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Fai Rhodis Vs. The President

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    The famous space heroine Faye Rodis has been resurrected from the dead. She faces a new mission: saving humanity from nuclear catastrophe. But along the way, she must liberate the Republic of Belarus from the despotic regime of Alexander Lukashenko.
  FAI RHODIS VS. THE PRESIDENT
  ANNOTATION
  The famous space heroine Faye Rodis has been resurrected from the dead. She faces a new mission: saving humanity from nuclear catastrophe. But along the way, she must liberate the Republic of Belarus from the despotic regime of Alexander Lukashenko.
  PROLOGUE
  Two thousand years have passed since the heroic death of Fai Rodis. The communist science of the Human Supercivilization has finally discovered the individual rivers of time that flow through each person's life. It has also found a way to control them, achieving the dream of many millennia: bringing the dead back to life. And now a new era has dawned, in which humanity has finally conquered the seemingly omnipotent enemy: death!
  And one of the very first pearls of humanity to be rescued from the darkness of oblivion was Fay Rodis. Her adventures on the planet Tormans became classics, and she herself became a heroine who has endured countless film adaptations. Computer games were created for her, replicas of the Hypernet matrix, and she became great and inimitable. By the time of Fay Rodis's death, planet Earth had been free of wars, famines, or epidemics for almost two thousand years, and a communist form of government had reigned.
  The era of star wars never arrived. Other civilizations were either technologically weak or morally advanced, not accepting violence as a solution to problems.
  Moreover, intelligent life forms are rare in the universe. Very rare, even, and there was plenty of space and planets for everyone in the universe. Billions of galaxies, clusters, and superclusters contained only a few hundred civilizations. And by the time of the expedition to the planet Tormans, the human civilization had already become the most highly developed, and its starships were already reaching the edge of the universe and seeking to penetrate antiworlds...
  And this, too, was accomplished a thousand years later... New spaces and universes were discovered. Humanity learned to extract matter from stars and construct planets. Then it finally became clear that the Metaverse was almost empty, and there was enough room for all people. The two-hundred-year life limit, which had been in place since the establishment of communism on Earth, was lifted.
  And science, having sensed its omnipotence, has taken up the resurrection of the dead. To solve humanity's final problem, on the path to divine power. To realize humanity's most ardent dream: immortality! So that, at last, generations of people who suffered in former times can enjoy a Hypercommunist paradise.
  The very first person to be extracted from the flow of individual time was Yuri Gagarin. This decision was not objected to by anyone. He was the first cosmonaut in human history, so why shouldn't he also be the first time traveler?! From the twentieth century to the era of Hypercommunism and universal happiness?
  And Yuri Gagarin became the first traveler into the future who never actually died. He was entrusted with such an honor! He was retrieved through a personal river of time, traveling along it to the place where the first cosmonaut in human history died, transporting him more than four thousand years into the future.
  Thus, consciousness was never interrupted. And Yuri Gagarin saw his distant descendants already roving other universes.
  In the human universe alone, there were over one hundred thousand sextillion stars, most of which could have been constructed into several Earth-sized planets, or even more-humans had already learned to regulate gravity. Thus, the resurrection of several trillion people throughout human history, a very short history: humans entered space only a little over four millennia ago; the first written language appeared a little over nine millennia ago, along with the first structural states. Just over ten thousand years ago, something resembling a primitive civilization emerged. And thirty thousand years ago, humans didn't even know agriculture or a plow, and walked around in animal skins. And two million years ago, a monkey picked up a stick and began to transform into a human.
  Quickly, very quickly by the standards of the universe, man became practically omnipotent!
  And finally, he gained power over death! And now anyone, even the most homeless person frozen in a basement, could count on resurrection from the dead and the enjoyment of a communist paradise that surpassed even the wildest imaginations.
  One of the first after Yuri Gagarin to return from the other world, from the river of time, was Fay Rodis.
  During an attempted capture, she blew herself up... An act that many considered wrong. Perhaps she really should have been captured, endured torture like a partisan, and then freed?
  But Fay Rodis didn't want bloodshed. She wanted to avoid violence and the replacement of one dictatorship with another. Her goal was to raise the moral standard of the planet where the people who fled Earth lived at the end of the era of disunity.
  Be that as it may, Fay Rhodes was one of the most glorious heroines of the Age of Meeting Hands.
  The Chrono Marines extracted it just a few nanoseconds before it was destroyed by a wave of plasma erupting at the speed of light. They had previously been transported through a corridor of time, through the Chronos wormhole, along the river of each individual's lifespan. And to ensure that this would pass unnoticed, they left behind a bio-model of a human clone. As a result, the course of history remains unchanged; everyone thinks the man has died and is being buried. But in reality, he is resurrected in a distant and glorious Hyper-Communist future.
  Fay Rodis felt no pain. It was as if a wave of warm, pleasant water washed over her. And she felt an extraordinary lightness. It flashed through Fay Rodis's mind: so there is a soul after all. And before her thoughts could fully take shape, hundreds of spotlights flared again, and the expedition leader felt herself being swirled around in a small tornado. She even had time to wonder if she, a convinced atheist, had landed in some kind of hell.
  But then it was all over and Fay Rodis's feet felt solid ground beneath them.
  The young woman found herself in the center of a gigantic stadium. Billions of voices rang out on the multicolored tiles:
  - Glory to Fay Rodis!
  - Our heroine is back!
  - Long live Fai!
  - Now you are with us forever!
  Fay Rodis looked around... A very beautiful place, with holograms glowing and garlands of constellations in the sky. She was in her old clothes, undamaged, strong, healthy, and brave...
  Several beautiful girls fly up to her and ask:
  - Dear Fai, how are you feeling?
  Fay Rodis answered confidently:
  - I feel fine, but is this a different light?
  The girls laughed and answered in chorus:
  - No! This is the future! You can now see an era of absolute happiness.
  And the girls suddenly turned into young men and cooed:
  - Any body you choose! You can be whoever you want!
  And once before, Fay Rodis already had butterflies swirling.
  The heroine of the expedition into the world of dictatorship noted with a smile:
  - It's certainly wonderful that our science has learned to instantly change bodies and do whatever you want... But what about those who tried to capture me?
  The butterfly, with wings that sparkled with all the colors of the rainbow, replied:
  There was a revolution, and the dictator's gang and his right-hand man, Gen Shi, were overthrown. Then there was a trial. The Earthlings insisted that, instead of the death penalty, they be forced to toil on plantations. Then they became one family with us. Our technology turned the planet into a paradise. Science advanced. Now we can live forever, we can have any body we want. We can fly between stars and even galaxies without starships. Only between universes do we need ships to travel.
  Another butterfly turned into a dragonfly and noted:
  We've become freer than before! Now, in the Hypernet, anyone can play whatever they want. Any fantasy can come true. Want to chop off the head of Genghis Khan or Hitler? Go ahead! Or you can find yourself in the body of any tyrant. Even Emperor Palpatine, or Princess Rey. All fantasies, every whim. Want to save Uncle Tom or Lady Winter? Or you can even climb the scaffold yourself. Everything is possible in our world. And nothing is impossible anymore!
  Fay Rodis noted with a smile:
  -Nothing is impossible?
  The dragonfly turned into a kite and chirped:
  "You can even create universes in the Matrix! And in a couple thousand years, we'll be able to create real universes with intelligent beings, not just in the Matrix!"
  Fay Rodis nodded in agreement:
  "That's wonderful... But when there's no real fight, and no chance of dying for real, it's boring. How I regret giving in to that impulse! I should have fought, not escaped reality. No, I swear, I will never, under any circumstances, commit suicide!"
  The female kite nodded:
  - Right!
  And again she became a beautiful girl...
  Fay Rodis looked around and asked:
  - Can I come back again? So I can go through it all to the end without blowing myself up?
  Butterflies, dragonflies and young men and women cried out in unison:
  - No! You'll change the past, and that could lead to a catastrophe of mega-universal proportions! What's done is done! Enjoy life and eternal happiness!
  Fay Rodis whistled and looked around... Many people around were changing shapes, the world was beautiful, very bright, even dazzling.
  The girl with golden hair said:
  - We can build you as many palaces as you want. It's all so simple!
  Fay Rodis blinked in confusion and noted:
  - Why do I need palaces?
  The butterfly laughed and replied:
  - For beauty! We love building entire cities with biorobots, and it's so interesting!
  Fay Rodis replied harshly:
  " I have another desire! To enter a world of struggle, a world where you have to fight for your life! Not a world where everyone is happy and people already have everything!"
  The dragonfly replied to this:
  "You can recreate any military situation in the Matrix, and you won't be able to tell it apart from the real thing! You can even wipe out the entire Wehrmacht with a nuclear weapon!"
  Fay Rodis noted with a stern look:
  - The Matrix is just a game!
  And the young woman angrily stamped her boot heel:
  - I want a real fight!
  Then a boy appeared next to Fay Rodis, looking about twelve years old, wearing shorts and with blond hair. He winked at Fay Rodis and replied:
  "There's a wormhole in time here... It'll take you back to the Era of the Fractured World. Jump quickly, it's your only chance to risk your life!"
  Fay Rodis noted with concern, looking at the boy:
  - What if I change the past!
  The boy stamped his bare foot so hard that the air rang and replied:
  "Then it was meant to be! In this case, you must save humanity from a thermonuclear catastrophe! And don't be afraid, hypergross-Academician Oleg Ryabchenko will always be with you!"
  Faye Rodis nodded:
  - I believe you!
  The boy snapped his bare toes, creating a glowing ring. The child-demiurge cried out:
  - Jump here and save humanity!
  Fay Rodis leaped without thinking. Hesitation makes cowards of men. And she raced through the chronowaves , through the wormholes of time.
  CHAPTER No 1.
  Fay Rodis landed smoothly on the pavement. The young woman felt slightly dazed and didn't immediately realize what was happening to her. She felt a baton strike her neck, then her head. She felt her arms being pulled from behind and loudly cursed. Handcuffs snapped onto her wrists.
  They threw a bag over Fai's head and began shoving her into the crater. The young woman braced herself with her feet and was met with blows. Fury struck Fai Rodis's head. Turning around, she kicked the policeman in the groin. He screamed and passed out. The ship's commander pulled the bag off her head, bit her teeth, and with a sharp movement, threatening to break her wrists, yanked her out of the handcuffs.
  Now Fay Rodis could see the entire square. There, the police were beating protesters and throwing them into shell craters. Women were being beaten, too. Broken white-red-white flags lay scattered about.
  Police swearing could be heard. Police officers rushed at Fai, waving their batons.
  The young woman kicked one of them in the chin and punched the other in the solar plexus. The policemen fell.
  Fay Rodis hissed:
  "I've become ruthless now! I'm ashamed of the cowardice I showed on Planet Thomson. No, now I'm ready to fight evil!"
  Riot police with batons attacked the young woman. A scream could be heard:
  - Beat the bitch!
  Fay Rodis made a pass with her left hand and said:
  - These are your enemies!
  The riot police and the militia grappled and began to batter each other. Batons flashed and crashed down on helmets, shields, and the heads of the fighters.
  Fay Rodis screamed at the top of her lungs:
  - Come on, guys, make up!
  Numerous police officers and riot police began to lay down their batons and shields. They blinked and looked around... And it seemed as if generals were giving orders and instructions.
  Fay Rodis commanded again, making hand gestures and using mass hypnosis:
  - And now I order the release of all those detained from the craters!
  The iron doors opened. The surplus people were released. One of the policemen, apparently less susceptible to hypnosis, exclaimed:
  - What are you doing?
  Fai Rodis picks up a baton with the toe of his boot and throws it at a police officer. It hits him in the forehead, and he falls unconscious...
  Fay Rodis possesses powerful hypnosis, and this makes her uneasy. She could have escaped by using her superpowers. After all, even a metal mesh can't stop hypnosis.
  What about the riot police and the militia? They're machines and enforcers, accustomed to obeying. Now they think a general is giving the order, and they obey. It's all so simple...
  The freed people, seeing that the riot police have given in, back away.
  One of the young men shouted:
  - Bring Lukashenko's gang to justice!
  And the crowd shouted in unison:
  - Bring Lukashenko's gang to justice! Give us fair elections!
  Fay Rodis replied with a smile:
  - Try to avoid violence. Know that you can't build a solid foundation on violence!
  One of the riot police, less susceptible to hypnosis, lunged at Fay Rodis from behind. She kicked him in the solar plexus with her heel and cooed:
  - But sometimes you have to use violence!
  The riot police officer passed out... Fai Rodis looked around. A helicopter hovered in the sky. Journalists were filming the dispersal of the rally. Everything was going as usual. The smell of exhaust fumes tickled her nostrils unpleasantly. A normal time in the early twenty-first century. The riot police, laying down their batons and shields, obeyed Fai Rodis's latest command, were leaving the square.
  The young woman said with a smile:
  Victory awaits, victory awaits! For those who yearn to break the shackles! Victory awaits, victory awaits! We will be able to defeat fascism!
  Everyone gazed in amazement at the new heroine of the fight against tyranny. Faye Rhodes was a tall, broad-shouldered, and shapely woman. Her hair was slightly curly, chestnut-colored, and her features resembled those of an Indian or Arab woman, with deeply tanned, dark skin. She was very beautiful, looking about twenty-five, with a tanned face without a wrinkle or shadow, and a strong neck. Her overalls did not hide her figure or defined muscles. She was a woman who stunned men with her sparkling emerald eyes. Her waist was a pinpoint, her hips were wide and muscular, her breasts were large and firm, and her body moved very quickly.
  Fay Rodis suddenly sensed danger and ducked. A sniper's bullet whistled over her.
  The young woman straightened up, her gaze blazing with anger. The masked man clutched his throat and, losing his balance, fell from the roof. He landed on the lawn and went silent...
  Fay Rodis whispered:
  - He will live, but he will be discharged from the special forces!
  And she walked down the street. A thought flashed through the mind of the communist-era girl who had met her hands: "Is she right to interfere with the course of history?" This was the era of the Disunited World, in which people were like animals. But on the other hand, her goal was to save humanity from nuclear war.
  And this skirmish and the dictatorial regime ruling in Belarus are just an episode in world history.
  Faye Rodis has a much more pressing task: preventing a nuclear war. And Alexander Lukashenko... I think that was the name of the Belarusian dictator. Fortunately, there are no nuclear weapons in the era of a divided world. Which means there's no point in starting a revolution for now. In those days, before the rise of communism, revolutions broke out frequently. Some dictatorships fell, and others arose in their place. There were wars, epidemics broke out. Like the coronavirus...
  But the world was moving forward. Technology was advancing, and the global standoff between the US and Russia became a major issue. Belarus, meanwhile, became a battleground for spheres of influence. Lukashenko sought perks from both East and West. His popularity was waning, as people increasingly demanded democracy, and authoritarianism entered its twilight. In the August 9 elections, the dictator suffered a crushing defeat, and through unprecedented fraud and violence, he feigned victory. Mass arrests ensued, and repressions lashed out at the intelligentsia and the elite. The West imposed sanctions. People began actively protesting, and blood was shed. Faye Rodis was an expert on the modern era of the Disunited World. She knew a great deal about world wars and other such matters. Although not everything. Many gaps remain, and it's not entirely clear how the world, mired in crisis and chaos, and fears of the end of the world, managed to unite and become a single Soviet, and then communist, family.
  In any case, life in Belarus has become bad, and this republic has plunged into a deep crisis.
  Further information was fragmentary and vague. In general, little information about the era of the Disunited World has survived since 2020. And this, of course, was a worrying sign. Although the darkest hour is often just before dawn.
  A young man came out to greet Fai Rodis. Despite his broad shoulders and chest, he was very young, almost a boy, with a beardless, ruddy face. The muscular teenager smiled and remarked:
  - Auntie, you are just super!
  Fay Rodis nodded and noted:
  - I saw injustice and brought order!
  The boy nodded and extended his hand:
  - Pavel Sapozhkov! Don't let me tell you I'm only fifteen, I already know a lot and have even invented my own version of a smartphone!
  Faye Rodis nodded:
  "You're big for this time and fifteen years old! However, accelerators are natural for the twenty-first century!"
  The young man winked:
  - Are you a guest from the future?
  Rodis chuckled:
  - Where do such creative assumptions come from?
  Pavel logically noted:
  "Your hypnosis is incredibly powerful; I've never seen such a level of suggestion. You're moving at a speed that even an Olympic champion couldn't handle... And our clothes aren't exactly flashy!"
  The young woman nodded:
  - That's right, it's logical! And how are you?
  The boy replied with a sigh:
  "It's worse than before. The internet is flooded with static, so they can't shut it down anyway. The ruble has fallen, the dollar has risen, people are constantly being arrested for the slightest provocation, everything has become more expensive. The president is clearly insane and has fallen out with the whole world, even China. People hate him! They're throwing people in jail for wearing a white ribbon!"
  Faye Rodis nodded:
  - I know... But there is no happiness anywhere in the world at the moment!
  Pavel logically noted:
  "You can't give one person so much power! In your future, do you really have a president who rules like a despotic tsar?"
  Fay Rodis replied with a smile:
  We have no centralized governing body at all. Committees are created when necessary. Humanity is a united and democratic family. We don't need a king. We are united in diversity, and there is no one person suppressing another!
  The boy nodded:
  - That's right! I get to do what I want! And Lukashenko has such a gigantic ego, he seriously thinks he's a genius. But with his shouting and hysteria, he's only getting in the way of people doing their jobs!
  Fay Rodis noted:
  - Lukashenko has a serious mental illness, as do many particularly cruel and odious dictators!
  Pavel looked imploringly at the young, tall, strong woman and asked:
  - Maybe you should overthrow him?
  Fay Rodis shrugged and noted:
  "It's not the best thing to bring communism on bayonets! One despotism can be replaced by another if the people aren't ready for real democracy!"
  The young woman answered seriously:
  - For the people to mature into democracy, they need the sun of freedom, but in the darkness of despotism they will forever remain politically green!
  The young woman looked at him with respect:
  "You're a smart boy! Well, I suggest you form a party of like-minded people and, joining forces, build a new Belarus!"
  Pavel remarked with a sigh:
  - Party members are sitting in prisons!
  Fay Rodis stated sternly:
  - They won't put everyone in jail! There won't be enough prisons and police!
  Pavel agreed with this:
  - They won't jail us! The hour is approaching when we will win!
  Fay Rodis sang:
  - Prisoners of conscience - you are guilty only of the fact that the honor of patriots is more important than freedom!
  The teenager noted with a smile:
  - You're too flashy! You should change your clothes!
  Faye Rodis nodded:
  - That's right! Or maybe become a man?
  Pavel shook his head:
  - Naturalness is better! And you are a woman who can lead entire regiments! Not to mention regiments, divisions, and armies! You are simply an amazing warrior and commander of the world! How I wish I had a mother like you or an older sister!
  Fay Rodis noted with a smile:
  - Yes, my boy! I have two sons like you and three daughters. Well, let's fly...
  And the young woman moved down the street, moving so quickly that the athletic teenager could barely keep up with her. As she walked, the young woman remarked:
  - But I don"t have any money!
  Pavel nodded:
  - Naturally. There's no money under communism!
  Fay Rodis noted with a sigh:
  - You need to earn them to change clothes legally!
  The boy suggested:
  - Hypnosis! Just put them into a trance and take whatever you want from the store!
  The young woman shook her head:
  - This is unfair!
  Pavel spread his hands:
  - What in the world is fair?
  Fay Rodis noted:
  - I can make money! I have strong muscles and excellent reflexes. I could even work as a loader in a store!
  The boy shook his head:
  - No, with your muscles and reaction time, the easiest way to make money is in no-holds-barred fights!
  The young woman whistled:
  - Wow! I've read about this kind of entertainment, but do you have it?
  Pavel said confidently:
  "It's even legal! If the people are deprived of spectacles entirely, they'll revolt even faster. Even in despotic Rome, they staged gladiatorial fights!"
  Fay Rodis nodded eagerly:
  "Well, fine! I'm trained in mixed martial arts. We're into that kind of thing too, though usually non-contact, to avoid violence! But we do sports, and it's even mandatory for all children. Plus, bioengineered genetics... It's not even fair for me to be fighting people from the 21st century!"
  The young man noted with a smile:
  - So much the better! But please, when you fight, give in a little, so they don't think your victories are coming so easily. Work for the crowd. Then there will be more money and fame!
  Fay Rodis nodded in agreement:
  "In this age of fragmented humanity, you can't live without money anyway! So if I have to use my fists, it won't bother me!"
  The boy was an athlete himself, had competed in competitions and was well-versed in martial arts. He confidently led Faye Rodis to the club. They didn't board buses, and Pavel didn't take her on the subway.
  They walked briskly down the street, almost running. They could have been mistaken for sister and brother out for a stroll. For the mother of such a large boy, Fay Rhodes seemed far too young.
  There were a lot of police on the streets of Minsk. They eyed the couple suspiciously, but didn't stop them. Apparently, the athletic appearance of the boy and girl somewhat allayed suspicion. Or perhaps Fay Rodis had such a distinguished appearance that not every police officer would dare pull her over.
  From the outside, Minsk looked somewhat oppressed. People were frightened and afraid to gather together, and there were many cars with sirens blaring at every intersection.
  There are plenty of flags, but they're usually red and green. Fay Rodis noted that although Lukashenko is supposedly a dictator, his portraits are quite rare. Either the elderly leader's unattractive visage wasn't ideal for circulating, or they were afraid the portraits would be defaced and spat on.
  There were no monuments at all. And Fay Rodis asked the young man:
  - It's strange: he's a dictator, but there's no cult of personality in sight!
  Pavel replied:
  - Well, his portraits hang on the walls of his bosses. But what about on the streets? We are Europe, after all! And Putin doesn't exactly promote himself!
  Fay Rodis became wary:
  - Vladimir Putin?
  And the girl fell silent... Indeed, Vladimir Putin is one of the most controversial figures in history. On the one hand, he managed to lead Russia out of a deep crisis and recession, but on the other, he deepened the divisions in the world. And he almost brought things to a third world war.
  Details of what happened were sketchy and vague. But communists had come to power in the US and Russia, and had long been present in China.
  And all three powers were finally able to unite and form a hegemony.
  As a result, a new type of Warsaw Pact was revived, and all countries of the world quickly became socialist and communist. A global union of nations was formed.
  Then came global political globalization. And the age of communism arrived. But since space travel was still too slow and expensive, restrictions were introduced. These included consumption levels, birth rates, and life expectancy, which was only increased to two hundred years. And to their credit, even the leaders adhered to this limit.
  At first, the communist regime was harsh but effective. Science advanced, new forms of energy were discovered. Opposition was brutally suppressed, and everyone worked.
  But the rapid advancement of science gradually softened the government. Although the "Honor and Homeland" committee remained, complete centralization was no longer in place. Humanity, however, remained united. The principle of democratic centralism remained. Humanity began to explore other planets... They discovered superluminal speed, hyperspace, and kinesispace. Preon synthesis.
  There was also talk of doing away with the two-hundred-year limit. Old age had already been completely conquered. At two hundred, people died young, healthy, full of vigor... And they were cremated... That's how the custom arose. Perhaps so as not to freeze them and try to resurrect them. After the death of Fay Rodis, two thousand years later, a way was found to resurrect from the dead, or rather, to transport anyone into the future. And death was finally conquered. And man finally became truly happy!
  CHAPTER No 2.
  Fai Rodis and Pavel Sapozhkov approached the doors of a large sports center. Police officers in black uniforms stood there, holding batons and scowling.
  One of them growled:
  -Pass!
  Pavel showed the ticket with the number. The policemen growled:
  - Does this lady have a pass?
  Fay Rodis smiled and showed her palm:
  - Here's your pass!
  They looked and blinked stupidly, then nodded:
  - Come in madam!
  They went inside. It smelled of sweat of men and women and plants. They moved along the corridors.
  Pavel whispered to Fay Rodis:
  "I just looked it up online. Our heavyweight fighter, Aurora, is injured and can't fight today. They're looking to replace her, but you're apparently the best and more suited for the K-1 tournament. We're lucky; we can have three fights today, and get some pretty good money for a girl!"
  The guest from the future noted:
  - It might not be a coincidence! But if there are three fights in one evening, then there are three fights!
  The boy nodded with a smile:
  - It will be very interesting to see this! I'll take you to Trainer Dragon!
  Fay Rodis cooed:
  - We will go into battle again, for the power of the Soviets, and I believe we will not die in the fight for this!
  Pavel agreed:
  - To win you need to survive!
  Senior trainer Leonid Drako , nicknamed "Dragon," was in the gym. He was a large, muscular, graying man with a face of about fifty, but with large muscles, although he was already growing a belly.
  The boy shouted:
  - I brought a replacement for Aurora!
  The head coach looked at Fai Rodis dubiously. His experienced eye assessed Fai Rodis's strong, bulging knuckles, tall stature, powerful neck, and broad shoulders. Her bodysuit clung tightly to her figure, revealing her defined muscles. The professional eye estimated Fai's height at nearly six feet two inches, and her weight... despite her slender waist, nearly a hundred pounds. Yes, that's super heavyweight .
  Leonid Draco muttered:
  - Take off your clothes! I want to look at you completely!
  Fay Rodis nodded and took off her jumpsuit. She wasn't wearing a bra, leaving only her panties. In the communist era, nudity in itself wasn't considered shameful. Fay Rodis posed for Thomson completely naked. But she still put on panties so as not to be completely naked. The artist asked her to capture it in such a way that at least a little mystery remained, without revealing everything.
  The coach was apparently not surprised by the half-naked girls, and he was not at all embarrassed...
  Faye Rodis's muscles were very defined, and her muscles were as hard as steel. Leonid, maintaining an impartial expression, felt her arms, abs, hips, and legs and was very pleased:
  - Well, hard as a rock!
  Fay Rodis noted:
  - Science and genetics training!
  Leonid shook his head:
  - Do you take anabolic steroids?
  The girl from the future shook her head:
  - No!
  Draco waved it off:
  - I don't believe it! Women can't achieve such a toned figure without medication!
  Fay Rodis answered honestly:
  "I didn't need to boost my strength with pharmacology. Such situations simply never happened!"
  Leonid frowned skeptically:
  - Did you even fight?
  The girl nodded:
  - There were sparring sessions!
  Draco noted:
  - But you are an inexperienced and little-known fighter!
  Fay Rodis shook her head in resentment:
  - I'm little known here, but I know how to fight and I can prove it!
  The head coach nodded:
  - Excellent! I've chosen Natasha as Aurora's replacement. Let him have a little fun with her .
  Pavel noted with a smile:
  - Don't you feel sorry for dear Natasha? They could even hurt her!
  Leonid laughed:
  "Natasha can cripple anyone herself! Especially since her opponent, while healthy, is clearly experienced!"
  The head coach wanted to slap Fai on the cheek, but his hand was caught in the fingers of the space warrior.
  She said:
  - Don't play around!
  Leonid flinched, but his muscular arm felt like it was in a pincer grip. Draco was surprised:
  - Well, you have strength and speed! Maybe we should throw you out without sparring?
  Fay Rodis shook her head.
  - No, we'd better warm up!
  The head coach noted:
  - Just no more than three minutes of sparring, save your strength for the fight!
  Natasha ran into the room. A strong and very muscular girl with bluish hair. Large, even a little taller than Faye Rhodes, barefoot, and wearing athletic shorts and a bra.
  Draco said with a victorious look:
  - This is your rival! Little-known, but as you can see, she's superbly muscled and fast.
  Natasha noticed:
  - My muscles are just as good! Okay, let's swing! I want to warm up!
  Fay Rhodes bowed to her rival, who bowed politely in return.
  Then she abruptly kicked Natasha in the head. Fay Rodis dodged Natasha's kick and countered with a column kick. Natasha barely managed to block it. She rebounded, delivered a classic three-punch attack, but missed Rodis, who didn't even bother blocking it, kicking again with her bare foot.
  Then, during another lunge, the visitor from the future tripped Natasha, and she fell. However, she immediately jumped back up. She jumped, but was knocked down and fell again. The blue-haired girl tried kicking again, but she failed.
  The head coach commanded:
  - Enough! This stranger moves faster than you, and she has perfect reflexes!
  Natasha replied angrily:
  - Don't count your chickens before they hatch!
  Leonid noted:
  "I've been coaching for a while, and I know who's worth what! And there's no point in exhausting yourself before a fight, and he'll fight like you?"
  The guest from the future bowed:
  - Fay Rodis!
  Leonid confirmed:
  - That's right, Fay Rodis! If you win, you'll get a good salary!
  The young woman bowed:
  - I'm ready!
  Draco looked at her and asked:
  - Do you have a passport?
  Fay Rodis, with a pearly smile on her lips, replied:
  - Certainly!
  And she showed her palm. Leonid looked and noted:
  - Excellent! I will personally carry out your replacement!
  Fay Rodis bowed. Natasha giggled and remarked:
  - Okay, you can fight. By the way, you have a strange first and last name!
  The guest from the future winked:
  - What's strange about that?
  Natasha noted:
  - It reminds me of the main character from the novel "Hour of the Bull." Her first and last name!
  Fay Rodis was surprised:
  - Wow! I didn't know that!
  Natasha nodded and answered:
  - You can fight if you want! You can beat them all! Just don't beat them one-sidedly, let them hit you at least a couple of times!
  The guest from the future nodded:
  - It is possible!
  Natasha did a somersault and chirped:
  - There will be glorious victories, and our grandfathers will fight!
  And she suggested:
  - The boys are going to give us a massage now, maybe we can play a game there?
  Fay Rodis asked with a smile:
  - Chess, checkers?
  Natasha shook her head:
  - No, tanks! Have you played tanks?
  Fay Rodis smiled and noted:
  - Like yours, probably not!
  Natasha nodded and noted:
  - The guys are waiting!
  The young women lay down on the soft sofas, and handsome, muscular young men began massaging them. Fay Rodis noted that it felt good to be touched by young men. They kneaded your muscular, toned body. And poured oil on it. A couple of the guys were very young, clearly teenagers, and affectionate as kittens. They rubbed you from neck to toe and massaged you.
  Natasha handed Fay Rodis the smartphone, and she picked it up. Natasha turned it on remotely and began explaining.
  "You're given a certain amount of money, and we have a roughly equal selection of tanks. The best ones are more expensive, the simpler ones, and the worse ones are cheaper. Every tank has its advantages and disadvantages, but there's no miracle weapon. Roughly speaking, you can fight with both German and Soviet vehicles. I think you'll figure it out yourself while you're choosing the Guide . And then..." Natasha shook her bare, sculpted foot. "It'll depend on your personal skill!"
  Fay Rodis started looking through tanks. Naturally, they were upgraded and had different levels. There was a whole galaxy of them, with transitions to the next frontier.
  Natasha suggested:
  - Let's start with eighth grade. I have Soviet tanks, you can have German tanks.
  Fay Rodis chuckled and noted:
  - Why do I enjoy playing for the fascists?
  Natasha noted:
  "But the kids are so happy to play war as the Germans! Especially if we both play for the USSR, it's no fun!"
  Faye Rodis nodded:
  - Then okay, just for fun.
  Fay looked at the vehicles. The Panther-2 at Tier VIII seems to be the best tank, in terms of maneuverability and combat performance. And the best gun would be the 88mm 100 EL. It's both armor-piercing and accurate.
  Fay Rodis decided it was better to have fewer tanks, but better quality. Let's just have a few Panther-2s, but with good guns and upgraded ones. As for the enemy? Well, let them throw IS-series tanks into the fray . It'll be a glorious hunt.
  Natasha, of course, isn't so simple either and preferred more modern vehicles. Specifically, the IS-3, which could still be combat-ready at this level. Although that's a borderline vehicle... However, the Panther-2 would be more practical. Now, the IS-4 could be used, but that's a later model.
  Natasha started upgrading her tanks. They were starting to have an interesting duel. Several tanks on both sides, and they were ready to go to battle. Natasha even considered going with the T-34-85s, which she could crank out more than the IS-3. What if... So she reset the tank and started upgrading the T-34s. She did so with the bare minimum, so that more money would go toward quantity. The more upgrades a tank has, the more money it costs. Fewer bells and whistles mean fewer expenses, and she could try to win through quantity.
  More medium tanks versus fewer heavy tanks. FAI Rodis also has an option. Specifically, the light and cheap T-4, or the simple Panther. Or the even heavier Tiger-2. But this isn't entirely practical, as it's only slightly better protected, but heavier, more expensive, and worse in terms of mobility, camouflage, stealth, and turret traverse speed. And hitting the Tiger-2's large turret is much easier than the Panther-2's narrow turret.
  Fay Rodis upgraded the vehicles and limited them to six, positioning them along the perimeter in a defensive role. Since the Panther-2 has weak side protection, but its armor-piercing and rapid-fire gun makes it superior in defense.
  Natasha, of course, prefers to attack. She has a whopping thirty T-34s. And she's trying to break into close combat with them right away. Naturally, in a fight at range, the Panther-2 is stronger. And in the duel, quality met quantity. A more armor-piercing, faster-firing gun with strong frontal armor is used against a weaker gun with thinner armor.
  Fai Rodis shoots, accurately controlling tanks, and defends with skillful flanking cover.
  And then Natasha realized that quality is quality. And that they were pushing you out of range, but you could only get a head-on shot by almost completely breaking through to the big cat. And Fai Rodis, understanding this, was acting from behind ambush and backing away, trying to keep the distance as short as possible.
  The Panthers have a highly upgraded 88mm armor-piercing gun with a 100 EL caliber, which is very accurate and armor-piercing at long ranges, and has a high rate of fire. It's an ideal tank destroyer for combat. Although, if Natasha had an IS-4 or IS-7, those tanks might still be able to compete with such a gun. As it is, the gun is excellent at eliminating vehicles.
  The T-34s' frontal assault clearly failed. Having lost two-thirds of their tanks, Natasha retreated.
  There's nothing to be done but to drop new weapons on both ourselves and the enemy. This time, the IS-3 is put into action. It has good frontal protection and a more powerful armament. It can compete competitively with the Panther-2, but, of course, it costs much more. In real life, the IS-3 was quite complex to manufacture, and only a few were produced before being quickly retired.
  Fay Rodis added the Panther-2, which is still the best at this tier. And with an 88mm cannon, they're quite durable and penetrating. They also outperform the IS-3 in armor penetration, though they're inferior in alpha damage. But they have a higher rate of fire.
  In general, this level isn't the best for the USSR. They don't have the latest post-war vehicles yet, but the Germans already have the Panther-2, which has a very accurate and deadly armor-piercing gun.
  Natasha, having reorganized her forces, led them into a competitive battle. This time, Fay Rodin also suffered losses, but fewer. Natasha's tanks were decisively knocked out.
  Natasha growled and moved to the next level. Here, the IS-4, with its very powerful armor, could be used. And it's not scary that the Germans have the formidable E-series. Fighting is possible without it.
  Natasha had high hopes for the IS-4's survivability, even with its outdated gun. The Germans, however, could have used the E-75, a very well-protected tank with powerful armament. Its weak point is the hull sides. But you can skillfully maneuver around them. However, the German tank is heavy and expensive, making the IS-4 more practical in this regard. Although it is inferior to the German 128mm gun in every way.
  Fai fights skillfully. You can't take the E-75 head-on. But the Panther-2 can engage the sides by maneuvering.
  Natasha noted with a smile:
  - What a rival!
  The attack fizzled out and most of the Soviet tanks were destroyed. Natasha adds more money and effort to the enemy. She tries the T-34-85 again. But this tank, though cheap, is no match for the E-75. And even the Panther-2s can penetrate it. The tanks even burst into flames...
  Natasha is angry. She's considering going to level 10 and using the formidable IS-7. But the enemy could reinforce there and deploy either the E-100 or the Maus-2. And that's serious.
  The girl again added money to both herself and her friend, but again she was unable to get through...
  Anyway, massage time's over. Now it's time to take a shower and head straight into battle. The girls are going to be fighting seriously.
  Fay Rodis is calm. She knows what she's capable of. Let her rivals worry.
  Fay Rodis, completely naked, took first a cold and then a hot shower.
  After which she changed into a fighter's bikini and headed for the exit...
  The competition has already begun. The lightweight division usually fights first. But since everyone has three fights on the same night, several are held simultaneously to ensure everyone gets through.
  Both boys and girls fight. They, however, wear helmets and protective gear.
  A girl with golden hair approached Fay Rodis and offered to try the Eskimo she had brought from Moscow.
  The guest from the future readily agreed. And ate it with pleasure. Good, but not enough.
  Fay Rodis sang;
  - To beat enemies that are not supposed to be spared,
  It's even sweeter than ice cream!
  Well, here she is, called out. She's little-known, or rather completely unknown, and she's the first one into the ring. Oh well, it's even better for her. Faye Rhodes is humming a song. They're playing the Marseillaise... Something neutral. Like she's apartheid.
  Fay Rodis is beautiful, with well-defined muscles, and the public greets her with delight.
  The girl from the future bows to the hall in all four directions. Then comes her opponent. The warrior is black and very large. Over two meters tall and weighs about two hundred kilograms. The champion is from the USA. The American anthem plays.
  Fay Rodis looks at her opponent. She's huge, but a bit plump. And not very fast due to her excess weight.
  Before going on stage, Fai Rodis was warned: "Don't lay her down in the first round!" Well, she could do it in the second. It's even fun to work the crowd like this.
  The black woman is called " Lady Kong ." She growls and beats her chest with her fists.
  Fay Rodis says with a smile:
  -Well, a monkey is also a human,
  Don't walk around like monkeys for a whole century!
  They're betting on the pool. Faye Rhodes is a pig in a poke. Lady Kong is the US champion, and the odds are higher on her.
  But Fay Rodis is as calm as ice.
  The gong sounds, and the black giantess lunges at her. Fai Rodis moves to the side and trips her. The brute falls. Fai Rodis grins and winks:
  - Well, go ahead!
  The black giantess is on the attack again, trying to get to the guest from the future. Fai Rodis performs a sweep and knocks her down again.
  The brute falls. And this time, she rises more slowly. Being an experienced fighter, she sees that her opponent is not so simple, and is very fast. Lady Kong begins to walk slowly, throwing with her hands clad in the series' gloves.
  Fay Rodis countered with a block and hit her opponent in the nose. It burst like a watermelon.
  Lady Kong cursed. She lunged forward again, and Fai sent her tumbling, flying over the ropes.
  The crowd laughed. The referee began counting slowly. Lady Kong was pushed into the ring and struggled to her feet. No longer so confident, she went into a defensive stance. Fai Rodis threw light but consistently penetrating punches, drawing blood.
  The gong sounded to end the round.
  Fay Rodis reported very pleased:
  - I'll finish her off in a minute!
  Natasha noted:
  - We can finish them off! It's not nice to torture people!
  Lady Kong lunged at Fay Rhodes after the break. But the young woman was on guard. She let her pass and kicked her in the back of the head with her bare heel.
  The black African American woman fell and did not move.
  The referee started counting and at ten declared a knockout.
  " Lady Kong " was taken away.
  Fay Rodis went into the massage room, where the young men began to massage her vigorously.
  And Natasha suggested continuing the game "Tanks" until the semi-finals.
  Fay Rodis agreed. In her communist era, games were frowned upon. Only educational and developmental games were considered useful for a true communist! Otherwise, just playing was fine.
  However, there is some benefit to this kind of game. You develop strategic and operational-tactical thinking.
  Fay Rodis lined up tanks and knocked down opponents with great confidence.
  Level nine didn't give Natasha a chance, so she moved up to level ten.
  Here, she could acquire the heaviest and most powerful Soviet IS-7. It faces the E-100, which is well-protected and has a 150mm gun. However, it has worse mobility and a useless 75mm gun. The Maus-2 is essentially similar, only its armor is even thicker and it's a heavier vehicle.
  Fay Rodis decided to keep the E-75, only lengthen the gun's barrel, and continue the war.
  Natasha tried to fight and maneuver.
  The game turned out to be fun and more competitive. But thanks to maneuvers and attacks on the sides, Fay Rodis still won.
  Natasha spat and suggested playing something else. But there was no time left, and they needed to get into the ring.
  The crowd greeted Fay Rodis with jubilation. It's understandable. She's a conqueror of souls, after all. What she was able to do was simply astounding.
  She came out again in her bikini and bowed to the audience in all four directions.
  Then her opponent comes out. This time, a huge, yellow woman from China. What a worthy opponent!
  The warrior confronting her wore soft boots and was larger than Faye Rhodes. She, too, bowed to the audience. Not as heavy as the African-American , but more muscular and faster, she was undoubtedly a more dangerous opponent.
  They were heavily staked. Roughly even, and even higher stakes were placed on Fay Rhodes, who knocked out the black giantess.
  The Chinese woman looked at Fai Rhodes with respect, trying to discern her opponent's nationality. Her tan made her look Indian, but her hair was lighter brown and slightly curly. She seemed half Indian and half Slavic. Her muscles were defined and beautiful. Her skin was smooth, clear, and fresh, her waist feminine, but very muscular. Her face was also fresh, without a single mesh mark, but it was clear she was already a mature woman in very good shape.
  And such eyes. You could say she's a princess or a warrior queen.
  The bell rang, and the fight began. The Chinese woman moved cautiously, throwing a left, a quick, light jab.
  Despite being shorter and shorter, Fai Rodis accepted the challenge of jabbing. She caught the Chinese fighter, dodging a punch herself. Then she landed another. It was clear that while the Chinese fighter was fast, her opponent was even faster.
  The Chinese woman tried to land a sharp kick under Fai's knee. But Fai managed to move. Then the guest from the future responded again, and landed. The speed was higher, after all. The Chinese woman limped. And Fai Rodis landed a classic three-pointer, landing on the cheekbone. The warrior from the Celestial Empire, enraged, advanced, throwing punches. She missed a counter-punch to the chin. And fell. The referee counted a knockdown.
  The Chinese woman stood up and began moving more cautiously again. Fai threw light punches, landing a glancing blow to the head, and barely used her legs. The Chinese woman waited. The first round ended. The warriors separated.
  Natasha noted with a smile:
  - You're leading! But you need to put your feet up too. The crowd is bored.
  Fay Rodis noted:
  - You have to keep your trump card up your sleeve!
  In the second round, the Chinese fighter charged forward, throwing punches and kicks. Fai Rodis landed a kick to the head and, enraged, slammed her heel into her opponent's solar plexus. She fell and began writhing in excruciating pain.
  Fay Rodis touched her cheekbone with her glove. It looked like there would be a bruise. Oh well. Luckily they hit her in the head; another girl would have passed out dead.
  Fai Rodis looked at the Chinese fighter. The blow was powerful and accurate. The referee stopped the fight, and now she was receiving emergency medical attention.
  Well, the victory has been won and you are in the final.
  The crowd rejoices with delight. Fai Rodis raises her arms and leaves the room, her bare feet slapping on the mat. What a great girl she is! One of the boy fighters asked her for an autograph.
  Fay scribbled and squeaked:
  - Communism will triumph!
  And she retreated to the massage room. Her cheekbone still ached. One hundred and twenty kilograms of the Chinese champion's solid mass had hit her. She shouldn't have let those blows pass. The yellow girl would probably break a log with her foot.
  Fay Rhodes lay down and was massaged.
  Natasha suggested a different strategy: World War I. Only this time, she chose Britain. Faye Rodis decided to play Russia. A random map, large and with a sea. What's so interesting about that?
  Natasha was counting on getting revenge, especially since her opponent had no experience, and this means a lot in strategy.
  Fay Rodis, however, quickly skimmed the game manual and understood the gist of it immediately. You need to build more Community Centers and produce workers. You also need to build mills, fields, and academies of science and war. And develop industry, including mints.
  Fay Rodis began playing. She built quickly, just like her rival. And, of course, they grabbed as many wells as possible across the entire territory.
  Natasha was surprised that Fay Rodis understood this strategy so well and worked her fingers energetically. Yes, her inexperienced opponent was playing logically.
  Everything is in order. Lots of workers, lots of community centers. An academy. Land reclamation, equipment, tractors, fertilizers, rodent control, insect repellents, farming practices. Then there's irrigation, grain processing, multiple-field farming. And a host of other improvements that increase yields, meaning more workers can be hired and the surplus sold at market.
  And also to improve wells, electricity, and the extraction of coal, oil, iron, gold, copper, stone, and wood. A complex strategy.
  And when you start building a port and ships...
  Fay Rodis noted:
  - This is a good strategy, it has many different improvements.
  But every upgrade comes at a cost. And the more upgrades you make, the more you pay. And you have a choice.
  And first you need to develop civilian facilities, but if you miss the moment, they might start bombing you.
  And a military academy is needed. It has a lot of things. Some very important ones, including the speed of ship construction.
  Fay Rodis, rationally deciding that she couldn't be reached by sea, developed the economy and took her time arming herself. And recruited as many workers as possible.
  And so Natasha managed to build a couple of ships faster... But she didn't have time to move. It was time for the final battle. And the finale promised to be the most difficult test.
  Natasha whispered to Fay Rodis:
  "You'll be fighting Svetlana Molotova! She's invincible, and not just an athlete, but also a member of the elite special forces, the strongest fighter in the group: "Empire." Watch out, don't relax. She has not only strength and speed, but also technique and energy. Don't let her hit you, and you won't get up. And don't drag it out, she can fight at full strength in the first round!"
  A guest from the future noted:
  - Good! The more difficult the task, the more pleasure you get from solving it!
  CHAPTER No 3.
  Fai Rodish entered the ring. She received a thunderous applause. Everyone had grown to love this girl. But Fai is very dark-skinned, like an Arab or from South India.
  Indeed, Fai Rhodes has a lot of Asian and African American blood mixed in, far more than she does Russian. She truly is a blend of many different peoples, which is why she's dark-skinned and tanned.
  Svetlana is a natural blonde, and her hair is like snow. So white. Her skin, however, is much darker and tanned, very beautiful.
  Svetlana ran out easily. She was taller and heavier than Fay Rodis, but only by a few centimeters. And not as big as the black woman and the Chinese woman.
  But her muscles are sculpted and very defined. She's on par with Rhodes in terms of muscle mass.
  And very fast, with phenomenal reflexes. Faye Rodis realized there would be no easy victory... Especially since there's a rule in the finals: if there's no clear advantage, extra rounds are called.
  This is the very last fight of the evening. The crowd is already tired. But on the other hand, their excitement hasn't faded either.
  The heaviest weight class and the final. Svetlana Molotova isn't just an athlete; she fought and killed hundreds of mujahideen. She has received numerous awards, including the Hero of the Russian Federation award. A killer with an angelic appearance.
  However, angels can also be deadly.
  She smiled warmly at Fay Rodis, noting:
  - You are simply a nugget!
  The guest from the future replied:
  - I came here to win! And I have a worthy opponent!
  Fay Rodis felt a slight unease. Svetlana wasn't exactly a simple person. Any ordinary person in the twenty-first century, even a three-time Olympic champion, even if they trained under a blanket, would be no match for Fay Rodis. Over two thousand years of genetic selection and the enhancement of the human race by communist science were simply too great a head start. What's a bicycle supposed to compete with a motorcycle, or a modern iPhone with an abacus? The playing field was fundamentally uneven.
  But Svetlana clearly doesn't have fully human genetics, and she was enhanced in FSB labs, turning her into a superhuman. This means the visitor from the Future is facing a twenty-first-century genetic engineering project. And the outcome of the battle is uncertain.
  But all the better...
  The pause dragged on a bit, and bets were being placed. Unlike her two previous opponents, Svetlana appeared in a bikini and barefoot. Her legs, like Faye Rhodes', are very beautiful and tanned, with very graceful curves.
  Both girls looked at each other... Svetlana's eyes were sapphire, Fay Rodis's were emerald.
  Finally, the signal for battle sounded. Both girls began the duel with a series of rapid movements. Fai saw that Svetlana was almost as fast as she was, and much faster than ordinary fighters, even the most trained and experienced ones.
  Fay Rodis hooked her opponent in the cheekbone and took a kick of her own. She parried a kick with her bare foot and responded with a block. Then the girls leaned away from each other. Svetlana fell on her back and tried to kick her ears with her heels. But Fay blocked it and managed to land a kick to the back of her own. Svetlana jumped up and performed another classic three-legged attack, then another three-legged attack, this time with a side kick, a straight kick, and an uppercut. Then Fay Rodis attacked, but was blocked. Svetlana suddenly picked up the pace and began to brawl. Both girls took punches. One hit Fay Rodis on the bruise on the cheekbone. It hurt! But she responded too...
  The fight was fairly even. The judges were two Americans and an Englishman, and the round will likely be declared a draw.
  Two beautiful girls went to the corners. A moment of pause.
  Natasha noted with a sigh:
  - She's strong and resilient! You can't take her by force!
  Fay Rodis answered confidently:
  - I love it when a fight is like chess!
  I remembered as a kid that in boxing, you can't beat someone with brute force; they're also genetically trained and trained scientifically. And boxing is like chess. You need a combination. Svetlana is almost as fast and a bit bigger and heavier. And she's technically skilled... You have to outsmart her!
  The second round also proceeded at a fast pace. Having assessed her opponent's skill level, Svetlana decided she needed to fight and force her to give it her all. The seasoned warrior believed in her endurance and combat experience. Who is Fay Rodis? Simply a talented woman.
  And she's a killer and a terminator! She ran barefoot through the desert and climbed rocks. Svetlana killed terrorists with her bare hands and broke pine trunks with her feet. Her fist crushed the skulls of mujahideen, and her bare soles were unfazed by hot coals. No, she must win. And she's never lost to anyone, even sparring with the strongest men in the special forces. She's the best fighter on the planet, and not just among the fairer sex. She could drag out a fight, playing to the audience, but only on purpose.
  And now, for the first time, she has an equal opponent, or rather a rival.
  Svetlana used combinations with both her hands and feet. She would hit her opponent and then take it herself. The fight was fast-paced. Both women jumped a lot, colliding with blocks. Their bare feet were clashing against each other like you could knock over a telegraph table made of reinforced concrete.
  And there were even sparks. The gladiator girls fought and showed off their skills. It was very difficult for the judges to count the blows, but the fight was generally even, and again, no one could be favored.
  Fay Rodis retreated to her corner. Natasha noted solicitously:
  "The opponent is a tough nut to crack. She even knocked out Tyson Fury at one of the shows, even according to boxing rules. An inimitable harpy!"
  A guest from the future noted:
  - She moves beyond the common man!
  Natasha noted:
  "She was born near Semipalatinsk. Apparently some kind of mutation, and a positive one at that!"
  Fay Rodis squeaked:
  - For communism!
  The third round was also at a frantic pace. Svetlana was throwing a barrage of punches, and Fay Rodis was trying to keep up. A multitude of combinations and techniques. Svetlana started throwing three-handed punches: straight, hook, uppercut. Then the opposite: uppercut, hook, straight. Then hook, straight, uppercut. Fay Rodis responded in kind... Both muscular young women were sweating and glistening as if greased. They managed to punch each other, causing both to bleed.
  But the fight remained even, and the third round ended at a fast and even pace.
  There was a pause, and the judges began to deliberate. Natasha suggested, when Fay Rodis sat down:
  "They'll probably order an extra round. The fight is very even. And the crowd won't be happy if such a show is interrupted."
  A guest from the future noted:
  "What a worthy opponent! I'm even glad about it! We need to find the key to victory. But she's very experienced and extremely difficult to deceive!"
  Natasha suggested:
  - What if you deliberately miss a few hits, pretend to swim and catch them coming towards you?
  Fay Rodis shrugged.
  - I don't know! It's risky, she might not buy it, and they'll give her the victory on points!
  Natasha reminded:
  "She's never won on points, only by knockout! Maybe she doesn't want to ruin her impeccable record!"
  Fay Rodis noted:
  - She's an experienced professional... She'll most likely go all in when a draw is in sight!
  Natasha objected:
  "There can't be a draw here! The shots will be counted electronically, and if the judges award a draw, the decision will be made by the computer. The number of accurate shots cannot be the same."
  Fay Rodis asked with a smile:
  - And what if the number of accurate strikes matches?
  Natasha replied with a sigh:
  "Then it'll be a draw. The prize money will be split in half, and Svetlana will remain the undisputed world champion! Although, they might even organize a rematch in that case! That would be wonderful!"
  Fay Rodis noted:
  - Well, what else can we do but fight?
  The judges did indeed order an extra round, much to the crowd's delight. Once again, the white-haired girl faced off against the darker-skinned one. A fair-haired Aryan beauty faced off against a dark-haired Aryan. A blonde and a brunette.
  And again a series of blows and mutual attacks. Svetlana turned on superspeed, but Fay Rodis was no match. And the warriors' bare heels flashed.
  Such devastating blows followed one after another. Fay Rodis barely had time to respond. Svetlana pressed. But then the guest from the future unexpectedly tripped her opponent. She didn't fall, but shook her arms and took a precise uppercut to the chin. However, she immediately responded, pushing Fay in the chest and closing the distance. It was clear Svetlana was stunned, but she didn't fall, fighting on autopilot. Fay Rodis feigned a kick to the head, then countered with a kick to the knee, and for the first time in her career, Svetlana fell on her back. But she immediately jumped back up. The referee didn't count, although the girl managed to touch her butt to the mat after the trip.
  The crowd began to murmur discontentedly. Svetlana kept winning, and almost everyone wanted to see a new star emerge.
  Especially not the Russians, of whom there are a lot in the audience. And they roar wildly.
  Fai Rodis unleashed a nine-punch combination, the last one half uppercut, half hook, and landed another punch to the chin. Svetlana staggered, but responded, catching Fai in the chest. Rodis attacked again, but the bell rang.
  The guest from the future slowly made her way to her corner. She was pleased and smiling.
  Natasha confirmed to her:
  - You're leading! I don't know if the judges will give you the win, but you're ahead!
  Fay Rodis noted:
  - You shouldn't relax!
  The judges did indeed deliberate, reaching their decision. Fai came out on top and looked the better, but Svetlana was the undefeated champion. And somehow, there was no desire to unfairly judge her.
  The decision was made:
  - The fifth round is scheduled!
  The crowd greeted it enthusiastically. Another fight... Faye Rodis entered the ring. Svetlana's eyes were filled with determination, and the bruise on her cheekbone glowed. These are these girls, super warriors.
  Svetlana went on the offensive, swinging her arms and legs. She tried to engage her opponent in a brutal fight. Her bare feet flashed in various directions. Fai Rodis fought back and then counterattacked. Her opponent seemed tireless, throwing punch after punch. Aware that her opponent was moving forward, Fai Rodis also became more active. And so they began trading blows. Fai Rodis felt powerful slaps to the face and returned the favor. Blood spurted from both girls' noses and split lips.
  It flowed like a stream, the gladiator girls' bodies covered in a mixture of sweat and blood. The warriors thrashed each other, evenly matched, and then went their separate ways...
  The fifth round is over...
  Natasha was unhappy:
  - You've relaxed a bit! You should have finished her off!
  Fay Rodis blinked in confusion:
  "She's like a phoenix! I never thought there could be such fighters in the twenty-first century!"
  Natasha whistled and asked:
  - Are you from the future?
  Fay Rodis winked:
  - How can I say... We are all looking to the future!
  Natasha suggested:
  - Throw a half-hook, half-uppercut more often. It's hard to see, and the fight will be more fun!
  Faye Rodis nodded:
  - I'll take that into account!
  The judges ordered a sixth round. Three fights in one evening is quite rare for a cup-system fight. Both the fighters and the crowd deserve some mercy. Five rounds have happened, but six is very rare.
  However, Svetlana didn't look tired and pressed forward again. She threw punch after punch, unleashing a flurry of combinations and was active. Seizing the moment of a flurry of attacks, Fai Rodis caught her with a half-hook, half-uppercut. Taking a powerful blow like that, she staggered. Fai Rodis followed up with a kick and landed a heel to the chin.
  Svetlana retreated... Her head was pounding, and a heavy, cut hematoma was already hanging across her cheekbone. And Fay Rodis rushed in for the kill. She threw punches in succession. Svetlana held her ground, countered, and retreated. She gritted her teeth.
  - You're lying, you won't catch me!
  And she lasted until the end of the sixth round. She's a girl who doesn't bend.
  And after the gong, she staggered to her corner with difficulty. Fai Rodis, drenched in sweat and blood, entered hers.
  Natasha exclaimed joyfully:
  - You did it! Now you're a champion!
  Fay Rodis noted wearily:
  "The judges still have to make the decision here! But the fight was brutal, there's no denying it!"
  Natasha noted:
  - It was a good fight!
  But it turned out that things weren't over yet. And the judges ordered a seventh round.
  Svetlana entered the ring as if nothing had happened. Or rather, she ran out. And the brutal fight began again. Fai Rodis took a stance. And Svetlana charged forward, trying to fight back. She attacked with rapid series of punches and used a lot of kicking. Fai Rodis, still thinking clearly, suddenly grabbed Svetlana's bare foot and threw it. The blonde flew past, fell, and jumped up, momentarily exposed. And Fai's bare, round heel sank into her chin. The blow was a powerful one, capable of breaking tiles, and it landed on Svetlana's oncoming motion. The barefoot blonde's jaw cracked and she fell, this time landing face-first.
  Fay Rodis threw her hands up: "Finally, victory!"
  The referee counted slowly, although it seemed impossible to get up after such a blow.
  But at the count of eight, Svetlana suddenly jumped up. She shook her head, as if to say, "Everything's alright." She lunged at Fay Rodis again. She was surprised, as Svetlana's jaw was broken. But she continued to fight. And the fight began again. It was brutal. Fay Rodis fought back and fought back. Towards the end, she caught her broken jaw again, and Svetlana, her face twisted, fell. The referee began counting again, but the bell rang to end the round.
  Svetlana got up with difficulty and went to her corner.
  Fay Rodis went to hers. Her face was bruised, cut, and her nose was broken, and she was in a lot of pain. Her nose, especially, was where Svetlana had managed to hit her pretty hard at the last minute.
  The fight was brutal. And for a twenty-first-century woman, Svetlana proved incredibly strong, fast, and skilled.
  So, despite all the injuries, she made it into the ring. And now the judges must declare the winner.
  It's clear who: two clean knockdowns in the final round, and Faye Rhodes's advantage in the fourth and sixth. The crowd wanted a different world champion.
  The punch statistics were announced; Fai Rodis had a slight advantage, but she had two knockdowns. And the score was announced... Fai Rodis raised her right hand to the cheers of the crowd. Svetlana stood pale but proud. Though it was difficult for her to speak, she exclaimed:
  - Fai Rodis is a great guy! A worthy champion!
  After which, the warrior from the future was presented with several belts. And the Olympic anthem was played.
  Then they brought her a check for a million dollars. They told her she had to pay thirteen percent of that amount, and that was it.
  Svetlana also received half a million in consolation money... She was praised for her courage and the girl walked to the hospital to heal her broken jaw.
  It was already past two o'clock in the morning...
  Fay Rodis was taken to the hotel under guard. Natasha was by her side.
  She noted:
  - You need to get a good night's sleep!
  Fay Rodis agreed:
  - I haven't slept for a long time! But notice, now I'm rich!
  Natasha said:
  "You could get even richer! Do commercials, fight men. Svetlana Molotova, for example, got ten times more for a boxing fight with Tyson Fury than you got for those three fights! Maybe we should put you and him together again? Tyson Fury's world champion now, and you'll get even more than Svetlana if you win. And you'll even make money in the betting. I bet on you all three times and won big!"
  Fay Rodis nodded with a smile:
  - That's already good! Although, to be honest, I'm not too interested in money!
  Natasha objected:
  - Everyone knows that it is money that gives the most durable, most reliable and most sure power over people!
  Fay Rodis noted with a smile:
  - It"s hard for you to believe, but the time will soon come when money will lose its value and there will be no money on planet Earth or on other worlds in the Solar System!
  Natasha nodded in agreement:
  - I know! It's a communist utopia! But without money there will be no incentive to work!
  Fay Rodis shrugged and remarked:
  - Communism requires a high level of consciousness! That's a fact!
  The two young women in the hotel room wandered off to different rooms. Natasha noted:
  "By the way, I have a villa in Sochi!" She winked at her partner.
  Fay Rodis lay down on the soft bed... A multitude of thoughts swirled in her head, but it really was better to sleep. She hadn't slept for a long time before her transfer from the tyrannical planet, and she still hadn't. And she had fought a very tough fight.
  Objectively, her opponent showed class, but was defeated by the man of the future.
  Fay Rodis recalled her interactions with dictator Chayo Chagas . This leader, though not stupid, didn't want change. Ultimately, he was probably overthrown. It's a shame Faye Rodis didn't see it. What madness to commit suicide. Better to endure torture and show courage. She wouldn't have been killed or maimed anyway. Or even if she had been maimed, medicine would have restored everything.
  And she's so stupid... To give up her life when you're young, healthy, strong, and have no health problems whatsoever. And what if you add in her powers of hypnosis and all that? She could have escaped without even letting her enemies see her!
  Yes, precisely, to inspire, and they wouldn't even see her. She would simply disappear, as if through water.
  Why? She could have suppressed the conspirators from the starship and its powerful weapons. Or, on the contrary, she would have stayed out of the way and merely supported the internal forces of the coup.
  No, never commit suicide. Especially if you can survive and win. Besides, it was even more interesting to test yourself under torture.
  For example, Stepan Razin maintained his courage to the end. He didn't hang himself in chains. In principle, he could have hanged himself with the chain of his collar to avoid terrible torture and quartering. But Stenka Razin bravely endured the torture. And didn't even show how much pain he was in.
  And Fay Rodis, too, needed to endure the torture and smile. After all, she had far better control over her psyche and pain than Stenka Razin. But this option didn't frighten her; there was something else here. But right now, Fay Rodis wanted more than anything to go back and continue the fight. Could that be done? Or should she stay in this world for a while longer?
  Fay Rodis slammed her fist on the pillow and growled:
  - Everybody go to bed! And I need to go to bed!
  And almost immediately she fell into a very stormy sleep;
   An anomaly, emerging from nowhere, surrounded the girls on all sides. The stone pulsed and struck their hands with rapid frequency. Even the air around them seemed to freeze and become dead. At the same time, the gladiators felt an increase in radiation. It permeated the air, causing the nuclei of nitrogen and oxygen to fuse. This permeated everything with an unusual, nasal-searing freshness.
  "We have to get out of here!" Fay Rhodes said.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya answered bravely:
  - Let's accept the hyperfic and try to break through!
  The girls immediately injected themselves with a liquid that reduced radiation exposure. It felt like your skin was being stung by thousands of radioactive bees.
  Fay Rodis yelped:
  - Let's go forward.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed:
  - Yes. I wouldn't want to go around this super-anomaly again. It might have some kind of predatory instinct and start surrounding us.
  A guest from the future noted:
  - As a rule, such fields are not continuous, and we will find a crack.
  - The main thing is to define the boundaries correctly.
  The latter isn't so easy. Some tried, imitating writers lacking practical experience, to simply throw nuts and bolts. It's unreliable; iron might fly past without slowing down and fall, but organic matter will be torn apart.
  A more subtle approach is needed here: you sprinkle finely ground dust from ordinary lead, throw it in, and then watch for the slightest deviation of the flashlight beam. Where the beam is straight, there's a gap between the anomalous fields. Science, verified by scientists. In general, why did the ordinary Chernobyl zone suddenly become so steep, violating the laws of nature?
  Scientists haven't come up with a definitive answer to this. And hundreds of volumes have been written about debates and dissertations. It's a good thing girls can read as fast as a computer, otherwise they'd go yellow over the books. The Zone has also become a cash cow for science fiction writers, but they still write a bit monotonously: traps, farters, artifacts, mutants, bandits!
  Someone is killing someone. But there's no trace of pure, immaculate love or women! And war is feminine.
  The gladiator girls slowly made their way, reaching the vibrating air. Suddenly, they felt a sudden rush of heat in their faces, as if someone had turned on a heater. The young scouts had a special little device, and lead or iron were easy to find in the prison zone.
  A thin layer of dust shimmered in the flashlight's pinpoint beam. For the first ten meters, the anomaly was solid. Then, as the girls advanced, a few cracks began to appear in the field. The scouts carefully monitored the distortions.
  - Yes! - Natasha Olimpiyskaya noted. - We can go through.
  - Well, let's try! - Fay Rodis supported her.
  The girls tiptoed along the line. Ahead of them, they found a quagmire, and they had to speed up considerably to avoid getting sucked in. Suddenly, the air blew, and the scouts were doused with streams of mud.
  "It's as if she senses our penetration," Fay Rhodes noted.
  - Perhaps. Speak more quietly.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya answered.
  The girls continued moving. Suddenly, the pulverized metal swirled into a whirlwind. Then there was such a loud bang that only the girls' gymnastic agility kept them from falling.
  The side truss fence was torn apart, the debris twisted into a whimsical lacework. But the path ahead had become slightly wider. The grass had withered, and the ground looked as if it had been hit by a seismic cataclysm. Ahead of the passage, a concrete fence suddenly blocked the way. Climbing it was impossible; the anomalous zone breathed death from above.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya said, smiling:
  "There's no point in turning back. We've come too far, and it's unknown if we'll find another crack. I suggest we blow it up with a grenade."
  "Why, if you can crush them with a Russian karate blow ?" Fay Rodis stated.
  The girl doubted:
  - Are you sure the fence is quite thick?
  A guest from the future noted:
  "Concrete has special energy points that allow you to break through the entire structure. And it wouldn't hurt to train your legs, either."
  Natasha squeaked:
  - Then I'm with you.
  To avoid damaging their shoes, the gladiator girls removed their boots and began kicking the concrete with their graceful, maidenly feet, like those of ancient sculptures. Oddly enough, their tanned, bare feet were so well-trained that it felt like they were being struck with steel crowbars. The girls had been trained in combat since infancy, and what was twenty-five centimeters of concrete to them? The wall cracked, and a few seconds later, it collapsed. Although their feet hummed slightly from the shock, blood pulsing through them, the scouts were satisfied.
  "We broke through!" "And got some exercise at the same time!" The young beauties were happy, but their faces were itchy from the enemy's beards and camouflage.
  The rest of the journey was easier; the girls had already learned to discern the anomaly's boundaries by the refraction of light alone. They only had to shine a flashlight beam, and everything was visible. However, for about half a kilometer, they had to walk bent over, risking crossing a dangerous line: the passage narrowed again.
  "Have you ever had a drink, Fay Rodis?" asked Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  - No! True, they injected me with alcohol to test my body's reaction to alcohol.
  Natasha growled:
  - And how?
  Fay Rodis answered honestly, becoming abnormally religious in her dream:
  "My head hurts, my guts are churning. They gave me tiny mini-capsules the size of millet. They increased my body's tolerance to alcohol. While drunkenness is a sin, you can't do without it in intelligence."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya got angry and stamped her foot:
  - Another sin! But even priests drink. And anyway, if we end up in an anomaly, we'll experience a hangover, only a thousand times worse.
  The tip of the AKM assault rifle accidentally entered the anomaly and bent slightly. I had to straighten it out while moving.
  A thick, warm rain began to fall from above. Inside the anomaly, it simply hissed and evaporated. A scrap metal yard was piled nearby: overturned, mangled trucks, tractors, fragments of heavy agricultural machinery, rusty barrels. Near the yard, oblivious to the deadly backdrop, sat a reptile, a red, crystalline turtle with the head of a shark. It devoured the metal with ease, its paws a cross between a crab's claw and a tiger's claw.
  - Rifulik ! - Natasha Olimpiyskaya whispered. - Not a protein life form, a mixture of quartz and lithium.
  Fay Rodis sighed heavily:
  - Our weapons are probably powerless against him.
  Natasha squeaked:
  "I don't know! Those who shot at such a creature usually didn't survive. But really, why would it need our protein flesh? It would rather feast on a machine gun."
  A guest from the future warned:
  - Don't speed up, this will provoke the riffulika .
  The gladiator girls moved smoothly, but faster. However, they soon encountered barbed wire. It had to be cut. The girls handled it expertly, expertly avoiding any creaking.
  After taking a few steps, Natasha Olimpiyskaya whispered in Fay Rodis's ear:
  - Look, my dear, here is our first prize. - She pointed to a lemon-colored stone.
  The blonde (and in her dream, Fay Rodis became what she dreamed of, a natural blonde!) giggled:
  "Nothing special, it's the most common "kulesh" artifact. You won't get more than a thousand dollars for it."
  Redhead (Natasha had acquired a red coat instead of blue, which she liked better!) squeaked:
  - Maybe even less, but that's not bad.
  The anomaly around the girls began to come to life, producing a peculiar, eardrum-shredding, squeaky sound. It was beyond the range of human hearing, but the girls could hear it:
  "The little devil is worried!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya remarked.
  Fay Rodis yelped:
  - At least here on the edge of the abyss, don't talk about the unclean.
  The newly minted redhead chirped:
  - Oh, come on!
  CHAPTER No 4.
  The hissing and heat noticeably intensified, raindrops evaporated before reaching the ground, the grass began to change colors, and luminescence appeared at the edge. Overall, the spectacle was both beautiful and terrifying.
  The girls glanced back at the rifulik ; it was already quite far away, but it seemed to have eaten its fill; the crunching sound didn't reach their sensitive ears. The scouts calmed down; after all, this haze would eventually end.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya noted:
  "We can't push here with a large force. We'll ruin both our men and equipment, just watch out."
  Sure enough, an MI-8 helicopter appeared in the sky. Spotting the zone, it began to gain altitude, but it was too late. Blurry tentacles darted toward it and engulfed the machine. The helicopter choked and began to fall. The rotor stopped turning, but the machine sank slowly, as if into water. Along the way, it twisted into something like an accordion. The girls, however, weren't so much admiring the spectacle as they were eager to escape the danger zone. Hot air blew into their faces, kicking up blades of grass, dust, and pebbles. Their eyes-Fai Rodis's naturally sapphire-emerald , but dyed to look like brown, and Natasha Olimpiyskaya's bright yellow-were watery.
  A shock ran through the ground, a jolt of electricity. The girls gasped. They ran a bit.
  Then it got really bad; the ground suddenly turned like butter and glued their boots to their skin. Then a blaze erupted from above, and the zone pinned the girls to the ground.
  "It looks like we're facing a major ' kill '," said Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  The guest from the future roared:
  - Repent before it's too late!
  "No, Fay Rodis, I don't want to die spiritually enslaved. Besides, why do you think death awaits us?"
  The guest from the future nodded:
  - I hope not! I don't want to die so young. I didn't have time to do anything for the Motherland.
  - Didn't even kill. At least I have a sniper on my account.
  Having a false memory, Fay Rodis noted:
  - And you didn"t take part in combat operations.
  Natasha nodded:
  - No! I, like you, was saved for more important matters. After all, there are only two of us in the whole country.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Well, I need one too, so I can have children with him.
  The red-haired girl growled:
  "I don't know for sure. It's probably impossible for us to get pregnant from a regular man."
  Rifuliks ran up to it . Seeing the fresh iron, they began their ravenous meal.
  "What terrible strength one must possess to tear such strong iron," Fay Rodis remarked.
  "They have a different metabolism with ultra-radioactive inclusions," Natasha Olimpiyskaya reported. "Although, I don't think they'll devour our weapons. I don't want to throw away millions of dollars."
  The girls probed the bud with a knife; the knife stuck a couple of times, but they managed to peel the tip off. Then, after throwing a plastic ball, they discovered that the soil had returned to normal.
  "It's good that our legs are wearing simple camouflage; we don't mind cutting them up," said Natasha Olimpiyskaya. "We'll have to duck and dive, but we'll still make it."
  The blonde warrior confidently squealed:
  - We were taught to jump from any position, we can handle it.
  The redhead agreed:
  - In war, good preparation is like air for the lungs; a bad mixture of gases cripples and kills.
  The girls cut their boots, hesitated briefly, and then leaped abruptly. Fay Rodis nearly got stuck again, scraping her leg. Now the passage was much wider, and the girls could escape.
  The scouts moved slowly until, finally, the anomaly stopped swaying.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya squeaked:
  - We're alive, sister! And I thought we were in trouble.
  Fay Rodis noted with alarm:
  - Now we need to find boots, otherwise our legs are too beautiful for bearded mujahideen.
  The redhead growled:
  - It's simple, we'll set up an ambush and kill someone.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - If we find it!
  The girls, despite their load, decided to run, not too quickly, so as not to make any noise. Their keen hearing picked up gunfire from the right.
  "That's something! It looks like it's a hunt or a showdown," Natasha Olimpiyskaya remarked.
  The girls quickened their pace, passed a hill, and from there, a view of the road opened up. The distinctive noise of a Jaguar was heard. A powerful eight-seater car emerged from around a wooded turn. Inside were a dozen men in leather jackets and body armor. Their brazen faces and shaved heads marked them as bandits, some with tattoos on their arms. The largest one even had a tattoo on his face. He resembled a comic book villain.
  "When a person artificially creates a menacing appearance, it's a sure sign of spiritual weakness," Natasha Olimpiyskaya noted.
  "It's probably the wolf in sheep's clothing that's so scary, not the sheep in wolf's clothing!" Fay Rodis continued.
  The bandits were armed with the PKU - an improved Kalashnikov machine gun.
  His 14.7-millimeter bullets could pierce the girls' overalls. However, beneath their ordinary jackets, the girls wore lightweight but extremely durable armor made of hydro- titanium, three times stronger than natural titanium and two and a half times lighter. True, such chainmail cost as much as an entire T-90 tank. But if such a large bullet hit them, even the girls' strong bones might not withstand it. A Kalashnikov or an Abakan, however, were no threat at any range. The leader, as always, cursed.
  - The cuckoo told us that two farters are crawling. We need to kill them.
  - It's not a big deal, boss, but it makes sense. We just arrived and haven't made any swag.
  - They are Arabs, which means they probably have "greens" and dope.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya decided to shoot with an AKM. The assault rifle's main drawback is its relatively wide bullet spread, especially at long range. However, using a 5.45 caliber instead of a 7.62mm one improves accuracy. The bandits' brutal heads were exposed. Natasha Olimpiyskaya opened fire, and Fay Rodis, as always, began to pray.
  Four bandits were killed instantly. One of them shouted:
  -... shit !
  Bandits typically react instinctively. It's unclear where the shots are coming from, so it's best to slow down and take cover. But the leader, without thinking twice, grabbed an FU-12 grenade, also with a range of up to two hundred meters, but with uranium flakes on the plates and a more powerful explosive. And where did he dig it up? Only Russian special forces carry these.
  Fay Rodis fired, her bullet landing squarely in the grenade's center. The explosion was terrifying; an FO-12 is no F-1. The bandits were riddled with bullets, and the Jaguar, out of control, gradually slowed. The driver, in mortal agony, slammed on the brakes.
  The powerful beast-mark stopped.
  The girls ran up to her at full speed. There were eleven corpses, including the driver. They looked horribly mutilated. Natasha Olimpiyskaya began examining the bags. She was primarily interested in the artifacts. She examined them carefully. Besides the "kulesh," the most common artifact, which had the ability to glow in the dark and recharge a small battery. Moreover, this stone lost its properties only a year after leaving the Zone. Among other valuables were a pair of "cutters," capable of cutting through alloy steel. They must be wrapped in wool, otherwise they will scorch the metal of the car. There was also a pink stone called "Love," which significantly increases male potency, and a "Shield," highly prized in the Zone, which neutralized the effects of ordinary radiation.
  "Could it really be bandits who collected all this?" Fay Rodis asked herself.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya objected:
  - No, most likely they took it from the farters .
  The guest from the future squeaked:
  - And what did they do with them?
  The redhead giggled:
  "Killed! What else? And it's good if they didn't do it without torture. Some thieves have stashes, waiting for the price of the swag to rise. Besides, scientists aren't sitting idle either. They're looking for ways to enhance the properties of artifacts and, especially, extend their shelf life outside the Zone."
  "I know that!" Fay Rodis's eyes filled with tears. "But something happened to me. I became a murderer myself, and seven people died from my shot. I'll never forgive myself. It's like a string snapped in my soul."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya roared in frustration:
  - Why are you so stupid?
  - The Church is against violence.
  The erudite redhead objected:
  - Really? Killing a villain isn't a sin. The literal translation from Hebrew of the sixth commandment, "Thou shalt not kill," is: "Thou shalt not commit evil murder!" That is, it's wrong to kill only good people, and evil must be punished.
  Fay Rodis logically noted:
  - But Jesus himself did not follow this.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya objected heatedly:
  - No! The incarnate God was not a pacifist. In the Old Testament, Christ was compared to King David, and he was a great warrior. Jesus himself said: "I did not bring peace to earth, but a sword. The blood of the wicked is a bad source." Yes, besides, before his bodily incarnation, as the face of Jehovah, Jesus passed death sentences, ordered the extermination of all the Amelicans , and burned Sodom and Gomorrah.
  So, justice demands the punishment of evil. And who are the local bandits? The worst kind of thugs, escapees from prison, maniacs wanted internationally, or simply terrorists we catch. So, this is evil, and for the sake of good, it must be destroyed. The blood of the perverted is a bad source, said Jesus.
  The tears in Faye Rodis's eyes dried. She asked in surprise:
  - How do you know the scriptures so well?
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya logically noted:
  "Well, how can you live in a formally Orthodox country and not know the catechism? But knowledge must be applied wisely, lest you descend to the caveman pacifism of Jehovah's Witnesses."
  The blonde warrior nodded:
  "I know that sect! They don't recognize Christ as God. However, talking about heretics is of no interest to either you or me."
  The red-haired warrior waved her hand:
  - Let's fix the car first.
  The car suffered minor damage, with metal plates along its edges, and the machine gun, which had not yet fired, was loaded with a fresh belt.
  "I killed the machine gunner first," Natasha Olimpiyskaya boasted.
  The blonde squealed:
  - That's logical! Now let's try to start it.
  The redhead muttered:
  - Find suitable boots.
  Fay Rodis was disgusted to try on shoes after the bandits' stinking feet. She was simply disgusted, as was Natasha. The girls went to the stream and rinsed their boots. They were a little too big, but after a moment's consideration, they pulled on the foot wraps. Not very comfortable, but at least their charms wouldn't attract unnecessary attention during prayer.
  Now the girls, having dumped the corpses in the ditch, could drive away. However, the gunshots attracted the attention of other creatures: rat-rabbits . They were a sinister mutation, a cross between common rodents and hares. How these species managed to interbreed is a mystery, but the result was a most sinister hybrid with poisonous fangs. The rat-rabbits ran out onto the road. There were at least fifty of them, large, the size of dogs. They bared their needle-thin teeth. They often broke, but new ones grew back after a couple of days. The body itself was mangy, except for the rear and a bushy, almost fox-like tail. Outside the zone, such fur was prized, especially by women. But the animals themselves were very agile and tenacious, not averse to carrion. Moreover, they inherited a certain intelligence from the rats. For example, a dead body may not be so tasty, but at least it was safe, and in the zone, dead bodies...
  "Well, what should we do with them?" Fay Rodis asked.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya muttered:
  - We'll shoot them and cut off their tails! We'll have something to sell.
  The guest from the future doubted:
  "Why do we need money? The FSB gave us cash, and they found thirty thousand dollars in the bandits' pockets."
  The redhead noticed:
  - Yes. I've noticed that terrorists and the mafia prefer the dollar to the euro, despite the exchange rate difference.
  And the red-haired warrior sang:
  The sly dollar is to the liking of bandits -
  To those who want to destroy Russia!
  The banknote is disgusting, the currency of parasites,
  The mercenary gets to kill!
  Attracts blood and filth to itself,
  It is no wonder that green is the color of the eyes of trouble!
  Let there be kindness and honesty in your heart,
  Let's make your love dreams come true!
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya chirped in the voice of a true prima donna.
  - Whose poems? - asked Fay Rodis.
  - I made it up myself! - the gladiator girl replied.
  The blonde agreed with this:
  "Good idea. And most importantly, it's true and accurate. But you're right, selling the extra swag will allow us to make profitable connections among the sellers."
  The girls took aim at the rat-rabbits and fired a volley. They only needed to shoot at the head, as the body regenerates easily, and even the sticky green blood barely leaked out.
  Shots pierced the skulls of ten monsters. They collapsed, while others fled.
  The red-haired warrior squeaked:
  - Wow, and they immediately appreciated our combat power.
  "These aren't pseudo-dogs that just charge straight at you. However, so many of them have been shot already; their tails are cut off, too, but not as well as those of rabbits," Faye Rodis noted.
  Natasha noted:
  The most prized tails are those of the rat fox . They fetch three times as much as sables.
  The guest from the future confirmed:
  - They say their fur changes color, perhaps.
  The gladiator girls shot another dozen rat-rabbits . Then they went down. With confident movements, they cut off their fluffy tails.
  "Be careful with your teeth. There's actually an antidote for their poison, but it costs eighteen hundred dollars per ampoule," Natasha Olimpiyskaya warned.
  "I was instructed no worse than you," the blonde yelped.
  The red-haired warrior continued,
  - Moreover, if the teeth break off and remain in the body, there will be a serious inflammatory process.
  "It's quite painful, though, our bodies are strong and not so easily infected," Fay Rodis noted.
  The girls were already heading toward the car when the pseudo-dogs appeared . Not many, about fifteen of them. They, too, were apparently attracted by the gunfire.
  "It's a shame to waste a bullet on them," Natasha Olimpiyskaya remarked.
  The blonde squeaked:
  "Even though they're not venomous, they bite and can infect you with rabies. Let's scare them off with a pistol so we don't waste machine gun bullets."
  "Just a deal: whoever misses gets a flick on the forehead!" suggested Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  A guest from the future noted:
  - You have a lot of childhood in you.
  The girls fired an upgraded TT-100. Its size, recoil, and caliber are smaller than those of a traditional TT, while its stopping power and rate of fire are higher, thanks to a special muzzle design. And there are twenty rounds per barrel. It's not shooting, it's pleasure. Without wasting a single bullet, the girls crushed the heads of the pseudo-dogs . However, after a while , they heard howling as another pack approached.
  "You know," Natasha Olimpiyskaya suggested, "let's not waste bullets on them."
  Fay Rodis agreed:
  "I think we have enough bandit weapons, too. And you can fit almost any cartridge into a TT-100."
  The redhead muttered:
  - It's of no interest to us anyway. Let's risk our asses and meet them with nothing but knives.
  The guest from the future doubted:
  - It sounds tempting, but do we have the right to take empty risks?
  Natasha squeaked:
  "When we trained at the FSB school, we weren't in danger of death or serious injury. But here's a good opportunity to test ourselves."
  Fay Rodis laughed:
  "By the way, biting the butt is a favorite tactic of pseudo-dogs . It's even mentioned in the memoirs of the first stalkers , as they initially called themselves."
  The redhead squeaked aggressively:
  - Farter sounds prettier and more like a criminal! Now let's use the knives.
  The girls stood back to back; there were at least thirty of the pseudo-dogs . The fight was not going to be easy. Suddenly, Natasha Olimpiyskaya threw her dagger at the nearest dog, striking it square in the throat. And then she was instantly left unarmed. She leaped toward the dogs, delivered a powerful blow to the dog's head. The shocked animal collapsed. Then a lunge, a toe to the eye, a punch to the jaw. The girl struck like a hammer, her teeth shattering like dry peas.
  Fay Rodis rushes after her, the girl's slashing legs knocking the dogs back. The dogs fall and roll over. A dagger strike grazes their throats.
  "To hit hard, you need a gift!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared.
  "Whoever doesn't hit will perish!" added Fai Rodim.
  The girls really got going. Natasha Olimpiyskaya jumped high, spun around, and knocked down three dogs mid-air. She slashed one across the neck, decapitating it. Faye Rodis repeated the maneuver, taking down four, finishing with a blow to the heart. The dog, however, managed to barely scratch her.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Nasty bitch.
  The redhead objected:
  - I must say bitch.
  The guest from the future doubted:
  - It's not polite to even call a dog that.
  Natasha squeaked:
  - But a mad one.
  The dogs really did want to bite the girls' butts. Farters and bandits usually have armored jackets, so they're hard to bite through. And their pants are thinner.
  Fay Rodis stabbed her in the eye, and Natasha Olimpiyskaya stabbed her in the eye with one hand and used a dagger with the other.
  The red-haired warrior barked:
  - That's it, and now what?
  The blonde suggested:
  - We threw knives at the head, but maybe it would be better to throw them at the chest.
  The girls repeated the maneuver; the dumb pseudo-dogs were completely devoid of cunning or self-preservation instinct. They advanced, lunged, their leaps predictable. And yet, Natasha Olimpiyskaya also managed to lightly scratch with her claw.
  The red-haired warrior noted:
  "No, there are gaps in our training. What if these were creatures with highly poisonous claws?"
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Like rat-eaters ?
  - So be it! By the way, their needles are stronger than steel. Very nasty creatures.
  - In general, there are many different derivatives of rats.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya chopped off another head on the run and broke the dog's back. Fay Rodis was no match for her.
  The blonde noted:
  "It's because radiation doesn't kill rats, it makes them even stronger and more resilient. It's like a dystopia. Perhaps a nuclear war will lead to the emergence of a unique rat civilization."
  Redhead remarked aggressively:
  - Do you think rats will be able to go into space?
  A guest from the future noted:
  - If they merge with primates, then it is not excluded.
  Natasha whistled:
  - They say there are already some like that in the zone.
  Fay Rodis snapped the dog's neck with a sharp jerk. Natasha Olimpiyskaya finished off the last creature.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - We had to jump.
  The blonde started to get angry:
  - These are not all degenerates, there are worse ones.
  Natasha squeaked:
  - I know, but fighting monsters is not our area of expertise.
  The girls, having brought down three dozen of the creatures, carefully cut off their tails. Now they had something to sell. Then something unexpected happened: one of the mortally wounded bandits began to rise.
  The redhead cooed:
  - Wow, look, it looks like they didn"t finish off one of them!
  The blonde squealed:
  - Or maybe it's turning into a zombie.
  Natasha yelped:
  - I've heard about it, but to become a zombie you have to die from an anomaly.
  Fay Rhodes giggled:
  - Or at the hands of a very sinful person.
  The redhead waved her hand at her!
  - Don't joke like that!
  The bandit rose and broke into a run. His speed rivaled that of a world champion sprinter.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya suggested:
  - Wow, let's get him!
  Fay Rodis nodded approvingly:
  - Maybe a Jaguar? It has good cross-country ability.
  The redhead barked:
  -Let's see!
  The guest from the future winked at her.
  The living dead man was indeed racing down the road. Therefore, it was possible to follow him by car. The girls took off, not going much faster. They were curious to see where the bandit was going.
  The blonde suggested:
  - It's an interesting game, but there's a chance of an ambush.
  The redhead answered confidently:
  - And we will see her, to be on the safe side, I suggest we put on the miracle lenses .
  Special contact lenses, another expensive wonder of Russian science, allowed vision in the infrared and ultraviolet ranges, in complete darkness and underwater. They also allowed for magnification of both ordinary objects and the use of the lenses as a microscope. However, the invention was still imperfect and could not be used for long periods of time because they would burn out.
  The girls put them on and were almost immediately surprised:
  "It runs, and not only doesn't it heat up, it actually cools down. The difference between it and the surrounding environment is no more than five degrees," Fay Rodis declared, giggling.
  Ryzhukha agreed:
  - It's a zombie! Maybe some artifact made him so cool.
  The run continued, the bandit turned aside, and they were forced to shake. Bumps, potholes, and humps threatened to flip the car.
  - Maybe we should split his head open? - Natasha Olimpiyskaya suggested.
  The blonde softly objected:
  - Let's see, maybe he's leading us to his lair.
  The redhead narrowed her eyes:
  - Do you want to fight?
  The blonde yelped:
  - And you don't?
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya noted ironically:
  - Of course, but your heart will break with pity.
  Fay Rodis logically objected:
  - There could be hostages in their lair! Don't you know that?
  - Unlikely. Well, why would they need hostages?
  - Take ransom. Or force them to work for you.
  The blonde bared her teeth:
  - Well, they might give something for a foreigner, but for a Russian, they might shoot you themselves.
  The redhead grinned and noted:
  - It"s surprising that with such an attitude towards scientists, we were so well supplied.
  "Military research is well-funded, the US buys scientists, and we simply copy their information," Natasha Olimpiyskaya chuckled.
  Fay Rodis chuckled:
  - More precisely, steal?
  The red-haired girl giggled:
  "We collect information, process it, and pass it off as our own! In fact, all this secrecy hinders progress. Without spies, we would be far more backward-I mean the entire world."
  The blonde muttered with annoyance:
  - And when will humanity become united?
  Natasha squeaked:
  - I don't know! But for space expansion, we need to join forces.
  The guest from the future sighed heavily:
  "But right now, everything's happening the other way around. If at the beginning of the twentieth century there were only thirty-seven states, now there are two hundred and forty. Where is our world heading? Humanity needs a great leader."
  "And where can I find someone like that?" Fay Rodis remarked with a wink. "Rather, the chaos is growing."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed with this:
  There was feudal fragmentation, and now there's capitalism. But sooner or later it will end. I believe there will still be universal happiness and a world without evil.
  - When will Christ come?
  - When a person becomes a god, physically and spiritually.
  The conversation was interrupted as a tower appeared ahead. Two guys with a machine gun were sitting on it, smoking.
  - Bad habit! - The girls fired, taking out the bandits.
  The Jaguar's armored front smashed through the fence, and the beauties burst into the courtyard. Two dozen bandits were drinking and eating shashlik. The machine gun roared, spitting out lead. In the skilled hands of a PKU, a terrifying weapon, it turned bodies into corpses in two seconds, sending up fountains of blood. Then bullets slammed into the veranda, piercing the wooden walls. Glass shattered, splinters flew from the logs. Everything was crushed, boards crumpled, bloody shavings rained down. Rarely has a battle resembled such a massacre. But who can resist when six thousand bullets are fired in a minute? About a hundred in a second, 14.7-caliber explosives, five hundred in five. Five seconds were enough to kill twenty-five bandits feasting in the courtyard (thankfully the weather was dry), and another fifteen on the veranda. Fay Rodis didn"t even have time to read the Our Father before it was all over.
  - The fight was brief. - Although there are still two crawling around in the building itself.
  The girls were fired back, and quite accurately; three bullets hit Natasha Olimpiyskaya in the bulletproof vest, but a shot from an under-barrel grenade launcher put an end to the shelling.
  - Oh, I was distracted, I was distracted by thoughts about the deep discrepancy, you are fighting and praying at the same time.
  "Every sin must be atoned for!" Fay Rodis declared.
  Ryzhukha noted rationally:
  There are saints who patronize soldiers. For example, St. George the Victorious, Archangel Michael, and many others!
  The guest from the future agreed:
  - True! But it's still disgusting. Now let's check the house.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - And we still haven't pacified one more friend.
  A zombie bandit leaped at scout Natasha Olimpiyskaya, but was kicked in the Adam's apple. He flew off, and the girls fired Kalashnikovs at him . However, the zombie didn't stop immediately. He roared and growled for a while, but the PKU rounds didn't completely disintegrate.
  "You're a complete mess . What a tenacious creature." Fay Rodis was surprised. "It's obvious you're the devil's spawn."
  The redhead noticed:
  "I heard you can turn any living person into a zombie. What we're seeing is another kiss from the Zone."
  The blonde nodded with a smile:
  "You know, there's nothing heroic about what we did. We mowed down the enemy with a machine gun, but we didn't make anyone better."
  CHAPTER No 5.
  Natasha squealed aggressively:
  "You're an idealist, Fay Rodis. You want to fix the whole world, without even knowing in what direction."
  The guest from the future noted:
  - I think that first of all, we must respect the interests of the Motherland.
  The redhead noted quite rationally:
  "By killing fifty bandits, we've already done the country a great service. The prisons are already overcrowded, and death is probably more humane."
  The blonde did not agree with this:
  "It's hard to say. A living person can always repent, especially one sentenced to life imprisonment. After all, in a special prison, there are far fewer temptations and incentives to sin."
  Natasha hastened to change the subject of conversation:
  - Let's search the premises, maybe we'll get lucky with some hostages, and at the same time we'll look at the trophies.
  The gladiator girls went through the pockets of the dead bandits. They managed to extract a considerable amount of cash, dollars, and euros. They also found several artifacts, including a valuable "Turquoise" stone, which can enhance the strength of metal. However, this didn't help their owner, a rather large man, judging by the large number of bills he was carrying. A bullet had ruptured his exposed stomach and crushed his chest. Carefully wary of mines and tripwires, the girls inspected the house. As it turned out, their fears were not unfounded. They had to defuse three mines and two grenades. However, apparently fearing that their own people might blow themselves up in a drunken stupor, they marked the mined doors with crosses.
  "What a stupid trap they set up!" Fay Rodis was surprised. "Do they really always fight like this?"
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya barked:
  "I think these mines are more dangerous for the bandits themselves. Look, there were explosions here too, everything is mangled."
  The walls are indeed pockmarked with shrapnel, and splattered blood is visible. It's clear they haven't cleaned here very often.
  " Those slobs , those thugs, look at all the cans and bottles piled up, they need to be cleaned up." Natasha Olimpiyskaya kicked the glass.
  Fay Rodis muttered:
  - These are their moral principles. We'll look for a hiding place, a cache, and a dungeon .
  The girls searched the house, scanning the floorboards, and then descended into the basement. As expected, the first cache of artifacts, money, and stolen valuables was found in a special recess under a marble slab. There was also a whole collection of gold teeth, earrings likely torn off along with their ears, rings, and other jewelry. There were also stones, including some whose names the girls didn't know, and whose properties they held.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya rubbed one of them, it caught fire and began to burn her hands.
  - Wow, it must be "Bill." They say he can damage any computer from quite a distance. He also disables video cameras.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - A valuable artifact?
  Ryzhukha confirmed:
  "It's far more valuable, but it loses its power within two to three weeks outside the zone. Moreover, its effectiveness immediately drops as soon as you leave this infested area."
  Fay Rodis winked:
  - Where's the "Armor" stone? They say it repels bullets.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya burst out laughing:
  "Yes, it's a well-known artifact. It bends the trajectories of not only bullets but also grenade fragments. It's especially effective when combined with several stones. It's often described in memoirs, and outside the Zone, it lasts for two to three months."
  The blonde became worried:
  - I can't see it on the leader!
  The redhead narrowed her eyes:
  "They must have sold everything. This stone is valuable to a mercenary; they were probably tempted by the price."
  The guest from the future giggled:
  - Or they couldn't find the right farter sucker! There are a lot of "Kuleshes," so it's obviously not that easy to sell this stone.
  Natasha whined:
  - I hear someone muttering in the basement, there are prisoners here after all.
  Fay Rodis confirmed:
  - Yes, me too, it looks like Arabic speech.
  Natasha readily agreed:
  "Remember what we were taught, especially in the movement department. Arabs are known for their abrupt gestures, and men are generally expected to be rougher."
  A guest from the future noted:
  "I know how to imitate the Arabs. In the future, there could be wars between Russia and the Islamic world."
  "Especially if they drive the Americans out of the Persian Gulf and Afghanistan. We've harnessed the Yankees to our cause, forcing them to protect our borders." Natasha Olimpiyskaya laughed.
  "But the Black Sultan seems to have a grudge against Russia specifically. Especially since the US is far from the Islamic world, and ours is close. The expansion will primarily take place through Russian territory." Fay Rodis nodded. "That's worrisome."
  "While those idiotic Americans are fighting the Arabs, we'll have time to create such a powerful and technologically advanced army that a war with the southern hordes won't be a problem. The main thing is to win a few years," Natasha Olimpiyskaya finished in a whisper.
  The girls headed toward the " dungeon ." The corridor led to the side, where an armored door was located behind the brickwork. Like a submarine's, it was securely mounted and locked with a code.
  - Well, let's try! - Fay Rhodes said.
  Using a miniature stethoscope, the girls listened to the safe. A slight difference in the sounds allowed them to decipher the code and open the thick door.
  The blonde muttered:
  - What if the leader forgets?
  "He has it written down!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya pulled out a piece of paper.
  The guest from the future yelped:
  - Why did you keep silent?
  The red-haired girl squeaked:
  "I wanted to test your burglar skills." The girls spoke Arabic just in case. They even knew a specific eastern language.
  jargon.
  Fay Rodis wanted to say something when she suddenly felt a strong blow on her bare heels and woke up.
  A net was thrown over her, and soldiers in camouflage were beating her with batons. There were at least a dozen of them. The room smelled of choking gas. It was so strong, it cut her throat, and the soldiers were wearing gas masks.
  Fay Rodis realized: "They've found her." However, there was probably a recording of her disabling the riot police, which was then shown to almost everyone in the world. And they decided to detain her.
  Fai Rodis was caught like a girl. And the gas stung her eyes. She was detained again. At that moment, she was shocked with a taser. Fai Rodis flinched, and two riot police officers collided. Then three more...
  Fay Rodis held her breath and tried to free herself from the net. The special forces soldiers were losing their bearings and their sense of direction. Fay Rodis extricated herself expertly.
  But at that moment, a powerful bolt of electricity pierced her, so colossal in its intensity that she blacked out again. And plunged into the continuation of her dream.
   It was musty and damp inside, though a strong lamp burned. The room was spacious, apparently some kind of warehouse, though the ventilation was broken. There was, admittedly, only one prisoner, though why would there be more? He was a boy with an oriental face, but fairer skin than that of an Arab. Dressed in a tattered robe and barefoot, he shivered from the cold and fidgeted. The chain around his neck jingled with every movement. He was clearly a child, no more than fourteen by appearances, and had lost much weight and was exhausted by imprisonment.
  - Allah Akbar! - the bearded girls greeted him.
  - Allah Akbar! Faithful! - answered the boy. - What country are you from?
  The girls answered in chorus in rough male voices:
  - Saudi Arabia bacha !
  The boy squeaked:
  - And the Saudis ! It was my father who sent you to free you from captivity.
  Fay Rodis blurted out:
  - And who is your father?
  The captive boy screamed, stamping his bare heels:
  - You do not know the despicable Emir Suleiman ibn Omar.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya answered with a smile:
  - I know him! He's worth four billion dollars. His first wife, Ellen , is English and a blonde model.
  The boy squeaked, stamping his bare foot:
  - This is my mother!
  The redhead nodded contentedly:
  - I see that's why you look like a European.
  The boy frowned and said:
  - I know English, French, Spanish, Chinese and Russian! - These are the countries we will have to fight first.
  "We know many languages too!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya blurted out without thinking.
  The young captive became wary:
  - And why do you, simple soldiers, need this?
  Fay Rodis answered for her:
  "We're not just warriors, but the elite of the Islamic special forces. Israel can't always defeat us. To defeat an infidel, we need the wisdom and knowledge of a true believer!"
  The boy liked the answer:
  - That's right! There are only two of you!?
  The blonde nodded:
  - Yes! And no more is needed!
  The young warrior roared:
  "Free me! I came from the Emirates specifically to fight Russia on the side of the legendary Black Sultan."
  "Why not with the USA?" Fay Rodis asked.
  The boy logically noted:
  The United States of America is rotting and decaying. Democratic government is destroying them. In twenty or thirty years, there will no longer be a great America. Russia, on the other hand, is a viable country. It grows stronger every year, while Orthodoxy is waging a dangerous expansion into the Islamic world. It's better to break the back of a young wolf; the old one will die anyway.
  "The US is weakening right before our eyes!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed. "And terrorist attacks against America are only pushing fragmented Western society toward consolidation. Europe, in particular, is already half ours. In twenty or thirty years, it will become Orthodox. We'll gain a majority in their parliaments and introduce Islamic law. And terrorism could slow the settlement of these lands."
  The boy, pouting, continued:
  - Exactly! I'm only twelve years old, and in thirty, I'll be a vigorous sheikh, overseeing the worldwide triumph of Islam. But there's a threat: Orthodoxy! It seems like the priests are stronger than the Catholics, but such is its power that many nations are under the influence of the eight-pointed cross. But in reality, it's a mixture of Judaism and paganism.
  Fay Rodis wanted to object, but she couldn't show her emotions. Besides, she was generally a proponent of the peaceful coexistence of all religions. After all, Islam and the Quran preach goodness. As Muhammad said: if you forgive your enemy and humble yourself, you will be exalted by Allah!
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya said decisively:
  - I will preach with a machine gun and bless with a strong treat from a grenade launcher!
  Fay Rodis confirmed:
  - Me too! And anyway, we got to talking: we need to free the young fighter.
  The girl ripped the chain with one blow of the dagger, took the collar in her hands and pressed, and the shackles came apart.
  - So simple! - the boy was surprised. - You have excellent skills.
    
  The blonde said confidently:
  "For a man, there is nothing more important than the art of war-it is synonymous with a worthy existence! The death of a tiger is better than the life of a dog!"
  The boy rubbed his ankle, scratched by the chain, and his bare soles, numb from the cold, and said with an important air:
  - That's reasonable! But I haven't introduced myself to you yet, Prince Khattab ibn Suleiman.
  The red-haired warrior was surprised:
  - Your name is Khattab!
  "In honor of the hero of the Caucasian jihad. And as the emir's son, I'm a prince." The boy glanced at his dusty, scratched childish feet and became embarrassed. "And my uniform should be around here somewhere, I look like a beggar. And anyway, it's really cold."
  The prince scratched the floor again with his blue bare foot.
  Fay Rodis smiled. On the one hand, the boy was an enemy of her homeland, but on the other, his features, softened by European blood, were pleasant. Even his hair was reddish. Fay Rodis wondered if she could kill the child if Russia's interests demanded it. In Chechnya, a boy of ten was quite capable of planting a mine and blowing himself up along with Russian soldiers. They emerged from the " dungeon ." They walked around the room, peered into the closets.
  "Are the clothes expensive?" Natasha Orlova asked.
  The boy said proudly:
  - Together with the stones it's worth a million!
  The redhead asked ingratiatingly:
  - When were you captured?
  - About five days ago!
  "That means they haven't managed to implement it yet! We need to look in the hiding place," Natasha Olimpiyskaya remarked.
  - Or in the " skhon "! - Fay Rodis confirmed. - Yes, their cache is most likely somewhere on the hill.
  "We'll find it! They won't hide weapons too far from the lair. Besides , look!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya pulled out a crumpled map. "This was in the leader's pockets, he probably marked it so he wouldn't forget."
  There was a lot of writing on the map, it was covered with oil stains, pieces of fat, and spilled cognac.
  The redhead was indignant:
  - What a pig of a leader! It's a shame we didn't capture him alive.
  Khattab picked up the dropped dagger and threw it at the wall. It stuck straight in, point first.
  "Can you do that?" he asked Fay Rhodes.
  "A dagger isn't always handy! A bottle shard is much more practical!" The gladiator girl deftly twisted the piece of glass and drove it deep into the board.
  The boy frowned:
  - Can you be more precise?
  The blonde chuckled:
  - Please! Where to go?
  The boy prince pointed his finger:
  - Here's a fly!
  "It's a difficult task, but I'll try." The blonde estimated the distance, then tried to feel herself part of the shard. Imagining it was her finger, she had to poke it right into the ear! The glass flew silently, crashing into the very center of the insect.
  "Amazing! Even Saul couldn't do that," the boy declared.
  Fay Rodis smiled:
  - Is this your father's chief of bodyguards?
  - Yes! That's him! You're quite smart! - The prince then noticed logically. - And why didn't you shave your beards and adopt a European appearance? You can tell they're mujahideen right away.
  The blonde girl found something to answer:
  - Exactly! The arrival of respectable Europeans would be too noticeable, and there have been a lot of faithful arriving lately. So we'll show up without raising suspicion.
  - Probably! As the Russians say: the best way to disguise Santa Claus is to glue his beard on the back. - The boy giggled.
  "I found a cache, it's just a kilometer from here!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared.
  The three of them emerged from the wrecked building. A couple of rocky hills lay in their path. On the one hand, this was a good thing-anomalies were less common on them-but on the other, the Jaguar couldn't get past them.
  The redhead noticed:
  "The bandits aren't exactly bright, though. It'll be hard for them to get weapons."
  The prince growled:
  - Let's go faster!
  Two warrior girls and a boy set off at a run across the hills. The prince was still wearing only his uniform and barefoot, disdaining to put on his trophy boots. He wanted to warm up and stretch his legs after the pit. It was surprising he hadn't caught a cold. Of course, you could freeze in the prison camp, but colds and viruses didn't stick. In fact, the flu, for example, would pass almost immediately. There were even plans to build sanatoriums. So radiation, while crippling, was healing!
  They ran along the steep slopes, the girls making little effort to keep up with the prince. His Highness scraped his bare feet on the rocks a couple of times, even drawing blood, but he didn't show it. As they approached the " skhon ," two snakes suddenly emerged from under the cobblestones. They leaped at the boy, narrowly missing his bare heel.
  The girls threw their daggers, detaching their heads. The snakes weren't particularly large, roughly viper-sized, with yellow spots, but they were very dangerous. Their venom turned their bodies into jelly, making them easy to scoop up with spoons.
  "Watch your step?" said Natasha Olimpiyskaya. "They're capable of knocking down an elephant!"
  The boy hooted:
  - These?
  The redhead barked:
  - A transformed viper! It turns a person into a corpse, and causes pain, too.
  The prince said with pathos:
  - For a mujahideen, pain is a useful test!
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya, as always, retorted logically:
  - Death in war is justified only when the enemy buys it at an excessive price, and giving gifts to the enemy is tantamount to treason.
  The door at the entrance to the cache is well camouflaged, seemingly a simple stone.
  "We need to disarm the tripwire," Fay Rhodes said.
  "We can see it now, we'll cut it open," Natasha Olimpiyskaya replied.
  The gladiator girls worked efficiently, cutting the wire. After a brief fuss, the door gave way, and the scouts slipped inside.
  The cache turned out to be quite extensive: RPG-9s, RPG-29s, capable of penetrating tank armor, "flies," some small arms, and even the aforementioned " Abakans ." There were even a couple of "Strela" rocket launchers, albeit homemade ones. Overall, the arsenal was decent and there was plenty of ammunition.
  There are quite a large number of FU-12 grenades.
  - Mm-yes ! - Looks like this gang has connections high up, - Fay Rodis suggested.
  "Many have!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya replied.
  The boy squeaked:
  - So what are we going to do now? We can't take that many!
  "Let's close the cache and leave it where it is for now. We're not in any urgent need!" Zaya said, dancing along to Fay Rodis.
  "And that's true! We will soon win, and these weapons will be ours," Prince Khattab confirmed.
  The blonde suggested:
  - Let's look through the boxes, maybe we'll find something valuable.
  A more detailed inspection revealed a box containing stolen goods, junk, and various items.
  Among them were the prince's clothes, including boots with platinum heels. Donning the robes, Khattab acquired a royal appearance!
  The boy became important, and not a barefooted semblance Gavroche :
  - Now I'll ride in like a king! You'll be accompanying me like a guard.
  Fay Rodis was surprised:
  - Didn't you have security?
  The boy replied with a sigh:
  - There was! But she was poisoned! Or maybe they tranquilized her and then cut off her head. You can't get anything from them, but they wanted to fleece me for a hundred million dollars.
  The blonde giggled:
  - Cool! As the Russians say: a big spoon makes a big mouth!
  The prince noted with some annoyance:
  "It's not that much, especially considering the dollar is falling and oil prices are rising. Or maybe you don't value me enough."
  The redhead honestly noted:
  - It all depends on the contribution to the cause of jihad.
  The boy took on the role of manager:
  - So, in short, we'll drive to the nearest town, and there they'll tell us where to look for the Black Sultan.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - As if they know!
  The boy prince radiated confidence:
  - The Sultan has his own scouts. They will meet us.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya thought about it: even terrorists need tough guys. And, in general, it's quite Hollywood-esque to commit a crime and infiltrate a gang. Faye Rodis also agreed. The words of the FSB director came to mind.
  "It doesn't matter how many people you kill, even if some of them are our agents. The main thing is to get to this degenerate."
  - So our wishes coincide! Let's protect the prince.
  The boy boasted:
  "When we take the infidels' capital, we'll organize the Moscow Caliphate. I'll make you my sheikhs and give you a province for private ownership."
  The red-haired warrior chuckled:
  - With oil!
  The prince confidently confirmed:
  "If you fight well, then yes! There's actually more oil in Siberia than in the Persian Gulf. The Russians are increasing production and driving down prices. That's one of the reasons why bin Laden was wrong. If America is left without oil, it will rebel and split. It's true that Siberia gets very cold in the winter; I can't imagine how the Russians cope. I was subjected to freezing torture."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed:
  - It's not that bad, but the climate on Earth is warming in Siberia and it will be easy for us to develop it.
  - Well, that's wonderful! Now let's run through it.
  The prince walked lightly, and the girls carried a heavy load. Having secured the cache, they rushed after the "royal" personage.
  "Everything's going too smoothly!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya remarked. "We dealt with the gang so effortlessly. And then the prince arrived, just like in a fairy tale."
  The blonde answered confidently:
  - Help from higher powers!
  However, an unpleasant surprise awaited the girls at the car. Lured by the fresh corpses, five bloodsuckers slunk in. They resembled characters from horror movies, with writhing, jointed jaws, hexagonal noses, and three blazing eyes. According to scientific hypothesis, rat genes combined with insect chromosomes, resulting in such abominations. However, no one knows for sure; what is certain is that bloodsuckers have phenomenal resilience. The lack of a brain, as we normally understand it, makes them extremely vulnerable. The worst part is that the method for their destruction hasn't been scientifically proven, so the scouts will have to fight blind.
  The prince grabbed a Bars pistol he'd grabbed from the warehouse-a less recoiling evolution of the Colt .45-and fired a shot at the bloodsucker's eye. He missed by a hair, but it was clear he had shooting skill. The creature lunged at the prince, who opened fire, the bullets piercing the body and slightly slowing it down. Holes appeared in the chitinous shell, and poisonous green blood spurted. The girls also opened fire, using their familiar Kalashnikovs .
  The mutant ghouls, receiving their leaden salvos, showed no sign of stopping. Then the scouts used their elongated daggers, with laser-tipped blades capable of cutting through tank armor. They managed to dismember several of the thugs and sever their limbs. However, even after being severed, the bloodsuckers' tentacles continued to squirm.
  "Spawn of Satan!" Fay Rodis shouted.
  "Turn them into shavings!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya suggested.
  The girls, shielding the prince, went forward. Of course, they didn't like the aggressive boy, but for now, it was their only hope of reaching the undercover sultan. Especially since the zone was large and tended to expand.
  The boy drew his saber. It might not be as effective as a dagger honed to the molecular level, but it was still the famous Damascus steel.
  He was quite a skilled swordsman, clearly trained by the best teachers, but still, a grown professional swordsman took him down. However, most soldiers, even special forces, are not trained in swordsmanship.
  The red-haired warrior admired:
  - You're a good guy! Not a sissy! Is everyone in your family like that?
  The boy answered honestly, wrinkling his forehead:
  - Not all! The older brother has become a computer mouse and is addicted to the infidel's games.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya responded rationally:
  "Well, you have to know your enemies' weapons. A reconnoitered enemy is almost defeated; you just have to keep your chances in check!"
  The girls hacked at the ghouls. They were agile, but the scouts were even more agile. They knocked the breath out of the overly frisky bloodsucker with kicks. Finally, when the body was reduced to rubble, even the ghoul quieted down. True, the worms began to slither about.
  The evil prince was bitten, though, and his hand immediately swelled up.
  "Wow! This is dangerous!" Leaving Natasha Olimpiyskaya to finish off the last ghoul, Fay Rodis quickly sucked out the poisoned blood, spitting it out. She injected him with a universal antidote. The boy was convulsed, but he quickly recovered.
  "The poison didn't have time to penetrate deep, you'll survive!" Fay Rodis said, smiling with large, pearly teeth. The boy suddenly felt suspicious - her teeth were so white.
  - Are you cleaning well?
  The blonde, without any embarrassment, answered:
  - Of course! It's not for nothing that all horses and slaves were checked by their teeth.
  The boy agreed:
  - That's right! I don't like it when there's rot in my mouth.
  The bloodsuckers fell silent, they only managed to scratch the clothes.
  "Now let"s go to the Orlan base," suggested Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  The prince winked at the girls:
  - Where the farters hang out!? Actually, we can find the right person there who will show us the way to the Sultan.
  "Better on foot!" Fay Rodis said. "The Jaguar will attract too much attention."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed:
  "The last thing I need is a shootout with the locals. It's a cool car, they could pay for it! And they could steal it, too, and giving gifts like that is stupid!"
  - Then mine it! - suggested the prince.
  Ryzhukha objected:
  - If we blow it up, it won't compensate us for our losses.
  The boy roared angrily:
  "But there will be corpses of infidels. The corpse of an enemy is expensive, but a living one is still worth more!"
  The blonde noticed:
  - Secrecy is the quality of a winner!
  "It's not worthy of a prince to walk! And anyway, there's a concept of pride. True mujahideen wouldn't hide such a valuable trophy, captured from the infidels," the prince declared.
  Fay Rodis wanted to object, but Natasha Olimpiyskaya interrupted:
  - True! It's a long way, and we need to save time. Especially since we have so much loot now, we can't just steal it.
  The blonde nodded:
  - Let's go, if there are no objections!
  - Let's pray first! - suggested the prince.
  Although prayer isn't the most important thing for Allah's warriors, the girls agreed. Fay Rodis herself thought, "What a sin I'm committing!" "For the sake of the Motherland, I have to sacrifice my peace of mind." Natasha Olimpiyskaya, a true atheist, was calm. In general, any faith seemed completely illogical to her. But the theory of evolution was too often confirmed by reality. However, Khattab wasn't particularly zealous; he apparently believed that faith wouldn't protect the weak.
  They sat down and began to leisurely accelerate. The prince chose a more comfortable spot, although the chairs were slightly damp.
  The boy suggested:
  - It looks like you fought in Chechnya.
  The redhead perked up:
  - Why did you decide so?
  The prince stated confidently:
  "We've adopted a lot from the Russians. Chechens are generally almost atheists; their communist upbringing has an effect."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya pouted:
  "But they fought better than the Egyptians and Iraqis. In general, surrendering to captivity, especially to an infidel, is a great disgrace."
  The boy answered sincerely:
  "I agree, but I've been captured too. And to tell you the truth, I really didn't want to die. Maybe heaven isn't all that sweet! When the angel of death takes me, I'll be a full-grown adult, and youth is a special time."
  - Have you had a woman? - asked Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  The prince nodded and blushed slightly:
  - Of course! But talking about this with mere mortals is beneath my dignity.
  Fay Rodis answered sincerely:
  "My friend and I believe that love outside of marriage is sinful! Therefore, we will not be tempted by the charms of unfaithful wives."
  "I respect principles." The prince fell silent.
  The road was bearable at first, but then swirls of anomalies became visible.
  "There are spatial holes here!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared.
  The boy squeaked:
  - We can't go back!
  "No way!" Fay Rodis gripped the steering wheel tighter, deftly avoiding the anomalies.
  CHAPTER No 6.
  The whirlwinds grew larger and taller. One of them charged straight at the Jaguar. The girl barely managed to escape. Then a second one attacked her. The worst part was that the tornado-anomalies moved along a difficult-to-predict trajectory. Fay Rodis felt a far greater tension than when she was simply chopping down bloodsuckers or pseudo-dogs . Here she was dealing with the elements. Reflexively, the girl began to whisper, "Our Father," but immediately stopped herself. All her camouflage could go to hell! So she fell silent, even thinking, "Don't you dare cross yourself."
  The Jaguar was lightly grazed by the anomalous vortex. The doors were blown off, the paintwork was warped, and the tip of the machine gun instantly shattered into large droplets. It hit the prince in the face, causing a blister to appear almost immediately.
  - Be careful! - he shouted.
  "Let me do it!" said Natasha Orlovskaya. "I'm less preoccupied with extraneous thoughts, so for now, sit by the machine gun."
  Fay Rodim agreed, especially since a new scourge had appeared: large birds with transparent wings and piranha-like jaws. They had the peculiarity of spitting with their hard, six-rowed teeth. Moreover, they could pierce at a distance of up to a hundred meters. The prince, however, wore a Kevlar cloak , covering his rather overly luxurious attire. As for his boots, the platinum studs weren't much different from steel, especially since they used an alloy. He also had diamond spurs, though; he was a risky fellow.
  Fay Rodim, to save bullets, fired single shots; that caliber was more than enough for that. The main thing is to keep the creatures from getting too close. A bird's large size is generally counterproductive; it's easier to hit, but less maneuverable. Still, it's not so easy to knock out such a creature. A headshot is best. But in a shaking car, swerving from side to side. And firing a machine gun is no easy feat, even for such tough girls. A couple of body shots didn't stop them, though the speed of the defeated creatures slowed. Ribs shattered. But Fay Rodim missed three of her five shots to the head. Closer approaches. A whistle is heard, and teeth fly. So far, however, not exactly! Fay Rodim tries to feel the machine gun again, even closing her eyes.
  "A mutant against nature and God!" the blonde girl says to herself.
  Then he starts firing rapidly, without aiming. The bullets hit much more often. The shattered creatures fall to the ground. True, a couple of the wheels were still punctured. Moreover, the bullets hit the prince's cloak. He wanted to grab the arrow tooth, but Fay Rodis shouted:
  - Only with gloves! Even the edges are poisonous.
  - Okay! - The prince answered in American.
  The surviving birds with an admixture of fish fell away; those who do not learn do not survive.
  At first glance, the anomalies seemed to have ended, and we could drive a little faster. But suddenly, a wall appeared in the way. It was special, the air shimmered slightly, like bubbles, and even sparkled slightly.
  "It looks like a barrier!" Fay Rodis noted.
  "The Bubble Anomaly." It's usually round. They say it's a good anomaly; lots of artifacts appear after it," said Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  The blonde frowned:
  - But you can"t drive through it?
  The redhead confidently confirmed:
  - No! Unless you have a couple of Laser Stones. They protect against most anomalies.
  - A valuable thing! - Fay Rodis sighed. - Now let's take a detour.
  Along the way, we had to make a significant detour through the swamps. We also changed the tires while we were at it.
  The Jaguar isn't exactly an all-terrain vehicle, but it handles rough terrain better than a Mercedes. Nevertheless, the car soon got stuck and had to be pulled out. That wasn't the worst of it, but thanks to genetics, a monster emerged from the mud. Septipus-Maria barely managed to sever its head, and Natasha Olimpiyskaya riddled the other with a Kalashnikov.
  "That's disgusting!" she remarked. "And also a mixture with rat."
  - Looks like it! Rats have a unique genotype. Maybe even some of their genes will be transplanted into humans.
  Fay Rodis, having a false memory, thought that something from similar creatures had not been implanted in them.
  Having built a causeway, they somehow made it across, though they were pretty wet. The prince didn't even get out of the car, maintaining his arrogant dignity. They had to drag the Jaguar out by hand, and finally they were able to move.
  Just as we reached the path and began to make our way toward the road, the plague struck again : rat-bags appeared . These creatures were quite large, a couple even the size of bulls. However, as luck would have it, their meat was poisonous, full of radioactive contamination. But their fangs, like those of a mammoth, were valuable.
  "Those who live here should be given the Caliph's ribbon," Prince Khattab remarked.
  "Absolutely! Or a gold cross!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya squinted mischievously.
  - It will be yours! - The boy shook his finger.
  Three of them fired, trying to hit one of the three eyes. The girls succeeded, but the prince didn't. Targeting other places isn't as effective. A boar's frontal bone is about five centimeters thick, and not every Kalashnikov can take it out. The AN-94 or Abakan, however, is more suitable. Two bullets in the same spot cracked the bone. One of the boars even managed to hit the Jaguar's headlight. Until Fay Rodis put it down. Having lost their leaders, the other creatures fled. They have a strong herd instinct.
  "Look how big they've gotten! And they've spilled their stinking blood!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared. "I can't even believe radiation can cause something like this."
  "It's the work of Ibis," the prince declared. "However, when the whole world becomes true believers, the devil's zone will disappear."
  "And we won't be able to obtain unique artifacts-that's a shame!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya replied. "Life without challenges is like soup without seasoning: too much-it's bitter; none-it's too much to swallow!"
  "A man should kill and save someone at least once in his life! And while the first is a matter of luck, the second is a sure test of courage," added Fay Rodis.
  A jellyfish flashed through the branches; Natasha Olimpiyskaya shot it down with a pistol. Hitting the target from a hundred and twenty meters away, especially with a pistol, is a sign of high skill.
  It was getting dark, and the girls were already overwhelmed with excitement. But driving around the prison zone isn't exactly the most pleasant experience! As always, the fake dogs appeared . They were shot with pistols without much recklessness. The prince noticed that the girls were shooting from a long distance and didn't miss.
  - You have magic hands!
  The red-haired warrior muttered:
  - Many people say so!
  The boy lowered his voice and asked:
  - Have you heard the legend about the stone that makes any wish come true?
  "It's in the computer game! At the very end, when you've completed all the levels! Then you can type in a wish, and the computer will announce it's been granted," Natasha Olimpiyskaya said with a chuckle.
  The prince chuckled:
  - I played that shooter ! Although I prefer military-economic strategies. The ones where you conquer the whole world.
  The redhead logically noted:
  - That's not bad! But don't you think the infidels are using games against us?
  "A computer is better than an atomic bomb; it's the surest way to conquer nations and force them to work for the winner! Besides, I'm not afraid of temptations. Any faith is worth something if it can defend itself!" the prince finished his thought.
  The blonde admired:
  - You're not as smart as the weather! Not every old man thinks like that!
  The boy giggled:
  "In youth, the blood flows faster and the head boils hotter! But overall, it seems to me that you are much younger than you look, and your beards look like they're glued on."
  The prince couldn't resist tugging at Natasha Olimpiyskaya's beard. She nearly screamed, but realized in time that the FSB's disguise wouldn't be exposed so easily. Khattab tugged, but seemed pleased.
  - No, they are real, but how fast!
  The redhead responded aggressively:
  - A slow donkey is worse than a pig, it also stinks, but doesn"t give meat!
  The prince leaned over and whispered:
  - I'll be honest, I've tried pork! It's not that bad! But generally, I think you should eat what you like! It's just that in ancient times, pigs carried a lot of diseases, that's why they weren't eaten!
  - And you're a liberal! - Fay Rodis shook her finger. - You're not afraid of the curse.
  The boy showed his broad views:
  "I'm against superstition, but the infidels take advantage of it. For example, they wrap the bodies of dead shahids in pigskins, or set dogs on prisoners like they do in Israel. Besides, if you can transplant a pig valve onto the most precious thing a person has-the heart-then why not eat it?"
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya smiled:
  - So even namaz can be questioned!
  The prince nodded:
  "That's right, that's why it was abolished during the war. And anyway, the most important thing is to keep Allah alive in your heart, and that's crucial when you're surrounded by pagans on all sides."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya was getting tired of religious conversations, so she decided to change the subject:
  - The village is already close. There will be a checkpoint soon .
  - So what! We'll fight if they don't let us in! - the prince exclaimed.
  The girl noticed:
  - In this case, that's unnecessary! Better to pay him off!
  The boy roared:
  - Paying infidels! Who do you take me for?
  The redhead logically noted:
  "If we shoot up the checkpoint , we'll become enemies of the large Vympel group. We don't need that right now!"
  - Vympel? - Reminds me of the name of Russian special forces! - The boy frowned.
  The red-haired warrior confirmed:
  "It's a mixed group, there are Russians, Ukrainians, and Caucasians. We can hang out there just fine . Overall, the guys are pretty decent; they even run some semblance of an entertainment industry."
  The prince perked up a little:
  - That's good! I'm completely frozen from sitting in the bunker. I could use a whiskey, but I don't have any Russian vodka!
  The fire-breathing harpy grimaced:
  - Isn't it a sin!?
  The boy answered sincerely:
  "Saddam Hussein was a great warrior of Islam, but he disdained cigars and whiskey. And I don't like bigots anyway. If you want to be with me, be normal, real people."
  "When you drink, your reaction time and aim are impaired," Fay Rodis noted. "Not to mention the strain on your liver, heart, and circulatory system."
  The boy began to get angry:
  "Why should you think about that? You're risking your life, and yet you want to cling to this mortal coil."
  The blonde growled:
  - Not as you think!
  A round ball flew past, narrowly missing my face. Another portable anomaly. And it was as hot as a stove. It went off to the side and exploded, releasing a semblance of a flowering bush.
  The red-haired warrior whispered:
  - Another threat, but it seems we are not destined to die.
  They slowed slightly, a searchlight blazing ahead. The checkpoint looked like an army post, concrete and recently cleaned. Above them were two fairly powerful machine guns in an armored compartment. There were about fifteen soldiers, all sturdy and wearing body armor. The tallest one even had an underbarrel grenade launcher, and the soldier standing in ambush had an RPG. It was immediately obvious they were a solid group, some of whom probably had experience in hot spots. Three approached them, and the rest took aim. Natasha Olimpiyskaya regretted that she had simply driven up in the car. If they had wanted, they could have killed them by coming from behind through the hills. But now they were in serious trouble. The boy took the initiative:
  "I am Prince Khattab ibn Suleiman. These are my guards. I want to find a place suitable for my rank and a place to stay for the night."
  A roar in response:
  - From which country?
  - United Arab Emirates!
  The commander lit a cigarette, and the captain's shoulder straps flashed in the lantern light. He stood almost two meters tall, exuding strength and confidence.
  - You will be charged a customs fee for visiting the city of "Wings".
  The boy was indignant:
  - But I'm a prince!
  The voice became rougher:
  - So you're rich! You'll pay triple! And whose Jaguar do you have? It's pretty beat up.
  "We got into an anomaly with it!" said Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  The voice became more suspicious:
  - So maybe she cut you with shrapnel?
  "Don't we have the right to fight off bandits?" the prince said indignantly.
  A wheezing sound was heard:
  - And from which gang?
  "Sour," Fay Rodis said.
  - How do we know his nickname?
  "From the corpse. Here's his keychain!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya showed.
  The commander looked at the scorpion, and a mixture of respect and fear could be heard in his voice:
  - Wow! You guys are some tough mujahideen. And we thought you were only good at blowing yourselves up.
  The redhead logically noted:
  - And the last thing you need to know how to do!
  "I respect your courage! What's your name?" he asked Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  The redhead roared:
  - Generally, it's not customary for us to reveal our name to the first person we meet, especially the unfaithful. So we'll make do with nicknames.
  In response there was also a roar:
  - Agreed! I'm Kolya the Sledgehammer!
  The red-haired girl answered calmly:
  - And I am "Hawk".
  - And your partner?
  "They call me 'Condor,'" Fay Rodis replied.
  The voice became ingratiating:
  - Condor and Hawk, sounds beautiful.
  The blonde growled:
  - It's not about beauty, but about military valor!
  A cheerful reply followed:
  - Okay, mujahideen! A thousand bucks each and then pass on!
  "On the one hand, it's a small thing! On the other hand, it's a shame, what do you have to pay for!" The prince's eyes flashed.
  The voice became much rougher:
  - Turn back! Besides, there's no mosque in our village. If you want a warm welcome, seek out the Black Sultan.
  "And where is he?" Fay Rodis asked hopefully.
  A rough voice answered:
  If they'd known, they'd have cut my head off long ago. Two hundred million euros, that's not a fortune.
  "Perhaps this isn't even enough for such a man's head," the prince said enthusiastically.
  The commander became insolent:
  "You like him! He's clearly a shahid, and a greedy one at that. A grand from the Basques isn't enough, three from each, or we'll shoot."
  The boy frowned:
  - And you are not afraid of my father!
  The commander became even ruder:
  - In Chechnya, I killed at least a dozen people like him.
  The sensitive Faye Rodis felt an unpleasant lurch in the pit of her stomach. If he fought in Chechnya, he was most likely a Russian officer. And she was incapable of killing a Russian.
  The blonde said in a conciliatory tone:
  - Come on, Khattab, let's pay them. We'll compensate the gang for a lot of losses.
  The prince wanted to answer her, when the alarm sounded!
  - A cloud of rat pigeons is heading towards us.
  Even Natasha Olympiada felt a little uneasy. The mutation of the rat pigeon is one of the most dangerous creations of the Zone. These creatures, in particular, had three mouse-like tails. The tails are like needles, piercing the body and piercing through. And they are also poisonous. They can also simply bite, which is no picnic. And most importantly, their fertility. A rat reproduces quickly on its own, but in conjunction with a pigeon, it's a whirlwind. They are capable of laying a whole cloud of eggs, laying them every month.
  "We need a flamethrower here!" Natasha said to Olympiada.
  The commander muttered:
  - We have it!
  "Then we'll try the machine guns. Although there's something better!" Fay Rodis replied. She pulled out the PAN-109 she'd grabbed from the bandits' warehouse. Its caliber isn't as high as the AKM's 7.62. But it has a rate of fire of fifteen thousand rounds per minute. It's especially good against large masses of infantry, or attacks by savages, wild animals. There's even a saying: "It's PAN or you're done!" The main thing is the automatic belt, it's not heavy and has low recoil. The bearded girl carried it outside. She was skilled, there's no denying that, in shooting all types of weapons. In particular, when she was taken to the mountains, she tested it on bats. Those creatures, true, had feathers, but they were far more dangerous.
  A satisfied answer followed:
  - Well, what a present they will get.
  The cloud was thick and large, but the Jaguar had a fair amount of ammunition.
  Fay Rodis relaxed and silently recited the Orthodox Warrior's Prayer. Then, in her mind's eye, she imagined a flock of nightmarish birds, the size of crows but with tails that could pierce Kevlar.
  Machine guns on the roof fired, automatic weapons chattered. But the rat pigeons, as well as the crows (they were also flying in this flock, only slightly larger, with longer mouths), weren't so easily frightened. Something in their brains had frozen over, depriving them of the sense of fear. These carnivorous animals had a peculiar pathology, a love of human flesh.
  Bullets pierced the flock, knocking out hundreds of ratbirds . But they kept flying, getting closer and closer. It was a good thing their speed, due to their greater weight, was lower than that of ordinary pigeons and crows. Fay Rodis could now feel every movement of the terrifying mutant's wing. Almost every bullet found its victim. This, however, is surprising for such a rapid-fire weapon. When two hundred and fifty bullets are fired in a second, it's impossible to aim even approximately. But Fay Rodis managed the impossible, when eighteen people fight thousands.
  The captain, firing his machine gun, whispered:
  - Get a mutant! Get a mutant!
  The young lieutenant whispered:
  - Save me, George! Preserve my body for repentance.
  Some people simply swore or spat.
  As the avalanche of ratbirds , suffering losses, approached within twenty meters, the flamethrower struck. Clouds of flame scorched their feathers, causing the winged mutants to shriek and fall. Their pace slowed slightly, but after a slight reorganization, the creatures continued their advance. One of the soldiers, already wounded by the needles, fell and writhed. The others retreated slightly. Fay Rodis alone, not retreating, fired accurately-or rather, intuitively, but no less effectively. The machine gun hissed as beads of sweat fell on it. She mentally addressed the Virgin Mary, then Christ. A thought flashed through her mind: here it was, swift retribution for today's murders. Although the Almighty is not always hasty with retribution, he made an exception for them. This meant they would no longer be able to serve their homeland.
  The girl's hands trembled, and images of her childhood flashed before her eyes. Of course, she now had the memories of a girl, a host, by the will of the Demiurge Gods. She didn't know her parents. Never once uttered the words "mom" or "dad." From early infancy, she was trained and drilled. And she grew up quickly, twice as fast as an ordinary person. Humans are so imperfect, after all. How much time does it take-childhood, school, or old age? Even in Soviet times, scientists were working on improving the human genome. Lack of funding hindered it. But now progress is being made. Perhaps she and Fay Rodis will remain young forever, or will the cursed, terrifying old age come upon them too? Scientists are powerless to answer this question. Will they know the joy of motherhood? That's also unknown, but their pregnancy will last no more than four months. They cost their country roughly the equivalent of a battleship or a missile cruiser. No, to perish is a crime against Russia.
  The girl fires and sees the pressure of the rat-raven and the rat-pigeons weakening. Even their swings seem slower. The creatures are running out of steam, and a gap can be seen behind their ranks.
  The most baffling quality of the mutant birds is their lack of fear. It's as if an instinct developed over billions of years of evolution could have died out like that. Nevertheless, their numbers are finite, and the bullets have taken out thousands. The last of the birds are falling, the gunfire fading. And although there's no complete silence, the wounded soldiers groan; two are still alive, and one, blue in the face, is dead.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya takes out a powerful antidote and injects it; her comrades helped pull out the needles. The soldiers' eyes clear, and they stop darting around. Then the prince notices that Fay Rodis has also been pierced, and she stands motionless, even though the rat crows' venom causes terrible pain.
  "You're like damask steel!" said Natasha Olimpiyskaya, and injected her with the antidote.
  She just nodded in response.
  The captain turned to them and saluted:
  - You guys are amazing! I'll tell you straight - well done! Not everyone is capable of such a feat.
  "What did you think!" the prince interrupted him. Then the commander added:
  - It"s good that not all mujahideen are like that, otherwise we would have had to run away from Chechnya.
  "The Chechens have little faith!" declared Natasha Olimpiyskaya. "As 'Hawk,' I fought against them and know this nation well."
  "And I!" Aggressive Fay Rodis came to her senses. "I don't think half a million Chechens can defeat one hundred and fifty million Russians."
  The prince reminded:
  - They succeeded under Yeltsin!
  The blonde answered quite sincerely:
  "Because the president was a complete moron , a drunk, and surrounded himself with scoundrels. I would have hanged him personally."
  The red-haired girl confirmed:
  - Me too! Even Zyuganov is better than this idiot, although I voted for Zhirinovsky! Russia needs a dictatorship; democracy is destroying it!
  The powerful Faye Rodis agreed:
  "Democracy is destroying every country in the world. Let's remember how low America has sunk. From the colossal Statue of Liberty to Barack Obama!"
  The commander softened:
  - Alright! We Slavs and Arabs have much more in common than we think. Payment is out of the question. You're like taking up arms with us now. Go and know that Vympel won't forget us.
  "The sound of machine gun fire and the roar of a shell are the best way to evoke fond memories," said Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  The prince put in a word:
  "When Russia finds a new master in me, I'll make you a colonel. So be careful who you're fighting!"
  Rough answer:
  - I will be with the Motherland, and you will grow up to rule.
  "We're very hungry!" Fay Rodis said. "It's time to go."
  The prince took a sip, his stomach was empty; in the last five days, only water and black bread had been in it, and his stomach ached:
  - Let's go!
  Fay Rodis came to suddenly. She was bound in titanium hoops and lying in a special armored bed. The young woman tried to lift her neck, but it was held in place by a thick hoop. She was firmly chained and naked. She wasn't even wearing panties...
  The bare skin of my back felt like it was covered in blunt spines. They clearly weren't piercing the skin, but they were itchy and unpleasant.
  It was all so vile. Fay Rodis tensed. Her sculpted muscles bulged. But even an elephant couldn't break this titan.
  Immediately, associations with Tarzan of the Apes came to mind. He, too, was sometimes bound so tightly that he couldn't break his bonds. But Tarzan always extricated himself and escaped unharmed, at least not significantly.
  But Tarzan is a literary hero, and she exists in reality. And reality isn't as good as books. In them, good always triumphs over evil, but in real life, it's far from that.
  So, the embodiment of evil, Genghis Khan, remained invincible. True, Hitler actually managed to lose, albeit bloodily. But the world was diverse. Some evil kings succeeded, others failed. But there was no system.
  Although, perhaps, in real life, evil triumphed more often! Until the era of communism arrived.
  Fay Rodis thought she was now in the same situation she'd escaped on the dying planet of tyranny. That is, captured. She probably would have been zapped with a powerful electric shock, lethal to a normal person, and encased in titanium. Then, torture and an attempt to break her awaited.
  Gen Shi probably wanted her to give the order to demolish the Supreme Overlord's palace from the starship, and the first mate would become dictator himself. After which, perhaps, Fai Rodis would be eliminated or released, with orders to leave. The latter was a possibility, in case Gen Shi wanted to avoid the Earthlings' vengeance for the murder of their commander.
  However, Faye Rodis could have withstood the torture without breaking. And then she would have been freed, or she would have used her superpowers. She possessed a very powerful hypnosis, and could influence people without words. And her brain, enhanced by bioengineering, was far more powerful than a human's. And she couldn't compare to a regular hypnotist.
  Faye Rodis's superior psyche gives her a head start in suggestion, even compared to the most powerful hypnotists of the twenty-first century. So she could have escaped any trap. And especially since she shouldn't have died.
  And what about pain? It's even interesting to test one's mental resilience. Stenka Razin couldn't control his body the way she did, but under torture he maintained his dignity, courage, and spirit. And should she, with her muscular frame and strong, perfect nervous system, be afraid of pain? No, she would never commit suicide and she would endure everything!
  Fay Rodis, however, thought that she would first be interrogated without torture. And then the question was: tell the truth or invent a story. The truth might be perceived as the ravings of a madwoman. And even that was hard to believe-it was pure fantasy.
  The second option is to make something up. There's not much choice here either, and it's not so easy to explain. And the third option is simply to remain silent. That's the easiest. Keep silent and endure the torture, and then, when the moment arises, free yourself. Breaking titanium as thick as a very large man's thumb, or a woman's wrist, is beyond the strength of even an elephant. Although Faye Rodis is stronger than even an Olympic weightlifting champion. Still, she's not on a Superman level, and she couldn't lift a battleship with one hand.
  Somehow, the shackles must be removed... This requires either cunning or suggestion. All people are susceptible to hypnosis to varying degrees, but the level of suggestion varies. But the power of the hypnotist has an impact.
  The stronger the impact, the greater the effect.
  Okay, it looks like they're watching her on video cameras and they've already realized that she's come to her senses.
  The armored door opens and it's about to begin.
  CHAPTER No 7.
  A man in a white coat and mask entered. With him were several soldiers in camouflage with machine guns, two young nurses, two older women in police uniforms, and a major general wearing a helmet but with shoulder straps.
  The doctor looked at Fay Rhodes and noted:
  - What a beautiful tigress!
  His voice sounded muffled from under the mask. The general muttered:
  - First name, last name, patronymic!
  Fay Rodis smiled and replied:
  - You know my name, the one I called myself!
  The general muttered harshly:
  - Your real name, citizen!
  Fay Rodis said confidently:
  - If I refuse to answer!
  The Major General replied:
  "Then you'll make your situation worse by refusing to cooperate with the investigation. We already attacked police officers in the line of duty, beat them... And then we used hypnosis and forced them to release the detainees. For all of this, you're facing a ton of charges, potentially a life sentence!"
  Fay Rodis noted:
  "I only helped people being beaten by the police. And for peace... And you yourselves should behave more politely towards the people!"
  The major general growled:
  - Are you a foreigner, a spy?
  Fay Rhodes shook her head.
  - I am not a citizen of this country, but I am not a spy!
  The general growled:
  - What country are you from? Russia, Poland, the Czech Republic, the USA? You speak Russian well. Almost too well to be from Russia!
  Fay Rodis replied with a sigh:
  - May I refrain from answering which country I am from?
  The general's eyes widened:
  - Why is that?
  Fay Rodis answered honestly:
  - You still won"t believe me and will take me for a crazy person!
  The general fell silent... The doctor asked in a muffled voice:
  - Maybe we should take care of it!
  The general objected:
  - Don't rush! You have to know how to torture too!
  And he said in an ingratiating tone:
  - If you're from the US, confess and they'll simply deport you. Otherwise, you'll be stuck here for a very long time!
  Fay Rodis answered honestly:
  - I'm not from the USA! And I'm not from any country on this planet!
  The general narrowed his eyes:
  - What about from another planet? Playing dumb! It won't work!
  The doctor suggested:
  - Inject her with truth serum and she will start singing!
  The general noted gloomily:
  - It's too early...
  And getting up from his chair, he said:
  "Well, the lady who introduced herself as Fay Rodis... You are guilty of numerous crimes against the Republic of Belarus, and the Prosecutor General has chosen pretrial detention as your measure of restraint! You will be held in a special KGB prison until your trial. In the meantime... You must be thoroughly searched! Get to work, ladies!"
  Young women in white coats pulled thin medical gloves out of their pockets and began to pull them onto their hands.
  The general noted:
  "Given your particular level of danger, the search will be extremely thorough. But if you have anything to say... say it before we start a personal search!"
  Fay Rodis replied with a smile:
  - And there won"t be torture?
  The general shrugged:
  A thorough body search is also a kind of torture. It's not exactly pleasant. But you can avoid it if you tell the whole truth. And after the body search... An interrogation may follow, without causing significant harm to your health or leaving obvious marks on your body. For example, electric shock or low-temperature fire. We'll torture you gently, but painfully!
  Fay Rodis chuckled:
  - Go ahead! I won't tell you anything anyway!
  The general noted:
  - Just like Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya! Okay, girls, according to the instructions, the search is the strictest!
  The girls started with her hair. They felt every strand and combed it. They did it professionally, and it was almost painless. Faye Rhodes had never been searched in her life, and she even found it interesting. In an old film about a women's prison, this is how a search usually began: from hair to toe. It wasn't exactly painful, but rather humiliating.
  Fay Rodis had no prejudices, and she was even curious. It was unlikely they'd find anything on her. But for earthly women, of course, this would be moral torture!
  Fay Rodis was searched slowly. Her hair was thick and long. Then they looked into her ears. They spread them apart with a device and peered inside, shining a flashlight. Next came her nostrils. Then two more nurses in white coats appeared, bringing in a special device, like a probe used for checking the stomach, only smaller. The girls, stepping carefully in soft slippers, approached Fay Rodis. And stuck their proboscises into her nostrils. And began to shine a light through them.
  The guest from the future felt a tickling sensation in her nostrils, and the probe descended lower and lower, examining the lungs and all the airways.
  The general remarked:
  "Previously, they'd simply hold their nostrils up to the light and ask them to cough. But one lady smuggled a tiny ampoule of poison into her windpipe and managed to commit suicide. So now we examine especially dangerous spies using the latest technology!"
  Fay Rodis replied:
  - I won"t commit suicide in any case!
  They scanned her, reaching all the way to her lungs... and photographed her. Then they took out the probe. Next came an oral examination. First, Fay felt gloved hands feeling her teeth, behind her cheeks, under her tongue, the roof of her mouth. And they probed everything very meticulously. Fay Rodis felt rubber in her mouth, and it wasn't exactly pleasant. Her teeth were loose and shining.
  The nurse noted:
  - Not a single spot! Not a single filling! Magnificent teeth!
  The general remarked:
  - This girl is a monster!
  But, of course, it wasn't just the teeth. They brought in a larger probe and began examining her stomach. They checked very carefully, shining a light on everything in detail. And they took pictures. It's not very pleasant to have a proboscis inside you. But Fay Rodis had to endure it. She was examined very thoroughly. And the young woman wondered if she should go all the way. Maybe she should try hypnosis now? Especially since the guards are rather slow-witted and used to obeying, and if you tell them that the general gives the order, they'll shoot everyone, even the general himself. And the nurses are suggestible.
  This is no ordinary doctor; he's a master of hypnosis himself. A little stronger, and a KGB general, he's had some training to resist hypnosis.
  But when the riot police shoot him, no force will stop him.
  Fay Rodis calmed down. But she was ashamed of her suicide. How cowardly she had been. Now she had to atone for this criminal stupidity. Go through humiliation and torture. Was she really afraid of torture? No!
  This is how, for example, the Young Guards held out to the end under the most monstrous tortures and did not commit suicide!
  So you must endure the trials to the end and atone for your weakness!
  Moreover, many completely innocent people were forced to swallow probes in the stomach, especially in those times when medicine was primitive.
  After a thorough examination of her stomach, the girls began to knead every inch of her skin with their gloved fingers . They carefully felt her armpits, then her hands and fingers. They literally touched them all the way through. They also x-rayed her fingernails. They photographed her fingertips and took skin patterns from both the backs and backs of her palms.
  Fay Rodis felt her breasts being probed and shone with a powerful light. They kneaded her quite hard. They even pricked her scarlet nipple with a needle. Then they scanned her again. They turned on a special device. And so on down to her navel. And they scanned her navel and pressed hard.
  It even became a little painful...
  The doctor noted:
  - She's got abs! A real powerhouse!
  The general remarked:
  - She fights... I have never seen such a fierce fighter!
  The doctor roared:
  "You can torture her with high-voltage current without fear! She's healthy, she can withstand anything!"
  Fay Rodis growled:
  - You don't work for the Gestapo by any chance?
  The doctor grinned:
  - You'll get the Gestapo! We'll torture you for a long time until we crack you! You'll give up all your accomplices!
  Fay Rhodes shook her head.
  - Even if I had accomplices, I would not give them away!
  The doctor chuckled:
  - And now the most interesting part of the search! Enter the mirror!
  The general objected:
  - Use your hands first! And don't use Vaseline!
  The girls began to examine Venus's womb. They pressed roughly with their fingers and pinched. This time, they were clearly trying to make it more painful. Fay Rodis didn't resist or scream. Although the area was sensitive, the partisans had endured more excruciating torture at the hands of the Nazis. So bear with it, and try to smile.
  They poked around all the way to her uterus, sticking their hands in for about seven minutes. Then they inserted the speculum and the device. This was also done roughly and with increasing pain. The doctor himself examined her and remarked:
  - A very healthy girl! And she doesn't even frown! She has great self-control!
  The general concluded:
  - A professional spy! She won't be easy to break!
  The doctor noted:
  - Electroshock and truth serum, plus a blazing brazier to her bare feet. And she'll crack...
  The general muttered:
  "We need to be careful here. Torturing a US citizen? That would seriously complicate the relationship!"
  The doctor noted:
  - We're already torturing her!
  The general logically noted:
  "That's just an overly thorough search! They're also picking our men and women apart, searching them down to the last molecule. And the electric shock and the brazier are serious business!"
  The doctor noted:
  - There's a truth serum from China. It will completely crack her!
  The general answered reluctantly:
  - We can try...
  Fay Rodis's examination was very thorough... Including the probe... But the young woman didn't even wince or show that she was uncomfortable, in pain, or even ashamed.
  Next, they started checking her bottom. At first, they poked around with their fingers, roughly. Then nurses appeared and inserted a probe. They were specifically for a colon scan.
  Fay Rodis recalled a prison film where they kept bullets filled with money or jewelry in the anus. They simply pushed them into the rectum.
  But that won't work here. They'll examine the entire intestine with a probe.
  It was a little painful. There was a light inside, and my intestines were being filmed.
  The general remarked:
  - You can't hide anything from us! We 'll frisk you like professionals !
  The doctor noted:
  - Both a search and a kind of torture... But girl, how will you sing under electricity? We'll torture you constantly!
  The general nodded:
  - And we won't let you sleep either! And you'll go completely cross-eyed! Got it, silly?
  Fay Rodis noted:
  - I can go without sleep for a long time. A very long time if necessary! But I won't tell you anything!
  The doctor roared:
  - Electrocute her! Only electrocute her!
  Having completed the intestinal examination, they removed the probe from the intestines. From there, things were simpler. They felt my feet, including the soles. They looked between my toes. They took a footprint, smearing it thickly with paint... and then wiped it with alcohol.
  The meticulous search lasted for almost an hour and a half. But finally, it came to an end.
  Fay Rodis was wiped with alcohol, and the girls in white coats lined up, awaiting further orders.
  The general said sternly:
  "I'm warning you for the last time, citizen Faye Rodis. We're about to begin interrogating you with extreme force, using pain. The intense pain could cause you to completely crack and admit any guilt. But now we'll allow you to testify voluntarily. Then, you might simply be deported from the country! Speak up before it's too late!"
  Fay Rhodes shook her head.
  -No! I won't tell!
  The doctor suggested:
  - Let's shock her! It's the surest way!
  The general shrugged and asked:
  - What about the newest serum?
  The doctor logically noted:
  "She'll crack it! But the impudent girl needs to learn her lesson! Electric shock torture with a brazier on oiled heels! The blisters heal quickly, but it's very painful. And the current is even more painful; it will crack anyone!"
  The general shrugged and nodded:
  - Yes, electricity and a brazier! Just don't cripple!
  The doctor remarked with a grin:
  "It feels like this cheeky girl wants to be tortured herself. Well, let's give her pleasure!"
  The general sighed and noted:
  - She's a fanatic... Maybe it was one of the locals? We need to check the files again!
  The doctor nodded:
  - Most likely a Ukrainian woman ! Okay, bring the sensors and hoses! Let's begin the torture right now!
  The general nodded and added:
  - And also sandwiches and coffee! My heart feels this is for a long time!
  Women in white coats brought wires and sensors, as well as a dynamo. It had dials with various current, voltage, and resistance readings. They plugged in a transformer.
  The girls began attaching sensors to their nipples, pubic area, buttocks, neck, toes, and fingers. Everything was done confidently and professionally.
  Then they brought in a gas brazier with a thermometer to regulate the temperature of the flame.
  Faye Rhodes's bare soles were lubricated with olive oil and kneaded. The young woman felt a pleasant tickle. For now, it even seemed piquant.
  Then the wires were distributed. The doctor picked up the joystick and began confidently adjusting the dial.
  One of the girls in a white coat was ready to turn the tap on the brazier, the other carried a lighter.
  Everything was ready for torture.
  The general sipped his coffee, bit into his sandwich and asked in a harsh tone:
  "Citizen, this is Fay Rodis's last chance to avoid cruel torture! Tell me what mission you and your accomplices were sent on, and then maybe... Maybe we'll deport you or exchange you!"
  Fay Rodis growled:
  - I won't tell!
  The general nodded:
  - Go ahead! Just don't hurt him!
  The doctor turned the lever. Fay Rodis felt a strong tingling sensation in her private parts, as well as in her fingers and toes. It was unpleasant, but bearable.
  A girl in a white coat flicked a lighter and a flame flared up. It was small, but the bare soles of the young and beautiful woman felt a rush of hot air. The flame was distant.
  The general asked Fay Rodis:
  - Are you going to talk?
  The young woman growled:
  - No! I won't tell!
  The general nodded:
  - Harder!
  The doctor began to twist... The electric shocks caused a strong burning sensation, and the muscles shook. It really hurt when the currents hit the most sensitive areas. The girls in white coats increased the flame size, added gas and oxygen. The burning sensation on the girl from the future's bare heels intensified. It was as if they had been immersed in boiling water. Fay Rhodes's breathing became heavier, and sweat began to break out.
  The general asked:
  - You will talk!
  Fay Rodis muttered:
  - I won't tell!
  The general growled:
  - Harder!
  Electric shocks began to pierce Faye Rodis's body, penetrating the most sensitive areas. The pain was excruciating, and her muscles, tendons, veins, and arteries shook... Everything was literally boiling. The girls in white coats added more flames... More oxygen and gas... And the bare heels of the beautiful young woman began to burn savagely. As if touched by red-hot iron.
  Fay Rodis gritted her teeth and looked around... Did it hurt? It was good that it hurt! She could control even severe pain. It was best to think about something else.
  For example, it's as if they're torturing a partisan with a brazier, and she remains silent. And they're torturing you, too. And you endure it... And you even laugh in the faces of your enemies!
  And Fay Rodis smiled... She, like Malchish-Kibalchish, will endure all torture.
  The KGB general growled:
  - Harder!
  The doctor made another turn... The shocks coursed through Fay Rhodes, her skin even turning red and smoking. The brazier blazed more fiercely, and the tips of the flames were already caressing the bare, round heels of the young and beautiful girl.
  Fay Rhodes continued to shake and smile, seemingly unmoved.
  The girl in the white coat noticed:
  "It can reduce the flames! We can burn not only her skin, but also her bones, and then she'll become disabled!"
  The general nodded:
  - Reduce the flame! And don't increase the current yet! Let's see how long it lasts!
  Fay Rodis smiled, almost blissfully. This was roughly what awaited her if she were captured on the planet of the dictatorship of four. But it was actually comforting.
  You're atoning for your cowardice. You're being tortured, but you remain silent and smile.
  For example, the most intense pain can be made pleasant with a certain mental state. And Fay Rodis doesn't feel any pain at all.
  You can even imagine yourself fighting the Nazis in a tank, demonstrating your supreme skill, courage, and heroism. And you enjoy killing your enemies.
  However, they fought with great courage, and some soldiers demonstrated exceptional skill. Here, for example, is Elizaveta's tank crew, in a very ordinary T-34-76, fighting the Nazis.
  The Germans are advancing leisurely toward the Soviet troops, formed into a wedge or a pig. In front is the heaviest and best-protected tank, the "Lion." It resembles a "Panther," only much larger, weighing ninety tons. The frontal hull armor is 150 mm thick and sloped like the T-34, while the sides are 82 mm, also sloped. The turret front is very well protected: 240 mm, sloped, while the sides are weaker, also 82 mm, like the hull. And the gun is a powerful 105 mm with a long barrel length of 70 EL. Now that's a tank capable of hitting from a distance.
  Fay Rodis shifts the gearbox into the highest position with his bare foot.
  And the T-34 picks up speed. Firing at the "Lion" from a distance is useless, and they need to get closer. The powerful German machine fires a shell of deadly force. It flashes past. The girls in the tank laugh joyfully and shuffle their bare feet.
  It's hot in the North Caucasus at the end of May, and the beauties have a lot of fun in bikinis.
  Her friend Natasha notes with a whistle:
  - Now the fascist will get a good punch in the horns!
  Another friend, Svetlana, shaking her bare, tanned foot, agrees:
  - We'll definitely hit him!
  The T-34-76 continues to accelerate, but its off-road speed is limited. The Lev barely crawls, and the more agile Panthers and Tigers slow down to avoid getting ahead.
  But these machines are also dangerous, especially the Panther, which can fire fifteen shots per minute. You can expect a surprise from one of these.
  The third friend, Euphrasiya, presses the gas with her bare heel and squeals:
  - We will fight with virtuoso methods!
  The Lev tank's gun has a significant drawback: it fires only five rounds per minute. Overall, it's not the best design. Its armor-piercing capabilities are excessive, and it's not really intended to be effective at long range. Tigers and Panthers can penetrate from two kilometers away, but hitting the small and mobile T-34 from a greater distance is practically impossible. So was it really worth equipping the Lev with such a powerful gun? Other Soviet tanks are even lighter, with the exception of the KV-1S, but even that tank offers no advantages in protection, and its performance is even worse.
  Fay Rodis spins his body and squeals:
  - I inhale with my chest, the air in a wide wave,
  It sparkles brightly, the endless carpet of stars...
  Feelings are playing, barefoot girls are alive,
  I want to play in the sky and fly towards the sun forever!
  
  Our homeland is in a foreign universe,
  The maiden's flesh was torn away, turning to stone...
  I go into battle boldly for the Fatherland,
  What a fate to share Prometheus!
  Penetrating a Lev tank, even in the side, is difficult. The turret sides, like those of the Panther, are sloped, as are the upper hull sides. These tanks have a typical "cat-like" shape, which provides better protection due to the slopes. Unlike the Tiger, which is almost square. But the Tiger was developed before the war and was similar in shape to the KV. The Tiger-2, however, a later development, also has a "cat-like" shape, and this tank will soon enter production. Penetrating a Lev tank in the side is also nearly impossible. Only the lower hull has unsloped armor, but it is protected by rollers. This means you need to break through close and hit it precisely between the rollers.
  So the girls have a difficult task. Especially since the T-34 shakes so much when moving that it's almost impossible to shoot accurately.
  Fay Rodis asked her friends:
  - Will we be able to hit the enemy?
  Natasha answered confidently:
  - When girls don't have shoes, their bare feet become so sensitive that they are sure to surprise the enemy.
  Fay Rodis agreed:
  - Yes, the girls' bare heels are the key to victory!
  And so, avoiding damage, the T-34 slips toward the side. The main thing here is to avoid the guns of the Panthers and Tigers. They are rapid-fire and accurate. And you can't penetrate these tanks head-on either.
  Svetlana shoots at the German using her bare toes. But it's nearly impossible to miss the roller while moving. However, the enemy's roller is destroyed, and the "Lion" stops.
  The T-34 passes him again and sends a lethal shell into the lower part of the side.
  Natasha notes:
  - Our cannon is outdated - there"s really no way to take the "Lion"!
  But in her frustration, Svetlana hit the enemy's side part, and the "Lion" caught fire.
  The girls, without slowing down, press forward again. This time they have a weaker target: the Panther. A direct hit on its side is enough.
  Fay Rodis notes:
  - Practical cat!
  Natasha noted with a laugh:
  - But he barely crawls so as not to leave the cover of the "Lion".
  Svetlana fired from a distance at the Panther, which was far to the side and had its side exposed. Its side is rather thin-about 40 millimeters-and it didn't matter that it was at an angle.
  The German tank explodes with a crash. Yes, the beauties hit hard.
  They, with their captivating grace of fighting beauties.
  But the shells whistled as they flew past, almost touching the armor.
  This is very dangerous for the T-34, and it resembles a man jumping between streams.
  Fay Rodis fired again with her bare foot and sang:
  - I can do everything, I can do everything, we"ll give the Wehrmacht a run for its money!
  Of course, with girls like these, even the devil himself is not a threat. Although the Nazis are waging an aggressive offensive, and they have a lot of tanks...
  The forces are unequal. Although the numbers of vehicles are roughly equal, the Germans are heavier. Many Soviet tanks are light and not entirely combat-ready against Hitler's monsters.
  But the crew of Fay Rodis works miracles and shoots through another Panther on the move.
  And the German tank catches fire...
  The general growls, choking with anger:
  Fay Rodis, in response, begins to sing bravely, like a pioneer who is being tormented by the Nazis and has no intention of breaking;
  We are the pioneers, the children of communism -
  Fire, tent and ringing horn!
  The invasion of the damned fascism -
  Which awaits a furious defeat!
  
  What did we lose in these battles?
  Or did you acquire it in battles with the enemy?
  We used to be just children of the world -
  And now warriors of the Native Land!
  
  But Hitler took a step towards our capital,
  A waterfall of countless bombs fell down!
  For me, the Fatherland is even more beautiful than the sky -
  Now the bloody sunset has arrived!
  
  We will respond to aggression harshly -
  Although, alas, we ourselves are small in stature!
  But the sword is in the hands of a fragile teenager -
  Stronger than the legions of Satan!
  
  Let the tanks rush in avalanche after avalanche,
  And we share the rifle between the three of us!
  Let the police aim meanly at the back,
  But the Holy God will punish them fiercely!
  
  What have we decided? To do the work of peace -
  But for that, alas, I had to shoot!
  The calm is already disgusting.
  Sometimes violence can be a blessing!
  
  The girl and I run barefoot together.
  Even though it snowed, the snowdrift burns like coal!
  But they have no fear, children know -
  A fascist will be boldly driven into the coffin with a bullet!
  
  Here they laid down a company of vile Fritzes,
  And the rest of the cowards run away!
  We crush infantry in battle like a scythe -
  Our youth is no obstacle for us!
  
  Victory achievement will be in May,
  There's a blizzard now, prickly, hard snow!
  The boy is barefoot, his sister is barefoot,
  The children met their prime in rags!
  
  Where do these forces come from in us?
  To endure both pain and cold, that need!
  When the comrade measured the bottom of the grave,
  When my friend moans, I will die!
  
  Christ blessed us pioneers,
  He said, the Fatherland was given to you by God!
  This is the first of all faiths,
  Soviet, sacred country!
  CHAPTER No 8.
  The general screamed at the top of his lungs, straining himself:
  - Shut her up!
  The doctor turned the lever to its limit. Faye Rodis's body began to smoke and became covered in large blisters from head to toe. And the young woman, shaking her head weakly, passed out...
  The general growled:
  - Enough! Enough torture! She might even die!
  The doctor looked at the sensors and noted:
  - The heart is beating... She is very strong!
  The general sighed heavily:
  "I have a feeling she won't be broken that easily! She's a real piece of work! Give her a rest. And tomorrow we'll try some Chinese truth serum!"
  The doctor nodded:
  - Let her rest! Her psyche is already overloaded and overstimulated! And then we'll continue the interrogation.
  The guards and nurses followed the general and doctor out of the room. Fay Rhodes was locked in.
  The space guest from the future herself once again sank into a deep and healing sleep. She dreamed of continuing her adventures with Natasha in a special, unique zone.
   "If you have any difficulties, please contact us!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared confidently. "Our radio scanner will pick up any wave. "
  A skeptical question followed:
  - Are you afraid of ours?
  "No way! Besides, the gangsters are often on the airwaves!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya remarked dismissively.
  The captain led them to the gate and warned:
  "Don't go too fast, sometimes you see faint anomalies flashing around here. The meters don't react to them, but if you turn on your headlights, you'll see small deviations. It might sound funny, but it's best not to throw nuts; they come back like bullets."
  The redhead squeaked:
  - Pale anomaly!?
  A satisfied roar in response:
  - Or a "pistol", they are rarely large, and not always fatal, sometimes they tear apart, and sometimes they just throw you away like a catapult.
  "And are there any artifacts left?" asked the greedy Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  In response, it muttered:
  - Most often, the price of "Kuleshi" has even dropped. So don't be too upset if the bartender or dealer doesn't give you much.
  Fighting Fay Rodis sat behind the wheel and whispered:
  - We will move quietly, as if in ambush.
  The warning was worth it; tornadoes were whirling through the air. Something was shimmering. They had to maneuver again. Along the way, they almost collided with a wrecked armored personnel carrier . It was already covered in rust, missing its wheels. Creatures ran past from the side; it was hard to see, but Natasha Olimpiyskaya suggested:
  - These are rat-monkeys !
  The boy prince squeaked:
  - Why do you think so?
  "The thing is, they usually get close to a person's home. They're relatives, after all." Catching the prince's glance, she added, "That's what the infidel scholars think. However, looking at drunkards, it occurs to me that they're not far from the truth."
  A monkey jumped out onto the road, and Fay Rodis swerved to avoid a collision. Natasha Olimpiyskaya shot it, but the car was hit by a stream of anomalies. It lifted the Jaguar three meters and dropped it. A couple of wheels came off, and the passengers were nearly killed.
  "The car's stuck together, now we'll have to walk! Allah willing," Natasha Olimpiyskaya added.
  - Well, you are clumsy, now you will have to pay for the repairs, - said the prince.
  "We have money, not to mention the trophies," Fay Rodis declared. "Besides, the Jaguar isn't the ideal vehicle. The best vehicle for the zone is the Zubr, made in Belarus. It has decent cross-country ability, speed, armor, and can be armed."
  The boy bleated:
  - Such a car must cost a lot!
  The blonde girl laughed:
  "No, it's not more expensive than a Jaguar, but it's better. After all, part of the zone affected Belarusian territory, so Russia's little brother started inventing its own."
  The prince said aggressively:
  "We'll incorporate it into the Caliphate, too. But let's hurry up, I'm starving!"
  The blonde squeaked:
  - We have some trophy stew!
  The boy squeaked:
  - Not pork?
  The warrior laughed:
  - No, a moose!
  The boy roared:
  - Then let's do it.
  The girls, shouldering massive backpacks, lugged them along, each carrying one and a half hundred kilograms-a hefty load even for a master of sport in weightlifting. However, weightlifters, as a rule, aren't particularly resilient. The girls, however, carried the weights even up the cliffs.
  The prince ate the stew as he walked, using his hands freely. Having finished two liter-sized cans, he calmed down.
  - Life has become easier now. And in general, I'm surprised how well you speak Russian. It's as if it's your native language.
  The red-haired warrior noted:
  - You too! You even know some criminal jargon.
  The boy readily explained:
  "My grandmother, Esmigül, was the Russian Catherine. Incidentally, she was kidnapped by pirates and then rescued by my grandfather, Saddam."
  Fay Rhodes giggled:
  - So you have Russian blood in you.
  The prince shook his head:
  - No! She's my step-grandmother, my third wife, and my father is from my first.
  The blonde girl noticed:
  - But there is still a lot of European blood!
  The boy snorted contemptuously:
  - Not without it!
  The road wound between the hills and straightened out. From here, the town itself was visible. A cluster of industrial and residential buildings, surrounded by a fairly high wall topped with barbed wire, and a shallow, apparently recently dug ditch. A tank, a T-72, with a long barrel, stood at the open gates, and a wide bridge spanned it. And in the distance, the waves of a large lake lapped-the town of "Wings" was also a port. Actually, the lake hadn't existed before, and how it had appeared was another mystery-a miracle of the zone. A barge was moored.
  "It's a decent town, not New York, but still not bad for a place like this!" the prince remarked.
  Fay Rodis agreed:
  - I expected less, you can eat decently and relax here.
  A corpse lay at the side, with a dozen rat monkeys milling around it. They'd almost finished it. They were even trying to gnaw off the bones. Without a word, the girls opened fire with their pistols. When the first two rat monkeys were downed, the others, without hesitation, rushed at their comrades and began tearing them apart with their teeth.
  "What cannibals!" said Natasha Olimpiyskaya. "Is that even possible?"
  The blonde grinned carnivorously:
  - It would be a shame to shoot them, maybe with knives.
  "We'll just put the swag in." "Keep an eye on it, Prince." The girls rushed after the rat-monkeys . They, seeing that there were only two opponents, rushed in a group, baring their teeth. They had special teeth, like hooks on a fishing rod, not poisonous, but capable of paralyzing. The girls were furious, and each finished off three rat-monkeys.
  The redhead barked:
  - What did the macaques get?
  The blonde growled:
  - Or would you like more!
  The others, realizing their forces were unequal, unequal, broke into a run. A dagger throw finished off two. Leaping to the girl's corpses, they drew their weapons. The primates' tails were short, but their ears were thick with fur, large like those of Cheburashkas .
  "And this will be good for sale!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared.
  "They weren't taught this for the sake of bribes!" Fay Rodis remarked. "It's just too disgusting that a person is being mauled by animals and no one wants to help."
  The girls didn't rob the corpse, though that's perfectly natural for the prison. They'd even twirl their fingers at their temples if they learned of such selflessness. But then the prince surprised them; he didn't rummage through the bloody jacket, but he did grab the purse.
  The boy squeaked:
  - It could be something valuable. Maybe even "Luck."
  "Luck doesn't make you die so stupidly," Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared. "Even though this artifact is valuable."
  "Of course it wouldn't be valuable. It increases your luck many times over!" Fay Rodis noted. "True, so far such a stone has only been found twice. One was taken outside the Zone and lost its properties, and the other is who knows where!"
  The redhead remarked confidently:
  - Maybe it"s in the bag!
  They opened it, but found nothing but kulesh, dried fish, and a couple of grenades.
  "And it was worth it for us to get dirty! Where the hell are you going?" Three cunning Vaters tried to pick up the sacks. The prince wanted to shoot at them, but Fay Rodis stopped him.
  - They are no more worthy of a bullet than rat-monkeys .
  "Even less, greedy rats and stupider than monkeys!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed.
  The girls caught up with them running, the men struggling to carry their bags. Fay Rodis kicked him so hard she broke his arm. He staggered and reached for his gun. The next moment, a fist shattered his jaw. Natasha Olimpiyskaya delivered a simple but almost unstoppable blow to the groin. The shock of pain knocked him unconscious.
  The third managed to grab a knife, but it was knocked out of his hand, and then the girls simultaneously struck him in the ribs so hard they shattered them. A wave of pain washed over the scavenger ; he wheezed and was finished off with a finger to the temple.
  "Nice work!" the prince commented.
  "A showdown, English style!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya commented in her own way.
  The patrolmen standing at the entrance bristled with machine guns and bayonets .
  "What's wrong with you?" the prince shouted at them in Russian. "There's chaos going on all around you, and you're not reacting."
  "You true believers are already too rich, but you have no brains!" the guard declared.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya and Fay Rodis bristled with machine guns. Their nerves were so frayed they were on the verge of opening fire.
  "Stop!" the commander ordered. "That's the prince, and with him are Hawk and Condor."
  The boys roared in chorus:
  - Yes, it was us!
  - You did our guys a favor! You saved them from a plague of rat-crows ! Come in, we're always happy to see you!
  "Our Jaguar was caught in an anomaly and damaged!" the prince declared. "We need to get a tow truck and take it to a repair shop."
  - We'll do it! Staying alive in an anomaly is a real stroke of luck.
  "Just watch the PKU - you can't make it out!" said Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  The ingratiating reply followed:
  - We can buy it if we agree on the price!
  The girl stated decisively:
  - Yes, we need to sell the swag ourselves.
  They were surprised:
  - Has the prince really decided to become a simple farter ?
  The guest from the future confirmed:
  - The rich have their own quirks.
  The bearded girls picked up the sacks and began to carry them. Their shoulders were broad, and they imitated a male baritone so skillfully that no one suspected them. And what girl could carry so much weight?
  The town, despite being located in the center of anomalies, looked fairly well-kept. There were numerous warehouses and industrial buildings. Cars occasionally drove by on the streets. The place was relatively crowded. Without thinking twice, the prince asked the first person he saw, a man of distinctly Caucasian appearance.
  - Do you know where the black sultan lives?
  He shied away from the boy:
  - No! I can"t know!
  The farter in the armored vest who was walking behind joined the conversation:
  - And you, the true believers, want to join his gang, or catch him!
  The boy pouted:
  - What does that mean?
  He said frankly:
  "The Vympel group has launched its own hunt for him. We're hoping not only to receive a reward, but also to purchase some equipment from the Russian army at a discount."
  The prince asked in surprise:
  - So he's elusive?
  The Caucasian explained:
  "It's believed the terrorist is most likely hiding in the northern part of the zone, or closer to the sarcophagus. But the radiation there is so intense you can't go anywhere without a spacesuit."
  The boy became curious:
  - And how does he live there?
  He made a suggestion:
  "Maybe he found artifacts that reflect radiation. But information costs money. That'll be a hundred dollars."
  "You'll only get a solid slap for that!" said Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  The stalker was almost a head taller than her and clearly heavier.
  - Do you want to fight me?
  The red-haired shrew growled:
  -Anytime now!
  The large Caucasian noted:
  - Fighting on the city streets is prohibited! Maybe in the Colosseum.
  "I'm wasting my time on you." Natasha Olimpiyskaya pretended to clap him on the shoulder, but in reality she'd pinched a nerve. Farter went limp and collapsed, as if he'd had a heart attack.
  The red-haired shrew whistled:
  - No, it's no fun fighting you! So where do we go now?
  "To the bar, I think! We'll find out something more definitive there!" Fay Rhodes declared.
  Red-haired girl:
  "And we'll shed some extra weight at the same time. The bartender is apparently the richest man in the zone."
  The blonde only partially agreed:
  "The income is decent, but clients can shoot you down, too. Especially if you underprice."
  The loudspeaker's voice boomed:
  "Whoever wants to enroll in Vympel will receive a machine gun and free food! Complete safety and a sense of security! You will never be alone; loving brothers will march at your right hand. All the dangers of the Zone will be behind us; we can even correct anomalies."
  "They've gone too far with the last one; they don't have the guts to blame even one anomaly," Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared.
  "Absolutely!" The Prince pointed a finger at the APC. "And they have mechanization here; if they have to run, they'll be on their tail."
  The blonde noted:
  - We'll try not to make any unnecessary noise.
  The loudspeaker announced:
  Do you love money? And you love risk! Then this is for you! We're inviting tough guys to work for us - a challenging and highly paid position!
  "Wow, this could be interesting for us too!" Fay Rodis declared.
  "Most likely, this is just a forest cleanup of bandits. We can handle this ourselves, and we'll get all the loot!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya countered.
  Faye Rodis nodded:
  - Perhaps so, but let's see what the bartender says. (It should be noted that this guy was an FSB agent nicknamed Sticky.)
  The entertainment building was impressive, a cinema, a bar, and a brothel all rolled into one. A sign blazed at the entrance: "Whoever uses a gun will be hanged!"
  - Brilliant! - Natasha Olimpiyskaya giggled.
  "You can see the effort of some serious intellect!" added Fay Rodis.
  In the basement there was a sign: "The Way to the Colosseum."
  - Wow! - the prince remarked. - It's just like in Rome.
  "A local showdown! Like fights or duels," Natasha Olimpiyskaya remarked. "As for me, it's the most boring activity."
  The boy objected:
  - Why, it"s interesting!
  The red-haired shrew boasted:
  "But with me involved, it's always predictable. Unless we were playing Hawk versus Condor."
  The prince purred contentedly:
  - That would be great! And I can fight there.
  Fay Rodis readily agreed:
  - Probably so! Although there are usually few children in the zone. They used to not allow them at all, but now they've given up on it.
  The boy frowned:
  - I'm not a child! I'm a great warrior!
  The blonde girl growled:
  "I have no doubt, but other bar patrons might start picking on us. Or rather, it's inevitable, and if a fight breaks out, we'll be blamed."
  The prince said boastfully:
  - So what! You'll walk over corpses!
  The red-haired girl smirked:
  - Against tanks?
  The boy barked:
  - Allah will help us!
  Fay Rodis logically noted:
  - Even a warrior of jihad kills only when necessary!
  The prince grimaced, but suddenly retreated:
  - That's enough fighting for today.
  The mujahideen descended a wide staircase into the basement. A sign lit up the counter: Knockout Bar.
  There were three machine gunners standing behind the bars; they turned their attention to the prince:
  - She's a minor! So no alcohol, no girls!
  The prince was offended:
  "You know that the blood of the caliphs flows in my veins. And at my age, I have the right to marry!"
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya replied angrily:
  "You have the right to do so at home, but don't get carried away with us. And anyway, if you're not happy with it, we won't let you into the bar."
  Fay Rodis answered for the prince:
  - We don't drink alcohol or sleep with prostitutes. We have morals.
  The prince was surprised:
  - Do you indulge in nonsense?
  The blonde stated decisively:
  - No! That's a sin too!
  They didn't notice that they had already reached the bar and were standing at the entrance.
  "What a bunch of good mujahideen we've encountered. Okay, go ahead!" The machine gunners gave the go-ahead.
  The bar was crowded in the evening. Music was playing, and naked women were even dancing on the stage.
  "You're such a riot!" The mujahideen girls pointedly turned away. The crowd, some with gangster-like expressions, eyed their enormous sacks suspiciously. A large, well-fed bartender stood at the counter. He looked a bit like Glue, but it was clear at first glance it wasn't him. Which meant the FSB agent had either failed, or at best, been transferred. And who would replace him? It's possible an agent from a completely different camp.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya came closer and asked in Russian:
  - Will you take the swag?
  He gurgled:
  - What is there?
  The girl squeaked:
  - "kuleshi" and something tastier!
  The bartender's eyes lit up:
  - Spill it! Then the voice became dull:
  - Kuleshi is so vulgar! And what's this? Looks like you're throwing away the cheap stuff and keeping the valuables for yourself?
  "That's none of your business!" the prince snapped. "Everyone sells what they don't need. We don't need oil, for example, but you're willing to crawl on your bellies for it."
  "Don't speak for others!" The bartender kept his cool. "And who is this guy anyway, he acts like a prince!"
  The boy growled:
  - I am the prince!
  The crowd buzzed and grew wary. There were over a hundred customers in the bar, most of them armed.
  "So are you going to sell it?" the bartender asked.
  The red-haired warrior asked a natural question:
  - How much will you give?
  A roar and gurgle followed:
  - Two hundred for "Kulesh", and three hundred for the rest!
  Natasha Olympiiskaya whistled:
  - Wow! As if I don't know prices. Even a "Kulesh" costs eight hundred at the dealers, and they sell it on the side for a thousand, or even fifteen hundred.
  The bartender replied angrily:
  "I won't give you any more! There's a ton of that stuff in prison, and it's constantly falling in price!"
  The red-haired girl logically objected:
  "Not every artifact is worth so much blood! You never know how many of your brothers die."
  The bartender answered honestly:
  "After they announced the reward for the Black Sultan, people have been flocking here. Both tough guys and criminals, lots of special forces and mercenaries, all hot on each other's heels. And you're still dragging in all these princes. And where did you get the loot? You probably killed someone!"
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya got excited:
  - What business is it of yours? You wouldn't be above buying goods from bandits.
  In response, a contemptuous grunt:
  - Depends on which ones! It's unlikely for people like you.
  A conflict was brewing. Meanwhile, Fay Rodis overheard the conversation:
  - The Strugatsky brothers are very interesting in terms of ideas, but their text is difficult.
  A squeak in response:
  - Perhaps, but it is not so significant!
  A lower voice objected:
  - I wouldn't say so, it's hard to read and tiring!
  A witty, aphoristic remark followed:
  - The softest and lightest text - printed on toilet paper!
  Fay Rodis's last statement made her laugh and her mouth opened wide.
  A waitress immediately appeared in front of her:
  - Would you like to have some fun, sir, and relieve some stress for a small fee?
  The blonde chirped:
  - How do you throw it off?
  - Yes, with my mouth! - The cute girl smiled, flashing her carefully brushed teeth.
  - I want to! - declared the prince. - Let's go to the other room.
  The girl shook her head:
  - But you're still a minor, it's not legal!
  "What if I give you ten thousand?" Khattab pulled out a thick wad of green bills and shook it in front of the stunned girl.
  "Then let's go with pleasure!" The girl eagerly grabbed the handsome boy's hand.
  The sight of a thick wad of dollars finally ignited the crowd. Machine guns began to move. Two masked men pointed their guns at the prince's chest.
  - Come on, pay up, chick. And you throw in some swag too.
  Surprisingly, perhaps driven by fear, the prince drew his pistol so quickly and fired, offhand, killing two of them, that even the girls, with their phenomenal reflexes, couldn't prevent the fatal blow. The pistol fired with lethal force and struck their exposed necks!
  Then a shout was heard:
  - Kill the mujahideen!
  The girls unanimously kicked the chairs and threw them at the three gun-toting soldiers. The iron chairs struck hard, sending shattered teeth and droplets of blood flying.
  A strange voice roared:
  - Shoot!
  Realizing it was all or nothing, Natasha Olimpiyskaya hurled two fragmentation grenades into the crowd, and Fay Rodis threw smoke grenades! The scouts hid from the shrapnel behind the counter, taking the prince with them; fortunately, it was armored. Along the way, Natasha Olimpiyskaya head-butted a bouncer, the bard's bodyguard. He flew off, crashing into a counter filled with rolls of whiskey and brandy, showering them with it. He then fell silent, blowing red bubbles. The girls went wild, and without thinking twice, they launched into a dance of death, piling up the fighters. They began firing furiously. And yet, even in this critical moment, the girls didn't abandon their Kalashnikovs . However, the expressive Natasha Olimpiyskaya drew her super-automatic rifle and fired a volley at point-blank range, discharging the magic bullets . Tiny fountains of blood could be seen flaring up in the bodies of the stricken soldiers. Fay Rodis pushed her away:
  - What do you mean, we need to protect this!
  The redhead was surprised:
  - What should I spend?
  The blonde hissed:
  - We have PAN with us! Although no, we'll kill too many, we'll have to break through.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya hurled another grenade, killing or maiming more than half the Knockout Bar patrons. About eighty people. Natasha Olimpiyskaya punched the bartender in the head, then took off running. Her boots splashed with blood, forming red puddles. Faye Rodis mowed down the guards, and the prince raced after them, trying to keep up. Natasha Olimpiyskaya grabbed the royal offspring by the arm and practically carried him. Smoke drifted down the corridor, obscuring visibility. Then a large farter followed them. Natasha Olimpiyskaya fired at him, but he didn't even react. Then she fired a burst. The girl never missed, but here her opponent didn't even flinch.
  The redhead suggested:
  - Apparently he's wearing a bulletproof vest.
  The prince barked:
  - But your mug is open!
  The blonde suggested:
  - Shoot me in the eyes!
  The girl did just that. And again, to no avail. However, her invulnerable opponent began firing back. A bullet struck Fay Rodis in the shoulder and stomach, but her body armor saved her. Then a burst of fire raked her legs, hitting the scout. The girls were too heavy with their backpacks, and they couldn't break away.
  "It seems I've forgotten how to shoot," Fay Rodis sighed.
  The redhead growled:
  - Then hand-to-hand combat!
  Throwing down her backpack, Fay Rodis ducked, avoiding the machine gun fire. She thought the strange guy might have acquired something more powerful than the AKM. There's the AKMB, for example , a special assault rifle that fires armor-piercing bullets, which most vests are ineffective against. Still, she had to watch her head.
  CHAPTER No 9.
  Fai Rodis dodged the bullets, simply following the movement of the barrel. She kicked her opponent, but found herself caught like a field. This didn't faze Fai Rodis, who executed a sweep to his lower extremities. There was resistance there, too, like stepping into water, but the trip saved him. The guy fell and twitched. Fai Rodis pounced on him. The field deflected the fast strikes, but was powerless against the slower wrestling holds. The opponent was strong, resisted stubbornly, and even tried to pin the girl down.
  - Damned mujahideen! - he shouted.
  So, no matter how many Sambo-style holds she performed, her fingers closed around his throat. Her opponent was doomed; neither incredible strength nor magical artifacts could help him. Finally, the carotid artery was crushed and the mighty foe was defeated.
  The warrior exclaimed:
  - There is contact!
  The dead field cleared slightly, and the girl searched it. Yes, there were six "Armor" stones, deflecting bullets and grenade fragments. They turned her enemy into a Terminator. She grabbed a couple more unfamiliar stones while she was at it. She took off running. Natasha Olimpiyskaya fired a counter-fire, taking down several more fighters.
  "Kukin Quaker!" she said to the two oncoming people. The artifact bag felt much lighter; it seemed the stones enhanced physical strength.
  Fay Rodis noted:
  - Wow, I discovered a law: if you want to find a good artifact, don't crawl around the zone, but catch the farters .
  The girl's path was blocked by a menacing T-90. It was moving in the direction of the fugitives.
  The redhead suggested:
  - Not a bad car, we need to grab it!
  "Let's do it! You can't kill me now!" Fay Rodis boasted, swaying her hips.
  The girl rushed toward the tank. A machine gun fired at her, but she initially dodged. Although running away from a machine gun is not easy!
  The beauty sang:
  - The heroes are running away from the chase, but they won"t be able to catch up with many enemies!
  The burst of a powerful machine gun was catching up with her! The blonde girl showed, then watched as the bullets deflected away from her. Otherwise, she would have at least thrown a grenade, stunning the gunner. It seemed the machine gunner was quite surprised that infantry was attacking tanks. His confusion allowed Fay Rodis to leap onto the armor and throw the gunner out of the turret. Afterward, the girl did the same to the crew. Screaming bodies could be seen flying through the air. She didn't want to kill them, but it seemed Natasha Olimpiyskaya wasn't known for her mercy, finishing them off in mid-air. Farters rushed out from the sides of the scouts, and they were caught in the girls' merciless bullets. Fire came from the buildings, and the scouts fired back, using grenades and bullets.
  Nevertheless, Natasha Olimpiyskaya herself was wounded, struck in the face by shrapnel. Another bullet, armor-piercing, pierced the girl's shoulder, and also damaged her more vulnerable arms and legs. The prince was also wounded, so severely that he lost consciousness. They had to carry him, despite the considerable load. Natasha Olimpiyskaya even hesitated: was it worth it to exert so much effort for the enemy of the Motherland? But on the other hand, the boy was practically their only hope of reaching the Black Sultan's lair.
  Luckily, they had a tank as a trophy. And that's already a pretty good defense. Jumping inside, the girls began to drive, trying to escape the town. The gates were still open, and the guards at the entrance mistook the tank for their own. It was utterly incredible that such a massive tank could be captured so easily.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya, despite her injuries, greeted the guard:
  The city of Krylya is under attack, we are pursuing the enemy. Outflanking and moving tactics!
  They roared:
  - Come on, what impudence these thugs have! They've already broken into the city.
  The daring maneuver proved highly effective; the girls escaped the town and pulled away, leaving behind a couple hundred dead and wounded. Furthermore, the T-90 had a unique feature: instead of a diesel engine, it was equipped with a more advanced turbogenerator. Consequently, they could reach speeds of up to eighty kilometers per hour. Once out of town, they raced along a dirt road. The T-90 tank was as capable as an all-terrain vehicle. Anomalies shimmered all around, but the vehicle had a special device that detected light refraction and allowed them to avoid them.
  "They won't catch us!" said Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  Fay Rodis, the least injured, was at the wheel, hoping to evade pursuit. However, the shimmering, or rather storm-like, anomalies forced them to turn around. An armored vehicle followed them from behind, but, although it was useless, it fired at them with all its machine guns. Impressively, Natasha Olimpiyskaya swung the tank's cannon around, firing into the hull.
  The vehicle with the infantry was blown to pieces.
  "It looks like stars exploding!" the red-haired girl remarked.
  The city was gradually falling behind, but then Fay Rodis heard the sound of a helicopter. A modernized MI-24 with a more streamlined hull emerged from behind the clouds. Before it could even see the tank, it began firing. Several unguided rockets exploded, knocking down trees.
  "They're destroying us!" said Natasha Olimpiyskaya. "They could hit us with a special computer-guided anti-tank missile."
  "Get behind the wheel, I'll hit him!" Fay Rodis said.
  The red-haired girl doubted:
  - And you will be able to do it? It has often happened that a helicopter was shot down by a tank shell!
  The blonde confidently stated:
  - Well, you know me!
  The redhead agreed:
  - I know and trust!
  The girls swapped places, and Natasha Olimpiyskaya gave the prince an additional injection to support his heart. Fay Rodis turned the gun around, tried to feel the barrel again, and sense the weapon's pulse.
  "You're like family to me!" she whispered.
  The shells were loaded automatically, so the girl, catching the lead, fired! The 125-millimeter shell hit the powerful vehicle squarely in the belly. The flying tank exploded! It was like a stone hitting a crystal ball filled with a flammable mixture. Shards flew, and a raging flame blazed! It looked beautiful!
  "And we don't need stingers and 'arrows'!" Fay Rodis smiled. People's faces and corpses, many corpses, flashed before her eyes. It seemed as if they were whispering to her:
  - You killed us! You orphaned the children! Now the wives will never have husbands! - And groans, unrest!
  Heartfelt Fay Rodis burst into tears:
  - How many have I killed today! It's so vile and cruel! I'm afraid the Lord will not forgive me!
  "We'll burn in Hell together!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya chuckled. "It's more fun together. Besides, we're Muslims now, and Jannah awaits us , a good place for those who kill infidels!"
  The blonde growled:
  - You're kidding me! Atheist!
  The red-haired warrior noted:
  - That's who I am! Faith without evidence: that a falcon without wings can scratch, but will not let you soar!
  Fay Rodis stated aggressively:
  - The death and resurrection of Christ are the best evidence.
  Natasha Olympiiskaya whistled:
  - And who saw this?
  The blonde cooed:
  - There is evidence!
  The red-haired girl quite logically noted:
  "I can assure you that thousands of people have seen Father Frost and Santa Claus. Many have even spoken of Harry Potter . Not to mention those who blow themselves up in the name of Allah. There are plenty of witnesses, but no evidence!"
  The blonde noted:
  - But there were biblical prophecies.
  The red-haired warrior said with conviction:
  - Possibly! But, firstly, they suspect they were made retroactively, and secondly, there have been many prophets, even Grigori Rasputin. I won't even mention Vanga and Nostradamus; among modern authorities, there are Hero , Wells, Belyaev, Conan Doyle, too many to list!
  And by no means biblical, far from all believing predictors, Belyaev is generally an atheist, like Conan Doyle!
  The blonde wrinkled her forehead, collecting her thoughts.
  The prince groaned; he had a fever. Natasha Olimpiyskaya injected him with another ampoule and said:
  "Well, that's it, I've removed the bullet, treated the wounds, he'll live. Anyway, so he doesn't hear, let's speak Japanese."
  Fay Rodis agreed:
  - A good idea, but the Tatar language would be better, the prince definitely doesn"t know it.
  The redhead logically noted:
  - Well, I don't care, but it's better in the Aleut language. Even terrorists don't know it.
  The girls continued their conversation. Along the way, they did encounter a new anomaly. It looked rather strange; the air had a yellowish tint, and skulls were visible. It moved in a rather complex trajectory, bending but not breaking the trunks, emitting a squeak like a mouse. A large squirrel with a bloodsucker's snout flew alongside it. When one of the clumsy rat-dwellers hesitated slightly, it was caught. The carcass was instantly roasted, charred, and the winged squirrel pounced on it, gnawing at the crusty meat.
  Fay Rodis remarked with a sigh:
  - Look, this is the law of evolution in action. A cross between a bird and a vampire mammal.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed:
  - In prison they say there are real vampires.
  The blonde confirmed:
  - Even if they end up in an anomaly or at the very site of an emission, people sometimes don't die immediately, and sometimes even acquire interesting properties.
  The redhead giggled:
  - Maybe the Black Sultan is a vampire?
  "It's possible! But that would only create problems for us." Fay Rodis sighed. "There was at least one zombie in the bar, for example. He was hit by bullets, pierced, but there was no blood."
  The redhead suggested:
  - Maybe it was just a bad angle, or a bulletproof vest.
  The blonde terminator objected:
  - No, I can, like you, instantly capture an image and record the smallest details.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya reluctantly confirmed:
  - I believed it! But overall, life confirms Darwin's correctness and refutes the Bible.
  Fay Rodis shook her head.
  "I wouldn't say so! For example, a shift in any constant, the force of gravity, or the relationship with electromagnetic properties, by one hundredth would make life impossible."
  The red-haired warrior shook her head:
  - And has this been proven experimentally?
  The blonde shrugged:
  - No, but!
  The red-haired shrew showed up :
  - You see! Creocianists operate with concepts that are impossible to verify. One scientist wrote that if the universe were expanding one part in a trillion faster, all matter would disperse, and stars would not be able to form. But even the fact that the universe is expanding hasn't been proven, not to mention its approximate speed or even age are unknown. There's disagreement on this issue that spans billions of years.
  Fay Rodis exclaimed:
  - There are no billions! The universe is much younger. The Earth was created only about six thousand years ago.
  Natasha objected, winking:
  - And the light of the stars that lasted for billions of years?!
  The blonde answered confidently:
  "The Almighty created it, and it's already here! Read the novel "The Temptation of God," and you'll understand how a young world can resemble one that's billions of years old!"
  The red-haired warrior nodded her head:
  "It's a good story. There's even a scientific explanation for how universes and matter can be created! But it doesn't prove the Bible, especially since that book is full of contradictions."
  The blonde became wary:
  - Which ones?
  The redhead suggested:
  - You consider yourself Orthodox, but the worship of relics and icons contradicts divine revelation.
  Fay Rodis replied with a sigh:
  - I know! But there is a legend!
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya demonstrated her erudition:
  Tradition cannot abolish God's law, given forever and ever. Jesus said: "Till heaven and earth pass away, not one tittle or iota will pass from the law." And if the worship of relics and icons is an abomination, then it will remain an abomination in the future.
  The guest from the future objected:
  - Saints in icons play the role of intermediaries.
  But Natasha isn't so easily fooled:
  - We have one God, and one mediator between God and people - the man Jesus Christ.
  The blonde got angry:
  - Why are you clinging to the Protestants?
  The red-haired devil objected:
  "No, I'm simply proving the absurdity of religion, even from a biblical perspective. Churchmen generally lack modesty. The Patriarch is called the Holy Father, but the Creator of the Universe himself said: 'Why do you call me good? Only God in heaven is good.' And don't call anyone father, because there is only one Father in heaven. Moreover, a term like Holy Father belongs only to God. And here they use the superlative "Holy Father." And in general, most priests are hypocrites, just making money for themselves.
  Fay Rodis squeaked:
  - Not all!
  Natasha objected:
  - It's easier to build a snowman in hell than to find a selfless priest!
  "Religious discussion is the most fruitless, since both parties involved have no idea what they're discussing," Faye Rodis remarked, sensing fatigue.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya began to actively attack:
  "What am I saying? I'm wrong. During the Soviet era, everyone who entered the seminary signed a pledge to collaborate with the KGB. It was a mandatory requirement for admission! You know that!"
  The blonde agreed bitterly:
  "That was the practice! I often had to choose between freedom and treachery! Although I'm sure that most priests, even when they were agents, served God and didn't betray their flock! But maybe we should stop talking about religion. Let's discuss our future plans instead."
  The red-haired girl noticed:
  - Good! Let's start with the next thing! We've defeated the gang, killing over two hundred people in one day. Now the powerful Vympel group is our enemy.
  The blonde nodded:
  - Yes, that's a minus!
  The redhead confidently noted:
  "But the upside is that we've been exposed, and now they'll be actively hunting us down. Chasing us and getting punched in the face."
  Fay Rodis squeaked:
  - So what!?
  Natasha growled:
  "The Black Sultan will find out about us! We've done a lot of stupid things, FSB agents don't behave like that."
  The blonde nodded:
  - Of course!
  The redhead came to a consistent conclusion:
  - This means that the smartest terrorist, the Black Sultan, might try to use tough guys like us for his own purposes.
  The blonde agreed:
  - Sounds logical!
  Natasha squeaked:
  - So we need to try to get in touch with him.
  The guest from the future spread her hands in confusion:
  - We don't know where he is, even approximately.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya made a suggestion:
  "Most likely in the north. This tank is well protected from radiation; it was designed to counter a neutron bomb. You know the principles of free neutron and gamma radiation."
  Fay Rodis quickly replied:
  - Elementary. A neutron bomb is more expensive than an atomic bomb, but far less effective in terms of combat impact.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed:
  - It's so good that you understand that.
  Fay Rodis noted:
  "But first, we need to circle the lake. It's generally impossible to photograph the area from space via satellite. Anomalies interfere. So the maps aren't accurate enough."
  Natasha barked:
  - This little lake is probably not inferior to Lake Baikal.
  The guest from the future asked again:
  - By area or water reserves?
  The warrior noted:
  "Both! Although no, probably not much less. Overall, the zone has grown, quite noticeably. In any case, if we don't want to kill anyone else, we need to move to the more deserted north."
  "In the meantime, look at those big burdocks!" Fay Rodis pointed out. "Maybe we can hide in them; they probably won't notice the tank from the air."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya frowned:
  - Why is that?
  Fay Rodis logically noted:
  "We haven't slept for several days, and the day has been very stressful. Like all the stressful days of the last few days. We need at least five hours of rest."
  The redhead nodded:
  - I agree! Insomnia is the worst torture!
  The centurion girls rode into the burdocks, then, not lazily, crawled out of the tower. The leaves, resembling the sails of ancient brigantines, were green, speckled with orange, and warm and soft to the touch.
  "Are they poisonous?" Fay Rodis asked.
  - I don't think so! - Most likely, I'm the poisonous one, - declared Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  Suddenly, a caterpillar, about the thickness of a log and hairy, three meters long, crawled out from behind a leaf. It wasn't aggressive, merely wiggling its legs. Its snout resembled a pig. Suddenly, an image emerged from its nose. It was three-dimensional and colorful. It took the form of first one, then another soldier in camouflage. Then there were three soldiers. Then a girl appeared, pretty and smiling, followed by another and a third. The first was red-haired, the second black, the third blonde. They faced the soldiers and began to caress. Kissing and hugging followed, and then the girls began to take off their clothes.
  "Well, you caterpillars are something else!" Fay Rodis shouted. "And debauchery reigns in the animal world!"
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya objected:
  "I like them, the guys are quite nice-looking, and the girls aren't bad either. But it's amazing how a caterpillar can project other people's thoughts."
  The blonde shook her head:
  - Well, those aren't my thoughts! And it's strange for you to think that way, do you like " group sex "?
  The red-haired warrior objected:
  - I personally am not against this, but at the moment I was not thinking about the eternal instinct.
  The blonde, her eyes sparkling, suggested:
  - Okay, then, I propose the following: we take this animal with us for research, maybe they"ll learn how to use it in the labs.
  The redhead wanted to say something, but the guest from the future"s dream was interrupted and Fay Rodis woke up.
  They tried to force a mixture of milk and eggs down her throat. Fay Rodis began to swallow. She couldn't go without food yet, and she needed strength!
  The girl in the white coat poured food into her and muttered embarrassedly:
  - Excuse us! We were only doing our duty!
  Fay Rodis logically noted:
  - If I was hit with a stick, I would be offended not by the stick, but by the owner!
  The girl noticed with surprise:
  - Your blisters are healing so quickly. I've never seen anything like that!
  Fay Rodis sang:
  "I know for sure that everything impossible is possible! Even though I didn't study to be a cosmonaut by correspondence!"
  The nurse noted:
  "They'll inject you with truth serum. You better tell them everything you know! Otherwise, they'll torture you for a long time, and then dissolve you in acid..."
  Fay Rodis answered confidently:
  And we are young again,
  And ready for a feat...
  And we can handle any task...
  Fay Rodis ate her fill and the girl left. The visitor from the future decided she'd wait for the "guests" and then escape... She'd had enough of torture and adventure. Overall, her desire to fight Lukashenko's dictatorship had clearly grown stronger. Methods like torturing women with electric shocks and braziers are unacceptable in a civilized country!
  However, what matters to her is saving humanity, not overthrowing the dictator of a relatively small country. Even if they remove one dictator, that won't save humanity from nuclear war. Especially since Belarus doesn't have nuclear weapons.
  Fay Rodis was already sleepy and decided to do some writing. She imagined something interesting...
  The distant rumble of approaching tanks can be heard, and planes buzz in the sky. And now the mighty siege guns are thundering. The impacts of high-explosive shells send clods of earth and melted turf high into the sky. The battle is about to begin. Major Vladimir Mikhailovsky holds a captured pair of binoculars, watching the approaching fascist avalanche of steel. They are trying to drive the Pioneers to the rear, but they refuse to leave and ask for rifles so they can fight.
  There aren't enough weapons for everyone, even though the local kids have brought hunting rifles and even sport bows. Everyone wants to fight bravely and win. But they can't die with their last thoughts of the Motherland.
  Major Mikhailovsky gives the order:
  - Do not open fire without command!
  Indeed, they only have two " forty-fives " for the entire battalion, which means their chance is to let the Fritzes get closer.
  As was customary with the Nazis, the most heavily armored vehicles-the T-4 tanks and Okhotnik self-propelled guns-were in the lead. They were to make way for the lighter vehicles and the infantry, which was lagging behind.
  The Nazi cars and motorcycles slow down every now and then, afraid of getting ahead....
  But pioneer Yuliy Petrov proves they're here for a reason. A hard-to-find anti-tank mine, coated in homemade glue and covered with turf to conceal it, is moved with a wire between the stumps, right under the T-4's tracks.
  The steel tracks strike the deadly present. The explosion doesn't seem too powerful, but the tracks are torn off, and Hitler's tank begins to smoke and spin its turret.
  Other boys use similar devices. If the German infantry is cowardly, and the tanks and self-propelled guns are pushing forward defenseless, then they will be punished for it.
  The famous Okhotnik, with its low silhouette and heavy armor, resembles a squashed turtle. This self-propelled gun had only recently appeared on the Soviet-German front. Due to its excellent maneuverability, long-range gun penetration, and combat survivability, the Okhotnik immediately became a byword.
  But its tracks are still ordinary, albeit wide... However, it would be even better to blow up the bottom of the machine and make it spit out its insides in spare parts.
  Here, the crippled Okhotnik, like a pirate frigate with a broken rudder, quickly slides to the side and collides with the T-4. And both steel coffins on their tracks begin to burn, and moments later, explode due to detonating ammunition.
  Now a dozen medium-weight cars have stopped, broken and helpless.
  But the others are following them, especially the numerous armored vehicles. The Okhotnik self-propelled gun picks up speed and... falls into a camouflaged hole. Only the tracks stick out above, wriggling helplessly.
  The pioneers rejoice. Here and there, in the dug holes, there are homemade explosives. They're made in a makeshift way. Of course, it's weaker than dynamite, but it's enough to disable the chassis.
  The Fritzes suffer heavy losses, armored personnel carriers fall through, some pass through dangerous zones, but they are met with grenades and explosive charges.
  Here, even resourceful young soldiers have constructed small catapults. They eject a special packet of distilled wood alcohol mixed with gunpowder elements.
  When hit, the thinner armor of the Nazi transports gives way, sending their crews into a blue flame. Maddened by pain, the Germans scream and run away, their faces contorted in terror.
  Some of them are even abandoning their technology...
  It's just a pity that there are so many enemies, some transport vehicles, pouring machine gun fire on everything, approach the trenches.
  And they run into hedgehogs... Fay Rodis, meanwhile, aims his .45. You can't take out a T-4 or an Okhotnik head-on, of course, but you can try their sides. And let alone armored personnel carriers. They'll pierce everything and make you cough up blood on the hot metal floors!
  Small-caliber weapons have many advantages over larger ones-rate of fire, ease of concealment. And they know how to select targets.
  The Nazis are snarling back, as ferocious as hyenas. And among the Soviet soldiers, there are dead and wounded. It's especially tragic when young soldiers, just beginning to live, perish. Here, a young Pioneer girl struggles to lift a firecracker and throws herself with it under the tracks of a T-3 medium tank. The ugly box with a long, but seemingly thin, barrel leaps up and tears off the square turret.
  And the soldiers are throwing grenades again, and machine guns are starting to pound the approaching motorcycles. And the heads of the Nazi soldiers are bursting like ripe cherries hit by hail.
  And the gas tanks of the large motorcycles explode, spewing streams of furious flames. It feels like a riot of hellish genies. Several armored personnel carriers also join their hapless colleagues.
  Fay Rodis aims at the Hunter's lower hull. It's hard to hit, but it's the only chance of penetrating the merciless self-propelled gun. A smooth flick of the finger, and then a turn.
  The gun recoils softly, and the fascist machine splits in half. The swastika flag falls into the bloody mud.
  Fay Rodis whispers:
  - Justice requires sacrifice, charity requires donations, and the success of a just cause requires sacrifice!
  The artillery girl turns around, leans her feet naked to better feel the Earth's biorhythms and the breath of the grass, and fires again, hitting the treacherous T-3 in the joint.
  It's clear that almost all the medium tanks in the Nazi armada have been disabled. The last one was destroyed by a young Pioneer boy, who, despite his wound, pushed a barrel containing a mixture of explosive carbide, coal dust, and sawdust with a small amount of phosphorus. The heroic child no longer had the strength to push the barrel after his penetrating wound, and his comrade Andrei, crossing himself as he ran, pushed it under the wheels of a forty-ton Shmel assault self-propelled gun. The obliging 150-millimeter cannon shot up and remained raised. And the souls of the Pioneers, fluttering from their torn bodies, soared to the happy kingdom of Heaven, where violence and pain never exist.
  The surviving fascist transporters, deprived of the support of their heavier colleagues, began to turn back... The roar of Wagner's music died down, and a mass exodus began.
  Vladimir Mikhailovsky, wiping blood from his forehead, said:
  "A Russian warrior may die standing, but he will never live on his knees! Russia may bleed, but no blood will sap our courage and loyalty to the Fatherland!"
  And the surviving pioneers confirm this... Although many of them were already burned and injured.
  CHAPTER No 10.
  Fay Rodis thought that history is often unpredictable.
  But in twenty-first-century Russia, many people dislike Churchill, considering him a warmonger. But let's imagine that on June 30, 1940, Wilson Churchill crashed his plane. Which set off a whole chain of events.
  Wilson Churchill's successor, the Foreign Secretary, took a more cautious stance and believed that Hitler could be reached. So he proposed negotiations and an armistice to the Führer. Hitler readily agreed.
  Hostilities between the countries ceased. Negotiations were tenuous. Britain agreed to recognize the German conquests on the condition that the integrity of its colonial empire be guaranteed. Hitler, however, wanted the return of Germany's colonies, primarily Namibia. After lengthy debate, a compromise was reached. Namibia would remain part of the British Dominion, but Britain would pay compensation in the form of oil products.
  Hitler, planning a campaign to the east, agreed with this, and having concluded an honorable peace, he finally untied his hands.
  His army, directed eastward, was stronger than in reality, especially in aviation. Three thousand aircraft were not shot down in the Battle of Britain and remained in the Luftwaffe. Plus, there were planes lost and diverted to the Mediterranean, Norway, and, of course, the forces protecting the Third Reich's European possessions from air raids.
  Thus, Hitler deployed not five thousand aircraft against the USSR, but a full ten thousand. This is significant. Hitler saved two divisions of tanks in Africa, which is just over four hundred, albeit light, vehicles. And from France, since a British landing was not a threat. So there were an extra thousand tanks. Not four thousand with the Allies, but five thousand. Infantry was also added, approximately half a million soldiers from France and Africa. Plus, Italy contributed three hundred thousand extra troops from the African Continent. Artillery, especially anti-aircraft artillery, was also slightly increased.
  The Third Reich's forces had grown... Plus, the Germans only captured Greece, instead of occupying Yugoslavia, which was already under their control. The war began a little earlier than June 7th, which was also a head start. The Germans wouldn't have made it to May 15th anyway, and they needed the roads to dry before they could occupy Greece.
  These are the pros of the Third Reich and the cons of the USSR. But some things were even better than in real history.
  The attempt to conceal the attack on Russia with disinformation about a campaign to India, or that Hitler was in fact about to land on the islands, failed. Now Stalin understood that his turn had come. On June 1, the USSR declared a general mobilization and placed the army on full combat readiness. This somewhat diminished the impact of the Nazi attack... The surprise of 1941 was not achieved. The Red Army entered the battle in a more organized manner.
  Japan didn't join the war either. Because it was counting on capturing the Far East with minimal losses after Moscow was taken! And Hirohito decided to spare his soldiers...
  The somewhat larger number of Germans, especially in the air and Italian units, as well as the fact that the Soviet army was poorly trained to fight defensively, compensated for the lack of surprise that existed in real history.
  So, at first, everything unfolded as it had in 1941, the great catastrophe. The Germans reached Moscow, but were defeated there due to the severe frosts and their lack of winter preparedness.
  The Soviet counteroffensive, and limited successes... A very similar front line in the spring of 1942 ...
  Then came the offensive in the Caucasus... Japan was drawn into a war with the US and Britain and could no longer help. Defeat at Stalingrad, and the Soviet offensive. And then Mainstein's counterattack. And so, by the summer of 1943, the front line was roughly the same as in real history, and the Kursk Bulge was approaching.
  But the Third Reich declared total war. And there were no bombings. And the USSR couldn't provide free, mass-scale Lend-Lease supplies. Gold was the only way to buy it, and that was running out.
  With more resources and less acute problems with raw materials and bombing, the Germans developed the "Lion" tank, which never reached its design limits, and the "Tiger-2" went into production earlier. More aircraft and tanks of all types were produced. There were also more foreign divisions. The Third Reich was still stronger than it actually was. The USSR was slightly weaker - it lacked the same supplies from the Allies. And gold couldn't buy that much. And so, almost all reserves were used up.
  The Germans produced more equipment thanks to the lack of bombing and the ability to obtain raw materials and labor from Africa. Hitler had French and Belgian possessions-Zaire-and the Dutch. And Britain didn't interfere with supplies. Plus, there were the oil resources of Libya, Somalia, Ethiopia, and other countries...
  Plus there are also deposits in Ukraine and purchases from the British colonies.
  Total war prompted increased resource extraction and more active exploitation of colonies. Before the Stalingrad disaster, the Third Reich, due to Hitler's recklessness, fought at half strength, or even a third. And Hitler wasn't particularly eager to burden his people. But the collapse at Stalingrad forced the declaration of total war. And weapons production began to rapidly increase. However, the Panther, Tiger II, and Lion tanks-the latest and most standardized-still needed to be ramped up. Hitler was stalling on the Citadel plan. He wanted more Lion tanks, which appeared slightly later than the Panther, and the Tiger II, which was more similar to the T-34 than the standard Tiger. Plus, the Fritzes wanted to test the Maus.
  The Kursk operation was postponed again in July. Because the Tiger-2 had only just begun to arrive and hadn't yet been fully operational, the Maus had only just completed testing and was more or less ready for combat use.
  Another problem was the introduction of the ME-309, a powerful and fast fighter. They had only just begun arriving in combat units in the summer, and Hitler was also forced to postpone the offensive. The Ju-288 wasn't quite ready either. The Focke-Wulf wasn't quite perfect, and its successor, the TA-152, was still in development... As was jet aircraft, by the way.
  In view of this, the Germans again postponed the offensive at Kursk and continued to build up their forces. And on August 1, 1943, on Stalin's orders, the Soviet offensive began. The balance of forces was already ambiguous for the USSR. Russia had over five thousand tanks, including reserves. The Germans had over four thousand tanks. However, the USSR had most of its tanks, T-34s or even lighter, and a small number of not-so-powerful KV-1S self-propelled guns. Meanwhile, the German Panthers, Tigers, Tiger IIs, Levs, and especially the Maus were far more powerful. Even the outdated but modernized T-4 surpassed both the T-34 and KV-1 in armor-piercing guns and was equally capable in frontal armor. And there were even heavier monsters, to be sure. This included the excellent optics of the German tanks. And another 89 Ferdinands. In artillery, the USSR has a slight advantage: about thirty thousand guns, including rocket-propelled guns, versus fifteen. But a very large number of Soviet cannons and mortars are light. Moreover, the Germans have numerous anti-aircraft guns, and quite powerful ones, especially the 88-millimeter and 128-millimeter ones. In aviation, German and Soviet aircraft are roughly equal in number. But the Germans are more powerfully armed and faster. And the German aces are arguably more experienced. Especially Marseille. This pilot has become a living legend, having shot down over three hundred and fifty aircraft. And this young man with a childish face was called the "black devil." Such a phenomenon. A devastating young man. He began fighting in the fall of 1941. And he progressed very quickly. And he has never been shot down yet.
  Marseille has a huge lead over the other pilots. And for now, he's out of reach.
  In the USSR, Pokryshkin became the best, but he is still far behind Marseille.
  The Red Army also has a slight advantage in infantry, but still much less. And the Germans have more than a real history of machine guns, and the MP-44 assault rifle has begun to enter production. And that's serious.
  The German army is more mobile and produces more vehicles, but the USSR's is far less so. Gold can't buy as much as they were getting for free.
  It should be noted that the Soviet army has a small number of Churchill tanks-the tank's good protection attracted Stalin. They bought a couple of Shermans from the US and rejected them due to their high fuel quality requirements. So, for now, the USSR only buys Churchills, and earlier, Matildas, and a few tanks from the US. There aren't enough resources for everything.
  The only positive thing is that the Nazis aren't sinking the convoys. But it's impossible to supply three-quarters of the army with American equipment.
  So the USSR was noticeably weaker, and the enemy stronger. And the Germans, unlike at Stalingrad, were prepared for defense. And when the Fritzes were ready to attack, they had a chance of repelling the onslaught.
  And the fighting began... In defense, the Panther demonstrated its best qualities as a tank destroyer. But the Lev was a disappointment. Its enormous weight of ninety tons and an engine producing only 800 horsepower made it inflexible, slow, and prone to breakdowns. And the gun, while certainly powerful, could take out targets from a distance, wasn't particularly rapid-fire. And even from a distance, it's hard to hit a T-34.
  The Lev's only advantage was its sloped side armor, similar to the Panther and Tiger II. This meant that T-34s couldn't penetrate the Lev's side, unlike the Panther and regular Tiger. However, ramming remained.
  But the Lev, a very expensive and labor-intensive tank, was disappointing. The Tiger-2 was better in practice, but also broke down frequently. But it was lighter, had impenetrable side armor for a T-34, and its gun fired faster and carried more shells. The Tiger was also quite good in practice. It was difficult to penetrate its side, and the slower turret traverse speed was compensated for by the shorter tank itself turning faster.
  The Panther was a good tank. It was more agile and fired fifteen rounds a minute. Soviet T-34s could only penetrate its sides. But try breaking through in a head-on battle.
  The Germans produced a lot of machine guns and held firm. Some of these guns were also purchased from the USA. So the Nazi defenses were strong. And their cannons were very good.
  The Red Army failed to defeat the Nazis, and after more than a month of fighting, having advanced only fifteen kilometers, it halted. Losses were very heavy. The Germans, however, were also decimated.
  There was a slight pause.
  Hitler, since it was already autumn and the rains had begun, hesitated to attack. Winter, where the Germans had been twice brutally defeated, terrified the Nazis. Stalin, too, was consolidating his strength and recouping his losses. He waited for the frosts, hoping to gain an advantage in winter. Meanwhile, a war for aerial supremacy was raging in the skies. The German ME-309 aircraft was increasing in numbers and making its presence felt ever more loudly.
  Pilot Marseille shot down more than 500 aircraft and received the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross. For 300 aircraft, he was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves a second time. For 400 aircraft, he received the fifth class of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves. And for 500 aircraft, he became the second person, after Hermann Göring, to be awarded the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross.
  At the end of December, the Red Army launched an offensive in southern Ukraine and in the direction of Orel. And in early January, it attempted to relieve the siege of Leningrad.
  But the Germans had a powerful defense there. Very well-developed, in terms of engineering.
  But it can't be broken through, since the Germans are ready. And the Fritzes have a serious army.
  The Soviet troops pounded away for a long time, but broke nothing... German intelligence had generally determined the offensive's location, and, with no problems with the second front, was able to make ends meet.
  Moreover, the Germans were strong in the air. The ME-309, with its very powerful armament-three 30-millimeter cannons and four machine guns-could mow down Soviet aircraft in a single pass, and its high speed allowed it to evade attacks from behind.
  And it's a resilient machine, just like the Focke-Wulf. The power of its armament overwhelms the Soviet vehicles, despite all the courage of the Soviet soldiers. But blows are being exchanged. So far, they haven't managed to penetrate the defense. But the Germans are only defending themselves. However, they're holding on.
  In March, Soviet forces struck in the center. But even there, they encountered strong defenses. The Panther-2 appeared on the front lines. It was better protected and had a more powerful 900-horsepower engine. The Tiger-2 also appeared, with a narrower turret, a 1,000-horsepower engine, and a lower breakdown rate. The USSR, for its part, launched the more powerful T-34-85 and the devastating 122-mm IS-2 gun.
  These tanks weren't bad, but the IS-2 had worse visibility than the Tiger-2 and a lower rate of fire. Although it weighed less, it had inferior frontal turret armor. The Panther-2 is a very good tank, and not too heavy at forty-seven tons. And its 75-mm 100 EL armor-piercing gun packs a powerful punch!
  And the tank destroyer is excellent.
  But in April, Soviet troops clashed on the Taman Peninsula.
  There is already a chance here.
  And Fay Rodis fights in a T-34-85 tank. She fights the Fritz's Panthers.
  Evades the hit... With his bare toes he moves the lever and fires. It penetrates the side of the turret.
  And he says:
  - For communism!
  Natasha, this beautiful girl, also presses with her bare heel and sends a projectile, hitting the Tiger.
  The girl cries:
  - Glory to the ideas of communism!
  Svetlana winks too, and sends a deadly gift of annihilation with her bare toes. She crushes it to death and says:
  - For communism!
  Euphrasiya fires, and with precision, and barefoot. She's the girl of big dreams.
  And he breaks through the fascists, roaring:
  - For Rus'!
  The Nazis were defeated on the Taman Peninsula. The ME-262 appeared in the skies. This aircraft had four 30-mm cannons and was quite powerful, but rather heavy. It had problems with maneuverability, but at the same time, it had high speed. The TA-152, an evolution of the Focke-Wulf, proved more practical.
  The Soviet Union introduced the faster La-7 and the more maneuverable, though not widely available, Yak-3. Aces of various kinds progressed rapidly.
  The Germans are unrivaled; Marseille remains the brightest star. By summer, he had reached 750 aircraft and was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds for the second time!
  But on June 22, the Red Army launched a new major offensive in the center of Nazi positions. The latest Soviet military equipment took part in it, primarily the IS-2 and T-34-85.
  And new aces have appeared in the skies, including Anastasia Vedmakova and Alenka Orlova.
  And how they fight desperately.
  Anastasia Vedmakova sends a deadly gift of death with the help of her bare toes and squeals:
  - For communism!
  Alenka Orlova, firing at the enemy, chirps:
  - For the greatness of Russia!
  And then, like pressing down with a bare heel. These pilots are racking up bills so quickly.
  Big tanks, nothing to say.
  Elizaveta and the girls are hunting for Germans. They penetrate a T-4 and squeal:
  - Glory to the ideas of bright years,
  The cry of the pioneers: always be ready!
  The warriors are, let's say, first-class. And not only do they fight gloriously, but they sing too;
  An indestructible union of free peoples,
  It was not brute force and fear that united us...
  And the good will of enlightened people,
  And friendship, light, reason and courage in dreams!
  
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  The power of creation is a support forever!
  Legitimate force, the will of the people,
  After all, it"s the common man who stands for unity!
  
  Through the storms the sun of progress shone upon us,
  Through storms and tempests we rushed forward...
  We move mountains as if without weight,
  The whole world is moving towards communism, shining!
  
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  The power of creation is a support forever!
  Legitimate force, the will of the people,
  After all, it"s the common man who stands for unity!
  
  The peoples of the planet are like brothers united,
  Buddhist, Muslim, friends forever!
  Let the loud name of reason be famous,
  All nations of the world are one family!
  
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  The power of creation is a support forever!
  Legitimate force, the will of the people,
  After all, it"s the common man who stands for unity!
  The girls sing well, and fight even better, and accomplish such feats. Although history is written by the victors, and who knows if they'll be remembered if the war is lost?
  It was not possible to defeat the fascists in the center. They have very strong defenses there.
  But the Germans are fighting desperately. They're launching a sweeping attack from the south, crushing the Soviet units.
  And the battles here are so aggressive and raging.
  Meinstein and Rommel are trying to outflank the Red Army. But the Soviet soldiers are fighting desperately, refusing to give in. They are constantly counterattacking.
  Here, on August 14th, the German Maus tank entered combat for the first time. A rather unsuccessful design, weighing one hundred and eighty-eight tons, it was, however, manned by a serious crew, consisting of some very combative Hitlerite girls.
  Agnes, Adala, Angelina, Agatha, Aphrodite - five beauties of the Third Reich beginning with the letter "A." And how they fight in a Maus and fire two guns at once.
  High-explosive fragmentation shells are fired from the short-barreled 75-mm cannon, and heavier shells from the 128-mm cannon, demonstrating their striking power.
  Agnes fires with the bare toes of her chiseled feet. She hits a Soviet vehicle, literally ripping off its turret, and squeals:
  - I'm a space girl!
  Adala fires a high explosive shot and squeaks:
  - And I'm a top-notch performer, I'll tear the whole crew apart!
  And the girl also uses her bare toes. Shells from Soviet T-34s hit the Maus, but bounce off like peas. The vehicle is quite well protected. And you can't hit it so easily. Shells fly off it like tennis balls, and even a larger caliber can't penetrate such a monster.
  And the girl is shot from an anti-aircraft gun, not letting the enemy get closer.
  Agatha also shot out with her bare toes and growled:
  - Let my sword strike, we will cut down the enemies!
  Adala confirmed aggressively, shooting very accurately:
  - We are warriors of light and earth!
  Angelina slapped her bare toes, destroyed a Soviet T-34-76 tank, and yelped:
  - For great victories!
  Aphrodite also fired a shell that was as heavy as a pile, crushing a Soviet T-60, and squealed:
  - Our victory will be in the holy war!
  Agnes lashed out with her bare heel, breaking the enemy's frontal armor and said:
  - The imperial flag forward - glory to the fallen heroes!
  These girls here are quite nasty and deadly. And it's no wonder you can't pass them by. Thanks to their bare feet and bikinis, they shoot without a miss. Which means they're not so easy to defeat.
  The formidable "Maus" fired a deadly weapon and didn't give anyone a chance.
  Including the KV and IS series.
  But if there are German women who fight so stubbornly and successfully, then there will also be girls of the Soviet level - strong women.
  Here, for example, is Natasha and her teammates. They only have a modest SPG-85, which has just arrived at the front. And the girls are already using it to batter the Nazis with all their might.
  Naturally, the beauties are barefoot and in bikinis. And they crush the fascists like a sledgehammer smashing glass.
  And it is very memorable when such girls demonstrate the highest level of eagle flight.
  Natasha shoots with her bare toes and destroys the Panther, after which she shouts:
  - For the great Fatherland!
  And he'll show his tongue!
  Zoya also takes a swing at the enemy. She hits him very accurately. She shatters his armor and yelps:
  - For the glory of communism!
  Augustina also fights hard, and when she puts pressure on her opponent, she does it with great force. She punches and roars:
  - Glory to the communist world!
  Svetlana will strike too. And quite accurately. With the help of her bare toes. She will crush the enemy's armor and squeak:
  - For the greatness of the communist world!
  And he will stick out his tongue...
  Here the girls, feeling inspired, began to sing, composing right on the go;
  Beauties attack barefoot,
  Such nice girls are running...
  If necessary, they will hit Fritz with their fist,
  Or they'll slash him with a machine gun!
  
  It's not good for girls to doubt,
  They will bury the fascists dead...
  And they'll give him a hard kick in the leg,
  And somewhere wolves are howling carnivorously!
  
  Russia is a word for soldiers,
  When, believe me, it doesn"t get any cooler...
  Although the situation is sometimes bleak,
  Where the evil black Cain triumphs!
  
  Don't believe it, Komsomol members don't run away,
  And if they run, then only to attack...
  And all the Nazis will be killed at once,
  And the Fuhrer will all be raised to the chopping block!
  
  Russia is my homeland,
  She is radiant, simply beautiful...
  A coward is not worth even a ruble,
  And arguing with a warrior is dangerous!
  
  But know that we will defeat the fascists,
  Evil will not reign on the throne...
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  And God Svarog with greatness in his crown!
  
  He who is afraid, believe me, is a weak slave,
  His destiny is to endure insults...
  Today you're a mechanic, tomorrow you're a foreman,
  And you yourself will be able to hit other people's backs!
  
  The girls are a force, a volcano,
  Sometimes it can even powerfully demolish mountains...
  The evil hurricane of war rages,
  And death frankly mows down the human race!
  
  I'll tell you honestly, knights,
  We are strong when we Russians are united...
  Need a snack to go with your fork and knife,
  We knights are invincible in battles!
  
  What is our faith in the Lord Christ,
  Although we also revere Lada...
  Comrade Stalin is like a father to us,
  And there will be a place of communism, paradise!
  
  The one who was when he was dead will be resurrected,
  And we will become more beautiful and wiser...
  And the man is of course very proud,
  Although sometimes he talks nonsense!
  
  In love our Fatherland is like a star,
  Believe me, it will never go out...
  May a great dream come true,
  There will be peace and happiness throughout the universe!
  
  I love Maria, I honor Lada,
  Svarog is beautiful and Perun is great....
  I love Jesus and Stalin,
  The holy faces of icons are dear to me!
  
  When will there be real paradise?
  Believe me, all your hopes will come true in it...
  Give your heart to your Motherland,
  Everything will be fine, stronger than before!
  The girls had a good fight and composed some wonderful stories. With warriors like these, no Hitler can threaten Russia.
  The Nazis nevertheless formed a cauldron and stormed Vyazma to finally pin down the Soviet troops. This was extremely difficult and dangerous.
  A battalion of barefoot girls protects this heroic city.
  Alenka throws a grenade with her bare foot, then fires a burst, mowing down the fascists and says:
  - If a woman is lustful like a cat, then her husband has mice in his head!
  Anyuta, firing at the Fritzes and also throwing a grenade with her bare foot, chirped:
  - The brightest ideas are darkened by shadow politics when they are implemented!
  Alla, shooting at the Fritz and throwing a grenade, knocking out a tank with her bare toes, muttered:
  - A woman is as cunning as a fox, and can control even a lion if a man has the wits of a rooster!
  Maria, firing her rifle and knocking down the Fritzes, growled:
  - God can do everything, but He is powerless to surpass a woman in her demands!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy and throwing a deadly gift of death with her bare toes, noted:
  - A woman, in order not to be swallowed by a man like a boa constrictor, must have a cobra's sting!
  Alenka, continuing to fire at the Nazis, wittily noted:
  - A person can be like the Creator in everything, but a monkey-like imitation does not paint him in a good light!
  Anyuta fired at the enemy, then knocked out a tank with a well-aimed grenade throw and declared:
  - A person can surpass the Almighty God only in conceit, and even then only if he is intellectually created as a Pithecanthropus!
  Alla, continuing to shoot very accurately at the Fritzes, said:
  - A woman doesn"t want to be a chicken, but her ideal man is a rooster!
  Maria, firing at the fascists and hitting a Panther with a precise throw of her bare foot, noted:
  - The fox woman truly has a wolfish grip on the beaver men!
  Marusya, having also fired a burst at the fascists and kicked the explosive package with her bare heel, said:
  - In politics, as in the forest, if you are an oak, a pig will eat you, if a hare, a fox will eat you, if a donkey, they will skin you three times!
  Alenka, continuing to fire furiously and showering the infantry with fragmentation grenades, yelped:
  - The brighter the woman, the more of a fox she is!
  Anyuta also fired a burst at the fascists, mowed them down, and threw a grenade with her bare toes and squealed:
  - Gray people lack gray matter in their brains, bright personalities have a lot of gray matter in their heads!
  Alla, firing at the enemy, kicked an explosive packet with her bare heel and wittily said:
  - The gray man is lonely like a wolf, and like a hare he has no peace!
  Maria, mowing down the Fritzes, wittily remarked:
  - If a politician is a big fox, then he is guaranteed the lion's share!
  Marusya fired from the grenade launcher and threw a grenade with her bare toes, squealing:
  - The fox-politician takes away the crow-voter's opportunity to live like a king!
  Alenka, continuing to fire her weapon and kicking the explosive packet with her bare heel, yelped:
  - There are fewer stars in the sky than interpretations of the Holy Scripture!
  Anyuta, shooting at the fascists, said:
  - The executioner in a red robe, more just, a politician with eloquence!
  Alla, continuing to fire, logically noted:
  - The executioner has a sharp axe, the politician has a sharp word, the first one cuts off heads, the second one drips on brains!
  Maria, continuing to accurately knock out the Fritzes, and throwing another gift of death with her bare toes, noted:
  - Sometimes chopping off heads is more humane than dripping on brains!
  Matryona, cutting down the fascists and throwing a grenade with her bare heel, said:
  - If you let politicians get on your nerves, you'll tear your hair out in frustration!
  Alenka, shooting at the German general and piercing him through, said menacingly:
  - A politician's speeches are like water for brainwashing!
  Anyuta, shooting accurately at the enemy and launching a grenade launcher with her bare toes, said:
  - In what way is a politician the greatest God, in that he commits lawlessness!
  Alla, shooting at the Nazis and throwing an explosive package with her bare heel, said:
  - A politician always looks at a voter like a donkey with a fox-like gaze, in order to plow him!
  Maria, firing at the enemy, and with her bare toes, tossing a grenade of deadly force, blurted out:
  - A woman loves to expose her poor body in order to dress richer!
  Marusya fired a long burst, cutting down the line of Fritzes, and purred:
  - A barefoot woman will put shoes on a man faster, even if he is not exactly a boot!
  CHAPTER No 11.
  The Belarusian dictator-president was briefed on Fai Rodis, this extraordinary captive. The bald, mustachioed, plump dictator peered at the screen. They were showing Fai being interrogated... Close-ups of fire licking the girl's bare heels. Electric shocks being passed through her.
  And the young woman smiles. And then she starts singing a pioneer song...
  This was enough to make one burst with frustration. Such resilience.
  Lukashenko wondered if he himself could have demonstrated such courage under torture. And this was a woman of iron. Somewhat similar to Svetlana Tikhanovskaya, but different. More resilient, muscular, healthy, ready to fight! And this woman posed a threat to the regime.
  The major general bowed and asked:
  - Your Excellency... What are we going to do?
  The President turned his head with a creak and declared:
  Continue the interrogation! She must name all her accomplices! Interrogate her again under duress and use all available torture methods!
  The general bowed:
  "It will be done, Alexander Grigorievich! She's resting for now, oh torture. We were going to inject her with Chinese truth serum..."
  The dictator president interrupted:
  - No! We must break her physically! Torture, torture, and more torture! She must go mad with fear! Give her another day of rest, and then try again. In particular, try flogging her with hot wire and the rack. Record the torture on video and hand it over to me!
  The general bowed:
  - Your Excellency will be fulfilled!
  The President winced and remarked:
  - It would be much better to call me - Your Majesty!
  The general nodded:
  - Yes, great!
  The President slammed his fist on the table:
  - Get out before I rip your shoulder straps off!
  The general took off... His boot heels stomped...
  Lukashenko growled:
  - I'll break this Fay Rodis! And I'll strangle all the opposition!
  The dictator sang in a hoarse, drunken voice:
  Stalin, Stalin, we want Stalin!
  So that you cannot break us...
  Rise up, master of the Earth....
  Stalin, Stalin, we want Stalin!
  A groan goes through the whole land...
  Where are you, master, where,
  Where are you?
  Meanwhile, Fay Rhodes was brought food again by the nurse and fed with cottage cheese and protein mix.
  Fay Rodis decided to escape during the interrogation, but in the meantime, she needed to get a good night's sleep and recharge her batteries. She'd need it!
  And the guest from the future fell asleep.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya resolutely objected:
  - What for? Are we supposed to drag it around? We'll complete the task and catch it next time. Not us, but most likely other scientists.
  Pretty Faye Rhodes squeaked:
  - Biologists!
  Ryzhukha answered decisively:
  - Even so!
  The hologram faded, and instead of the loving couples, a tank began to spin on it, it even danced a little.
  The magnificent Fay Rhodes asked in surprise:
  - Wow, it looks like ours! Do you think it's better than the Abrams?
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya answered in a decisive tone:
  - It's a moot point, it depends on the purpose! Generally, Americans rely heavily on heavy armor. They're afraid of losing their vehicle.
  The blonde reminded:
  - Combat experience has shown that the Abrasm is impenetrable for the T-72, and it has the same caliber as the T-90.
  The redhead clarified:
  - True, but the T-90's muzzle velocity is higher, so which tank is stronger can only be determined through combat practice.
  The blonde gladiator laughed:
  "The Chinese copied the Ambros' armor and the T-90's gun. China is building up its military power, and if it comes to war, we probably won't be able to withstand it."
  The red-haired gladiator agreed:
  "That's why we need to buy time. Then they'll make soldiers like us, maybe even better, and no one will be able to resist."
  The caterpillar hologram changed to a helicopter, then to an armored personnel carrier. Then another caterpillar crawled out. It was a soft pink with golden specks. Both caterpillars turned, and their holograms flashed. A young man and a woman appeared. The man had a mechanical arm, and the woman was beautiful. Natasha Olimpiyskaya remembered where she had seen them:
  - It's an episode of Star Wars!
  Fay Rodis agreed:
  - The future black lord and his princess! - I understand! But how could the caterpillars know them?
  The red-haired girl squeaked:
  - Definitely telepathy and mind reading. Not everyone can do that. Especially among non-sentient creatures.
  The blonde pointed her finger:
  - Look, the images are being transformed.
  The fire-breathing warrior laughed:
  - This is amazing!
  A man and a woman appeared before them. They were strangely familiar, though the seasoned Fay Rodis was surprised to recognize them:
  - The Master and Margarita!
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed:
  - Yes, it looks very much like that! Only the artists could have been chosen to paint it. Margarita is no Mrs. Universe, and the master is no Alain Delon.
  The blonde logically noted:
  - Actors are valued not for their pretty faces.
  The redhead growled:
  - And us! Aren't we worthy of acting in films?
  The guest from the future roared:
  - We were born to play death solitaire!
  Natasha stamped her foot and agreed:
  - Winning even at the cost of fraud!
  The blonde winked:
  - As it turns out!
  The Master and Margarita began to dance. Margarita perched on the brush and flew away.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya noted:
  - Reminds me of Harry Potter.
  Fay Rodis countered:
  - In my opinion, it"s better!
  The red-haired girl did not agree:
  - The first few episodes are a bit boring : the plot isn't developed very well! Although I've seen worse.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Or when you fire napalm.
  Natasha giggled, showed her bare heel, crushed a pebble with it and squealed aggressively:
  - There were such projects with the zone.
  Fay Rodis logically objected:
  " What a stupid idea! How much napalm would that take! And planes with expensive fuel!" The girls in disguise burst out laughing.
  The man meanwhile turned into a boar, grunted and disappeared beyond the projection.
  "Beautiful! Is it mating season for them, are they putting on a show?" Faye Rodis bared her teeth in surprise.
  The redhead blurted out:
  - Love games!
  Two caterpillars approached, their paws resting on each other. The holograms above their heads changed. A young Mikhail Boyarsky appeared, sword in hand, a woman resembling the actress Terekhova, only younger and sexier.
  They crossed swords and began to hack and slash! Man against woman, as skillfully as if they were in a hall!
  "Oh, I'd stab Boyarsky myself. Killing a beautiful woman-what could be more vulgar?" declared an angry Fay Rodis.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya giggled:
  - Or maybe she tortured me in bed!
  With a precise thrust, the movie's D'Artagnan knocked away Lady Winter's sword. After which, they embraced each other!
  Mikhail Boyarsky sang:
  - My favorite star, we will be together forever! We will be together forever!
  Even if years pass!
  Milady replied:
  - A natural brunette, there's no one like you in Paris, and young and energetic! And unmarried, single!
  They kissed passionately, their lips plunging into each other's. Fay Rodis and Natasha Olimpiyskaya sang together:
  Let the union of hearts be forged, stronger than steel,
  Let's shake off the bloody dust from our blades!
  And eyes in tears, like stars, sparkled,
  Be with me forever: they spoke passionately!
  The girls laughed for the umpteenth time that day and showed their teeth! Then they waved at the caterpillars, who, with a flick of their tails, disappeared into the burdocks.
  The blonde warrior noted:
  "Beautiful and funny little creatures! With their telepathic abilities, you could carry out some really cool special operations. They'll be the terror of spies!"
  "Or spies themselves. Strange, but I've never heard of such a thing!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya said with surprise. Although she'd heard a lot about the Zone, and the writers hadn't quite had the imagination for it.
  The clockwork Fay Rhodes noted angrily:
  "Modern writers are nothing like Soviet writers; they create not masterpieces, but trash for the people ! Just think of Belyaev or Tolstoy, for example; they had ideas and formatting."
  The redhead squeaked:
  - Okay, my dear Skikenhand ! Let's get some sleep.
  The blonde yelped:
  - No more than five hours.
  Natasha squealed:
  - And no less!
  Fay Rodis, who had become religious in her dream, prayed to God as always in the name of Christ and asked for forgiveness for the abundance of corpses on the way.
  "Believe me, Father, I didn't mean to, but the killer instinct is stronger than reason. It's possible that these genes were altered when our embryos were born."
  Then she heard a deep voice say:
  "Don't rely on genetics. Didn't Cain and Abel share the same father and mother? Yet, one was righteous, and the other possessed by demons. Be strong, girl, and remember, Samson and David killed by the thousands, yet remained great heroes of the faith. Be devoted to your God-chosen homeland!"
  After these words, Fay Rodis finally calmed down, crossed herself three times and fell asleep.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya never prayed, never felt remorse, and slept the sleep of the righteous!
  The girls were used to sleeping without dreams, but this time, it didn't work out for them. Especially for the impressionable Faye Rhodes.
  Her dreams took on the character of a virtual game. The girl dreamed she found herself in the distant future. Great Russia had just won a space war against an entire coalition of aliens. Among them were monsters the imagination could not even imagine. Some didn't even have a specific form, remaining a simple set of logarithms and symbols. Others consisted of antimatter and trans-Plutonian elements. It's terrifying to remember: billions of starships and trillions of soldiers destroyed! She herself was wounded several times, even had her legs amputated, but the warrior quickly recovered! In literally a minute:
  "Now humanity, controlled from a single center, controls a million galaxies!" she said to herself.
  And next to her walked a young man: tall, powerful, with short-cropped blond hair. His body exuded strength and passion, and his scent was intoxicating. In the future, even sweaty people didn't smell particularly strong; in fact, their scent was pleasant anyway. They had just dined at a restaurant and were walking along, well-fed and cheerful.
  A thunderous voice is heard:
  - What else do you want, darling!
  Fay Rodis responds enthusiastically:
  "For me, the greatest joy is fighting by your side. But I'm so tired of all this high technology, this abundance of robots. I want something magical."
  The handsome boy agreed:
  - It wasn't too bad for me either, a regular " fantasy " will be a release, especially when you have bare heels.
  The girl exclaimed with delight:
  - So let's enter the hall of illusions.
  The young man and woman approached a colossal circus-shaped building. It resembled a domed structure with aster petals.
  They entered this trance-hall! They were scanned, caught in the radiation, and sent into a virtual reality . The eternally youthful fighters ordered the game "Witches' Dance."
  The battle, though unreal, was fierce. The monsters kept coming. The couple had to fight everything from monstrous three-headed dogs to land squids with sabres instead of tentacles, and finally, seven-headed dragons breathing fire. Dogs, including those mixed with rats, were the size of a three-story building. Killing them required ingenuity, including the use of magical artifacts resembling the pebbles of the Zone. You cast a spell, and the seemingly invulnerable giant dog disappears. The battle with the dragons was even more interesting: you cut off one head, and two grow back. The girl came up with the idea of sprinkling the stump with a radioactive isotope using her bare toes. After which the terrifying beast disintegrates of its own accord.
  Here, her partner showed some ingenuity, starting to use radioactive bubbles. A persistent meat grinder with countless enemies, a breakthrough through the forests, followed by an attack of living trees. Then - the predatory tentacles of the swamps with hummocks collapsing underfoot. The quagmire has its own monsters - green, blue, yellow, with red spots. They squeal and try to grab your legs, drag you to the bottom. You must constantly jump and move, otherwise you will be sucked into the deadly mire. And snakes are literally tearing out from under the hummocks. You are not alone, except for your partner; an army gallops behind you on horseback, but their warriors are weaker than you, and you leave them far behind. The computer mages are especially dangerous, but you only encounter them when you break through to the castle. One of the mages unleashes spinning blades of darkness. They flew from the towers, and the swift Fay Rodis and her boyfriend barely managed to parry them with sword strikes. But she was still hurt, her delicate cheek stung, and her life force diminished. The boyfriend was also hit, his powerful leg pierced. The battle continued.
  The wizard's lightning bolts reached barefoot Fay Rodis, and she barely managed to dodge. Numerous cracks appeared beneath her bare, tanned, graceful feet. A strange, lilac-colored smoke filled the castle courtyard, as if demons were escaping. They burrowed into flesh and tore at lungs. Fortunately, in the place of the slain monster, a diamond-shaped gas mask, based on the principle of annihilation, emerged from the fog. Reliable protection. You can move on. You must navigate a veritable labyrinth, where you are met by skeletons, zombies, ghouls, and horned devils. The chief sorcerer resembles a man, only an unusually ugly one. Eyeless and nimble creatures entangled the beautiful Fay Rodis, and she barely managed to fight them off. She was wounded again, in the chest and thigh. And her partner was left behind!
  "It's horrible! I keep losing! " the barefoot girl declared.
  The number of lives was dwindling catastrophically. And again, she was lucky: breaking through to a mossy cabinet, the swift Fay Rodis swallowed a vial of medicine. Her strength returned, the pain vanished, and she lashed out with fury at the creatures of darkness.
  Fighting with swords alone became difficult. A resourceful barefoot girl, Fay Rodis, cast a spell using a captured sack of magical power. The eyeless and noseless spirits were met with a rain of fire, then a hail of ice, followed by a shower of buds bearing flowers emitting strong scents.
  "That you only seem to like corpses," she said.
  In response, a piercing roar:
  - No, you devil, you can't get away.
  The swift Fay Rodis threw the candy wrapper, victoriously ending this stage of the battle. The castle's labyrinth was littered with piles of rapidly rotting bodies.
  The girl was exhausted. Defeating the mage alone would be difficult. True, she had the kindly birds as allies, but they were hopelessly outmatched. The mage showered the barefoot girl, Fai Rodis, with hardened arrows. One nearly pierced her eye, skimming along her eyebrows; another grazed her delicate ear. The next arrow struck her heart. Her well-made armor held. Then a medusa-sorceress appeared. She launched a bolt of lightning, and another zombie, emerging from the ground, turned into a blazing torch. Their opponent was no slouch either-he unleashed such a colossal pulsar that two towers collapsed in a dusty ripple. The swift Fai Rodis was knocked over by the blast wave, and her partner was vaporized. The scout immediately jumped up and launched her pulsar in response. Apparently, she hit-the mage choked on the flame. This means that his life is also decreasing.
  The observant Fai Rodis noticed energy points and barely noticeable lines. She needed to tap into them; they possessed powerful magical power. The girl formed a solid defense; the wave of flames was now harmless to her. Invulnerable, she could close in on the enemy-drive them into a corner, and then dismember them. The whole question lay in how a cyborg thought. If the magnificent Fai Rodis had known, she would have been surprised-the cybernetic creation thought like a human and was already on the verge of panic. It seemed the new enemy was too agile and fast, glowing with power like a torch in the night. Therefore, ignoring weak allies, she needed to deal the decisive blow to the enemy. But how? After all, the enemy was protected by a solid defense, and, as far as he could see, he was drawing power from the magical lines. She decided on a desperate move-to unleash her signature weapon, the "Annihilation Cascade." No defense could withstand him pouring all his power into the spear, including the thermonuclear boost. And the hellish wizard gathered his strength. Demonic energy poured onto his fingertips, then darkness swirled between his palms, transforming into something resembling a rocket. The girl used her bare toes to better accumulate the energy. Finally, the last word of the spell. The warlock extended his arms, and a spear woven from darkness and thermonuclear energy erupted from the top of the tower.
  Under the impact of incredible force, the magical defenses shattered like glass under machine-gun fire. The swift Fai Rodis screamed in unbearable pain-when a spell breaks, it's always painful for the one who cast it. But the next moment, the scout realized it was merely a precursor to the real pain. As the homing missile pierced her, the scream that tore from his throat was not human. It was the scream of a mortally wounded beast or a prisoner under barbaric torture. Even the cybernetic lizards were frightened and rose into the air with a terrified screech.
  The sparkling Fai Rodis collapsed unconscious onto a pile of still-glimmering, but already vanishing monsters. Her life energy drained, and the computer announced in a dispassionate voice: "Player number one has been killed. You may restart the game."
  The girl woke up, she was shaking and in a cold sweat.
  - You have to see something like this in a dream!
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya was still asleep, and the impetuous Fay Rodis felt even more tired than before she went to bed. So she rolled over and fell asleep, this time without dreams.
  The girl woke up when Natasha Olimpiyskaya was shaking her by the shoulder.
  - Wake up, sleepyhead. Or you'll sleep through the kingdom of heaven.
  - Perhaps! - The blonde girl stood up reluctantly. - Now what are we going to do?
  Ryzhukha suggested:
  - As planned, we'll go north. The gas tank is full.
  The fair-haired warrior agreed:
  - All the better, it'll last for five hundred kilometers.
  Natasha shook her red head:
  - Less now!
  The girls got in and drove off; the tank emerged from the burdocks and gradually picked up speed. They had to go around the lake, choosing a route on the map. The gladiator girls looked around, slightly nervous. The prince was asleep, but no longer muttering in his sleep. Natasha Olimpiyskaya's wounds were healing before their eyes; accelerated regeneration is typical of their type. Watching the shrapnel and bullet holes disappear, the blonde girl noticed, freeing her foot from her boot and tapping out Morse code on the armor with her bare, round heel.
  "We still have a big advantage over ordinary people. How long would it take for such wounds to heal for an ordinary person?"
  Ryzhukha readily agreed with this:
  "A few weeks, and you possess incredible power. Just like me, look, my scar has already healed, and in a couple of hours there won't be a trace left."
  Female Superman Fay Rhodes felt it necessary to remind:
  "Our strength lies in the finest crystalline protein lattice and hyperactive stem cells. We regenerate very quickly, just like in a fairy tale. However, for some reason, only women are capable of this; men haven't been able to do it. However, it's still possible to speed up recovery in children. So, even a prince would get back on his feet much faster than an adult."
  The red-haired warrior sternly remarked:
  - Wasting precious serum on such a vile boy is like giving a heart transplant to a pig.
  The kind-hearted blonde remarked:
  - Well, why so rude? He is a human being, and half European at that.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya squeaked:
  "And the blood of the Caliph flowed in him. Okay, maybe we'll take a shortcut, go ashore, and walk underwater."
  Fay Rodis noted with alarm:
  - The tank won't be able to withstand great depth, and the lake isn't the shallowest.
  The red-haired warrior sighed:
  - Looks like we'll have to dodge like hares.
    The rat-rabbits were right there! They leaped up to the tank and tried to bite, leaving behind thin teeth. But, convinced that the titanium armor was too much for them, they jumped aside. A mutant bison ran past once. Its fur was like moss, with four horns and three eyes. It didn't act aggressively, ran after the tank for a while, and then fell behind.
  "Our Belarusian brother!" remarked the swift Fai Rodis. "A very beautiful animal, only green."
  - Yes, he has flippers instead of hooves, he hides in the swamps, - Natasha Olimpiyskaya reported. - Otherwise, he"s a beast like any other.
  The blonde warrior noted:
  - An amphibian, an even-toed ungulate. Brrr! But a frog can't interbreed with a bison, can it?
  The redhead reluctantly agreed:
  - Theoretically no, but this is not a simple ritual of intercourse, but the transfer of mutated genes.
  The bison leaped quite high, breaking branches. Several bolts of lightning intertwined in the sky. Everything twisted, then shook the air and the ground. A teardrop-shaped anomaly with a lilac tint floated by, and the trees began to contract and expand as if made of rubber.
  Superman Fay Rodis said with alarm:
  "The parameters and structure of matter are clearly changing here. Physical nature itself is becoming different. We need to study such mechanisms and try to exploit them."
  "Primarily in the military sphere. I was particularly interested in finding a neutralizer for atomic and hydrogen bombs. Whoever invented the atomic bomb should be resurrected and then tortured for a billion years using nanotechnology. I can even develop a special torture mechanism. For example, tiny machines that affect nerve endings, subjecting every organ to pain. Here, we can greatly increase the suffering, in particular by imposing hypercurrent on impulses going to the brain, both the cerebral and spinal cord. Every cell will suffer!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared belligerently.
  The blonde objected:
  "Why are you so cruel? Moreover, the discovery of nuclear energy has advanced humanity toward power. In the future, even more powerful destructive systems will undoubtedly be created, infinitely more powerful than the current ones. For example, the novel "The Temptation of God" describes a method of energy extraction where a single atom can reproduce several galaxies."
  The red-haired warrior sighed:
  "I read a stunning work! It even makes me doubt whether there's room for heroism in the new world."
  "There's always something! In the race between scientific and technological progress and morality, the latter is doomed to be the underdog! Although humanity risks falling into the abyss between science and morality!" remarked the attractive Faye Rodis.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - Or take off!
  The blonde squealed:
  - From the explosion! Bang!
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya, drumming her bare, round heel on her armor, decided to change the subject:
  - Could there be elephants here?
  The blonde shrugged:
  - Unlikely! Not their habitat! Elephants love warmth. Remember how Hannibal lost all his elephants while crossing the Alps.
  The fiery scout's voice tinged with bitterness:
  - Interesting! But the ancient Rus' never fought elephants. Although, wait, I think there was such an episode during Svyatoslav's campaign against Byzantium.
  The all-knowing Fay Rodis said proudly:
  - And she put the elephants to flight, forcing them to trample their own troops. It was impressive to see such massive beasts flee.
  "Okay, we've talked about some things, now look at this rooster in front of us!" the red-haired girl pointed ahead. In bone armor stood a royal bird, as big as a cow, with six wings. And three heads with purple combs!
  "A rare bird!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya remarked . "Its appearance has been described once or twice, but never a single reliable account. People generally dismissed the three-headed armored rooster as the ravings of a madman."
  "Are we delirious? Perhaps we were caught in an anomaly?" Fay Rodis, swift as a cobra, said doubtfully. "And how can we explain it anyway?"
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya frowned:
  - What surprises you?
  The blonde noted:
  "Rats and genetic crossbreeding are perfectly scientific! Of all genomes, the rat genome is the most resilient, so it's no wonder they're so drawn to radioactive waste dumps. But three heads is completely non-functional."
  The redhead partially agreed with this:
  "Perhaps! But the tale of the three-headed dragon Gorynych didn't just appear out of nowhere. It's possible that other civilizations visited us in ancient times. They emitted a specific radioactive emission, which led to the emergence of mutants."
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Or, even more simply, they conducted targeted experiments on animals, both from their world and ours!
  Natasha yelped:
  - Also very likely!
  The guest from the future asked:
  - And what do you think, was it the "Martians" who made him this way?
  Natasha, who had become red-haired in her sleep, drummed her bare, graceful foot and answered:
  "No, it's not just regular radiation. Besides the well-known Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and free neurons, there's radiation here that travels faster than light and radically alters DNA. There are so many different types, it's impossible to list them all."
  "I agree!" the blonde sighed. Conducting a scientific discussion in the Aleut language isn't exactly easy.
  The red-haired beauty squealed:
  - So, the armored rooster is quite functional.
  The three-headed bird raised its head and burst into blue flame.
  "That's hydrogen burning!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya remarked. "It's breaking down water in its stomach. Actually, when I drove a hydrogen car, it was much better than a gasoline one. It could accelerate from a standstill to 150 kilometers per hour in five seconds."
  The blonde warrior remarked with annoyance:
  - Why don't people like that drive around Moscow?
  The redhead suggested:
  - There's still enough gas!
  Observant Fay Rodis sincerely noted:
  Sometimes you regret that Russia has too much oil and gas. If our country had fewer natural resources, progress would have been faster. There would have been more incentive to conserve or seek alternative energy sources.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed with her partner this time:
  - Perhaps! If I were president, I'd invest all my petrodollars in science and buy up scientists from all over the world. The future will belong to the country that goes into space.
  CHAPTER No 12.
  And the girl again kicked her bare foot against the armor.
  "Whoever skimps on science robs their descendants, and whoever robs their descendants will forever remain a pauper!" declared the devastating warrior from the future, Faye Rodis.
  "I agree! You can make a fortune by robbing your descendants, but you can't get rich!" agreed the witty Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  The three-headed rooster flapped its wings and escorted the tank a short distance. The swamp had become too impassable, and they had to turn, employing Suvorov's flanking tactics. The girls were quite successful at steering. By the time they were driving, it had become completely light. The going seemed to have eased; the swamp had ended, and they were heading up the hills. A tank isn't a car; it's a reliable machine that can get through any bottleneck.
  There, ahead, the lake sparkled again, its waves looking gloomy and cold. Three suns cast an eerie light, and reflections appeared on the waves.
  - Look at the boat! - Natasha Olimpiyskaya pointed out.
  Indeed, a mechanical boat cut through the water's surface, its sharp beak went to the right, and it turned around.
  "They might notice us too!" Fay Rodis declared, slapping her bare, shapely foot, freed from her boot. "All in all, this isn't a particularly favorable scenario."
  "Let him try to come near, we'll have him in our sights and in the sun!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya threatened.
  The blonde suggested:
  - That's also an interesting thought! But do you believe in the law of karma?
  The redhead remarked aggressively:
  "That the murders supposedly weigh her down? Yes and no! The biofield may exist, but the biggest killers aren't soldiers, but politicians. They commit numerous crimes, hiding behind the law."
  The blonde warrior giggled:
  - Of course! Politics is a dirty business, done in clean suits!
  The prince stirred and opened his eyes:
  - What are you talking about!
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya stated decisively:
  - About various things, including politics. But don't strain yourself and don't get too involved. Your mind needs to be relaxed.
  The boy tried to object:
  - But don"t thought processes speed up recovery?
  The redhead noted rationally:
  - It depends! For some, talking about politics puts them to sleep, for others it only gives them a headache.
  And the girl hurried to pull on her boots.
  The prince partly agreed:
  - Perhaps, especially if we're talking about Israel. However, that country is doomed: we just need to stop fighting each other.
  "Wars between Arabs are training. A kind of sparring session before a major offensive," Natasha Olimpiyskaya remarked. "However, when it comes to a major war, the banner of the Prophet will unite everyone, and the faithful throughout the world, two billion bayonets! How can Israel stand firm?"
  The boy roared:
  - No way! The future belongs to Islam! The main thing is to defeat Russia, which is what the Black Sultan is doing!
  The redhead squeaked with annoyance:
  - How can we find him!?
  "There's one small clue!" the prince said in a quiet whisper.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya frowned:
  - You know?
  The boy showed that he is not so simple:
  - Of course! We need to broadcast Ali Benzin's music. Then the mujahideen will understand that they're their own, or at least connected to the Islamic resistance center.
  The redhead was surprised:
  - So simple?
  The boy nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, very simple indeed! But it's a top secret and only for those faithful who help the Black Sultan.
  The swift Fay Rodis noted:
  - But it seems that not everyone helps!
  The prince exclaimed with annoyance:
  - If it were all like that, the world would have been different long ago!
  The redhead asked:
  - And what is the melody?
  The prince showed off his expensive watch.
  "It's recorded on them! You can broadcast it. If those damned bandits hadn't taken it from me, I would have warned my people, and the Black Sultan at the same time."
  "Excellent!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya tried to hide her joy. "This way, we'll be able to achieve our goal."
  The prince nodded, then turned pale:
  "Let's get it going faster!" The boy lost consciousness for a few seconds. The skilled Fay Rodis massaged his neck, and he came to his senses again. "I'll dial in the melody now."
  The watch had twenty-four melodies, and only one of them belonged to Ali Benzin. The music was unusual, vaguely reminiscent of a driving tune. The girls played it and waited.
  The prince fell asleep again; his young body recovered faster this way.
  Half an hour passed, and the girls repeated the melody live twice more, trying to keep it centered. Finally, a squeak followed, and a voice of uncertain pitch, speaking Arabic, announced:
  - If you want to find out interesting information, stop the tank near the power line, trust us.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya confirmed:
  - Great, we're ready.
  After the swamps, there was indeed a high-voltage power line here. The mud-covered wreckage of the helicopter was difficult to see. The tank pulled up to the fallen power line and stopped. Natasha Olimpiyskaya stood up and leaned out of the turret.
  The girl shouted:
  - Well, what are we waiting for?
  Cautious Fay Rhodes warned her:
  - Maybe this is an ambush, and Vympel will hit us with a missile.
  The red-haired girl bared her teeth:
  - Are you serious, do you think they are catching us?
  The blonde remarked with a sigh:
  "After the beating we got there, it's time to put out a reward. Just one M-24, that's worth it."
  "That's right, they'll follow our trail until we destroy them." Natasha Olimpiyskaya straightened up and shook her head. Suddenly, a shadow flickered before them; a figure in what looked like a camouflage suit appeared next to the tank. Natasha Olimpiyskaya, however, was ready to swear she'd never seen anything like it a second ago.
  - Wow! Such a sudden appearance, I could have shot! - She said - the red-haired shrew.
  "The fact that you have good self-control is a plus!" the girl answered in Arabic. And then suddenly asked, "Do you know Russian?"
  "Of course we fought them!" replied the impetuous Fay Rodis.
  A loud voice answered:
  - As we can see, our movement "Future" was right about you!
  The speaker came closer, wearing camouflage, an open face with long black hair. A typical girl, a Caucasian beauty. Her long eyelashes slightly lowered. Her voice was gentle:
  "We checked you out! Such tough guys, you destroyed a gang and gave a farewell salute to an entire rival movement!"
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya pouted and hit herself in the chest with her fist:
  - Yes, and we did it!
  In response, the beauty chirped:
  - It's good that someone gave you our password.
  "Prince Khattab ibn Suleiman," the powerful Natasha Olimpiyskaya answered, hesitating slightly. "Perhaps you've heard of him, his father, the famous emir."
  The girl from the Caucasus roared:
  - A young fighter for the faith! He will grow up to be a great warrior! Is he with you?
  Crushing the stones, Fay Rodis replied:
  - Yes, but he is so seriously wounded that he is sleeping now!
  "But the main thing is that he's alive!" The girl made a sign, and a slender figure appeared, reminiscent of a masked ninja, only his uniform was spotted instead of black. She bowed, her voice hoarse.
  - Greetings to the fighters for the faith!
  "This is Denis Polevoy! A former Russian special forces soldier," the girl declared. "He's Russian by nationality."
  "Can he be trusted?" Natasha Olimpiyskaya asked doubtfully.
  The ringing voice radiated confidence:
  - Of course, as a dead man, and, by the way, he is a dead man.
  The red-haired girl was surprised:
  - Like a dead man!?
  The Arab girl answered cheerfully:
  - So! A zombie, killed and resurrected. Formerly an enemy, now a submissive slave of the Black Sultan. But very strong, obedient to our commands.
  Pretty Faye Rhodes sighed:
  "It's an interesting way to tame an enemy! Like a tiger, a ferocious beast tamed by the power of the human mind."
  The girl from the Caucasus agreed:
  - That's right! The Zone's artifacts are helping us here.
  The blonde asked with timid hope:
  - So we can see the Black Sultan?
  The woman shook her head:
  - No! We can't trust you completely yet! You're essentially unknown to us. Although your warriors are truly magnificent.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya croaked in annoyance:
  - It's a pity they don't trust us!
  The black-haired girl happily announced:
  "We can take the prince with us! He's a burden to you when he's wounded, but we'll heal him quickly."
  The redhead was surprised:
  - How so!?
  The Arab girl giggled:
  - You have forgotten where you are.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya nodded her head:
  "Yes, we really have gotten too carried away. But you'll have to cross a long distance on foot, full of monsters and anomalies. Not to mention the radiation, even the ground here is dangerous."
  The girl with black hair said:
  "Don't think for us! We'll take care of ourselves! Although it's obvious you're very smart, even if you try to hide it behind your shaggy beards. We respect you, and we want to give you a new task."
  "What's so interesting?" the bearded, or rather made-up, gladiator girls asked in unison.
  The brunette girl quietly replied:
  "I'll tell you about that later, but for now, please wait for me. After all, what we're planning isn't as simple as chewing a nut."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya stated:
  - Any special assignment will suit us except for one that is too easy.
  The warrior from the Caucasus nodded, her face was so cute that you wouldn't believe she was a killer, and she cooed:
  - Don't worry about the latter. For now, hand over the prince to us.
  The girls carefully lifted the boy out, carrying him like a vessel of precious oil. Along the way, the prince opened his eyes and said:
  - It seemed to me that angels were carrying mortal flesh to heaven!
  The woman in camouflage nodded:
  - Everything is happening as it should! We'll take you to our base, then you'll take part in the battles.
  - In which battles? - asked Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  The girl was indignant:
  - In what way, or do you think Russian special forces won"t try to get us and destroy us?
  The redhead muttered:
  - Maybe he will try!
  The warrior said arrogantly:
  - So, how should we greet him?
  "What is your name, brave one?" asked the curious Fay Rodis.
  The girl answered cheerfully:
  - Just call me "Candle". I don't have any pretensions!
  The blonde terminator said:
  - "Candle" is good, but we'll be the last pigs if we don't trick you, the heroine.
  "Perhaps! But I can handle the Russian zombie just fine on my own." Candle turned and, grabbing the prince, suddenly disappeared along with her partner and the prince. "See you later!"
  The leaves swayed, and another anomaly passed in the distance. The air seemed to thicken slightly and roll in like a wave. Two mangy rat-cats grappled at the sides . These creatures were wary of machine-gun fire and attacked only unarmed travelers . The animals themselves were large, about the size of dogs, and thin. As is typical of the feline family, they rarely formed packs, and therefore were not as dangerous as other inhabitants of the Zone.
  Cheerful Fay Rodis was surprised:
  "Strange! They've mastered something only known in science fiction-teleportation. I heard our scientists haven't yet come to a definitive conclusion about whether it's even possible."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya confirmed:
  - I believe that everything written in science fiction can be realized in reality.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Even the creation of universes by humanity, as in the book "The Temptation of God," where little children do it!
  The redhead muttered:
  - Even that!
  The crushing Fay Rodis shook her head:
  - Only the Almighty God can create matter. As it says in the Bible, I am God who created heaven and earth, and besides me there is no other.
  "And in ancient times! Even under Tsar Peter, when inventors were learning to fly, how many of them were executed by particularly reactionary priests. They said that man was created as a crawling reptile, and therefore didn't need wings. Life has proven this wrong; man has soared! Now he dreams of conquering the stars. Or a computer; two hundred years ago, robots like today's weren't even dreamed of. The very word 'robot' appeared at least a hundred years ago," Natasha Olimpiyskaya noted.
  "The Czech writer turned out to be a brilliant visionary!" Faye Rodis, kicking off her boots, came to life, and felt much more comfortable; her bare feet swayed blissfully. "The Bible can indeed be interpreted in different ways. In the Book of Daniel, a little horn grew to the heavens and cast some of the stars down. Perhaps this is about the Antichrist succeeding in creating a vast cosmic empire. I don't rule it out. Don't think that biblical prophecy is limited to just Earth. Satan deceived the entire universe with his breath."
  The redhead logically noted:
  "Why, if it's for science and progress, is it Satan? And anyway, why associate all evil with the devil? The Bible teaches that he is the most perfect angel of God. So why do evil if he was originally created good?"
  The blonde gave a standard answer:
  - The mystery of lawlessness!
  Natasha laughed:
  "It's all a mystery! The Bible isn't even completely clear on such an important teaching as the Trinity, and the word 'Trinity' doesn't even appear, yet you believe it. Why would a higher intelligence give its revelation in such a form, so full of ambiguities and various interpretations? There are three thousand sects and various denominations in the world that formally recognize the authority of the Bible?"
  "Truth is always multifaceted, but error is uniform! Beauty is a dialectical concept-only ugliness is universal!" declared the witty, barefoot girl, Faye Rodis. "Apparently, this is how God chose to reveal himself to everyone, but in different ways. In particular, we Russians must believe in Orthodoxy, even if it seems to us that it contradicts the Bible in some ways."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya objected heatedly:
  "We owe nothing! The religion of our ancestors is not Orthodoxy. We had our own gods, beginning with the almighty Rod, who created all other gods. There was a political situation, and in order to consolidate his power, Vladimir Solnyshko introduced a new religion. The prince himself initially leaned toward Islam, but its strict stance on wine turned him off. Vladimir wasn't a true believer, as numerous testimonies attest; he even had a harem. He killed his brothers and wasn't even considered a saint by Christian canon, just like the Roman Emperor Constantine. So the entire history of Christianity is one of bloodshed and deception."
  The blonde tried to explain:
  "That's because the mystery of lawlessness was already at work. As the Apostle Paul said, 'The wicked will sit in the church and claim to be God.' Satan disguises himself as an angel of light and seeks to seduce even the elect."
  The redhead growled angrily:
  - So you admit that there are plenty of scoundrels among Orthodox priests?
  The guest from the future shrugged:
  - Why deny the obvious!
  Natasha growled happily:
  - Then...
  The girl's words were interrupted by a roar. A huge worm burst from the ground. It lunged at the tank. The scouts instinctively aimed at its eyes, one firing a Kalashnikov and the other a grenade launcher. However, even the grenade launcher couldn't fully penetrate the beast's armored muzzle, which was embedded in the tiles. Its eyes, however, deflected the AKM bullets as if they were in an armored case. It resembled a cross between a worm and a toothy tank. The girls barely managed to jump aside. Barefoot Fay Rodis instinctively pulled her boots onto her graceful feet and shouted:
  "Let it open its mouth first. Then it'll weaken." The blonde girl grabbed a "Drill-5" anti-tank grenade. It was designed to combat the " Ambrams ," heavier than a standard, small rocket launcher, increasing its range. Oddly enough, the tank had a supply of "Drill" grenades. When the underground worm with a streamlined snout and a meter-long bone capable of gnawing through any layer of rock attacked them again. Its mouth opened, and colorful tongues emerged, ready to engulf the girl. She slashed with a long dagger and hurled the grenade into its mouth. The inner palate proved more vulnerable. It exploded with force, blowing out the beast's brains. The worm let out a terrible roar, flipping the tank on its side, then coughed terrifyingly loudly, spewing yellow and brown blood. Their mouth flared with fire, reminiscent of a torch, it seemed like a gas pipeline was burning.
  "So much valuable stuff is going to waste!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya joked, groaning in pain. The tank had crushed her foot. Leaving her boot behind, she pulled it free. "I think there's plenty of oil and gas at the bottom of the Zone."
  Faye Rodis nodded:
  - It's quite possible! There's a lot of flammable material in this worm.
  The redhead gritted her teeth:
  - The zone is full of surprises!
  The blonde terminator muttered:
  "And they say such beasts are fiction! Actually, I think similar creatures have appeared in horror films, but never about the Zone."
  The red-haired shrew agreed:
  "That's strange! This wondrous beast attracts way too much attention. You never know, maybe military helicopters will show up, or maybe even fighter jets."
  The guest from the future squeaked:
  - We'll shoot them down!
  Natasha agreed:
  - It's entirely possible! But it will be very painful, and the tank is on its side now.
  A squeal in response:
  - My leg is broken!
  The red-haired warrior in the dream did not agree:
  - No! You know yourself that our bones have the elasticity of hyperplasticity, but the flesh was slightly damaged.
  Fay Rodis squeaked:
  "I noticed that! If there are bones, the flesh will grow back. Put on your boot, otherwise the Candle will appear again and set us on fire with one of its artifacts, which is dangerous."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya managed to rinse her foot, but with difficulty pulled out her boot. She seemed quite cheerful. The exploded giant worm continued to spew fire, though the flames were fading, the creature was exhausted. It was a good two hundred and fifty meters long, and had two tails.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - It seems the giant is ready!
  "I lit a candle over him!" said Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  Fay Rodis squeaked:
  - Is it you?
  The redhead cooed:
  - So we are partners and we split everything in half!
  The guest from the future growled:
  - Then I agree: this is a collective effort.
  Natasha hissed, rotating her hips:
  - Now let's try to put this mechanical monster in order.
  The girls tried to flip the tank over from the side. But a T-90 weighs forty-six and a half tons. Try handling that kind of weight.
  "We need a lever!" said the quick-witted Fay Rodis.
  "I see, and a little digging wouldn't hurt!" the redhead growled. The gladiator girls set to work, busily clearing away the dirt, then cutting down the pine. The most surprising thing was that the daggers easily cut through the wood, which was far from rotten.
  The blonde suggested:
  - Let's have a go! If a platoon of soldiers could handle this, then two Amazons like us could do it in two minutes.
  The redhead objected:
  - I doubt it! The tank got slightly sucked in!
  It wasn't two, but five. After considerable effort, the agile Fay Rodis even bruised her finger, and Natasha Olimpiyskaya nearly dislocated a ligament. The tank landed on four tracks; its design was designed for increased mobility.
  The blonde gladiator was pleased:
  - Now everything is in order!
  "Or on a lampshade!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya stuck out her tongue childishly. "We're generally lucky when it comes to monsters, anomalies, and mutants."
  The impetuous Fay Rodis exclaimed:
  - The main thing is that we defeat them!
  The redhead yelped:
  - If we were simple people, then only bones would remain.
  Creative personality Fay Rodis jokingly sang:
  - The star-shaped bones fell in a row - a tram ran over a detachment of Octobrists!
  "And this joke about a great tragedy, when little children died, is worthy of a Christian!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared with disdain.
  The guest from the future squeaked:
  - So it's a joke!
  The redhead yelled:
  - You don't joke about things like that!
  Sensitive Faye Rhodes felt ashamed! She felt sin permeating every cell of her body.
  The girl took off her boots and squealed:
  - Overall, I deserve penance.
  Natasha yelled back:
  "Our penance is to kill Russia's enemies. Generally, service to blood is the most important service. Remember our duty!"
  The words were interrupted by the appearance of "Candle"; next to her stood four guys in masks and camouflage.
  Fay Rodis woke up to the sound of a baton hitting her bare heels. The girls in white coats and gloves reappeared.
  A doctor and several riot police officers entered, along with the general. Three two-meter-tall, masked, gloved men with aprons over their stomachs also appeared.
  A noisy company entered.
  The general said with a very satisfied look:
  - Have old wounds healed? It's possible to inflict new ones! Look here...
  The riot police pushed a complex metal device, similar to a rack, into the room. It had chains and clamps for twisting the joints of the device.
  The general said with a smile:
  - Well, Mrs. Fay Rodis! It heals better on you than on a dog! And that's good! Every day you'll face cruel torture. And you'll go mad from the constant, unbearable torment!
  Fay Rodis replied:
  - Well, if I have to lie down in the ground, it will only be once!
  The general, softening his tone, said:
  -But if you confess to the crimes and give up your accomplices, then you have a chance to avoid the rack!
  Fay Rodis sang:
  - Star warrior with a sword strike,
  Overthrew the demonic army...
  The locusts all turned to dust,
  You cannot trample humanity!
  The general nodded his head:
  - Get started!
  An electric stove was brought into the spacious room, where various kinds of metal torture devices were heated.
  Fay Rodis looked boldly at the objects that were about to torment her. Well, what about a partisan of the Great Patriotic War? She would endure brutal torture. The main thing was to maintain her courage and presence of mind.
  Remember how the pioneers, boys and girls, laughed in the faces of their executioners, and be determined and courageous.
  The torturers began carefully freeing Fay Rodis from her shackles, preparing to hoist the young woman onto the rack. The visitor from the future considered whether it was time or not. But she had never been tortured on the rack before. And a strong desire arose to experience something new. And this would be awesome!
  Faye Rodis was freed from her shackles. Then, enormous executioners pulled her arms into the chains and clamped the handcuffs. Her limbs were then pulled back. Her bare feet were secured in a titanium block. The doctor pressed the mechanism, and her arms, arching, began to lift the mechanical devices upward.
  It was incredibly painful. Faye Rhodes's head slumped forward. Gritting her teeth, the young woman leaned back, her shoulders twisting and rising. Her body began to tighten, like a guitar string.
  The general warned:
  -Stretch it on the rack, but don"t tear it!
  The rack's mechanisms creaked, and the visitor from the future began to stretch. Her muscles tensed to the limit. The doctor gazed greedily at her strong body. What muscles, what marvelous perfection of lines, so beautiful. And the mechanism stretched her joints ever more. And her body became even slimmer and more attractive.
  Fay Rhodes couldn't help but smile as she saw the girls in white coats and gloves bring the brazier to her bare feet.
  The doctor commands:
  - Fry this barefoot girl's heels!
  One girl turns the tap and turns on the gas, the other turns on the oxygen. A fire ignites. The flame is blue and searing. Fay Rodis feels her bare heels burning. And she feels like a little girl running across the sands of the Sahara. And her smile widens.
  The general commands harshly:
  - Hit her with hot rods at half strength!
  The executioners lift the wire from the slab, swing it, and begin to beat the girl's back rhythmically. The blows burn and sting. Fay Rodis imagines herself being beaten with birch branches by handsome men in a bathhouse and purrs with pleasure.
  The general, choking in impotent rage, roars:
  - Hit her harder!
  The doctor tells the nurses:
  - Add some heat to her heels!
  And the flame grows higher, touching the bare soles of the courageous girl.
  Fay Rodis says with a smile:
  -The whole earth is warmed by the heat,
  And I run along it barefoot,
  This summer is wonderful,
  I'll hit you in the face with my fist!
  CHAPTER 13
  The dictator-president watched with a leering gaze as Faye Rodis was being tortured. The woman was truly beautiful. Her body sweated and glistened, as if lubricated.
  The back, sides, legs, and arms are covered in cuts and burns. The executioners are doing their best.
  But the girl smiles and looks pleased. Fay Rodis has complete control over her emotions and is able to pass off intense sensations of torture as pleasant.
  The dictator president stamps his heel in frustration and shouts:
  - Whore! You're like from another planet, and it doesn't hurt! Having such an enemy is a tragedy.
  The executioners work conscientiously, and pass on new steel rods as the old ones cool down.
  And Fay Rodis, in order to better distract himself from the pain and make it pleasant, vividly imagines a picture in his mind;
  Alenka, firing accurately at the Nazis, noted:
  - It's easier to persuade a man to wear fashionable boots with a bare female heel!
  Anyuta fired from the grenade launcher and said:
  - To get fashionable shoes for herself, a woman must "put shoes" on a man properly!
  Alla, firing bursts of fire at the Nazis and throwing a grenade to the toes of her bare foot, replied:
  - A woman who doesn"t know how to expose her legs in time will remain "shod" forever!
  Maria, shooting at the enemy and throwing an explosive package with her round heel, said:
  - By looking at women's bare legs too often, a man risks "shoeing" himself to the point of being a tramp!
  Marusya, firing accurately at the enemy and hitting a grenade with her bare knee, replied:
  - To avoid being left barefoot forever, you need to know when to take off your shoes!
  Alenka, continuing to shoot at the Nazis and knocking the wind out of them, wittily said:
  - A girl's bare foot is better than an occupier's tarpaulin boot!
  Anyuta, continuing to shoot with unfading accuracy, noted:
  - Even the strongest armor cannot withstand the soft skin of a charming girl's sole!
  Alla, firing at the German invaders, said:
  - Women are very clever at reaching into a man's wallet with their bare feet!
  Maria, firing at the fascists with great accuracy and breaking their heads, noted:
  - The stickiest part of the female body for gold coins is bare feet and naked breasts!
  Marusya, continuing to fire mercilessly at the fascists, said:
  - Sometimes a woman needs to take off her shoes so as not to fall on her knees before need!
  Alenka, accurately scribbling at the fascists and arranging them in stacks, logically noted:
  - It's easier to bring a man to his knees with a bare foot!
  Anyuta, shooting at the enemy, remarked aggressively:
  - Barefoot in time, never barefoot!
  Alla, while beating down enemies and cutting down opponents, muttered:
  - It's easier for a woman to climb to the golden peak barefoot!
  Maria also took a shot at the fascists and purred:
  - You are a man of boots if you don"t love women"s legs!
  Marusya, firing at the Nazis and throwing a homemade package of explosives with her bare toes, which caused the Tiger to flip over, growled:
  - A woman with slender legs will make a man bend over in respect!
  Alenka fired at the fascists, mowed them down and said:
  - Bare toes, more dexterous than hands, when a woman takes coins from the pocket of a "shod" man!
  Anyuta cut down the Fritzes and squealed:
  - The most skillful way a woman can push a man under her heel is with her bare foot!
  Alla, shooting at the opponents and throwing a grenade with her bare heel, said:
  - It's easier for a beauty to tread the path to a man's heart with her bare feet!
  Maria destroyed a German tank by throwing a grenade and squealed:
  - The bare feet of girls are more tenacious when climbing the Everest of a man's heart!
  Matryona also fired a deadly shot and said:
  "Taking off her shoes makes it easier for a woman to cross the desert of male indifference!"
  Alenka hit the enemy with a captured bazooka and squealed:
  - If you're as dumb as a boot, you'll get caught up to the heel of even a tramp!
  Anyuta also fired a burst and squealed, baring her teeth:
  - A naked woman's foot makes a man fall into barefoot childhood!
  Red-haired Alla, having mowed down the fascists, chirped:
  - Most often, it is those who wear boots that fall into barefoot childhood!
  Maria took a shot at the Nazis and squealed:
  - If a girl has beautiful legs, it means she is not a tramp in life!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy and cutting down the Nazis like sheaves of grain, barked:
  - A barefoot girl is better off than a shod old woman, a young cat is more cheerful than an old lion!
  Alenka, firing at the fascists and throwing deadly gifts of death, said:
  - A woman best wins a reward with her bare chest, and fashionable shoes with her bare feet!
  Anyuta also beat up the Nazis, mowed them down, and threw grenades with her bare feet and squealed:
  - A bare heel is the best protection for a woman from the thorns of male indifference!
  Alla, shooting at the enemies and cutting them down with automatic bursts, noted:
  - The strongest heel for a man comes from a woman's bare foot!
  Maria, beating the opponents and firing from the grenade launcher, said:
  - A bare woman's heel will put on the most worn-out boot, guts and all!
  Matryona, knocking down the fascists, said wittily:
  - If you can't take off your shoes in time, you'll become a tramp!
  Alenka, writing about the fascists, noted:
  -If you're a blockhead, you'll only be able to hit yourself hard!
  Anyuta logically noted, beating the enemy and throwing a bag of explosives with her bare foot:
  - It's good to have a club, but it's bad to be a club!
  Alla, beating the Nazis and kicking a grenade with her bare heel, yelped:
  - Cast iron fists may help you survive, but a wooden head will lead to death!
  Maria quite logically noted, mowing down the fascists:
  - When the ruler doesn't have a king in his head, anarchy reigns in the country, and they sell in vain!
  Matryona, beating the Nazis rationally, noted:
  - A crown is not for the head that a hat is for!
  Alenka, crushing the Fritzes, logically noted:
  - Even a crown doesn't sit firmly on an oak head!
  Anyuta, shooting very accurately at the fascists, said:
  - No matter how strong the oak is, the material for a head made from it is the most fragile!
  Alla, briskly shooting at the enemy, logically concluded:
  - He who hits his head with a club, gets hit on the head with a club!
  Maria, while beating her opponents, said:
  - The politician holds a wallet and a club in his hands, only his money is wooden and his club is paper!
  Marusya noted logically, throwing a lemon with her bare foot:
  - A bright head is the last thing that concerns gray hair!
  Matryona, crushing the fascists, noted:
  - You may not be a blonde, but it's beautiful to have a bright soul. Girls can beat up mean people so that others can live happily!
  Alenka, shooting at the Nazis, squeaked:
  - You can"t build a strong defense from oak trees on stumps alone!
  Anyuta, while shooting, logically noted:
  - If a politician is not a woodpecker, he will take shavings, not only from the stump voter!
  Alla said aggressively, knocking down the Germans:
  "Even though the politician isn't an eagle, he still considers voters crows and woodpeckers!"
  Maria, cutting down her enemies, remarked:
  - If you allow politicians to take shavings from you, then you are definitely a woodpecker!
  Matryona, mowing down the fascists, expressed herself:
  - A politician is a fox with his voters, but a hamster with himself!
  Marusya threw a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - A smart politician is like a fox in a henhouse, but a stupid one is like an elephant in a china shop!
  Alenka, crushing the Fritzes, said:
  - Order is established silently, but a politician creates chaos with talk!
  Anyuta, having scattered the fascists with a grenade, squeaked:
  - The politician talks a lot, especially when he wants to shut people's mouths!
  Alla noted aggressively, beating the Nazis:
  - Arguing with a politician is like treading water in a mortar, unless you tear a muscle in your tongue and lie for profit!
  Maria, crushing the enemies and throwing a grenade with her bare foot, noted:
  - A politician is a mixture of a fox and a wolf, but he plays a lot of pigs!
  Matryona, shooting at the fascists, growled:
  - The more a politician is a fox, the more he acts like a pig!
  Marusya, mowing down the Fritzes, said:
  - Politics is a complete menagerie: wolves, hares, chickens, roosters and woodpeckers, but the fox is always elected king!
  Alenka, crushing the fascists, muttered:
  - A dictator who pretends to be a lion is a real pig!
  Anyuta noted aggressively, shooting down enemies with shots:
  - A politician can only pass for a lion if the voter is a complete donkey!
  Alla, beating the fascists out like dust from carpets, said:
  - A politician puts on sheep's clothing, but the only thing he has in common with a wolf is his bloodthirstiness, and he is a complete ram in terms of intelligence!
  Maria threw a grenade with her bare foot and chirped:
  - It is better to have a wolf in sheep's clothing as a ruler than a ram in the guise of a lion!
  Matryona, shooting at the enemy with the accuracy of Robin Hood, said:
  - A politician, like a sheep, bleats about peace, but his wolfish fangs rattle with war!
  Marusya, firing at the enemy, yelped:
  - A politician, in order to get the voters' votes, pours out his voice like a nightingale, but treats them like woodpeckers!
  Alenka, firing at the fascists, said:
  - If a politician's speech seems like a nightingale's trill to you, don't be a crow in this case!
  Anyuta wittily noted, knocking down the Nazis:
  - If a politician sings like a nightingale, it means he considers you suitable game!
  Alla, cutting down the fascists, noted:
  - Voter hunting differs from forest hunting in that the hunter makes as much noise as possible!
  Maria, shooting at the enemy, shouted:
  - A politician, unlike a pickpocket, makes a lot of noise when stealing, but when robbing, he uses flattery!
  Matryona, shooting at the enemy, gurgled:
  - A politician is also a god in a certain sense, but it"s better not to believe in him!
  Marusya confirmed:
  - The politician loves to promise voters the Moon, but he forgets to add that there is no life there except sand!
  Alenka, cutting down her opponents, muttered:
  - Woe does not come from intelligence, but from a lack of practical savvy!
  Anyuta, shooting at the enemy, squeaked:
  - All the world's troubles are not caused by money, but by its lack in the required quantity!
  Alla, shooting at the enemy, said:
  - The tongue is given to a politician to hide his thoughts, but no amount of eloquence can hide his gray wretchedness!
  Maria remarked energetically, shooting at the Fritzes:
  - If iron goes into chains, there will be none left for swords, if silver spills into speeches, then there will be nothing to pay salaries with!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy, muttered:
  Does a politician have the gift of keeping promises? He does, but not with a gift!
  Marusya, shooting at the Nazis, noted:
  - An elephant creates a big pile of shit, and a fox politician creates an even bigger mountain of verbal diarrhea!
  Alenka wittily noted, crushing the Nazis:
  - The politician pours out abundantly the sweet honey of speeches, drowning voters in verbal diarrhea!
  Anyuta, shooting at the opponents, said:
  - A politician's sweet speech is like a honey stream, only you swim along it into the trash!
  Alla, shooting at the fascists, noted:
  - A politician can fulfill his promises only to make the voter believe in the impossible!
  Maria, firing very accurately, said:
  - There are so many politicians in the elections, but there is no one to choose, some are stumps, some are logs, some are foxes, some are pigs, some are bears - out of frustration, there is only one thing left to do - cry!
  Matryona fired at the fascists and remarked:
  - A politician who often yells should have his ears boxed!
  Marusya, a cut-off point for fascists, noted:
  - A politician, unlike a nightingale, never sings for nothing, and has the gift of a fox!
  Alenka chirped, baring her teeth:
  - A politician wants to become an eagle, but the voter never has the rights of a bird!
  Anyuta cooed, shooting the Germans with a sniper rifle :
  - Why do you have the rights of a bird? Because you are a woodpecker in mind!
  Alla hissed with the aggression of a python:
  - The politician has many different songs, but they all have the same tune: choose me!
  Maria, cutting down the fascists, muttered:
  - A voter is like a gingerbread man: he runs away from a hare, a wolf, a bear, but the political fox still devours him!
  Matryona noted, cutting down the fascists:
  - A politician will count on the intelligence of a fly with sweet speeches, the trill of a nightingale, the wits of a woodpecker, but his swine essence is visible to the eye of a hawk!
  Marusya, fighting the fascists, adds with a grin:
  - A woman is also a good politician, and at least she gives a chance that she will fulfill her promise of fidelity and give pleasure!
  The executioners themselves are already exhausted. Their movements have become slow and very heavy. The guys are clearly exhausted.
  Fay Rodis, although her body had turned into a bloody wound, was not discouraged, and even began to sing, to spite the executioners;
  I was born in the USSR,
  To a radiant, simply beautiful country...
  Which is an example for the whole planet,
  And it"s dangerous to fight against the Russians!
  
  Wonderful beautiful country,
  Which is now called Russia...
  She was given forever by the Lord,
  May you live happily under the blue sky!
  
  The pearl of birches Belarus,
  Who is our dear sister...
  I fight and struggle for her,
  She blooms like the sun in stormy May!
  
  In it there is the radiant leader of the Sun,
  Which great Svetlana...
  And she has dignity and honor,
  You are a man, not a slave, not a monkey!
  
  She taught at school, know the kids,
  I checked their diaries and notebooks...
  And she made people out of lazy people,
  So that your brain will always be in order!
  
  Svetlana is a peaceful sister to us all,
  Fatherland, glorifying Rus' whiter...
  She was given forever by the Lord,
  We will become both younger and more mature!
  
  She chose a very difficult path,
  Fight the hateful tyranny...
  But the girl White Rus' cannot be bent,
  The Name of the Family illuminates her soul!
  
  She is like the incarnation of Christ,
  To some extent even Madonna...
  Beautiful, noble and pure,
  Sings the truth to everyone, honestly, nobly!
  
  The people walk like a hero,
  She walks menacingly like a giant...
  We will open an endless account of victories,
  When the people and the army are united!
  
  The tyrant has left the pages of history,
  Now he is bankrupt along with Poroshenko...
  The people elected the honest Svetlana,
  He said: Get out of Lukashenko"s way!
  
  Svetlana Belarus raised from its knees,
  Decided to give freedom to Russia too...
  And show the whole planet an example,
  How to make things fairer and happier!
  
  The people rejoice with joy, without holding back,
  Any lazy person will get off the couch...
  The bright star of the Fatherland has risen,
  the great Svetlana has ascended to the Russian throne!
  
  You will be able to revive the USSR,
  Raise Russia even higher than the sun...
  So that we don"t have bad problems,
  How the hearts of the young beat with excitement!
  
  Let there be a radiant country,
  Under the feminine heart of Lady Tikhanovskaya...
  The evil Cain-Satan will disappear,
  May the mother give you wonderful fatherhood!
  
  And then Rus' will rise from its knees,
  And we will prove it to the whole planet again...
  That, despite many betrayals,
  Russia's spirit is boundless and courageous!
  
  That a woman is capable of being a king,
  He is our mother who nurtured glory...
  And for Svetlana we will die as one,
  In the name of the new valiant power!
  
  Now the people of Moscow and Kiev,
  And Minsk, Astana, united in a wreath...
  The unification of all countries is coming,
  We are knights, invincible in battle!
  
  Svetlana, Mother of my Motherland,
  A simple Belarusian girl...
  You made Russia stronger than anyone else,
  Your voice is so beautiful and ringing!
  
  We are forever with you with our heart and soul,
  And we will never change Svetlana...
  We'll deal with any horde, just know,
  For us, she is Stalin, Tsar and Lenin!
  At the last words, the executioners collapsed helplessly, having lost consciousness from the superhuman tension.
  The general personally grabbed a piece of red-hot iron from the brazier with tongs. He ran up to Fay Rhodis and pressed the blazing metal to the girl's bare chest. Smiling, he asked:
  - How painful is it?
  Fay Rodis replied with a smile:
  - No! It's like a woman pinched me!
  And she spat at the general. He dropped the piece of red-hot iron and it landed on his face, after which the official screamed at the top of his lungs and fell, writhing.
  The doctor raised a cool, sophisticated pistol and growled:
  - You devil! Take that!
  And Fay Rodis was pierced by a colossal electric discharge... The girl was covered in hot metal, all over her flesh, from her heels to the roots of her hair, and she lost consciousness again.
  And so Fay Rhodes continued to have the same wondrous dream.
  "I see you weren't bored without me!" said a pretty woman with narrow eyes. Her face resembled a Thai fashion model. The camouflage concealed this, so it's not hard to imagine she had a very good figure, too.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya said with enthusiasm:
  - Why would you be bored in a hot spot? It might even be the hottest in the world, a sort of political Vesuvius.
  "No!" Fay Rodis objected logically, baring her teeth. "The comparison with Vesuvius is weak - it's Krakatoa!"
  "Excellent! You even have a developed sense of imagination," Candle declared. "The Black Sultan is very pleased with you. As pleased as a man whose life is an eternal struggle can be. Now you need to hand over the task."
  The girls in camouflage perked up:
  - Yes! This is very interesting!
  The candle looked back:
  - First, we'll take the tank from you. You won't need it anymore. Then you'll do the following...
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya interrupted, her legs literally dancing:
  - What if we walk with the cargo?
  The girl said aggressively:
  "Well, you don't need some of the cargo, especially the common pebbles. And especially the mutant tails. We have channels, and we'll sell them without you."
  The blonde easily agreed:
  - That's good! Just carry it.
  "Just leave the love stone!" declared Natasha Olimpiyskaya. "We'll need it."
  The candle softly objected:
  "It can only be used to seduce the opposite sex, and only in prison. There, its properties are lost within a week."
  The pretty Faye Rhodes was quick to say:
  - Agreed! It might even be better that way, less temptation to indulge in corruption.
  "Candle" nodded:
  "All means are good for victory. As for the transports you need, look here!"
  The girl pointed to two miniature motorcycles with four wide wheels.
  "Specifically designed for the zone's conditions, German-made. They can even be equipped with a machine gun, a sort of mobile and maneuverable cart from the Civil War."
  "Excellent!" said Natasha Olimpiyskaya. "Replacing a tank isn't like replacing one awl with another."
  The terrorist envoy stated decisively:
  - We'll take the tank for ourselves, it might still come in handy, especially since it's one of the latest Russian models.
  "Modern weapons, unlike wine, love youth!" remarked the witty Faye Rodis.
  "Everyone loves youth, and girls too!" Candle laughed. "Now you have transportation. Our leader is generally fond of the latest technology, especially computers. And if you combine it with artifacts, you could conquer the world."
  The red-haired warrior declared bravely:
  - We will create a perfect caliphate for the benefit of all humanity.
  "That's right! Orthodox Russians are dying out, while Orthodox Muslims are having ten children, without any maternity capital! That's the main criterion of the correctness of the faith-proof of whose side is strongest!" Svechka declared with a very decisive air and shook her hips.
  "Aren't you too independent for a woman?" asked Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  She answered modestly:
  "I'm just the Black Sultan's slave. Besides, a woman is a much better intermediary than a man. It's easier for her to find out a secret or keep it, and most importantly, no one will suspect that I'm connected to the great mujahideen."
  A rat-crow flew over them , Natasha Olympic shot it with a pistol shot.
  And she growled angrily:
  - He'll bring more friends! Sparing an enemy is like sitting on a dagger - steel knows no compassion!
  The brunette said clearly:
  "Excellent words! Now about the mission! We've learned that the pro-Western criminal group "Stability" is to receive a new shipment of Stingers from the US. The question is, why is this necessary?"
  The redhead suggested:
  - Maybe to repel planned raids by Russian helicopters?
  The girl logically noted:
  "Unlikely! Even if the special forces decide to launch a large-scale operation, Stability will come to an agreement with them. This group has many patrons both in the West and in Russia."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed:
  "We suspect as much! The Zone is too attractive for those with vested interests here, and it's far more rational to cooperate with the groups than to fight."
  "Candle" continued speaking:
  - Probably so! Back in the day, the CIA framed Assama bin Laden, making him their enemy. It cost America dearly. So, after they put a 250 million euro bounty on the Black Sultan's head, they became our open enemies. So, teaching the group a lesson wouldn't hurt. As for the Stingers, they're said to be a special model, one of the latest developments.
  "It's strange! Americans never sell their latest developments to the swindlers. They keep them for themselves. Only Russians can do that, and that was under Yeltsin; now security is more valuable than cash," Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared.
  The girl stamped her foot in her boot:
  - Looks like it! This isn't about selling! Our black sultan has put forward his own theory - he's a genius!
  "A genius of terrorism!" agreed the combative Fai Rodis.
  The brunette stamped her black, patent leather boot on the grass again, quite angrily, and continued:
  "In short, he believes that militants from the Stability group have discovered an artifact capable of greatly increasing the power and combat effectiveness of Stingers. So, your task is simple: capture both the artifact that increases the effectiveness of this type of weapon and the Stingers themselves. There will likely be several dozen of them under heavy guard. All clear!"
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya shook her head:
  "The plan is certainly not bad! But the Yankees, as a rule, like to play it safe, especially when it comes to an area like the Chernobyl zone."
  The brunette warrior muttered:
  - Of course! Although in Iraq and Afghanistan they're getting a real beating! Especially the suicide bombers!
  Looking cute and sporting a fake beard, Faye Rhodes quipped:
  - As the Russians say, their feat is immortal!
  The candle nodded:
  "The Russians are the most dangerous! Besides, we didn't want the US and Russia to join forces in a war against us. Therefore, we needed to organize the attack so that the trail would lead back to Russia."
  The red-haired beast whistled:
  - Wow! Well, that's illogical! When the main goal of the Russian intelligence services is to avenge the government, they're conducting a covert operation. As for the Black Sultan, he'll be the first suspect in any case.
  The terrorist continued her explanation:
  "Of course! But the US has become the Islamic world's number one enemy, which means that by attacking America, we'll gain new sponsors, among the emirs and sheikhs. The black man really disappointed us; we thought that with Barak's arrival, US policy would change and they would stop supporting Israel."
  CHAPTER No 14.
  The impetuous Fay Rodis agreed:
  "Obama is a puppet of the oligarchs; he's completely incapable of independence. What do the capitalists want? Oil for the magnates and wars for the military-industrial complex."
  The candle confirmed:
  - Right! But they also want to weaken Russia! - So if by chance a single corpse of a Russian special forces soldier were left behind, the US wouldn't believe it, but they would take advantage.
  And given how frayed everyone's nerves are, relations will deteriorate, with hawks on both sides spreading their wings. Furthermore, after the current president is removed, his successor will be far harsher, but that will be his undoing! The Black Sultan is calculating many moves ahead. He wants to split the Christian world, and then dismantle it piece by piece!
  "Wonderful!" Natasha Orlovskaya said with feigned delight. "Now what's left for us? And who's going to be the dummy?"
  The brunette warrior nodded:
  "You know Denis Polevoy! He's a zombie, already dead. When he dies, he'll still have documents in his pocket that bear the name of a special forces soldier."
  The sophisticated redhead doubted:
  - Isn't it too primitive?
  Candle showed that he can think rationally:
  "But it'll be harder for the Russians to get out of it! Besides, any operation can go wrong. And stupidity is always easier to believe than cunning, and there are examples of that!"
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya was forced to agree:
  - It"s likely that such a trick will work.
  - In the meantime, receive additional instructions from us.
  The woman handed them a piece of paper.
  "But it's empty!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya was surprised.
  The candle grinned with an unkind look:
  - Only at first glance, if you write a question on it, an answer will follow. This way, you can maintain contact. Do you understand?
  The redhead nodded:
  - Is this quite like an email ?
  The brunette puffed herself up:
  - Even so! The most advanced form of communication, no radio scanner can eavesdrop.
  The guest from the future asked:
  - What if it"s a drawing?
  The candle beeped:
  - He will disappear, but we will see him!
  Fay Rodis squeaked:
  - Wow! Just like in a fairy tale!
  The Black Sultan's envoy nodded:
  - And here's a fairy tale! Well, overall, how prepared are you?
  The camouflaged girls exclaimed in chorus:
  - Right now!
  The candle spoke with emphasis:
  - Don't forget to scout, we need to intercept the entire party.
  "Don't you feel sorry for the zombies? The only Russian who works for you selflessly?" Natasha Olimpiyskaya asked jokingly.
  Fay Rodis squeaked:
  - Right!
  The candle laughed:
  - No, soon we'll have hundreds of them! Believe me, the Black Sultan is not mistaken.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya reluctantly agreed:
  - Okay, take our swag.
  The girl was left without anything extra, keeping only the wonder weapon and its supplies. It's a mystery, but maybe she'll have to use it. After all, it's a state-of-the-art machine gun, and as silent as a firearm can be.
  So the girls gradually equipped themselves, sitting on motorcycles.
  "They're folding and easy to hide," Svecha warned. "The best weapon is ingenuity; it doesn't cost anything, but it's expensive!"
  "You have the wisdom of the Eastern sages!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya remarked. "Then good luck!"
  "Which will be heavily stained with the blood of the infidels," Candle said with unexpected malice.
  "Infidels, but not innocent!" added the impetuous Fay Rodis.
  Then the brunette girl reminded:
  "Don't forget to write to me about your successes and your mission. And finally, some valuable advice: change your appearance. Your beards are too conspicuous. And you don't have to wear them at all."
  The red-haired girl pretended to be a hose:
  - Oh really?
  The candle answered logically:
  "Did Dzhokhar Dudayev or Saddam Hussein wear beards? You've been in the spotlight, and I think you'll find a way to go unrecognizable."
  The girls answered in chorus:
  - Of course! We'll be as stealthy as lizards in the desert.
  Sveta climbed into the tank, followed by the other soldiers. Something incredible began to happen. The large machine began to dissolve into thin air, and then disappeared completely.
  "The second act of the play is over!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya said with a sigh. "Or even the third!"
  "I have a feeling we're either not finishing the game or overdoing it. Now at least we know one of the Black Sultan's friends by sight." Fay Rodis kicked off her boots and started the engine; it was running almost silently.
  The red-haired girl was surprised:
  - Wow, they reproduced a turbo generator in such a small volume.
  The blonde agreed:
  - That's not too bad! What are we going to do now?
  Natasha squeaked:
  - Break, crush and tear into pieces!
  Rubbing the grass with her bare, graceful sole, the beautiful girl Fay Rodis suggested:
  - Naturally, complete the task! The mouse showed its tail and you need to catch it.
  Natasha Olympic growled:
  - I think so too! And you, holy man, aren't bothered by the amount of blood that will have to be shed?
  "Not particularly! When there's more than one corpse, they go from tragedy to extra!" Faye Rodis sighed, crushing an insect with her bare toes and added, "I think it was Churchill or Lenin who spoke!"
  "Murder is like losing your virginity for the first time, and it hurts, but then with each new act the pleasure increases!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed. "Basically, we have no other choice."
  The blonde remarked rationally:
  "It's lucky we'll have to crush a pro-American group. But what if the order was to thrash our special forces?"
  The redhead also explained logically:
  "I think the command would have found a way out! They would have staged a clever staging. It's quite realistic!"
  A guest from the future noted:
  - Perhaps, but most of our future victims are Slavs, not counting the American rangers.
  Natasha puffed herself up and replied:
  - Yes, we'll be facing special forces! They're top-notch Yankees, so this time we won't be able to do without the latest weapons.
  Fay Rhodes stamped her bare foot:
  "And the armorers too! I have six armor-class stones. Let's divide them equally and fight!"
  - So be it! Three for each! A fabulous number ! - Natasha Olimpiyskaya smiled.
  "Three is the number of harmony, but not in family life!" the brilliant Fay Rodis flashed her humor.
  Having driven off, the girls distributed the stones. Then, choosing a drier spot, they changed their uniforms, removing their beards and putting their boots back on. Now, instead of forty-year-old Arab mujahideen, young Caucasian men, about twenty-five years old, with powerful, stocky bodies and raven-haired heads, were looking at the mirrors. Even their gait had changed, becoming more confident.
  Of course, the clothes are different too: leather jackets, armor, tattoos on their arms. They're nothing if not literal, Georgian mafiosi.
  "This look will immediately inspire confidence," said Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  "I'm sure of it!" "Although why don't we reveal our own faces?" the blonde suggested.
  The red-haired warrior objected:
  - And to show that we're girls! Thank you very much! You know, in prison, a woman can be either a whore or a sniper.
  "And a missionary too! There are probably preachers here," Faye Rodis said breathlessly.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed:
  - It's entirely possible! Protestants, especially those who are active in preaching, make a lot of claims!
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes said with fervor:
  "Maybe that's true! What's not quite right about Orthodoxy is that ordinary church members aren't used in missionary work. I think we should adopt the Jehovah's Witnesses' approach, where every church member is a " publisher ."
  "Why would the priests need that?" Natasha Olimpiyskaya chuckled. "Russia is already an Orthodox country. Orthodoxy is generally known for its excessive liberalism. Even Catholics are stricter!"
  The blonde replied with a sigh:
  - We've already talked about this, but we won't! Actually, I'll try to convince some people of the truth.
  The redhead cooed:
  - Okay, fine! Be a missionary, just don't forget to load your machine gun.
  The path lay through grass, with occasional creatures scurrying past, especially large, sparrow-like mosquitoes. The gladiator girls cut them down with their daggers. There was no point in wasting bullets on such trifles. Along the way, they encountered another anomaly, a peculiar one, where the shimmering colors evoked a kind of drug-addicted delirium. Shadows darted back and forth, changing their forms.
  The redhead asked:
  - What's this!
  The blonde replied:
  - I don't know! Perhaps a type of "ghost" anomaly. They're quite large.
  The girls had to circumnavigate the surface. Along the way, they came across a cockroach worm locked in a fight with a rat-boar . The scouts lingered, deciding to observe the unique battle. The rat-boar was fatter and heavier, but its opponent was faster and more agile. The cockroach worm worked its jaws vigorously, tearing chunks of meat from the carcass. Red-orange blood flowed, and the boar's tusks trembled.
  "Maybe we should place bets?" Natasha Olimpiyskaya suggested.
  Female Superman Fay Rhodes became curious:
  - And who?
  The redhead expressed her thought:
  - I suppose the best bet would have been the cockroach worm. It's much more resilient.
  "And a rat-boar isn't a sack of shit. But in this case, a more primitive organism has an advantage in the Zone's conditions. Besides, cockroaches also reproduce rapidly in radiation conditions," Fay Rodis remarked, smiling.
  The redhead stated confidently:
  - So we're both on the cockroach worm.
  Unexpectedly, contrary to predictions, the exhausted boar caught the worm with its tusk, piercing its belly.
  - Looks like we screwed up ! - said Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  "He who hasn't died is not defeated!" declared an angry Fay Rodis. "Hold on, crawler!"
  As if hearing her call, the cockroach caterpillar twisted and jumped off the tusk, its teeth grew longer, and it slashed the thick belly in one go.
  "Ugliness will be punished!" declared Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  The rat-baby's movements slowed down, he clearly weakened, then fell over, nervously twitching his legs.
  "This is how we vote with our feet!" said the blonde girl. Both scouts applauded. Watching the carcass being gnawed was no fun anymore. The caterpillar was quickly swelling.
  "I never cease to be amazed by the wonders of the Zone. Where else can you see something like that, a caterpillar eating a boar?" Fay Rodis asked herself, giggling and shaking her chin.
  "In the delirium of a heroin addict," Natasha Olimpiyskaya replied. "There are actually quite a few scientists here, zoologists, biologists, botanists, geologists, and other comrades."
  The blonde spoke out:
  "As a friend of mine, a biologist I think, said: Don't waste your energy on creating a new species; create conditions for the old one."
  The redhead was reluctant to confirm:
  "The worst thing about our world is that humans are its weakest link. We are attempting to correct nature's shortcomings. After all, humans are the smartest creatures, yet they rarely live to be a hundred, while there are trees that live for thousands. Therefore, whether we succeed in this task or not depends on the future of all humanity ," said Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  Superman Fay Rodis gurgled:
  - Perhaps so! In fact, aren't we just another evolutionary dead end? What do you think, Natasha Olimpiyskaya?
  The redhead answered confidently:
  - If it doesn't work out with us, others will appear.
  "Humanity could be dead by then," Superman-Female Fai Rodis sighed. "For example, the following threats in the coming decades. The first attack from space!"
  The redhead giggled:
  - What about the Martians?
  Fay Rodis countered:
  - No! Asteroids, meteorites, comets! As if you don't know!
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya replied with a sigh:
  "Yes, the threat is serious, although you're not exaggerating. Life on Earth has existed for billions of years, despite all the predictions."
  The religious blonde in this dream suggested:
  - I think only six thousand years, but let's not argue about it.
  The redhead showed rationality:
  - I agree! It's impossible to prove it to each other anyway.
  The girls circled the anomaly, but continued to talk. The speed of information exchange in their heads was much higher than that of normal people, and they were perfectly capable of combining both. And on the road, why not chat, especially since the Zone doesn't resemble paradise? The nature there is peculiar, as if mortally wounded or sick. Even the trees are mostly covered in rashes and ulcers. The birches have spines like cacti. The pine trees are covered in slime, fungi, ulcers, and rashes. They're absolutely monstrous. True, some anomalies look beautiful, like flowers on the bark, or brightly colored mushrooms, like a mix of fly agarics and roses, that spangle the tree trunks.
  "It's beautiful, but that's the beauty of a funeral wreath," remarked female superman Faye Rhodes.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya readily agreed:
  - Wow ! Nature in the style of avant-garde! Picasso should have come here, he would have painted so many things.
  The blonde winked at her partner:
  - And you yourself, can"t you draw?
  The redhead was indignant:
  - Why, but I'm used to realism!
  "I also painted a picture, 'The Last Supper,' for a church, specifically ," said the female superman Faye Rhodes, baring her pearly teeth. "They said I had talent."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya wisely noted:
  - We can't be untalented, but as far as I understand, you are concerned about the future of humanity.
  The blonde nodded vigorously:
  "Of course! Just imagine the power hidden in those celestial pebbles. When a small ball, eight meters in diameter and weighing a thousand tons, falls at five kilometers per second, it releases energy equivalent to the bomb dropped on Hiroshima. If the ball's speed is fifty meters per second, that's a million tons of TNT: a hydrogen bomb."
  The redhead remarked angrily:
  - Actually, I know that!
  But the erudite blonde got carried away:
  - So, if the diameter of the ball is only eighty meters, then at a speed of fifty kilometers per second this is a billion tons of explosives or fifty-five thousand Hiroshimas.
  The redhead whistled:
  - Impressive!
  Fay Rodis blinked frequently and noted:
  "And if the diameter of the sphere is less than a kilometer-just eight hundred meters-that's equivalent to fifty-five million bombs dropped on Hiroshima. A power fifty-five times greater than all the nuclear weapons in all the countries on Earth. Can you imagine the threat to life on our planet?"
  The fighting Natasha Olympic frowned:
  - This is serious! But aren't governments ready?
  The blonde sighed heavily:
  Scientists are tracking the trajectories. The asteroid Apophis, three hundred and twenty meters in diameter, poses a particular danger to our planet and could hit Earth in 2036.
  "We'll blow it up with a hydrogen bomb!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared decisively.
  Superman-female Fay Rodis noted:
  - In this case, the fragments will still reach the Earth and will even become radioactive.
  The redhead logically suggested:
  "We need to detonate it at a great distance. The explosion and splitting of the asteroid cannot help but change its trajectory."
  The blonde was clearly worried:
  - Probably, but there are no such carriers yet, not to mention the fact that it is very difficult to hit the asteroid itself.
  "Computers can handle it, but development needs to be accelerated!" declared Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  Superman himself Fai Rodis happily said:
  "Perhaps my best project! I proposed dropping several rockets filled with glass powder on the asteroid. This would change the reflection angle and make the rock's orbit flatter."
  The redhead agreed with this:
  "The last suggestion makes sense! But I think a solar film like sputtered reflective mica could shift Apophis's orbit. It would hang on it like a countersail , and it would slow down, the sun's rays creating pressure that would shift its orbit, and it would fly past Earth."
  The blonde nodded happily:
  - Wonderful! I'll have to send a proposal to the Academy of Sciences.
  Natasha readily agreed:
  "If we complete the task, we'll definitely send it; then they'll take us into account. Who takes test-tube girls seriously anyway?"
  The guest from the future said cheerfully:
  - We'll make it count. It will be better for everyone on Earth.
  The red-haired girl asked:
  - And the second, what is the threat?
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes replied bitterly:
  - Global warming.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya nodded:
  - Oh, I agree with that! But not too much noise, winters can be frosty sometimes.
  The blonde nodded vigorously:
  - No! These are just the first signs of things to come. Indeed, the absence of frost does seem to reduce energy expenditure.
  The redhead confirmed:
  - And it reduces it significantly!
  The blonde warrior noted:
  "But in reality, this process is difficult to reverse! Carbon dioxide accumulates in the atmosphere. It causes a greenhouse effect, and at the same time, more water evaporates. Humidity increases, and the greenhouse effect intensifies."
  Natasha squeaked:
  - That is, like in a greenhouse!
  The guest from the future confirmed:
  - Yes, exactly! The ice is already starting to melt; let's remember the largest iceberg that broke off from Antarctica.
  Chirping in response:
  - There is such a thing!
  Fay Rodis nodded in agreement:
  "And the disaster wasn't small. The area of the polar ice cap has already shrunk by a third. When the ice melts completely, the surface will no longer reflect the sun, and overheating will begin. That means temperatures will rise, and fires and floods will become more frequent."
  The red-haired warrior agreed:
  - They have already become more frequent!
  The blonde confirmed:
  Tornadoes and storms! And the humidity will only increase, flooding large swaths of land, including St. Petersburg. That's unpleasant enough! But who knows, maybe Earth will experience a Venus-like climate in the future?
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya noted:
  "These are Faye Rodis's tales. We're too far from the Sun, and seventy million years ago, the temperature on Earth was ten to fifteen degrees warmer than it is now, and animal life flourished. Then a meteorite impact changed the climate, causing cooling. Dinosaurs and a hundred thousand other animal species went extinct, paving the way for humankind."
  The blonde noted with alarm:
  - It is possible that if humanity becomes extinct, the next civilization will be intelligent rats.
  The redhead noted skeptically:
  - Oh, come on! Do you think beautiful Faye Rhodes God will allow this?
  The blonde girl was embarrassed:
  - No, of course not, but we need to provide a backup plan in case the Bible turns out not to be the word of God, but a fantasy of people.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya winked at her friend:
  - So you don"t rule out this option?
  Superwoman Fay Rodis confidently stated:
  "In our world, nothing can be ruled out! A scout who can't foresee a way out in case of failure is a poor one!"
  "In any other field, a mistake can cost you your life and health, but only by being mistaken in religion do you risk losing your immortality!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya said with pathos.
  The blonde exclaimed:
  - You understand that yourself!
  The red-haired warrior clenched her fist tighter and said decisively!
  "In any case, humanity has a chance, having suffered a deep wound, to recover from the shock and emerge even stronger. A beast has fangs, a man has a gun. The beast relies on muscle, and the man on reason! Trials dull teeth but sharpen the mind-that's why reason is immortal; progress, like a perpetual motion machine, will lead to prosperity!"
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes, taking a deep breath, replied:
  - But the third threat comes precisely from progress.
  "You mean the threat of nuclear self-destruction. I agree with that. Our Russian leadership is acting short-sightedly. Allowing Iran to develop nuclear weapons is like letting a crocodile roam a child 's garden ." Natasha Olimpiyskaya bared her teeth. "We shouldn't supply Iran with missile systems; a tiny profit could lead to a major disaster. Even a small nuclear bomb dropped on Moscow by those same terrorists would far outweigh the couple hundred million dollars we don't need. Iran, with its reactionary regime, is dangerous for Russia."
  The blonde warrior nodded in confirmation:
  "I can't disagree! Stalin once flirted with Hitler, helping him conquer Europe, and look what happened. Christian countries must be united, and the proliferation of nuclear weapons must end. And in general, the more countries possess the atomic bomb, the worse off the world is. Take even North Korea-what if its leader wants to support Chuhe's ideas on Russian soil? And they're even showing him such honor during his visit, this dictator Kim. Is he, who reduced his people to utter poverty, where almost the entire population, except for a handful of party bosses, eats grass, worthy of a handshake? It's even shameful for the government!" said the female superman Faye Rodis, dramatically raising her voice.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya nodded her head affirmatively:
  "I'm surprised by this myself! I'm a smart girl, and it's obvious to any thinking person: the expansion of the atom must end. After the operation is completed, we'll definitely talk about this with the president. We might even conduct special operations in countries with dictatorial regimes to neutralize nuclear facilities. Russia should be a superpower, and a bunch of small, tyrant states with atomic bombs could pose a threat to our children."
  "America is our competitor, but at this point we have more common goals, and we can only pull humanity out of this hole together. So let's not squabble. If we survive, in a hundred years, a unified star empire will be created with a common government for all of humanity!" declared the bubbly Faye Rodis. "And then immortality will become a reality."
  The red-haired warrior laughed:
  - Okay, okay! We're having a good conversation! We're talking about the fate of humanity.
  The blonde noted energetically:
  "It depends on us too. If the Black Sultan kills the current president, someone from the military will take his place. In that case, a confrontation with America could arise again-that's not a big deal in itself, but totalitarian regimes will flourish in the background, and global problems will be pushed aside. Arms races, spy wars, humanity will weaken! So, no matter how many we have to kill, it will all serve a higher purpose."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya confirmed:
  - Agreed! We'll make sure the US helps us finish off the Black Sultan. Incidentally, we were allies in both world wars.
  The blonde Christian woman with a wolfish grip confirmed:
  - But for the Yankees to understand what's what, we'll have to send several hundred American special forces to the next world!
  The gladiator girls paused their entertaining conversation. They began shooting at the rat-rabbits . After killing about fifty, they stopped and began cutting off their tails.
  Fay Rodis said, as if making excuses:
  "If we're Caucasian guys now, then that means we have something to sell! Even just our tails."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed with her:
  - But actually, it wasn't too bad to get the rat-foxes .
  A guest from the future noted:
  - They are less common, and where can you find them? They are smarter.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - Professional hunters know how to find rookeries.
  The warrior from the future noted:
  - We have too little time.
  Having cut off the girls' tails, they set off through the forest again. They talked quite rapidly.
  Female Superman Faye Rodis philosophically noted:
  "Unfortunately, the United States was the first to develop nuclear weapons. If it had been the other way around, Russia would have won World War III. The world would have become unipolar, and therefore stable, and the ideas of communism would have united all of humanity. After all, it's much easier to turn a believer into an atheist than to force them to change their concession. In that case, the planet would have been scientifically governed, and most global threats would have been eliminated."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya logically noted:
  - Besides the challenges brought by scientific and technological progress itself. I mean competition from artificial intelligence.
  The blonde shook her head:
  - A fashionable topic for science fiction writers.
  The redhead objected:
  - And yet, it's quite real. Have you ever played chess against a computer?
  The guest from the future nodded:
  - Certainly!
  Natasha squeaked:
  - Did you win?
  Fay Rodis answered confidently:
  - If I wasn't mistaken, then yes!
  The redhead squeaked:
  - But world champion Kasparov lost to a computer back in 1997.
  CHAPTER No 15.
  The blonde nodded her head in agreement:
  - I know, we weren't born yet then.
  Natasha chirped:
  - And during this time, computers have become dozens of times more powerful. Think about what that means.
  The guest from the future replied:
  - The theory of the superman!
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya smiled:
  "We calculate variations much faster than Kasparov, and our memories are better. I understand what you're getting at, actually. There's a prediction that in fifty years, a thousand-dollar computer will be smarter than all of humanity combined. And then artificial intelligence will decide it doesn't need humanity. Humans are the weak link in global progress. No, that's not new!"
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes nodded:
  "But it's realistic! We might live for many centuries or millennia to come. It's entirely possible that the robots will leave us in the zoo, for aesthetic reasons."
  The redhead seemed pleased with this prospect:
  "That makes sense! But it's precisely artificial intelligence and the power of processors that can save our world. And humans will be replaced by more advanced forms, not protein-based, but hyperplasmic."
  The blonde warrior agreed:
  - Probably! I read about something similar in "The Temptation of God"!
  Natasha roared:
  - And then you'll even be able to control a computer. Using cyberkinesis !
  The guest from the future confirmed:
  - Yes, when you mentally give a command to the computer. It would be nice to receive such a gift.
  "Theoretically, it's possible; you just need an inner push," Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared. "A certain shock can awaken quasi-paranormal abilities."
  Superwoman Faye Rhodes agreed:
  "Perhaps in the future this will become a vital necessity for us. Imagine: the machines revolt, and they're told to stand at attention."
  The redhead chuckled:
  - What if there are no hands?
  The blonde unexpectedly responded rudely:
  - Then asses up, electronic ones!
  The gladiator girls reared up their motorcycles and did a wheelie. They jumped over a ditch. They were having fun. Then, accelerating, they hit the road and did a spin! The road was nasty, the asphalt cracked from anomalies, but it was still rideable!
  Along the way, you can see a thick, rubber-like hose. The girls jump over it as they walk. Then the hose coils up and starts wriggling!
  - Another creature! - Natasha Olympic noted. - And it looks like rubber!
  - It even smells like burnt plastic. - Super cool Fay Rodis grimaced.
  A minute later the road ended, and they once again came across an anomaly that was spinning in eddies and whitecaps.
  - Going around again! I'm so sick of this! - said Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  The blonde boldly suggested:
  - Maybe we should take a chance! We'll use a stone that protects against anomalies.
  The redhead did not agree:
  - It's risky, besides, there's only one of him and there are two of us. We might not be able to cover both of them at once.
  The blonde suggested:
  - What if we throw it over!
  Fire-Bearer said:
  - The majority will protect!
  "Most aren't all anomalies," Superman-Female Fai Rodis noted and remarked. "Better not to jeopardize the mission."
  The girls reluctantly set off on a detour. They were driving slowly when, almost simultaneously, they heard someone's voice.
  The redhead suggested:
  - Let's see! It looks like it's swearing again.
  The girls followed the sound and saw a burning fire. At least ten bandits were sitting around it, brutally torturing a captured thief .
  - Speak fagot ! Pour out the music, purr, where are you hiding your stash?
  He howled tearfully:
  - There, under the broken tractor, are my supply of stones and my bulletproof jacket ! Please have mercy.
  In response, a wild roar:
  - You're chirping, rooster! But it's too late!
  to the chest of a still rather young farter . He screamed:
  - No need! I'll tell you everything!
  A wild roar in response:
  - So, where's the rest of the stash?
  And a frightened squeak:
  - I don"t have one, I"ve only been in prison for a month.
  Superwoman Fay Rhodes raised her machine gun:
  - I can't watch this anymore! They'll torture him to death.
  The redhead nodded approvingly:
  - Agreed, we'll look at the goods at the same time!
  The gladiator girls confidently delivered their blows from a distance. They cut down all the militants who were carried away by the tempting pastime of torture. Generally, the very act of torturing another brings great pleasure to sadists, entertaining the bandits. That's where the rage in prison comes from, mainly because it's human nature to humiliate and trample others.
  Nine bandits fell with bullets through their heads, their skulls shattering like clay pots, and only the tenth leader remained alive. Without thinking, he plunged a red-hot rod into the farter's throat , killing him.
  "So the bastard killed the hostage, and we missed again?" asked Fay Rodis, a guest from the future.
  The redhead suggested uncertainly:
  - Maybe some stones again!
  The blonde muttered:
  - Everything is possible!
  The leader took off running. He clearly wanted to get away. The girls raced after him. They were faster, but the chieftain wanted to jump onto the car parked under cover.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya fired at the legs, but missed again. The criminal, however, lost time knocking over leaf-covered branches, and when the car finally started and moved, the female superman Fay Rodis managed to catch up with him over the bumps.
  The leader opened fire on her, but the scout, protected by her "Armor," barely shied away. Leaping at her opponent, the girl began to wrestle the bastard . He kicked her a couple of times, but received a punch in the face, causing him to whine, after which Septipus-Maria and Natasha Olimpiyskaya, who had arrived just in time, pinned his arms.
  "Don't kill him!" the red-haired girl shouted. "It will be too easy for the villain."
  The blonde agreed this time:
  - You're probably right, the way he killed the farter . He stuck a red-hot crowbar into his throat, isn't he a bastard?
  The redhead tugged at the ataman, making it more painful for him:
  - Of course, the bastard! We'll deal with him now.
  The gladiator girls turned the car around, tore the artifacts off the leader, and dragged him to the pyre. He, a fairly large man, tried to resist the two seemingly unintelligent Caucasians, but soon realized their strength.
  A frightened whine was heard:
  - I am a master of sports in freestyle wrestling, and you horsemen, it looks like you served in the special forces, what strength you have.
  Natasha Olympic growled:
  - What do you think, to avoid division? You must tell me where your gang hides the stash.
  The bandit squealed:
  - Of course I'll tell you! Like a priest at confession!
  The redhead responded aggressively:
  - But we need to be sure you're telling the truth. So I'll conduct an experiment.
  The girls led the leader to the fire and began ripping off his clothes. He desperately resisted, but was punched in the teeth, landing five punches at once. Then he began whining:
  - I am as much a Georgian as you are!
  The smile of the guest from the future, Fay Rodis, became the grin of a panther:
  - We Abkhazians are mistaken! So, people like you, Svans, are not our friends.
  In response, a wild howl:
  - I'll pay you well!
  "Give me the location of the stash, then you'll have a chance." The female scouts heated a red-hot rod and applied it to her chest, then ran it across her stomach. There was a lot of screaming, moans, and pleas for mercy. He did point out a couple of stashes, they weren't far away, but the third was in the middle of nowhere. The girls saved it for a rainy day. Then, grabbing the leader, they headed for the caches .
  Along the way, they encountered a pack of wild animals; the prolific rat-dogs were right there. They dealt with them using daggers, and the girls wanted to play again. The tied-up leader just blinked, so amazed was he by the bloody spectacle he witnessed:
  - Well, you don't even see such cool guys in every movie! - he said. - What kind of guys are they?
  Having dealt with the rat dogs, the girls checked their stashes and found weapons and stones. Among them were even a couple of "Plus" artifacts. These had no magical properties on their own, but they could enhance the properties of other stones. That wasn't a bad thing either. In short, the girls had amassed quite a bit of gear; now they could sell their swag without arousing suspicion. They also checked the location the dead trader had given them. They had to overturn three tractors.
  "The information he gave was rather vague," Natasha Olimpiyskaya noted.
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes rationally noted:
  "It can't be precise when you're being burned like that. The pain makes you speak only in generalities."
  The girls examined the stash; it wasn't much: a couple of kuleshs, three cans of stew, and an unknown stone. It looked unremarkable, like a cherry. Overall, the bandits wouldn't have gotten much.
  "That's why they killed a man!" remarked Fay Rodis, a guest from the future. "Life here is really cheap."
  - Look who's talking! - said Natasha Olimpiyskaya. - This bandit actually bought himself a death without suffering.
  The red-haired girl quickly pressed his artery, knocking the leader out cold. And for good!
  They climbed into the car alone, a Cadillac, albeit a used one, a prestigious ride. They loaded one motorcycle into it and took off, with Natasha Olimpiyskaya at the wheel.
  "This makes us look more like businessmen," the red-haired girl declared.
  "Definitely! But then, we're also risking a lot." Fay Rodis, the visitor from the future, sighed. "If they're going to stick around, the first thing we need to do is avoid the meat grinder."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya had doubts:
  - How so? Weaklings are not respected here.
  The blonde frowned:
  - Is there no other argument besides the bullet?
  "Perhaps so! Money and affection! True, a bullet is more reliable." Natasha Olimpiyskaya lowered her eyes.
  Superwoman Fay Rhodes spread her arms:
  - Is blood really our eternal companion?
  The redhead yelled:
  - I don't think so!
  The girls, saddled up in their cars, continued on toward the "Stability" group. It was located where Chernobyl used to be, slightly shifted on the map. A Mercedes-Benz 600 drove past them, though the men inside, all looking suspicious, behaved generally politely, not even honking their whistles.
  There was annoyance in the redhead"s voice:
  - So here it is, the showdown that never took place!
  The blonde sighed with relief:
  - How much longer can we kill?
  A few vortexes passed along the road, but overall it was calm, with only a slight radioactive odor . Chernobyl itself wasn't heavily contaminated, though; apparently, the border with the coast protected it. The girls knew this and were having a blast. One of the trees on the road suddenly bent over and reached for the Cadillac, but didn't manage to catch it.
  "The creature missed!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya fired her pistol at the bark, but the bullet lodged in the ground without effect.
  "Why waste ammunition?" asked Fay Rodis, a guest from the future.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - This is training.
  rat-rabbits ran past , the girls fired at them, hit them a couple of times, stopped, and cut off their tails.
  Fay Rhodes woke up... A tube was being inserted into her mouth. A girl in a white coat said:
  - Drink a protein shake! Replenish your strength! New torture awaits you after your rest!
  Fay Rodis chuckled and remarked:
  - Didn't they understand that it was useless to torture me?
  The girl replied with a sigh:
  - When they understand this, they will simply dissolve you in a solution of aqua regia!
  Fay Rodis smiled:
  - Do they do that?
  The girl turned pale and answered, barely audibly:
  - Yes!
  Fay Rodis sang in response:
  You cannot exterminate the people,
  You will be overthrown with great shame...
  Our freedom cannot be killed -
  And you will be rejected by the country!
  The girl noted in a whisper:
  "You're recovering quickly. That means the torture will resume pretty quickly!"
  Fay Rodis, whose feeding tube in her throat did not interfere with her speech, said confidently:
  - I won't tell them anything! And I'll hold out until the end!
  The nurse noted:
  - Such deep wounds and burns don"t heal so quickly on people... Maybe you really are from another planet?
  Fay Rodis answered honestly:
  - I'm not from this world... But I won't say where I'm from, otherwise you'll think I've gone crazy... But I still think this regime is a disgrace for Europe in the twenty-first century!
  The nurse nodded:
  - I agree! This regime is held together by bayonets! But justice will prevail! How I wish I could connect with the underground and those who are fighting Lukashenko's regime!
  Fay Rodis replied with a sigh:
  "I don't even know the underground myself! I don't know yet... But I'm thinking! Maybe I've had enough of the thrills! I deeply regret that I showed weakness back then and I must suffer for it! But now, as long as I breathe, I will never give up!"
  Having emptied the food container, the nurse left the captive.
  Fay Rodis thought it might be a decoy. It was unlikely the nurse would have spoken up with so many cameras all around.
  imagine something funny ;
  Napoleon the Great attacked Hamilton a couple of hours earlier and managed to defeat him before Blucher arrived. He then routed Blucher as well.
  Under these circumstances, Russia, led by Alexander I, decided not to fight Napoleon. The Austrians, supposedly related to him, offered peace on moderate terms.
  France regained two small regions in Italy populated by French people, and the Netherlands became part of its territory. Its indemnity was lifted, and the authority of Napoleon I was recognized.
  A temporary equilibrium was established. France was too tired of war, and Napoleon remained quiet for a while. However, he did begin to implement some reforms. One of the most important was the official introduction of polygamy, allowing for up to four partners.
  Although the Catholic Church resisted, the papacy's authority was greatly diminished. And the Protestants showed flexibility in this matter.
  Napoleon himself was practically an atheist. And he firmly separated church and state. Secular laws, he said, don't apply to you.
  Napoleon the Great, having somewhat restored France's power, invaded Algeria and Morocco. He began adding colonies to his holdings in Africa. Soon, his troops captured Libya as well. But Britain, which had designs on Egypt itself, prevented him from taking it.
  Napoleon decided it was best not to start a war at sea, where he was far weaker than the enemy. Moreover, he still needed to digest what he had captured in Africa.
  The French decided to move towards Niger and conquer the lands in West and Central Africa.
  Napoleon managed to establish good relations with Russia, especially after the rise of Nicholas I, with whom he became friends, and with Austria. Moreover, in 1829, Austria and France entered the war against Turkey on Russia's side. This turned out to be a powerful move.
  Türkiye was finally expelled from the Balkans. Bosnia and Herzegovina became part of Austria, Russia gained eastern Romania, and the western part became Austrian.
  Bulgaria and Serbia formally gained independence, but the Bulgarians became vassals of Russia, and the Serbs of Austria. France gained control of the Kingdom of Sardinia and the Kingdom of Naples. Furthermore, the French seized Crete from Greece and some of the islands. Greece itself, on the mainland, formally gained independence, but under French protection.
  In Europe, Turkey is left with practically only Istanbul in its possession.
  Russia also gained Transcaucasia, including Batumi, Kars, and Erzurum-virtually all lands populated by Armenians and Kurds. Northern Iraq became Russian, and the south was annexed by the British.
  Turkey was relegated to the ranks of second-rate powers. Russia, on the other hand, proved stronger than it had historically been. Napoleon died in 1837, leaving France a great and powerful power with colonial possessions in Africa, Europe, and parts of Asia.
  After which his son, Napoleon II, came to power. Taller and fair-haired, he inherited his father's great ambitions and attempted to create a coalition against Britain.
  Austria agreed, but Russia, which was at the time bogged down in the Caucasus, refused to wage a coalition war. Then, in 1846, Austria and France went to war with Germany. Germany had not yet united under Prussia. And the forces were unequal. Austria was at the height of its power, and so was France... And Prussia wasn't very strong.
  As a result of the war, all German lands were captured and divided between the French and Austrians. Napoleon II then quickly annexed Denmark. In 1851, Norway was also captured by the French.
  And in 1853, Nicholas I finally joined the coalition. Russia, Austria, and France attacked what remained of Turkey and Britain.
  On land, success favored the coalition. At sea, the British fared only slightly better. But the coalition captured the entire Middle East, Egypt, Sudan, and then Iran. And in 1857, Russia, France, and Austria advanced on India. And they, too, succeeded in capturing it.
  The conquest of Africa was also underway, moving south. Britain itself was being strangled by a continental blockade. Simultaneously, three empires were building fleets.
  Their advantage in combat power and resources became increasingly apparent.
  In 1862, facing the threat of Russia, France, and Austria landing in the metropolis itself, the British sued for peace. Britain was forced to agree to a series of humiliating conditions and give up its colonies.
  In 1864, Nicholas I died... His throne was succeeded by Alexander II. But this tsar was again unlucky. In April 1866, he was shot by the nobleman Karakazov , and the long-awaited liberation of the serfs never took place.
  The new young Tsar, Alexander III, opposed the emancipation of the serfs and continued his conservative course. However, Russia was advancing across Asia and China.
  The American Civil War dragged on, especially after the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. Serious divisions arose among Northerners. The war lasted more than ten years, and the United States remained fragmented. Napoleon II's aid to the South and the reluctance to have a strong United States, with the French colony of Canada and vassal Mexico on the border, contributed to the war's prolongation. Napoleon II ruled until 1879, and his reign proved quite long: forty-two years, and glorious. The French occupied Africa entirely, with Austria grabbing only a small portion of it, and they also made their living in Syria, Palestine, Indochina, parts of India, Iran, and so on.
  They gained a foothold in Canada and Mexico and began to penetrate Latin America. Pro-French kings began to rule Spain and Portugal. Britain became a secondary power.
  It's true that Russia has grown stronger, and Austria a little. But that's not a big deal.
  Napoleon III, son of Napoleon II, ascended the throne. He was already thirty-eight years old. A relatively mature emperor, he continued his father's policies, waging wars in Latin America and conquering Australia and the Pacific.
  Meanwhile, Russia was conquering and digesting China and India, a vast landmass. In 1904, the Russians also landed in Japan, having previously conquered Korea. The war with Japan dragged on somewhat and entered a guerrilla phase. Napoleon III conquered Latin America, almost the entire Red Continent. But he didn't have time to invade the United States and died in 1909.
  Napoleon IV-all eldest sons were traditionally named Napoleon-invaded the United States to complete the consolidation of the land. Meanwhile, the United States was divided into three parts and remained relatively backward. And numerous French armies conquered them.
  Russia continued to fight Japanese partisans for a long time, and rebellions were constantly breaking out in China.
  In 1913, Alexander III died, and Nicholas II ascended the throne. The new tsar continued his father's course.
  After conquering the United States, Napoleon IV wanted more. Britain, without its colonies, was not yet very strong. Austria and Russia were the two main powers in the world besides France.
  Moreover, both empires had absolute monarchies, and in Tsarist Russia, serfdom was still in effect!
  Napoleon IV is thinking about it... But fighting two monsters at once is an impossible task. Or at least too difficult. They need to choose one and defeat it together.
  Following the death of Emperor Franz Joseph in 1916, who had reigned for sixty-eight years-one of the longest reigns in the world-his great-nephew, Charles I, ascended the throne. This sparked conflict in Austria. Not everyone recognized the new heir, whose only great-great-grandfather, Franz II, had been emperor.
  And several uprisings and coups broke out.
  France and Russia invaded Austria. The combined attack led to the rapid defeat of the fragmented empire and its partition. Sweden was soon divided as well.
  And France included Spain and Portugal in its composition.
  Thus, there were only two countries left in the world: France and Russia, which divided up all the territories...
  Nicholas II and Napoleon IV. Such a combination. And here stand two monarchs facing each other... But they never started a war... Nicholas II died in 1936. He was succeeded by Alexei II. And Napoleon IV died a year later, in 1937. He was succeeded not by his eldest son, who also died, but by his middle son, Louis XIX.
  The new king was young, and Alexei was young too. And they fought for several months in 1941, from May to December... After which they concluded peace, on terms without annexations or contributions.
  This was already the last war between two global empires. In 1943, the French landed on the Moon. And the Russians in 1945. Space expansion had begun.
  And two empires: Russian and French, the Bonaparte and Romanov dynasties - coexisted peacefully.
  So, in general, life developed quite calmly in another system of the earthly universe.
  By the end of the twentieth century, the Russians and the French had visited almost all the planets of the Solar System and developed space industries.
  Overall, there were no longer any epidemics or famines on Earth. Birth rates in both empires were controlled, and religious practices were limited.
  The church was separated from the state, and atheism and new paganism became fashionable.
  And wars disappeared altogether, just as there were almost no major unrest.
  This composition amused Faye Rodis a little.
  And she decided to return to the mental image of the AI about the Second World War, that the USSR fought without allies, one on one with the Third Reich.
  CHAPTER No 16.
  By using headquarters reserves, the Red Army was finally able to extricate most of its troops from encirclement. But the front had sagged. The Germans attempted to take Moscow by advancing on the Mozhaisk line of defense, but were met with the massive heroism of the Soviet troops. The odds were vastly outmatched, but the fighting was bloody.
  Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova fought in the skies. Wearing nothing but bikinis, they shot down German planes.
  Anastasia cut off Hitler's machine with her bare toes and squealed:
  - For communism in the country of Soviets!
  Akulina sent a gift of death with her bare heel and muttered:
  - For the greatness of Soviet Russia!
  The girls are incredibly feisty, I must say, and they fight with great passion. And they're unstoppable!
  The fighting dragged on until late autumn... Then the Germans' momentum petered out. Another operational pause.
  In November, the USSR launched the SU-100, a tank-destroying self-propelled gun. It's a problem for the Germans.
  But the Fritzes weren't sitting still either... The formidable "E" series was on the way. It could become a breakthrough tank.
  A more destructive version of the Panther-2 with an 88-mm cannon also appeared.
  The Nazis also increasingly produced jet aircraft, which became more sophisticated and effective. The XE-162 jet fighter, particularly impressive in its flight characteristics and easy to manufacture, can be considered a highly effective and inexpensive aircraft.
  The war dragged on... In January, the Red Army launched a major offensive in the center... The Germans suffered losses and were forced to retreat, abandoning Rzhev, Vyazma, and other cities. However, both sides suffered heavy losses.
  The Jagdtiger self-propelled gun, which wasn't particularly successful, was used by the Germans in the fighting. Its powerful gun, but poor performance, proved a drawback. However, the E-10 self-propelled gun, with its low profile, performed well. For the first time in German tank design, it featured a single engine and transmission, and its height was only one meter forty centimeters. This self-propelled gun proved highly effective and easy to manufacture. And the military liked it...
  Plus, this self-propelled gun has good driving characteristics and ergonomics.
  The fighting raged... In March 1945, the Germans launched an offensive on Kursk. They managed to advance up to fifty kilometers, but were ultimately stopped.
  In April, Soviet troops were already advancing in the center, but after a month of fighting they only advanced fifteen kilometers and were also stopped.
  The front line had changed little since the summer of 1943... Late May and early June were spent in aerial combat. German jets were rampant. The He-162 proved difficult to fly, and only highly skilled aces flew it. This aircraft was especially well-suited to Huffman, who used it for close-quarters combat.
  Marseille surpassed a thousand aircraft shot down and was awarded a new degree of the order: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  Two girls also appeared in the sky: Alvina and Albina. They, too, began racking up scores quite quickly...
  By the end of June, the E-100 was already being used in combat on a fairly large scale, and the E-25 appeared, similar to the E-10, but larger, better protected, with an 88-mm cannon.
  The E-50 was also under development. This tank was to be the pinnacle of perfection. Hitler ordered it to be the most widely produced and to be kept under fifty tons. And to enhance the side armor.
  So far, the Germans were satisfied with the E-100. This tank was more compact than the Maus-the engine and transmission were placed in a single block, and the hull height was reduced. The turret was also narrower, with steeper slopes and sides. The hull's front was 240 mm thick, sloped at 45 degrees-practically impenetrable. The turret's front was 250 mm thick, sloped. The hull sides were 120 mm thick, plus 90 mm screens, for a total of 210 mm, sloped. The turret's sides were also 210 mm thick, sloped like the rear.
  This very heavily protected tank weighed 130 tons, fifty-eight less than the Maus, and had a more powerful engine, producing 1,500 horsepower. This meant the E-100 could reach 40 kilometers per hour on the road, twice as fast as the Maus. It also retained the same armament, two cannons, better armor, and a wide range of sloped armor.
  The E-100 proved to be extremely well-protected and impenetrable from all angles. And its 128-millimeter gun could take out all Soviet vehicles at long range.
  The tank was good, but somewhat expensive and difficult to produce. This diminished its appeal. However, in combat, as a breakthrough vehicle, it was excellent.
  And shells bounce off it like peas, and its speed is like that of the Soviet IS-2.
  The USSR launched the IS-3 tank in May. It had a more complex turret shape with steeply sloped armor, and better protection, especially on the front of the turret. At 110 mm, the armor was only slightly thicker, but the slope was quite steep. However, the pike-shaped design was more complex, making the tank more expensive to produce. Another advantage was the decoy-a hit to the lower part of the turret didn't ricochet, and the tank could be penetrated by even an E-10 self-propelled gun with a precise hit.
  The Germans began to see a massive presence of Arado jet bombers in the skies, which the Soviet planes couldn't even catch up with.
  The promising ME-262X, with more powerful and advanced engines, swept wings, and five aircraft cannons, boasted a speed of over 1,100 kilometers per hour and improved maneuverability. The Nazis pinned their hopes on it.
  six-engine TA-400 jet bomber was especially formidable . It was capable of bombing Soviet factories beyond the Urals, and Soviet fighters couldn't really catch it. And even if they did catch it, try defeating a machine armed with thirteen aircraft cannons.
  The Ju-488 also entered production in 1944. This aircraft was the first with four engines. Although propeller-driven, it was fast, reaching speeds of up to 700 kilometers per hour. Even the La-7 would have a hard time matching that.
  But the jet-powered Ju-287 is also on the way, too fast for Soviet fighters. The Germans are also already testing the B-18 as a flying wing, a tailless model. A more successful modification of the ME-163 rocket-powered jet fighter has also appeared, capable of flying for twenty minutes and conducting air raids-also a tailless model. And very fast.
  Germans Albina and Albina fight in the first ME-262 X.
  Two such beautiful blondes.
  Albina presses the joystick buttons with her bare toes and shoots down three Soviet vehicles with one burst, squealing:
  - I'm a world champion!
  Alvina also shoots. She mows down four Soviet vehicles with her bare toes and squeals:
  - Glory to the she-wolves of heaven!
  And both girls roar in unison:
  - No one will stop us, no one will defeat us!
  And they will go and show their tongues.
  In July, Soviet troops advanced on Orel, and in the center... But they achieved no success... The Panther-2 with an 88-millimeter 100 EL gun took part in the battles.
  Gerda fights barefoot and in a bikini in this machine. She launches a projectile at the Soviet machine with her bare toes and squeals:
  - I am a super girl!
  And on the other hand, Elizabeth will suddenly fire a shell from the Su-100, penetrate the German machine and squeal:
  - For the Soviet system!
  So the girls exchange blows with the Germans...
  The summer passed with numerous exchanges of blows. In the fall, the Germans attempted an offensive but were stopped. In the winter, the Red Army pressed them. But the Fritzes were on guard.
  The Nazis had the upper hand in the skies. The ME-262X became widely used and prevented Soviet aircraft from turning around. The ME-1010, with its variable-sweep wings, was not widely used because it required highly skilled pilots. The TA-183 proved more practical. The HE-162, too, was not widely used due to its difficult controls. However, Huffman, having shot down over 500 aircraft, received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  Johann Rudel brought the number of destroyed tanks to one thousand and was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Platinum Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds.
  The new year 1946 arrived... The Germans held out during the winter and tried to attack in the spring.
  Japan was still at war with America and Britain. The Americans had not yet succeeded in creating an atomic bomb.
  Hitler feared that the Allies, having finished with Japan, might intervene in the Great Patriotic War.
  The German spring offensive was repelled. The Soviet IS-4 tank and the German E-50 saw combat for the first time. The latter vehicle had just entered production. German designers implemented several ideas in it. The turret was narrow and sloped, with a 200-millimeter front and 100-millimeter sides. The 150-millimeter front was angled at 40 degrees from the horizontal, offering very good protection, and the 100-millimeter sides were also sloped. The engine and transmission were mounted transversely together, forming a single unit, with the gearbox mounted on the engine itself. The suspension, with springs and bogies, was lighter and offered better cross-country performance. Some equipment was mounted outside the hull. The tank's height was less than two meters. The 88-millimeter gun in the 100 El was highly armor-piercing and accurate, firing twelve rounds per minute. All this miracle fit into fifty tons with an engine of 1250 horsepower with boost and forced.
  An excellent medium tank. And Gerda fought in it, testing the first model.
  The girl, barefoot and in a bikini, shot out with her bare toes and squealed:
  - Our army is strong!
  And the Soviet T-34 caught fire.
  Charlotte the red-haired devil also fired with her bare toes and growled:
  - She protects the world!
  And destroyed the SU-100.
  Christina fired with her bare heel, crushing the enemy and cooed:
  - For Aryan victories!
  And Magda kicked with her bare foot and cooed:
  - To our success!
  The German tank is very well protected from the front, less so from the sides. But it is quite mobile and lethal. And it has proven itself as such.
  The Soviet IS-4 is well protected. The front is 250mm thick, the sides 170mm. However, there's almost no slope. And the 122mm gun is somewhat outdated, although it improves the rate of fire.
  In the summer, the Germans again tried to attack and capture Tikhvin, but were repulsed.
  Then the Soviet troops attacked. They broke through the defenses, but the Germans regained control with a counterattack.
  Then came autumn... Battles in the sky... In winter, the Red Army's offensive and counterattacks.
  And the new year 1947... Hitler had a new weapon in his line: the invulnerable Belonzi discs, streamlined by a laminar flow. This machine could ram aircraft without sustaining losses.
  The USSR is preparing to develop the T-54 tank. This vehicle is similar in performance to the German E-50, but is fourteen tons lighter. Its engine, however, is weaker at 520 horsepower, but it is diesel. The T-54's gun is 100 millimeters larger in caliber, but has a lower muzzle velocity and rate of fire than the German tank's. The Germans' armor is superior, only thicker on the front of the hull. The sides and turret are almost identical. The thickness is the same, but the Germans' armor is slightly more sloped.
  The metal quality is similar. But the Germans' may be slightly better. Alloying elements are not in such short supply. The German MP-44 assault rifle is arguably better than the Soviet ones, but a similar model is already being developed.
  The MIG-15 is also being developed to counter the Germans, just like jet aircraft.
  But it takes time.
  Stalin ordered not a single step back... The Germans launched an offensive on Kursk in the spring... They dealt a powerful blow, employing the latest technology. After two months of fighting, they finally took the city and the surrounding area.
  In the summer, the Nazis reached Voronezh and advanced along the Don River. By the end of September, Soviet troops had retreated across the river and dug in. In late autumn, they attempted to recapture the city, but to no avail.
  During the winter, combat was confined to the air. For now, the Germans maintained dominance. Pilot Marseille received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds for his second thousand aircraft. And for his third thousand, he received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Gold and Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  Pokryshkin became a general with one hundred aircraft shot down. Kozhedub took first place. But he was surpassed by two Soviet girls: Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova. Their total number of aircraft shot down exceeded two hundred and fifty. And for this, the girls received a special award: the diamond star of the Hero of the USSR. Which in itself is quite an honor and awe-inspiring.
  Anastasia shot down another German plane with her bare toes and squealed:
  - I am a super warrior!
  Akulina cut down the German car, using her bare, girlish foot, and squealed:
  - And I'm hyper !
  And how bravely they fought. These girls are supermen!
  The spring of 1948 began with a new German offensive. While the T-54 was arriving at the front in small numbers, only a few IS-7s were produced-the tank was too expensive to produce.
  The Nazis, using new technology and disc-shaped aircraft that could reach speeds up to five times the speed of sound, tried to turn the tide of the war. But they clearly weren't succeeding.
  The Red Army held out during the summer. And in the fall and winter, it counterattacked, but to no avail.
  The year was 1949... The Americans had failed to capture Japan, and Britain was tied down by the war in India. The colonial empire was disintegrating. The US had not yet developed an atomic bomb and, deeply mired in the war in the East, had no time for Russia.
  Hitler attempted another offensive in the spring. The MiG-15 battled the German ME-362. The Fritz aircraft still outgunned and outperformed the Soviet aircraft, but was somewhat less maneuverable. The T-54 finally entered mass production. The IS-4 also entered production.
  The Germans also produce the E-75, also heavy and heavily armed. Summer passes in fierce battles... And then autumn... and winter again...
  The year 1950 arrives. In the spring, the Nazis make new attempts to break through... The Red Army's tight defense. Fierce fighting in the summer... In the fall, the Red Army advances... And then, a lull in the winter.
  New Year 1951... The USA and Japan are languidly butting heads, but it seems that peace will soon come... The British colonial empire is disintegrating.
  The Germans have launched the ME-462, armed with seven aircraft cannons, into production. Their disc-shaped aircraft have become even faster. The E-50 or Panther-3 are battling the Soviet T-54. No new tanks are arriving yet. They're relying on the mass production of the old ones.
  In the spring and summer the Germans advanced. In the fall and winter the Red Army.
  And now the year 1952 has begun to roar...
  Nothing significant so far... Marseille, however, surpassed the five thousand aircraft shot down and received a special order: the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. Albina and Alvina each achieved three thousand aircraft kills and received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. And then there's Huffman, with two thousand aircraft, also a star, but with silver oak leaves. And Anastasia, Mirabela, Akulina, and Alenka each shot down over five hundred German aircraft and received a second diamond Hero of the USSR star.
  But now this year has passed...
  1953 arrived... Stalin died in March. Zhukov became Supreme Commander-in-Chief, Molotov became Chairman of the State Defense Committee, Vasilevsky became Minister of Defense, Malenkov became Chairman of the Government, and Nikita Khrushchev became Secretary of the Central Committee. Beria became First Deputy Chairman of the State Defense Committee, First Deputy Chairman of the Government, and Head of the Ministry of State Security and the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Thus, the posts were divided, and the collective leadership remained, while the war continued.
  The Nazis' initial offensive in March and April was repelled. In the summer, the Nazis advanced again, but were losing steam. In July 1953, peace was finally signed between Japan and the United States. But America was exhausted by the war and in a state of economic depression. Britain was falling apart and fighting in its colonies.
  No one is stopping the USSR and the Third Reich from fighting. And Adolf Hitler is very stubborn! Molotov, as chairman of the State Defense Committee and the holder of the greatest authority, offered the Führer peace, with the condition that whoever captured it would keep it. This would have allowed the Third Reich to make significant territorial gains. But Hitler rejected this offer and declared that he would fight until complete victory.
  The summer fighting was fierce and dragged on until autumn. In the autumn and winter, the Red Army was already advancing. But it too became bogged down by enemy defenses.
  1954 arrived... Hitler was clearly losing steam, but the USSR was also wounded. The IS-4 was replaced by the IS-10 tank. The new vehicle was fifty tons lighter, but had better frontal armor (up to 300 millimeters) and weaker side armor. But the gun remained the same. The IS-10 was more agile and very good at protecting the front, though its sides were weaker. And its armor was sloped...
  The fascists did not sit still either.
  The Führer placed great hopes on the AG series and pyramidal tanks. The pyramidal shape of the German tanks made them perfectly protected from all sides, including air strikes. Perhaps they would be the turning point in the endless war with the USSR.
  Both countries' manpower was dwindling. Boys as young as fourteen and men in their seventies were already fighting. So the situation had become noticeably more complex.
  And so the offensive began in May 1954, with a large amount of equipment and the first tanks in the form of a pyramid.
  Gerda and her crew rode in an AG-50. They fired a high-pressure cannon with a shorter barrel but a higher muzzle velocity, and sang:
  - White wolves gather in a pack,
  Only then will the family survive...
  The weak perish, they are killed,
  Cleansing the sacred blood!
  Gerda fired at the enemy with her bare toes and let out a deafening squeal:
  - Glory to my power!
  Charlotte fired too. She destroyed the T-54 and yelped:
  - Great glory to us!
  Christina fired, hit the enemy and hissed:
  - In the name of great people!
  And Magda fired her bare heel and struck her opponents, which made them really uneasy...
  And he coos:
  - For my guys!
  Still, the Germans were unable to make any significant advances... They advanced only about sixty kilometers over the entire summer. And beyond the Don River, Soviet troops held the line, preventing the Nazis from reaching Stalingrad. Leningrad remained besieged. And Smolensk, too, was under German control.
  In the fall, the Red Army attempted an offensive, but was unsuccessful. And it became bogged down in a tough defense...
  Winter in small skirmishes...
  It's New Year's 1955. America is still in the Depression, and there's no atomic bomb. Britain has effectively collapsed... War is raging between the Third Reich and the USSR.
  So in the spring, the Germans are on the offensive again. They already have plenty of AG-50 pyramid tanks. And the fighting is so brutal... And again, no significant results. Over the spring and summer, the Germans advanced only a hundred kilometers in the center and north.
  True, they came close to Tikhvin and Rzhev... They created problems for Leningrad's supplies. But in late autumn and winter, Soviet troops were able to partially restore the situation.
  And so the year 1956 dawned... The Red Army began receiving the new T-55 tank, somewhat heavier and armed with a 105-millimeter cannon. A modification, the IS-11, also appeared, similar to the IS-10, but with a 122-millimeter gun with a longer barrel. The Germans, however, had a more powerful armor and armament in the AG-75 series...
  In the spring, the Nazis attempted to advance again. In May, the fighting reached its peak. And June 7, 1956, marked exactly fifteen years since the start of the Great Patriotic War. And it's terrible. This nightmare has already lasted fifteen years!
  Some of the fascists' equipment is quite exotic. Like the fighting witch girls;
  Gerda, Charlotte, Christina, and Magda are riding in a U-class E-100 tank. This vehicle is more compact, with a crew of four. Its armament includes a rocket launcher and a universal 88-mm 100 EL tank destroyer cannon.
  The warrior women ride along and whistle.
  Gerda fires a long gun. It penetrates the side of a T-54 from a distance and chirps:
  - We will give our hearts for the Motherland,
  And we'll roast Stalin and eat him!
  Charlotte fired her rocket launcher. It covered the Soviet bunker and squealed:
  - We are invincible!
  Christina took it and growled, pulling the trigger with her bare heel:
  - We'll get it in both!
  Magda also struck with precision, destroying a Soviet SU-152 self-propelled gun. And cooed:
  - There will be time, victory will come!
  Gerda squealed as she fired:
  - No one can stop us!
  Charlotte confirmed:
  - But pasaran!
  The red-haired beast went through the entire First World War with Gerda, starting in Poland and ending with that May offensive. The red-haired devil saw a lot.
  And I'm ready to fight to the end!
  Christina also shoots, baring her teeth. Her hair is golden-red. Girls don't age in war, in fact, they seem to grow younger! They're so fierce and loving. They bare their teeth.
  And there are not a single holes in the teeth.
  Magda has gold leaf-colored hair. And she grins wildly, too. What a cool girl. She has such aggressive grace and the energy of a thousand horses.
  Gerda, the girl with white hair, shoots and remarks with a smile:
  - There is a lot of good and bad in the world... But damn, how long has this war dragged on!
  Charlotte agreed with this:
  - And indeed, the Second World War has dragged on for far too long. All the fighting, and more fighting... It's truly exhausting!
  Christina moved her bare foot along the armor and yelped:
  - But Britain is still not defeated!
  Magda fired at the Russians and growled:
  - And it must be defeated! This is our credo!
  Gerda hissed, shooting at the Russians and baring her ivory-colored teeth:
  - We need victory!
  Charlotte also fucked up, saying :
  - One for all, we will not stop at any price!
  Christina, the red-haired and golden beast, squealed:
  - No! We won't stand!
  Magda smacked her scarlet lips and chirped:
  - We don"t go to the store for prices!
  And the golden-haired harpy fired.
  Gerda also took a stab at the Russian tanks. She knocked out a vehicle and yelped:
  - We are the strongest in the world!
  Charlotte added, singing along:
  - We'll flush all our enemies down the toilet!
  Christina supported the song impulse:
  - The Fatherland does not believe in tears!
  Magda continued in a melodious voice:
  - And we'll give all the communists a good beating!
  And the girls winked at each other. Overall, they have a good tank. It's just hard to penetrate a T-54's frontal armor from a distance. But the Germans' shells aren't ordinary shells, they have a uranium core. And there are a lot of black people in the army. They fight with a frenzied fury. And not everyone can compare to them.
  The girls are used to fighting barefoot. Back in Poland, they wore nothing but bikinis and were barefoot.
  When bare soles touch the ground, it rejuvenates. Maybe that's why girls never age! Even though time flies! Let's be honest, these warriors are quite heroic.
  They've accomplished so many heroic deeds, yet they fight like ordinary soldiers. And always in bikinis and barefoot. In winter, they even enjoy slapping their bare feet through the snowdrifts.
  Gerda shoots and sings:
  - We will go through fire and water!
  Charlotte fired a bomb launcher at the Russians and said:
  - Glory to the Prussian people!
  Christina also fired and squeaked:
  - We will rule the planet!
  Magda nailed it and confirmed:
  - We definitely will!
  Gerda fired the projectile again and squealed:
  - Even napalm won't stop us!
  Charlotte agreed with this:
  - And even the atomic bomb, which we are not afraid of!
  Christina hissed and replied:
  - The Americans failed to create an atomic bomb! It's a bluff!
  Magda shouted at the top of her lungs:
  - The world cannot escape the new German order!
  But a brave four girls stood in their way.
  Natasha threw a grenade at the fascists with her bare foot and sang:
  - In vain...
  Zoya launched the death gift with her bare heel and added:
  - The enemy...
  Augustine added something devastating and squeaked:
  - He thinks...
  Svetlana tossed the grenade with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - What...
  Natasha threw a couple of lemons with her bare feet and yelped:
  - Russians...
  Zoya also added something energetic and deadly, squealing:
  - I managed....
  Augustine launched the deadly one, muttering:
  - Enemy....
  Svetlana gave another devastating sip and blurted out:
  - Break it!
  Natasha fired a burst and squeaked:
  - Who...
  Zoya also fired at the black foreigners that the fascists had recruited and squealed:
  - Brave!
  Augustine said with force and fury:
  - That...
  Svetlana gave in with a panther-like grin:
  - IN...
  Natasha threw a grenade with her bare foot and yelped:
  - I fight...
  Zoya threw the gift of death with her bare fingers and muttered:
  - It's attacking!
  Augustine hit and muttered:
  - Enemies...
  Svetlana kicked the bunch of grenades with her bare feet and yelled at the top of her lungs:
  - We will...
  Natasha fired a burst and hissed:
  - Furiously....
  Zoya cut down the fascists and squealed:
  - Hit!
  Augustine fired again and yelped:
  - Furiously....
  Svetlana chirped while firing:
  - Hit!
  Natasha threw a grenade again with her graceful, bare foot and chirped:
  - We will destroy the fascists!
  Zoya took it and chirped:
  - The future path to communism!
  And she threw a lemon with her bare toes.
  Augustina took and scattered the lines, and her bare legs flew with destruction at the Fritzes:
  - We will split our opponents!
  Svetlana took the bundle of grenades and tossed it with her bare heel and squealed:
  - Let's destroy the fascists!
  And the girls threw grenades. They blew up the fascists. And they fired back. They pushed forward. The tanks were advancing again. The newest German Leopard 1 was moving. A very agile machine.
  But the girls took him on too and knocked him out. They tore apart the mobile, gas-turbine-powered vehicle. And blew it to pieces.
  Natasha noted with a laugh:
  - We fight great!
  Zoya agreed with this:
  - Very cool!
  Augustine wittily remarked:
  - We will have victory!
  And she launched an anti-tank grenade with her bare foot. What a strong girl. And so witty.
  Svetlana also launched a death gift with her bare toes and hit her opponent. A very aggressive girl, with eyes the color of cornflowers. She has such wit and a burst of strength!
  Natasha fired a burst and bared her teeth:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Zoya was shooting very actively and grinning, showing her pearly teeth:
  - I am a warrior of that level that never fades!
  Augustina fired too. She mowed down the fascists and gurgled:
  - I am a warrior with great ambitions!
  And she bared her pearly teeth!
  Svetlana confirmed:
  - Very big ambitions!
  The girls have been fighting for a very long time. And, of course, they've excelled in military work. They're absolutely stunning. Outstanding intelligence. And they're first-rate shots.
  Natasha, firing, thought that without Stalin, a void had formed in people's souls. As if a loved one had died.
  Although this Georgian was cruel. And he didn't do everything right. There's even a joke about it. Why does Lenin wear shoes, while Stalin wears boots? Because Vladimir Ilyich chose his path, while this mustachioed guy just pushes ahead.
  In this regard, Stalin was not an optimal ruler. Indeed, as Lenin described him, he was too rude.
  And German female ace pilots are trying themselves in a different role.
  Two girls, Albina and Alvina, are flying in a flying saucer. They are invulnerable thanks to a powerful laminar flow. But they can't fire themselves. However, thanks to their colossal speed, they can overtake and ram Soviet aircraft.
  Albina, bending her disc, noted:
  - The technology is ironclad, certainly necessary and very useful!
  Alvina giggled, bared her teeth and hissed:
  - But the spirit decides everything!
  Albina clarified:
  - The most fighting spirit there is!
  Both girls are blonde and wearing bikinis. They're very pretty and barefoot. When a warrior goes barefoot, she's lucky. These girls are so colorful and gorgeous right now.
  This is how good it is for girls.
  Alvina shot down two Soviet MIG-15s and chirped:
  - Our glorious hunt!
  Albina confirmed the ramming and said:
  - And it will never be the last!
  Alvina knocked down three more Soviet attack aircraft and squeaked:
  - Do you think God loves Germany?
  Albina shook her head doubtfully:
  - Apparently not very!
  Alvina giggled and asked again:
  - Why do you think so?
  Albina rammed two Soviet cars and squealed:
  - The war has been going on for too long!
  Alvina logically noted:
  - But we are advancing!
  Albina bared her teeth and yelped:
  - So victory will come!
  Alvina shot down four Soviet planes at once with a daring maneuver and squealed:
  - He will definitely come!
  Albina considered it necessary to remind:
  - After Stalingrad, the war did not follow the rules...
  Alvina agreed with this:
  - That's right, it's not according to the rules!
  Albina squeaked in frustration:
  - We started losing!
  Alvina squeaked with annoyance:
  - They definitely have!
  Albina rammed several more Soviet vehicles and squealed:
  - Isn't this a problem for us?
  Alvina shot down a couple of Russian fighters and yelped:
  - We thought the situation was completely hopeless!
  Albina bared her teeth carnivorously and hissed:
  - And what do we see now?
  Alvina chirped with aplomb:
  - Something unshakable and unique!
  Albina flashed her pearly teeth and replied:
  - That the Third Reich is winning!
  Alvina took down a couple more Soviet attack aircraft and brought out:
  - We really must win!
  CHAPTER No 17.
  Faye Rodis has crafted this dystopia well. While not everything about it is particularly pleasant, it's nonetheless engaging.
  The girls in white coats brought her food again... They inserted a tube into her mouth and poured protein powder into her. Almost all the burns and cuts had healed and were practically invisible.
  One of the nurses reported:
  There's unrest in Minsk again, and many people have been arrested. They're being actively interrogated, so you won't be tortured for now!
  Fay Rodis replied with a smile:
  - Thank you! You have comforted me!
  The nurse noted:
  "Lukashenko is historically doomed. It's unlikely that the people of a European country will tolerate such an outright dictatorship!"
  Fay Rodis agreed:
  - All dictatorships fall! This one will collapse too! And I will help make it happen! But can't you free me?
  The girl said with a sigh:
  - Only a doctor or a general can open it. And they don't have time for you yet!
  Fay Rodis remarked sternly:
  - The most excruciating torture is lying down and doing nothing!
  The nurse nodded:
  "I'll ask that you be transferred to a pretrial detention center. At least there you'll have walks and you'll be able to read and sit down."
  The girls left the room....
  Fay Rodis was already tired of making things up... She thought that it was still good that Germany did not attack Russia from the West in 1905.
  In this case, Nicholas II might have found himself without the support of Britain and France. He would have been under pressure from the Austrians, the Turks, the Italians, Germany, and Japan.
  They would have simply crushed Russia. And it would have accomplished nothing.
  Instead, Germany found itself fighting a war on two fronts against stronger powers, including Japan, the United States, and Italy.
  So Wilhelm miscalculated. Hitler proved more far-sighted, making peace with the USSR and defeating France.
  But the Germans found themselves caught between a rock and a hard place during the First World War. Tsar Nicholas II was largely unsuccessful. But his empire was vast, three times larger in population than the Germans. And resisting the Russians proved extremely difficult.
  Having more forces, Tsarist Russia represented almost half of the Entente's land forces. And it was doomed to victory. If not for the military coup that took place in St. Petersburg, it's unlikely Germany would have survived. But something terrible happened for Russians: the monarchy fell. God's anointed one was gone. And things got very bad!
  And for the Germans it"s a relief, but Germany still lost.
  The United States entered the war and proved to be very strong. And most importantly, their tanks. They literally crushed the Germans with their sheer mass of steel.
  A disappointing defeat. And, whatever one might say, capitulation might have been the best option. Germany had lost all its allies and was being pressed by tanks. There was no real chance of victory.
  And Bolshevik Russia could well have opened a second front in the east.
  In any case, the decision to capitulate was difficult, but forced.
  Then Fay Rodis recalled a little history of Russia during the Tsarist era.
  Under Ivan the Terrible, the Swedes managed to take Narva and several Russian towns on the coast. But then, under Fedot the First, Russia recaptured its lands lost in the Livonian War. This, however, was facilitated by Poland's fighting on Russia's side.
  But then, during Shuisky's reign, the Swedes were able to conquer Russian cities. Then they took Novgorod. They besieged Pskov, but without success.
  Then came the war between Russia and Poland. In the confusion, the Swedes captured most of the Baltics and Riga. Before that, they had conquered lands in Europe.
  Sweden has become a world power. It has reached its peak.
  But then Peter the Great came to power in Russia and began to build a vast empire. Poland, Saxony, Denmark, and, of course, Russia rose up against Sweden. The forces were unequal.
  But Charles XII, at the age of sixteen, was able to defeat Denmark on the fly, and then, near Narva, attacked the superior forces of Russia and won a remarkable victory.
  But Peter the Great was not broken by these setbacks. He gathered new forces and went on the offensive, taking advantage of the fact that Charles XII was at war with Poland.
  But the Swedes conquered Poland. And the approach of Russian troops was of no avail. Peter the Great was even prepared to make peace, returning the towns and Narva captured by the Russians to the Swedes.
  But Charles XII was determined. However, Peter the Great managed to turn the tide of the war. The fact that the people of Poland and Ukraine did not support Charles XII played a role. The Swedes suffered a decisive defeat at Poltava. How did this happen? The Russians managed to wear down the Swedes, entrenching themselves behind their redoubts. And then a devastating counterattack decided everything.
  The wounding of Charles XII before the battle also played a negative role.
  After Narva, Russia seized the initiative completely. And was even able to defeat the Swedes at sea. Which is quite unfortunate.
  Charles XII died during the siege of a Norwegian fortress. The war soon ended with the virtual defeat of the Swedes. However, Peter the Great, under pressure from European countries, agreed to formalize his territorial gains as purchases. Sweden lost a great deal of territory, including in Europe. And already under Alexander I, Finland was conquered by the Russians.
  Fay Rodis noted that she had lost all desire to write. And without the doctor and the general, she wouldn't be free anyway. And now, until the next interrogation, she needed to kill time.
  And Fay Rodis closed her emerald-sapphire eyes and sank into sleep. She wanted nothing more than to see the continuation of her wonderful dream with Natasha Olimpiyskaya, and her dream came true.
  "That's the last stop!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared with a satisfied expression.
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes sighed with relief:
  - We've already wasted a lot of time.
  There were few anomalies after that, just a couple of faint flickerings. They approached a camouflaged checkpoint. The cover, however, was rudimentary: grass and bushes. Three machine guns protruded: two Russian-made, one German. Overall, the sight wasn't frightening, but it was impressive.
  They were, of course, stopped, and the smiling major, also a Caucasian, addressed them in Georgian:
  - Where are you heading?
  - To New Chernobyl . (That's what the city of Chernobyl was called after it was occupied by the "Stability" group.) How's the road there? - the girls answered in unison in Georgian.
  In response, a low baritone:
  - What interests you? Better than Moscow, may the Black Sultan turn the Muscovites into corpses.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, and so be it! You don't know where you can sell your swag!
  The Caucasian logically noted:
  "The crests might screw you! It's better to contact Joseph Svanidze; he'll give you a decent price."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya remembered the name; they were reading a brief summary of the zone. A quick glance was enough to understand everything.
  "You mean the cabbage dealer?" asked the red-haired girl.
  The baritone boomed:
  - You seem to know him! Well, fine! I won't charge you a fee, but if you find a love stone, sell it to me.
  The magnificent Faye Rhodes laughed:
  - That goes without saying, although such an artifact is a macho's dream.
  The Georgian answered quite sincerely:
  - There are plenty of women here! They will gladly give themselves to us.
  The Cadillac drove on. The girls' spirits lifted.
  The blonde peacemaker noted:
  - Here too there was no shooting.
  The redhead didn't share the optimism:
  - Don't rejoice too soon! Things could get worse later.
  "We have enough weapons, and bullets too," the blonde girl answered.
  Redhead lowered her voice:
  - It seems they are contacting us.
  The transmission was transmitted in a top-secret band, using a microwave radio wave, almost as undetectable as gamma radiation. The lieutenant general himself contacted the girls. For secrecy, he called himself "Bulat," a rather Caucasian nickname.
  His voice was clearly displeased:
  - Well, what! Have you forgotten? Why haven't you gotten in touch?
  "There was some unknown interference!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya stated.
  The general chuckled:
  - It's obvious! What a bloodbath you've created at the Knockout bar.
  The redhead sighed heavily:
  - We had to, they bullied us!
  The bass followed:
  - Was the prince with you!?
  The blonde answered a question with a question:
  - Yes, why?
  The voice was slightly pleased:
  - Of course you want to use it to get to the leaders. Commendable! And brilliant!
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes readily explained:
  "This is our cover, because the prince has the blood of a caliph in his veins. No matter how formidable an adversary the Black Sultan may be, he can only create problems for Russia with the help of his allies, including those from the Islamic world."
  The general thundered in a bass voice:
  - That's clear! So it looks like you were protecting the prince.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - Basically yes!
  The voice became much sterner:
  - For the sake of one Arab, how many Russians died, even if they were mostly bandits, but living by their own rules.
  The guest and the future giggled:
  - That's how it happens!
  The redhead logically noted:
  "War is never without casualties! The Sultan isn't so simple! His men, in particular, possess the gift of teleportation-instantaneous movement through space. So such a monster can only be defeated by cunning. Sending special forces into the zone's radioactive belt is pointless; they won't be caught anyway."
  It was clear from their voices that they understood:
  "The president has the final say here. Besides, I won't hide it: many in the military are against you and even believe you pose a potential threat to humanity."
  The blonde suddenly joked:
  "Or maybe their wallets! They're afraid of cutbacks. If two girls successfully fight against superior forces, then Russia won't need such a large army. Consequently, the security agencies and spending will be cut."
  The voice softened again:
  "An interesting idea, I hadn't even thought of that. It's quite possible, but a potential new species is always something unpredictable. The Vympel group has never lost nearly two hundred killed in one go. And you even took out a gang, the kind of Russian Rambo you've only ever seen in movies. Nearly two hundred and fifty dead in the last day."
  "And today it's already ten!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared.
  The general growled:
  - Especially!
  The redhead stated confidently:
  "But they're criminals! Zhukov once gave the order to rid Odessa of bandits by simply shooting them. Hundreds of scum were killed, but order was restored."
  The voice became approving in tone:
  - So you're adopting Zhukovsky's methods! Commendable! Okay, what have you planned now?
  Then the blonde spoke up:
  - The most serious thing is that we need to capture a batch of Stingers, apparently the latest models.
  The general became wary:
  - And why do the Americans need this?
  The redhead replied:
  - There is a theory that they want to enhance the properties of "stingers" with the help of artifacts.
  The commander logically noted:
  - Theoretically, it's possible! Although we've already tried this. Specifically, we irradiated mortars.
  The girls asked in chorus:
  - And what is the result?
  The general replied with a sigh:
  "At first, their combat qualities improved, but after a month, they fell into disrepair and became cracked. So the Yankees are taking a big risk."
  Superman-female Fay Rodis noted:
  "The Americans love to experiment. Especially since the Stinger isn't that effective against new models of equipment."
  Their supervisor agreed:
  - That's right, they need total dominance. The Yankees want to dominate everywhere and in everything!
  "Russians, too, are a victorious people! It is to holy Russia that belongs the future, the role of great teacher of all other countries and races!" said the female superman, Faye Rodis, with confidence. "Hallowed be the name of Jesus Christ!"
  The general replied angrily:
  - Don't go to the side! So what are you going to do?
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya answered confidently:
  - Carry out the Black Sultan's orders. Kill the Americans and their group, capture the Stingers, and, of course, hand them over to terrorist number one.
  The curator growled:
  - So that he trusts you!?
  The redhead confirmed:
  - Yes, exactly! Besides, the US needs to be taken down a peg.
  The voice expressed concern:
  - That would be great! But handing over weapons would strengthen the Black Sultan.
  The blonde cleverly suggested:
  "You'll send a team of specialists to rework the magical Stingers. That way, the weapons will turn to crap, and no one will notice."
  The general readily agreed:
  "That's a perfectly reasonable proposal! We could significantly enhance our capabilities if a couple of these models were adopted by the Russian forces."
  The redhead asked:
  - What could interest us in the "stingers"?
  The curator of the charming scouts reluctantly answered:
  - First and foremost, the computer and processor. We're chronically lagging behind the Yankees in the computer field. We'll collect all the information here.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya confidently stated:
  - We could have figured it out ourselves. We even have the Internet here!
  The general readily confirmed:
  - We have everything in prison! I almost forgot, you guys are such good with computers.
  The guest from the future readily confirmed:
  - Of course, we were trained on the latest models.
  The curator roared:
  "Then copy all the information from the American ship. It looks like it'll be an improved version of the destroyer."
  The girls confirmed in chorus:
  - Of course!
  The voice stated decisively:
  - Yes, I give you permission to use the latest weapons!
  Superwoman Fay Rhodes was worried:
  - But won't the FSB expose this?
  The general said reassuringly:
  - No, we'll leak information that it was stolen by the Black Sultan. And they'll believe us.
  The girls noted in chorus:
  - Exactly!
  The curator responded with an aggressive attitude:
  "It's not the first time we've done this! The Americans are very stupid, or rather, they're afraid to anger us. Because in that case, we might just kill whoever started this!"
  Redhead became curious:
  - Who, maybe the president?
  There was contempt in the voice:
  "There are no billionaire oligarchs who are above the presidents, who are the real masters of the United States. Obama wants to withdraw troops from Afghanistan, but the oligarchs won't let him."
  The blonde girl replied:
  - I see! That means we'll use the most modern weapons, with lethal force.
  The general readily confirmed:
  - YES! After all, the Green Berets are a select group of special forces, hand-picked fighters from various countries, experienced in many wars. You could very well die. Not some highwaymen.
  "In general, we are prepared for death, although we are even more prepared for victory!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared with pathos.
  The combat intelligence officer's supervisor readily confirmed:
  "Excellent, we don't need our corpses. I give the go-ahead for the operation, meaning you'll deal a serious blow to our allies. I must say that by plucking Vympel, you've played into the group's hands, ensuring stability, and now it's time to balance the forces."
  The blonde asked:
  - Are there still any of our residents in Vympel?
  There is clearly annoyance in his voice:
  "Almost everyone was killed! Only the Vympel chairman remains, but he's more of an agent of influence than a resident."
  The redhead muttered:
  - Yeah, that's at least something!
  The general said in a serious tone:
  - It's better not to contact him, we're using him in the dark.
  - Like us? - asked Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  The voice confirmed with deliberate indifference:
  - Perhaps! The situation in our country is such that even you can't be trusted with everything.
  The redhead asked ingratiatingly:
  - Joseph Svanidze, our agent?
  The general readily confirmed:
  "Yes, but he's not the most reliable; he's also working for the Americans. He gets paid by two women. So you can sell him the swag, but don't reveal your soul."
  "When an agent works for two intelligence agencies, hiring a child who's trying to stuff two pacifiers into his mouth, he risks tearing his own mouth!" noted female superman Faye Rhodes.
  The curator growled:
  - In general, did you understand what artifacts you managed to capture?
  The redhead hastened to boast:
  - Various! Including the famous "armor," and we also have an artifact of seduction and a "Plus" property enhancer.
  The general seemed pleased:
  - Excellent! You'll take action tonight, but first, reconnoiter the position. An American destroyer is sailing down the Dnieper and should arrive any minute. So, strike tonight.
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes nodded:
  - I see! If we hurry, we'll make it in time.
  The general answered in a serious tone:
  "And try to use your charms in bed. This is especially important for your morale, so that it's clear to everyone that you're allowed to do a lot."
  "If so, then wonderful!" said Natasha Olimpiyskaya. "I've been wanting to sleep with a stranger for a long time."
  "But it's disgusting to sleep with a man you don't love!" declared the religious female superman, Faye Rhodes.
  The voice became much sterner:
  - That's exactly what you need to avoid being a saint. Become a real female agent.
  The blonde stated decisively:
  - If they demand a sacrifice from me, I"m ready!
  There was irony in his voice:
  "What other sacrifice? With your perfect bodies, you'd get a lot of pleasure even from rape. So go for it, girls."
  The scouts answered in chorus:
  - So we understood everything.
  The general added insistently:
  - The experts will arrive on time, and now, since you already understood everything, the connection is interrupted, use your imagination further.
  The broadcast ended, Natasha Olimpiyskaya sighed with relief and said joyfully:
  "So we've gained virtually unlimited powers. We can execute and pardon!"
  The kind-hearted female superman Fay Rhodes said sincerely:
  - I would prefer to have mercy!
  of rat-catchers ran up to them . They were quite large, about the size of a skinny German shepherd, with sharp noses and horns at the end. The attack of such hungry beasts was swift. The girls met them with long daggers and kicks. They were generally eager to move after sitting on motorcycles and in a tank. After all, they trained physically for five or more hours practically every day. So their bodies needed a warm-up.
  "Movement is the rain that makes the flowers of health grow, and the hoe that uproots the weeds of disease!" declared the female superman, Fay Rhodes.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed with her.
  - The blood must boil through the veins.
  They were monsters, with their eyes, necks, and muzzles. Their teeth, while not as poisonous as those of rat-rabbits , could still cause severe allergies. Furthermore, rat-catchers were fast, and fighting them required full force.
  The scouts' blows shattered teeth and drew blood. One of their techniques was a sharp jab that broke necks. It was quite painful, capable of shocking a rat-catcher . It should be noted that this animal's fur was far superior to that of dogs and rabbits. True, in the summer, when the zone heated up, it would dull and peel, but in the winter, when it was cooler, it was lush and valuable, like a mink's, but when wet, it turned emerald. Overall, the swag was worth it. Several times, the rat-catchers bit into the jacket but couldn't get a bite through. This gradually wore them down. The mutants fell, pierced, then tried to jump on the female superman, Faye Rodis, five at a time. The girl rose on her hands and walked away, fanning her legs, barking:
  - Get predators, God knows what breed.
  "We'll bury you and pick your bones!" they purred in response, as if they were guests from the future.
  Several more ratcatchers fell . The body count grew exponentially. Natasha Olimpiyskaya struck, breaking ribs in mid-air. Then, with her next lunge, she crushed the ratcatcher's spine with her elbow .
  "That's how I deal with all kinds of scum!" the red-haired girl declared.
  A couple more powerful blows, more broken bones, boots squelching with blood. The girls don't stop, daggers whistling, piercing eyes.
  "That's how you say it in Russian!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya gave a fig.
    There were no more than ten rat-weasels left, and they, seeing that their completely invulnerable opponents were dancing among the corpses, realized that something was fishy and it was time to turn back.
  Superwoman Faye Rodis noted:
  - So even they have a concept of inequality of power.
  The girls threw daggers, chased the survivors a little, and then returned.
  The redhead suggested:
  - We will cut the skins.
  The blonde noted:
  - Perhaps even tails will be enough.
  Skinning isn't the most pleasant task. But at the same time, there's still some food left, so it's worth living.
  A four-winged, three-legged heron flew overhead . These birds are usually not aggressive, but curious. Suddenly, the spherical anomaly grew in size, narrowly missing the girls' car. They managed to swerve, but the heron wasn't so lucky. The albatross-sized bird was simply crushed, spraying a bloody mess for a hundred meters. The hood of the Cadillac was also splattered.
  A motorcycle with a sidecar passed the scouts. A group of criminals were sitting on it. They whistled a couple of times but didn't bother them.
  The next checkpoint : I met them already on the approach to New Cher ; TV towers and industrial areas were visible from afar.
  There were some guys there in American police uniforms, very polite and smiling, but they still charged fifty dollars for the car. They handed me a receipt and said, grinning:
  "Now you're free to stay in New Cher for ten whole days. It's the most harmless and fun place in the zone."
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes nodded approvingly:
  - Thank you. Are your streets safe?
  In response, there was a roar of approval:
  - Quite. There are patrols everywhere, so everything is organized. We used methods from real New York and Chicago.
  The redhead exclaimed ironically:
  -That might not be a bad idea!
  CHAPTER No 18.
  The girls continued on. New Cher was surrounded by a mound, topped with a concrete fence topped with barbed wire. Apparently, it was there to keep out any scum. The zone was such a madhouse that it was impossible to live normally there; everything was reduced to basic survival.
  At the last checkpoint, the girls were asked for a receipt and allowed inside. Among the guards were German shepherds and bulldogs. They whined pitifully and chattered their teeth.
  Overall, the guys looked smart. Only one thing spoiled the impression: two gnawed corpses lay nearby. Only bones remained.
  "Why are the skeletons lying around?" asked female superman Faye Rodis. "Without a Christian burial?"
  The commander answered her:
  "These are hanged bandits, left as a warning to those who wish to follow in the footsteps of crime. Look here, another gallows."
  Indeed, there was a corpse hanging on it, not yet completely decayed.
  - Wow ! What cruelty! - Natasha Olimpiyskaya chuckled. - We are not in danger of that.
  "It's the Caucasians who get hanged most often," the commander remarked with a veiled threat.
  "We won't give ourselves up alive!" the female superman, Faye Rhodes, declared in a decisive tone.
  The girls handed over their passports; they seemed to check them on a computer, then handed them back. The FSB couldn't possibly have failed with documents. The car entered the city. Almost immediately, they nearly crashed into the fence enclosing the anomaly. This phenomenon could only be combated with warnings; the heaviest artillery had no effect on the spatial distortions. Or the shells simply penetrated the anomaly, damaging neighboring buildings.
  There were a fair number of people on the streets, including some women. It was light, and three "Suns" were a joy to the girls. After driving past, they dropped the car off at a private, guarded parking lot, loaded their belongings, and decided to take a walk.
  Almost immediately, several merchants ran up to them and began pushing goods at them. The girls politely declined the offers.
  The guest from the future shouted:
  - My dears! There is nowhere to sell what is mine.
  They decided to start by going to the local market. They could sell their swag there for a decent price. As always, there were guards at the entrance, though they only charged a dollar each. Among the guard dogs were even a couple of trained rat dogs .
  "That's strange, they can't be trained!" remarked female superman Fay Rhodes.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya logically objected:
  - Why? If rats are difficult, but can be trained individually, and only the lazy don't train dogs, then a crossbreed between the two could easily be made into a human's junior partner.
  "Humans easily break, are difficult to subdue, and very rarely achieve natural love!" remarked female superman Faye Rhodes.
  "But she seemed to be kind to us," Natasha Olimpiyskaya nodded.
  The girls walked faster. In the corner of the bazaar, there were beggars. Several children were dancing. Dressed in rags and barefoot despite the chill, they danced the lezginka, begging for money. Other children were trying to sing, their hoarse voices reminiscent of a funeral march. Barefoot children's footprints were imprinted in the dust.
  "They're practically slaves!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya remarked. "What we manage to collect through hard work is taken by grown-up bandits."
  "They're so thin and dirty, they're probably fed just enough to keep them from starving," remarked female superman Fay Rodis. "Besides, it's hard to run around the zone barefoot; the grass burns your feet and causes allergies."
  The red-haired girl giggled:
  - Exactly, three goals are achieved at once: saving on shoes, more compassion for the barefoot , and less chance of running away.
  The poor children's feet were covered in burns and sores; they must have run through the "gentle" Chernobyl grass.
  "They must be freed!" declared female superman Faye Rhodes.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya objected:
  - Not now! When Rush Hour arrives. Perhaps our special forces will help get them out. It's immoral to torture your offspring like that.
  The guest from the future suggested:
  - Maybe we can give something too!
  "No more than a dollar!" said Natasha Olimpiyskaya, seeing the female superman Faye Rhodes reaching for the hundred-dollar bills. "No need to attract unnecessary attention."
  The girls threw a seven- or eight-year-old girl running past into the hat. Her eyes were sunken in her thin face, her hair was an indeterminate color from dirt, and the toes of her bare feet and round heels were tangled. Bruises were visible on her face, along with large holes in her torn dress, scars, and a graze on her stomach: it looked like the little one had been beaten quite a bit.
  "We need to find out where they spend the night and definitely pay them a visit," whispered female superman Fay Rhodes.
  "Let's do it right now," Natasha Olimpiyskaya suggested.
  The mustachioed girl approached the older beggar and asked:
  - Can I talk to your owners?
  - We don't have a master! - he babbled.
  "You want to deceive a man from the Caucasus, you pathetic bum." A pistol flashed in Natasha Olimpiyskaya's hands.
  "Okay, if you have a business proposal, I'll call him. " The beggar took out his cell phone. "Just don't extort money, we have a reliable and very nervous protector."
  The red-haired warrior yelped:
  - We have more interesting proposals.
  Having dialed the number, the homeless man said:
  - Please, boss, a man has come to me, judging by his appearance, he is rich and respectable and wants to make an offer.
  A delighted voice responded:
  - Okay! I'll be there in two minutes.
  The beggar turned around:
  - The connection is operational! Maybe he hasn't left the market yet.
  The redhead frowned:
  - All the better for him. Are the children healthy?
  The homeless man shrugged:
  - Well, how can I say! They're quite adequate for the current climate. Are you looking to adopt someone?
  Natasha Olympic growled:
  - None of your business!
  "Of course it's not mine!" the beggar agreed, afraid of getting punched in the face. "A couple of times we sold them to farters . I must say, they preferred to pay in kind, or rather, in swag."
  The redhead nodded understandingly:
  - Naturally! Supply exceeds demand.
  The homeless man answered ingratiatingly:
  - Talk to the boss, you have such big backpacks and it"s not hard for horsemen to carry them.
  "My great-grandfather, at one hundred and eight years old, bends horseshoes and never sleeps alone," Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared, slightly exaggerating.
  The beggar remarked ingratiatingly:
  "A tough breed! Caucasians are generally healthy. Incidentally, there's a Chechen diaspora here. Formally neutral toward Russia, but they specialize in growing weed. A special kind of weed for the Wonder Zone. It gives you such visions, heroin is relaxing, even enhances potency, a hundred girls at once."
  "We're strong even without drugs. That's right! Bulat," Natasha Olimpiyskaya told Fay Rodis. Instead of answering, she jabbed her finger into the oak board, piercing it like a nail.
  A surprised exclamation was heard.
  - Yes, it's impressive!
  The boss arrived, short, almost a dwarf, with a false but inviting smile. He glanced appraisingly at the Caucasians, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
  And the voice is like a spruce priest:
  - Did you want to buy something?
  The red-haired warrior squeaked:
  - Yes, your children!
  The boss bared his teeth:
  - Kindeping is good! And how much?
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes shouted:
  - We'll take everyone!
  The dwarf squeaked with a satisfied look:
  - That is, eighteen between the ages of five and fourteen. Well, it's up to you how to use them.
  The redhead muttered:
  - Certainly!
  The boss asked impatiently:
  - Will you pick it up now?
  The redhead growled:
  "No, tonight, when the transport arrives. We'll take them outside the zone. The income here isn't great."
  - It depends on how you say it... - The dwarf hesitated.
  The fiery warrior pressed with force:
  "Farters are used to seeing death and danger, their hearts are hardened, and this crowd is the majority. Tourists come here, of course, but not very often; the risk is too great. And again, these are adventurous people and not very compassionate, so the income is limited, not to mention having to pay protection: the police and the mafia."
  The dwarf scratched the back of his head:
  "You're partly right, but if the kids weren't profitable, I'd sell them to those same Chechens or to a brothel. But there are plenty of tourists. Ten grand for each child and we're done."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya grabbed the dwarf by the shoulder with one hand and lifted him into the air. He was wearing armor, thick and therefore quite heavy, but she shook him like a feather.
  - Well, no! Then five! - He screamed in fear.
  The redhead barked:
  - Four thousand!
  - Agreed! - the dwarf answered breathlessly.
  Natasha said aggressively:
  - We'll settle the score on the spot, hand in hand.
  A whine was heard:
  - And you won't abandon me.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya replied angrily:
  "Why should we abandon you? Homeless children are easy to find, especially in Ukraine. They're obviously crests. But those who've been disfigured by the prison system, and even those who've been trained in certain areas, are harder to find. So we'll be coming back to you again."
  - That's strange! Why don't you speak thieves' language? - asked the dwarf.
  The redhead answered angrily:
  "Such things aren't accepted these days. At least not here. And anyway, you can't earn authority through talking."
  "Then it's a done deal," the dwarf agreed.
  The blonde added:
  - Be like a pioneer, always ready.
  He whined:
  - Maybe you could send me some swag?
  The redhead scowled:
  - How much will you give for one dog's tail?
  The dwarf gurgled:
  - Twenty bucks.
  The guest from the future chirped:
  - Rat-rabbit's tail .
  - Thirty!
  - And the rat-catchers ?
  - Fourty!
  The redhead began to get angry:
  - You don't look like an Arab at all. Everything is cheap there except oil.
  The dwarf grinned:
  - The price is the same everywhere here!
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya shook her fist, flattening a fly in the air:
  - Let's check!
  Then the freak squealed:
  "I have a very valuable artifact. A stone that enhances the effects of drugs. The lowest grade marijuana is more potent than opium."
  The redhead bared her teeth menacingly:
  - Why haven't you sold it yet?
  The dwarf answered honestly:
  - To whom? It's dangerous for the mafia; they might strangle you if you know too much. Tourists, not so much, but they believe you!
  The red-haired devil softened:
  - Well, if so, bring it at night, we"ll check.
  "I'll be with security, so don't abandon me," the dwarf warned.
  They shook hands and parted, the female superman Fai Rhodes, blazing with anger at the child trafficker, however, squeezed his paw, so that the short bandit squealed.
  "It's a joke!" said Natasha Olimpiyskaya and bowed.
  "Sorry, I misjudged my strength!" said Superman-female Fay Rhodes and winked.
  The girls walked through the market, which was crowded with people. Tourists approached, inspected the swag, and police officers strolled sedately.
  It soon became clear that the furs, especially the tails and backs of rat-catchers, could be sold at a higher price, especially to wholesalers with external channels. Most often, trade took place through the port, which offered direct access along the Dnieper River to cities in Ukraine and the Black Sea.
  The girls had a rough idea of the prices, but they haggled hard for a long time. Finally, they found a captain who offered a higher-than-average price for the tails and skins. This satisfied everyone. The girls received packs of Euros, and now all that remained was to knock down the stones, especially the unnecessary "Kulesh" and "Konfetki" (candies), which sweetened the food. In fact, it might be best to try selling them to Iosif Svanidze.
  "Do you think a bartender would be useful for us?" asked Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  "Maybe so, maybe not! There's some pretty good potential here, too!" said female superman Faye Rhodes, flexing her biceps. "Basically, if you set yourself the goal of making money, you'd be rich very soon."
  The redhead noted aggressively:
  - That's right! We'll haggle some more.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya's attention was drawn to a man with three thimbles. He was actively soliciting customers.
  A thin voice babbled like a stream:
  - Attention, versus sleight of hand. Guess where the ball is, and you'll get a ton of cash.
  "Looks like a hohol. The trick is really old and no one will fall for it," noted female superman Fay Rhodes.
  "He's old! Looks like this guy's completely broke if he's decided to pursue such a hopeless endeavor. I actually sympathize with him," said Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  However, it seems she jumped to conclusions. A rather wealthy woman, apparently a foreigner, approached the thimblerigger . In broken Russian, she asked:
  - You can win a lot!
  He chirped like a nightingale:
  - As much as you like!
  Thus blossomed:
  - Then I'll place my bets.
  The woman bet a hundred dollars. She won!
  "See how hard they're making money here," the scammer chuckled.
  - I see! - She bet, then in excitement she bet a thousand and lost.
  But she was hard to stop. Soon, a young woman of about thirty had swiped ten thousand dollars, along with earrings and a bracelet, expensive boots, and a jacket. She ended up half-naked, barefoot, and wearing only her underwear.
  "I have nothing to bet!" she said.
    The thimblerigger measured her with his gaze; the woman was very seductive, especially her plump lips.
  And grinning obscenely, he gurgled:
  - I offer you ten thousand dollars, and in exchange you will give me a blowjob.
  She got angry:
  - What did you say?
  He bared his teeth:
  "Isn't that a good deal? Ten thousand versus a blowjob , the pros only charge a hundred bucks. Or maybe you're not confident in your own eyes."
  - Agreed! - the woman replied. - Just wash your scrotum.
  - Okay! - The bandit grinned maliciously.
  The balls began to spin and shift. The woman watched with excitement, shivering from the cold and excitement. Finally, it was time to choose. She pulled, and, as expected, the cap was empty.
  "You lost, now you have to pay back." The thimblerigger grabbed the heifer by the hair and dragged her into his tent. She began to resist. Fay Rodis, who was religious in her dreams, naturally couldn't bear it.
  - How are you treating a lady, you jerk ! - the aggressive girl shouted.
  The swindler whined:
  - She lost fairly! You saw it yourself!
  The blonde said aggressively:
  - You're telling the truth! Then play with me!
  The swindler was surprised:
  - In shell games?
  The guest from the future growled:
  - In shells!
  - Agreed! - replied the sucker.
  Superwoman Faye Rhodes stood next to him. The swindler handed over the first thousand-dollar payment without cheating.
  Then another thousand; he was a bit wary of the leather-clad Caucasians. Then, at ten thousand, he cheated and got ten greenbacks.
  "You see, everything is fair!" he declared joyfully.
  The blonde said coldly:
  - Now one hundred thousand!
  - Please! - He answered.
  He rolled out a ball, intending to press it between his thumb and forefinger. Then, he popped it and placed it where it was needed. An ancient trick, known since ancient Rome: it's surprising there are still suckers. Only the ball disappeared, and the Caucasian's hand pointed.
  - This one!
  Indeed, the ball was lying under the cap. The swindler turned pale:
  - Shall we play again?
  The guest from the future nodded:
  - Of course! Go ahead!
  He spun the ball again, and now it was right under his hands, just a little bit more.
  Bam, it disappeared again.
  - This one! - Superman-female Fay Rhodes lifted the cap. - Well, I think maybe you'll play a third time?
  - Aha! - groaned the thimblerigger .
  The girl spun something again. The swindler's hands went limp, and he didn't notice how the ball slipped from them, registering a third loss.
  "You have nothing left, give back what you lost." The strong Fai Rodis grabbed the swindler by the ear and twisted it so hard he cackled.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya rushed up to them. They busily searched the thimblerigger, took the money, jewelry, and belongings, and cleared the room.
  The blonde roared:
  - Well, I guess so! But the debt remains, so tell me where you hide your stash.
  He whined softly:
  - There's nothing else! The roof takes all the extra money, and you rarely meet "suckers."
  Female Superman Fay Rhodes bared her teeth:
  "We don't believe you! But being generous, we'll forgive you if you agree to fulfill any wish of the lady you robbed."
  - With pleasure! - declared the robbed crook.
  The guest from the future growled:
  - Then crawl to her on your knees.
  The woman, jumping from the cold, had already wrapped herself in something. Seeing the swindler, she said:
  a blowjob from me . So let him lick my dirty feet with his tongue.
  The swindler grimaced, but there was nothing else to do; he had to work. It was obvious it wasn't very pleasant, licking even beautiful women's feet if they were already covered in dirt.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya said good-naturedly:
  "We'll return your jewelry and belongings, but we ask that you refrain from gambling. To teach you a lesson, we'll keep half the cash."
  - I agree, and to that too! - In fact, I am very grateful to you, - the woman answered, delighted.
  And she nudged the swindler with her bare foot. "And the pleasure is worth five thousand. Okay, enough, your language disgusts me. You can get up and go lick your wounds, dog."
  Superwoman Fay Rhodes grabbed the rising rogue:
  "I'll take the ring!" she said, ripping the gold signet ring off her finger. Then a kick in the ass, and the swindler went flying.
  The guest from the future squeaked:
  - Well, bye, as they say, enjoy your steam.
  The gladiator girls moved through the bazaar again, feeling confident and strong.
  "You know, Fay Rodis," whispered Natasha Olimpiyskaya. "That blockhead must have a roof over his head."
  "Let him try to move out!" Superwoman Fay Rhodes grinned maliciously.
  Indeed, as soon as they found themselves in a deserted part of the market, two huge policemen jumped out to intercept her, and a swindler was squirming behind her.
  "They're racketeers!" He pointed with a crooked finger.
  - Come with us, - the policeman said.
  "Darling, you're my relative from Batumi, and my godfather is with you!" Fay Rodis screamed, pretending to warmly embrace the police officers. They recoiled and fell, struck in the nerves. The swindler froze, and Natasha Olimpiyskaya kicked him in the knee, knocking him down. The girls grabbed the con man and led him away as if he were drunk. After bringing him to his senses, Natasha Olimpiyskaya began the torture, squeezing his nerve endings as hard as possible, causing unbearable pain.
  The girl burst into tears.
  - Now you'll tell us everything! Where's the stash?
  In response, a frightened squeak:
  - I don't have it!
  The redhead bared her teeth carnivorously:
  - Then we will kill you, but before that we will enjoy the pain.
  The girls began to twist their joints, using skills that utilized all known pain points, and there are more than eight hundred of them.
  "Well, what are you going to say?" asked Natasha Olimpiyskaya. "Or will you die from pain shock?"
  A whine was heard:
  - I'll tell you everything! In the rat-frog monument , in its mouth, you'll find my hiding place. There'll be about thirty thousand there, saved for a rainy day.
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes looked into the eyes, the swindler was not lying.
  - You're lucky! He told the truth! Now what should we do with him?
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya hit the swindler in the throat, breaking his Adam's apple, and cynically said:
  "We don't need another witness, even for free. A new murder for the glory of the Motherland. And the police will soon come to their senses."
  "Not for at least three days, you know me!" Fay Rodis winked and added, "And they won't remember anything at all."
  The redhead bared her teeth:
  - So much the better! And so?
  The blonde giggled:
  - There are no traces, it looks like a heart attack.
  Natasha doubted:
  - Two at once?
  "Anything can happen in such a stressful job. And they like to drink together," the girl remarked.
  The redhead suggested:
  There's still time until the evening, let's listen to some market gossip.
  The girls moved through the market, not so much asking questions as listening. Then they approached some swindlers playing cards. They offered to play a small game. They accepted. The game was a mixed bag. Naturally, the girls knew all the tricks with marked cards, but they were in no hurry to show off their skills and win at doubles. However, little by little, they outplayed them. Naturally, the conversation turned to women and the best brothel in town. The swindlers drank themselves and tried to get their victims drunk. The girls naturally took the antidote, but skillfully feigned intoxication. From here, some information was gleaned.
  "This evening, American soldiers, half of them black, will visit a brothel. Well, they'll bring diseases," one of the " con men " remarked.
  - How many of them will there be in total? - asked Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  A gurgling sound followed:
  "About a hundred sailors, five hundred special forces. Green Berets, army special forces. Those guys fought in Afghanistan and Iraq, they'll bring so many infections. Not only did America give the world AIDS and syphilis.
  "And tobacco too," Fay Rodis noted and snorted.
  "The plan is much better!" the Caucasian objected. "And it's not that bad for your health."
  The blonde giggled:
  - Agreed! Kills slowly but surely!
  Gurgling again:
  - So there won't be any girls today, everyone will go for the American faces. About three hundred people will come down. There will be boys, though.
  The redhead shook her head:
  - No! Bicho , not our taste.
  In response, a croak came:
  "They can do it; they can give blow jobs just as well as women. Although I respect the ' straights .' There's a shortage of women in prison. They're afraid of becoming freaks or losing their offspring, so prostitution is more expensive than in Moscow. How can they not squeeze you there?"
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya muttered:
  "If you're going to give bribes, then no! It's true it's gotten harder; the police got a raise, so they started taking more."
  In response, a confident tone:
  "Don't worry! They say they found this artifact in prison; it turns ordinary biomass, grass, trees, and coal into high-quality oil. And if the price of black gold falls, the cops in Russia will get hungrier and settle for small bribes."
  - Quite possible! - Superman-female Faye Rhodes was surprised. - But these are just rumors?
  The militants shook their heads:
  "We don't know! They say the Black Sultan himself possesses such an artifact. He has colossal abilities in the search for loot. That's why he's so elusive and powerful."
  The redhead bared her teeth:
  - Wow! Does he have an artifact that can turn lead into gold?
  The gurgling continued:
  - Maybe! That's possible! There are the most incredible rumors circulating here.
  Female Superman Fay Rhodes was curious:
  - And they didn"t try to catch the Black Sultan.
  Again it croaked:
  "It's like trying to catch a shadow with a net. Besides, many are afraid the Russians will find an excuse not to pay two hundred and fifty million euros. And prove you've got the Black Sultan in your hands. No one's ever seen one."
  The blonde bared her teeth:
  - So this is a myth like Assama bin Laden?
  There followed a howl:
  - No, not exactly. Bin Laden: he died long ago and wasn't killed right away because the Americans wanted to squeeze the maximum out of the operation. And here it's like the devil incarnate. Specifically, two mujahideen and a sucker tore the Vympel apart. This is probably also due to the use of artifacts.
  The guest from the future growled:
  - Maybe!
  And again a drunken speech:
  "Armor stones" have skyrocketed in price recently. There's a particular demand for the wondrous stones that provide protection. But they've become harder to find. And there's also a stone that can pierce any magical armor.
  The redhead was surprised:
  - Are there such things?
  In response, a howl:
  - Yes, they call the artifact "Machine Gun." Its killing power is colossal.
  The red-haired girl growled:
  - So maybe you should sell it?
  And the gurgling of boiling water:
  "We don't have that! Generally, you have to go to bandits for artifacts. They catch thieves , rob them, and they accumulate a lot of loot."
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes laughed:
  - Thank you! Some hunt farters , others hunt hunters.
  The simple game continued, the girls began to win more often, they were also attracted by the rich smell of green.
  Fay Rodis woke up to the sound of a rubber truncheon hitting her heels. She was overjoyed that she would finally be interrogated and freed. But two masked riot police simply beat her legs with their truncheons. They didn't even ask any questions. They simply beat the young woman's bare feet with all their might.
  Fay Rodis smiled and noted:
  - Your punches are a bit weak! Why haven't you eaten enough porridge?
  The riot police were confused... At that moment, the familiar hoarse voice of the dictator-president was heard:
  - What are you stopping for? Hit her!
  And the riot police started hitting with all their might...
  Fay Rodis sang in response:
  Thank you President,
  For the gypsy's impudent eyes...
  Because everything is impossible,
  And everyone is done for!
  
  Oh, what a "father,"
  You ruined the country...
  All of Belarus is going,
  It's going to the bottom...
  
  Oh, what a "father,"
  You ruined the country...
  How will people proceed?
  I just can't understand how to live!
  We're going to the bottom!
  The riot police began to gasp from the strain. They were sweating profusely, their eyes bulging. The dictator-president roared through the screen:
  - You will be dissolved alive in acid!
  Fay Rodis answered bravely:
  - Of course! You don't have the courage to look me in the eyes!
  The president yelled something unintelligible and hung up. The riot police stopped beating him, caught their breath with difficulty, and mumbled , shrugging their broad shoulders:
  - Iron maiden! Just like Joan of Arc !
  And they left the premises...
  Then three nurses entered. They sprayed alcohol on Faye Rhodes's battered, blue legs and fed the young woman another protein shake. At least, they weren't planning on executing her just yet.
  Fay Rodis ate and said:
  - Tyranny in Belarus will soon collapse! And pray for it to happen soon!
  The nurses agreed:
  - It's horrible!
  And they left the room, constantly looking back.
  And Fay Rodis decided to write her novel to the end.
  CHAPTER No 19.
  Battles on the fronts of the Great Patriotic War continued. The T-54 was still in production, and the Germans had a wide variety of vehicles.
  The pyramid tanks are controversial. The Fritz are desperately trying to advance, while the Soviet troops carefully hold them back. But the fighting is quite bloody. Although the war is already in its sixteenth year, the Nazis are losing steam.
  The heroism of Soviet people is massive and effective, especially that of girls.
  As the siege of one of the frontline strongholds dragged on, the four girls suffered from cold and hunger, like the remnants of the Soviet garrison. It's therefore not surprising that the girls received orders to break out of the encirclement.
  They are wearing only panties, tanned, barefoot, and are heading for the breakthrough.
  They run along and fire single shots, as they should conserve ammunition.
  And the Nazis unleashed a literal barrage of fire on them. But it's no coincidence that the girls are wearing only thin panties. Bullets thus don't touch them. And they run, completely invulnerable. And bare feet also provide excellent protection for the girls in battle.
  Natasha fired, knocked down the fascist and roared:
  - Stalin is with us!
  Zoya fired too, throwing a bottle fragment with her bare foot. She knocked down two Fritzes and yelped:
  - Stalin lives in my heart!
  Augustina also fired and said with aplomb:
  - In the name of Rus'!
  And she stuck out her tongue. And knocked down the fascist.
  Svetlana fired a nail, hit the Nazi, and chirped:
  - In the name of communism!
  A group of four barefoot girls, clad only in thin panties, raced through the Nazi lines. The warriors were almost naked, wearing only panties of various colors: black, white, red, blue.
  And this is also magic, deflecting bullets and shrapnel. Try grabbing these girls with your bare hands! They're simply beauties of the highest order!
  And what breasts! Nipples like strawberries. And very seductive. In general, the girls are so beautiful, and almost naked.
  Natasha, shooting, imagined herself at a slave auction. How they peeled away veil after veil, revealing her strong, muscular, girlish body. And she stood there, proudly straightening her shoulders, raising her head, demonstrating that she was not at all ashamed. She was, after all, a girl of the highest order. In the prime of her life, and ageless.
  When a woman goes barefoot, she looks younger and stays forever. The key is wearing minimal clothing and having regular sex with a man. More precisely, with different men, preferably young ones. To keep yourself looking younger.
  Natasha imagined herself naked at a slave market, and felt a thrill. It felt like buyers were groping her, their hands dangling from her most sensitive parts. How wonderful it must be to be a slave. But it's no fun in a harem. There are no men, only eunuchs. And she wants lots of them, and with different types.
  Ah, poor women of the harem. How unlucky you are with your men. How much longer must you suffer from abstinence! But Natasha didn't want to restrain her shark instincts.
  The girl shot at the fascist and said:
  - I'm a terminator!
  Zoya also fired, chirping:
  - And I am a super class warrior!
  Augustina took and knocked down three fascists and chirped:
  - Stalin was with us!
  Svetlana fired. She killed four fascists and squealed:
  - Stalin is with us!
  Natasha knocked down several Third Reich mercenaries, threw a stone with her bare foot and squealed:
  - Stalin will always be among us!
  Zoya bared her teeth and stuck out her tongue, squealing:
  - For the greatness of Russia!
  Augustine threw a shard of window glass with her bare fingers, slit the fascist"s throat and squealed:
  - For our new Slavic Family!
  And she burst out laughing...
  Svetlana fired at the Nazis, cut down several fighters and said:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Natasha stomped on the fascists. She kicked the grenade the Nazis had launched at her with her bare heel. She scattered the Nazis with a precise hit and yelped:
  - For Svarog!
  After which she bared her teeth with a face that was so full of the grace and fury of a panther.
  Zoya took the rusty nail and slid it through her bare toes. It pierced the Hitlerite officer's eyes and chirped:
  - For the White God!
  Augustina took the explosive packet and slammed it into her bare heel. It scattered the Fritzes like shards of glass, and squealed:
  - For a new Russian order!
  Svetlana took it and threw it with her bare toes, killingly, breaking through the Fritzes and barked:
  - For the Russian House!
  The four girls fought desperately, and very aggressively. The Germans and their mercenaries retreated. They backed away from the girls. The Nazis were no match for the Red Army.
  The Fritzes remember Stalingrad. How the girls gave them hell there. They fought barefoot and in bikinis, too. It's the most effective clothing. No one can stop girls when they're half-naked. And with their bare feet they hurl gifts of destruction.
  Natasha threw a shard of ceramic with her bare toes. She cracked the German general's skull and sang:
  - In the Name of Mother Rus'!
  Zoya took the shrapnel and threw it with her bare fingers, pierced the fascist and shouted:
  - Yes, for my house!
  Augustina launched the disc from her bare foot. She cut down six Nazis and squealed:
  - For Stalin!
  Svetlana also added a new passage, knocked down the Fritzes and squeaked:
  - For a new world!
  Despite all the heroism of the Red Army, the Nazis continued to advance. It was already the autumn of 1956, and brutal fighting was raging. With no end in sight. And many casualties.
  Now Gerda's crew was advancing toward Vyazma. The city was only about ten kilometers away. But the Red Army's resistance was growing. New Soviet T-55 tanks, with more powerful 105-millimeter guns and thicker armor, were entering the fray. However, these vehicles were still few in number.
  Charlotte pressed the joystick button with her bare foot and pierced the Soviet tank's armor right at the joint. She accurately struck the Red Army vehicle, despite its superior armor compared to the T-54.
  The red-haired devil giggled and remarked:
  - We are the strongest army!
  Christina remarked with a grin:
  - And we will be stronger than everyone!
  And she, too, pressed the joystick buttons with her bare toes. She amazed the Soviet machine. She's a very accurate girl. Kristina remembered how she had accomplished heroic deeds. How she had made love to the Shah of Iran. Yes, that was quite wonderful!
  And the warrior stammered:
  - For great Germany!
  Magda, this blonde with golden hair, fired at Soviet troops and said:
  - For the sacred victory!
  Magda remembered being spanked for stealing a piece of bread from the cafeteria. She'd confessed and received slightly fewer lashes. And she'd endured the punishment in silence. She didn't cry or moan. Although being spanked on your bare back hurts.
  Gerda fired, pierced the Soviet tank and roared:
  - Born invincible!
  Charlotte agreed with this:
  -Nobody will stop us!
  Christina snapped and barked:
  - Never in the world!
  Magda squealed deafeningly:
  - And in the next world too!
  Now the snow has already fallen and Sweden has entered the war, after much hesitation.
  Of course, Sweden is hurt and wants revenge. The situation has escalated, especially after the Nazi victory in the parliamentary elections. And the war now has historical parallels for the Swedes.
  Gertrude attacks the Soviet car and sings:
  - Once upon a time there lived Anton the fourth...
  Gringeta is cut down by a MIG-15 fighter and roars:
  - He was a glorious king....
  Gertrude knocked down the Russian and sang:
  - I loved wine to bits...
  Gringeta tries to get onto the Soviet car and howls:
  - What a crackling sound there was sometimes!
  Gertrude sang:
  - Tili bom! Tili bom!
  And the girl stuck out her pink tongue.
  The girls turned out to be cheerful... They fought with great gusto. They fought like eagles. And they never retreated.
  Gringeta ran barefoot through the snow. And she was such a spirited girl. And she reminisced about her exploits. How they hunted a polar bear barefoot and in bikinis. Which was very entertaining.
  Half-naked girls shot at a wild animal with bows. They hit it and made the beast roar.
  Then they ran away, their red heels flashing from the cold. They were beautiful girls. Almost naked, but very brave. And they hunted, fearless.
  Then, when the wounded bear died, the girls roasted its meat and had a feast. It was so wonderful. The girls swam in the ice hole and showered each other with snow. Then they ran wet through the snowdrifts. It was all so magnificent and cool.
  Gertrude and Gringeta were now hunting Soviet pilots. They remembered the main rule: you have to fight almost naked and barefoot, and then the girl won't be shot down. Being almost naked gives warriors such strength. So why didn't anyone conquer the world in the Middle Ages?
  Because the power of bare, feminine feet was underestimated. And barefoot girls are actually pretty cool and strong! When a girl is barefoot, her bare soles absorb the energy of the earth.
  This is the colossal power of the female warriors.
  Gertrude shot down a Soviet plane and chirped:
  - It's cooler for girls to go barefoot!
  Gringeta also took a swipe at the Russians and squeaked:
  - Girls don't need shoes!
  And she watched the burning Russian fighter jet falling down.
  She thought about how wonderful it would be to run barefoot, both through snowdrifts and in the desert. The soles of a girl's feet become very springy and durable, and they don't crack. So there's no need to worry about the problems. Winters in Russia are generally harsh, and it would be nice to run in the snow. After all, she's a girl of the highest order.
  And how graceful and uniquely beautiful is a girl's bare foot on a snowdrift? And the toes, and the foot, and all of it together? How wonderful it is when chiseled feet step on a white surface, and the tanned ones themselves. And the girls' hair is light, they are such stunning blondes.
  And they love when men kiss their bare heels.
  Gringeta hits another Soviet car and chirps:
  - Glory to the Fatherland, Glory!
  Gertrude shot down a Russian fighter and said:
  - Charlemagne is with us!
  Soviet female warriors are fighting for Vyazma, which is surrounded by the Nazis on almost all sides. And they are fighting heroically.
  Natasha, however, throwing a grenade with her bare foot, squeaked:
  - We cannot avoid victory!
  Zoya also fired a burst. She launched a grenade with her bare foot. She knocked down the fascists and squealed:
  - There can't be two deaths!
  Augustine fired a burst too. The red-haired devil tossed a grenade with her bare foot and chirped:
  - The next century will be ours!
  Svetlana fired a burst too. She took out a bunch of Fritzes and then gurgled:
  - We are born with a new century!
  And she stuck out her tongue!
  The girls are quite impressive. They are very beautiful and tanned, three blondes and a redhead, with lean, defined muscles.
  What good girls...
  Natasha thought, shooting, that if the Bible isn't the word of God, then Russians need a different, more perfect religion. To grow in spirit and truth!
  And what could be better than faith in the Almighty Rod!
  Natasha threw the explosive packet with her bare foot. She scattered the fascists and continued reminiscing about what she had written.
  The girls both peed and shot, quite accurately. Then they stopped peeing and went back to throwing explosive packets and grenades with their bare feet. They were such outstanding girls, after all, that no bull could stand up to them.
  Here's an E-100 tank flipped over by a bunch of grenades. And how the girls laugh, baring their pearly teeth.
  Augustina, the red-haired devil, took and sang:
  - Everything will be fine in Russia! Stalin is dead, but his legacy lives on!
  Svetlana confirmed, launching a boomerang with her bare toes. She cut down several Fritzes and squeaked:
  - No one will defeat communism! And no one will stop it!
  And she stuck out her tongue!
  Zoya opened fire accurately, cutting down a dozen fascists, and sang:
  - Motherland, Komsomol, a fierce defeat awaits the fascists!
  Natasha hit the Nazis and squealed:
  - This is the highest duty of a patriot!
  The female warriors continued to fight. The Nazis, having completely surrounded Vyazma, pressed the girls ever closer. And the Red Army along with them. But the warriors stubbornly defended themselves, throwing grenades with their bare toes.
  Then Natasha, seeing how they were being pressed by foreign armies, and especially many blacks and Arabs, suggested singing:
  - Let's sing a song, girls!
  Svetlana agreed:
  - A folk song!
  And all four warriors began to sing in chorus;
  The Russian land is glorious,
  The world is ruled by communism...
  The fields are strewn with gold -
  Let's head straight up, not down!
  
  Our hearts burn for the Motherland,
  We girls - there is no more beautiful universe...
  We will fight our enemies to the end,
  will be resurrected in Rodnovery !
  
  Stronger than all the reds in the world is Rus',
  She shines like the sun in the universe...
  You fight for her and don"t be afraid,
  Let adults and children be in glory!
  
  Russia is the greatest of countries,
  When Stalin rules the Fatherland...
  This is the fate given to Soviet people,
  May these knights be made of steel!
  
  In the Fatherland, everyone is a hero now,
  Capable of making the Motherland more beautiful...
  In the name of our holy mother,
  To the endless Russian side of Russia!
  
  We will make anyone who is a tyrant,
  There will be no dictatorship over the country...
  Let millions of countries be conquered,
  And we will kill the horned Fuhrer !
  
  Let the furious dragon reign,
  He thinks he can burn Russia down...
  But a furious defeat awaits the Nazis,
  Because the knight knows that he is completely omnipotent!
  
  We will never give in to the Fritzes,
  The Russians and the Chinese will not defeat them...
  A bright star shines above us,
  For Easter we paint Easter cakes and eggs!
  
  You can achieve a lot, fighters,
  It couldn't be any cooler...
  Proud fathers are proud of us,
  Because we are building a place in paradise!
  
  Barefoot girls rush through the snow,
  They know no fear or reproach...
  I'm a Komsomol member running barefoot,
  Because there are no barriers and no deadline!
  
  So let's never give in, girls,
  We will not bow our heads under the axes...
  When trouble comes to the Fatherland,
  Let's trample her with our bare feet!
  
  Love grandfather Ilyich's sisters,
  And honor Stalin like Jesus...
  There is no need to chop off the shoulder, fighters,
  If you have to, just run barefoot!
  
  
  We girls are a great horde,
  We love to fight and we don"t retreat...
  Even though nasty rumors sometimes circulate,
  Victory will come in radiant May!
  
  And communism, believe me, will come with a dream,
  And there will be no power of money on Earth...
  We present a harsh bill to fate,
  Without any violence and laziness!
  
  In short, we'll soon fly to the stars,
  And we will raise the Russian flag over the universe...
  The red cherub spread his wings,
  In the Name of the Rod - the Lord of Russia!
  The girls from the famous four left Vyazma. They did it at night, stealthily, and on their bellies .
  Natasha, crawling on her stomach, noticed:
  - Oh, you think to yourself, was it worth fighting for so long, only to lose later!
  Zoya stubbornly stated:
  "Of course, defeat promises great troubles! But this is only a reflection of future victory!"
  Augustine said capriciously:
  "Even the Russian gods aren't helping us much! But we so want to win and reach the highest heights!"
  Natasha chuckled:
  - How far is it to the sky?
  Augustine giggled and winked:
  - Maybe even to the sky!
  The red-haired devil began to explain:
  "There are different worlds in the Milky Way. When a person, or rather their body, dies, the soul leaves the flesh. But it is transported to another world. He who serves Russia becomes tsar. He who was an enemy of Russia will be a slave or a cripple. Everything is in order!"
  Svetlana exclaimed:
  - Glory to Russia!
  Natasha giggled and put her finger to her scarlet lips:
  - Keep quiet! Otherwise there might be problems!
  Zoya chirped:
  - The warriors have no problems! The fascists know us! And they tremble!
  After which, the girl launched a shard of glass with her bare toes. The fascist fell with his throat slit.
  The golden-haired beauty squeaked:
  - No one can curb us!
  Natasha agreed:
  - It's true that no one!
  And she showed her tongue!
  Augustina also launched another shard with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - In the next century, we will come with unfurled banners!
  And the Nazi simply died from being hit by glass.
  It's immediately obvious that the girls are aggressive and sexy. Three blondes and a redhead. And, of course, almost naked and in bikinis. And such wonderful girls.
  And they also love to sing! But there's no time or place for it yet.
  Svetlana took it and cooed:
  - Glory to Great Russia in the war against the Wehrmacht!
  Natasha giggled and stuck out her tongue. She launched the blade of the disc, which slashed across the Nazis' throats, causing them to bleed to death and fall to their deaths.
  The blonde terminator said:
  - For a new order in the world!
  Golden-haired Zoya clarified:
  - For the new Soviet order!
  And she winked at her friends. Like, so and so... We'll defeat the Fritzes and their mercenaries. And let their E-series tanks roll over them. Even gas turbine tanks are no threat to the Red Army.
  Augustina took it and chirped:
  - The heart will preserve love!
  Svetlana added, also finishing off the fascist with a throw of her bare foot:
  - And the bird of luck will fly again!
  Natasha giggled and replied:
  - So the fascists won't be very successful! I'm sure of it!
  The girl recalled how the Pioneers fought the Nazis. They fired rifles at infantry and threw themselves under tanks. They fought like true heroes. And they left behind mounds of corpses. The Nazis couldn't do anything about it.
  Here one boy, with a bunch of grenades, stopped the formidable monster E-100, sacrificing his own life for the sake of the Soviet Motherland.
  All that was left of the child were his bare feet. I feel sorry for the boy. Natasha herself, despite the protection of her bikini, got a splinter in her heel. Which was quite unpleasant. But the girl recovered quickly. And there was no scar left. Although, of course, running was unpleasant. Generally, they are such seasoned bitches. They fight in the freezing cold in bikinis, and they don't give in! These girls are truly top-notch!
  Natasha again threw the razor blade with her bare toes and slit the throat of the German officer.
  And she yelled:
  - For Rus' and the USSR!
  The warriors understood what they had promised their homeland and how they fought for Rus'.
  Zoya squealed:
  - The Russian bear has very clawed paws!
  Augustine said with complete authority:
  - And will tear apart all the enemies of the Fatherland!
  Svetlana took it and yelled:
  -The USSR cannot be broken!
  Natasha confirmed this by throwing a sharp piece of shrapnel with her bare toes. It hit the fascist and squealed:
  - Russia cannot be brought to its knees!
  Zoya fired too. She knocked down the Nazi and chirped:
  - There will be complete aplomb!
  The red-haired devil Augustina took and threw a grenade with her bare heel, scattering the fascists, and squealed:
  - Give us a new order!
  Svetlana threw the broken bayonet with her bare feet . It sank, point first, into the fascist's throat. He went down, spurting a fountain of blood.
  The blonde terminator squeaked:
  - There will be changes for the better! Let's push the fascists back from Moscow!
  Zoya exclaimed at the top of her lungs:
  - Long live Stalin! He died, but his work lives on!
  Svetlana chirped, launching a grenade with her bare foot:
  - Stalin lives in our hearts!
  And he will laugh!
  Natasha also fired a burst... She mowed down the fascists and squeaked:
  - Lenin is more alive than all the living!
  And she, too, began firing to kill. The Nazi tank flipped over. A roller came off, crushing the necks of three Nazis.
  The girls are grinning and sticking out their tongues. They're absolutely gorgeous, one hundred percent!
  Natasha just took it and barked:
  - Glory to eternal communism!
  Zoya confirmed energetically:
  - Lenin remains in our hearts!
  Svetlana blurted out:
  - Forever and ever!
  So far, the Nazis were advancing. But in the center, the Third Reich's onslaught had petered out. The Nazis tried to break through further south, deploying large forces.
  Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova fought heroically in the sky.
  They shot down fascist planes.
  Anastasia, using her bare toes, cut down five cars at once and squealed:
  - Glory to the times when communism will triumph!
  Augustina also cut off the Nazis and with her bare heel sent a charge of deadly force from the MIG-15, cooing:
  - Glory to the era of communist achievements!
  And the girls burst into laughter. They'll give the Nazis a run for their money.
  This barefoot, very beautiful, sexy foursome of girls fought the Nazis. As always, they threw grenades with their bare toes. They shot accurately. They laid down hundreds of Nazis. And they sang:
  - The anthem of the Motherland sings in our hearts,
  There is no one more beautiful in the whole universe...
  Hold the ray gun tighter, girl -
  Die for God-given Russia!
  And they fired, extremely accurately...
  The Germans, however, only carried out reconnaissance in force.
  Local fighting continued in Kalinin. Approximately ten percent of the city remained under Red Army control.
  The Nazis tried to drive out the Russians. They tried bombing and shelling. In the south, the fighting for Voronezh dragged on.
  There were girls fighting there too. In particular, the beautiful Anna and Alisa. Both girls fired rifles and sang.
  Anna fired, knocked down the German and chirped:
  - In the name of the holy Motherland!
  Alice tweeted:
  - You're just a gay Hitler!
  The girls fought, and as is customary for warriors, they wore only thin black panties and were barefoot. This allowed them to hit their targets every time and not miss.
  They are warriors who will never bow their heads, fold their wings or crawl into a shell.
  Anna cut down the Fritz and chirped:
  - Young Lenin!
  Alice cut down the fascist. She threw a grenade with her bare foot and squealed:
  - And the coolest!
  Both girls are curvy, strong, and blonde. They have masculine, handsome faces. And of course, they love men. Although, it seems, how can anyone love such a freak as a male?
  But the girls are still getting charged up.
  Anna shoots and remarked dreamily:
  - It's a pity that the tsar was overthrown!
  Alice knocked down the fascist and asked:
  - Why is it a pity?
  Anna fired again and explained:
  - Then they would have finished off Germany, and Hitler wouldn"t have dared to stick his nose in!
  Alice startled the Fritz and squeaked:
  - Yes, maybe, but...
  The girl shot another black soldier from the Wehrmacht's African Division and remarked:
  - It could have been worse! If Hitler had gone against Tsarist Russia.
  Anna whistled and growled:
  - I believe we will win!
  The girls, however, weren't entirely convinced yet. The fascists were too strong. How could they be stopped?
  The enemy is literally throwing corpses at them. But they have plenty of manpower. Arabs and Africans alike. Try to cope with such a scourge. But the warriors are certain that the Wehrmacht will eventually wear itself out.
  Alice fired, knocked down the fascist and squealed:
  - In any case, we will not give up an inch of land!
  Anna agreed with this:
  - We will die, but we will not surrender!
  And again she fired at the fascists. She fought bravely and with frenzied fury.
  Alice groaned and squeaked:
  - Communism will live forever!
  And she threw the gift of death with her bare foot!
  Anna deftly caught the fascist and gurgled:
  - We will dominate everything!
  And it hits again. And her bare foot launches a grenade. Like the fascists were getting hit up to their tonsils. And they, the Nazis, had so many different coffins and deaths.
  Alice, baring her teeth, launched another grenade. It scattered the fascists and squealed:
  - Freedom or death!
  Anna giggled and slashed, cutting down the Nazis and squealed:
  - We will be first in everything!
  And again, bare toes throw a deadly grenade.
  Alice fires at the enemy, knocking down the fascists and chirping, showing her pearly teeth:
  - I am a girl who is, frankly speaking, super!
  And once again a grenade thrown by a bare foot flies.
  Anna knocked down the fascists with a precise shot. And then launched another grenade. Also using her bare toes. Now that's a girl, a girl to all girls.
  Alice fired at the fascists and squealed:
  -May the strength of spirit be with us!
  And with her bare heel she kicked the lemon of death.
  Anna also struck. She struck her opponent accurately. And squealed enthusiastically:
  - In the name of Russia and our Slavic brothers!
  And again, a gift thrown by a bare foot flies, crushing the fascists.
  Alice accurately knocked down the German army colonel and barked:
  - My heart aches for my Fatherland!
  And she stuck out her tongue. And again, her bare, chiseled foot was at work.
  The girl remembered running barefoot through the snow to deliver a letter to headquarters. She raced for about twenty kilometers across the white, prickly, stinging crust. It was a good thing her feet weren't so tender; she was barefoot the whole time, from freezing to freezing. Otherwise, she would have been left disabled.
  But she still delivered the letter, in an important font.
  And how the snow burned her heels. They were so red, calloused, scratched. Then Alice ran barefoot and back. They offered her felt boots, but she said she felt more at ease that way. And anyway, she remembered Gerda from The Snow Queen. So that girl wasn't quite brave after all. She asked for a pair of shoes to look for her adopted brother Kay. But Alice stubbornly declared that she could manage. After all, she'd never been sick, never coughed, never had a runny nose. So, an hour's run wouldn't hurt her. And anyway, you can go barefoot all year round.
  In short, Alice has since completely given up wearing shoes and has never sneezed.
  Same thing with Anna.
  And now the girls are fighting, wearing only their underwear, despite the autumn weather and the noticeably cooler weather. And they are winning, killing the fascists.
  After Kalinin was completely destroyed, the Red Army abandoned it.
  
  CHAPTER No 20.
  Fay Rodis still didn't know how to end such a novel. The war was going on, and there was no end in sight.
  Riot police and a pair of executioners burst into her cell again. They brought a red-hot electric stove. They took out large, blazing strips of metal with tongs and pressed them to Faye Rodis's bare feet.
  Despite the wild pain, Fay Rodis smiled and sang;
  It's not interesting to listen to nonsense for the sixth time,
  And I don"t understand how much I should trust "father"...
  Lukashenko promised to build paradise,
  But instead of light we go into darkness!
  The executioners, seeing that the guest from the future could not be persuaded, left the hall.
  Fay Rodis noted cheerfully:
  - Now your heels are toasty - beautiful!
  And winked at the video cameras...
  The dictator-president was hysterical. This was a huge blow to him. The woman had defied tyranny and wouldn't back down.
  Moreover, Fay Rodis even started singing;
  You cannot exterminate the people,
  You will be overthrown with great shame...
  Our freedom cannot be killed,
  And you will be rejected by the country!
  
  Bela Rus lives forever,
  Tyranny will not break us...
  Fight bravely and don't be afraid,
  The girls run into battle barefoot!
  Fay Rhodes was brought another protein drink by the nurses. One whispered:
  - Hold on! The turning point is coming soon!
  Fay Rodis noted:
  - Yes, it will be!
  And for a while, she was left alone and bound by titanium. What to do... Maybe next time I should hypnotize the riot police?
  OK!
  Her bare feet were badly burned and she needed sleep to heal them faster and without a trace.
  And Fay Rhodes fell asleep, continuing her previous, wonderful vision.
  It's good to be with Natasha.
  The winning amounts grew, and so did the stakes.
  "Are you by any chance crowned?" the elder swindler asked them.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya stated decisively:
  - No! But we have enough authority.
  Followed in an ingratiating tone:
  - You're a good card player. How about playing something that replaces luck with calculation and logic?
  The redhead logically noted:
  - Maps also require logic.
  A wild roar followed in response:
  - But you can't do it without luck, and you Georgians are lucky. Let's play!
  "Chess!" suggested female superman Faye Rhodes.
  There they joyfully exclaimed:
  - Exactly! This is a game of intellectual titans.
  The blonde giggled:
  - What's so interesting about this!
  The senior swindler suggested ingratiatingly:
  - You will be playing against Ambartsumyan, a very strong partner, a master of sports.
  "We're not afraid!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared.
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes asked impatiently:
  - How are we going to play!?
  The swindler said in a gentle tone:
  - As you wish, either together or separately. One of you can continue playing cards.
  The girls looked at each other and answered in chorus:
  - Let's cast lots!
  Superman-female Fay Rodis and Natasha Olympic snapped their fingers.
  "I have a well!" said Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  "And I have a leaf!" Fay Rodis said, delighted. "It covers the well for me to play with."
  Rajaya readily agreed:
  - Good! I think I have more talent for cards.
  They brought a clock and a board, and the girl set up the pieces. The chess sets turned out to be very beautiful, carved from ivory, with pearls and ruby crowns.
  "If you win, we'll give them to you!" the bearded leader said in an ingratiating tone.
  "Excellent!" declared female superman Faye Rhodes. "I've been dreaming of such cool ones for a long time."
  A Caucasian man, most likely an Armenian Jew, sat down opposite her. He put on dark glasses and smiled.
  "I can suggest we toss a coin to choose between white and black," he said, grinning.
  The blonde nodded:
  - Give me the coin.
  "White heads, black tails." The player tossed it up. Caught it in his palm. Then he grinned. "Mine is heads, so you have the black."
  "You know, White can checkmate in only three moves, and Black in two!" declared the erudite female superman, Faye Rodis.
  "You're so smart." Ambartsumyan put on mirrored glasses, skeletons glimmering in them.
  His first move was nothing new: E-two-E-four. Superwoman Fai Rodis responded with the most fashionable and aggressive opening, the Sicilian Defense, one of the most fashionable Dragon variations. In this variation, the pawns are arranged like stars in the constellation Draco.
  Karpov had won this line many times in his time, but Garry Kasparov, after defeating Anand, brought it back into fashion. The key is that this opening is played across the entire board, requiring a lot of calculation. Here, female superman Faye Rodis was calculating the superiority of her genetically enhanced brain. Her opponent made the first theoretical moves, quickly grinning under his beard. Then he paused for a moment. The battle began, and the game took on a complex, irrational character. Then female superman Faye Rodis realized that her opponent wasn't playing quite like a human. When you're playing against a computer, you can tell. There's a difference in both approach and positional assessment. She looked more closely, and there were mirrored glasses, behind which her gaze was hidden. The robot transmits information to a special monitor pulled up to her eyes.
  "So that's what you're like!" she said, grinning carnivorously.
  Indeed, modern computers, with ratings higher than those of the world champion, are formidable opponents, unlike a human master. But programs are created by humans, and despite their powerful processors, they have specific weaknesses. Therefore, defeating them is entirely possible. Use your opponent's excessive logic and penchant for the evaluation function against them, including their tendency to centralize pieces and their desire to grab as much material as possible.
  Female Superman Faye Rhodes fought hard against the cyber-monster . The only problem was the clock. It's a good thing it wasn't blitz; in lightning-fast games, the computer has a big advantage.
  Superwoman Fai Rodis sacrificed a pawn and gained a freer game. Then she began to weave a mating web around the king. This required more sacrifices and tricks. The computer accepted some things and rejected others. In any case, its position was weak. Nevertheless, Superwoman Fai Rodis was already playing two pieces down, and then, in Anderssen-style, she sacrificed a rook and a queen. It was beautiful, almost fairytale-like.
  A correct etude checkmate was placed almost in the center of the board.
  Meanwhile, Natasha Olimpiyskaya was successfully fighting on her own front. It's harder to play alone, as you're up against five cheating partners. Nevertheless, she managed to hold her own, jumping out of the game. She even earned a little extra cash.
  Having checkmated, female superman Faye Rhodes asked aggressively:
  - Will you play again? The chess is already mine, or let's raise the stakes.
  Ambartsumyan said:
  - Of course! We can play again. Such beauty cannot be repeated.
  Superwoman Faye Rodis thought her partner might not even know the moves. After all, his job was simply to imitate the computer. Or maybe he really was a master. There aren't many chess masters in the world, especially among the swindlers . Their profession is closer to poker than chess. And why would swindlers needlessly intimidate them? What if she refused such a seasoned opponent?
  They met again, this time with the female superman Faye Rodis playing White. It was an open variation, a Berlin Wall variation, which Kasparov had failed to breach in his match with Kramnik. The young woman employed a novelty, in the style of Alekhine, the first Russian World Champion. She managed to find a hole in this less-than-perfect defense. Gradually, she outplayed the machine, and then launched an attack with sacrifices and beauty.
  Ambartsumyan noted:
  "You're just another Kasparov," he said, having been checkmated. "Why don't you play in tournaments?"
  Female Superman Faye Rhodes found a primitive excuse:
  - They pay little! One Kalmyk ruined the chess set.
  "If it had been an Armenian or a Georgian, or even better, a Jew, this wouldn't have happened," the master remarked. "Give me a third."
  Once again, Superwoman Fai Rodis was forced to play black. Ambartsumyan suddenly took off his glasses, his intelligent eyes looking tired. He seemed to have decided to do without a computer. Superwoman Fai Rodis nodded in agreement, eager to see what her partner was really like. Her opponent chose the English opening C-two , C-four. A fierce battle ensued. Superwoman Fai Rodis soon realized that he was a true master with a respectable ELO rating. The battle dragged on, but ultimately ended with a masterful attack on the king by the blonde. There was no need to checkmate: Ambartsumyan resigned.
  And he even bowed, gently shaking the girl"s hand:
  - All in all, you played magnificently! I acknowledge your advantage and don't want to become a beggar.
  "Then I'll go back to the cards," decided the female superman, Fay Rhodes.
  Things went much better for the girls together. Natasha Olimpiyskaya noted:
  - In cards, luck comes to a clear head, nimble fingers, and a calm heart!
  - And a fat wallet! - giggled the female superman Fay Rhodes.
  Now the girls were winning, raising the stakes ever more decisively. Eventually, their opponents ran out of money and begged.
  - You're lucky now, which means you should give us a loan.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya shrugged:
  - Yes, but not for more than half an hour.
  The scammers changed the deck, but the presence of marked cards only made the task easier. They were easier to navigate. Wins followed one after another, and the debt hole grew. Half an hour flew by, and Natasha Olimpiyskaya spoke.
  - Well? It was a lot of fun with you, but we have to go.
  "Croupier" grinned:
  - Come next time!
  The girls had barely turned to leave when security guards barred their way, pistols drawn. The bandit players standing behind them also bristled with guns. Nothing unexpected, really, but what else would you expect from the gaming mafia?
  A wild roar followed:
  - Now put your paws up and give all the cabbage back!
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya and the combative Fay Rodis dove down, dodging bullets and performing sweeps, drawing their rapid-fire pistols. The girls' close-range, off-the-cuff fire was practically unstoppable. The only limitation was the pistol's rate of fire-no more than twelve rounds per second-but that was more than enough.
  The bandits managed to return fire, but missed, some even hitting their own. Their gunfire died out before it even began. Afterward, only fifteen bodies remained. Ambartsumyan was also killed, killed by Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  "Why did you do that?" asked the blonde girl, who naturally felt sorry for the true master of sports.
  The redhead hissed aggressively:
  - We can't leave an extra witness. Don't you know yourself?
  "He was such an aesthete," sighed the female superman Faye Rhodes.
  "And he got involved with gangsters, and that's what he got. Crime isn't like chocolate; if you get dirty, you won't have a sweet life, but you'll definitely get a fatty heart!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya remarked. "To each his own."
  The blonde said hopefully:
  - He could still improve!
  The redhead answered angrily:
  - Or raise the alarm. The walls here are good, they muffle all sounds, and it's best for us to leave.
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes sighed heavily:
  - Fifteen more corpses.
  "The stairs leading up are most likely made of skulls, and the handrails are made of daggers!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya noted.
  The blonde is clearly upset:
  - To hell, quickly! This is the obvious death of all humanity!
  "We haven't killed a single decent person! Okay, let's go, or you'll start crying!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya led her friend out by the hand.
  "Let go, or they'll think we're gay!" Superwoman Fay Rhodes waved her off.
  The girls had grown tired of the market and left. However, they didn't fail to stop by the rat-frog monument . It stood next to the boiler room, from which smoke rose steeply.
  "I suspect something nasty here," Natasha Olimpiyskaya whispered. "It would be better to stick a stick in."
  "You can expect anything from a guy like that, but if he hasn't progressed beyond shell-rigging , it's unlikely the trap will be too sophisticated," said female superman Faye Rhodes.
  However, this time there was no catch. Besides the money, there was also the "Plus" artifact, which must have been lost by the last loser. The swindler himself didn't sell it, perhaps because he wanted to test how much it enhanced the abilities.
  Having stuffed their bags into their pockets, the girls headed to a large bar located in a completely modern hotel. A traditional sign threatened those who used weapons with a noose. Music played:
  We're recruiting volunteers for the Legion of Vengeance. Only those with experience serving in fire zones or who have spent at least a year in prison will be accepted. A criminal record is irrelevant.
  "Real guys!" remarked female Superman Faye Rodis. "The Legion of Vengeance is apparently intended for punitive actions."
  "There are no natives here! So it's not clear whose rebellion we'll have to suppress," declared the female superman, Fay Rhodes. "But maybe that's the place for us."
  Security at the entrance tried to search their backpacks, but the girls laughed it off and went inside. This place had its own Colosseum, and fights often took place there.
  "They've taken a liking to this Roman word. Couldn't it be said more simply, 'arena'?" declared the female superman, Faye Rhodis.
  The redhead logically noted:
  - They make money here!
  The guest from the future objected:
  - We have quite enough of them.
  The red-haired girl noted again:
  "The bartender might have something interesting. He's already made a killing on all these deals and speculations."
  The blonde agreed:
  - We could really use a "machine gun" artifact.
  Like Vympel, the Stability group's main bar was located underground. The only difference was the police uniforms of the guards. Furthermore, there were three bars, the largest of which was called "Gnome." This was where Iosif Svanidze was supposed to be. A tough guy, with huge connections abroad. Behind the sign were machine gunners, as well as a guy in an exosuit . This is serious business; an AKM, or even a larger machine gun, wouldn't penetrate him. And this thing costs a fortune, among other things, it makes muscles five times stronger. And who hired him?
  "Wow! Those suits are too bulky and full of electronics, they hold up to radiation, but they're not entirely reliable in the Zone!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya remarked.
  "And who hired him?" Superwoman Fay Rhodes asked herself, and blew a blue mosquito off her cheek.
  The red-haired warrior shrugged her unfeminine, broad, muscular shoulders:
  - I don't know! But when there are a lot of dubious people with weapons, ten machine gunners aren't enough.
  When the girls entered the room and settled closer to the counter, there weren't many people there, it was too early. And that's good. You can get a snack and a drink.
  "We'll have some natural chacha, please!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya asked. "And some shashlik, too."
  In response, a roar:
  - Good! That's enough!
  Bartender Svanidze was sitting in a luxurious chair, but seeing the promising couple, he approached them.
  - The major recommended you!
  The girls were delighted:
  - Yes! Do you know him?
  The Georgian nodded:
  - Of course! So you have some stones.
  The redhead said in confusion:
  - Yes, mostly different ones: "kulesh" and "konfeta".
  The bartender seemed pleased:
  - It'll do! I have excellent connections, and besides, these artifacts don't deteriorate quickly in the wild.
  The blonde stated decisively:
  - Then take them so you don"t have to carry them.
  The price turned out to be quite reasonable; they quickly agreed on it, lightening their backpacks. Then they asked if Svanidze had a "machine gun."
  He shrugged:
  "It's a rare artifact. It's hard to get, I don't have one!"
  The redhead stared:
  - What is there?
  The bartender answered reluctantly:
  - I can sell a couple of "Armor" stones.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya bared her teeth:
  - Just a couple?
  He answered sincerely:
  "I've kept the rest of the cover for myself for now! There are so many people here who want to kill each other. The authorities even hired a fighter with an exoskeleton . You can count those special suits on one hand."
  Ryzhukha bared her teeth and remarked:
  - We know! They're worth at least four million dollars.
  The bartender confirmed:
  - This one is even six, but believe me, it justifies itself.
  The blonde with a tigress's smile asked:
  - What if we fire from the Abakan?
  The seasoned speculator chuckled:
  - Even this won't help! This isn't even titanium, it's a stronger alloy.
  The red-haired girl smiled good-naturedly:
  - We'll take that into account! For now, armor will do.
  The bartender said in a calm tone:
  "I'll charge you five thousand for each stone, but they're actually worth more. Bandits especially value them."
  The girls answered in chorus:
  - We understand that.
  Of course, ten thousand dollars is money, but the girls had already grabbed enough cash that they could part with it without regret.
  "You're rich! What if I send you some girls?" Svanidze suggested.
  "We have our own beautiful women," replied Natasha Olimpiyskaya. "We'd like to use them."
  He chuckled:
  - I understand, personal prostitutes.
  Superwoman Fay Rhodes was quick to change the subject:
  - Who is the most important on the American side?
  The bartender readily replied:
  - Admiral John Hamilton.
  The redhead said harshly:
  - Good! That's exactly who they'll sleep with.
  The bartender noted with alarm:
  - But he is very demanding and will be in the company of the leader of the "Stability" group, Ostap Meleshko.
  snorted contemptuously :
  - What of it?
  The bartender, lowering his voice, confirmed:
  - They love blondes and redheads!
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya answered with a laugh:
  - That's exactly what we have!
  A gurgling sound was heard:
  - Beautiful?
  The redhead squeaked:
  - You'll see for yourself!
  The bartender blurted out:
  - Smart!
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes answered confidently:
  - The professor gives in to them.
  "Then we can try! Friendship with America is worth a lot." Svanidze rolled his eyes. "God bless the Black Sultan."
  The redhead, suppressing her anger, asked:
  - Do you hate Russians?
  The bartender answered honestly:
  - Like every Georgian, although they are as Orthodox as we are!
  The blonde nodded with deliberate indifference:
  - Well, that's clear!
  The bartender continued:
  "If your girls please them, we can go into business. They say there are large oil reserves at the bottom of the lake."
  The redhead became wary:
  - Are these rumors?
  Gruzil said even more quietly:
  "It wasn't exactly geological exploration that checked. The land here really is full of fabulous treasures."
  The blonde answered indifferently:
  - Well, we'll think about that too.
  The bartender answered logically:
  Buy a plot of land on the lake, you can't go wrong! And it's best to do it now, before prices skyrocket.
  Redhead became interested:
  - And who will sell it?!
  The Georgian logically noted:
  - Ostap Meleshko and the American corporation "GROZA", you can get a discount while you still have the chance.
  Superman-female Faye Rhodes, who knew a lot and had her own plans, noted:
  - Let's see, maybe the price of land here will fall.
  The bartender objected:
  - Of course! Oil prices are rising, and they'll keep rising for a long time.
  The blonde terminator confidently stated:
  "Because the Black Sultan might turn on the Americans. After all, they're no friends of the radicals either."
  The Georgian frowned:
  - Then they will kill him, and the artifacts will not help.
  The red-haired warrior noted:
  - We'll see! If the US couldn't catch Bin Laden, then they have no chance against a guy like him.
  The bartender croaked:
  - Let him defeat Russia first.
  "The girls will be here in an hour or a little later!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared. She mentally pictured the bartender without a head or in a noose. "They are very independent and proud."
  The Georgian became curious:
  - How did you manage to carry them out?
  The redhead gave a banal answer:
  - This is our big secret.
  The bartender said ingratiatingly:
  - Okay then! Would you like another drink?
  The blonde stated decisively:
  - No! A couple of kebabs and then we're out.
  CHAPTER No 21.
  The juicy, roasted meat melted in your mouth, the taste was unusual but pleasant.
  "It's not one of the local mutants," asked Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  The bartender answered honestly:
  - Rat chicken , one of the few edible representatives of the local fauna. Very healthy.
  The redhead doubted:
  - Are you sure?
  The Georgian said in a heated tone:
  - In China, rat is considered a delicacy. If you want, I'll eat it!
  The blonde laughed:
  - No need! There will be a generous gravy.
  "It's made from pineapples!" the bartender boasted. "The best of the best, also from the local greenhouse."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya stated energetically:
  - Thank you! Looks like they're making some good money off mutants here.
  The bartender quite logically noted:
  - A smart Jew makes money on anti-Semitism, an industrialist on military contracts, and I on mutated products.
  The red-haired girl said playfully:
  - How do they affect potency?
  "They're increasing noticeably!" Svanidze boasted. "Do you know how many chicks I get per night?"
  - Whatever it was, we'll name a figure three times higher! - said Natasha Olimpiyskaya, lustful in her thoughts.
  The "Georgians" laughed. Then the girls left the hall and walked past the Colosseum. A noise could be heard from there; someone was being greeted.
  - Maybe we should go up and have a look? - Natasha Olimpiyskaya suggested.
  The blonde narrowed her eyes:
  - Are you interested?
  "We've only seen the Colosseum in movies, but this is a local one," she declared, a tough red-haired warrior.
  The blonde terminator nodded:
  - Well, if you do it this way, you'll have to pay to watch it.
  The redhead said confidently:
  - We are poor, but after this night we will become even richer!
  "Okay, you've convinced me!" Superwoman Fay Rhodes nodded her dyed head.
  We had to pay twenty dollars each, which is relatively cheap for a good show. For example, more boring professional boxing costs more.
  The Colosseum was large, about half empty, but considering the total number of seats, there were plenty of people there. Bets were being placed! The first fight was a duel between a rat-wolf and a human. It was a fighter nicknamed "Spike," quite experienced and skilled in killing mutants. A stocky fellow, his only weapons were a saber and a titanium shield. His opponent, however, was simply terrifying, resembling a mangy tiger, with fangs and a long, bushy tail.
  "It's apparently a special feature of the zone: fluffy tails!" said female superman Fay Rodis.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya agreed:
  - Yes, the mutation most actively stimulates the tail section. Scientists don't know why.
  "Who are you betting on?" asked female superman Faye Rhodes.
  The red-haired beauty blurted out:
  - To the rat-wolf !
  The guest from the future doubted:
  - But he is not the favorite!
  The redhead logically noted:
  - That's why I bet! I always choose the winner, not the favorite.
  The stubborn blonde replied:
  - Well, fine, if that's what you want. I'm after a person, even a previously convicted "Shtyr."
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya, with her keen eyesight, noted:
  - His shoulder hasn't healed yet! See, he came out without recovering from his wounds. Isn't it noticeable!
  Superman-female Fay Rodis said confidently:
  - You still have to root for the person. After all, our purpose is to serve people.
  The red-haired warrior only partially agreed:
  - It's your business, but don't bet more than a thousand on "Shtyr". You'll lose money.
  The blonde logically noted:
  - In my opinion, despite all our numerous abilities, we do not know how to predict the future.
  "Alas! It's true! But we can predict based on how someone walks and moves. So, ten thousand for the rat-wolf !" Natasha Olimpiyskaya shouted.
  Superwoman Faye Rhodes bet a thousand. Looking at the "Spike"'s appearance, she herself had doubts.
  The signal sounded, and the warriors closed in. The rat-wolf, as is typical of mutants, especially hungry ones, attacked immediately, without any method. He lunged, gnashing his teeth, trying to bite out something. Spike gracefully retreated and punched the mutant in the face. However, he was indeed moving heavily, and the beast's nail slashed his pant leg, drawing blood.
  - That's it! What claws he has! - Natasha Olimpiyskaya noted.
  "But they lack brains. A lack of strength can be compensated for by an abundance of intelligence, but no amount of strength can compensate for a lack of intelligence!" remarked the sharp-witted Fay Rodis.
  The redhead did not agree:
  - Sounds logical, but not in this case.
    The rat-wolf tried to attack again, leaping wildly. He managed to knock Spike down, but Spike nearly ripped the beast's belly open. The creature, however, managed to knock the modern gladiator down, biting into his arm. Spike tried to use his shield to cover himself, pushing the jaws back slightly, but the flesh was torn, and blood flowed more rapidly. This further enraged the beast, which knocked the saber from Spike's hands and grabbed the gladiator by the chest. Spike twisted and clawed his way to his own saber. The teeth sank into Spike's side, tearing out a chunk of flesh.
  Only a desperate effort of will prevented Shtyr from losing consciousness.
  "I will live!" he shouted.
  The beast struck him in the throat, then sank its teeth into his stomach. With a desperate effort, the gladiator reached for his saber. He snatched it up and stabbed him in the eye. The maddened creature, instead of recoiling, advanced and thrust itself through, piercing his brain with the blade. In a moment, Stud's weakened arm fell, and he went silent. The monster and the man lay together, motionless. Four thugs in protective suits approached them. They jabbed the device into the man's chest, and then into the beast's. The conclusion was announced:
  - Both are dead! Neither bet wins: the money is returned, minus the traditional ten percent house fee.
  "I'll kill them!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya gritted her teeth.
  "Don't do that! They're not worth it!" replied the kind female superman, Faye Rhodes.
  "No, they're definitely screwing me over here!" the red-haired girl declared. "Maybe I should go out into the damn arena myself."
  The blonde stated cautiously:
  - Take your time, let's learn the rules!
  Having assessed her options, the redhead noted:
  - We will win anyway, won't we?
  "Talent can compensate for a lack of education, but no amount of education can compensate for a lack of talent!" declared female superman Faye Rhodes. "But still, some polishing wouldn't hurt."
  "A diamond is a gem even without polishing, but no amount of polishing will turn coal into a brilliant!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya countered.
  A new announcement followed!
  "And now we're going to have a duel! Two dashing guys, each armed with an AKM with two clips, will settle their dispute. Apparently, there's no other way to reach an agreement."
  The crowd murmured approvingly.
  - These guys are called Cachalot and Bottle. Place your bets, gentlemen.
  The sperm whale seemed to have a reputation as a typical thug. Everyone was betting on him. The bottle looked more like a drunkard and was naturally out of favor. Natasha Olimpiyskaya simply said it.
  - The sperm whale will break the bottle with its tail.
  Superwoman Faye Rhodes agreed:
  - Most likely, that's how it will be!
  The redhead nodded:
  - So let's bet on the Sperm Whale.
  The blonde objected:
  - Look at his animal-like eyes! It's disgusting! I'd rather bet on the Bottle.
  The red-haired warrior laughed:
  - You'll lose money. However, we won't be able to make any money anyway, so we'll do without betting.
  "Even so. It will put my conscience at ease!" said the female superman, Faye Rhodes.
  After the bets were placed, the opponents separated, choosing a dueling square surrounded by bulletproof glass to prevent a stray bullet from killing either guest. The space between them was littered with logs, sawn-off stumps, and crates to make the duel longer and more unpredictable.
  The sperm whale pulled out his machine gun and lay down, like an animal in ambush. Bottle was nervous, constantly glancing back and crawling closer, jerking. The sperm whale ignored all this, clearly hearing the movement, and moved slightly closer to his opponent. Then, like a clear killer, he let the opponent get closer and shot him in the arm, knocking the machine gun out. The crowd howled:
  - Finish him off!
  The sperm whale leisurely shot his partner. Then he lowered his pants and began urinating on the corpse. This was so outrageous that the female superman, Faye Rhodes, jumped up!
  - You bastard! I challenge you! - She screamed.
  The presenter shouted joyfully:
  We have a new duelist! No need for names, nicknames are enough. Tell me what you need!
  "I'll rip his balls off!" the female superman Fay Rhodes shouted menacingly.
  The voice was quite pleased:
  - Good! They'll give you a machine gun and let you go fight.
  The blonde terminator confidently stated:
  - I don't need a machine gun, I'll kill him with my bare hands.
  The presenter was even more pleased with this:
  - Just one condition! You'll both be wearing the same camouflage, no armor or artifacts, so everything's fair!
  - Agreed! - Superman-female Fay Rhodes nodded.
  And a squeak in response:
  - What's your nickname?
  The blonde barked:
  - Condor!
  In response, a confident:
  - We'll write it down like that! If you die, you'll be buried in prison. Unless, of course, you pay your taxes.
  "It's not for me to think about that!" Fay Rodis, a female superman who knew her powers, answered rudely. "They'll bury him!"
  A delighted voice said:
  - Then it's all clear, let's go! And the rest of you, place your bets.
  Despite the girl's determination, the Sperm Whale remained the favorite. Almost everyone was backing him, except for a few young men and two boys. And three girls. The rest apparently decided that an experienced killer could handle a little-known upstart. And without a weapon, against a machine gun! Naturally, Natasha Olimpiyskaya placed a big bet on her friend.
  The female superman, Fay Rodis, removed her armor and protective stones. There was a danger of them being stolen, but in that case, they would deal with Natasha Olimpiyskaya and take down the team, or rather the gang. The blonde girl was as calm as a fox stalking a hare. But the Sperm Whale was clearly nervous. There are plenty of tough guys among the Zone's inhabitants, but this one had asked for a duel. And after such a convincing execution, too. Perhaps a special forces officer? The only reassurance was that he was Caucasian. And they are known to be hot-blooded, prone to overestimating their own strength.
  They parted. The sperm whale shouted:
  - I'll not only pee on you, but I'll also have sex with you in front of everyone.
  "You've already signed your own death warrant!" the blonde girl replied.
  The sperm whale lay in ambush, AKM in hand. He understood, or rather, expected, that his hot-blooded opponent would rush into the fray himself. So he could be heard and shot. Superwoman Fai Rodis moved around, silently, like a cat chasing a mouse. She knew all the enemy's tactics and didn't want to waste time. Approaching, she grabbed a log and hurled it at the enemy, knocking out his machine gun and crippling his arm. He flew off before he could fire a burst. Then Superwoman Fai Rodis twisted his injured arm, lifted him up, and hurled him onto the logs. He groaned. The blonde lifted him three times and hurled him, swinging hard, onto the logs, breaking bones. A demon possessed the good Superwoman Fai Rodis. When her opponent fell silent, she abruptly tore out his penis, balls and all.
  "You got what you deserved," said the fearless warrior. "I always keep my promises."
  A silent foursome rushed into the arena. They checked on the Sperm Whale.
  "He's dead! Died of shock," was the conclusion.
  The crowd shouted:
  - More! Give us another one! We want blood! - they screamed. Even those who lost rejoiced in death.
  Superwoman Fay Rhodes turned to face them, raised her head, and raised her hands:
  - I will fight with any of you who comes down and risks fighting to the death.
  Naturally, there were no takers. Someone else's death is fun, but your own demise breaks your heart and sends your soul stumbling into your heels! Female Superman Faye Rhodes took the armor, the stones, and the winnings and the prize. The girls also made a tidy profit on the betting.
  "And they say that money is like dirt, it only sticks to unwashed hands," Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared. "And we made a profit."
  "You can't drink away your skills. Now let's get out of here. It's disgusting here!" replied the female superman, Fay Rodis, frowning.
  "On the contrary, it's fun! But okay, business first. The bartender's been waiting for our friends." Natasha Olimpskaya agreed .
  The girls headed for the exit, applauding along the way, and one boy thrust flowers into the hands of female superman Faye Rhodes.
  "Here's what you get as a prince in return for your victory!" he said, a little awkwardly. A German accent was evident in his voice.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya and the cool Fay Rodis left the Colosseum in high spirits. They were even jumping a little. Now they were being watched, and they had to dodge a bit to avoid the curious. The girls stopped and climbed behind a curtain.
  "Finally, we can embrace our true selves. You know how tired I am of wearing someone else's mask," said Natasha Olimpiyskaya.
  Superwoman Fay Rhodes said sincerely:
  - I liked being a man. You feel strong, and no one bothers you.
  The red-haired warrior felt it necessary to object:
  "It's so boring, I miss male attention. Besides, it's interesting to feel like a prostitute, a fallen woman. What's it like, giving yourself up for money, not knowing what kind of client you'll get? How romantic to be a night fairy!"
  The religious blonde shook her head:
  - Terrible!
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya, as always, objected:
  "No, on the contrary, it's very romantic! Men are so different, pleasant and mysterious! And what a feeling it is to touch their rough and tender bodies. Just try it, doesn't the pungent smell of their sweat excite you?"
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes laughed in response:
  - Something! There is! Strange, but my sensitive nose is not irritated by the stench. And when I crawled up to the ambushed victim - it was a sperm whale - adrenaline rushed off him.
  The redhead also laughed in response:
  - He was very afraid of you! But such a man is usually very strong in bed.
  The blonde readily agreed, especially since she has a woman"s memory:
  - Probably! I know theoretically that a woman needs more time to be satisfied than a man, and the longer the intercourse lasts, the more powerful the orgasm she experiences!
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya smiled:
  - Do you even know what an orgasm is?
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes blurted out:
  - Theoretically!
  The red-haired warrior said with genuine indignation:
  - Poor thing! How much you've lost. You know how wonderful it is. And I just don't understand how someone with such a regal appearance as yours could remain a virgin.
  Blonde and virgin in a dream Faye Rodis is so religious in her dreams, she answered honestly:
  "I thought it was a sin to have sex outside of marriage. So I politely turned down the special forces guards who were guarding me. One of them, apparently a conscript, was in such pain that I let him look at me in a bathing suit, and afterward he relieved himself with his hands. Soldiers in the army suffer greatly without sex, and I think we could set up brothels."
  "Yes, that was the case in the German army! And I must say, discipline improved. And in the modern Israeli army, young men and women are required to spend the night in the same barracks once a week, sharing the warmth of their bodies," Natasha Olimpiyskaya noted.
  "Jews are smart people, especially those who ignore the Talmud and the Torah," agreed female superman Faye Rodis.
  "And the Russians are those who don't believe in the Bible!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya teased, tapping her bare heel on the grass.
  "You know, don't raise your tongue against sacred things!" Fay Rodis declared, also stamping her bare heels.
  The redhead noted rationally:
  - So you yourself don't respect Judaism, but demand respect for Christianity. Where's the consistency?
  The blonde answered with captivating sincerity:
  "By their fruits you will know them! True Christianity brought only goodness, light, and morality. As for the Inquisition, the Crusades, and indulgences, it was the Catholics who distorted Christ's ideas."
  The red-haired warrior objected heatedly:
  In the Middle Ages, it was Orthodox monks who invented water torture. There were executions, witches were burned, and Old Believers and Protestants were persecuted. Don't think that only Catholicism was cruel.
  The blonde confirmed with a sigh:
  "Those were such cruel times! I even remember Mikhail Lomonosov in the film: the prince of the church said he had his own rack in the basement! But understand, you can't maintain order without torture. Those same Baptist ancestors in the US hanged anyone who missed Sunday service three times. And now Baptists refuse to even take the oath-they don't tolerate violence. Everything is changing, and progress reveals more goodness and light to religion," said the female superman, Faye Rodis, breathlessly.
  "Of all forms of fanaticism, religious fanaticism is the most irrational and selfish, as it is primarily aimed at achieving personal immortality!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya noted.
  The blonde objected vigorously:
  "You're wrong! I'm trying to get you to accept Orthodox baptism and believe in Christ as your personal savior. Then you'll find eternal life!"
  "Oh, no! I prefer the multi-hyperplasmic immortality described in the novel 'The Temptation of God,'" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared. "Atheism itself presupposes that man is the most intelligent being in the universe, and therefore will acquire the powers of God. At the very least, he must develop to the point of mastering nature, otherwise he will not survive. Man must become superhuman to survive as a species."
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes sighed:
  "You won't become a saint, just as I probably won't either! Living with the stigma of a murderer is hard."
  The redhead giggled:
  - And now adulteresses too!
  The blonde waved her hand hopelessly:
  - Alright then! If we're going to dive into Hell, then dive headfirst.
  The girls decided not to overdo it and dressed in the style of successful farters : there was no point in overtly emphasizing their prostitutes. They wore their hair loose; it was very thick and wavy, a real gem for the ladies. The blonde and redhead looked sexy. Natasha Olimpiyskaya kissed her partner on the lips and asked:
  - Well, how is it?
  "You smell nice," replied Superman-female Fay Rhodes, running her bare foot through the grass.
  "And if so!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya's tongue entered the girl's mouth, tickled her cheek, and ran over her teeth. It was very strong and insistent, warming and teasing at the same time. Superman-female Fai Rodis felt wonderfully pleasant, like honey flowing down her throat, tickling sweetly. The girl moaned, their tongues intertwined, how pleasant it was to feel the touch of a young female body. Superman-female Fai Rodis gradually began to ecstasy, but she felt especially good when skillful hands grasped her nipples. Their ruby-colored, glittering tips shimmered, scratching with their elastic tips.
  Superman-female Fai Rodis moaned, feeling the tongue slip from her mouth and brush against her swollen breast. Natasha Olimpiyskaya was also very pleased; superman-female Fai Rodis's skin was so soft and supple, and she smelled so pleasant. They didn't even need perfume; even when sweaty, their perfect bodies smelled like carnations. Perhaps it was because they had been implanted with plant genes. The girls were enjoying themselves, blissfully, when suddenly Natasha Olimpiyskaya interrupted the session:
  - No! Saint, you should experience your first orgasm with a man. Just like me!
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes was embarrassed:
  - But do they have such perfect bodies as we do!
  The redhead objected vigorously:
  "But they're men's! Which means they're strong and substantial. Basically, that's what I've decided: let's go, and try not to lose face. I'll allow you to be a little pushy: it'll actually be good for men, they like to be unapproachable. Now, to the bar!"
  The girls, having hidden their weapons and gear in a safe yet accessible place, strode briskly down the street. Without guns, you feel practically naked, but then again, prostitutes aren't supposed to be armed.
  So they walked past the guards. The thugs stared at them, their hands quickly going to their chests.
  "Five hundred bucks for the soldiers, and then half an hour for any fantasy," Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared, easily throwing her hands aside.
  "You're strong! And apparently, you have a temperament!" they declared.
  Superwoman Fay Rhodes felt her breasts swell shyly and blushed a little:
  - And I owe you a thousand for half an hour!
  The soldiers were outraged:
  - Why so much?
  The guest from the future yelped:
  - I am blond!
  The warriors growled:
  - And how much for a blowjob!
  "That's a thing!" said female superman Fay Rhodes, licking her lips involuntarily.
  - So maybe we should pool our money? - suggested the guard. - The girls are really good.
  The guards supported:
  - Of course, that would be just right!
  Superman-female Fay Rhodes shook her head:
  "We're in a hurry; we have a date with the powers that be. And it wouldn't be good if they felt your semen when they kissed you."
  - Then rinse your mouth! - said the officer. - No one will know.
  "Next time, boys. We might even give you a discount," Natasha Olimpiyskaya replied. "And as for the rest, they won't find out; you'll blurt it out yourself when you're drunk."
  The girls passed by some horny guys. Along the way, they were harassed three times, and even had to give the rapist a hard time. The bearded guy completely passed out, half-dead.
  - Don't bother the girls.
  The girls entered the hall: there were many more people and they approached the counter.
  "We'll have a Bloody Mary!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared.
  - With ice? - asked the employee.
  "Not with the iceberg!" the terminator girl replied.
  A powerful brew: half alcohol, half tomato juice, it warmed their bellies. The bartender approached them and thrust a cigar into their hands.
  - Havana cigarettes of the highest quality! - he said.
  The guest of the future growled:
  - Yes, you can! But I won't!
  Natasha confidently stated:
  - But I will!
  The camouflage did not hide the ideal, if perhaps overly athletic, figures.
  The Georgian was pleased:
  - You are such wonderful thieves. I hope you are experienced.
  "We all know!" Natasha Olimpiyskaya declared.
  The Caucasian noted quite logically:
  "Knowing is not enough; you also have to apply it. But you're dressed like soldiers, not whores."
  The redhead logically assumed:
  - I think John Hamilton and Ostap Meleshko will like exactly these.
  "It's not out of the question! A fairy tale with a militaristic twist." Iosif Svanidze pulled out his cell phone and said something in criminal slang. Then he laughed.
  Fay Rhodes didn't hear what he wanted to say. She was awakened by the harsh blow of a rubber truncheon on her round, bare, girlish heels.
  A roar was heard:
  - Wake up, bitch, the interrogation begins!
  A doctor, a man already familiar to the general, several thugs and executioners, and a couple of nurses in white coats entered, accompanied by riot police.
  The general roared confidently:
  - Well, now you'll definitely say it!
  Fay Rhodes snorted contemptuously:
  - You've already tried! And you won't achieve anything!
  The general growled:
  - You can still endure your own pain! But what about someone else's?
  A girl was led into the room, her shackles jingling. She wore a gray prison uniform with a number on it. But she looked proud, tall, and strong. Fay Rodis immediately recognized Natasha Olimpiyskaya. Only in the dream she was a redhead, while in reality she had blue hair.
  Natasha looked at the general with disdain. He ordered:
  - Bring in the rack!
  Enormous executioners on wheels began rolling in the device. Natasha didn't move a muscle in her face, though a couple of bruises were visible. Fay Rodis wondered: had Natasha been arrested too? Well, she had become something of a friend. At least the secret services had no clue and couldn't establish the identity of the visitor from the future. And at least Natasha had something...
  The rack was secured... They brought in hoses from the brazier, current sensors with a dynamo, and an electric stove where they heated up the instruments of torture.
  Natasha showed all this.
  The gladiator girl felt fear, but she didn't understand it. Her emotions were only betrayed by the alternately constricting and dilating pupils.
  The general said with a grin:
  - Natalia Olimpiyskaya, are you ready to give us your testimony?
  Natasha answered with a smile:
  - I've already told you everything! I know no more about her than you do!
  The general nodded to the executioners:
  - Get going! Put her on the rack!
  The executioners began to tear Natasha's clothes off. She was wearing a prison uniform, almost naked, without a bra. Next were her panties, the only part of her attire that was her own. And her torn-off prison slippers and black prison tights.
  Natasha was first stripped naked, then the shackles were quickly removed from her arms, legs, and waist. Afterward, the executioners twisted her arms, ready to hoist her onto the rack.
  CHAPTER No 22.
  Natasha suddenly kicked the executioner in the groin and hit the other torturer in the temple with her elbow, yelling:
  - No! I won't give in to you so easily, you scum!
  She is also a champion and knows how to fight...
  The general shouted:
  - Beat her!
  Riot police with batons rushed at Natasha Olimpiyskaya. They began hitting her and smashing her with their batons. Natasha fought back with her bare feet, flailing in all directions. One of the executioners jabbed a red-hot piece of iron into her bare heel. Natasha screamed.
  Fay Rodis suddenly spoke in a voice with a Ukrainian accent, which Belarusians have heard for many years:
  - You're demoted, General Baranov! Boys, beat him, along with the doctor and the executioners!
  The riot police rushed at the general, the doctor, and the six executioners. The nurses, however, ran away. A melee ensued. There were twice as many riot police. And they were all very tall and healthy!
  Fay Rodis used hypnosis and voice impersonation. Even a twenty-first-century hypnotist could control special forces soldiers accustomed to obedience. And she possessed far greater powers.
  Besides, it"s one thing to atone for your guilt for suicide through pain, and quite another when an innocent girl is tortured.
  Fay Rodis ordered in Lukashenko's voice:
  - Take the keys from the general and free the girl!
  The riot police had already knocked the general unconscious with blows and easily removed the keys from his belt.
  Everything worked automatically here and the clamps on the legs, arms, neck, and torso moved away.
  Fay Rodis freed herself and immediately stood up. She looked even more distant and unapproachable in her proud nakedness. Sunbathing, she was very muscular, the scars and cuts barely noticeable. The blisters on her bare soles had disappeared. Fay Rodis felt full of energy and animal strength.
  The guest from the future exclaimed:
  - Victory awaits! Victory awaits! For those who yearn to break the shackles! Victory awaits, victory awaits! We will be able to overcome evil fate!
  The riot police finished off the executioners... Fay Rodis slammed her shin into the doctor's chin with all her might. She broke not only his jaw but his neck as well. Afterward, she even regretted that the executioner had gotten off so lightly.
  Both naked girls, together with the special forces, moved along the prison corridors.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya suggested:
  - We will free all prisoners!
  Fay Rodis sang in response:
  Freedom of speech! Freedom of assembly!
  Freedom! Freedom! Of our blood!
  Freedom! Freedom! To all our prisoners!
  Prisoners of conscience! Prisoners of love!
  Along the way, riot police and prison guards joined the crowd. They vacated cells and removed shackles. There were many arrested, including women and children. Some were beaten and interrogated right in their cells. Boys were beaten on the bare soles of their feet with sticks, and those who lost consciousness were doused with water from a hose.
  The prison was rapidly being transformed. Masses of people were being released.
  Fay Rodis and Natasha Olimpiyskaya covered their thighs with rags and became more like savages - tanned and barefoot.
  They were armed with sabers and had a menacing appearance. A couple of the jailers, immune to hypnosis, tried to resist, but were torn apart by the prisoners.
  And now the entire prison was under the control of the rebels.
  Natasha Olimpiyskaya suggested:
  "We must seize the residence and dictator Lukashenko! His own entourage hates him! The army will not obey the tyrant if we capture him. And Belarus will gain freedom!"
  Fay Rodis agreed:
  - Of course! Or the troops will come and shoot us all! Luckily, the residence is close to the prison!
  Natasha called her friends Zoya and Avgustina on her smartphone.
  They are very formidable fighters without rules... However, Avgustina unexpectedly found herself among those arrested. Her huge and muscular figure was chained to a pole, and the executioners slashed her with bare wire.
  As it turned out, she was also arrested, since Fay Rodis competed in the No Rules Championship instead of Augustina.
  An exceptionally healthy, two-meter-tall woman with copper-red hair was eager to fight. She was naked, and covered in cuts and bruises from torture. But she was unbroken and agile. And her hair resembled a red flag. She, too, simply wrapped a piece of cloth between her thighs and rushed into battle.
  The news of the prison uprising spread very quickly, and people poured into the streets.
  Tens of thousands of people rushed to protest at once. Riot police lined up ahead of them.
  Fay Rodis, stamping her bare feet, shouted to the soldiers:
  - Lower your shields!
  And hundreds, thousands of riot police took a knee and laid their batons and protective gear on the asphalt. And the crowd kept coming.
  Numerous flags, mostly white-red-white, filled the streets.
  A huge, countless river was moving towards the dictator"s residence...
  People sang differently.
  There was also a song like this:
  And in every police baton,
  I see a smirk on Sashka"s face...
  His gaze, blazing with malice,
  Bel Rus''s nightmare sunset!
  The crowd was in a fighting mood. And the crowd kept growing. Attack helicopters appeared in the sky.
  Fay Rodis stretched out her hands to them and sang;
  Pilots, our planes,
  Be with the people forever...
  I know we will soon set off to the stars,
  And the great dream will come true!
  And she ran her hands... And white ribbons began to appear on the fuselages of the cars.
  The crowds grew larger and larger. Hundreds of thousands took to the streets. They roared and seethed like a waterfall.
  And they approached the dictator's residence. Lukashenko hastily left by helicopter and contacted Putin during the flight.
  The dictator roared:
  - It's all your fault! You're the ones who caused this!
  The Russian President noted:
  - If I hadn't sent you a congratulatory telegram on your election, no one would have! I saved you!
  The President of Belarus roared:
  - As if you didn't provoke this! Who is Fay Rhodes?
  Putin replied with a smile:
  - The heroine from Yefremov's novel "The Hour of the Bull"! Didn't you know?
  The Belarusian dictator screamed:
  - I know everything! And anyway, it was you who planted it on her! That's for sure!
  The Russian President grinned:
  "What, colleague, are you suffering from a brain infection? We've been supporting you from the very beginning! Despite the experts' advice to get rid of that crazy Lukashenko and install someone loyal to Russia. And he's been holding you back for so long!"
  The dictator gurgled:
  "I see! You wanted to pit me against the West first, which you succeeded in doing, and now you're sending me a girl with a strange name who grins on the rack and laughs as the flames lick her heels!"
  Vladimir Putin remarked gloomily:
  - Did you torture her?
  Lukashenko growled:
  - No! They patted me on the head! And by the way, only Russian agents can behave like that!
  The Russian President noted:
  - What about the Ukrainian trace?
  The President of Belarus shrugged:
  "I don't think so... Our generous Ukrainian brothers don't possess such iron fortitude. It would break at the first shock!"
  Vladimir Putin sighed and suggested:
  - We'll check it out! You personally have a lot of enemies in Russia. What will you do now?
  Lukashenko reported:
  - I will surround Minsk with troops and take it by starvation!
  The Russian President noted:
  - Not very smart! Have you actually lost the capital?
  The dictator barked:
  - You know it yourself! And you did it all yourself!
  Putin noted:
  - It was a shame I didn't listen to those who advised me to replace you. It was a real shame!
  The President of Belarus barked:
  - I'll just join NATO! You'll shit your pants!
  The Russian President confidently stated:
  "Alexander, it's too late for you to join NATO! A bit late. Now you're an odious dictator, a second Saddam Hussein. So you have no hope other than me!"
  The dictator, softening his tone, said ingratiatingly:
  - And you will save Belarus? Otherwise, you too will catch fire!
  Putin responded with a smile:
  "We'll see! But you must be completely focused on us! And no nonsense. In particular, you should first enter the ruble zone!"
  The dictator noted with a sigh:
  - The Belarusian economy will choke in a noose!
  The Russian President responded sternly:
  - You really do need a doctor! I still don't understand anything!
  The President of Belarus changed his tone:
  - Big brother, I'll go through fire and water for you! We are Slavic brothers, friends forever!
  Putin stated in a confident tone:
  "They'll hand you a stack of documents to sign. And after that, you'll get any help we can get! And we'll save your regime!"
  Lukashenko exclaimed:
  - Belarus lives!
  The guards at the residence laid down their arms with almost no resistance. Several generals were tied up.
  A crowd poured into the residence.
  Fay Rodis gave orders:
  - No vandalism or looting! Don't break anything! Maintain order!
  The residence was luxurious. It contained many valuables. The maidservants wore white ribbons on their wrists and bowed.
  Augustina made a plum with her bare toes for one of the officials and squealed:
  - You dared to torture me?
  He squealed:
  - Have mercy, my lady!
  Augustina kicked him in the chin, breaking his jaw. In Minsk, police and riot police were already forming shields and joining the people, even without the use of hypnosis. Although, of course, Fay Rodis was the one who gave this impetus.
  White-red-white flags soared into the sky.
  Natasha sang:
  - Bright sun of hope,
  Once again the sky rises over the country...
  White rules clothes,
  God will save our land!
  
  Dove of the Holy White Rus',
  Fly above the planet again...
  And believe me, don"t be sad,
  we are a strong monolith!
  Zoya, too, was wearing only a loincloth, her clothes off. She squealed:
  Life in White Rus' is God's garden,
  Let the flame of generations shine...
  The nightmare hell will dissipate,
  We must win the battles!
  
  All the power of the abyss Satan,
  Brought down upon my homeland...
  The country will be able to survive,
  We will give for the happiness of our souls!
  Protesters also entered the government building. Several ministers who hadn't managed to escape wore white ribbons. White-red-white flags were already flying above the building itself. The entire government complex was painted white-red-white.
  And the Pogoni coat of arms appeared!
  Even the boys and girls began to sing;
  The greyhounds carry me, carry me,
  For the glory of White Rus', do not destroy hope...
  Under the sun are kind, and under the star "Chases",
  Love your Motherland! Love your Motherland!
  Evening was approaching, and Minsk was in the midst of public celebrations. People stood tall and celebrated victory...
  A plane from Lithuania landed at Minsk airport. Hundreds of thousands of people came out to greet it. As everyone was informed, the popularly elected President of Belarus, Svetlana Tikhanovskaya, was returning.
  Natasha whispered to Fay Rodis:
  - We must be wary of provocations!
  Augustina growled, flexing her biceps:
  - I can tear any army apart!
  Zoya remarked with a smile:
  - If one woman mounts a horse, even a thousand men won"t calm her down!
  Natasha corrected:
  - What a thousand! Our Fay Rodis wouldn't be stopped by a million!
  Augustina took the iron poker in her hands, twisted it into a bun and sang:
  - White, white, white,
  White, white Rus'...
  Whatever you wish, I will do,
  I pray only for you!
  Fay Rodis logically noted:
  - Only together we are a real force!
  And the girls sang in chorus;
  Me, you, he, she - together we are a whole country!
  Together we are a friendly family,
  In the word we are a hundred thousand I!
  Augustine roared, stamping her bare foot;
  I love your open spaces,
  I love your forests and mountains...
  Heaven and earth...
  You are White Rus', mine forever!
  The sun is shining over the country...
  My homeland,
  Children are forever happy,
  Bright family!
  I love your open spaces,
  I love your forests and mountains...
  Heaven and earth...
  You are White Rus', mine forever!
  Belarus is a holy country,
  The stars are countless...
  You are a diamond from edge to edge,
  Everything in the world exists!
  Homeland under the blue sky,
  We are free, dashing knights...
  Belarus will shine like a star,
  Let's sing songs!
  And then, to the cheers of the huge crowd, Svetlana Tikhanovskaya emerged. She wore a simple white dress, without any jewelry. Her face was pale, her black hair falling below her shoulders. She seemed calm, walking down the steps with quiet steps. Her small feet were touchingly bare. She resembled Esmeralda , barefoot, in a simple peasant dress, pale and thin.
  Flower petals were thrown at her bare feet. Tikhanovskaya walked proudly toward the crowd.
  Fay Rodis sang:
  - Grip the hammer tighter, proletarian,
  Crushing the yoke with a hand made of titanium...
  We will sing a thousand arias to our Motherland,
  We will bring goodness to all our descendants!
  And she gently shook Svetlana Tikhanovskaya's hand. And so the new president of Belarus moved toward the armored vehicle.
  Svetlana Tikhanovskaya addressed Fay Rodis:
  - Sit with me!
  And both women sat in the back of the car from the presidential garage.
  The car slowly pulled away. Svetlana asked Fay Rodis:
  - Who are you?
  The guest from the future replied:
  - For now, I prefer to remain silent! The truth may turn out to be too incredible!
  Svetlana looked at her and asked:
  - Were you tortured?
  Faye Rodis nodded:
  - Yes!
  Tikhanovskaya sighed heavily and replied:
  - I am ashamed that, fearing arrest and torture, I fled my country!
  Fay Rodis replied with a sigh:
  "I'm also ashamed that I almost committed suicide to avoid being captured. But then, torture didn't frighten me even then!"
  Svetlana, lowering her voice, remarked:
  The dictator has fled the capital. But he still has many supporters, and there's an army, police, and outside support. What to do now?
  Fay Rodis answered calmly:
  "Rule the country! Now many countries around the world will recognize you as the legitimate president. Then publish the real numbers of people who voted for you. And everything will be fine. Change the leadership in the army and police, installing loyal people."
  Svetlana nodded and answered:
  - I will do it! And you will personally command my national guard and receive the rank of general!
  Fay Rodis replied with a sigh:
  "I had no plans to pursue a military career in the twenty-first century. But for the sake of the Republic of Belarus, I'm ready to do it! We will revive the army and the spirit of the people!"
  Svetlana noted:
  "The main thing is that Russia doesn't send in its troops! I'll first speak with Putin at the residence and ask him to recognize the will of the Belarusian people!"
  Fay Rodis said with a chuckle:
  "Well, that's right! But the conversation could be long, and first you need to sign a whole series of new decrees and orders!"
  Svetlana Tikhanovskaya nodded:
  -So be it!
  Meanwhile, Zoya and Augustina began to form a people's militia. They began electing their commanders right there on the square. The method of formation was the simplest: decimal. They elected: captains of tens, captains of fifties, captains of hundreds, captains of five hundred, captains of thousands, captains of five thousands, and captains of ten thousands.
  The struggle wasn't over yet. Svetlana's first decree was announced, calling for elections for the mayor of Minsk, as well as for police officers and judges. The people greeted this with delight.
  The Belarusian Cossacks announced their recognition of Tikhanovskaya as the legitimate president of Belarus.
  Poland, Ukraine and the Baltic countries have also already recognized it.
  Svetlana contacted Putin. Despite the late hour, the Russian President picked up the phone.
  We said hello.
  Putin noted with a smile:
  "You've broken the back of the dictatorship! And how fragile Lukashenko's regime really is!"
  Svetlana Tikhanovskaya logically noted:
  "You can't sit on bayonets for long - they're prickly! And you, Vladimir Vladimirovich, knew perfectly well that the elections were rigged, yet you sent a congratulatory message to a criminal!"
  The Russian President logically noted:
  My policy is pragmatic! And Russia's interests come first!
  Svetlana Tikhanovskaya nodded and stated:
  - We will not withdraw from previously concluded agreements, but at the same time we intend to defend our interests more firmly than before!
  Putin noted with a sigh:
  - If you want peace, don"t suppress the Russian language, and don"t put pressure on Orthodoxy!
  Svetlana confidently stated:
  "We will not suppress the Russian language! We will have complete freedom of speech! And absolute equality for all faiths! And, of course, I will not have favorites..."
  The President asked with a smile:
  - Are you Orthodox?
  Svetlana shook her head and answered:
  - You can consider me an agnostic... I think that people themselves can create their own happiness, or, on the contrary, destroy the Earth, and no Gods will help them!
  Putin agreed:
  "Perhaps that's true! But people are used to waiting for manna from heaven, or counting on a good king. That's where problems arise!"
  Svetlana remarked with a smile:
  - Yes... We must understand that a person is the architect of his own happiness. We shouldn't expect a kind Jesus to come and solve all our problems at once. But at the same time, we must respect faith, even if it's faith in a fairy tale!
  The Russian President noted:
  - What exactly do you want from me?
  Svetlana said confidently:
  "Recognize me as the legitimate president of Belarus! Then everything will calm down, and practically all of Lukashenko's supporters will turn their backs on him!"
  Putin shrugged and noted:
  - What will we get out of this?
  Svetlana answered honestly:
  "Belarus will remain your loyal and devoted ally! We will be fraternal nations in a single Union State. And at the same time, we will remain open to the West! Our policy will be multi-vector . Lukashenko constantly bullied the West and was unable to establish constructive relations with it. We will have a genuine friendship with the West, just as we have with you!"
  The Russian President noted with a grin:
  "That's interesting... We'll discuss everything at the security council and think it over carefully! But for now, I have a question: who is this Fay Rhodes?"
  Svetlana answered honestly:
  "She didn't tell me either! She only said that the truth was too unbelievable and no one would believe it!"
  Putin remarked gloomily:
  - Is she a superhuman? Like our Svetlana?
  Tikhanovskaya nodded:
  "She can do so much! She forced the riot police and the police to pool their weapons, and even the president's personal guard obeyed her!"
  Vladimir Vladimirovich grinned:
  - Aren't you afraid of her? What if she wants to be president herself?
  Svetlana shook her head:
  "I don't think she's interested in power! Besides, I'm not a politician. And my goal is to save Belarus from tyranny and civil war. Personally, I'm not interested in power!"
  Putin remarked with a sigh:
  "Power is a colossal burden! And I can say it's also a great responsibility. I think you'll soon understand how easy it is to be president!"
  Svetlana said confidently:
  "Vladimir Vladimirovich, don't run for a fifth term! It's not good for you or the country! Pass the throne to young, healthy, and strong people! Believe me, it will be better that way!"
  The Russian President responded vaguely:
  - Whatever the cards fall on the table! And whose is Crimea?
  Svetlana answered calmly:
  - The Crimea factor will not darken relations between Belarus and Russia!
  Putin noted:
  - And official recognition?
  Svetlana answered with a smile:
  "I don't want the Crimean factor to cloud our relations with Ukraine! We are Slavic brothers and friends forever!"
  Putin responded coldly:
  - I have a lot to do and it's already late! It's time to sleep!
  Svetlana answered calmly:
  - Good night!
  And again she began to issue decrees and orders.
  Fay Rodis gave her advice. The first priority was to release all political prisoners. Then, other prisoners would be released as well.
  They appointed a new prosecutor general and began initiating criminal cases against Lukashenko's regime cronies.
  However, the latter became fewer and fewer.
  After speaking with Tikhanovskaya, Putin contacted Lukashenko again and immediately took the bull by the horns:
  - Do you recognize Crimea as Russian?
  Lukashenko hesitated:
  - Well, you see, in fact we recognize...
  Putin responded rudely:
  - It must be official and legal!
  The Belarusian dictator gurgled:
  - Well, if in exchange for my support, then I'm ready...
  The Russian President said softly:
  - Right now, you're openly admitting that Crimea belongs to Russia! And you're going to say it publicly!
  Lukashenko asked:
  - And you will help me retain power!
  Putin stated arrogantly:
  - I think bargaining is not appropriate here!
  The dictator yelled:
  - I admit it! I absolutely admit it!
  The Russian President stated:
  - That will be announced officially! But for now... I'm sending you my special forces! They won't fight! They're only here for moral support!
  Lukashenko rationally noted:
  - If not to fight, then what are special forces for?
  Putin said in a harsh tone:
  "I don't want Belarusians to curse Russia for its interference. You must restore order yourself. And you will answer for everything else, too. So act, and we will influence your generals to remain loyal to you!"
  The dictator noted, muttering:
  "There will be a ruble zone, recognition of Ossetia and Abkhazia, everything will happen! But we will still be sovereign!"
  Putin noted with a malicious grin:
  - Okay then! But the ruble zone will only have an emission center in Moscow! And in general, you'll have complete obedience and I'll have complete control!
  Lukashenko muttered:
  -I will be faithful to you, big brother!
  Putin noted:
  - It's already half past two in the morning! You probably want to kill me! Goodbye!
  The dictator hung up and muttered:
  - May you go to hell, damn you!
  EPILOGUE.
  The next day, the internet went down in Minsk, and reports arrived that the city was surrounded by units loyal to the dictator.
  Lukashenko also officially declared a state of emergency and direct presidential rule in Belarus for a period of six months.
  The Russian government has stated that Lukashenko is still the legitimate president of Belarus.
  Most of the CIS republics supported Russia. Armenia opposed the proposal, arguing that it represented a clear violation of democracy, as did Georgia, Moldova, Ukraine, and the Baltic states.
  The European Union and its member states hastily recognized Svetlana Tikhanovskaya as president and imposed new sanctions against the regime and Lukashenko personally.
  The latter announced public recognition of the annexation of Crimea and the independence of Ossetia and Abkhazia.
  The rift deepened. There was also a lack of unity within society. Pro-Western forces and young people supported Svetlana Tikhanovskaya, while older people and the pro-Russian electorate favored the old president.
  In Minsk, anti-dictator sentiment prevailed. Even many military personnel, police officers, and officials recognized Svetlana Tikhanovskaya. Recognition began in other cities, first in Grodno, and then in Brest. In the western regions of Belarus, her supporters were far more numerous.
  Barricades were erected in Minsk itself. The rebels had acquired weapons from captured arsenals. An attempt to storm the city threatened to result in colossal bloodshed.
  Fai Rodis, the girls, and Svetlana Tikhanovskaya gathered for an emergency meeting.
  The guest from the future noted:
  "It might happen that we'll even end up envying Ukraine. The rift between West and East is growing, and it must be prevented!"
  Svetlana Tikhanovskaya stated:
  "We will remain faithful to all agreements with Russia. The only possible option is to withdraw from the OKB if the people, in a referendum, recognize Belarus's permanently neutral and non-aligned status. But that's only if the people so desire!"
  Fay Rodis noted with a smile:
  "There's no need to rush such a referendum! I understand Putin to be no more of a dictator than Lukashenko. And if the opportunity arises, he might even deploy Russian special forces. Or seize a couple of regions from Belarus. To prevent this, we need to seek allies in Russia! And convince them that the new Belarus will be truly fraternal."
  And that the friendship between the Russian and Belarusian peoples will only grow stronger after the fall of the dictatorship! And the world will become much safer and kinder!
  Augustine remarked harshly:
  - I'd like to twist Putin's head off!
  Fay Rodis shook her head.
  "We shouldn't stoop to murder! We need to fight for the hearts of the people, for the hearts of ordinary Russians. And we need to seek support among politicians in this country, and in other CIS countries. Dictatorial regimes rule in Central Asia, and the people groan under them! Only real, popular, international communism can unite humanity!"
  Svetlana Tikhanovskaya noted with doubt:
  But isn't communism a dictatorship? And the most brutal kind, with a cult of the leader, like Stalin's?
  The guest from the future answered confidently:
  Stalin's personality cult has nothing to do with real communism. The dictatorship of a single individual contradicts the spirit of collectivism that permeates communism! True and genuine democracy is found in communist societies!
  The new President of Belarus noted:
  "Dreams are one thing, reality another! The dictator could send the army and police to storm Minsk, and then the casualties would be enormous, and Belarus would be set back decades. But surrender is also out of the question!"
  Fay Rodis agreed:
  "We won't surrender!" But Belarus doesn't have an army of foreign mercenaries. Both soldiers and officers don't want to shoot at the people. Therefore, there's a chance to avoid bloodshed.
  Augustine intervened again:
  - I'd like to twist Lukashenko's head off!
  The guest from the future shook her head:
  "A dictator must be judged by the people! We are only judges, not executioners! We must not commit lawlessness and outrage! Belarusians must not kill Belarusians. Everything must be within the law, and without criminality! We must not use the dirty tricks of dictatorship! We must be pure and not commit terror!" Faye Rodis stamped her bare foot. "Terror destroyed the Jacobins and led to the degradation of Bolshevism, turning communism into a universal bogeyman! Only legal methods, only justice, only punishment by a fair trial! No arbitrariness or terror!"
  Natasha noted with a smile:
  - Revolutions are not made with white gloves!
  Fay Rodis noted:
  If we want to become a genuine people's democracy, then we must have legal and fair methods! Only then will we revive a true, great, and democratic USSR!
  Svetlana Tikhanovskaya noted:
  - It is impossible to revive the USSR without violence!
  The guest from the future nodded:
  "Not without violence at all! But without resorting to individual terrorism, and using methods permitted by international law! That's the European Union, voluntary integration. And that's similar, but deeper integration based on the ideas of communism and socialism on the scale of the CIS, and then the entire world!"
  The new President of Belarus confirmed:
  If we're talking about universal globalization and the integration of humanity to solve planetary problems, then that's true! But never mind! Let's not get carried away with philosophy. What, in practice, specifically and right now, needs to be done?
  Fay Rodis replied with a victorious smile:
  "I'll fly to Moscow and try to persuade the State Duma and the Federation Council to support the new Belarusian government. If the State Duma and the Federation Council support us, Putin won't risk it; he'll risk a split and rein in Lukashenko. In that case, the dictator's generals won't turn against the people either, but will try to "persuade" him to resign voluntarily. There's a chance there won't be any bloodshed!"
  Svetlana Tikhanovskaya noted:
  "Do you think you'll succeed? There are too many conservatives and siloviki in the State Duma and the Federation Council. Perhaps many of them are even more radical than Putin. Do you think you'll find sympathy among them?"
  The guest from the future logically noted:
  "Any parliament, even the most miniscule one, gravitates toward democracy. It's no coincidence that you called for the convening of the House of Representatives and the Council of the Republic. Many deputies gathered in Minsk. And this despite all the filters. Parliament gravitates toward freedom."
  The new president paused for thought. Yes, the House of Representatives did indeed convene in Minsk. And even reached a quorum. Many deputies weren't security officials at all, and they eagerly listened to the people. They themselves were tired of lying under a dictator and receiving gifts from the lord's table. However, the question of whether to impeach Lukashenko sparked controversy. If he lost the election, then impeachment proceedings were unnecessary. Many mayors have already defected to Tikhanovskaya, as have local city councils. Although not all...
  There was no unity in society. But it's clear that the majority of the people want change and support the new government.
  Soldiers don't want to fight people either. And they desert their units by the hundreds.
  Although this could push the dictator to immediately storm the city of Minsk, before all the rank and file have fled.
  Svetlana Tikhanovskaya also received information that special forces units are being secretly transferred from Russia to Belarus. And this is serious. Is war with Russia really possible? This should have been avoided.
  In any case, much depends on Moscow. There's no unity in the US either. Democrats are all staunchly behind the new Belarusian government, but Trump is remaining silent for now. He's either biding his time to side with the winner, or simply wants to spite the Democrats.
  China, too, is still treading cautiously. They understand that the people have turned their backs on Lukashenko and are in no rush to support him. And China itself has problems. A new bourgeoisie is growing, and they no longer want to live under totalitarianism and are drawn to real democracy, change of power, and freedom.
  In Russia, too, things aren't so clear-cut. People are tired of Putin, they're fed up with him, and they want new faces in politics. Both Russian billionaires and the elite want a change of government. And the intelligentsia isn't enjoying enough freedom either.
  Of course, Fai Rodis can play on the contradictions and, who knows, convince Putin to recognize the new Belarusian government.
  But this may not be enough, and most importantly...
  Svetlana Tikhanovskaya noted:
  "I need someone like you by my side, Fay Rodis. Can I let you go at such a difficult time for the country? And if the assault begins, you alone can stop the tanks!"
  The guest from the future sighed heavily and remarked:
  "Yes, of course... The enemy might send troops to attack, but I won't be in Moscow for long. Besides, attacking Minsk is a recipe for civil war. I think Lukashenko's inner circle will try to dissuade him from attacking at any cost!"
  Augustine logically noted:
  "A king without a capital is no king! What does Lukashenko gain by leaving Minsk under our control? Soon his own generals will overwhelm him or send him running. I've put myself in the dictator's shoes and understand that we should expect an assault on the capital in the next few hours!"
  Svetlana Tikhanovskaya nodded in agreement:
  "I think so too! Time is not on Lukashenko's side. The more time passes, the fewer people there are willing to fight the people. Especially since there are hundreds of thousands of militias in the city and barricades are being built. Taking Minsk by storm is not at all easy. And it will be even more difficult in a couple of days. Besides, we could receive reinforcements from Ukraine, volunteers from the Baltics and all over Europe."
  Zoya nodded in agreement:
  - Exactly! We can strengthen our forces, but Lukashenko can't! Putin won't throw Russian special forces against the Belarusian people! So logic dictates that everything will be decided in the next few hours! And without Fay Rodis, a revolution wouldn't be the same!
  Augustine noted:
  "But still, to avoid an assault... I have an idea: if we can't kill him, then at least capture the dictator! Many of his own inner circle hate him! Let's take Lukashenko prisoner and end the transition of power!"
  Svetlana Tikhanovskaya nodded in agreement:
  "Augustina speaks the truth! Otherwise, thousands of people will die during the assault! Including women and children!"
  Fay Rodis frowned and remarked:
  "We could try to pull that off... Although Lukashenko is currently being guarded by elite Russian special forces. They're Russia's best fighters, and even a team of hypnotists."
  The new president of Belarus frowned:
  - So seriously?
  Fay Rodis nodded, confirming:
  "We're in a tough spot! And I think maybe it's best to talk to Putin again!"
  Svetlana answered with a sigh:
  - What should I tell him? Force the Belarusian authorities to abandon the assault? Or something else?
  Fay Rodis logically suggested:
  Offer to mediate the negotiations. Putin is not stupid and must understand how dangerous a civil war in Belarus is for Russia. And most importantly, how vile it would be if Belarusians were to kill Belarusians!
  The new President of Belarus noted:
  - As if he doesn't understand that anyway!
  Fay Rodis noted:
  "The Ukrainian example showed that Putin personally only benefited from this! But now, he stands to lose! Svetlana, propose the idea of restoring the USSR! Right now and publicly! It will generate enthusiastic support in Russia."
  And I will speak with Putin personally and try to convince him to stop the dictator from taking this fatal step! And that will be our trump card!
  Come on, Svetlana, prepare a public appeal about restoring the USSR on democratic foundations and eternal Slavic brotherhood!
  The new president of Belarus nodded:
  - I'll be on TV in half an hour! Get your speech and official documents ready!
  The girls pleaded:
  - At least an hour! We won't make it!
  Svetlana Tikhanovskaya confidently said:
  - I'll give you forty-five minutes! We're running out of time! We must avoid an assault at all costs!
  Fay Rodis noted:
  - I'll talk to Putin for now. Maybe we can contact him right now!
  The girl called the Kremlin via intergovernmental communications. Putin's press secretary stated:
  - The President is busy right now! He has an emergency meeting, call later!
  Fay Rodis waved her hand:
  - Alright then! After Svetlana Georgievna's appeal with the idea of a new USSR, Putin himself will call us!
  After which, the visitor from the future dialed the Belarusian Minister of Defense. They didn't pick up right away. Fay Rodis said:
  - From the new president!
  The minister himself finally picked up the phone. He was breathing heavily and immediately asked:
  - Are you going to give up?
  Fay Rodis answered logically:
  - And will you order to shoot at the people?
  The minister replied with a sigh:
  - We will carry out any order of the Supreme Commander!
  Fay Rodis replied with emphasis:
  "Your Commander-in-Chief is Svetlana Tikhanovskaya! And you know it perfectly well!"
  The minister muttered:
  "Our Supreme..." he replied, choking. "Let's talk about nonsense!"
  The guest from the future noted:
  "If you give the order to storm, your descendants and all the inhabitants of Belarus will curse you! Do you really want to become the executioner and criminal of your people?" Fay Rodis turned on the suggestion.
  The minister croaked:
  - No, I don"t want to!
  Fay Rodis increased the pressure:
  - So give the order to the deployed troops to return to the barracks, and the planes to the hangars!
  The Minister of Defense croaked with annoyance:
  "The president personally maintains contact with all the generals! Little depends on me personally!"
  Fay Rodis noted:
  - He's crazy! Tell the generals to ignore the illegitimate president!
  The Minister of Defense noted:
  - Russia is for him!
  Fay Rodis stated confidently:
  "Not anymore! And, you must admit, there's no more dangerous and cruel executioner than conscience! Give the order personally and cut off communications with the dictator's residence. By the time it's restored, Russia will also ban all acts of force!"
  The Minister of Defense muttered:
  - And they won"t shoot me?
  The guest from the future said with conviction:
  "If you become a war criminal, the dictator himself will make you a scapegoat! But if you follow the people, Russia too will overthrow this regime! Now give the next orders!"
  And Fay Rodis intensified the hypnosis. Someone accustomed to being hypnotized is sensitive, and the Minister of Defense followed suit. This included cutting off communications with the dictator's residence. This gave them a boost in time.
  Moreover, Lukashenko, fearing an assassination attempt, hid in a bunker and isolated himself.
  Svetlana Tikhanovskaya addressed the nation and the heads of the CIS, proposing to revive a new, democratic USSR and restore all social guarantees and rights to the people.
  Svetlana Georgievna was in full swing, thundering and lightning. Her speech was vivid and memorable.
  And in other CIS countries they listened to her, too. And very attentively...
  Vladimir Putin remarked while watching Tikhanovskaya's address.
  - These are not the words of a girl, but of a husband!
  Medvedev nodded and suggested:
  - Maybe we should forget about Lukashenko and build a new, fair policy with Belarus?
  Putin noted:
  - We'll have to talk to Svetlana Georgievna! That would be logical!
  Medvedev agreed:
  - Don't judge a fountain without drinking water from it!
  Svetlana ended her performance on a high note!
  Then Fay Rodis also contacted.
  The young woman stated:
  Brothers and sisters! The whole world now stands at a crossroads! We have the opportunity and the choice between light and dark, good and evil, humane and inhumane! So let us choose the light! Let this be the era of democracy and communism, without violence and insane leaders!
  Let us all stand together for the people and progress! Let every person's opinion be heard and acted upon!
  And the young woman began to sing, composing as she went a magnificent anthem of the new democratic state.
  And she sang with a magical, enchanting, full-bodied voice that would have been the envy of any loving prima donna.
  And the glory flowed like the trill of a silvery stream;
  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 are Slavic brothers and forever friends!
  Glorified be the Lord's highest name,
  All nations of the world are a holy family!
  
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  Friendship of peoples is the support forever!
  Legitimate force, 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!
  
  And 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!
  Chorus;
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  Friendship of peoples is the support forever!
  Legitimate force, the will of the people,
  After all, the common man is for unity!
  And the whole world listened standing, watching the birth of a new Soviet Union, capable of uniting humanity in eternal happiness!
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