Рыбаченко Олег Павлович
The Ramps Of The Coolest Ace, Johann Marsel

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    The greatest ace in aviation history, Johann Marseille, survived his own accident and shot down the plane carrying the great British commander Montgomery. The entire course of history and military operations changed dramatically, and World War II took a different course.
  THE RAMPS OF THE COOLEST ACE, JOHANN MARSEL
  ANNOTATION
  The greatest ace in aviation history, Johann Marseille, survived his own accident and shot down the plane carrying the great British commander Montgomery. The entire course of history and military operations changed dramatically, and World War II took a different course.
  CHAPTER 1
  The boy simultaneously recalled another mission. It seemed to have a slight discrepancy with reality. The great German ace pilot Johann Marseille hadn't crashed. Well, it seemed, what difference could one pilot make? Even such a remarkable one, who set an absolute record in aviation history, shooting down sixty-one aircraft in a month, in real history, not an alternate one.
  But as it turns out, it can. Considering that Johann Marseille shot down Montgomery's plane-British commander of the time. The offensive against Rommel, Operation Torch, was postponed, as was the landing of Anglo-American troops in Morocco. Rommel went on leave and arrived in Egypt. When the British offensive began, the Germans were well prepared and managed to repel it.
  Thus, the Nazis maintained their presence in Egypt, and the Anglo-American landing in Morocco never took place. Marseille brought the number of aircraft shot down to three hundred. Hitler awarded him the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaves, swords, and diamonds!
  But this didn't save the Nazis from disaster at Stalingrad. Their front crumbled. But Mainstein's counterattack at the end of February was stronger. The forces the Germans had transferred to Africa in real history reinforced Mainstein's forces. These included thirty brand-new Tiger tanks, which in real history were bogged down in the sands of the Sahara, but in the alternate history supported the attack on the Soviet troops. Marseille was also recalled from the Mediterranean, where there was a lull for now, to the Eastern Front. There, he raged. For five hundred downed aircraft, he received from Hitler a new award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  He piloted a more powerful ME-309 fighter, armed with three state-of-the-art 30mm cannons and four machine guns. And he began to pound Soviet aircraft with terrifying force. For seven hundred and fifty aircraft shot down, he received a new, unique award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and blue diamonds.
  Mainstein's counterattack gained momentum, and the Germans were able to capture not only Kharkov and Belgorod, but also Kursk. A long lull followed.
  The Nazis cut off the Kursk salient and the front line leveled out. And it's not entirely clear where else to attack? Furthermore, the Nazis had new tanks in production. In addition to those in real history, they also had the "Lion." This was an additional acquisition by the designers, who were French at that. The Third Reich was under less severe bombing than in real history, and weapons production was higher, meaning another tank could be put into production. And the "Tiger-2" also entered mass production earlier than in real history. All three tanks were similar: the Panther with sloped armor, the Tiger-2, similar in shape but with a more powerful 88-millimeter gun, and the Lev, also similar in appearance to the Panther but with an even more powerful 105-millimeter gun and thicker armor, especially on the front of the turret at 240 mm and on the sloped sides at 100 mm. The Lev also weighed more at ninety tons, but its thousand-horsepower engine more than compensated for this.
  There was also the "Maus", but it turned out to be too heavy and due to its excess weight it was decided not to put it into production.
  Marcel brought his tally of downed Soviet aircraft to a thousand and received a new award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. Now that's a cool, super-ace pilot.
  But the Germans still didn't know where to attack. Hitler still wanted to seize the Caucasus. But that meant storming Stalingrad again. This evoked unpleasant associations. Without it, an attack through the Terek Gate would have been too risky. What other options were there? They considered storming Leningrad. This would allow the Nazis to deploy significant forces in the north, and it was a politically advantageous proposition-it was Lenin's city and the second largest in the USSR. Plus, there were the Leningrad military factories.
  But in this case it would be necessary to storm very powerful and well-developed engineering lines of defense and forts.
  And that wasn't exactly encouraging either. In the center, the front line had also leveled out after the Rzhev-Sychovsky salient had been cut off, and it would have to be stormed.
  Hitler hesitated; Soviet positions were well fortified and developed in engineering terms everywhere.
  While he hesitated, and it was already August, Stalin, losing patience, ordered the attack himself. And on August 15, the offensive began in the Kursk-Oryol direction. The Germans were also well entrenched there. The fighting became very fierce. The front line was stable. The Panther performed very well in defense. But the Lev fared less well. Its 105-millimeter gun, with a 70 EL barrel, had a slower rate of fire-five rounds per minute. However, the vehicle was well protected on all sides. The fighting dragged on until the end of October. Afterward, the Soviet forces retreated, having achieved no success.
  The Nazis acquired a more powerful and long-range bomber, the Ju-288, which carried four tons of bombs in normal condition and six tons when overloaded.
  And at six hundred and fifty kilometers per hour-fifty kilometers faster than the Yak-9. The aircraft immediately became a problem for Soviet troops.
  During the winter, the Germans remained on the defensive, bombing only. They developed the Panther-2, with an 88-millimeter, 71EL-long gun and thicker armor weighing fifty-three tons, offset by a more powerful 900-horsepower engine. The frontal hull armor was 100 millimeters thick, sloped at forty-five degrees, and the sides were 60 millimeters thick. The narrower turret had a 150-millimeter frontal armor and mantlet, with 60-millimeter sloped sides. Thus, the Panther-2 was a well-armed and well-protected vehicle, especially in the front. In response, the USSR developed the T-34-85 and IS-2, which were intended to somewhat reduce the gap in the destructive power of Soviet vehicles.
  During the winter, the Red Army attempted offensives in the south, center, and north. All were unsuccessful. The Nazis held the line. They acquired the multirole TA-152 attack bomber/fighter, as well as jet aircraft. And for shooting down 1,500 aircraft, German pilot Johann Marseille received a new award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with gold oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  In the spring, the Germans intensified their bombing of the USSR, and they acquired the TA-400, a very powerful six-engine aircraft. It really put pressure on Soviet factories in the Urals and beyond. However, such aircraft were still few in number. Hitler decided to conserve personnel and rely on the air offensive. And this, it must be said, was a major, even enormous, problem.
  Especially as the Arado jet bombers were launched into production. They were impossible for Soviet fighters to catch, and extremely difficult for anti-aircraft guns to shoot down.
  So, on land, with a flat front, the Nazis remained relatively calm and defensive. But in the air, they attempted to attack. The USSR responded with new Yak-3 and La-7 fighters. However, the Soviet Yak-3 required high-quality duralumin and was produced in small quantities. Lend-Lease deliveries from the Allies almost ceased. So, the Yak-9 remained the most widely produced fighter. The La-7 was faster, but its armament differed little-the same two cannons as the La-5. Moreover, both aircraft only entered production in the second half of 1944, and not in large quantities.
  The Luftwaffe was already launching jet aircraft into production, although the ME-262 wasn't yet perfect and crashed frequently. The Nazis had the ME-309 and TA-152 in production, both quite capable aircraft in terms of armament and flight characteristics. The ME-309 had three 30-millimeter cannons and four machine guns, while the TA-152 had two 30-millimeter cannons and four 20-millimeter cannons. The most widely produced Soviet Yak-9, on the other hand, had only one 20-millimeter cannon and a machine gun. And the LA-7 only had two 20-millimeter cannons-try fighting with those.
  The fascists have total superiority in the sky.
  Nevertheless, on June 22, 1944, having gathered his strength, Stalin launched an offensive in the center - Operation Bagration. The newest Soviet tanks, the T-34-85 and IS-2, took part in it. On the German side, there was the Panther-2, which replaced the standard Panther, and the Tiger-2, with a more powerful engine, boasting a thousand horsepower than in real life. The Germans also developed a more advanced design, the Lev-2, with a rear-mounted turret. The engine and transmission were mounted in a single unit at the front. This allowed the Nazis to save on the kadar shaft and reduce the height of the hull. As a result, the Lev-2 was twenty tons lighter, with the same armor and engine, 100-millimeter-thick sides, and a sloped 240-millimeter turret front. It was a powerful vehicle. The Maus never went into production, but it was a starting point, and ideas for other vehicles were used in its development.
  The Jagdpanther, a very dangerous and powerful self-propelled gun, was also in production. But the Germans were already preparing a replacement: the E-25 self-propelled gun, lighter and with a lower profile. It was intended to use a transverse engine and transmission assembly, with the gearbox mounted on the engine itself. The crew itself would be reduced to three and positioned prone. The idea was that this would make the vehicle very light and compact, fast, and stealthy.
  But this is not a production model yet, but is in the development process.
  And the Soviet troops were on the offensive. But the front line was relatively flat and very well fortified. The Soviet troops were unable to break through it. They suffered enormous losses. The fighting lasted for more than a month and a half, and the Soviet troops abandoned their senseless assaults.
  And Johann Marseille received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds for two thousand downed Soviet aircraft.
  Meanwhile, the Nazis were launching an air offensive against the USSR. They acquired the Ju-488, a four-engine aircraft capable of carrying up to ten tons of bombs and reaching speeds of up to seven hundred kilometers per hour. It also pressed Soviet positions, cities, and factories.
  The front line remained stable. Soviet troops occasionally attacked it, both in the south and in the north. Until 1945.
  The Third Reich launched the E-10 and E-25 self-propelled guns into production, the latter of which were excellent. The USSR developed the SU-100, a vehicle capable of engaging the Panther-2 head-on. But the Germans aren't wasting any time either. They have the Panther-3, a more powerful and better-protected variant of the E-50 series, on the way. And the Tiger-3, based on the E-75.
  And then there was the jet aviation of the Third Reich. This included the HE-162 series, the lightest and most maneuverable jet aircraft, and many others, including the MA-163, which the Germans developed to fly for fifteen minutes instead of six.
  The ME-1100, a jet fighter with variable-sweep wings, was also developed. It boasts excellent flight characteristics. The ME-262X, a more advanced and faster aircraft that won't crash as often, will soon enter production.
  And so, on January 20, 1945, Soviet troops launched a new offensive in the center. But the Nazis were well prepared for it. They repelled the Soviet forces. Even the IS-2s were of no help; they were destroyed and knocked down like bowling pins by a billiard ball.
  The fighting dragged on until the end of February, when Stalin finally stopped his battered troops.
  Johann Marseille shot down two and a half thousand aircraft and received the Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and blue diamonds.
  In March, the Nazis, having built up their strength, launched an offensive on the southern sector of the front. The Nazis attacked at night using night vision devices. The Nazis also actively bombed Soviet positions. Furthermore, the Wehrmacht held off attacking the Soviet forces for so long that it managed to achieve operational surprise and break through the defenses.
  Suffering heavy losses, Soviet troops retreated to the Don. They were forced to cross the river, and from there they established a defense. On April 22, 1945, Lenin's birthday, Stalin launched an offensive in the center. But once again, the Nazis were prepared for defense, and the fighting dragged on until early June. Meanwhile, the Red Army consolidated its position on the other side of the Don.
  Johann Marseille shot down three thousand aircraft and was awarded the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds.
  In May, the IS-3 tank, with its very well-protected turret, entered serial production in the USSR. However, in the Third Reich, the Panther-3 tank, weighing fifty-five tons and powered by an engine capable of producing up to 1,200 horsepower, entered production. This tank's frontal armor reached 150 mm at the top, 120 mm at the bottom, 82 mm at the sides, and 185 mm at the front. Additionally, the gun mantlet was 88 mm long, with a 100 EL barrel length. This tank was capable of completely penetrating even the IS-3, although this Soviet vehicle was well protected, but the complex turret design made it more difficult to manufacture.
  June 22nd had already passed, and the Great Patriotic War was entering its fifth year. In July, the Germans launched the ME-262X, which reached speeds of up to 1,200 kilometers per hour and was armed with five 30-millimeter aircraft cannons (four and one 37-millimeter). It could also be used to combat Soviet tanks.
  The T-34-85 remained the most widely produced vehicle, as the T-54 was still under development. Production of the SU-100 was also ramping up, as the self-propelled gun had a more powerful armament and was easier to manufacture. The IS-2 was still in production, as the IS-3 was quite expensive. Furthermore, it was heavier at forty-nine tons, compared to the forty-six of the IS-2 with the same 520-horsepower engine and chassis. The turret and frontal hull were heavier, due to the lower section and a more complex shape.
  The Red Army had not yet launched an offensive. Only in August did Soviet troops attempt to defeat the Germans in the north. Fighting continued until mid-September, but to no avail.
  Johann Marseille shot down three and a half thousand aircraft and received the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  The war was becoming increasingly static. The Nazis acquired the Ju-287 jet with forward-swept wings and the TA-500, a six-seater jet variant. And they continued to ravage Soviet territory.
  And they bombed factories, bridges, cities, and trains...
  On November 7, Soviet troops launched an offensive in the center. But again, they achieved nothing, and the fighting dragged on until early January.
  The year 1946 had dawned. The Nazis were ramping up production of the Panther-3 main battle tank. And the Tiger, with thicker armor and a 128-millimeter cannon, was already in production.
  But that's not all. Nazi engineers improved the E-10 self-propelled gun, reducing the crew to two and the height to just one meter twenty centimeters, while upgrading the armament to a 75-mm 70EL cannon with a rate of fire of twenty rounds per minute. The vehicle weighed only twelve tons, but its engine produced 600 horsepower. This armament made the vehicle very fast, capable of traveling over one hundred kilometers on roads, and capable of effectively penetrating the main Soviet tank, the T-34-85, the SU-100, and even the IS-2. Only the IS-3 could withstand its shells head-on.
  This self-propelled gun, nicknamed "Gepard," actively attacked Soviet troops, especially tanks. It was also handy for attack. Due to its small size, low profile, and high speed, it was virtually impossible to hit, especially if the Soviet tank was moving.
  Johann Marseille shot down four thousand aircraft and destroyed a number of ground targets. For this, he was awarded the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  In February and March of 1946, Soviet troops launched attacks in both the center and the south, but to no avail. Meanwhile, the Nazis launched an air offensive. In May, the B-28 flying wing bomber, a jet-powered, fuselage-less aircraft, entered production, and the Red Army and Stalin's factories became even worse off.
  The Germans also improved the E-25 self-propelled gun, making it a two-man prone crew with an 88-millimeter 100EL gun and a 1,200 horsepower engine. The vehicle weighed twenty-six tons, but its heavily sloped 120-millimeter frontal armor and 82-millimeter side armor made it very difficult to hit.
  But Hitler was busy collecting and stockpiling these new machines. In June, Soviet troops again advanced in the center, but were overwhelmed.
  The fighting died down by the end of July.
  Johann Marseille was awarded the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and blue diamonds for four and a half thousand downed aircraft and a certain number of ground targets, including tanks.
  The war continued. Stalin tried to negotiate peace through intermediaries, but Hitler was determined to fight to the bitter end. And first and foremost, to bomb everything. But that's in the Entente game; you can settle the matter with air power and bomb everything. But in a real war, things are much more difficult.
  Stalin, having gathered his strength, attempted to attack the Nazis in the center again in November, but was unsuccessful. The fighting continued until the end of December, and the Red Army retreated to its original positions.
  A lull set in, the fighting raged only in the skies. And the Nazis bombed savagely; they had jet aircraft, while the USSR didn't. It was 1947. There was a certain despondency in the Red Army. The Germans were really getting stuck in the air. And the T-54 was still only just getting ready for production. It had relatively good frontal protection and was better armed. But it was still weak against the Panther-3, although it did get a bit closer.
  But the Germans are also developing a more powerful main battle tank. The Panther-4, with even more powerful armament and thick, sloped armor, is in development.
  The beginning of winter passed relatively calmly. But in March, the Red Army attempted another offensive. But once again, it was stymied. Johann Marseille actively engaged ground targets.
  In April 1947, he achieved five thousand aircraft and numerous ground targets shot down. For this, he was awarded a special award: the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. He was also awarded a platinum Luftwaffe Cup studded with diamonds. Prior to this, Johann Marseille had held gold and silver Luftwaffe Cups studded with diamonds. Johann Marseille also received the Platinum War Merit Cross with Diamonds, and before that, he held similar War Merit Crosses-gold and silver with diamonds.
  By May, the Nazis had already decided to launch an offensive operation. Since a frontal assault on Leningrad would have risked too many losses, they decided to advance on Tikhvin and Volkhov, encircling the second capital of the USSR in a double encirclement, cutting off the lifeline across Lake Ladoga. After which, Leningrad would have fallen due to total starvation.
  And so, on May 30, 1947, Operation Nordschleife began.
  LENINGRAD IN THE RING OF HELL.
  ANNOTATION
  It's already February, and the brutal and merciless war is in its forty-third year. The Nazis and the coalition have recaptured Tikhvin. Leningrad is once again besieged. Yerevan also remains under siege. So the situation on the front lines is dire. And with the Nazis continuing their advance into Central Asia, the only thing they can count on is barefoot, beautiful, and sexy girls in bikinis.
  PROLOGUE
  In February, the Germans were able to retake Tikhvin and cut off Leningrad by land. And that was significant. Yerevan, too, had failed to be relieved. The Turks faced further challenges. Moreover, coalition forces launched an offensive in Crimea. The winter there is not as harsh as in central Russia, and the soil is drier. And Crimea had to be captured. Mainstein's troops broke through the Soviet defenses and advanced quite successfully.
  The German "Lion" tank saw combat for the first time. Its shape was very similar to the "Panther," but it was much larger. Naturally, the "Lion" had very thick armor: a 150-millimeter-thick hull with a sloped front and 100-millimeter-thick sides. The turret's front was a full 240 mm thick due to its enormous mantlet, and 100 mm thick on the sides and rear, all sloped. The gun was 105 mm in caliber, with a barrel length of 70 EL. A powerful vehicle, to say the least. But it weighed a whopping ninety tons. And even with a thousand-horsepower engine, the vehicle was a slog.
  Gerda and her crew were entrusted with testing this tank in combat.
  Four girls inside the car. The engine is quite powerful, and there's heating inside, so the beauties feel quite comfortable wearing nothing but bikinis and barefoot.
  The vehicle, of course, moves rather sluggishly. It's the heaviest model produced in metal and put into production. Only the Maus is larger. Its design is already being finalized. However, most experts doubt such a monster is needed in real combat conditions. And tanks over a hundred tons are very difficult to transport by train. The Tiger tank already has dismountable tracks. But that vehicle is even heavier. Development of the Tiger 2 and Panther 2, which are expected to be more advanced than their predecessors, is also underway. But for now, the Lion remains the German flagship of striking power.
  Gerda, using her bare toes, fires the first shot. The powerful shell overturns the Soviet howitzer.
  The blonde girl cries:
  - Glory to Germany!
  Charlotte fires after her, too. She also uses her bare toes. And the truck is blown to pieces by Soviet soldiers.
  The girl exclaims:
  - Glory to the Aryan heroes!
  Then Christina fires a shot. Her hair is yellow and red. She's a gorgeous girl in a frenzy. And the blast wave sends the Soviet mortar flying high into the air.
  The warrior exclaims:
  - For the future of white children!
  Magda also fires next. She's honey-blonde and very beautiful. And now, with her bare toes, she too fires a lethal shot.
  And the Soviet weapon, having flown up, explodes into pieces.
  The warrior screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Let Stalin burn in hell and his ideas too!
  And all four killer girls chirped:
  The first thawed patch -
  Stalin's funeral...
  And then spring -
  New country!
  And then this formidable "Lion" keeps coming. This is sheer punching power and bone-crushing impact.
  And nearby, Komsomol girls are fighting. They're defending Simferopol, which is being approached by the Nazi and capitalist hordes. And they're getting closer and closer.
  And the girls fight desperately and with fury. They display mass heroism and demonstrate their girlish spirit. And what about the Komsomol girls, who bend over backwards?
  And the girls, while fighting, do not forget to sing;
  The country of the Soviets is forever young,
  In it, man has freedom...
  And I run through the puddles barefoot -
  A virgin's age is just beginning!
  
  But the damned fascist, alas, did not let me live,
  And the crow invaded our land...
  The huts are burning hot from napalm -
  The dream has disappeared into complete oblivion!
  
  All around I see nothing but destruction,
  The fire in the city burns furiously...
  And I ask the Lord for forgiveness -
  The political officer calls the Fatherland to battle!
  
  Stalin himself ordered the attack,
  The men and boys rose up...
  The Fuhrer stuck his paw in like this,
  That the bombers rushed upwards!
  
  The war is on and all men will die,
  And I, a girl, am standing at the machine...
  And I know very well the grave sorrows,
  And in the fingers there is pain like a hammer blow!
  
  Unable to bear it, I went to the front,
  She took the machine gun into her little hands...
  I know I'm not destined to see old age,
  But at least I will be spared - hell!
  
  Here's a plane with explosives they gave to a girl:
  She herself wanted to take revenge on the Fritzes!
  We see the distances of communism in the blood -
  Pallas is about to break the thread of the century!
  
  But the girl doesn"t know regret -
  For the Motherland, for Stalin forward!
  Let there be a scarlet flag over Berlin.
  And the radiant Sun will rise!
  
  Christ will resurrect us and receive us into his bosom,
  We will be in the kingdom of light forever!
  Know the immortal name of Jesus -
  And the heavenly dream is limitless!
  These are truly beautiful girls with a song and imagination. And despite the cold, they're almost completely naked.
  But the Red Army's battles were very difficult. The top German ace, Johann Marseille, shot down over four hundred aircraft and received another high award-the Order of the German Eagle with Diamonds. Only fifteen such orders were awarded throughout the entire history of the awarding process.
  This ace was a real stalwart in his ME-309. And female aces Albina and Alvina each surpassed 100 kills. And that's a record for the US Army. Admittedly, that's not a record for the Luftwaffe, which boasted a whole galaxy of outstanding pilots.
  Pokryshkin is still fighting in the USSR. Well, for now, she and Anastasia Vedmakova are the best Soviet aces.
  They're fighting against larger enemy forces. The Germans had the Ju-288 in production, capable of carrying four tons of bombs under normal load, and six tons under overload. And it could reach speeds of 650 kilometers per hour. This meant the LaGG-5 and Yak-9 simply couldn't catch it. A serious problem had arisen. Plus, the American B-29 superfortress was also in production. These had up to twelve defensive machine guns, the ability to carry up to ten tons of bombs, and a speed of up to 600 kilometers per hour.
  Well, that's the balance of power. It's not easy at all. And the USSR is having a really tough time.
  Adala is one of the first German pilots to receive the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross. She flies a Focke-Wulf. It's a fast aircraft with powerful armament. However, it has a drawback: it's not very maneuverable. However, it does have six 20mm cannons, which is quite serious.
  Adala learned to shoot down Soviet aircraft on her very first attempt. And she demonstrated her signature skill.
  What a girl. She lifts her Focke-Wulf into the sky, it takes off a little heavy. And she rushes into battle.
  Here's her first victim: a Soviet U-2 night bomber. A seemingly harmless machine, but dangerous nonetheless. Adala shoots it down and chirps:
  - There will be no mercy for Stalin, for the new world order!
  And he will laugh.
  And here's Adala's next victim, the LAGG-5. This aircraft is relatively well-armed-two 20mm cannons. More powerful than the Yak-9, which has one cannon and a machine gun. But the LAGG is less maneuverable. In general, Soviet aircraft, due to the lack of high-quality duralumin, are much heavier than their counterparts, meaning they have less maneuverability. So, the Adala boldly attacks head-on, using the power of its six cannons, and brings down the enemy with great confidence.
  After which he exclaims:
  - Knight's Cross, Knight's Cross,
  My spirit is risen! My spirit is risen!
  Agatha is also in the fight. She's not yet an experienced pilot, but she's trying to act more confident.
  He maneuvers. He shoots down a Soviet Yak-9 fighter and exclaims with a smile:
  - I can! And I want to!
  This is followed by her very sweet smile.
  Well, the fighting continues...
  Gulliver and his team of barefoot Komsomol girls, half-naked in any weather, retreated. The Germans had now encircled Leningrad again. This meant the city was doomed to starvation.
  The garrison commander, Marshal Kulik, approached Stalin with a cautious question: how to save women and children?
  In response, the mustachioed generalissimo roared:
  - Not a step back! Stand to the death! And no capitulation!
  So Leningrad is not to be envied. And Hitler, of course, knows no mercy.
  Natasha asked Gulliver:
  - What do you say, kid? Are things bad for our people after all?
  The boy traveler replied:
  - You know better than me!
  Zoya noted:
  - Maybe you'll fire off your catchphrases again so that we don't feel so bad!
  Gulliver muttered angrily:
  - It's better to kill once than to curse a hundred times!
  Augustine nodded vigorously with a smile:
  - Now that's a pretty good aphorism!
  The red-haired Komsomol girl tickled the boy's bare, rough, but pink, gracefully shaped heel and muttered:
  - Let's! Say it!
  Gulliver asked doubtfully:
  - What will I get out of this?
  Augustine stated decisively:
  "I'll give you a chocolate candy I found in the backpack of the black American I killed. And American chocolate, unlike German, is always natural and delicious!"
  The pioneer boy said incredulously:
  - What's tastier than Soviet chocolate?
  The red-haired shrew said confidently:
  - Yes, it tastes better!
  Gulliver took a deep breath and began to utter catchphrases with enthusiasm;
  Victory is like a fist; it consists of five fingers: cunning, skill, courage, luck and composure!
  Warriors, unlike priestesses of love, choose their clients themselves, but they don"t know refusals!
  In war, pinpoint precision not only increases the value of victory, but also helps avoid the inflation of heavy losses!
  A brave soldier leaves the battle only dead, a skilled warrior only victorious, but a coward is already a corpse before the battle begins!
  Everything ingenious is simple, but it does not tolerate primitivism!
  He who does not wish to gild the hook of research will never catch the precious fish of discovery!
  The bird of freedom has two wings: strength and luck, and reason is the helmsman! But true freedom for all... it"s like infinity multiplied by infinity and divided by zero!
  When gold weighs down your pocket, you breathe easier and are drawn to the heights!
  The thing that pulls you to the bottom the most is a loaded pocket!
  Ideas without implementation, like the wind without a sail, are capable of knocking down only the midges of everyday life!
  A word is stronger than a bullet, it doesn"t always kill, but it always gets to you!
  Technology serves man, but when used for military purposes, the former arrogant master turns into an insignificant slave!
  Religion is a drug, only the withdrawal leads to enlightenment, and the addiction does not lead to euphoria!
  Gold is a heavy metal, but it is from it that the wings of prosperity are forged!
  A writer is like God in his imagination, creating masterpieces, but he is distinguished by his compassion for creation!
  A man sheds his sins like a maple tree sheds its leaves in autumn, but the merciless gardener, the Lord, burns the tree itself!
  In order for the tree of the human race not to shed the leaves of sins, it is necessary to become hardened in mind!
  In war, the idea is the aim, the implementation is the shot, the means are the projectile!
  Art asks for victims, military art extorts them!
  War is that still life that is unpleasant to draw, and doubly disgusting to admire!
  Death is like a cane for a blind man: it helps one to see the big picture, but it hides the details!
  The plant withers without rain, so the thought fades without rebellious impulses!
  The immaculate world is like a vacuum, and even more empty!
  - Fantasy grows wings, doubt forges shackles!
  He who roars with a roar will throw down his shield in fear!
  A loud voice is a bluff - to be afraid of it is a sin!
  A world without fiction is like porridge without butter, only the requirement for freshness is even stricter!
  White hair is a symbol of purity, but bad thoughts are always dirty, a stupid head is covered in the ink of meanness!
  A slave is not one who wears iron chains, but one who has a wooden head!
  Religion is a black sun: from which the mind withers, thoughts dry up, superstitions sprout!
  The coolness of a politician is like the steering wheel of an airplane, without the stopcock of indecision!
  Life is a chain, and the little things are its links-you can't ignore each link! But you can't dwell on the little things-otherwise the chain will envelop you!
  An honest thief is better than a lying detective, a master key made of gold is more valuable than handcuffs made of shit!
  Indifference isn't the best armor in terms of protective properties, but it's the most affordable to make!
  A sparrow can out-chirp an eagle, but is unable to peck a kite!
  Kindness is soft, but it binds the grains of personal interest better than any cement!
  Pain is the other side of pleasure, only with a much greater desire to turn to you!
  He who has no peace in his spirit and whose character is tormented by cruel trials torments his flesh!
  For the brave - a valiant death, for the coward - a dreadful escape, for those who do neither - a free ration in captivity
  Blood Enemies differ from dynamite only in the absence of a detonator!
  Showing compassion in war is like salting a cake, mercy is like peppering a pastry!
  It's not the mice that sing in the lyric hall that are scary, but those that squeak in your head!
  A person's personality is like a bottomless well; when it is at the center of power, it can suck in the entire country!
  War is a lottery, only the winnings are paid for with tears and blood, and are not transferred online!
  All countries are preparing for war, but no one can plan victory!
  Even in hell you need connections, and in heaven you need a roof!
  The underworld has its advantages; changing your place of residence is not scary!
  Weakness is the sister of betrayal, betrayal is the father of retribution!
  A lie is a thin rope that, depending on the sharpness of the mind, can pull you out of the abyss or tighten around your neck!
  The difference between deception and fabrication is only in the motive, and not always mercantile!
  In the underworld, you can be afraid of everything except exile!
  Everything is possible except the impossible, which is impossible to imagine!
  In the art of knowledge there are only two hopeless things: trying to explain human stupidity and understanding the logic of the Most High God!
  The mind develops like muscles through training, only it doesn"t get stretched!
  The money is paper, but they impose an iron dictatorship!
  A polite tongue hides evil thoughts better than sheepskin hides fangs!
  No matter how soft the sheep's wool is, it cannot soften the sharpness of the wolf's fangs!
  Alcohol is the most accessible killer, but unfortunately it kills more than just the customer!
  The brave man dies but once, but lives forever: the coward dies but once, but lives only once!
  The best way to drown out the voice of reason is the clanging of blades, especially if the reason is not egregious!
  You can't win without losing, but you can lose without winning!
  Defeat is a judge who rejects an appeal and does not allow the lawyer to speak!
  A blow to the air is often the most deadly, as it takes away oxygen and shakes the imagination!
  The pain of money is different in that when someone else has it, there is no desire to appropriate it, but when you have it, you refuse to share it!
  A good ruler does not make new enemies, just as a thrifty owner does not breed extra fleas!
  Beating bastards is like scoring a goal, only the referee-law awards a penalty in the wrong time!
  If you want to become God, don"t be a monkey in science, blindly imitating nature!
  The weakness of humanity is ignorance, strength is knowledge, power is the ability to think outside the box!
  A person always lies, even when he tells the truth, because existence itself is a deception!
  Not everyone can be a leader, because leadership involves getting ahead of the worst!
  Technology during wartime is like a boy entering first grade - you need to grow and improve your knowledge!
  Everyone loses, only a few win, only human egoism is invincible, it disguises itself too cleverly as rationalism!
  It's better to bury someone to the sound of the Marseillaise than to live to the sound of a funeral march!
  A fox in a trap can only give up its skin, but a person in captivity can only give up skin and bones!
  Defeat is like a damaged child, no one recognizes it as their own, but there is no escape from it!
  Idleness is the most dangerous form of betrayal; it does not require any diplomatic skill or financial investment from the enemy!
  A warrior is more important than a surgeon; he saves not the mortal body with his blade, but cuts off the physical shackles from the soul!
  By refusing a beggar, you save your pocket, but rob your soul!
  The worst thing about war is that you will always be disappointed by its ending and tired by its course!
  Stupidity is the greatest vice, especially because powerful worlds encourage it!
  Fear is a little death - by conquering it we come closer to immortality!
  A military cunning weighs more than gold, but is lighter than feathers, because the commander carries it in his head!
  When it comes to horses and slippers, their white color signifies complete incompatibility!
  Power, like a carnivorous shoot, grows only in the direction of death!
  Male beauty can be royal, but it is not crowning, and a crown only spoils female beauty!
  The world is different from a chessboard in that no one plays by the rules, and similar in that we are all just pawns in it!
  You can scare Russians, but you can"t make them afraid!
  To fear is harmful; to beware is necessary!
  Tales only exist in crypts, but real discoveries prevent civilization from being driven into the basement!
  The sun will sooner turn purple than a Russian will turn yellow from betrayal!
  It is a sin to steal, but to leave a beggar hungry and a rich man to go crazy from fat is even more sinful!
  A businessman, by stealing, enriches himself; an official, by distributing, robs!
  A noble death is a precious jewel, but victorious immortality is priceless!
  Man is an animal that has absorbed a part of the deity and expelled all bestiality!
  There are no irreplaceable people, unless they are the great rulers of one sixth of the land!
  In a dispute where everyone is "smart", it is impossible to become wiser, so everyone primarily listens to themselves!
  Even though "I" is the last letter in the alphabet, people give priority to it!
  To be constant in love is the same as to tie yourself to one place during a battle!
  What is common between a large weight and a large head is that both are acceptable only in a figurative sense!
  A man is never absolutely free because he is a slave of nature, and he is never an absolute slave because he is the master of reason!
  The soldiers of all armies are exhausted, but the Russians are only getting tired!
  Anyone who wants great power is like a monkey who has climbed into a racing car, without brakes, but with a jet engine!
  In a fight, it's not the strongest who wins, but the one who is mean enough to provoke it and not get involved himself!
  War is a competition where everyone is disqualified before the start!
  A thick, bullish neck is usually characteristic of people who are not brilliant with a subtle mind!
  A woman can lose to a man in everything except the ability to move him to pity!
  Developed intuition can surpass intelligence, but intelligence will never surpass intuition!
  A word is not a sparrow, but wordiness turns it into a crow!
  When the tongue becomes shallow, the flour bakes into a lump in the throat!
  Every sheep wants to be a shepherd - when the wolf is far away, and the rifle is close!
  It is difficult to live in training, but easy to die in battle!
  Death is a relative concept in time, life is absolute in meaning!
  Friendship with the rabble does not humiliate if it leads to the pinnacle of power!
  Wide throats are characteristic of a narrow outlook!
  For those who put filling their bellies first, clearing their conscience comes last!
  If you lose your head, you will gain nothing but a headache!
  If you can't get rid of the hare's heart, you will howl like a wolf from a dog's life!
  Nobility is rare among people - because there is no meanness, no lifeline in the whirlpool of the struggle for survival!
  Although meanness is a lifeline in the struggle for survival, it is gnawed by the worms of the mistrust it generates!
  Eloquence usually blossoms when the possibility of physical defense fades!
  He who does not flutter like a butterfly cannot avoid being crushed by a net!
  For fruit to ripen, the sun is needed; for democracy to mature, freedom and elections are needed - in the darkness of lawlessness, the fruit will rot and all that remains is to throw it away!
  To be predictable is to become punishable!
  He who thinks about protection during a fight is defenseless against panic!
  You can be unpretentious and hardy, but you shouldn"t perceive the world like a camel and show donkey-like stubbornness!
  A person in history is like a rudder on a ship, but only the trust of the people is the sail that allows one to achieve one"s goal!
  Of course! The heaviest burden is when you have to run away!
  You can't dry up a tarnished reputation by doing something wet!
  The flame of that abyss that burns in the soul illuminates the prison of hidden passions!
  The tongue, unlike a millstone, is capable of grinding any rubbish into a delicious bun!
  Only flour ground by a stupid tongue saturates only chicken brains!
  A ruler who has dissolute his servants always tries to shift the blame onto an outsider, like a slob onto dirt!
  Plans only lead to advancement in theory, but in practice you can only plan downwards!
  Drowning kittens is not a good idea, especially if you're a landlubber!
  The true art of grabbing a big piece without becoming a fat rat or a grey mouse!
  If you don't want to feed on carrion, suppress the jackal in your soul!
  When the cruel symphony of death plays, the cacophony of empty deeds will fall silent, believe me!
  It is easier to extinguish the sun with sand than to extinguish the flame in the hearts of Russian patriots!
  All empires fall into decay, except those founded on the sound foundation of real democracy!
  Most often, they mount a white horse, possessing the intelligence of a lame horse and the honor of a gray gelding!
  Chatterbox with the tongue, from a wooden chatterbox; excellent in that the brains are always made of oak!
  One shot is better than a thousand curses!
  One well-aimed shot is better than a thousand sidelong glances!
  A fight is when you rush towards the enemy, when the gleam of your steel and the lightning from your eyes make the enemy"s soul blaze with unquenchable fear!
  Death differs from a beloved in that it will definitely come, and the embrace will give birth to cold instead of heat!
  Don't be afraid to utter a vulgar word, be afraid to vulgarize your actions and goals!
  Life is the concentration of suffering, death is the deliverance from it, but whoever finds pleasure in the torment of struggle will deserve immortality!
  Martial arts is a business where the roosters lay the golden eggs!
  The strong are free in prison; the weak are a slave on the throne!
  
  THE CABIN BOY AND THE PIRATE EMPEROR
  ANNOTATION
  The cabin boy Eduard Osetrov, along with the pirates, captures the city and frees the pirate emperor. Now the bandits begin a serious struggle for control of the empire. Of course, the boy has his own plans, even though he's promised the title of duke.
  CHAPTER 1
  The fierce battle continued between pirates of all stripes, including girls, who fought either in thin chain mail or even half-naked.
  And they threw explosive peas with their bare toes, with deadly force, or hacked at each other with swords.
  The deafening explosion severely damaged the thick gates, but didn't completely demolish them. Nevertheless, the passage was almost complete. The destruction caused by the cannonballs was extensive, and the forged iron door barely held.
  Numerous slave girls hurled stones, broken tiles, glass, and some even daggers at the garrison soldiers. The girls wore minimal clothing, but were muscular and slender. There were virtually no older women in this world, and that was wonderful. All the fair sex were young and fresh-faced, and they far outnumbered older men. And some of the slaves were boys, who could artificially live for a couple of decades as teenagers and then die in their sleep.
  Not a very favorable prospect, and free men weren't going for it. But who's going to ask slaves!
  Here the great warrior Osetrov, losing his patience, sent his gigantic lizard into attack. With a terrifying roar, the remains of the gate flew off. The pirate freebooters let out a cry of delight, rushing to the assault. The bare feet of the pirate girls flashed, and first and foremost those of the black woman-hero Oblomova. And then there were the boots of the men, and the strong arms of representatives of a non-human race. And even flippers, like those of geese, in this otherworldly world.
  The carnage and chaos began; there were more pirates, they were excited by blood and losses, and more than a dozen of them fell under the walls of the medieval prison.
  The pirate girls roared at the top of their lungs:
  We go on the attack bravely,
  There will be a mortal battle with enemies...
  Conquering evil creatures with the sword,
  Sending fire over the universe!
  And the warrior girls fired their bows using the bare toes of their tanned, muscular, very agile feet.
  As always, the fearless Terminator-Komsomol member (yes, Eduard was a Komsomol member to some extent. He had fought in World War II and joined the Komsomol during one of his previous missions!) was ahead. The pirate knight was locked in a fight with the prison colonel. He was a terrifying six-armed fellow, trying to finish off the young warrior as quickly as possible before his friends could come to his aid. His frantic swings failed to impress the boy.
  And somewhere out there, girls from various pirate ships are fighting and chopping down enemies like cabbage. And that's great too. Oblomova kicked a gorilla officer in the face with her bare heel, knocking him down, knocking down three more guards.
  The heroine woman screamed:
  - Saryn on the kichka!
  At first, the boy, Osetrov, calmly parried all the attacks, then kicked him in the stomach. His opponent doubled over, and taking advantage of the moment, the young fighter chopped off his head-a sure-fire move.
  - It"s big, but apparently empty, like a moneylender"s heart.
  And Edward laughed. And his bare foot, swift as lightning, rammed the large guard in the groin.
  The horned helmet flew off his head, and its tip struck another soldier in the side.
  The prison guards' resistance sometimes dragged on, especially when skirmishes took place in the corridors and took on the character of ambushes.
  Several female pirates were even injured, their bare, muscular legs caught in the fire.
  The last refuge of the medieval "wardens" was the basement. One of the first to rush in was the enraged tiger Osetrov, his eyes seeing perfectly in the dark, his sword slashing, continuing to reap a bountiful harvest of death.
  "You won't get away, you idiots, I'll chase you out of every crevice," the perky young warrior shouted.
  Suddenly a terrible thunderous roar was heard ahead, then a flame burst into flames.
  "Could it really be a dragon?" thought the fearless pirate boy, choking on the smoke.
  The young warrior jumped aside, the girl running after him squealed in fear and was slightly scorched. The boy shook himself; if it was a dragon, he needed to act calmly. The roar repeated itself, and the flame began to dim.
  The pirate girl chirped:
  - This is Satan!
  And her luxurious, strong thighs began to shake. And the smell of incense grew stronger.
  The pirate boy replied:
  - The most terrible Satan is your natural fear!
  Eduard noticed out of the corner of his eye that the fire was erupting from a single point, albeit in a dense cloud. It was as if a whale were spewing napalm instead of water. Falling to the floor and pressing himself against the wall, the boy-terminator began to crawl, but then flames erupted from the other side, and the unknown beast thundered so loudly it could have put an entire regiment to flight.
  It was no wonder that the three brave pirate girls who were racing after the boy pressed themselves against the wall and screamed:
  - Dragon spare us -
  Mom, dad save me!
  Young Edward said:
  - A donkey roars louder than a fox, but cannot prove that he is not a camel!
  Here the young fighter noticed a barely concealed opening, through which even he, being of short stature, could squeeze with great difficulty. Fought and scratched against the rocks, he tore the remains of his already torn clothing and scraped his bare shoulders and chest. However, this is precisely the case when not maturing is a blessing in disguise. If he had grown even a little over the course of his many years of adventure, he would have become completely stuck. Like a wedge in a Spanish boot, for example.
  The boy crushed a poisonous spider with his bare fingers that was about to sting him in the calf and hissed:
  The cunning spider sharpened his sting,
  And drinks the sacred blood from Elfia...
  Nothing is enough for the enemy,
  The one who loves his fatherland will kill him!
  Finally, the tunnel became wider, and the warrior-terminator with great effort climbed out of it.
  Then a strange sight caught his eye: two fat men in yellow robes, skullcaps on their shaved heads, running around the forge with the clatter of their black hobnailed boots. One was blowing into it, causing a terrible roar to erupt, while the other was pulling the levers, causing the room to suddenly become brighter and hotter. Both criminal-looking fellows were sweating profusely and reeked of odor.
  "So they're swindlers," the eternal warrior boy even giggled with glee. "They wanted to trick me with such a simple trick. Well, I'll rip their guts out."
  The young fighter leaped like a tiger and attacked the big men. The first managed to draw his sword, but was hit in the forehead with the hilt. The powerful blow left a hefty lump. The second, seeing the terrifying, bloodied boy, begged for mercy.
  - Don't kill me, oh noble pirate.
  "Since when did pirates become noble?" said the warrior Edward, uttering a terribly angry voice, and slammed his fist into the man's jaw. The fat man's head fell back, blood flowing. The boy-terminator snapped back:
  - You will teach me nobility!
  And the young fighter slammed his fist into the enemy's groin with all his might. His cheekbone cracked, and blood poured from his mouth.
  Then, taking a ring of keys from his belt, the young warrior began unlocking the doors. Behind the first door was a cell containing two prisoners shackled in stocks. One of them, despite the sores and marks of burns and beatings, had a very imposing appearance. His thick, graying beard and broad shoulders, with the blazing gaze of his Mongolian eyes, said, "I was born to command!" The second was still quite young, quite tall, but had no beard, only a light fuzz of hair visible under his nose. They stared at Eduard Osetrov as he burst in. Behind the boy, the pirate girl appeared. Her bare, strong, feminine feet left graceful, bloody, scarlet marks on the concrete.
  "Who are you?" the older prisoner said in a hoarse but pleasant voice.
  The eternally young warrior replied:
  - I am a noble pirate, Edward.
  The younger one asked:
  - And what's your name?
  Osetrov answered in confusion:
  - In the previous company, they called it a combat tank-rabbit. In the current gang... I don't know, they haven't decided yet.
  The senior prisoner replied:
  "You are quick and swift, and at the same time, wise beyond your years. I will name you Cobra."
  The young warrior boy was surprised. To humans, however, a cobra sounds somewhat ominous. But still, the boy-terminator asked:
  - And who are you?
  He answered with dignity:
  "The last pirate emperor." "Fashpirovsky, they also call me 'God's Scourge.' And this is my son, Aramis." The leader of the pirate leaders commanded rather than asked. "Can you free us from our shackles?"
  The pirate girl, who ran up after the boy, answered, baring her teeth, which sparkled like large and very luxurious pearls and gave off reflections:
  - This sweet boy can do anything!
  The warrior Edward answered laconically:
  - Of course, and quickly!
  The chains were still brand new, heavily oiled and forged with great skill, coated in a layer of silver, each link thicker than a large man's thumb, or roughly the size of Edward's hand. This unpleasant discovery showed that speaking hastily would be, at the very least, reckless. The brave warrior remarked:
  - Wow, it looks like they're afraid of you.
  The prisoner king agreed with this:
  - These jailers are very cunning, they shackled us so that it was difficult to move, and they constantly watched the cell, checking the chains, apparently afraid that we could saw through them with a hair.
  "Is that even possible?" the barefoot, swimsuit-clad warrior asked, a little confused.
  - If you try, then yes. - And to make his point, he shook the chain. - Nothing is impossible.
  When Fashpirovsky stood up, the seasoned soldier Eduard was slightly surprised. He wasn't very tall, about average height, though very stocky despite hunger and deprivation. The young prisoner, on the other hand, was tall and slender.
  The pirate girl blew him a kiss and exclaimed:
  - That's it, cavalier!
  "Let's see what's in the other rooms," suggested the fighter Eduard, impatiently twirling his sword, powerful in quality rather than bulk.
  "The prison treasury and the rest of the prisoners should be there," Fashpirovsky said loudly.
  The pirate girl sang with enthusiasm:
  - Ah, treasury, my treasury - executions and intrigues!
  It's not easy, it's not easy to stand next to!
  Contrary to expectations, the loot was indeed rich. Barrels of gold, numerous chests of stones. Catching the surprised look of someone who hadn't expected to see such things in the prison, the "Scourge of God" readily explained:
  - Here is the property taken from a great many people, illegally confiscated property.
  The boy warrior Edward shook his head and exhaled:
  - It looks like they weren't planning on taking all the riches with them.
  Fashpirovsky nodded fiercely:
  "The governor here is a cunning fox. He's trying to swallow more than his gullet can handle." The leader of the filibusters glanced around anxiously, scanning the cells. "Has he been killed yet?"
  The pirate girl kicked her bare, muscular legs in response, chirping:
  - I don"t know, gentlemen!
  The warrior Edward, to his own displeasure, shook his light-haired head:
  - The last time I saw him he was alive, only slightly bruised.
  Fashpirovsky even chuckled:
  "That's right, we need to fix this immediately. But all the shiny chests aren't important; there should be a hatch here that leads to the provincial palace dungeon. Now, I'll interrogate the jailer." A stern order from a born ruler. "And you, cobra, lift him up."
  Even Eduard, strong and hardened by training from his time working in the quarries, struggled to lift the carcass. Fashpirovsky slapped the fat boar across his flabby cheeks, bringing him to his senses, then added another slap. When he opened his eyes, they reflected animal terror.
  - Just leave me your life, I will do everything.
  The pirate leader growled:
  - Where is my bride Extragazelle?
  The jailer muttered desperately:
  - She was transferred to the capital six months ago; no one would keep a girl of such noble birth among pirates and bandits.
  The pirate girl noted aggressively:
  - This is logic!
  And she stamped her bare foot.
  "Then I don't need you anymore." Fashpirovsky squeezed his throat with his pincer-like hands. "You should have been tortured, but I didn't want to get dirty. And what should I do with the other one? He's also an executioner and a bastard, after all."
  "If you want, I'll kill him myself!" the young warrior Edward offered eagerly, still thirsting for heroic deeds.
  "That's too easy and simple, let them hang him upside down," the cruel "Scourge of God" ordered, casting a skeptical eye over the boyish figure. "You're strong beyond your years, you can drag him out."
  "Of course, it weighs about a hundred and forty kilograms, no more," Eduard Osetrov said, smiling as he hoisted the "multi-ton" carcass onto his shoulders.
  However, this turned out to be an unpleasant experience; the jailer smelled like a stuffy goat. He was also uncomfortable to wear, and the young warrior began to sweat a little.
  The pirate girl noted:
  - He stinks like a nasty pig!
  And she grimaced like a mime.
  So, finding himself in the prison yard, the young warrior felt a sense of relief. A large number of prisoners had gathered there, not just adult men, but also many women and children, most of them in terrible condition from torture and starvation.
  The pirate girl shouted:
  - What bastards they are! They must have been drunk!
  The young warrior shouted at them in righteous anger.
  - What should we do with this torturer? Hang him?
  The freed prisoners began to make noise-the sea foamed and threatened to break over them like a ninth wave. For many years, people had been harboring emotions in these damp and cold dungeons.
  "No, impale him! Cross him! The gallows are not enough for this unclean degenerate!" the men shouted at the top of their lungs. Some, however, were either pirates or highwaymen. But others were prisoners, still beautiful.
  And they stamped their bare, chiseled feet, their ankles showing fresh abrasions from the shackles, which gave the prisoners a very touching appearance.
  And the children were completely bony and exhausted, but they had not lost their cuteness, despite the fact that every bone was visible.
  "In this case, judge and punish us yourselves! For our only judge is the people!" Having made a Solomonic decision, the mischievous warrior Edward bowed. The pirate emperor followed him. Although his authority was far from universally recognized, and the title itself was largely informal, the former prisoners greeted him with thunderous shouts. And when he raised his hand, everyone fell silent. Fashpirovsky, his bass voice still resonant after years of imprisonment, addressed them:
  - Who do you want to see as your commander?
  The pirate girl pretended to shrug her narrow shoulders.
  "You, lead us, father! Be our king, 'Scourge of God'!" They shouted, stamping their feet and beating their palms. The half-naked women screamed as if possessed.
  Fashpirovsky raised his hands and roared:
  - So be it, now our hearts will become one!
  Several more pirate girls approached, dressed in rags and covered in blood stains, and they raised their swords in anger.
  And the beautiful warriors angrily stamped their bare, strong feet through the pools of blood.
  And they roared at the top of their lungs:
  We are glorious pirates,
  Sharks and whales...
  Great soldiers,
  Crushers of darkness!
  And a very loud laugh rang out.
  The fighting in the city was almost over, the last remnants of the violent, bloody storm were burning. The pirate girls slapped their bare soles on the sharp stones, bouncing and singing, clearly enjoying themselves.
  Being a pirate is very good,
  The girl robs everyone indiscriminately...
  There is little gold, apparently - give me more,
  It's so cool to be a glamorous thief!
  And again, for the umpteenth time, their bare heels felt like splashing into streams of brown, scarlet, and sometimes blue blood.
  Edik, puffing out his cheeks, sang along with the slave boys:
  Storms, tempests, and wind are no obstacle for us,
  I loved fighting at sea since childhood...
  And if you have to fight for your dream -
  I would chop up the monsters of hell!
  Although Fashpirovsky was not ashamed of his rags, he still decided to change clothes; an emperor, even an uncrowned one, cannot be a ragamuffin.
  Eduard, on the other hand, was glad to be back in just shorts, as it was much more comfortable and practical. Especially when you have such a defined torso and muscles that feel like wire.
  The boy-terminator even started singing:
  Oh, we are tough nuts,
  We will bring the crown...
  I go to bed like a pawn,
  I wake up as a queen!
  And the boy warrior grabbed one of the giant pirates by the nose with his bare fingers. And he screamed hysterically.
  And Edik again sang:
  Let me go to the Himalayas,
  To be in the pristine silence...
  Or else I will howl, or else I will bark,
  Or else I'll eat someone!
  And the boy fighter throws a pebble with his bare foot, and it flies past and hits a crow.
  And it crashes down, beak first, on the head of one of the spies from a Jesuit-type order trying to blend into the crowd. And it pierces his shaved head.
  The young warrior sang:
  - And you can"t hide from Edik, you can"t escape,
  Barefoot girls, tell me what you dream about!
  The other pirates indulged in plunder, and the plunder was brought to the port, actively divided, and weighed. The Monitor, dressed in finery, arrived there as well. The pirate leader, naturally, was angry and assertive.
  "Now we must begin a serious and fair division," the leader of the sea robbers began to shout. "And that means all the riches must be divided equally between us."
  The senior skipper from Ravarnava's team objected:
  - We're already dividing them equally. Half goes to one of our ships, the other half to yours.
  The beautiful pirate girls began to chatter approvingly and stamp their bare, very graceful, albeit dirty and bloody, feet, squeaking:
  - The laws of the zone are as reliable as hell! They will crush the iron barriers of chains!
  The monitor, blazing with furious anger, spun up like a top launched with a powerful throw:
  "No, I don't agree. Ships are empty constructs; what matters is the people. Both my people and the otherworlders want everything to be fair and proper. Didn't my brothers risk their lives, and many of them fell in an unequal battle?" The leader of the band of sea robbers slashed his saber at the floor in anger. "Based on the laws of honor, I demand four-fifths of the spoils for ourselves."
  And again the girls, half naked, sweaty and dusty, squeal something approvingly.
  The skipper tried to calm the overly active chieftain:
  - But we signed a document, which also bears your signature, that everything will be divided equally between the ships.
  "I don't remember what I signed, and now it's just a scrap of paper. Right now, it won't be the dirty paper that decides, but the sharp blades." The monitor flared sharply and flashed an elite saber above its head. "Well, how are we going to live by the rules?"
  The pirates began to roar in agreement, and whistles began to sound. It became clear that bloodshed was brewing.
  The pirate girls stomped their bare feet and vigorously swung their luxurious hips, while their sculpted chocolate abs played with beautiful bars.
  The senior skipper tried to reason with them.
  - Let's wait until Ravarnava and the best fighter of all the oceans, Eduard Osetrov, arrive, then we'll discuss all our problems.
  The corsairs' roar was extremely ambiguous. Even the corsair girls squealed like pigs being jabbed with a ramrod. And their legs, distinguished by their exceptional agility and graceful lines, danced a hopak. The monitor felt as if they were all on his side, and this excited the pirate captain more and more.
  - You have problems, I have almost five times more people, and if it comes to a fight, then you will all be killed like mice.
  The seasoned skipper was not afraid of the impudent fellow:
  - Other fighters can be worth ten, besides, we have more guns.
  The pirate girls on both sides began to jump up and down and spin like tops with increasing zeal.
  The monitor kept turning on and on, and it seemed like steam was coming out from under its purple wig:
  "That's an advantage at sea, but on land we'll prevail." He stamped his boots in confirmation. "So, if you want to stay alive, agree to our terms, otherwise we'll take everything later and hang those who survive."
  The skipper added, not quite out of place:
  - But that's dishonorable! (It's not the best idea to appeal to concepts like honor among filibusters!)
  The monitor pulled out a pistol decorated with topazes and rubies:
  "What honor can a pirate have?" And he shot the skipper in the leg, seriously wounding him. He fell as if struck down, clutching the wounded bone. And the enraged leader roared! "This is what will happen to every donkey who dares stand in my way!"
  Perhaps a massacre would have broken out if not for the screams.
  - Ravarnava and the cobra, Edward the invincible, are coming.
  The pirate girls suddenly burst into tears. They began stomping their bare, tanned feet even more vigorously and swinging their swords above their fair heads.
  And they screamed:
  - Glory to the pirates!
  The boy didn't even walk, so much as fly, as if on wings. His movements were so swift. Indeed, his bare young feet sparkled, their soles glistening with multicolored blood.
  The monitor stopped and began to spin its eyes furiously:
  - Okay, I'll give these stupid foals one last chance.
  As Ravarnava approached, the experienced leader of the filibusters immediately noticed that one of his assistants was wounded, and the pirates had formed a threatening cohort.
  And the corsair girls, all dirty, half-naked, and bloodied, started chirping:
  What a move -
  Total robbery...
  You are super Bond -
  A real hero...
  And it"s not just easy for me at all -
  Love agent zero, zero seven!
  "What's the matter, brothers?" Ravarnava asked coldly. The boy warrior, Edward, leaped over his head, performing a backflip. His wondrous sword, in mid-flight, cut a potato-sized, checkered wasp into four pieces. Emerald droplets of the insect's blood sprayed out.
  "Well, that's it!" the Monitor began in a shouting tone, eyeing the overly eager boy warily. "Our people have decided that the old arrangement is unfair, and that we need to revise the criteria for dividing the spoils. That is, by heads, not ships. Each snout gets its legal share." The corsair leader deliberately sneered at his well-groomed face. "Well, do you agree to that?"
  "And if not?" Ravarnava asked, looking ironically at the subject of the robbery.
  The pirate girls buzzed like a swarm of wasps.
  "Then there will be a fight, and the outcome of the battle will be decided by numbers and valor, especially, you escaped convicts, numbers," the haughty Monitor emphasized, grinning fiercely.
  "The Emperor of the Corsairs, the great Fashpirovsky, will soon arrive here, and he will judge us," Edward said, tossing the sword in his sinewy, albeit childish, hands, woven from steel wire.
  A murmur of approval ran through the ranks of the corsairs.
  "I don't recognize any emperors. Let's settle this immediately-tell me, varnaks: agree to my terms, or blood will be shed." The monitor pointed his pistol at Ravarnava's stomach. Such a weapon was still a rare find in this medieval period, and the pirate was immensely proud of his acquisition, crafted by a skilled craftsman.
  "The hell with him." Eduard Osetrov, trained in combat techniques, picked up a stone with his bare, muscular foot and, with a deft throw, sent it straight into his gun-wielding hand. A shot rang out, the pistol fell, and two seconds later the young warrior pounced on the pirate. He kneed him in the solar plexus, then playfully twisted his thick arm and pressed the blade to his throat.
  The pirate girls hummed approvingly, their bare-soled feet moving as if ready to break into a dance.
  "Move, and your chieftain is finished," the eternally youthful warrior shouted. The pirates gasped and froze. A few of them, the most spirited, brandished their sabers, but didn't dare join the fight. And the bare-legged girls screamed:
  - Puck! Puck! Puck!
  "That's it, and now, grabber, order your hawks to lay down their arms!" Edward ordered in a stern tone, stamping his bare heel so hard that the cobblestone beneath him cracked.
  Seeing that the Monitor was in a semi-conscious state, the young warrior tugged at his ear, pressed his finger on his temple and forced him to come to his senses.
  "Let me go, please!" the suddenly dejected bandit leader stammered.
  The pirate girls started shouting in response:
  - Don't let go! Rip out his tonsils!
  The boy twisted his arm more forcefully:
  "You, greedy bastard, do you agree with the previous division of the spoils?" And his hand crunched as if it were made of cardboard.
  "That's up to the Emperor," Monitor stammered, clutching at straws.
  Again the hum and stomping of strong girls' bare feet.
  The warrior boy spun it even harder, so hard it even crunched:
  - What if you die?
  The leader, who seemed like a dandy, suddenly showed firmness. In an unctuous tone, he said:
  "We are all mortal. Every pirate will end his life someday, but better by a hero's bullet than in disgrace on the yardarm."
  A mixture of approval and admiration could be heard among the girls. It all looked absolutely stunning.
  Eduard Osetrov wanted to add something else, but a noise was heard and numerous people with weapons appeared.
  "I think he's right, let the Emperor decide," Ravarnava confirmed, reluctantly.
  The filibuster girls howled, swiveling their large, luxurious hips:
  - Yes, yes, no, yes!
  The boy Eduard sang with irony:
  You don't have to be an orator,
  To explain at length...
  I will become an emperor -
  It won't take long for them to become one!
  
  But to be honest,
  Throne and epaulettes -
  I need them to get hold of them,
  Muskets, muskets!
  At least two hundred people, mostly tortured and dressed in clothes torn from soldiers or wealthy citizens, came out onto the square. At the forefront walked a man of striking appearance, with a closely cropped beard and a nobleman's garb. Ravarnava recognized him immediately and bowed slightly, displeased.
  - Glory to the great Fashpirovsky, long live the emperor of corsairs and the "Scourge of God".
  Numerous girls applauded, clapping their hands like propeller blades.
  Loud voices were heard:
  - Bravo! Encore!
  The mischievous warrior Eduard wasn't too thrilled either. He was already skilled and mature enough to form his own crew, or even become commander of an entire squadron. And now he had yet another rival for power and influence among the children of the sea. This rival, incidentally, he had freed himself. If he had to share power, it would be better with a beautiful girl.
  Fashpirovsky nodded and raised his hand. The corsair warrior asked:
  - Have you forgotten yet how Ravarnava, or as you were called, Vepr, sailed under my flag?
  The huge bandit chieftain quickly replied:
  "No, such things are not forgotten, O incomparable one." At this point, Ravarnabas felt ashamed of his compliment.
  Edik winced and caught the bumblebee with his bare toes. He wanted to crush it, but then he thought that insects were living creatures too, and shouldn't be killed without reason.
  And the warrior, the eternal child, threw the stinging creature higher.
  Fashpirovsky burst out laughing:
  - Okay, but here, I see, you have had a serious argument, and my little friend has taken the famous prankster Monitor hostage.
  Everyone burst into laughter. Some of the otherworlders laughed so hard that a flock of crows and other birds took to the sky. They screeched and circled so frantically that even the insects joined the scurrying crowd. And then the girls started bawling like buffaloes at a slaughterhouse, which was quite delightful and unique.
  Ravarnava, thundering in a low bass voice, answered:
  "That's right, he wants to brazenly violate the previously concluded agreement on a fair division of the spoils and take more for himself than he deserves. In fact, this pathetic excuse for a pirate doesn't keep his word or oaths."
  Eduard wanted to say something, but decided against it. One of the pirate girls knelt down and kissed the Terminator boy's bare footprint.
  Well, it looked funny, like a sign of love and respect for a warrior who looks so young.
  Fashpirovsky shook his fist and agreed with this interpretation of the concept of honor:
  - Well, breaking one's word is a great sin for a pirate, and it is washed away with blood.
  The girls began to chatter approvingly at this. And you could see their eyes and sweet little faces sparkle.
  Edward whispered:
  - It's because of sin that they make the most money!
  The monitor finally wilted, its mug sagged and it howled:
  "Sorry, Fashpirovsky, the devil got into my head." Then the bandit leader's tone shifted to a justifying one. "I simply thought it wasn't fair that, with a team almost five times larger, I'd be forced to take only half."
  Eduard laughed and wanted to say something. But the pirate girl wanted to kiss the boy's bare heel. It was ticklish, and pleasant for the bare, springy sole. Moreover, the Terminator boy felt like a real prince.
  The pirate emperor said in a didactic tone:
  - But you signed such an agreement?
  The monitor began to twist:
  "Yes, the scourge of the seas, but precisely because I was cruelly threatened." The corsair leader pointed toward Eduard, a seemingly harmless, albeit very muscular boy in shorts. "After all, they had more large-caliber guns than I did."
  Fashpirovsky, looking with respect at his former comrade, said:
  "So, Ravarnava, this enormous ship from Contrabass belongs to you? What a startling name, reminiscent of thunder." The pirate emperor's tone became a little gentler. "You'd have to be brave to capture it."
  Eduard picked up a shard of glass and threw it with his bare toes. It flew past, and the tip struck a fat gadfly, cutting it in half and causing it to spurt green blood.
  Ravarnava, puffing himself up and sticking out his chest proudly, said:
  - That's true, he's invincible, but a big role in this was played by the boy warrior Eduard Osetrov, who was capable of swaddling even such a reckless brute as "Baron" Monitor.
  The pirates roared with approval. Some even shook their swords and heavy muskets. Their genuine enthusiasm was evident.
  And the warrior girls took it and joyfully sang:
  The great and mighty one hundred and first Edward,
  More precisely, a boy nicknamed Edya...
  Take it and drag it into the mighty zoo,
  Baron, the fat bear!
  Fashpirovsky, overcoming the noise, said:
  "Yes, of course, this brave boy is gold. I'll give him command of a separate and powerful ship when I acquire a flotilla. For now, my decision is as follows. A third of your treasure will be handed over to me and my men, and the rest will be divided equally between the ships, as you agreed beforehand, fifty-fifty." The Pirate Emperor nodded toward the frowning Monitor. "And don't be upset, but keep your heads up. Soon, under my command, we will seize such unprecedented riches that even the devils will be envious. More than two hundred men have come with me, and they all know how to fight." And then, with a roar, he spoke affirmatively. "Do you agree to my terms?!"
  The corsair girls began to chatter approvingly and bounce like rubber balls.
  Eduard stamped his bare foot angrily and muttered:
  - The godfather made an offer that was impossible to refuse!
  "Yes, of course!" Ravarnava shouted in a thunderous voice.
  "Agreed!" the Monitor said with obvious reluctance.
  The boy terminator said:
  - Happiness is not in money, but in the opportunity to increase it!
  The Emperor said in a tone that did not allow for compromise:
  - So let's conclude the new agreement with a handshake!
  The monitor was clearly hesitating. Then the boy-terminator jumped up to it and lifted the brute with his arms outstretched. Feeling the trance energy within him, he began to spin the carcass around quite rapidly.
  Fashpirovsky exclaimed, shaking his fist:
  - Stop it, young knight!
  Eduard reluctantly released Monitor, who turned pale and staggered toward Ravarnava and Fashpirovsky. They shook hands firmly, the three looked into each other's eyes, and exchanged winks. Then they embraced, and the three seasoned pirates clasped hands.
  The corsair girls murmured approvingly. One of them squealed:
  - What an entourage!
  The boy-terminator sang:
  We all look to Napoleons,
  There are millions of two-legged creatures...
  Be able to harness people to a yoke,
  And you will be a very cool knight!
  "We solemnly swear," Fashpirovsky crossed himself automatically. "That we will always be friends and never betray each other."
  "I swear!" Ravarnava said, raising his right hand.
  "By all the saints in the name of God, that we will be true to our word," added the Monitor.
  - Amen! - finished the emperor.
  Uncertainly moving his bare, muscular legs, which seemed woven from steel wire, Eduard looked distrustfully at the triumvirate. The boy felt lost. Here they were together, and who was he now? An ordinary, barefoot cabin boy, essentially.
  True, the girls, especially those from among the freed slaves, look at him with admiration, as if he were some kind of deity.
  Fashpirovsky, as if it were self-evident, said:
  "And now, you remain captains of your ships under my overall command. Let's embark and set sail!"
  "We agree!" Ravarnava and Monitor confirmed.
  The girls, with great approval and enormous enthusiasm, started to shout. They began to dance and sing:
  The pirate does not know the word coward,
  Not knowing if you're wrong...
  We corsairs have the best taste in the world,
  We have no taste for anything but glory!
  The division of the loot and its loading took quite a while. The pirate girls and freed slaves danced in the firelight, their bodies glistening with sweat, oil, and incense, bouncing wildly.
  And so, the pirates have a lot of loot.
  They had to take three ships loaded with valuable raw materials with them, hoping to sell them at a higher price if necessary. Thus, they traveled with five ships, two warships and three cargo ships. Along the way, they were joined by another hundred and fifty highwaymen, bringing the total number of coastal brethren to over six hundred and fifty. However, the sea robbers now had enough money for everyone, but the cunning emperor knew that most of them would squander it all, only to rush off again in the next campaign, like a school of hungry piranhas, into mortal combat in their shirtsleeves. Well, that's fair; it's easier for a hungry man to die than for a well-fed gentleman. Wealthy men are too cowardly, and Ravarnabas, a simple, loyal, honest fellow and Monitor, is a treacherous man, and it's better to kill him, lest he accidentally stab you in the back; he sees right through you.
  Here the slave girls and pirates are dancing, and in every gesture of their muscular and chiseled bodies one can hear the cry:
  Don't trust anyone,
  Check constantly...
  A pirate has no friends-
  Every man is a villain!
  
  If they betray you,
  The penalty of fate will grow...
  The scoundrel will strike,
  If you are a stupid and untalented person!
  Well, okay, that's what girls are for: to entertain and bring joy to the stronger sex. There are two sexes in this world: the strong and the beautiful. But there are civilizations with many more sexes, and some of them sometimes appear.
  It was a mystery to him-this was Eduard Osetrov. Something told him the boy was from that terrifying universe they called the underworld. He needed to talk to him. Inviting the young warrior into the cabin, Fashpirovsky ordered him to fill his pipe and brew some fasroch, which is like coffee, but much tastier and with a longer-lasting invigorating effect.
  The boy was, as always, barefoot, with his naked torso, very sculpted with tiles and clumps of wire, in only shorts, so that under his thin tanned skin, the muscles of his arms, legs, and neck rolled like drops of mercury.
  But Edward also donned some jewelry: gold and stone-studded bracelets on his wrists and ankles. This made him resemble an African prince, except that his hair was white, but lightly dusted with gold, like powder.
  Yes, he is very handsome, but the stronger sex has not stopped admiring boys.
  When they were alone, the emperor, as if by chance, asked:
  - Where were you born, white-haired warrior Edward?
  The young warrior automatically responded:
  - In one of the ancient harp colonies.
  Fashpirovsky shook his head and let an ironic sparkle escape from his mustache:
  "Don't lie to me, I see right through people. I've lived a long time in this world. You probably came from the universe we call the underworld."
  Cunning and seasoned, with a considerable amount of life experience, Osetrov pretended to be a naive child:
  - Can people really live in hell, let alone return from there?
  The Emperor lit his pipe, the smoke had a sweet smell, reminiscent of incense, and swirled in pink curls:
  - That's the point, they can live, albeit a bit crazy. And you'll tell me how you people live there.
  Edward shook his head, caught a sea louse with his bare toes, rubbed its dust, and answered in a minor tone:
  - Sometimes being too frank can cost me my life.
  Fashpirovsky said ingratiatingly, even tapping his fist on his broad chest:
  "Don't be afraid, boy, I won't tell anyone about this. If you want me to trust you, I'll tell you my own story."
  The boy warrior Edward gave his tanned and rosy face the cutest expression possible:
  - I would be very grateful.
  The pirate emperor began to tell his story. He even took a certain pleasure in it:
  "So, my bride, Extragazelle. No ordinary girl, and not even the daughter of a nobleman, as you might have thought, looking at her portrait." The pirate emperor pointed to a bright oil painting of a stunning lady in a princess gown. So beautiful that even the gold frame with its tiny diamonds paled against the radiant backdrop.
  The boy warrior was incredibly surprised:
  - Wow! Is it really her?
  And the bare, tanned legs of the slave girls no longer seemed so attractive to him that he should glue his gaze to them.
  Fashpirovsky nodded and said with ardent conviction:
  - Yes, this is her portrait, and the artists rather belittle her beauty than exaggerate it.
  "She's amazing. I'd marry her right away," said Eduard Osetrov, a little naively, yearning for a woman's affection. He wasn't a boy by the calendar years, but a boy in body. The eternal tomboy felt a powerful urge to fall in love. He'd, of course, had eyed beautiful girls before, but this one struck him straight in the heart.
  The pirate emperor lowered his voice and said:
  - Well, I won"t lie to you, she is the direct heir to the throne of the Double Bass Empire.
  The rascally warrior even whistled and kicked his bare heel across the oak cabin floor, as if it were a fairy tale:
  - Princess?
  Fashpirovsky confirmed:
  "Yes, a true princess, and if I wed her legally, I will become emperor of the most extensive and wealthy empire in this hemisphere. Being a monarch is much better than remaining a pirate, who sooner or later faces the stake or the gallows." The leader of the sea robbers showed a scar. "The Scourge of God was already on the brink of death, and the fact that he is still alive is, I believe, not without her prayers."
  Practical Eduard was also very interested in this:
  - Do you need a throne?
  Fashpirovsky said with fervor:
  "Yes, it is necessary, although this requires, at a minimum, capturing the capital of Contrabass - Australia. But I will achieve this. You will help me."
  The warrior Edward was very confused by such a proposal.
  I looked out the cabin window. Numerous girls were there, in varying degrees of undress, without unnecessary, silly shoes, and they were singing something in a not entirely understandable language.
  But the warrior boy Osetrov heard:
  Kings can do anything,
  Kings can do anything...
  And the fate of the whole Earth,
  They sometimes do!
  But whatever you say,
  But whatever you say...
  Marry for love,
  Marry for love...
  No one can,
  Not a single king!
  No one can,
  Not a single king!
  He himself did not know what to say:
  - I don"t know, I"m fascinated by the process of battles itself; overthrowing the king is a tempting prospect.
  Fashpirovsky bristled like an elephant and roared:
  - I'll make you a superduke!
  Never maturing in body or soul, the boy-terminator remarked ironically, and there was a fair amount of truth in this joke:
  "In this seemingly favorable case, I will die of boredom. It was not for nothing that Cicero said: 'Great power is nothing more than honorable slavery!'"
  The pirate emperor laughed and remarked:
  - And you, I think, are much older than you look! Your words are not those of a boy, but of a man!
  
  Putin, a Hitman
  ANNOTATION
  It so happened that after his death in August 2023, Russian President Vladimir Putin was transported into Hitler's body. And what's more, the Great Patriotic War is in full swing on November 1, 1941. And there's no way to fix it. What if Stalin and Churchill refuse to hear of peace? Then Vladimir Putin decides to punish them all thoroughly!
  . PROLOGUE.
  A protracted war with Ukraine wasn't particularly interesting to the Russian president. After all, what is Ukraine to Russia? They thought they'd pelt it with hats and take Kyiv in three days. But that didn't work out. The war is already in its second year. And the Russian presidential election is literally just around the corner. And Vladimir Putin's health has been affected. Apparently, the curses of millions of people practically all over the world have had an impact. Human blood is thicker than water. And how much blood has Vladimir Putin already shed? Perhaps only Stalin was more bloodthirsty in Russian history. The Ukrainians are waging a successful offensive, recapturing most of the annexed territories from the Russian army and various private forces. Then, in May 2023, the Taliban attacked Tajikistan and the Russian base there. They opened a second front, adding to the Russian president's headaches. As it turned out, the Tajiks showed low morale, and some of their army fled and some were captured. And Russia was forced to fight them, too. Thus, the Taliban surrounded the Russian military base, killing a large number of soldiers and taking some of them prisoner.
  And they had to respond. And declare mobilization again to plug the gaps in the south as well.
  By the time Vladimir Putin died on August 5, 2023, he was already hated by many Russians, not to mention Western countries. The Russian president died in agony and without honor. Those close to him didn't even show much grief. But they still decided to give him a lavish funeral. And to pay him honors.
  Although, of course, many said that if Putin had died before the attack on Ukraine, he would have gone down in history as one of the best Russian rulers.
  And so perhaps this is just the case when a person regrets that God did not send him death earlier.
  In any case, Vladimir Putin died in August 2023, and his fate was to be decided by the court.
  And the heavenly judgment! But the capricious Goddess-Demiurge Emmanuel stole Vladimir Putin's soul from Hell and took it into her own universe.
  There she took the Russian dictator and implanted him in the body of Adolf Hitler, the greatest criminal of all time.
  And at the moment when German troops are standing outside Moscow. Yes, that's the punishment she came up with for President Cain. And maybe even a reward, since you're transmigrating into the body of someone almost twenty years younger than you at the time, and at the very height of success and fame.
  And now Vladimir Putin has a new body, new powers, in a world that's as close as two peas to twentieth-century Earth. And the most interesting thing is what will happen. Will the time-traveling president rule the world, or will he commit shameful suicide? Or perhaps both, or something in between?
  CHAPTER No 1.
  Vladimir Putin remembered his brief stay in Hell vaguely. He hadn't been tried yet. His soul was in some very large, bright hall. And you were completely weightless, hanging in the air, as often happens in dreams, especially in childhood.
  No torture, no hellfire. But it was a very short period of existence as a pure spirit, without a body. And you simply flutter as if in a dream, and feel good and light, and don't really remember what's around you very well.
  And then after the trial, you will be sent to either Heaven, or Hell, or Purgatory for most people.
  And now Vladimir Putin feels like he's in a new body. Not a young body, but not old either.
  And the former president of Russia already knows that he is now Hitler in the flesh.
  Thanks to a vegetarian diet and a lack of bad habits, the fifty-year-old Führer is in fairly decent shape. His psyche hasn't yet been overwhelmed by a string of humiliating defeats. So you feel quite well, or rather better than you would have in the shoes of the Russian president, who just shy of reaching seventy-one.
  However, the number of Russian rulers who lived to such a length of time can be counted on the fingers of one hand.
  In any case, Hitler seems to be physically healthier, more energetic and younger, so there is no point in complaining about fate.
  Everything would be fine, but the calendar turned to November 1, 1941. This meant it was no longer possible to stop the Führer at the point of no return and avoid attacking the USSR. And it seemed they would have to act, but how...
  The entourage and the generals wanted, of course, for the banquet to continue, and for the Führer to give them his wise instructions.
  But what do you do when you're already in deep shit, both in your past life and in this one?
  Vladimir-Adolf announced he needed some time alone to think and rest. He also asked for coffee, orange coffee, and an operational map of both the European part of the USSR and Africa.
  Overall, the Germans were doing quite well. During their October offensive, they managed to completely destroy six Soviet armies, and several partially. More than 630,000 enemy soldiers and officers were captured.
  And on the Leningrad front, Wehrmacht troops are advancing toward Tikhvin. And in the south, they've already captured Kharkov and part of the Donbas. In Crimea, they've approached Sevastopol and are storming Kerch. Well, that's not the peak of their success yet. The Germans still have to take Tikhvin, Kerch, several cities in the Donbas, and Rostov-on-Don, reaching their maximum by the end of November. And then they'll have to get within a few kilometers of Moscow.
  And then a miracle would happen. Unprecedented frosts would strike, causing even German coal-based gasoline to freeze, causing equipment to break down, and even German soldiers to freeze alive.
  In his new body, Vladimir Putin began to sense Hitler's memory within himself. On the one hand, this is actually a good thing. You won't be caught for your strange behavior and ignorance. Indeed, who knows what German generals and ministers look like? Speer was considered the most talented of them, apparently.
  But Hitler's memory told him that Speer had not yet been appointed Reich Minister of Armaments and Munitions. And perhaps this was one of the main reasons for Nazi Germany's defeat. Had such an energetic minister been appointed earlier, the course of the wars would have been different.
  However, Hitler had already managed to screw up in more than just this area. For example, he stopped German tanks at Dücker, resulting in 400,000 British and 100,000 French troops escaping to Britain. And if Hitler had captured these troops, perhaps even Churchill would have been forced to make peace. Overall, of course, the decision to fight a Germany that had taken control of virtually all of continental Europe was idiotic.
  But it was Churchill who saved Russia or the USSR.
  Without a second front, Stalin's chances against the Third Reich and its satellites would have been almost zero.
  So... Putin cursed. He didn't like Churchill. Perhaps he even harbored a hidden envy of this leader. After all, Churchill remained in history as a legend and a gentleman.
  And the Russian president is called "Vovka-Cain"! He truly is now held in low regard in Russian and world history. But he snapped - he couldn't resist the temptation and started a major war. His biggest mistake, and above all a moral one, was the march on Kyiv. At one point, when the war with Georgia was raging, the dictator wanted to advance on Tbilisi. But the formal president of Russia and Supreme Commander-in-Chief, Dmitry Medvedev, categorically opposed it. And so the fighting had to cease. The five-day war, one of the shortest in world history, and perhaps the quickest in Russian history, ended. One hundred and six soldiers were lost, and the Georgians lost slightly more. There was a sense of disappointment at the time that they hadn't seized the opportunity to occupy Georgia. But Dmitry Medvedev quite logically explained that even if they managed to quickly occupy the territory of the Caucasian republic, the Russian army would face guerrilla warfare. Moreover, the example of Iraq was already before their eyes, which the Americans occupied in three weeks, but encountered such guerrilla warfare that they were forced to leave there, having lost five thousand killed alone.
  And the same goes for Afghanistan... Besides, Georgia is a mountainous country, and guerrilla warfare is truly possible there. Plus, the Chechen resistance wasn't over yet. Doku Umarov was still alive, and guerrilla warfare was raging not only in Chechnya but throughout virtually the entire North Caucasus. And if Georgia were occupied, the entire West would come to the aid of the Caucasians. And the Islamists would also receive aid and rise to prominence.
  So Dmitry Medvedev showed common sense at that moment. And perhaps it was one of his few wise decisions.
  But the war with Ukraine also seemed comparatively easy. The troops of our Slavic brother performed very poorly in the battles of 2014 and the winter of 2015, and naturally, the impression was created that the enemy was a mediocre fighter.
  Well, on the other hand, the Russian army has exaggerated perceptions, especially after Syria. They say we're the most technologically advanced in the world. And we'll beat everyone else.
  I imagine many would have thought the same in Putin's shoes. And the Americans were probably telling the truth when they said the Russian army could take Kyiv in three days. They, too, apparently thought Russia was too strong and Ukraine too weak. But... Already in the very first days, elite Russian units suffered heavy losses, and it became clear that the blitzkrieg had failed.
  The war then proceeded in a way he didn't want. Perhaps peace should have been concluded, especially in the first month of the war, when the greatest successes were achieved. But, of course, he wanted more. Then the losses mounted. And then, in late August and autumn, the Ukrainians achieved tangible successes on the battlefield. They drove Russian troops out of the Kharkiv region and part of the Luhansk region and recaptured Kherson and the territory beyond the Dnieper. By then, the Ukrainians wanted no other peace than a return to the 1991 borders.
  We had to declare mobilization and transfer additional troops. And try again in the winter, to attack...
  Vladimir Putin is a stubborn individual. Although history teaches that stubbornness can be extremely dangerous. For example, Hitler could have at least partially preserved his regime, and perhaps even his own life, if he had made peace sooner. Hirohito, however, managed to preserve his life and even his imperial title, albeit at the cost of losing real power. But the frenzied Fuhrer lost everything. Ivan the Terrible is worth remembering! He was offered peace and part of Livonia, including Narva and Dorpat. But Ivan the Terrible wanted Livonia entirely. So he continued the war with Sweden and the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. And then he had to repel the raids of the Crimean Khan. In short, he lost everything he had won and was forced to give up some of his own. And the war lasted a full twenty-five years. Such an adventure happened.
  But why does Putin always dwell on the past? We need to decide what to do in the present? Should we continue the war with the USSR, considering the Third Reich's previous mistakes? Or should we try to make peace with Stalin? After all, continuing to kill our ancestors isn't exactly pleasant. But uniting with the communists against hated Britain and America-that would be awesome!
  Indeed, Putin, after fighting for a year and a half, still hasn't been able to defeat Ukraine. He's even suffered defeats there, and now the Taliban have opened a second front in the south. And here's such an opportunity! He can achieve a great deal. And maybe even become the ruler of the world!
  Vladimir Vladimirovich laughed, grinning into his short moustache. Whatever one might say about Hitler, he conquered almost all of Europe in two months. Poland, comparable in population and territory to Ukraine at the time, was crushed in two weeks. And in a month and a half, the armies of France, Britain, Belgium, and Holland were defeated. More than four million people were taken prisoner alone. What an achievement.
  And the USSR suffered colossal losses and was almost defeated. But that's right, almost. Then, in December, there will be a turning point. And we need to make peace with Stalin quickly. But the question is, how can we justify it to our own entourage? After all, victory over Russia seems so close, and suddenly peace?
  How can one explain such a thing to one's own people? Besides, it's still unclear whether Stalin will accept the peace proposal, especially if he's asked to make territorial concessions. Peace without annexations or indemnities sounds fine, but after Germany conquered so much, and even gave up some land to its allies, a simple concession would seem treasonous.
  This, of course, poses serious problems. It would have been far easier to reach Hitler a little earlier, before the attack on the USSR. Then Operation Barbarossa could have been cancelled, and Operation Sea Lion, capturing Britain, could have been carried out instead, followed by Operation Icarus, which included the capture of Iceland. Few people know that the Führer had plans for this as well. On the one hand, Iceland was ostensibly of no use to the Third Reich, but on the other, the main goal was to protect itself from attacks from the United States. In this case, however, Hitler risked becoming bogged down in a war with America for a long time.
  Incidentally, another question arises: wasn't Stalin planning to strike the Third Reich in 1941? Or even in 1942, having been better prepared?
  There's the famous tetralogy by Suvorov-Rezun, in which he argues and attempts to logically justify Stalin's attack on the Third Reich. Well, Putin, of course, didn't have time to read the entire work in his previous life. But he was shown a summary. Suvorov-Rezun's main arguments and commentary on them.
  For example, the USSR did indeed move troops closer to its western border. And it did have an advantage in tank numbers. True, not eight times as Rezun writes, but roughly four times. The quality of the tanks is also less clear-cut. Approximately two thousand Soviet tanks were stronger than the German ones: the KV-1, KV-2, T-34, T-28, and T-35. The KV-2, with its 152-mm howitzer, was particularly powerful. And it couldn't be penetrated by German tanks from all sides and angles, just like the KV-1.
  But it's not so clear-cut. For example, the KV-2 only fired one shot every two minutes, so try hitting a nimble German tank. The latter could easily damage the road wheels, immobilizing the Soviet vehicle. In practical terms, the T-34 is good. You can't penetrate a German tank's frontal fire, except perhaps the side.
  But there are also problems. The optics and visibility are poor, the gearbox fails and is difficult to shift. The T-28 is already an obsolete tank, although it has two guns, but its armor is inferior to the T-34. And this tank, with its armored shields, isn't very good in terms of maneuverability. The T-35 is a real monster - three guns, seven machine guns, and five turrets. But this tank can't turn. And the armor of its five turrets is poor.
  The BT series of tanks are, on the one hand, seemingly good: they can reach speeds of almost 100 kilometers per hour on the highway. But in a real battle, a column of tanks would be incapable of traveling that fast. Their armor is weak, and even anti-tank rifles can penetrate them. Furthermore, the tank has large fuel tanks, making it susceptible to damage from a heavy machine gun. But this isn't much of a vehicle. The most widely produced tank, the T-26 with a 45mm cannon, was inferior to the German T-3 in both armament and armor, but had comparable performance.
  Overall, the USSR was probably stronger in tanks, but production of the latest vehicles and aircraft was just ramping up, and they had barely begun to reach the troops. The latest aviation hadn't yet been mastered, nor had tanks. Moreover, technical documentation for the newest Soviet tanks wasn't issued to commanders. As a result, the KV and T-34 tanks weren't tested before the war. And the Germans somehow didn't even notice the new T-34s. According to Guderian's memoirs, the T-34 tank wasn't first noticed until October 1941. And where did all those thousand of those tanks go before then?
  Moreover, during the war, the quality of the T-34s produced not only failed to improve, but actually declined. This included the quality of the armor. And Soviet pilots weren't properly trained to operate Soviet equipment. Furthermore, universal military service was only introduced in the fall of 1939.
  Plus, there were also Stalin's repressions, which weakened the army and eliminated experienced and educated personnel.
  Plus, there's a whole new set of ammunition, especially for the newest tanks. Well, there's plenty more comparisons to be made. It's true that the USSR had more tanks and planes than the Third Reich. But the Germans already had more than twice as many cars and motorcycles. And the Wehrmacht had more submachine guns. Plus, they temporarily had superiority in infantry. This is true because Germany carried out a general mobilization earlier. But still attacking the Third Reich, while being inferior in personnel? That's idiotic!
  True, Putin himself did the same with Ukraine. But maybe that's why he made a fool of himself.
  But there are two big differences here. The Ukrainian army, which couldn't defeat some militias in 2014, was never considered a serious fighting force-not even by the Americans. But the Wehrmacht conquered Europe in two months-that's a big difference. A very big difference, in fact.
  The Ukrainian army's prestige was very low before the war, and perhaps that's why the usually cautious Vladimir Putin decided to embark on this adventure. Plus, China secretly gave its approval. But already in the very first days, it became clear that the blitzkrieg wasn't working. And the losses, especially among the elite units, were enormous.
  Indeed, there is some invisible force that destroys all empires. Since the time of King Xerxes, perhaps the first truly vast empire of the ancient world. The Great Empire of Alexander the Great also proved short-lived. Or rather, it collapsed a few years after the king's death.
  Even earlier, Egypt waged wars of conquest, but also lost its territory. Assyria is also worth mentioning. It was also a fairly large power. And then there was Babylon under Nebuchadnezzar, though it didn't last long. The Roman Empire endured for a long time. Even in school history textbooks, almost half of the ancient world is devoted to it.
  But it, too, declined and collapsed. There are many examples. There was the empire of Charlemagne, which fragmented immediately after the death of the conquering king. The Arab Caliphate arose-the largest empire in terms of territory, stretching from France to India-but it, too, collapsed. The Ottoman Empire also crumbled, though more slowly. The empire of Genghis Khan was the largest land power in human history. But Genghis Khan died, and his sons and grandsons began to fragment it. And then, having reached as far as Vienna in Africa, the Mongol-Tatars ran out of steam and collapsed again. Tamerlane tried to restore this empire with fire and sword, but as soon as he died, his Timurate vanished without a trace.
  The largest empire in human history, both in terms of population and territory, was probably the British Empire, with its colonies and dominions. But it, too, quickly collapsed. And then there was the Spanish colonial empire, which crumbled even earlier.
  Tsarist Russia, having reached its peak under Nicholas II, clashed with Japan. And as if to confirm the existence of an anti-imperial force, the Tsarist troops lost that war. And it was as if an evil fate pursued them. There were so many failures and misfortunes in that war, from beginning to end. After that, one can hardly believe in the fate of all powers.
  Then, during the First World War, things weren't going so well, and a military, or rather palace, coup occurred. Afterward, an illegitimate provisional government came to power.
  Well, and then came the Bolsheviks and the civil war. Yes, under Stalin, the empire revived, but at a tremendous cost in bloodshed. And after the leader's death, the Twentieth Congress took place and the collapse of the cult. And the USSR began to lose ground under Khrushchev.
  And then Gorbachev went and finished off the Soviet empire. And it's not like Mikhail Sergeyevich did it deliberately. Everyone was in the throes of perestroika back then. And Vladimir Putin himself, despite being a KGB officer, had become an ardent democrat. He was against the State Emergency Committee and also rejoiced at the collapse of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. He became Sobchak's right-hand man. And he actively supported Yeltsin, including in October 1993. Yes, the USSR collapsed, but most of the people, especially the elite, rejoiced!
  Or, at least, the people didn't object, but the elite was truly pleased. Especially in Central Asia, where everyone remembered very well how the KGB had persecuted local magnates in the cotton case.
  In short, back then, in 1991, the USSR was dead. And maybe only Vladimir Zhirinovsky grumbled a little, just for show. Or maybe he was just playing to the crowd or wanting to stand out.
  Then came Yeltsin's reign. A time of great opportunities for some, and hardships and dire problems for others. Yeltsin himself attempted not even to reassemble the USSR empire, but merely to regain control of Chechnya. And what fierce resistance this provoked, including within the country. Even Gaidar's "Russia's Choice" opposed it. As did the Communists, incidentally. Only Zhirinovsky supported this war. But perhaps that's precisely why he undermined his own approval ratings and deprived himself of the chance to become the new Russian tsar.
  Zhirinovsky was certainly a charismatic leader. But he lacked both courage and willpower. Specifically, he shouldn't have been eating his guts out while a significant portion of the population was starving. He should have been dieting and exercising.
  Okay, so Zhirinovsky died. And the king lost his favorite jester. The one who was so funny and cheerful. He entertained and lifted the spirits. But he was of little real use or benefit. Quite the contrary: Zhirinovsky was too radical a patriot, perhaps even a caricature. And he seemed to mock patriotism. Well, like the Good Soldier Schweik-he was also a caricature of an Austro-Hungarian patriot.
  And it was funny, but rather detrimental. Still, the king feels unwell and bored without a jester. Dmitry Medvedev, however, is clearly not cut out for the role.
  Vladimir Putin, in Hitler's body, sighed heavily. He hadn't yet gotten used to his new body and was living in memories of the past. And that past had been ambiguous, especially in recent years. However, Putin was certainly a lucky ruler. For example, such a rare gift of fortune as the September 11 terrorist attack. It was truly a stroke of luck. Instead of fighting the Taliban themselves, they dragged the Americans into a bloodbath the US didn't need.
  It would be the same, for example, if Hitler had fought Britain and the Yankees for twenty years rather than attack the USSR. And Stalin would have been able to choose the moment to strike, rather than end up on the receiving end of a terrible blow himself.
  But Hitler managed to forestall Stalin. And here's the result: the Germans are outside Moscow. And if the winter had been milder and drier, they might have been in the capital itself.
  Yes, Stalin got lucky there. But then again, why are the most successful rulers the ones who are so cruel? Vladimir Putin, of course, is no Stalin. But maybe that's why he failed in Ukraine?
  What can be said about Hitler? On the one hand, he had phenomenal successes, but on the other, he also had catastrophic failures. A kind of fortune mocked Adolf-it allowed him to believe in his own strength. But then it abandoned him and let him down. And so many victims and losses occurred on both sides.
  The USSR didn't gain much from victory in this war. Territorial gains were modest. Moreover, Stalin gave away part of the Brest region and the Belostotsky district to Poland, free of charge and without asking. And they themselves didn't gain all that much. It would have been better if this war had never happened. The population of the USSR fell to 170 million. And under Tsar Nicholas II, it had already reached 180 million in 1914. So, the Russian Tsar increased it, while Stalin thinned it.
  And the Germans lost a lot under Hitler. Although the conquest of Europe and Poland cost only thirty thousand dead. Stalin lost 126,000 in the war with Finland, which is far more significant. But that's just how it turned out.
  It would have been good to get into Stalin's body before Nazi Germany attacked the USSR. And do something. But what exactly? Strike him myself, as Suvorov-Rezun advised? That has its pros and cons.
  The downside is that Soviet troops aren't quite ready to attack. Specifically, the troops haven't mastered the new tanks and aircraft. The upside is that the Germans aren't expecting a preemptive strike. They can be caught off guard. Besides, Soviet troops were far more trained and better at attacking than defending. Incidentally, real-world experience has shown that the Nazis are also far better at attacking than defending.
  For example, while the Nazis were advancing brilliantly and by the fall of 1942 had captured a territory comparable to two Roman empires, they quickly collapsed on the defensive.
  If we count from the Battle of Kursk, where the Germans attempted their last major strategic offensive and turn the tide of the war by seizing the initiative, then it took Stalin only nine months to recapture Ukraine and Crimea. Well, if you count Galicia, you could add a couple more. In all, the Germans didn't hold out for even two years after the Battle of Kursk.
  Yes, they were weak, they found themselves on the defensive. And the Fuhrer? What about the Fuhrer, he shot himself. And they say they lacked the courage to do it themselves - they helped!
  Vladimir Putin shook himself. His body really is almost twenty years younger than before, and that's great. Adolf Hitler was short. So is Vladimir Putin himself. And that allows him to get used to his new body more quickly.
  And of course, he has great potential. Especially if he fights alongside Stalin.
  The only thing that can be blamed on the mustachioed devil is that he didn't meet Hitler in person in the fall of 1940. Perhaps, in that case, the two dictators would have charmed each other so much that an alliance would have been forged instead of war. That's what happened with Xi, for example. Although people got along with other Chinese presidents before Xi, too. Still, it's easier to deal with someone your own age than with an older or younger leader. For example, Lukashenko and Medvedev didn't get along. They had a difference in both age and upbringing. Medvedev is the son of a professor and an intellectual, while Lukashenko is the son of a collective farm worker, and who knows what kind of person he is.
  Putin, whose father was a simple worker and a drinker, also had an easier time with Lukashenko. Perhaps it would have been more difficult with another leader, especially if he had been young and intelligent. Just as Putin's relationship with Macron didn't work out, for example.
  Both Hitler and Stalin's fathers were alcoholics, and both dictators had known poverty, humiliation, and imprisonment. So they could easily have agreed to a personal meeting. But for some reason, Stalin didn't want to. Perhaps he didn't want to deal with such an odious figure as Hitler, but wasn't Stalin himself an odious figure? And at that point, it was the leader of the USSR, not the Führer of Germany, who was far more bloodthirsty.
  Stalin's hands were covered in blood up to the elbows. And the Third Reich hadn't yet killed Jews en masse or carried out large-scale punitive actions.
  So there was no particular reason to avoid a personal meeting. But it could have easily prevented a war between two totalitarian empires. And perhaps the world on planet Earth would have been different.
  The USSR, Germany, Italy, and Japan could have divided up the entire world. And given that conquered territories take a long time to reclaim, perhaps there would have been no wars in human history, at least not for the next hundred years.
  However, now Putin, in Hitler's body, has the chance to meet Stalin in person and talk. Of course, there will be some problems, but they will most likely be resolved.
  The question is, how much land should we demand from Stalin? Leaving everything empty-handed when we've already seized so much is simply impossible, unrealistic.
  The second point: should a ceasefire be declared immediately, or should further gains be achieved first? After all, the peak is not yet reached. Kerch in Crimea has not yet been captured, nor Rostov-on-Don in the south. And not all of Donbas is under German control yet. And so on...
  By the way, there's also Africa. It seems the British will soon launch an offensive there against Rommel's forces. Strengthen that front immediately, too. After all, fighting Britain would be a great pleasure for Putin. For starters, we should look at Germany's reserves. Perhaps we can take something from France and the Balkans. Indeed, if Tsar Boris of Bulgaria doesn't want to fight the USSR, then let him at least fight the partisans in Yugoslavia. And also in Greece and Albania. And that would be incredibly cool.
  Furthermore, total war should be declared on Germany. And foreign workers should be recruited more actively. The Third Reich certainly has plenty of slave labor. And, of course, teenagers should be drafted into the army. They fight just as well as adults, but they don't make much of a workforce. So much more can be done. And foreign divisions should be formed from volunteers. The Germans did this, but only after they were losing the war. Naturally, those willing to fight for a hopeless cause dwindled. In this regard, Hitler certainly acted unwisely. Overall, the Third Reich and the Führer personally were full of mistakes that prevented them from winning World War II. One of them, of course, was that he didn't actively use the Poles in the war with Russia. Anti-Russian sentiment in Poland is strong, and its tradition goes back many centuries.
  Here Vladimir Putin caught himself thinking like a better Hitler. And he's completely unconcerned about the suffering of the Russian people.
  Well, that's where I'm in trouble.
  Hindsight is a good thing, though. For example, when you watch amateurs play blitz chess, the mistakes of your opponents are clearly visible. But sit at the board yourself.
  And play the game. But in any case, the following appointments should be made: put Speer in charge of the Ministry of Armaments and Munitions, and grant him emergency powers. Increase the working day and switch factories to three shifts. Conscript teenagers and single girls into the army. Form foreign divisions. Mobilize the Hiwis more actively. Increase weapons production and raw material extraction. And much more.
  Women in particular-they're also good fighters. Why not use them both in battle and as overseers of foreign workers? And teenagers, especially the youngest ones, could also try their hand at overseers. And adult men to the front. There's still plenty of potential there.
  Women make good pilots and snipers. They're also good tank pilots, especially considering that women are typically shorter than men, and more agile and cautious.
  And even teenagers in tanks fight pretty well. German vehicles need to be made faster and more compact. Seriously, they don't even have a Panther yet? Why is the German tank so heavy, given its generally underpowered armament and weak side armor? This is out of whack; the designers need a scolding.
  And the T-4 and T-3 crews should be reduced from five to four. The commander and radio operator duties could be combined. He'd heard that kind of advice somewhere about tank troops. Well, what else... He could remember that later.
  Some changes should also be made to the command structure. This should give more authority to army group commanders, and reduce the hassle and hassle of coordinating. We should also promote Meinstein, that great strategist, as well as Guderian, who was right on many issues. Especially regarding the fact that the attack in Belarus will be launched from the operational balcony.
  Putin called his secretary. She ran in, stomping on her high heels. The newly minted Führer muttered something inaudible and began dictating orders.
  
  ARREST AND SEARCH OF ROSA LUXEMBURG
  ANNOTATION
  The renowned revolutionary Rosa Luxemburg was arrested and imprisoned. In a women's prison, she endured meticulous searches, other procedures, humiliation, and severe trials.
  CHAPTER 1
  The young woman Rosa Luxemburg was arrested on the personal order of Kaiser Wilhelm.
  She was handcuffed and led out of the house. People watched in confusion as the blonde revolutionary, who looked to be about thirty years old and had a slender figure, was led out by police.
  Rose stomped in her leather boots through the melting March snow, trying to maintain a calm expression on her face, pale with fear.
  To cheer herself up and not show her excitement, the Marxist began to sing;
  There is cold in the world - snowfall,
  Even the rich are poor!
  Devils rule the planet
  They turned the Earth into hell!
  
  If you want to live in joy,
  May happiness come to everyone's home!
  Break the chains of slavery like a thread,
  Then the bag will be full!
  
  There is a country that is an example for everyone,
  A strong warrior - a pioneer!
  His sword to the holy Fatherland,
  So that the evil Sir doesn't yelp!
  
  Germany is the decree of all the worlds,
  The power of the wisest luminaries!
  Without any embellishment we will say,
  The Almighty has illuminated our path!
  
  We will not know the word coward,
  If a soldier doesn't whisper, I'm afraid!
  With pure Orthodox faith,
  May God Jesus inspire!
  
  There is no peace in hearts without Christ,
  The radiant one leads to battle!
  Without faith, war is vanity,
  The count of uncontrollable losses!
  
  The Devil will begin to tempt,
  Lying to your own people is a bad mark!
  But do not trust the wicked,
  There is no reason to betray!
  
  We are faithful to our oath until death,
  Space awaits its descendants - believe me!
  Let us overthrow the sons of Satan,
  Will not be able to capture the Earth!
  
  Therefore, good luck awaits,
  Whoever is strong - the Lord will save!
  God loves the German people,
  The flame in the veins melts the ice!
  
  Let us reach endless boundaries -
  Let's show the Universe our way!
  May we, the Orthodox, not fall on our faces,
  The unclean one cannot bend into a horn!
  On the way, the police slapped Rosa on the butt-as if to say, there's no point in singing songs when the Kaiser's Germany is losing the war. And when Tsarist Russian troops had already entered Warsaw, marking the turning point of the war. And this bitch just keeps singing.
  Rosa was taken to the Berlin Central Prison. Everything was more or less clean and neat, in typical German fashion. Rosa calmed down. A German prison would be clean, and most likely a solitary confinement cell free of bedbugs and rats, with the legally required rations. And then, in a few months, Germany would capitulate and she would be freed. And perhaps she would even get a ministerial position in the new government.
  Rose, stamping the heels of her boots, sang:
  - Let you live as a janitor,
  You will be born a foreman again...
  And then you will grow from a foreman to a minister,
  But if you are as dumb as a tree,
  You will be born a baobab,
  And you will be a baobab,
  A hundred centuries until you die!
  Rosa, oblivious to the prison corridors, bars, locks, and barbed wire, strode like a queen. She imagined films being made about her, and movies being written about the Bolshevik martyr. And how popular and cool she became as a result-it was indescribable, a fairy tale.
  How can you not burst into song in this situation? You're going to prison-it's like a holiday.
  And Rose, without any embarrassment, sang out loud, as if she were a real queen being enthroned;
  I am a brave Komsomol member in captivity,
  There she found herself in a very fierce battle...
  O Motherland, know that I will repay my debt to you,
  I will fill your home with comfort and coziness!
  
  I knew little - nothing,
  And they took me to the interrogation barefoot,
  Fascism is of course complete crap,
  The Fritzes beat me cruelly with a whip!
  
  Strip me, half naked, onto the snowdrift,
  And so they drove through the villages in pisuga...
  So that your Fuhrer receives a coffin,
  And we will see the distances of communism!
  
  We better not expect mercy,
  And I won"t say a word to the fascists!
  In vain did I think to thief in wild anger,
  What a timid lamb the Komsomol member is!
  
  My enemies put me on the rack,
  Fires were lit under the heels...
  And I hear the battle - you're flogging with a wire,
  I am a path of sorrows, miles of hot coals!
  
  There is no recognition and the current is not scary,
  I can withstand any test...
  Let this be a shock to the fascists.
  And for me any dust is suffering!
  
  I will go through all this, I will endure it, believe me,
  Since my homeland is Russia...
  And the beast of fascism will be buried,
  Christ and the Red Mission will come!
  
  Yes, I know, the noose awaits me,
  There may be even worse executions!
  The country will have to start from scratch,
  Because there have been so many outrages!
  
  And then came the great communism,
  We ran across Mars while playing...
  Let humanism triumph in the world,
  For fighting so hard!
  
  Universe you will be, know mine,
  Such endless radiant stars...
  The eagle who was once a sparrow,
  Any of us with recognition of the artist!
  Rosa, in her pride, didn't even notice how she was led into the search room. And three female guards began undressing her with their deft, professional movements. And the proud, celestial Rosa Luxemburg found herself completely naked before the three guards, who looked remarkably like gorillas.
  Only a painful pinch with a large paw on her bare chest with the words: "Oh, what boobs," dispelled Rose"s high spirits, and she bashfully covered herself and exclaimed:
  - What are you doing!?
  Rose, especially naked, looked very young, her waist was thin and her figure was flawless.
  So the warden smirked and replied:
  - Nothing special, girl! Auntie's going to feel you up now, looking for prohibited items - piercings, cutting tools, chemicals! And secret notes!
  Rose, trying unsuccessfully to cover her nakedness with her hands, answered:
  - I have nothing, and this is humiliating and disgusting!
  The warden with officer's shoulder straps laughed and answered decisively:
  - Don't move! Otherwise it will hurt more!
  And large hands in thin rubber gloves began to unceremoniously grope Rose's shapely, beautiful, and seductive body. Two other guards-also masculine and tall-tightly held the young, shapely woman by the arms, preventing her from covering her private parts.
  The large warden tugged at Rosa's ears, felt them, and peered into her nostrils. Then she stuck her gloved fingers into her mouth. It was so disgusting, Rosa felt nauseous at the touch of the rubber. Furthermore, the thought occurred to her that perhaps these weren't disposable gloves, and that she had used them before, when she'd penetrated women's private parts. These thoughts nearly made Rosa vomit. Only a titanic effort of will and a reluctance to show weakness allowed Rosa to hold back the vomit.
  Her fingers reached all the way to her tonsils, under her tongue, probing the roof of her mouth, behind her cheeks, and a truly disgusting taste of rubber lingered in her mouth. Having finished her oral examination, the warden began kneading Rosa's breasts again. Her rough touches made the young woman's scarlet nipples swell and harden.
  The warden chuckled and muttered:
  - So what? Do you like it? I can see my caresses excite you!
  Rosa Luxemburg growled:
  - You're a bitch! That's not how you behave!
  The female officer responded by slapping the young revolutionary in the face and remarking:
  - Know your place, rebel! Or I'll send you to the ice-cold punishment cell - naked!
  After which she continued to shamelessly grope the prisoner"s body.
  Her strong fingers pressed against her navel, causing Rosa Luxemburg to cry out in pain. Then they probed, very roughly and painfully, under the revolutionary woman's arms.
  But the most brutal and humiliating part was yet to come. The warden ordered:
  - Spread your legs wider!
  Rose reluctantly obeyed. And the female guard roughly thrust her large paw into her vagina. Her gloved fingers, slippery from the saliva in Rose's mouth, penetrated deeply. The walls of her vagina parted, causing incredible pain.
  Rose screamed and thrashed, trying to break free. But the powerful guards, who had considerable experience in searches, held her tightly. The jailer's fingers reached all the way to her uterus and continued to poke around. It was both painful and extremely humiliating.
  And the masculine gorilla guard continued to twist. Finally, after another twist of her enormous paw, the revolutionary woman turned deathly pale, gasped, and passed out. Her blond head fell to the side.
  The jailer standing on the right noted:
  - She's in shock!
  The large guard skillfully patted Rosa's cheeks, massaged her neck, and pinched her roughly. The woman came to her senses. Tears of pain and humiliation filled her eyes. She had expected anything from prison, but she hadn't expected to be greeted like this, rudely, as if she were less than human and less than an animal.
  The senior matron said kindly:
  - Don't be afraid! Now bend over, auntie will feel your butt and the worst will be over!
  Rose said with a trembling voice, dropping a tear on the floor:
  - Maybe we shouldn't!
  The gorilla warden growled:
  - No! That's exactly it! Let's tilt it!
  The powerful guards roughly twisted Rose's arms, causing her to wheeze in pain, and bent her over. She found herself in a crab-like position. Her naked body glistened with sweat, as if oiled.
  The gorilla-like warden unceremoniously thrust two of her large, long fingers into her anus. She slid them very deep, all the way to her colon. Rosa screamed in pain and shame. The very strong female guards held her tightly, preventing her from breaking free. Meanwhile, the warden's powerful hand was rummaging around in the beautiful and seductive revolutionary's ass.
  Rose moaned, her bare chest rising and falling. Tears streamed down her exhausted, pale face. The search was like torture, both mental and physical.
  She felt that the senior warden wanted to humiliate her as much as possible, and therefore was in no hurry.
  Rose sang through blue teeth, shaking tears of pain and humiliation from her cheeks:
  Victory awaits, victory awaits,
  Those who long to break the shackles!
  Victory awaits, victory awaits,
  We will be able to break Wilhelm!
  The gorilla warden laughed and replied:
  - You are a brave girl!
  And she twisted it again, causing severe pain in the ass, and finally, she pulled out her gloved paw, which was covered in blood.
  She, the big guy, winced and threw the ruined glove into the trash can, exclaiming:
  - Check her legs, the search is over!
  Having bare soles touched and between toes examined isn't nearly as humiliating as it used to be, when a paw-like scoop was thrust into the vagina and anus. So it's now possible to endure this without tears.
  They finished searching Rose, and just like that, naked and barefoot, they led her into the next room.
  There they started photographing her. They gave her a sign with a number on it and stood her against a white wall. They snapped pictures from her profile, full-face, half-sideways, and from behind. Then they took full-length nude photos of her, also from the front, from behind, from the side, and half-sideways. And the photographer was a man, which made it all the more humiliating.
  Then they put Rosa on the scales. They weighed her, measured her height, and then stood her against the wall and measured her arm span. Then they recorded her foot length and shoe size. It wasn't painful, but it was very humiliating. Especially since there were men in the room, as well as women.
  So a man and two women in white coats put Rose in the light and began to examine her carefully, writing down all the moles, scars, burns and special marks in a journal.
  Rosa turned scarlet with shame and anger. How they were humiliating her, and how could they treat a young woman who had already become a true legend like this? Perhaps, however, that's why they were treating her this way: to humiliate the leader of the German left.
  Time passed slowly, and Rose began to hum:
  We will dig up the whole world of violence,
  To the ground, and then...
  We will build a new, new world,
  He who was nothing will become everything!
  The woman in the white coat sternly remarked:
  - Now you are nobody - just a prisoner!
  And she pinched Rose's bare nipple. Rose stood there, pale and glistening with cold sweat, singing:
  - This is our last one,
  And the decisive battle...
  Without any doubt -
  Guys, follow me!
  Finally, the copying of the signs was over. And they took her to the next room. There, a woman in uniform ordered her to hold out her palms. And they smeared Rose's hands with black paint. After which, they first imprinted her entire palm, and then each finger individually. Next, they smeared Rose's ears-first the right one, then the left. And they imprinted those, too. Then her lips. Which is already quite disgusting. When your lips are smeared with a dark, strong-smelling substance. And pressed against a sheet of white paper.
  Finally, they took prints from the beautiful woman's bare feet. One by one. It's not so disgusting anymore.
  We wiped the soles with a special sponge to ensure there were no marks.
  After which, Rosa was led away again. She was at a loss to guess what the meticulous and pedantic German jailers would do to her next.
  This time they took her to the X-ray room. They took a picture of her stomach and intestines, which is generally understandable; hiding places do happen. They also checked her nostrils. They were sometimes used to hide poison capsules or precious stones.
  When it was all over, Rose felt a sense of relief. At least it wasn't painful. And you get used to walking around naked like that.
  But Eva was naked, and had no complexes about it. She could walk around and nothing would happen.
  I wish the procedures would be over soon. And then they led her down a long corridor to the showers. There, under the guards' supervision, Rosa finally washed herself. The water was warm and pleasant, washing away all the mental and physical dirt. And the guards even gave her some prison soap.
  Rosa even cheered up: she was washing herself with soap for free. Later, she'd be given a free roof over her head, and even prison rations. It was unpleasant, of course, to be looked at like that by the guards, but she was beautiful and had nothing to be ashamed of.
  The woman washed the black paint off her bare feet. Thanks to her athletic lifestyle, she had a very good figure-like a young girl with firm breasts-but her face showed she was much older. She looked no more than thirty, though. Rosa was proud of how good she looked.
  So she washed herself and they shouted to her:
  - Enough, finish!
  She left. And the warden stuck her fingers in her mouth, as if Rosa might take or steal something. And another female prison guard also put her paw in her vagina and anus. It was humiliating and disgusting. And it wasn't just Rosa, probably, but the warden, too, who was sticking her bare fingers in, not bothering to put on gloves.
  Rosa endured, even though she felt humiliated, ashamed, and even in pain. The warden's nails were scratching her tender, intimate areas of her vagina and buttocks.
  But finally, these agonizing hours of a completely unnecessary search passed.
  And they handcuffed Rose and led her away again. The young woman even thought with surprise: would they really lock her in a cell naked? But that couldn't be true. Prisoners are not legally allowed to be kept naked. And they're obligated to at least give her some shoes.
  But they did indeed take her to the locker room. Where they were supposed to issue her official clothing; if she didn't have permission to wear her own, she was given only a striped dress to wear over her bare skin. The dress had a number sewn into it instead of her name.
  Rose asked:
  - What about panties and a bra?
  The warden replied sternly:
  - There is a special order from the commandant: you will not be given government-issued panties and bras!
  Rose asked in surprise:
  - And why is that?
  The jailer replied sternly:
  - You can hang yourself with them!
  The young revolutionary spread her hands:
  - Am I stupid enough to hang myself? I'll be released in a few months at most!
  The warden nodded angrily:
  - Everyone says so, but they sit there for years!
  Rose was now wearing only a striped, above-the-knee dress and bare, bare feet.
  The young woman glanced at the shelf. There were a variety of shoes, none particularly appealing. But her bare feet were freezing. She'd been shocked by the humiliation of the search and other procedures, oblivious to the cold, damp concrete prison floor. But now she was shaking.
  Rose moaned in a plaintive tone:
  - My feet are cold, give me some shoes!
  The jailer answered harshly:
  - Special order from the commandant! Due to the extreme danger posed by a political prisoner, you are prohibited from wearing shoes while in custody, as you could use them as weapons or throwing objects!
  Rose remarked with a sigh:
  - But it's so cold in prison! I might catch a cold and get sick!
  The warden reassured her:
  - We have a good infirmary! And anyway, stop arguing. Otherwise, you'll get a good spanking!
  The revolutionary was surprised:
  - But haven't floggings been abolished?
  The jailer nodded:
  "They brought them back in during the war! So, accept it, beauty-you'll be safer! And as for bare feet, the prisoners get used to it quickly. And it'll get warmer outside soon; it's spring already, and you'll feel better. And if you have friends outside, let them send you more rations. Only a small portion of them ever reach the prisoners!"
  Rose nodded vigorously:
  - I know it! Corruption will destroy Germany!
  The jailer muttered:
  - Just like Russia!
  The young woman's wrists were again handcuffed and she was led, barefoot and in a short prison dress, like a slave from the time of Spartacus, through the prison corridors.
  A cell awaited Rose now. She'd rather have a communal cell than a solitary one. It was warmer in a communal cell and she'd have someone to talk to. Besides, women smelled much nicer than men, and she'd feel better with them.
  To at least slightly lift her bare, female feet, which had fallen from pain, humiliation, and the cold in them, freezing from the cold, concrete floor, Rose sang:
  Winter is already losing its strength,
  Here comes the spring sun...
  Wisdom has conquered nature,
  On a scientific quest and expedition!
    
  The streams are ringing - the snowdrifts are melting,
  Where the silver carpet is - a stream.
  Carnations bloom profusely in May,
  And our friendship is inseparable!
    
  We love the daughters of nature,
  When mushrooms grow in spring...
  No, you know the bad weather,
  How the grace of Christ rains!
    
  In spring, nature comes to life,
  The crystal ice burst with a crack.
  The planet will become, I believe, a paradise,
  Let not the evil fire set the world on fire!
    
  After all, every flower is a universe,
  The bug also wants to live.
  The best destiny of all is creation,
  But poor bunny, you are game.
    
  How did it happen, there is a lot of fear,
  There is much suffering with beauty...
  Sometimes we moan and ask God -
  Help us with happiness and dreams!
    
  But what is malice in the world,
  What started to spin us like a tornado,
  But God answered - this is so that,
  You haven't become lazy like a bear!
    
  After all, if the banana itself fell,
  You can't even harness a plow.
  The faces of the saints nod from the icons,
  No pineapples - sow rye!
    
  Well, that hard work leads to success,
  He will make our family stronger!
  But I am in no hurry for prosperity,
  No need for stinginess, Koschei!
    
  The reward will come - there will be strength,
  And we will resurrect those who fell in battle!
  Punishment will befall you, know Judas,
  Lies and treachery will be avenged!
  Rosa was finally led through a massive door with the ominous number "13" carved into it. Her handcuffs were removed, and the young woman felt relief as she rubbed her bruised, tormented wrists. Handcuffs were both painful and humiliating.
  She was led into a cell. It was slightly warmer inside than outside; there was heating. The cell turned out to be a two-person cell, and in it was a girl with red hair. She was quite pretty, and she was sleeping under a blanket. When she woke up, she turned her gentle face and asked:
  - New?
  The jailer nodded:
  - Political! I think the two of you will have much more fun!
  Rose noted:
  - I don't have bedding?
  The warden giggled:
  "To make you more compliant and testify sooner, they're depriving you of your pillow, blanket, and mattress. You'll lie on the bare boards, freeze, and then testify against your accomplices sooner!"
  Rose stamped her bare foot angrily and growled:
  - You won't get it!
  The heavy, massive door of the cell slammed behind her with a creak.
  
  A WORLD WITHOUT WORLD WAR II
  ANNOTATION
  Chamberlain never dared to declare war on the Third Reich after the invasion of Poland, and France also did not enter the conflict alone. After Poland's defeat and its partition between the USSR and Nazi Germany, a long period of peace ensued, and human development took a different path.
  CHAPTER No 1.
  A special world from an alternate history. In it, Chamberlain was smart enough not to declare war on Germany, which had invaded Poland. And, of course, France wouldn't have entered the war without England.
  Hitler and Stalin divided Poland. Then came the division of the Baltics and the signing of a friendship and border treaty.
  There was, in fact, a war with Finland. The USSR, at the cost of heavy losses, nevertheless managed to capture part of the territory, break through the defensive line, and take Vyborg.
  So far, everything was going well. But the attempt to take Moldova from Romania ran into resistance from Hitler. Wasn't Stalin asking too much?
  But Hitler and Stalin met personally and agreed that the USSR would give up Moldova, and that was the end of the division.
  After which, a long period of peace ensued. Japan didn't risk fighting the US and Britain alone. Meanwhile, Hitler was still digesting Poland, a significant part of which had become part of the Third Reich. Stalin, having also expanded his empire and having the experience of a difficult war with Finland, kept his distance.
  The USSR officially fulfilled and exceeded the Third Five-Year Plan. Then they tackled the Fourth. And they exceeded it. And in the Fifth Five-Year Plan, they began to lower prices and improve living standards.
  Stalin died in March 1953... According to some sources, he may have been poisoned. After a series of intrigues, Nikita Khrushchev seized power. Then came the Twentieth Congress and the exposure of the personality cult. And the idea of building communism by 1980.
  By this time, nuclear weapons had appeared in Germany, the USA, Britain, and the USSR.
  Hitler remains in history as a perfectly normal leader without the Holocaust. There were only a few laws restricting the rights of Jews. Poles also gradually received German citizenship and equal rights. In 1955, the Warsaw Governorate was directly incorporated into the Third Reich. In 1960, both Czechs and Poles received German citizenship. Germany was the first country in the world to launch both Sputnik and a man into space.
  And on April 20, 1961, the first manned flight to the Moon in history took off. This was a momentous event.
  The Third Reich was a large country, perhaps the largest in Europe. It included the Czech Republic, the Sudetenland, Austria, and Poland. Furthermore, the Germans acquired part of Denmark without war, within the 1914 borders, for monetary compensation. A referendum was then held there, too. Referendums were also held in Poland and the Czech Republic. An economically developed and powerful power emerged. Furthermore, Britain also agreed to return Namibia in Africa to the Germans, also for monetary compensation.
  With virtually no wars, other than the conflict with Poland, Hitler expanded the Third Reich. The only problems were with France. True, a small part of Lorraine, populated predominantly by Germans, was returned to Germany after a referendum. But the 1914 borders were not restored. And this irritated many Germans.
  But the French had formed a military alliance with the USSR, and if necessary, they would have had to fight on two fronts. The Red Empire, having avoided World War II, was economically very strong, comparable to the United States and Germany, and had a large population. So war with it was dangerous.
  Plus, Britain also had a treaty with France. Unlike in real history, Britain retained its colonies and was militarily very powerful.
  China, however, remained fragmented and weak, effectively divided into spheres of influence by the world's leading powers. Japan waged a long war in China and managed to retain control of part of it. Other countries had capital there. The USSR retained control over Mongolia, which formally retained its independence.
  Hitler is still alive. He's seventy-two years old. He doesn't smoke, doesn't drink alcohol, is a vegetarian, and still works out. The Fuhrer is obsessed with his health. He has sons and daughters-though they were born through artificial insemination. His sons alone number over a hundred. The eldest are already seventeen. It's difficult to choose a worthy successor. So, for now, the Fuhrer is interested in living himself. And in the Third Reich, they're working to prolong the dictator's life.
  Seventy-two years is certainly not a very old man. Even the Führer still enjoys entertainment. For example, ultimate fighting.
  Of course, they don't fight to the death there-the Third Reich is a relatively civilized country. And Hitler isn't perceived as a monster at all, although he is certainly an authoritarian leader.
  He was able to defeat Poland with virtually no losses and expand his territory practically without war. The German people idolize him, and other nations respect him. Even Nikita Khrushchev held him in high regard. Moreover, the USSR fell behind in the space race.
  Stalin was indifferent to rockets, and Nikita Khrushchev had only just managed to send a pilot into space.
  And now the Germans are launching a rocket to the Moon. And there are two girls and one boy on it. And that's great.
  In honor of the Fuhrer's birthday and the launch of the rocket, nationwide celebrations were held.
  The enormous stadium in Berlin is filled with people. Various sporting events are planned. And, of course, no-holds-barred fighting-the kind Hitler loves.
  The Führer has certainly aged, but he still looks more or less the same, though his hair has grayed and a noticeable bald spot has appeared on his head. His mustache has also gone gray, and his figure has hunched slightly. The Führer has been in power for twenty-eight years. Under his rule, Germany has one of the world's leading economies, perhaps even the leading one. The USSR, the USA, and the Third Reich are now very close in terms of national income. Britain, too, is still strong thanks to its colonies. Japan has begun to rise-its protracted war with China has exhausted it. But the world is multipolar.
  Hitler was great, but not at the very top. The United States now has a new, young president, John Kennedy, and France and Britain also have relatively young rulers. Nikita Khrushchev is a mere shadow of Stalin, even though he talks about communism.
  Perhaps of all the world leaders, Hitler is the most legendary, popular, charismatic and great, despite his age, he has not yet lost his luster and energy.
  Right now, he's watching the fights through a special screen. And above, color monitors are showing images of the Colosseum.
  A handsome, fair-haired boy of about twelve or thirteen comes out to fight. He has well-defined muscles, wears only sweatpants, and is barefoot. He wears gloves. And he comes out to the music.
  As in ancient times, there are no sword fights in the Third Reich. Because the country did not descend into barbarism.
  Quite the contrary: Germany has become a country of exemplary order, with the lowest crime rate in the world and zero unemployment. And yet, it's somehow uncomfortable killing people in the ring.
  The boy wore blue shorts and bowed to the Führer and his entourage, as well as to all four sides of the stadium. The crowd cheered.
  The announcer announced:
  - The Berlin champion, nicknamed "Maus", will fight for the title of champion of the Third Reich among children under twelve years of age.
  It is clear that the boy is quite good.
  And then the music starts up again and another fighter comes out. He's also a boy, about the same height and weight as him. He's also fair-haired and very muscular. Only his shorts are red, and his face is more stern. Naturally, both boys are bare-chested and barefoot. They'll fight according to French boxing rules, using both hands and feet.
  The second boy was announced:
  - Vice-champion of the Third Reich in fights without rules up to twelve years old.
  The boy also bowed to the Führer and to all four sides of the stadium. Nicknamed "Alligator."
  The referee was a large, tall woman in a leather suit. The fight was a championship fight, fifteen rounds of three minutes each. But it usually ended faster.
  The children bowed to each other. And the entourage and Hitler himself were placing bets. Who the Führer was betting on was, of course, a secret; otherwise, everyone would follow suit. Or vice versa...
  A gray-haired and tired Adolf peers through binoculars. He's very fond of muscular boys, as they seem to restore strength to the decrepit tyrant. The Führer even sleeps in a bed shaped like a swastika. Surrounding him are four young athletic girls and four teenagers-very muscular and strong. Hitler seems to recharge in his sleep. Furthermore, the aging dictator takes baths in infant milk.
  From time to time, the Fuhrer also receives a transfusion of young blood from boys, the strongest athletes of the Third Reich.
  Hitler doesn't want to die. And he has some other plans. It's too bad that the USSR, France, and Britain are allied. Fighting on two fronts is too risky and suicidal. Germany has already lost one such war on two fronts. So there's no point in stepping on the same rake as Wilhelm II.
  I'd like to agree on a one-front war. Either with the West against the USSR, or with the USSR against the West. But without the burden of two fronts hanging around our necks.
  But Nikita Khrushchev didn't want to ally with Hitler. France, too, doesn't want an alliance with an authoritarian dictator, as it has democracy and a rotating regime.
  Hitler had it tough too. Life goes by, and you still haven't beaten the French, the Russians, or anyone serious.
  On the other hand, the Third Reich subjugated almost all lands inhabited by German-speaking peoples. And now Germany is larger and more expansive than it was before the World War. I mean, the World War; there hasn't been a second one yet.
  At the sound of the gong, the boys began to fight. They struck with both gloved hands and bare feet. The Führer really liked it when boys under fifteen and girls were barefoot. This excited the dictator.
  The boys have such round, pink heels and graceful arches. They're athletic, and their muscles are so defined, their veins visible. The Führer looks at the boys' feet close-up and gets excited. This is truly wonderful. They're tanned, their skin is shiny, their muscles are rippling-wonderful.
  And so the boys strike each other. Their bare feet fly up, hitting either their guards or their heads. You can see that the boys' ropes are beautiful, too. Their abs are like chocolate bars, their chests are like shields, and the boys' muscles are in motion. It's mesmerizing.
  Hitler sighed. In the village, he'd still been a leader and a ringleader, but at school, the other kids had turned on him. Things were tough for the future Führer, and he literally fled.
  But despite this, Hitler loved children. These boys are so handsome. And their trained bodies are very muscular, with wonderful muscle definition.
  It's even a shame that they have to beat each other. The first round is over - the boys have gone their separate ways.
  Hitler thought it would be a good idea to stage a fight, with swords, and for the fighters to hack and slash and blood to flow.
  This really turned out to be incredibly cool. And then, when the boy falls, they'll burn his bare heel with a hot iron.
  The Führer often fantasized about torture, especially when the bare feet of boys and girls were burned.
  And he even secretly painted such pictures. But he never actually tortured anyone. It seemed unlikely that the head of state, one of the largest in the world, would stoop to such a level.
  But they did make films under his orders. For example, about World War II. The Russians captured a German girl on the Eastern Front. And, of course, they stripped her barefoot, leaving her in only her panties and bra, and chased her through the snow.
  The Fuhrer liked this film. Afterwards, the German Gerda was flogged and hanged on the rack.
  Yes, it was a beautiful film. However, they also made films about the Führer based on alternative history. In them, boys from the Hitler Youth were captured in the USSR. And fourteen-year-olds, wearing only shorts, were chased through the snow and freezing temperatures. They even had ice water poured on their naked torsos, which made them blush.
  Hitler loved that sort of thing. Torturing boys and humiliating them was a real turn-on for the latent sadist. People weren't burned in ovens under the Führer, at least not in this world, but he did get pleasure from torture and humiliation.
  Moreover, the Führer's body is already rather decrepit. And his energy is no longer what it used to be. He needs to sustain himself somehow.
  The Führer watches the battle again. The boys' bodies are glistening with sweat, and the muscles, warmed up by the fight, are even more defined.
  The fight is almost even so far. Both boys are the same weight and height. Alligator boy is attacking more, but his punches are mostly blocked. And Mouse occasionally counters.
  Hitler thinks how good it is to be a boy after all. They're always smiling and grinning. These children are always smiling and laughing at the slightest provocation. But he's already lost the habit of laughing.
  Ah, this cursed old age, when you force yourself to do everything. And the former joy of life is gone. And even gladiatorial combat becomes tiring.
  The fresh impressions of youth are a different matter. The Führer has millions of girls ready to give themselves to him, but he has almost no desire. Only a testosterone injection can give him a surge of strength and hormones. But Germany has advanced medicine. For example, the Führer's teeth were beautifully restored-they shine like pearls.
  And various kinds of anabolic steroids are available. Hitler still expects to last until the twenty-first century. Which is what Germany itself needs first and foremost. And then, perhaps, he'll choose a successor. Or perhaps scientists will find a way to make him immortal.
  Laboratories are already working on this. Hitler, however, exudes confidence and fear.
  Churchill, though older, was still alive, albeit not entirely well. Roosevelt and Stalin were already dead, and Roosevelt had been dead for quite some time. Chamberlain sympathized with Germany. Although he threatened to open a second front in the event of an attack on Poland, he never went through with it. The Führer, for his part, did not go to war with the USSR. Although he had the opportunity. But the USSR's tanks were too powerful. With only six divisions of light tanks, the Führer did not risk fighting the monster there.
  Although preparations for war were underway. In 1943, the Panther appeared in Germany. It was a good machine, but too heavy and expensive. The USSR had the KV series. Hitler didn't risk war then. The Third Reich had jet aircraft and V-12 rockets. But here's the problem. After Chamberlain's death, Churchill emerged and moved closer to Stalin. And the French government was also inclined toward an alliance with the Red Empire.
  The Third Reich placed great hopes on disc aircraft.
  But in reality, they didn't prove their worth. The vehicles turned out to be too expensive and vulnerable to small arms fire. They wouldn't have made a difference in combat.
  The Panther-2 appeared in 1945. It was a pretty decent tank at the time. It had an 88-millimeter gun with a 71-millimeter barrel, 100-millimeter sloped frontal hull armor, 60-millimeter sloped sides, a 120-millimeter turret front with a 150-millimeter mantlet, and 60-millimeter sides. It weighed fifty-three tons, and its engine produced 850 horsepower. It turned out to be the most powerful medium tank in the world. But what kind of medium is that, if it weighs over fifty tons?
  Hitler was partially satisfied with this vehicle. But he was unable to obtain guarantees from either the USSR or France. Moreover, the West made concessions and, for money, ceded part of Denmark, a small part of France, and the former German colony of Namibia. This satisfied the German people. The USSR also became strong. The KV series was replaced by the more advanced IS series tanks.
  Hitler kept postponing a new war. In the US, work on the atomic bomb was leisurely. Germany, too, was in no hurry, nor was the USSR.
  But technology developed.
  The Panther-3 was another tank from an outdated series. Its gun was even more powerful than the 105-millimeter 70 EL, and the frontal armor of the turret was 185 millimeters thick, while the hull was 150-millimeter with slopes, and the sides were 62 millimeters thick. The vehicle weighed in at sixty-one tons. This was, however, compensated for by a more powerful 1,200-horsepower engine. That's the result. It went into production in 1947. Undoubtedly a good tank. But the USSR also had the T-54, which weighed only thirty-six tons and was only slightly inferior to the German tank in armor and armament. Its frontal turret armor was even thicker-a full 200 millimeters. And the gun was only slightly weaker at 100 millimeters, with a muzzle velocity of 900 meters per second. The German's caliber is actually slightly larger - 1000 meters per second.
  And then the war did not happen again.
  The Panther-4 appeared in 1951. It had a different layout. The engine and transmission were in one block, with the gearbox attached to the engine. The tank's height was reduced. The result was a 70-ton vehicle with a 1,500-horsepower gas turbine engine, 250-millimeter frontal armor, 170-millimeter side armor, a 105-millimeter gun, and a 100-liter barrel. This vehicle was already effectively heavy and very powerful... Only the Soviet IS-7, a tank produced in very small numbers, could compete with it. The T-54 was much weaker.
  And at the end of 1958, the Panther-5 appeared. It had comparable armor thickness and armament to the Panther-4, but was more sloped and weighed less at sixty-three tons, with a more powerful 1,800-horsepower engine. The tank was more agile and maneuverable.
  This was the primary German vehicle. In the USSR, the IS-7 was discontinued. Only the T-10 remained as a heavy tank, weighing fifty tons. Besides the T-54, only the T-55, which was slightly more powerful in terms of armament, was produced.
  We could talk about technology for a long time. Hitler personally oversaw the adoption of various types of weapons. Nikita Khrushchev was more interested in rockets. Germany also had rocket tanks. They were quite powerful, just like the Soviet ones. Hitler was eager to enter the war. The hydrogen bomb hadn't yet been developed, and there were relatively few nuclear bombs. So he could risk entering the conflict.
  Hitler is eager to fight in the east. Italy is ready to oppose the USSR. Mussolini's son rules there, and Benedito is dead. And his son, a staunch anti-communist and ideological fascist, is ready to fight the USSR alongside Germany, but only on the condition that France and Britain remain neutral.
  Japan could also open a front in the east. And Germany could also involve Finland, Hungary, Romania, and Slovakia. Perhaps also Bulgaria, Yugoslavia, and even Sweden.
  There could be allies like that here. Hitler first needs to convince the French not to interfere. But it's easier to reach an agreement with Britain. They're already saying there's no such thing as communism there. And in the US, Kennedy is a dark horse.
  Hitler hasn't lost his ardor yet. But entering the war is morally difficult.
  The boys are already in their thirteenth round of fighting. The kids are tired, and their movements have become more sluggish.
  The Führer sighs. As he gets older, it becomes harder to decide on war. Children are aggressive and fight. But their blows are light and cheerful. They slap each other and run away.
  But that doesn't work with adults. In this world, Hitler only won one war, against Poland. And that's not enough for a twenty-eight-year reign.
  But on the other hand, the Germans avoided losses and damage.
  But Germany is heavily populated. It has a high birth rate and many children.
  Here the boys are fighting. And you can see the children are breathing heavily.
  The Führer thought again, this time about aircraft. The Third Reich's jet army was quite developed. There were even some very good designs and production aircraft. In particular, the ME-462. It was also a very powerful and destructive aircraft.
  And with rockets. It's also a very powerful machine.
  Disc-shaped helicopters have also appeared. They are very agile and maneuverable.
  They were developed by the designer Tank. He also designed the TA-383 jet fighters, which are very capable combat aircraft. The Germans also have tailless bombers capable of bombing even the United States.
  The children finished the fight. No one fell.
  Based on points, the victory was awarded to the vice-champion Alligator.
  The boys dispersed. Then the girls appeared wearing boxing gloves. They were barefoot and in bikinis.
  The fight with arms and legs was also going to be interesting.
  Hitler wanted the Third Reich to have a miracle weapon. But so far, not everything has worked out. The Germans have the best rocket technology in the world. They are also developing a hydrogen bomb. No country has yet created one, but it is a terrifying weapon.
  The Fuhrer himself read Wales in his youth and wanted the Third Reich to have heat rays or lasers.
  But so far, no effective combat system has been developed. Other than blinding opponents, but even that is too cumbersome. The Third Reich also worked on flying saucers. These disc-shaped devices failed to demonstrate their combat effectiveness. However, there was an idea to envelop them in a laminar flow, which would blow projectiles and shrapnel aside.
  This means that the flying disc will be completely invulnerable.
  The girls started kicking each other with their bare feet. They, too, are athletic and muscular. And they kick quite vigorously.
  And then one of them made a three with her fists, and the other one responded. Now that's really cool.
  Hitler puffed:
  - I'm not a pathetic bug - I'm a super monster turtle.
  And I imagined a red-hot iron cauterizing the girl's bare, round heel. The fighting didn't reach the scale of World War II, but it showed its scale.
  The girls here are so wonderful - just amazing. They are obviously of the highest class.
  As a result, poetry came to the Fuhrer"s mind;
  About this barefoot girl,
  I couldn't forget it..
  It seemed like the paving stones,
  They torment the skin of my tender feet!
  Yes, these are interesting girls after all.
  There was a movie that showed Joan of Arc being tortured. She was played, by the way, by a charming blonde. And the torture was real. And the girl's bare feet were like fire.
  Hitler was very pleased with this. Jeanne stood bravely on the rack. Her bare heels were covered in blisters. And the whip kept coming down on her back and buttocks.
  Then they grabbed her scarlet nipples with pincers. Which was absolutely fantastic. How that turned Hitler on.
  For example, they took a naked girl and hoisted her onto the rack. And then they started lashing her with whips. And they even burned the warrior with a red-hot iron. And it was very painful. But at the same time, the girl enjoyed being tormented.
  Especially when a hot iron strokes your bare heel.
  Now this is really interesting.
  The girls were fighting. And one of them, a blonde, hit the other in the chin with her bare foot. The red-haired beauty fell. The referee began to count.
  The redhead tensed up and with an effort of will jumped up.
  The fight continued again.
  Adolf Hitler hissed:
  - Just a little bit more, just a little bit more,
  The last fight is the hardest!
  And I want to conquer the whole world,
  Planet make Germany a mother!
  The Führer didn't do it very well, and his voice was hoarse. But in any case, it was a dictator's performance.
  And the girls fight, their muscular bodies glistening with sweat. Wonderful stealers.
  The Fuhrer wondered what a woman experiences when she is raped: pain or orgasm, or both at the same time?
  I wish I could become a woman myself! And go promiscuous!
  It's even funny!
  If you go to the panel,
  You are a star, you will be like Emmanuel!
  And overall it's great!
  Winged aphorisms began to dance in the Fuhrer"s head;
  If the limit is reached, go into chaos!
  Conscience is the most expensive commodity that cannot be sold - although many are willing to pay extra to get rid of this treasure!
  In love, only poets give useful advice!
  Love is a game where the third one is a wheel!
  How is love different from a friendly party - they will never invite a third party!
  The number three symbolizes harmony - just not in family life!
  Jealousy is a feeling of inferior people - they are weak in reason, you can even feel sorry for them, the poor ones!
  It's easier to build a snowman in hell than to find a selfless priest!
  An honest priest is like a white devil!
  The church is like a store - don't go in without money!
  No matter how big your fist is, the handcuffs will still fit!
  It's better to hit once than to say a hundred times!
  Most often, they profit from selflessness!
  Every greedy mouth has its own muzzle!
  Those who love sex have a clear mind and a kind heart - because they are ready to share the pleasure with their partner!
  War is a school of life - which is better to skip!
  The art of war demands the most sacrifices!
  Christ was crucified by priests - evil dogs value only a stick!
  Vera is certainly a light, but instead of moths, she attracts banknotes!
  If you want to be rich, open a bank; if you want to be the richest, create a teaching!
  Philosophy is like a net for catching goldfish!
  Politics is the art of deception!
  The only difference between a politician and a killer is the size of his fee!
  A staircase made of corpses is the surest way to the top!
  War is a competition of killers and an executioner of mercy!
  Faith makes some purer, others richer!
  A politician is worse than vodka - it costs more, but your head starts to split immediately.
  A politician, like a prostitute, uses his tongue, but it gives less pleasure!
  The politician constantly gives himself up, but satisfies no one!
  Beautiful words are the mantle of a tyrant!
  When the state turns into an executioner, it is called the sacred fatherland!
  If a politician crosses himself a lot, it means his hand is looking for your wallet!
  Politician: legalized pickpocket!
  The difference between a politician and a pickpocket is that the former makes much more noise while stealing!
  The history of Christianity, and indeed of any religion, shows that there is no such thing as good fanaticism!
  Refusing to listen means killing in the soul!
  Love your neighbor, not his wife and wallet!
  The slave became so accustomed to his collar that, having gained freedom, he began to choke!
  The fists of good grow too fast!
  He who sows the seeds of discord will bring forth disaster!
  If you want to save your soul, crucify egoism!
  The difference between an empty wallet and a soulless heart is that the latter is heavier to carry!
  There are many gods, but no one to pour out one"s soul to!
  The difference between a star in the sky and a pop star is that a pop star can be extinguished with a single cobblestone!
  Christ loves all people - even those with sins, but most of his current servants - only those with wallets!
  If you want to get closer to God, cut down on your greed!
  Even in the apparent indifference of the Almighty there is love - after all, children first and foremost want to escape from the care of their parents!
  God delays punishing evil in order to give the sinner a chance!
  Talent and hard work, like husband and wife, only create success together!
  Even honey is bitter if you drown in it!
  Deception is like wine: it"s sickening and sweet, and it"s hard to stop!
  Love is like a shrapnel shell - it breaks the heart, shakes the brain, turns out pockets, comes out sideways!
  Man is equal to God in some ways - the Almighty created the universe, and man gave birth to stupidity: both are infinite!
  He who builds success on blood will meet the fate of a stabbed pig. To be eaten by his own comrades-a sad result of anger!
  Sometimes the best way to maintain your reputation is a noose around your neck! At least it won't let you fall!
  You can't lie under a bear for long - he'll crush you!
  Sometimes a wife is like a mammoth instead of a blanket!
  A writer who strives to reap banknotes will not sow anything good or eternal!
  A country without law is like a body without a skeleton! To keep it from becoming ossified, elections are needed!
  If you want to create a masterpiece, forget about the fee!
  The most skillful deception is when you don"t lie, but no one believes you!
  Of course, defeat promises great troubles, but this is only a reflection of future victory!
  In battle, valor and good intelligence bring victory.
  To hit, you first need to see where!
  The scout is the forger of victory!
  Any fool can cripple, but not every smart person can cure!
  Too many brutal executioners - too few treating doctors!
  Some are doctors, others are executioners!
  Without pain there is no valor - without valor there is no victory!
  The ideas of communism are the height of idiocy: if hot heads and cold hearts undertake their implementation!
  Communism is light, but it burns those who have become too cajoled!
  If you lack patience, singing helps!
  People are like iron - before it cools down, give it the desired shape!
  If you want to become popular, use force more often!
  Ratings are like hellish grass - they grow when you water them with tears and blood!
  People are like weeds - the more you trample them, the higher they grow!
  Unity is the key to victory!
  Discipline is the instrument of victory! Reason plays on it!
  Unity, courage, and selflessness are the keys to victory, freedom, and happiness! Without discipline, there is no army, and without an army, there is no freedom!
  Work makes us stronger, multiplied by intelligence it will give us freedom, and together with luck it will bring happiness!
  The commander is like the top of a pyramid - there must be only one, otherwise even such a strong structure will collapse!
  Nobility of family has the same relation to courage as the length of hair has to intelligence!
  No valor of ancestors will help a coward!
  A blade of the strongest steel rusts in the hands of a chatterbox and a coward!
  The most terrible weapon is the Bible in the hands of a scoundrel!
  A man's main wealth: potency, which is also the main cause of ruin!
  The best profession is prostitution, you combine business with pleasure and every time a new partner - no routine!
  A hero's pedigree - you can boast about it forever, but when he ends up on the battlefield - he cowardly rushes to the rear!
  A bottle of vodka is like a grenade - it knocks you off your feet, blows out your brains, crushes your insides!
  
  A DEADLY LOVE TRIANGLE
  ANNOTATION
  Elena Ambrams, a very beautiful woman in her late twenties, is the wife of an elderly billionaire in his eighties. She hates her husband, especially since she has an unusually handsome eighteen-year-old lover, Vyacheslav Kotovsky. She's madly in love with him and can no longer stand her ugly but monstrously rich old man. She wants to get rid of her husband and, as a widow, marry the wonderful young man Vyacheslav. But it's not that simple. The billionaire has strong security, and the old man himself wants a new wife, but only so he can protect his money in a divorce. The intrigue thickens.
  . PROLOGUE.
  The billionaire's wife, Elena Ambrams, hated her husband and desperately wanted him to die. The old man was already over eighty, bald, wrinkled, but still quite strong. And he had no intention of dying. And you, a stunning blonde beauty, are almost thirty. And your strong body yearns for affection and sex.
  Elena enjoys visiting women's strip bars. Muscular, handsome, obedient men with large penises dance there. And she really enjoys watching it. Indeed, the music plays, the guys strip, and you watch with lust.
  In her youth, Elena worked as a night fairy. And she loved it immensely. She even took a trip around Europe with Natasha. There, they had clients: men, women, and sometimes even animals.
  How much the girls were captivated by all this. There's a common misconception that prostitutes don't like their profession. But it depends on the person. Elena and Natasha were quite the amorous thieves.
  They enjoyed changing guys like gloves and weren't shy with girls. They were passionate about their new roles.
  Men are all different, and the variety was so inspiring and turned the girls on. And they would have much more fun having sex just for the pleasure and orgasms. And then you charge men and women money for it, and a lot of it!
  Elena's life was fun: lots of sex, the most expensive restaurants, saunas, beauty salons, tanning salons, swimming pools, and international travel. Everything was full of pleasure and entertainment. Elena wasn't afraid of exotic forms of sex; on the contrary, they turned her on. She really enjoyed experimenting. And she was a magnificent prostitute in her own right.
  But her happiness ended. Years pass, and sooner or later a prostitute loses her freshness and appeal. And she gladly accepted the proposal to marry Moses Abrams, an eighty-year-old man rumored to still be suffering from cancer. She expected to become a widow and the richest woman in the world. Moreover, Moses's legitimate son committed suicide. Another went mad. And his daughter managed to contract AIDS, also a notorious whore.
  So there were no direct heirs left. And Elena could have counted on inheriting a huge fortune!
  But here's the problem: my husband wasn't dying. But, of course, he no longer had the strength.
  Elena dreamed of sex. Moses said to her, "Young woman, you can have some fun. But do it in a way that the journalists don't find out, otherwise it'll be a divorce!"
  The idea is, of course, a good one.
  Elena wears a mask to the strip bar. It's even better, since she has a perfect figure. She's childless, and she works out. She could pick up a man for a small fee. But that's not as exciting. Alphonse, that's your plaything, and it's much more enjoyable when you're a slut. And if a man does whatever you want, it's not nearly as exciting.
  But now a newcomer is dancing. A very handsome young man. He slowly and gracefully undresses on stage. Yes, he really is such a handsome man. His hair is golden, and the experienced Elena can see it's not dyed, it's his real color. His face is very gentle and pretty, like a girl's. And his skin is so smooth, clear, tanned. Now he strips down to his swimming trunks. His muscles are very defined and beautiful. Not massive, but they are so gracefully and harmoniously defined that it's simply mind-blowing!
  Women of all ages literally roar. And they shove money down his swimsuit. And the young man's masculine perfection rises, it's so large.
  Elena waved her hand:
  - He's mine! I want him for myself!
  The servant remarked:
  "This is his first performance at a strip club. And as usual, he'll be auctioned off, and a woman will buy him for the night. Are you willing to fork out the cash?"
  Elena nodded:
  - A man being auctioned off? That's awesome! Of course I'm ready!
  CHAPTER No 1.
  The strip bar had one advantage: it was only open to women. And the men strippers were hired by women for money. So, there were plenty of people willing to work there. Indeed, for a man, especially a young one, when hormones are running high, dancing, stripping naked for women, and even having sex with them and charging for it-it was a dream come true!
  Slavka was incredibly handsome and also trained in martial arts. His body was simply perfect, both in build and agile. He could dance and move well, and had excellent flexibility. He was simply the perfect young man for a strip club.
  Slavka, however, had done well at university and was hoping for a career. He had no particular desire to be a gigolo. But his father owed the mafia a large sum. He needed to raise the necessary funds, and quickly. Otherwise, the gangsters' revenge would be terrible.
  So Slavka decided to try his luck at a strip club. Especially since everyone said he was stunningly handsome, both facially and physically.
  The strip bar's manager was a red-haired woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties. Quite attractive. She was conducting the selection process among numerous candidates. More accurately, the initial selection process was conducted by her assistant. Twenty men applying to become strippers were required to strip to music. And almost all of them were eliminated immediately.
  She liked Slava right away. He was a very handsome young man. And the way he moved gracefully and undressed so beautifully was simply marvelous. After all, he's a black belt in karate, and he knows how to move and maintain his balance.
  The assistant herself had recently been a prostitute, her hair dyed, her age unknown. And she adored handsome young men.
  She just asked Slavka:
  - Are you eighteen?
  He nodded:
  - It just happened the day before yesterday!
  The painted woman remarked:
  "But you look like a teenager! That's a good thing, of course! Lots of women, especially older ones, adore young girls. But we could get into trouble with the police here..." She stamped her heel. "Come on, show me your passport."
  Slavka held it out. The woman, looking at his date of birth, smacked her lip and replied:
  - Wonderful! You'll be collecting big money. Twenty-five percent of the proceeds for you, the rest for us.
  The young man squeaked:
  - Not enough!
  The woman muttered:
  "These are still good conditions. We have a whole palace. Besides, the richest women in Moscow are here. Do you know how much money they're shoving at you gigolos? So don't get too cocky!"
  Slavka bowed. The woman jumped up to him and slipped her hand into his underwear. At the touch of a member of the opposite sex's fingers, the young man's manhood instantly swelled. It became large and hard.
  The woman bared her teeth:
  - You're a spirited stallion. I think you'll be a hit with the fair sex.
  Slavka nodded. And he felt desire welling up inside him. His young, healthy body was literally overflowing with hormones. Even if this woman wasn't exactly pretty, his cock was hard as a rod, and he wanted to impale himself on her.
  She smiled and nodded:
  - We'll make love again, handsome!
  Then Slavka danced alone in front of his red-haired mistress. She watched as the young man undressed while dancing. Yes, it really was arousing.
  Then, when the young man was still in his swimming trunks and also aroused, she jumped up to him. She grabbed his perfection with her hand and kneaded it with her fingers. It was hot and hard on the handsome man.
  The redhead nodded and noted:
  - Good! Now take off your swimming trunks.
  A very handsome, muscular, well-defined man now stood before her, completely naked. And his shaft was swollen. Slavka felt a mixture of shame and intense arousal. And how beautiful he was.
  The red-haired woman licked her lips. She felt a surge of desire so strong that she couldn't contain it any longer. She began to tear off her clothes.
  And she found herself naked.
  A slightly plump, but quite strong and muscular woman in her prime. And her breasts are large and firm. For a young man at the peak of his hypersexuality, this is, of course, a great temptation.
  Slavka stepped toward her and entered almost immediately. He wasn't an experienced lover, and acted with youthful roughness, wasting no time on affection.
  But the red-haired mistress was already aroused, and after masturbating, her vagina was moist. So the large, hot rod entered easily.
  And it was very pleasant; the red-haired woman moaned in ecstasy. Slavka began to pound her vigorously. He had made love to girls many times before.
  But they were mostly inexperienced and young themselves. What they needed was a grown woman to teach them the art of love.
  Nevertheless, the young man stroked the redhead's full breasts with his hands, intuitively choosing the right rhythm. The redhead came with a wild moan. Then the handsome, attractive man erupted in a stream of white sperm. And the redhead experienced another orgasm from the burning semen.
  Slavka's penis was still erect, but immediately after the eruption, the head began to itch from touch.
  The head of the strip club nodded:
  - You're good! You're just inexperienced, but we'll teach you! Have you ever satisfied a girl with your tongue?
  Slava shook his head:
  - No!
  The redhead chuckled:
  "You have to know how to do that too! Many women really enjoy cunnilingus! Don't forget that they're paying you and have the right to demand what brings them pleasure!"
  Slavka winced:
  - This is disgusting!
  The woman laughed:
  - Well, what about giving you a blow job? Many women give men blow jobs with pleasure! So why don't you lick my clit right now and do it skillfully!
  The young man winced:
  - Maybe it"s better without it!
  The redhead frowned:
  "Then I won't hire you! It's a very lucrative job, and it's rare for a man to get it. Okay, I'll give you another hundred dollars!"
  And the woman took out a hundred dollar bill. And added:
  - You'll have to use your tongue a lot, so study hard, student!
  Slava asked pleadingly:
  - Well, at least wash yourself...
  The redhead nodded:
  - Okay! Just for the sake of your youth and since it's the first time. But remember, if a woman asks you and pays, fulfill all her wishes and without any whims.
  And she, naked, curvy, and plump, approached the shower. She took the showerhead in her hand and turned on the warm water. She felt the sperm wash off her vagina. And she felt very good.
  Now he has to teach a very handsome, but inexperienced young man the art of a gigolo and how to please women.
  And this is also something you need to know how to do. Many men find it repulsive to use their tongues on a woman's vagina. They even consider it shameful. Although a man's tongue can bring considerable pleasure.
  Some even refused to work as strippers because of this. What do these studs think they're only interested in shoving their rods into women's wombs and stroking young women's nipples?
  No, a young man should also pay a fee to service an old woman and fulfill all the clients' desires. Of course, many young women frequent strip clubs, as do middle-aged women in good shape. Old women aren't frequent clients; their desire fades with age, and older women have stronger morals. But strippers should work with them, too.
  And of course, their main goal is to please the woman, not themselves. So that she'll order him again and pay for him. And this, of course, requires skill.
  Maybe even more so for female prostitutes on the streets. And it's important to understand that the fair sex are delicate creatures, and sometimes you need to attract them with your wits and keep them talking. Some, for example, enjoy groping males themselves. And some can even beat you with a whip, or... well, just so you don't injure them.
  And another woman won't even have sex, she just wants a heart-to-heart talk. And some women like to get men drunk, until they squeal like pigs, and then get drunk themselves.
  And there are all sorts of clients. But her men have one advantage: they only work with women. In other brothels, Slavka would probably be ordered to offer both her ass and mouth to a male for money! But this way, he'll work conscientiously. And for her pleasure. He's practically a virgin, which is especially exciting for a lustful female.
  The red-haired brothel owner lay down on the couch and spread her legs. Her pussy was clean-shaven. She beckoned to Slavka:
  - Well, come here, handsome!
  That naked, muscular, handsome guy tiptoed up to her.
  His skin is tanned, his hair is light golden, and the young man himself is simply a cutie, what a handsome man. What a man!
  The redhead took it and nodded:
  - Well, come on, lick!
  The young and very handsome, naked gigolo knelt down. His face came close to her. It was the first time Slavka had made love to a woman like this, and he was deeply ashamed. But at the same time, the shame also brought arousal. And his masculine perfection rose again.
  The brothel owner muttered:
  - Well, come on, lick it, don't be afraid!
  Slavka poked his face in and gently touched her clitoris with his lips. The scent of a fresh, still young and strong female body was pleasant. It was more arousing than repulsive. And the pussy itself was smoothly shaved, like that of a very young girl.
  And so the young man opened his mouth and pulled out his tongue. He carefully touched the entrance to the cave. His tip felt the slightly salty surface. It was slippery, glossy.
  The young man licked it timidly. Nothing terrible happened.
  The red-haired woman encouraged:
  - Be brave, be brave! Lick it like you licked the ice cream.
  Slavka licked again. And suddenly felt nauseous. He was actually licking a woman here. Right next to her private parts.
  Ryzhukha noted:
  - Don't be embarrassed! In the East, even sultans licked women like that! Later, I'll give you a blow job!
  The promise of a blowjob had its effect on Slavka. And arousal overcame the bout of nausea and vomiting. He licked again, twice. And felt inspired, like an artist whose brushstrokes are beginning to come together.
  And his tongue began to work vigorously. He felt Venus's clitoris and vagina become wet. But this moisture tasted pleasant. And it was like honey to swallow.
  Slavka was working and getting excited. His dick was so swollen it was starting to hurt.
  And the tongue worked mechanically, energetically. The red-haired woman moaned loudly. She was experiencing another orgasm, and such a powerful one. It evoked the most powerful admiration.
  And Slava was wildly aroused. He was now a male prostitute. It was both embarrassing and at the same time a complete turn-on.
  The young man was delighted. Even when the brothel owner came with a wild scream and splashed liquid in his face.
  Then, keeping her word, she leaned over and took his young, large perfection into her mouth.
  The redhead used to work on the prostitute's street. And she had to do this often. If the client is clean and doesn't stink, there's nothing offensive about a blowjob. In fact, it's pleasant to feel a hot, pulsating penis with your tongue. And its smell even excites the woman and turns her on!
  Why is it that many members of the fair sex don"t like making love this way?
  Because of prejudice, of course. In India and the East, this is a completely normal and widespread form of sex. What's wrong with us?
  The brothel owner vigorously licked the handsome young man's penis. Slavka's eyes rolled back in excitement and amazement. And he came again, his sweet spurt pouring into the woman's vagina.
  The brothel owner remarked that the young man's sperm was very tasty and sweet. It was so pleasant to swallow, and she even savored it.
  And how delicious it all is.
  She even held the handsome man's seed in her mouth, rolling it under her cheeks.
  Well, that's good!
  The brothel owner commanded:
  - Good girl, lick me a little more!
  The young man nodded eagerly. And he did so with even greater enthusiasm. Of course, he hadn't dreamed of a career as a gigolo. He had other ideas and dreams.
  In particular, he even wrote science fiction stories. Let's even take this one.
  Space pirates arrived on Earth in a flying saucer. They decided to help Hitler in World War II. As a result, the Nazis won. And the space pirates themselves were appointed governors of the occupied territories.
  And all seemed well for them. But Hitler died, and her successor, the wily Schellenberg, decided to get rid of the star guests.
  But it was not possible to do this quietly, and a new major war began.
  The rather long story enjoyed success and popularity, but brought in no money.
  And in general, the times have come to such a point that literature cannot make money.
  The nineties were probably the golden age for writers. The internet wasn't widespread yet, censorship had been abolished, and you could write whatever you wanted.
  And people have not yet forgotten how to read.
  And now? Try to make money.
  Slavka, for example, is now working his tongue, and the woman cums again. Then she begins licking his pulsating, jade-like shaft again.
  The young man is getting worked up... Yes, it's delightful. How much fun the gigolo is having.
  And the waterfall erupted again.
  The phone rang and the red-haired woman reluctantly interrupted.
  As it turns out, Slavka seems to have gotten lucky. He's been accepted into a strip club. Now he's supposed to dance for the women and service them.
  The most annoying thing was the other male strippers. Almost all of them were older than Slavka, muscular, and fit. For some reason, women are attracted to muscles and hire these big guys to dance with.
  They made fun of Slavka, which made the young man feel embarrassed.
  But on the catwalk, when there are so many women around, it's exciting and arousing. And there are lots of young and beautiful women.
  It's surprising why such beauties pay gigolos when they themselves can earn a decent amount of money on the street?
  Slavka slowly and sexily undressed as he danced. He kicked off his boots, revealing his legs, graceful like those of a young girl, yet strong and tanned.
  Stripping down to his swimming trunks, he approached the women. They groped him and stuffed money into his trunks. One even grabbed the young man's penis with her right hand, leaned over, and licked it several times. Slavka barely restrained himself from cumming.
  Women grope him like a whore. And this arouses and shames him.
  One of them tickled my heel, and the other one kissed my butt. It's really cool here.
  Most of the women are pretty good and in full swing.
  According to strip bar custom, every newcomer is considered a virgin and is auctioned off for the night to wealthy women. This is quite profitable for the establishment.
  Moreover, when there is bargaining, it excites the fair sex so much that they give simply absurd amounts of money for the night.
  This has already become a tradition, and a good tradition.
  After the dance, Slavka splashed around in a small pool. Then he was oiled and covered with blankets.
  The red-haired mistress also ordered knee-high boots. The veils were designed to expose the young man completely. This is how you can collect the maximum amount of money by seducing women.
  Slavka, like a prized slave, was being sold at auction. And it looked piquant. Usually women are sold like that, but here was a very handsome guy, with the gentle face of a pretty girl.
  Well, this was quite a spectacle to behold.
  Elena was also preparing to bargain. Payment was required in dollar cash, so she withdrew a whole bag of green bills from her card.
  She really liked this cute boy. And she decided that at any cost, she would spend the night with him. Although it could cost her dearly. And what if her elderly husband found out?
  Elena sang with a sigh:
  How tired I am of my lousy husband,
  The old man is bald and smelly...
  Girls, you know your lot in life is to suffer,
  There are always clouds on the horizon!
  
  But of course he is rich,
  His assets are billions...
  And only to rob talent,
  He is the main crook in this business!
  And the young woman laughed at the not-so-happy song. Although, on the other hand, many envy her. And why doesn't she have enough men?
  Elena was so promiscuous and accustomed to sex that she had a constant itch between her legs.
  And even a vibrator didn't help. She's such a slut and proud of it.
  Elena felt her slit burning. And she really wanted it. She remembered how she made love to the African. He had such perfection. And he literally impaled her like a skewer.
  Elena then experienced several powerful orgasms and received more money.
  She thought how wonderful it was to be a prostitute. So much pleasure and income. And it was so great with men.
  You are like a cat with them, and a very wild cat.
  Elena was a very beautiful and shapely slut, large, muscular, with developed forms.
  She had plenty of clients. Being a prostitute requires a calling. Not all women like her. But Elena had a natural instinct and skill. She worked wonders in bed.
  And her tongue is also very nimble! Even now, when she films men, she makes sure to lick them so they cum in their mouths, and get more pleasure, and really get turned on.
  By the way, Elena was also sold at auction to men several times.
  And she was stripped naked in full view of everyone, and then taken away overnight. Alas, she lost her virginity too early and couldn't put it up for sale. But what's it like to stand naked on a platform while hundreds of men stare at you with hungry eyes?
  Oh, how exciting it is! And you feel such pleasure and enjoyment while doing it.
  Elena always wanted men, and even less often women. She really enjoyed lovemaking. And she adored sex.
  But she never knew love like in movies or novels. She didn't experience romantic amorousness, only animalistic, depraved lust.
  But this young man was something special. Although he was much younger than her, he had a certain intelligence about him.
  And for the first time Elena felt in herself something other than the animal instinct of a lustful female.
  And this something made my heart beat anxiously and I felt a special mood within me.
  Elena sang:
  My fate, do not spare the good,
  Be beautiful, and that means be wise...
  Let me embrace the young man,
  Let the thread of the young maiden not be broken!
  She really wanted sex, and she called the gigolo on her smartphone, transferring money to the establishment"s account.
  A young man of about twenty, handsome and well-built, approached her.
  Elena pulled down her panties and spread her legs. He knelt down and began enthusiastically working his tongue between her legs.
  Elena stroked his hair and powerful neck, moaning with pleasure. Alphonse was experienced and worked professionally. He also seemed to enjoy it, the younger and more beautiful the woman.
  Elena moaned and took a banana in her mouth. She began gnawing on it, skin and all, which was delightful.
  Yes, it is very beautiful.
  Elena recalled how, during her prostitution days, clients also licked her. Yes, that happened.
  And they paid money and gave her great pleasure. Which pleased her extremely.
  Yes, it's good to be a prostitute. It's a job that requires talent and imagination. And a very strong mind. And Elena is a very remarkable girl in terms of intellect.
  And she loves sex so much. And the gigolo's tongue makes her moan with pleasure. Now that's truly delicious.
  Elena grinned, and then another deep moan, and the shaking of her body from orgasm, followed by relaxation.
  Yes, this is lovely...
  The billionaire grabbed the gigolo's penis with her hands and squeezed his balls hard, causing him to groan in pain.
  And she cooed:
  Sex girls is sex,
  How offensive to you...
  Never get tired of it,
  Never ashamed!
  But still, being paid is better than paying yourself. There's nothing to be said about that.
  And you can lick the penis too...
  And she kicked the gigolo in the balls with her heel. He screamed and jumped up.
  The young woman laughed and replied:
  - Well, how do you like the dog?
  He nodded:
  - You are charming, madam!
  Elena nodded:
  - Then take off your pants!
  Alphonse obeyed. His manhood was quite large and looked appetizing.
  The billionaire's wife nodded:
  - Now come to me!
  He approached her. And Elena greedily grabbed his cock with her lips. It's no wonder she's a professional and knows how to lick. And most importantly, she really enjoys it.
  And let's skillfully work with the gigolo's throbbing rod. He chuckled contentedly.
  Women often lick men's balls and even pay for oral sex. It's a great pleasure for them. And who doesn't know that?
  And the gigolo gets paid and enjoys himself. And that's great. That's a profession. And you have beautiful women and foreign currency. How can you not live and enjoy life here?
  The young man sang:
  I love it, brothers, I love it,
  It's a pleasure to live, brothers...
  The gigolo doesn"t have to bother with the girls!
  Elena nodded:
  - You have quite a perfection! And I am very pleased. And do you want something else?
  He sang with a smile:
  Alphonse is always healthy,
  Alphonse is ready for anything!
  There are many of us fists!
  There are countless debts!
  Elena confirmed:
  - Yes, you're ready! And I'm ready!
  It felt good to lick a young, handsome, muscular man's penis. And Elena worked, remembering Emmanuel, who'd also been into it. She did it with great enthusiasm. And how wonderful it was, so pleasurable, and it aroused women to orgasm!
  And then the man finished, and a stream of sperm flowed into the young woman"s mouth.
  Elena swallowed greedily and it was very tasty.
  After which she let go of the gigolo and calmed down a little.
  The time was approaching for the auction, when a very handsome young man would be put up for auction, gradually undressing him.
  And that's very good. She'll be trading with other lustful vixens.
  This is what passionate and hot women can be like sometimes.
  Elena thought that being a female was better in some ways than being a male. For example, it was easier to fleece a man and make money on the prostitute's side. And, of course, it was easier for a woman to marry a billionaire than for a man to marry a billionairess.
  She has a very rich husband-I wish he'd die soon! And her life is so good and cool!
  Elena sang:
  It's good to have billions,
  And know to bathe in money...
  But sometimes the tonsils fail,
  And the gigolo has nothing to do with it!
  And she just bursts out laughing.
  
  The Girl and the Ninja Ant
  ANNOTATION
  A barefoot girl found herself in a world of magic and teeming with magical, incredible creatures. To earn eternal youth, she had to battle the Ninja Ant and overcome many other challenges.
  CHAPTER No 1.
  Here she is, picking berries in the forest. It's almost an ordinary forest. The only trees you see are those that resemble violins stuck into the trunks. But that's interesting, too.
  Albina ran her palm along one of these strings. A creaking sound was heard, and a gnome appeared.
  The girl squeaked:
  - Wow!
  The gnome was the size of a squirrel, very small. But he held a magic wand in his hand.
  He looked at the tall, barefoot girl in a simple, white peasant dress and asked:
  - What do you want, girl?
  Albina blurted out:
  - I want to become the empress of all Russia!
  The gnome chuckled and muttered:
  - Ah, so that's what you want! Good ambitions!
  The girl nodded:
  - And if the whole world, then even better!
  The gnome whistled:
  - Really? And do you remember the story about the old man, the old woman, and the goldfish?
  Albina was offended:
  - I'm not an old woman at all. I'm only fifteen years old.
  The little man with the cap nodded and asked:
  - Did you finish school?
  The girl replied with a sigh:
  - Not yet!
  The gnome nodded his cap again:
  - And you want to rule the world?
  Albina noted:
  - I have a boyfriend. He's a real genius. Let him be emperor, and I'll be empress.
  The gnome asked:
  - Also a boy?
  The heroine girl nodded:
  - Yes, a boy. But such a great genius that there has never been anyone like him in human history.
  The little man nodded:
  - Yes, I know! He's made such a mess of history, worse than Genghis Khan. And he'll make even more if he's not stopped.
  Albina logically noted:
  - It is better for the planet to have one major dictator for everyone than two hundred smaller despots in different countries!
  The gnome nodded:
  - Perhaps! At least one king won't steal from himself, and he won't allow a nuclear war to break out between states that would destroy the entire Earth.
  The heroine girl agreed:
  - You see, you understand. So give us power over planet Earth!
  The little man in the cap remarked:
  "This requires great, or rather, immense magical power. And I'm just a little gnome. Only the higher demiurge gods can grant you such power."
  Albina muttered:
  - So lead us to these Gods.
  The gnome noted:
  "It's a long road to them, girl. And it's not a given that they'll fulfill your request. One must be worthy of global power. And you, just mischievous teenagers who haven't even finished school yet. How can you be given such colossal responsibility?"
  The girl sighed heavily and answered:
  "I don't know! But there's still no one better than us. And Vitaly Akulov is such a genius. I'm sure he can use his power over the planet for good. And lead humanity to the stars."
  The gnome nodded:
  "I'll fly to the Mirror of Truth for now and see more closely what Vitaly Akulov is really like. And you, pick some big, sweet berries to treat me to!"
  Albina nodded:
  - Okay! I'll do it.
  After which, the gnome waved his wand and disappeared.
  And a barefoot, beautiful girl in a simple peasant dress began to pick berries. She did this with her delicate, yet long and graceful fingers.
  Then I tried picking berries with my bare, girlish feet. But it was more difficult and awkward.
  The girl worked and sang cheerfully:
  Raspberry berry,
  The distance beckoned me...
  Before dawn it's autumn,
  Waiting in gold...
  How these sparkled,
  Sparks at dawn,
  Ah, how sweet the raspberries were!
  The girl was picking berries into a basket. And not raspberries, but something like strawberries, only brighter, and resembling rosebuds. Yes, it was a beautiful berry.
  The girl thought, why does she need power over the world? So many worries and troubles, not a single free minute. And although millions bless you, millions also curse you! And most importantly, with virtually any decision, there are victims and dissatisfied people.
  For example, what about alcohol? On the one hand, it's harmful, but on the other, for many people, vodka is the only joy in life! Even though it's bitter and disgusting.
  Albina had certainly seen a lot in her life, but vodka tasted so disgusting that it was impossible to understand adults drinking such vile stuff. Cigarettes, however, were even more disgusting, and many girls smoked. They say they wanted to be thinner.
  But Albina is a fleshy, muscular girl, like a thoroughbred horse. Why should she be skinny? And she's perfectly happy with it.
  Seriously, should a girl be a skeleton? And yet she has not a drop of fat, only muscle!
  The girl was picking berries and began to sing again:
  Kalinka, Kalinka, my Kalinka,
  My raspberry, my raspberry!
  I picked a whole bag of raspberries,
  And from this weight I tore my side!
  After which he suddenly bursts into laughter. Yes, this looks extremely funny.
  And she also wanted some guy to stroke her strong, muscular legs. And it felt good, like a cat's.
  The gnome finally appeared. And the basket was already full. She handed it to the gnome. A very beautiful, but small, girl with wings appeared next to him.
  She shook her wand, sparks flew from it, and chirped:
  - Hello, honey!
  Albina nodded:
  - Hello! Who are you?
  The girl with wings replied:
  - I'm a fairy!
  The heroic girl nodded:
  - That's what I thought! So what about Peter Pan?
  The fairy shook her head:
  - No! I'm different! But I'm also very strong, and I can give you the power of flight. Or eternal youth!
  Albina whistled:
  - Eternal youth is great, but what about power over the world?
  The fairy grinned and replied:
  - And you will be the queen?
  The girl corrected:
  - Empress!
  The fairy shrugged:
  "That's hard to achieve. Better yet, ask for eternal youth. That's what women have always wanted more than anything else, more than power."
  Albina nodded:
  - Fine! From you I will take eternal youth. And I will ask other fairies or wizards for power over the world!
  The fairy moved her wings and noticed:
  - Eternal youth must be earned. For example, what can you do?
  The girl, proudly straightening her back, said:
  "I have a black belt in Taekwondo! And I helped Vitalik perform real miracles."
  The fairy nodded with a smile, asking:
  - What do you prefer, a sword fight or an intellectual battle?
  Albina shrugged and replied:
  "Fighting with swords, that's Kendo! I only know it for fun. Although I'm a clever warrior. And I'm no fool when it comes to intelligence! So I'm ready for both!"
  The fairy grinned and remarked:
  - How about a sword fight with a goosebump ninja?
  The girl scratched the top of her head and remarked:
  "Ninja-ant, that sounds pretty menacing! I don't really want to get involved. Maybe we should test our wits instead?"
  The fairy noted:
  - What if you fight the ninja goosebumps not with swords, but with bare hands and feet?
  Albina nodded:
  "I'm a beast in battle! I'm perfectly prepared to fight, even with a ninja-goose, if unarmed!"
  The fairy with wings nodded:
  - Come on, let's fight then!
  And the little sorceress waved her wand. A very combative ninja appeared before the girl. More precisely, he was a head shorter than Albina. And he really did look like an ant, only wearing a mask. And he had six limbs, in which he held swords and daggers.
  The fairy chirped:
  - Put down your weapon! We'll fight with our bare hands!
  The goosebump ninja put down his swords and daggers, noting:
  - It"s somehow awkward for a renowned warrior to fight with a barefoot girl!
  The fairy nodded in agreement:
  "I understand! But this girl wants to be forever young and beautiful. And nothing in this world, or any other, can be achieved simply like that. So, to achieve that, she must defeat you and, of course, answer three questions."
  Albina said with resentment:
  - What, do I still have to answer questions?
  The fairy nodded with a smile:
  - Of course! But you'll not only gain eternal youth, but also... If something gets cut off, it will all easily grow back. And no one will ever be able to hurt you. And that's already pretty cool.
  Albina agreed:
  - Yeah, that's cool. It's worth the effort.
  The winged sorceress explained the rules of the battle:
  "You'll have six rounds. Knockout, just like in classic professional boxing. If you're knocked down, retreat to the corner until the referee counts. If no one is knocked out within six rounds, the victory will be determined by points."
  Ninja-Ant noticed:
  "Then let's go straight to twelve rounds, like the pros! Let's fight for real!"
  The fairy nodded her head:
  - Twelve is possible! But I hope there will be a knockout!
  And again she waved her magic wand.
  A ring with ropes immediately appeared, and the referee was a girl in a tracksuit.
  Albina took off her peasant dress so that it would not interfere with the fight.
  After which, she was left in just a bikini. Her muscles were now very visible. They were so defined, and the girl herself was beautiful, and a stunning blonde.
  She, I must say, is simply an unimaginably magnificent beauty.
  And the girl"s face is, at the same time, gentle, almost childish, but with a masculine chin.
  Both fighters bowed to each other. The gong sounded, signaling the start of the fight.
  Albina was already a seasoned fighter, having trained in martial arts since the age of three. She could see that her opponent was shorter, and even shorter in limbs-well, what can you expect from an ant?
  However, ants are very strong and agile insects and should be kept at a distance.
  And the girl kicked the ninja ant in the stomach with her bare foot. It stopped, taking the blow. Then it lunged at Albina.
  The powerful girl met him with a kick from her bare shin. The insect ninja was covered in a chitinous shell, and therefore the trained girl's powerful blows had virtually no effect on him.
  Albina stopped the goosebump ninja's attack several times with kicks and also landed three punches to the head. And so far, she hasn't been hit even once.
  The first round ended and both opponents went to their corners.
  The fairy remarked with a smile:
  - Why do you let her beat you up!?
  The goosebump ninja replied:
  - I'm just getting my bearings!
  The gong sounded, and the fighters began to close in again. Then the goosebump ninja suddenly accelerated and slammed his paws into Albina's chest. The girl was thrown off her feet. She fell on her back, her bare heels dancing in the air.
  The referee began counting the knockdown. Albina, however, immediately jumped up. And she rushed furiously to fight back. Her bare, tanned, muscular legs spun like propellers.
  But the goosebump-ninja blocked them with his paws. He parried the attacks. And then suddenly accelerated. And again his paws hit the girl in the stomach and chest, leaving bruises and abrasions. And then a headbutt to the nose. And juice ran down Albina's face. And the girl herself fell.
  Truth got up, but the referee still started counting the knockdown.
  Yes, Albina's affairs were not going well.
  The fairy chirped, waving her magic wand:
  - Well done, ninja-ant! You seized the initiative!
  The ninja fighter accelerated again. And knocked Albina down again. He hit her quite hard, and the girl fell and jumped up, fighting back.
  The goosebump ninja hissed:
  - Whether you are on horseback or on foot,
  Super champion...
  The devil will attack you,
  An army of millions!
  Albina rushed to fight back, but encountered strong blocks. Her attack was repelled. The sharp end of the paw caught the girl on her bare sole, causing a blister.
  The gong sounded to end the round.
  The girl, limping and staggering, retreated to her corner. Yes, she had been soundly and thoroughly beaten.
  Albina plopped down in a chair and began breathing heavily. Hmm, she'd never faced an opponent like this before. And the opponent wasn't a human, but a ninja ant. Which was quite serious.
  Here comes the gong again and a new round!
  Albina tries to reach her with her kicks again. But the enemy, being an insect, is faster than a human. And then he breaks through again with his short legs, grabs the girl by her bare foot, and yanks her around, throwing her around like a doll.
  Albina rises, but another hard blow follows, right in the chest. Bruises remain, and the girl falls.
  He gets up and gets punched in the face again. And this, it should be noted, also hurts.
  Albina felt a bruise swelling under her eye. Yes, the fight turned out to be very difficult.
  The Ninja Turtle is clearly dominating and leading on points. And again, he punches the girl in the face.
  Albina fell and the gong sounded to end the round.
  The girl had literally crawled into her corner.
  The fairy flew up to her and asked:
  - Do you understand why you are losing?
  Albina replied with a sigh:
  - Because it's an insect!
  The fairy nodded and asked:
  - Do you want to become twice as fast?
  The girl confirmed:
  - Of course I want to!
  The girl with wings said:
  - Answer this question correctly. And then you'll really be fine!
  Albina answered with a smile:
  - Well, I'm ready!
  The fairy chirped:
  - Why does God have so many days!?
  The heroine girl widened her eyes and muttered:
  - What a question! I didn't understand its meaning.
  The fairy stated decisively:
  - You don't need to understand the meaning. Just answer as best you can and understand!
  Albina grinned, and then, feeling inspired, said:
  - Because God was able to do many things during these days!
  The sorceress girl nodded:
  - Well done! You answered correctly this time. And your speed has doubled.
  The fairy waved her wand. And indeed, Albina's muscles swelled with phenomenal strength.
  And so she rushed into battle. And her bare feet flashed. And then the blow landed in the ninja-goose's stomach. Even the trained Albina herself appreciated the speed and force of the blow and the concussion that pierced her.
  Albina muttered with anger:
  - Get a fascist grenade,
  Sing a serenade to remember!
  The goosebump ninja tried to attack her. But Albina's now-faster legs managed to meet him. And they hit her chitinous shell.
  It was clear that Murashka was uncomfortable with these blows, but they weren't causing any serious damage. The girl kept hitting, but she was outscoring her opponent and now had the lead on points. More precisely, she won the round.
  In the end, Albina even performed a low kick and knocked her opponent down.
  They dispersed to the corners, and the ninja-ant already looked crumpled.
  The fairy flew up to the heroic girl again and noted:
  "You're already fighting pretty well. But do you want to double your speed and strength again?"
  Albina nodded in agreement:
  - Of course I want to! What do I need to do?
  The magical girl said with a smirk:
  - Answer one more question.
  The heroine girl answered confidently:
  - I'm ready!
  The fairy cooed:
  - Why is it so cold in winter that it stings the children"s noses!
  Albina grinned and replied:
  - What a question! But it's meaningless and open to a multitude of possible answers.
  The sorceress girl replied:
  - This is just for humor. Try and give a witty answer.
  The heroine girl said:
  - Because there is frost in winter, it pinches the children's noses, because I am not old enough to cut off the nose by the roots!
  The fairy nodded:
  - Yes. That counts! And your speed and strength will double again.
  And the sorceress girl shook her magic wand.
  And Albina felt a new, incredible surge of strength and energy.
  She rushed into the ring with fury and attacked the goosebump ninja.
  And they started hitting him. Every blow was like a sledgehammer. And the insect fighter began to fall and collapse quite heavily.
  Albina hit her opponent, and he fell and rose with difficulty. However, the entire round was dominated by the girl.
  Then she proudly jumped back into the corner.
  The fairy asked with a smile:
  - Do you want double the speed and strength?
  Albina nodded:
  - Okay! Go ahead!
  The sorceress girl asked a riddle again:
  - Why and from what do wolves howl at the moon?
  Albina laughed and answered confidently:
  - Wolves howl because they can't eat the moon!
  The fairy noted with a smile:
  - You really are a genius. I think you deserve a lot!
  And the sorceress girl twirled her magic wand again.
  Albina literally soared into the air. She was now filled with such incredible strength and energy.
  And so she rushed at the goosebump-ninja. And with her bare, round heel, she kicked him in the chin. And the insect fighter fell, knocked out.
  The referee counted to ten and announced:
  - Albina won by knockout! Well done!
  And she raised the girl's hand up.
  Albina sang:
  -The girl isn't even afraid of death,
  She is not afraid of any horde...
  The woman will fight the enemy heroically,
  And even when dying, he will win!
  The fairy solemnly announced:
  - Since Albina defeated the powerful fighter and answered all three riddles correctly and, most importantly, wittily, she is granted eternal youth and absolute tissue regeneration.
  And the sorceress made a figure eight with her wand. And then a miracle happened: Albina gained virtual immortality.
  And the heroine girl began to sing:
  Nothing on Earth passes without a trace,
  And youth that has passed is still immortal...
  How young we were,
  How sincerely they loved!
  The peaks have been conquered,
  In spite of the storm of fate!
  
  PUGACHEV, TSAR OF RUSSIA
  Yemelyan Pugachev was besieging Orenburg. Things weren't going well for the rebels. The Tsar's regiments were approaching. The self-proclaimed Tsar was reluctant to lift the siege of Orenburg, but dividing his forces was also risky. In real history, the rebels did split up and were defeated piecemeal, first at Tatishchevo and then at Beloozersk. This decision proved to be a mistake.
  But then a boy named Oleg Rybachenko arrived at Yemelyan Pugachev's camp. Despite the snow still lying on the ground and the end of February, the boy was barefoot and wearing shorts.
  They brought him to Yemelyan Pugachev. The boy walked confidently. Running barefoot through the snow was more of a pleasure than torture. Especially in an immortal body.
  The boy proposed a plan to Yemelyan Pugachev:
  "Let's take the uniforms of the Tsar's soldiers-we have plenty of them-and dress them up as rebels and Cossacks. We'll stage a battle, like a shooting range. And then we'll drive the captured Pugachevites into the city. They'll think they're Tsarist troops and let us into the fortifications, and then we'll attack them!"
  Emelyan Pugachev approved:
  - Well, you're a real daredevil! What a smart guy! I grant you the rank of esaul!
  Oleg bowed and answered, humming with a grin:
  - Yesaul, Yesaul, why did you abandon your horse? I couldn't bring myself to shoot him!
  The Cossack king nodded and replied:
  - You will be my adjutant! They will make you a uniform and boots!
  Oleg modestly noted:
  - It's easier to walk barefoot! And I don't get too cold with a bare torso!
  Yemelyan Pugachev stood. He was of average height, broad-shouldered, and although Oleg was the height of a typical twelve-year-old boy in the twenty-first century-that is, one and a half meters-the Cossack king was only slightly taller. By this time, Oleg was already a teenager, capable of fighting on equal terms with adults and holding the rank of officer.
  Emelyan ordered...
  - Well, why are you preparing this provocation so secretly?
  And how cleverly he inserted the scientific word.
  The Cossacks were preparing... They posted guards so that not a single living soul would find out. And a cunning trap was being laid.
  The enemy was still advancing, but there was still some time left; small detachments of rebels were attacking them. More precisely, fairly large, but disorganized crowds.
  Yemelyan Pugachev had nearly twenty thousand combat-ready troops at Orenburg. In reality, it was divided. Ten thousand Pugachevites fought against seven thousand tsarist troops at Tatishchi. The enemy outnumbered Pugachev's army in cannons and rifles, as well as in organization. But victory came at a high price! Furthermore, Pugachev himself acted rather uncouthly, abandoning the battlefield before the battle was over.
  Now the Pugachevites had a historic chance for a resounding victory.
  So they dressed over two thousand select soldiers in uniform. They made them shave. And the fact that the uniforms were worn is natural. And much more. The Pugachevites also had flags from previously captured battles, and drums, and so on.
  The play was planned to go off without a hitch. Yemelyan had nearly a hundred cannons in Berd, though half of them were unimportant. But there was something to fire off.
  To maintain the appearance of a real battle. Things aren't so bad for Pugachev yet. Half the Ural factories are under his control. Chelyabinsk is still Pugachev's, and Chika is firmly in Ufa. It's still late February, and the outcome of the war is uncertain, and Golitsyn's forces are far from Orenburg. In real history, in a month there will be the Battle of Tatishchevo, and the defeat of the peasant army. Which will lead to mass desertion of the rebels.
  Oleg, still barefoot and wearing shorts, gives orders and advice. Bearded men obey his almost tanned, fair-haired boy.
  Now the rebels are starting to fire. The guns roar, the gifts of death are spat out... Real destruction is unfolding.
  Oleg bares his teeth and roars:
  Glory to our holy Motherland! There will be a generation of poets! Great Yemelyan, dear one - your deeds will be sung!
  And plumes of smoke rise. A serious battle is being simulated. Of course, everything has to be presented convincingly. Especially since, of course, liberation awaits in a siege!
  Of course, they fire blanks to save cannonballs and grapeshot. And they use inferior gunpowder.
  Yemelyan Pugachev is still strong enough to take Orenburg - but the fortress is strong! And here cunning is needed.
  The soldiers and Cossacks are generally ready... More than two thousand disguised infantry and cavalry, and over three thousand supposed prisoners. Enough to seize the city by surprise.
  Oleg walked ahead of the prisoners. His boyish feet were slightly numb from running barefoot through the February snow for so long. He was already accustomed to the heat. But it didn't matter; the immortal boy's toes wouldn't freeze.
  And it turned out really great.
  Oleg smiles, leaving barefoot footprints against the white background. It's touching. Several boys from peasant families also ran barefoot. They're quite seasoned, even though they usually wear bast shoes in the snow.
  Here comes the army that defeated Pugachev's forces on Orenburg. And they're even humming a march.
  Indeed, the deception is simple, but effective. The gates are opened for them, and the Pugachev armada enters the main city of this region. Apparently, they are too confident that the dumb peasants are clueless, and they are routed.
  Now the rebels are fully engaged. The signal is given, and they rush at the defenders.
  Oleg cuts down two officers in a leap with his saber. And the boy desperately screams:
  - Surrender! The rightful king is with us!
  The defenders are confused. The soldiers offer almost no resistance. The fighting consists mainly of officers, merchant militia, and wealthy Cossacks.
  The fighting is fierce, but localized. More and more regiments are breaking into the city: Cossacks, men with stakes, Tatars and Bashkirs. The battle is fierce.
  Oleg Rybachenko also chops and shouts:
  - Surrender! You will all receive mercy, lots of money and freedom!
  It's clear the defenders' strength is rapidly waning, as is their will to fight. Even the officers are surrendering. The Cossacks, too, are reluctant to die.
  Oleg cut Matyusha Boron's throat, throwing a dagger with his bare toes.
  The battle died down almost immediately. The merchants fell to their knees and begged for mercy. The German governor and the fortress commandant were dragged in. Yemelyan Pugachev ordered them hanged.
  The captured soldiers were sworn in, and the officers were offered a choice: either serve Tsar Peter III or face the death penalty. They were split roughly in half. Some were executed. Others swore allegiance to Yemelyan.
  In the city itself, a rich treasury and much valuable material were captured, as well as almost ninety cannons and large supplies of gunpowder, bombs, and cannonballs.
  The colossal fortress finally fell after a lengthy siege. Pugachev's army had been significantly reinforced. Now it was time to march on Tatishchevo and confront Golitsyn with superior forces.
  Oleg himself went to Chika's aid. Mikhelson was to be cut down to prevent him from defeating the rebels near Ufa.
  The boy ran barefoot in shorts through the snow. Margarita joined him. The girl wore only a tunic and, of course, no shoes either. She was beautiful, with golden, curly hair, though dusty from working in the quarries.
  Margarita is beautiful, but still a child.
  Oleg asked her:
  - You weren"t an old woman yet... You don"t regret becoming a girl for a long time!
  Margarita answered with a smile:
  "And you weren't old, but you became a boy practically forever! Immortality comes at a price, and it's not an exorbitant one!"
  Oleg agreed with this:
  - Slavery for a time, but eternal life forever! Besides, we're so fast that we don't need horses!
  Margarita laughed and remarked:
  "Of course! We run faster than the most thoroughbred stallions. The immortal body is special, and it's more comfortable in the quarries, under the overseer's whip, than in a normal body on a featherbed!"
  Oleg Rybachenko nodded in agreement:
  - You can't argue with that! So let's live forever!
  And the Terminator kids picked up the pace. Oleg, of course, was very pleased. He's a great guy.
  Although doubts sometimes crept into my soul: was it right to kill Russian army officers? It was probably wrong! But the witch's task must be carried out. She changed Russian history and granted me an eternal, immortal body, albeit a child's, but one that was incredibly strong and fast. And for this, I must pay and serve.
  And who knows, maybe if Pugachev wins, Russia will only benefit?
  The boy and the girl knew approximately where the detachment of the tsar's troops was located, to which Mikhelson was supposed to arrive.
  Chika had twelve thousand organized troops near Ufa. He was close to taking the city, but twice he lacked a little luck and discipline.
  Of course, Mikhelson's forces were several times smaller, but in real history, he still won. So... This very talented commander needs to be captured or killed.
  And then we'll see. Without Mikhelson, the troops probably won't move on Chika. And then, Oleg Rybachenko has a plan: defeat Golitsyn and march on Ufa. Take that city, send reinforcements to the Urals and Siberia, and then advance on Kazan. Then the rebels will gain the upper hand.
  And the queen's troops will be attacked piecemeal. Furthermore, in any revolution, the more victories, the more supporters, and the weaker the enemy's resistance.
  So with every step, the rebellion would only grow stronger. Oleg was certain of it.
  And Margarita, the girl who runs faster than a racehorse, is with him, and together they will cut down the enemies.
  The young warriors took up ambush. Mikhelson and a small escort were supposed to arrive at his regiment. The child terminators were already waiting for him there.
  Oleg and Margarita, brandishing their sabers, charged the escort. They cut down several hussars on the spot. The rest tried to shoot, but their bullets missed the immortal children. They hacked at their enemies with frenzied fury. Oleg Rybachenko even threw sharp discs with his toes. Margarita tried the same with her bare feet and succeeded.
  The boy and girl killed the enemy without further ado. Mikhelson tried to gallop away, but Oleg and Margarita caught up with him. They knocked him down and tied him up.
  Oleg lifted the lieutenant colonel onto his shoulders and carried him to Chika for trial.
  The immortal children scattered and killed fifty hussars, demonstrating that in exchange for eternal childhood they received very powerful abilities.
  Oleg, dragging Mikhelson on his shoulders, remarked:
  - How strong I have become!
  Margarita noted:
  "This just goes to show we made the right choice! And immortality is worth working for!"
  Oleg agreed with this:
  "Fighting is much more interesting than toiling away in the quarries. It's not hard in this body, but it's boring!"
  Margarita agreed:
  - Routine kills!
  In Chika's camp, two barefoot children-or rather, by the standards of that time, when people were younger than teenagers-didn't arouse much suspicion. If you're barefoot in the snow, you're poor, and on the side of the peasant king.
  Chika rewarded Mikhelson for capturing him by giving the children an imperial each - fifteen gold rubles.
  Michelson himself was offered: either serve the Tsar or the gallows!
  Mikhelson preferred the noose. But Oleg suggested giving this commander time to think. After all, they could always hang him. And Mikhelson could be quite useful.
  Chika agreed:
  - Time is of the essence!
  Oleg also suggested:
  - We must capture the Tsar's regiment while it's leaderless! To protect ourselves.
  Chika agreed:
  - Strike while the iron is hot!
  And the rebels attacked the tsar's troops. They attacked at night, and Oleg and Margarita carefully took out the sentries.
  The battle was relatively brief. Oleg, throwing a homemade disc from a broken scythe, killed the colonel who was acting as commander, and without him, morale plummeted. Furthermore, there were too many rebels, and this put a strain on the soldiers, and many officers as well.
  And who knows, maybe it's the real Tsar Peter III. And his legitimacy is greater than Catherine the Second's.
  Most of the regiment was captured. Cannons and rifles were captured.
  A complete victory for an army unprepared to repel an attack.
  And of course, Chika's triumph.
  But naturally, the children run back to Pugachev. He faces an army of seven thousand, including two thousand cavalry under Prince Golitsyn. Pugachev certainly has more troops, but his army is a motley crew. There are many unreliable former soldiers, poorly armed and trained peasants, Tatars, Bashkirs, and Kalmyks.
  The strongest core is the Yaik Cossacks. But they are not the most numerous. There are also Iletsk Cossacks, Orenburg Cossacks, and others.
  They are already running up to the Tatishchevo fortress, where a considerable army of the peasant tsar has gathered.
  Yemelyan Pugachev himself is riding around the positions on a white horse. Oleg Rybachenko watches this leader closely. Yemelyan Pugachev has the air of a lord. He's about average height, but on horseback, he seems taller due to his short legs and broad shoulders. Physically, the rebel leader is strong. You could see the way he chops and the power of his blows in battle.
  All in all, he's perfectly suited to the role of ataman. And the role of tsar? It's possible he's also suitable.
  Pugachev's army is vast. The convict Khlopusha has also arrived from the Iletsk defenses, gathering another fifteen hundred men. Yemelyan now has over twenty thousand fighters. They can hardly even fit into the fortress. They have three times the number of troops as Golitsyn, and more are still arriving.
  And Pugachev has twice as many cannons. He has quite a large supply of gunpowder and cannonballs.
  You can fight... But the army is a motley crew. There are peasants with spears, Bashkirs, Tatars, Kalmyks, Kyrgyz, and Kazakhs. There are also many former soldiers from various garrisons, who aren't entirely reliable. There are also Ural workers and Siberian riflemen. Cossacks-they form the core of the army.
  A large army, but too motley. Some of the soldiers and officers were captured quite recently in Orenburg.
  Some units are made up of peasants, useful only in hand-to-hand combat. And a horde of Asians, not particularly disciplined and often not fluent in Russian.
  So, despite formally having far more troops and even cannons, Yemelyan Pugachev is inferior to his enemy in terms of fighting power. The outcome of the battle is not as clear as it seems, based on a purely formal balance of power.
  Oleg Rybachenko understands this. Pugachev probably understands the same. Chika won because he caught his enemy off guard. And in real history, it was Mikhelson who won, being able to preemptively attack Chika's larger army.
  What should we do now? The fortress has been well fortified and doused with water, making the slopes icy and slippery. But we can't hold out for long.
  Oleg suggested to Emelyan:
  - Let's attack the enemies ourselves, Tsar-Father!
  Emelyan logically noted:
  - And won't they cover us with guns?
  Oleg suggested:
  - I will use Margarita to scout out the enemy, and we will strike right where he least expects it!
  The peasant king approved:
  - That's a good idea!
  And Oleg, with Margarita, grabbed a backpack with grenades and a pair of sharp sabers, rushed towards the enemy.
  The children ran almost naked, the boy in shorts and the girl in a tunic. Oleg remembered Jan's Spartacus. There was also a boy, Gita. And a woman in a tattered tunic, a dancer, sunburned. The boy was quite rebellious. Probably not a hereditary slave. Perhaps he had been captured. Then driven to Italy, stripped, and put up for auction. Although it's not true that Gita was bronzed from the sun, so they most likely drove him to the auction naked. And he walked so naked, barefoot, treading the rocky Italian roads. His bare soles burned, his calves ached. But the boy didn't lower his head.
  And the buyer started groping the boy, his naturally developed muscles, clearly thrilled by his smooth skin. Then he stuck his dirty fingers in his mouth. And Gita couldn't resist and bit him.
  After which a scuffle ensued. Yes, Gita was the boy Oleg himself had mistaken for Spartacus as a child. But no, he was a minor character after all.
  I wonder what if the Romans had decided to torture Gytha? After all, captured slaves are interrogated under torture.
  And the red-hot iron would touch the bare heel of the slave boy. Gita howled and repeated the same thing:
  - The slaves are running away and don"t want to fight!
  They cauterized his other heel for symmetry and released him. The boy, however, is forced to walk on his toes, which is quite painful. But Gita still managed to escape during the brawl.
  Perhaps the boy had worked in the quarries before this. He carried heavy stones, sweated profusely, and panted. He was lashed by the overseer's whip. It's very difficult in the very first days of work, when you don't like the light. But then you get used to it. The difficult becomes familiar, and the familiar becomes easy. But still, many slaves die. And Gita turned into a little wolf cub.
  Oleg thought perhaps the boy in the book "Spartacus" had been captured after the rebels were routed. And since he was still a child, he was sent in chains to the mines, to die slowly there. Or tortured, his muscular body burned with a red-hot rod. Then they poured salt on the burns and broke the toes of the young slave's bare feet. They dislocated his joints. Everyone was trying to find out where Spartacus had hidden the gold. Gita remained silent, gritting her teeth. They lifted him up and lowered him with a sharp pull on the rope.
  And the veins crackle with wild pain. And the boy loses consciousness. They pour ice water over him, bring him back to his senses. And the doctor feels his pulse to determine whether the torture can continue, or whether the victim should be given a rest, so that they can torment his young body again.
  Gita is tortured cruelly and for a long time. They sprinkle pepper on his wounds, beat him with hot wire, prick his nerve endings with needles, and a fire blazes beneath his bare feet. The executioner turns up the heat under the rack. There's a strong smell of burning, and every nerve is pulled.
  And then the red-hot iron touches the boy's bare chest, and he loses consciousness from the intense pain. They douse him with water again and bring him back to his senses. The executioner squeezes his testicles with tongs, the boy shivers from the intense pain, and then passes out again.
  Gita is being tortured... Someone has reported him as Spartacus's favorite and knows where he buried the treasure. And the Romans are torturing him... There's not a single patch of skin left on the boy that isn't burned or lacerated. But he remains silent. And the Romans are amazed at his fortitude.
  Crassus's wife is present at the torture. She watches eagerly as the handsome, fair-haired boy is tortured. It's arousing. And so, after yet another torture session, she orders Gytha brought to her and laid on a bed. She really wants to have sex with him herself.
  A still quite young and strong woman rode the young slave's manhood. Gita became a man for the first time. Then he had to lick her vagina with his tongue. Which was a little disgusting, but also unusual.
  And so Crassus's wife ordered the torture to cease, and the boy, who had grown somewhat during the rebellion, began to be fed better. And she made love to him.
  Gytha's wounds and burns healed like a dog. Having regained his strength, the boy seduced Crassus's lustful wife and fled her estate. He then hid in the mountains, forming his own gang of runaway slaves. Ultimately, all ended well. Crassus died during the war. Gytha joined Julius Caesar, made a respectable career, married, and had a slew of children. Spartacus's fate, however, remains unknown. His body was never found. Whether he died or escaped, the slaves didn't know.
  But they believed that, of course, their redeemer was alive.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova, once adults and now eternal, immortal children, approached Golitsyn's camp. Three generals were there. And the troops had been withdrawn from the Russian-Swedish border.
  While Tsarist Russia was at war with Turkey, the rebels were at peace. If Golitsyn were defeated, the Pugachevites would be able to seize the initiative once and for all. And even take Samara.
  Oleg and Margarita walked around the sentries... It's snowing, and it's not very clear.
  The boy thought he could kill the three generals and Colonel Bibikov, decapitating the Tsar's army. But that would be difficult.
  A boy and a girl step carefully through the snow, trying not to leave footprints. They are still children, after all. They approach the convoys carefully. The cannon is camped somewhere separately. The army is on the march. The frosts are no longer severe - it's March. But there is still snow. The bare feet of the young warriors hardly feel the cold, especially when they move. They quickly adapt to the cold.
  However, many children, even without superpowers, run barefoot in the snow, especially in these harsh times.
  Oleg thought it had been a while since he'd watched TV or played computer games. And that it was somehow scary without games.
  The boys approached the convoy, and Margarita suggested:
  - What if we set fire to the gunpowder warehouses?
  Oleg frowned and asked:
  - Do you think this is a good idea?
  The girl logically noted:
  - Without gunpowder, an army is not an army!
  Oleg nodded in agreement:
  - Let's try something!
  And the boy in shorts rushed toward the wagon trains. He and the girl killed three sentries with sabre blows and, using flint and hay, set fire to the wagon train, which contained gunpowder.
  It burst into flames, and a black cloud began to rise into the sky. Gunpowder began to explode...
  The boy and girl hid in the camp. Panic broke out. Golitsyn and two generals rushed out. This prince was screaming hysterically and pointing his fingers.
  Oleg threw the disc with his bare toes, and it whistled past, landing squarely on Golitsyn's neck. The prince, arms outstretched, fell. General Mansurov rushed toward him. But now, using her bare toes, Margarita used the weapon. And the second-in-command collapsed.
  The third was Feyrman, the one who fought the rebels alongside General Kar. With them was Colonel Bibikov, a relative of General-in-Chief Bibikov. Even with the keen eyes of immortal children, their shoulder straps could be spotted, despite the snowfall.
  Oleg and Margarita threw the discs with their bare toes again - their immortal bodies had this ability, like comic book heroes.
  And both chiefs were killed, their heads cut off.
  After which the Terminator boy and the Ranger girl began throwing discs at the officers. Fortunately, panic ensued after the commanders' deaths, and everyone assumed the camp had been attacked by Pugachev's men.
  However, two children are also colossal strength. And they kill officers, throwing sharpened discs. And they smash their throats, bursting arteries and veins.
  Children are difficult to spot in a snowstorm and are well camouflaged in snowdrifts.
  But the Tsar's troops are having a hard time. Oleg Rybachenko, throwing discuses, says:
  - Glory to great Russia!
  And again the disc, thrown by the boy"s bare toes, flies.
  Margarita does the same, throwing the sharply honed device with her bare fingers and howling aggressively:
  - For Yemelyan Pugachev!
  And these children work very actively and effectively. They chop and sabre. And they elect officers.
  Oleg Rybachenko sings:
  - White wolves are gathering in a pack!
  Margarita, throwing discs at her opponents with her bare toes, sings:
  - Only then will the family survive!
  The boy, continuing to wind up, mows down the enemy:
  - The weak perish, they are killed!
  The girl, throwing discs and killing officers, hisses:
  - Cleansing the sacred blood!
  The young warriors act in a very diverse manner, throwing grenades at their enemies.
  At that moment, the rebel cavalry charged the camp. It turned out that Yemelyan Pugachev had decided to attack first and had sent his numerous cavalry after the children.
  And the blow was sudden and well-timed. The steppe dwellers showered the soldiers with arrows, the Cossacks hacked with sabers, and the mounted men mounted them with spears.
  The will of the tsarist army was shattered, and its commanders were killed. Here is Yemelyan Pugachev personally slashing the last colonel with his saber and shouting:
  - My children, do you recognize the legitimate sovereign?
  Hundreds of soldiers and even many officers fall to their knees and scream:
  - We admit it! We certainly admit it!
  Resistance collapses. The infantry surrenders almost entirely, save for a few officers. The cavalry holds out somewhat longer. It includes many nobles. But the common cavalrymen also throw down their arms.
  Oleg and Margarita chop down the horsemen with their sabers, and throw sharp discs with their bare toes, and squeal:
  - A great people at all times,
  Great people - in the glory of Peter!
  And another boy and a girl are chopping and throwing more actively. The artillery has already been captured. And the horsemen are hit with grapeshot. They fall by the dozens. A total massacre ensues.
  Oleg sang with a grin:
  - Great Tsar Peter the First, always be an example for us!
  And he also takes and chops with two sabers, cutting off the heads of five at once.
  Margarita, cutting down her opponents, chirped:
  - My voices, and I am beautiful!
  And he just takes it and chops it down.
  The boy and girl are simply the embodiment of annihilation. And they work like electric scythes.
  Here comes another officer falling... The booming voice of Yemelyan Pugachev sounds:
  - Whoever serves me will receive a reward, and the rest will perish.
  The men with scythes have arrived. And they're fighting well against the cavalry. And the horse streams are thinning...
  The surviving horsemen also surrender. The battle is won again... Pugachev triumphs!
  Now the prisoners are being led in and sworn in. Soldiers generally bow to the impostor. Officers vary. Some choose the noose, while others swear allegiance to the new tsar. Besides, who knows, maybe the real monarch.
  Yemelyan Pugachev has a very commanding air. It's clear he's a man accustomed to commanding. And literally everyone bows before him.
  After those who refused to take the oath were amused, Yemelyan made an audit.
  Seventy-five cannons were captured-a significant number for those times. Golitsyn's troops had collected that many from the fortresses. The cannonballs and grapeshot were still there, but most of the gunpowder had been lost. But that was no big deal.
  There are more than five and a half thousand prisoners. The army has grown.
  The Tsar of the Peasants awarded Oleg the rank of colonel for his exploits, and Margarita the rank of captain.
  And he also granted three hundred rubles.
  The boy had quite a career. He could even rise to the rank of field marshal.
  And Emelyan gave a feast to begin with...
  And at the feast, they discussed what to do next. In short, they needed to strengthen their rear. They had to take Ufa, and before that, the Verkhoyaitskaya fortress, which was still holding out. They also had to send reinforcements to Kungur and Beloborodova. And occupy all the Ural factories. They had to acquire artillery and supplies, as well as rifles.
  In general, the atamans agreed to this. And after taking Ufa, they would march on Kazan.
  Another question is what to do with the city of Yaik? Should we storm it or leave it under siege for now?
  Yemelyan Pugachev wanted to spend a little time with his young wife Ustinya, so he took part of the cavalry and departed for the city. Ataman Ovchinnikov remained in temporary command. He was to march on the Vernekhneyaitskaya fortress, simultaneously gathering the forces of the steppe people. Reinforcements were being sent to the Urals. They even intended to take Tobolsk. A significant force was being assembled.
  The Cossack king rode with his cavalry to Yaitsk. Whatever one might say, this city was symbolic. But more than anything, Yemelyan wanted to create an heir to the throne. After all, war is war. And if they killed him, at least there would be someone to continue the line.
  Oleg and Margarita, together with the main army, are moving towards the Verkhneyaitskaya fortress.
  A boy and a girl are running along and are very happy...
  They even make jokes along the way.
  They exchange aphorisms;
  Oleg says, jumping up, and Margarita responds;
  The king is strong not by his crown, but by the coronation of success!
  A man is not a wolf, but he needs a pack even more!
  Drink, but don't get drunk, and if you do get drunk, don't get caught!
  The tyrant's speech is honeyed, like flypaper!
  He who falls for sweet talk is as smart as a fly!
  The tyrant is bitter in his deeds, but sweet in his speech!
  He who does not want peace will not see the feast!
  A man is only great if he does not waste himself on small things!
  Be patient, but don't be a patient!
  If you want to get trumps, don't be a jack!
  One blow is better than a thousand curses, and one slap is better than a hundred strokes!
  A king who undresses his subjects is always naked!
  People usually put shoes on to take them off!
  Stealing fills your pockets, but empties your soul!
  A tyrant loves power, but hates the one he rules over!
  An executioner is a profession that is sometimes necessary, but a person with a head is not loved!
  A tyrant can be killed, but not whitewashed!
  A man loves a beautiful word, but sometimes he burps up blood!
  He who looks into the past is always late!
  The future is foggy, but not far off!
  Don't spit in the past, you'll be spit on in the future!
  The tyrant is essentially a vampire, and he even speaks in a red voice!
  If you abuse sweet dreams, life will not be a bed of roses!
  Sweet dreams lead to a bitter awakening!
  By pouring honey out of your mouth too often, you attract bears to yourself!
  The tyrant loves blood and red speeches, but always strives for whitewashing!
  People are afraid of change, but the existing situation is never satisfactory!
  If you want to become a God, don"t choose a primate as your mentor!
  Sheep need a wise shepherd, not a stupid ram!
  A holy place is never empty, but holiness can be empty!
  Man, like God, is a creator, and like the devil, he creates problems for himself!
  A tyrant, like a wasp, has a sting, but cannot even give wings to himself!
  A politician is a fox, don't be like a crow, losing your daily bread, voters!
  Even if a man is seven feet tall, his stubbornness will turn him into a monkey!
  God has everything, man has no sense of proportion!
  It's easy to pray, but difficult to beg!
  Having imagination is good, being a dreamer is bad!
  Having the power of God, do not stoop to the ambitions of a primate!
  The monkey imitates, the man creatively adopts!
  The future does not lie in high mountains, but in great deeds!
  Youth is eternal in the heart, but old age is boring!
  Don't wag your tail like a fox, better hold your chest up like a wheel!
  War makes men mature, but you can't kill without reason!
  War will reduce your health, but it will increase your intelligence!
  Gold coins have the yellowness of treason!
  The executioner also has a heart, but with the hardness of an axe whetstone!
  Fight, don't die, you can wait a century!
  God is in every heart, but not in every head!
  Big ambitions reduce happiness!
  He who wants too much has the strength of a bubble!
  An empire is like a house; love and calculation are needed when building it, otherwise the roof will bleed!
  There is never enough of a good thing, but you still shouldn"t overeat!
  It's good to be rich, but it's unpleasant when everyone is milking you!
  If you want to be strong, don't weaken your mind!
  The muscles become stronger from contraction, and the bureaucratic apparatus becomes more efficient!
  Politicians love to talk, especially at the table!
  There is no greater liar than a politician who is fanatically convinced of his own rightness!
  God created woman for man, but Satan added a mother-in-law!
  A thief should go to prison, but the biggest thief gets the throne!
  He who stole a penny is a criminal, he who stole a billion is a great financier!
  With a callous soul you can"t feed the hungry with fresh bread!
  The more you steal, the lesser the punishment, but not in the next world!
  Don't let things slide, that doesn't mean keep them under control!
  The bank can support, but it"s like a hangman"s noose!
  He who has no support is pushed against the wall!
  Precision is the politeness of kings, but royal jesters strike with particular accuracy!
  A politician is often a jester, but rarely tells the truth!
  The jester loves to tell the truth, but often risks being stabbed!
  He who loves vodka hates his health and sanity!
  Vodka is clear, but it clouds your mind!
  A drunkard can move around in anything, but he himself is always on his knees!
  Choose with a clear head, without getting drunk on the sweet wine from the lips of politicians!
  Voting for the winner in an election will always leave you disappointed, while voting for the loser will always leave you annoyed!
  Whoever is not chosen will always have a feeling of mistake and disappointment!
  Voting for the same politician is like a violinist strumming on one string!
  Politicians on the throne need to be replaced. It's not a fact that the new dish is better, but in any case, it's fresh!
  Vote for the young, you yourself will become younger, if not in body, then in new work!
  He who sits on the throne for a long time becomes a pain in the neck for his subjects!
  No matter how piercing the bayonets, the tyrant manages to sit on them the longest!
  A wise tyrant will not imprison his enemies more than he will fool his friends!
  He who salutes the tyrant will forever march in formation!
  Democracy is good for the smart, average for the stupid, but tyranny is good only for the tyrant!
  The children composed a few aphorisms. Then they attacked a small detachment of hussars. They cut down some of them and then captured them.
  Verkhneyaitskaya Fortress. A very powerful citadel, it remained untaken despite being surrounded by rebels.
  The children run up to her, composing a few more aphorisms along the way.
  A tyrant is always weak in command: the wolf loves sheep and trembles before lions!
  A priest lies for the sake of truth, a politician for profit, and a drunkard for the sake of a glass!
  Luck does not always come through justice and diligence, but always goes away through negligence and laziness!
  It is good to have the strength of an elephant, worse is its agility, even worse is wisdom, and the worst is obesity!
  Everything in the world is relative, except that man is the center of the universe!
  The desire to achieve the power of God should not be combined with the morality of a gorilla!
  Scientists develop progress, but stimulate laziness!
  If you want to be healthy, run; if you don"t want to get hurt, run away!
  A man's strength is in his mind, but his weakness is in his tongue!
  A politician is like a fruit: the brighter, the more poisonous!
  A politician is like a boa constrictor, only more often he opens his mouth and swallows!
  The tyrant has a lot of cunning, but little decency!
  If you want to become higher than God, you will sink lower than a bug!
  No one lives forever, even the gods live only as long as humanity exists!
  Politicians want to rule forever, but they don"t want to work even for a couple of minutes!
  Don't trust politicians, and test the door's strength!
  However, not all that glitters is gold, but everything that glitters can be turned into a golden stream into your pocket!
  Even one warrior in the field is a warrior when he has a lot of courage!
  The endurance of the strong best restrains the passion of the enemy's impotent rage!
  You can screw up everything in life, but you can't live like a rotten person!
  Cunning is the mother of victory, if you also have a cavalier of good fortune with you!
  War is an eternal virgin - it cannot end without blood!
  War with a greedy grip is a harlot - it never gives victory for free!
  Every person is like a grain of sand in a desert, but unlike the vastest desert with its boundaries, this grain of sand has no limits to self-improvement!
  When the gods laugh, mortals cry, when the laughter of the gods becomes thunderous, the end of weak people is death!
  The most advanced technology is powerless when used primitively and with sophisticated inaction!
  What could tear the starry carpet from its hinges? An asteroid of human stupidity!
  Without the whip of repression, it is impossible to leap forward to achievements that bring liberation to all of humanity!
  The more sophisticated the brain's "twisting", the more force majeure twists it!
  A beggar is not he who is barefoot in body, but he who is not a boss in spirit!
  Aversion to sex breeds unhealthy morals!
  Humor at a funeral is as appropriate as a ball gown in a trench!
  Those who dawdle will never succeed, those who shatter illusions will achieve the truth! The winner is always right, even if success is achieved through shady tactics!
  The best gift from an enemy is when he gives power to an idiot!
  He who endures a collar will never become a stallion beloved by women!
  Freedom is doubly attractive to those who have managed to enslave their own sense of laziness and irresponsibility!
  He who often underestimates the enemy's ability to fight back will rarely receive the opportunity to reap a valuable victory!
  For those who love to spit, it's a piece of cake to make them shit themselves!
  One can speak a lot of fruitless phrases about God, but the useful deeds that will come from this are a mere sliver of what will not grow from watering a river of empty words!
  Winners are judged by their achievements and trophies...losers are simply judged! The winner has a magistrate, the loser a criminal one! The value and necessity of victory can be questioned, but defeat is always and undeniably of no benefit to anyone!
  The only benefit of defeat is that it teaches us to learn lessons and grow the seed of success from the tears shed over bitter mistakes!
  If you want to deceive your enemy, be a mystery to your friends too!
  If the enemy commander's plan is like an open book, then its pages will inevitably be stained with the blood of your comrades!
  The boy and girl continued to joke around while examining the strong fortress.
  The winners judge themselves, combining in themselves both prosecutor and lawyer, but in the end it is not they who pass the verdict, but history!
  The simpler the trick, the more difficult it is for the enemy to get out of the consequences of its use!
  The moment of impact, like a note in a melody, will ring a little too early or too late, and it will be out of tune! But even the whistles of a disappointed audience won't be heard from the grave!
  When you know who your enemy is, you won't have to recognize your friends in times of need!
  Don't lose the initiative, or you'll lose the sweet honey of victory and gain the bitterness of loss! When a boxer falters, hit him even harder, or your own limbs will give way!
  The enemy is sailing, the wind of annihilation in his sail!
  Who, having swum in battle, will drown in a puddle and burn at the root!
  Dirty magic, like soap suds, stings the eyes, but not the enemy's!
  Weeds grow well when things are bad with the reduction of stupid prejudices of gardeners!
  The most enjoyable learning process is sex! And most importantly, no one will refuse a retake!
  Sex is the only subject where everyone strives to get more points!
  The thing that sex and studying have in common is that a C is better than a D!
  And only a solid number one is the most satisfactory rating!
  He who stands when it is time to attack will not stand firm and will sleep in the coffin of the grave!
  The one who is always in a deadlock in life spews obscenities!
  The one who goes first with the trump card is only a laughingstock to the people!
  Anyone who wants to be in time for the awards ceremony must generously distribute gifts in the form of slaps!
  The vacuum won't burst, the sun won't fart!
  The bullet is not stupid, but the fool who shoots and misses is!
  Anyone who refuses to help people is wasting the time given by the Lord for the atonement of sins and repentance!
  Death never forgets, even those who are occasionally forgetful!
  A strong warrior, even alone, brings more benefit than a pack of weaklings, just as one sharp sickle cuts down a whole field of ears of corn!
  But sometimes, even among the ears of grain of a weak army, the sickle-batyr can stumble upon a cobblestone of unpleasant exception!
  If peace, then a generous feast, if war, then let there be a victorious cup of wine!
  He who is clumsy in warfare is a clumsy corpse in bed!
  "A good warrior is only as good a spy as he is - to the extent that it helps him embroider and win! A good spy is only as good a warrior as he is - to the extent that it doesn't interfere with killing and avoiding defeat!"
  It's easy to get lost in the heat of battle when you lose your cool from training!
  You can win with brute force, but without subtle diplomacy you won"t retain the fruits of victory!
  In war there are two problems: finding the hidden enemy and avoiding the temptation to bury your head in the sand!
  Don't get into the Tsar's carriage, beggar, you won't be held accountable for a thousand rubles and a rack!
  Cruelty is necessary to achieve results - do not spare the enemy, no matter how weak he is!
  It is better to survive without learning something unnecessary than to die, having learned something that will not be necessary for you anyway!
  People like to pile up everything, except those troubles they're willing to forget! However, it's the forgetful who are most likely to suffer!
  When they say they like something, there's no need to rush, decide right away, otherwise you might choke on it!
  You also need to know how to lose, but it is especially important not to know how to lose!
  An attack is like a tailwind in a sail, only when it gets stronger it breaks other people"s masts!
  You can't buy life with capitulation, and a shameful existence will be given to you for free!
  He who is cruel to people will himself become jelly eaten by devils in hell!
  A sharp-shooting sniper pilot, he often misses when landing on the widest airfield of the underworld!
  Attack is always more effective than defense, because a punch from the face is a bad block!
  He who is quick to fight back comes to good fortune!
  The most senseless and wasteful waste of time is entertainment, but if there is no time for it, the price for useful activity already exceeds reasonable limits!
  The most meaningless thing in life is entertainment, but without entertainment life has no meaning!
  A shepherd must understand the sheep, but not think like sheep!
  A ruler must be one of his own for the good of his subjects, but alien to the weaknesses and superstitions of the crowd!
  Everyone falls, but only the spiritually exalted rise!
  He who doesn't count shells, misses the battle!
  Every shot is counted, fortune holds knowledge in high esteem!
  Childhood is like the opening in a chess game; it shapes the game as a whole, but unlike chess, everyone wants to return and never leave the opening again!
  The cold is not scary if your heart is burning and your head is filled with icy calm!
  You can survive by freezing problems or emotions, but you can"t live if your feelings have cooled down!
  A jackal can defeat a tiger if the latter is jackal-like in battle and tiger-like in choosing an opponent!
  The boy and girl finished spouting aphorisms.
  They, however, received an order from the witch to do something and temporarily left this time.
  Oleg Rybachenko found himself in a parallel world during the battle with the fascists, where the Russians were having the hardest time.
  Margarita is next to him, also a girl ready to fight the fascists.
  The children spend some time preparing for battle. They are both a pioneer and a young pioneer.
  What it feels like to have red ties around your neck.
  And barefoot is already familiar and even acceptable... We need to prepare to repel the attack of the fascists and their accomplices.
  Including the Americans. So, you need to be prepared. You need to know that the odds are unequal and you need to be resourceful.
  The children are getting ready, digging traps, and hastily inventing some things.
  Oleg and Margarita are in the natural world and are accepted as one of their own.
  The boy prepares various surprises for the Nazis. It's fun with the other children.
  He and Margarita feel quite free in the company of women and boys.
  Oleg even wittily remarked:
  Heroism has no age, and a feat gives youth to the soul!
  Margarita agreed:
  "There are never enough years for a feat, but there are always many centuries of memories!"
  The boy helped, the girl prepares to repel the defense. We need to fight.
  The Nazis were about to attack. However, Margarita had suddenly abandoned her position. Because she was a girl, she had been sent behind the front lines as a liaison.
  Girls still arouse less suspicion than boys. Especially since Margarita has fair hair and her face inspires greater confidence.
  
  These are mostly warrior girls. Young Pioneers lend them a helping hand while the fields are quiet, and the boys and sharp-nosed girls have begged to help their older brothers. They work too hard, trying to do more than they can handle. Their veins are swollen and bulging, like copper wire, and the veins stick out like wire on their tanned, calloused hands and bare, so brutally bruised it makes you want to cry, feet of these child heroes. And yet they still manage to sing;
  My homeland is Stalingrad,
  It contains datura flowers - a diamond of dew!
  There will be, I believe, a joyful parade,
  In a world without war - heavenly beauty!
  
  A man will become a brother to another,
  Everyone will have their dream girl...
  If it's hard, it's your own fault,
  The sweet river will be full of water!
  
  Fritz stuck his snout in and bared his teeth,
  He, the fascist, roars: I will kill you all!
  But in response, a blow awaited him -
  We know how to hit without much embellishment!
  
  The pioneer gave us a big salute.
  He showed that he is a real tiger!
  And now the Fritz fighters are hitting hard,
  The time for children's games is over for us!
  
  The Lord Christ himself commanded jokingly -
  Your destiny will be the embodiment of your dreams!
  A man in his hearts is just a child,
  The sorrow in his soul is like a wreath of roses!
  
  Raindrops are sea pearls,
  Reflection in them of the stars in the sky!
  Death threatens us with a sharp scythe,
  And the cunning wolf is among the bones in the forests!
  
  But know, pioneer, a tie is blood,
  Only the red color is holiness for centuries!
  Svarog will bring us love, believe us,
  The grace of heaven - know it is great!
  
  We walk barefoot through Berlin,
  The pioneer leads thousands of fighters!
  And the enemy became a donkey under the yoke,
  The light of our fellows to the whole Universe!
  The girl Alena added a short phrase:
  They burn anxiously in the sky,
  Eyes of the evil Luftwaffe!
  As if they were saying -
  There's a storm over the world again!
  And the storm is indeed approaching; even the sun, setting towards the horizon, is obscured by a mixture of clouds and acrid, eye-biting smoke.
  The distant rumble of approaching tanks can be heard, and planes buzz in the sky. First, the famous frames hover, followed by Arado-8 jet vultures. Dangerous multirole bombers. Or the highly maneuverable Ju-287 with forward-swept wings. And already the mighty siege guns are thundering. The impacts of high-explosive shells send clods of earth and melted turf high into the sky. And even more terrifying are the powerful unguided rockets fired from the Arado-Super, tearing apart trenches... And then come the Focke-Wulf attack aircraft, capable of smoothing out any defense. And so the battle begins. Major Andrei Matrosov, experienced despite his youth, holds a captured pair of binoculars with high-powered optics, watching the approaching steel fascist avalanche. The Nazis are numerous and incredibly strong. Even the infantry, on wheels and in armored vehicles, avoid small arms fire. They try to drive the hard-working pioneers to the rear, but they refuse to leave and demand rifles to fight.
  There aren't enough weapons for everyone, although the local, dashing, and eager children have brought hunting rifles and even sport bows. A blue-eyed, fair-haired boy, Oleg Rybachenko, even crafted a sling filled with homemade grenades with ingenious fillings. He's a talented inventor, after all. And the sling itself isn't just any sling; it's made of multiple barrels-a genuine "Katyusha" rocket launcher, crafted by pioneers with wooden hands. The innovators brewed explosives and even fashioned some anti-aircraft devices. Everyone wants to fight bravely and win. But they can't die with their last thoughts of the Sacred and Irreplaceable Motherland.
  Major Andrei Matrosov gives the order:
  - Do not open fire without command!
  Indeed, for the entire battalion they only have three pre-war "forty-fives" (all the latest weapons are being urgently transferred to the Moscow sector; here they have only what they were able to scrape together on a leftover basis), which means their only chance is to let the Fritzes get closer.
  As was typical for the Nazis, the most protected vehicles were in the lead: the King Tiger and Lion tanks, and the Ferdinand-2 self-propelled gun with a 128-millimeter cannon. A typical tactic dating back to the Middle Ages was to deploy the strongest and most powerful knights at the spearhead of the wedge. And it's not as if the Germans were bad fighters. It's even generally accepted that they were born warriors. And unrivaled masters of destruction. Here are their creations-vehicles that can only be penetrated in the side by at least an 85-millimeter cannon. The Ferdinand-128 caught the fancy of the new acting Führer, Göring, and production of it was put into full production. Not only as a tank destroyer, but also with an assault gun. However, production of breakthrough tanks is still just getting underway. They are intended to make way for lighter vehicles and for the infantry, which is lagging behind a bit.
  The Nazi cars and motorcycles slow down every now and then, afraid of getting ahead....
  But barefoot Pioneer boy Oleg Rybachenko proves they were right to stay here. First came the slingshot, crafted by fellow Pioneers using the designs of a genius child. It proved quite long-range in this case; the cumulative explosive packets, like skates on an ice floe, cracked the armor and extruded the shattered bodies of Nazis with flattened helmets and twisted machine guns. And for heavier vehicles, there are even more powerful weapons! A hard-to-find anti-tank mine, coated in homemade glue, with a wire-like covering of turf moving between stumps, right under the Royal Lion's tracks, making it invisible. This tank even looks quite terrifying, with its large 128-millimeter cannon, and the turret with its ravenous, furious faces painted on both sides. Apparently the Germans are hoping to intimidate Soviet soldiers this way.
  The steel tracks grind as they hit the deadly present. The explosion doesn't seem too powerful, but the tracks are torn off, and Hitler's tank begins to smoke like a chimney and, with a speed unexpected for such a monster, its massive turret with its log-like barrel spins.
  Other young pioneers use similar devices, as well as explosives of their own making, brewed according to Oleg Rybachenko's innovative recipe. If the German infantry is cowardly, and the tanks and self-propelled guns are pushing forward defenseless, they will be punished for it.
  For example, the heavy Ferdinand-128 is best attacked with a catapult, as 200mm of armor is impenetrable. It's also guaranteed to penetrate a weaker roof. Moreover, the ingenious Rybachenko has come up with a way to direct the explosion. To do this, simply use a device made from an ordinary incandescent light bulb. The vacuum will then suck in the blast wave, and all the energy will be directed toward a single point. This innovation, coupled with a special explosive brewed with herbs and dried mushrooms, allows for serious destruction even with a small blast package. And boys and girls use the most ordinary bows, with only three strings, and slingshots to fire at the Wehrmacht's steel beasts. The King Tiger's tracks were destroyed, and the predator, wounded, began to thrash its engine and eject a shell, practically blindly.
  The famous "Oboroten," with its low silhouette and heavy armor, resembles a squashed turtle. This self-propelled gun had only recently appeared on the Soviet-German front. Thanks to its excellent maneuverability, long-range howitzer-gun, and combat survivability, the "Oboroten" 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.
  Then it's already a turtle, thrown from the mountaintop by a mighty Russian eagle. From it emerge the broken intestines and crushed bones of the slain members of Hitler's crew.
  Lyubov Markovna prefers to fire at the King Tiger with an underbarrel grenade launcher-targeting the tracks, and to disable the tank, the roller drive must be destroyed. A blonde Komsomol member with slightly blue hair and curls twisted the weapon in her hands and growled:
  - You'll bake yourself into a loaf of bread by dinner time!
  Here's another crippled Werewolf, sliding sideways like a pirate frigate with a broken rudder. Its armor slams into a King Tiger. Both steel coffins, treaded on their tracks, begin to burn, and moments later, explode from detonating ammunition. A pair of light transports flip over from the explosion, and their machine guns choke, showering themselves with rounds and shell casings. Then these riddled corpses roll over.
  Alesya Muravyova, who had just caused the Panther to flip over after jumping forward, also deftly cutting the rink, put it beautifully:
  - Strength is not in the muscles that lie down, but in the brain where there are no rustling mice!
  Lyubov Markovna, reloading the grenade launcher and weighing it in her hands, is alarmed. Her ammunition is low and the enemy is strong, but she still maintains her optimism and says:
  - An oak head and a cast-iron mind are the signs of a rotten stump cut down in battle!
  And adds:
  -Even an oak tree with a shortened mind, is just a stump under someone else"s seat!
  A baker's dozen of heavy-duty vehicles have already stopped. The wrecked and helpless tanks, smoking like aged volcanoes, are not at all frightening. The dragon has lost its heads, and its armored hide will be sold as souvenirs.
  But the others are pressing in after them, especially the numerous armored personnel carriers. The heroic Pioneers are delighted; they won't scatter... The Ferdinand-128 self-propelled gun picks up speed and... Falls with a loud crash into a camouflaged pit. The barrel's tip is broken, and only the wide tracks stick out from above, wriggling helplessly. And after it, the nimble Panther breaks loose. Its ugly, overlong barrel has warped, and an armor-piercing shell explodes inside it. And then the turret itself is torn off... Like an invisible woman's foot, it aggressively kicks a ball. One of the enormous German tankers is torn in half... A boot with a monogram of two silver lightning bolts-typical of the SS-flies off. It lands a meter from Oleg Rybachenko. A young Pioneer boy caught it and remarked:
  "It'll be useful for the samovar, but we, seasoned young Leninists, have no reason to tear our shoes." And with a roar, imitating an adult, he added, "We'd rather tear up tanks!"
  Here's another surprise, and a cast-iron pot, pushed by steam, fell off an ordinary rail with flaming arrogance and banged, setting three whole vehicles on fire at once.
  Alesya Muravyova, whose golden hair is not dulled by dust, shouted:
  - But passaran (the slogan of the Spanish communists that became legendary - they will not pass!)!
  The Pioneer girls rejoice and, despite the tragedy of the situation, laugh. Homemade explosives are hidden in some dug holes. They're made the old-fashioned way. Sure, it's a little weaker than dynamite, but it's enough to disable the chassis. And besides, the barefoot boy genius Oleg Rybachenko has come up with a way to make a destructive mixture from ordinary sawdust, manure, and hay. It's cheap and cheerful! And when it explodes, even Nobel's eyes would pop out of their sockets in amazement!
  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 the pioneers are more dangerous than the adults. For their resourceful young fighters, small steam-powered ballistae have been built that hurl deadly "presents" at machine-gun speeds. The principle is piston-driven, but the engine turns the blades of the catapults, which eject the deadly "presents" with high initial velocity. They hurl special packets of distilled wood alcohol mixed with homemade explosives-almost as lethal as nitroglycerin.
  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 equipment...
  It's just a shame there are so many enemies; it seems von Bock has decided to deliver his main attack here. Suffering significant losses-some transports, mostly American or French-they approach the trenches, drenching them with machine gun fire.
  And they run into hedgehogs... Alena, meanwhile, easily aims her .45. You can't take a King Tiger or even an improved Panther, much less a King Panther, head-on, of course, but you can try their sides. Especially since the Panther's side is weak, but thanks to its speed, it tries to break through faster... That's how German machine guns fire, trying to scare you off. And let alone the armored personnel carriers. They'll knock out all those freaks and make them cough up blood on the hot metal floors!
  Lyubov Markovna, throwing a grenade at the caterpillar, shouts:
  - We'll peck the hyenas with falcons!
  Small-caliber weapons have many advantages over larger ones-rate of fire, ease of concealment. And they know how to select targets.
  Even the vaunted "Royal Lion," seemingly reliably protected against small-caliber guns-a vehicle that became a nightmare for the Russians at the Saratov Bulge-can be destroyed if you hit the turret and hull from the side. That's its weakest point. And if it hits the ammunition rack, well... it'll be tough for the Fritzes!
  Alesya Muravyova shouts to them:
  - You'll have another Stalingrad! And a hundred times worse than Stalingrad!
  The Nazis are snapping back, as ferocious as hyenas. And among the Soviet children, there are dead and wounded. It's especially tragic when young fighters, just beginning to live, perish. Here, a tiny but courageous young Pioneer girl, struggling to lift an explosive charge, throws herself under the tracks of a T-4 "L" medium tank (this monstrosity is still in service! With increased weight and a more powerful engine). It's a shame for the girl, but she hates fascism more than she loves life. The Pioneer knows for sure that her act is heroic and that the Lord Jesus will joyfully open the gates of heaven to those who died for their homeland. The ugly box with a long barrel, seemingly thin from the enormous mask, leaps up and tears off the square turret.
  And the soldiers are throwing grenades again, and cleverly concealed machine guns are now firing at the motorcycles crawling toward the massacre. And the heads of the Nazi soldiers burst like ripe cherries struck by hail. And the blood is spreading even more than the juice from the crushed juicy berries.
  Half-naked Oleg Rybachenko, the boy inventor, whistled through his nostrils...
  - It's time to gather stones from those who don't throw them to the wind even for a second!
  This wasn't the first time he'd tested his tricks on the Nazis. For example, car engines suck in air for the motors, but what if a mixture of graded charcoal and several highly caustic and prickly herbs mixed with a powder detonator got in there?
  And the gas tanks of the large motorcycles explode, spewing streams of furious flame. It feels like a riot of hellish genies. Several armored personnel carriers also join their hapless colleagues. And from them, armor fragments fly for hundreds of meters, finding more and more victims.
  Alyonushka, aiming at the Werewolf, aims for the 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 torn red flag with the black swastika on a white background falls into the bloody mud.
  Alyonushka whispers wise thoughts:
  - Justice requires sacrifice, charity requires donations, and the success of a just cause requires sacrifice!
  Alesya Muravyova, throwing a hefty grenade into the side of the Panther, adds:
  - Only the inevitable sacrifices of war will help avoid the inexorable sacrifices of capitulation!
  Oleg Rybachenko, releasing another dust cloud from his ballista, which made everyone cough violently, and then, from that same cough, the engines exploded and burst, yelled:
  - You must give surrender to the enemy, but you cannot give surrender to the enemy!
  She turns around, the artillery girl pushes forward with her bare, pretty legs to better feel the Earth's biorhythms and the breath of the grass through her soles, and fires again, hitting the treacherous T-4 precisely point-blank.
  The beautiful Komsomol member smiles and shouts:
  - Go to hell, old man!
  And just then, two gray-haired Soviet old men were mowed down by a burst of machine gun fire. They collapsed, bloodied, into a ravine. Another old man, wrapped in a bundle of grenades, collapsed under the treads of a Panther tank. As a farewell, he shouted:
  - Glory to Stalin!
  Alyoshka Muravyova continued with emphasis:
  - Glory to the heroes!
  Lyubov Markova, throwing a grenade with her very flexible leg, shouted deafeningly:
  - Honor to the dead!
  Oleg Rybachenko, grinning whitely, added:
  - And the smart ones are honored in life!
  Really, try to stand up to such a force. For example, the only thing missing here is the "King's Maus"-a relatively new tank-and, by the way, the "Leopard" at the E-25 ball. But the Sherman is blazing ahead... In this case, for some reason, there aren't many American and British tanks, even though von Bock had received a large quantity of foreign equipment... The resourceful boy Oleshka thought that there were probably problems with crew training or supplies.
  But it's much easier to flip a Sherman... The tall jalopy runs over a clay pot filled with explosive mixture and... Just then, a powerful concussion topples the well-armored bastard.
  And behind it, a second American tank is mown down, the word "hemp," the hellish temptation driving the temptation, under the scythe's blow. The third, driven by inertia, slams into its damaged comrades, and the also-defeated caterpillar's puffed-up track lifts upward.
  Boy genius Oleg shouts:
  - Keep it up, and push even harder!
  This is truly Russian heroic strength!
  Upon returning, you need to justify your long absence.
  And to start with, they took a prisoner. They lassoed one of the fortress officers, tied him up, and dragged him to headquarters.
  The peasant king apparently knew a secret about how to quickly conceive a child for a young woman and his wife, and he managed to return on a very spirited horse. The artillery was stuck in the melting spring snow, and while the army was in no hurry, it was impossible to storm the sizable fortress without a firefight.
  Emelyan Pugachev asked the prisoner menacingly:
  - Who am I? Who do you think I am?
  The prisoner answered boldly:
  - You are a thief and an impostor!
  The Cossack king said dryly:
  - Hang him!
  Shcherbatov suggested:
  - Maybe I should interrogate him more thoroughly?
  Pugachev muttered:
  - Go for it!
  The captured officer was dragged off to the torture chamber. But what could he possibly know? Perhaps he could tell them where the army's coffers were hidden. Or maybe even point them to an underground passage!
  However, it"s not much of a torture...
  Pugachev has over two hundred good guns, and she, of course, wants to settle the matter by bombardment, not just storming the city. And then there's Ufa and the march on Kazan.
  The former convict Khlopusha was sent with a crowd and cannons to the Urals. The Tsar still has plenty to do.
  Having brought up artillery, Pugachev's army began shelling. Heavy guns thundered. Cannonballs crashed and cannons spewed forth their might.
  Two walls had already collapsed... And Pugachev's men launched an assault. The forces were unequal, and the garrison offered almost no resistance. Only the officers, and not all of them even attempted to shoot or fight. Oleg Rybachenko severed the heads of a colonel and a captain. The soldiers threw down their weapons before the superior enemy and fell to their knees.
  Pugachev won another, relatively easy victory and moved on. His army grew rapidly, although there was a lot of mud when the snow melted. In general, the delay near Orenburg was taking its toll.
  However, the fall of this provincial capital raised Pugachev's authority, and people now joined him even more readily. The steppe dwellers especially flocked in large numbers.
  And a vast horde, and countless cavalry. Many thousands of fighters, Yemelyan Ivanovich alone has over thirty thousand, plus another fifteen thousand from Chika and the other commanders of the peasant tsar.
  Pugachev himself visited Yaitsky Town, in the sweet embrace of his young wife, Ustiniya. He fathered a child with her, preferably a son. He needed an heir, as anything could happen in war. No one is immune from a stray bullet or cannonball. And so, there's someone to continue the family line. However, Pugachev already had children with his former wife, Sofia.
  The Cossacks are firmly entrenched in Yaitsky Town itself. An enemy attempt to break out was repelled. Several soldiers were captured, confirming that the fortress was starving and would soon surrender or die out. So there was no point in storming it.
  And Emelyan, without much regret, left the city on his frisky, thoroughbred stallion.
  The rebels were firmly entrenched in Chelyabinsk. Upon learning of the fall of Orenburg, Dekolong, commander of the Siberian Corps, hastily retreated from the city. He was a coward, abandoning this center when surrounded by the rebels.
  Although, in real history, it was Decolong who defeated Pugachev, even taking him by surprise. The peasant tsar's army lost four thousand killed and the same number captured. But now Decolong is retreating, and his soldiers are deserting more and more often.
  But while Kungur was defending itself strongly, and in order to quickly take this city, which had great strategic importance, Yemelyan Pugachev sent Colonel Oleg Rybachenko and Yesaul Margarita Korshunova to it.
  The boy and girl, as always, run through the melting spring snow, barefoot and almost naked.
  They are faster than the fastest horses at full gallop, and most importantly, they have greater endurance. They can run for hours without slowing down, without a trace of fatigue-their bodies are immortal, and therefore invulnerable.
  Oleg Rybachenko, of course, doubted whether it was right to help Pugachev, but he needed to develop his eternal, invulnerable body. Even if Catherine the Great had been a decent tsarina.
  She conquered a lot, including Crimea and Belarus with part of Ukraine.
  But who knows, maybe if Emelyan wins, Russia will achieve even more.
  Although this is a shock for the empire comparable to Lenin's October Revolution and the ensuing civil war. Haven't they already slaughtered enough of the Russian people? Alas, the grins of civil war.
  Oleg Rybachenko runs to Kungur with Margarita and thinks to himself.
  Still, of course, a lot depends on luck, and luck can make even an average ruler great.
  And that Nicholas II, in his abilities and talent, clearly surpassed Vladimir Putin. But the latter had phenomenal luck, comparable to Genghis Khan.
  One stroke of luck leads to another, and vice versa. The boy-terminator ran and thought.
  For example, the capture of Salman Raduyev, especially on the eve of the Russian presidential election, is a highly unlikely event. Really, what are the chances, especially since we're talking about a rare thug? Not a single high-profile militant leader has ever been captured alive. They all died. And Shamil Basayev was most likely an accident. Indeed, if the number one terrorist's route was so well known that a mine was planted under it, then what prevented them from simply targeting him with an air strike? That would have been far more reliable! Or even cutting him off with gas and then making a big show out of Basayev's trial?
  No, most likely Putin was lucky in this case too, so Shamil Basayev died completely by accident.
  But let's say Salman Raduyev dies during arrest, or escapes the trap entirely. Putin falls short by a few percentage points, and the election goes to two rounds. This is a defeat for the clear favorite and a triumph for Zyuganov.
  And it's still unclear how the second round would have gone. In any case, protest voters would have formed, and Putin would hardly have won by a landslide. But the main thing is that the inauguration would have taken place a month later. Putin would not have had time to propose reform of the Federation Council at the spring session. And by the fall, a formidable coalition of opposition forces would have formed against him.
  The Communists, Agrarians, Union of Right Forces, OVR, and Yabloko would have had a majority and would have blocked the reform of the Federation Council. They would also have opposed the nationalization of NTV.
  A brutal confrontation between the Duma and the current president would have been repeated, as with Yeltsin. And under such circumstances, Putin might not have had the resolve to arrest Khodorkovsky, dealing a severe blow to the communists, the Union of Right Forces, and Yabloko. Moreover, the shift in history has an impact on many things. Had the situation changed even slightly, the September 11th terrorist attack would not have happened. But then Putin would have gotten involved in the war in Afghanistan, and it's possible he would have only lasted one term.
  And the vaunted dictator would have left, spat upon and with a zero rating, just like Yeltsin.
  That's how it happens, sometimes just by chance. But if Admiral Makarov hadn't died, Nicholas II would have won a victory over Japan. And then all of China would have become Russian, of course! And then Germany and Austria-Hungary would have been defeated.
  Yes, it is clear how one failure leads to another.
  The Terminator children ran, their bare feet splashing through the snow. And Oleg Rybachenko, feeling inspired, enthusiastically began to sing, composing as he went;
  We are fighting for a better destiny,
  So that people's lives become easier...
  And we will crush the damned horde,
  So that there are fewer evil enemies!
  
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  To the glory of our mother Russia...
  The people of Rus', believe me, are invincible,
  And it will make everyone on Earth more beautiful!
  
  We are given the power to fight for our Motherland,
  Defending the greatness of the Fatherland...
  And sometimes life is just a movie,
  Although it should be a reflection of paradise!
  
  Everyone needs to achieve their dreams,
  Believe me, reasonable communism...
  So that there is more happiness on Earth,
  And the fires of revanchism did not come!
  
  Our Tsar is a great genius Pugachev,
  He raised the peasants to a holy struggle...
  Any task will be within your reach,
  And love the girl barefoot, boy!
  
  We will become even stronger than the devil,
  When we shift the horizons of science...
  The villain is crushed under the hooves,
  Even though blood is gushing from the torn aorta!
  
  Yes, our cause is just, friends,
  We can make our homeland happier...
  Peoples, believe that we are all one family,
  To the great and most radiant Russia!
  
  Look bravely at the horizon, people,
  Let the evil clouds not cover the sky...
  We will give the enemy a winning score,
  And you will be a lucky knight in battle!
  
  I don't know such a word as coward,
  We Russians are not inferior at all...
  We have Svarog, the White Jesus,
  And will enjoy May forever!
  
  Girls and boys dance in a circle,
  We, barefoot girls, enter...
  For us, the almighty God Rod,
  Don't be a brainless parrot, kid!
  
  And Lenin inspired us to fight,
  The wise Stalin blessed this feat...
  The powerful cherub will spread his wings,
  And our muscles are simply made of steel!
  
  The majesty of the Fatherland will be in that,
  That we are such warriors for God...
  Let us confirm our glory with a steel sword,
  Which shield was forged by Svarog!
  
  In short, be faithful to the Lord,
  To the glory of the most radiant Russia...
  We just know the eagle knights,
  The White God Christ the Messiah is behind us!
  The children sang beautifully, their voices so full and clear. And yet powerful, magnificent, like opera. A few wolves tried to pursue the children, but they quickly fell behind. The immortal children race too fast. They know no weakness or doubt. No, perhaps the latter is known. Oleg Rybachenko himself seriously doubted whether it was worthwhile to change Catherine, a capable but illiterate Cossack. But to hell with him. To distract themselves, the children, who had a long journey ahead, began composing catchphrases on the run. And they did so quite wisely and beautifully.
  These are the children;
  War is like a game of dominoes, only the broken pieces can no longer be put back together - the earth holds them!
   Luck is the reward for courage, and the punishment for recklessness!
  The bull is strong, the donkey is stubborn, the lion is noble, and the fox is cunning, but people are jacks of all trades!
  The tyrant loves to intrigue, but he doesn"t like intrigue during elections!
  A politician loves to rule, but he loves to work properly!
  To take the lion's place, you have to be a fox in the right place!
  Don't be a donkey - they'll pull your ears!
  A man is not a fly, but he is also susceptible to sweet talk!
  It's good to have cast-iron fists, but worse is a wooden head!
  The most immoral politician loves to lecture!
  Honey from a politician's mouth corrodes a steel plow!
  It is not war that is bad, but defeat that is nasty!
  War brings no joy, but victory brings trophies!
  A tyrant often sounds sweet, but life under him is not a bed of roses!
  One climbs to a high throne using base methods!
  The higher the post, the lower the method of obtaining it!
  The politician's sweet speech brings out the bitterness of disappointment!
  The commander's straightforwardness comes back to haunt him!
  The one with the wooden head is in the most precarious position!
  They put shoes on to leave you naked!
  The politician talks too much, but great things are done silently!
  The fox can outsmart the lion, but he won"t even feed the mouse!
  The dictator wants to be an eagle, wingless in his dreams!
  For a man, money is like milk from a cow: it turns sour from stinginess and disappears from generosity!
  He promises without effort, that's true, that's true! But then, how hard it is for him to fulfill everything afterwards!
  A politician with a wooden head will end up as a log!
  The bigger the thief, the lesser the punishment!
  A politician does not disdain anything except living according to his conscience!
  The politician has little conscience, but gigantic ambitions!
  Persecution turns a warrior into an executioner, a coward into a brave man, a modest man into an insolent one!
  Science fiction is a competition of absurdities and absurdities! Yet, there is no genre more scientific and logical!
  In war it's like in an opera - everyone sings their own song, only the prompter can be a spy!
  Modern women forgive a man everything - except poverty!
  Do you know the difference between spies and intelligence agents?
  I know! We have nothing but intelligence officers, while foreigners have nothing but spies!
  Is it better to have an empty head or an empty wallet? Of course, it's not as noticeable with an empty head!
  The mind is the best collector of wealth!
  Intelligence and luck: a couple in love - give birth to success, wealth, status, but quickly separate!
  Proud men find it easier to listen to advice when it is given by a woman - unless it is their wife!
  A wise wife is worth a fortune! And an enterprising wife can sue for it!
  Some value personality in a person, and others value cash!
  Two things can destroy humanity: computers and computer scientists. The former will atrophy the mind, the latter will be unable to take advantage of it!
  In war, even a grenade is a comrade!
  In general, a grenade that tells jokes is like a Faberge egg used for cracking nuts!
  Talent is like the soul: it cannot be taken away, but it can be destroyed!
  Revenge is not worth honor - the retribution of decency!
  Envy is the germ of crime, self-interest is watering, idleness is feeding!
  Laziness is the worst of all crimes!
  It is better to die with dignity with a sword than to live like a wolf driven into a stall with a whip!
  In war, courage can beat cunning, but cunning can never beat courage!
  War makes life terrible, and death worthy and beautiful!
  Modesty is a rare quality for a commander, but that makes it even more valuable!
  - Jackal sounds similar to the word feces!
  The lion has only one advantage over the jackal - the opportunity to die with dignity!
  Technology is the executioner of valor!
  "But that's not true! In fact, the higher the level of technology, the more intelligence and resourcefulness is required on the battlefield!"
  Where the interests of the Motherland begin, personal well-being ends!
  Freedom must be combined with discipline. Anarchy is the antithesis of freedom!
  A tenacious memory is the best mentor! Freedom can be won with the sword, but only with the mind can it be maintained!
  - When a strong warrior saves another, no special honor is needed for this!
  For when valor burns in your heart, you will raise your shield in defense of your slaves!
  The meanness of a scoundrel is no excuse for an honest one, just as the presence of dirt does not justify a dirty person!
  Love never comes cheap - especially when it's paid for with your soul, not your wallet!
  The only thing that can justify the shedding of blood is if it results in tears stopping flowing!
  Those who serve for money can never compare in battle with those who are driven by a brave heart and a desire for freedom!
  A child's tear is dangerous because it turns into a raging stream that washes away civilizations!
  The position of commander is not an extra ration, but an additional responsibility and a heavy burden!
  It's not clear what's more important: feeding all the hungry or wiping away one child's tear!
  Gold is softer than steel, but it strikes the heart more surely!
  It is not the weapon that makes the soldier strong, but the soldier that makes the weapon!
  A really long conversation with a machine gun leads to the ear starting to shoot!
  Sex is the most destructive weapon, especially dangerous because it is so accessible!
  The effectiveness of any weapon depends on the chosen victim, and in sex even more so!
  Sex is the most humane weapon; unlike other deadly weapons, it gives life!
  Love rarely kills, but often hurts!
  He who looks long at a bare breast forgets the outline of the coat of arms!
  Better a bicycle with pedals than a Mercedes without a motor!
  Old weapons are like a crutch, reliable, but no maneuverability!
  Walking isn't faster, but it's cheaper - you'll especially save on doctors!
  Money is like a laxative - it takes away a person's honesty and courage!
  It's better to lose a day on reconnaissance than to die in a second!
  In war, haste is a run to the grave!
  Most prisoners are far brighter in spirit and purer in heart than those who guard them! A chain cannot be more moral than a prisoner!
  A small body is like a sharp knife, but it cannot be sharpened!
  Women's tears are better than pearls, every drop is a gold coin!
  A stone axe and atomic energy must be applied to a kind heart!
  Don't be ashamed of poverty if you have a rich soul and a heart of gold!
  Progress covers superstition!
  The precision and politeness of a killer and the impudence of a creditor!
  One sentry is worth no more than a garden scarecrow!
  In war, killing a commander is tantamount to victory!
  An unfinished enemy is like an untreated disease - expect complications!
  Noble wisdom, like fine wine, is best hidden from the lower classes!
  If you drop two coins, pick up the more valuable one first, not the larger one! And give the rest to the poor!
  Defeat is always a grief, unless you give a sea of money in return!
  Only an incorrigible romantic would enjoy dying at the hands of a sweet lady!
  A pragmatist prefers to create new life!
  Courage may compensate for lack of training, but training will never compensate for courage!
  Talent can replace education, but education will never replace talent!
  Passion and rage are just prosthetics of valor and courage!
  Luck, like a bee, will surely fly to where the nectar of wisdom and hard work ripens!
  A worm, unlike an eagle, disappears easily. The base is always hidden, but the sublime is vulnerable!
  It is not so much the chain that keeps one in slavery, but fear - the weakness of even one link gives courage!
  It is honorable to die for the Motherland, Woman, Parents, but it is even better to live for this!
  In war, it's easier to gain an advantage than to realize it! The latter is akin to hunting flies that have settled on a defeated lion!
  The tongue, despite its small size, is the most powerful organ in the body. It can move millions of armies and calm a baby. It can destroy and save.
  A fighter without a wound is like a rich man without a pocket!
  A man needs strength to live, and a woman needs it to survive!
  Even a ram can rise among sheep, but try becoming a leader among lionesses!
  Life is too valuable to be traded!
  Steel is sharp, but a woman's tongue is much sharper!
  Act boldly if you cannot act skillfully!
  Add one civilian to the squad, and I subtract two soldiers!
  One amateur with his stupidity will outweigh the benefit of ten specialists!
  A large family is heaven for the heart, purgatory for the wallet, hell for enemies!
  Taking apart a cage is sometimes more difficult than driving away a cruel owner!
  For the Russian people, vodka is more terrible than a dozen Hitlers!
  Dream is a traitor to reality!
  If there was a reason to kill, the gun would always be there!
  Vodka is a legalized terrorist!
  Alcohol is the biggest serial killer! Let's drink so we can be killed only by alcohol!
  No matter how small the electronic chip was, a preacher climbed into it with an outstretched hand!
  A machine gun is the best argument for repentance!
  A real man should be brave in a fight, assertive in love, witty in an argument!
  Unfinished vodka is like an unsatisfied wife; you can't avoid a headache, so it's better to have some!
  War is the most exciting game, the number of participants is unlimited, but constantly decreasing!
  In war, unlike boxing, a victory by points is akin to betrayal, but at least the judge cannot be bribed!
  Chess is logic and poetry embodied in simple pieces!
  Freedom is like a whore, only you pay for it not with money, but with blood!
  Youth is the sister of impudence, impudence is the sister of courage, but only by becoming related to the experience of an elder can one give birth to victory!
  When a commander has a clear head, the enemy's eyes darken!
  A sense of time is an indispensable quality for a commander; it is not for nothing that the minute hand has a sharp end; it strikes harder than sharpened damask steel!
  Pleasure and pain are antipodes, but for some, causing pain is the highest pleasure!
  War and sex are enjoyable, but not mixed together, that's too much of a killer!
  The fatter the piece in the trap, the sharper the teeth should be!
  It's harder to catch a hare than to bring down a mammoth!
  By killing beautifully, you create bloody still lifes, but connoisseurs go to the grave too quickly!
  Moderation is a good quality, as long as it doesn't extend to income! A heavy wallet is always light!
  When a woman tells the truth, passion begins to fade, but when she lies, betrayal blossoms!
  Tender hugs suffocate more powerfully, there is nothing more relentless than a gentle noose!
  Debt is a heavy burden, especially when you have nothing to pay with but your life. You can't borrow that!
  The sleep of death is the deepest, but not the sweetest, especially for those who have sinned!
  The chase is the crown of victory, and without the crown there is no victorious end!
  Whoever falls behind will spend their whole life catching up with one heartbeat!
  An inexperienced soldier is like green wine; he will gain strength through battle, but a commander who refuses to learn is like manure; he will not mature, but only rot!
  A bad commander succeeds in saving his own skin, a good one saves his soldiers from death!
  The debut in battle is important because if you lose, you won"t get an encore!
  If a comrade dies, don't be sad, heaven has been enriched with a good man!
  And if it's bad? Then the earth's inhabitants will feel better.
  There is one truth, but there are many religions, which means that a believer has a greater chance of making a mistake than an atheist!
  Even if an atheist is right, his truth will not bring him profit, but a believer, even if mistaken, will receive a happy life and a dignified death!
  Becoming an atheist is like robbing your soul!
  Faith is like clothing-it's heavy to wear and you can't wear it naked! You can only change it by washing and choosing a modern style! But religion is like a wife-it gets boring and you're afraid to change it!
  Faith is like a pointing pestle - there is only one and only fools laugh at it!
  Happiness is a picky groom who is only paired with freedom!
  Why do you want to put a snake to your heart - to open the door to the underworld!
  This is because a pickaxe and muscular arms require a head!
  A commander is akin to an actor, only encores are not met with applause, but with slaps that drive you into the ground!
  Love is like a cloud, subject to whims and shedding tears!
  Mercy is the trait of the strong, cruelty is born of uncertainty, and uncertainty is born of weakness!
  Punishment of evil is the most valuable form of good; it requires purity of soul and strength of spirit!
  Decisiveness is an indispensable quality of a ruler; timidity destroys states and leaves peoples orphans!
  If someone else's blaster squeals, yours remains silent!
  Love requires sacrifice, no less than hate!
  "Religion must first and foremost be moral, teaching goodness and obedience! Just not turning people into a herd and weaning them off thinking!"
  The revolution should not change the type of slavery, its goal is spiritual freedom with a single goal - to do good!
  Nothing unites humanity like true religion, based on kindness and common sense!
  "Only the final victory of the highest truth can justify lies! Just as the cause of peace requires violence, so a sword is easier to deflect with a sword than with a shield!"
  "Truth is always in the minority, and a minority can only win through wit and cunning! So, cunning and wit are the true comrades of truth!"
  A slave is first and foremost a coward, he is afraid of losing his chain!
  The tyrant has three qualities of insects: the sting of a scorpion, the legs of a fly, the web of a bloodsucker, but he is not destined to become winged!
  The beauty of the soul, the purity of the heart, the power of love - must not be desecrated by excessive retribution!
  If you are right, justice justifies cruelty, but only to the extent that it does not turn the victim into an executioner!
  The most valuable quality of a commander is to accept defeat with dignity and learn from it!
  In modern warfare, he who flies wins, and he who crawls gets hit by the enemy!
  Insult is the weapon of a scoundrel and a coward; in trying to humiliate others, he lowers himself!
  Only the dead make no mistakes, unless of course you count the location of heaven!
  Practice makes perfect, coupled with talent!
  A person who is willing to learn will benefit more from defeat than a smug arrogant person will from victory!
  It is better to die beautifully than to live ugly!
  For a lazy person, all times are bad, except sleep!
  In war, premature joy is the sister of betrayal!
  The most perfect blade is ruined by crooked hands!
  Time in war is like water, it wears away kindness and humanity!
  A warrior sitting in ambush is like a robber, only he wants to get his life, not his wallet.
  For a good commander, saving his own is more important than killing strangers!
  A large number of gravediggers of skill and valor! If you want to become a hero, don't meekly follow in formation!
  A lie is like a snake in the place of a guard dog - once it bites the enemy, another one will definitely bite you in a weak spot!
  A knight can yield everything to a lady except the right to die first!
  A Russian soldier can be killed, but not defeated!
  A giant is not someone who is tall in stature, but someone whose scope of thought reaches to the sky!
  Violence breeds external submission and ignites rebellion in the soul!
  Captivity is like a red-hot furnace, it hardens you, if after it you dive into the icy stream of liberation!
  Justice is sometimes harsh, but always gentler than tyranny!
  Barefoot children are already running toward Kungur, a mighty fortress manned by six hundred soldiers and additional militia. Frightened by the approach of Major Vereshchagin and two hundred regular soldiers, the crowd of two thousand Pugachevites lifted the siege and retreated.
  
  
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova arrived at the rebels' camp. At first, they were skeptical of the boy in shorts and the girl in a tunic. But a decree bearing the sovereign's seal convinced them to obey the colonel. But it became even more convincing when Oleg, tying nails with his bare toes, threw them at the ataman, who was beginning to emerge, and nailed him to the door by his forelock.
  Moreover, rumors have already reached us about a boy who is not afraid of the cold and runs faster than the greyhound wolf.
  The boy was accepted as commander. And then he proposed a plan. He and Margarita would infiltrate Kungur, kill all the officers, and then the horde would burst in and finish off the garrison.
  Which was accepted with pleasure.
  And the boy and girl, these child terminators, rushed toward Kungur. A large detachment of rebels followed them.
  Oleg and Margarita moved toward the wall without further ado. They cut down several sentries and then began to hack down the officers. Panic ensued. Major Vereshchagin rushed into battle and was one of the first to be killed. Three captains also fell.
  The children threw sharply honed discs and slashed with hardened steel sabers. They also threw homemade, but very powerful, grenades. These sent the enemy flying higher and blowing them to pieces. And they got their fill from these child terminators.
  And then the rebels went into battle. And they too began to hack and smash. And the now confused and headless garrison surrendered to the army of Pugachev's envoys.
  The children completed the task. Having captured Kungur, they rushed back to Ufa, where Yemelyan Pugachev's massive army was advancing.
  The boy and the girl ran along and sang;
  In the Fatherland the nightingales sing a psalm;
  In it, the radiant dawn of the sun...
  Brings grace - peace, comfort,
  And he opens his eyes - the Lord"s light!
  
  Where are the lilies of the valley, and where is the swarm of daisies,
  And the haystacks flow with honey...
  You will become a real hero - know this -
  You will break off the sharp horns of the demons!
  
  Now you run barefoot through the fields,
  Just a boy - the machine gun is heavy!
  And the heels get cold under the dew -
  Ready to checkmate the enemy!
  
  The demiurge will sculpt nature,
  To create patterns in a stormy brilliance...
  Alas, God is a bit of a strict surgeon.
  Who won't just give a five!
  
  We humans are also formidable creators-
  Capable of embracing your new world!
  There is no need to show the shame of a sheep-
  Then the army will immediately gather for battle!
  
  The young pioneer is now in captivity,
  The executioner put him on the rack and hit him with a whip...
  But do not curse Satan, people -
  Because trials are also a gift!
  
  For space, the roads are all in flowers,
  They contain the rapture of a pure stream...
  And we must overcome this vile fear-
  Don't hide in a box with the agility of an eel!
  
  Unfortunately, the whole Earth is full of coffins.
  Even if it's in the dungeon, it's a fetish show for them...
  We will see it in Eden -
  After all, before God he is a little hero!
  
  But man is essentially also God,
  He is a nimble giant of intellect...
  The ship leaves the magnificent grotto,
  The people and the leader are one without horror!
  
  Charisma is also capital,
  Let it not be simply forced into circulation...
  And if anyone had any illusions,
  The thief has already pinned him down with a crowbar!
  
  When our minds reach their peak,
  And the scientific course will resurrect the dead...
  Cover the ice with a floral carpet,
  And we are on a march to other universes!
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita caught up with a boar along the way. They killed it and ate the meat raw. After all, Tarzan ate it, so what's wrong with them?
  And they took the meat with them.
  Oleg ran and thought:
  The Tarzan series was awesome, after all. But he wrote even better stuff. It's a fascinating story about the jungle and wild apes. But what if it had a girl?
  This is even more delightful...
  Then he and Margarita composed a few aphorisms to make it more fun;
  A politician's path is always crooked, but it leads straight to the goal!
  Gold is soft, but has crushing power!
  Gold is a heavy metal, but the golden load is light!
  Although gold is a heavy metal, in large quantities it makes you unsinkable!
  The executioner works with his hands, but the product is carried out feet first!
  If you want to seize the throne, have a king in your head!
  If you want to get the lion's place, be a fox in cunning and a hyena in meanness!
  The most successful politician is a cunning fox and a predatory tiger, and also a monkey in using other people's techniques!
  He who is not a fox in politics is a donkey in life!
  The flattering fox has the habits of a wolf!
  Military cunning is not contrary to honor, except when it turns against you!
  In war, carelessness is like resin in honey, it only spills out in blood!
  The bypass maneuver resembles a detour, not only in form, but also in result!
  No matter how strong the arms are, without a head they are worth no more than a mannequin!
  Resourcefulness can be compared to a third hand, only with a much greater swing!
  Revolution bleeds, which leads to the health of the people, burns off fat, which renews the elite!
  The biggest dividends on investment will be received by those who do not spare breast milk for their children!
  A white lie is the truth told in a new way!
  A woman is a treasure that can bribe the richest and a weapon that can defeat the strongest!
  Problems are an eternal concept; even death only shifts them onto the deceased"s loved ones!
  Happiness is a flower that is fertilized with bones and watered with blood!
  - A foundation made of blood is very shaky, since only in a living body does blood have power!
  Everything is subject to change except the sense of responsibility and duty!
  It is bad to lose life, but it is much worse to lose immortality!
  It's better to fly for one hour than crawl for a hundred years!
  Strength is synonymous with freedom, freedom is synonymous with duty, duty requires self-sacrifice and renunciation!
  A hero with a weak head differs from a mannequin in that he cripples himself!
  Psychology is the key to victory, you just need to know how to choose the right lock!
  They don't send your heart on a reconnaissance mission, and they don't chop off your head!
  Swiftness brings victory, speed brings luck, speed is the second happiness!
  Swiftness brings victory, speed brings luck, speed is the second happiness!
  The icy breath of death makes the heart tremble and turns the guts of a coward inside out. But the brave, in the proximity of a bony old woman with a sharpened scythe, gains sharpness of reaction, composure in combat, and sheds excess fat!
  Temperament in women often goes hand in hand with modesty - as does courage in men!
  Technology is a double-edged sword - it does not tolerate stupidity!
  The sweetest fruit is the hardest to pick!
  Recklessness is the antithesis of courage; only courage and prudence can produce victory together! A glass of victory, like a bottle of vodka, requires three things to avoid trouble: luck, intelligence, and courage!
  Death is never temporary, but life is permanent!
  There is no religion that can logically explain the current state of affairs and the existence of reason!
  He's right about that, but the human mind itself isn't the most logical thing in our world. Sometimes it even seems like there's nothing more irrational than logic!
  War without blood is like life without pain!
  The ability to survive is more important to a warrior than killing an enemy! Every war ends in peace, and life in a funeral!
  Teenage love is like glass: too fragile, breaks easily and hurts deeply!
  A slave and a king emerge from the same womb; if they are the same before birth, then why shouldn"t they be equal after?
  Scientific progress without moral development is tantamount to trying to light a cigarette from a nuclear explosion!
  Carelessness in war is the mother of crime and sister of treason!
  The bread of war is the bitterest: soaked in the blood of brothers and the tears of mothers!
  Giving birth to children is much more pleasant than giving birth to corpses - although both require skill and passion!
  Enslavement begins not with the desire to learn and think!
  Wise words are good - good deeds are better!
  Life is always brilliant, but death is talentless!
  Science isn't everything; the most perfect weapon requires skilled hands and a flexible mind! Spirit conquers matter!
  Every moment ceases to be wonderful once it freezes, becomes like an ice cube!
  Movement is true happiness!
  Homeland is the most precious thing a person has, without it life has no meaning!
  A man without a homeland is like a body without a soul!
  Religion is the consolation of the weak - any misfortunes seem insignificant if they are temporary!
  If technology is a guardian angel, then fighting spirit is the God of war!
  It's easier to scoop out the ocean with a tablespoon than to argue with an atheist!
  A computer, like a girl, loves the young and persistent!
  Death differs from a beloved in that one always tries to postpone the meeting with it!
  Death differs from a lover in that it always comes at the wrong time, but no one reproaches it for being late!
  Those who save on security will go broke on funerals!
  A well-fed army is the key to prosperity!
  In war, good preparation is like air for the lungs; a bad mixture of gases cripples and kills!
  When a person artificially gives himself a formidable appearance, this is a sure sign of spiritual weakness.
  It's the wolf in sheep's clothing that's scarier, not the sheep in wolf's clothing!
  For a man, there is nothing more important than the art of war-it is synonymous with a dignified existence! The death of a tiger is better than the life of a dog!
  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.
  A reconnoitered enemy is almost defeated, you just have to not throw your chances to the wind!
  An enemy's corpse is worth a lot, but a living one will still cost more!
  Secrecy is the quality of a winner!
  In general, life without difficulties is like soup without seasoning: too much - it's bitter, none - it doesn't go down the throat!
  A man should kill and save someone at least once in his life! And while the former is a matter of luck, the latter is a sure test of courage!
  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 temptation! Any faith is worth something if it can defend itself!
  In youth, the blood flows faster and the pot cooks hotter!
  A slow donkey is worse than a pig, it also stinks, but doesn"t give meat!
  The sound of machine gun fire and the roar of a shell are the best way to evoke fond memories!
  Faith without evidence: that a falcon without wings can scratch, but will not let you soar!
  Religious discussion is the most fruitless - since both disputants have no idea about the subject they are arguing about!
  In the race between scientific and technological progress and morality, the latter is doomed to be the underdog! Yet humanity risks falling into the abyss between science and morality!
  He who saves on science robs his descendants, and he who robs his descendants will forever remain a beggar!
  You can make capital by robbing your descendants, but you can"t get rich!
  ! Politics is a dirty business done in clean suits!
  Truth is always multifaceted, but error is uniform!
  Beauty is a dialectical concept - only ugliness is universal!
  Modern weapons, unlike wine, love youth!
  To spare an enemy is like sitting on a dagger - steel knows no empathy!
  The best weapon is ingenuity, it doesn"t require any expenses, but it"s expensive!
  When the number of corpses is more than one, they turn from a tragedy into an extra!
  Murder is like losing your virginity for the first time and it hurts, then with each new act there is more and more pleasure!
  A poor scout is one who cannot foresee a way out in case of failure!
  In any other area, a mistake can cost you your life and health, and only by being mistaken in religion do you risk losing your immortality!
  A beast has fangs, a man has a gun. The animal relies on muscle, and the man on reason! Challenges dull teeth but sharpen the mind - therefore, reason is immortal, and progress, like a perpetual motion machine, will lead to prosperity!
  Even the most terrible news becomes commonplace when repeated many times!
  When an agent works for two intelligence agencies, hiring a child who is trying to stuff two pacifiers into his mouth, he risks tearing his own mouth!
  Movement is the rain that makes the flowers of health grow, and the hoe that uproots the weeds of disease!
  The blind does not see the blind - they go wherever they want!
  The blind man cannot lead the way - the dear faithful passage!
  And the sighted traveler, don"t delay - help the poor blind people!
  A person easily breaks, with difficulty subjugates, and very rarely achieves love from nature!
  In cards, luck comes to a clear head, nimble fingers, and a calm heart!
  In general, crime is not chocolate; if you get dirty, you won"t live a sweet life, but you will definitely get an obese heart!
  A lack of strength can compensate for an excess of intelligence, but no excess of strength can compensate for a lack of intelligence!
  Talent can replace a lack of education, but no amount of education can replace a lack of talent!
  A diamond is a jewel even without polishing, but no amount of polishing will turn coal into a diamond!
  Someone else's death is fun, but your own demise breaks your heart and your soul sinks into your heels!
  Money is like dirt, it sticks to bloody hands and slippery souls!
  Of all forms of fanaticism, religious fanaticism is the most irrational and selfish, as it is aimed primarily at achieving personal immortality!
  The only difference between love and rape is the form of payment: payment in kind for the last act!
  It is better to lose in righteousness than to gain in sin!
  The loss of the righteous is the gain of heaven, the gain of the sinner is the robbery of the soul!
  By denying God, the communists placed an unbearable burden on man's shoulders! Desiring to take the place of the Almighty, man could not bear the pain of Golgotha and the temptations of the devil!
  Lacking the power of Jesus, people, instead of building a kingdom of goodness and justice, fell into the abyss of vice!
  The countless treasures in a person's soul, if you start robbing them, will quickly dry up without bringing riches!
  Every sexual act is a treasure that you share and no thief can steal it from your heart!
  Every man has something in common with a primate, well, if it"s potency, but more often it"s intelligence!
  It would be funny if it weren't true!
  Unfortunately, we have more living jokes than decent men and honest politicians!
  He who sells his soul always remains at a loss - he gives the immortal for the mortal!
  Victory over a strong opponent usually costs more, but you won"t give it away for nothing!
  Self-interest and profit cannot justify murder - only honor, freedom and the Motherland are the advocates of violence!
  Good must be with a machine gun,
  Strike like furious steel!
  So that the blood flows like a waterfall,
  Evil has no mercy, kill everyone!
  Of all works of art, it is military masterpieces that are most firmly imprinted in people's memories and evoke the most tears!
  - A painting painted with blood: brighter than oil and fades much more slowly!
  A decent person places justice above family and friendship! The law for friends and enemies should be the same, as husband and wife!
  The existence of different laws turns justice into a prostitute!
  A strong opponent hardens the body and will, making you stronger - a weak one corrupts the soul and weakens the body, making you weaker!
  So the hard way gives much more than an easy victory!
  A soldier is given hands to shoot, and brains to stop in time!
  Killing a fool is like pricking him with a needle, shooting a smart person is like hitting him with a shell!
  Nature is man's mother, and the mother of a great inventor can't be a complete fool! Although she lacks practical savvy!
  The bullet is the most effective educational method in communicating with young people, as well as with the elderly!
  Only the effectiveness of the impact decreases! Missing too often will reduce your credibility, and if you hit the target, you'll have to train zombies!
  Religion lowers the proud man to the level of an animal - giving him a choice between a sheep and a goat!
  It is better to give your skin to people like a sheep than to hiss like a snake forever!
  In general, the concept of working with the head does not only imply a literal interpretation, even when it comes to martial arts!
  If you want to get rich, become a Jew; if you want to go broke, borrow from a Jew!
  Lead aids digestion, especially if the pill is in the form of a cartridge!
  An official who does not take bribes is like a virgin prostitute!
  Usually, to save one, you have to kill another! It's a cruel law, no doubt, but it restores the natural balance of species!
  There is no better fighter in the world than a Russian soldier, and no greater tyrant than a Russian general!
  Excessive luxury is a sign of frivolity, frivolity is a harbinger of imminent ruin!
  Wise words from the mouth of a scoundrel, like a fountain from a garbage dump!
  You have the advantage of length, but I have the advantage of intelligence!
  Sometimes you can kill, but you can never take away hope!
  In war, if you miss a second, you can lose eternity!
  An ordinary tower is pitiful among skyscrapers, but majestic among huts!
  Man submits to force, respects cruelty, despises gentleness and does not value kindness!
  Sex is the best cure for all mental illnesses, but unfortunately it is expensive and difficult to access!
  He who does not love sex does not love life and does not appreciate the joys of the flesh!
  Poetry has something in common with wine in that its value grows with time, but even centuries do not allow the lines to rot and the sparks to go out!
  A soldier is like a computer - it counts one and zero, and a warrior is a friend and an enemy!
  Man differs from animals in his humanism and ability to act contrary to instincts!
  Violence against women sometimes produces healthy children, but violence against nature only produces monsters!
  If the mother is cruel, so are the children! As is the nature of her offspring, so is man!
  Friendship is sought from the strong, sustenance from the rich, and loyalty is shown to the fearless!
  Attacking is the best way to neutralize the enemy's numerical advantage - forcing them to fight back is like cutting off half their arms!
  For a woman, love is pleasure and income, for men it is pleasure and expense!
  For an immoral person, inventing a new weapon is like sawing off the legs of a chair when a rope is wrapped around your neck!
  Upon arrival near Ufa, the boys reported to Pugachev on the completion of the task.
  The peasant king was amazed that the children had worked so quickly. And of course, he rewarded them. He presented them with a silver cross and two hundred rubles each.
  Then came the assault on Ufa. Margarita and Oleg, as always, were at the forefront and attacking swiftly.
  They chop down enemies with sabers and throw bombs.
  The Ufa garrison was already weakened by hunger, and the rebel victories had broken their spirit.
  Moreover, the Cossack king has almost fifty thousand troops - a huge force...
  After Oleg Rybachenko hacked the commandant to death, the remaining fighters surrendered.
  They were sworn in, their hair cut, and their hair cut like Cossacks'. Some officers chose to join Pugachev. And what better way to hang themselves?
  In short, Ufa was easily taken. Even the Cossack Tsar regretted not storming Yaitsky.
  Overall, things are looking up for Pugachev. Now he can send more troops to the Ural factories. And Beloborodov can be tasked with capturing all the cities and Tobolsk.
  The decision was made unequivocally to march on Kazan, and then on to Moscow. Yemelyan Pugachev even announced that his son, Tsarevich Paul, had joined the campaign and would hand over the throne to his father. At least, that's what many believed.
  Pugachev's army continued to grow. News arrived of the capture of several more Ural factories, along with new cannons, supplies, and gunpowder.
  After which, the huge army set out on a campaign. It moved along the river, along both banks, toward the Volga.
  Tsar Yemelyan Pugachev was cheerful and contented. So far, things were going very well for him. In fact, the rebels had never suffered a major defeat. And the reputation of the new Russian tsar was rising. And every day, thousands of new warriors were joining him.
  The self-proclaimed tsar has a large cavalry force. And everything smells like a real victory.
  The child rangers run ahead of the rest of the troop. They are cheerful and laugh a lot.
  Here the young warriors attack a hussar patrol. A brief exchange of fire, a couple of grenade tosses from bare toes. And the soldiers are destroyed.
  Next up is the Osa fortress. In real history, it surrendered without a fight. So the guys haven't stormed it or killed anyone yet.
  They even got a little bored... The boys sang;
  Spartacus raised the slaves to heroic deeds,
  To throw off the yoke of hated princes...
  He turned the unfortunate into a swarm of eagles -
  The call is simple - expand your dreams!
  
  Get the sword, having won it by struggle,
  And mercilessly chop down evil enemies...
  You, fighter, open the way to happiness quickly,
  The deceased will live forever in granite!
  
  We'll get the moon from the sky, no need for it,
  We will open the vastness of Mars like a gate,
  And even if you believe in Venus, I will come...
  The entire Milky Way will go under the hero's sword!
  
  There are stars in the sky and the eyes of girls -
  They sparkle with sapphires and rubies...
  And my wild thoughts fly -
  When our ancestor beat Mamaia's side!
  
  Chelubey cried out in the mortal battle:
  That Rus' will perish under the whirlwind's hoof...
  Odd is the mad cry - kill them all:
  That the laughter and sonorous songs have died down!
  
  Peresvet gave a resounding answer,
  A spear strike and the enemy is in a nightmarish hell...
  The dungeon will not wait for the warrior -
  We will win, believe in it, people!
  
  Fate is treacherous - there are days in the clouds,
  Not every time there is luck and trophies...
  And our cities are on fire, on fire,
  It seems we too have not kept up with the battle!
  
  But the Russian place in triumph is known,
  Our ancestor Caesar, the formidable Macedonian...
  The planet will soon turn into paradise,
  Poshekhonsky cheese with tea is very tasty!
  
  
  
  Speer Changes History
  Speer, this genius of organization, managed to convince the Fuhrer to urgently develop and put into production a light, cheap, maneuverable jet fighter with only two aircraft cannons, but the best in the world in terms of flight characteristics.
  Thus, the HE-162 was born, not on December 6, 1944, when it first took to the air-it was already too late-but on April 20, 1943, when the Third Reich was still resilient and could have influenced the course of the war. Fortunately, the Jummo jet engine was already ready for mass production. The aircraft was made almost entirely of wood, with fifty kilograms of armor on the front alone. But the aircraft was light, inexpensive, and highly maneuverable, easy to control. Its speed exceeded 900 kilometers per hour, and its empty weight was only 1,600 kilograms. Initially, it was armed with two 20-millimeter aircraft cannons-more powerful than the Yak-9 and comparable to the LaGG-5.
  A fairly easy-to-control machine. In short, a people's fighter. Cheaper than the ME-109 and easier to produce, but far more effective.
  The HE-162 proved to be an effective weapon. Even during the Battle of Kursk, German aces were racking up kills with it. Huffman particularly distinguished himself.
  Hitler, of course, was pleased and ordered production to increase to five thousand per month. This figure was never reached, but by the end of 1943, over two thousand vehicles were being produced per month.
  The HE-162 created problems for the USSR in the air and somewhat slowed the Soviet advance. At the Kursk Bulge, German tank losses were lower than in real history, and many IL-2s were shot down.
  The Germans were able to prolong the resistance, and Kharkov and Orel fell a month later than in real history.
  But the Red Army still advanced, albeit more slowly than in real history. Thanks to this, the Germans managed to consolidate their position across the Dnieper and establish a powerful defense there. And then the E-10 self-propelled gun, a very successful tank destroyer, arrived.
  The Germans were able to stabilize the front in the east. In the winter, Soviet troops were unable to cross the Dnieper. The Germans also held out near Leningrad.
  Although the Allies made progress in Italy, it came at a very high price.
  Having failed to break through the Nazis, the Red Army advanced on Crimea. Here, too, the fighting lasted longer than in real history, but ended in defeat.
  The Allied landings in Normandy ended in defeat for Britain and the United States. On June 22, Soviet forces launched an attack in the center. But the Germans were able to repel the Soviet onslaught, partly due to the successful and inexpensive E-10 self-propelled gun. Weighing twelve tons, this vehicle boasted 82-millimeter frontal armor sloped at 45 degrees-impenetrable to Soviet T-34s-and a gun comparable to the T-4. This vehicle could even penetrate the front of an IS-2 at close range, with a good chance of deflecting the sloped armor.
  The new German vehicles are good at defense. And the Fritz are taking advantage of this. But the Soviet vehicles aren't quite as good. The T-34-85 has a weak gun and protection, and is a bit too tall. And the IS-2 is vulnerable to the front of the turret and the lower hull.
  The Germans were able to hold on by concentrating their forces in the center in advance and guessing the main direction of the attack.
  Following the Allied defeat in Normandy, anti-war sentiment in the United States and Britain intensified. The Americans were particularly unlucky: while attempting to land in the Philippines, their transports were attacked by Japanese battleships and sunk. Many vehicles and soldiers were lost.
  Which also made a strong impression on the American people.
  The Germans, having repelled the attack in the center, transferred part of their troops to Italy and began an offensive there.
  The Panther-2 took part in the battles. The Germans managed to keep the weight down to fifty tons by giving it an 88-millimeter gun and a 71-caliber EL barrel, and the vehicle itself had 150-millimeter thick, sloped frontal armor.
  The Panther-2, being lighter but with a more powerful engine, proved to be an excellent tank destroyer.
  The Germans managed to recapture Naples, capturing numerous prisoners and trophies. The Allies fled back to Sicily, where they sought refuge using the navy.
  German designers also put the E-25 into production. Soviet troops attempted another attack near Leningrad. But the Germans were ready there. Generally, German reconnaissance was working well, especially aerial reconnaissance, as the Nazis had acquired jet aircraft capable of high-altitude flight and completely invulnerable to Soviet air defenses.
  In winter, Soviet troops again attacked in the center, but their attacks were predictable. Meanwhile, the Nazis gained complete air superiority. Allied air forces also suffered heavy losses.
  In February, the Nazis launched an operation in Sicily, capturing over two hundred thousand British and American soldiers. And in March, the Germans struck in the south. They broke through the defenses, advancing at night, and created a couple of pockets.
  Soviet troops began to surrender.
  After Roosevelt's death, Truman offered Hitler a truce. The number one fascist agreed. But in exchange, he demanded supplies of petroleum products and the return of prisoners. Truman and Churchill agreed.
  The Germans had a free hand in the east. They also acquired a new tank, the E-75. A more compact layout-the engine and transmission were combined-and a transverse layout allowed the vehicle to be lower in height. It resembled a much taller Tiger II, but with a much lower silhouette.
  Despite its much thicker, steeply angled armor, the E-75 weighed in at 75 tons, powered by a 1,250-horsepower engine. This made it quite maneuverable and reliable. The tank's main gun was armed with two types of cannon: a 105-mm cannon in the 100 EL for fighting enemy tanks, and a more versatile 128-mm cannon in the 55 EL. The turret had 252-mm thick sloped frontal armor, 170-mm thick side armor, and sloped rear armor. The hull had 200-mm thick upper armor, sloped at 45 degrees, and 160-mm lower armor, also sloped at 45 degrees. The hull sides were 120-mm thick, and there were an additional 90-mm shields.
  Thus, with a weight of 75 tons, the Germans created a vehicle that was not inferior to the Maus in armor and armament, albeit with only one gun.
  The E-75 was not penetrated by Soviet anti-tank guns, even from the side, and undoubtedly received priority from Hitler over all other E-series tanks.
  The USSR only had the IS-3, which had better frontal turret protection but was more difficult to produce. So Stalin ordered that the IS-2 and T-34-85 not be discontinued for the time being.
  In the summer, German E-75 tanks appeared on the front lines for the first time. They proved to be highly effective vehicles.
  At the same time, the Nazis developed the light ME-1010 aircraft with variable-sweep wings, the more advanced ME-262X, and the more heavily armed, faster, and more maneuverable HE-262. This people's fighter earned the designers every praise. The Ju-287 jet bomber also demonstrated impressive aerobatics. The Arado also appeared.
  The Germans were able to advance in Ukraine in the summer, recapturing the Donbass. Then, in the fall, they took Kursk and approached Voronezh. Soviet troops retreated beyond the Don River and attempted to establish a defense there. Winter was approaching.
  German diplomats made efforts to include Turkey in the war.
  Here they circled and promised mountains of gold.
  Stalin, sensing that the USSR would find it difficult to resist new German technology, and that the creation of the new T-54 tank was encountering certain difficulties, offered the Nazis a truce.
  In response, Hitler demanded the surrender of Leningrad and Crimea, as well as free supplies of grain, oil, and other raw materials! He also demanded the return of prisoners of war and the transfer of some of the USSR's gold.
  Stalin agreed to everything except the surrender of Leningrad.
  The Nazis advanced in Crimea during the winter. They captured almost the entire peninsula, except for Sevastopol. The Red Army attempted to advance in the center and north, but again without success, suffering enormous losses.
  In March 1946, the Führer finally agreed to a three-year armistice. The USSR, of course, supplied the Third Reich with raw materials free of charge and handed over some military equipment.
  The Nazis turned to the West. The atomic bomb had not yet been created, and Japan was desperately holding out against America. A fierce battle raged for every island in the Pacific.
  First, Hitler reached an agreement with Franco, and German troops took Gibraltar in a surprise attack. Then they entered Morocco. The British base in Malta was destroyed and captured by airborne troops. The Nazis began to invade Africa.
  Their pilots, Albina and Alvina, also became very strong. The girls managed to surpass Huffman and become the first to break the 500-aircraft-shot barrier back on the Eastern Front.
  And in the West, these completely bare-legged, bikini-clad devils have become a threat to American and British cars.
  And Gerda and her tank crew were driving through Algeria in an E-75. The girls hold the record for the most vehicles destroyed on the Eastern Front, surpassing Wittmann.
  The female warriors began fighting at the Battle of Kursk and demonstrated their skill. Although the dim-witted Hitler doubted women were capable of fighting, Gerda, Charlotte, Christina, and Magda performed miracles in the Panther. They became the second tank crew after Wittmann to receive the prestigious award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. They also received the War Merit Cross in gold and diamonds.
  The girls are riding along and singing:
  - We will dig up the whole world without the Reich,
  To the ground, and then...
  We will build a new, new world,
  He who was nothing will become everything!
  The warriors giggle and bare their teeth. And shoot at themselves again...
  They knocked out an English tank and roared:
  - We are super!
  Gerda presses the joystick button with her bare toes, rips the turret off the Sherman and shouts:
  - I am a future goddess!
  Then Christina knocks down the tank with her bare toes and squeals:
  - I am also a super girl!
  Then she shoots, smashing Charlotte's car, and squeaks:
  - But pasaran!
  And Magda finished off the Englishman with the next projectile. Girls are truly superhumans.
  And to be honest, they're defeating everyone. They're used to wiping out all their enemies, and they're destined for hell, of course!
  The warriors work and shoot, giving their opponents no quarter.
  Several thousand Englishmen and Americans surrendered. The men fell to their knees and kissed the girls' bare, dusty feet.
  That's how the fight goes... Algeria has fallen, and the Germans are already in Libya. Of course, they win easily. There are no obstacles for them.
  By the summer of 1946, the Germans had captured all of North Africa and reached the Suez Canal. The Nazis had acquired a formidable weapon: disc-shaped aircraft that were impossible to shoot down. Both the British and the Americans were crushed by this.
  In the fall, the Wehrmacht moved into Sudan and the Middle East. The British and Americans fell like cracked nuts.
  They secretly tried to negotiate with Stalin. "Open a second front," they said.
  The Red dictator responded evasively... That autumn, the Germans captured the entire Middle East and most of Africa, reaching Cameroon. And in the winter, German troops advanced on Iran and then on to India. The land of elephants was conquered. And then, in the spring, the Nazis advanced into southern Africa, finally taking control of the Dark Continent.
  In June 1947, the landing in Britain followed... The elite forces of the Wehrmacht took part in the battles.
  For the first time, a pyramidal tank was tested, which demonstrated excellent protection from all angles and high speed.
  Gerda's tank crew fought in it. The girls turned out to be exceptionally tough and agile....
  They packed a bunch of tanks and guns.
  Gerda fired, knocked down the English cannon and sang:
  - Our enemies won't stop us!
  And how he laughs!
  Charlotte will also bare her teeth and squeak:
  - We will conquer the veil of the universe!
  And it will also sweep away the tank.
  Then Christina will slap him, growling furiously:
  - Boots sparkle in the march!
  And it will also sweep away the tower!
  Then Magda fired, knocking down the English howitzer, and croaked:
  - Instant take-off!
  Warriors at a colossal height.
  And Albina and Alvina are flying through the sky, finishing off British and American aircraft. They crush the Fritzes with their bare, chiseled feet and sing to themselves:
  - Africa is dangerous, yes, yes, yes!
  Africa is terrible - yes, yes, yes!
  Don't go, children! To Africa for a walk!
  He also hit us with fifty planes between the two of us in one battle.
  This is how warriors confidently crush their enemies.
  Britain fell within two weeks. And the London garrison capitulated. Thus the Third Reich crushed its dangerous adversary.
  But the United States still remains... Having united with the Japanese and having a lot of resources, the Germans begin to put pressure on the Americans... In August 1947, the Nazis landed in Iceland and captured the island, approaching America.
  Reaching the United States isn't easy. But the Nazis have established footholds in Latin America and are building up their forces. But the war drags on. In the winter, battles were fought at sea and in the air. And in the spring of 1948, the Germans tried to reach Greenland. And they succeeded... By the summer, the Nazis were already conquering Canada. But the fighting was fierce...
  Getting closer and closer to the USA. But Soviet girls are on guard, too.
  Five girls-Natasha, Mirabela, Angelica, Svetlana, and Olimpiada-arrived in America to volunteer to fight against the hordes of the Third Reich. All five girls are very beautiful and speak English. Stalin and Putin refused to send the entire female battalion, as it would have violated the peace terms concluded with the fascist empire. The USSR needed to buy time at any cost while the Nazis attacked the United States.
  The five girls are volunteers: they fought through nearly the entire war, from Brest and the Bug to Orenburg. And they are fighting the Nazis on the other side of the world, in the capital of Honduras.
  Tegucigalpa, one of the main defensive strongholds, was in conflict with a motley horde. Both the Japanese and the Asian hordes were eager to take the fight. The Germans themselves fought only with tanks, and their infantry consisted entirely of non-Aryan peoples. They drove Asians, blacks, and Arabs forward.
  Natasha fired, cutting down two Africans and chirped:
  - Just the horde of Genghis Khan!
  Golden-haired Mirabella, having cut down three Indians with a burst of machine gun fire, lifted her bare, tanned legs up. And said:
  - We're grinding up cannon fodder!
  A grenade fragment flew and slapped Mirabela-Zoya on her bare, round heel. Girls traditionally fight in bikinis and barefoot. And when a sharp object hits a calloused, girlish sole, it hurts a bit.
  The beauty winked and fired again... Mirabella is very slender, of medium height with a perfect figure.
  Natasha is taller, a major, and even a Hero of the Soviet Union. But she's also almost naked, barely covered by a bikini. She's very tanned, but her hair is white. And Natasha is a very accurate shot. And she loves to throw grenades with her bare feet.
  Beautiful Angelica shoots, shooting down four Arabs with a burst. Her hair is red, or rather copper-red, like a proletarian banner. And when the winds blow, it's like a revolutionary flag. The girl sparkles with her emerald eyes, like stars. And she brutally sweeps away her enemies.
  Svetlana is also a blonde. And she's firing a machine gun. The girl braced herself with her bare feet and fired a burst. Five mismatched fighters were thrown into the air, and crimson fountains of blood erupted from the chests and stomachs of their enemies.
  Svetlana, licking her full lips, chirped:
  - War is air for the lungs...
  A girl, lying down, throws a grenade with her bare foot. Explosions are heard. Several militants are thrown in different directions.
  Olimpiada is a larger, more muscular woman with light-brown hair. She's a typical young, rustic woman. She's very strong physically and a good shot.
  Here comes another burst of gunfire. And the fascist mercenaries fall dead.
  Olympiad, while shooting, says:
  "Ladushki, ladushki, where have you been? At grandma's!" The girl fired, taking out three bearded Hitler fighters and added, "What did you eat? Porridge! What did you drink? Home brew!"
  The girls hold the line. They don't let the fascists advance. And they roar out songs of friendship:
  - We will dig up the whole world of violence,
  To the ground, and then...
  We will build a new, heavenly world-
  He who was nothing will become everything!
  Natasha throws another grenade with her bare foot. It blows up the advancing infantry. It's getting noticeably hotter. Here comes the notorious "Lion"-2, and next to it, the more advanced E-50. Shells erupt. The head of a black American is blown off, and it rolls away.
  Mirabella stepped on a burning board, and her hardened legs barely felt the heat of the flames.
  The golden-haired beauty fired and purred:
  - And who will stop the flow of bloody, raging rivers...
  Mirabela fired again, knocking the African off the E-50's armor and chirped.
  - A blaster beam hits the temple, and in an angry flash the man disappears!
  The girl fired again. Her bare, tanned, graceful foot flashed through the air. A grenade flew toward her. The golden-haired beauty deftly deflected the gift with her bare, barely dusty sole. The grenade flew back. It exploded among the ranks of Third Reich fighters. It seemed as if watermelons were smashing out of a truck. So much blood was spreading.
  Mirabela tweeted:
  "The girl failed her exam, and the damned Reich came. Hitler must have gotten tired of life, and his beauty ate her up!"
  Angelica is no slouch either. She fires from her machine guns and mutters as she scatters corpses:
  - For mommy"s spoon! For daddy's spoon! And for Koba, a ladle! And on your side in bed!
  A copper-haired beauty launches a wooden airplane with her bare foot. It flies straight toward a massive German "Lion" tank. It lands on the muzzle of a 105mm cannon and explodes, rendering the gun inoperable.
  The German turns around and is forced to run away in disgrace. Angelica, rubbing her foot against a piece of the building, says:
  - If you don't have the strength, you need the brains! We'll have to make a fuss!
  And again, the girl is a very accurate shot. Her red hair is like the flame of an Olympic torch. An attractive girl. In the American army, she had already distinguished herself, demonstrating a fierce temperament. She was especially good at flirting with African Americans. With them, it was so unusual and beautiful.
  Angelica, by the way, also destroys black people fighting in the Third Reich's army. Why did Germany conquer all of Africa? Try stopping such a power.
  The E-50 is a state-of-the-art tank, with a gas turbine engine and thick side and frontal armor. It's impossible to take with a grenade. Angelica threw the gift with her bare foot, knocking down several infantrymen, and chirped:
  - Oh, you're a reliable tank armor, against someone who intends to bite... But you know, your strength is...nya, you can only kick like a steel horse!
  Svetlana was also a very accurate shot. And she preferred to throw grenades with her feet. Her bare toes twirled the steel disk. The tip flew past, slitting the throats of two Nazi fighters. They dropped their machine gun, and now a dense burst of heavy-caliber fire slashed across the horde's lines. A whole line of foreign fighters recruited through raids into the army of the Third Reich.
  Svetlana chirped:
  - Luck is the reward for courage! And one song is enough! As long as it's about home!
  But the beauty hadn't yet had time to miss home. Although Soviet volunteers in the American army were very few. Stalin-Putin wanted to keep a low profile, lest they give Hitler a reason to accuse Russia of violating the terms of the "Straw Peace."
  Five girls-the very best in the women's battalion-were warned that if they were captured, their country would be forced to disown them. In that case, the girls were expected to pretend they were mere mercenaries hired for money.
  Svetlana, Natasha, and the other girls understood that if they were captured, they would face horrific torture. So they decided, under any circumstances, not to be captured alive by the Nazis.
  German attack aircraft fly over American positions. Not expecting to encounter such stubborn resistance in the capital of Honduras, the Nazis are somewhat annoyed.
  Jet attack aircraft are powerful. Missiles are flying, cannons are firing.
  American soldiers are dying. Olimpiada also took a piece of shrapnel in her fleshy shoulder. Blood gushed out. The powerful girl pulled out a piece of steel with her teeth and spat out blood. Then she fired again from the bulky submachine gun. Foreign mercenaries are falling. Almost all of them are natives, only their commanders are German, and even then, not always. True, the most modern E-50 tank has an all-German crew. The vehicle boasts decent speed and maneuverability. Well, this isn't the most advanced version yet-it weighs seventy-five tons. Walls crumble under its tracks. This tank is usually made in three variants: one with a 105-millimeter cannon, one with a 180-millimeter assault gun, and one with a 400-millimeter rocket launcher.
  Each modification has its own task. This tank, for example, carries an assault gun, more suited to city attacks. And it's not so easy to destroy. Olimpiada crosses herself and, with her large, yet graceful, beautifully shaped toes, grabs an anti-tank grenade. Now she needs to hurl the gift right at the muzzle to disable the mastodon's gun. Five machine guns cover the modern German tank, and it's not so easy to get to it.
  Olimpiada is very strong, and her horse-like legs can throw a grenade far. But not always accurately. At least, not to hit a target like the barrel of a 180mm cannon. The powerful girl has doubts. What if she misses?
  If only their long-time partner Oleg Rybachenko were with them, this brave pioneer would have come up with something.
  But the boy perished in the battle for Voronezh. The girls knew nothing of his fate. But the fate of a pioneer inventor was indeed unenviable. First, Oleg Rybachenko was brutally tortured, trying to extract secrets. After the ordeal, the eleven-year-old boy was sent to the mines. The work was terrifying and extremely difficult. But the Soviet pioneer, small but wiry, proved resilient.
  He managed to survive, and even through the labyrinthine mines, he managed to escape. And Oleg Rybachenko did make it. The boy wandered around the Balkans for a while until he joined a local partisan detachment. There, he became a liaison and saboteur.
  The Balkans still had a fairly well-developed partisan movement. This was partly because the occupation forces were Italians, Romanians, Bulgarians, and Albanians, who were not as combat-ready as regular Wehrmacht units.
  But many partisans still died, especially from air strikes. Yugoslav patriots were forced to hide in the mountains, forests, or, at best, small villages. A large number of commanders had already been killed. The peace treaty signed with the USSR worsened the situation. Now new punitive divisions began arriving in the Balkans, conducting mass raids and sweeping operations.
  Oleg Rybachenko had to go deeper and further into the mountains with the partisans.
  Olimpiada, unaware of the fate of their beloved hero, sighed heavily. Then she clutched the grenade tighter with her bare, girlish toes and hurled it with all her might at the enemy tank. The E-50 fired just then, releasing a lethal round.
  Olympiada even shook, and she fell to her knees. A cobblestone ripped from the pavement struck her on the head, and her bare heel was burned by the red-hot metal. The girl rubbed her dazed head, her dusty hair.
  The grenade flew past, barely missing the barrel, and struck the vehicle's slanted front. An explosion thundered... But of course, a grenade couldn't penetrate 250 millimeters of frontal armor, especially at an angle.
  Olympiada slammed her fist into the dust, raising a cloud of sand. Then she roared:
  - Score, score! Score a goal!
  The girl tapped her shin on the cracked asphalt. A splinter was lodged in the callus on her heel. The skin on the girl's soles was as thick as a hippopotamus's. She grew up in a poor family and had hardly ever worn shoes since birth. However, this didn't make her feet appear rough in shape; they were tanned, graceful, and seductive.
  Olympiada, admittedly, was a bit intimidating to men with her towering height, thick muscles, and protruding knuckles. But the powerful woman had a kindly disposition, and her wide hips were complemented by a relatively thin waist and defined abs. Only in clothing, her large breasts could make Olympiada appear plump. In a bikini, she resembled a busty athlete.
  The girl, frustrated, threw the grenade again, this time aiming for the tracks. But the deadly gift hit the thick, armored shield protecting the rollers.
  Olympiada punched herself in the chin in frustration. It made her jaw ache. And the mighty girl cursed:
  - I mow like a scythe!
  Svetlana also tried to hit the dangerous tank, but the grenade thrown by her foot missed its target by a hair. The blonde began scrambling in the car. But then two more tanks appeared-a Lev and a Panther-2-and they fired machine guns at all approaches. They had to be extremely careful.
  An American Sherman attempted to close in on the German vehicles. It only had a chance to hit the Panther-2 in the side. But the Germans weren't so easily fooled. Moreover, the Sherman's tall silhouette made it visible from a distance.
  The Panther-2 spat out a shell and hit the American directly in the forehead. The tall machine broke in half and burst into flames like a Christmas candle.
  Svetlana said in frustration:
  - Oh, your tanks are so weak... Better technical ones, you'll become Yankees!
  But Natasha, a seasoned warrior, managed to get close to the Panther. She threw a grenade... and the long barrel of the German machine curled into a ram's horn.
  The Panther-2 tank entered production in 1943. Its latest, most widespread modification featured 150-millimeter frontal armor, 82-millimeter sloped side armor, and an 88-millimeter gun with a 71-EL barrel. It was supposed to be phased out in favor of the more advanced and better-protected E-50 model as of 1945. However, for now, this tank is still fighting. Weighing 51 tons, the vehicle has a 900-horsepower engine, providing excellent performance.
  And now, having sustained damage, the Panther-2 turns around and flees. Natasha manages to throw another grenade with her bare foot. It smashes the wheels. And the German vehicle's speed noticeably slows.
  Natasha says with a joyful look:
  - What a punch! My punch is a gift from God!
  And the girl thumbed her nose at the Germans. But machine gun fire poured out of the E-50. And bullets whistled over Natasha's white, slightly dirty hair. One of the bullets even cut off a strand of her hair. The major even felt a little ticklish.
  Natasha chirped:
  - If you want to be like an elephant, go to the madhouse, bandit!
  The girl lifted her cut lock with her toes. Natasha's hair was silky, the color of pearls, but slightly dusty. And yet so soft. The girl ran it over her sole. It tickled slightly and felt pleasant.
  Natasha remembered how a guy had caressed her. His hands had started from the soles of her feet, moving up to her thighs, and then to her most sensitive spot. Being caressed by a handsome young man was very pleasant. Natasha had almost loved him. She enjoyed lovemaking, and the touch of a muscular male body aroused her. But true, romantic love, the kind where you're obsessed with a man, Natasha had never experienced. She'd already had many boyfriends. Many of her men had died in battle.
  Even this was the curse of war. And here in America, there are muscular black guys. And everything is so unusual with them.
  Natasha fired, taking down a black man. She felt a little sorry for the African boy. She'd killed a man fighting for interests alien to him. After all, the Germans are racists. They view blacks as slaves. But at the same time, they enlist Africans in the foreign divisions of the swollen Wehrmacht.
  Natasha made a fig with her bare toes and showed it to the Nazis. "Yes, the Germans themselves aren't taking any damage here. The tanks have too thick armor to penetrate with a grenade or a bazooka. But the native troops are dying."
  Natasha hurls a grenade at the E-50. She swung her bare, tanned leg and threw, twisting her hips. The grenade flew in a high arc. Her bare toes left the feeling of the metal touching them. And then the grenade fell.
  Natasha whispers:
  - May God help us!
  A hot wind blew over the girl, as if a handsome man had touched her. Natasha had been reading a book about Tarzan, and she really wanted this man to play with her. He would caress her bare breasts with his strong hands.
  The grenade hit the muzzle, but exploded too late, bouncing off the metal. Shrapnel pounded like peas on armor. Only scratches remained!
  Natasha took out another grenade. But she saw it was an anti-personnel one. She was out of anti-tank ones.
  The girl growled in frustration. But to save time, she placed it in her bare toes. She turned her leg, bent her torso, then straightened it out and hurled it at the infantry.
  Half a dozen militants flew into the air like ping-pong balls. One of them lost his glasses, sending shrapnel flying a couple hundred meters, slicing across Natasha's back. Her bra burst, revealing the major's beautiful breasts.
  The girl instinctively covered her plump nipples. But then she realized who she had to fear. She shook her machine gun again. She fired a burst and stepped back slightly.
  An American infantryman fired a bazooka. The shell struck the German tank's sloping side, but the 160-millimeter armor held, deflecting the destructive energy. The German fired back. His large-caliber gun shattered the wall.
  Natasha tried to tie her bra straps. She thought that Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya had probably been driven around in the freezing cold in her underwear. It was in the Soviet film that she was depicted in a shirt or even a semblance of a dress. This alone was simply a tribute to prudishness. In reality, the Nazis, to further humiliate the captured girl, had probably stripped her naked. And the hungry German soldiers probably wanted to see the pretty and curvy girl naked.
  So, in the real story, the heroine couldn't cover her breasts, as her hands were tied behind her back. But she wasn't ashamed and looked proud. Natasha knew well what it was like to walk barefoot in the snow. She was hardened and loved the contact of her bare soles with the snow. Natasha liked it and enjoyed it. But she was already hardened by years of war. For young and city-dwelling Zoya, it was apparently painful. Her soles felt like they were burning coals.
  Natasha threw away her bra in frustration and shouted:
  "Shame is a bourgeois concept! A Soviet woman fears nothing and is not ashamed!"
  The girl started firing her machine gun again, or rather, her submachine gun. The metal was hot; Honduras is tropical, after all, and it can get very hot there in February. Natasha's fingers were burning. She had to give it her all. Today was February 23rd. Soviet Army Day, and that required fighting with all the calm and measured fury she could muster.
  Natasha cut down five more with bullets and accidentally burned her cheek on the hot breech of her machine gun. It was unpleasant, of course, and caused a blister.
  Natasha cursed:
  - Well, God, why did you create so many problems for me and my country!
  The blister itched... The girl's cheek was a very sensitive spot. She tried to find something cold to apply to the swollen ball. But try finding anything cool. In this scorching city. Especially since the weather was clear, and a southerly wind was blowing.
  Natasha is clearly out of her element. Olimpiada throws a grenade from a distance, but again, it's a miss. And attack aircraft are already racing overhead. The German aircraft are heavily armored and fast.
  Jet planes fly in waves, as if they were cutting down strips of flax.
  Natasha hid in a crevice. Shrapnel rockets flared above. The girl felt needle-like pieces of rubble rain down. Her bare neck tickled. Her nipples tingled, too.
  Natasha whispered:
  - Now that's a massage... But not a corset!
  The girl felt a painful itch begin to itch, almost as bad as her head. It was already hot, and the exploding rockets were adding to the heat. Was this really a sauna?
  Natasha remembered a real Russian banya, with spruce brooms. How the girl was beaten then.
  These were such exotic sensations.
  To cheer herself up, Natasha sang:
  - Love and death! Good and evil! What is sacred, what is sinful! We are destined to understand!
  The girl stood up and shook off all the dirt and debris that had stuck to her.
  Natasha growled:
  - Oh, Hitler will give you a punch in the horns!
  And the female major fired a burst at the infantrymen trying to rise for the attack. Several of the fighters, recruited by the raid, fell. Natasha wiped her dirty face; her eyes stung. The warrior spat and crossed herself.
  She opened fire with her automatic weapons again, and the militants were creeping closer. Red-haired Angelica also threw a grenade with her bare foot. The grenade jumped up and hit the fascists, blowing up a dozen people.
  Ryzhukha sang:
  - There is a lot of good in the world, it"s just covered in snow!
  And the girl opened fire from a submachine gun, only using not her hands, but her dexterous fingers and bare feet.
  Angelica shot accurately and howled:
  -Strike! Strike! Another strike! Another strike and here... The mighty demon, God's gift, delivers an uppercut!
  The girl threw shards of glass with her hands. She hit the fascists and chirped:
  - And for those who don"t want to live in peace... We commit hara-kiri on them!
  The Japanese have indeed appeared. Those slant-eyed fighters. How could they not commit hara-kiri?
  After emptying the submachine gun's magazine, Angelica picked up a grenade with her bare fingers and hurled it at the samurai. They received a gift: several mutilated Japanese soldiers were sent flying in all directions.
  Angelica stuck out her tongue and muttered:
  - I'm a super warrior! And I killed the enemy hyper!
  The Chinese, recruited by the Japanese from the captured areas of the Celestial Empire, went into battle. The Chinese soldiers advanced fearlessly, and the girls, having unloaded their submachine guns, were forced to retreat.
  Mirabella, with her bare feet, was tearing apart pieces of plaster and glass. The other girls were doing the same. It was getting very difficult.
  The Sturmlev has appeared, a powerful machine with a rocket-propelled grenade launcher. The kind of blast like that will leave you speechless.
  The first shot rang out... Svetlana, Anzhelika, and Olimpiada were thrown up by the blast wave, like the fountain of a gigantic whale. The girls flew several dozen meters and landed barefoot in the flames.
  The girls jumped out scalded and scorched, their bare soles slapping across the embers.
  Angelica hissed with annoyance:
  - First they put the bull under the axe, and then they roast him! And first they roast us, and then they put us under the axe!
  And the Komsomol girl laughed! But then she felt sad. She remembered her friend being captured. The Germans stripped the young girl and began holding fire to her bare chest. Such terrible pain. The girl screamed, and her delicate skin charred. Those were the kind of cruel Nazis. They didn't even ask questions, but instead lit an additional fire under the captive's bare feet. The Komsomol girl finally couldn't bear the torture and died of shock.
  Angelica, remembering such things, slapped her feet on the hot coals. Olimpiada burst ahead of her. This village girl has tanned skin, and you can't take her down with a blowtorch. What a girly Superman! Olimpiada sees a bazooka with a shell dropped by a dead American soldier. She snatches it up with her foot, throws it into her arms. And slams it in with all her might.
  A shell flies and hits the enslaved Chinese. There are many screams and groans. A mass of corpses. And severed limbs.
  Olypiada sang an ancient song:
  - And the samurai flew to the ground! Under the onslaught of steel and fire!
  The girls finally ran out from the coals. Their graceful, bare feet had taken a beating.
  Svetlana, like the most tender of them, twitched and rubbed her bare soles, trying to relieve the itching.
  Olympiada, who had been running barefoot in the snow since early childhood, did not pay attention to such a trifle.
  The heroine girl sang:
  - Just imagine that we've dipped ourselves in fresh milk... The reward is something that can be earned!
  The warrior picked up a broken, rather heavy piece of tile with her foot. Holding it tenaciously in her bare, girlish toes, she spun it and launched it at the enemy. Three Chinese fell victim to the death's gift, their heads shattered.
  Angelica said with a satisfied look, shooting at the enemy:
  - We are cool women!
  To ease the itch in her burnt, or rather singed, legs, Svetlana sang:
  - There are women in our Fatherland,
  What do they drive, jokingly airplane....
  For them, honor is more important than life,
  He'll easily kill the enemy!
  
  They are born to win,
  To glorify Rus' for centuries!
  After all, our great grandfathers -
  For them, I was going to do something at once!
  And Svetlana fired her machine gun. And she did it with great skill. So that everyone could sense that this was a warrior from God! If not from the Almighty, then certainly from Mars!
  Natasha was also shooting. She and Mirabela were forced to back away, picking up clips from dead American soldiers. The girls fell on their backs and fired back with their feet-they were better at it that way. And they were accurate. A mixture of Chinese and African troops advanced on the girls. And the warriors fired.
  Natasha sang:
  - The world is not a chessboard...
  Mirabella picked up this passage, exterminating the yellow and black mercenaries.
  - And the figures are not a round zero!
  Natasha added to the row of yellow and black cuts:
  - We are overcome with melancholy!
  Mirabella fired with the accuracy of Robin Hood and chirped:
  - And the horse throws itself into the fire!
  The girls, firing back, retreated behind the minefield. The Chinese and African fighters stumbled upon the treats. They began to explode, and the bombs bounced up, tearing them apart, creating a bloody mess.
  Several Panther-2 tanks appeared in the distance. They were firing, and everyone was afraid to approach. A Lev-2 moved forward, also spitting flames. And then there was a Rhinoceros flamethrower tank, drooling and belching flames.
  But the most fearsome is the Sturmlev. Its rocket launcher isn't particularly fast-firing, but it's hellishly destructive.
  Natasha whispers:
  "Russians, Russians-a restless fate! Why do we need trouble to be stronger? We need trouble!"
  It's true they're fighting far from Russia. But it's clear that the Wehrmacht, having conquered the United States, will return to finish off the USSR. And the girls find Americans so sweet and familiar.
  Natasha hammers away again, her hits seeming to burst pumpkins and heads under shovels. The girl gets hit in the leg by a splinter. A cut swells on her shin. The beauty crunched the bone and chirped:
  - No, the keen eye will not fade,
  A falcon's, an eagle's gaze...
  The people's voice is ringing -
  The whisper will crush the snake!
  
  I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the Sun will shine -
  Light the way for communism!
  At that moment, Olimpiada threw a grenade at the Sturmlev with all her might. And the Soviet girls finally got lucky. The armored cap popped off, and the Soviet gift flew straight into the wide barrel. For a second, everything froze. And then there was a blast. It was like an atomic bomb had been dropped. And the German tanks were scattered in all directions.
  The Nazis captured Toronto and were still able to enter the US territory from the north in the fall.
  The Americans gave in slowly but surely, often surrendering and trying to hold their positions.
  But the Germans beat them both on land and at sea.
  It's already late autumn and the Germans are surrounding Philadelphia. They're winning one victory after another and roaring like hell.
  Gerda and her tank crew are, as always, on top of their game. And, baring her teeth as she smashes American tanks, she sings:
  - Tiger claws, the strength of steel,
  Volcanic eruption...
  We see the distance of Nazism,
  From the Europe of Genghis Khan!
  And with his bare toes he presses down on the joystick. And again he fires at the Americans.
  Next comes Charlotte, and her shots are accurate. And behind her comes Magda, with Christina.
  And so Philadelphia fell. The Germans advanced further and by winter had reached New York. And there they would batter the enemy. And drop ten-ton bombs from TA-500s.
  Truman, after the Germans surrounded New York, offered peace to Washington. In return, he demanded unconditional surrender.
  In January, the assault on Washington followed. German pyramid-shaped tanks fought.
  On the fourth day of the assault, the garrison capitulated. And five days later, the United States capitulated as well.
  Thus ended the war in the West... Or rather, almost ended. The Germans continued their advance until they had captured all of Latin America...
  The ceasefire with the USSR was still in effect. The Third Reich was digesting its spoils and forming new divisions. Stalin, meanwhile, was rebuilding his devastated economy and gathering his forces.
  The USSR didn't achieve much success in tank production, producing only the T-54 and a small number of IS-4 tanks. For a long time, they failed to produce a suitable vehicle. And on April 20, 1953, taking advantage of Stalin's death on March 5, Hitler again attacked the USSR. An attempt at global hegemony was underway.
  Without Stalin, Soviet troops offered weak resistance. And the odds were unequal. Moreover, Japan and Türkiye had entered the war.
  Within a month, German pyramid-shaped tanks surrounded Moscow and captured the Caucasus. And three months later, they were already in the Urals. Alas, the forces were too unequal. And there were also disagreements within the USSR leadership.
  In short, after five months of war, the USSR was finally occupied by the Third Reich and Japan.
  It seemed humanity had finally found unity. But the world remained divided into two superpowers: the Third Reich and Japan. And on April 20, 1956, Hitler began another war, attacking Japan.
  And the girls take part in the battle. Gerda, a witch, attacks the samurai.
  And the girls from the Red Army. Natasha, Alenka, Mirabela, Maria, Olimpiada, Svetlana, Avgustina, Aurora. And so on. All these girls have one thing in common: they fight barefoot and in bikinis.
  And they're doing it very effectively. They're putting pressure on Japan... Under the blows of the German and coalition bludgeons, the samurai are fleeing and retreating.
  Gerda and Charlotte fight together in a pyramid-shaped tank. The girls shoot at the Japanese, destroy the vehicles, and sing:
  - We're super, super champions! And we're going to crush all the bugs!
  Gerda pressed the joystick button with her bare toes, hit the Japanese car and rustled:
  - I am a warrior, with a computer in my head!
  Charlotte also fired, cut up the samurai's car and squealed:
  - And may my entourage be the brightest and coolest!
  And then he just goes and shows his tongue!
  The girls are destroying Japan... The samurai are losing colonies, ships, and tanks.
  Japanese technology can't compare to German. And the Nazis have more soldiers. So they're advancing quite successfully. And the samurai do nothing but rejoice and bare their teeth. Or rather, they're sad, but they're still bare their teeth.
  After several months of fighting, China, Indochina, and other lands were recaptured. The Nazis even landed in Japan itself.
  A battle unfolded there, and the Nazis used nuclear weapons. And so much destruction and annihilation ensued.
  The samurai were unlucky! They fell under such a club. It was the end!
  And in general it all looks extremely funny.
  Soviet girls put samurai on their knees and force them to kiss their bare feet.
  These beauties remember how the Nazis let them down. And that's pretty cool.
  Alenka and Natasha sing:
  - Destruction is a passion, no matter the power! Power has always drunk the blood of others! But in the heart, love reigns!
  And they'll hit the samurai too. And they'll press down, and with machine guns, they'll mow down the line.
  But now Tokyo has fallen... The war lasted about six months and ended with the victory of the Wehrmacht.
  And on January 1, 1957, the Germans attacked Turkey and destroyed it as well. Afterwards, all other countries of the world were incorporated into the Third Reich.
  The formation of a unified empire was complete. By 1947, the Germans were already flying into space, and on April 20, 1958, they landed on the moon. Thus began the era of space expansion. Hitler died in 1959, two days shy of his seventieth birthday.
  Shortly before, a referendum on establishing a monarchy had been held, and the Führer had already chosen his heir. This successor was one of Hitler's many sons, conceived through artificial insemination.
  The fascist regime was cruel, but it brought order to the Earth. Gradually, more and more people received imperial citizenship.
  Developing according to plan and using the achievements of science, the Earth gradually solved the problems of hunger, epidemics, and unemployment.
  Birth rates were controlled, crime was successfully combated. In 1974, humans landed on Mars. And a year later, on Venus. In 1979, on Mercury. In 1980, on the moons of Jupiter. And in 1987, they landed on the farthest planet, Pluto. Space exploration was underway.
  In 2000, Emperor Friedrich III of Germany and the entire planet Earth, son of Hitler, granted citizenship of the Third Reich to all people on planet Earth. Formal equality of all races and peoples was declared.
  And in 2017, the first interstellar expedition to other worlds began.
  In 2019, Frederick III was assassinated, and Franz became the new emperor. His reign was short-lived. Two years later, a military coup d'état finally brought the Hitler dynasty to an end. Republicans came to power.
  The restoration of democracy and multi-party rule was announced. Nazism gradually died out.
  In 2030, the election of the supreme coordinator of the human state took place. The chosen one was Alenka, a warrior-witch who was already well over a hundred years old. But she never aged or changed over the years. Always muscular and youthful, fresh and beautiful.
  She ordered the destruction of all monuments to Adolf Hitler and the burning of his portraits.
  After which Alenka continued her expansion into space... Over the course of a hundred years, people had spread across half the galaxy.
  Then a war broke out, with a civilization breathing fluorine. But it wasn't all that scary. The Earthlings, with superior technology, won.
  And after a couple of centuries, the entire galaxy and several neighboring ones became human.
  And then another hundred years, and they discovered a way to travel through time. And extract people from the past before they die. And then replace them with bio-models.
  Hitler, too, was extracted before his death and transported into the future. There, the greatest dictator of all time was put on trial. They decided to find him guilty of monstrous crimes and sentence him to a billion years in prison, as the death penalty cannot exist in a humane supercivilization.
  Hitler was rejuvenated, turning him into a boy of about thirteen, and sent to a colony where other Nazi criminals, also turned into children, were imprisoned.
  There they studied, worked, and lived behind bars.
  Those who behaved well were given easier conditions: they were taken on excursions and given sumptuous meals. The young prisoners lived well: individual cells with gravity monitors, bathrooms, and computers, gyms, and leisure activities.
  True, free time was limited, and I had to do physical work-occupational therapy for criminals. But that's not scary in young bodies.
  Adolf Hitler was a boy, and he didn't grow up. But he was physically healthy, felt great, and was well-fed. Prisoners have human rights, too.
  From time to time, for good behavior, the former Fuhrer was taken on starships and allowed to visit other worlds.
  Over time, occupational therapy was reduced and time spent on recreation and play increased.
  Centuries passed. Humanity spread across the universe. And finally, an amnesty came and the Führer was released. He suffered no harm, unlike his many victims. A new great war with a butterfly civilization from another universe had just begun, and the former Führer volunteered for the army. His commander was the charming Gerda, who, like all the inhabitants of the human, universal empire, was immortal and eternally youthful.
  
  
  GENERAL SECRETARY SHELEPIN
  History shifted slightly, and the assassination attempt on Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev took place in 1965, and it was successful. The young KGB chairman, Shelepin, became General Secretary. While Kosygin remained Prime Minister, Shelepin set about tightening the screws and restoring order. The workday was extended, and harsher penalties were introduced, including prison time for being late to work and failing to meet work quotas.
  Stalin was rehabilitated and the cult of personality restored. And there were countless other examples of tightening the screws. The fight against drunkenness and the Kosygin reform.
  And then comes price reform.
  The USSR developed even faster than in real history under Brezhnev, and Shelepin, combining elements of a market economy with Stalin's harsh whip, achieved significant results. Furthermore, in response to the declining birth rate, Shelepin introduced draconian taxes on bachelors, childless families, and families with one child. Abortions were banned, and contraceptives were practically unavailable.
  Child benefits have increased.
  This also led to higher birth rates, especially in the Russian regions of the USSR. Population growth was much higher than historically.
  Shelepin also built up his military potential, surpassing the United States in nuclear power, and even in conventional weapons. And then there was Vietnam... The United States' global prestige declined, and the country was facing enormous difficulties within the country.
  The policy of détente began... It was accompanied by faster economic growth in the USSR. Shelepin's tough management yielded better results than Brezhnev's lax style. And the population grew faster...
  The USSR increasingly penetrated Africa, and in 1979 it sent troops into Afghanistan.
  The 1980 Moscow Olympics were a colossal triumph! More than 150 Soviet Olympians were awarded gold.
  And then the Soviet army attacked, and Iran, where Khomeini seized power.
  They defeated the Iranians quite quickly, but they did suffer some losses.
  Part of Iran became part of the USSR. Areas populated by ethnic Azerbaijanis were annexed to Azerbaijan. Parts went to Turkmenistan, and the Kurds became a Soviet socialist republic following a referendum.
  The USSR expanded its borders for the first time since 1945. Part of Iran became Iraqi, and Saddam Hussein joined the Warsaw Pact.
  Then the north of Afghanistan with Uzbeks and Tajiks entered the USSR.
  Then came the war with Pakistan, the USSR, and India. The seizure of a large territory followed.
  A few years later, referendums were held, and Pakistan, as well as southern Iran and Afghanistan, became part of the USSR.
  Civil war broke out in Yugoslavia, which was also occupied by Soviet troops, followed by Albania. These countries subsequently joined the Warsaw Pact.
  The United States was in crisis, especially under Reagan. Massive unrest among blacks and other people of color erupted. The economy declined further.
  Back in 1977, the USSR adopted a new constitution that made the form of government more authoritarian, embodied in the post of Chairman of the USSR. It also prohibited republics from secession from the Union.
  And in 1988, the first presidential elections in the history of the Soviet empire took place!
  Of course, Shelepin won them... With almost 100 percent support. The USSR reached its peak of development. In 1990, Iraqi forces captured Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Brunei, the United Arab Emirates, and Oman.
  Oil prices have jumped sharply...
  The crisis in the United States worsened. The new President Bush was literally reeling under the blows of fate. Black people were rioting... And after the election of Bill Clinton in 1992, the United States completely fragmented...
  A civil war and massacres began there.
  In 1993, Shelepin again won the USSR presidential elections.
  In 1995, Soviet troops occupied Alaska and a month later held a referendum there on joining the USSR...
  Thus, another dream was realized: to return Alaska, which had undoubtedly been foolishly sold, to Russia.
  Everything seemed to be going according to plan... In 1997, Soviet troops occupied Finland and held a referendum there, too, on joining the USSR. Thus, another Soviet republic was established.
  Although it was rude!
  There was still fighting in Saudi Arabia when an Islamist rebellion broke out, but it was quickly suppressed.
  In 1998, Shelepin was elected for a third term.
  The USSR attacked Turkey, especially since NATO had collapsed, and annexed it.
  In 2000, Shelepin finally died, having lived a long and fulfilling life, ruling the USSR for 35 years - beating Stalin"s previous record.
  The system of power was fairly stable and authoritarian. The vice-chairman inherited the post until the new elections. Gennady Zyuganov, who had made a respectable career in the administration, became the vice-chairman.
  The USSR did not carry out any seizures for some time... After the crisis, Europe itself joined the CMEA and the Warsaw Pact.
  But relations with China worsened. The rivalry grew stronger.
  In the USSR itself, thanks to demographic policy, the birth rate remained very high. But this led to overpopulation and food shortages.
  The planned economy was already constantly plagued by shortages. And while technological advances and the construction of new factories in industry made it possible to alleviate the shortage, increasing production in agriculture through coercion and tractors was far more difficult. Reviving agriculture isn't so easy.
  In the 2003 elections, Zyuganov was elected with just over 99 percent of the vote. But there were some problems... especially with food.
  But there's nowhere to buy anything-Europe has gone socialist, the US is engulfed in civil war. You can't buy much in Brazil or Argentina. Of course, there are problems.
  The USSR found itself in a minor food crisis. It soon became chronic, but in 2008, Zyuganov was re-elected president. The dictator's position proved stable. But food shortages became more acute... In 2011, child benefits were reduced in the USSR, and abortion was once again legalized.
  They began to combat the extremely high birth rate, especially in Muslim regions of the USSR. At the same time, the Soviet military machine was fighting in Africa and pushing the Celestial Empire out of Indochina. In 2013, Zyuganov was re-elected.
  But this time, the percentage was slightly lower. Within the USSR, the desire for democracy grew stronger. People wanted more freedom. Zyuganov proposed:
  - Let's allow a couple of games!
  And indeed, two more parties registered: the Liberal Democratic Party of Soviet Socialist Republic (LDPSS) and the Social Democratic Party of Soviet Socialist Republic (SDPSS). They began to maintain the appearance of democracy. Zyuganov granted a little more freedom to the media.
  In the 2018 elections, Zyuganov faced two candidates: Ksenia Sobchak and Vladimir Zhirinovsky. The elections were held on a competitive basis for the first time. And unexpectedly, Zyuganov nearly lost to the young Ksenia Sobchak, who garnered 29 percent of the vote, almost forcing a runoff.
  After which, everyone was convinced that democracy existed in the USSR. Naked girls and bloody action films appeared on television screens.
  In foreign policy, relations with the USSR's only real competitor-China-were becoming strained. After all, two birds on the same planet can't coexist!
  The US is in deep decline and can't play a significant role. And Alaska is Soviet. Everything is so up in the air...
  The USSR is still in shortages and a food crisis, although the military-industrial complex is working very well.
  And so, in 2023, new Russian presidential elections are held... Even more democratic, and the unexpected winner is... world boxing champion Sergey Kovalev. But that's another story!
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ZYUGANOV - PRESIDENT OF RUSSIA
  In one alternative version of history, it wasn't Lebed, but Vladimir Zhirinovsky, who came in third in the 1996 elections. Well, in reality, that's what everyone expected.
  Who could have imagined, after the failure of the KRO led by Lebed in the parliamentary elections, that he would perform so strongly in the Russian presidential election? And yet, despite fierce competition, Zhirinovsky still came in second, with at least 10 percent of the vote. So... There's an element of chance and luck in every victory and defeat.
  Like the triumph of Zelensky in Ukraine, Lukashenko in Belarus, and Putin in Russia. Just like Zhirinovsky's own success in 1993.
  But then Lebed's luck took over. Furthermore, Zhirinovsky delivered a powerful speech at the televised debates, threatening to hang Yeltsin and declaring that the Duma would answer only to him. He also compared himself quite favorably to Hitler, recalling the great dictator's achievements!
  How the economy grew two and a half times in seven years, unemployment disappeared, the birth rate increased by one and a half times. Crime dropped threefold. And that's how it will be under Zhirinovsky! And as for everything else, Zhirinovsky won't commit genocide or wage war with the US-he won't! And nuclear weapons will protect against any aggression!
  It all came together, and Zhirinovsky gained fifteen percent, taking third place by a wide margin.
  And Yeltsin's ranks were in panic: they'd miscalculated. What to do? They tried to win Zhirinovsky over to their side. But the communists promised Vladimir Volfovich much more: personally, the post of Secretary of the Security Council and Assistant to the President for Military Affairs, and five more government posts. Including Foreign Minister for Mitrofanov and Interior Minister for Abaltsev.
  Of course, Yeltsin couldn't promise so much. Too many posts had already been paid for.
  Only Lebed, who took fifth place, was invited to Yeltsin's team, but Yavlinsky was against both presidential candidates.
  And then Yeltsin suffered a heart attack from the emotional overload. He didn't have the strength to rise up and carry out a coup.
  In short, Zyuganov won the second round, and a change of power occurred. The inauguration coincided with the Chechens' assault on the republic's capital, Grozny.
  But the militants found themselves trapped. The bulk of them were destroyed during the assault on Grozny. Afterward, the militants, led by Yandarbiyev, again begged for mercy. But Zhirinovsky insisted on continuing the war. And Zyuganov approved. The guerrilla war continued for several more years, but then the terrorists gradually lost steam. Under communism, Russia experienced a boom, and the economy began to develop rapidly.
  The combination of planned methods and market elements produced impressive results. And the economy grew rapidly. Zyuganov was easily elected to another term, and then amended the constitution to allow for an unlimited number of presidential runs. This was confirmed by referendum. In 2004, Zhirinovsky was arrested, and his party was banned. Zyuganov cracked down on his political opponents. Relations with the West were quite tense. And in 2014, Russia annexed Crimea. As a result, the Cold War resumed, and Russia was subjected to sanctions. But Zyuganov also incorporated southeastern Ukraine into Russia, expanding his empire. This is what led to the conflicts. After Trump came to power, the situation became even more complicated. Russia waged war in Syria and established a base in Venezuela. The situation teetered on the brink of nuclear war. Then the West proposed overthrowing the communists from power.
  However, simply removing Zyuganov wouldn't do any good. They needed to install their own man. And so, Natasha Sokolova was nominated for the 2020 presidential election!
  Natasha Sokolovskaya is the kind of girl who can defeat any opponent. And she'll never give up. What's up with some old man Zyuganov? Who's clearly sick and has been saying the same thing for twenty-five years.
  And here's the intrigue. Especially since Natasha is a full forty years younger than Zyuganov and very beautiful!
  Russia's economy is once again in crisis, and a huge amount of unnecessary goods are being produced. Natasha is also a hero of the Russian Federation, as a warrior. She can certainly compete with the old, sick, and tiresome dictator. Moreover, Zyuganov has become overly conservative and has clamped down on private producers, leading to shortages of many goods. This is especially true when private trade is clamped down on. Even butter and soap have become rare, and coupons for many products have reappeared. As he ages, Zyuganov increasingly becomes an ardent enemy of capitalism.
  And demanded more socialism!
  Natasha Sokolovskaya promised to restore abundant goods at low prices, competition, and private property. And to bring back real democracy, including the doll giveaway! So, the people, tired of the shortages, the tyranny of censorship, and the controlled media, fervently supported all of this. And Natasha easily collected two million signatures! She marched into battle under the slogan: "Be free and get rich!"
  The girl was quite feisty and showed up to the rally wearing only a bikini and barefoot.
  Flashing her bare heels, the beauty chirped:
  - Let's remove the commissars from the factories! Let every factory belong to the workers! And the land to the peasants!
  She's a really pumped-up girl! Her muscles are like cast steel.
  And how he sings;
  I am the falcon of peace and war,
  Born under the brightest star...
  Faithful sons of the Fatherland -
  Love - great, true!
  
  We will create a beautiful world,
  In which happiness will now be...
  Let the Cherub Sun shine,
  Holy, exalted Russia!
  
  We will achieve our dreams,
  There will be nothing more beautiful in the universe!
  You, boy, will raise your sword,
  May your place be in happiness!
  
  And in the universe of beauty,
  It's time for my great Fatherland to shine!
  Even though the girl runs barefoot,
  Believe me, we will soon live under communism!
  
  The grandeur of the beauty of the high mountains,
  And golden steppes with a fragrant carpet!
  We will sweep the rubbish out of the universe.
  Believe us, we will not spare our lives!
  
  And everything in the world will be good,
  After all, communism will triumph everywhere!
  He who holds a chisel in his hands according to his heart,
  Who prefers a machine gun and bullets?
  
  What we do will last for centuries,
  Let's build cities, jokingly, on Mars!
  The Slavs' strength is terribly great.
  We will say hello to the people of light!
  
  The blood that flows is for sowing,
  To which the seeds of love grow!
  Let it be good for everyone in the sublunary world,
  Don't be a knight parrot!
  After songs like these, you could almost dance, jumping and bouncing on your bare feet. And the girl is absolutely wonderful and super classy! She tore up Zyuganov's portrait with her bare toes.
  The communists roar, and the people rejoice: everyone wants change! In the economy, in politics, and more democracy.
  So that the media could ridicule dictators and financial moguls. People also began to hate the Communist Party of the Russian Federation. They recalled with nostalgia the Yeltsin era, when stores were filled with goods, and television showed naked women and interesting political shows. That was so good!
  Many remembered the interesting politics and turbulent parliament. Not like now, when the Duma is full of communists and always votes yes!
  Everyone was fed up with Zyuganov and the people, who were living worse and worse, wanted change!
  That's what the beautiful Natasha Sokolova promised! That there would be change and new achievements. That Russians would not only be the first to fly to Mars, but would also live better than the US. And that she would move mountains! And that mountains would melt and forests would burn!
  But now the election campaign is underway. The girl is gaining momentum. And even squeals:
  - I'll be like Gagarin! And he promises mountains of gold!
  And then it starts to jump. Long story short, the elections are over, and Natasha Sokolovskaya has become the new president!
  Zyuganov had a heart attack! And Natasha suggested:
  - Let's create a single state with America!
  And referendums took place, and a common empire emerged!
  That's the end of the story, and whoever listened is a good fellow!
  TSAR ALEXEI NIKOLAEVICH THE GREAT
  Another AI occurred when, on January 5, 1905, an assassination attempt was made on Tsar Nicholas II. The emperor missed being struck by grapeshot by just a few centimeters. But if only it had been a little... The Tsar died, and his son, Alexei Nikolaevich Romanov, became the nominal monarch. Nikolai Alexandrovich Romanov, a man of extraordinary intelligence, both ruthless and strong-willed, was appointed regent.
  The first steps of the new emperor were to replace Kuropatkin with Brusilov, and Rozhdestvensky with Nebogatov.
  Russia's position in the war with Japan was dire. Port Arthur had already fallen. But the forces in Manchuria were still significant. Moreover, the quality of Russian troops had improved with the arrival of elite regiments from European Russia.
  The Japanese, on the contrary, had already lost their best regiments in previous battles, including at Port Arthur.
  So Kuropatkin had every chance in the battle at Mukend. But Kuropatkin himself was a poor commander.
  But Brusilov is truly a great military talent. And he's ready to fight an enemy of roughly equal strength. And the Russian soldiers have better rifles than the Japanese, and the troops themselves are better.
  Brusilov prepared well for battle. He covered his flanks and took a defensive position. And he fortified himself. His battle plan was simple: wear down the Japanese on the defensive, and then, when they were exhausted, settle the matter with a single counterattack.
  Brusilov is, of course, a strategist, but Kuropatkin is not.
  The battle began in February and lasted two weeks. Brusilov also had a special asset: an entire battalion of beautiful women. They hastily recruited a battalion of young beauties from among the unmarried, trained for a month, and then threw it into battle.
  The most interesting thing was that all the girls were barefoot. This gave them strength from Mother Earth and made them invulnerable to bullets and shells.
  The girls were commanded by Anastasia Orlova and her four assistants: Natasha, Zoya, Avgustina, and Svetlana.
  Having taken up defensive positions and dug trenches, the girls await the Japanese... And then the samurai crawl in thick lines. The artillery begins to pound.
  The girls picked up a Mosin rifle and started shooting at the Japanese from a distance.
  They are sharp-shooting warriors, many of them Siberian huntresses. They fight bare-legged, despite it being February, wearing short skirts and exposed midriffs.
  They fire shots and sing to themselves:
  - Russia has been famous for its holiness for centuries,
  Our great Tsar is simply Alexei,
  You are a worthy son, know Nicholas,
  And the heart is even more faithful than the mind!
  The warriors shoot accurately and knock out the Japanese at a distance.
  Anastasia lights up and says:
  - For the Motherland, a beautiful dream!
  Then Natasha shoots, knocks out the Japanese and shouts:
  - For our holy Rus'!
  Zoya fires, knocking down her enemy and hissing:
  - No, the enemy has no chance!
  Shoots accurately, and Augustine:
  - For future generations!
  Svetlana also beats up, knocking down two Japanese:
  - For the holy names!
  The warriors, what can I say: are really cool!
  And the Japanese are creeping up, suffering heavy losses. Even though they're getting closer. But the girls fire accurately and without stopping. They shoot and shoot. Shoot and shoot. And they don't let up. And when the samurai got really close, the girls started throwing grenades with their bare feet. And they're demonstrating their resilience.
  And bare feet hurl lethal weapons at the samurai. And now the Japanese are thinning out in redoubts. Their momentum is weakening. And as they approach, the warriors meet them with sabers and bayonets. They finish off the last samurai.
  And they sing with a very enthusiastic look.
  Having exhausted the Japanese on the defensive, the Russian forces led by Brusilov launched a decisive offensive and drove the Japanese south. Brusilov, unlike Kuropatkin, acted decisively and drove the samurai relentlessly. He managed to capture Port Arthur on the fly, right on the enemy's back.
  The barefoot girls of Anastasia Orlova's eagle battalion burst into the city.
  They raced through Port Arthur, shooting and throwing grenades at the enemy with their bare toes.
  And they crushed the Japanese with sabers. What did they think, that they took Port Arthur by treachery? But what a disaster! Russian soldiers are retaking this city.
  And if our women fight, that means they won't let you off the hook!
  And they chop down the Japanese.
  And the prisoners are forced to kneel and kiss the bare, dusty soles of women's feet.
  They become obedient and even like it.
  One samurai not only licked Natasha's soles until they shone, but also moved up higher. The girl allowed him to lick the diamond of her femininity.
  After which she began to purr quite loudly, like a cat.
  The warriors did a splendid job. And now they're driving columns of prisoners. Where has Japan's fighting spirit gone?
  Port Arthur fell. Then Brusilov's Russian army moved on to Korea.
  And Anastasia's battalion runs ahead. They grab samurai along the way, and the girls bring them to their knees.
  And they kiss their dusty heels and tanned shins.
  Warriors are fighting. And cheerful.
  Anastasia, jumping up and down and throwing discs with her bare toes, asked Natasha:
  Is it great to fight?
  The blonde girl answered honestly:
  - It couldn't get any better?
  Anastasia winked:
  - What does it feel like when you use your tongue on a pussy?
  Natasha answered sincerely:
  - Just super!
  Here they have destroyed another Japanese battalion. They have captured prisoners.
  After which they used their bare feet to make decent plums on their noses!
  And the girls crush the samurai and Brusilov's army, everything goes on and on and on, picking up speed.
  The Russian army reached the very south of Korea and conquered the Peninsula.
  Part of the Russian squadron was sunk in Port Arthur. Russian engineers began raising and repairing the ships.
  Despite the complete defeat of the samurai on land, the war continued. At sea, the Japanese were stronger. But then Nebogatov arrived. Along the way, he led the squadron to Port Arthur more skillfully. And so the Russian armada was reinforced. Then a squadron departed from the Black Sea.
  Nebogatov was inferior to the Japanese in strength, but not by much. In reality, the Russian ships were no worse in quality. They were somewhat fewer in number. But their shells were more armor-piercing.
  Nebogatov put to sea and fought Togo. But it turned out that not all Russian shells exploded - the gunpowder was damp! The humidity was high.
  But Nebogatov turned the squadron back to Port Arthur in time and did not lose a single ship.
  Time had to be spent replacing shells and replenishing forces. It took until the squadron arrived from the Black Sea.
  The war dragged on, as did its costs. Both sides wanted peace. But the Japanese still held a dominant position at sea.
  But now the shells have been replaced, and the Black Sea Fleet has been brought up. And at the same time, the barefoot girls have also arrived.
  And the ship, laden with girls, set off into battle at full speed. The bare-legged, bikini-clad girls bounced and twirled around the guns. They aimed the barrels and fired.
  The beauties fired and tore apart German ships. They did it with wild fury. The warriors were very sexy and muscular. Nothing could compare to them. The Japanese would have no chance of fighting with such girls.
  And the pipes, knocked down by shells, fall.
  And the warriors jump up and squeal:
  - We are super class girls!
  And they stick out their tongues! And shoot at each other, not giving the samurai a break. They respond aggressively. But they get a response from the beauties. Now the Japanese cruiser is sinking. And the girls jump up and shake their bare feet. They are such magnificent stunners. Whom nothing can stop.
  The warriors fight and jump up. And they knock down samurai with projectiles. And they squeal all the while.
  Natasha screams:
  - Great Tsar Alexei! He will be very wise!
  Zoya, grinning and firing, added:
  - He is the wisest of all in the world! He will be very wonderful!
  And Augustine, while shooting at the Japanese, sang along:
  - He will be the wisest!
  Then Svetlana fired, crushing the enemies and growling:
  - Alexey is cool!
  Anastasia fired and said:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  And he'll hit you too! The girls are so amazingly cool. And they'll smash the samurai to smithereens!
  And then they sank a Japanese battleship. And the samurai became very scared.
  And the girls just run around almost naked and barefoot. And flash their beautiful legs. They are truly wonderful stoles.
  And they look the healthiest and most tanned.
  They are beating up their samurai...
  They're attacking another battleship too. That'll be very, very difficult for Togo's fleet. And the Black Sea ships have pulled up. They're firing shells at the enemy.
  Natasha and Zoya aimed their twelve-inch guns. And they fired with wild abandon. And the battleship would take just one hit and shatter.
  Natasha and Zoya jump up and shake their bare feet and roar:
  - We are witches and there are no more beautiful women!
  And the girls stick out their tongues. And they hit you so hard it hurts so much.
  Here they fired at Togo's ship, and his armor burst as if the steel had boiled.
  And so the ship went and sank.
  Natasha and Zoya sang:
  - Rus' laughed and cried and sang! That's why she is Holy Rus'!
  And again the girls just jump up and down!
  And then they'll hit Augustin and Svetlana like they're going to get hit by a twelve-inch cannon. The ship will be torn apart and sink!
  The girls show their noses. They caught Togo himself. And forced the beautiful girls to kiss their bare, chiseled feet. Togo kissed the warriors' bare heels and licked his lips. He seemed to enjoy it...
  Well, the girls are of course super!
  And overall, it's a top-notch loaf! And they wink at the enemy, as if to say, "We're not averse to doing something more serious!"
  The Japanese fleet was sunk. And Brusilov and his crew began landing in Japan itself.
  So Russia will have another large province on the islands. And the Russian ruler himself will also become the Japanese Mikado.
  At the same time, the threat from the Land of the Rising Sun will be eliminated forever. And the royal army will be reinforced with warlike and courageous soldiers.
  So it made sense to conquer Japan entirely. And troops were transferred to the mother country.
  The girls and their battalion engaged the samurai on land. The girls met the samurai with well-aimed shots, sabers, and grenades thrown with their bare feet.
  Beautiful Natasha threw a lemon with her bare foot and squealed:
  - For the Tsar and the Fatherland!
  And fired at the Japanese.
  The magnificent Zoya also threw a grenade with her bare toes and squealed:
  - For the First-Called Rus'!
  And she also nailed the samurai.
  Then the red-haired Augustine gave a slap and squealed:
  - Glory to the Mother Queen!
  And it also pierced the enemy.
  Anastasia also struck, launching a whole barrel of explosives with her bare feet, scattering the Japanese far and wide:
  - Glory to Rus'!
  And Svetlana fired. She swept away the Japanese and delivered a devastating lemon with her bare heels.
  She shouted at the top of her lungs:
  - To new frontiers!
  Natasha took a jab at the Japanese and squealed:
  - For eternal Rus'!
  And she also chopped at the samurai:
  Excellent Zoya took it upon herself to hit the Japanese. She threw a grenade at the enemy with her bare foot and squealed:
  - For a united and indivisible tsarist empire!
  And the girl whistled. It was obvious the teenager had grown much larger: high breasts, a narrow waist, and fleshy hips. She already had the figure of a mature, muscular, healthy, and strong woman. And her face was so youthful. With difficulty, the girl suppressed the urge to make love. Just let them caress. And better yet, with another girl; at least she wouldn't take her virginity.
  Cool Zoya nimbly tosses grenades at the Japanese with her bare feet. And she's quite successful.
  Augustina is a very redhead and also very beautiful. And in general, the girls in the battalion are so wonderful, simply the highest quality.
  Augustine throws a grenade with her bare foot and chirps:
  - Let Great Russia be glorious!
  And it also spins.
  What girls, what beauties!
  Anastasia is also jumping around. She's a big girl-two meters tall and weighs one hundred and thirty kilograms. She's not fat, though, with sculpted muscles and the rump of a draft horse. She loves men very much. She dreams of having a child. But so far, it hasn't worked out. Many are simply afraid of her. And she's a very aggressive girl.
  It's not her men who ask, but she who brazenly pursues them. Without shame or embarrassment.
  And she likes it. Being an active party.
  Anastasia is also a remarkable warrior, and has accomplished many heroic deeds. Anastasia commands their battalion.
  He also throws a grenade with his bare foot and shouts:
  - There will be light over the country!
  Svetlana throws a lemon with her bare foot and whispers:
  - Glory to Rus'!
  The magnificent Zoya also makes a throw with her bare toes and roars:
  - For the glory of the holy Motherland!
  Augustine squeals:
  - With unearthly sadness!
  And a gift thrown by a bare foot also flies.
  Then Anastasia starts howling. She also throws a whole bunch of grenades with her bare feet.
  And the heroic girl roars:
  - In the Name of the White God!
  Natasha also sent a grenade with her bare toes and yelped:
  - In the name of Christ!
  And she fired a couple of shots.
  And Anastasia started firing the machine gun. She was very skilled at it.
  In short, the girl is a beast.
  Barefoot Natasha squeaked with aplomb:
  - I'm basically a superman!
  And she threw the grenade with her bare foot.
  Barefoot Zoya also fired. She shot down the Japanese.
  Chirped:
  - Glory to Russia!
  And with her bare foot she launched a grenade.
  Augustine also squealed:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Anastasia launched a whole crate at the Japanese. And then she started roaring with frenzied rage:
  - For Svarog!
  Natasha took it and squeaked:
  - For a new system!
  And she threw a grenade with her bare foot!
  Svetlana bleated:
  - To the muscles of steel!
  And she also launched a grenade with her bare toes.
  Barefoot Zoya also started squealing:
  - For love and magic!
  And bare feet in motion.
  Augustina the red-haired devil took and launched the box of grenades and squealed:
  - Beyond the borders on Mars!
  Anastasia will also throw a barrel of dynamite and mutter:
  - For the world order of Russia.
  And Natasha barked:
  - Here's to a new path to happiness!
  After which the girls burst out laughing.
  And this is so great! The girls are wonderful!
  The troops of Tsarist Russia were moving towards Tokyo.
  The Russian army stormed Tokyo.
  A boy and a girl walked in front: Oleg and Margarita.
  The children exterminated the Japanese and advanced toward the imperial palace. The Mikado solemnly declared that he would not leave the capital and would remain there forever.
  Oleg fired a burst at the samurai and threw a grenade with his bare foot, squealing to himself:
  - Rus' will never surrender!
  Margarita also threw a lemon with her bare foot and hissed, baring her teeth:
  - We win or we die!
  And a battalion of girls breaks through to the Mikado's palace. All the girls are in uniform, wearing only panties. And so, almost naked, they fight like heroines.
  Anastasia throws a grenade with her bare foot and squeals:
  - Nikolai, you are the Mikado!
  Natasha also launched a gift of death with her bare limb and squealed, baring her teeth:
  - Our king is the coolest!
  And how she sparkles like pearls! And such a dazzling girl.
  Barefoot Zoya also chirps with delight and launches a grenade with her bare foot:
  - I am a winner in psychology!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  He crushes his samurai.
  Augustine, that red-haired devil, shoots too. And she does it so accurately. She mows down the Japanese.
  And roars at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to my holy country!
  And bares his teeth!
  Svetlana is also a powerful woman who can just take and launch a whole box of explosives.
  And the Japanese flew in all directions.
  The girls go on the offensive, crushing their opponents, achieving tangible success. They exude a formidable grace, tireless drive, and a lack of weakness. And their bare breasts are the best guarantee of invincibility and unsinkability.
  Anastasia, cutting down the Japanese, chirps:
  - Hands of oak, head of lead!
  And with his bare foot he throws a grenade. Scatters the samurai.
  Half-naked Natasha also fires.
  Crushes the Japanese and blows them to pieces.
  Closer and closer to the palace. And a bare foot throws a grenade.
  The frightened Japanese surrender and fall apart.
  Terminator Girl says:
  - May Perun be with us!
  Barefoot Zoya, a gorgeous terminator girl, shoots herself and crushes the militarists. She bared her teeth.
  The girl croaked:
  - We are the knights of the greatest Russia!
  The girl threw a grenade with her bare foot, scattering the enemy.
  Cool Zoyka took it and sang again:
  - Suvorov taught us to look ahead! And if we stand up, stand to the death!
  And she bared her teeth in a grin.
  Fiery Augustine also sang and roared:
  - To new frontiers!
  And she added with a grin:
  - And we are always ahead!
  Svetlana, the mighty girl, also struck the enemy. She scattered the imperial guard and squealed:
  - For the achievements of the era!
  And again, grenades thrown by bare feet fly.
  The girls are pressing the enemy. They remember the heroic defense of Port Arthur, which will be remembered for centuries.
  Eh, how could such an army lose in real history, and to the Japanese at that?
  This is a disgrace.
  Anastasia throws a grenade with her bare foot and whistles:
  - Beyond the Russian border!
  Natasha also launched something deadly with her bare foot and squealed desperately, baring her teeth:
  - To new successes!
  And she fired a burst at the Japanese.
  And then Zoya, barefoot, just went and started smashing. And then she even threw a grenade with her bare foot.
  And after that she sang:
  - We will not give in to enemy dictates!
  And she bared her little face!
  A beautiful, very young girl with the figure of an athlete. And quite courageous.
  And Augustine hits the Japanese like a bomb. She crushes them, and with her bare foot she very deftly throws a grenade.
  And scatters enemies as if bottles had flown off a ball.
  The girl cries:
  - Chocolate, that's our thing!
  Augustine really does love chocolates. And under the Tsar, the markets are filled with goods. What can be said about Tsar Nicholas? Now, the unsuccessful Tsar is becoming great before our very eyes. Or rather, the Tsar died, but his son, Alexei, is becoming great! And all it takes is for the girls to fight on the front lines.
  And a pair of child heroes who prevented the Japanese from capturing Mount Vysokaya. When the fate of Port Arthur was being decided.
  And so the Russian Empire changed.
  Svetlana also launched a barrel of murder and brought down the outer wall of the imperial palace with machine guns.
  Now the girls are running through their rooms. The war is about to end.
  Anastasia says enthusiastically:
  - I believe that good luck awaits me!
  And again he throws a grenade with his bare foot.
  Natasha, laying down deadly fire, chirps while embroidering her opponents:
  - I'll definitely be lucky!
  And again a grenade, launched by a bare foot, flies.
  And then barefoot Zoya unleashes a couple of chained bombs, launched from her bare feet, and destroys her opponents.
  After which he bursts into laughter:
  - I'm a comet girl.
  And again he throws out fiery tongues of death.
  And then along comes Augustine, that terminator girl. The way she just wiped everyone out. Simply magnificent.
  A warrior who is a true demiurge of battle.
  And squeaks to himself:
  - Our crew is in high spirits!
  And then Svetlana showed up. So cool and sparkling. She infects everyone with her wild energy. Capable of defeating virtually any enemy.
  And the warrior bares her pearly teeth. And hers are bigger than a horse's. Now that's a girl.
  Svetlana giggled and roared:
  - For eggplants with black caviar!
  And the girls screamed in chorus at the top of their lungs:
  - Apple trees will bloom on Mars!
  The Mikado hesitated to commit hara-kiri and signed the capitulation. Tsar Alexei II was declared the new Emperor of Japan. At the same time, the Land of the Rising Sun was preparing a referendum on voluntary unification with Russia.
  The war is almost over. The last units are stockpiling their weapons.
  A battalion of girls lined up the prisoners. The men were required to kneel and kiss the girls' bare feet. And the Japanese did this with great enthusiasm. They even enjoyed it.
  Of course, they're such beauties. And it doesn't matter that their feet are a little dusty. It's even nicer, and more natural. Especially when they're tanned. And so rough.
  The Japanese kiss bare soles and lick their lips. And the girl likes it.
  Anastasia remarks with pathos:
  - And who claimed that war is not for women?
  Natasha giggled in response:
  - No, war is the sweetest of all times of anticipation for us!
  And she stuck out her tongue. How wonderful it really is to be kissed so humiliatingly.
  They kiss Zoyka's bare, round heel too. The girl squeals with delight:
  - That's so great! I'd like a continuation!
  Red Augustine warned:
  - Remain a virgin until marriage! And you will be happy about it!
  Barefoot Zoya giggled and said:
  - Glory be to my holy land! Innocence only brings pain!
  The girl bared her face.
  Svetlana noted proudly:
  - I worked in a brothel. And I don't need virginity!
  Barefoot Zoya asked, giggling:
  - And how did you like it?
  Svetlana sincerely and decisively stated:
  - It probably couldn't be better!
  Half-naked Zoya said honestly:
  - Every night I dream about a man taking possession of me. It's so wonderful and pleasant. And I don't want anything else.
  Svetlana suggested the girl:
  - After the war, you can go to the most prestigious brothel in Moscow or St. Petersburg. Believe me, you'll like it there!
  Half-naked Zoya burst out laughing and remarked:
  - This is something to think about!
  Natasha suggested:
  - Maybe we should rape the prisoners?
  The girls laughed at this joke.
  In general, the beauties here are temperamental. And terribly amorous. War makes girls aggressive. The warriors continued to offer their bare, dusty feet to the captives for kissing. They liked it.
  Then, more interesting performances began. Fireworks exploded into the sky. And it was quite a joy. Music played, drums beat.
  Tsarist Russia conquered Japan. Which, by and large, was expected. The Russian army enjoyed a very high reputation. There was a lot of singing and dancing by barefoot Japanese women.
  Everything is beautiful and rich... In Russia itself, there is also jubilation over the victory. Of course, not everyone was happy. For Marxists, this was a crushing blow. The Tsar's authority was strengthened. And his chances increased. Public support was colossal.
  After conquering Japan, Russia continued its policy of expansion into China. Chinese regions voluntarily held referendums and joined the empire. Regent Nicholas Romanov pursued a highly successful policy of Russian expansion in the southeast. China was gradually being swallowed up.
  The economy of the Tsarist Empire, having avoided revolutionary upheavals, experienced a rapid economic boom. Roads, factories, plants, bridges, and much more were built. The country sold grain and a wide variety of food products.
  It produced the world's most powerful bombers: the Ilya Muromets and Svyatogor, and the fastest light tanks, the Luna-2. And it had a massive three million soldiers-a peacetime army five times larger than Germany's.
  But Kaiser Wilhelm still went ahead and intervened. Moreover, the assassination of the heir to the Austrian throne in Sarajevo became the pretext for war.
  And then the Germans decided to fight on two fronts.
  The tsarist army advanced on them. Thanks to the Chinese territories, a decline in mortality while maintaining a high birth rate, Tsarist Russia had a huge population and could mobilize a colossal army.
  Moreover, the population is predominantly young and aggressive.
  Austria-Hungary, under attack, immediately collapsed. The Tsar's troops easily crushed the outnumbered Germans, captured East Prussia, and laid siege to Königsberg.
  Hindenburg attempted to defeat the Russians with a single strike, but the Tsarist army's numerical superiority proved too great. Furthermore, the machine-gun-armed Luna-2 light tanks proved to be highly effective counterattack weapons.
  Defeated, Hindenburg fled. Russian troops rushed toward the Oder. In the south, Lvov and Przemysl were captured outright. The Tsar's army advanced, while the Austrians fled in panic and surrendered.
  Turkey's entry into the war gained the Germans little, although it did divert some forces. But the Russians continued to advance in Austria. And the Germans were defeated near Paris.
  Only in the Oder River region, having seriously weakened their troops in the west, were the Germans able to halt the advance of the Russian regiments.
  But in the south, the Tsarist army was driving the enemy back. Field Marshal Brusilov, as always, was at his best.
  And now Budapest is surrounded... And Bratislava and Krakow have been taken. And Russian troops are approaching Prague.
  In the south, Asia Minor was captured, Baghdad fell, and the Russians took Istanbul.
  Emperor Franz appealed to Wilhelm to broker peace, especially since Italy had already attacked the Austrians and opened a second front.
  But the Russian troops were unstoppable. Prague was taken. And in the winter, the Tsar's regiments marched across the ice to Berlin. And in February, they completed the encirclement of the German capital. And they stormed Vienna, and Austria-Hungary collapsed and was defeated.
  On February 23, 1915, Germany capitulated. Russian troops reentered Berlin.
  The First World War ended. Russia gained much territory. The border ran along the Oder. Russia incorporated the lands along the Alps. Part of Austria-Hungary was annexed by Italy in the south. Yugoslavia, a vassal state of Russia, emerged. The Hungarian and Czech kingdoms became part of Russia. The Kingdom of Poland incorporated Krakow and became enormous. Königsberg became part of the Russian provinces, as did Galicia and Bukovina. Transylvania became Romanian. Turkey as far as Egypt, along with Iraq, Syria, and the Arab lands around Mecca, became Russian territory. Only Basra was captured by the British.
  Russian troops soon completely occupied Saudi Arabia, and Germany was forced to pay colossal reparations.
  Thus, Russian hegemony emerged in Eurasia. For several years, there were no major wars. Russia and Britain divided up Iran, incorporating the north and center of the country into their own territory: Russia in the north and center, the south into the British. Then came Afghanistan. Also, Russia in the north and center, Britain in the south.
  The Tsarist Empire had become powerful, but Britain was still strong. The Russians were advancing across China, completing its conquest.
  Economies around the world were booming... But then in 1929 the Great Depression hit.
  Tsar Alexei II reigns in Russia. He has overcome his illness and is quite physically strong. The new tsar rules a country with ten million soldiers in peacetime, a country that has almost swallowed China. And an economy that suffered less during the depression than others, having outstripped the United States.
  And then the Emperor of Russia decided to deal with America? Why did they take Alaska from the empire for a pittance? Is this fair? Perhaps this, too, is robbery?
  In short, the Emperor of All Rus', Alexei II, who was already being called "the Great" on January 5, 1933, the very day of the assassination of his father, Nicholas II, began a new war. Against, of course, America, which had reached the peak of its depression.
  And the rest of the countries haven't been able to stop Russia yet. They say the Americans cheated and must answer for it.
  And so the advance into Alaska began. Just then, the railway to Chukotka, built by Russian engineers, began operating.
  And the Russian armies moved through the snow and snowdrifts.
  Including the five eternal girls: Anastasia, Natasha, Zoya, Avgustina, and Svetlana. They are not ordinary girls, but Rodnovery witches. And therefore, they do not age, but are eternally young and immortal. And since they are sorceresses, even in winter, during the polar night, and in the bitter cold, they fight only barefoot and in bikinis.
  These girls are running, throwing grenades with their bare feet and singing:
  - The great Tsar Alexei,
  You are the wisest of all in the world!
  And then Anastasia throws a grenade with her bare foot. The Americans fly up from the explosion.
  And the girl fires from a machine gun and shouts:
  - In the name of Rus'!
  And then Natasha shoots too, also throwing out a gift of death with her bare toes and screaming:
  - May it come true, what a great dream!
  And he too will take it and bare his teeth.
  And then there's barefoot Zoya... Her heels are scarlet from the Alaskan snowdrifts. The girl screams at the top of her lungs:
  - For a great Russia there will only be victories!
  And a grenade thrown with a bare foot also flies.
  Next comes Augustina, crushing Yankees with machine guns and hurling grenades with her bare toes.
  And he also roars:
  - The great Tsar Alexei is the Russian Tsar!
  And then Svetlana starts shooting... And throws her bare feet at the Americans and squeals:
  - Everything will be super!
  Five girls are running almost naked through Alaska, thrashing the Americans. And then the tanks come: the Nikolai-4, a new model with a cannon and six machine guns. And they're mowing down the Americans. And behind them are the Alexander-3s, which are very powerful and lethal. And they have ten machine guns.
  And the girls are at the front of the entire army, half-naked and so pretty. They rush along and sing:
  - In the name of the sacred Russia of the tsars, everyone will be happier and wiser!
  And now they will crush another American battery by throwing grenades at it with their bare feet.
  More and more of Alaska is being seized by the tsarist troops. There's really no point in deceiving them and grabbing such territory for next to nothing.
  And the warriors fight for themselves and advance deep into the enemy's defenses. And they crush the enemy, crush them hard!
  Anastasia even cries:
  - May our land be great and pure!
  And again he will throw a grenade with his bare foot!
  And then Natasha gave her turn and hissed:
  - Let our cool Rus' be famous!
  And he also just takes it and starts hitting the enemies.
  And a lemon, thrown by bare toes, flies.
  And then Zoya will cut down the Americans with a burst and wheeze:
  - Yes, the future will be bedlam!
  And also launched by the girl"s bare feet, the gift of death explodes!
  And then Augustine will start firing machine guns. And she'll mow down the line, and then she'll start screaming at the top of her lungs:
  - From dawn to dusk!
  And then the aggressive Svetlana takes over. She also uses her bare toes and writes vigorously:
  - Our mad empire!
  And again, the girl is defeating her enemies! Salute to the heroine.
  And when they capture Americans, they have to kneel and kiss the girls' heels. And what can they do? They kiss and smack. And lick their lips.
  They still want it so much...
  How can you compete with the girls? They're just stripping and raping the soldiers. The witches just want sex. It's great pleasure and you're charged with energy. You become magicians. And such a class act!
  Well, girls love to kill, that's what girls are. And they adore raping men, just like witches.
  Witches are tough girls after all. And they love being manipulated. And they enjoy it.
  The Tsarist army had already captured Alaska. And it didn't stop there, but entered Canada. What's the big deal? Canada is formally a British dominion. And it doesn't quite follow the rules, allowing American troops through.
  So there's a pretext for a strike. And Kolchak commands the Russian fleet. He's already driven the Americans out of the Philippines and Hawaii. And he's captured his bases there.
  Well, the Yankees are pressing us at sea. And there are such beautiful girls on the ships. And most importantly, the warriors are almost naked. And it's so beautiful. If the girls are in just panties, then that's absolutely super!
  It's so nice to look at girls like these. And when they capture American and Canadian ships and shake their naked breasts, that's just awesome!
  And the girls slap their bare feet on the hot decks and chop up the Americans with sabers.
  Against such girls, no means are effective. After all, these are the girls men dream about. And what can you do against a beauty whose breasts are completely bare?
  These are the kind of girls you'll stare at for hours. And you won't be able to look away. And they take prisoners and make them work their tongues, satisfying their lustful wombs.
  And it's so beautiful and pleasant! You won't get lost with girls like that! They'll chop off heads and saw through any veins.
  Here comes the five of them running across Canada. It's already the end of April and everything is in bloom. And the girls, oh so beautiful. And they chop down Americans with their magic swords. And throw discuses with their bare toes.
  And they whistle to themselves:
  - There is no more beautiful Motherland than Russia,
  Fight for her and don"t be afraid...
  There is no more beautiful country in the universe -
  Rus', the torch of light for the whole universe!
  What girls, what supermen! And they bring their battered enemies to their knees. And then make them kiss their bare, dusty soles. These girls are truly super!
  At the end of May, Russian troops, having captured most of Canada, entered the United States. Fighting broke out on American soil.
  And the five girls attacked the Americans, brutally pressing them. Having routed an entire battalion, the beauties began to play with the prisoners. When they'd had their fill of frolicking, they threw themselves a barbecue party.
  They ate fresh meat and sang to themselves.
  There are many poor roads in the world,
  Like a gypsy's hair - the pile of paths!
  They drive the naked people away beyond the threshold,
  Like a hungry child - a villain!
  
  Many forks, a chasm, a ravine:
  Like a little devil on every path!
  You don"t even know if you"re a friend or an enemy -
  The world has been divided in half!
  
  The boy walks barefoot in the cold,
  Hunger is satisfied with a snowdrift alone...
  But you believe you are a poor man with a bag,
  Better than the rich warms up in May!
  
  Clover grows, know for everyone on earth,
  How the dandelion turns golden in spring...
  If you are kind, a fairy tale is everywhere,
  The predator thinks, however, you are a bunny!
  
  People throw us nickels,
  To clear throats is a real mercy!
  The hardest blows for us come from the hand,
  So that your second breath opens!
  
  Summer is over - autumn is coming,
  There is great heat in it, flame and rain!
  Apparently the Almighty has opened the score for us,
  And the artist sketched a map of the world!
  
  I see a birch tree in the dress of kings,
  Gold, bright colors of rubies...
  If only you people had kinder hearts.
  And only then will you become a giant!
  
  The beggars had to trudge a lot,
  There's a blizzard again, and every finger is burning...
  Let even an elk help me warm up,
  How blue the frostbitten boy turned!
  
  Why didn't anyone open the door?
  But why have you gone completely wild?
  The poor child froze under the snow...
  I believe the angels will disperse the snowstorms!
  
  The cherubim will take you to heaven,
  Jesus himself will embrace you with tenderness!
  There will be, believe in eternal happiness, child,
  After all, God went to the crucifixion for him!
  The girls sang, ate, and then returned to battle. They were warriors of such a steely threshold.
  And they crush the Americans. Throwing disks and grenades with their bare feet.
  It's already the end of June, and Russian troops have surrounded Philadelphia. A third of the continental United States is now under the control of the Russian, Tsarist army.
  And already in many cities the flags of the Russian Empire are flying. And battalions of beautiful girls from the Tsarist army are fighting!
  And the girls really are so wonderful and fast. And again they beat all their opponents. And the Americans fall.
  And here comes a tank: the "Alexander"-4, the newest one! And the enemies salute in front of it. And there are girls riding in the tank too: Elizavet, Ekaterina, Elena, Aurora. And they give the Americans a good beating.
  As soon as they fire, as if they're driven into a coffin! No fighter will feel like they're getting it!
  They just throw their hands up and surrender!
  And the girls crush the enemies with their tracks. And Elizabeth's tank moves forward...
  And underneath it there seems to be a mass of blood, flesh, bones.
  And the girls advance, crush their opponents and sing:
  - The Tsar governs Russia wisely,
  Gives orders, judges servants...
  The throne does not tolerate fuss and barking,
  And this is not a method to subdue fear!
  This is how girls move in battle. And their fighting spirit is like using an axe from under a bench!
  Elizabeth said with fury:
  - For the Russian throne!
  And how it fires! And lays out a mountain of corpses!
  These are the girls who don't want to stop. They beat up their enemies and destroy the USA.
  And so the tsar's army leads columns of prisoners. They put their hands behind their necks and lowered their heads.
  Meanwhile, Hitler has come to power in Germany. But he is still too weak to pose a serious threat to Russia. A more serious threat is Mussolini's Italy. But it won't dare engage in war with a monster like Russia.
  So, for now, Russian troops are capturing America and the rest of Canada.
  The girls, barefoot and in bikinis, are driving a battle tank. They are very menacing and strong.
  Elizabeth summed it up:
  - Whoever comes to us with what, he will perish from it!
  Elena confirmed:
  - Definitely!
  And she fired a shell into an American battery. That's the kind of girl she is with a lot of panache.
  And then Aurora throws out a projectile and says:
  - I want to live for Russia!
  And she punched another American. These are truly girls who would trip up any aggressor.
  Britain, despite its annexation of Canada, is hesitant to enter into a war with Russia-it understands that this empire is beyond its capabilities. And if it were to enter, the Russians would undoubtedly seize all the US colonies, easily. So it's best not to pick a fight with Russia, ruled by Alexei II!
  The king became completely healthy and turned out to be an extraordinary conqueror.
  And so Philadelphia fell... And in mid-July, Russian tanks were already approaching Washington.
  Elizabeth, also a witch girl, has been fighting since the Russo-Turkish War of Alexander II's reign. And this girl, with an air of importance, says:
  - What Rus' stood on!
  Elena fired at the American, primitive tank and replied:
  - To the valor of Russian soldiers!
  Cool Aurora confirmed:
  - Yes, precisely because of that! Plus, thanks to the extraordinary courage and organization of the heroic rear!
  Catherine answered cheerfully:
  - Glory to the heroes of Russia! Glory to Tsar Alexei!
  And again the girl shot at the enemy very accurately.
  The warriors are inimitable!
  And again, they're firing because of all their beautiful members. Yes, girls like these, one could say, would definitely lead Tsarist Russia to victory.
  They contain the sun of May and the dawn of love.
  And when they press on the pedals with their bare feet, it"s absolutely delightful.
  You just want to love and cuddle these girls! They're simply a radiant sun of hope. And they exude poetry and courage, in the form of music and lyrical verses.
  So the American battery surrendered. And the girls forced the American soldiers to kiss not even their feet, but the prints of their bare feet on the asphalt. And the men did nothing-what could they do?
  And the warriors acted more and more boldly and brilliantly.
  Anastasia and her partners weren't sleeping either. She'd fire, run out, and cut down the Americans with her sabers. She's a truly sparkling girl, and she gets fired up at the drop of a hat.
  But the Americans behaved badly. They captured a young Russian intelligence officer and began torturing him. They stripped him naked, tied him to a tree, and burned his naked body with a torch.
  The boy tried to hold back his groans. But in the end he screamed... The boy was badly burned.
  The girls responded with an eye for an eye. And the executioners were doused with gasoline and set on fire. Yes, Russian beauties are terrible in their wrath. And don't provoke the Russian bear.
  There are battles in the sky too. Two Russian pilots, Albina and Alvina, are crushing and destroying everyone. They have very powerfully armed planes, with aircraft cannons capable of shooting down an American with a single hit. And these warriors truly demonstrate something special. It's something no fairy tale can describe, nor can a pen describe.
  Albina fires a burst, and a dozen American planes are shot down. The warrior, also nearly naked in just her panties, squeals:
  - Let Tsarist Rus' be great!
  And she literally beats up every fighter in a row. What a girl.
  But Alvina doesn't give in. She shoots down a dozen planes at once. She shreds them and sings:
  - To the greatest toasts!
  And what a hit! A girl like that doesn't do anything stupid! Now that's a real fight.
  Incidentally, to speed up the digestion of China and other lands subject to Russia, the young Tsar Alexei instituted polygamy in Russia! And this is a powerful move! Now Russian warriors take Chinese women as wives and have beautiful, white children!
  Albina noticed with a smile:
  - Why can a man have four wives, but a woman can"t have four husbands?
  And shoots down another American plane.
  Alvina answers logically:
  - That's why it's harder for a woman to feed so many parasites!
  And both girls laugh. They are such wonderful and magnificent beauties.
  And they clear the skies of American planes.
  Now, units of the Russian Tsarist army are surrounding New York. They're forcing the Americans to come out and surrender. The girls are very cheerful and happy.
  The Alexander-4 tank destroyed an American battery and left behind a multitude of corpses.
  Elizabeth muttered with a bared tooth:
  - We are warriors who serve the Tsar and the Fatherland with great honor!
  Elena fired at the enemy and said:
  - There will soon be a Russian gold ruble here!
  And the girl laughed so hard!
  And her teeth are like pearls. And then Aurora bursts out laughing too. The girls are wild with excitement, and their beauty is beyond words.
  And they force the Washington garrison to surrender!
  These warriors are so invincible! And their tank squad could crush even a frying pan.
  The girls fight and sing;
  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,
  Our faith 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 Leshka rules the Fatherland...
  This is the fate given to Soviet people,
  May our knight be seasoned in battle!
  
  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'll kill President Roosevelt too!
  
  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 the work of the sword, sisters,
  And honor Alexei - 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!
  While the girls were singing, almost all the Americans had already been killed, and the Washington garrison began to raise white flags.
  The girls jumped out of the tank and started dancing, splashing their bare, shapely feet through the puddles. The wind blew their manes of hair. They were such wonderful beauties.
  Right now they're throwing a party to celebrate the capture of America's capital. They're barbecuing and drinking wine.
  The girls eat it with relish. And whistle all sorts of songs to themselves. Such wonderful warriors, you could say about them - supermen in panties.
  And Russian soldiers kiss knees and feet. And the girls are thrilled and have orgasms.
  They squeak and leap. They have such passion and intelligent beauty, captivating power.
  But the warriors also made love to the black captives, and both sides liked it.
  But now the party is over, and Russian tanks are moving south again. New York has fallen too...
  The Americans are retreating. Millions are surrendering. Roosevelt is fleeing. There is already talk of surrender. The Russian nation is demonstrating its greatness.
  Especially beautiful girls with blond and red hair.
  And they put the captives on their knees, and they are very pleased when the girls touch and grab their noses and male perfections with their bare toes.
  The female warriors of the Russian army are truly invincible!
  And here is the battle for Atlanta.
  For the first time, the girls on the Alexander-4 see the enormous American Washington tank. A machine weighing one hundred and seventy tons, on tracks. Fighting such a tank would be doubly honorable.
  And the girls shoot from a distance and hit the frontal armor. And the thick layer of metal withstands it.
  Elizabeth says with annoyance:
  - We've run into trouble!
  Elena remarked as a consolation:
  - But the enemy won"t take us either!
  And she also sent a projectile at the enemy.
  And then Aurora fires. And hits the target with perfect accuracy. And turns the enemy into pieces.
  And she squealed:
  - I'm the coolest opponent!
  It actually hit the barrel of an American tank. And now the big guy can only fire from its eighteen machine guns. And the Alexander-4 rushes toward the enemy. And begins to accelerate, its tracks rumbling.
  No one will ever stop such a giant.
  His athletic power is unmatched.
  Catherine sang:
  - Aerobatics, my deadly crew!
  And he also takes it and hits the enemy.
  And the girls here are dashing.
  The American was finally hit in the side. The giant tank burst into flames and its shells began to explode.
  And the combat kit will explode! And the armor and everything else will be torn off...
  And the girls exclaimed in chorus:
  - For the Russian way!
  And they will laugh, baring their teeth!
  Atlanta had fallen. And on September 7, 1933, the remnants of the American armies capitulated. And another war, victorious for Russia, had ended. And how truly wonderful that was!
  After its victory, the Tsarist Empire held referendums in the United States and Canada on joining the Tsarist Russian Empire. And the Tsarist country expanded. And in general, it's good when autocracy and absolute monarchy rule. Everyone is equal before the Tsar, and there's no talking shop-no parliament.
  And Tsarist Russia was a strong and stable empire - unique in its essence.
  Meanwhile, the Nazi regime in Germany gained strength, setting out to create the Wehrmacht and a strong army. True, Hitler constantly emphasized his friendliness toward Tsarist Russia, even though it had been the one that had cut off the most territory from Germany.
  But then a military alliance was concluded: between Italy, Germany, and Russia. Moreover, Tsar Alexei agreed to Austria's annexation to the Third Reich.
  As Britain, and France as well, weakened economically, the tsarist government began to seriously consider the colonies of France, Britain, and Holland. In purely military terms, the Russian army became the largest-twenty million in peacetime-and boasted a vast number of the world's best tanks, helicopters, and even jet aircraft. The Russian navy was also stronger and more numerous than the British, as a weakened England could not compete with the economically powerful tsarist empire.
  So now the great Emperor Alexei wanted to take away all the colonies of his former allies.
  So what? He'll take it away!
  On May 15, 1940, World War II began. Tsarist Russia moved troops into southern Iran, India, Indochina, and Egypt. The Wehrmacht attacked France, Belgium, and Holland. Italy had previously captured Ethiopia, attacked British Somalia, and moved regiments into southern France.
  Here are the witch girls moving through southern Iran. Anastasia and her four friends.
  The girls, as always, are youthful and barefoot. The years go by, but these beauties are still blossoming, and there's not a single wrinkle or crack on their skin, not a single drop of fat on their sculpted bodies.
  So they begin to crush the colonial troops of the British and do it with great enthusiasm.
  Anastasia, throwing a grenade at the Persians with her bare foot, roars:
  - Warriors of immeasurable power!
  Natasha also fires a burst from her machine gun, adds a grenade with her bare toes and shouts:
  - And we will never give in!
  Next, Zoya fires, also mowing down the English and Persians, and shouts:
  - Let us rule!
  And then Aurora hits her opponent with her bare foot and says:
  - The prime of our powers!
  And he whistles again!
  And then Svetlana gives it a whirl, hits them with her machine gun. And then, with her bare toes, she throws a grenade at the enemy.
  And he will squeal:
  - For refined manners!
  And in Egypt, the girls from Elizaveta's crew are advancing on a tank. He's on the newest heavy tank, the Alexander-6. It has a low profile and weighs sixty-five tons. And it fires a mortar. It's better suited for fighting enemy fortifications.
  Britain's tank fleet is comparatively weak. The Matilda-2 is its best tank. But the Nikolai-7 is a tough match for it.
  He has the perfect anti-tank gun. It fires from a long distance.
  The girls act with speed and cunning. And their tank crawls through the desert. And fires away. And the mortar launcher thunders very loudly.
  The girls laugh and chirp:
  - It's great on the throne! We're supermen!
  And again they will shoot and destroy another bunker or fortified point of Britain.
  The English, however, give in and concede...
  Egyptian pyramids appear before the girls. They see them and wink. Is it really possible to stop such beauties?
  And here in the sky above the Mediterranean, Albina and Alvina are battling it out. They, too, are baring their pearly teeth. And whistling songs. These girls have a fighting spirit.
  The warriors, however, are determined to fight as always in their panties and with bare breasts.
  And they demonstrate their colossal combat prowess. They fire and blast away with their aircraft cannons. And so nothing can stop the girls. However, the battle continues, and the Englishmen flee from the beauties. There's no stopping such aggressive individuals.
  And the girls shoot down a dozen planes with one burst and laugh to themselves.
  So they fly and fly. And the shooting doesn't stop.
  Albina chirps with a laugh:
  - I am unconquered at all times!
  Alvina, continuing to fire, adds:
  - Under the banner of Peter!
  The warriors jump and simultaneously knock down the enemy.
  Now columns of English and local prisoners are being driven through Egypt.
  The Tsarist troops are much stronger and defeat the colonial troops, who have no fighting spirit.
  Alexandria has fallen. And it's quite simple. And now Russian troops are meeting Italian ones.
  A joint parade. Fireworks, colorful processions. And boisterous declarations of loyalty and friendship.
  The Italians are also delighted. Especially when Russian girls run barefoot through the scorching desert...
  Elsewhere, Alenka and her all-girl regiment entered Delhi. It's clear the sepoys don't want to fight the Russian regiments. And that British colonial power has been defeated in this Indian territory, too.
  A multitude of dark-skinned girls surround the Russian soldiers and greet them with flowers.
  Everything is so beautiful here. And there are tons of flowers. And everything happens quite gracefully and orderly.
  Russian troops are already approaching Bombay and occupying it without much resistance.
  Alenka is very active and rude. She throws grenades with her bare toes and squeals:
  - I'm just superman in a bikini!
  And how nice it is for girls to run around half-naked and in bikinis. They look so great.
  In the colonies, British resistance is weak. Local troops are unable to put up a fierce fight.
  Meanwhile, the Germans were making successful progress. First, they lured the British into Belgium. Then, with a thrust through the Ardennes Mountains, they were able to cut off the British and French units. Thus, a spectacular victory was achieved.
  And Belgium was captured. And on June 22, after the capture of Paris, France capitulated, followed by Holland a little earlier. Thus, a spectacular victory was won. And the Germans were noticeably proud. And the Russian army captured India, southern Iran, Burma, and Bangladesh. And all of Indochina.
  The enemy was clearly losing. And the Germans invaded Spain and Portugal.
  Russian troops were approaching South Africa. They were hampered not so much by British resistance as by the length of their communications and supply lines, as well as by the lack of roads in Africa and the impenetrable jungle.
  But the Tsar's army still prevailed, moving like a titanium steamroller. And the enemy increasingly surrendered and fell to their knees.
  The regiments of girls usually marched barefoot, forcing the prisoners to kiss their feet. Sometimes the girls even allowed the prisoners to shower their breasts with kisses.
  But Anastasia, Natasha, Zoya, Augustina, and Svetlana have entered Australia. They're marching toward the capital, Sydney. And they're singing:
  - Rus', where everyone has many wives,
  Where the beautiful calls are permitted...
  Where every person is like a brother,
  Our symbol, our symbol is Kolovrat!
  And again they throw grenades with their bare feet, scattering the English and the locals.
  Anastasia just cut off the head of the British general with her saber and chirped:
  - For the glory of the Fatherland!
  And Natasha, with a throw of her bare foot, split the tank. And sang:
  - War in the name of Rus' Svarog!
  And the girls move, Zoya fires a burst from her machine gun, puts down the Englishmen and squeals:
  - For a new Russian order!
  These are some girls! They love to kill! And they won't stop! And their beautiful faces shine!
  And then Augustine fired, mowing down the English and squealing:
  - For the Rus' given by the Family!
  And Svetlana nails her as well. And with her bare foot she throws a deadly, murderous grenade.
  And also squeaks:
  - My great Rus'!
  And again he fires a burst... He mows down the Germans, killing them without any ceremony.
  Now Sydney surrenders without a fight. And the citizens and the military carry out the keys. And they proclaim Tsar Alexei their king and emperor.
  This continent too is giving up...
  And Russian ships land on New Zealand. Simultaneously, light "Peter-8" tanks enter Pretoria. And South Africa falls, too. And a battalion of barefoot girls lands on Madagascar.
  And very beautiful girls throw grenades with their bare feet and land against the enemy. Madagascar falls. And most of Africa is conquered by Russian soldiers.
  Tsarist Russia, the Third Reich, and Italy had almost won. But only Britain and Ireland remained. Autumn arrived, then winter. The Germans and Russian air forces bombed the British, reducing their cities to rubble. But Churchill stubbornly refused to capitulate.
  In May 1941, the landings followed. The first to land were the barefoot girls of the "Tigress" division. And they began to crush the British troops. And throw them over with the toes of their bare feet.
  The English were bombarded with half-naked girls in just panties, their breasts jiggling. And it was quite a thrill.
  And the battle was fought by tanks "Peter", "Nikolai", "Alexander", "Ivan", which literally crushed the enemy.
  And here's the newest pyramid-shaped "Alesey-1" tank. It has optimal angles from all angles and is impenetrable.
  In it, half-reclining, sat Elizabeth and her team of girls, almost naked, wearing only panties.
  Four beautiful warriors, nearly naked, fire at the English cannons, literally knocking them over into the flames. And the girls shoot, and spray them with lead from their machine guns. And the English fall by the hundreds.
  And the fighting beauties will mow down the enemy, and they'll literally drive their tank over corpses. And carpets of dead Englishmen will be spread out. And the girls will ride on the tank, destroying Matildas and Churchills. The last tank can only scratch the machine of the Tsarist army.
  And one victory follows another for Russia. And the Germans advance. But their T-3 and T-4 tanks are so weak compared to the Russian machines. And they're small and primitive. And tall... But the tanks of the Tsarist army are squat. And they push on, ignoring the gunfire.
  So the British raised the white flag. Several thousand elite Russian tanks landed in the very first hours, literally breaking through the defenses.
  Anastasia received a bullet in her bare heel and laughed:
  - Massage!
  Then she grabbed the general's nose with her bare toes and tossed him over her shoulder. He flew past and landed flat on his belly on the bayonets. And so much blood was spilled.
  Anastasia screamed hysterically:
  - Glory to Tsar Alexei!
  Natasha also kicked her opponent with her shin and roared:
  - For a new Slavic order!
  And he will hit the enemy with his head. And he will split his skull. And he will squeal:
  - Cool girls, freedom fans - we"re fighting for a new order!
  And then Zoya starts firing with two machine guns at once and throwing explosive peas with her bare feet.
  And the English get it first. And having received it, the fighters of the Foggy Albion Empire throw down their arms and go straight into captivity.
  And here comes Aurora, joining the fray. She crushes the enemy with her weapon. She has a special machine gun with tracer bullets. It thrashes the British like nunchucks thrashing a sheaf of grass.
  And here comes Svetlana, firing. And destroying the enemy.
  Shoots with a lethal mass... And bares his teeth.
  And roars at the top of his lungs:
  - I am a woman who is truly super!
  And he jumps up and throws a grenade with his bare foot. And it blows everything into pieces and shrapnel.
  And he will squeal:
  - I'm a bare-chested superman!
  And so the girls advance... Deeper and deeper they enter British territory.
  Oleg Rybachenko, in the body of a boy no older than eleven, but wearing a major's epaulettes, though barefoot and in shorts, mows down the British. And he acts with frenzied fury.
  He leads a fire and sings:
  - We are experiencing the dawn and the highest color.
  And with him is the girl Margarita, who never grew up. It's a good thing she never became an old woman!
  And this is much worse than being a girl!
  They're surrounding London. And they're threatening to take it. And the enemy masses are surrendering. Only the King's Guards are standing firm and not giving in. But they're being mercilessly destroyed. And they're carrying out a total, inhumane extermination. Such a total rout is taking place. And the machine guns are working very hard.
  And in the sky, Albina and Alvina are collecting bills. The girls have already received all seven degrees of the St. George Cross. First degree: the St. George Cross, second degree: the St. George Cross with a bow! Third degree: a gold cross. Fourth degree: a gold cross with a bow. Fifth degree: a gold cross with diamonds. Sixth degree: a gold cross with diamonds and a bow. And seventh degree: a star on the gold cross with a bow and diamonds!
  These girls shot down fifty cars in one battle and sang to themselves:
  - We are such beauties that we are simply super and hyper, and in general, wonderful beauties!
  And they will wink with a bared fang.
  These are the girls - Albina and Alvina... And they love to rape men. And they themselves don"t mind working their tongues when they see attractive male perfection.
  And the girls are simply the embodiment of lust and love and passion!
  How to love pulsating jade rods.
  High-class warriors...
  Here's Churchill fleeing from besieged London. He got a good kick in the ass.
  And he dragged her legs away, racing off to Brazil... But the London garrison capitulated. And Russian troops took Ireland with almost no resistance. The British were already surrendering to the sound of drums...
  World War II ended within a year with the Axis powers victorious. Most of Africa was Russian. However, Germany and Italy were able to seize some territory.
  In addition, the Third Reich also included Spain and Portugal into its fold.
  Meanwhile, Russian forces took control of Britain, and Tsar Alexei also became the British monarch. Russia also occupied Sweden with virtually no resistance, while Germany occupied Norway and, even earlier, Denmark.
  Hitler occupied a significant part of Europe, creating a Third Reich-like protectorate. Russia, meanwhile, recreated the empire and incorporated it into its territory.
  A temporary, fragile peace emerged, which lasted for a time.
  Tsarist Russia and Germany were digesting their acquisitions and developing colonies.
  Tsar Alexei was still young enough and could take his time conquering the entire world.
  But Hitler couldn't resist. He felt he had received too little land in Africa, that Russia was too big. And so, together with his son, Mussolini Jr., he began a war against Russia. The fighting began on April 20, 1955, the Führer's fifty-sixth birthday.
  The Germans developed a whole series of tanks for the war with Tsarist Russia, and apparently they were counting on it very much.
  The Panther 5 became the main tank developed for the war with Russia.
  At 75 tons, this machine was cool.
  And the 128-millimeter cannon in the 100EL is truly devastating. And if it were to fire, even the Tsarist army would be in for a rough ride.
  And there's an even more powerful tank: the Tiger-5, which is even heavier and more heavily armored. And it weighs about a hundred tons!
  Russia's main battle tank, the Alexei-4, weighs just fifty tons and has a 105-millimeter gun. But it's far more advanced, pyramidal in shape, and has an 1,800-horsepower gas turbine engine, making it highly maneuverable.
  The Germans are more massive and powerful. The two-hundred-ton "Lion-5" is especially terrifying. This, however, doesn't greatly enhance Hitler's chances. Superheavy tanks are also too expensive and difficult to transport. However, there are some advantages in their use and application.
  In any case, Hitler couldn't resist and rushed into Tsarist Russia. And the fighting began.
  The Russian army's powerful fortified lines halted the enemy's advance. And the Germans became bogged down. Meanwhile, the Tsarist army went on the offensive in Africa, where it had far more forces. And the Italians felt the first blows. Their troops were too weak, undisciplined, and equipped with far inferior technology to stand up to Russia.
  After just three weeks of fighting, the Tsarist army drove the Italians out of Somalia and Ethiopia.
  The girls Anastasia, Natasha, Zoya, Avgustina, and Svetlana were outstanding. They're still as young as they were fifty years ago when they fought against Japan. Tsar Alexei now has grandchildren, but the girls are still bold, tough, aggressive, and courageous.
  And even after fifty years of war, the girls remained young. And they don't have a single wrinkle or crack on their skin. They are so beautiful and fresh, like flowers.
  Oleg Rybachenko and his partner, Margarita, are still children-they haven't matured at all. At least not in appearance. But they run faster than cheetahs. And neither bayonets nor bullets can harm them.
  These kids love throwing sharp discs with their bare feet. They're absolutely amazing fighters!
  And any power will be brought to its knees!
  Anastasia, Natasha, Zoya, Avgustina, and Svetlana fought the Turks during the reign of Alexander II. That's why they're over a hundred years old. But they don't age because they're witches. And because they're immortal, in the power of the Rodnovery.
  And the representatives of the Tsar's army run across Ethiopia and are already cutting down the Italians.
  And again they make them kiss their bare feet. And the girls, of course, are indescribably beautiful, with ardent passion in their souls. They cannot be belittled. They are what define the country's greatness. And they are guaranteed to win.
  The Russian Tsarist Empire was largely continental, and unique to the Russian nation. The Russian nation, a blend of many peoples, and Russia, like a melting pot, can absorb other peoples, gradually assimilating them without oppressing them. This is how the Tsarist Empire expanded. Slowly, kingdom after kingdom... And now it's only a short step to global hegemony. Russia has a much larger population than the Third Reich and Italy.
  So she has every chance of capturing and digesting it. Especially considering that her opponents are weaker. And not everyone is happy with the regime of Hitler and Mussolini.
  In Africa, too, many local tribes and colonial units support the Russians. Russian equipment is also better suited for the jungle.
  The fighting showed that the Germans had problems even with the Panther-5, not just the Tiger-5. And the Fritzes had noticeably weakened. After the Tsarist army swept through Ethiopia and struck Libya, the German units also floundered. In the air battles, however, German developments surprised the Tsarist aces-especially with their disc-shaped craft. And they crushed Russian aircraft with frenzied fury.
  But the Germans are certainly no match for numbers. And the disc-shaped aircraft are too expensive and comparatively few in number. They themselves are invulnerable, but they can't fire, only ramming with a laminar jet. Meanwhile, the maneuverable Russian aircraft can escape.
  The Tsarist army is, however, strong in the air. And even stronger at sea. Although the Third Reich is no weakling either. Still, the forces are unequal.
  In terms of population and economic potential, the Third Reich could not cope with Russia.
  And if the girls are also very strong and beautiful and fighting, then it"s a complete disaster.
  Elizaveta and her team are fighting the German monsters, and even managing to win. And they're not fazed by the fact that the Nazis have much larger and heavier machines.
  Here the girls go around enemy tanks and shoot straight into their sides. And they have no problem with the enemy. They crush the enemy and sing:
  - Furious construction team! Furious construction team!
  Hitler will be checkmated! Hitler will be checkmated!
  And they destroy the enemy with colossal ease. And the girls can't help but laugh.
  And now the fascists, having been slapped in the face, are retreating. Already in Libya, several Italian divisions are surrendering almost without a fight. And the soldiers of the Tsarist army are advancing. The Fritzes have been driven from the Alps with a powerful blow, and the Tsarist troops are marching across Italy. Barefoot girls from Mussolini Jr.'s army greet the colorful armies of the Tsarist army. Millions of soldiers of all nationalities are filling Italy. And 10,000 mobile "Alexei-4" tanks, which, weighing fifty tons, are virtually impenetrable when fired from any angle.
  Italy, the weaker link in the coalition, perished very quickly... On May 30, the Tsar's troops captured Rome almost without a fight. And the capital of Mussolini's empire fell.
  And again, the girls from the Russian army forced the enemy to kiss their dusty, bare feet. They understand, after all, that the enemy must be shown his true status.
  Albina and Alvina, while collecting bills, recalled how they, like witches, had fought the Japanese back when Alexei was still in his cradle. And it was quite funny.
  The girls haven't had their fill of war yet and are shooting down Germans in the air. Albina even remarked:
  - Once we defeat the Nazis, what next?
  Alvina stated confidently:
  - Let's conquer Latin America!
  Albina noted doubtfully:
  - Well, that's another two or three months! And then?
  Alvina giggled and replied:
  - Soup with a cat!
  Albina said angrily:
  - No, there must be some more realistic plan for life!
  Alvina said with enthusiasm:
  - So we'll give birth to a bunch of children!
  Albina approved of this:
  - This is already better!
  Italy has already been effectively conquered. Mussolini Jr. is fleeing to France... Russian troops are occupying Sicily. All the macaroni holdings in Africa have already been lost. Only the German enclaves remain, but the Tsarist army is advancing on them too. The threat of losing Africa entirely, in a battle with a more powerful enemy.
  The Germans seem to have miscalculated their strength and are now sailing under attack from the Tsarist troops.
  And tens of thousands of tanks are already in the south of France and have taken Toulon... Girls in bikinis are jumping around the city and bringing the fascists to their knees. They force themselves to be kissed on the bare soles of their feet and laugh.
  And you can also kiss a girl on the chest - she won"t feel sorry!
  So many successes. And in southern Germany, Russian divisions are also breaking through. And they've already taken Vienna. And they're advancing on Munich. The Nazis are giving in to the blows, and they're raising their hands. And they're surrendering!
  Oleg Rybachenko is, of course, among those fighting in the front ranks.
  And the boy personally captures three German generals, for which he receives a special award from the monarch.
  At the same time, the eternal boy is barefoot and wearing shorts.
  Tsar Alexei rejoices in his victories. And what happened? Hitler, the devil himself, has put himself in the noose. His E-series tanks are no match for the pyramid-shaped ones.
  Tsar Alexei rewards heroes and heroines. And he does so with great pleasure.
  One can only love and respect such a Tsar. Russian troops have already driven the Germans out of Morocco. And almost all of Africa is Russian territory. And what's happened? Things have gotten better!
  Tsar Alexei awarded Albina and Alvina, Russia's finest female aces, a new award: the platinum star of the St. George Cross with a bow and diamonds.
  The warriors truly deserve it. They have such strength. They're beating the Nazis. And they're reaching the finish line. The Tsarist army is already approaching the Ruhr region, and fierce battles are raging there. They refuse to yield to the Nazis. And in France, Paris is already being surrounded. The local population welcomes the Tsarist army and won't stop.
  You could say the enemy is at the point of capitulation. Hitler is thrashing around, and it's already mid-July. And the Germans' situation is almost hopeless.
  This is what it means to get involved with such a cool tsar as Alexei II, or the Great.
  Finally, the remnants of the Wehrmacht in Africa had surrendered. Russian troops had marched through Paris. The situation was becoming critical for the Germans.
  By the end of July, the Ruhr had been completely recaptured. And Russian troops were approaching the Baltic Sea.
  Hitler flees Berlin for Latin America. Tsarist troops advance into Denmark, and Norway is liberated even earlier. Lisbon also falls. In August, Berlin is stormed, and the capital of the Third Reich is captured. The Tsarist army then continues its advance, liberating Madrid.
  The last fortress to be taken was Gibraltar, already in September. The citadel was toppled... And another war was almost over. It turned out to be surprisingly short and easy.
  Tsar Alexei received the title of the greatest conqueror of all times and peoples.
  But Hitler was still alive and had managed to escape. What to do with this monster? Oddly enough, Latin America refused to hand over this tyrant. And so, on May 1, 1957, the final campaign against Latin America and the final war in the history of planet Earth began. The troops advanced without any particular problems. Local forces were too weak militarily and could not resist the Russian troops.
  Elizabeth and her team have just shot at a battery, and now the enemies in their path are doing nothing but surrender.
  The girl remarked with a laugh:
  - This is war!
  Ekaterina noted with a smile:
  - The last war in the history of mankind!
  Elena suggested:
  - So let's drink a toast to peace! And future creation!
  And the girls even kissed each other's bare feet in delight.
  Well, that's how things are going...
  Anastasia and her team run along, throwing grenades at the enemy with their bare toes. They tear their enemies apart, and grin.
  Natasha sang:
  - I am a girl of colossal dreams!
  And he launches a lethal grenade. You can't be weak with girls like that. They won't forgive you.
  And they will continue to advance, giving the fascists no quarter. Even if in this case they aren't exactly fascists.
  Zoya also throws a grenade with her bare foot and hisses:
  - For victory over the enemy!
  And then Augustine will fire a machine gun and throw a grenade with her bare foot.
  And squeaks:
  - Desperate blow!
  And then Svetlana will put pressure on her opponents and devour them into torn dough.
  These are the girls.
  And he will yelp:
  - Tsar Alexei is our idol!
  Mexico City has been taken, and Cuba has been captured. Russian troops are advancing from north to south. And they are doing so quite successfully. You will not hinder them. And there will be a great victory.
  And Albina and Alvina are quite successful in the air battle. They are warriors, after all, who don't need to show weakness. They shoot down planes that are far inferior to the Russian ones. And most importantly, they are piloted by barefoot girls in bikinis. They beat everyone in sight. And they shoot down everyone they come across during the battle.
  Nicaragua is already passed. The armada of Tsarist army vehicles cannot be stopped. And the Russian troops are advancing. And more and more often the enemy is surrendering. And they are driving the enemy with columns of prisoners. And they are bringing the enemy to their knees.
  Anastasia runs and forces her opponents to fall on their faces and kiss her bare heels.
  So many enemies have surrendered. And many of them capitulate to the beat of drums. And raise their paws.
  Russian troops have already reached Venezuela. The situation is becoming increasingly calm.
  Brazil, the most powerful adversary, is relatively easy to break. And they are forced to capitulate.
  Girls walk through Rio de Janeiro and boys kiss their bare feet.
  Natasha remarks with a laugh:
  - Life is good after all!
  Zoya noted with some doubt:
  - Sleeping with your feet against the wall isn't so bad!
  And the girls burst out laughing. They really couldn't be funnier. But what can you do with them...
  There's also a boy fighting here, Oleg Rybachenko. He's been serving in the Tsarist army for over fifty years. He's risen to the rank of colonel, has numerous awards, and yet he still looks eleven. And with him is the eternal girl, Margarita. She was a grown woman and terrified of growing old. And as a result, she remained forever a girl. However, they became children for a hundred years. And then they are promised that they will grow up to sixteen-which is good, really! The boy, for example, won't even have to shave!
  A boy and a girl throw grenades at their enemies with their bare feet and sing:
  - The joy of victories is growing,
  Hitler is facing the gallows!
  Here is the last stronghold of Russia's enemies - Argentina. Hitler is hiding there.
  And so, in July, Russian troops entered Argentina. Resistance was sporadic. And so the capital fell almost without a fight. And Hitler himself was found in August 1957... dangling from a noose. Apparently, his own people went and hanged him.
  Chile also capitulated. Thus ended the last war in human history.
  Twelve witch girls-possessing eternal youth-celebrated their victory. And another boy, Oleg Rybachenko, seemed very pleased. Finally, he could live the life he'd spent so many years in the army.
  And the Russians had already reached space in 1947, and in 1954 they had flown to the Moon. And in 1967, to Mars. And then came new achievements. The solar system was gradually being conquered. In 1975, Alexei II, already seventy years in power, died in a plane crash. And thus ended the reign of the greatest monarch of all time.
  And his son, Mikhail II, became the new tsar. And Russia embarked on a cosmic expansion.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita walk on Mars in 2005. The boy notes:
  - A hundred years have passed since I became a child. And isn't it time for me to grow up to sixteen?
  Margarita, who also looks like a girl, replies:
  - And I have to grow up too, according to the contract! But what if we remain children?
  Oleg shrugged... An image of an angel-demiurge with wings suddenly appeared before them.
  The beautiful creature said:
  - You have completed part of your mission.
  But now space awaits you! And cosmic worlds! So live and fight!
  Oleg Rybachenko asked with a grin:
  - You promised us bodies at sixteen!
  The angel nodded with a smile:
  - And is this what you and Margarita want?
  Margarita nodded her head in agreement:
  - Very much so?
  The angel nodded, baring his pearly teeth:
  - That'll be yours! But growing until you're sixteen will take you a thousand years! And then you'll remain young forever!
  Oleg and Margarita squealed in unison:
  - That's not fair!
  Angela noticed with a smile:
  "That's the price of immortality! But you must admit, being immortal children is much better than being mortal old men!"
  The boy and girl agreed with this:
  - Much better!
  And they laughed even louder!
  Indeed, what are these mortals? Even the greatest Tsar of all time, Alexei, is gone. And an eternity of radiant adventures lies ahead of them.
  
  
  
  NAPOLEON DIDN'T ATTACK RUSSIA!
  An alternative history where the great emperor didn't march on Russia, but marched his forces against... Turkey! Well, of course, why not? Why not liberate the Balkans from Ottoman rule?
  And the enemy, of course, isn't very strong. And they've already been beaten by the Russians.
  And so Napoleon's army set out on a forced march. And it marched virtually unopposed from Bosnia to Istanbul. Only obstacles: mountains, rivers, fortresses... and sporadic resistance. And the populace greeted the French and Europeans as liberators.
  Napoleon captured Istanbul in 1812. He then fought in Asia Minor, reaching the Indian Ocean and Mecca. Afterwards, the French and their mercenaries moved into Egypt.
  Napoleon wasn't yet marching on Russia, but was instead conquering Ottoman territory. Perhaps some fortune tellers warned him of potential failure in the event of a war with the Tsarist Empire.
  In 1814, the British attempted to land in Spain. Napoleon returned to Paris. Having gathered his forces, he quickly advanced into Spain and routed the British there. The French then consolidated their position in the Pyrenees.
  Their troops reached Morocco and occupied the whole of North Africa and Sudan.
  They thus established total dominance in the Mediterranean. They also captured Gibraltar and fortified themselves thoroughly. The war with Britain continued with varying success. Both sides were tired of naval skirmishes. Napoleon, however, wanted to prevail through sheer numbers. More and more ships were built and sailors were trained. Gradually, the numerical superiority of the French, with their greater human and territorial resources, began to tell.
  And the exhausted British began to give in. Finally, in 1825, the landing took place. And Napoleon finally took London. Thus, the war was over. And the now-elderly emperor decided to rest and engage in peaceful construction. The only thing was that the French continued to advance through Africa and conquer its south. In Russia, Nicholas I came to power. The Russians waged war with Iran, but despite their victories, they did not conquer it, limiting themselves to moderate territorial gains. Then Russia encountered Shamil's war in the Caucasus and found itself tied to it for a long time.
  Napoleon ruled until 1837 and died at the age of sixty-eight. He was succeeded by his son, Napoleon II. The young, twenty-six-year-old, blond emperor had previously been King of Italy and the Roman Empire. He naturally longed to surpass the glory of his father, Napoleon I.
  Napoleon II's first campaign was against Iran, and then India. Of course, the world's largest and most well-organized army conquered both Iran and India relatively quickly. The conquest of Africa was also completed. France waged wars in Latin America, seeking to gain control of the colonies of Spain and Portugal. Russia was of little importance. But after long wars, the French finally gained a foothold in Latin America. Napoleon II died in 1856, and his son Napoleon III ascended the throne. He was only sixteen years old at the time. And in 1858, Napoleon III began his campaign against Russia.
  He decided to surpass his great grandfather. But Russia still had serfdom. And the country, of course, was no match for Napoleonic France in terms of military might.
  Napoleon III was counting on victory. And two million soldiers were moving across Russia. They marched in three columns: toward Kyiv, Moscow, and St. Petersburg. But Russia didn't have its own Kutuzov.
  And Tsar Alexander II was forced to flee to Kazan. Moscow, St. Petersburg, and Kyiv were captured. Russia faced armies from all over the world, and more sophisticated weapons. Even Napoleon III's army acquired the first light tanks.
  There's no way to resist such power. Tsar Alexander II offered peace to the French. But Napoleon III declared that he wanted Russia as a whole.
  In short, a guerrilla war began. But Napoleon had too many troops. Moreover, Napoleon III declared the abolition of serfdom, which also swayed some of the people to his side. The war raged for several more years, and Napoleon's troops reached the Pacific Ocean.
  Ultimately, a compromise was reached. Napoleon III married the daughter of Alexander II and was crowned. Russia, as part of the vast empire, gained some autonomy.
  Napoleon III was still fighting in China; his troops had reached Australia and conquered Indochina. In 1877, he died, and Napoleon IV ascended the throne. A young man of fourteen, the great-grandson of Napoleon I and a descendant on his mother's side of the Russian tsars, Napoleon IV completed his conquest of the world-subjugating the United States and all the other islands... A global empire had emerged. All that remained was to conquer space.
  But there was no sorrow, just the devil's will. Napoleon IV died in 1894. More precisely, he died hunting in Africa. And his throne was taken by a boy named Napoleon V, only four years old.
  Somehow, Napoleon's descendants proved less than resilient. And, of course, unrest ensued. In Latin America, in China, and in Russia.
  But the troops suppressed the unrest and separatists. Napoleon V grew up and decisively began to suppress the rebellions. After which, somehow, planet Earth calmed down. And in 1914, the first man flew into space! In 1917, humans landed on the moon.
  Gradually, humanity achieved stability. And then, expansion into space. By 1935, humans had visited every planet in the solar system, and a settlement had been established on the Moon. Napoleon V reigned until 1960-sixty-six years, a record among the Bonapartes-and died in glory. Napoleon VI ascended the throne. By this time, successful experiments in human rejuvenation had already begun. And in 2000, humans began to penetrate neighboring stars. By 2020, the first human settlements had been established beyond planet Earth.
  
  IVAN THE TERRIBLE WAS NOT POISONED
  Ivan the Terrible wasn't poisoned in 1584 (and why would anyone think he was poisoned at all?), but lived on for some time. He married an English princess. At the same time, he was conquering Siberia and building cities there. In 1590, his son Alexander was born to an English princess. His son Dmitry died in 1591, but the Russians recaptured their territory from the Swedes. In 1592, they captured Narva.
  The joint war between Poland and Russia against Sweden ended in 1593 with the capture of Vyborg and the defeat of the Swedish army in 1594.
  Russia thus regained its cities on the Baltic coast, establishing Narva and Vyborg. In 1595, Ivan the Terrible ordered the construction of a city at the mouth of the Neva. Thus, Aleksandrovsk arose more than a century earlier. It was named after Ivan the Terrible's son and an English princess.
  Ivan the Terrible then continued his advance across Siberia. His warriors advanced as far as the Amur River. In 1598, having reached the age of sixty-five - a record for Russia and one of the longest reigns in the history of planet Earth - Ivan the Terrible died. His heir, Fedot, also died the same year. And Alexander I became tsar. He was only eight years old when he ascended the throne. But Boris Godunov became regent. And things proceeded more or less smoothly. True, there were years of famine. Then came the war with Poland in 1605. Then, for the first time, Alexander himself commanded the army. The Poles attempted to besiege Smolensk but were utterly routed. The Russians went on the offensive, taking Kyiv and Polotsk. The Poles ceded lands along the Berezina River, and Kyiv, to left-bank Ukraine.
  For a time, there was a lull. Russia advanced in the east. It reached the Pacific Ocean and founded new cities there.
  Then came the Crimean campaign, which coincided with Turkey's weakening. Russia also conquered the Crimean Khanate, along with Azov.
  Thus, a vast empire emerged. Then came another war with the Poles. Alexander proclaimed: "We will recapture the lands of all Kievan Rus."
  And it happened. Russian troops, led by the Tsar and the great commander Skopin-Shuisky, were finally able to defeat the Poles and even captured Warsaw.
  After some disputes, Poland accepted Alexander I as tsar. A great Slavic power emerged. Russia turned south in 1630. Wars with Turkey ensued. The Ottoman Empire was in decline and losing.
  Russia recaptured the Balkans and even entered Constantinople. The Ottoman throne was handed over to Tsar Alexander. And now Russian regiments have reached Egypt. And in 1640, they conquered Mecca, Iraq, and Kuwait, forming a vast empire. From 1645 to 1647, there was a war with Iran. Persia also submitted to Russia. The war with the Manchu Empire ended with the capture of northern China.
  Tsar Alexander, in view of the growing non-Russian population, even convened an ecumenical council. A change was introduced into Orthodoxy allowing four wives.
  This was a consequence of the desire to make it easier for Muslims to accept Orthodoxy and to speed up the Russification of newly conquered lands.
  In 1658, Tsar Alexander the First, who ruled for sixty years and also became a great Rurikovich, died.
  The new tsar was Mikhail I, the son of Alexander I. The new tsar was already forty years old. He continued his father's policy of conquest. Russian troops advanced on India and waged war there.
  Which ended with the establishment of Russian dominance there. Then came a major war with China. In 1671, Mikhail died. The war was continued by his son, Alexei I Rurikovich. The young tsar, about thirty years old, commanded energetically and achieved major victories. China was subjugated after several years of war.
  Russia then continued its advance east and south, conquering Indochina, eventually reaching Singapore. In 1701, Alexei died, and his son Peter began building a large fleet. Russia moved through the islands of the Pacific Ocean and finally landed in Australia.
  At the same time, a desire to expand into Europe arose. And in 1715, war with Austria began. Superior Russian troops quickly conquered Austria. Then they seized Germany, reaching as far as the Rhine. And in 1721, they conquered Italy. Thus, Peter the Great opened a window to Europe, along with Egypt. At the same time, the Russians occupied Canada via Alaska. In 730, Peter the Great died and was succeeded by his grandson, Peter II, a Rurikovich.
  His reign was prolific: the young man launched a war with France and conquered Canada, and Russian troops, with a numerical superiority, took Paris. The Netherlands were also conquered, although a guerrilla war there dragged on. But eventually, it, too, was suppressed.
  Later, in 1745, Spain and Portugal fell. But even there, guerrilla warfare raged for several years. In 1753, after the death of Peter II, Peter III, his son, ascended the throne. The new tsar continued his advance through Africa and America. War broke out in 1761, with the last Great Power, Britain. Russia initially had little success at sea.
  But then, with superior numbers and experienced commanders, the British prevailed. And then came the landing. And in 1767, London fell.
  In 1780, Peter III also died. His twenty-eight-year-old son, Paul I, ascended the throne. Russia no longer faced any serious adversaries and advanced across Africa and Latin America. By 1820, when Paul I died at the age of sixty-eight, Russia had completed its conquest of the entire world. And Ivan V, aged forty-two, ascended the throne.
  There was no one left to fight. And science hadn't yet reached the point of conquering the vastness of space. Nevertheless, Ivan ordered flights to the moon. He said the empire needed to move forward. And so, in 1833, man first flew into space. And in 1845, the Russians finally landed on the moon.
  Emperor Ivan V died in 1847. Alexander II succeeded to the throne. Space expansion continued. They landed on Mars in 1861, and then on all the planets of the Solar System.
  And then they flew to other stars...
  
  DONALD TRUMP IN ROOSEVELT'S PLACE
  Here's Donald Trump, in Roosevelt's shoes during World War II. What a chance! Learn from your predecessor's mistakes. And the first mistake: allowing the USSR to rise and become a superpower.
  Donald Trump, like no one else, understood that Russia must not be allowed to win World War II. However, a quick victory for the Third Reich would also be unfavorable for America.
  The best option: let them kill each other for as long and as much as possible.
  Of course, Donald Trump helped Russia a little, before Stalingrad... And there weren't any significant discrepancies with history. And he drove the Third Reich out of Africa.
  And then he offered Hitler a truce in exchange for the abolition of anti-Semitic laws.
  After Stalingrad, the Germans realized they could actually lose World War II and agreed with Trump. Jews won't be persecuted, but... Trade is resuming...
  And a prisoner exchange takes place. Trump himself makes an atomic bomb and finishes off Japan. And the Germans, after the bombing of their territory ceases and the second front closes, gather their strength.
  The Führer postponed Operation Citadel several times. He didn't even launch the offensive in July, so eager was he to test the Tiger II, the monster tank, and, by extension, the Lion and Maus, in combat. Furthermore, the Germans began forming divisions of foreign troops and amassing forces.
  And Trump advised the Fuhrer not to rush, since the German offensive plans on the Kursk Bulge were already known to the Soviet command, and there was nothing more stupid than to attack when the enemy knew about it.
  The Führer was wise enough to listen to Trump's wise advice. And he went on the defensive.
  On August 30, the Red Army finally went on the offensive. It found itself bogged down in the enemy's deeply echeloned defense. The fighting demonstrated that the Panther was a very capable defensive weapon, with its rapid-fire gun capable of striking at long range.
  The Tiger isn't bad either, and even the Ferdinand. The latter self-propelled gun is quite strong defensively. And it's excellent at repelling enemy attacks. And the Ferdinand is very active. The way it fires from a distance, you won't be able to straighten your back.
  The Germans were finally giving in, albeit slowly, at the Oryol salient. But Soviet aviation no longer dominated the skies. Without a Western Front, the Fritzes were strong. Among the German aces, Marseille stood out.
  He hadn't died in an accident in the Battle of the Mediterranean. And now, as an ace, the number one fighter in the East. And this top Luftwaffe ace, who had briefly set a record on the Western Front that no one in real history would ever break, was now fighting in the East.
  Marcel fired from a distance and refused to be pinned down or shot down. He became a legend among German and Soviet pilots.
  And without any exaggeration. He shot down both attack aircraft and fighters.
  He was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords, and diamonds for 150 aircraft. When he shot down 200 aircraft, he was awarded the Order of the German Eagle with Diamonds. Upon reaching 300 aircraft, he received a special award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with gold oak leaves, swords, and diamonds. After shooting down 400 aircraft, he received the gold and diamond War Merit Cross and the gold and diamond Luftwaffe Cup. Marseille shot down 200 aircraft over the Mediterranean by the fall. Over the winter and March, he shot down almost 100 more aircraft and was transferred to the Eastern Front. There, he surpassed 300 aircraft in May 1943.
  Then, in September 1943, he reached the figure of four hundred vehicles. He even set a record by destroying fourteen vehicles in a single battle.
  Of course, with such an ace, the Germans felt more than confident in the sky.
  And they could have held back the Red Army's advance by bringing up their forces in advance. Nevertheless, the Soviet troops advanced, albeit very slowly.
  At the end of October, the Red Army approached Orel. The Fritz tried to hold the city at any cost.
  The Tiger-2 tank was used in combat for the first time. This vehicle, however, performed well in defense, but often broke down. The Lev fared even worse. Resembling a larger Tiger-2, better known as the King Tiger, the Lev had a more powerful gun, which was unnecessary, as Soviet T-34 tanks were already being defeated by German weapons. And the Lev, weighing ninety tons, had no armor advantages over the Tiger, was more expensive, less reliable, and its more powerful gun had a lower rate of fire.
  Only when shooting at a long distance did the Lev have an advantage, but it was of little use, since it was almost impossible to hit a T-34 on the move from the distance where the Lev had an advantage.
  The battles showed that the "Lion" has no advantages in protecting the sides or the front of the hull over the "Tiger"-2, and the thicker armor of the front of the turret only slows down its rotation.
  So, it turns out that the "Lev" is, in practice, even worse than the "Tiger-2." And what was it designed for?
  Nevertheless, the Tiger-2 was relatively well protected, was impenetrable even in the side of the T-34-76, and therefore proved to be an effective, albeit clumsy, machine.
  At the same time, two female pilots, Albina and Alvina, also showed themselves to be quite capable in combat. They fought barefoot and in bikinis the entire time, and they did so quite effectively.
  Just as Albina presses the triggers with her bare feet, she will shoot down the Soviet pilot.
  And then Alvina will press, also with her bare, chiseled feet. And again she will knock down her opponent.
  The girls worked hard and with the panther-like panache of a panther. Even though they were just beginning warriors, their secret was to fight in bikinis and barefoot-that way, no one would knock them down!
  The battle for Oryol dragged on until the end of November. The Germans held the city, while the Red Army persistently stormed it. Stalin himself demonstrated stubbornness in this regard. The Nazis heavily fortified the city and prevented its encirclement.
  By early December, a temporary lull had set in, with only skies still raging. Marseille had shot down over five hundred aircraft and was the second in the Third Reich, after Göring, to be awarded the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross.
  The Red Army halted. But at the end of December, it resumed its offensive. After fierce fighting, Orel was finally encircled. And then taken. The Germans were pushed back a bit further in the center. But they were prepared for winter and fought tenaciously.
  The Nazis were ultimately able to repel the offensive near Leningrad, partly due to a warning from Trump, who was deeply afraid of a Nazi defeat.
  Having repelled the offensive in the north, the Nazis somehow repelled the onslaught and survived the winter... And in the spring they began to gather strength.
  The Red Army also suffered losses. But it acquired IS-2 and T-34-85 tanks. An exchange of blows began, and on June 22, 1944, the Red Army launched a major offensive in the center.
  The Germans were giving in, but slowly... Soviet troops advanced fifty kilometers over a fairly wide front in a month and a half. The Nazis even changed their tactics somewhat, trying to conserve their strength by not advancing.
  Trump clearly played a role here; he didn't want either Russia or Germany to win. But he feared the Russians would win anyway, and advised the Führer to wage a defensive war to exhaust the Bolsheviks' resources.
  Hitler, despite all his aggressiveness, still went into a defensive stance. Especially since German tanks were imperfect. The Maus also failed to live up to expectations, performing somewhat effectively only in defense and short counterattacks.
  The Germans hadn't yet been able to achieve significant technological advances. The Panther II was more powerful in terms of armament and armor, but it still weighed no more than fifty tons. The Focke-Wulf was inferior in maneuverability and was underdeveloped.
  The Me-309 proved to be powerful in armament and fast, but less maneuverable. The TA-152 was superior to the Focke-Wulf in flight characteristics and powerfully armed, but also proved heavier. However, Marseille developed some good tactics for heavier aircraft, but more heavily armed and better protected.
  For now, the Germans not only maintained their air superiority but even increased it through sheer numbers of aircraft. Although the USSR had acquired the Yak-3 and LaGG-7, these didn't yet provide an advantage.
  The Germans, however, developed the ME-262. By June, the Luftwaffe had a thousand of these jet-powered aircraft, each armed with four 30-mm cannons. However, in combat, the ME-262 proved to be both insufficiently maneuverable and ineffective, partly due to its high speed. The only downside is that the ME-262 is very difficult to shoot down; it's armored and durable, difficult to hit due to its high speed, but it also crashes due to its unreliable engine.
  So far, the Germans had only received the relatively successful TA-152 and had the modernized ME-109 "K", the most mass-produced fighter of the Second World War.
  The number of aircraft produced also increased, allowing the company to maintain superiority over Soviet models. Moreover, German aircraft were significantly more powerful in terms of armament and engine power.
  The German Ju-288, which combined high speed with a large bomb load, proved quite successful. The Ju-488, the first mass-produced four-engine bomber, was capable of long-range bombing. Its distinguishing feature was its relatively small wing area, which allowed it to reach speeds of up to 700 kilometers per hour, a significant speed for a bomber of its time.
  The Germans weren't particularly successful in tank design. The Maus was good at protection, but still vulnerable from the air and difficult to transport. The Jagdpanther was a more successful design. It was produced in increasing quantities and earned a good reputation.
  Here, of course, the Germans didn"t quite finish the car, but in any case, it turned well.
  The Germans' primary equipment numbers increased, allowing them to more successfully resist Soviet attacks, including the August offensive in the south.
  Autumn 1944 arrived, Soviet troops had not even taken Kharkov, and were still standing in the center.
  The Fritzes felt a little more confident... Stalin continued to hammer away, but without the help of the United States he was unable to win the technological race against Germany.
  With foreign divisions and numerous Hiwis, plus satellites and former Soviet citizens, the Third Reich was able to more or less replenish its forces and maintain a defensive posture. Foreign workers and slave labor allowed for the production of a large amount of equipment, primarily jet aircraft.
  The V-1 and V-2 rocket projects were abandoned in favor of jet aircraft, and the Arado bombers were born. They were excellent bombers, but Soviet aircraft couldn't even catch them.
  Hitler increasingly relied on an air offensive. The Fritzes fought in the winter as well... The Red Army managed to advance in the center during the winter.
  Here, although the Germans were expecting an offensive, they were shocked by the artillery, especially the Andryusha rocket launcher. But then numerous German tank divisions managed to stop the Soviet troops.
  The new German self-propelled guns E-10 and E-25, small but agile, proved to be particularly effective.
  The Tiger-2 also appeared, with a narrower and smaller turret and a powerful 1000 horsepower engine, which proved to be a more practical vehicle.
  In short, a war began with a menagerie that was more profitable for the Germans.
  Hitler placed great emphasis on the E-series tanks, as they were more advanced and had a lower silhouette. The E-50 was actually a meter lower than the Tiger II, allowing the tank's weight to be reduced to fifty tons with equal armor, a 1,200-horsepower engine with forced induction, and a more armor-piercing and accurate gun.
  This turned out great! The car gained the speed and impetuosity of a breakthrough. And girls are fighting in it. And, of course, barefoot and in bikinis.
  Fighting became intense, especially in the spring, in May. The Germans attempted to advance, but were only able to recapture Belgorod, which Soviet troops had captured earlier. The fighting raged for a long time. The E-100 tank also took part in the battle. This well-protected and powerfully armed vehicle proved a major challenge for the Soviet troops.
  After the SU-100's introduction, Stalin unexpectedly decided to change tank design doctrine. This self-propelled gun began to be produced in ever-increasing quantities.
  The self-propelled guns' simplicity in production and more powerful guns were appealing. And also the fact that Stalin began to consider saving soldiers. In any case, in the summer of 1945, only the Germans were advancing. They managed to encircle Rostov-on-Don and Orel, and that was the extent of their success. In the fall, the Nazis remained on the defensive, while the Red Army advanced. And in the winter, too... And only Belgorod was recaptured.
  And so both armadas slowed down...
  The year 1946 arrived. The Germans attempted an offensive in the summer, using E-50, E-100, and E-75 tanks. Stalin countered them with SU-100 self-propelled guns, which practically replaced all other weapons. The Germans struggled, but made little progress... And in the fall and winter, the Red Army was already advancing...
  But again, nothing was achieved.
  It's already 1947. The Germans are pressing and advancing, the Russians are pressing back and advancing. Nothing has worked.
  It was 1948. The T-54 appeared, but it didn't become widespread. The SU-100 was still in service. However, this self-propelled gun was somewhat outdated. The Germans had the E-75, with its gas turbine engine, as the first in the series. And it already had excellent side protection...
  But the Germans still couldn't achieve victory. The USSR produced the IS-7, which successfully fought the Germans.
  Then it's 1949... The front line is motionless, and blows are exchanged. Boxers swing and destroy each other.
  Even in 1950, the front line fluctuated slightly. But nothing significant happened.
  And so it goes, 1951, the same thing. There's no change on the Eastern Front. Both sides are considerably depleted.
  1952 came and went, the last full year of Stalin's rule. The Germans were the only ones to develop disc-shaped aircraft impervious to small arms fire. The USSR had the most widely produced aircraft: the SU-122 with a long barrel, which is still considered the best.
  And finally, 1953... Stalin dies, and then things start to get worse. A power struggle erupts in Moscow, and taking advantage of this, the Germans go on the offensive.
  And they advance in the Caucasus. Türkiye finally enters the war.
  I capture the entire Caucasus in spring, summer and autumn, and gain an advantage...
  But then Trump intervened. And on January 1, 1954, the US began nuclear bombings of the Third Reich and... Russia.
  So there you have it! Trump finally intervened in World War II.
  And it all turns out really great in its own way! And in some ways, even cool!
  Trump is confidently defeating his enemies! And this is his hellish PR!
  Even this American dictator jumps for joy!
  
  BEAUTIFUL GIRLS MAKE HISTORY
  An alternative history in which Hitler decided to finish off Britain first and only then attack the USSR. One such step was the attack on Malta, following the capture of Crete. The latter was quite successful, and the Führer's troops routed the British. Hitler made the decision to finish off Britain and only then attack the USSR.
  Here, four witch girls swayed him. Aryan beauties: Gerda, Charlotte, Christina, and Magda-convinced the Führer not to attack Russia just yet! They even knelt and swore that 1941 was not the time for it. They also ran barefoot across the coals and performed a ritual confirming that it was best not to attack Russia. And the four beauties convinced the Führer that girls should fight in Africa, too. He agreed.
  The British base is attacked by an armada of Fritzes;
  The largest British base truly resembled hell. More than a thousand bombers, gathered from across the Eastern Front and with considerable combat experience, along with escort fighters, descended upon it. The British, of course, had been fighting for a long time, but they hadn't expected such a powerful, massive attack. Indeed, who would believe that the Fritzes would dare expose the front, even if the enemy had temporarily calmed down? But the British fighters were now being mercilessly beaten. For example, their ships were attacked by Ju-87s, the famous Stuka. Not particularly fast, but possessing exceptional bombing accuracy (for their time) they tormented the British fleet lurking in the bays. More modern Focke-Wulfs weren't far behind, including even the legendary von Rudel himself, the king of attack aircraft, famous for sinking the most powerful Soviet battleship, the battleship Marat.
  Here, for example, Corporal Richard sees vultures rolling down a hill like sleds. Numerous German bombers emerge from an ice hole like predatory fish. The now-mature Englishman drops his phone in fear. He's never seen such a terrifying sight. The sirens wail long after the bombs have exploded. The blast wave throws British soldiers up, sending severed arms and legs flying in all directions. One of the iron helmets glows red-hot and hits an officer in the face. And he screams:
  - Churchill kaput! Hitler is cool!
  The British anti-aircraft guns didn't start firing immediately, only after thousands of bombs rained down. The enemy had calculated everything correctly: not a single bomb should be wasted. So, crush the enemy and strike. All sectors were already marked on the map. Moreover, the brazen British didn't even camouflage themselves properly. Many of their anti-aircraft guns were clearly visible and were the first to be wiped out.
  The barrel of a thirty-two-foot-long 85-millimeter anti-aircraft gun was thrown up and bent in the air like a donut. Then it crashed down, crushing five Englishmen. One of the black men's stomachs was ripped open, and his intestines spilled out.
  And the bombs rained down, and everything was ablaze. A fuel depot exploded, shells began exploding, scattering nearly the entire wreck, and then another depot struck. To top it all off, the sirens mounted in the fairings of the Ju-87 and Focke-Wulf fighters blared shrilly, causing wild terror among the black and Arab colonial troops. But it seemed the whites were just as frightened.
  For example, two British frigates collided, so hard that their boilers exploded. Even the frigates' wreckage, which had flown into the air, exploded like minefields, while the cruiser simply sank to the bottom.
  A British Cromwell tank, short-barreled but with decent speed and fairly thick frontal armor, accelerated in panic and rammed its own depot, even crushing a dozen of its own crazed soldiers along the way. The chaos escalated. Now the British aircraft carrier began to sag, and a powerful dreadnought opened fire... on the coast where its own soldiers were milling about.
  And in this abyss, two people remained completely unperturbed. One of them, an Indian, was calmly lighting a pipe, and the other was a woman, clearly of Arab descent, but wearing a military uniform. Together, oblivious to the death-or rather, a whole horde of annihilation riders-rushing toward them, they were playing a rather unusual card game. It was a game with fifty-two cards and jokers, and according to rules devised by the Indian himself.
  The Arab woman stated:
  - There's a lot of noise! Why are you causing such a panic?
  One of the soldiers, his back riddled with shrapnel, nearly ran into the Indian, but he casually tossed him aside like a kitten. Drops of blood landed on the Indian's face, and he licked them off, smiling. Then he remarked:
  "Making noise is for weaklings and palefaces. We Apaches believe this: no enemy is good, but an enemy appears - even better!"
  The dark woman remarked:
  "This is a typical weakness of those who profess the Christian faith. They love to talk about sacrifice, but they don't sacrifice themselves."
  The Indian nodded quickly:
  Order is built on a foundation where faith is cement and will is sand! Faith is a heart of gold, and will is an iron fist! Only the palefaces have neither.
  Several flaming British soldiers plunged into the water to wash away the flames. Even the water boiled as they entered, and screams and wild groans were heard. Bloody circles began to form across the sea foam, thick at first, then gradually becoming paler. And the warriors of what had once been the greatest and most vast empire on Earth were losing their humanity. The Arab woman snorted contemptuously:
  - And these men force us to wear a burqa!
  The red-skinned man, squinting slyly, remarked:
  - Apparently, your menacing look scares them!
  The Arab woman, grinning sarcastically, said:
  - The softness of a woman is like the toughness of armor, only much more deadly and versatile in defense!
  The Germans chose to immediately launch a full attack, the tactic of a boxer who, counting on the enemy's unpreparedness, immediately throws himself at the enemy with all his might. When dozens of enemy planes burn on their airfields, unable to take off. When their own bombs explode inside the Lancasters, destroying everything around them. A brutal, but effective tactic. And so the symphony of hell reached its peak and then began to fade.
  But of course, things didn't end there; the airborne division was brought in. So far, the British, after such treatment, are completely useless, so they can be captured while they're still warm. Fortunately, airborne gliders have already been produced in sufficient quantities, and the methods for towing them have been perfected. They are probably the best in the world today.
  And so they fly, not like vultures-slower, but fast enough, accompanied by Wagner's music, Hitler's favorite masterpiece. Who else alive remembers the film "Apocalypto," where the Americans used this very music while attacking the Vietnamese. How it terrified them. So here it is, Wagner, and thundering melodies, through amplifiers. The paratroopers have smeared their faces with phosphorus and painted themselves up; they look eerily like demons from the underworld. This is also intended for psychological effect. Plus, they've added some reagents to the phosphorus, and a little magnesium powder to create a glow, at least for a short time. So eerie, especially against the backdrop of the smoking glow and numerous fires. They even have machine guns, also camouflaged as dragon's mouths. Then the melodious German and captured submachine guns begin firing. And the mown-down, ragged ranks fall at the victors' heels. And many simply choose to surrender, despite the fact that the English far outnumber the Germans.
  The Indian and the Arab woman hid in a small, carefully camouflaged hole. The Indian remarked:
  - We plowed them well!
  The black-haired woman was surprised:
  - You say we? Maybe you mean us?
  The Indian shook his head:
  - No! The palefaces are beating the English, and that's a good sign! And when the time comes, our holiday will come! When the Indians liberate their continent!
  The Arab woman snorted contemptuously:
  - And you don"t by any chance claim to rule the world?
  The Indian smiled tenderly, as if explaining something to a mentally retarded child:
  - Those who want too much usually end up with nothing! So a big spoonful is a mouthful!
  The Führer, of course, didn't see what his falcons and hawks were up to, but he basically guessed that the German military machine would handle everything perfectly. Generally speaking, German offensive military operations up until the Kursk Bulge were carried out at a highly professional level. Some even call them exemplary. It's strange that such a machine stalled and then completely collapsed.
  And the four of them took part in the landing of troops on Malta.
  Four girls were wearing nothing but bikinis. And already in the air, they were throwing grenades at the Englishmen with their bare feet. And it was very beautiful. That's what girls are like.
  And in mid-flight, they hurled sharply honed discs. And a dozen necks were ripped open at once. In a word - super-class beauties. And very sexy, and muscular. Such warriors. And with a single blow they split metal and brick. Such a furious, seething force in them. And then they jumped, barefoot, and smashed into the chins of English soldiers. They smashed them.
  And blood flies and splashes in all directions.
  After which the girls brought out their swords and began to smash the English ranks. And all the while, they chanted:
  "White wolves form a pack! Only then will the race survive! The weak perish-they are killed, purifying the sacred blood!"
  The girls here are so cool. Just super!
  And they each chop down an English soldier with two swords. And with their bare feet they throw swastikas, killing the fighters. And such fierce warriors...
  And the air strike on Malta was very powerful. The Führer mobilized aircraft from the Eastern Front. And the Ju-88s proved their worth. And, of course, Ju-87s were also used, proving quite effective in the air superiority of fighters.
  And the Germans beat the English very hard. And the barefoot Terminator girls, even harder. And the warriors here are simply awesome!
  How can you not admire girls like these? They're not girls, they're just panthers!
  They crush their opponents. And sing:
  - No one can stop us! No one can defeat us! The evil she-wolves are tearing the enemy apart!
  Evil Wolves - salute to the heroes!
  And they're chopping again... However, the British are already surrendering. And they raise their hands.
  Gerda roars in English:
  - On your knees! And kiss my feet!
  The men fall down and kiss the girl's bare, slightly dusty feet.
  Then Charlotte, the red-haired beast, makes them kiss their feet. How beautiful she is.
  In the wind, her copper-red hair flutters like a battle, proletarian banner.
  Both men and especially young men kiss the goddess's round heels and lick the beauty's rough feet.
  They kissed both Christina and Magda on their bare feet. They were also top-notch girls.
  And such warriors are strong and muscular. And most importantly, they are barefoot and attractive.
  And what slender figures, and those slabs of abs! They're remarkable, both martial and beautiful.
  And every muscle plays, and balls of muscle roll under the tanned skin.
  These girls are super cool! They have the power of anger and the flame of passion! And the confidence to win.
  And the English shower their bare, graceful feet with kisses!
  Malta fell, and moving troops to Africa became much easier. The Führer grew wiser, and most importantly, a logical thought occurred to him: the USSR was a totalitarian country, and therefore strong. Nearly two hundred million people united by communist ideology-and that was strength!
  But at the same time, the USSR has enough land and it is not going to attack anyone.
  So, in order to attack Russia, you need to prepare.
  What kind of tanks do the Germans have? They're downright weak! And at the May Day parade, we saw Russian KV-2s with 152mm guns, and KV-1s with 76mm guns, and T-34s-nimble tanks, too, with guns that could pierce the Germans.
  And the Führer ordered: to create our own monsters to counter the Russian tanks. Specifically, Panthers, Tigers, Lions, and Mauses. Good vehicles for their time, but too heavy.
  Both expensive and labor-intensive! But German technology could compete with Soviet technology in this case.
  Moreover, the Germans expected that they would soon have all of Africa under their control, capturing the world's most important resources. And they would have slaves, troops, and combat units...
  In general, the Wehrmacht soldiers are strong...
  And the girls are gorgeous... And wonderful stoles!
  They went through Malta and made their mark by torturing men. Cruel female warriors. They stripped the young men naked and raped them, girls! What fun would that be?
  The warriors sang and shouted a lot:
  - No one can stop us, even the devil can"t defeat us!
  Gerda and her crew also attacked the English cruiser. The girls walked along it with swords, cutting down everyone. And while they were at it, they also threw sharpened discs with their bare feet.
  These swift warriors are unstoppable. They march forward, crushing sailors. And they wave with both hands. A quartet of witches appeared. And these witches are merciless, absolutely murderous.
  They run along the deck, flashing their round, pink heels, waving their swords like propeller blades. They chop down the English and sing to themselves, grinning.
  "We're not pathetic girls, that's what a ringing voice we have! We're crushing the English, so there's no peace here!"
  And how they'll show off their tongues! These girls are real terminators!
  And with their bare toes they throw discs at themselves and knock out their enemies.
  They'll do it very bloodily. And they'll slit throats. And they'll open so many throats.
  Aggressive guys.
  Or rather, girls, with the muscles of wild animals. And no one can tame them-that's the element.
  The girls are dashing and almost naked. They even bare their breasts to look prettier.
  Gerda sang:
  - And they'll capture the cruiser - those girls are brave! Such a force of nature, such a force of nature!
  The girls are truly such beauties that you can't stop them on the fly.
  They're seething with a frantic, seething energy. It's simply an aggressive hurricane, an abundance of flame and heat.
  Warriors are truly adorable. And they can punch you in the jaw.
  They have these aggressive quirks of girls who were born with wings and fangs...
  Charlotte chops down the English and squeals to herself:
  - No one can compare to us in battle! I'm a wolf, a tough wolf!
  And the red-haired beast starts to strike and cut with her sword...
  So the English admiral fell victim to the girls' retribution. But what exactly did he want? Who did he get involved with?
  The warriors took him and chopped him into pieces!
  Christina sang with pleasure:
  - There will be sliced shashlik!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  And then, with her bare foot, she threw a sharp-edged discus and killed five Englishmen at once.
  Magda kicked out with her bare heel, and three Englishmen went overboard. What a girl she is - a real savage!
  And all four will exclaim:
  - Glory to our gods!
  And again he chops... Hundreds of Englishmen have already been cut down. And the survivors fall to their knees and kiss the beautiful girls' strong, chiseled, bare feet.
  
  
  PRESIDENT OF RUSSIA VLADIMIR ZELENSKY
  After his inauguration, Volodymyr Zelenskyy announced the dissolution of the Rada and the holding of early parliamentary elections. This was, in general, expected. Relations with Russia, however, remained tense. Vladimir Putin did not congratulate Zelenskyy on his victory and refused to recognize the Ukrainian presidential election. But this actually benefited the new young leader. Nationalists, who had viewed him with suspicion, accepted him as one of their own. And the West realized that Putin was indeed an aggressor and increased its support for Ukraine. So, what started off well ended badly. Zelenskyy went on to perform remarkably well in the new Rada elections, winning a parliamentary majority. He then held several referendums, including one on constitutional reform.
  The president's powers were significantly expanded, while the Rada's powers were, conversely, curtailed. After this, Zelenskyy began decisively pursuing reforms and modernization.
  At the same time, a cunning move was devised in Donbas. Warrior Anastasia Orlova was offered an interesting option. With the support of Ukraine and Western intelligence agencies, she would become viceroy of the Luhansk and Donetsk regions. She would then have formal membership in Ukraine, funds for reconstruction, and considerable personal power. And even her own army. In other words, the Kadyrov scenario. Russia effectively granted independence to Chechnya, while only formally maintaining control.
  Anastasia Orlova, influential among the field commanders, accepted this option. It must be said that this woman was very beautiful, blonde, and usually ran barefoot, even in the freezing winter.
  Anastasia declared war on the "thieving" leadership of New Russia. She's a very combative and authoritative woman. And she established her residence in Novoazovsk. Some of the people and militias supported her.
  Anastasia and a battalion of barefoot girls carried out several raids and captured several cities. Local battles broke out. A tug-of-war ensued.
  Anastasia operated quite skillfully and received money from abroad. She also had support within Russia, including from women. Her success was also aided by Putin's illness. The ambitious Russian president had apparently overextended himself. Under these circumstances, Russia's leadership became divided. Anastasia took advantage of this and seized Donetsk, gaining significant support.
  War broke out with Luhansk, too. But it wasn't particularly vigorous. The rebels weren't particularly eager to kill each other.
  Ultimately, presidential elections were held in Novorossiya, and Anastasia won. She was immediately recognized by the US and Kyiv. And then by other Western countries, and indeed the rest of the world!
  Zelensky kept his word, granting Novorossiya special status within Ukraine. And the yellow-and-blue flag once again flew in Donetsk.
  The long-awaited peace has arrived.
  Zelenskyy actively fought corruption, even introducing the death penalty for economic crimes. Managing with firmness and skill, and building a professional team, Volodymyr Zelenskyy ensured high growth rates for Ukraine. The country was on the rise, and the new leader's grip on power was strengthened. Relations with Russia were improving. This was facilitated by Putin's stroke, which made him less ambitious and aggressive.
  Zelensky's popularity in Russia grew steadily. He was a powerful orator, a charming man, a populist. Neither a communist nor an anti-communist. Popular among both the left and Russian oligarchs. Very popular among Russia's youth. An intellectual and a true man. Seemingly cultured, yet having seized firm power. Yes, a leader, of course, but also a gentleman! Highly cultured, yet understandable and beloved by the people. A true talent for management. And a great organizer.
  And so, when five years of prosperity and growth in Ukraine had passed, and Zelensky's power had finally consolidated, a sensational proposal followed.
  Specifically, to unite with Russia. To create a single union state with a common president with extensive powers. Popularly elected, of course.
  And in Russia, the elite was shocked. What a move! Putin, by this time weakened by a serious illness, had lost his popularity. This meant he couldn't fight, at least not effectively. And Medvedev himself, by and large, wasn't much of a fighter and wasn't popular with the people.
  And here Zelensky clearly wants to become president of the union state and... His chances are real! Firstly, the West would also like to see Volodymyr Zelensky as president of both Russia and Ukraine! He has proven himself to be a thoroughly pro-Western and European politician. Secondly, Zelensky is popular both in Russia and especially in Ukraine. Thirdly, there are no visible competitors. Putin is gravely ill, Medvedev is weak and unpopular, Zyuganov and Zhirinovsky are too old. There are no other leaders in sight. And fourthly, Zelensky and the rest of Russia's oligarchs have the support of their leaders.
  Yes, it's clear that this is a very serious candidate for the Russian presidency. He has strength, charisma, and an exceptional oratorical gift. He also has the support of both Western and Russian media. Plus, there's the popularity of something new in Russian politics, under the old and tiresome leaders.
  In short, it was awkward to refuse, but scary to accept the offer. Putin suffered a second stroke. Medvedev became acting president of Russia.
  Of course, it's far from certain that Zelensky will win. And he really wants to annex Ukraine. Medvedev has a desire to outdo Putin! But is it worth taking the risk of running with Zelensky?
  However, the Russian people supported the idea of unification with Ukraine. Hundreds of thousands of people took to the streets, demanding the unity of their Slavic brothers. Clashes between protesters and police erupted in Moscow. Numerous people were injured. A wave of protest began to mount.
  The Communists' Zyuganov had finally reached his breaking point, or more accurately, had rotted away, and the younger leadership began to bring the people out onto the streets, demanding regime change.
  Nationalists also joined the protests, gaining their own strong and ambitious leaders. The Maidan became increasingly fashionable. Stones and Molotov cocktails were thrown at police. The long-simmering public discontent began to manifest itself more and more intensely.
  Medvedev held a security council.
  The majority of members supported unification, arguing that the devil isn't as black as he's painted. Administrative resources and propaganda are enormous power! And that people could be thoroughly brainwashed, and they would actually vote for the party in power.
  Russian billionaires also swore allegiance to Medvedev, who was predictable, had been in power for a long time, and more or less suited everyone.
  Billionaire Deribasko logically noted:
  - We need to conduct an election campaign in the style: Medvedev is Putin today, and no Zelenskys are dangerous to us!
  Roman Abramovich authoritatively noted:
  "We pulled Yeltsin out of a four-percent rating hole, and we'll certainly pull you out! Our money and the media are your guarantee!"
  Prokhorov confirmed:
  - We don"t want such high taxes on the rich as in Ukraine, and we will all stand up for you!
  Dmitry Medvedev slammed his fist on the table and announced:
  - Then we accept the proposal for integration and unification!
  A unification agreement was signed between Ukraine and Russia. The balance of power immediately shifted. Presidential elections are scheduled to take place within three months.
  To register for president, one only needs to collect one hundred thousand signatures or make a ninety thousand dollar deposit, which will only be returned if one makes it to the second round. These are the curious rules, partly borrowed from Russian and partly from Ukrainian legislation.
  Naturally, there will be many presidential candidates; Medvedev's team apparently figured this would be even more advantageous for them! They said the government's electoral mobility would give them an advantage in the first round. And in the second, everyone would support Medvedev. At least, that's what the acting president was counting on. And so it began...
  Anastasia Orlova, this barefoot Cleopatra, declared that it would be Zelensky against a hundred. And that he's Lancelot against the dragon Putin and Medvedev.
  Fierce attacks erupted in the press. Some sided with Zelensky, others with Medvedev.
  The candidate registration period had begun. Russia was in turmoil. Dzhokhar Dudayev's son had appeared in the Caucasus and declared jihad, gaining widespread support in Islamic regions. Many experts suspected the CIA was behind him. Moreover, Trump's presidency was waning, and victories were needed. And Zelenskyy on the Russian throne-a major victory! However, there are skeptics who claim that Zelenskyy could make Russia a great country, far stronger, especially economically, than it was under Putin.
  So opinion was divided in the West, too. A unified Ukrainian-Russian state is, of course, a powerful alliance and no joke. Such a monster could have truly emerged. Naturally, Russian security forces supported the unification. Besides, Anastasia is a tough woman. She, along with a battalion of girls, all of them beauties, barefoot and in bikinis, overthrew and routed Russian special forces. When they finally got around to overthrowing Zelensky's overly ardent supporter,
  The girls showed how fabulous they can fight barefoot and in bikinis! And the Vympel special forces group was routed by hot women. As a result, the decision was made to stay out of Novorossiya, where a pro-Ukrainian leadership came to power.
  Anastasia campaigned for Zelensky. In battle, the girl could throw sharp, thin discs, boomerangs, and grenades with her bare feet. The bikini-clad warriors became legendary. A whole regiment of girls, each one worth an entire division. You'll agree, that's a formidable force!
  Anastasia raced through the snow, her red, bare heels flashing. The girl sang:
  In the vastness of space, believe me, there is a dream,
  She is like a ray of sunshine in the sky...
  In the eyes of Svarog there is peace and purity,
  He will rise for us, like Jesus!
  
  We will give birth to a radiant destiny,
  She will shine like the sun in May...
  But I don"t understand how long the undead can last,
  How evil fate plays with us!
  
  Defend your homeland, knight,
  Let it shine like a star in the sky...
  We protect the vastness of our native land,
  Let the planet become an eternal paradise!
  
  But what can the formidable communism do?
  He will make the flag of the motherland all-powerful...
  And the furious fascism will perish in the ashes,
  We will pierce the enemy with a very strong blow!
  
  Give our Motherland hearts,
  So that they burn with a very bright heat...
  We will go through our battle to the end,
  And we will sweep away the Fuhrer with one blow!
  
  Comrade Stalin replaced the father,
  We are children of very different generations...
  The horde will perish in Gehenna in rage,
  And the genius Lenin will show you the way to Eden!
  
  In Russia, every boy is a giant,
  And girls are trained to fight...
  Lord Almighty, we have One Family,
  We Russians have always known how to fight!
  
  We will achieve everything soon, I believe.
  There is nothing higher in the universe...
  The Komsomol member raised her oar,
  And she hit the Fuhrer on the roof!
  
  There is no more communism, know the ideas,
  They are beautiful and will bring happiness!
  And the Fuhrer is simply a villain,
  Very insidious, very black color!
  
  I am a girl - the greatness of a fighter,
  Barefoot, she rushed boldly through the frost...
  My thick braid is made of gold,
  Made a swift rose!
  
  A billion ideas can arise,
  How to organize the Fatherland in communism...
  If you see a Fritz, hit him hard,
  So that bloody Adolf does not sit on the throne!
  
  Get your fists into the fascists,
  Or better yet, hit them with a sledgehammer...
  Let's ride along the Volga with the breeze,
  We simply don"t mind crushing goats!
  
  We will raise our soldiers for the Motherland,
  The girls rush to attack...
  The beauty aimed the machine gun,
  Hitler will pay a heavy price when he pays back!
  
  No one can defeat the Russians,
  Even if he is a wolf of fascism, he is a seasoned devil...
  But still, the bear is stronger than him,
  Which order builds a new one!
  
  Run for the Motherland, for Stalin,
  The Komsomol girls are rushing along with barefoot steps...
  The fascists were slashed with boiling water,
  Because the Great Russians are the coolest of all!
  
  Proud girls will enter Berlin,
  They will leave footprints of bare feet...
  Above them is a golden-winged cherub,
  And they shine silver like wasp pearls!
  The girl may sing, but how she fights! After all, it was she and four of her companions who saved the militia from complete defeat at Iolaisk.
  Then five girls in bikinis and barefoot entered with a whole army.
  Yes, that was quite a sight.
  Anastasia fired a full-automatic shot, cutting down the enemy line, and then threw several thin disks at once with her bare toes. Their heads were cut off.
  And Anastasia sings:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Natasha also fired, cutting down the enemies, and then squealed as she threw a grenade with her bare foot, knocking down a tank:
  - For Svarog!
  And then golden-haired Zoya takes her turn. She also throws the gift of death with her bare foot and shouts:
  - For the future of Rodnoverie!
  And Aurora will follow them with a vengeance. And with her bare heel she will release the gift of death, shouting:
  - For great frontiers!
  And then Svetlana will do the rest. A burst of fire, then a machine gun, and with her bare toes she'll send destruction down...
  And the bare-legged beauty will scream:
  - For the return of the Romanovs!
  Yes, Anastasia was a fan of restoring the tsarist empire. Indeed, Russia already has a de facto tsar in power. So why not formalize a legitimate monarchy? Especially since the Romanovs carry the blood of many generations of European kings. Is that their lineage? And what about Putin's lineage, and especially Lukashenko's? Who are they to be tsars? But the Romanovs are God's anointed!
  Anastasia and her bikini-clad friends performed many miracles. She fought like a devil. But then she fell out with Putin and sided with Zelensky. Anastasia saw that Ukraine was being wronged, and with a heightened sense of justice, she sided with the weaker party!
  Anastasia and her five-man team repelled an assault on Novoazovsk when they attempted to arrest her as a rebel. An entire column of government forces was cut off and disarmed.
  After which the captives fell on their faces and kissed the bare, dusty feet of Anastasia and the other girls.
  The girl philosophically said to the captured Novorossiya fighters:
  - I don't want to kill you! You are my brothers! And I will become your queen!
  Overall, Novorossiya accepted Anastasia without significant damage or heavy losses. However, a blonde terminator cut off the head of the Donetsk Republic governor and slaughtered his guards, who were mostly Caucasians.
  Anastasia had long been a legend. In Crimea, she performed such miracles that she received the Hero of the Russian Federation award. Without her, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly with her bikini-clad companions. But then Anastasia was stripped of all her Russian awards, including for the murder of Russian special forces soldiers during an attempt to remove them. A criminal case was even opened.
  But they didn't dare start a major war with the de facto independent Novorossiya. Especially since Putin had fallen ill, and without him, no one wanted to take responsibility.
  Especially Medvedev, who is anything but a leader by nature and spirit. But that's precisely what suited Medvedev to the Russian oligarchs and Putin's inner circle-he's easily manipulated.
  Be that as it may, a massive propaganda machine has been launched against Zelensky. They've started accusing him of everything: that he's a drug addict, a thief, that he siphoned off billions through offshore accounts, and that he's generally gay.
  The province started writing. And, of course, witnesses were found, along with all sorts of assurances. Including accusations of homosexuality. Candidate registration had only just begun, and the dirt was already pouring out.
  The number of people willing to take part in the elections, both Ukrainians and especially Russians, turned out to be colossal. Communists and nationalists alike were involved. Unexpectedly, even the aging and ailing Zyuganov showed up to run, despite having already resigned as chairman of the Communist Party of the Russian Federation. Afonin, Udaltsov, and Grudinin also ran. And a whole host of other leftist candidates, little-known but brazen. So many people wanted to run for president! And what about ninety thousand dollars? Is that really such a large sum by Russian standards?
  The applicants were pouring in like tanks. Businessmen, artists, pop stars, and writers. Yes, writers are also active. To promote themselves. And ninety thousand dollars isn't all that much. So, hundreds of applications poured into the Central Election Commission.
  What an election! What a show it was! Even Alla Pugachev ran for president. And why not? She's starting to forget Alka, maybe she'll remind everyone of herself! Yuri Luzhkov, one of the old guys, has made a bid for president. He apparently wanted to make a name for himself, too.
  Well, of course, such a show couldn't have happened without Vladimir Volfovich. But this time, his son, Igor Lebedev, and his right-hand man, Degtyarev, also took part in the elections. They also went to the polls in three columns.
  Nationalists also made a move. Of course, the legendary Demushkin, who had served time in prison, and, interestingly, "Spider," the leader of "Corrosion of Metal," and the head of the rock band "Kolovrat," ran for president, along with many others.
  Well, of course, pop singers have also joined the campaign. Philipp Kirkorov and Nikolai Baskov are among them. They, too, have nothing to lose, really. A fighting guard has been deployed.
  Both Timothy and Vitas, and many others in general, set out on a campaign.
  Of course, it's no coincidence! Medvedev's plan was to nominate a huge number of candidates who would transfer votes to him in the second round. It's an interesting plan, overall. Medvedev's approval ratings are lower than Zelensky's to begin with. And winning without a trick is impossible!
  But Yeltsin, too, had a zero approval rating, yet he managed to beat Zyuganov. True, the latter ran the election like a cripple: deliberately losing!
  And in this case, Medvedev is facing an extraordinary and very talented individual.
  So, a lot is at play here. Zelensky was constantly being slandered on Solovyov's show. Then, though, a girl threw ice cream in Solovyov's face with her bare toes. And gouged out his eye. After that, it became clear that slinging mud at Zelensky wasn't safe! Like, this guy's a Ukrainian eagle!
  Overall, there was no unity in Russian society. Many, many supported Zelensky. They said he truly was a man of young blood and was able to rebuild Ukraine without high oil and gas prices! But what about Medvedev? The country was literally drowning in dollars from oil and gas, and the economy was in complete stagnation. There was no growth, only rising unemployment.
  Medvedev has the highest negative rating of any politician. Although this is precisely what benefits the oligarchs. He's more dependent on them, more controllable. The Russian government has rushed to raise everyone's salaries and pensions. And by a significant amount...
  Moreover, Medvedev even proposed lowering the retirement age by two years. He claimed it was for the good of the people. Amendments were introduced to increase pensions and allow post-retirement work to be counted toward seniority.
  Medvedev didn't forget about government officials either. He wanted them to stand up for him and vote for him. Specifically, public income declarations were abolished, and gifts of up to a thousand dollars were permitted. This, of course, pleased the officials. The same was true for permission to own real estate and bank accounts abroad.
  To win over smokers, the anti-smoking law was significantly relaxed. Alcohol sales were permitted at night, and even gambling was legalized. The latter was welcomed by the oligarchs; after all, why waste such profits and funnel them underground?
  The show "Dolls" is back. They're showing more erotica on television.
  Medvedev also declared an amnesty and even ordered that prisoners be paid relocation allowances. This, too, garnered a significant percentage of votes, including from the prisoners themselves and their families.
  In fact, Medvedev put forward the slogan: more freedom! Indeed, Russia is tired of Putin's despotism. When you can't even see a naked woman on TV!
  And of course there was an attempt to show: life has become freer, life has become more fun!
  Medvedev also lowered alcohol prices and allowed beer advertising on television. Really, why overdo it?
  But war was raging in the Caucasus. After Putin's departure, the mountaineers began demanding even more privileges and rights. And their ambitions only grew. Moreover, Turkey began to exert increasing pressure in the Caucasus, and their ambitions grew, especially since Erdogan, in his view, had received too little in Syria. The situation was further exacerbated by the fall in oil prices, and consequently, gas prices. Venezuela, in fact, had increased production after the overthrow of the Maduro regime. The US and Iran had finally reconciled, and a unified government had been established in Libya.
  Falling oil prices have devastated the Russian ruble, fueled inflation, and undermined increases in wages and pensions.
  And the increasing activity of militants in the Caucasus worked against Medvedev.
  They said he was incapable of preserving Putin's legacy. And that, as often happens, a superstar appointed a weak successor.
  The US, Arab countries, and even Iran fueled separatism in the Caucasus. Meanwhile, disagreements emerged among the security forces. Some still wanted Putin's longtime running mate, Medvedev, to become president! While others were planning to push the far more popular Sergei Shoigu.
  But the latter was not supported by the oligarchs and industrialists. They considered him too leftist, and the billionaires were tired of the dictatorship of a single figure. Everyone wanted a liberal on the throne and reconciliation with the West. Medvedev, waiting until the presidential candidate registration period ended, fired Shoigu. This caused unrest in the army.
  CHAPTER No 2.
  Then Medvedev awarded Shoigu the long-promised rank of marshal and made him an honorary deputy prime minister. Another populist move. But in any case, the election odds were not in the acting president's favor.
  Zelensky, younger, more successful, and more eloquent, was gaining ground. Even after more than two hundred presidential candidates had registered, he maintained an undisputed lead. Medvedev, however, was still fighting for second place. Alla Pugacheva, an unexpected competitor for the runoff, suddenly found herself competing. The aging prima donna, who hadn't performed for a long time and wasn't particularly keen on PR, suddenly jumped in the polls.
  Perhaps this was a reaction to the tiredness of the politicians. Zhirinovsky and Zyuganov, on the contrary, saw their ratings plummet. The people were terribly fed up with both of these politicians. Moreover, younger and more original leaders had emerged in their electoral field.
  Demushkin, who had earned the image of a martyr in prison, made a noticeable improvement. Suraikin still couldn't gain any ratings, but another member of his party, Sergey Kovalev, Russia's top professional boxer, also began to score points.
  Overall, Sergei Kovalev turned out to be an interesting guy. He ran for Moscow mayor and, to everyone's surprise, came in second. He joined the Communist Party of Russia. And his approval ratings also began to rise.
  It should be noted that Sergey Kovalev is a very great boxer - the best among Russians, even surpassing Kostya Tszyu.
  Sergei Kovalev is thus a terminator and has come dangerously close to Medvedev.
  True, most Russian polling agencies inflated the acting president's rating. But the promotion was massive. However, Medvedev wasn't exactly lucky. After Putin, fortune somehow became less favorable. Oil prices continued to fall, the ruble plummeted, and prices soared. The Caucasus was burning more and more intensely. Even Kadyrov's men began fighting on the side of the militants. This was the situation that had arisen. And then the Taliban attacked Russian troops on the border with Tajikistan.
  And as it turned out, Russian troops were unprepared. Medvedev had once again exposed himself. Plus, a scandal involving embezzlement in the Ministry of Defense and the Ministry of Finance came to light. A shadow fell on Medvedev's longtime friends. Doubts also arose about who had stolen hundreds of billions of dollars from Russia. More suspicions. And the media became brazen...
  Zelensky, meanwhile, conducted his election campaign calmly, professionally, like a show. Zhirinovsky, as always, worked more for the government than for himself. Zyuganov was booed and pelted with rotten eggs. Then came more incidents...
  Of course, Ksenia Sobchak was running in the elections, and she couldn't help but throw a pie in Zhirinovsky's face. And she attracted attention. It was quite an epic turn of events.
  Alexander Povetkin also ran in the elections. The Russian boxer struggled for a long time after his loss to Joshua, then fought a couple of bouts against mediocre opponents before breaking down after a more serious one. After retiring, he turned to politics and began creating a nationalist party.
  So far without much success.
  Povetkin, however, punched his opponent in the face during a televised debate. It was a standout move, and it boosted his ratings a bit.
  Overall, the elections were hysterical.
  They held televised debates: they gave people thirty seconds to answer, and what ensued was a squabble. Parties, fights, scandals. A complete farce.
  Medvedev was relentlessly promoted, but his rating barely improved. His advancement to the second round is still in doubt.
  Zelenskyy, however, was running with a significant lead. And no wonder! In just five years, Volodymyr had managed to end unemployment, restore all the factories and plants, and build new ones.
  One of Zelensky's achievements was the development of agriculture and alternative energy sources.
  In Ukraine, in particular, power plants powered by atmospheric pressure differences have emerged. Geothermal power plants are also in place. And much more, including those using ionospheric energy. It so happened that science has turned against oil and gas.
  The emergence of a plant in Ukraine producing synthetic food and supplying it to China caused a real sensation. Meanwhile, Russia has reduced its food exports.
  There were also some Ukrainians who stood out, including Wladimir Klitschko. The celebrated boxer had a difficult career. He returned to the ring, defeating Charr and Tyson Fury. But he lost the third rematch against Joshua, again, but earned a huge amount of money. He then announced his final retirement from boxing.
  But then he returned again. He fought Gassiev in Kyiv and won. Afterward, he fought again and won the regular world title, finally breaking both Foreman's and Joe Louis's records. Afterward, he announced his candidacy for president of a united Russia and Ukraine. And it must be said that among Ukrainians, Wladimir Klitschko is second only to Zelenskyy himself. And despite his advanced age in boxing, Wladimir Klitschko made a mandatory defense during the election campaign against a boxer twenty years his junior. And again, he won by knockout.
  After which Vladimir Klitschko's rating jumped, and he moved closer to Medvedev, receiving a chance to reach the second round.
  Overall, these elections had one clear favorite: Zelensky, and the race for second place was very close. Alla Pugacheva, who briefly edged out Medvedev for second place, began to fade into the background. She didn't really make a splash. And Wladimir Klitschko moved into second place. But his base isn't particularly stable. Sergey Kovalev, who managed to reclaim all four light heavyweight belts after three losses, also fought in the ring and won the championship title again.
  And his rating jumped again. He could have made it to the second round, too. Other Ukrainian boxers, Usyk and Lomachenko, supported Zelenskyy, and the presidents stayed out of it. Although both haven't retired yet. Why should they? Usyk won on points against Joshua and is the undisputed heavyweight champion of the world. Lomachenko bounces between weight classes, and he's getting paid so much that he doesn't even want to retire.
  The US is also in the midst of an election campaign. Donald is leaving after two terms, and he's not exactly healthy enough to run for a third. Young men are running for president. The Democrats have a very attractive governor, about thirty-nine years old-probably the youngest lady among the presidential candidates. The Republicans also have young generals, heroes of the war against Iran.
  The generation of politicians in the United States has changed.
  In Russia, Putin might have been able to defeat Zelensky, but he clearly burned out. Overwork took its toll! What he wanted-he overestimated his strength and didn't trust his entourage. Or perhaps they even poisoned him. After Nazarbayev's departure, a different wave of democratization hit the CIS. Kazakhstan became a parliamentary republic. In Belarus, Lukashenko somehow disappeared suspiciously. And the president, too, became a figurehead.
  Another wave has begun. Now, even in Turkey, parliament has risen up against Erdogan. The pendulum has swung in the other direction.
  Zelenskyy did change the constitution in favor of greater autocracy, but the West still sees him as one of its own! And referendums are held regularly. And there's real freedom of speech.
  In any case, Zelenskyy has no particular problems winning the second round. Medvedev will likely make it to the second round - administrative leverage can overcome low popularity and a less-than-successful administration. Many have also noted the similarities with the Ukrainian elections - multiple presidential candidates, Zelenskyy's leadership, the government's low approval ratings, and high anti-ratings.
  Whether Zelensky could have defeated Putin remains to be seen, but Medvedev clearly wasn't cut out for the role of national leader. And democracy was already playing against the government.
  Medvedev couldn't quite get into the fight. He doesn't have the personality for it. He's not a real fighter!
  But here's the problem with all autocracies: the successors aren't very good! Usually, the dictator would install a weakling after himself-to prevent him from being overthrown! Like, for example, Nazarbayev's successor was restricted in his power. And he doesn't even object-he's a softy!
  In any case, Vladimir Zelensky came to power from the opposition, and is not a weakling.
  It must be said that Putin, too, was considered spineless and weak, which is why he was installed as president after the loudmouth Yeltsin. But as it turns out, there are devils in the quiet swamp!
  And then it turned out the swamp wasn't so quiet after all. But Medvedev, it seems, isn't a wolf in sheep's clothing, but a genuine sheep. And he can't muster the strength.
  Zhirinovsky insulted Zelensky with obscenities and was fined. Several dozen presidential candidates withdrew in favor of Medvedev, but it achieved almost nothing. Among the prominent ones who withdrew was boxer Denis Lebedev. He was, in fact, technically running. There were also businessmen and minor cultural figures. Of the writers, only Sergei Lukyanenko withdrew in favor of Medvedev. The rest were just looking for publicity. And everyone was hoping for success.
  Medvedev's numbers have improved only slightly. But there was hope that the army, prison, and police would vote as ordered. Plus, there was voter bribery. And, of course, early voting. There's every chance of success here, too.
  Yes, this is precisely what prompted the authorities to become more active. They give us early voting. And then, of course, there's fraud. And the desire to vote with your heart.
  Unlike the 1996 elections, Medvedev failed to boost his ratings. Yeltsin, too, had some luck. In particular, Dzhokhar Dudayev died by accident. What a bummer, not taking the usual precautions during the call. Had it happened a little earlier, they wouldn't have had time to strike. And a little later, they would have only hit the antenna, while Dzhokhar himself would have been at a safe distance. That's the kind of luck one can have in war and in propaganda.
  And now Dudayev can't be finished off. And Raduyev, who was so foolishly caught on the eve of the Russian presidential election, is gone. And Dudayev Jr. has absolutely no desire to die during the election. And, in general, it seems the triumvirate of successors-Yeltsin, Putin, Medvedev-is being broken...
  The attempts to bribe voters leaked and caused an additional scandal. The Patriarch refused to support anyone, reasoning: "Render to God what is God's, and to Caesar what is Caesar's." In fact, things were somehow simpler under Yeltsin. And for some reason, the Orthodox Church sided with Yeltsin, who seemed completely hopeless. So did industrial circles.
  And now Russian oligarchs have started flirting with Zelensky. Apparently, Medvedev can't get a boost.
  And the media's mood began to change. Zelensky was increasingly praised. Now even Zhirinovsky began to say that his namesake was truly a diamond in the rough.
  Medvedev again doubled wages and pensions. But he also completely collapsed the ruble. And inflation soared. Tariffs also soared.
  He even had to ask for a loan from the IMF. Meanwhile, oil and gas prices are getting cheaper and cheaper.
  Iran, Venezuela, Libya, and Saudi Arabia are all increasing exports. And the US has even introduced a new method for shale production. Costs have dropped sharply.
  And then there's the economic downturn and unrest in China. Well, it's clear-they're fed up with the Communist Party's dominance. And the Chinese want freedom and a multi-party system!
  There's been a slight change of power in India. There was an attempted coup and the establishment of a dictatorship.
  Tensions in the Caucasus have sharply escalated. Unrest has also erupted in Siberia. Separatists, in particular, have gained strength.
  In Britain, the Renewal Party won the elections, albeit in coalition with Labour. Queen Elizabeth is still alive, but has promised to step down on her centenary, after which a referendum will be held abolishing the monarchy and establishing the office of President of Britain.
  France is in turmoil. Instead of Macron, Mary Lipin won, and there was an attempt to establish a dictatorship. But the French themselves don't know what they want; they staged a new Maidan. And one on an unprecedented scale. And Mary was forced to abandon her radical plans to expel Arabs and others. Then, even more drastically, the Supreme Court annulled the presidential election, and Mary was arrested.
  Snap elections have also been announced in France. So, as always, chaos reigns everywhere.
  In Belarus, having had enough of Lukashenko's tyranny, they held a referendum and abolished the presidency altogether. The republic became a parliamentary republic, and the new prime minister announced that joining Russia was even possible. But only after the presidential election. Zelensky is very popular in Belarus.
  Relations between the president and parliament in Kazakhstan have deteriorated. Impeachment was threatened. A quick agreement was reached, but the head of state's power was further curtailed.
  Medvedev grew increasingly nervous. The elections were approaching, and Zelenskyy's approval ratings were several times higher. True, he wouldn't win in the first round, but either way, Medvedev was faking it. The only plan was to cheat or knock him out.
  A secret council was held. Russia's billionaires gathered.
  Medvedev stated directly:
  - Do you want a Ukrainian outsider to gain the enormous power of the president of the empire?
  Deribasko logically noted:
  "Whether we like it or not, we have to get along with any government! Zelensky isn't a communist, and... He's not Zyuganov, who wouldn't suit us under any circumstances!"
  Medvedev stated dryly:
  - Income tax in Ukraine is much higher than in Russia!
  Roman Abramovich chuckled and remarked:
  - And who knows and counts our incomes! Besides, they recently reduced them and almost equaled ours!
  Prokhorov replied with a smile:
  - The authorities are changing. We are staying! What advice can you give?
  Medvedev croaked in rage:
  - I don"t believe that Yeltsin won fairly!
  Deribasko replied coldly:
  If Yeltsin's opponent hadn't been Zyuganov, Borik would have had little chance. But people still remembered the "joys" of communist rule all too well. Namely: empty shelves, ration cards, coupons, business cards, long lines, a salary of five dollars a month. Of course, no one wanted a return to those hellish times. Especially to lose the spectacle, the political shows, the sex films, and so much more. The people wanted freedom. And they voted not for Yeltsin, but against Scarecrow Zyuganov. And you can't scare the people with Zelensky. Unlike Putin, he won't shut down the "Kukly" show, and he won't put the people on ration cards. 1996, after all, will never be repeated. Yeltsin stole five or six percent, but won by a margin of thirteen! So, almost fair!
  And Zelensky is running with such a lead that you won"t beat him!
  Medvedev yelled:
  - They screwed me over! They conspired!
  Roman Abramov noted:
  - At least they'll lift all the sanctions against us! And you, Bear... You've already earned your pension!
  Medvedev hissed:
  - You will burn in hell!
  Prokhorov logically noted:
  - There is no hell! There is only a scarecrow, for collecting money!
  Medvedev asked in confusion:
  - Really? What, there is no God?
  Prokhorov smiled and replied:
  -And what kind of God? They imagine him in different ways!
  Roman Abramovich proposed:
  - Maybe we can create a new faith! Whoever is rich, God loves him! Whoever is richest, the Almighty loves him most of all!
  Medvedev nodded:
  - Logical! But what will the people say?
  Roman Abramovich chuckled:
  - People can be educated!
  Medvedev gurgled:
  - I hope we remain friends!
  After which he left the hall...
  The world continued to rage with a kaleidoscope of events. Vitali Klitschko also returned to the ring and fought at a stadium in Kyiv. He fought Michael Tyson. Two old men, very famous and popular. Well, they raised a lot of money. Michael Tyson, of course, agreed to the fight, as he was practically penniless.
  Even though the younger and, most importantly, much better-shaped Vitali Klitschko literally beat him, Wladimir Klitschko declared that he still wants to win the undisputed world champion title and fight Usyk. After that, he'll break all records by becoming the oldest undisputed world champion... And then he can rest easy. What else is there to beat? He's already beaten Joe Louis, beaten Foreman, and won the heavyweight world title four times.
  Vitali Klitschko earned big money from the fight, replenished his coffers and fame, and had a relatively easy fight.
  Zelensky awarded Vitali Klitschko the golden Order of Ilya Muromets, earning him further sympathy.
  Boxers have become popular in the world of politics. Floyd Maweather has become a candidate for US president. Formally an independent. And with decent approval ratings. And what's more, he's a billionaire, an undefeated boxer, and a black man. What's not to like?
  Floyd Maweather supported Zelenskyy in the presidential election and promised friendship.
  Floyd wanted a rematch with Pacquio, and a lot of money was raised for it.
  Medvedev was clearly losing ground. To create a bit of a sensation, he appointed Anatoly Kashpirovsky as Minister of Health, holding the rank of Deputy Prime Minister. While a strong move, it wasn't enough. Incidentally, Anatoly Kashpirovsky became the oldest minister and deputy prime minister in Russian history. A record-breaker indeed! Dmitry Medvedev also awarded the Queen of England the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called and even bestowed a Hero's Star on Shoigu. And then he stripped Gorbachev of his highest order. Which, in short, isn't all that impressive.
  And he even reinstated Beria to the rank of Marshal. Perhaps to attract
  He brought the Stalinists over to his side. And he posthumously awarded Boris Nemtsov the Order of Merit for the Fatherland, First Class. Then, he renamed Volgograd by decree to Stalingrad. Also flirting with the Stalinists. But also with the liberals. He posthumously awarded Novodvorsky the title of Hero of Russia and... Stalin!
  Posthumously, Medvedev also awarded the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called to Yuri Gagarin and restored the Order of Victory to Leonid Ilya Brezhnev. Unexpectedly, Medvedev also awarded the gold star of the Hero of Russia to Garry Kasparov.
  This is also flirting with liberals. And with communists. Both yours and ours.
  Medvedev also presented the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called to Pope Francis I.
  These are also very generous gifts from the "great ruler"! Furthermore, Medvedev unexpectedly lowered the retirement age again, for both men and women, to fifty-five. This was a sensation. And he increased pensions again.
  What don't you do on the eve of elections?
  Furthermore, the acting president promoted Vladimir Zhirinovsky to the rank of lieutenant general. He supposedly received a 'hands-on' reward for his loyal service. And his son, Igor Lebedev, was unexpectedly appointed Minister of Foreign Affairs, replacing the old and unpopular Lavrov.
  Medvedev also offered Demushkin the post of Minister of Internal Affairs, but the influential nationalist declined. Among the new appointments, the sensational appointment of Ksenia Sobchak as Minister of Culture. Seeing her low approval ratings, Sobchak accepted. But she also demanded the post of Deputy Prime Minister, which Medvedev agreed to.
  Yavlinsky also participated in the elections, but became very ill and withdrew due to health reasons.
  The acting president also awarded him the Hero of Russia star.
  Mikhail Kasyanov received the Order of Merit for the Fatherland, First Class, and the position of Honorary Economic Advisor. For this, he withdrew his vote in favor of Medvedev. But these are mere fractions of a percent.
  Sergei Kovalev was offered the post of Minister of Sports, but he thought it was not enough.
  A conflict arose with the chairman of the Constitutional Court. Zorkin finally resigned. But who should be given the post? Preferably a woman! And they suggested Alla Pugacheva.
  But the famous singer declined, citing it wasn't her thing. Medvedev still awarded her the Hero of Russia star, though Alla declined to appear on his behalf.
  But who will be the chairman of the Constitutional Court? The position is up in the air. Shoigu also declined - it's not his specialty!
  Dima Bilan unexpectedly agreed. Although, of course, it's not a given that it's his specialty! And of course, being a singer is more profitable and much more fun than being the chairman of the Constitutional Court.
  Medvedev, in any case, quickly seized on this and presented him with the Hero of Russia star.
  Dima Bilan, however, said it was just a joke. However, to general approval, Lyudmila Putina was appointed chairperson of the Constitutional Court. It was a strong move, given Putin's popularity in Russia, but somewhat belated, and it couldn't save Medvedev.
  Although titanic efforts were made, prices were rising, the ruble was falling, the Taliban were advancing in Tajikistan, and there was nothing to convince voters of.
  At the last minute, Gennady Zyuganov was appointed First Deputy Prime Minister, overseeing social affairs. But that was a dead end.
  And Zyuganov himself has already completely lost his electorate.
  Degtyarev, also a presidential candidate from the Liberal Democratic Party of Russia, was appointed Prosecutor General on the eve of the vote.
  Medvedev was active and searching for new paths. One of his most impressive campaign moves was awarding a special gold medal named after Zhukov to all veterans of the Great Patriotic War. And a million Russian rubles to boot. But there are very few veterans of the Great Patriotic War left.
  Medvedev also awarded the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called to Tereshkova. While the opportunity remains, why not give it? Anatoly Karpov could also be awarded the Hero of Russia title. He's a great chess player, after all! And Alekhine, Botvinnik, Tal, Spassky, and Tigran-he'll posthumously present awards-that's quite nice!
  Hero of Russia stars are awesome!
  It's nice to give out awards and hand out medals. And what if we also establish an order named after Putin? Four different degrees: fourth - bronze, third - silver, second - gold, first - gold with diamonds!
  This is what kind of inventor Medvedev is.
  However, this isn't enough. Zelenskyy is also establishing new orders. The Order of Taras Shevchenko, for example. Or Taras Bulba! Or Gogol! And why bother with trifles? And the Order of Kozhedub! This is a strong move by Zelenskyy to please the left. Of course, Zelenskyy is not a communist, or even a leftist. So he could have had problems. But the communists in Russia have been without a leader.
  And what about Andrei Navalny? Everyone seems to have forgotten about him. Didn't he really run for president? But Andrei Navalny has been part of Zelenskyy's team for a long time and has already done a lot to fight corruption in Ukraine.
  So no one has died yet! And the process of merging the two fraternal nations and the joint election of a national leader is underway.
  Andrey Navalny will also wash Zelensky... He is, as usual, in good shape.
  And he acts energetically with frenzied pressure.
  And all this in a very subtle way, so as not to scare off voters. Not Trump's style at all.
  And new times are dawning in the world-safer and more peaceful. Democratic and secular reforms are beginning in Saudi Arabia, and religious extremism is generally weakening. Indeed, many might read online about the contradictions between the Quran and science and wonder: why are they doing this? What grounds are there for considering the Quran, and indeed the Bible, the word of God?
  When people start thinking and asking questions, they're less reckless. Indeed, why does the century arise? Rather, from the fear of death! And so few people are afraid of dying until they get sick!
  Ahead of the elections, Medvedev increased sick leave benefits and disability benefits. Tank production was also increased...
  To prove himself a patriot, Medvedev significantly raised the bar on military spending. The "Bear" tank, the heaviest of the monsters, weighing over a hundred tons and powered by a nuclear reactor, was put into mass production.
  The "Bear" project was developed under Putin, on his personal orders. The idea was to create a monstrous tank designed to intimidate. The vehicle turned out to be quite heavy and expensive, with multi-layered armor and two rocket launchers.
  The unique feature of the vehicle was its speed of over one hundred kilometers per hour, with a weight of one hundred and fifty tons, and a colossal cruising range thanks to the nuclear reactor.
  However, another unfortunate incident occurred during the run: a track burst. And once again, the impression was ruined. Medvedev was literally ridiculed.
  And then there was this episode involving the acting president-you couldn't make this up. When Medvedev tried to knock down a tree in front of the lumberjacks, it fell right on the holiday table with food. So the hapless interim head of Russia was disgraced again.
  Medvedev really had bad luck. Fortune is so capricious: it rewards one and offends another. For example, Nicholas II wasn't all that bad, but he was truly offended by higher powers. And so it was with Medvedev, a generally intelligent man, that everything literally fell through the cracks.
  Attempts to do something were met with resistance and something stubborn.
  Medvedev seemed to be twitching in the frying pan. And then other problems arose. The acting prime minister was also caught up in a corruption scandal.
  And of course, Andrei Navalny was involved. That guy always gets in!
  He uncovered such damning dirt on Medvedev and his entourage-the scandal was devastating. In short, both Navalny and those caught in his crushing blow became famous.
  And Medvedev was forced to justify himself and wipe away the spit. And what didn't he end up with? This wasn't an election, it was a complete disaster.
  On election day, Medvedev arrived under guard. It was clear he was gloomy and unsure. His hands shook as he took the ballot. In his final order, the acting president tripled the salaries of military and police officers. And quintupled their pensions!
  Anastasia Orlova, however, wittily poked fun at the contender for the role of dictator:
  - It's too prickly to sit on bayonets! That's why he puts a money cushion under it!
  Afterwards, the terminator girl took it and showed a fig using her bare toes.
  Anastasia is certainly a woman who doesn't mince words. Witty, strong, cool, charismatic.
  And so many guys fell in love with her. Anastasia is a very spirited blonde, and she doesn't go to bed without choosing a new man for the night. Of course, she chooses the handsome, athletic, muscular men, sometimes even very young ones. But they're always different. Apparently, she needs to recharge her batteries. And no one considers this formidable warrior a slut.
  On the contrary, for such a strong and muscular woman, it seems very cool.
  Anastasia also voted, taking the ballot with her bare toes-it's a whole roll of it, hard to find a name-and she cast her ballot without any preconceptions. Well, it's clear who she voted for!
  After which she showed a big fig with her bare toes!
  Volodymyr Zelenskyy arrived to vote on a bicycle. He jumped around and spun around. As always, he's feisty and spirited. A true Napoleon Bonaparte.
  And of course, he voted briskly, as expected.
  Vladimir Klitschko never withdrew from the election. He also voted for himself and shook his fist at Medvedev.
  Nikolai Valuev received the Hero of Russia award from Medvedev and the post of Minister of Internal Affairs at the very last minute. He barely managed to withdraw, although he refused to say who he voted for.
  Many people voted here: Alla Pugacheva and Suraykin...
  Zhirinovsky, of course, couldn't help but make his mark. He tore up a portrait of Vladimir Zelensky right at the polling station and promised to have him shot if he came to power.
  Dima Bilan sang during the voting:
  "Everything impossible is possible, I know for sure! Bilan will be chosen, he is a pure knight!"
  Then other stars appeared.
  Garry Kasparov announced that the government is changing and that Medvedev will leave and with him the Putin era will finally end.
  At the same time, the former world champion said he was open to resuming his chess career and breaking Steinitz's age record. He also said that Russia would soon have a worthy and democratic leader, and the era of the tsars would be a thing of the past.
  And that Garry Kasparov invented his own chess, which will soon gain popularity throughout the world.
  And he demonstrated a hundred-square board. New pieces had appeared. Two jesters: one next to the king and one next to the queen. The jester moves like a queen but captures only like a knight. And two archers on the edge instead of pawns. The archers move like pawns, but they can capture diagonally across two squares. True, because they're on the very edge of the board, their value is somewhat reduced. But they can also be promoted to any piece.
  Garry Kasparov's chess has undoubtedly attracted the attention of people and journalists.
  Navalny promised that Kasparov would definitely become a minister.
  Anatoly Karpov also voted. But he's already an old former champion, so he promised only to offer advice. He also said that big changes were likely coming. And that tomorrow would be better than yesterday!
  Medvedev announced on election day that the minimum vacation period in Russia would be increased to thirty working days, and that all women who gave birth to ten or more children would receive an award from him: the Hero of the Russian Federation star.
  A new populist move, and quite a powerful one, it must be said. But it's far too late. Especially on election day, it's clear this is just a publicity stunt.
  Medvedev was clearly losing ground... Everyone was getting tired of his unchanging power.
  The people wanted to break away from Putin's rut, and the thirst for change was ripe. Plus, Medvedev's apparent inability to be a strong personality became obvious.
  Zelensky, scoring points and acting without unnecessary populism and promises, confidently moved forward.
  The exit polls showed him as the clear favorite. Whether Medvedev will make it to the second round, however, remains to be seen! Vladimir Klitschko, Sergey Kovalev, and Grudinin could still challenge him for the spot.
  Zyuganov voted last. The old, ailing former chairman of the Communist Party of the Russian Federation scribbled a line under Grudin's name and sighed. It's no small burden to become Russia's first deputy prime minister at nearly eighty years old. Did he really need it?
  And Zyuganov, breathing heavily, wheezed:
  We will go into battle again,
  For the power of the Soviets...
  And as one we will die -
  Fight for it!
  And he staggered out of the cabin. No, he would resign in the near future.
  The time was approaching, and the first data on the presidential election was about to begin coming in. Russia stood on the threshold of enormous change. In Belarus, too, rallies and demands for union with Russia were taking place. Everything was becoming increasingly violent and exciting.
  Voter turnout in the Russian presidential election reached a record high in the history of alternative elections, reaching almost ninety percent.
  And just now they announced that the ballot boxes have been opened and the counting of votes from the Far East has begun.
  CHAPTER No 3.
  The results of the first round began trickling in from the Far East. As all the polls had predicted, Zelenskyy was confidently leading. Medvedev wasn't even in second place yet. Grudinin and Wladimir Klitschko were vying for second place. There were about two hundred other candidates on the list, so they scattered the votes. However, Zelenskyy had almost 50% of the votes in Siberia and could even count on winning in the first round.
  Medvedev spoke out in a heated tone:
  - We wanted the best, but voted for fun!
  Zelensky was laconic:
  - Truth has won!
  The election results were constantly changing, but Zelenskyy's lead remained strong. Grudinin and Klitschko, however, slipped slightly. Medvedev eventually moved into second place, albeit with a more than three-fold lead. The acting president earned the most in Chechnya, the army, and pretrial detention. Well, that's understandable. Especially in pretrial detention. It's harder to track the vote count there.
  Medvedev, however, released many prisoners and the increase was not as significant as he had expected.
  But with great difficulty, they managed to advance to the second round. Although Zelenskyy took almost 40 percent overall, Medvedev barely garnered 13 percent. And that was coupled with vote-buying and irregularities. Dmitry Anatolyevich turned out to be a weakling. Wladimir Klitschko came in third. A minor surprise, Grudinin came in fourth. Dima Bilan, who also unexpectedly made it in fifth, came in sixth. Sergey Kovalev came in sixth, despite his high ratings. Zhirinovsky didn't even make it into the top ten this time. However, Medvedev immediately awarded him the rank of colonel general for his faithful service and the Hero of Russia award.
  Such a consolation prize for his faithful servant. Dima Bilan also received the Hero of Russia star and the Order of Merit for the Fatherland, First Class.
  But Dima said he still wouldn't support Medvedev. His position on Zelenskyy, however, is also unclear. Only Wladimir Klitschko openly called for Zelenskaya's support. Moreover, the boxer stated he would fight the 2020 Olympic champion in Moscow. He also claimed the age difference didn't bother him, saying he was stronger and more motivated than ever.
  Medvedev, however, presented the Hero of Russia star to both Vladimir Klitschko and Vitali Klitschko. He said, "He's a fair man." You brothers have done a lot for boxing, especially Vladimir.
  Vitaly said the worst thing about the Maidan was that it kept him from breaking Holmes's record. But he had every chance!
  And suddenly, Vitaly wanted to meet Gassiev in Kyiv. This caused quite a stir. Why not give it a try?
  Sergey Kovalev also wanted to continue his career, recalling that Hoppins had defeated world champions and unified titles even when he was older. He also noted that he had no plans to work for either Zelesky or Medvedev's government for now. Instead, he wanted to fight.
  The guys were indeed motivated. Among the other boxers, Dima Bivol expressed a desire to fight Kovalev.
  Medvedev negotiated with Grudin, promising him the moon. Grudinin wanted nothing less than the prime minister's post. Unexpectedly, the aging Zyuganov supported Medvedev and called on Grudinin to join the acting president's team. But then problems arose and a split arose within the Communist Party, which disliked both candidates.
  But Sergei Udaltsov spoke in Zelensky's favor. He said, "Between two evils, we have to choose the one we haven't seen yet!"
  Nikolai Valuev proposed an alliance between Zelensky and Medvedev: Zelensky as president and Medvedev as prime minister. The oligarchs liked it! They even reminded them of the unspoken clause of the alliance: that prime ministers and presidents would be different from each other in their respective countries.
  And since Zelensky wins the presidential election, a Russian representative should become prime minister. Medvedev will still be in the second round.
  Zelensky, however, stated that the prime minister would be from Russia, but not Medvedev! Because Russians are fed up with his management. And what's needed is someone more capable in economics and with a track record of success, not Medvedev's failures!
  Opinion polls showed that the majority of Russians did not want Medvedev as prime minister. More precisely, almost 90 percent were against it.
  Rogozin unexpectedly returned from political oblivion and was considered a potential prime minister. Many Russians also wanted Andrei Navalny as their prime minister.
  So the wheel of history spun faster and faster.
  Globally, the West, of course, supported Zelensky, while China remained neutral. Most countries also supported Zelensky, considered a democrat and pro-Westerner. Medvedev, however, was Putin's partner for so long. There was even talk of a tandem between the two leaders. And it's clear that Medvedev isn't as warm and fuzzy as he pretends. There are elections in the US, too. A race between a young Republican and a young Democratic woman. And the odds are 50-50. In China, too, change is possible: Xi has developed health problems. And there seems to be a chance that a more democratic leader will succeed him.
  The Chinese oligarchy generally wants more freedom and democracy, but the people are starved for fun. What kind of elections are they when the outcome is predetermined?
  The fashion for dictatorship began to fade. Everyone wanted something more than just being cogs in the machine.
  Zelensky represented something new and change, and successful change at that. And in Russia, this was perceived positively. People didn't want prisons, camps, or widespread fear.
  A generation had passed, and everyone wanted change. Even in Cuba, where the hated Castro regime was faltering, even though it was under a different name. In North Korea, there was also a thirst for change. Moreover, Koreans often said: "Monarchy is not for communism!" And that the fat dictator must go!
  The desire for change was growing globally, and Zelensky was riding this wave. And he was making progress!
  And in North Korea, a protest demonstration took place, which the dictatorial regime gunned down with automatic weapons. This became yet another indicator of the barbarity reigning on the continent.
  Trump declared that the United States could solve the problem of this dictatorship by force. And that a nuclear bomb wouldn't frighten them. Trump went on to say that the United States was already testing weapons of such magnitude that no thermonuclear warheads would be a threat.
  But Trump's time was running out. He was already the oldest president. And after Carter's death, he even became the oldest, even among former presidents. Wow! Fortune favors the young! If Trump had faced a younger woman, it's unlikely he would have beaten her at all!
  Apparently, the law of karma dictates: good luck to the young! Even if Ronald Reagan was an exception to the rule!
  And the relatively young Gorbachev turned out to be a failure. Let no one even say that Mikhail Sergeyevich was wrong? He was the first Soviet leader to speak human language. And yet he was misunderstood by the people! Or perhaps not even by the people, but by the elite!
  Oh, such luck! Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin has had so much good fortune, but how much has he actually achieved?
  If Nicholas II had had a little more luck-for example, if Admiral Makarov had survived-how great and powerful Russia would have been. China would have become Yellow Russia, and the whole world would have been subjugated!
  And so they took only Crimea and got drawn into confrontation with the whole world!
  And Nicholas II, as a subtle diplomat, managed to negotiate Constantinople and Asia Minor with his allies.
  Well, okay, now the phenomenal Zelensky is becoming more active. And the second election is approaching.
  There's growing jubilation and optimism in Ukraine. Medvedev naturally suggested televised debates. Although it's of little use. The acting Russian president's position isn't particularly strong. And there's nothing to boast about. Not in the economy, not in politics, and not in the war. The situation in the Caucasus has even worsened. And nothing can be done. Neither force nor diplomacy is working. Relations with Medvedev's entourage are becoming increasingly hostile. No one takes the Tsar seriously here anymore. Even though the Tsar is still on the throne.
  The oligarchs, by and large, aren't against Zelensky. Only the security forces, or at least some of them, are unhappy!
  Medvedev secretly convened the Security Council. The discussion turned to the question of canceling the second round. For example, weren't there violations? Of course there were! And they could find fault with that and overturn the election results. And why bother confirming it through the Supreme Court? The idea seemed perfectly reasonable.
  Dmitry Anatolyevich Medvedev recalled that in May 1999, Yeltsin discussed a plan for a military coup and the dissolution of the State Duma!
  And that almost happened. True, even then, the security forces were divided. Some argued that a softer option would be better: the Supreme Court would dismiss the impeachment proceedings due to the lack of a law on the removal of the Russian president. And by the time this law was passed-it's constitutional-two-thirds of Parliament and three-quarters of the Federation Council would need to be assembled. Then the Duma's mandate would expire, and then the president's as well.
  The security forces did promise to work with the Supreme Court and resolve the issue peacefully. Yeltsin wasn't exactly keen on launching a military coup with a two-percent approval rating and five heart attacks. He didn't have the strength, nor the support. Especially since in 1993, there was some popular support for that course. But by 1999, it was gone. And it couldn't have been, given the results.
  So, if the impeachment process had gone ahead, it would most likely have ended without gunfire.
  Medvedev appealed to the Supreme Court to have the elections declared invalid.
  But then, of course, the judges began to object. They said that even if the elections were annulled, they would still have to hold a re-election. And Medvedev's chances would only diminish. And public unrest would ensue.
  So, Dmitry, you better accept that Zelensky will become Russia's president. And try to find your place.
  Moreover, many said that this clown would never succeed in Ukraine. But, boy, did it work! And there's no point in making a mountain out of a molehill.
  Medvedev, after conferring with the judges and security officials, made a decision: he'll still go to the polls. And hold a second round. And then we'll see what happens. Maybe a miracle will happen after all. But if not? They won't put him in jail, will they?
  The billionaires' assembly also expressed their opinion that they are not against democracy. And that Zelensky is not a leftist and suits them. And further, that all Western sanctions will finally be lifted and Russia will finally return to the global community.
  Now all that remained was to hold televised debates. Zelenskyy agreed, but only at Luzhniki Stadium. Naturally, this was accepted. It was very reminiscent of the stage already passed with Poroshenko. Moreover, the difference in the first round was even greater. And Medvedev's negative ratings were colossal.
  But televised debates are like a drowning man clutching at straws. The final meeting is on Friday, and the elections are on Sunday.
  Medvedev, in general, was prepared. But the facts were not on his side. And Poroshenko's experience showed that rhetoric alone couldn't overcome the facts. Just as they failed to defeat Mayor Luzhkov, the only time in Moscow's history when the central television channels worked against the incumbent mayor.
  But propaganda couldn't outweigh the Moscow mayor's economic achievements. And it wasn't like they were going to vote for Kiriyenko, the author of the default! And yet, he was the one they were promoting the most. They steered perhaps the most unsuccessful candidate against the economic leader.
  However, Russian media now focused more on Zelensky. No one believed in Medvedev. Even the Supreme Court refused to hear the case to annul the elections.
  By the time the matter was over, the stadium was packed to the brim. Literally overflowing.
  And it was clear that a serious controversy was coming. However, it was clear from Medvedev's face that he had almost resigned himself to defeat. But the final move had to be made.
  On the eve of the debates, Medvedev appointed Vladimir Zhirinovsky as Minister of Internal Affairs. It was a final act of desperation. But Zhirinovsky, knowing that over 80 percent of voters were ready to vote for Zelensky, wasn't at all eager to quarrel with the future head of state. Although, of course, he understood that he was unlikely to find a place on Zelensky's team.
  Yes, Vladimir Volfovich is old. However, Anatoly Kashpirovsky, the Minister of Health and Deputy Prime Minister, is even older. But he's also not particularly eager to campaign for Medvedev. However, he does have a chance of staying on the team. His age is advanced, which means experience. And his physical fitness is actually quite good.
  It is no wonder that Kashpirovsky is a phenomenon.
  The stadium debate began with greetings and witty remarks. But Zelensky looked fresher, more confident, more persuasive, and more professional.
  Medvedev was extremely nervous and started shouting. He couldn't seem convincing. And things are pretty dire in the country. The people clearly support Zelensky. Things are so tense here.
  Zelensky's every word is met with applause, while Medvedev is booed. In other words, there's a real breakdown in the debate.
  Medvedev twitches and says:
  - I have experience!
  Zelenskyy replies with a smile:
  - With such experience, you can only become a janitor!
  Medvedev responded:
  - Putin and I took Crimea!
  Zelensky responded wittily:
  - A thief's grip and short arms!
  And so the debate continued, but Zelensky was clearly winning. He was far wittier and more persuasive than Medvedev, and the audience rejoiced.
  Immediately after the televised debates, the acting Russian president issued a decree raising salaries fivefold and pensions sevenfold! But it already looked like a joke.
  The people just laughed at Medvedev. Although it was clear that they were doing even worse on the eve of the elections!
  Medvedev also decided to award the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called to both Stalin and Lenin. This decision was, it must be said, quite wise, but belated. Dmitry Medvedev clearly wanted to win over the communists, and especially the Stalinists. But at the same time, he went ahead and awarded the hero's star to Tukhachevsky. This was also an unusual move and an attempt to court the liberals.
  Medvedev actually tried to please both sides. He awarded the Patriarch, the Pope, and the leaders of Christian denominations. Protestants, first and foremost. Even Jehovah's Witnesses' rights were restored, but it was of little use. They're banned from voting anyway, and the organization is on its last legs!
  Medvedev awarded both muftis and lamas. He tried to win everyone over. The shower of medals and orders was extraordinary. The acting president also presented each State Duma deputy with a million-dollar bonus. However, this served more to repel than attract the public.
  Medvedev then attempted to establish several new orders: the Order of Peter the Great, the Order of Ivan the Terrible, the Order of Alexander the Liberator, the Order of Nicholas II, and the Order of Brusilov. The Orders of Lenin and Stalin were also restored.
  Medvedev was trying to attract a diverse electorate in this way. And he was acting on the principle: "Both yours and ours!" But in this case, his omnivorousness bred public mistrust-he was seen as a political prostitute. People seemed to have forgotten that Putin, too, had courted both the left and the right. And he, too, tried to be omnivorous.
  However, what is permitted to Jupiter is forbidden to the bull! From the very beginning, despite his reputation as the successor to the hated Yeltsin, Putin enjoyed the sympathy of both the people and the elite. Even the Communists were afraid to oppose him, and voted for his confirmation as prime minister without a fight or a bargain.
  Medvedev, however, was never particularly popular. Apparently, he was too intellectual and overshadowed by Putin. No one perceived him as a real fighter or ruler. In fact, after Putin, any successor seemed like a political dwarf and somehow out of place. Zelensky, on the other hand, was perceived as charismatic, like a fairytale prince. And no longer a pig in a poke, but a successful ruler who pulled Ukraine out of a swamp, or rather, out of a hole.
  Of course, Ukraine suffered primarily because of the severing of ties with Russia. And Poroshenko may not be entirely to blame here. If something similar had happened in Belarus, it would have been a complete disaster. In terms of professionalism, the Ukrainian government is strong! In Belarus, on the contrary, there are only sycophants and bootlickers. Putin's team occasionally featured strong personalities, like Rogozin or Tkachev, but they were quickly removed.
  Medvedev, in any case, was a man who did not seem to be a natural-born ruler, and therefore this tsar was not entirely genuine and suitable for the court.
  In some ways, he was reminiscent of Gorbachev, who was beloved by ordinary people in the West but disliked by his own. Of course, Gorbachev was partly disliked because of his fight against alcoholism. Alcoholics and drinkers, understandably, didn't forgive the vodka shortage. Wine riots ensued. And then cigarettes disappeared, too.
  No, Gorbachev was clearly disliked for more than just his bald head. Medvedev, as prime minister, proved himself a very weak economist. And even without Zelensky, he would have had trouble getting re-elected.
  Once Putin pulled Medvedev by the ears.
  But now Putin is out of the game - he's ruined his health from manually steering and overexerting himself with hockey. But was it really necessary to take to the ice at such an advanced age, especially without the skills he had in his youth?
  Putin is burned out, overextended. And without him, there's no one to stop Zelensky. Moreover, Putin himself conducted personnel policies in such a way that he was left without a worthy successor. Like Stalin, who managed to ensure that Khrushchev succeeded him and failed. And here Medvedev is a completely inadequate leader of the Russian empire.
  On the Saturday before the election, a film about Zelensky aired on all Russian television channels. Naturally, the intention was to discredit him. But few facts were presented. And the propaganda machine proved its ineffectiveness. And many channels commented on the film.
  Medvedev awarded many generals with medals, causing another meteor shower.
  Unexpectedly, he also established a new Order of Botvinnik, in three classes: bronze, silver, and gold. He also established the Order of Alekhine, also in bronze, silver, and gold.
  Medvedev then announced by decree that Russia would transition to a professional army within four years. The length of service would be reduced to six months.
  The acting president then announced that war veterans and those who served in conflict zones would be awarded the Hero of the Russian Federation star. This was a step without precedent.
  Medvedev was clearly seeking his place in history. The acting president then posthumously awarded Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin the Order of Victory, the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called, and the newly established Grand Diamond Star of the Hero of the Russian Federation.
  This was already the last attempt to play on the former Russian idol's popularity. Like, I'm Medvedev, I've been with Putin for so many years - love me with all your heart and soul!
  But apparently people are not too eager to love this candidate for dictator.
  And on the night from Saturday to Sunday, Dmitry Anatolyevich Medvedev even announced the posthumous conferment of the title of Generalissimo on Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin!
  That was truly, truly cool! Like, I'm giving the title to an idol of yesteryear!
  But will this help Medvedev? It's hard to convince people to vote for you simply by praising your former idols and awarding them medals. No matter how many awards you shower him with, you won't bring Putin back. And it's clear that the old tsar is gone, and a new tsar is coming from Kyiv.
  Zelenskyy, however, was not idle and also awarded the Pope. The aging Francis I blessed the Ukrainian president for new achievements.
  And in Belarus, a pro-Russian coalition of parties has already completed collecting signatures for a referendum on unification with Russia. A vote on the matter is expected. However, Medvedev is not getting credit for this. The main initiative here came from Zelenskyy, the idol of millions.
  So now Volodymyr Zelensky was entering the home stretch...
  Voting has begun in Siberia. Turnout was high from the very beginning. People went to the polls and smiled. It was clear they were going for change. And that they wanted something new. Everyone was tired and repetitive of the old.
  There was even a song playing in the morning:
  Our hearts demand change,
  Our eyes demand change.
  In our laughter and in our tears,
  And in the pulsations of the veins!
  Changes, we are waiting for changes!
  The elections were calm, but the turnout was enormous. People flocked to the polls in droves. Nikolai Valuev was one of the first to vote. He dropped his ballot into the box and said:
  - Let's vote for something new!
  Alexander Povetkin was next to appear. He also voted and delivered his own:
  - For the Russian Gods!
  Then came the voting. Ballots were cast. Dima Bilan and Alla Pugacheva were there. Lev Leshchenko also showed up and announced:
  - Let's vote for something new!
  Nikolai Baskov sang:
  - Russian waltz, wings soar! Spring is coming!
  And he also dropped the leaflet into the trash can.
  Then other guys showed up... Zelensky arrived to vote on a scooter and did a somersault, drawing applause. He even recited:
  Know the pulsation of the heart and veins,
  The tears of our children, mothers...
  They say we want change,
  Throw off the yoke of heavy chains!
  And thunderous applause! Even though the poems weren't his, but those of the famous poet and writer Oleg Rybachenko. But Oleg Rybachenko himself had transformed into a boy and was now traveling in another world.
  Other boxers voted next: Sergey Kovaley and Denis Lebedev. The latter, after a break, attempted a comeback. But he was beaten and finally retired.
  Sofia Rotaru voted in Kyiv. And she smiled a lot...
  Vladimir Zhirinovsky also arrived. He shouted:
  - To a new path!
  And flashing his colonel general's epaulettes, Zyuganov arrived at the elections in a wheelchair. And remained silent the entire time.
  Grudinin voted smiling...
  Garry Kasparov gave a simultaneous exhibition and also cast his vote. Moreover, he announced that he would play a match against Carleson. Anatoly Karpov also gave a simultaneous exhibition.
  By the way, Karpov has already been awarded the golden order of Mikhail Botvinnik.
  So the question remains, who is the main and best of the world champions.
  Of course, a lot has changed...
  Dmitry Anatolyevich Medvedev surprised everyone again. He announced the establishment of the Oleg Rybachenko Order. And what's more, it will be awarded in four degrees: fourth degree - bronze, third degree - silver, second degree - gold, and first degree - gold with diamonds!
  This turned out really cool!
  "Lucifer's Armageddon" has already been released in theaters, breaking records set by "Avatar" and "Star Wars." Oleg Rybachenko is becoming a true literary superstar!
  Medvedev also established a literary prize named after Oleg Rybachenko, with a prize fund ten times larger than the Nobel Prize.
  And this is really cool!
  Medvedev then became increasingly active on Sundays. He awarded Oleg Rybachenko the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called, the Hero of Russia star, a large diamond Hero of Russia star, and the Order of Victory. This was an attempt to change the course of history.
  Like, I'll shower Oleg Rybachenko with affection, and everything will be great! And I'll even award him the title of Marshal of the Russian Federation!
  And Sunday is coming... The first exit poll data is already in, which shows that Zelensky has over eighty percent.
  And the flow of information will not stop...
  Medvedev isn't going to vote yet. He's working. He's issuing an order awarding Vladimir Volfovich the rank of Army General. As if to say, "Be loyal to me."
  Although Zhirinovsky seems to have already defected to the other side.
  Lev Leshchenko became Minister without Portfolio. But that no longer matters.
  There's unrest in China. The people want democracy - they're tired of despotism! Man does not live by bread alone!
  I want to say no to the boss too! How much longer can we maintain this strict discipline in the twenty-first century?
  Things aren't looking good in China. Following the path of communism and building capitalism ad infinitum isn't working. Some changes are needed. And the leadership is far too conservative.
  In addition, the new bourgeoisie wants democracy and an end to police brutality.
  The exhaustion of old-fashioned ways of working also took its toll! A reluctance to be cogs in the system. And in China, on Sundays, there are significant riots that shake the system.
  And in the US, a woman has the best chance of becoming president. However, Floyd Mayweather's popularity has suddenly begun to soar. The undefeated boxer has already climbed to the top of the rankings.
  Apparently, the US was hungry for new victories and wanted neither a Republican nor a Democrat to take the throne. And Floyd's a tough guy, too!
  And then there are the televised debates again.
  It's already Sunday evening. Polling stations will be closing soon.
  At the last minute, Medvedev finally appeared. He quickly cast his ballot and left without saying a word. The clock struck - voting was over.
  For now, President Medvedev has left the Kremlin and gone to his residence outside Moscow.
  There were two girls in the cabin with him. At least it was some fun.
  Natasha, sitting on the right, asked:
  - Well, Dima? Now they'll announce your complete failure!
  Medvedev noted:
  There are still two months until the inauguration. So for now, I'm done, and Zelensky is just the president of Ukraine!
  Alenka, sitting on the right hand, noticed:
  "And the inauguration can be expedited! Your reign, Dmitry Anatolyevich, is over!"
  Medvedev asked pleadingly:
  - But you girls can do it!
  Natasha frowned and asked:
  - What can we do?
  Medvedev confidently stated:
  - Interfere with the inauguration!
  Natasha laughed and answered:
  - And how?
  The acting president responded decisively:
  - As if you don"t know it yourself!
  Natasha replied angrily:
  - We will not kill Zelensky!
  Medvedev immediately objected:
  - Well, why kill him? Just make him give up the crown himself!
  CHAPTER No 4.
  The girls giggled in unison...
  Alenka asked with a grin:
  - What do you suggest using hypnosis?
  Dmitry Anatolyevich nodded:
  - That's exactly it! You can do it!
  Natasha answered for her friend:
  - We can, but we don"t want to!
  Medvedev was surprised:
  - And why is that?
  Natasha answered honestly:
  "Zelensky was elected! And you, Dmitry Anatolyevich, are incapable of governing the country!"
  Alenka added sarcastically:
  - And this is quite obvious to all of us!
  Medvedev noted with fury:
  - Don't you understand that we will become a colony of the West?
  Alenka answered confidently:
  - The West will soon become our colony!
  Natasha added sarcastically:
  - And with you, Misha, Russia will never be great!
  Medvedev gurgled:
  - I will give you the Order of Victory, the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called, the Order of Nicholas II, and a gold star set with diamonds...
  Natasha laughed and remarked:
  - Maybe we should become presidents ourselves and hang three hundred medals on ourselves?
  Alenka noted:
  - We can hypnotize you and become generalissimos.
  Natasha giggled and noted:
  - Or maybe even super-generalissimos!
  The girls burst out laughing...
  Alenka sang:
  - And even the enemy shouted at times,
  Hiding the fear - that I am the king!
  Natasha bared her teeth and chirped:
  - I don't like theaters and arenas,
  There they exchange a million for a ruble...
  Even though there are big changes ahead,
  I love Belobog and Stalin!
  And the girl took it and with her bare toes squeezed the losing president's nose.
  The numbers were already being announced from the Far East. Zelenskyy had 91 percent, Medvedev 7.5 percent, a clear lead for the Ukrainian president.
  Alenka also tugged Medvedev's ear with her bare toes and hissed:
  - So, former president, did your awards help you?
  Medvedev said with effort:
  - I'm not an ex yet! I'm a real one until the inauguration!
  The girl screamed:
  - Glory to the new Tsar!
  The witch girls, playing their last trump card, refused to help Medvedev. And now the still-acting president was trying to find a way out of this hopeless situation.
  Perhaps they should influence the Supreme Court to annul the results of the Russian presidential election? It seemed very tempting. But in reality, the odds looked slim.
  What if we issued a decree offering each judge a billion dollars? After all, he's the president, and he has powers that even the tsars couldn't dream of! More precisely, he's the acting president. And indeed, if we offered a full billion dollars, the judges wouldn't resist.
  Why bother with trifles?
  The radio was reporting that Zelenskyy had over 90 percent of the votes so far, and in Ukraine, it was expected that he would get almost 100 percent. Perhaps in the Red Belt, thanks to Medvedev's flirtation with the communists, he would have a slightly better chance, and there was some chance in the Caucasus as well. However, Ramzan Kadyrov seemed to have decided to side with the winner. He could still make a dent in the army, although the military has little desire to serve under a declining president.
  Overall, after the first round, Medvedev's power weakened. While he could still hand out awards, he was increasingly ignored in other respects.
  Dmitry Medvedev arrived at his office and tried to contact the central bank. The operator reluctantly connected him.
  The acting president demanded that he be allocated funds for urgent needs.
  The head of the Central Bank responded:
  - I will not do anything until I receive confirmation from the new President Zelensky.
  Medvedev roared:
  - Are you crazy? I'm still president, inaugurating a new one! And if that's the case, then you owe me your obedience!
  The head of the central bank noted:
  - According to the constitution, I don't obey you! And why do you need money anyway?
  Medvedev responded with a grin:
  - Do countries need urgent assistance?
  The central bank governor responded in a stern tone:
  - Do you want to run away?
  Medvedev barked:
  - I'm arresting you now! The army is under my command! My faithful Zhirinovsky is with me!
  The head of the Central Bank noted:
  "He always salutes! And in Moscow, over ninety percent are for Zelensky. Your reign is over, Misha!"
  Medvedev roared:
  - And yours hasn't started yet!
  And he hung up. Now the situation was getting dire. The security forces were about to refuse to obey. Zhirinovsky, what a fox. Was it worth appointing him Minister of Internal Affairs? Should he order the special forces? Or try to use the State Duma?
  It's clear that Zelensky will hold new elections, and many deputies will lose their mandates. Or rather, almost all of them.
  Something different is needed here. But the State Duma is unlikely to go against the people. And the army won't support an outright military coup. Russia's generals aren't the kind to go to civil war.
  There's only one option left: to overturn the presidential election in court. This is the only legitimate chance to prolong his agony. But most likely, it will only prolong it. Medvedev hardly has a realistic chance of being re-elected. Indeed, his negative ratings are colossal, even worse than Petro Poroshenko's.
  Medvedev also considered another option. For example, physically eliminating Zelensky? But that's blatantly criminal. To stoop to such a level? Especially considering how it would disgrace Medvedev. And at best, it would only give him a reprieve. Because the people won't forgive Medvedev for such a colossal electoral failure.
  No, Dmitry Anatolyevich won't succeed. Without even garnering ten percent of the votes in the election, he certainly won't be able to hold on to power.
  Medvedev walked up to the bar, opened it, took out a bottle, and poured himself some cognac.
  Dear - "Napoleon", aged for two hundred years!
  The acting president drank a shot. Then a second, and ate a lemon.
  A warmth settled in his stomach, and his thoughts raced. After his third glass, Medvedev smiled and sat down in a chair. He felt a little more cheerful. Indeed, why does he need this power? He's overwhelmed with responsibility. Not a minute of free time, not a second of peace. Always on the move, under the surveillance of video cameras. You're afraid to say a word too much.
  There is a lot of work, but no pleasure.
  But I want to lie in bed with a girl. Play war on the computer.
  Indeed, you're the president, but you think three times before starting a real war. Just like the menacing Trump, he still couldn't bring himself to attack Iran.
  You can talk a lot about war, but actually deciding to go through with it is not easy!
  But in the game, fight, fight!
  Medvedev sat down at the computer. He turned on his favorite World War II game. He hadn't played it in a long time. To avoid too much effort, you use the cheat code. Like this...
  And then you push technology at a hurricane pace. And you've got IS-7s, which you're firing at regiments, while the Germans only have T-1s. There's a noticeable difference in strength and resources.
  Medvedev, who almost never drank, partly due to his poor health, noticeably cheered up.
  So you throw the IS-7, the most expensive and heaviest tank of World War II, at the enemy. And you destroy it without much effort. The war goes on easily and victoriously. You capture city after city.
  Of course, Stalin led the country well, and managed to defeat the Third Reich in less than four years. Putin fought ISIS for longer. And the Germans have some pretty cool technology.
  For example, in the game, the German E-75 tank can only fight on equal terms with the Soviet IS-7; all other tanks are outclassed. The E-75 has very strong armor. Even its gun, which is superior to the Soviet IS-7, is close in terms of destructive power.
  And the Germans planned to make this tank their main tank in 1945. And ours?
  Medvedev sighed... They never managed to launch the IS-7 into mass production in the post-war period. So had the war lasted longer, it's unclear who would have won.
  Dmitry Anatolyevich, having gotten drunk, sang:
  - It's a pleasure, brothers, it's a pleasure! It's a pleasure to live, brothers! And our atamans don't have to worry.
  Medvedev fell asleep during the game. It's relaxing...
  And the next day the final results of the presidential elections became known.
  Almost 92 percent of voters, including Ukraine, voted for Zelenskyy, while 6.7 percent voted for Medvedev. Thus, Zelenskyy secured a resounding victory.
  Celebrations and jubilation began across the country. Finally, a new, seemingly bright life was dawning.
  Until the inauguration, Dmitry Anatolyevich Medvedev is acting president.
  And he, of course, congratulated the winner. What else could he do? And there's nothing to recalculate with six percent.
  Interior Minister Vladimir Zhirinovsky, however, visited Medvedev and consoled him:
  - I voted for you, Dmitry Anatolyevich!
  The acting president quietly replied:
  - Thank you!
  Zhirinovsky proposed:
  - Maybe we should make you a prime minister?
  Medvedev shook his painted head:
  "I don't think they'll give me the prime minister's job after such a rout in the second round. That would no longer be politically correct."
  Zhirinovsky logically noted:
  - There should be someone from Russia in your place anyway. So who if not you?
  Medvedev suggested:
  - Most likely, Andrei Navalny!
  Zhirinovsky bared his teeth and growled:
  - Andrei Navalny? That will never happen!
  Medvedev shrugged and said with confusion:
  - Where else can you go?
  Zhirinovsky shouted:
  - Yes, I'll arrest them all!
  Medvedev waved his hand:
  - Enough! It looks like our time is up! I'm going on vacation to the Canary Islands. What are you going to do?
  Zhirinovsky, squinting slyly, replied:
  - Lobby for your friends' interests! Before Zelensky takes office as president of Russia and Ukraine!
  Medvedev noted sadly:
  - Unfortunately, it"s not that simple... Then they"ll skin you alive!
  Zhirinovsky, squinting slyly, asked:
  - Please make me a Marshal of the Russian Federation! What's it cost you?
  Medvedev thought for a couple of seconds, and then announced:
  - Fine! I'll make not only you a marshal, but I'll also reinstate Beria to the rank of marshal! That will be fair!
  Zhirinovsky nodded in agreement:
  - In relation to Beria, yes!
  Medvedev squinted and asked:
  - And in relation to you?
  Zhirinovsky answered honestly:
  - And towards me, like a king! I reward whomever I want!
  Medvedev nodded in agreement:
  - Let it be so!
  And he ordered the preparation of both decrees on conferring the titles of marshals.
  The acting Russian president perked up, thinking that he could now fully enjoy computer games.
  And they are a great pleasure to play...
  But really, why would a president need anything else? Technology has advanced so much now that you can be anyone you want. Even God. And, specifically, in the game, you can create universes.
  For example, in the office of the Acting President there is a large number of different games, including the most modern ones.
  Medvedev decides to play a real-time strategy game. Germany in 1939. So, what do you do? You use the cheat code. You add five thousand Panthers, three thousand Tigers, and ten thousand Focke-Wulfs. And you deploy these forces against the enemy. And you attack Poland, which doesn't have even a tenth of those forces.
  And the war is going just the way you want it to, one-sided and victorious. Medvedev, frankly, is a huge conqueror here. He crushes the enemy like a plum press.
  Poland is crushed easily and faster than in real history. You attack France. Using a cheat code, you unleash ten thousand E-75 tanks on them. Frankly, they're magnificent machines. Completely invulnerable to French guns, but devastating at long range. They shoot down enemy vehicles.
  Medvedev even jumps with joy. He's moving so fast, just like in the game, and he's already taking Paris... And what's the next step? Let's take Spain too, so Franco doesn't have to show off too much.
  And to storm Gibraltar, we'll use jet aircraft. What else would the British do?
  Of course, we'll also use the funds to build battleships and aircraft carriers. Then Britain will be in trouble. Here are a hundred aircraft carriers and two hundred battleships. That will be a colossal force.
  And then there are the landing ships. You also make the "E"-U series of tanks, a further evolution of the "E." You throw in the "E"-50-U tank, a machine that's impossible to penetrate from any angle.
  And she began to torment the British. And now two beautiful girls inside such a tank are winking at the acting president of Russia.
  Medvedev blows them a kiss in return.
  Let's play like this...
  And the newest tanks approach London. And without ceremony they take the capital of England.
  Medvedev sang:
  - The world is boring! We'll all eat the cat!
  Playing is certainly fun and easy. Just take the rogue code and churn out whatever you want. So, you capture the Balkans and head to Africa. You churn out more, and even infantry. You build troops, if only you had the money. And capturing territory also gives you money. Well, just try it, go through Africa.
  The USSR finally opens the front. The T-34s are up against the E-50-U series, of which they churned out another 10,000. While the E-50's armor is roughly comparable to the Tiger-2, albeit with a slightly more aggressive slant, slightly stronger armament, and a more powerful engine, the E-50-U, while weighing the same, is comparable to the Soviet T-64 and even has a more powerful gas turbine engine.
  Yes, the forces are not equal. Different generations of tanks are fighting here.
  And Medvedev, of course, is dashing on a black horse.
  The forces are certainly not comparable. You could also add the E-75-U, a squat, lethal machine impenetrable even by naval guns.
  And how it goes. Nothing can stop it.
  Medvedev is playing like a little boy. Oh, well, that's good. And no one is rushing to see him. He lost, and the acting president has been forgotten.
  Everyone loves only winners.
  Dmitry Anatolyevich sang:
  And we challenge the storms,
  From what and why...
  To live in this world without surprises,
  It is impossible for anyone,
  Let there be success, failure,
  All the jumps, up and down,
  Only this way, and not otherwise,
  Only this way, and no other way!
  Long live surprise!
  Surprise! Surprise!
  Long live surprise!
  Surprise! Surprise!
  Long live surprise!
  And Medvedev felt happier. His troops had occupied Ukraine and Belarus, and were inexorably approaching Moscow!
  The former Russian president says:
  - That our life is a game!
  And he takes the USSR capital by storm. Of course, against the army of 1941, he has tanks of the 1960s and even 1970s specifications, and most importantly, there are plenty of them.
  Medvedev winks at himself... The capital, Moscow, has been taken. And now he can seize the Caucasus... And take southern Africa for himself at the same time. And then cross over to Argentina.
  And from there, attack the United States. He's a tough commander, after all. The enemy is inferior in both the quantity and quality of his troops.
  Medvedev sings enthusiastically:
  - We will boldly go into battle! For the power of the Soviets! And we will crush everyone into shit in the struggle for it!
  Medvedev was temporarily pulled away from the game. The Russian Defense Minister, Trubetskoy, who had replaced Shoigu, called. He asked the still-acting president:
  - When will we swear in the new leader?
  Medvedev responded laconically:
  - Where it should be, at the inauguration!
  Trubetskoy noted:
  The new president of a united country wants to hold the inauguration next week. So they don't have time to steal it!
  Medvedev barked:
  - This is not according to our constitution and laws!
  Trubetskoy noted:
  "And Yeltsin adopted this constitution in violation of the law and the old constitution. In fact, many thought Putin would propose a new constitution, but somehow it never happened!"
  Medvedev noted:
  - It"s not the best idea for every new president to adopt a new constitution!
  Trubetskoy objected:
  - But Putin could have! He was cooler than Yeltsin, and you, Dmitry Anatolyevich!
  Medvedev nodded and agreed:
  - Cooler and, most importantly, luckier! Without Putin, everything fell apart, and Zelensky took power in Russia.
  Trubetskoy noted:
  Lukashenko had a chance, too, but he missed his opportunity. He should have moved faster!
  Medvedev logically noted:
  Lukashenko was afraid of competitive elections in Russia. And Zelensky wouldn't have taken the risk either if Putin's heart hadn't given up. Managing the country manually for so long has burned him out! Putin has clearly burned himself out!
  Trubetskoy suggested:
  - Well, should we accept the inauguration sooner or not?
  Medvedev responded boldly:
  "Do as you wish! I don't care anymore! I'll retire with honor and live the life I want. Maybe I'll travel the world! I've already served as president and prime minister for a record-breaking period for Russia! How long can I cling to the throne?"
  Trubetskoy agreed:
  - Well, if that's the case, then let change come! And what about Shoigu?
  Medvedev responded coldly:
  - Let him rest! A marshal's pension is big. Let him travel the world. I gave you permission to own property abroad!
  Trubetskoy nodded and remarked:
  Putin has isolated Russia from the world! While we mourned in words, we rejoiced in his death! As for Zelensky, we'll see! Many of us wanted a Western-style system. Earn like the US, but work like the USSR!
  Medvedev noted:
  - Well, under Stalin, officials worked hard! Don't think it was all honey for them!
  Trubetskoy asked:
  - And what will you do?
  Medvedev recalled:
  "I was president, and I'll retire on a presidential pension. It's a big one... And I'll enjoy life! Why else would I work?"
  Trubetskoy recalled:
  - Zelensky can give you a position as an advisor to him!
  Medvedev waved it off:
  - Ouch! He's smart enough without my advice! In short, hold the inauguration! Dmitry Anatolyevich has sent his!
  Trubetskoy agreed:
  - Inauguration yes!
  Medvedev hung up. He decided to finish the game. Something he'd never had time for before. And at least mentally put the squeeze on the US.
  Or more accurately, in the game. However, the American Sherman is weak against the E-75-U. But the US has plenty of aircraft, even if they're not as powerful as the German jets.
  But the quality, of course, isn't what it used to be! The Fritzes are racking up big bills. Especially the pilots: Albina and Alvina! And these are girls who are known for their colossal passion.
  Medvedev is advancing on America from the south. And at the same time, his tanks are rolling through Siberia. He's having fun. By the way, why not conquer Japan too? In this game, you can wipe out your allies, too. Advanced strategy. Use the cheater's code and you'll outnumber and outclass your opponent. It's not war, it's pure pleasure. Those tailless jets-the Americans can't even catch up.
  Get more precise and hit. And use radio-guided missiles! And scare the Americans. Medvedev really likes this kind of game. And move your troops. Look, Mexico has been taken. Look, American cities are falling one after another. What a pleasure.
  And in the east, E-U series tanks are entering India. But what can the British counter them with? Especially since the Third Reich had already amassed resources and was producing cutting-edge technology without a scam code.
  But Medvedev decided to upgrade the Panther a bit. Here's the standard Panther: 80-110mm frontal armor, 50mm side armor, a 75mm gun with a 70 EL barrel length, and a 650 horsepower engine. The Panther-2 has 120-150mm frontal armor, 60mm side armor, an 88mm gun with a 71 EL barrel, and an 850 horsepower engine. It's a serious machine. And it's not forty-five tons heavier, but fifty, and has a lower profile.
  Here's the Panther-3. Frontal armor is 150 to 200 millimeters thick, the sides are 82-mm thick, the gun is 88 mm long with a 100 EL barrel, and the engine produces 1,200 horsepower-it weighs 55 tons. You'd have to admit, this vehicle is simply superb compared to the Shermans.
  But there's the Panther-4. It has 200-250mm of sloped frontal armor, and 160mm of side armor. It has a 105mm gun with a 100EL barrel. It's a monster, weighing 65 tons and boasting a low profile. It has a 1,500-horsepower gas turbine engine. Of course, it's an excellent production design, capable of fighting even the Soviet IS-7. The IS-7 wasn't even mass-produced.
  But there are even more powerful vehicles. The Panther-5, for example, boasts 250mm frontal armor, a 45-degree hull slope, 300mm sloped turret front, 210mm sloped side armor, a 128mm 100-EL gun, a more advanced tank weighing 75 tons, and a 2,000-horsepower gas turbine engine. This vehicle outperforms all Soviet and American models. Capable of penetrating an IS-7 from a distance and withstanding frontal hits. The Panther-5 is simply superb technology. The USSR has nothing stronger than the IS-7. And the Germans have five types of Tiger tanks.
  After capturing most of the US, Medvedev decided to banish the Tiger as well. Well, the Tiger I is well-known. Its frontal armor is 100-110 mm, almost flat, and its side armor is 82 mm, flat. And its 88 mm gun, with a barrel length of 56 EL, makes it a truly powerful tank. Unlike the Panther, where only the first series and some second-series models actually saw combat, the Tiger II tank is better known as the "King Tiger."
  The frontal armor is 120-150 mm thick, with the hull front sloped at 50 degrees, the turret front at a slight slope of 185 mm, and the sides at 60 degrees. The frontal armor is well protected, slightly better than the Tiger's side armor, and the gun is 88 mm long with a barrel length of 71 EL. Of the mass-produced tanks of World War II, it was the best in terms of armament and frontal protection. Its weight, at 68 tons, and its 700 horsepower engine offer weak driving characteristics.
  The Tiger-3 is a design vehicle. It has 150-200mm frontal armor sloped at 45 degrees, and a 240mm hull and turret frontal armor sloped at 45 degrees. The sides are 160mm thick with sloped side shields. Three different armament options are available: an 88mm 100 EL gun, a 105mm 70 EL gun, and a 105mm 100 EL gun with a 1,000-horsepower engine. With a tighter layout and a weight of 75 tons, this is a serious and very dangerous vehicle. And the even more powerful Tiger-4 has 250mm frontal armor-the hull is sloped at 45 degrees, the front is 300mm sloped, the sides are 210mm, the gun is 128mm long with a 100 EL barrel, or 150mm long with a 56 EL barrel, weighs 85 tons, and has a 1,500-horsepower gas turbine engine. A very powerful tank.
  But the Tiger-5 is even more powerful. The frontal armor is 350 mm on the hull, sloped at 45 degrees, and the frontal armor is 400 mm on the turret, sloped at 50 mm. The sides are 300 mm, sloped. The gun is 150 mm on the 100 EL, or 174 mm on the 70 EL, or 210 mm on the 38 EL. It weighs 100 tons, and has a 2,500-horsepower gas turbine engine. This incredibly powerful vehicle won't even penetrate the side of an IS-7 or Zveroboy. Something like this could be used against America. Although it should be noted that the Tiger-5 never even existed in real history. But then, it's no one's fault that the war ended so quickly.
  But in a virtual game, tanks can be improved.
  Medvedev has begun his assault on the US capital, Washington, and its largest city, New York. Here, real work and victory are possible.
  Even if it's virtual. Washington is burning, and German tanks are rolling through it. And no one can stop the Tiger Vs.
  Medvedev is completing his persistent assault on US capitals, and victory seems assured. But Japan is still ahead.
  CHAPTER No 5.
  What else could be better in the game? And here's the "Lion" tank family, which never made it into production. These are truly monsters. But in World War II, these later-production vehicles were even redundant. And against Japan, with its small and medium tanks, even more so.
  But Dmitry Medvedev decided to drive them away a little.
  Here's the first "Lion" tank, existing only in design studies and only partially realized in metal. It has 120-millimeter frontal hull armor sloped at 45 degrees, 240-millimeter turret frontal armor sloped, 82-millimeter sides, a 105-millimeter gun, a 70-degree barrel, a total weight of 80 tons, and an 800-horsepower engine. In short, it was a vehicle that could have appeared alongside the "Tigers" and "Panthers" at the Battle of Kursk. It had a very powerful weapon for its time and excellent turret frontal protection. But fortunately, it never materialized. The "Lion-2" is a design vehicle. The hull front is sloped at 250 millimeters, the turret front is sloped at 300 millimeters, and the sides are sloped at 200 millimeters. The gun is either a 128-millimeter 100 EL or a 210-millimeter 38 EL. It weighs 100 tons and has an 1,800-horsepower engine. Its power is unmatched. It surpasses the IS-7, which can only hit it in the side. But then you push it further, and the Lev-3 appears, also a monster. The frontal hull armor is 350 mm thick, the turrets are 450 mm thick with sloped sides, 300 mm with sloped sides, a 150-millimeter gun on the 100 EL, or 175 mm on the 70 EL, or 210 mm on the 56 EL, or a 400-millimeter rocket launcher. It weighs 120 tons and has a 2,500-horsepower engine.
  Yes, it is a formidable force.
  The Lev-4 tank is another supermonster. Its frontal hull armor is 450 mm thick, while the turret's frontal armor is 500 mm. The hull and turret sides are 400 mm thick and sloped. It has a 175 mm gun at 100 EL, a 210 mm gun at 70 EL, and a 500 mm rocket launcher. The vehicle weighs 150 tons and has a 3,500 horsepower gas turbine engine. It can penetrate all tanks from long range, including the IS-7 and the American T-93. Even naval guns can't penetrate it. This is a powerful vehicle, and with an excess of gun power.
  But the even more powerful "Lion"-5 is the king of tanks. The frontal armor of the hull is 600 mm thick, sloped at 45 degrees, the turrets are 800 mm thick, and the sides are 550 mm thick, sloped. The main gun is 210 mm in diameter, the main gun is 300 mm in diameter, and the rocket launcher is 600 mm. The vehicle weighs 200 tons, and its engine is a 5,000 horsepower gas turbine. It is impenetrable to almost all types of weapons, except high-powered missiles, especially large-caliber guns, and bombs. It is capable of firing at battleships and aircraft carriers. A true supertank.
  Well, in short, there's something to play for. Medvedev is putting pressure on Japan.
  But he is interrupted again.
  The FSB director calls and says:
  - Dmitry Anatolyevich, will you be giving a conference to journalists?
  Medvedev stated decisively:
  - Not yet!
  - Why?
  The acting president responded:
  - I have the right to give interviews and not to give them! So, I've decided not to give them for now!
  The FSB director nodded:
  - You can rest easy for now! The interview won't go away! But we'll have to look for another place!
  Medvedev noted:
  - You'll all get settled! And if anything happens, you, General, have a big pension! You can live without working!
  The FSB director asked in surprise:
  - Aren't you sorry to part with such enormous power?
  Medvedev answered honestly:
  - It's a pity, of course, but man submits to the inevitable!
  Medvedev is back in the game. The former president of the world's largest and most resource-rich country has finally gotten his hands on it. And why not play the game if they're getting by without him now? Even though he's acting head of state.
  But how can you avoid the temptation to cut yourself in a game like this? So, the German troops have reached Chukotka. Fortunately, moving vehicles in the game is much easier than in reality. And they're advancing through China. And there they engage in battle with the Japanese. Of course, using the cheat code, Medvedev churned out Lev-5 tanks and deployed them against the samurai. And these are truly superb vehicles.
  How they crush samurai. But still not the height of perfection.
  But why, before the Second World War is over, isn't it possible to test the heaviest German tank, the Maus, through the levels?
  This is truly the ultimate in perfection and the pinnacle of beauty. Or rather, what can happen if gigantomania evolves.
  Medvedev began to drive away the "Mauses".
  The Maus tank, a real metal tank, was the heaviest of those ever built, and it even saw combat. The Maus's frontal armor is 150 mm thick on the lower hull, 200 mm on the upper hull, 250 mm on the turret, and 210 mm on the sides. As we can see, even in its first version, the tank was impenetrable to all serial Soviet tanks from the front and even from the side. The IS-2 and SU-100 were unable to penetrate this tank from any angle. Only the IS-7 could have given the Maus problems and truly fought it. But the IS-7 only appeared after the war and never went into production. Meanwhile, Maus tanks were already capable of fighting on the front lines as early as 1943. This tank had two guns: a short-barreled 75mm cannon and a 128mm 55 EL cannon, capable of penetrating all Soviet tanks except the IS-7 frontally, including the IS-2 at a considerable distance. A 150mm cannon was also available.
  The Maus weighed 188 tons and had a 1,250-horsepower engine, which is still a bit underpowered. Overall, it was the most powerful machine of its time, and unrivaled.
  The Maus-2 is a design-based vehicle. A more advanced one. In real life, the vehicle was supposed to have a lower silhouette and be lighter. But in the game, of course, the vehicle is more advanced, with a lower silhouette and a more compact layout, but also heavier. The Maus-2's frontal armor is 350 mm. The turret's frontal armor is 450 mm. The sides are 300 mm. It has a long-barreled 75 mm cannon and a 150 mm 70 EL, or a 210 mm howitzer, or a 400 mm rocket launcher. It weighs 200 tons. It has a 2,000 horsepower gas turbine engine.
  The Maus-3 is a gaming vehicle. It's also perfect. The frontal armor of the hull is 600 mm, the turret is 800 mm, and the sides are 550 mm. It has 88 mm 100 EL cannons for fighting enemy tanks, and a 210 mm 70 EL cannon. Or a 550 mm rocket launcher. The tank weighs 250 tons, and has a 4,000 horsepower gas turbine engine. The tank is virtually impenetrable by almost all guns, except the most powerful ones.
  The Maus-4 is a new evolution of gigantomania and a more advanced design. The frontal hull armor is 1000mm thick, sloped at 45 degrees, and the frontal turret armor is 1200mm, sloped. The sides are 850mm thick, sloped. Armament: a 105mm cannon with 10 EL for fighting enemy tanks and quite sufficient against almost all types of vehicles. A 300mm cannon with 70 EL is for destroying fortifications and is overkill for tanks. Or, instead, a 750mm rocket launcher.
  The vehicle weighs 350 tons, which isn't all that much for such armor and armament. Even battleship guns can't penetrate it frontally. Only a direct hit from a powerful cruise missile or a very large bomb can destroy it. From all angles, it's impenetrable by all tanks and self-propelled guns of World War II. Its 6,000-horsepower gas turbine engine.
  The Maus-5 is the pinnacle of this series. Its frontal armor is 1,600 mm thick, sloped on the hull, 2,000 mm on the turret, and 1,500 mm on the sides, sloped.
  The 128mm cannon of the 100 EL is suitable for combating all tanks, quite sufficient against all models, including the IS-7, and the 900mm rocket launcher. Other cannons are impractical. There are a dozen machine guns. The tank weighs 500 tons. It has a 10,000-horsepower gas turbine engine. The vehicle is, so to speak, perfection itself. Almost nothing can penetrate it from the front. It's a superb tank...
  However, if anyone thinks that nothing cooler than the Maus-5 can be invented, that's not true. The imagination of the creators of a good World War II game is boundless.
  For example, there's also the "Rat." This tank, in real history, holds the record for size among all design vehicles, and was even partially built in metal.
  The "Rat" tank has 400-millimeter frontal armor, as well as slightly sloped side armor. It is armed with four 210-millimeter cannons, or one 800-millimeter cannon, two 150-millimeter howitzers, and eleven anti-aircraft guns. It weighs 2,000 tons and has diesel engines with a total output of 10,000 horsepower.
  The Krysa-2 tank is an evolution of the design with a more advanced layout. The frontal and all-round armor is 800mm thick, with a highly efficient slope. It is armed with one 1000mm cannon and four 150mm howitzers, along with sixteen anti-aircraft guns capable of engaging both ground and air targets. It weighs 3,000 tons, and its gas turbine engines produce a total of 20,000 horsepower.
  The Rat-3 is an even more powerful and sophisticated vehicle. Its armor is 1,200 millimeters thick and sloped. It is armed with one 1,250-millimeter cannon and six 150-millimeter howitzers. Twenty anti-aircraft guns are capable of engaging both air and ground targets. It weighs 4,000 tons and has gas turbine engines, producing a total of 35,000 horsepower.
  The "Rat"-4 is an even more powerful and sophisticated vehicle. It has 1,600mm of sloped armor. It is armed with one 1,600mm cannon and nine 150mm howitzers, along with twenty-five anti-aircraft guns capable of engaging both air and ground targets. It weighs 5,000 tons, and its engines are advanced gas turbines, producing a total output of 50,000 horsepower.
  The Rat-5 is the toughest tank. It boasts 2,500mm of armor on all sides. It's armed with one 2,500mm cannon and fifteen 150mm howitzers. It also has forty anti-aircraft guns capable of engaging both air and ground targets. It weighs 10,000 tons. It uses a nuclear reactor as its engine, producing over 100,000 horsepower.
  The tank is truly the coolest in the game, both in terms of weight and other stats.
  Well, you can entrust the assault on Tokyo to the Rat-5. However, it's so expensive that you have to run the cheat code several times.
  But overall, Medvedev can be pleased. He's had his fill of playing.
  And I finally watched "Rat" 5 in VR. It's so good to play unfairly.
  But now they call Medvedev again.
  This time, First Deputy Prime Minister and Acting Prime Minister Siluanov.
  He said in a sad tone:
  "We've lost, Dmitry Anatolyevich! Almost all the ballots have been counted!"
  Medvedev wittily remarked:
  - It's better to lose well than to win badly!
  Siluanov was surprised:
  - And how is that possible?
  Medvedev explained:
  If Vitali Klitschko had been elected mayor of Kyiv on the first try, he wouldn't have returned to the ring. Instead of a great champion, he would have become a laughingstock!
  Siluanov agreed with this:
  - Yes, you're right, Dmitry Anatolyevich! Klitschko had an advantage in losing... But unfortunately, you had no such advantage whatsoever!
  Medvedev sang in response:
  - I am free, like a bird in the sky,
  I am free, having forgotten what fear means...
  I am as free as the wild wind,
  I am free in reality, not in a dream!
  Siluanov muttered:
  - You're a real poet, Dmitry Anatolyevich! You could write poems about you!
  Medvedev answered seriously:
  "At least now I can calmly do what I love - play computer games! Before this, I could only indulge in that kind of thing in fits and starts for twenty years!"
  Siluanov muttered dully:
  - Playing games?
  Medvedev confirmed:
  - That's right, games! And it would have been useful for you to study some military-economic strategy!
  The First Deputy Prime Minister reluctantly noted:
  - I prefer practice!
  Medvedev hissed in response:
  - Evil, damned reality, it can drive you crazy!
  Siluanov replied coldly:
  - Want to escape reality with the world of games? Commendable!
  The acting prime minister's words were tinged with irony.
  Medvedev reported:
  - Let me hang a Hero of Russia star on you too!
  Siluanov advised:
  - Hang it for yourself, Mr. President!
  Medvedev chuckled and replied:
  - Maybe that's not a bad idea! Putin was only awarded posthumously!
  The acting prime minister responded:
  - Thank you, Mr. President!
  Medvedev continued in a singsong voice:
  - For stupid empty eyes...
  Siluanov sang along:
  - Because everything is possible...
  Medvedev concluded:
  - But we can"t live!
  The acting prime minister responded:
  - Seriously speaking, I'll probably be eliminated! Looks like I'll have to run away!
  Medvedev responded coldly:
  - There are many places on Earth!
  Siluanov nodded and muttered:
  - In short, Mr. President, you promised me a hero's star!
  Medvedev shouted at the top of his lungs:
  - Prepare the decree!
  They brought him another award document. It said, "Sign up as acting president."
  Medvedev also awarded a bunch of people. Know our people!
  Ah, it"s already very late, and the acting president of Russia has fallen asleep.
  He dreamed of yet another alternate history. The Tsarist army, led by Kuropatkin, was fighting to lift the siege of Port Arthur. But then Medvedev himself appeared in a combat robot, armed with lasers and thermoquark projectiles the size of poppy seeds, but as lethal as the bombs dropped on Hiroshima.
  And how Medvedev started to tear the Japanese apart with his combat robot. How it tore samurai apart, thousands at a time. And how lasers and blasters came into play.
  And it cut the Japanese, really cut them. And sawed them to pieces. And devastated their ranks.
  Medvedev, having lost his throne, found ecstasy in battle. He mowed down those samurai who dared to undermine the sacred royal throne.
  But let's be honest, was it really bad under the Tsar?
  May God grant every country a tsar like Nicholas II. He is a true example of an intelligent ruler, and at the same time an intellectual.
  It's a shame such a worthless wretch as Kuropatkin let him down. And now Medvedev's taken on the Japanese. And he's starting to thrash them. And he's doing it with aplomb.
  And laser beams mow down samurai by the thousands. A few more minutes of fighting, and
  There is no Japanese army.
  What did the samurai gentlemen eat? Now maybe we should take on your ships.
  Medvedev lifted the combat robot into the air and raced toward Togo's fleet positions. Does he think he can handle the Russian knight?
  And look how fast the thermoquark robot rushes. Here it is already above the sea. And let's sink Togo's fleet. Cut up battleships, cruisers, and other creatures.
  That's it... What if we also drop a mini-thermoquark bomb?
  And the new hero abandons her. A wave rises and sinks the ships of the Land of the Rising Sun.
  Medvedev screams at the top of his lungs:
  - For Nicholas's Russia,
  I will tear all the Japanese to pieces!
  Once again, the acting Russian president is in ecstasy.
  It's great to fight with a robot like this.
  Go ahead and drown your samurai... And there will be no Tsushima, the Japanese will have nothing to fight with.
  The last samurai ships are sinking. What kind of victory is this?
  But there are still parts of the Land of the Rising Sun blockading Port Arthur. We must take them seriously, too, to eliminate all opponents of Tsar Nicholas's empire.
  Medvedev sings enthusiastically:
  - And the samurai flew to the ground,
  Under the pressure of steel and fire!
  And they began to destroy the troops that had besieged Port Arthur. Indeed, it turned out that a powerful fortress had fallen. And Russia had suffered a slap in the face. And most importantly, it was worse than the Crimean War. There, the empire of Tsar Nicholas II lost to a coalition of England, France, Turkey, and the Kingdom of Sardinia. And it lost honorably. And then there was some Japan, which no one even considered a serious rival.
  Russia cannot tolerate humiliation. Perhaps that's why Stalin, so cautious and restrained in his foreign policy, opened a second front in the Far East against Japan. The samurai truly humiliated Tsarist Russia.
  For this, crush with tiny thermoquark bombs and burn with lasers.
  So that I don't dare defeat Russia! Oh, God grant that Zelensky will be a successful tsar.
  Once again, Russians and Ukrainians are united, and soon Belarusians will join them.
  And there will be a trinity of Slavs!
  Medvedev finished off the Japanese at Port Arthur and then moved on... Russia defeated Japan. It took Korea, Manchuria, the Kuril Islands, and Taiwan. It also forced the Japanese to pay a large indemnity.
  Tsar Nicholas II strengthened his position, and no revolution or unnecessary Duma appeared.
  Tsarist Russia continued its advance into China and its expansion eastward.
  But Kaiser's Germany, despite the fact that Tsarist Germany was becoming a great power and growing even faster and more than in real history, still went and got involved in the First World War.
  And on two fronts, too.
  So what's Medvedev doing now, destroying the Germans? They have no business offending the Tsar-father.
  And he'll fire lasers at the enemy. And start battering them in East Prussia with a hurricane. Medvedev fires at German troops using lasers and gravitational energy beams.
  The girls showed up, too. In bikinis, of course. Alenka and Natasha. And let them chop up the Fritzes with lightsabers.
  Yes, Tsar Nicholas the Great, the fascists never even dreamed of such a thing. And what are they planning against you, my dear fellow?
  Medvedev sings aggressively:
  - Melons, watermelons, wheat buns,
  Generous, prosperous land...
  And he sits on the throne in St. Petersburg,
  Father Tsar Nicholas!
  The inauguration date was moved up. And Medvedev found himself completely on his own. "He's busy with the kids," he said.
  Medvedev posthumously awarded Andropov the Hero of Russia star, which probably should have been done earlier. He also issued a decree ordering the construction of a monument to Andropov.
  At the same time, the acting president also reinstated Yezhov and Yagoda. No need to stand on ceremony.
  He then established a new order in Bobby Fischer's name. And there's no denying that he was a great chess player. And not just great, but also notorious. He wanted to be above everyone else, and not just in chess.
  And also three degrees: bronze, silver and gold!
  And of course, first of all, Dmitry Medvedev awarded this order to: Garry Kasparov, Anatoly Karpov and... the Klitschko brothers!
  And at the same time, Dmitry Medvedev established the "Vladimir Klitschko" Order. Another interesting move. Three degrees: bronze, silver, and gold.
  And then there was the Order of Svyatogor, a brilliant decision.
  Medvedev steers and pedals. And he's inventing such things again. What a bear. A bear to all bears.
  And he has new ideas. For example, giving every Russian a new car.
  In the meantime, he'll just go and play on the computer. That's what Medvedev wanted most. So now he's turned on a new strategy game. A war of different levels. That's what even a former president wanted to play with.
  You start with five workers and a thousand units of: coal, iron, stones, oil, food, gold.
  Let's start by building a community center to produce new workers. Then, you start developing mines and agriculture.
  First of all, of course, getting food to motivate the workers more.
  Medvedev has a very powerful, state-of-the-art computer. And he can churn out a lot of units.
  You build yourself a city and new trade centers. Money, of course, is a problem at first. Until you build a mint, a market, an academy of sciences, and so on.
  But Medvedev knows a universal way to get rich. Create more agricultural workers and mine resources for bread. Building a market is really cheap. And then you save up, buy an academy, build a sawmill, and dig up new mines. And then some more... And gold starts flowing-the most valuable commodity. Especially once you've built a mint. And then you can improve the wells. That's how money flows much more easily. You can use it for improvements. New saws, new farm equipment, land improvement, fertilizer research. A new type of plow...
  Then comes the deepening of wells, the influx of new workers. New farms. Meat production. House construction. Doctors' houses, policemen's houses, wells, markets, architects, firefighters. And so on... Tax collection. New improvements in gold mining. And the development of new space and work buildings.
  And there is more and more money... There is a surplus and you can start building barracks.
  The game is interesting and complex. The city is growing. There's no war yet. You can establish peacetime here and choose a weaker enemy... Indeed, Medvedev is currently consolidating his strength in military-economic strategy.
  The military academy is built. And you begin to form the troops. Cavalry, infantry, flamethrowers, mortarmen, and other forces. Artillery, of course. Or even, once again, by upgrading the wells, a tank factory. The first vehicles, of course, are light and primitive, but they can be tested.
  Medvedev got carried away.
  The game has consumed the president. You build yourself more and more houses. And then there are schools for scribes, libraries, and entertainment of all kinds. Be it musicians, dancers, jugglers, senet players, zoos. Or even casinos.
  And, of course, temples to various gods.
  Yes, there are many different religions in the empire. It's best to build diverse temples.
  And here everything is different. Mosques, Catholic churches, prayer houses, Buddhist temples, stupas, pagan gods.
  Yes, a very rich mission. You build bridges, crossing the river.
  There's a lot of work to do. Also, organize festivals for different religions so the gods won't be offended.
  And so it goes without a break. And the work at the Academy of Science continues, one improvement after another. One is a rodent control product, another an insecticide-something that boosts agriculture, and then tractors appear.
  And sometimes the gods send good harvests. So you can drive out tanks and aircraft factories. Starting with light aircraft, you can even reach nuclear bombers. And the number of units is constantly growing. It's already reached a hundred thousand.
  Medvedev is playing around and pushing new technologies. So far, there's no fear. There's no need to fight; you can raise your people's prosperity and cultural index. And that matters, too. And there's plenty of money and resources now.
  It's even better in the game: the wells never run dry. You can extract resources forever.
  And build new cities on the map... Or even play with a pyramid or another wonder of the world.
  Medvedev is churning out new barracks. True, the abundance of troops lowers the prosperity index. This, of course, poses a problem. But for now, there's no one to fight... But we could introduce new technologies to build tanks and planes faster. And bring in heavy bombers.
  However, why, already having medium tanks, not capture an enemy of the medieval level?
  And Medvedev, having churned out more tanks and at the same time improved their parameters, quickly invades a neighboring country.
  And planes from above, too. And start bombing the enemy with all your might. Rain napalm on them.
  And it's not a game by the rules.
  Medvedev reveled in the destruction of the medieval city. And then the entire country with its primitive army. He reveled in it and won, even though his planes and tanks suffered minor damage. Such was the comparatively easy capture. And then he rebuilt the city on the conquered territory...
  And your tanks are already heavy. You could add nuclear protection and active armor.
  Medvedev had been playing for ten hours already, and his eyes were tired and starting to droop. The acting president fell asleep.
  At first, Medvedev seemed to be in a quandary. But it didn't last long. And then, a state-of-the-art T-95 tank rolled up the hill. It was already late autumn, and trickles of rain began to beat against the armor.
  Medvedev reported:
  "The decisive day of the battle for Mount Vysokaya! The mountain that is the key to the entire defense of Port Arthur. Today, precisely November 21st, or December 4th by the New Style." The professor furiously slammed his fist on the armor and exclaimed. "But Mount Vysokaya will not be captured! The Pacific Squadron will survive!"
  The Japanese had almost captured Mount Vysokaya. They were crawling like ants, in dense streams from all sides. A T-95 opened fire with its 152-millimeter rapid-fire gun.
  Alenka pressed the joystick button, and the automatic cannon fired at the Japanese like an anti-aircraft gun. Powerful high-explosive fragmentation shells knocked out hundreds of Japanese with a single shot.
  Natasha, in turn, fired from eight heavy machine guns. She also preferred to use the joystick.
  Medvedev drove the tank, the super-machine confidently climbed the steep slopes, and its tracks crushed the soldiers of the Land of the Rising Sun.
  Margarita whistled and said:
  - We are making history!
  The acting president angrily confirmed:
  - Of course! We will never let Port Arthur surrender!
  Alenka fired her cannon twenty times per minute, spitting out a fifty-kilogram projectile of increased lethality. A ton of metal and explosives was accurately ejected in a single minute.
  And the girl hit very accurately.
  And the machine guns, each firing five thousand rounds a minute. Or forty thousand large bullets, in a short time. And how they took on the samurai. How they began to press them.
  Alenka even sang:
  - And the enemy flock flew to the ground, under the pressure of steel and lead!
  The Russian tank worked aggressively. One moment it cut down one thousand Japanese, then another. Removing them in layers.
  Natasha giggled and sang:
  - For the glory of Rus'! Let us never forget the Fatherland!
  And again, the machine guns of lethal caliber fire. And thousands of Japanese fall dead.
  Medvedev took it and hissed:
  - Tsar Nicholas! You will be great.
  And let's crush the surviving samurai with our caterpillar tracks.
  Margarita logically noted:
  Nicholas II could have been the greatest of tsars. He had every chance of turning China into a Russian province - Yellow Russia!
  Medvedev struck the samurai, rushed over them with his tracks, and said:
  - So be it!
  Projectile after projectile flew out. They multiplied like quasi-matter, requiring far less energy than the actual growth of atoms and molecules.
  Alenka, pressing the joystick buttons with her graceful fingers, even exclaimed:
  - In the name of the Russian tsars!
  CHAPTER No 6.
  The gun roared and roared. Although not so loudly, it was muffled enough to allow conversation.
  Margarita asked the acting president:
  - What, is the number of shells infinite?
  Medvedev responded:
  "Quasimatter doesn't require much energy to create. And filling a fusion reactor with water is easy!"
  Margarita whistled:
  - Yes, that's brilliant! You could make chocolate ice cream like that too!
  Medvedev objected with a sigh:
  - Not yet, but very soon, yes! It's a shame we're only getting quasi-matter for now!
  Alenka, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare fingers and smiling with her large tigress teeth, remarked:
  - This ability to create matter is also quasi-divine!
  Medvedev chuckled. The Japanese around the mountain were becoming fewer and fewer, but the corpses were mounting. The samurai tried to fire at the tank, but to no avail. The shells bounced off the armor like raindrops.
  The Acting President noted:
  - And man is created in the image and likeness of God.
  Alenka, firing lethal shells, noted:
  - If it's still created. Maybe we humans are the most intelligent, strong, and powerful being in the universe!
  Medvedev logically assumed:
  "All the more reason for the consolidation of humanity! We must unite! Then we will know no sorrow or defeat!"
  Natasha confidently stated:
  "The Tsarist Empire is capable of uniting everyone! And of consolidating everyone into a monolith!"
  And the girl fired her machine guns again, cutting down the Japanese trying to attack from the left flank. Grenades did no damage to the T-95 tank. And the cannons, also fired from a distance, either missed or their shells were ineffective. Especially since no country in the world has armor-piercing shells yet. And such a tank wouldn't be penetrated so easily. Its protection is top-notch.
  And the machine guns mow down and sweep away the shells. And they do everything concretely, and quite deadly.
  Natasha giggled and said:
  - The Japanese will be missing many!
  Alenka agreed with this:
  - Very many indeed!
  And her sapphire eyes flashed. And there's so much variety in this girl, a true Terminator.
  The warriors fire. And the samurai bleed. Forty thousand bullets and a ton of shells per minute-that's a tremendous killing force.
  Natasha notes:
  - We are warriors who bring a serious death!
  Alenka agreed with this:
  - And not just death, but the source of power in the entire universe!
  Margarita remarked judiciously:
  - If Tsarist Russia conquers the entire world, then all wars in human history will be ended once and for all!
  Medvedev agreed with this:
  - Of course, baby! Nobody needs wars! But humanity must become united!
  Natasha hissed with the joy of a panther who has brought down a bull:
  - When we are united, we are invincible!
  And sparks came from her eyes! What a girl! She has fire, ice, and steel in her.
  But now the last Japanese are dying. And there is no one left to storm the mountain. More than fifty thousand dead soldiers of the Land of the Rising Sun remain beneath Mount Vysokaya.
  The battle is over.
  The four took their place on the raised platform, and Medvedev remarked:
  "It's best we don't talk to the garrison for now. What are we going to do anyway?"
  Alenka suggested:
  "There are still a lot of Japanese. Let's destroy Nogi's entire army."
  Margarita readily agreed with this:
  - That's exactly it! We'll drive out all the samurai! And that will be great!
  Medvedev grinned and remarked:
  "Our tank can also swim underwater and fire shells. Let's sink the Japanese fleet!"
  Natasha squealed with delight:
  - Exactly! That's right, let's just wipe out all the samurai at sea.
  Just then, the Japanese squadron began its latest bombardment. Shells began flying, including from eleven- and twelve-inch guns. And this, you must admit, is serious business.
  The tank sped toward the coast. Alenka, drumming her fingers on the vehicle's body, remarked:
  - Okay, at sea. But how could we give the initiative to the Japanese on land?
  Margarita, who had some knowledge about the war, recalled:
  "We had machine guns, and the Mosin-Nagant rifle was far more reliable and effective than the Japanese. And while things weren't going well at sea, the samurai didn't stand a chance on land!"
  Alenka angrily moved her bare foot across the floor and muttered:
  - Betrayal! Trivial betrayal!
  Natasha suggested:
  - We'll hang them all!
  The tank sank into the water. Propellers emerged from its sides, steering the vehicle. Here was the first target: a Japanese destroyer. Natasha pressed the joystick buttons with her slender fingers.
  And the shell struck the very bottom of the ship with devastating force, tearing apart the armor.
  The destroyer received another shell. Natasha pressed her toe again.
  And now the Japanese man is drowning.
  Alenka giggled:
  - Let's sink them one at a time! Machine guns aren't very effective underwater!
  And the girl pressed the joystick, this time sending the projectile into the bottom of the destroyer.
  Margarita answered with a smile:
  - What ladies we have here!
  Natasha sent the projectile again and shouted:
  - In the name of Rus', let there be victory!
  Alenka spat out the shells. She ripped open the bottom of the Land of the Rising Sun's ship and remarked:
  - Still, the tsarist regime in Russia was not as bad as propaganda claimed.
  Margarita agreed with this and spoke willingly, especially since he had nothing better to do anyway.
  Under Tsar Nicholas II, Russia introduced the gold standard. The empire's currency became the most stable and reliable in the world. Prices also remained virtually unchanged. Under Tsar Nicholas, wages reached thirty-seven rubles per month. In fact, Russia became one of the world's leading countries in terms of living standards. Industrial production became the fourth-largest in the world.
  Dmitry Anatolyevich Medvedev, after waking up, started playing on the computer. In this case, he was playing a strategy game. The newly strengthened state was carrying out military conquests. The acting president of Russia was throwing tanks into battle.
  And heavy ones at that.
  This game is a good thing after all. I tested it a bit and got tanks heavier than a hundred tons. When he was president, Medvedev wanted to develop tanks heavier than a hundred tons. But Putin wouldn't let him. And yet the idea seemed tempting. Super-heavy vehicles. And six types of vehicles. Over five and a hundred tons.
  But now Medvedev is throwing nuclear-powered tanks into battle. And breaking the defenses of mid-tier countries. And again, they're seizing power. Oh, great... To make things a little easier, you bring in a military advisor. And together, you direct the destruction of the enemy. And its capture.
  Here you're conquering another empire... This one's a more serious war, but it's being waged by a military adviser of Napoleon's caliber. So you can just watch, and build your empire under the guidance of an economist of Stolypin's caliber.
  And Medvedev, having sat at the computer with a giant screen for several hours, began to snore.
  He had been sleep deprived for too long.
  Alenka fired at the Japanese. Having sunk a cruiser this time, she sang:
  - We are the strongest in the world,
  We will soak all our enemies in the toilet.
  The fatherland does not believe in tears,
  And we'll give the evil oligarchs a good beating!
  And the girl laughed. And her teeth sparkled like pearls!
  Medvedev suggested:
  "Since the war with Japan ends in victory, Russia's economic growth will be even greater! And the Tsarist Empire will become the richest country in the world!"
  Alenka sank another destroyer and hissed:
  - We've always been rich! We just needed order!
  Natasha hit the battleship of the Land of the Rising Sun and noted:
  We were every bit as good as the Germans in World War I. But because of the fifth column, we lost victory!
  Alenka also sent another projectile into the belly of the battleship and declared:
  - Of course! The fifth column is to blame for everything. During the First World War, the Germans couldn't even get close to Minsk and were defeated in Galicia. But under Stalin, they could already see the Kremlin through binoculars. What does this mean?
  Natasha fired another shell into the bottom of the battleship and muttered:
  - Treason! We missed out on such a victory!
  Margarita also considered it necessary to remind:
  "If not for betrayal, we would have gained control of Constantinople and Asia Minor, as well as access to the Mediterranean. But we lost so much because of betrayal and the fifth column!"
  Alenka launched another projectile:
  "Yes, it's the fifth column! How many troubles it has caused! The Russian Empire was a unique entity that could expand to the borders of the entire world and unite humanity!"
  Natasha muttered aggressively:
  - Of course! I could and would have done everything! And humanity would be united and invincible!
  The girl fired another shell, after which the battleship finally split apart. And the Japanese sank.
  Margarita, with alarm in her voice, noted:
  - Look at what's happening in the world right now? Russia and the US are on the brink of war. And China is overpopulated and totalitarian. There's no order or prosperity in the world!
  Natasha sent another projectile, this time at the cruiser, and agreed:
  - There is no order in the world! We need a unified government!
  Alenka released the projectile and nodded in agreement:
  "And the Tsarist Empire could have become such a government! Russian autocracy is the guarantor of global stability and prosperity!"
  And the girl fired another shell, which finally split the cruiser.
  The Japanese were clearly freaking out. They were firing indiscriminately, not realizing who was sinking them.
  It should be noted that on land, Japan didn't have a significant numerical advantage. And even in real history, it lost far more killed and wounded than Russia.
  But at sea, the ships of the Land of the Rising Sun, produced in Britain and the USA, were slightly better than the Russian ones, which were mainly of domestic production.
  But even here, the Japanese's qualitative advantage is only marginal. And the Russians are, arguably, more accurate.
  Natasha, firing and sinking another destroyer, remarked in annoyance:
  - Indeed, Russia has defeated stronger opponents. For example, Napoleon!
  Alenka, having sent a shell into the armored cruiser, added:
  - Oh yes! Napoleon was a genius! And he was stronger, but we defeated him!
  Margarita sighed heavily and grumbled:
  - Losing to the Japanese. It's so annoying and disappointing!
  Alenka agreed with this:
  "It's a shame! Alas, this is the end of the Romanov dynasty. A glorious, heroic era, marked by conquests and victories. And although we didn't have our own Genghis Khan, we have risen since the time of Ivan Kalita."
  And the girl fired another, quite lethal shell. And the armored cruiser split into two.
  Natasha continued, and with one shell sank another destroyer. And the samurai have plenty of destroyers.
  The warrior asked the boys:
  - But I wonder why, in the history of the world, not a single empire has achieved absolute power?
  Alenka again sent a shell into the belly of another destroyer and declared:
  - Yes, that's really why? They all fell. The Persian Empire, Alexander the Great, and the Roman Empire. Why has no one united humanity?
  Natasha stamped her foot in frustration. She sank another ship and said:
  - Exactly! Genghis Khan created an empire that could have conquered the entire world. But after his death, his sons and grandsons clashed and tore the empire apart. Only Tsarist Russia, with its unitary system, was a country capable of enduring for centuries and expanding until it engulfed the entire globe!
  Alenka's eyes flashed and she declared, having sunk another destroyer:
  Glory to the great empire of Tsar Nicholas! We will not give power to the illegitimate Bolsheviks and the Provisional Government!
  Natasha also fired a shell at the ship. She sank the Japanese and sang:
  - God save the king,
  Strong sovereign
  Reign for glory,
  for our glory!
  Reign to the fear of your enemies -
  Orthodox Tsar!
  Reign in glory,
  To our glory!
  The girls were obviously really turned on. They were crushing samurai so hard, it was amazing. And Medvedev was driving his killer underwater tank. It's a pretty cool weapon, actually. It could sink an entire Japanese fleet. That's a mighty force.
  Twelve large armored ships alone, dozens of smaller ones, including cruisers. More than sixty destroyers alone. It will take time to destroy them all.
  Natasha, finishing off another ship, asked Medvedev:
  - Do you think God exists?
  The acting governor grinned and replied:
  - In what sense?
  Natasha sent another shell, finishing off the destroyer, and noted:
  - There are so many versions of religion! There are pagan ones, and monotheistic ones! Sometimes you start to think about it. And you doubt there's a God when there's such a mess in the teachings!
  Alenka split another destroyer and, giggling, remarked:
  - Yes, in this regard, it's hard to believe in the Bible. That God would behave like that. And even play favorites!
  Natasha nodded in agreement:
  - Exactly. To believe that one people is the people of God? That's clearly unworthy of a higher mind!
  Afterwards, the girl began to sink a large-tonnage battleship. The warrior worked.
  And here is Margarita who expressed her opinion:
  - It"s still not clear how it"s possible that a loving God disfigures women like that!
  Natasha was surprised:
  "What do you mean, disfigures?"
  Margarita answered honestly:
  - Yes, it turns them into old women! And what could be more disgusting than an old woman!
  Alenka fired a shell into the cruiser"s belly and declared:
  - For some reason, there are very nasty old women walking around on earth, which is both stupid and terribly ugly!
  Natasha shook her head and supported:
  - And it's unattractive! And it's not aesthetically pleasing!
  The warrior laughed and winked at her partner, as if to say, she's so cool and aggressive.
  Medvedev remarked seriously:
  "Indeed, old age is a very bad thing. It makes people unattractive, weak, and vulnerable. But from an evolutionary perspective, it does have some advantages!"
  Alenka was surprised. Having hit another destroyer, she asked:
  - What advantages could there be in this disgusting state?
  Medvedev answered seriously:
  "It stimulates the development of science and intellect. If humans didn't experience fatigue, there would be no need to invent the automobile. Similarly, the weakness of claws and fangs led to the invention of the knife. Cold times and ice ages taught us how to make fire. Diseases stimulated the development of medicine." The acting president watched as Alenka deftly sank yet another Japanese ship and continued. "In many ways, human weaknesses stimulated science. We couldn't fly, but we created airplanes. And that's progress!"
  Natasha sent another projectile and noted:
  - Progress. But still, when you look at the old woman, it becomes so disgusting. Is it really impossible to get by without human ugliness?
  Alenka agreed with this:
  - Even young people can invent airplanes. But why waste time on damned old age? It's terrible and disgusting!
  Margarita sang out of place:
  - I will not part with the Komsomol! I will be forever young!
  And the girl slammed her fist on the metal.
  Meanwhile, another battleship was sinking.
  The submarine tank continued to sink the Japanese fleet. Admiral Togo himself ended up in the water and was forced to escape by boat. Japan had a large fleet, but was faced with a fundamentally new weapon. And now it was suffering complete defeat.
  Alenka, continuing to sink Japanese ships, bared her teeth, which were very large and sharp, and suggested:
  - That's what I'm thinking. Of course, there should be aesthetics for bodies. And we can't have women becoming unattractive, with flabby skin and hunched bodies.
  Natasha, having sunk yet another destroyer, readily agreed with this:
  - Of course! That's what science is working on!
  Both warriors appeared to be in a very cheerful mood. After all, they were successfully sinking the enemy fleet.
  Aggressive girls are capable of great feats.
  Margarita, meanwhile, expressed her thoughts:
  "Religions also arose out of human weakness. If humans were stronger, there would be no religions. And of course, death and the fear of death lead people to seek solace!"
  Alenka reminded:
  - I took part in a seance and saw something amazing. So spirits do exist!
  Natasha, with a slyness in her voice, noted:
  "There's nothing surprising about the existence of spirits! After all, we fly in our dreams. Which means there must be a soul, and a memory of those flights!"
  Medvedev nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, there is a soul! In this regard, man is unique! And now, maybe, we can have a little fun!
  The Japanese fleet was melting away. The underwater tank was playing the role of killer. Margarita was a little sad. Firstly, she was an extra. And secondly, what's annoying is that you can't see everything very well when you're underwater. Generally speaking, Peter had serious doubts about God. Indeed, why, after the Russians adopted Christianity, did they suffer all sorts of misfortunes? The Mongol-Tatar invasion, and before that, the feudal fragmentation of the princes. Wars between Russians.
  That's when, finally, from the time of Ivan Kalita, the revival of Russia began,
  Muscovy grew stronger. Until, for example, under Ivan III, it finally became a unified, centralized state and threw off the Tatar yoke.
  Yes, of course, Russia was on the rise. Until it stumbled against Japan.
  This marked the end of the history of the monarchy and the Romanov dynasty.
  However, the monarchy is gone, but authoritarianism remains.
  Margarita gently stroked Alenka's back. The girl purred contentedly. She seemed to enjoy it.
  Medvedev logically noted:
  There's nothing wrong with a man loving a girl, or a girl loving a man. It's perfectly natural. But at the same time, people should maintain decorum.
  Margarita objected with displeasure:
  - Let's skip the moralizing. I don't like that!
  The acting president chuckled:
  - And who loves! But we have to face the truth. People, in this regard, are noticeably different from animals!
  Margarita nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, there is a big gap between us!
  Alenka answered sarcastically:
  - You know, I don"t notice much of a difference between you and a monkey!
  Margarita laughed. Meanwhile, Alenka had sunk the last of Japan's twelve battleships. After which, the girl remarked:
  - We've almost finished with the enemy fleet!
  Medvedev chuckled wryly:
  "Yes, you are hard workers! And truly, you are capable of so much! In fact, I love warrior women - they are so sexy!"
  Margarita twisted her body and sang:
  - I seem sexy, like a processor! And I move like a robot - a sonic aggressor!
  After which, the student stroked Alenka a little more boldly. The girl pressed the joystick buttons with her long fingers and looked charming.
  How graceful her movements are.
  Margarita's imagination conjured up a princess walking barefoot to the scaffold. How romantic. And such a redhead. They stripped her of all her jewelry and her expensive dress, leaving only the sackcloth. But the prison uniform further accentuated the charm of her sweet, pleasant, fresh, rose-like face. And her fiery hair. How beautiful a princess walking to her execution.
  And up there, thousands of people are drowning. Ships are breaking apart, the elements are raging.
  And Japan suffers a colossal, unprecedented defeat. So the samurai are forced, it seems, to repent for their sins.
  Margarita wondered, what do the Japanese believe in? What's their religion? They're pagans, after all. But they defeated Orthodox Russia. So, after that, who's God is stronger?
  And the Mongols were pagans, but how many territories they captured.
  Margarita asked Alenka:
  - Tell me, beauty, how do you like Rodnoverie?
  The girl smiled broadly and, having sunk another destroyer, replied:
  - A very good religion! It has such beautiful fairy tales!
  Margarita asked ingratiatingly:
  - Do you think they're just fairy tales? Or maybe all these Russian gods really do exist?
  Alenka shrugged and replied:
  "Maybe elves and dwarves exist! Anything is possible in our world. And it's hard to say what really exists and what doesn't!"
  Medvedev logically noted:
  To some extent, everything in our world exists. All our thoughts, dreams, desires, everything we leave behind. I have a very interesting theory of the Hypernoosphere, in which absolutely everything ever invented by humans exists. That is, thought exists eternally. And it remains in other, parallel worlds.
  Dmitry Medvedev has awakened from his slumber. And has once again taken up his fundamental work-or rather, empire building.
  And again conquests...
  First, assemble a new tank weighing a thousand tons and launch it at enemy positions. No, of course, not just one, but a great many.
  And they're moving through foreign territory. And there are planes with atomic bombs flying above. What if we push the bombs away too? And make them annihilation bombs?
  Dmitry Medvedev is doing just fine.
  And so another country falls at the dictator's heels. And conquests begin. But then comes another enemy. Also a large country... You can even program it. Take the USSR of 1941... An invasion is underway. Medvedev's units have multiplied automatically over many hours of play, and his population already exceeds a billion. Against 196 million. And more modern technology. And soldiers can be churned out endlessly by the barracks.
  Fortunately, electronic resources are inexhaustible. And we must continue to pressure the enemy.
  And tanks weighing a thousand tons, powered by nuclear reactors, are moving across Russia straight to Moscow.
  And it"s practically impossible to leave them - nothing takes them!
  Medvedev directs strategy and hums to himself... Then, he stops the nuclear-powered tanks. And throws the Panther-2 into battle. A vehicle that, incidentally, is still capable of beating a T-34.
  Medvedev plays around, loading up various vehicle parameters... "Panther-2"... How it fires from a distance. And penetrates a Soviet tank.
  You won't be able to penetrate it that easily! Especially in the front, but you can hit the side. The gunfire is intense. And the T-34s are rushing along... And they are dying under the cannon fire...
  The army is on the move again... And combat robots have appeared. They're marching along. And they're shooting down shells with lasers. And they're doing it quite skillfully.
  And virtual girls attack.
  Medvedev watches the strategy game eagerly. A fascinating battle. You play again yourself, or hand it over to a military adviser. And watch the battle unfold.
  They lead their tanks into an offensive.
  Here you can move pyramidal tanks forward, which are less vulnerable and impenetrable from all angles. They move like a steamroller.
  And the girls run barefoot... And shoot along the way.
  Another war. A real toy. And the money keeps coming from the gold wells, never drying up. It's like a game, everything according to plan, without a hitch, and without any natural decline.
  Everything isn't running out, and resources aren't diminishing. Although that seems unlikely.
  Medvedev's call was interrupted. The acting president answered:
  - Hello!
  The head of the presidential administration reported:
  - Are you still in the office, Dmitry Anatolyevich?
  Medvedev responded sharply:
  - Yes! I'm still the president!
  The head of administration reported:
  - Zelensky demands that you leave the residence after the inauguration.
  Medvedev asked with a shudder:
  - And where will I live?
  The head of administration responded:
  - In your apartment! Your power is over and you must vacate all premises!
  Medvedev muttered under his breath:
  - I have a request for the new president - let him leave me the computer!
  The head of administration asked:
  - Give me the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called and I'll ask Zelensky to give me a computer for you!
  Medvedev nodded in agreement:
  - Well, that's possible!
  CHAPTER 7
  And he called his assistant to prepare a decree. On conferring the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called on the head of the administration. The template was ready, and I.O. had already signed off on the duties.
  Then Medvedev started playing again.
  Now his virtual tanks are approaching Moscow and beginning their assault. The city is being attacked by machines weighing two thousand tons.
  However, Medvedev also throws the Rat-5 into the attack; that's a monster, not a tank. Ten thousand tons in weight!
  Troops are approaching the Kremlin... And Stalin is running away. Barefoot girls in bikinis catch him. They grab his nose with their bare toes. And force Stalin to kiss their bare heels.
  Here the troops of the virtual empire are passing Moscow and heading to the Urals...
  They capture him too...
  Medvedev starts to nod off again and dream.
  Margarita asked sarcastically:
  - What about, for example, a more classical division: into heaven and hell?
  Medvedev remarked gloomily:
  "This is most likely a primitive ancient notion of retribution after death. In reality, it's probably a bit more complicated!"
  Natasha exclaimed with delight as she sank one of the last Japanese ships:
  - Cursed and ancient,
  The enemy swears again
  Rub me
  Grind into powder.
  But the angel does not sleep,
  And everything will be alright. And everything will end well!
  The girls finished off the enemy fleet. Medvedev accelerated a tank, pursuing the samurai. Yes, they did a good job here. It's interesting how history can be corrected. Tsarist Russia was a mighty country that was rising to prominence. Although not everyone lived well.
  But the country was on the rise. The workday was shortened. New holidays were established. Local government was established. Wages rose while prices remained stable. Schools opened. Under Tsar Nicholas II, education spending increased more than sixfold. Primary education became compulsory.
  Yes, not everything changed for the better quickly enough, but how much the country lost due to the revolution and civil war? How many intelligent people died and left their homeland? And now, in this part of the universe, there's a chance to prevent something like this from happening.
  The tank, streamlined, glided quickly and silently underwater. And now the last destroyer of the Land of the Rising Sun was sunk.
  Natasha said with delight:
  - Look how smart I am!
  Alenka corrected the girl, clarifying:
  - What great guys we all are! We fought like lionesses!
  Margarita remarked with annoyance:
  - Nothing special! We just had better technology!
  Alenka giggled and replied:
  - But we fired the cannons ourselves!
  Natasha supported her friend:
  - And we did the targeting ourselves too! And that's a keen eye...
  Margarita teased:
  - Crooked hands!
  Natasha laughed and replied:
  - You are a charming girl!
  Margarita stated honestly:
  - I feel sorry for the Japanese. They draw wonderful cartoons. I especially like hentai!
  Alenka burst out laughing and twirled her leg in the air:
  - Hentai, it's cool! Really cool!
  Natasha, with the smile of a girl who has tasted the jam, suggested:
  - Let's maybe kick some fascists' asses too!
  Medvedev nodded with a smile:
  "Good idea. But let's finish off Japan's ground forces first. And help end the war faster. So that fascism never appears in this universe."
  The girls answered in chorus:
  -And it won"t appear, and China will be ours!
  After the Japanese fleet was sunk, the T-95 super tank emerged to the surface.
  Then Medvedev started having all sorts of nonsense in his dreams.
  Warrior Alenka rose to defend Ryazan. Natasha was with her.
  Both girls are lightly armored, holding a saber in each hand. And they have special, thin discs under their feet.
  A huge army of Mongol-Tatars was going to storm.
  Numerous long ladders covered the walls at once. They were varied: made of root planks, or pine logs with crossbars. Heavy ladders with rows of logs were also used. Due to the rapid pace of construction, the ramparts were higher than the Tatars expected; many ladders did not reach the top. The Mongols drove the few captured Urus ahead. The Russians preferred death to the shame of captivity.
  But the Mongols were relentless.
  Ruthlessly pushing with sharpened spears, they forced the exhausted men upward, hoping that the Russians, unwilling to kill their own, would surrender. Or they could sneak onto the ice rampart themselves, protected by prisoners. Some of the prisoners screamed and threw themselves down, sliding down the frozen ice, knocking down the hated nukers, tearing swords from their hands, and then falling hacked to pieces. People quickly scrambled up the ladders; you couldn't tell from what clan or tribe.
  Half-naked, in rags, with clubs in their hands, their backs bloodied. Vaula, the armored man, had already raised his enormous axe when a desperate cry came from below:
  -Don't destroy us, knight, we are our own, Rus!
  Voivode Dikoros jumped up to the wall and shouted:
  -I can smell it, these are ours!
  A desperate cry confirmed it:
  - Wait, don't chop, we're your people! There are no Mughlans among us!
  Very smart Alenka shouted:
  -Whoever crosses himself correctly is one of us!
  - Be baptized, Orthodox people!
  The giant Vaula-Morovin roared with a terrifying voice that made horses jump a mile away.
  Ryazan defenders approved:
  - True! Truly!
  All the walls picked up the chorus:
  -Come on, brothers, make the sign of the cross!
  Hundreds of ragged, blue-faced prisoners, clambering over the rampart, fell, still mechanically crossing themselves. Some immediately picked up stones they had piled up and furiously hurled them at the Mongols. Many Ryazan residents saw Tatars for the first time, and even many of their traditional adversaries, the Kipchaks themselves, had dressed in Mongol clothing.
  The enemies wore long fur coats, so long they got tangled in the hems. The elite nukers wore copper and iron plates on their chests, their backs bare. To intimidate the Urus, many painted their already vicious, effeminate faces with blood.
  But the Urusians didn't waver, meeting the enemy with swords and axes. Vaula's powerful, sweeping blow felled five Mongols at once; a second blow, three more! The other warriors fought just as well. The Tatars clumsily climbed the slippery rampart, unable to properly protect themselves with shields or cut with sabers. When, at the cost of enormous losses, the Mongol army reached the top, they were doused with boiling water and a terrible weapon: burning resin.
  Even women and small children poured scalding water and hurled stones and boulders. Small slingshots with poisoned arrows were especially effective; even a five-year-old child, still unable to draw the taut bowstring with his small hands, could fire them. And missing, firing into such a dense mass, was far more difficult than hitting the target. The assault was clearly stalling, with large numbers of mutilated corpses rolling down.
  Through a skillfully crafted Chinese telescope, Guyuk Khan watched the battle closely. He licked his lips and smacked them, constantly adjusting his fur-lined golden helmet, which stubbornly and annoyingly perched on his forehead. Then, in anger, he tossed the telescope aside.
  "Our warriors are dying! Bring Burundai and the Yellow Serpent to me!"
  The Turgauds rushed to carry out the hereditary Khagan's orders. Guyuk was about to sit down in the carved ivory chair when a hand gently rested on his shoulder.
  - Don't worry, great one! Calm your wild gaze!
  He purred a drawn-out chant, very similar to a woman's voice.
  Güyük Khan felt sleepy, barely able to stay on his feet. Yes, it was him. Once again, like a ghost, the Yellow Serpent appeared before him-the most terrifying man in his army, a hellish demon from distant and impregnable Japan.
  -You!
  The Supreme Khagan's heir pointed stupidly! The yellow serpent continued to spread, sometimes growing, sometimes shrinking:
  "I do! And I see right through you! It's time to temper your anger! Or rather, bring all your reserves into the battle quickly! And I'll help you, brothers, by giving the enemy such a surprise! The signature move, believe me, will be the right one!"
  - Dze, dze, dze! I will throw a select tumen into battle under Burundai's command! Together, you will lead the attack!
  The Japanese man's eyes flashed, baring his large yellow teeth:
  There are no white demons there, I want to kill my equals! Like a true ninja!
  The yellow snake flashed its talisman, a whistle quietly appeared in its mouth, and a trilling melody was heard.
  Güyük thought he was being mocked, but he had neither the strength nor the desire to argue with the ninja sorcerer. At that moment, the Turgauds roughly shoved Burundai aside. Güyük Khan disliked this submissive protégé of Subudai-Baghatur.
  "You leaky wineskin! Don't you see that the best warriors are dying beneath the walls of the Urus capital? Take the Berkut regiment immediately and, crossing the river, cut down the Urus with a blow to the right wall."
  The experienced Burundai dared to object:
  -The ice is not yet strong enough; it will simply burst under the blows of thousands of hooves.
  Unexpectedly, a formidable Japanese man answered for Guyuk.
  "Your concern is commendable. But your efforts are in vain! The magic powder has frozen the river ice stronger than steel! Now, gallop forward, we command you!"
  "The great ninja-batyr knows what he's talking about! Ride faster, if you take the city, I'll give you a herd of horses as a reward!"
  Guyuk Khan shouted, shaking his fingers. Burundai didn't dare argue any further-it would be death. The Mongol and his flock of furry horsemen vanished from sight. Suddenly, a shadow loomed, a roaring sound swept overhead, and a powerful blast blew the helmet off the hereditary Khagan.
  - Harakiri! Here comes the Butterfly! Now the Urus will get a poultice.
  A giant dragon hovered above the surface, its golden wings blowing away snowdrifts, and tongues of flame poured from its three predatory mouths.
  -Wonderful mongoose!
  Guyuk didn"t even have time to get scared:
  -He is capable of burning down all of Ryazan.
  -Not the whole thing, but it will set the wall on fire. Forward, my little Godzilla!
  Medvedev's wonderful dream continued. The acting president possessed a colossal imagination.
  A mighty dragon, with a wingspan of fifty meters, soared into the air. The Mongols and their accompanying shamans howled furiously. The tumen, commanded by Burundai, darted onto the ice, several horses tripped, and were immediately trampled along with their riders by the furious iron mass. The three-headed monster, meanwhile, swooped gracefully toward the wall. Dikoros realized the danger of an aerial attack before the others. Well, of course, he didn't want to reveal his trump cards prematurely, but to save the city, he would have to use a weapon unknown until then. The winged monster faced a mechanical monster, vaguely resembling a cross between a spider and a steel centipede. Smoke was already rising from the steam boiler. Well done, those young men who stoked the coal in advance.
  The steam catapult is a masterful combination of locomotive technology, a winch, multi-armed ballistas, and even... a musical snuffbox. And this beast, forged from hardened steel, could hurl any projectile at almost the speed of a machine gun, up to two miles away. The warrior girls were the first in the world to conceive of adapting a piston engine for projectile launching. Dikoros personally pulled the lever, and a skillfully forged chain belt began to move, inserting stones into the rapidly rotating blades.
  Since the Tatars were charging in a tight formation, there were almost no misses; in fact, every hefty boulder bounced off, knocking down several charging horsemen. The only downside was the aiming scale was weak; you could hit the Mongols, but try hitting a flying dragon! The three-headed monster turned its heads and opened wide, fanged, diamond-like maws.
  The escaping flames flew past the rampart and struck the houses. Screams and screams were heard, several half-blind women ran down the street, and houses burst into flames with unnatural speed. Fortunately, sand and heavy barrels of water, as well as fire crews, were on hand. Some houses, especially those close to the wall, were covered with fire-resistant asbestos. Under the combined pressure, the predatory volcano turned pale and, losing its strength, turned into wisps of pale smoke.
  But the dragon clearly refused to give up. Breaking out of its dive, it turned with the grace of an overloaded stormtrooper and unleashed another torrent of fire. The Tatars had already reached the wall, so the raging flames struck them too. The fearsome Burundai was among the casualties; his luxurious clothing caught fire, and he rushed back with the roar of a wounded boar. The Russian soldiers were also hit, and part of the ice visibly melted, revealing earth and logs. Dikoros's clothes were smoldering, but Antonov, a soldier standing on the wall, managed to pour a bucket of water on him, and steam billowed from his red-hot chainmail.
  -What a devilish obsession, it"s a pity that cool Alenka can"t see us!
  The dragon turned again and attempted a third circle. Magus Savely flicked his fingers and managed to launch a small fireball, striking the dragon's middle head. The small explosion didn't cause any significant damage to the three-headed monster, but it did knock it slightly off course, causing the dragon to fire prematurely, sending a fiery whirlwind crashing into the towering ranks of nukers. Again, frantic howls erupted, and some of the Tatars retreated. It was then that Dikoros noticed a tall young woman, deftly wielding two double-edged swords. With inhuman speed, she slashed at her opponents, delivering terrifying blows with her legs, elbows, and even her head, fluttering like a butterfly.
  Only one, or rather two people, could have caused such devastation:
  -Juliana! Red-haired angel, is that you?!
  -You can smell the flowers with your nose! From a height of three meters!
  Alenka responded with a laugh. The warrior girl, with the speed of a crazed cheetah, flew up the rampart, leaving barely noticeable bloody marks on the wall.
  - Don't talk, it's all clear! We must extinguish the winged torch!
  Alenka whistled wildly as the dragon, leveling its flight, began its fourth circle. A warrior standing nearby prompted her:
  -Use the catapult, Alenka, knock him down with a boulder.
  The warrior girl barked menacingly.
  -I know better what to use!
  Alenka instantly grabbed three skillfully forged chains. This was also the warrior girls' idea: connect two or three small stones, fire two or more ballistas, and an entire line would be mown down and mangled. Turning the steam catapult, Alenka leaped onto the blade and kicked the trigger. She was thrown high into the air, and already in flight, the warrior girl waved her arms, skillfully spinning her swords, directing the swift movement, and managed to land on the dragon's spiked back. The monster shuddered and tried to throw off the brazen girl rider, but the skillfully woven chains engulfed its enormous jaws-the formidable monster was now fully mounted.
  "Why do you need three heads? Is one missing? They're full of holes, so I'll chain them up so the last of their brains don't fall out!"
  The warrior girl laughed at her own clumsy joke. The dragon suddenly gained altitude, then performed a loop of the neck, the muscles beneath its skin twitching as the monster desperately struggled to dislodge its uninvited rider. Hot currents of air swept over its colossal body, and the serpent hurtled like a stone launched from a catapult, or more likely a meteor. The atmospheric wave knocked the Tatars off their tracks.
  Alenka cooed:
  -Not impressive!
  The acting president's slumber continued. Mr. Medvedev had fallen apart a little, perhaps even from grief.
  Indeed, what was a twitching dragon to the Terminator girl, as she underwent extreme stress in twelve variable planes, accelerating to one hundred and fifty times the Earth's gravity and then immediately diving into zero gravity, then again reaching the sublethal limit of stress? Any representative of flora and fauna is a worm compared to this product of genetic engineering.
  The monster attempted to turn its head, its enormous jaws clanking horribly. The warrior girl slashed with her legendary sword, aiming for its most sensitive spot-its nostril. The first blow was flat, and silver beads flew out of the nostril, sparkling like pearls in the sun.
  -You have beautiful snot, they say that a dragon can defecate gold.
  The snake struck with its flame. In response, the beautiful and nimble Alenka slashed with the tip. The blow was sharp and precise, the blade reddened slightly, and cherry-ruby dewdrops emerged from her enormous nose. They froze mid-flight, intertwining into a wondrous pattern.
  The girl laughed:
  - Cool, come on, repeat the trick!
  The monster was already twitching, but it continued to gain altitude, and the capital city of Ryazan grew smaller and smaller. Now it was a wagon wheel, now a saucer, and now the size of a poppy seed, finally hidden behind the clouds. A black sky, dotted with bright stars, flashed; they climbed into the stratosphere, and it became difficult to breathe, a chill of vacuum wafted across their faces. Although the legendary Alenka is no ordinary person, she cannot survive without air. But apparently the dragon is also restless; the reptile is convulsing, suffocating, and so they have to lower their altitude. She clearly has no desire to repeat Ruslan's feat of holding onto Chernomorets's beard for three days and three nights. A phrase from a children's website flashes through her mind, and for some reason she really wants to repeat it.
  And the warrior girl says:
  -You and I are of the same blood!
  The dragon seemed to grasp the meaning, shuddered, and paused its flight. Then it began to slowly descend.
  The beautiful and muscular warrior said:
  -You think correctly, my winged brother! Together we will achieve results!
  Below, a veritable massacre was raging; the Mongols were already retreating from the walls, and the magnificent Natasha decided the perfect moment had arrived to strike. Well done, brave girl, you can see her immediately; where she passed, a bloody path remains, thickly paved with corpses. Not only her legs and arms, but also Natasha's two long braids pierced with daggers of hardened steel woven into chains.
  Alenka said to herself, stamping her foot:
  "I'll definitely make myself some gear like that! Now, let's warm up the Mughlans!"
  Wild flames erupted from their tinned throats like a triple volcano. The Tatars were packed too tightly, and hundreds of them were roasted by the hellish fire pouring from their mouths. The horses were especially terrified, though most of them had already been knocked off their feet by a sudden blow to the back; only Guyuk Khan's personal guard of a thousand remained under saddle. The eruption continued, sweeping hundreds upon hundreds of fighters into a fiery hurricane with a single volley. The yellow serpent, his eyes narrowed, watched the return of his little dragon.
  The fighter from the east roared:
  "Traitor! You, dragonkind, always betray and serve the strongest!"
  Enraged, the ninja sorcerer attempted to strike down the daring rider, hurling pulsars at machine-gun speed. The young warrior, Alena, grinned and sang loudly:
  - With fire water - knock back a glass! You're a tough outsider - you were spitting out flames!
  What a girl she is - cheerful, with a sense of humor. And she's not afraid of fiery pulsars.
  Alena easily shot them down, using the legendary weapon and occasionally directing the beast at enemy units. A reusable flamethrower with wings, better than a hundred horse-drawn mechanical ones.
  Perhaps even this is cooler than a stormtrooper, and where does it get so much fuel without running out of fuse? I'll have to study this monster in my spare time and create a new, previously unseen weapon! Arrows bounce off the thick, iridescent armored skin like millet, shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow. Hits only momentarily change its coloring: ruby-red becomes lilac-violet. Purple-sapphire, conversely, turns into scarlet-orange, golden-yellow, emerald-green. It's very beautiful, but in the heat of a bloody battle, there's no time to enjoy this magical spectacle.
  Meanwhile, the Russian warriors and the White Legion, formed by the girls, had already cut down most of the Mongol army. It became especially terrifying when the mechanical flamethrowers came into play; no army could withstand such a double blow. Another minute, and a disorderly rout would begin. The yellow serpent hesitated for a moment.
  Batu's order was understandable: to kill the hereditary Khagan in the confusion, but the price was too low. No, he would kill him later, but for now he would lead him out from under the slashing Russian swords:
  -Let's move away, Khagan, I'll cover you!
  "What about the three-headed mongoose? I won't let him torment my army!"
  The ninja snapped his finger and sparks flew:
  "I can cast a complex spell and he'll return to his world, but then I won't be able to summon him for seven years! There is, though! A spell on the level of Hale!"
  -How is that?
  Guyuk's fat and puffy face, precocious for his age, lengthened. The ninja killer explained:
  - And so! If I kill his white mongoose, then the dragon will be mine, if he kills me, then his!
  The Japanese sorcerer whispered a long mantra, and the talisman flashed brighter than the sun. Carried away by the thrill of destruction, barefoot Alenka suddenly felt the lithe, sleek back of the powerful and now docile monster disappear beneath her. She found herself in mid-air, plummeting with the speed of a stone. The fall was unpleasant, but not fatal. Breaking through a meter-thick snowdrift, the warrior-terminator fell upon the Mongols with the fury of a wounded boar. The last organized resistance collapsed, and the pitiful remnants of the vast army fled en masse.
  The beautiful girls, barefoot Alenka and Natasha, literally competed to exterminate the disoriented nukers. Guyuk Khan, meanwhile, had become virtually invisible, his greyhound breaking all racetrack records, and the hereditary Khagan was thinking only of his own life.
  - No, he's not a samurai! A pathetic coward. It's a shame to serve such a Mikado!
  The ninja barked.
  The yellow serpent drew two mighty katanas, crossed them, and yanked them sharply. A sparkling pink ball emerged from the blades. A magical homing pulsar, it swiftly soared toward the beautiful, half-naked Alenka.
  The Terminator warrior managed to notice the movement and cut down the fiery clot in mid-flight. A small explosion scattered like lightning bolts, scattering a dozen or so Mongols:
  -It's the devil! Samurai of the underworld!
  The Yellow Serpent shouted. The ninja was about to rush toward the bloody, bare-heeled Alenka when a simple thought occurred to him. "If he doesn't kill this powerful fighter immediately, the blonde terminator Natasha will join her, and then the consequences will be catastrophic. Especially since she's subdued the dragon, and only a very powerful warrior can subdue the great serpent."
  The ninja hissed:
  - I'm running away, birds! I'm leaving to come back!
  The yellow serpent, unfurling its white cloak, burrowed into the snow. Then, gasping for breath, it began to whisper a spell of movement.
  Barefoot Alenka continued her furious pursuit, and the tough Natasha kept close behind. Despite the ferocity of the fight, they never lost sight of the royal tent of the hereditary Khagan.
  -He'll run away, let's catch the leader!
  A barefoot Alenka suggested. Natasha threw the discus with her bare foot and responded casually, continuing to level the fleeing Mongols with swift swings.
  "But why? We'll only give Batyga extra joy, and it's too humane. A sword kills easily, but a jihangir will simply rip off his skin."
  Alenka, having cut down four with one swing, laughed.
  "If he doesn't break Batu's horns himself! Are we going to chase them all the way to the camp, or what?"
  Natasha giggled and said:
  - Batu has really shit his pants, and the fewer Mughlans that survive, the better!
  The Terminator girls quickened their pace, reminiscent of a game of tag. The nukers desperately lashed at their horses, tearing their sides until they bled. With desperate efforts, they managed to slightly pull away from the Uru horsemen, but there was no escaping those engineered to be faster than a cheetah!
  Upon waking, Dmitry Anatolyevich Medvedev did some exercises and turned on the television. Zelensky's victory was celebrated with nationwide celebrations and jubilation. The people genuinely rejoiced at the changes.
  Everyone wanted a new, more free life. Zelensky's inauguration was approaching, and he would assume full power. This, too, sparked enthusiasm and inspiration. It seemed like everything would change, and it would be better than yesterday. The Slavs would find unity, and the Cold War would end-like the authoritarian nightmare of the Putin era.
  And they already sang beautiful songs about Zelensky... Everyone wanted something new and wonderful.
  Zelensky himself announced that his first decree would abolish parliamentary immunity and also tame the oligarchs. Zelensky also promised to significantly raise taxes on the rich. "There's no reason for them to get fat!"
  In fact, a lot was planned, including the massive construction of a railway from Arkhangelsk to Chukotka, and then an underground tunnel under Alaska.
  Isn't Zelensky a tsar? His projects are grandiose. And in the US, power will soon change, and a new generation of politicians will emerge. They, too, want change.
  And now Zelensky is getting going...
  Before the computer was taken away, Medvedev entered the game...
  Now that we've conquered the USSR, we can clash with the US. But first, let's eliminate the laser missile defense system; the empire has that capability. War against the US - 2008! The invasion begins from Chukotka to Alaska.
  There is a real struggle going on.
  The Abrams battles the Panther-7 tank. The new vehicle is no longer heavy, but rather sophisticated. And it demonstrates its absolute class.
  And he's crushing the Yankees... Medvedev grew a bit bored with the war, and he handed over control to a military adviser of Rokossovsky's caliber. And he himself began to rule...
  For example, building something... New temples, each dedicated to seven religions. Or even new TV towers. And building a pyramid would be cool, too. One and a half kilometers high. That would really be amazing!
  Medvedev is also raising living standards. He's not just churning out military factories.
  We could make televisions, refrigerators, computers, and laptops. We could build production and flex our military muscle. But we're already overpowering the US... The empire already has a population of over two and a half billion and can easily wage war against the US. Medvedev grins and sings:
  - I am the true hurricane of all centuries! The one that will bring mass death!
  And he's putting pressure on America again. There's already an exchange of nuclear strikes. The battle is escalating.
  CHAPTER 8
  Oh, let's push the units again. And how we strike! Here come the infantrywomen. All barefoot and in bikinis. And how the Yankees jab with bayonets, and how they throw grenades with bare feet. There's genuine energy in them. And everything shimmers, like balls of mercury running under tanned skin. These girls love to kill - these are girls!
  And they sing to themselves:
  We are dashing Komsomol girls,
  We have Tsar Medvedev, a very wise Tsar...
  And of course we have a loud voice,
  If any undertaking goes well, go for it!
  And again, like throwing grenades with his bare toes. These girls are literally super. And they crush the Yankees, capturing Alaska. And they sing to themselves:
  "Evil she-wolves form a pack! Only then will the race survive! The weak perish, they are killed - to purify the sacred blood!"
  And the girls rush into the attack, baring their teeth. And against the Americans, there are also Tiger-7s-what incredible power. And there's no stopping such monsters!
  The Tiger-7 is a special high-pressure cannon with a muzzle velocity of 2,500 meters per second. And once it hits, nothing can protect you from it. And the Ambrams run in all directions. And it blows off their turrets.
  And the girl forces the soldiers to kneel and kiss their bare feet.
  The Americans surrender again. And Medvedev's army troops are approaching New York. And the city is already under attack. It is being captured without ceremony.
  Medvedev thinks of himself as a great commander: after all, he took New York.
  And one could say he is the greatest of the invaders. And then there is Washington.
  And the Americans surrender. The US President fell on his face and began kissing the girls' bare feet. First one, then the other, in turn.
  So I kissed a whole battalion of barefoot girls. Now that's a battle - super!
  Medvedev chuckles... So he conquered America, too. But Putin couldn't handle something like that!
  This is truly a battle - super! And then on to Mexico.
  And again, the captures... And the girls make the Mexicans kneel, and they kiss their bare heels. And they roar:
  - Glory to the beauties!
  Yes, a computer can display large, color images of girls with bare feet being kissed by prisoners. And it's such a thrill.
  Here they are again leading prisoners - this time black ones. And they, too, are kissing the girls' bare feet.
  And there are also pyramidal tanks crawling along...
  The girls are moving, and there are so many of them... After all, you can churn out young ones from resources. And choose to have all the units be girls in bikinis. And it's so beautiful.
  They are mostly redheads and blondes.
  And they conquer one country after another. Such tough warriors. Empires fall under their bare feet.
  Medvedev plays with pleasure... And even whistles something under his breath.
  And how a hydrogen bomb explodes! Monstrous barbarity! And an entire city, as if licked by a cow's tongue. And how much more radiation! And barefoot girls run through radioactive dust. And their bare heels burn.
  Medvedev plays like a python swallowing another territory.
  Here is another power conquered in the virtual world, and the flag is dropped.
  The tanks are now new, with active armor and ceramics. Multilayered and effective.
  And the aircraft carriers are modern, and quite appropriate. And how the planes start firing from them.
  Medvedev, as we can see, is a very smart acting president.
  So, now we're talking about drone development. And that's cool. And also, disc-shaped flying machines. Now, UFOs are coming into play. And then, pyramidal tanks.
  US President Trump, a bright mind, ordered a vehicle made invulnerable and impenetrable from all angles. Thus, a mastodon-like, low-pyramid-shaped vehicle was born. And this vehicle demonstrated excellent protection, especially against kinetic projectiles.
  And now, this tank has proven so successful that it's impenetrable, and it's still in service with the US. It's even been nicknamed the Trump Tank.
  And sometimes madness takes hold of people when they see that the car is impenetrable.
  Medvedev is fighting an unequal battle, and his machines have already taken another virtual capital, turning it into a pile of ruins and boiling craters.
  But even this isn't enough for the robot girl. She begins developing a new generation of weapons: an annihilation bomb. And this bomb is four hundred times more powerful than a hydrogen bomb. So if it hits, you won't even be able to collect the ashes!
  And the war is already moving into space.
  Medvedev is using ships made of a new alloy stronger and lighter than titanium. Both starships fly into space, and combat robots fight. Many different models are already in the underground factories.
  And so the last empire on the planet falls. And what happens next? Now off to deep space!
  The era of star wars begins.
  Medvedev figures this out and vigorously types on the keyboard. Or he could use his fingers or his thoughts.
  The acting president is acting wisely and building himself a space fleet. And the battle continues.
  An even more powerful thermoquark bomb, the annihilation bomb, is being developed. It's a hundred thousand times more powerful than the annihilation bomb.
  And so the ships take to the skies. And they capture the planet's satellites. And then the neighboring systems. They do it extremely quickly.
  And the acting president produces terminators in the game. Here's a heroic terminator. Here's time travel, albeit limited.
  Medvedev squeaked:
  - People stamp their feet on the ground, what with their boots! Which is both stupid and terribly ugly!
  And Medvedev felt much happier. "Oh, children, how wonderful you are. Especially if you've become space warriors."
  Here's a star-studded battle unfolding. And serious exchanges of blows, where trivial blows to the gut are thrown. More precisely, this is figurative thinking.
  Medvedev continues to attack:
  - My starships are deadly!
  And he appoints new space commanders in his place. A fight is a fight.
  Here's Medvedev commanding his commanders. Here's the enemy coalition mounting its assault. When such a vast armada approaches, it's terrifying; from a distance, it seemed like a multicolored, sparkling nebula. And each spark was a demon summoned by the magic of a necromancer. Over twelve and a half million military spaceships of all primary classes, plus an endless swarm of smaller "mosquito nets," and with reinforcements constantly arriving, their numbers approached two hundred million. The front stretched for a couple of parsecs; on such a scale, even flagship ultra-battleships looked like grains of sand in the Sahara Desert.
  A decisive battle is approaching: the Army of Medvedev's space empire against the multifaceted "Coalition of Total Salvation," which has decided, instead of its constant tactic of eternally delayed defense, to strike a blow against the fleet of the cruel aggressor.
  There are so many ships here, with a stunning variety, though in most cases it only hinders effective combat. For example, there's a starship shaped like a harpsichord, or a harp with long barrels instead of strings, or even a double bass with a World War II tank turret. This might impress the faint of heart, but it's more likely to evoke laughter than fear.
  Their adversary is an empire aspiring to be a universal power. Medvedev's great space emirate, where everything is put to the service of war, the main slogan being efficiency and expediency.
  Unlike the coalition's, the acting president's starships differ only in size. Their shape, however, is practically identical: they resemble very predatory-looking deep-sea fish. Perhaps with one exception: they resemble thick, shimmering steel daggers-grapplers.
  The stars in this part of space are not scattered too densely across the sky, but they are colorful and unique in their range of light.
  For some reason, looking at these luminaries, a sad feeling arises, as if you are looking into the eyes of angels who condemn the living beings of the universe for their vile, truly savage behavior.
  The acting president's army was in no hurry to meet them; only isolated mobile units, taking advantage of their superior speed, swiftly attacked the enemy, inflicted damage, and retreated. In response, they attempted to meet them with barrage fire, but, being more agile and with superior protection, they were far more effective.
  Cruisers and destroyers, seemingly insignificant in the cosmic scale, exploded like detonating mines. But then they managed to bring down even the big game. One of the coalition's enormous battleships was hit, billowing thick smoke and warping, and panic erupted aboard the colossal starship like a fire in a dry forest.
  The aliens, resembling jerboas with pincers instead of tails, scatter in terror, screeching and jumping hysterically. Among them are smaller creatures, resembling hybrids of bears and ducks. Their beaks twist in wild terror, quacking, flying apart, and then their feathers catch fire. One of the bear ducks flipped upside down, its head stuck in a fire hose. Foam gushed straight into its throat, its belly instantly ruptured, and the bird's carcass burst, spraying blood and the remnants of its smoky flesh.
  The jerboas are burning and rushing toward the rescue modules, but it seems the system offering them a glimmer of hope for survival is hopelessly damaged. Their general, Tail-Cockroach, lets out a hysterical squeal:
  - O gods of the squaring of the universal circle, by...
  Before they could finish speaking, the flames engulfed his hapless excellency. The intelligent rodent's flesh disintegrated into elementary particles.
  The battleship burned out, belching out air bubbles into the vacuum, and then exploded, shattering into a multitude of fragments.
  Medvedev, having had his fill of playing around, issued a couple more orders. He posthumously awarded Novodvorskaya the Hero of Russia medal. He ordered Oleg Rybachenko to be awarded every order and medal in Russia. He also presented the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called to Donald Trump. After which, Medvedev fell asleep again... No one disturbed him for the time being.
  After such a feat, Alenka was noticeably more cheerful. So was her team.
  Margarita was the first to speak:
  - Let's finish off Japan at sea and finish them off on land!
  Alenka warmly supported this idea:
  - Of course! Why allow more Russian soldiers to die!
  Natasha also spoke out:
  "Kuropatkin is an extremely indecisive commander. So it's not a given that he'll be able to win, even taking into account the Japanese's weakening during the assault on Port Arthur!"
  Medvedev summed it up decisively:
  - We're attacking! This is our chance, and Russia's chance!
  After which, the powerful and ultra-modern tank began to move. Yes, Japan is having a bad day. And they will often curse the moment they ever thought of going to war with Russia.
  The tank moved toward the Japanese troops. Alenka said with delight:
  "I had such a wonderful dream. It was as if Natasha and I were defending Ryazan from Batu Khan's hordes."
  Margarita perked up:
  - Was I in a dream?
  Alenka shook her head:
  - No! You weren't there!
  The girl groaned with annoyance:
  - What a pity!
  Barefoot Alenka laughed and remarked:
  - You could only hinder us! But Natasha and I were so cool!
  The blonde girl asked with surprise:
  - Were they cool?
  Barefoot Alenka readily confirmed:
  - Yes, very cool! And I even rode a dragon!
  Natasha laughed and replied:
  - You were very beautiful on the dragon!
  Alenka readily confirmed:
  - It's like a fairy tale! Where there are dragons, and elves, and all that glamorous stuff!
  Margarita answered with sincere feeling:
  - You're still very beautiful even without the dragon! You're a real fairy, a true wonder!
  Alenka confidently stated:
  - I will defeat everyone! With or without dragons!
  And the warrior showed her fist.
  The Russian tank was the first to attack the Japanese, who were stationed at the walls of Port Arthur. There were still quite a few of them. The artillery began to fire. The formidable tank's 152-millimeter cannon and eight deadly machine guns responded. Once again, hundreds of samurai were mown down.
  Machine guns - "Dragons" - are a real killer. Five thousand bullets per minute - a real beast.
  The Japanese fell, pierced, torn to shreds, their skulls shattered. Their stomachs burst, and their bodies bounced, thrown up by the crushing blasts of fire.
  High-explosive fragmentation shells with shaped-charge fillings also exploded. They were excellent for both firing at infantry and penetrating the bottoms of ships.
  These are the Terminator girls, and the professor is a real genius. So they started thrashing the samurai.
  Barefoot Alenka exclaimed:
  - Long live the Russian spirit!
  Natasha, pressing the joystick button with her bare toes, sent a shower of bullets, and continued:
  - And our Tsar, Nicholas II!
  Barefoot Alenka continued to fire shell after shell. Every three seconds, a lethal one would fly. And the Japanese batteries would fall silent. And the yellow-skinned soldiers would perish in large numbers.
  Natasha, having mowed down several lines of samurai, supported:
  - The anthem of the Motherland sings in our hearts.
  Barefoot Alenka, continuing to spit out projectiles with lethal fillings, which are much more powerful than plastic explosives, continued:
  - There is no one more beautiful in the whole universe.
  Natasha, firing mercilessly at the Japanese with her bare toes, added:
  - Squeeze the knight"s machine gun tighter.
  Barefoot Alenka, crushing the samurai, finished:
  - Die for God-given Russia!
  The girls really are amazing! Magnificent beauties. You look at them and admire them. But for the Japanese, it was pure death. The tank rolled through the batteries. Knocked out the gun crews. It did it very, very quickly. Then it rolled through the trenches. Mowed down many of them too. Well, not many, but practically everyone. The annihilation was total. Here, of course, everything happened automatically. That's how they destroyed the Japanese.
  Alenka, with a laugh, noticed, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare tanned toes:
  - We are more executioners than warriors!
  Natasha giggled and agreed:
  - Executioners of freedom, genius and glory!
  And again it shoots streams. And knocks out the samurai with wild force.
  Margarita, who also shot accurately with her bare feet, sensibly remarked:
  - There will be fewer gays, and Japan will have a shortage of men!
  Barefoot Alenka burst out laughing and struck again with a projectile:
  - Beware of women! Women, beware!
  This is truly the kind of girl who bounces off shells, shrapnel, and any bullets. In any case, this girl is a real Terminator.
  Natasha took it and sang:
  - Legions are marching,
  Their bayonets are shining.
  There are millions behind us,
  O Russian regiments!
  No one will stop,
  No one will interrupt...
  The move opens up to something new,
  Let's fly faster!
  And again, it rains down on the enemy. And doesn't give them a hundredth of an ampere.
  Barefoot Alenka, throwing out shells with the monotony of a woodpecker, hissed, having just sung mockingly:
  - One, strike, two strikes, he's staggering.
  Natasha, firing, confirmed the song:
  - One blow, two blows, he's down!
  Cool Alenka energetically supported:
  - One board, two boards - a coffin is being built.
  Barefoot Natasha, continuing to fire and knocking out the enemy with machine gun bursts, hissed:
  - One shovel, two shovel - a hole is dug!
  And the warrior winked with her sapphire eyes. She really is so lovely.
  Barefoot Alenka surveyed the positions. The tank was working quickly, and practically nothing remained of General Nogi's army. It looked like the commander himself had been killed. We were finishing off the last Japanese from the siege army.
  Medvedev logically noted:
  "Look at what technology has come to! Four men killed over eighty-five thousand Japanese in just a few hours."
  Half-naked Alenka, grinning evilly, remarked:
  - We must destroy the rest too! Leave no one behind!
  Natasha sang, firing at the last thousands of samurai:
  - No, the mountains will not be golden, we will soon destroy all the enemies of Rus'!
  Cool Margarita added:
  - No, it's not hemorrhoids, you'd better bury the enemy!
  Having decimated General Nogi's army, the Terminator girls temporarily climbed out of the tank and ran barefoot through the snow. It's already winter.
  They've already destroyed over one hundred and fifty thousand infantry. And then there's the Japanese fleet. Nevertheless, over two hundred and fifty thousand Japanese still stand against General Kuropatkin's army.
  Medvedev emerged from his nap with a sluggish head. He walked around for a bit. Then he played on the computer again... Star Wars is great... But something just didn't work out...
  Medvedev began replaying the new strategy. He turned on a historical game: Russia during the reign of Nicholas II. And the war with Japan. Such a brutal war. He could deploy the strategy and churn out forces on the computer.
  Medvedev played at an easy level, but missed a hit from the Japanese and suffered heavy losses. We need to slow down our buildup. Let's reset.
  And again you play for yourself... As it turns out, the acting president in Kuropatkin's place isn't exactly shining... There are always some kind of glitches and mistakes.
  Medvedev then turned on the military adviser, and things started to improve... And then he himself dozed off in his chair.
  Beautiful Alenka , slapping her bare feet, asked Natasha:
  - How do you feel, killing so many people?
  The blonde girl answered honestly:
  - I don't know! It feels like a computer game! I don't feel any rage, or anger, or any particular joy!
  Barefoot Alenka giggled with annoyance:
  - This is war!
  Natasha spun into a somersault, her red, round heels flashing. She's a remarkable girl, capable of achieving a great deal without much effort. And by hook or by crook.
  The girls ran through the snow. Their bodies were so expressive. Their breasts were large, their hips were luxurious, like a horse's croup, their muscles were defined. They looked like mighty beauties. They exuded true feminine strength. So much grace. And their legs-muscles rippled beneath their tanned skin.
  They came across three Japanese scouts.
  The girls spun around in somersaults. And with their bare heels, they kicked the samurai in the chins. They actually broke their jaws. And knocked out all their teeth. After which, the girls sang:
  - The greatness of the Russians was recognized by the planet,
  We are rushing confidently upward.
  We are loved and appreciated by all nations of the world,
  The whole country is marching towards communism!
  And again the beauties winked their emerald eyes. They looked so combative. The warriors were active. And then they started running again.
  Barefoot Alenka jumped up, spun the pinwheel in the air, and noticed:
  - We're so cool. We could conquer the whole world!
  Natasha giggled and replied:
  - Empress of planet Earth -
  This is really cool!
  And the two girls winked at each other. Then they rushed back. Indeed, every day of war was costing the treasury of Tsarist Russia too much. And it was time to finish off the Japanese quickly.
  Medvedev greeted the girls with a radiant smile:
  - Well, have you had enough running?
  Barefoot Alenka said with a grin:
  - We've run around and are ready for battle!
  Natasha remarked aggressively:
  - We'll kill them all!
  Medvedev waved his hand and ordered:
  - Then, let's go!
  Barefoot Alenka laughed and replied:
  - Our four are the deadliest in the world!
  Natasha objected to this, stamping her bare foot:
  - Not in the world, but in the universe!
  And the powerful, aggressive, and lethal tank charged at full speed. There were still over two hundred and fifty thousand Japanese ahead. But there were enough shells for a billion soldiers!
  Girls, a professor, and a student-that's a team that will crush everyone and twist them into a ram's horn. And the tank flies towards the Japanese troops. It rushes menacingly. It wants to break everyone.
  Barefoot Alenka sang with delight:
  The vastness of Russia - beautiful, dear,
  Where is the pearl of the snows, the crystal of the boundless rivers,
  And the Russian soldier and the general are one.
  Holy is the symbol of the state - the Orthodox eagle, our king!
  And so the fast tank practically took off. It streaked past like a jet fighter. And found itself facing the Japanese. The universal cannon and dragon machine guns began working again. The girls set to work with great zeal. Without further ado.
  Alenka fired the gun with her bare toes, knocking out the Japanese and singing:
  - Glory to my Rus', Stalin and Lenin, one family!
  And the red-haired devil sparkles with her emerald eyes. And the way she fucks the samurai. You'll be amazed.
  And Natasha isn't giving in either. She's thrashing the Japanese.
  And sings:
  - Don't slow down on the turns. Our destiny, girls, is to win!
  The warrior was in perfect shape. And so swift, raining fire on the enemy.
  And bare toes press the joystick button.
  Half-naked Alenka, firing, remarked:
  - There are two problems in Russia...
  Margarita interrupted her here:
  - If only there were two!
  Barefoot Alenka, firing, happily agreed:
  - Yes, if only two!
  Natasha, shooting, laid down hundreds of Japanese, and then she sang:
  - In two, in two winters. In two, in two springs!
  Barefoot Alenka, firing, added:
  - I'll finish off the Japanese and come back!
  Natasha giggled and replied:
  - Port Arthur is ours! And we won't let anyone take our Manchuria!
  And the warrior once again thrashed the samurai. The Russians will not lose to the Japanese. This proves once again how invincible Russia is!
  Barefoot Alenka tore apart the radiator and cooed:
  - May Rus' be famous in the most distant lands and centuries!
  Natasha also croaked:
  - And no force will stop us!
  And she destroyed a couple thousand more samurai. Then the tank moved forward, and the harvest continued.
  Margarita, looking at this, expressed her opinion:
  - If the war is won so brilliantly, what will Russia do next?
  Medvedev watched the girls deftly mow down the Japanese and suggested:
  There will be war, either with the Germans or the British! But in any case, the battle with the Land of the Rising Sun will not be the last!
  Alena, having destroyed another battery, declared:
  - We'll give it to the Germans so badly, we'll give it to them so badly that they won't know what hit them!
  Natasha, crushing the samurai, added:
  - And Hitler will have no one to recruit into the Wehrmacht!
  Alenka, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes, declared aggressively:
  - It's such a shame for the Aryans. So many handsome white guys died!
  Natasha agreed with this, nodding sadly:
  - Yes, so many good people died! And for what!
  The girl hit the Japanese and noticed.
  - And the Japanese are a good nation, but we're forced to fight them! Although that's not so good either!
  Margarita logically noted:
  - And what about animals? Don't they kill each other? And man is just a higher order of animal!
  Medvedev chuckled and objected:
  "Unlike animals, humans have a soul! And their soul is truly unique and immortal! So, we and animals are a world apart!"
  Margarita objected to this:
  - What about monkeys? They also have a high level of intelligence. One of them knows three and a half thousand words!
  The acting president responded:
  - But they are our relatives!
  Barefoot Alenka fired at the Japanese and sang:
  - I'm a monkey! I'm also a human!
  Natasha, mowing down the samurai, cooed:
  - Don't walk around like monkeys for a whole century!
  The supertank continued to mow down the Japanese. And why not? It really is a crazy beast, after all.
  which fires forty thousand bullets per minute. And its armor is impenetrable to virtually any projectile. And not just those from the early twentieth century.
  Barefoot Alenka, shooting, aggressively declared:
  - Tsar Nicholas did a lot for Russia, but he remained unappreciated and undervalued!
  Natasha, pouring fire on the Japanese, agreed:
  - That's true! The Tsar was killed. Father was forced to step down! But what's gotten better?
  Barefoot Alenka fired the cannon and added:
  - It's gotten even worse! And even more vile people have come to power!
  Natasha giggled, hit the Japanese and declared:
  - So let's fight for a better future! And for Russia's freedom!
  Half-naked Alenka, firing, said:
  - For changes and victories!
  Then she showed her fist. She's a girl who can do things like that. Even samurai wouldn't be able to get away with it. And the machine guns are working. They keep mowing down.
  They really do plow through entire rows of corpses. And they clear the space murderously.
  General Kuropatkin received reports that something strange was happening among the Japanese. Gunfire, explosions, someone was attacking them.
  CHAPTER No 9.
  Medvedev, after getting some sleep, picked up the computer again. He didn't even shave. And he started playing his game again.
  The offensive on Japan after the swindler's code with tanks and airplanes. Including the best bomber of World War I, the Ilya Muromets. Which made a big splash, hitting the Japanese like a rubber slapper on flies.
  And forward to Tokyo...
  Dmitry Medvedev, having conquered Japan, called himself Emperor Mikado.
  And then new wars...
  For example, we could play with an alternative history. In 1875, Alexander II told Bismarck that his differences with France were an internal matter for Germany and the French. Bismarck went ahead and attacked France in 1876. At first, the Prussians were lucky and reached Paris. But then they slowed down. And Britain entered the war... Everything would have been fine, but the British took the fight to Germany and defeated it. Then the Prussians also increased their forces.
  The war in the West dragged on. The French defended themselves desperately. England was constantly transferring more and more forces...
  Meanwhile, Russia conquered Turkey and Istanbul. Britain, France, and Germany were locked in a protracted war. And Tsar Alexander's empire annexed many lands, including Iraq, reaching the Indian Ocean. And Palestine, and lands as far as Egypt. And so, Russian troops, led by Skobelev, conquered Mecca, Medina, and other cities of Saudi Arabia.
  And so the southern part of the Russian Empire was formed. And Alexander II became a great tsar. And the war between Germany, France, and Britain lasted for ten years.
  And it ended in a practical draw.
  Alexander II reigned until 1887 and fell victim to an assassination attempt led by Alexander Ulyanov, Lenin's brother. His glorious reign, during which Russia built countless roads, conquered vast territories, and liberated the peasants, was over.
  The game played out according to this alternative scenario. Alexander III, along with his commander Skobelev, conquered both Iran and Pakistan. But he, too, died-a bright spirit. Russia waged war against Japan under Nicholas II, already having a fleet in the Indian Ocean, which came to the aid of the Pacific fleet quite quickly. The Russians defeated the samurai relatively quickly, and they had far more forces on both land and sea.
  Moreover, the Russian army was commanded by the brilliant Minister of Defense Skobelev. And Russia not only won, but also managed to conquer Japan. Moreover, the United States had not yet ventured beyond the Western Hemisphere, and Britain was not so strong. Moreover, Russia was allied with Germany. The latter was lagging behind Britain and France in the scramble for Africa. Tsarist Russia, after the annexation of Japan and part of China, grew even stronger. The Delhi-Moscow railway was being built.
  As this showed, Tsarist Russia's plans for expansion into India and China were being successfully realized. Tsar Nicholas II chose Germany's side during the First World War. The Germans defeated France and occupied Belgium, Holland, Denmark, and Norway. Russia captured Egypt, most of Africa, and Indochina, as well as Britain's Pacific possessions. It even landed in Australia. And its Australia was captured.
  After which the war ended with the landing of troops and the occupation of Britain. The First World War was over. But Kaiser Wilhelm felt that Russia had already conquered too much territory, and without much effort. And he dreamed of revenge. Russia had indeed conquered vast swathes of territory - Australia, all of Asia, most of Africa. The Germans hadn't grabbed much, and even more from Portugal and Spain, which they had occupied. Austria-Hungary gained control of Italy and Libya. Russia took about three-quarters of Africa, and then, a little later, occupied Ethiopia. The Germans had already snatched up Morocco.
  Naturally, this wasn't enough for Germany. Even though it had taken France, Belgium, Holland, and Norway, and Russia had subjugated Sweden.
  Wilhelm began preparing for a new war with Russia. The crisis of 1929 exacerbated the situation. Austria-Hungary and Germany controlled almost all of Europe, as well as parts of Africa... and Britain. But the United States and Canada still remained. Wilhelm and Nicholas II were still hesitant to go to war with each other. Moreover, Russia was the last person who wanted to fight, digesting vast territories. To speed up their assimilation, Tsar Nicholas II even allowed Russians to have four wives. This was confirmed at the Eighth Ecumenical Council.
  A similar decision was made in 1925. And in 1926, Nicholas II took another wife. As it turned out, the decision was not foolish. In 1929, the emperor had another daughter. And on November 25, 1932, a healthy son was finally born. Nicholas II named him Peter, in honor of Peter the Great.
  And on May 15, 1933, a new war began. Germany declared war on Canada, as a British dominion. Two months later, the United States, led by Roosevelt, despite the economic crisis, entered the war against Germany. They did not want to give up Canada.
  Wilhelm, already aging but still aggressive, initially tried to fight alone, without seeking Russia's help. He hoped to do everything himself. But conquering territory separated by an ocean isn't easy. And the United States was rapidly building tanks and armies. And forming regiments... The war dragged on for a whole year without much success for the Germans. They only managed to capture Iceland and Greenland, but they couldn't get a foothold in Canada.
  Wilhelm turned to Tsar Nicholas II: "Help me, colleague. You're my cousin and brother." Nicholas II himself had his sights set on Alaska and Canada. So he decided-it's not the gods who make pots and pans. So, on June 25, 1934, he declared war on the United States and Canada. His troops marched through Alaska, across American territory.
  By this time, the railway to Chukotka had already been built, and Russian troops were advancing successfully. They had superior numbers and the world's best tanks, including light, heavy, and medium tanks.
  So America had to deal with unequal forces.
  And Nicholas II, as we see, is truly riding a white horse. And one victory after another. Russian troops march across Alaska. And they take city after city, village after village.
  The Germans are attempting to land in Cuba. The war is escalating. Kaiser Wilhelm writes to Nicholas II:
  "We and the Russians have been and will always be united. And we will never quarrel. So let America be finished off."
  Due to the extended lines of communication, the advance was slightly slower than planned. However, after five months of fighting, the Russian, tsarist troops nevertheless captured all of Alaska and entered Canada.
  Roosevelt even offered Russia peace, promising to give up Alaska, but it was too late. The war continued with a savage vengeance.
  In the winter of 1935, despite difficult weather conditions, Russian troops reached the northern borders of the United States. Fighting continued into the spring... Russian troops carried out one operation after another, and by the end of July they had captured almost all of Canada. And in August, they surrounded Philadelphia.
  The United States found itself in a very difficult situation. But they fought back desperately... However, by the end of 1935, more than a third of US territory had already been captured. And in the winter, the Tsar's success was even greater... By early March 1936, they had approached Washington and New York.
  And in April, both cities were taken... The war continued until August, until the entire territory of the United States was occupied.
  Then came the offensive in Mexico, and so on across the territory.
  Wilhelm proposed to Nicholas II that they divide up the entire world. Nicholas II agreed.
  By 1937, all of Latin America had fallen to Russian troops. Nicholas II had thus completed the division of the world with the Germans. Only three empires remained: the largest, Russia, then Germany, and then Austria-Hungary.
  Russia thus became the world hegemon, but... Nicholas II, though a great tsar, was mortal. He died in August 1939. And the aging Wilhelm attacked Russia on September 1, 1939. He decided to take advantage of the fact that Peter IV was still a boy, not yet seven years old. He decided to strike while the regents ruled Russia. Two days later, Austria-Hungary entered the war. All countries of the world were drawn into the conflict. The last war in the history of planet Earth had begun.
  The Tsarist army was unrivaled in terms of numbers and the quality of its weapons. Russian tanks and aircraft remain the best in the world.
  And the battles have proven this, as have the new talented commanders.
  But Austria-Hungary proved to be the weak link from the very beginning. And it was losing almost from the very first days. The Tsar's army routed the Austrians, took Lvov, and then Przemył. Only by withdrawing some of their forces from Poland did the Germans save the Austrians from complete defeat. But even this was of little use. The attempt to take Warsaw with the Kaiser's army failed miserably. And the Russian forces forcibly pushed them back more than two hundred kilometers.
  The Germans had great difficulty stopping the Russian forces. They spent the entire winter fighting. The spring also saw battles raging. Russian troops gradually gained the initiative. They had several times more soldiers, and by summer, they were able to wear down the Germans in skirmishes, to the point where they began to surrender. Simultaneously, an offensive against Austria-Hungary began. Budapest was encircled in the fall. Furthermore, the Tsarist army captured German holdings in Canada. And in the winter of 1940-1941, the Tsarist army cut off East Prussia. And by April 1941, it reached the Oder.
  The Germans' situation became exceptionally dire. Vienna fell in May 1941. Over the summer, the Russians reached the Alps and liberated Venice. They entered the southern regions of Germany.
  In the fall, Italy was finally captured. The winter offensive on Berlin ended with its capture on January 30, 1942. After this, the German resistance, having already lost all their holdings in Africa, weakened. By April, the Russians had reached the Rhine. After this, on April 22, the remnants of German forces capitulated.
  Thus ended the last war on planet Earth. It ended with victory and success for Tsarist Russia.
  Next came the conquest of space. Back in 1936, the first Russian man flew into space. He orbited planet Earth. And on May 9, 1945, the Russians landed on the Moon.
  They flew to Mars in 1967. To Venus in 1969. To Mercury in 1972. And to the moons of Jupiter in 1973. Humans landed on the farthest planet, Pluto, in 1980. And in 2003, the first human mission beyond the solar system took place. A Russian spacecraft reached Alapha Centauri and returned in 2018.
  As of 2020, Russia is still ruled by Peter IV, who, thanks to the advances of modern medicine, is not at all a very old man. Peter IV has ruled for eighty-one years, and his reign is the longest in the history of the world. Where precise dates are known, of course.
  Well, for now, the world is as calm as ever. And even a little boring... People are living well. True, there are problems with overpopulation. But birth restrictions are already being introduced.
  Orthodoxy was modernized. Priests were shaved and dressed in uniforms with epaulettes.
  Technological advances have created massive unemployment. But this problem, too, is being addressed. The Hypernet has developed.
  Research is underway, and spaceships capable of traveling faster than the speed of light have already been created. Good for Tsarist Russia and the entire world under the rule of the Romanovs-the most glorious dynasty in human history.
  Father Tsar Nicholas. He will build paradise on planet Earth!
  Dmitry Medvedev mastered his strategy. He conquered the entire world for the Russian tsars. He demonstrated his strategic thinking. He achieved major successes and fell asleep again, fully clothed and dreaming as before.
  Kuropatkin stated:
  - Calm down! Just calm down!
  General Linevich noted with alarm:
  - Your Excellency, perhaps we should strike now?
  Adjutant General Kuropatkin stated:
  - No! Of course not! It could be a Japanese trap!
  General Linevich timidly remarked:
  - This is our chance to finally win this war!
  Kuropatkin said in a trembling voice:
  - Patience, patience and more patience!
  Linevich retorted more angrily:
  - But Alexander Suvorov said: the moment gives victory!
  Kuropatkin muttered dryly:
  "I'm in command here! And we must preserve the army first and foremost. Besides, Japan will soon run out of steam!"
  Linevich suggested:
  - Maybe we should at least do some reconnaissance?
  Kuropatkin reluctantly agreed:
  - It's possible, just be careful!
  Linevich growled aggressively:
  - In the name of the Tsar and the Fatherland!
  Meanwhile, the supertank was mopping up the Japanese, knocking them out and shooting them down in various ways.
  Barefoot Alenka, firing mercilessly, asked the acting president:
  - Is this our last operation?
  Medvedev asked with a grin:
  - Why do you think so?
  The red-haired beast noticed:
  - The Japanese have no more large formations!
  While nailing and shooting samurai, Natasha also agreed:
  - But, in fact, Japan has nothing else to fight with!
  Medvedev responded with a somewhat uncertain look:
  "Japan can raise even more troops and buy new ships from America and Britain. So, let's face it, the war isn't quite over yet!"
  Half-naked Alenka, firing at the samurai, noted:
  "What if Russia offers Japan peace on moderate terms? We'll only take the Kuril Islands, and everything else will remain as it was before the war?"
  The acting president agreed:
  - In this case, most likely there will be peace!
  Margarita remarked angrily:
  - If it weren't for the revolution, the Japanese would have been defeated anyway. They wouldn't have gone anywhere!
  Barefoot Natasha, pouring fire on the samurai, readily agreed:
  - Of course! They wouldn't have gone anywhere!
  Cool Alenka, tearing apart the Japanese with shells, suggested:
  - Let's capture the Mikado!
  Natasha jumped up aggressively:
  - Capture the Mikado? That sounds interesting!
  Margarita remarked with a smile:
  - Won't that be too much?
  Medvedev also expressed doubts:
  "Isn't that a bit much? It's one thing to defend your own land, and quite another to interfere with Japan, which, let's face it, isn't fighting on traditional Russian soil either!"
  Barefoot Alenka hissed, again smashing the Japanese with shells:
  - Is it worth showing such mercy?
  Natasha, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes, nodded:
  - Really, why do we need that? We can capture the Mikado!
  Margarita laughed:
  - I'm on you, like in a war! And in a war, it's like on you!
  Medvedev responded sternly:
  "We need to know our limits! We're not random travelers! We're the ones who are seriously and consciously changing history! So we need to show sensitivity, including moderation!"
  Barefoot Alenka fired and sang:
  - Oh, measure, measure! How much cholera there is!
  The supertank was hard at work. More than one hundred twenty-five thousand Japanese had already been destroyed. Half remained.
  Natasha sang with a grin:
  - We will dig up the whole world of violence,
  To the ground, and then,
  We will build a new cool world,
  So that no troubles or problems will be known in it!
  Barefoot Alenka, firing very lethally, hissed:
  - For a good and just king!
  Margarita suggested:
  - Maybe we should grab a couple of trophy barrels of sake?
  Barefoot Alenka grinned poisonously:
  - What, do you want to drink?
  Margarita shook her head:
  - Athletes don't drink!
  Barefoot Alenka, having blown up another battery, giggled:
  - From small dishes!
  Natasha suggested:
  - Let's drink palm beer. It's healthier!
  And shot down more Japanese.
  Medvedev responded:
  - Business first, fun later!
  As acting president, shouldn't he know this? Hasn't he been constantly occupied with labors and worries?
  Yes, one of the first decrees issued by Acting President Medvedev was to triple the salaries of State Duma deputies. And what did the deputies do? They postponed the presidential election. Thus, for quite a long time, Medvedev served as acting president of Russia.
  And this has even become a unique situation. When the head of state has been acting for so long, and yet no change has come. Or rather, everything has changed for the worse under Medvedev. It's as if fortune, which so favored Putin, has decided to take its revenge on his successor. What's wrong with him?
  The modernized T-95 tank continued to exterminate samurai at an exponential rate. This machine demonstrated its effectiveness and the negative force of the fury of the multiplying quasi-matter.
  Half-naked Alenka, firing at the Japanese, logically noted:
  "Still, that's not entirely right. It turns out we can't do anything without superweapons!"
  Barefoot Natasha replied angrily:
  Some higher power prevented Russia from winning the war with Japan. It was supposed to be a good thing, the evangelization of China. But it didn't turn out so beautifully!
  Margarita asked the obvious question:
  - What about God then? Why didn't He help Orthodoxy?
  Almost naked, Alenka, sending projectile after projectile, noted:
  - That's exactly it! Indeed, allowing the Japanese to defeat an Orthodox country. That truly is such a betrayal of the Russian faith!
  Natasha, pouring fire on the Japanese, angrily remarked:
  "An imperial religion shouldn't be pacifist. How can you become a great country if you live by the commandment: if someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn the left!"
  Cool Alenka readily agreed with this, crushing the Japanese:
  - Of course! We have no need for pacifism! Love your enemy! Is that a commandment?
  Margarita sang with inspiration:
  Anyone who is a man is born a warrior,
  So it happened - the gorilla took the stone.
  When the living is doomed to battle,
  And in the heart a flame blazes hotly!
  
  The boy sees a machine gun in his dreams,
  He prefers a tank to a limousine.
  Who wants to turn a penny into a nickel?
  From birth he understands that force rules!
  Natasha exclaimed, dousing the Japanese with fire with the fury of a seething volcano:
  - Yes, a machine gun! And strength is the main thing! We must win!
  Barefoot Alenka hissed in frenzy and rage, knocking out the Japanese:
  "I am what was born to win! And nothing less. Our victory will be ours!"
  Natasha agreed, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes on her muscular legs:
  - This will be for the best! We have ruled, and we will always rule! I mean, Russia!
  Barefoot Alenka, knocking out the Japanese, beeped:
  - I won't lie, I want to rule! But not just a rusty machine, but an entire empire!
  And the girl has already swept away the last battery of the Land of the Rising Sun. She's such a beauty that she could be a world champion. And she will never succumb to weakness or timidity.
  Natasha muttered as she shot:
  - I'll become a queen! Or, even better, an empress!
  Barefoot Alenka continued:
  - So what about war, so what about war, she's a bad woman and a bitch! But she breeds handsome guys, she tells you - kill the coward in you!
  Margarita nodded in agreement:
  - That's right, kill the coward in you! I think that if Nicholas II abdicated the throne, it wasn't out of cowardice at all!
  Half-naked Alenka declared decisively:
  - Now he will not abdicate! We will strengthen the royal throne so that it will stand for centuries!
  Natasha exclaimed:
  Be a great Tsar, Nicholas II! We support you! There will be no revolution - there will be a Great Russia!
  Finally, the warriors finished exterminating the army of the Land of the Rising Sun. They killed over two hundred and fifty thousand soldiers and officers. Thus, almost all of Japan's ground forces were destroyed. The navy, too, ceased to exist.
  Barefoot Alenka remarked with a grin:
  "Was it worth it to bother? I mean, freak out? An army that managed to defeat Russia without resisting for very long!"
  Natasha confidently stated:
  Russia lost solely because of the fifth column. Otherwise, we would have won anyway!
  Margarita asked the acting president:
  - What are we going to do? Go back or continue?
  Medvedev, who was losing power, turned on his computer and announced:
  "Now they'll give us a forecast for the future development of Tsarist Russia. If everything goes well, we'll return."
  A pleasant female voice was heard;
  After the complete destruction of Japan's land and naval forces, the Mikado proposed peace. The United States and Britain offered to act as mediators.
  The terms were favorable to Russia. The country received the Kuril Islands and Taiwan.
  As well as control over Manchuria, Korea, and Mongolia. Furthermore, Japan also paid a contribution of two hundred and fifty million Russian gold rubles.
  The authority of Tsar Nicholas II grew, and revolutionary sentiments subsided. The country experienced a rapid economic upswing. Yellow Russia emerged. Part of China voluntarily joined Russia, as did Korea and Mongolia. The Tsarist Empire expanded, and its population grew. Economic growth began earlier than in real history and was more intense.
  The State Duma was nonexistent, and the tsarist government was better prepared for World War I. Russia produced the world's first mass-produced light tanks, the Luna-2, and the four-engine bombers, the Ilya Muromets and Svyatogor. World War I still occurred, but it was more successful for Russia.
  Because the Tsar had a larger population, economy, and army. And his domestic situation was also more secure. The State Duma, a breeding ground for rebellion and military coups, was gone.
  With varying success, but ultimately driven by Russia's initiative and the victory of the majority of battles, the war ended on November 7, 1915, with Germany's capitulation. Austria-Hungary disintegrated and was partitioned. Galicia and Bukovina became Russian provinces. Krakow and its surrounding lands became part of the Kingdom of Poland, along with Poznan, Danzig, and part of East Prussia. Klaipėda joined the Baltic province. Czechoslovakia emerged as a kingdom within Russia.
  Romania annexed Transylvania. Hungary became an independent kingdom, but under Russian protection, with Tsar Nicholas II as co-ruler. Austria became a very small country. Yugoslavia emerged, also under Russian protection and co-ruler Nicholas II.
  Turkey disappeared from the political map. Iraq and Palestine became part of Britain, Syria became part of France, and Asia Minor and Istanbul became Russian provinces. Thus, Russia once again gained territory. But that wasn't the end of it. Then, together with the French and British, the Saudi Peninsula was conquered. And then Russia and Britain divided up Iran and Afghanistan. The north and center became Russian provinces, and the south a British colony.
  The world seemed to have regained stability. The war continued only in China. But then, in 1929, a serious economic crisis erupted, leading to the Great Depression.
  Revolutionary sentiments were growing again in Russia. Strikes and protests broke out. But the crisis proved to be minor. Especially since war with Japan broke out again in 1931.
  The samurai wanted revenge. But this time, the Russian army was stronger in every way. And Admiral Kolchak was a brilliant naval commander.
  Japan was not only defeated but also conquered. Tsar Nicholas II was officially crowned Emperor Mikado of Japan in February 1932. Russia thus expanded even further, annexing almost all of China.
  Russia had no equal in both population and territory. This was especially true as the British Empire weakened. Hitler came to power in Germany in 1933, but what could he do against Russia? Nothing. Tsar Nicholas II died in 1937, having enjoyed a remarkably successful reign, the second longest after Ivan the Terrible. And with record-breaking conquests in terms of territory and population.
  However, not everything worked out for the Tsar in his personal life. His heir, Alexei, died young. His younger brother, Mikhail, was deprived of the Russian throne due to an unequal marriage.
  Kirill Romanov succeeded him, dying in 1938, less than a year after his death. His son, Vladimir III, became the new tsar. He was crowned, and the monarch reigned long and happily, until 1992. Russia first seized colonies from France and Britain, along with Germany. Then it conquered Germany. And then the entire world. In short, the new Tsar, George I, became the Emperor of the World in 1992.
  Medvedev concluded his review and reported:
  - Apparently, that's enough for this universe! Let's go back!
  And all four shouted:
  - Glory to Tsar Nicholas II!
  . INTERMEDIATE EPILOGUE
  Medvedev woke up to a phone call... He was informed that Zelenskyy's inauguration as president of Russia and Ukraine was already underway. And that it was time for Dmitry Anatolyevich to leave his office.
  Medvedev reluctantly complied. Before leaving, he shaved and took a bath.
  Then he left the office. He was taken away in a special vehicle. On the way, they told him it would be best for Medvedev to fly to the Canary Islands for a rest.
  Zelenskyy turned his inauguration into another spectacle. As usual, it was colorful, with fireworks and jumping. On the day of the inauguration, Vitali Klitschko fought Michael Tyson at a stadium in Kyiv. The renowned American boxer agreed to the fight due to serious financial problems. Klitschko dominated all twelve rounds, but diplomatically avoided knocking Tyson out.
  Formally, one of the minor versions of the world champion was played out.
  After which Vitali Klitschko was presented with a diamond belt.
  Volodymyr Zelenskyy received congratulations from all over the world, including China. Moreover, popular unrest in the Celestial Empire intensified. Man cannot live by bread alone. People longed for democracy and freedom. Tired of the despotism of the Chinese Communist Party, everyone longed for freedom.
  Zelensky has become precisely such a symbol-a symbol of democratic strength after the fall of the security services' dictatorship under Putin.
  Zelenskyy spoke a lot about change, the economy, and new achievements. Russia had already held a competition for the position of prime minister. Several thousand applicants were involved. The selection process was quite intense. And it looked great.
  So far, everything had gone quite smoothly. Zelensky even did a somersault at his inauguration. He received applause. Then he demonstrated his knowledge of foreign languages. He was quite active and energetic.
  Finally, Zelensky went ahead and made a couple more speeches.
  The inauguration was followed by personnel changes. Numerous reshuffles and new faces in the government.
  A real selection of "iron commissars" was underway. A personnel revolution was taking place in Russia.
  Zelenskyy issued numerous decrees in his very first days. He authorized the sale of alcohol at night and in mobile stores. He introduced new taxes on the wealthy. He lifted immunity for members of parliament and judges. He increased industrial output. He imposed tariffs on trade with China.
  A referendum on unification with Russia was held in Belarus. Zelenskyy also deserves credit for this. The majority of Belarusians supported unification with Russia.
  Zelensky complained that Medvedev had raised salaries too much, but promised that inflation would calm down and that nothing terrible would happen.
  Indeed, the price rise soon stopped. And the Russian economy began to grow. And the militant uprisings in the Caucasus somehow died down. Things became much calmer.
  Zelensky finally proposed a candidate for the post of Prime Minister of Russia. The candidate was thirty-two-year-old PhD candidate Alexei Bolshakov. He won the competition decisively and became the youngest prime minister in Russian history.
  Medvedev flew off to the Canary Islands on vacation, collecting his former presidential pension while simply enjoying himself. So far, he's had no problems. But Shoigu was arrested, accused of attempting a coup. What did he expect?
  There were plenty of other solutions, too... In America, a forty-one-year-old Democrat won. Thus, power changed. And both a woman and the youngest candidate in US history came to power. The Trump era was over. But friendship with Russia was only just beginning to blossom. Naturally, against dictatorial China, the US and the new Russian Empire were now friends.
  Zelensky even held a referendum and introduced a different name: instead of Russia, he changed it to Kyivan Rus. Which also spoke volumes. Belarus joined the federation. And the empire's revival began... on democratic foundations.
  The new female US president inherited Trump's hostility toward China and dedicated herself to building a coalition. Kyivan Rus' developed economically successfully under Zelenskyy. Russia somewhat restrained China. Then, it joined NATO. Soon, a pro-Russian government came to power in Kazakhstan and a union state was formed. The Russians were squeezing Central Asia away from China. The confrontation escalated.
  Zelensky waged an anti-Stalin and anti-Putin campaign. He stripped Stalin and Putin of all the awards Medvedev had given them.
  But everything turned out peacefully. Although the communists did protest. They went to rallies.
  And then Lenin was finally removed from the Mausoleum. Such joy for many. And the Orthodox Church canonized Alexander II and Ivan the Terrible, the Russian tsars. The number of monuments to Nicholas II also increased.
  Tsarism and Westernism somehow became fashionable. They moved closer to Europe, and many positions were given to foreigners. Russia became part of the Western world, and after Trump's departure, globalization intensified. Meanwhile, China fell into isolation and faced internal turmoil.
  At the same time, Zelensky increased the birth rate in the Slavic Empire. The long-promised moon landing finally took place. And everything was going wonderfully.
  Allied relations were established between Russia and the United States, or more precisely between Kievan Rus and America.
  And confrontation became a thing of the past. The world became increasingly global and secure. Although there were wars. Kievan Rus', together with the United States, conducted an operation in Libya, where they put an end to the Islamists. Then they dealt with the Middle East, establishing bases there with the United States. Kievan Rus' and the United States together began to tilt the world and push China out of Africa. And here, wars are inevitable. And ground operations, too.
  And Kievan Rus and the United States carried out airstrikes jointly.
  Gradually, the Chinese were driven out from all corners of the world. And the Celestial Empire fell into a deep economic and political crisis.
  And Kievan Rus flourished more and more.
  Russia had never seen such rates of economic growth. And while China collapsed, Kievan Rus' rose. And grew rapidly.
  The railway to Chukotka was built in record time. Which is pretty cool in itself.
  And a tunnel was dug under Alaska. The Americans also began building a railroad to connect with Russia. A railroad to Delhi was also being built... At the same time, canals were being dug from Siberia to irrigate Central Asia.
  The United States and Kievan Rus' launched a joint operation against Iran. A coherent secular regime was installed. Afterward, they began digging a canal from the Caspian Sea to the Persian Gulf.
  NATO expanded, incorporating Arab countries. A parliament was established in Saudi Arabia. Women began to remove their burqas. The construction of a secular state began.
  The Russian media was constantly criticizing Putin for his extremism and slinging mud at him, claiming he nearly turned Russia into a Chinese colony, but thankfully, he died in time. They even used harsher words. And yet, they did open a criminal case against Medvedev. And more than one.
  Stalin was carried out from the Kremlin wall. Lenin, much earlier, from the mausoleum.
  Much has changed in state symbols, too. Several new flags have appeared. Yellow has been added to the Russian flag, and blue has replaced light blue.
  That was also interesting. The coat of arms changed... A monetary reform also took place. Money was exchanged at a ratio of one to a thousand. The Kievan Rus' ruble gold standard was established. At the same time, new, old currencies emerged: the grosh (half a kopeck), and the polushka (quarter a kopeck).
  Everything is in order...
  Titles also began to revive... Princes, barons, counts, marquises, and even dukes appeared. Zelensky, in particular, became a duke. Moldova also became part of Kievan Rus'. There was already talk of electing a tsar.
  But Zelenskyy announced that the president of Kyivan Rus would be elected solely by the people, and for no more than two terms.
  Moreover, Zelenskyy shortened the Russian president's term of office from six years to five. However, Zelenskyy served his first term for six years.
  By this time, he had completed the annexation of Central Asia to Russia and restored the borders of the USSR. Only the Baltic states remained unoccupied.
  But the Americans didn't want to give it up yet. And so they gave up Central Asia and the Caucasus.
  A new war broke out in the Caucasus, between Armenia and Azerbaijan. And it was very brutal. So Russia was able to occupy these republics and hold referendums on joining them.
  Thus, Zelensky reclaimed the Caucasus, expanding Kyivan Rus'. Frankly, he was a great conqueror. And a democrat at that... His empire continued to expand...
  Now, Afghanistan, already during the second term of government, and part of Iran have become parts of Russia.
  In the US, a female president won a second term. She's been successful in the economy so far, and most importantly, she managed to knock out China. That's a major victory. And Kyivan Rus' is now an ally, led by Zelensky.
  But, of course, Russia's power is growing too quickly. It has already annexed northern Iraq.
  He's acting brazenly. Kievan Rus' is the fastest-growing country in the world! And its population has even surpassed the United States. And America is already looking on with concern: has Russia grown too strong?
  Moreover, the Kievan Rus' empire is expanding. The Baltics are already under its control. This is truly a major problem for the Americans. Zelensky has already reclaimed all the former Soviet territories.
  And, like the Russian Tsar, he continues his expansion southward. Iran and Iraq have now been entirely incorporated into Kyivan Rus. And Zelensky was easily elected to a second term in the first round.
  Although there were many presidential candidates, the elections were democratic.
  Zelensky stated that he does not intend to follow Lukashenko's example and rule for life. Moreover, the circumstances of Lukashenko's disappearance remain unclear. Perhaps he simply became of no use to both Russia and the West. And disappeared... Zelensky, however, is only gaining momentum. Indeed, his success in office eclipses that of his predecessors, including Peter the Great.
  In fact, not everyone is capable of restoring the territory of the USSR, plus Afghanistan, Iran, and Iraq.
  But Zelenskyy isn't stopping there. Poland and Finland are already in the crosshairs-they were also once part of the Tsarist empire, after all. And indeed, referendums are being held in these countries, and they are voluntarily joining Kyivan Rus.
  There have been successes on the scientific front, too. The long-awaited mission to Mars has taken place. Russian cosmonauts landed there, took soil samples, and left a flag, which was a major triumph.
  At the same time, Kievan Rus' took the ancient city of Port Arthur from China. Taking advantage of the outbreak of civil war in China, they also took Manchuria under their protection.
  At the same time, Kyivan Rus' also annexed part of Turkey-the lands ceded to Russia by the Treaty of Versailles. This was also a very powerful move. Zelenskyy further expanded Kyivan Rus' as an empire. And its economy rose to first place, overtaking the United States.
  Well, China is immersed in the nightmare of civil war, and they have already begun to divide it.
  Kyivan Rus' became a powerful state. And Zelenskyy's popularity within the country grew so much that people began begging Volodymyr on their knees not to step down. Hundreds of thousands of people gathered.
  Zelensky, as an exception, held a referendum allowing him to run for another third term as head of Kyivan Rus.
  The US has a new leader. It's now a Republican. And not so young anymore - older than Zelensky. So relations between Kyivan Rus' and the US have begun to deteriorate again. Russia has become painfully stronger under Zelensky. It's worth remembering that, including the Ukrainian government, this is already Zelensky's fourth term.
  The Russian president's powers, they say, haven't been diminished. Zelenskyy's only action was to amend the constitution, which would give the State Duma the right to dismiss an individual minister by a two-thirds vote, or by a simple majority after passing two no-confidence votes.
  And even this amendment isn't all that significant, since the president retained the right to appoint all ministers and determine the government's structure. And Zelenskyy's supporters have a constitutional majority in the State Duma.
  More significant was the introduction of direct elections to the Federation Council, as well as allowing prisoners to vote.
  But, in general, that was where the limitations on the president's powers ended. The right to dismiss governors remained. And in the legislative sphere, it was even expanded.
  In the US, Zelenskyy began to be accused of authoritarianism, and that his party, "Servant of the People," controlled virtually all government positions. The Liberal Democratic Party of Russia (LDPR) and the Communist Party of the Russian Federation (CPRF) ceased to exist. A left-wing party, "A Just World," emerged. The LDPR was replaced by the Patriots of Russia party. But "Servant of the People" remained completely dominant.
  Certain reforms also affected the church. Orthodoxy legalized the right to four wives, aligning itself with Islam. The approach to icons changed somewhat, aligning with Protestantism. People began to emphasize the Oneness of God and the unworthiness of mere mortals.
  At the same time, the Trinity was abolished as a non-biblical symbol and incomprehensible to mere mortals.
  And they introduced the idea that God is One, God the Father. The term "God the Son" doesn't exist in the Bible. And even less does the term "God the Holy Spirit" exist. So why not simplify religion?
  Moreover, a god hanging on a cross doesn't inspire confidence. If He couldn't protect Himself, how could He protect people? In short, they switched to monotheism. And the Bible itself was mixed with ancient Slavic myths. The Gospel of Veles emerged.
  Atheism has also gained ground-it's as if it's enough to get carried away by human fairy tales. We have one planet, and it doesn't need people to believe in miracles, especially not the end of the world.
  There won't be, and shouldn't be, any end of the world. Humanity should become a space empire and reach the very edge of the galaxy. And what about galaxies? More like universes. And having reached the edge of the universe, move on to another part of creation. After all, there are countless universes. And so it is possible to fly from one universe to another. And, in time, learn to create ourselves! And there will be new, immeasurable universes, practically throughout all of space.
  And planet Earth is merely the cradle of humanity. And in the future, there will be an empire spanning a sextillion by a sextillionth of a universe, continuing to expand and conquer space.
  And the head and president of Kyivan Rus, Volodymyr Zelensky, rises like a bright sun of hope over the planet!
  And may his future and the future of Kievan Rus be bright!
  
  Force Majeure When the USSR Fought Without Allies
  Thus came the irresistible influence that shut down the Allied forces on January 1, 1943. Rommel's battered corps halted on the Libyan border. And all bombing raids on Nazi Germany ceased. Attempts to fly toward London also ended in failure. German planes did not crash, but were driven back. A previously unseen miracle had occurred: the division of the world by theomachic force.
  However, this didn't help the Germans much at first. Stalingrad, or rather Paulus's force within it, was arguably beyond saving. And the Soviet forces advanced confidently. The offensive on Voronezh and in other directions was successful. The Red Army liberated Kursk, Belgorod, and Kharkov almost within a realistic timeframe.
  However, after the transfer of Rommel's seasoned divisions from Africa and the forces that, in real history, had also been uselessly thrown into the Algerian and Tunisian deserts, Mainstein's famous counterattack gained significant momentum. It involved significantly more German forces, especially air power.
  And the thirty brand new Tigers that were stuck uselessly in the Sahara turned out to be quite useful.
  This is where the first significant discrepancy with actual history occurred. Mainstein launched a counterattack four days earlier, and with far greater forces, he advanced more quickly. Kharkov was recaptured nine days earlier, Belgorod twelve days earlier, and even then, on the move. Most importantly, Kursk was captured, which in actual history had not succumbed to the Nazis.
  A significant number of German forces were involved. They used reserves transferred from France, virtually all combat-ready tank units, and their main air force. Regardless of how you look at it, almost half of the Luftwaffe was diverted to the Western Front, so the enemy gained significant air power. This was evident during the German counteroffensive, which resembled a sickle blow.
  And in real history, Meinstein outplayed the Soviet generals, but here he had twenty divisions more ground forces and, given the concentration of resources, three times more aircraft. And the Focke-Wulf is not bad at all when used wisely: it's fast and has powerful armament. What's more, the F-190 is significantly more effective when outnumbered. Its powerful armament allows it to shoot down an aircraft in a single pass, while the aircraft itself can escape thanks to its high dive speed.
  The Soviet forces suffered a tactical defeat and abandoned Kursk, with many soldiers and officers encircled. Some were killed, others-though a minority-were captured, and many escaped, although they lost their equipment.
  The Soviet troops suffered colossal losses and their advance was halted. But the German tanks, too, were unable to exploit their success due to the onset of spring thaw.
  A temporary balance of power arose.
  However, a new power could also enter the war: Japan. The samurai also had a free hand. America was out of reach, but it wasn't attacking. However, Japan's strong ground forces were still pressuring China. Chiang Kai-shek now faced a very difficult situation. Either try to reach an agreement with the Japanese, or fight, but without receiving financial and weapons support from the US, Britain, and other countries.
  Naturally, the Germans were eager to open a second front to divert some of their enemy's forces from the east. Nevertheless, they had suffered significant losses. Stalingrad was particularly devastating. Soviet troops also suffered significant losses, with some ending up in the Kharkov and Kursk pockets.
  The Nazis ramped up arms production. Thanks to the lack of bombing, the Nazis were able to significantly increase tank production, as well as aircraft. Bombing was a greater hindrance to the Nazis than is commonly believed. Moreover, in real history, Germany increased its production largely due to the restructuring of its economy for war and the increasingly active use of slave labor, not because it was bombed lightly.
  The Germans bided their time, building new tanks and training crews, relying on modern technology. The question of where to launch the offensive remained open. The Kursk salient was gone, a natural starting point. Both the Germans and Hitler hesitated. They considered storming Leningrad, although that would have meant breaking through powerful fortifications.
  The German generals were reluctant to attack Stalingrad again. But frankly, their options were limited. The only option was to attack Moscow itself. Serious disagreements arose among the Nazi leaders. Meinstein, Guderian, and Rommel even suggested it would be better not to attack at all, but to let the Russians attack first and lure them into a trap.
  An alternative plan called for launching an offensive from the Taman Peninsula and Rostov-on-Don, a well-fortified city the Fritzes were able to defend by transferring reinforcements from the Balkan group, replacing their occupation forces with Bulgarian and Italian ones.
  The Führer, who favored operations where troops broke through along converging axes, was increasingly inclined toward this plan, but he was slow to implement it. In particular, the Panther tank proved finicky and frequently broke down, requiring modifications. Additional crew training was also needed. The Führer also wanted to churn out more Tiger tanks.
  Stalin eventually grew tired of this. Fearing that a second front would be opened by Japan, which had achieved major successes in southern China and whose ground forces already exceeded seven million soldiers, and citing the growing military potential of the Third Reich, he himself ordered an offensive in the Kursk and Donbass sectors. Hitler's hesitation and the Führer's desire to form divisions with hundreds of Tiger and Panther tanks led to a preemptive strike.
  However, the Soviet troops, having launched their offensive on July 7, 1943, did not possess a decisive advantage in numbers. 6.6 million Soviet soldiers and officers faced 5.56 million German troops, including approximately 1.250 million satellite troops. With the threat of an offensive from the west and south fading, Mussolini significantly increased the number of Italian troops in the east. The number of Spanish units also increased. Salazar also sent a "volunteer" division. The French legions and Romanians also fought, as did the Hungarians and Albanians, and, more actively, foreign SS divisions from across Europe.
  Thus, the Soviet Army did not have superiority in numbers, but the heterogeneity of the coalition reduced the quality of the enemy forces. The Red Army had a slight numerical advantage in tanks and artillery. However, the Tigers and Panthers are still perhaps unmatched in firepower and armor. The T-4 also gained superiority in gun firepower over the T-34-76. However, the USSR had rocket artillery, while the Germans, despite developing gas launchers in particular, were underdeveloped in this area.
  There's approximate numerical parity in aviation. The German ME-109G and Focke-Wulf fighters are superior to their Soviet counterparts in armament and speed, but slightly less maneuverable. Unfortunately, Germany has more experienced and effective aces. The Ju-188 bomber is arguably superior in performance to the Pe-2 and Tu-3. The Ju-288 has also begun to enter service. However, it's only just beginning to be adopted, along with the ME-309.
  But in any case, lacking superior strength, the Red Army launched an offensive against the enemy's prepared defenses. And encountered stubborn resistance. But the Soviet troops were aggressive in their attacks, and regardless of losses, they pressed forward. Although the average pace of advance was slow-one or two kilometers per day-the enemy fought back and managed to dig in again. Nevertheless, the heroic advance continued. By mid-August, at the cost of heavy losses, Soviet troops had advanced up to one hundred kilometers, approached Kursk, and waged fierce battles for the city itself, even reaching Belgorod.
  On August 19, 1943, Japan, overcoming its hesitation, opened a front in the Far East. By this time, having suffered a series of defeats, Chiang Kai-shek's regime agreed to a peace agreement favorable to the samurai. The Japanese gained control of vital communications and were relieved of the need to wage a difficult guerrilla war against the poorly organized but numerous Chinese forces. In return, Chiang Kai-shek was promised support in the war against Mao Zedong's Red Army. Japan already had all the means to wage war against the USSR. And they decided not to wait for the rainy autumn and harsh Siberian winter. Not to mention that Hitler had declared war on the United States back in 1941, and the samurai did not support him. Opening a second front in 1942 could have saved the Nazis from a crushing defeat at Stalingrad.
  Japan's decision was entirely predictable. Nevertheless, in their attack on Vladivostok, the samurai achieved tactical surprise and inflicted serious damage on the Soviet Pacific Fleet.
  At the end of August, the Germans attempted a counterattack, using a mass of the latest tanks. But their southern counterattack achieved only limited success. The Soviet command had already anticipated this possibility and withdrew its forces to their initial positions. Only the combined arms 31st Army was trapped and largely destroyed.
  Nevertheless, the Soviet forces failed to achieve their objective and suffered significant losses, failing to recapture the territory. The losses were particularly severe: over six and a half thousand tanks, compared to around eight hundred German tanks. The Nazis gained a numerical advantage in tank numbers. In September, the Germans were able to match the USSR in aircraft production at a rate of about a hundred per day, and by November, they had achieved similar numbers, increasing Panther production to 650-700 tanks per month. The use of resources from occupied countries, primarily France, but also Belgium and the Netherlands, where conscription had been introduced, played a significant role.
  The Germans, somewhat belatedly, launched their long-planned offensive from Rostov-on-Don and the Taman Peninsula in September. They encountered stubborn Soviet defenses. Meanwhile, Japan advanced into Mongolia, capturing Ulaanbaatar and Primorye. But they made little progress there.
  This diverted significant reserves, and after a month and a half of fierce fighting, the German forces united. However, the Nazis suffered significant losses, and they were forced to halt. This tactical success, however, prompted Turkey's entry into the war and the opening of a third front in Transcaucasia.
  Now we had to fight back in this direction as well.
  The front line in the Far East will be stabilized by winter. The Japanese advanced fifty to one hundred and twenty kilometers in the Primorye region, capturing most of Mongolia, including Ulaanbaatar, but their advance stalled. The Turks approached Yerevan and attacked Batumi, managing to capture two-thirds of the latter city. The Germans themselves made little progress in the fall and have yet to regain the initiative.
  The war was becoming increasingly trench warfare and protracted. It was a war of attrition and technological superiority. In 1943, the USSR increased aircraft production by half, from 25,000 to 37,000. Nazi Germany's increased from over 15,000 to 32,000, more than doubling. In the final months of the year, the Germans matched Soviet aircraft production figures, as well as tanks and self-propelled guns, with a qualitative advantage. And the USSR still had to fend off Japan. Furthermore, a certain number of aircraft and tanks were being produced in Italy and other satellite countries of the Third Reich. Although not very many. Furthermore, the Germans, taking advantage of the peacetime situation, began extracting and supplying oil from Libya for their own needs.
  So, gradually, the energy shortage in the Third Reich eased. Moreover, the French African possessions promised to be a good source of raw materials.
  So, the Nazis were able to supply themselves quite well. In response, Red Army designers prepared new tank types for Stalin with 85-mm and 122-mm guns. The Germans somewhat slowed down work on the Panther-2. It's not easy to create a tank with powerful armament, strong armor, and relative maneuverability. And the King Tiger turned out to be too heavy at 68 tons. Only a modernization of the Panther promised to be relatively successful. And the T-4 tank, by all appearances, had exhausted its capabilities. Gradually, starting in 1944, production of this vehicle began to decline, finally ceasing completely in April.
  The Soviet command launched several offensive operations during the winter-on the Taman Peninsula, in the center, in the Leningrad direction, and at Kursk. But no significant success was achieved anywhere. The enemy already had superior numbers in manpower, tanks, and aircraft. Only fear of the weather forced the Germans to adopt defensive tactics.
  The increasing number of deserters and traitors also played a negative role, as did the fact that the Germans had developed high-altitude aviation, which was more effective in aerial reconnaissance.
  Moreover, the Soviet command approached the concentration of forces somewhat incorrectly. In particular, the tactic of launching a new operation in a different sector before the previous one was completed made sense when there was numerical superiority, just like in World War I, when the Germans were being pulled apart. But if the enemy was outnumbered, this made it difficult to achieve superiority in a particular sector.
  If Stalin had been able to create superiority on a separate section of the front at a ratio of approximately three to one, then perhaps a tactical success would have been achieved.
  So, while an offensive is underway in one sector, preparations are underway in another, the Germans and their allies actually have an easier time repelling them. Moreover, the Nazis now had high-altitude, high-speed reconnaissance aircraft with excellent optics, which allowed them to track troop movements. Concealment is more difficult in winter, and night is no panacea, so German reconnaissance aircraft acquired decent night vision devices.
  The "King Tiger," as a planned breakthrough tank, was delayed in serial production and proved less than successful. The Panther-2, which Hitler ordered reinforced to the impenetrability of the IS-2 and equipped with a 900-horsepower engine, weighed 51 tons, even with the addition of a duralumin casing, which saved 800 kilograms. However, the side armor could be increased to 82 millimeters at a rational angle. This made the German tank less vulnerable from the sides than previous models. However, the Panther-2 and Lev-2, in a more advanced configuration, are still in development.
  But over the winter, the Germans completely took control of French possessions in Africa, including the "Niger Loop." There were oil, gas, bauxite, and even larger uranium reserves there, especially in the Congo. De Gaulle was caught-without the help of the Allies, he was worthless, and Scorrel had worked cleanly and skillfully.
  Thus, by May 1944, the oil problems were largely resolved. All supplies were already coming from Libya, and all that remained was to drill more and more wells.
  But in May, the Germans weren't yet ready to attack. Besides the outdated Tiger, they lacked a serious breakthrough tank. True, the Tiger was already in mass production, and thanks to its high-quality armor and thick side panels, as well as its rapid-fire, accurate gun, it could serve as a more or less capable, if not ideal, tank for breaking through Soviet troop lines.
  After a series of disputes, the German command returned to its previous plan from 1942. Namely, to launch an offensive on the flanks, encircle Leningrad twice, and then break through to Stalingrad. Moreover, after the Wehrmacht abandoned the Rzhev-Vyazma salient, a favorable foothold for an attack on Moscow was lost. So the capital was relatively far away.
  The Nazis' plan wasn't optimal either, but... Early parliamentary elections were held in Sweden, where the Nazis achieved a stunning victory. The country, with a population of eight million and a developed economy, was ready to enter the war against the USSR. Charles XII emerged as the most popular figure. The Swedes were eager for revenge for previous defeats and humiliations during the wars lost to Peter the Great and Alexander I. Thus, all of Europe was already fighting against the USSR. Moreover, Franco and Salazar decided to officially enter the war to claim their share of the spoils. Only Switzerland remained formally neutral, but it sent a division of volunteers.
  The Nazi coalition had numerical superiority. Moreover, by mid-May 1944, the Germans already had about a thousand ME-262 jets in service. The aircraft itself was quite capable, but its engines were underdeveloped. However, engines were gradually upgraded, becoming more powerful, more reliable, and fuel consumption decreased.
  The offensive began in the south. The Fritz tried to repeat the plan developed by the OKW for Operation Blau in January 1942, but then arbitrarily modified by Hitler. When you advance on Stalingrad from both the south and north, along converging axes, the Germans needed to break through to the Don first. The Nazi Tigers launched an attack but encountered a strong defensive line. The Fritz's advance proved slow, bogged down by the Soviet defenses in depth, advancing only 35-40 kilometers toward Voronezh in the first ten days.
  Then, in two weeks of stubborn fighting, the fascists advanced only ten kilometers and, due to heavy losses, were forced to stop.
  The offensive in the south was more successful. There were fewer Soviet troops there, making it more difficult to defend. Numerous Panthers, Tigers, Ferdinands (this self-propelled gun proved more numerous due to the lack of strategic bombing!), early models of the Jagdtiger, and the particularly effective Sturmtiger, were used. The Germans managed to break through the first lines of defense and gain operational space.
  At the same time, the Japanese army also went on the offensive. The Samurai increased the size of their tank fleet, and their new medium-weight vehicles were practically equal to the T-34-76 in armament and performance, and even superior in frontal armor, although inferior in side protection.
  Japan launched an offensive in Mongolia, where defenses were much more difficult to maintain. The Soviet command faced a shortage of reserves, fighting back on all three fronts. Moreover, personnel losses during the winter offensive were considerable.
  The German offensive on Tikhvin, and the Finnish and Swedish offensive from the White Sea Canal, was repelled with difficulty. The Nazis advanced slowly, but almost continuously. In mid-June, Meinstein's troops broke into Stalingrad in the south. The Second Battle of Stalingrad had begun. And by early July, after the fall of Tikhvin and Volkhov, the Finns, Swedes, and Germans had united, forming a second ring around the city of Lenin.
  Thus, an extremely difficult situation developed for the Soviet military forces.
  But Stalingrad refused to yield to Meinstein. This prevented the Germans from expanding their offensive in other directions. In the south, as in 1942, they only reached the Terek Gate, bogged down near Grozny and Ordzhonikidze. Heavy fighting continued in the Voronezh direction. By September, Soviet troops were forced to retreat beyond the Don. Ironically, by the end of October, the front line in the south repeated the 1942 period, the moment of the Nazi advance.
  Things were worse in the north, where Leningrad was completely besieged. Furthermore, the Germans, Finns, and Swedes managed to cut through the Red Army's defenses on the Karelian Peninsula, cutting Murmansk off from the main part of the USSR.
  Around forty Soviet divisions found themselves isolated. However, their numbers were far below their authorized strength. Sweden fielded around twenty-five fairly well-equipped divisions. Together with the seasoned Finns and German troops, they gained numerical superiority. And transferring reserves to the Karelian Peninsula was extremely difficult.
  In fact, the Red Army couldn't get the reinforcements it needed, as the Japanese proved unexpectedly strong. Their numbers, including puppet troops, exceeded five million, effectively creating a full-fledged second front. So, the only option left was to fight off the Germans and their allies.
  Gradually, the Soviet zone of control in Karelia shrank, and Murmansk found itself completely blockaded and effectively doomed. With the enemy fleet, especially submarines, dominating the sea, there was no way to resupply.
  Alas, in November 1944, the USSR lacked the reserves to repeat the turning point of 1942. Almost everything had been expended to prevent the loss of the Caucasus. Moreover, the Germans were conducting a more professional assault on Stalingrad, and reserves had to be constantly transferred there, as if into a crater of Tartarus. Stalin ordered the city on the Volga to be held at all costs. But with enemy air power dominating the air, the cost was incredibly high.
  Moreover, Meinstein, unlike Paulus, took his time and spared his soldiers. As a result, the casualty ratio was unfavorable for the Red Army.
  Hitler hurried Meinstein, but the cunning field marshal knew how to dodge and withstand the pressure.
  The Sturmtiger rocket launchers were among the most powerful weapons. They had extremely powerful mortar launchers that hurled shells weighing 320 kilograms. Moreover, the shells were rocket-propelled and far more powerful than howitzer rockets. They could be considered a worthy response to the Katyusha rockets, albeit on tracks. Furthermore, some mortar launchers were also mounted on trucks, with a longer firing range.
  The Germans also used gas projectors. And, of course, jet bombers.
  In December, the Japanese captured almost all of Mongolia and came close to Vladivostok, partially capturing Primorye and Khabarovsk. But General Frost forced them to stop.
  Taking advantage of this, the Red Army launched a series of counterattacks on the German flanks, attempting to capture what remained of Stalingrad. A small portion of the city remained in place until early 1945. The Germans achieved some success in 1944, but were unable to conquer the Caucasus or obtain Baku oil. True, for now, they had sufficient oil from Romania, Hungary, Libya, Cameroon, and Nigeria for their own needs.
  Leningrad was still under siege. Large reserves of food and ammunition had been stockpiled in advance, so the city could survive the winter, continuing to tie down significant forces of the Wehrmacht and its allies.
  The Soviet leadership also managed to accumulate strategic reserves of raw materials in Lenin's city for weapons production. So, for now, this didn't provide the Nazis with much.
  But Murmansk was completely blockaded. Of the ten transports heading toward the city, the Nazis drank up nine.
  In January, the Soviet command attempted to test the Germans' strength in the center. However, they failed to overcome the very powerful and sophisticated defenses. The maximum advance was five or six kilometers, at best no more than eight. And the losses of the Soviet divisions were quite significant. In most units, up to half the strength was lost.
  But some German forces were diverted, allowing them to hold Stalingrad... In March, the Germans themselves launched an offensive at the Terek Gate. They managed to break through the Soviet defenses and encircle Grozny and Ordzhonikidze, but the Germans found themselves at a standstill at the Vedeno, Shali, and further city lines.
  The city of Grozny itself remained under complete siege until May. Stalingrad finally fell in May. The city and its suburbs, as well as the tank factory, were practically reduced to rubble.
  The German coalition was also running out of steam, but the Führer wanted victory. In January, the first successful tests of a disc craft reached double the speed of sound and reached an altitude of 18 kilometers. By May, the disc had already reached four times the speed of sound and reached an altitude of 30 kilometers.
  But the new aircraft, despite its strong, even unique, flight characteristics, proved vulnerable to small arms fire and expensive. This vulnerability was soon resolved by introducing a laminar flow hood, but this increased fuel consumption and reduced the aircraft's flight time. Furthermore, the disc itself, in its laminar flow hood, was unable to fire effectively.
  But the era of "flying saucers" had begun. Moreover, the Germans acquired a powerful trump card: the new-generation E-class tanks. While similar in weight to the King Tiger and Panther, they featured a much more compact and sophisticated layout, a low silhouette, and thick armor.
  The Panther-2 and Tiger-2, and later the Tiger-3, performed well in mass production and on the battlefield. The latter, with a more compact layout and a small turret, boasted strong armor and a 1,080-horsepower engine. The Maus never caught on. However, the Panther-F variant performed admirably.
  Due to a lack of alloying elements, Soviet tanks had poor armor, and while the Panther, even with its 75-mm gun, was still quite capable of performing its role, its 120-mm sloped frontal armor provided fairly reliable protection against the T-34-85's 85-mm gun. However, the SU-100, a Soviet self-propelled gun, arguably proved a worthy opponent for the Panther's armor upgrades. The T-4 was already out of production, and the Panther was the lightest of the mass-produced tanks.
  The first tank to feature a cutting-edge layout was the mass-produced "Lion" tank. Its turret was shifted rearward, while the transmission, engine, and gearbox were mounted in a single unit at the front. This resulted in a low silhouette, and armor protection comparable to that of the "King Tiger" despite its powerful 105mm cannon, with the turret's frontal armor even more powerful.
  The rearward displacement of the turret also gave the Lion the advantage that when moving through the forest, the muzzle of its long-barreled gun did not catch on tree trunks as much.
  The Nazis also tried other schemes and bombed Soviet positions with powerful aircraft.
  Japan also tried to advance and finally cut off Vladivostok from the mainland.
  The Germans attempted to break through to Moscow in June and July. But the Soviet defensive line proved extremely strong, and the Nazis suffered colossal losses. Even the Lev tank was not entirely adequate in an offensive role, primarily due to insufficient side armor.
  The Soviet command increasingly used 100-millimeter guns. Clearly, the USSR lacked the resources to defeat enemy tanks with similar tanks, but it could make massive use of anti-tank artillery.
  The initial E-100 model proved too heavy at 140 tons, with 120mm of side armor (240mm frontal!), even at an angle. This was no longer sufficient. Not to mention that the Maus tanks were hopelessly outclassed in their layout.
  In reality, the "Lion" tank and the E-10 and E-25 self-propelled guns were advanced German vehicles, combining the engine, transmission, and gearbox. However, the Germans produced a host of inferior vehicles. For example, the Panther, Tiger, Jagdtiger, and Jagdpanther, all with rather tall silhouettes and lagging behind in development.
  The E-70 also wasn't entirely successful. The vehicle boasted a powerful 128-millimeter cannon and an advanced layout, but due to the desire to maintain a combat load of at least 80 rounds and keep the weight under 70 tons, its armor protection was comparable to that of the King Tiger (model 1944) and inadequate for a breakthrough. Even the Tiger-3 was better protected. However, the E-70 successfully tested a turbocharged engine producing 1,200 horsepower, allowing the tank to reach a road speed of 60 kilometers per hour.
  In any case, German tanks suffered heavy losses, as did the infantry. Foreign divisions and the Third Reich's satellites also suffered heavy losses.
  By mid-August, the Germans had advanced only 40-50 kilometers in the center and were unable to gain operational space. Their losses were enormous. In September, the Nazis launched a new offensive in the south... After a month and a half of brutal fighting, the enemy broke through to the Caspian Sea, cutting off the Caucasus by land.
  But the Soviet command managed to establish supplies by sea, albeit at great cost. In November, the Fritz forces, at the cost of enormous effort and heavy losses, reached the Volga Delta. In December, the front line stabilized. The gap between the Caucasus front and the main Soviet territory widened. Furthermore, the Japanese managed to cut off Vladivostok, laying siege to the Soviet city.
  Despite the blockade, Murmansk managed to heroically hold out until December 1945. But it still fell...
  In 1946, fighting continued... The Soviet Army Group's position in the Caucasus proved extremely dire. They were cut off by land, and Baku was in danger of being completely lost.
  Stalin felt extremely exhausted, both nervously and physically. Fierce fighting erupted in the direction of Tikhvin. An attempt was made to save besieged Leningrad. Food supplies in the city itself were now less than six months' worth, and ration cards were being cut again.
  Initially, Soviet troops broke through the front line, but then the enemy, outnumbered by tanks, managed to counterattack and even cut off part of the Soviet forces. February was marked by fierce fighting in both the north and south, where Soviet troops tested the enemy and attempted to recapture Stalingrad. The latter was partially successful. Soviet tanks broke into the city, but unfortunately were unable to drive the Nazis out.
  The Third Battle of Stalingrad then erupted. Soviet troops also achieved relatively significant successes near Voronezh. But even there, the Nazis, using a large number of tank units and their technological superiority, were able to restore the situation. In March, disc-shaped helicopters and flying discs began to take part in the fighting en masse. The Germans had somewhat improved the flying saucers and were able to launch missile strikes against Soviet positions. However, in practice, the flying discs failed to live up to expectations as a wonder weapon.
  Just as von Braun's ballistic missile proved too expensive and inaccurate to be worth its active use in combat.
  But the Germans developed tailless jet bombers capable of carrying up to ten tons of cargo and flying distances of up to 16 thousand kilometers (!).
  Unfortunately, Soviet jet aircraft were still lagging behind, and the enemy enjoyed near-total air superiority. In any case, propeller-driven aircraft could not, in principle, surpass jet aircraft in performance. And domestic developments were too late. And the transition from propeller-driven to jet aircraft was too painful.
  Pilots need to be retrained, runways need to be lengthened, and a special type of fuel needs to be prepared. And the engines themselves still need to be tested and fine-tuned!
  The Germans were distracted by Stalingrad... Oddly enough, the Third Reich and the entire coalition were running out of steam, while the Red Army was like a phoenix. Both April and May were spent in fierce battles near Stalingrad. And even in June, the Red Army was still trying to advance, pinning down the enemy. But in July, despite the heat, the Nazis nevertheless advanced along the Caspian coast toward Baku. The advance was extremely slow, an average of 1.5 kilometers per day. Dagestan fought back... Soviet troops pressed the Fritzes and their allies from every direction.
  They attacked the enemy both in the center and in the north. They weren't allowed to reach Arkhangelsk... But in September, the pace of the German advance in the Caucasus accelerated. The forces of the Caucasus group were severely depleted, and only two or three of the ten transports arrived by sea, despite enemy air superiority. At the end of October, the Nazis finally entered Azerbaijan. And in November, they advanced on Baku. And in early December, the Fritzes joined forces with the Turks in Georgia...
  Even before March, fighting continued in the Caucasus, and Yerevan held out until June 1947.
  All winter, the Red Army tirelessly attempted to advance. They severely battered the coalition. Although the Japanese finally captured Vladivostok in April, this only allowed the USSR to gain a firmer foothold beyond the Amur.
  Although the Red Army failed to achieve any significant successes with its assaults during the winter and in March, it inflicted a significant lesson on the coalition. Within the German satellite countries, the situation was becoming increasingly tense. Manpower was depleted, and losses were enormous. The economic burden was becoming unbearable. Even successes on the front brought less and less joy to the average European. The desire for peace grew stronger and stronger.
  But Hitler stubbornly wanted to finish off the USSR. Although the calculations that the Red Army would lose its combat effectiveness after the loss of Baku proved unfounded. In 1946, the USSR produced a record number of weapons: approximately 60,000 aircraft, 40,000 tanks and self-propelled guns, 250,000 artillery pieces and mortars. Yes, Soviet aviation mainly consisted of the Yak-9 fighter and the Il-2 attack aircraft, which was still in production. The Yak-3 and La-7 were produced in small quantities. The Pe-2 and Tu-3 are still in production. Yes, aviation can be considered obsolete against the enemy's jet monsters, but it is not. Like the T-34-85, IS-3, and SU-100, other aircraft are still in small numbers.
  And in 1947, the T-54 entered service, which was supposed to put an end to the qualitative superiority of German equipment. Of course, the T-54, weighing 36 tons, couldn't be stronger than all enemy tanks, but it was quite capable of competing with the Panthers and Tigers.
  The E-50, nicknamed the "Lion" 3, became the German tank's primary tank. Similar to the "Lion," it boasted a more powerful 1,200-horsepower engine and thicker armor. Weighing 75 tons, the German tank's side armor increased to 140 millimeters, while its frontal armor reached 240 millimeters, with a 105-millimeter gun and a 100-caliber barrel. The new German tank was intended to become the primary vehicle. It outgunned and outgunned the Soviet version, but was more than twice as heavy.
  However, the T-54 is just beginning to enter production.
  But the summer of 1947 proved even hotter. The Germans attempted to advance on Moscow again. They also broke through to Saratov. The fighting dragged on until late autumn. The Nazis eventually managed to take Saratov. But in the Moscow area, they had only advanced a maximum of sixty to seventy kilometers. Both Rzhev and Vyazma, although the latter was half-encircled, remained in Soviet hands.
  Moscow remains unconquered, and the Nazis and their brutal coalition are forced to face the winter in the trenches. This time, the Soviet command is preserving its men and conserving its strength, particularly the T-54 tank. And on December 31, 1947, the MiG-15 successfully tested its intended target, ending Germany's monopoly on jet aircraft in the air.
  True, Leningrad fell in February 1948 after a long siege. A very severe blow to the prestige of Soviet power.
  The USSR's position in May 1948 was hopeless. The Germans and their coalition controlled the Caucasus, then the Volga to Saratov, and Tambov and Voronezh. Then east of Orel, almost next to Tula, then Vyazma and near Rzhev itself, all the way to Arkhangelsk.
  What else can be done in such a situation? Plus, the Japanese control all of Primorye along the Amur River and have captured their only ally: Mongolia.
  And in seven years of war, lands were lost where at least half the USSR's population, and perhaps more, lived before the occupation. In seven years of war, the Red Army irrevocably lost at least twenty million soldiers and officers. Not counting those wounded or crippled. Not counting the enormous losses from massive bombings, artillery shelling, and starvation.
  Even taking into account the evacuated families, Stalin had no more than a hundred million manpower left under his control, probably less. Of these, one in five was drafted into the army. Around twenty million were assigned to various troops. Children as young as five, pensioners, and those with first- and second-degree disabilities were allowed to work at machine tools.
  The country is fully mobilized. Arms production in 1947 only slightly declined... So it's far too early to write off the Soviet Union!
  Stalin himself, at least, didn't think so. And Hitler, too, wanted to crush Russia-to get everything at once! So there was no sign of compromise.
  In the summer, the Germans launched a new offensive on Moscow. They still hoped to break the capital and end the USSR. On the Red Army side, Moscow was defended by over three million soldiers and militias. They had twelve thousand tanks and self-propelled guns. True, there were only about five hundred T-54s; the majority of the fighting was done by T-34-85s and SU-100s. The IS-3 had already been taken out of production by this time. Very few IS-4 tanks were produced due to the technological unreliability of this behemoth. Six IS-7 tanks were built, but this vehicle never entered mass production. Although perhaps in vain. Its 130-mm gun could penetrate the 240-mm armor of the 75-ton Lev-3. True, the Germans had a more advanced tank, the "Royal Lion," weighing 100 tons with an 1800 horsepower engine and a 128-mm, very long-barreled gun with a muzzle velocity of 1260 meters per second.
  But Stalin somehow cooled towards heavy equipment and preferred: let it be small, but powerful.
  But the four warriors: Zoya, Victoria, Elena, and Nadezhda, didn't think so. And they just happened to be assigned an IS-7 tank. And number seven, at that. The four had built this machine at their own expense. The girls had found gold bars in Siberia and donated them to the Ministry of Defense fund. And now they wanted to try firing this wondrous machine themselves.
  And just then the fateful day of June 22, 1948, was approaching. Hitler's troops were just leading the population, trying to bypass and encircle the Soviet city of Rzhev.
  And the four daughters of the Russian demiurge gods, as always, decided to intervene at a critical moment for Russia! After all, they always save their homeland-Rus-at the right time and place!
  
  
  
  
  IF THERE WAS NO STEEL PAPER CLIP
  In fact, oddly enough, in most parallel universes, the course of World War II and the Great Patriotic War was even worse for Russia than in reality. Perhaps because the fascist regime that took control of Europe possessed far greater potential than it realized. The combination of brutal totalitarianism and market elements of the economy was more effective than the liberal capitalism of the West and the centralized, bureaucratic Stalinist model. Fortunately, for a number of reasons, both objective and subjective, including a great deal of luck, the fascists were unable to play their trump cards.
  How many German spies were exposed simply because the Germans used stainless steel scrapers on their documents, while the Russians used iron? And how did such a small detail decisively influence the course of the war?
  In any case, there existed a parallel universe where, as early as October 1941, one particularly inquisitive intelligence officer accidentally discovered this fact. The genuine Soviet documents and the counterfeit German ones were both soaked and... The paper clip on the Soviet documents was rusty, and it was noticeable, but not on the German ones.
  This is a small thing, but its influence on the course of the Great Patriotic War turned out to be quite significant.
  Having avoided failures and operated under surveillance, German agents uncovered substantial evidence of Soviet troops preparing an offensive at Stalingrad. It was so compelling that the stubborn Adolf Hitler agreed and ordered the regrouping of Nazi troops stationed on the Volga. And that mattered.
  If during the Rzhev-Sychovsk operation, the Red Army, having more than twice the forces of the Wehrmacht, was unable to break through the German defense, then at Stalingrad the balance of forces was more favorable for the Nazis.
  Moreover, the weather on November 19, 1942, was not conducive to offensive operations. Aircraft, especially ground attack aircraft, were unable to take off, and the artillery barrage had only a very limited impact on the enemy's advanced defenses. Soviet troops, having gone on the offensive, became bogged down. Even the deployment of tank corps failed to breach the Nazi defenses.
  Fierce fighting also erupted in the Rzhev-Sychovsky sector. It continued into the New Year. Only then, having suffered serious losses, did Soviet forces halt their advance on both fronts. Hitler held on to the Volga, but the Germans began to be defeated in Africa. Churchill called Montgomery's offensive in Egypt the end of the beginning. He also declared that from now on, the Allies would only win.
  Indeed, despite the continued transfer of large forces to Africa, Rommel's luck was running out, and his army suffered defeat after defeat. To ensure the war was waged on two fronts, the Third Reich was forced to declare total mobilization in February 1943.
  Moreover, the main objectives of Operation Blau were not achieved. However, in the winter of 1942-1943, the Wehrmacht, unlike in real history, managed to avoid a serious defeat in the east. In late January, Soviet troops resumed the offensive in the center: the Third Rzhev-Sychovsk Operation and the Battle of Stalingrad. But they were unable to break through the enemy, who was firmly entrenched. The fighting was reminiscent of World War I. Protracted, trench warfare. When the attacker suffered more losses than the defender.
  Operation Iskra, the plan to lift the siege of Leningrad, was postponed. Stalin wanted to cut off the Rzhev salient as quickly as possible and defeat the enemy at Stalingrad. The Germans, remembering the lessons of the previous winter, actively defended themselves. And so far, they had managed to repel the Soviet onslaught. As it turned out, when the Fritzes are prepared, their defenses are not easy to penetrate. And the quality of the German armed forces is still at its best.
  The Soviet offensive lasted until the end of February, but was unsuccessful.
  In early March, the Soviet command attempted an offensive in the Voronezh direction. After initial successes, the Red Army came under Mainstein's counterattack. Large Soviet forces found themselves surrounded and forced to fight their way back. Losses, especially in equipment, were heavy, and the Germans and their allies were able to consolidate their position in this direction and completely captured Voronezh and its suburbs.
  During Mainstein's counterattack, Panthers and Tigers saw combat for the first time. The new tanks partially lived up to expectations. When used correctly, they outperformed Soviet vehicles in head-on combat.
  The spring thaw set in, and a lull settled over the Eastern Front. Fierce fighting raged in Tunisia.
  The Führer was trying to maintain his foothold in Africa at any cost. To achieve this, the fascists even decided on an unprecedented step. They presented Franco with an ultimatum: either he allow German troops to reach Gibraltar, or he, like the Vichy government, would be overthrown. The Generalissimo lost his nerve and agreed. At the same time, he made a tearful plea to the British and American governments: don't declare war on Spain, because it wasn't his decision!
  On April 15, 1943, the Germans launched an assault on Gibraltar, deploying their latest Tiger and Panther tanks. The fortress fell under the pounding of hundreds of tanks in two days. Paulus, recalled from the Eastern Front, commanded the assault. Ironically, the Germans were only able to capture the last blocks, buildings, and factories of Stalingrad by April 1, 1943. Thus, Paulus partially rehabilitated himself and received the rank of Field Marshal and the addition of the swords and oak leaves of the Knight's Cross.
  The capture of Gibraltar blocked British and American access to the Mediterranean from the west. Moreover, the Nazis themselves were able to invade Morocco by the shortest route, diverting some Allied forces from Tunisia.
  The pressure on the Tunisian bridgehead weakened, and Rommel was redeployed. Hitler decided to freeze military operations in the East for now and try to gain control of the Mediterranean.
  The Soviet command also adopted a wait-and-see approach. That's what Stalin did in real history, and that's what he decided to do now. Let the foolish capitalists bleed themselves dry. Let them thrash each other, and we'll gather our strength and strike when they're completely exhausted.
  The Germans held northern Tunisia for now, while troops under the new Field Marshal Paulus advanced on Casablanca. The Americans encountered Tiger tanks and Panther tanks. Their Shermans proved weak against these tanks, as well as the modernized T-4.
  After three months of hesitation, Churchill finally declared war on Spain. However, by this time, the Germans had already captured all of Morocco and invaded Algeria. Therefore, this didn't come as a shock to Franco. On July 25, German troops captured the capital of Algiers and inflicted a crushing defeat on the British. This success was facilitated by Rommel's counterattack and the surprise defeat and landing of Kisslinger in Malta.
  The Eastern Front was stable and calm. Stalin, whose troops had suffered heavy losses in previous battles, was reinforcing the Red Army. The Germans were also forming new divisions and transferring them across the Strait of Gibraltar to the Mediterranean.
  The activity of German U-boats led to a decline in the tonnage of the American and British fleets. This, too, did not contribute to success in the battles for Europe's largest southern sea.
  The threatening situation in the Mediterranean led Churchill to decide to land in France on August 6. However, the operation took place in unfavorable weather conditions and was poorly prepared.
  On August 10, Rommel and Paulus joined forces, creating a massive cauldron in eastern Algeria. And on August 19, Meinstein, the wily master of traps, cut off the Allied forces from the coast.
  The Fritz's success was facilitated by the indecisiveness of the Americans, who considered the 1943 landing in France premature, as well as a severe shortage of landing craft. There was a lull on the Eastern Front. Furthermore, German aircraft production more than doubled in 1943, exceeding 32,000 aircraft in one year - fortunately, the Germans had more manpower and territory under their control than they actually had. And the new Focke-Wulf aircraft, with their heavily armored and armed 30mm cannons, inflicted excessive damage on Allied aircraft.
  The disasters in Algeria and France made August 1943 truly black for the Allies.
  Stalin was even pleased by such successes. But Churchill's patience had run out. In the East, even air combat had virtually ceased, and partisan activity had declined. The Germans were forming ever new corps of former Soviet citizens and even creating the semblance of puppet local governments. So much so that individual brigades of local nationalists from the East were already fighting in Africa.
  The Bulgarian Tsar Boris also sent three of his best divisions to Tunisia, apparently hoping to gain some colonies for himself on the Black Continent.
  In September, Rommel launched a major offensive in Egypt. Using his numerical and qualitative superiority, he managed to capture Tripoli just a week after the signal to attack.
  The British and Americans suffered defeat after defeat in Libya. Under these circumstances, Churchill announced a suspension of all aid supplies to the Bolshevik USSR and demanded an immediate intensification of military operations. Stalin pretended to ignore the ultimatums, although preparations for an offensive were certainly underway. But Koba was cunning and even tried to test the waters for a separate peace. However, by the end of September, the Germans had captured Libya entirely, including Tolbuk, and even broken through to Alexandria in Egypt.
  Paulus managed to bypass the most important British fortified position and reach the Nile further south. This effectively spelled disaster for Britain in Egypt. From there, the Germans could reach the Suez Canal and advance on Iraq, and from there, Baku wasn't far away.
  Delay was becoming dangerous, and Stalin gave the order to resume the offensive on Rzhev, as well as to recapture Stalingrad, and simultaneously to suppress the enemy in the North Caucasus.
  That is, in October, fighting resumed on three fronts at once. And in November, on the Leningrad Front as well.
  However, breaking through the well-entrenched enemy, armed with powerful Panther and Tiger heavy tanks, was no easy task. The Soviet troops faced deep trench defenses. And in this defense, the new German tanks and self-propelled guns performed well.
  So there were no significant advances in October and November. The only thing that was possible was to halt the German advance at the Suez Canal. And then only temporarily... However, Paulus and Rommel turned their forces to Sudan and began to conquer Africa.
  The Wehrmacht is not yet ready to attack in winter.
  In addition, the Fritzes had high hopes for the Panther-2 as a more advanced machine, and for the Tiger-2 and Lion.
  The winter passed with the Red Army attempting to break through the Fritz defenses. But no significant gains were achieved. Even if a breakthrough occurred, the enemy would restore the situation with a counterattack.
  And the situation was only getting worse. In Britain, amid military defeats, a political crisis had arisen. A vote of no confidence was passed against Churchill's cabinet. And how could it be otherwise, when the wiser Paulus had driven England out of Sudan and Ethiopia.
  The new government offered Germany a separate peace. Considering the US's heavy losses to the German U-boat fleet, Roosevelt didn't object. Moreover, his position in America had been shaken. And the Japanese had managed to score a few minor victories, slowing the American advance. So, the "we're on the fringe" viewpoint prevailed.
  Hitler, however, initially set excessive conditions. Then the compromise was the return of French lands and Egypt, as well as the return of former Italian territories. Sudan also became part of the Third Reich, but the Suez Canal was jointly exploited.
  Thus, having freed his hands in the West, the Führer threw all his forces into the East. The Nazis launched an offensive on Moscow in May. They already had plenty of oil, thanks to the French and British colonies, and Libya, but Hitler wanted victory as quickly as possible.
  Plus, Türkiye has also opened a second front.
  However, the Red Army demonstrated incredible resilience and heroism in the battle for the Soviet capital. On average, the German advance did not exceed one kilometer per day. By the end of August, the Nazis had advanced a maximum of one hundred kilometers, with the breakthrough width being just over three hundred.
  They approached Moscow but ran into the Mozhaisk line of defense. These were modest results. Moreover, Soviet troops constantly counterattacked the enemy. New Soviet T-34-85 and IS-2 tanks took part in the battles. It's not as if the Germans had completely lost their advantage, but the Red Army, and science, were not standing still!
  New Soviet fighters, the Yak-3 and La-7, appeared, capable of competing with German propeller-driven aircraft. However, the enemy had very powerful jet trump cards in return. The ME-262 and HE-162 were unparalleled anywhere in the world. Hitler also decided to ban the production and development of tanks lighter than 50 tons. As a result, the T-4 and Panther were scrapped. The Panther-2 weighed 50.2 tons and boasted a powerful cannon and a 900-horsepower engine. The King Tiger and Lion grew into monsters, weighing nearly 70 tons. Soviet aircraft, by party decree, were limited to 47 tons.
  Having failed to take Moscow, the Nazis turned their attention to Leningrad. They were really fed up with that city. In September, massive artillery bombardments began. They used 1000-millimeter-caliber guns and winged robotic projectiles.
  Hitler ordered to take Leningrad at any cost.
  The city managed to repel three assaults in September and October. However, the Germans managed to advance ten to twenty kilometers and also seize the Peterhof bridgehead. In some places, their units entered the city, worsening the group's operational situation. In November 1944, following the Nazi victory in the parliamentary elections, Sweden also entered the war against the USSR.
  It actively promoted the slogan: revenge for the defeats at the hands of Peter the Great and Alexander the Great. New Swedish divisions arrived at the front and, together with the Finns, launched an offensive on the city from the north. Meanwhile, the Nazis renewed their attacks, using, among other things, the Sturmtiger and the even more powerful Sturmaus, as well as the E-100 tank, the world's first mass-produced monster weighing over 100 tons.
  Despite the massive heroism and resilience of Soviet soldiers and militias, as well as a desperate diversionary counteroffensive on Novgorod, the city could not be saved. Nevertheless, the last quarter fell only on January 27, 1945, demonstrating boundless resilience. The city itself held out for a whopping 1,270 days! Arguably the longest siege of a city in modern warfare.
  Although the Germans and their allies suffered enormous losses, the objective was still partially achieved. The second largest and most important Soviet city fell, and the enemy's most powerful force was freed.
  Winter fighting was fierce. The Germans made full use of their mass-produced jet aircraft. The USSR lacked parity against them. This prevented them from achieving an advantage in the air. On the contrary, the enemy dominated there. Just as German tanks retained their advantage for now. And even increased it with the advent of the "E" series.
  Compared to the Tigers and Panthers, the E-series tanks had a more compact layout, a low silhouette, and, as a result, much thicker sloped armor.
  Soviet science's only response so far was the IS-3, with stronger frontal turret protection. The T-54 was still in development, and the T-44 was no more successful.
  Hitler, however, changed his plans in May 1945. Limiting himself to isolated attacks, he launched his main offensive in the Caucasus. Fighting there was more convenient. Thus, after the capture of Stalingrad, supplying the Soviet group proved difficult. Furthermore, in February, Soviet troops inflicted a severe defeat on the Ottomans in Transcaucasia, forcing them to flee Yerevan and liberating the Kars region.
  The Germans broke through the defenses and, moving along the Volga, reached the Caspian Sea. Grozny fell on June 15 after fierce fighting, Sukhumi on June 23, and Zugdidi on the 29th of the same month. Tbilisi was captured at the end of July, along with Kutaisi. In August, the fascist vultures finally captured Dagestan and Poti, advancing north toward Armenia. In September, they joined forces with the Turks, and the assault on Baku began. This key city held out until November 6, 1945. Isolated fighting in the mountains, particularly in Yerevan, continued until the end of December.
  Fierce fighting continued in the center as well. The Germans managed to close in on Tula and even capture Kalinin, but were subsequently stopped. Nevertheless, the front line drew closer, and in some places it was no more than eighty kilometers from the capital.
  1946 began with a scorching winter. The Soviet command, eager to preempt the German offensive, desperately attacked the enemy.
  Unfortunately, the enemy's advantage in the air only grew. The Luftwaffe's jet aircraft, unfortunately, were constantly improving. New modifications of the ME-262 appeared, including a super-fast version. Also new were the powerful TA-183 jet fighter, the more advanced HE-262 with swept wings, and the true masterpiece of aircraft engineering, the ME-1010 with steerable wings.
  The USSR's primary fighter remained the Yak-9, a once-new aircraft that was now clearly obsolete.
  But the Luftwaffe also has the Ju-287, and the Ju-387 jet bomber, TA-400, and TA-500. And jet attack aircraft. And the HE-377 jet and the HE-477, also a jet and multirole.
  And the E-70 series with tanks weighing as much as the King Tiger, but with much stronger protection.
  A true masterpiece was the pyramidal tank unveiled in metal for the Führer's birthday on April 20, 1946. Hitler personally named it the "Imperial Lion."
  The vehicle was shaped like an elongated, flattened pyramid, with small wheels covering the entire floor. This eliminated the need for a skid plate, significantly increasing its cross-country ability. Furthermore, the tank had no roof, and its armor was highly sloped from all angles. Weighing 99 tons, the vehicle was armed with a 128-millimeter anti-aircraft gun with a 100-EL barrel, an 1,800-horsepower engine, and 300-millimeter frontal armor. The plates were highly sloped in the first half of the frontal armor, and 250-millimeters in the second, sloped half. This made it the most powerful tank in the world, impenetrable from all firing positions and against bombs from above.
  The Fuhrer immediately ordered that it be put into production as quickly as possible and that at the same time an assault modification with a howitzer and a mortar launcher be created.
  So the Nazis were well-stocked and had to be defeated. But, unfortunately, they encountered a very stubborn and technically strong enemy. And at the end of May, as per tradition, when the roads dry out, the offensive began.
  The Nazis attempted to outflank Moscow and Tula. The fighting raged on, unprecedented in intensity and scale. But the Soviet troops were worthy of the title of invincible. After three months of relentless fighting, the Nazis were only able to encircle Tula and reach Kashin, then approach Moscow from the north, partially cutting off communications. Fighting was already taking place on the streets of the city itself.
  Stalin left the capital and evacuated to Kuibyshev. But the Nazis launched an offensive on Saratov in July. The city fell on August 8. Since Kuibyshev was now dangerously close to the front, the Supreme Commander-in-Chief moved his headquarters to Sverdlovsk. Fighting in Moscow continued into September. Kashira fell on the 18th. By early October, the USSR capital was almost surrounded, and on the 29th, after fierce fighting, Kuibyshev also fell. The Germans also captured Guryev and Uralsk.
  November was marked by terrible fighting. On November 7, the Fritz broke through to the Kremlin, but were driven back by a desperate counterattack. During this battle, the acting commandant of Moscow, Marshal Rokossovsky, was killed!
  And the famous Soviet pilot Kozhedub shot down the 100th German aircraft, becoming the first Soviet person to be awarded the title of Hero of the USSR four times. This was also on November 7, 1946.
  On December 4, the siege of Moscow was finally sealed. But the capital and the remnants of its heroic garrison fought on until Orthodox Christmas on January 7, 1947.
  Meinstein led the assault on the capital. For this, he was awarded the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross, second only to Hermann Göring.
  But the war wasn't over yet. From Sverdlovsk, Stalin promised to continue the fight. The Germans were also considerably exhausted. In the south, their forces approached Penza and Ulyanovsk and stopped. In March, the Soviets launched counterattacks. But in April, they were finally forced to abandon Ryazan. And in May, the Nazis surrounded the city of Gorky and broke through to Kazan in the south. In June, the Fritzes captured Orenburg and approached Ufa. The Red Army's resistance weakened, morale plummeted, and mass desertions began. These desertions had always been present, but after the fall of the capital, they intensified manifold. No one had any desire to die for Stalin. But at least people fought against fascism for their homeland.
  The Soviet regime's authority also declined. In July, the Germans stormed Sverdlovsk. Stalin and his entourage retreated to Novosibirsk. Fighting raged in the Urals until August. The Germans were hampered by the country's poor communications and the active partisans. But further war had already lost its purpose.
  Stalin, however, still held out some hope. The Germans stormed Tobolsk in September, but were held back by torrential autumn rains. The approach of winter halted the advance in Siberia, but the Nazis managed to capture all of Central Asia. They didn't risk advancing on Novosibirsk that winter. Stalin, however, was also feeling ill and moved to warmer Vladivostok.
  It was 1948. The Nazis already had flying discs in their arsenal. Moreover, more compact tanks with turbojet engines had appeared. Essentially, once the weather warmed up, all they had to do was march victoriously and occupy cities.
  But Beria baited the already seriously ill Stalin and offered the Third Reich capitulation, on the condition that Soviet power in Siberia be preserved.
  Hitler, who was himself exhausted by the war, almost agreed, but first, he captured Novosibirsk in May 1948. The capitulation was signed on June 22, 1948, a symbolic date-exactly seven years after the attack on the USSR. Thus ended World War II. The United States had already defeated Japan in 1945 and tested an atomic bomb. So the Führer had no business going overseas.
  Beria's reign, however, was short-lived. The most celebrated Soviet ace, Air Marshal Kozhedub, a seven-time Hero of the USSR, managed to stage a military coup and overthrow the unpopular GKO chairman. Beria and several of his accomplices were executed. Within the Third Reich itself, in March 1953, patriots assassinated Hitler. Göring died of drug abuse a little earlier, and Himmler was executed on suspicion of conspiracy.
  A brutal struggle erupted between the SS, led by Schellenberg, and the armed forces under Generalissimo Meinstein. It all culminated in civil war. As a result, the Third Reich collapsed. And the truncated USSR began to gradually reassert its influence. History spiraled once again. The fantastic rise of Germany, swelling even more than Genghis Khan's empire, followed by the death of its main leader, chaos, and decline.
  And the gradual unification of the principalities, with Baikalsk becoming the capital. The USSR, divided into numerous provinces with puppet German-installed provinces, was reunited. The greatest victory was the annexation of Moscow, which threw off the Nazi yoke. True, Ukraine, Belarus, and the Baltic states, as well as Georgia, Armenia, and Azerbaijan, retained their sovereignty. After the collapse of the Third Reich, the United States became the global hegemon. A pro-American government was also established in China.
  But gradually, the Celestial Empire became increasingly independent. In the USSR, after the de facto dictatorship of Kozhedub, a presidential constitution was established, but with a two-term limit. Elections were held on a competitive basis, and the post of president was renamed "people's chairman."
  The country had a mixed and rapidly developing economy.
  But look how history changed with a single paper clip. World War II was lost, even though it was fought valiantly. And the outcome was disastrous. Moreover, Germany only managed to achieve temporary greatness.
  And the US was gradually losing influence, the world was becoming multipolar, meaning more and more chaos. And, conversely, less order. And it's pretty much like the twenty-first century.
  Why is humanity so drawn to fragmentation and chaos?
  
  
  TROTSKY INSTEAD OF STALIN
  Tukhachevsky's march on Warsaw proved unsuccessful primarily due to Stalin's fault-instead of covering the southern flank of the Red Army advancing on Warsaw, he turned the First Cavalry Army toward Galicia. Moreover, despite the large forces under Joseph's command, he managed to suffer defeat at the hands of the Poles. The Red Army also lost the Battle of Warsaw. The Poles counterattacked, occupied territory including Slutsk, and even occupied Minsk for several days.
  However, the West did not dare finance further bloody warfare with the Bolsheviks. Warsaw made peace, and the civil war quickly ended.
  But there's also an alternative course of history, one of the many parallel universes. There, Lenin ordered the removal of the less-than-talented and capricious Stalin from command of the southern flank, and established Tukhachevsky's sole command, while Budyonny retained control of the First Cavalry.
  In this case, an attempted counterattack from south of Warsaw failed, and the inspired Red Army emerged victorious in a brutal battle. The Polish capital fell. After briefly holding out and receiving additional reinforcements, Tukhachevsky advanced on Lvov and Krakow.
  For some time, fighting continued against Wrangel, with a further advance on Crimea. Then the Red Army occupied the Baltic states in the north and liberated Azerbaijan, Armenia, and Georgia in the south. A temporary lull ensued. Soviet Russia needed rest and a temporary respite, which is what the New Economic Policy (NEP) provided. But Trotsky still insisted on the return of all Tsarist Russian lands. As a result, in the summer of 1921, the Red Army also occupied Finland, with the connivance of the West.
  In 1922, Primorye was recaptured, followed by northern Sakhalin. Trotsky, whose authority as Chairman of the Military Revolutionary Council had grown significantly, succeeded in taking Lenin's place and displacing Stalin, who had been relegated to a secondary position.
  Oddly enough, as personal power grew stronger, elements of capitalism became increasingly stronger in the economy.
  Trotsky himself became a leftist largely out of a desire to be holier than the Pope or more radical than Stalin. However, after gaining power, this exceptionally talented Jew continued his balanced foreign policy. While not abandoning communist ideas, he simultaneously sought to instill market elements and ensure good relations with other capitalist countries.
  Hitler's rise to power in Germany did not bring about fundamental changes in world politics. The Führer was quickly shown his place, prohibited from any repeal of the Versailles restrictions or the restoration of universal conscription and military might. Just as the Nazis were prohibited from introducing anti-Semitic laws, among other things.
  The only thing is that under Hitler the German economy emerged from the crisis, but fascism never took on radical forms, remaining a moderate nationalism with some authoritarian features and universal youth organizations like the Hitler Youth.
  Under the leadership of Leon Trotsky, the USSR became an economically rich power with a developed heavy industry.
  The USSR's economy was more market-oriented than Stalin's, but it also contained elements of planning in the form of five-year plans. The birth rate was high, especially since Trotsky also banned abortions, arguing that Russia had so much unused land that it shouldn't remain empty.
  Since the German army remained limited to 100,000 men, and Poland had already become a Soviet socialist republic, there was little to fight against. Moldova had been returned to Russia back in 1921, reassembling the tsarist lands.
  Trotsky himself supported the world international to some extent, but the goal of world revolution began to be hushed up. Partly, as had happened under Stalin.
  But war nevertheless came from the East. Japan launched military action against Mongolia. The Land of the Rising Sun, along with Italy, became the world's leading conquerors. True, Mussolini was forced to limit his ambitions to the conquest of Ethiopia, the only country in Africa that wasn't a colony. Japan, also hesitant to fight Britain, much less the United States, alone, was encroaching on China. And it was becoming increasingly encroaching.
  The Chinese are numerous, and despite their fragmentation, they are a formidable adversary. And then the samurai invaded Mongolia... Serious fighting began there in the spring of 1941.
  Trotsky decided that the USSR was already strong enough to wage a full-scale war against the samurai. Moreover, the Soviet dictator wanted revenge for the defeat of 1904-1905. On land, the Red Army was clearly stronger than the Japanese, especially in tanks. But at sea, the Pacific Fleet had not yet achieved parity. But Lev Davidovich couldn't give up Mongolia.
  The Red Army initially halted the samurai advance. On August 20, 1941, an offensive was launched at Khalkhin Gol, ending in a Red Army victory. Trotsky then demanded that Japan return South Sakhalin and the Kuril Islands.
  Naturally, a refusal followed, and a full-scale war began. Only, unlike the Great Patriotic War, this one was fought on foreign soil. Although, it wasn't exactly bloodshed.
  The fighting was full-scale, and the Japanese resisted fiercely, refusing to surrender. But almost all Soviet operations were successful. After a powerful artillery barrage, the defenses broke through, and tanks, including the newest powerful T-34s and LTs (Lev Trotsky heavy tanks!), crossed the brutal ditch of corpses and metal.
  First, the Land of the Rising Sun's soldiers were driven out of Manchuria. Several successive operations were carried out, spanning nine months from November 1941 to August 1942. Soviet troops entered North Korea... There was also fighting on Sakhalin. The Japanese even attempted an offensive, advancing thirty kilometers, but were stopped and choked in blood.
  In September 1942, Port Arthur was stormed. The Japanese, using naval support, attempted to hold the line. Soviet troops broke through, but the enemy managed to halt their advance by deploying troops.
  But the samurai couldn't sustain their resistance for long. Soviet aircraft gained the upper hand and bombed the ships. Furthermore, the Japanese were too careless with their own lives-they didn't even carry parachutes into battle. As a result, after the deaths of the main air force elite, samurai resistance in the air weakened significantly. And Soviet aircraft began to win much more confidently.
  Moreover, new developments by Soviet designers gradually eroded the superior maneuverability of Japanese fighters. In December 1942, after another fierce assault, Port Arthur was captured, and Seoul fell that same month.
  The next month of 1943 began with the January offensive in South Korea and the capture of the port of Pusan.
  Japan was losing ground battles and suffering increasing losses in the air and at sea. In February 1943, Soviet troops captured Beijing. And in March, after fierce fighting, southern Sakhalin was liberated. April and May marked new victories for Soviet forces at sea. The expanded submarine fleet, aircraft, and ships arriving from the Baltic were particularly effective.
  In June 1943, Soviet troops drove the Japanese out of Shanghai, thereby establishing their own occupation zone.
  In July and August, paratroopers and sailors liberated the Kuril Islands from the enemy. Japan found itself in an exceptionally dire situation. Soviet air power was increasing its striking power and bombing more and more heavily, while the Land of the Rising Sun's navy was melting away. In October 1943, Trotsky made a decision: to attack Okinawa-a dress rehearsal for the battle for the Japanese homeland itself. The fighting was fierce, and the samurai made widespread use of kamikaze pilots.
  The epic battle lasted two months and a week, finally ending with the fall of Okinawa. And in January 1944, Taiwan was liberated.
  Japan was now on the brink of complete military disaster. Hirohito could only hope for the US and Britain to enter the war on his side; Nazi Germany was still too weak militarily at that point, and Mussolini couldn't easily reach Trotsky in the Pacific.
  But the US and Britain dropped hints but were in no hurry to enter the war. Moreover, a massive anti-British uprising broke out in India. The moderate Gandhi was pushed aside by more radical nationalists and leftists. As a result, a full-blown war broke out. Churchill, who replaced Chamberlain, proved stubborn and tried to maintain control of Pakistan and India at all costs. This led to a protracted and brutal war that stranded British forces.
  The Americans acted passively in foreign policy: it"s none of my business!
  In March 1944, despite unfavorable weather, Soviet troops landed in Hokkaido. Three weeks of fighting followed, ending with the Japanese defeat. This success shook the Emperor's confidence in the impregnability of the mother country.
  Fighting on land and at sea continued until May 11, 1944, when an exhausted Japan finally capitulated.
  Combat involving Soviet troops lasted from April 10, 1941, to May 11, 1944, spanning three years and just over a month. Soviet Army losses, killed and dying of wounds, amounted to 960,000 soldiers and officers. Just over 60,000 Soviet civilians also perished, from bombing, artillery shelling, and fighting on Sakhalin and along the border in Primorye. Approximately three million people were wounded, of whom 400,000 became disabled.
  Overall, the USSR achieved a major victory and managed to establish pro-Soviet regimes in China and Korea, and its troops occupied all the territories of the Land of the Rising Sun.
  Comrade Trotsky's authority was further strengthened both within the country and in the international arena.
  In 1946, the USSR launched its first artificial satellite, Sputnik. And in 1950, the first Soviet cosmonaut was sent around the globe. In Romania, King Michael agreed to a military and economic alliance with the USSR. Soon, power changed in Hungary. And in Czechoslovakia, left-wing pro-Soviet forces, if not quite communist, had long ruled.
  In 1951, war broke out between Turkey and the USSR. At that point, neither the US nor Britain had an atomic bomb, and initiating a full-scale war against such a powerful adversary as the USSR and its allies would have been suicidal for the West.
  The Soviet army routed Turkey in less than a month. Seeing the West's response extremely sluggish... Britain waged a long war against the Indians, but ultimately lost hundreds of thousands of soldiers and control of its largest colony. The United States was in economic crisis and blacks were revolting.
  Trotsky makes a decision: within two months, the Red Army takes control of the entire Middle East and Iran, and a pro-Soviet government comes to power in Egypt. The British and French get a beating. And Hitler sides with the USSR, and in return, gains the opportunity to annex Austria.
  De Gaulle comes to power in France. He is very dissatisfied with Soviet expansion and talks of a crusade to the East against Bolshevism. Trotsky, on the other hand, dreams of expansion into Europe, and the situation escalates.
  Adolf Hitler, taking advantage of the USSR's alliance, begins to militarize Germany. Meanwhile, a major uprising against France breaks out in Algeria and Morocco.
  De Gaulle is furious and demands that Germany cease its military preparations. In response, the Führer demands the restoration of the 1914 borders and threatens to unleash a people's militia against the enemy.
  Both sides ratchet up threats and amass troops at the borders. The cunning Trotsky refuses to enter the war, but sells tanks and aircraft to Germany on credit. A battle between the fascists and the French unfolds. Belgium enters the war, but this only worsens France's position, hampered by rebellion in the colonies and communist activity on various fronts. The Germans, however, fail to achieve a quick victory, becoming bogged down at the Mangio Line, but instead occupy Belgium. After a year and a half of war, the fascists have reached Paris.
  De Gaulle agrees to sign a peace treaty and returns Elsartz-Lorraine to the Germans. Belgium also gives up part of its territory. The Führer, meanwhile, consolidates his influence. In 1955, the USSR tests a nuclear bomb. Trotsky incorporates Czechoslovakia into the USSR. The Germans do receive part of the Sudetenland, but much less ethnic boundaries. But they have no reason to resist...
  Hitler is forced to curb his ambitions and rejoice at his success in expanding in the West, at the expense of Austria. The Nazis also invade Denmark and restore the 1914 borders in the north of their empire.
  Trotsky died in 1960, having celebrated his eightieth birthday. Free of bad habits and maintaining physical fitness, the Chairman of the USSR maintained a clear mind until his final days.
  He passed the chairmanship to his son David, thus founding the world's first communist dynasty. By this time, the USSR had experienced increased centralization and constitutional amendments prohibiting secession. Hitler also transferred power to one of his sons, the result of artificial insemination, but through a competitive process.
  However, the son was still too young, and after Hitler's death, the Nazis split, and the left wing soon came to power. The world became safer, but the collapse of the colonial system gave rise to a new war of instability. The solution was the creation of a communist coalition. It provided mutual assistance and attempted to build socialism in the conditions of the Dark Continent.
  But world communism was distinguished by a large number of market elements and was a combined system.
  Meanwhile, contradictions were growing within the USSR. The political dominance of one party no longer suited the growing oligarchy. The businessmen of the red wave wanted change and political power. For now, the successes of the planned economy and political gains partially offset the opposition. But changes were taking place in the United States. A new leader emerged who, breaking the monopoly of two parties-the Democratic and Republican-created a third-the Patriotic Party.
  And having come to power, he established autocracy, simultaneously launching a crusade against communism. David died, and afterward, a whole series of conspiracies and factional infighting began. As a result, the country was thrown into turmoil. But the factional infighting culminated in the seizure of the post of Chairman of the USSR, and with that, the people calmed down.
  Space exploration was in full swing. In 2015, Pluto became the last planet to be visited by human astronauts. Humans were also briefly able to visit the surface of Jupiter, though they had to soak in special scented baths.
  Within the USSR, capitalist elements grew even stronger. A stratification between rich and poor developed. Genuine billionaires emerged, simultaneously becoming members of the Politburo. Communism increasingly merged with the financial oligarchy, and its distinctions from capitalism became increasingly limited. Even income tax in the USSR became linear, with a flat rate introduced. This, of course, led to vague discontent and resulted in minor rebellions.
  But for now, the situation remained under control. But in reality, despite the outward trappings of communism, social guarantees were increasingly curtailed. In particular, healthcare and education became partially fee-based, and unemployment and labor exchanges emerged.
  Victoria reached Vilnius and put an end to her memories of the parallel world. She was now to continue leading the Russian army.
  The capital of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania, Vilnius, fell, but ahead lay a campaign further to Grodno and Brest.
  The Belarusians eagerly joined the Russian army. True, snow had fallen, making it difficult for the medieval army to advance. Nevertheless, Grand Duke Vasily ordered the occupation of Grodno and the winter there. Victoria ran around the surrounding castles, searching for someone else to cut down or exterminate.
  A wild thirst for extermination boiled within her, but more and more often her opponents surrendered without a fight.
  
  
  ORACLES FROM THE DARK HELL
  There are, of course, different types of fortune tellers, useful and dangerous.
  But in one of the alternate realities, a sorcerer was found who gave the Nazi a trick to restore the Devil's mirror's power to retelling. Drops of the innocent child's scarlet blood fell on the reflective surface. They were instantly absorbed, and the mirror itself glowed, regaining its gifts. And the Führer learned a lot then.
  But even knowing the future can't always change it. In Africa, however, the Germans regrouped their forces and managed to repel Montgomery's offensive launched on October 23.
  Although with great difficulty, they stopped the troops, who had superior numbers of manpower and equipment. However, knowledge of the location and timing of the attack helped Rommel rationally deploy his few units and repel the offensive. The British suffered significant losses and, after two weeks of fighting, were forced to stop.
  The German U-boat fleet managed to inflict significant damage, sinking a dozen ships carrying landing forces that were planning to land in Casablanca and on the Moroccan coast. The Americans, seeing the lack of success in Egypt and the activity of the "German wolf packs," abandoned Operation Torch.
  The Germans, in turn, tried to regroup their troops near Stalingrad to repel flank attacks by the Soviet troops, and prepared themselves by digging into defenses in the center.
  Due to poor weather on November 19, 1942, Soviet troops were unable to effectively utilize air power, including ground attack aircraft, and artillery preparation achieved very limited success. Thus, having regrouped their forces, the Germans and their allies were able to repel the Soviet offensive. However, this distracted the Nazis from Stalingrad itself, giving the Soviet soldiers who were performing heroically in the city a respite. However, very few buildings remained under Red Army control.
  The Fritz held out in the center as well... The battle for Stalingrad continued until the end of December. Having failed to achieve a breakthrough, the Red Army halted. But things weren't easy for the Germans either. They had lost too many during the assault on the city, and although the casualty ratio seemed to be in their favor in defense, their troops were still becoming exhausted.
  In January, despite the oracle's prediction, the Germans were unable to hold out in the north during Operation Iskra. True, the fighting lasted more than three weeks and cost the Red Army heavy casualties, but they managed to break through to Stalingrad by land.
  However, warned by Iblis's mirror, the Germans were able to repel the offensive near Voronezh, reinforcing their weak allies: the Italians and Romanians. Otherwise, the defense there would have been breached.
  The third Rzhev-Sychovsk operation also proved unsuccessful. The Germans again, albeit with some difficulty, repelled the Soviet offensive. In Stalingrad itself, the weather was scorching, and fighting continued in January. Paulus was replaced by Meinstein, and this more experienced field marshal managed to capture the citadel city by February 12. But again, the Germans paid a heavy price. In February 1943, the Reichstag was forced to convene and declare total war. Workdays were extended and slave labor was used more actively than before.
  The declaration of total war allowed for increased weapons production and the formation of new divisions, including foreign and Hiwi.
  Knowing when the British and Americans planned to invade Morocco, the Germans used their vast submarine fleet to deal devastating blows to the landing ships, disrupting one landing after another. This allowed the Nazis to localize their military operations against the West and concentrate all their main forces in the East.
  The situation for Rommel's corps remained difficult, but thanks to the mirror, the fascist air force began to operate more effectively, and convoys improved the supply of the African group.
  Montgomery's new offensive in March 1943 ended in failure. This time, Rommel, having obtained precise intelligence through his diabolical magic, lured the British into a trap and managed to inflict a crushing defeat on them! True, due to the enemy's numerical superiority and air superiority, Montgomery was not completely routed, but the British suffered a significant defeat. A particularly large number of tanks were lost, and a significant number of vehicles were captured as trophies.
  The British retreated to a couple of defensive lines and moved closer to Alexandria. Rommel needed new reserves, and the Nazis planned to continue their offensive southward. Stalingrad had fallen, and the offensive could now be continued along the Volga.
  In May 1943, the Nazis launched Operation Dolphin. Despite the oracle's assistance, their forces encountered very strong resistance from the Red Army. Advancement was slow, costing them heavy losses. However, the oracle's assistance did influence the course of the war. The Wehrmacht anticipated counterattacks and created more and more pockets. By mid-June, the Nazis had already reached the Volga Delta and the Caspian Sea.
  The Soviet position in the Caucasus was exacerbated by Turkey's entry into the war on June 22, 1943. This effectively predetermined the outcome of the battle for Baku oil.
  The Allies were not particularly decisive. Montgomery had gone on the defensive and was no longer considering an offensive, and a landing in Morocco remained unrealistic.
  On July 10, 1943, Churchill attempted a landing in France to divert some German forces from the east. However, the poorly prepared landing, coupled with American indecisiveness and the fact that the Germans knew all the details thanks to an oracle, resulted in the greatest defeat of the British and Americans on land in history.
  More than six hundred and fifty thousand prisoners and a large amount of equipment were captured. Unfortunately, this didn't stop the Nazi advance in the south. In August, the Germans captured all of Dagestan, the Turks captured almost all of Armenia, including Yerevan, and on the 27th, the Nazis and Ottomans united, splitting the Transcaucasian Front in two.
  Once again, Soviet offensive attempts on other sections of the front ended in failure. The enemy was too well informed about the Soviet command's plans.
  The Red Army's Special Department was rampant, carrying out repressions and mass purges. They even executed several dozen generals, including Marshal of Artillery Kulik.
  But while the enemy had the devil's weapon, nothing could help against him.
  September was marked by heavy fighting, with the Nazis and Ottomans closing in on Baku. And in October, fighting erupted in the city itself.
  The coastal city was supplied by sea, and they desperately tried to hold on to it. The fighting dragged on, and the Nazis failed to take it by November 7, as planned. But by that time, all the other cities in the Caucasus had already been lost. And in December, at a cost of colossal losses, the legendary city fell.
  The Caucasus was completely lost, as was the largest oil field developed in the USSR at the time. However, since all the oil wells had been blown up and destroyed, the Nazis themselves were unable to take advantage of this advantage for a while.
  A lull had fallen on the Eastern Front. Large German ground forces had moved into Iraq and then on to Palestine and the Suez Canal to support Rommel. The Soviet leadership, however, decided to take advantage of the pause. Oil fields were already being developed elsewhere, including in Siberia. Meanwhile, Soviet designers were working on new tanks. The IS-2 and T-34-85 were intended to be a response to the German Panthers and Tigers.
  Arms production in Nazi Germany was higher than in real history. Clearly, the Nazis and their slaves had greater resources, and the bombing raids from the demoralized Allies were weaker. This meant they could produce more iron, and better quality metal, than in reality. Therefore, the monthly production plan of 600 Panthers was met and even exceeded. But there were other limitations: the training time for new crews. Moreover, the Panther, despite all its undeniable advantages-a gun with high armor-piercing power and rate of fire, excellent visibility and optics, good frontal protection, and decent performance-had weak side armor and a staggered arrangement of road wheels.
  The Panther-2 proved to be a more advanced and promising development. Thanks to a much more compact layout and a slightly heavier weight of 47 tons, the Panther-2 boasted a powerful 88-millimeter gun with a 71-degree barrel length and 120-millimeter armor on the front of the hull, 60-millimeter sloped sides, and 150-millimeter armor on the front of the turret, all powered by a 900-horsepower engine housed in a duralumin casing.
  This vehicle entered production in November 1943, alongside the Tiger II. However, the Germans were still just developing their vehicle and advancing in the Middle East.
  In March 1944, the Germans captured Kuwait and reached the Suez Canal.
  The oracle needed to be destroyed to prevent the fascists from gaining an advantage. The girls, in this case, wanted to do it sooner, but their influence was limited.
  For example, now, instead of magical girls, on April 1, 1944, two attractive beauties were moving along the front. Unfortunately, their abilities were quite mediocre-the jump limiter was taking its toll. Even barefoot, it was chilly to walk on the spring ground, barely bare of snow. To the girls' left was the full-flowing Volga, to the north was Kamyshin, and if you continued further, you'd reach German positions near Stalingrad. And the warriors' task, having become almost ordinary girls and having lost their superhuman abilities, was to neutralize the hated oracle... However, even this might not be enough now. After all, the USSR had lost territory where half the population lived before the war, and a significant portion of its industrial potential, including, most importantly, oil fields that were convenient for extraction.
  There are, of course, many other deposits, but bringing them to full production requires both time and resources. The situation is such that even if Hitler were to be deprived of the power of Iblis's mirrors, it might prove painfully insufficient. Moreover, separatist sentiments have grown stronger among the Allies, especially among the Americans. Roosevelt is ill, Gallen is clearly inclined toward leftist pacifism, and the prospects for new elections are not very encouraging.
  The Allies' submarine warfare is not progressing well. The number of German submarines is constantly increasing, and their combat capabilities are improving. Heat-guided torpetes and hydrogen peroxide-powered submarines have already appeared. And the Allied fleet is depleting and weakening, especially since the Fritz's technotronic sharks have learned to stay under the surface and remain undetected.
  Moreover, the Nazi submarine fleet is more active than in real history: fuel supplies are tighter, with tankers even arriving from Libyan oil fields. Furthermore, the bombing of Romania is much lighter. And synthetic fuel production is higher.
  The allies are in shock, and the situation is unfavorable for them, especially domestic politics.
  The balance of forces on the Eastern Front as of April 1, 1944: the USSR had 6.3 million soldiers and officers, approximately 5,300 tanks and self-propelled guns, 95,000 guns and mortars, and 7,700 aircraft. Heavy losses were suffered in winter battles during attempts to defeat the enemy. The Germans, including satellites, foreign divisions, and Hiwi infantry, had accumulated over 7.2 million, 8,800 tanks and self-propelled guns, approximately 100,000 guns and mortars, and 16,500 aircraft. Considering that the new IS-2 and T-34-85 tanks had only just begun to enter service with the Red Army, the enemy's superiority in terms of equipment was significant. Production of Panther and Tiger tanks had already been ramped up, and they constituted more than half of Germany's tank fleet.
  In aviation, qualitative assessments are less clear. German aircraft surpassed Soviet ones in speed and armament, but were inferior in horizontal maneuverability, while superior in vertical maneuverability. But most importantly, the Fritz acquired jet aircraft, primarily the ME-262. Among propeller-driven fighters, the ME-309 and TA-152, powerful in armament and speed, proved very effective. The Ju-488 entered serial production, followed by the Ju-288 even earlier. These bombers had unrivaled performance characteristics, even under heavy loads.
  In any case, if we take into account the balance of forces, the enemy must be acknowledged as the more powerful. Furthermore, if the operation in the Middle East is completed, the Nazis will become even stronger. And their final victory there is no more than a month away. So...
  Tech-savvy Elena sighed heavily and sang:
  - No power, no strength... Leshy has clearly had too much to drink! He just sawed the bark, roaring, and yelled obscenities!
  Zoya, who retained her culture even in her modest peasant dress, wagged her finger at her friend:
  - Let's not get vulgar... Let's make a plan of action!
  Elena shrugged. She was thinner than before and less athletic. Although perhaps many men would find her even more attractive than before. The girl's dress was simple, linen, white, and clean. A little shorter than was customary for peasant women, revealing tanned legs above the knees. The girls had no weapons or jewelry left. Not even a watch.
  They look rustic now, too tanned for April, but not as fast or strong. Their feet trudge along the pebble-strewn clay road. Their bare soles, like those of peasant women, are rough and feel comfortable when stepping on the prickly ground. The cold doesn't blow as much when you walk. The frost from the morning after the frost melts, and your feet don't feel so stiff and sore.
  In her old warrior body, even Antarctica was no problem. But now her legs are red from the cold, and they ache uncomfortably as she warms up in the morning sun.
  Elena, who had already managed to forget that the human body can experience unpleasant sensations from cold and fatigue, said with annoyance:
  "I honestly don't see the point in such an expedition. We were thrown into this hell, deprived of our powerful magic... left barefoot and in simple peasant clothes, and yet tasked with saving humanity from fascism!"
  Zoya responded logically to such a passage:
  "But that's the beauty of it! So it wouldn't be too easy when we, using our miraculous abilities, took Vilnius and other Lithuanian cities. It's much more interesting, and most importantly, it requires imagination, to defeat the enemy in ordinary bodies and without superpowers!"
  Elena habitually kicked her bare foot against a large boulder jutting out of the clay in the middle of the road. But instead of flying off, the stone stayed put, and the Wise Girl screamed in pain. Her still-long, graceful toes immediately swelled and turned blue. Zoya even had to reset a couple of them. The purple-tinted knuckles snapped back into place, and Elena brushed away a tear that had formed on her cheek. What a stupid thing to do.
  Belobog's daughter felt a surge of sympathy, a wave of empathy washed over her. At the same time, she also felt a sense of her own weakness and vulnerability. A fingernail beneath Elena's blue flesh had cracked, and her foot, too, had become truly touchingly damaged and vulnerable.
  The wise woman, having compassion for herself, noted:
  - This is what it means to be flesh without superpowers... You simply become nobody!
  Zoya remarked with annoyance:
  - Your legs will heal... You'll survive somehow!
  The girls set off down the road again. Their former reckless joy was gone. Besides, the longer they walked, the more their hunger began to bite. The collective farm fields appeared... Work was already in full swing there.
  There were no men in sight, though; only women and children were harnessed, some to plow, some to hoe. The people here were terribly thin, with haggard faces. However, the boys, seeing the beautiful girls, smiled and waved, greeting them with calloused, splayed hands.
  Zoya offered to help Elena with the peasant labor. The daughter of Svarog reluctantly agreed. She personally longed for military exploits, not the hard life of a collective farmer. But after she stubbed her toes on a cobblestone, her militant spirit vanished abruptly. Besides, she needed to think about her own legalization. After all, they were left, after all, in dresses and without pastors.
  The NKVD could declare them spies at any moment and arrest them. But otherwise, they'll turn out to be nothing more than refugees who've lost everything, including their documents. Their dresses aren't exactly new, and the shorter skirt style is typical of Bolshevik villages. One can only hope they'll believe it!
  Zoya was born in the village, and her hands and body are very dexterous in the harvest. Elena is a city woman, a Muscovite at that. True, she has experience plowing in the Rodnover community. But even so, her movements aren't as easy and familiar as Zoya's. And her bruised fingers ache unpleasantly in the cold ground.
  However, the young women, boys, and girls are all barefoot, even though there was a frost overnight and you risk almost freezing. Only older women and old ladies are wearing bast shoes. There are no men in sight, and the eldest, a tousled, reddish-haired teenager, looks no older than fifteen, stands tall in high-waisted trousers, but with a very expressive gaze and a masculine chin. This boy, wearing a Komsomol badge, is the eldest of the boys and gives everyone orders.
  The young commander didn't comment on the two beauties joining them. As if it were a given. The Volga region's climate is mild, and the sowing season is in full swing; an extra pair of hands wouldn't hurt.
  Elena's back soon began to ache, and she asked to be pulled by the plow. It was easier on her fairly strong female body, but she had to dig her heels gently into the loose earth to reduce the pain. But the pressure on her chest was at a different angle, and her back, relieved of the strain, felt no pain.
  The girl wondered, how old is she really? She's well over a hundred! Funny! She's one of the oldest women in modern Russia, and yet she's so strong and healthy. But after losing her magical powers, they could have become such monstrosities!
  This thought makes Elena's skin crawl...
  Everyone worked enthusiastically, without a lunch break. Only when it became completely dark did they approach the fire for refreshment. The Volga River was nearby, and there was fish in the cauldron. But there was only limited bread, and it tasted somewhat unclean, with impurities. It also tasted of onion.
  The food is simple, not overly so, and seems like a delicacy to hungry stomachs. The female rangers haven't felt this tired in years. No, being human, without superpowers, is incredibly painful. And you get tired like... a donkey!
  But it's good that their bodies are young and healthy. The girls fell asleep with the other women in the barn, on top of each other. One of the boys rested his head on Zoya's high chest. The ranger girl stroked his blond locks... and felt a deep longing. They had received everything from life and from their patron gods-demiurges: eternal youth, power, the opportunity for wealth, authority, honor, and respect, but... To conceive, they must sleep with a human man of equal ability. And such a man is not easy to find.
  And if such guys exist, they're on a different level and in a different universe. Elena remembered the song about Gagarin, and it made her yearn even more;
  You know what kind of guy he was...
  The whole world carried him in their arms!
  The Tsar's Brother's Determination Saves the Empire
  Tsar Nicholas II's brother, Mikhail, unlike real history, acted decisively. The Imperial Guard opened fire on the rebels attempting to storm the Winter Palace. Then the Cossacks, favored by the Tsar, and the noble regiments entered the fray.
  Several hundred rebels were killed, and the rest fled. Police actively rounded up the rebels and their leaders. State Duma representatives, princely families, merchants, and members of the financial elite rushed to swear allegiance to Tsar Nicholas and pledge their loyalty. Over six hundred rebels were killed and fifteen hundred wounded during the battle. The guards lost about twenty men, and the Cossacks another fifty.
  A serious clash, but the autocracy remained intact. The conspirators at the top had no unified opinion, no single leader. Indeed, many of them believed that changing the form of government was unacceptable during a war.
  There are many who are dissatisfied with Tsar Nicholas II, but it's difficult to propose an alternative to the imperial regime. Moreover, the wealthy seriously fear that a republican form of government will prove too weak and loose to protect the capitalists from a hungry and rebellious proletariat, and the landowners from the peasants.
  The people themselves can't stage a serious revolution. The Bolsheviks are still too weak and few in number, and the Socialist Revolutionaries, for the most part, believe that revolution is good, but it's better to win the world war first.
  In short, there was a riot and everyone came out! Something like Bloody Sunday repeated itself... And then silence!
  Nicholas II awarded his brother the Order of St. George, First Class, for his decisiveness and promoted him to General-in-Chief, appointing him to command the Western Front. The Southern and Romanian Fronts were subordinated to Brusilov.
  The Russian army had grown to nearly ten million men, and its maintenance was placing a heavy burden on the empire. It was time to attack.
  The roads had barely dried when the Tsarist army struck in Galicia. The Russians had numerical superiority. The Austrians' morale was weakened, and the Slavic regiments deserted en masse or surrendered. There were insufficient German units to hold off the enemy.
  To top it all off, the United States entered the war against the Central Powers in April. And thus, the outcome of the conflict was already a foregone conclusion. The Germans were attempting to increase their forces in the West to defeat the Allies and were unable to provide significant assistance to Austria-Hungary.
  Russian troops occupied Lviv and several cities in Galicia. Several small pockets even formed. The patchwork, broken Austrian front collapsed too quickly, forcing the Germans to adopt a defensive posture in the west and throw troops into the resulting gaps.
  Building on their success, the Russians approached Przemysl and even encircled the city. However, supply problems and the introduction of more combat-ready German units into the battle slowed their advance. However, the Romanian Front went on the offensive, and some time later, the Western Front followed. The latter faced a difficult task: breaking through the powerful, deeply echeloned German defenses.
  The Tsar's brother, Mikhail, didn't consider it shameful to learn from Brusilov and employed similar tactics. He began preparing an offensive in twelve different locations at once, preventing the Germans from determining the direction of the main attack. Furthermore, they actively employed smoke screens and a nighttime offensive.
  Russian troops in the south liberated Bucharest, and the attack in the center ended with a breakthrough south of Vilnius.
  The Germans were forced to reinforce their southern flank once again. The German forces blockading Riga were threatened with encirclement. Under these circumstances, the Kaiser made the difficult decision to abandon the Baltics and withdraw his troops to the Prussian defensive line.
  Things weren't going well for the allied forces and Turkey. The Russians and British were advancing in Asia Minor, while the French were pressing in Syria and Palestine. The Ottomans were weakening, and their fall was imminent. Moreover, the Bulgarians had betrayed their position. Realizing that the Prussians had already lost the war and that Russian troops, having liberated most of Romania, had reached the border, the Slavic king declared war on Austria, Turkey, and Germany.
  Naturally, this created a new headache for the Germans. They could no longer hold the front line in the east and were forced to retreat to the Vistula, counting on the natural water barrier to delay the Russian troops.
  The Allies in the west achieved only partial successes, although they were already making more active use of tanks. But for now, Germany held the front, although forced to retreat slightly. The southern sector was consuming much of its resources.
  Well, Tsarist Russia transferred the brunt of the fighting to the Ottoman Empire in the fall and winter.
  The assault on Constantinople, from both land and sea, ended in triumph for Russian arms. Türkiye fell, and with it, Russia gained vast territories, Constantinople, and the straits leading to the Mediterranean.
  True, it was not possible to end the war in 1917, but the breath of victory was already felt by everyone, to a much greater extent than in 1916.
  The winter in Russia was marked by minor strikes and uprisings, but no serious clashes occurred, despite the military difficulties. Perhaps the ruble depreciated significantly, but it's too early to talk about famine.
  However, it was time to end the war, and everyone understood this. Brusilov, promoted to field marshal, proposed launching the main attack in the south, where the enemy was weaker, and then turning north.
  The Germans already had their first tanks. But their numbers were too small to have a significant impact on the course of the war. Russia also had its own vehicles, particularly Mendeleev tanks. But again, the tsarist industry was still unable to scale up mass production.
  However, the British, Americans, and French established mass production of tanks. This meant a new, powerful means of penetrating defenses had emerged, one that would break through the German positions.
  The Allies also wanted to end the devastating war as quickly as possible. And from late March, they began attempting to break through the German defenses in depth.
  The Russian offensive began as soon as the roads in the south dried out. The Russian troops were buoyed by their previous victories, while the Austrians were barely holding on. Budapest found itself surrounded by early May. Then the movement began toward Vienna and around the Vistula River.
  The Italians also went on the offensive. Even Japan sent an expeditionary force to Europe. The Germans pressed from all sides.
  By the time Russian troops had reached Vienna, Austria-Hungary had capitulated. Germany's last ally had fallen. In the West, using strike tactics at different points along the front, the Allies advanced slowly but surely. Meanwhile, Russian troops had advanced from the south, into the rear of the German front covering the Vistula.
  Under these circumstances, Chancellor Wilhelm, realizing Germany's utterly hopeless situation, declared an end to all military operations on June 22, 1918. The Germans effectively capitulated.
  Austria-Hungary ceased to exist. Russia gained Galicia, the Krakow region, Bukovina, and parts of eastern Slovenia and Hungary. Romania gained Transylvania. All that remained of Austria-Hungary was a tiny Austria and a greatly reduced Hungary. Czechoslovakia emerged under Russian protection.
  The Tsarist Empire received Klaipeda, Poznan and access to the seas from Germany, cutting off East Prussia from the metropolis itself through Danzig.
  Germany was forced to surrender what it had previously conquered to Denmark and France in the 19th century. It was sentenced to pay massive annual reparations, and its military potential was limited to a mere 100,000 men.
  And of course, as in real history, a demilitarized zone.
  Tsarist Russia expanded its possessions in the south as well. The Ottoman Empire, like the Austrian Empire, ceased to exist. Britain took Iraq, France Syria, and, along with the British, Palestine. Russia gained Armenia, Asia Minor, and Constantinople.
  The Middle East and Iran were also divided into spheres of influence. Thus, Tsarist Russia achieved significant material gains.
  But the war cost the lives of over two and a half million soldiers, not to mention the civilian casualties, and enormous expenses. Finances fell into disarray, and the country fell into debt.
  True, the allies condescendingly agreed to write off interest on the loans, but the debt still turned out to be quite large - about ten billion gold rubles.
  But it was possible to nationalize enterprises previously owned by Germans.
  The political situation in Tsarist Russia stabilized, and the emperor's authority grew.
  Nicholas II took advantage of this by rescinding his own manifesto on the State Duma. Autocracy was restored, and legislative power was transferred in full to the Tsar.
  This provoked only timid attempts at protest. The country was too tired of the war to want further upheaval.
  And the economy began a rapid post-war recovery! Growth averaged around nine percent per year, higher than in the United States.
  New advanced industries were created, mechanical engineering developed, and wages increased.
  The tsar's law reduced the working day from 11.5 hours to 10.5 hours, and on days before holidays and weekends, the working day was reduced to nine hours. The working day was also reduced to nine hours if any part of it occurred at night.
  After the currency exchange, the ruble's gold balance was restored. By 1929, a worker's wage reached 50 rubles per month, with vodka costing 25 kopecks a bottle. That's 200 bottles per month. And in gold equivalent, that's a full 37 grams of pure gold.
  The country rose to second place in industrial production, behind only the United States. The empire's prospects looked quite bright, but then... the Great Depression struck.
  The collapse affected the entire world, including Russia. True, Germany and the United States suffered the most. But even Tsarist Russia was overly dependent on foreign borrowing and therefore could not avoid upheaval and decline.
  The Bolshevik Party was in crisis in the 1920s. Lenin effectively abandoned practical revolutionary struggle, immersing himself in theory and writing science fiction.
  Vladimir Ilyich met Herbert Wells in Britain and developed a taste for science fiction. In particular, he penned a large, futuristic novel, "Communism-the Path to Happiness," along with a number of other works. Lenin was already earning a good living from his science fiction writing.
  The Bolsheviks split into Trotskyists and Stalinists. Stalin decided to return to the tactics of individual terror characteristic of the Narodnaya Volya (People's Will). Trotsky maintained a more moderate position.
  The Socialist Revolutionaries were still active, although there were no high-profile political assassinations in the 1920s. The Republicans and Cadets were gradually gaining ground. A truly absolute monarchy seemed an outdated relic to everyone. So, unrest, strikes, and demonstrations began again, and the Tsarist throne began to waver.
  There were many things that could be recalled to the monarch...
  The government of Nicholas II found a way out...through war! Moreover, the generals were eager for revenge for their defeat by Japan. And this is understandable...
  After World War I, Tsarist Russia conducted several small military campaigns. In the Middle East, where they and their allies carved up the Arab world. In Afghanistan... There, the war was fought alongside Britain. Russia took the northern regions of Afghanistan, populated primarily by Uzbeks and Tajiks, as well as Herat. The British, after brutal wars, finally subjugated the south. Self-government remained in central Afghanistan.
  Iran still retained the semblance of sovereignty, but its partition was also just around the corner.
  But the main clash of interests lay with Japan. Especially since in 1931, the Japanese established a puppet government in Manchuria and launched an offensive in China.
  Which became the reason for a new war.
  By this time, the Russian army had managed to upgrade its tank fleet and develop a very powerful air force. Japan was significantly inferior in the air, and Russia's ground forces were much larger and, arguably, more combat-ready.
  The Pacific Fleet was commanded by the legendary Admiral Kolchak. Brusilov, a recipient of the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called, had already died by this time, but his capable students remained.
  The war was unsuccessful for Japan from the very beginning. Russian generals-Denikin, Wrangel, and Kaleidin, under the overall command of the Tsar's brother, Mikhail Romanov-acted energetically and skillfully. The experience of World War I was evident, and the mistakes of the 1904-1905 conflict were taken into account.
  Prokhorov's light tanks also proved to be quite capable, being simply indispensable in maneuver warfare. In any case, this was a different Russian army, and a completely different war.
  However, even during the first battle with the samurai, if there had been a more talented and decisive commander instead of Kuropatkin, the outcome of the war would, of course, have been completely different.
  In any case, within two months, Port Arthur was besieged by Russian troops, and the Japanese were defeated. Two months later, all of Korea was liberated, and the citadel city was taken by storm.
  At sea, battles also raged, with varying success. Until squadrons from the Baltic and Black Seas arrived. The Land of the Rising Sun was completely defeated, and even a landing force was made on Hokkaido. Japan was forced to sign a humiliating peace treaty. It was forced to give back Manchuria, Port Arthur, some territories captured from the Germans, southern Sakhalin, and the Kuril Islands. And simultaneously, it was forced to pay a hefty indemnity-a billion gold rubles.
  The victory temporarily strengthened the position of the Autocracy, and then the Great Depression gave way to a rapid economic recovery.
  In Germany, as in real history, Hitler came to power, but he was not given much freedom. In particular, an attempt to reinstate universal conscription encountered fierce resistance from Russia and France. However, some concessions were made to military potential. The army was allowed to increase in size from 100,000 to 250,000. Hitler also restored German control of the demilitarized zone.
  Meanwhile, tsarist Russia was facing dynastic troubles. The heir to the throne, Tsarevich Alexei, had died... The tsar's brother, Mikhail Romanov, was stripped of his inheritance rights. Kirill Vladimirovich Romanov became the real heir. But this man had become mired in drunkenness and debauchery. He had completely degenerated...
  So who will succeed Tsar Nicholas II? The Tsar's brother, Mikhail, was promoted to Generalissimo after the victory over Japan and enjoyed immense popularity. He became the first member of the royal family in the history of Imperial Russia to achieve such a high rank. And many wanted to see him on the throne.
  True, Nicholas II himself-a teetotaler, free of bad habits, a regular exerciser-was still quite robust, and it seemed his reign would be the longest in Russian history. But Stalin planned the most ambitious assassination attempt since Alexander II. Although, it seemed, what was the point?
  In any case, 1937 proved to be a grim year. Tsar Nicholas II was assassinated, along with two ministers and thirty courtiers, and part of the Winter Palace collapsed.
  The terrorists used the sewer system to mine the area and planted more than a ton of aminolone.
  Thus, an aggressive event intervened in the course of history. Thus ended the reign of Tsar Nicholas II, a monarch who never earned the title of Great or Terrible. Those who disliked the emperor called him Bloody, for much bloodshed occurred during his reign. Those who respected him called him the Conqueror. Thus, under his reign, the number of lands in Rus' increased. A large province, Yellow Russia, even emerged in China.
  The reign lasted 43 years in total. Only Ivan the Terrible ruled longer, and nominally so. But given that he reigned for three years, his actual reign was shorter.
  The legitimate heir, Kirill Vladimirovich Romanov, eventually ascended the throne. His reign was short-about a year-but he managed to exert some influence on the course of history. Specifically, he allowed Adolf Hitler to annex Austria, ostensibly citing the right of peoples to self-determination and claiming it would bring more order. Mussolini also agreed to the annexation of Austria.
  Thus, Germany expanded, and its population exceeded eighty million. Not to mention that Hitler encouraged births. Under Adolf Besnovaty, it grew by half.
  A civil war broke out in Spain, but it ended much more quickly, as there was no Soviet Union to assist the left-wing coalition in Madrid.
  But Franco became the Fuhrer's ally. And the new Tsar, Vladimir III, clashed with Britain.
  The situation has truly become complex. A conundrum fraught with the possibility of World War II and a new round of confrontation. Iran is undivided, and it is essentially the last Islamic country formally independent. Russia has its sights set on it, and so does Britain. The Middle East is a very messed-up place. The territories of Russia, France, and Britain are all intermingled and difficult to manage.
  England is falling further and further behind both Russia and the increasingly powerful Germany economically. And the largest colonies are still British. But the power of the Lion Crown is weakening; Canada is almost independent. South Africa is also a dominion, as is Australia. In India, England's position is weakening. Of course, there is a desire to nudge the lion.
  Hitler is trying to play on two fronts. Either he'll enlist the support of France, Britain, Italy, and Japan, and then, together, attack Tsarist Russia and divide up its vast possessions.
  Or seek territorial acquisitions in the West, but already in alliance with Russia.
  Hitler is a vile and unprincipled man, and in general he doesn"t care with whom he forms a coalition, as long as it is beneficial to him.
  The new young Tsar Vladimir also dreams of going down in history as a great conqueror and wants to take colonies from Britain and France. The Germans, however, have nothing left to take. So a coalition with Germany is entirely logical.
  Italy has captured Ethiopia and also wants new exploits. Mussolini is extremely ambitious. He doesn't care whether he goes East or West. But in France, the people have little appetite for war. Pacifism reigns there, and government is elected. It's impossible to acquire such a strong ally. And Tsarist Russia, with its traditionally high birth rate and steadily declining mortality rate, is a very formidable adversary. The population of Tsarist Russia is already growing at approximately three percent per year. Infant mortality has declined, but the fashion for large families has not yet passed, and even working-class families are prolific. Taking into account territorial acquisitions, including in densely populated China, sparsely populated Mongolia, Europe, and Turkey, the population of Tsarist Russia in 1940 exceeded 400 million, compared to 180 million in 1913. And this is a continental power... Britain and France have less than 50 million in their metropolitan countries, plus their colonies. But colonial troops are weak in morale and have little combat effectiveness. So the Western ground forces are much weaker.
  The Fuhrer chooses an alliance with Russia against the West.
  In 1939, Czechoslovakia was partitioned. Germany also annexed the Sudetenland. The Germans strengthened their army and formed tank columns. Tsarist Russia, too, was not idle, boasting a peacetime army of five million and five hundred professional divisions.
  Tsarist Russia had long been producing heavy tanks and strategic aviation, including eight-engine aircraft. France only had about thirty heavy tanks, and those were outdated. Britain had no heavy vehicles. Well, Germany didn't have a single one heavier than twenty tons either. The United States had just over four hundred tanks.
  Hitler decided there was no point in delaying and struck on May 15, 1940. The weather was favorable and everything was ready. Or more or less ready.
  Tsarist Russia, meanwhile, launched an offensive against India and other colonial possessions. The Russian army struck at poorly defended positions. Troops composed of ethnic English and French themselves were comparatively few, and colonial units were not particularly eager to die for an alien idea or empire. Indeed, what were the English to them? Exploiters, enslavers, robbers, or infidels. It's unlikely that the Russians were much worse than them, to die for the empire of the Lion or the Rooster.
  So the Tsarist troops advanced, overcoming weak, isolated resistance. But the Germans, too, were able to defeat the French, British, Belgian, and Dutch forces within a month and a half.
  Thus, Churchill lost the support of his main allies. The expectation that the United States would enter the war proved futile. Roosevelt was not known for his Stenka Razin-like decisiveness. And now such forces would have come against America.
  Russian troops advanced through Africa and Asia in a series of marches, facing more challenges from the terrain and the stretched communication lines than from enemy forces. The lack of roads, especially in Africa, also played a role. But the undemanding Russian soldier heroically and stoically overcame all difficulties.
  The Germans, however, can only move troops to Africa with difficulty. The offensive on Gibraltar was delayed by Franco's stubborn resistance, forcing them to transfer forces by sea. The Russians, however, broke through to Africa through Egypt, and they have a much easier time. Italy, too, is grabbing everything it can lay its hands on, and Mussolini has the grasp of a boa constrictor in this regard.
  The landing on the British capital itself in 1940 never took place. Britain held out in the air battle, primarily due to Russia's passivity. But it must be said that the wise Tsar Vladimir Kirillovich did not want Britain to capitulate prematurely, and quite rationally planned to seize all of its Asian and African colonies.
  Where will Britain go? It has no reserves, no colonies, and no raw materials-its decline is only a matter of time.
  In the winter and in March 1941, Russian troops finally reached South Africa and destroyed the last African Dominion. The British attempt to sit it out in Madagascar also failed, and in May 1941, an amphibious landing was carried out, resulting in victory.
  Japan fought on Russia's side in the war and managed to capture some assets in the Pacific. The summer of 1941 saw a major air offensive against the British homeland.
  Russian and German air forces ravaged London and other cities of the British Empire. And on November 8, the anniversary of the Munich Putsch, the landing finally took place.
  The fighting lasted sixteen days and ended with the victory of Russian and German troops.
  This, in essence, was how the Second World War ended. It was less bloody and prolonged than in real history. And it significantly strengthened and expanded Russian territory, especially in Africa and Asia.
  A relatively peaceful period ensued. Russia and Germany digested their own territorial gains. The Third Reich incorporated Belgium, Holland, almost half of France, as well as Morocco, part of Algeria, and the central territories. However, due to Franco's stance and Hitler's hesitation, the Germans were unable to advance into France's equatorial territories, and they fell to Russian troops.
  Nevertheless, Germany still gained a sizeable chunk of African territory, larger than its own. The land area of the Third Reich, including its European acquisitions, more than tripled. And if we count from the 1937 borders, including Austria, the Sudetenland, and the Czech Republic as a protectorate, it quadrupled.
  So the Germans generally had plenty to digest, assimilate, and master. Russia, moreover, had expanded its colonial holdings and was having difficulty controlling them all.
  And Italy got a lot: for example, most of Sudan, Somalia, Uganda and some other acquisitions, in particular Tunisia.
  Thus, the redivision of the world was complete for now. But, as they say, with time, ambitions begin to emerge.
  The United States didn't begin working seriously on the atomic project. Nazi Germany and Russia also showed a lukewarm attitude. Japan wasn't yet developed enough to handle it, and Britain and France had become vassals of the Third Reich and Russia.
  So the emergence of nuclear weapons was delayed for some time.
  But progress, of course, is inexorable. Physicists work, theory develops, as do laboratory experiments. But the atomic project requires the will of the state. Tsarist Russia already had more than its share of worries and expenses associated with the expansion of its territory. And Hitler, for some reason, had a grudge against such ideas for a nuclear program and believed that the atomic project would simply waste enormous sums of money.
  Moreover, the Russian ground army and air force were the strongest and most numerous in the world, and the navy, too, was improving, especially due to economic growth.
  Tsarist generals and marshals preferred to develop tank production, build airplanes, aircraft carriers, and battleships. What good were these fairy tales about nuclear bombs? In other words, both the Germans and the Russians were indifferent to this issue.
  Moreover, there were enough raw material resources to not have to worry about energy supplies, at least in the near future.
  So, despite all the coolness from the Pentagon and the White House, the initiative inevitably shifted to the United States. This was not only due to fears that the Russians or Germans would go further and put pressure on the New World, but also to economics.
  Having lost the ability to receive oil from Asia, Africa, and the Middle East, the United States still had its own wells in Texas and Florida, and began development in Alaska.
  But the US population was growing. Russia didn't impede immigration, and the population continued to grow rapidly. Blacks and Arabs were especially welcome to emigrate to the US.
  The American economy was growing, and there were more and more cars.
  And so began the search for nuclear fuel and an atomic reaction that could provide colossal energy.
  Ten years have passed since the end of World War II. Nazi Germany has acquired a new weapon: disc-shaped aircraft capable not only of flying at incredible speeds but also of remaining virtually invulnerable to small arms fire.
  In addition, the Germans managed to launch an artificial satellite into orbit and, most importantly, in June 1951, the first man into space.
  Tsarist Russia was a bit late, only reaching full speed in August of that year. Changes occurred in Fascist Italy that same year. Benedito Mussolini, a contender for the title of Julius Caesar, died. Overall, the Italian dictator proved successful in his governance. Including his conquests in Africa, including Ethiopia, the territory under Italian control increased almost three and a half times during his reign. Furthermore, in Europe, Benedito managed to seize part of France, including Toulon.
  But he was not allowed to set foot in Albania and Greece - these territories were within the sphere of influence of the Russian Empire.
  Benedito could certainly be called great and a conqueror, although the Italian army was not particularly distinguished by its exploits. But his son and heir considered himself no less impressive than his father.
  And he took the autumn of 1951 and invaded Albania and Greece... It is not for nothing that they say that all great wars begin suddenly.
  Vladimir III was even delighted by the opportunity. Italy's African holdings were vast, even larger than Germany's. So why not take them now, given the perfect excuse?
  Russian troops began military operations on November 7, 1951, attacking Ethiopia, Libya, and Sudan. Russian units were stronger, more numerous, and more combat-ready than the Italians.
  So they quickly began to crush the army of the macaroni people... But no one expected that, without any warning, Adolf Hitler would come out on the side of Mussolini Jr.
  Although if you look into it, there was nothing particularly unexpected.
  Germany lost the First World War to Russia and lost most of its territory in Russia. While the Germans managed to recoup their losses in the West with interest, in the East, frankly, they were simply left with nothing.
  So Hitler was counting heavily on his new weapons, especially discs and flying saucers. Furthermore, the Führer believed that this time, fighting Russia would be easier than in the First World War, since Germany and Italy would be fighting without a second front.
  It was also hoped that Japan, offended by the Russians, would also enter the war in the Far East and tie down the enemy there. Perhaps Portugal and Spain would also join the coalition, as would Britain and France? They were much closer to Germany than to Russia. And some hopes were pinned on the United States!
  Moreover, America built an impressive navy, numerous aircraft carriers, and modernized its tank fleet, although it was still inferior in quantity and quality to the vehicles of the Old World army.
  The social system in Tsarist Russia remained autocratic and absolute monarchy. The Tsar and Emperor of All Rus' wielded complete authority: executive, legislative, and judicial. There was no parliament. There was a State Council, composed of individuals appointed by the Emperor, but it had only advisory powers. The Tsar himself issued laws, as well as decrees. He also had the power to execute and pardon, although, of course, the courts also remained. Jury trials were abolished after the assassination of Nicholas II, so the judiciary was also appointed and dismissed by the Tsar, while officials were appointed by the Emperor.
  This system had its advantages and disadvantages. On the one hand, the emperor could quickly resolve any issue without debate or approval, but on the other, the excessive concentration of power in a single hand stifled initiative and gave bureaucracy greater powers. It also produced various favorites. Vladimir was not known for excessive prudishness or marital fidelity, although women did not exert much influence on his policies.
  Tsarist Russia boasted many powerful and heavy tank designs. However, combat experience in Africa demonstrated that tank performance was crucial. As a result, the mainstay of Russian tanks never exceeded the forty-five-ton weight limit. This increased weight, even with wide tracks, created problems with off-road performance.
  The Tsar loved heavy tanks, but his advisers dissuaded him from mass-producing them. However, two thousand of the sixty-ton machine were produced. And the most widely produced tank, the "Nikolai-3," was manufactured in sixty-three thousand units.
  The vehicle weighs forty-five tons, and its gun is 122 mm. The frontal armor is 200 mm thick, while the rear and sides are 120 mm thick. The layout is classic.
  Hitler was seriously fascinated by heavy vehicles. He wanted a production tank superior to the Nikolai. The German tank had ballooned to 75 tons, which was already the limit, as heavy vehicles are extremely difficult to transport by rail.
  The German vehicle was armed with a 128-mm gun, had 250-mm frontal armor, and 180-mm side and rear armor. The layout is also close to the classic one.
  The German tank was three times inferior to the Soviet one in terms of numbers. Not to mention the difficulties of using such overly heavy vehicles.
  However, Russian equipment is scattered across vast areas, and on the European sector of the front, the numbers of vehicles and infantry are roughly equal. Overall, though, the Russian army is far larger than the German one. And Russia has a huge population: it includes India, China, most of Africa, the Middle East, Persia, Indochina, and much more.
  Of course, Hitler's decision to attack Tsarist Russia, even with Japan and Italy, and possibly France and Britain, on his side, was a colossal gamble. But the Führer was a huge adventurer.
  It should be noted that the flying discs upon which the Third Reich pinned such high hopes were not very effective in practice. Creating a strong laminar jet resulted in enormous fuel consumption, and the flying saucers' flight time was comparatively short. Therefore, they were capable of operating, even at their enormous speed, over relatively short distances. Furthermore, the laminar jet protected the flying disc from small arms fire, but in turn hindered firing from the flying saucer.
  So the Germans could only drop radio-controlled missiles from their discs, and then at a narrow angle, or by turning off the laminar flow, but becoming vulnerable for the time being.
  But, in any case, Hitler decided to attack Russia and threw down his cards. Moreover, the fascist feared that if Italy were defeated, they would turn on him too. He, the mustachioed one, trusted no one.
  Initially, the Nazis achieved success thanks to the surprise of their attack and the better organization of their troops. But the timing of the offensive was poor. Snow began to fall, and the tanks stalled. The Nazis could have captured part of Poland, including Krakow, but they became bogged down near Warsaw.
  The Russian military machine was gaining momentum... Japan, as the Führer expected, entered the war, but its navy lacked superiority over the Russian Pacific Fleet, and the fighting was roughly even. Japan, meanwhile, diverted virtually no ground forces from the Western theater of operations. Furthermore, the samurai were inferior to the Russians in the air, both in numbers and quality. The Land of the Rising Sun was only able to capture a few small islands.
  The cautious Franco and Salazar were in no hurry to enter the war. Russia was a very powerful adversary. They had to wait and see. In real history, Franco limited himself to sending a Blue Division of fascist volunteers during World War II.
  Now the balance of power looked especially unequal in Africa.
  Italy quickly lost its possessions on the Black Continent.
  In the spring of 1952, the Tsarist army launched an offensive in East Prussia and managed to break through the enemy's deeply echeloned defenses. The Nazis barely managed to stop the Tsarist army's advance at Königsberg, but the imperial forces began advancing on the Sudetenland and Krakow.
  It turned out that the more agile Russian tanks were quite capable of fighting a heavier, but less maneuverable enemy. Chinese divisions, commanded by Russian generals, also performed well.
  The Germans were forced to abandon Krakow... And then, due to the threat of encirclement, they began to retreat from the Vistula to the Oder.
  No, this wasn't the course of the war the frenzied Führer expected. But he himself was to blame. Moreover, the French and British, having had their fill of Nazi occupation, weren't at all eager to die for the Führer. So reinforcements were delayed, and the vassal countries simply tried to sit it out.
  And the worse things were going for the Germans at the front.
  By winter, the Germans had lost all their holdings in Africa. And by spring, they had retreated to the Oder. Russian troops liberated Prague and the Sudetenland and approached Vienna. They also routed Italy and occupied Rome, Naples, and Sicily. So the spring of 1953 did not bode well for the Nazis. However, on April 8, 1953, Hitler died suddenly. The new German leadership desperately pleaded for peace.
  Vladimir Kirillovich Romanov generously agreed. But the Germans paid dearly for it. The new border now ran along the Oder: Belgium, Holland, and Denmark gained sovereignty, but as vassals of the Russian Empire. France regained its previously lost possessions, but became even more dependent on Russia.
  Italy and Germany lost all their colonies, which now became the property of the Tsarist crown. Italy itself also received the status of a Russian vassal, while Sicily and Sardinia became directly part of the empire of Vladimir III.
  Germany also lost much of its independence and paid large reparations.
  Japan also lost all its possessions except its own territory and was forced to become a vassal state. Tsar Vladimir Kirillovich Romanov also received the title of Emperor of Japan.
  Of course, that part of Australia that previously belonged to the Land of the Rising Sun also came under Russian control.
  In August 1953, the United States finally tested an atomic bomb. It was eight years late, but the nuclear genie was out of the bottle. In any case, progress cannot be stopped. And the development of the atomic bomb is inevitable. In the worst-case scenario, nuclear weapons could have been developed at most twenty years later than they actually were.
  With some delay, the tsarist government also began to develop its response.
  The United States couldn't bring itself to wage war against such a powerful empire. Moreover, it wasn't easy to reach Russia's main industrial and economic centers from overseas.
  And producing nuclear weapons required both time and money! The US had the resources, but time was running out. Tsarist Russia, with its resources and powerful intellectual potential, quickly made up for the lag in this area. And in 1956, Vladimir III also acquired an atomic bomb.
  Significantly inferior to Russia in population and resources, the capitalist and democratic United States gradually lost its trump cards.
  The only thing they could do was use nuclear weapons as a deterrent and try to undermine Tsarist Russia from within. But so far, they hadn't succeeded.
  Vladimir Kirillovich's first wife left him no male offspring, so he remarried. He fathered an heir, naming him Georgy.
  Tsarist Russia pursued space expansion. In 1959, about a year before the Americans, man landed on the moon. Then, in 1971, on Mars. The alternate world became safer than reality.
  In 1975, man landed on Venus. In 1980, on Mercury. In 1981, on one of Jupiter's moons. And in 1992, the very year of Vladimir Kirillovich Romanov's death, a Russian cosmonaut proudly set foot on Pluto.
  George I inherited the crown at the age of eighteen. Overall, it can be said that Vladimir III the Great led his 54-year reign very successfully. The Romanov dynasty then continued.
  
  
  
  NICHOLAS II THE MOST GLORIOUS OF THE TSARS!
  Let's assume that Tsar Alexander III, on the contrary, died earlier: in 1987, from an assassination attempt organized by Lenin's older brother, Alexander.
  It would seem even worse. But not quite. Nicholas II became tsar earlier, and married earlier: so that, if necessary, he could place his son on the throne. But he already had a different wife, a healthy heir, and certainly no Rasputin. So, at first, things were basically the same as in real history: the Trans-Siberian Railway was being built, the economy was booming - expansion into China. True, ships were being built in the Baltic Sea a year earlier. And the boom was slightly greater due to the earlier rise of the financial genius Witte.
  The war with Japan didn't start out well, but the Varyag managed to escape, and Admiral Makarov survived. History shifted slightly, and everything turned out slightly differently. In real history, the Varyag truly did have a narrow escape, and Admiral Makarov's death was entirely accidental and unlikely.
  The Russian fleet, led by Admiral Makarov, acted quite skillfully, sinking Japanese ships. Then, when two Japanese battleships were blown up in a rudder line, Makarov attacked the samurai and sank another fifteen ships.
  So everything went well. And Japan lost its naval superiority.
  But on land, the samurai proved weaker. Kuropatkin repelled all Japanese attacks and inflicted heavy losses. However, he wasn't particularly decisive. But soon Russian ships arrived from the Baltic Sea, and Makarov finally took control of all the waters.
  The Russians even began to land troops in Taiwan, and then on the Kuril Islands.
  Until Theodore Roosevelt intervened and offered mediation, Russia gained Manchuria, Korea, Mongolia, the Kuril Islands, and Taiwan.
  Yellow Russia also emerged. Thus, a new empire was formed.
  However, the tsar didn't get too brazen for now. In 1914, World War II broke out. Russia was better prepared for this war: its economy was stronger, its territory and population larger, and the Duma wasn't interfering. Moreover, there was no recession caused by riots and the so-called revolution.
  The First World War was a mixed bag. Russian generals made mistakes, but also had successes. But in 1915, the Germans achieved less success, as the Tsarist army was larger and better supplied. Russia nonetheless lost half of Poland and Galicia. The Germans were unable to enter Belarus and the Baltic states-the front line ran along the Vistula.
  And in 1916, the Tsarist army achieved great successes against Austria and Turkey. The Ottomans were almost completely routed, along with the Austrians, who were captured in Przemysl and Krakow. Germany was in trouble. In the spring of 1917, the Russians took Istanbul. Tsarist Russia also achieved significant successes during the summer offensive against Austria and Germany. And in the fall, when the Tsarist troops had already reached the Oder, Germany capitulated. The partition of Austria-Hungary and Turkey followed. Russia received Asia Minor, northern Iraq, Istanbul, Galicia, Bukovina, the Czechoslovak and Hungarian kingdoms, and Krakow. Plus Danzig, part of East Prussia, and the Klaipeda region. Russia thus became much stronger. And Germany also paid enormous reparations.
  Tsar Nicholas II was in no rush to take everything. But then the Russians, British, and French divided up the Saudi Peninsula. Then the British and Russians divided up Iran and Afghanistan. The redivision of the world was complete.
  Until 1929, the entire world was on the rise, until the Great Depression struck. In 1931, Japan launched a war against Russia. It was quickly defeated and occupied, along with all its Pacific territories. Then came a referendum and its incorporation into Russia.
  Taking advantage of the weakened Britain, France, and the United States, engulfed in the Great Depression, Tsar Nicholas II waged wars to conquer China. This became his greatest conquest.
  To somewhat accelerate Russification, Nicholas II made an unconventional decision: he officially introduced polygamy in Russia, changing the theology and dogmas of the Orthodox Church. Thus, the Reformation was enacted.
  And the Tsar took a second wife. Russians were encouraged to marry foreign women and have many children. The vast Chinese people needed to be Russified as well. And what better way to do that? Marry Chinese women!
  Hitler never came to power in Germany. In this story, he fell a bit short. He was too much of an extremist. The main irritant was the fascist Mussolini, who had seized Ethiopia and dreamed of becoming a new Caesar and Trojan rolled into one.
  In May 1937, war broke out between Russia and Italy. Mussolini, it turned out, had committed suicide. Russian troops captured all of Italy in two months, and all of Italy's colonies in three more. Tsarist Russia also finally incorporated Romania and Yugoslavia, and a little later, Bulgaria. Having completed the annexation of territories, Nicholas II died in the fall of 1939. His heir, Alexei II, who was quite healthy, became the new tsar.
  In this case, Nicholas II reigned for fifty-two years, surpassing Ivan the Terrible's record. His reign proved to be the most successful in Russian history, and his conquests were simply record-breaking. No other tsar had conquered so much. Russia firmly established itself in China and gained strength in all directions.
  However, then, under Alexei II, a long period of peace ensued. France, Britain, and the United States didn't want war. And Germany was disarmed and powerless. So a situation arose where peace reigned.
  Colonial empires continued to exist. Russia remained the largest country, but Britain was formally the second-largest power, only slightly smaller in area than the Tsarist Empire. However, Australia, South Africa, and Canada were virtually independent dominions. And in India... In 1968, a major uprising broke out in India, and after two years of war, the British were expelled. But the Tsarist army entered Indian territory and suppressed the uprisings. Afterwards, Britain lost this colony to Russia. Soon, Russia also took southern Iran.
  After Alexei II, Nicholas III succeeded to the throne in 1969. The Tsarist empire was on the rise. France, too, lost control of Indochina and Thailand in 1979. And there, too, Tsarist troops arrived.
  In the 1980s and 1990s, Africa came under the control of Tsarist Russia. After 2001, Peter the Fourth, son of Alexei II, ascended the Russian throne.
  By this time, Tsarist Russia had absorbed almost all of Africa and Asia, and had snatched up colonies from other countries, including Indonesia. But of course, it did not go against Australia.
  A period of peace had arrived. The United States, Britain, and France had nuclear weapons, Germany economic might. Russia had economic might, nuclear weapons, the world's largest army, and the largest population. And it still had an absolute autocratic monarchy without parliament. The Americans, being the second-largest power, or even a superpower, considered this a criticism of Russia.
  However, the lack of democracy did not hinder progress. In particular, back in 1943, in Tsarist Russia, the first human flew into space. And in 1961, to the Moon. The mission to Mars took place in 1974. And by 2000, almost all the planets in the Solar System had been visited. A major expedition to the stars was being prepared. It launched in 2018 and headed to Alpha Centauri.
  So, tsarism didn't hinder science at all. Peter IV of the Romanov dynasty even declared that enlightened absolutism was better.
  Especially against the backdrop of the scandals that have constantly rocked the Donald Trump administration.
  Nicholas II was still considered the greatest tsar of all time. Tsarist Russia was on top and a global hegemon. The outskirts and colonies were gradually becoming Russified. The empire was gaining momentum. And the whole world had become a better place.
  And why? Thanks to Alexander Ulyanov, Lenin's brother, who was executed for regicide. Lenin himself remained abroad. He met Wales and also took up writing science fiction, which earned him considerable wealth and made a name for himself. And so he became famous, becoming well-known and celebrated, and his works were translated into many languages. Stalin died in prison of tuberculosis and generally remained known only to specialists. Trotsky soon abandoned revolutionary activity and made a respectable career as an official, rising to the rank of actual privy councilor and deputy minister. Voznesensky became a minister under the tsar and achieved much. Khrushchev remained a small shopkeeper and achieved no fame. Brezhnev rose to the rank of colonel. Andropov served in the police and also became a colonel. Gorbachev became a prominent businessman and showman. Yeltsin remained a shopkeeper. Putin rose to the rank of colonel in the secret police and retired with honors. Medvedev is a minor official. Zhirinovsky, the newspaper's founder, was also a showman. Zyuganov tried to work underground against the tsar. He received a prison sentence, then became an informant for the secret police. He retired with the rank of captain. Zhukov only rose to the rank of major. Vasilevsky became a lieutenant general, Shaposhnikov a lieutenant general. Kolchak became a grand admiral and a recipient of many orders. Makarov also became a grand admiral, having fought in the First World War. Actually, not the first, but the only world war, as there was no Second World War. Brusilov became famous, a field marshal and a recipient of the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called. Denikin, Wrangel, Kornilov, and Kuropatkin all became field marshals.
  Life was good under the tsars, too. And prices hadn't risen for over a hundred years. And the ruble was backed by a stable gold standard of 0.77 grams. And many peoples lived well under the tsars.
  Everyone had equal rights, and many called themselves Russians, even Africans. Everyone prospered under the Tsar. Only Jews of non-Orthodox faiths remained subject to residency requirements. But their numbers were dwindling.
  Under the Tsar, there were some problems, to be sure. One of them, a high birth rate and low death rate, led to overpopulation. But this was intended to be solved through space expansion. Furthermore, the development of science and agriculture made it possible to address the problem of hunger. There was enough food for everyone. But the population growth in the empire was over three percent per year. And this threatened future troubles.
  The tsarist government sought a solution in space expansion. And this seemed reasonable. So new starships were built and research into superluminal travel was conducted.
  
  
  
  FIFTY YEARS OF ALEXANDER THE THIRD - THE GREAT!
  The assassination attempt on Alexander II in 1866 was successful. The Tsar-Liberator died as a result. Alexander III ascended the throne. On the plus side, Alaska hadn't been sold yet, and the new Russian emperor was reluctant to give up any land, even if it was remote and not yet particularly valuable.
  Moreover, construction of the road to Vladivostok in Siberia had begun even earlier. And it was supposed to extend all the way to Chukotka!
  Tsar Alexander III was strong, decisive, strong-willed, healthy, and physically very strong. He ruled with a firm hand, and under him, Russia entered a period of greatest prosperity and achievement!
  So it"s a good thing that the great emperor began to rule fifteen years earlier than in real history!
  To begin with, he harshly suppressed all uprisings by revolutionaries and members of the Narodnaya Volya (People's Will). Then he began reforming the army and navy, restoring order.
  The Tsar achieved much. Roads, bridges, and factories were built, and the country rapidly developed capitalism. While autocracy remained intact, the Tsarist government waged small wars, advancing across Central Asia and expanding its influence there.
  The Great War with Turkey broke out in 1977. It went even better, faster, more victorious, and with fewer losses than in real history. It was in this war that Skobelev's genius shone in its full light!
  The Russian troops routed the Turks with minimal losses. They even managed to capture Istanbul immediately, as they arrived there before the British squadron. This war was so successful that the Tsar himself was named Victorious Alexander! And Skobelev became the youngest field marshal in Russian history.
  Türkiye was divided. The British occupied Egypt and Sudan. Russia took Iraq, Palestine, Syria, part of Saudi Arabia, Asia Minor, all of Armenia, and the Balkans!
  Thus, Alexander III captured a large territory quite quickly and relatively easily. He continued his expansion southward, moving through Iran, Turkmenistan, and even into Afghanistan!
  The Tsar's army set its sights on India! The British were ready to fight. An alliance of Russia, Germany, and Austria-Hungary against France and Britain was formed.
  In 1992, Germany launched an offensive against the Rooster Republic. Britain declared war on Germany and Russia. Austria-Hungary gained Bosnia and Herzegovina and attacked Italy.
  Russia launched a campaign against India and the French possessions in Indochina. This effectively began the First World War. But now Russia and the Germans were together!
  Russia also attacked Egypt.
  Tsarist troops, supported by the local population, occupy India and Iran. They then enter Indochina. The Prussians, meanwhile, defeat the French again and encircle Paris.
  The Republicans then refuse to surrender. Paris is attacked, causing extensive destruction. The Germans also capture Belgium and Holland.
  Britain continues the war for some time. Russian troops occupy Egypt and Sudan. A war is underway at sea. The Russian army is advancing across Africa, all the way to South Africa. And it's gathering colonies for itself. The Germans are grabbing some of them too.
  Meanwhile, Austria-Hungary became bogged down in a war with Italy. However, in 1894, the Germans came to the Austrians' aid and completed the conquest of Italy.
  After which the land of oranges is divided among themselves.
  The war shifts to the sea. And here the genius of naval commander Admiral Makarov shines through, achieving a series of brilliant victories, forcing the Mistress of the Seas to capitulate.
  Russia took control of India, Indochina, most of Africa, and even Australia, driving the British out. Russian troops also drove Britain out of Canada, also establishing a colony there. Thus, Britain lost virtually all of its colonies, while Russia gained them. Russia's continued control of Alaska, as well as the presence of a very powerful navy, and the genius of Admirals Makarov and Rozhdestvensky, facilitated the seizure of Canada.
  Well, that's not all. Russia moved on China. Quite successfully, too. And in 1904, war with Japan began.
  But unlike real history, this war wasn't difficult, but rather swift. Moreover, Japan's navy was weak, while Russia's was quite strong. Having defeated the Japanese, Russian troops captured Tokyo. Then a referendum was held, and the overwhelming majority of Japanese voted to join Russia.
  Tsar Alexander III won another victory. Then came the voluntary-forced annexation of China. Region after region, province after province. The Tsarist empire reached enormous proportions. From the United States, all of Canada and Alaska, all of Asia, Austria, the Pacific region, to South Africa and Germany's possessions in West Africa.
  Plus there was Austria-Hungary. Such a vast power.
  But, of course, the Germans and Austrians wanted more. France was still occupied by Germany. Britain, offended by Russia, also wanted war.
  The Kaiser managed to assemble a coalition: Spain, Portugal, Germany, Austria-Hungary, and Sweden against the gigantic Russia. The Germans had also previously managed to capture Denmark and Norway during the war with Britain. A powerful coalition had formed.
  And the war began on August 1, 1917, just as Alexander III died and Nicholas II ascended the throne. The calculation was that without such a great monarch as Alexander III, who had reached the age of fifty-one, Russia would surely lose.
  But Nicholas II had a strong and stable empire, without Rasputin and an ailing heir. So he could fight the coalition.
  And so the war began... The Germans swarmed like a typhoon. Russian troops met them with powerful counterattacks. A massive and fierce battle ensued.
  Nicholas II, relying on a chain of fortresses, thoroughly wore down the German and Austrian forces. Then he launched a counteroffensive. In Africa, Russian troops, using the world's first light all-terrain tanks, completely routed the Austrians and Germans. And they cleared the Dark Continent.
  Both Sweden and Norway were conquered quite quickly.
  The war lasted a year and a half and ended with the Russian army, larger in numbers and with its more powerful tanks, capturing all of Europe. Then Britain fell, too. Russia had finally established its dominance over the Eastern Hemisphere.
  Tsar Nicholas II also became a great conqueror. Peace reigned until 1929, when the Great Depression erupted. The general economic crisis led to the outbreak of war between Russia and the last great superpower, the United States, on May 1st, 1931!
  The Tsarist army of Nicholas II entered the American border. The forces were unequal. The Americans had almost no tanks and were poorly trained. Moreover, Russia greatly outnumbered the United States. The Tsarist Empire also had superior generals. So, from the very beginning, the war was one-sided. Russia was winning and advancing. And then, on September 30, after taking New York and Washington, the United States capitulated. Thus, another page of history was turned. In 1934, Nicholas II launched an invasion of Mexico and then further into Latin America, conquering Latin American countries. Until December 1936, when the last independent republic, Chile, fell.
  Thus, Nicholas II brought history to a final close. Tsarist Russia united all the countries and peoples of planet Earth.
  On November 7, 1937, Emperor Nicholas the Great of the planet Earth crashed in a plane. And his reign ended. Alexei II became Tsar. A healthy, young heir-about thirty-three years old. Under him, space expansion began. New frontiers and new flights. The monarchy was unshakable. Humanity was united and conquering space.
  GENERALISSIMO KONDRATENKO
  The Port Arthur commandant died. He did indeed die in real life. He was wounded in the head, but the shrapnel missed his brain by a few millimeters. In short, the traitor who surrendered the citadel died, and his place was taken by Kondratenko, the hero of the Port Arthur defense.
  To strengthen the fortress's defenses, the new commander sent all sailors and ship artillery ashore and disarmed the squadron, but fortified Port Arthur.
  As a result, the citadel was thoroughly defended, thanks in part to the skillful actions of Commander Kondratenko. The defense held successfully. Kondratenko reinforced the Vysokaya fortress defenses in time, and the Japanese were unable to take it.
  By the end of December, the samurai were exhausted from the assaults. January saw a lull caused by Kuropatkin's unsuccessful attempt to relieve the siege.
  In February, there was another assault, and again it was repelled with heavy losses for the Japanese.
  During the defense, a boy named Oleg Rybachenko performed heroically. At the beginning of the siege, this cabin boy was only ten years old. The child fought alongside the adults and carried out reconnaissance missions.
  He showed himself to be very brave and combative. And the defense held. March had already arrived... The Japanese retreated again. Russia didn't experience Bloody Sunday, as Tsar Nicholas, since Port Arthur held, was in good spirits and went out to the people. The Russian army grew stronger and larger. At the end of March, the Japanese attempted an offensive, but Kuropatkin's forces were too overwhelmingly superior in numbers and repelled all attacks.
  General Nogi's forces were better off pinned down by the siege of Port Arthur. Having suffered heavy losses, the Japanese retreated. But again, Kuropatkin hesitated.
  At the end of April, a new assault followed, which, however, was also repelled.
  And Oleg Rybachenko, this brave boy, even captured a Japanese colonel, with the help of a trap, of course.
  In early May, only minor skirmishes occurred, but on the 25th, Rozhdestvensky's squadron finally entered Port Arthur. The renowned admiral led fifty-one ships, crossing three oceans at once!
  After which, the defense received reinforcements. And in early June, the final assault on Port Arthur followed. It was a desperate and brutal assault. Once again, it was repelled with enormous losses for the Japanese. The Tsar finally dismissed Kuropatkin and appointed Linevich. In mid-July 1905, the Japanese were finally defeated. And so, the heroic defense of Port Arthur, which had lasted for over a year, came to an end.
  Kondratenko was awarded the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called and promoted to Field Marshal. Rozhdestvensky's squadron, along with the Port Arthur squadron, then defeated the Japanese at sea. Admiral Togo himself was killed in the battle.
  Japan was forced to make peace with Russia, with the mediation of the United States.
  The Kuril Islands and Taiwan were forced to cede. Russia secured protectorate over Korea and Manchuria, and control over Port Arthur. Furthermore, Japan paid a massive indemnity of one billion gold yen to Tsarist Russia.
  The victory strengthened Tsar Nicholas II's position. Russia expanded its territories, and a Yellow Russia began to emerge, voluntarily annexed by Chinese regions. There was no State Duma-Russia remained an absolute monarchy, without parliament.
  Of course, due to the victory and political stability, economic growth continued earlier than in real history and was stronger.
  The First World War began as in real history. But it proceeded more successfully for Russia, which had a larger and better army, thanks in part to Field Marshal Kondratenko's reforms, a stronger economy, and greater authority for the Tsar.
  The war lasted just over a year and ended with the collapse of Austria-Hungary and the capitulation of the Ottoman Empire and Germany. Bulgaria, seeing the danger, sided with Serbia and Russia, as did Italy and Japan.
  Field Marshal Kondratenko received the highest rank - Generalissimo. He became a Knight of virtually every order, as did Suvorov. Brusilov became a Field Marshal. Admiral Kolchak, Kornilov, and Denikin all made their careers. Tsarist Russia annexed Galicia, Bukovina, the Krakow Voivodeship, the Poznan region, and Klaipėda. Czechoslovakia also became part of the Russian Empire, as did Asia Minor and Constantinople. And northern Iraq.
  All in all, everything turned out well. The Japanese and Russians divided up the German colonies in the Pacific Ocean.
  Then Saudi Arabia was divided between Russia, France, and Britain. After a short war, Russia and Britain then divided Iran.
  And then Afghanistan. True, there was a bit of fighting there. And the British weren't too lucky at first.
  The world found stability and prosperity. Until the Great Depression erupted in 1929. Russia, after its rapid growth, also fell into crisis.
  In 1931, Japan attacked Russia, seeking revenge for previous defeats.
  But this time, it was suicide. The Tsar's troops defeated the Japanese. Admiral Kolchak, still quite young, demonstrated a genius comparable to Ushakov. The Land of the Rising Sun was completely defeated at sea and then occupied. A referendum followed, in which the majority of Japanese voted to join Russia.
  Thus, Tsar Nicholas II strengthened his power in the Pacific Ocean. Russia continued its advance on China. Weakened by the crisis, Britain, France, and the United States did not interfere with the takeover of the Celestial Empire.
  In 1933, Hitler came to power in Germany. He began to restore the former empire's former might. And, of course, he tried to avoid antagonizing Russia.
  Mussolini, in Italy, had a friendship with Russia. And under the cover of it, he seized Ethiopia, expanding his colonies. There was talk of creating a Triple Alliance.
  Tsarist Russia wanted to annex all the colonies of weakening England and France. Well, the Germans and Italians, of course, too. The United States had its own plans.
  In 1937, Germany united with Austria, executing the Anschluss. And in November 1937, the plane carrying Nicholas II crashed. The reign ended quite successfully. During his forty-three-year reign, Nicholas II achieved colossal conquests.
  They called him Nikolaev the Great! And even the Greatest, becoming taller than Peter the Great.
  Under Nicholas II, the workday was reduced to ten hours, and seven-year education became compulsory and free. The average wage nationwide reached 75 rubles per month, with zero inflation and the ruble backed by gold. The Tsarist currency was the hardest and most convertible in the world.
  Russia had the largest land army in the world, and in terms of naval strength it surpassed both Britain and the United States.
  Russian tanks were the best in the world, as were their aircraft. And helicopters were practically the only ones on planet Earth at the time. They had the largest and highest-quality submarine fleet. They had the best artillery. They had cutting-edge television and video technologies. The world's first color films were also made in Tsarist Russia, thanks in part to Tsar Nicholas II's passion for photography.
  After annexing China, Russia became the world's most populous country, overtaking Britain and all its colonies.
  Tsar Nicholas II reformed Orthodoxy and legalized polygamy. This wise ruler accomplished much. And he died not disparaged, not persecuted, not having lost Russia, but a great man. And just a few millimeters of a fragment's shift had such an impact on Russian history. And they say there are no accidents in history! Of course there are. Both Nicholas II and the phenomenon of Generalissimo Kondratenko demonstrated this.
  But after the death of Tsar Nicholas, a temporary chaos ensued. First, Alexei II died before he could be crowned monarch. Then another heir, Kirill Vladimirovich Romanov, also died. And in 1938, Vladimir III ascended the throne. The Tsar was young, but generally intelligent and quite strong-willed and ambitious.
  And so he set to work! Russia, Italy, Germany, against Britain, France, and perhaps, in the future, the United States. Here, of course, the Triple Alliance is much stronger.
  In May 1940, Germany invaded France, Belgium, Holland, and Britain. Russia attacked French, British, and Dutch colonies. The unceremonious seizure of territory began.
  The British and French were unable to resist the Russian army. But the Germans, in just six weeks, routed and forced the capitulation of France, Belgium, and Holland.
  Then the Führer occupied Spain and Portugal, and seized Denmark and Norway. Russia occupied Sweden.
  The war was practically one-sided. With the support of the local population, Russia captured India, Indochina, southern Afghanistan, southern Iran, the Middle East, and entered Egypt.
  Of course, the colonial forces couldn't resist the tsarist army, nor did they particularly want to. The conquest of Africa was somewhat delayed due to poor roads and stretched communication lines. The Germans advanced through Africa via Gibraltar and Morocco, the Russians through Egypt and then Sudan.
  However, the terrain was a greater obstacle than the resistance of the British or French troops. They were few in number, poorly armed, and mostly composed of local aborigines who neither knew how nor wanted to fight.
  In 1940, Hitler hesitated to launch a landing in Britain. He launched an air offensive, which was initially unsuccessful. But in the spring of 1941, Russian aircraft entered the fray, and Britain began to be pressed to death.
  And in August, the landing of joint German-Russian troops followed, and after two weeks of fierce fighting, the capture of London.
  After which the entire Eastern Hemisphere, including Australia and New Zealand, became Russian, German and Italian.
  But there was still the United States.
  Tsar Vladimir decided to attack America as well. Hitler and Mussolini supported him in this decision. The Third Reich moved troops into Iceland, then on to Greenland and Canada, while Tsarist Russia advanced on Alaska. The forces were, of course, unequal. The United States had a weak tank fleet and a far smaller population than Russia and all its colonies combined. Although the economy was developed, it was no match for such a monster.
  Having launched an offensive in 1943, the Russian army quickly occupied Alaska within two winter months. And in the spring, along with the Germans, they captured almost all of Canada.
  Brazil, Venezuela, Mexico and other countries have declared war on the United States.
  Russian troops have begun moving across the northern states of America. The forces are, of course, unequal. Russia and Germany are superior in both quality and quantity.
  The girls Natasha, Zoya, Aurora, and Svetlana fight in the world's best tank, the Kondratenko-3. It's a mobile vehicle with a long-barreled, rapid-fire cannon. It's very maneuverable and has a low profile.
  The Kondratenko-3 tank weighs approximately forty tons and is well protected. And despite its small 76-millimeter caliber, the gun has a high muzzle velocity.
  Shermans can't penetrate this tank from any angle. So...
  The girls, fighting barefoot and in bikinis, simply destroy the Americans and laugh a lot.
  Especially Natasha... And with her bare fingers she presses the joystick, saying:
  - Glory to my Rus'!
  Zoya also shoots. She does it with her bare toes, pressing the joystick buttons and shouting:
  - And our entire native land!
  Aurora then fires, striking the enemy and baring her teeth, saying:
  - And the higher powers are behind us!
  And the girl winks quite fieryly, too! She presses her bare toes like joystick buttons.
  And then Svetlana leads the fire. Such a sharp-shooting and sparkling girl. Sunbeams stream from her lips. And she sings too:
  - I'm a world star! I run faster than even Satan!
  With girls like these, even the devil himself isn't scary. They're thrashing the Americans, tightly surrounding Chicago.
  And without letting anyone out. They're wreaking havoc, let's say, trivially. That's the kind of girls they are.
  And now the Chicago garrison capitulates. Know our people!
  And Russian tanks are already approaching New York. Tsar Vladimir rubs his hands with satisfaction. Have the Russians ever gone this far?
  Girls fight bravely in the air, too. For example, this sweet couple: Maria and Mirabela.
  Barefoot and bikini-clad beauties are racking up bills. They literally have no defense. These girls are so beautiful, dazzlingly aggressive, and deadly accurate.
  Maria fired, shot down a dozen planes with one burst, and sang:
  - Glory to our native land! In the name of Russia!
  Mirabella also fired and roared:
  - But there is a leader in great power,
  He will call the Slavs to battle...
  They can't cope with Russia -
  When Vladimir rules as Tsar!
  
  From firm, strong, with an iron will,
  And his gaze is like cutting metal...
  Russians don"t need a better life -
  This is the only thing people dreamed of!
  Yes, these girls are masters of both fighting and singing...
  Incidentally, at the very height of the assault on New York, the first Russian cosmonaut launched into space and orbited the planet Earth. This was yet another achievement of the Tsarist Russia of the Romanov dynasty.
  Then the New York garrison capitulated, and Washington soon fell. And on September 3, 1943, the United States capitulated altogether. Thus ended World War II, which had begun on May 15, 1940. A glorious and victorious war for Russia.
  Of course, both Hitler and Mussolini gained much from this war. Both dictators gained possessions in Africa, and some in Europe and the United States. Europe was finally divided among countries. And after a referendum, Bulgaria became the Kingdom of Bulgaria within Russia.
  It would seem that the world has been re-divided once again, and the colonies can be reorganized. But Hitler, of course, wouldn't be Hitler if he didn't want more. Specifically, to defeat Russia. And seize its territories.
  And, of course, the Germans were counting heavily on new, more powerful weapons: the E-series tanks, ballistic missiles, and especially flying saucer missiles.
  However, Tsarist Russia was significantly ahead of the Third Reich in ballistic missiles and even flew to the Moon on April 12, 1951.
  And the E-series tanks did not have a qualitative superiority over the Russian ones.
  Only the flying saucers remained a mystery. Thanks to their laminar flow, they proved completely invulnerable to any type of small arms. But at the same time, they themselves were incapable of firing.
  Mussolini died and his son succeeded him. Hitler pressured him, and the young man agreed to fight Russia. On April 20, 1955, a new, Third World War began. Hitler's side included Italy, Brazil, Argentina, Chile, Mexico-in short, all of Latin America, except Cuba, which supported Russia. And there were no other countries in the world more supportive! On April 20, 1955, the Third World War began. And Tsar Vladimir faced the most serious challenge of his reign.
  The only thing that could console him is that this war will be the last in the history of wars on planet Earth, since all the countries of the world are participating in it!
  Well, if war has begun, it must be waged! Hitler's attack wasn't particularly unexpected. Hungary and Yugoslavia are part of Russia with limited autonomy, their Tsar is Vladimir III. Albania has been captured by Italy. Everything is in order. The Germans are trying to advance from East Prussia and Austria, Italy from the south. And fighting is underway in Africa. And the Latin American coalition is against the United States. But they're not very active there. Only now they've declared war.
  Meanwhile, Hitler moved his main forces into Europe.
  And a hellish war broke out. The last large-scale war in human history.
  The Germans launched their main attack in Hungary, heading toward Budapest. Oleg Rybachenko fought there. He still looked like a boy of about ten. True, he was very physically strong, muscular, and fast, and, most importantly, immortal, like a highlander. Yes, the writer and poet Oleg Rybachenko received immortality, but on the condition that he become a boy of about ten and serve Russia in a child's body, albeit very strong and fast. And he's been a child since January 1, 1904, when he signed on as a cabin boy in Port Arthur. Well, he's not exactly a small boy, but he's strong and fast from the start, and they took him on board.
  When they questioned whether it was too small, Oleg Rybachenko bet a copper nickel with his fingers. After which, without further ado, he was taken aboard the ship.
  The boy earned a great many awards, participating in all the wars. He became an officer. But he remained a child's creature. So, although he received awards for his many exploits, the eternal boy was never promoted higher than captain. And so Oleg Rybachenko has been in the army for over half a century. He long ago earned an officer's pension, but if you have impeccable health, why leave the service?
  Moreover, without computers, game consoles, and television, it's somehow boring. And in the army, at least you're a captain and you can steer the soldiers. And time still flies, after all.
  Generalissimo Kondratenko has died. Grand Admiral Kolchak, who surpassed Ushakov, has also died. Many of the men Oleg Rybachenko started out with are no longer serving.
  More precisely, since the siege of Port Arthur, almost all the veterans have died. Only Vova remains. He, too, was a young cabin boy back then, and now he's a gray-haired old man. Pravda is still serving. And he's amazed that Oleg remains the same boy, without a single scar on his body. This phenomenon is well-known throughout the Russian, Tsarist army. Pravda fights very well indeed.
  Oleg, a boy, is barefoot; he feels more comfortable and agile this way. He aims gun after gun, firing at German E-series tanks. The Nazis' machines are simply enormous. And it seems there's no stopping them.
  But the eternal boy hits so accurately that he pierces metal. He paints the Fritzes, tears down towers, and sings.
  - Tsar Vladimir, Russian Tsar...
  Orthodox sovereign!
  We will soon conquer the world,
  because there is a cherub above us!
  Hitler will come to an end,
  And whoever listened - well done!
  And the boy, with his bare, childish foot, throws a grenade. Graybeard Vova just shakes his head.
  Writer and poet Oleg Rybachenko spent more than fifty years in the twentieth century, still a child. And admittedly, he saw a lot. Immortal as he was, he had long since lost all sense of fear. And war reminded him of a computer strategy game.
  It was easy and fun to play. And the fighting was also pleasant. It's so nice when the morning dew is under your bare feet, and you're the eternal boy taking a bath, and dressed unregulated in shorts!
  Oleg Rybachenko is allowed to run around in shorts and barefoot. Back in Port Arthur, the boy had learned to go barefoot even in freezing temperatures. After all, an immortal body can't catch a cold or get sick, and you quickly get used to the cold, which doesn't cause harm. Just like Peter Pan. And running barefoot through the snow is almost pleasant. When you're moving, the cold is practically imperceptible; only when you're sitting still do your bare feet get a little numb! But for a boy, it's a small thing.
  But there are also the witch girls: Natasha, Zoya, Aurora, Svetlana! They also take part in the war. But not all the time, just sporadically. They helped hold Mount Vysokaya when things were at their most difficult. Barefoot beauties fought there, even in bikinis. They threw sharp discs with their bare toes.
  And they hacked at them with swords. And Oleg Rybachenko was then firing a machine gun-his senior comrades were killed. As a result, the samurai assault fizzled out, and Mount Vysokaya remained unshakable!
  And the girls showed their highest class and Valkyrie aerobatics.
  And now the Germans are on the defensive. The Tsarist army is ready for war. The Führer failed to achieve tactical surprise.
  And the Russian troops are fighting bravely. I think Hitler will curse himself many times for starting such a war. And despite the fact that the Führer has two-thirds of Europe and a third of Africa under arms, but still
  He is not Russia's rival.
  And the number of soldiers, too. And the Italian troops are weak. The Latin American countries are participating in the war only halfheartedly. And their armies, both technically and organizationally, are not very good.
  So, for now, Russia is holding the enemy in a deeply echeloned defense.
  The Kondratenko-6 tank is quite capable of fighting this series. And the Nikolai-4, which is heavier, proves to be a very powerful vehicle.
  Can the Russians fight with heavier German monsters?
  Especially on "Nikolai"-4 where the crew is Alenka, a very beautiful girl in a bikini.
  A 130mm cannon. It's like it's hitting the fascists. Hitler shouldn't have gone after Tsarist Russia. He's not getting a walk in the park here, he's in for a beating.
  Anyuta pressed the joystick button with her bare toes and sang:
  - For Russia and freedom until the end!
  And how the beauty laughs!
  And then Augustine will launch a projectile at the enemy. It will split the metal and sing:
  - Let's make our hearts beat in unison!
  And she'll also press the joystick buttons with her bare toes. Now that's a real tough chick!
  And then Maria comes smashing down. And she'll split the fascists. And destroy the enemy.
  And he'll sing along with his bare toes:
  - In the name of our holy Motherland! Let the fighter be simply awesome!
  And he will burst out laughing and show his teeth!
  And then the Olympics will hit us with a hefty projectile. She's what girls need - the juiciest apple juice!
  And again the girls penetrated the E-50, knocked out the turret and laughed.
  Alenka sent a projectile crashing through the E-100, piercing it right through. And using her bare toes to do it. Which made the girl sing:
  - Break the enemy!
  And Anyuta starts to hit, using her bare feet, and squeaks:
  - The Fritz are kaput!
  And then he hits Augustine. Very accurately, using his bare toes, cooing:
  - Hitler is finished!
  And then Maria will add something quite aggressive. She'll crush the fascists and squeal:
  - And whoever listened, well done!
  And he'll show his tongue!
  And then Olympiada sends a projectile, killing her opponents.
  And also putting bare feet into motion and singing:
  - Total sell-out!
  And again the girl will stick out her tongue.
  This is how they fight...
  After a month of fighting since the start of the offensive, the Germans had advanced between fifty and one hundred kilometers and suffered heavy, even enormous, losses. Meanwhile, the Italians in Africa found themselves completely encircled and surrounded. Their troops were simply routed.
  On May 21, Adolf Hitler ordered the conscription of all men capable of bearing arms from the age of fifteen to sixty-five. The Tsarist army was bringing up reserves.
  As it turns out, German disc aircraft aren't all that scary in practice. True, they can ram Russian aircraft. But this can be avoided thanks to the high maneuverability of the Tsarist army's aircraft.
  And Hitler's hopes for an invulnerable miracle weapon were completely unfounded.
  The Tsarist army was still on the defensive. Powerful defensive lines, dug in advance, a strong defense. Let Hitler run out of steam. But in Africa, they could put pressure on their weaker Italian ally.
  Had the Führer not decided to wage war against Tsarist Russia, he would undoubtedly have gone down in history as a great, even the greatest, leader of Germany. But the devil wanted to rule the world, and what came of it?
  Russian girls are the coolest in the world after all.
  Oleg Rybachenko, as always, is at the forefront of the battle. Neither bullets nor shrapnel can harm him. He's a reckless and brilliant guy.
  A boy in shorts and barefoot, against the fascists. And throws grenades at them, and runs in the leaden rain.
  It's a shame the brilliant Kondratenko is gone, but there are young and capable commanders. In particular, Field Marshal Vasilevsky, who distinguished himself already during the First World War. He commands energetically and skillfully.
  And the Fritzes, running into tough defenses, get hopelessly bogged down. But they still try to break through.
  Oleg Rybachenko, this eternal boy, laughs, bares his teeth and sings:
  - My homeland! My holy homeland!
  And he also throws a grenade with his bare feet.
  And here are Natasha, Zoya, Aurora, and Svetlana joining the battle. They are the eternal witch-girls, servants of the sacred God Rod. They don't always fight, otherwise Russia would have conquered the entire world. But they are always effective and devastating.
  Girls love to kill: these are girls!
  And how they will walk over the fascists, and how they will hit...
  And with their bare toes they will throw discs, killing the Fritzes.
  The Nazis are getting bogged down and suffering increasing losses. Vasilevsky, the great strategist, proposes defeating the Nazis and Italians in Africa. There, the more agile Russian tanks, with their better cross-country ability, will have the advantage. And in Europe, let the Nazis grow stronger, so they'll completely exhaust their resources.
  Tsar Vladimir accepted this plan. And new forces were transferred to Africa.
  Elizaveta and her crew fought in Libya, cutting off Italian units. It's hot there, and the girl looks good in a bikini. They have the newest Kondratenko-6 tank, which the warriors use to outflank Italian and Nazi positions, confidently destroying them.
  Elizabeth shoots at a tank from Mussolini Jr.'s empire and says:
  - A fur coat and a caftan walk across the seas and the waves!
  And of course, he uses his bare toes.
  Then Ekaterina fires. She pierces the German vehicle and roars:
  - In Russia, Tsar Vladimir is a hero!
  Elena is pounding away at her, beating up the Fritz self-propelled gun and chirping:
  - Kill Hitler for the Motherland!
  And finally, Olympiada will launch a missile. It will crush the Fritzes, suppress them, and squeal:
  - The result will be excellent!
  And also uses the bare toes of children's feet.
  In Africa, in late May and early June, Russian troops achieved significant success. The fighting spread to Libya and Ethiopia. On June 12, Tripoli fell. And on June 15, the Ethiopian capital was taken, on the move. So Mussolini Jr.'s troops crumbled. Alas, he was unable to support his father.
  And his glory as a conqueror, too. After all, Mussolini, having seized some of the English and French colonies, considered himself Caesar. But surpassing Caesar seems beyond his power.
  Oleg Rybachenko fought, commanding a battery. He did so valiantly that the Germans lost dozens of tanks to his fire every day. His boy was even awarded another gold cross. And finally, he was awarded the long-deserved rank of major.
  Previously, they didn't award him the medal because he looked like a child. But the boy demonstrated outstanding heroism. And fighting ability, too.
  On June 22, 1955, Russian troops in Africa finally captured Italian Somalia. And on June 25, 1955, the remnants of Italian troops in Ethiopia surrendered.
  The Tsarist Army was confidently winning. Meinstein, considered the Third Reich's finest commander, wrote in his diary:
  - We've awakened the hellish bear! Now they're tearing us apart!
  By the end of June, the Germans had suffered such heavy losses that they were forced to halt their offensive in Europe.
  Tsar Vladimir ordered increased pressure in Africa. First the Dark Continent, then everything else, the distinguished monarch announced! On July 1, 1955, the Germans attempted an offensive in Scandinavia. They rushed toward Stockholm, but encountered very strong defenses. They suffered colossal losses.
  At the beginning of July 1955, Russian troops entered German Algeria.
  Libya was already under the control of Tsarist Russia. The offensive and the encirclement of Niger were underway.
  Elizaveta's tank crew is fighting the Nazis. It's incredibly hot, and the girls have even taken off their bras and are now wearing only panties in the Kondratenko-6 tank. They're firing accurately at the Nazis.
  And they want great feats.
  Tsarist Russia is still an autocratic country. And it still has no parliament. And the revolution didn't happen, and the Duma wasn't established. The tsars themselves don't want to limit their power. And the Führer and the Duce are dictators. So, there's a war going on between two systems, each with an authoritarian regime.
  But for Tsarist Russia, this is more natural. And a stubborn, unrelenting battle ensues.
  Elizabeth presses the joystick button with her bare toes and launches a projectile. She hums to herself:
  - Let's blow the fascists to smithereens!
  Ekaterina also pressed the joystick button with her bare toes and released the lethal shot, purring:
  - Let's overthrow Hitler!
  And Elena also hits, knocks out the fascists and squeals:
  - We'll tear you to pieces!
  And then he bares his teeth! And presses the joystick buttons with his bare feet.
  And then the Olympics will turn you inside out, like a lupain. It will crush everyone and gurgle:
  - Hellish passage and crew!
  Don't forget to press the joystick buttons with your bare toes and hit the enemy.
  The warriors are indeed very brave and sparkling in character.
  Meanwhile, Oleg Rybachenko repelled another attack by the Fritzes and sang:
  - For the Motherland and Tsar Vladimir - hurray!
  Yes, in real history, there was such a self-proclaimed Emperor of Russia, Vladimir III, head of the House of Romanov. And he actually began to formally rule in 1938. And here we have Vladimir - a real tsar, and a great one at that! Vladimir Kirillovich Romanov - a tsar with every chance of becoming Emperor of the Whole Earth!
  After his victory, or rather, his repulse of an attack, Oleg Rybachenko played cards with his subordinates. A boy in shorts, fair-haired, very muscular, and ripped, was playing with the gray-haired fighters. Surprisingly, Oleg was older than them all. But this boy was cutting himself.
  Remembering Port Arthur, the heroic defense that brought Russia glory. Great glory, indeed...
  The immortal boy remarked:
  - That's how we'll solve all our problems! Soon there will be a time when people will never kill each other again!
  The soldiers and officers agreed:
  - Of course, Major! They won't kill!
  Oleg glanced at the ribbon with his numerous medals. Few generals have so many orders already. And it would be nice to get a title too. Prince, count, duke!
  Duke Rybachenko - sounds beautiful!
  And the boy jumped higher and spun around in the spinner.
  The Germans tried to attack, but were again repulsed and suffered colossal, irreparable damage.
  In July, the Russian army achieved new, major successes in Africa. While the brunt of the Tsarist army's advance was concentrated there, Algeria was home to a wealth of the best Russian weapons. By the end of the month, the Germans were encircled and annihilated in the cauldron.
  In August, Russian troops broke through to Morocco. They fought desperately, the girls on a Kondratenko-6 tank, pushing through the thick of things.
  Every now and then there were reports of Germans surrendering and cities being taken.
  Fighting continued in Nigeria and elsewhere. The Russians prevailed through sheer numbers, more mobile equipment, and the support of the local population, which had been turned against them by the racist fascists.
  Africa indeed turned out to be a weak link in the strategy of Hitler and Mussolini Jr.
  Russia was winning there... And in September, having slowly gathered forces, they moved into Norway. The Nazis suffered colossal losses. And Alenka and her crew were riding on the tank. The newest "Nikolai-5" heavy tank proved to be more advanced than the E series.
  Even such a powerful tank as the E-200 was penetrated by the gun of the Tsar's machine.
  Alenka, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes, rubbed her hands contentedly:
  - I am what can break the Wehrmacht!
  Anyuta also pressed the button with her bare toes, checked the German car and confirmed:
  - We will grind the Wehrmacht into dust! For the power of tsarism!
  Cool Augustine fired and beeped:
  - And we will live under communism!
  Maria readily agreed with this:
  - Yes, under tsarist communism!
  And with her bare toes she pressed the joystick buttons. And with that, she smashed and crushed her opponent.
  And here Marusya will squeak:
  - At full temperature!
  And he also presses the joystick button with his bare toes.
  Russian troops have already surrounded Oslo. Fighting continues for every bush and house.
  In the center, the Tsarist army is once again repelling the German offensive. Oleg Rybachenko, as always, is at the forefront, fighting confidently. The Russian artillery is working like clockwork.
  Everything is accurate and correct...
  In October, Russian troops finally cut off Africa's overland supply lines by liberating Morocco. The Nazis found themselves trapped.
  Even on the Dark Continent. Hitler was shaking with rage, but he couldn't eat anything.
  He'd finally made his way to Rus'... Winter was approaching. Oleg Rybachenko, despite the wet snow falling, was still running around barefoot and in shorts. What a boy! And quite the fearless lad.
  And throws grenades with his bare toes.
  And sings:
  - Let them run awkwardly,
  Armored vehicles through puddles...
  And there is a machine gun on the roof -
  Cheburashka the gunner,
  Machine gun crocodile!
  Shakoklyak is going on the attack!
  The boy-terminator tossed a grenade with his bare toes, tearing apart the fascists and sang:
  - And I play with dynamite,
  In plain sight of passers-by!
  How the Fritz bats will strike!
  Everyone is lying down, and yet I"m walking!
  And the boy really is so funny! And he's been in the army for over fifty years. And he's a real devil! Even with his blond hair!
  Oleg Rybachenko throws a grenade with his bare foot again and roars:
  - Glory to the Tsar and Nicholas and Vladimir the Third!
  And I thought, "Let no one confuse Vladimir Kirillovich Romanov with Vladimir Putin!" The Romanovs were great tsars-an amazing line! The ones who made Russia the greatest empire!
  And not as spoiled by luck as Putin!
  But now Russian troops are repelling another attack.
  November is coming. The Nazis are running out of steam. But they are throwing new reserves into the battle. They are already being finished off in Africa. Things are tough for the fascists.
  So they take out their anger on the prisoners. Then they came across the beautiful Nicoletta. They stripped her down to her underwear and led her through the fresh November snow.
  A girl, her hands bound, almost naked, walks through the snowdrifts, leaving graceful barefoot footprints. She's so beautiful. And the Germans follow her, lashing her with whips. And they beat the beauty, beat her. Blood drips from her lacerated back.
  Nicoletta just gritted her teeth harder. She held her head up proudly, her copper-red hair fluttering like a proletarian banner.
  And her bare feet also turned scarlet, but the girl doesn"t even bat an eyelid.
  This is what phenomenal courage she has.
  Although the fascists had already taken it and stuck a torch into her bare chest. But even then, the girl only flinched, but didn't scream.
  This is how great her faith is...
  The girl is hoisted onto the rack, her joints dislocated. Then a fire is lit under her bare feet. It licks the beauty's bare feet. And with red-hot chains, the beauty's naked body is whipped.
  Nicoletta sang in response;
  I am Chernobog, the daughter of the evil God,
  I create chaos and sow destruction...
  My greatness cannot be overcome,
  Only furious vengeance burns in my soul!
  
  As a child, the girl wanted goodness,
  I wrote poetry and fed cats...
  Began before the very morning,
  The wings of cherubs fluttered above her!
  
  But now I know what evil is,
  What in this world makes one unhappy...
  And what do you say is good?
  I fell passionately in love with destruction!
  
  And she showed her girlish ardor,
  That she became God's sparkling daughter...
  We will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  We will show strength, very powerfully!
  
  Father Great this Chernobog,
  He brings chaos and war into the universe...
  You pray to Svarog to help,
  In fact, you get your reward!
  
  Well, I said, God save us,
  Let anger boil in your heart...
  I believe we will build happiness on blood,
  Let your womb be filled to the brim!
  
  I love cunning, meanness and deception,
  How to fool Stalin the tyrant...
  It won't be possible to expose it to shame,
  And how much fog there is in that world!
  
  So she suggested making a strong move,
  Destroy the evil ones with one blow...
  But I fell in love with the very black God,
  In all matters, both these and the afterlife!
  
  How I found myself accustomed to evil,
  And in the heart there was fury, madly nourished...
  The desire for joy and goodness has disappeared,
  Only anger penetrated from the pedestal!
  
  And what about Stalin? He"s also evil,
  As for Hitler, there's no point in talking about him here...
  Genghis Khan was such a cool bandit,
  And how many souls he managed to cripple!
  
  So I say, why keep good,
  If there is not the slightest self-interest in it...
  When you are a woodpecker, your mind is a chisel,
  And when I'm stupid, my thoughts disappear!
  
  This is what I say to myself and to others,
  Serve the force like black ink...
  Then we will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  Waves will scatter across the universe!
  
  We will make evil so strong,
  It will give immortality to rage,
  Those who are weak in spirit have already been blown away,
  And we are the strongest of all people, believe in this!
  
  In short, we will become stronger than everyone everywhere,
  Let us raise the sword of blood over the universe...
  And our rage will be with her too,
  Let us receive a calling full of destiny!
  
  In short, I am faithful to Chernobog,
  I serve this dark force with all my heart...
  My soul is like the wings of an eagle,
  Those who are with the Black God are invincible!
  The war between Russia and the Axis powers continued. By December, Russian troops had finally finished off the Italians, forcing them to surrender in Africa, and had nearly finished off the Germans there. Norway was also cleared of the Nazis.
  Now the Tsarist army launched an offensive on December 25. Fierce fighting ensued. In winter, Russian tanks were clearly stronger, and they pierced the enemy's defenses.
  Oleg Rybachenko, this eternal boy, ran barefoot and in shorts through the snow, singing:
  - This is our last and decisive battle! We will die for the Fatherland - soldiers follow me!
  Russian tanks are very fast, thanks to their gas turbine engines. And the Nazis won't be able to stop them so easily.
  There's the Nikolai-5 racing ahead. On it are five girls singing cheerfully:
  - No one will stop us, the Russians cannot defeat the world!
  And the gun goes off! It's absolutely fantastic! The girls, despite the freezing temperatures, are in bikinis and barefoot. They keep firing and don't even think about stopping.
  There is simply a wild, frenzied power in them.
  Alyonushka loves not only shooting, although she pressed the joystick button with her bare toes and hit the German, but also writing stories.
  For example, she wrote about how a girl went to the ends of the earth to rescue a kitten. She walked barefoot for thirty-three days along a rocky road, her tender feet bleeding.
  And yet, she managed to find the animal. For this, the fairy granted her wish, and the girl married the prince.
  Alyonushka, however, wondered why she, an officer in the Russian army, needed a husband. It was better to have a bunch of lovers. More money and more pleasure. After all, men are so different. And naturally, you experience pleasure with them in different ways. And what about a husband? You'll quickly get bored and tired of him!
  But for young men who are just beginning to discover the adult world, it is much more interesting.
  And Alenka shoots again, hitting the German E-100.
  And she moves her very beautiful legs, like those of an ancient Greek goddess.
  And then Anyuta starts shooting. Also with her bare toes. And she destroys the German cannon.
  After which the girl says:
  - There are many smart people in Russia, but Tsar Vladimir is the best of the tsars!
  Augustine noted:
  - And Nicholas II wasn't bad either! Ah, how we never knew how to appreciate tsars!
  Maria sang, shooting at the fascists with her bare toes and grinning:
  "We must obey the Russians, with a pure heart and wisdom! And for the glory of Nicholas, he is the great king of kings!"
  And Marusya sang something... And also played with her bare feet...
  Russian troops are advancing. Oleg Rybachenko is also fighting. He's still a ten-year-old boy. Such is the price of immortality. Yes, but how good and energized he feels! He has so much energy, a seething current of strength.
  The boy throws a grenade with his bare foot and squeaks:
  - I am a tiger, not a cat, what lives inside me now is not Leopold, but a Leopard!
  The boy major is, as always, on a sparkling strike. The fascists won't be able to stop him.
  On January 1st, Russian troops had already completely cleared their territory of German and Italian troops and entered into the possession of the Third Reich.
  At the same time, Russian troops entered Mexico. The New Year of 1956 dawned.
  For the Russians, it began with new victories. On January 7, the remnants of German troops in Africa surrendered. And the entire Dark Continent became Russian.
  Now even the frenzied Fuhrer realized he was in deep trouble. He offered to negotiate with Russia.
  To which Tsar Vladimir replied:
  - We will only talk about the unconditional surrender of the Third Reich and Italy!
  What wise words! And the war continues. Oleg Rybachenko, of course, is at the forefront of the attack. Russian troops have entered East Prussia. The defensive lines here are strong. Breaking through requires fighting, and there's no quick progress.
  One of the breakthrough weapons was the self-propelled gun with the "Alexander"-4 mortar. It was a very powerful and lethal weapon.
  And beautiful girls are also here, having fun. They launch shells with their bare toes, pressing the joystick buttons. And they destroy enemy bunkers and pillboxes.
  The girls run boldly through the snow-that's what Russian women are for. And they throw the Indians and Chinese into the fray. They're literally blocking the approaches to the trenches with their corpses. But they still manage to take it.
  The Russian army is making a breakthrough.
  However, strategist Vasilevsky shifted the main attack to Italy, which was much weaker. And so the Russian soldiers achieved one victory after another.
  January proved to be quite successful. Russian troops defeated the Italians and straddled the Alps. In February, they occupied Venice and entered Lorbandinia. They also captured Poznan. The Germans retreated. On March 2, Klaipėda fell. Russian troops advanced slowly through East Prussia, the defenses too dense. They had to literally burn their way through with shells.
  But in Italy, the pasta front collapsed. And Russian troops rushed toward Rome. On March 30, 1956, the assault on the Italian capital began. Thus the people paid for the Mussolini family's ambitions.
  The Italian capital, Rome, is under assault. The fighting is fierce, although the Italians are increasingly surrendering. Here, the girls are fighting, beautiful women in bikinis and barefoot. The warriors throw grenades with their feet and knock out Mussolini's soldiers.
  The girls here are beautiful, and of course, very sexy. And they have the muscles of titans. And the way they throw grenades with their bare feet is simply amazing.
  Natasha walks forward and shoots, growling:
  - For the beautiful Fatherland, my radiant fire burns in my heart!
  Zoya, firing, sings along:
  Let's open the door to accomplishments! Our faith and the king are monolithic!
  And then Aurora, like a red-haired bitch, drops her discs on bare toes. And the dismembered Italians fall.
  And then Svetlana sings aggressively, baring her teeth:
  - We'll crush them all! We'll crush them all!
  They throw discs with bare feet and crush the fascists. That's how Mussolini ended up, in the middle of a girls' fight. The April 1956 assault was brutal, and quite figurative.
  And then the tanks come driving by, hellish columns of fire erupting from their barrels.
  The girls advance and throw grenades with their bare feet. And spit something bloody and lethal.
  And they will laugh...
  Natasha sang cheerfully:
  - Tsar Vladimir, punch Hitler in the face!
  And she'll wink with her sapphire eyes. Such a wonderful girl.
  The girls rush with wild fury. They fire their machine guns. They mow down the enemy, scatter the fascists. And then there's Olympiada running. And in her mighty hands, a powerful woman holds a flamethrower. And she goes and hits, and how she hits.
  The fascists are sending splinters flying in all directions. And the warriors are laughing out loud.
  After which he will sing:
  - Mussolini will be beaten! Our friendship is monolithic!
  And again she winks with her sapphire eyes! And hits the fascists.
  What did they want? Rome was once taken by the Slavs under the leadership of Attila. And now it's the Russians who are taking it.
  Olympiada, roasting her opponents alive with a ray gun, sang:
  - Bright sun of hope,
  Once again, the sky rises over the country.
  Rus' wins as before -
  Beats Wehrmacht soldiers!
  
  Russian eagle over the planet,
  Spreading its wings, it will take off...
  The enemy will be called to account -
  Will be defeated - broken!
  After the fall of Rome, Italian troops began surrendering en masse. Mussolini's empire, the Third Reich's junior military partner, was dying.
  Russian troops took Naples with virtually no resistance and landed in Sicily. There, too, they encountered virtually no resistance. And Hitler was hysterical.
  By the end of May, Italy was finished. Hundreds of thousands of prisoners were being taken.
  Russian girls would force them to kneel and force them to kiss their bare feet. They would obediently kiss. Some, especially the young men, did it enthusiastically.
  The girls purred contentedly.
  The eternal boy Oleg Rybachenko forced his captives to kiss his bare, childish feet.
  They did it quite willingly. The boy was very handsome, muscular, and fair-haired. True, he was still too young, and he didn't want to do anything more serious with the ladies. But when a tongue tickles his rough heels-it feels good!
  Oleg Rybachenko captured the general and received another medal, something he was quite proud of.
  Mussolini Jr. was betrayed by his own entourage, and Tsarist Russia achieved another victory. Benedito Mussolini Sr., however, did not live to see his disgrace and the collapse of fascism in Italy. Incidentally, the fascists in Germany faced the same fate. Russian troops launched an offensive in early June 1956, targeting Austria as their primary target.
  Elizaveta and her crew on the Nikolai-5 were moving against the Germans. Russian troops were attempting to encircle Vienna.
  The Führer, of course, found himself in a difficult situation. German possessions in Africa, Scandinavia, and most of the United States were lost. And now the fighting was confined to the territory of the Third Reich. This, of course, was even more unfortunate for the Germans. Russian troops had also entered Mexico. Lady Grey de Monca commanded a tank crew in that country.
  And Elizabeth pilots the Nikolai-5 around Vienna. Her main adversary is the E-50, which the Tsar's machine rips through like blotting paper.
  Elizabeth fired using her bare toes and pressing the joystick buttons.
  She hit a German tank and chirped:
  - We will give our hearts for Saint Nicholas's Rus'!
  Ekaterina also fired with her bare toes and corrected her partner:
  - It"s probably more correct to say Vladimir!
  Elizabeth fired again with her bare toes and chirped:
  - But still, it was Emperor Nicholas, who gave us the population of China, who made Russia invincible!
  Indeed, the infantry sent to assault the German positions was entirely Chinese. They literally showered us with corpses. But they broke through.
  Russians usually fought in aircraft and tanks. The infantry consisted of Chinese, Indians, and Asians. There were a lot of Chinese. Furthermore, the bright mind of Nicholas II, while reforming Orthodoxy, introduced polygamy, and excess Chinese men were sent into battle. And the Russians married widows and unmarried Chinese women.
  A cunning strategy.
  And the Chinese rush to attack, die, and break through the German defenses.
  Elena uses her bare toes to press the joystick buttons and hits the Fritzes again.
  And he begins to sing:
  - For Holy Rus', we will fight bravely!
  Then the girl suddenly winks and bares her white teeth! She's so aggressive.
  And then Olympiad snaps back. And she too will slap me with her bare toes and crush me.
  After which he will yell:
  - I am a deadly cobra!
  It's worth noting that the E-50 tank can also be dangerous. Its 88-millimeter cannon with a 100-liter barrel has a rapid-fire rate of twelve rounds per minute and is very accurate. It frequently penetrates armor and can cause damage.
  That's why the girls try to keep the main German tank at bay. Especially at close range, where its penetration increases dramatically. And the Germans' shell cores are either uranium or tungsten. However, after the loss of Africa and the uranium deposits in the Congo, the German forces' strength began to wane.
  And the girls are so beautiful and barefoot and cool.
  Here they sing to themselves with enthusiasm:
  - Shines like a star over the whole world,
  Through the mist of impenetrable darkness...
  The great hero Tsar Vladimir,
  Knows neither pain nor fear!
  
  Your enemies retreat before you,
  The crowd of people rejoices...
  Russia accepts you -
  A mighty hand rules!
  They're fighting girls, nothing to say about them. And their feet are so bare and shapely. When the German prisoners kiss them, it's clear both the girls and the men enjoy it. And the warriors squeal contentedly.
  And they bare their pearly teeth.
  Such cool girls. And with her bare toes, Elizaveta is egging on another fascist.
  After which he yells:
  - Glory to the great Fatherland!
  And so Catherine will fire. She'll ram the enemy tank, wipe out the Fritzes, and squeal:
  - Death to the enemies!
  And then Elena starts hitting him too, using her bare toes to press the joystick buttons. And she chirps:
  - For the Motherland in greatness!
  And then the outstanding Olympic champion - also a blonde - will launch the projectile. And how she chirps:
  - For a great Russia!
  And the girls are full of total enthusiasm.
  Here comes the E-75 tank. Its gun is more powerful: 128 mm, and it can inflict greater damage. Furthermore, this tank has better protection and thicker armor.
  But Elizabeth fires. And unleashes something lethal, penetrating even from a distance. And all that's left of the German are pieces of torn metal.
  And the girl will sing:
  - Holy beauty and a big dream!
  After which he will show his tongue.
  German E-75 tanks have recently become more common. They now have a longer-barreled gun, which allows them to combat Russian tanks, especially the lighter ones. This makes the Fritzes more dangerous.
  But Soviet girls aren't bothered by this. And they crush the Fritzes.
  And the warriors themselves, especially in the heat, are wearing bikinis and barefoot. And they fight with great confidence.
  They win every single one.
  Catherine shot at the fascists and sang:
  - But to be honest! I crush every single Fritz!
  Elena also fired with her bare toes and chirped:
  - We will defeat everyone, of course!
  The Olympics also mercilessly pummeled the Nazis. Such an invincible bitch she is.
  And also with the help of bare toes.
  Natasha and her team are fighting in a Kondratenko-6 tank. This vehicle is slightly lighter, but more maneuverable than the Nikolai. Of course, with its lighter weight, the caliber is smaller and the armor is slightly thinner. This means the risk of death is much higher.
  But the girls, it must be said, are not at all embarrassed. And they fight like giants of war.
  Natasha sings, actively shooting:
  - Our victory will be!
  And he presses the joystick buttons with his bare toes.
  Zoya also shoots, using her bare feet, and squeals:
  - Tsar Vladimir, forward!
  And all the girls barked in chorus:
  - Glory to the fallen heroes!
  After which the Aurora fired, turned over the German tank and said:
  - No one can stop us! No one can defeat us!
  And she also shook her bare feet.
  And then Svetlana gave it a go, using her bare toes, and growled at the top of her lungs:
  - The Russians are fighting fiercely!
  And all the girls exclaimed in chorus:
  - A soldier's fist is strong!
  And again the beauties rush into battle. They shoot accurately and precisely!
  But Jane's crews amaze the Mexicans. She's also a very smart and beautiful lady.
  And the girls in her crew-barefoot and in bikinis-fight with a wild and calm fury.
  Then Gertrude fired, using her bare toes, and chirped:
  - I'm a girl who will destroy everyone in a split second!
  And then Malanya fires. And destroys the Latin American tank from a distance.
  And then Matilda will kick in with her bare toes.
  And he will laugh:
  - I am a totally awesome girl!
  And warriors of the highest and fiercest order. They feel neither weakness nor anger within themselves.
  They'll hit you the way they want.
  And Alenka also fights very confidently.
  By the end of June, Vienna was surrounded. A crushing blow had been dealt to Germany and its prestige. At the same time, Russian troops were advancing toward the Oder, throwing Chinese, Indians, and Arabs into the fray. And breaking through the Fritz defenses.
  Hitler, of course, was already in a panic. How the girls had pressed him in with tanks and planes.
  Here are Albina and Alvina, two Russian pilots. Also barefoot and in bikinis, they knock down fascists like pears from a branch with a stick. And together they literally perform miracles.
  Albina shot down five planes with one burst from her Peter the Great fighter and sang:
  - We are the she-bears of the sky!
  Alvina shot down six planes with one burst from her combat eagle and chirped:
  - And we'll crush everyone!
  In the sky, this couple was already legendary!
  The women were awarded seven degrees of the St. George Cross: a silver cross, a silver cross with a bow, a gold cross, and a gold cross with a bow. There are also a gold cross with diamonds, and a gold cross with diamonds and a bow. The highest degree is the star of the gold cross with a diamond bow. A higher award-a large star of the gold cross with diamonds and a bow-was instituted only recently.
  So the girls could rightfully be proud of their achievements. And even in freezing temperatures, they always fought only in bikinis and barefoot.
  Such wonderful girls.
  Albina fired and sang:
  - For our best victories!
  Alvina continued:
  - Let our grandchildren and grandfathers be proud of us!
  The warriors are truly girls of colossal class!
  They beat the fascists in the sky and sing:
  - Glory to Russia, glory! Our Tsar Vladimir, the hero! The power will rise to prominence! Bury Hitler in the ground!
  Of course, Vladimir Kirillovich Romanov can be very pleased with his warriors.
  If they do fight, it's in such a way that you can't raise a spear against them!
  Vladimir Kirillovich Romanov is the tsar who has every chance of ending wars once and for all!
  And the fascists are shaking under the blows of the tsarist army...
  Encircled Vienna quickly fell. By mid-July, the Tsarist Empire's troops had reached the Oder on a broad front. Königsberg, meanwhile, found itself completely blockaded.
  The Germans retreated beyond the Oder. They attempted to establish a defensive line there. A thorough defense. But in the second half of July, Russian troops launched an offensive on Hamburg... The Nazis slowly but surely gave in.
  The fighting was fierce. Some villages changed hands several times. New German tanks of the more advanced AG series-the pyramidal ones-also took part in the battles. They were distinguished by good protection from all angles. But the Tsarist army was superior in numbers.
  And a large number of Asian infantrymen died at the front. But they kept the army moving.
  The Germans' manpower resources were also dwindling. By the end of August, Hamburg was surrounded, and Munich was also blockaded.
  The Germans had lost significant territory and had no means of holding their positions.
  Oleg Rybachenko fought in the front lines on German soil. And the eternal boy always smiled and bared his pearly teeth.
  And there he was throwing grenades with his bare, childish feet. It's nice to be a kid-like being in shorts in the heat. And since you're immortal, you can be half-naked in winter too, without risking catching a cold.
  So the boy sang:
  - Barefoot, just barefoot,
  To the July thunder and the sound of the surf!
  Barefoot, just barefoot,
  It's easy for a boy to be a cool cowboy!
  And the child major continues to crush these fascists. And they desperately counterattack.
  It's already September... The rains are starting to fall... The Tsarist troops, heaped with Chinese corpses, have taken Munich and Hamburg and are advancing toward the Ruhr region, Germany's most important industrial region.
  And the Germans are desperately fighting back.
  Natasha fights in her tank and roars:
  - The fascists will have a very hard time!
  And with his bare toes he presses the joystick buttons. And fires shells at the Nazis.
  And then Zoya gives me another slap. And also with her bare toes.
  And he will even sing:
  - Rus' is what is against Hitler!
  And then here's Aurora, making an aggressive move. And also using her bare toes:
  - For the Russian way!
  And Svetlana, too, will follow suit, firing a lethal shell. It will pierce the German tank and squeal:
  - For Tsar Vladimir Kirillovich!
  And he will also show his tongue.
  The girls here really got going.
  Alenka, in a heavy tank, also crushes the fascists. And defeats them from a distance.
  The warrior began to sing:
  - I have conquered half the world with my breasts!
  And Alenka's breasts with scarlet nipples.
  And then Anyuta will slam her bare toes into the fascist tank and yelp:
  - I'm a superstar girl! In the history books!
  And bares his teeth...
  And then Augustine will unleash a deadly projectile. It will crush the Nazis and hiss:
  - May our army be the strongest of all!
  And he will also move his legs...
  And Maria will follow them and hit the fascists. She'll spin around, aggressively yapping:
  - We are very aggressive girls!
  And then Marusya will unleash her own, utterly murderous and destructive weapon on the Nazis. And with the help of her bare, girlish feet.
  And then he will sing:
  - We will completely defeat our enemies!
  September was marked by fierce fighting. The Germans launched a desperate counterattack. But in October, when the rains intensified, the Tsarist army regained the advantage and began advancing toward the Ruhr. After a fierce assault, Königsberg fell. The Nazis suffered another blow.
  And in the south of France, the Tsar's troops surrounded Toulon. So the Nazis were in an exceptionally bad situation.
  Hitler was furious, but while he was in Berlin, his position was weak.
  Naturally, no one wanted to even consider negotiations. But the fascists were stuck in like flies.
  In November, the Tsarist army's troops fought their way into the Ruhr region, effectively depriving Germany of its main industrial base.
  In December, the Tsar's army occupied the entire south of France and entered Spain. And on the German front, it finally captured the Ruhr. Moreover, other German lands were captured. The Tsar's army even landed in Denmark.
  Hitler was raging like a devil in a cage, but he could do nothing.
  On Catholic Christmas, the Tsar's troops marched toward Paris. Despite the snow and frost, Natasha's crew was barefoot and in bikinis.
  The Germans were surrendering more and more often. And the French had no desire to fight the Russians at all.
  While destroying the German battery, Natasha noticed:
  - So, really, what was the possessed Adolf counting on when he started a war with us?
  Golden-haired Zoya logically noted:
  - Probably because, when we come under pressure, we will start to pour out like coins from a holey pocket!
  Aurora crushed a walnut with her bare toes. Then she popped it into her mouth and noted rationally:
  - History teaches that it teaches nothing!
  Svetlana pressed the joystick button with her bare toes. She knocked out another German cannon and replied:
  - Let's be great fighters!
  The warriors, as you can see, are truly determined to fight and win.
  Oleg Rybachenko, a barefoot boy, rushes along in shorts, his bare, muscular torso bare. He even sways and roars:
  - We'll beat the Fritzes! We'll beat the Fritzes! And we'll beat the idle ones!
  And the boy has such white, pearly teeth! He's just a young and unyielding Terminator.
  Oleg Rybachenko shoots on the run. He kills the fascists and begins singing:
  - The Russian spirit is the strength of the tsars, defeat the Fritzes!
  The boy threw a grenade with his bare foot and sang:
  - Russian waltz, the dawn rises - in the glory of the Tsar!
  He really turned out to be a real fighter. And he's been giving the Nazis a run for their money.
  And the girls fight hard. Here's Mirabella... She's also a top-notch pilot. No one can stop her. She shoots down the Nazis and sings, baring her teeth:
  - Crazy girl! This is her mark!
  And he will go and launch a rocket!
  That's just the way women are! When Russian girls fight, no one can stand against them.
  Mirabella shot down seven German planes with one burst from five aircraft cannons and chirped:
  - Tsar Vladimir Kirillovich is our God!
  And the girl slapped her bare feet on the glass.
  And also in the sky, Albina and Alvina fight.
  They're such wonderful thieves. They just keep racking up more and more bills. And they sing along:
  - In the sky, we are perfection! We are aces! From a smile to a gesture - beyond all praise!
  Albina shot down four German planes with one burst and chirped:
  - Ah, what bliss! What perfection in battle!
  Alvina cut down five German planes and continued:
  - Knowing perfection in battle! And the ideal is cool!
  The warriors sang in chorus, cutting down the fascists:
  - Girls! Tougher girls! Girls! Tougher girls!
  They demonstrated their aggressive fervor. They didn't really put pressure on any of Hitler's aces.
  But the fascists, of course, are under wild pressure.
  Hitler's in a Berlin bunker, being bombed like a cockroach. What did he expect? Fascist number one has had enough! He's attacked Tsarist Russia, and now he's being crushed like a cockroach.
  Tsar Vladimir Kirillovich is currently taking a break from winter on the shores of the Indian Ocean. Beautiful girls of various races and nationalities are dancing before him.
  However, the king is not averse to watching gladiator fights. Here, for example, are two girls versus two beauties.
  They fight with plastic swords to avoid injuring each other. However, they fight fiercely.
  These are the warriors. A fierce exchange of blows ensues. Two blondes and two redheads...
  Tsar Vladimir asked Field Marshal Vasilevsky:
  - What is the most difficult thing about the war with the Germans?
  The Field Marshal answered honestly:
  "Gain confidence! Only at the very beginning, when the enemy began to advance, did I feel uneasy. But now we've started winning, and everything is clear with the enemy!" Field Marshal Vasilevich, that master strategist, drank some wine.
  Vladimir Kirillovich logically noted:
  "It's extremely difficult to win all the time! But we've proven ourselves capable of so much! And now, there will be a time when the whole world will be peaceful!"
  Field Marshal Vasilevsky confirmed:
  - I believe it!
  The girls had bruises on their naked bodies and looked extremely nervous.
  They fought, of course, not like in the days of Ancient Rome-they tried not to cause themselves too much harm. But they were proactive.
  Meanwhile, the fighting continued. In January, the Tsar's troops captured Paris on the move. The Danish capital, Copenhagen, was also taken. The German forces were weakening. The Russians continued to advance across Germany itself. The Fritz fought desperately, but their strength was broken.
  Oleg Rybachenko, that immortal boy, leaped barefoot through the snow and rushed into battle ahead of everyone, completely unafraid of fire. And all the while whistling:
  - Who is used to fighting for victory,
  He will certainly defeat his enemies...
  He laughs merrily and will achieve a lot,
  And Hitler will be beaten hard!
  And with his bare foot, the boy hurls a grenade! And bares his pearly teeth, large beyond his years. He already has a mouth like a wolf's. He'll tear out any throat.
  And the girls on tanks are moving from the south to the north of Germany. They're about to reach the sea. And the Fritzes will only have the lands around Berlin and Pomerania left.
  Natasha, while knocking out the fascist tanks, noted:
  - War is fun in its own way!
  Zoya, having hit the Nazis, agreed:
  - It doesn't get any better than this! Especially when we win!
  Aurora, firing with her bare toes, said:
  - Everything impossible is possible in the universe, you just need a little...
  And the red-haired girl laughed!
  The warriors twitch in frenzied joy and rage. And they crush the Germans.
  At the same time, the tsar's troops are advancing across Spain and are already approaching Seville.
  Olga, in an armored personnel carrier, fires at the Germans and police troops.
  The local Spaniards offer little resistance. Another country falls, under Russia's axe.
  Oleg fired and sang:
  - Top-notch performance, it will be a smash hit!
  And her partner Alice chirped:
  - The greatness of the Russians was recognized by the planet,
  Fascism was crushed with a blow of the sword...
  We are loved and appreciated by all nations of the world,
  Let us build the great sacred tsarism!
  And the girls slap and press their bare toes on the joystick.
  The war between the tsarist empire of Vladimir Kirillovich Romanov and Nazi Germany continues.
  Russian troops had almost completely liberated France from the Nazi hordes. February 1957... The Tsarist army liberates Portugal.
  On February 23, Russian units from Denmark and Germany itself united.
  Oleg Rybachenko, this eternal boy, splashes through the mud with his bare feet. The child major screams at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to the Russian Tsar Vladimir III! I will cut down Hitler, I will measure him with a whip!
  And the boy screams again, and with his bare toes he throws a sharply sharpened disk. And he hits the fascist in the throat. And then with his bare, childish foot he throws a boomerang and slits the throats of five Fritzes at once.
  Yes, it was a bad idea for Hitler to attack such an empire.
  Natasha and her team are finishing off the last Germans in Portugal. Their tank is relentless in its destruction.
  And they also press the joystick buttons with their bare toes, causing furious destruction.
  Zoya fired, smashed the German cannon and sang:
  - For Russia and freedom until the end!
  Aurora, using her bare toes, hit the Nazi and chirped with aplomb:
  - God save the king!
  Svetlana also hit the joystick buttons with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - Strong sovereign!
  The girls are defeating the Nazis. But then Hitler's new Maus-4 tank appeared. It's a very powerful model-weighing three hundred tons and armed with a 310-millimeter gun. It can penetrate at long range, and its armor is so thick that the Kondratenko-6 tank won't be able to take it out from any angle.
  Natasha commands:
  - Girls, we need to get close and hit the lower part of the side, between the rollers - this is our only chance!
  Zoya hit the German cannon with her bare toes and sang:
  - Fate is giving you one last chance, so hurry up and get going! In rain, hail, and snow!
  Augustina also hit and chirped:
  - Fate gives you your last chance! Long live walking and daily running!
  And with bare toes, too, how it will spin. And it will destroy the fascists.
  Svetlana roared:
  - For new frontiers and dashing victories!
  The Russian tank jerked forward, picking up speed. And the girls suddenly burst into song:
  - Strong sovereign, the most glorious in the age, Orthodox Tsar, reign for glory, for our glory!
  And they sped up again, escaping the hefty projectile fired from the gun of the German Maus-4. The girls squealed:
  - We won't bend like a ram's horn! I hope you, Hitler, die!
  And their tank keeps accelerating. Like a small boxer attacking a big one. But the odds are, of course, fifty-fifty.
  Natasha, watching the tank's movements, remembered boxing with a man in the ring. She'd taken punches, and been hit, but she'd held her own. And then she'd confidently snap back. She'd caught her opponent's counterattack and hit him on the chin. Knocked him out!
  Got a thousand gold rubles. She's a feisty girl. If she gives it to you, she gives it to you!
  Natasha shook her bare leg and sang:
  This isn't the last battle, but it is a decisive one! For the glory of the Fatherland, for the Motherland and honor!
  And then their tank slips past the side and fires a shell... Zoya also used her bare toes, such a golden-haired girl, and nimble as a monkey. And the Maus-4 began to explode. Its shells had clearly detonated. And then the turrets were torn off, and it flew high into the air!
  The girls shout in unison:
  - Victory! Great victory!
  And another tank on their list!
  On March 1, 1957, Russian troops began crossing the Elbe. It seemed like they were stepping on Hitler's throat.
  A boy named Oleg Rybachenko threw a grenade with his bare, childish foot, sank a fascist tank and shouted:
  - For new, unbending frontiers!
  Alenka's tank crew turns east. West Germany and France have already been liberated. Only the lands between the Oder and Elbe remain under Nazi control. And then there's Britain and Ireland. The last of the Nazi forces are there.
  Alenka, firing at the fascist batteries, says:
  - Tsarevich Nikolai,
  If I have to reign...
  Never forget -
  The army fights bravely!
  And so, once again, another shell was sent out by bare feet. And it hit the Fritz's gun.
  Anyuta also shoots with her bare toes. She hits a fascist and roars at the top of her lungs:
  - I'm the kind of girl that makes Hitler vomit!
  Next, the fiery Augustine nails it. She's also a sharp-shooting devil, and roars:
  - To the gates of hell!
  And uses bare feet.
  Maria shoots after her. She also hits the target and squeals:
  - No one will stop me, the tigress, no one will defeat me, the barefoot girl, anywhere, and will be beaten!
  And then the Olympics strike. And knock out the German tank, ripping off its turret like a mushroom cap.
  And he clucks:
  - To new, steep frontiers!
  And he'll show his tongue again!
  The girls keep pushing forward and advancing desperately. And the fascists are drowning under their blows.
  On March 2, 1957, the last Nazi forces in Portugal capitulated. It became clear that the dawn of fascism was setting. Or rather, was it a dawn? A terrifying sunset!
  And Russian troops are advancing. The Germans are increasingly throwing down their arms and surrendering.
  They fall to their knees and kiss the bare feet of Russian and Chinese girls.
  It looks so cool and great. And the fascists just keep getting hacked and hacked.
  Natasha's crew is already on a train heading north to fight the Fritzes.
  The girls are sitting in a compartment, playing cards, holding them with their bare toes.
  Natasha noted:
  - I wonder, what happens next when we take Berlin?
  Zoya answered confidently:
  - Next up is London!
  Fiery Aurora giggled and asked again:
  - And then?
  Zoya stated decisively:
  - Latin America will be ours! We won't stand on ceremony with the Nazis!
  Svetlana agreed with this:
  - Of course not! We'll conquer the whole world!
  Natasha enthusiastically confirmed:
  - And then there will be peace throughout the world!
  The girls began to sing in chorus, making things up as they went;
  Glory to the Great Russia of Tsarism,
  Where Vladimir sits on the throne...
  We will crush the hordes of evil fascism-
  Glory to the army and our monolith!
  
  In great faith our hearts were tempered,
  Our dearest land with all our hearts...
  We are the sons of Tsar Nicholas,
  And they did not die for it in vain!
  
  Our homeland is more precious than anything,
  Let's raise a winged, heavenly salute...
  You are also fighting for the Fatherland,
  Well, let the fascists all die!
  
  Hitler wanted to get our lands,
  And the evil dog attempted to kill the king...
  But we are dashing, we do not accept that,
  So fascism attacked us in vain!
  
  The king is a kind and wise ruler,
  A mountain eagle soars above the planet...
  Vladimir will be the ruler of the Horde,
  Our friendship is like a steel monolith!
  
  We will knock the support out of the Fritzes" legs,
  let Hitler choke in a noose...
  We will subject to cruel executions, shame,
  Who acts as evil on Earth!
  
  Royal power and royal wisdom,
  The fascists will be crushed without measure...
  Hitler, believe me, did something really stupid,
  And now his life is like a thread!
  
  So respect the great kings,
  There are no people on Earth cooler than the Romanovs...
  In the battle, strike the hearts of the Nazis,
  To open the way to achievements, to dreams!
  
  
  Peter the Great raised us to the sea,
  Alexander conquered Paris...
  Yes, sometimes there was grief,
  But Russia was protected by a cherub!
  
  Everything is beautiful with us,
  Both girls and boys, believe me...
  The king rules, know that he rules justly.
  Even if an evil beast roars at the threshold!
  
  There is no limit, believe in perfection,
  Soon there will be communism of the tsars...
  Let us open the doors to bliss,
  The damned fascism is destroyed!
  
  For Russia, the line has not been set,
  Believe me, we will defeat the enemy...
  The girls are barefoot, as if in Sparta,
  Well, our Tsar Vladimir is alone!
  
  We believe in Rod - the Great God,
  What created the perfect Slavs...
  We fight for honor and freedom,
  We strike at Nazism!
  
  You Romanovs are the greatest family,
  Will rule Russia forever...
  Great Tsar, highest flight,
  Satan will not break the eagle!
  
  For love for great Russia,
  We send fighters into battle...
  We glorify the faces of the saints from the icons,
  After all, every warrior is also a king!
  
  Our heart burns for the Fatherland,
  We girls are tough in battle...
  We'll open the door to space, just know,
  And I'll kill Adolf like a bitch!
  
  It's just a little bit left to Berlin,
  We will enter, bearing the glory of kings...
  Old age does not threaten us girls,
  Believe me, we are inseparable!
  
  Let's bury those who are evil and vile,
  The dragon will be dashingly defeated...
  And we have golden icons,
  Rodnovery is the eternal law!
  
  
  
  
  Türkiye ENTERED WORLD WAR II
  On September 1, 1942, Turkey entered the war against the USSR. The reason was clear: a thirst for revenge for previous defeats and a desire to capture Baku. German diplomacy, promising the Ottomans mountains of gold, also played a role. In any case, the Turks decided there was no point in waiting any longer, that they weren't scavengers, and could still fight.
  As a result, thirty Turkish divisions struck Soviet Transcaucasia.
  Within a few days they took Batumi and were able to surround Yerevan.
  In response, Stalin was forced to withdraw part of the reserves that were being formed and transfer them to Transcaucasia.
  The Soviet command was forced to postpone the offensive at Stalingrad. The Germans, for their part, were able to achieve greater gains in the Caucasus, capturing Ordzhonikidze and Grozny. Only by retreating into the mountains were the Soviet troops able to stop the Nazis.
  At the same time, the British postponed Operation Torch, fearing that Turkey would be drawn into military action against Britain.
  By the end of December 1942, the Nazis finally captured Stalingrad and entrenched themselves there. Soviet troops advanced, but without success in the center-the Rzhev-Sychov Operation had proven too costly. Nevertheless, the Führer declared total war, as the Third Reich's resources were insufficient.
  In February, the Red Army built up its strength and attempted to attack the Germans from the flanks of Stalingrad. But the Nazis had already regrouped and were ready to repel the attacks.
  Operation Torch began in February. The Germans were also prepared, and after two weeks of fierce fighting, they stopped the British.
  The Americans have not yet landed in Casablanca or Tunis. Fighting in Africa has ceased again.
  Hitler was gathering his strength... In March, the Red Army carried out the Rzhev-Sychovsk operation for the third time; the fighting lasted a whole month, without any particular success.
  In June, the Nazis gathered their strength and moved along the Volga, seeking to cut off Soviet forces in the Caucasus and reach the Caspian Sea.
  New German tanks took part in the battles: Tiger, Panther, and Lion.
  And also the Ferdinand self-propelled gun.
  The Germans were stronger than in real history, undefeated, and with fresh troops.
  The US practically did not bomb the Third Reich, which allowed for increased production of tanks and self-propelled guns. The "Lion" tank was also put into production. However, the tank turned out to be too expensive and heavy, often breaking down and getting stuck. However, its thick, 100-millimeter-thick, sloped side armor made it a good breakthrough vehicle. The "Lion" tank's advantage was its powerful gun, but its disadvantage was its 90-millimeter weight, which reduced its mobility.
  The battles showed that this tank can still do something on flat terrain.
  The Panther's side armor proved weak, increasing losses. The Tiger proved the most effective breakthrough tank. Its sides were protected by 82mm of armor, rendering the 45mm tank useless.
  The Germans advanced relatively slowly. The Soviet leadership had generally anticipated this outcome and had prepared for it, bringing up troops.
  True, unlike the Kursk Bulge, the fascists are much stronger and more confident.
  And the terrain is more favorable for attack than defense. The Fritzes also have more aircraft, tanks, and infantry. And it's not easy to supply the Soviet troops across the Volga.
  So the fascists, breaking through the defensive lines, advanced, achieving success after success.
  After three months of intense fighting, they reached the Caspian Sea.
  Stalin, finding himself in a difficult situation, wanted to open peace negotiations. It had become obvious that the Caucasus could not be held. But reaching an agreement with Hitler was extremely difficult. The Nazis were demanding too much. And if he gave in to them, they would gobble him up. And what about a truce? Hitler didn't want that. And of course, the allies were passive. They were afraid of pulling back an extra division.
  The Fritzes were advancing along the Caspian coast. And finally, they had joined forces with the Turks. What joy it was!
  Beautiful German girls forced Soviet prisoners to kiss their bare feet. They did so obediently, and kissed their bare heels.
  This is how the capture was accomplished. And the Germans disarmed the Soviet units.
  Then Stalin offered the Führer peace, agreeing to hand over the entire Caucasus, and even Leningrad and Karelia. Plus, he would have to pay a hundred years of reparations.
  The Fuhrer, after thinking for a while, accepted the offer and peace was concluded on December 7, 1943.
  The Allies perceived this as a betrayal! And imposed sanctions against Stalin and the USSR!
  Soviet propaganda presented the actual capitulation as a great victory. They claimed that, abandoned by the Allies, the Soviet state and Moscow were preserved, and they never captured them.
  The Nazis, of course, launched an offensive from the Caucasus into the Middle East and reinforced Rommel's forces. By the end of March 1943, the entire Middle East and Egypt had been captured by superior Nazi forces. Furthermore, the fighting showed that the Panther, while successfully fighting against British Churchill and Cromwell tanks, was unable to penetrate it head-on.
  Moreover, the Germans were hardened in battles with the Russians, and easily defeated the colonial English troops.
  In April, the Nazis advanced on Sudan. They finally took Gibraltar, beginning the occupation of Morocco. Churchill also tried to test the waters for peace. But Hitler, having freed his hands in the east, said no!
  And so the Nazis moved across Africa. They were hindered mainly by the lack of communication lines, poor or nonexistent roads, the harsh climate, and the vast distances.
  Nevertheless, the Germans were advancing. And they were advancing across the Dark Continent. Although, of course, their tanks, especially the Tiger II and Lion, were quite slippery in the jungle. Incidentally, the Germans also began producing the light Panther, weighing twenty-six tons, which was particularly useful for the war in Africa.
  As combat operations showed, such a tank, however, did not have any fundamental advantages over the T-4, except for a more powerful engine and sloped armor plates.
  By the end of 1944, the Germans acquired the E-10 self-propelled gun, which weighed twelve tons, had a very low profile, and heavily sloped armor. Such a vehicle was truly indispensable for Africa.
  Especially if it's girls fighting on it. And girls are absolutely super and awesome.
  Gerda and Charlotte are riding through the jungle, wiping out the British and Americans. Now those are some real girls! You won't find a cooler one within a hundred miles. These girls love to kill-those are some real girls!
  They caught some black fighters and forced them to kiss the bare feet of beautiful women. It's immediately obvious - they're serious thieves! And they're fighting, shooting at English vehicles from a distance.
  Their self-propelled gun is already approaching Pretoria, the capital of South Africa. The girls fire at themselves, piercing a Churchill with a tungsten-cored shell, and sing:
  In Africa there are sharks, in Africa there are gorillas, in Africa there are crocodiles! They will bite you, beat you, and hurt you! Children, don't go for a walk in Africa! In Africa there is a bandit, in Africa there is a villain, in Africa there is the terrible Barmaley! He will bite you, beat you, and hurt you! And his girls must be torn apart!
  In February 1945, the last British stronghold in Africa, on the island of Madagascar, fell.
  So now Britain has lost its foothold there too. At the same time, the Germans have seized Iran and India, demonstrating their phenomenal strength.
  And in May 1945, the Nazis landed in Britain. After three weeks of fierce fighting, London fell. A month later, Ireland was captured.
  There was a temporary lull on land, but the war at sea continued. The United States stood alone against the Third Reich, its allies, and Japan. But for now, America was overseas, and it wouldn't be taken so easily.
  In the Third Reich, universal labor service was introduced, and the production of aircraft and ships began to increase.
  Battleships and aircraft carriers were being built. And, of course, submarine warfare was in full swing. And there was no mercy for any of the American ships.
  In the fall, or more precisely, in November of 1945, the Germans daringly captured Iceland and then established bridgeheads in Argentina. Nevertheless, the war at sea dragged on. Many landing craft were needed to reach America. And ships aren't built that quickly. Nevertheless, the Third Reich was gaining strength. 1946 was spent exchanging blows at sea. And in 1947, the Germans had already shifted their military operations to Greenland, capturing it. And from there, it wasn't far to Canada!
  The fascists had their sights set on colossal conquests. And so, in 1948, they launched an offensive against Canada, and from Brazil against Venezuela, along with the Japanese. The fighting became extremely fierce.
  The Germans advanced slowly but surely. Their E-series tanks were more advanced than the American ones and demonstrated their superiority on the battlefield. However, the Yankees were not so simple, and they resisted stubbornly. And they did not attempt to surrender.
  Although, of course, there were encirclements. Americans fell into them. Then they surrendered. And the prisoners kissed the bare, dusty feet of the Aryan girls.
  Soon, Quebec and Toronto fell, followed by other cities. Between May and December 1948, the Germans captured almost all of Canada, as well as Venezuela, Nicaragua, and most of Mexico. This created an extremely complex situation. By early 1949, the Germans had the United States in a pincer grip. Then, on January 11, the Americans attempted to use nuclear weapons for the first time in history. And they weren't entirely successful. Of the five bombs, four were destroyed in planes shot down by German aircraft, and one exploded without causing serious damage to German troops.
  In response, the Fritzes intensified the bombing of American cities and military installations.
  So the battle proceeded with steady gains in favor of the Wehrmacht. It had superior equipment and troop training, as well as greater numbers. The fighting was fierce. In early 1949, German, foreign, and Japanese divisions occupied the remnants of Mexico and entered the United States from the north. They had America completely cornered. And it became clear that things were bad for the United States. By the end of the summer, half of the eagle's empire, as well as Alaska, had been captured.
  The Germans captured Washington and New York by November 8, 1949. And on December 7, 1949, the remnants of the US Army surrendered. Thus ended World War II. It was the bloodiest of all wars, and it lasted more than ten years!
  It seemed the long-awaited peace had arrived. But Hitler refused to accept the idea of having to share hegemony with Japan. And on April 20, 1953, the Third Reich attacked the Land of the Rising Sun. A new war erupted. For world hegemony.
  The Third Reich has quantitative superiority, and qualitative superiority too. But the Japanese are fighting with enormous ferocity and mass heroism.
  However, the Nazis still prevail. Nevertheless, the war lasts almost a year. The USSR remains neutral. Stalin has died, and a serious power struggle is underway.
  Ultimately, Japan is occupied by the Wehrmacht. A few months later, the Nazis also conquer Latin American countries, establishing global hegemony.
  Reforms are underway in the Third Reich itself. A new religion is being introduced to replace Christianity. It has no Trinity, only one supreme God and his messenger, Adolf Hitler. There is a single currency (the mark), a single education system, and religiously sanctified polygamy. Genetic selection is also actively underway. The human race is being improved.
  The USSR still exists in a truncated form and pays tribute to the Nazis. Nikita Khrushchev rules there, trying not to provoke the beast. Nevertheless, Hitler has already subjugated the entire world. And he views Russia as a red spot. But man proposes, and God disposes. On April 20, 1957, the Führer, right on his birthday, became the victim of an assassination attempt. And at exactly sixty-eight, the reign of the savage tyrant ended. He had conquered almost the entire world and wanted to attack the USSR again on June 22.
  But as we can see, it didn"t work out for him...
  Hitler was succeeded by Schellenberg. Hermann Göring died of drug abuse and gluttony. Himmler fell into disgrace, and Hitler lost trust in him and eventually removed him. Schellenberg succeeded Himmler and became his successor. Hitler also had children conceived through artificial insemination. But the eldest was not yet fourteen.
  So the Führer's descendants didn't have time to inherit. Hitler thus became emperor, but without a dynasty. Schellenberg didn't dare kill the Führer's children, but he did remove them from power. And he himself became Führer and dictator.
  The struggle for power lasted for several years.
  And on May 1, 1961, Nazi Germany finally attacked the USSR. It was an attempt to achieve the goal: one planet - one empire!
  Schellenberg's troops were finally able to capture Moscow. The Soviet army was vastly inferior in both quantity and quality of military equipment. The capture of major Soviet cities took six months due to the vast distances involved. And then the guerrilla war dragged on for another ten years.
  However, things soon calmed down. Schellenberg pursued a relatively liberal policy, and in 1981, all Russians received citizenship of the Third Reich. Liberalization gradually progressed. Schellenberg died soon after, and a serious power struggle erupted. Then, as a compromise, the monarchy was restored, and Friedrich IV, a direct descendant of the Kaiser, ascended to the throne. In 2001, a referendum granted citizenship and formally equal rights to all inhabitants of planet Earth. And in 2017, the last restrictions on Jews and Roma were lifted.
  The era of National Socialism has come to an end. Nevertheless, humanity remains united in a federal, monarchical empire. It is exploring outer space.
  In it, everyone is formally equal, and there is a Senate and a Bundestag, to which the entire population of the Third Reich elects deputies. And above them is the Kaiser, the Emperor, and the entire planet Earth.
  Life, in general, is already quite good in material terms. Strict discipline, the development of science and technology, and excellent German organization have yielded results. Agriculture is excellent, there is no famine, and food is abundant even in the poorest regions of Africa. Everyone has a job, everyone receives a salary and pension. Education and healthcare are free. Similarly, crèches and kindergartens are free. Food costs pennies, and prices for all products have been frozen for many years. Everywhere, even in Africa, there are roads, and almost everyone has either a separate apartment or a house. All newlyweds are immediately given at least a three-room apartment with all the amenities. Cars and other necessities can be purchased on credit. Many even have personal helicopters.
  There's internet access, everyone has TVs and computers, and the workday is only four hours long. All sports activities are free, and even students pay to attend.
  Each child receives a substantial allowance. Utilities and public transportation are free. Everything is neat and tidy. The streets are clean, and there are numerous robots and automated devices. The order is exemplary. Cigarettes are banned, though alcohol is still sold, and various types of beer are practically free. Children also get free meals in public restaurants.
  Lots of free attractions and computer rooms.
  Human settlements already exist on the Moon, Mars, Venus, Mercury, and the satellites of Jupiter.
  People are preparing to leap to the stars. Many things have already been invented.
  In short, it turned out pretty well overall. And there was no need to get so worked up.
  IF ZYUGANOV HAD SHOWED MORE COURAGE AND FORESIGHT
  In May 1999, Zyuganov decided not to approve Stepashin's candidacy and instead to hold early Duma elections. The Communists and their allies made a unified decision to vote against Stepashin. This was especially true given that they had been insulted and stripped of their government positions. This decision would have been the most likely in history, had Zyuganov not been a Trojan horse within the Communist camp, undermining and compromising leftist ideas.
  Early parliamentary elections promised the communists many advantages, including due to the smaller number of competitors and the image of martyrs.
  And this showed that the communists are not clinging to their seats at all, but are more principled.
  Yeltsin nominated Stepashin again for the second time, and then Aksenenko for the third time. The Duma again rejected the proposal, and it was dissolved. New elections were scheduled for September.
  Parliament's stubbornness somewhat altered the course of history. The bombing of Yugoslavia lasted longer, as Milošević hoped for aid from Russia. And the dissolution of parliament gave the opposition a chance to win.
  The communists managed to put Yeltsin's impeachment to a vote again.
  And again, he fell just short, this time by just two votes. The deputies were worried about the upcoming parliamentary elections and the risk of not making it.
  The Duma was dissolved, and Yeltsin appointed the little-known Aksenenko as Prime Minister by decree.
  Overall, Zyuganov's hopes that the elections would take place were fulfilled. The ailing and weakened president did not violate the constitution. And, with a two-percent approval rating, he did not risk exceeding his authority. Primakov, seeing that his coalition would not have time to form and register, entered into an alliance with the Communists. Yabloko and the Liberal Democratic Party of Russia (LDPR) went to the polls. The Unity bloc failed to form, and the NDR weakened.
  There is also the invasion of militants into Dagestan and the indecisiveness of security forces during the elections.
  The Communists, along with Primakov and Luzhkov, achieved a resounding victory, garnering over fifty-five percent of the vote. The Yabloko bloc came in second, also performing well, taking fifteen percent. The Liberal Democratic Party of Russia (LDPR) also unexpectedly performed well, garnering over twelve percent. The NDR failed to clear the five percent threshold-a complete rout! Zhirinovsky became the only pro-Kremlin leader in the Duma. However, the competition was weak. Under the new law, parties must re-register no later than a year before the elections, and many failed to do so.
  The parliament was again dominated by the left opposition, with Yabloko and its single-mandate constituencies, and the LDPR in the minority.
  And, of course, a conflict arose... Immediately after the State Duma speaker was elected, a vote of no confidence in the government was passed. And once again, talk of impeachment arose. This time, two-thirds would have been easy to muster!
  After some hesitation, Yeltsin decided to return Primakov to his post as Prime Minister and Maslyukov as First Deputy Prime Minister.
  The left-wing coalition agreed to this, but the president's powers were temporarily curtailed. And there was almost no time left until new elections. After negotiations within the coalition, it was decided to nominate Primakov for president. Luzhkov became prime minister. And Zyuganov received the position of head of the legislative branch! In other words, Superskipper! Amendments to the constitution were even supposed to be adopted regarding this new position.
  The militants were driven out of Dagestan. But they didn't go into Chechnya. Civil war had broken out there. Russia supported Maskhadov and Kadyrov against Basayev and Raduyev.
  Primakov managed to win the Russian presidential election in the first round. The government, however, received additional powers, as did the legislative branch, which was under communist control.
  In Russia, the economic recovery continued, oil and gas prices rose, and industry was revived.
  The Americans, much like in reality, got bogged down in Afghanistan after the September 11 attacks and became bogged down in Iraq. Primakov was easily elected for a second term. But in 2008, he lost his post to the highly successful Prime Minister Yuri Luzhkov.
  The new president continued the previous policy of alliance with the communists, while Zyuganov became prime minister.
  For a time, foreign policy was characterized by partnership with the West and friendship with China. Yanukovych's regime in Ukraine gained ground. Unlike Putin, Luzhkov pursued a more pro-Ukrainian policy and cherished the union of Slavic states. Ukraine even joined the Eurasian Union in 2016. Luzhkov served two terms and resigned. Zyuganov finally became president, also winning the election quite easily. Zhirinovsky was running for the seventh time, all since 1991, and lost again.
  In the fall of 2015, Russia intervened in the war in Syria and bombed it. Trump came to power in the United States. Zyuganov, despite formal communism, continued the previous economic course. Russia, despite the formal dominance of the Communist Party of the Russian Federation, remained a market-oriented, democratic, and moderately authoritarian country.
  There's partnership with the West, and moderate competition. There's an alliance with Ukraine, Belarus, and Kazakhstan, but not a particularly close one. In 2020, Zyuganov was elected to a second term, with a slightly lower result, on the brink of a runoff. And in Ukraine, after Yanukovych's resignation, the non-systemic Zelensky unexpectedly won. Nazarbayev also resigned.
  Zyuganov announced that he will not change the constitution and will leave after his second term.
  Thus, the leader of the Communist Party of the Russian Federation still managed to steer Russia, demonstrating a little more courage. And the world turned out to be safer and more peaceful than it actually was.
  Who is Putin? How did his career unfold? After Primakov became prime minister, Putin was dismissed for being too close to Yeltsin. He was accused, among other things, of the FSB's failure to monitor the militant invasion of Dagestan. Putin continued to dabble in politics for a while. He ran unsuccessfully for the State Duma, and then for mayor of St. Petersburg.
  But then he left politics and found a job as a security guard for a private firm. So few remembered him anymore.
  In 2020, Zhirinovsky ran for president for the eighth time and lost again by a modest margin. But he still has a faction in the State Duma. Even Zyuganov promoted him to major general after the 2020 elections. Donald Trump unexpectedly lost the election to a young Democratic challenger. Merkel resigned early. And Lukashenko's health deteriorated sharply.
  In 2021, Russian cosmonauts finally landed on the Moon. And they planted a red flag there! Zyuganov announced Afonin as his official successor. Well, life has come full circle once again.
  As we can see, even without Putin, Russia's collapse didn't happen. And the world didn't turn upside down.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  IF MENSHIKOV WOULD HAVE BEEN KILLED DURING THE TIME OF NICHOLAS
  In which Tsarist Russia won the Crimean War. All it took was Menshikov's death by a stray bullet, and a more capable commander took his place. In other words, an accident occurred, and the course of history changed.
  The opposite of the one with Makarov. The French and British were defeated piecemeal. And Russia, having captured a huge number of prisoners and trophies, recaptured Crimea.
  Turkey suffered a defeat in Transcaucasia, surrendering Kars, Erzurum, and virtually all of Armenia to Russia. Russian troops occupied Romania. However, further offensive action was not necessary. The Sultan sued for peace. At the same time, Austria occupied Bosnia and Herzegovina.
  The Turks agreed to grant autonomy to Serbia, Bulgaria, and Montenegro, while Romania became a Russian vassal. Russia also took control of Armenia: Kars, Erzurum, and Tanrog, expanding its holdings in the south.
  Riots broke out in France, leading to civil war, and it was no longer able to send troops. Britain also withdrew from the conflict. The Kingdom of Sardinia also weakened. Austria grew stronger. Soon, the Austrians conquered the Kingdom of Sardinia, consolidating their dominance over Italy.
  Shamil was soon captured, ending the war in the Caucasus. Russia concluded a favorable peace with China, taking even more territory than in real history, as the prestige of Russian arms was greater.
  Nicholas I did not support the North in its war against the South. On the contrary, he decided to aid the Southerners, along with Britain, in order to strengthen his position in Alaska.
  Russia began building cities and fortresses in America. Plans were even made for a railway to Chukotka. Tsar Nicholas had many plans. Russian troops conquered Central Asia. This monarch died in 1867, leaving Russia powerful and prosperous. His son, Alexander, did not abolish serfdom but continued his advance south. In particular, he waged a victorious war against Turkey, annexing Constantinople to Russia. Then, Mesopotamia.
  Another war with Britain and the defeat of the English in Asia. Alexander II reigned a little longer, making no significant reforms other than judicial reforms and slightly improving the administrative system.
  The abolition of serfdom never occurred. Instead, Russia annexed Iran. The Tsar died exactly twenty years after Nicholas I, in 1887. Alexander III reigned only briefly, until 1894, but managed to annex virtually all of India to Russia. And Nicholas II continued his advance into Indochina and China itself.
  There was a war with Japan. Generally victorious. And the complete conquest of China and Indochina. And penetration all the way to Australia. But in Europe, the situation was somewhat different.
  The Austrian Empire annexed southern France. It then defeated Prussia, capturing southern Germany. Austria became the world hegemon. France was greatly weakened by civil war. Prussia was unable to unite. Ultimately, the Austrians seized all of Prussia, as well as part of eastern France. A vast empire was formed that extended into Africa. Soon, the Austrians also conquered Belgium, Holland, and a vast swath of African territory. Then came the war between Austria and Russia against Britain, which ended with the division of Africa between the Austrians and Russians.
  Emperor Francis truly became the greatest monarch, surpassing Napoleon Bonaparte by conquering almost half of Africa and most of Europe. France, too, was soon completely conquered, along with Spain and Portugal. Yes, it all went well, but...
  Emperor Franz's heir wanted to annex Serbia as well! And so, in 1920, a great war broke out between Nicholas II's Russia and the Austrian Empire.
  Austria has all of Europe on its side. Except for Britain, which isn't as strong as it was in real life, and almost half of Africa. Sweden also opposed Russia. Norway and Denmark had already been captured under Emperor Franz.
  That was only half the problem. The United States remained, divided and a secondary power. But Britain still controlled Canada and Austria. And after the first two months of hesitation, it too entered the war on Austria's side.
  So a great war broke out: Austria and England against Russia.
  Of course, Oleg Rybachenko is right there. And he fights like a true, unwavering hero.
  The boy fires a machine gun at the foreign army and sings:
  - The anthem of the Motherland sings in our hearts,
  There is no one more beautiful in the whole universe...
  Squeeze the ray gun tighter, knight -
  Die for God-given Russia!
  And he beats himself, crushing with a machine gun the army from all over Europe and partly from Africa.
  And the boy doesn't give in to himself. He throws a grenade with his bare toes and squeals:
  - We will not give in and we will not surrender!
  And again the boy unleashes a lethal and devastating burst. He refuses to give in to the enemy.
  And sings to himself:
  - No one can stop us! Even a lion can't win!
  The boy is a true knight. Unbending and invincible. A knight of faith! Even if not Christian!
  And so the Austrian attack was repelled.
  The Austrians and the British have tanks, but Russia also has mastodons.
  Nicholas II's population, after all, was much larger, considering his colonies. Consider all of Asia, Eastern Europe, parts of the Balkans, and more than half of Africa.
  So Russia has superior infantry numbers. And the soldiers fight very bravely...
  And the Austrians couldn't hold out and were driven back from Warsaw. Then Russian troops advanced to the Oder, capturing East Prussia. Galicia, including Lvov, also fell. Przemysl was besieged. Krakow was liberated.
  It turned out that the Slavs did not want to fight the Russians and were surrendering en masse.
  The battles also demonstrated that the lighter and more agile Russian tanks were more effective than the heavier and clumsier German ones. And in terms of aviation, Tsarist Russia was an order of magnitude superior to the British and Austrians.
  After a pause, Russian troops resumed their offensive. They gained ground through both numbers and skill.
  Budapest was surrounded and captured. At sea, Admiral Kolchak defeated the British and captured Australia. On land, Russian troops surrounded and captured Berlin. And then Vienna.
  The Austrian Empire was losing the battle in Africa, too. The British corps was also suffering defeat. And things were going badly for Emperor Adolf.
  He went in the wrong direction and started losing completely. How could he possibly stand up to such power?
  After the fall of Vienna, Austrian resistance became sporadic. Soon, the Russians occupied all of Europe and Africa. Simultaneously, an offensive against Canada began from Alaska. The British were also losing.
  Britain found itself isolated and tried to sit it out on the island.
  But it is clear that Russia will win by launching an air offensive.
  And bombed almost everything on the surface. And then a landing force was sent on land, bringing Britain to submission.
  Thus, the entire Eastern Hemisphere, as well as Alaska and Canada, became Russian.
  This is, in general, wonderful! Nicholas II took a temporary pause, digesting his possessions. The United States is still divided and not very strong, as are other states dependent on Russia.
  In 1937, Tsar Nicholas II died in a plane crash. Alexei II succeeded him to the throne. Unlike in real life, the heir was quite healthy and vigorous. And in 1941, he decided to conquer everything his ancestors hadn't managed to seize.
  Once the planet was empty, Earth would be one empire. And so the Russian army moved first into the northern states of America, then into the southern ones. The United States was weak and was quickly overrun. Mexico, however, proved easier to conquer. Then came the upward march, capturing one country after another, one by one. Brazil, the largest and most powerful, held out for less than a month.
  And so they conquered Latin America and New Zealand. Alexei II went down in history as the finalizer of all Russian conquests. And already in 1947, Russian cosmonauts set foot on the Moon. And in 1958, on Mars! In 1961, on Venus. In 1972, on Mercury, and in 1973, on the moons of Jupiter. In 1975, Alexei II, nicknamed the Finisher, died at the age of 71. And his son, Nicholas III, became tsar. In 1980, man set foot on the last, most distant planet in the Solar System - Pluto. Nicholas III's reign was not very long. He died in 1985. And his son, Alexander IV, ascended the throne. A young tsar of about twenty-seven. And the tsar ordered preparations for a leap beyond the Solar System. And they began to build starships and a photon rocket. And finally, in 2017, the first interstellar expedition began.
  
  TSAR NICHOLAS II HAD THE SUCCESS OF PRESIDENT PUTIN
  The renowned writer and poet Oleg Rybachenko sensed that something was wrong in the world. Humanity remains fragmented. The number of countries on planet Earth is only increasing. And if anyone is gaining influence, it's totalitarian, dictatorial China. Meanwhile, since the end of Vladimir Putin's rule, Russia has plunged into a deep crisis. War is raging again in the Caucasus, leftists and nationalists are rebelling. The economy is once again in decline, crime is rising. And Russia is beginning to disintegrate.
  Despite phenomenal luck, Vladimir Putin was never able to create a strong, sustainable political system or a stable, rapidly growing economy. Many social and interethnic problems remained unresolved. His rare luck allowed him to maintain a semblance of well-being. But as soon as he left, all the unhealed abscesses suddenly burst open.
  And now the threat of nuclear war looms! The world is in chaos, and Russia is sliding into a full-scale civil war! This must be addressed immediately.
  A boy read in a book that it's possible to change people's destinies, even swap them! And there's a powerful gypsy woman who can do this to anyone.
  So why not swap the luck and fortune of Putin and Nicholas II?
  Moreover, if Nicholas II is as phenomenally lucky as Putin, the course of history will change. And in the twenty-first century, the Romanovs will rule Russia. Which means Putin won't need luck. Or at least, Russia won't need Putin's luck.
  And in the twentieth century, the success of tsarist Russia was very much needed.
  The famous writer decided to go to the gypsy woman. Fortunately, he had her address online, and his keen intuition told him she was no charlatan.
  She's truly no ordinary gypsy. She lives in a mansion in Moscow and looks about twenty, though she's been telling fortunes since Soviet times. It's immediately obvious she's the eternal girl with the curly black hair-she's truly something special!
  Oleg Rybachenko asked her:
  - Do a good deed! Change the fortunes of Vladimir Putin and Nicholas II!
  The eternally youthful gypsy girl looked at Oleg Rybachenko and replied:
  "It's good that you're not selfish and that you're quitting not for yourself, but for Russia! And it's even better that you have such a rich energy and an unprecedented, incredible, superhuman imagination!"
  The gypsy winked and continued:
  "Changing history so drastically is difficult even for me! But you, the owner of the world's most powerful and rich imagination, can help me!"
  Oleg Rybachenko nodded in agreement:
  - I'm ready for anything! And I'll fulfill any request!
  The young gypsy nodded and said:
  "I'll turn you into a boy of about twelve, and you'll grow extremely slowly, and you'll never be older than fourteen. I'll send you to a parallel world, where you'll first become a slave!"
  Oleg Rybachenko agreed:
  - I'm ready!
  The gypsy nodded and continued:
  "You'll have to get me nine artifact stones: black, white, red, orange, yellow, green, light blue, blue, and purple. And besides that, a tenth artifact-Koschei's crown!"
  It's difficult, but you'll have the eternally youthful, fast, strong, and resilient body of a boy warrior. Plus, you'll have an extraordinary intellect and a phenomenal gift of imagination. Sooner or later, you'll collect the artifacts and return to your world. And forevermore, you'll be in the body of a phenomenally strong and fast fourteen-year-old boy, and you'll be indestructible. In other words, you'll even be rewarded with immortality!
  Oleg Rybachenko nodded in agreement:
  - One can only dream about this!
  The eternally young witch noted:
  "But the ten artifacts are mine, and mine alone! They will grant me such power that you will more than earn immortality! For now, I will put you to sleep, and you will wake up a slave boy in the quarries. And then your wits will tell you how to escape!"
  When you travel, I will be able to change the fate, fortune, and good fortune of President Putin and Tsar Nicholas II. You will collect artifacts for me from different worlds, and meanwhile, from the beginning of the twentieth century, Russian history will unfold differently. So, even if you don't collect the artifacts-the nine stones and Koschei's crown-Tsar Nicholas II will still receive the fortune, fate, and good fortune of Russian President Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin!
  Oleg Rybachenko smiled broadly and replied:
  "That's good! In the new world, I'll be at peace, knowing that the course of history has finally changed for the better! And that Russia will be able to restore order throughout the world and become a hegemonic power! And an absolute hegemon!"
  The eternally young gypsy ordered:
  - Lie down on the sofa!
  Oleg Rybachenko lay down.
  The sorceress girl purred:
  - Now sleep! You will wake up in another world.
  Oleg Rybachenko's eyes closed, and he fell asleep almost instantly.
  The gypsy woman pulled the ingredients she'd prepared from her drawers and began preparing the potion. She turned on the gas under the cauldron she'd prepared for the magic. She began throwing various items in, casting spells. At the same time, the eternal girl pulled a deck of cards from her pocket and chanted:
  - Oh, fate, fate help Nicholas! Luck from Putin, come to Tsar Romanov!
  Let Romanov win,
  He rules like Genghis Khan...
  May luck be with you,
  Putin's gift stolen!
    
  It's better for Russia,
  Nicholas the Great Tsar...
  Will become cooler than Genghis Khan,
  Become like Vladimir Putin!
  The cauldron boiled, and the potion began to bubble within. The gypsy laid out the cards, cast a spell, and tossed the deck into the seething haze... A super-bright flash erupted, as if from a thousand photoblitzes. The sleeping Oleg Rybachenko vanished... And then, glowing, the cauldron vanished, too.
  The spacious hall where the great sorceress had cast her spell became empty and quiet!
  The eternally young witch said:
  - So what! I changed the course of history, and that's awesome! And if this idealist is lucky and collects the artifacts, I'll become so powerful that Satan himself will envy me!
  And the gypsy sorceress flashed her emerald eyes!
  And a miracle happened!
  What indeed awaited Nicholas II... Indeed, much had changed. There was no bloody brawl during the coronation. And expansion into China was proceeding successfully. War with Japan, of course, happened. It was historically inevitable. Clearly, the samurai monster had to be disarmed and destroyed. And there was no escape from it. We couldn't leave danger on our borders.
  Japan was the first to start the war, but its attempt to attack Russian ships was unsuccessful. The Russians suffered no significant damage, while a dozen Japanese destroyers were sunk.
  The Varyag also managed to break out of encirclement, which proved a major success. Admiral Makarov arrived at sea soon afterward and began crushing the Japanese. General Kuropatkin routed the samurai on land and occupied the entire Korean Peninsula.
  And so even Tsar Nicholas II decided: we must secure ourselves from Japan forever! And how? Land troops and annex it entirely to Russia, as a province.
  And so the decisive battle took place at sea, where the Japanese fleet was finally finished off by Admiral Makarov.
  Four girls also took part in the fight! Barefoot and in bikinis!
  Natasha, Zoya, Aurora, Svetlana. Four beauties who, brandishing their sabers, board the largest samurai ship.
  Natasha cuts the Japanese man and shouts:
  - You will be smeared, narrow-eyed!
  Zoya cut down another samurai and noticed:
  - And your eyes are sapphire!
  Natasha, having run the mill, confirmed:
  - Of course yes! Of course yes!
  And then Aurora went ahead and kicked the Japanese man in the chin with her bare heel. She broke his jaw and roared:
  - Hooray for the Motherland!
  Svetlana took the samurai's head and squealed:
  - For Tsar Nicholas II!
  Of course, a lot depends on luck. Admiral Makarov, in particular, survived. And turned out to be a second Ushakov. What a deft commander! He's on a fast cruiser, always on time. And the Japanese, who, by the way, didn't have a huge advantage in guns, are being attacked piecemeal and tactically.
  The skill of a commander or naval commander prevails over a small numerical advantage.
  Moreover, by this time the Japanese were outnumbered. So Makarov crushed them, forcing them into close combat, where the Russian ships, armed with armor-piercing shells, were far more powerful.
  And the Japanese are defeated. And the girls capture another samurai ship. And the flag of the Tsarist Empire flies on it!
  What about the Japanese? You're not exactly lucky? Nicholas II got Vladimir Putin's luck, and everything went so well for him!
  And the girls? The four beauties in bikinis are Rodnovery witches who decided to fight for the Tsar, although they usually have no interest in this world.
  But in this case, the Russian people must be helped. And this is thanks to Putin's luck. He would never have seized Crimea without a shot, if not for those same four witch girls. They helped perform a miracle. But whether Russia really needed to take Crimea from its brotherly people is questionable. But annexing China to the Russian Empire is a wonderful idea! Imagine how many subjects the Russian Tsar would have-he could crush the entire world!
  In short, the girls aren't wasting any time here. And they're already storming a new battleship.
  And they capture him again. And the sabers in the hands of the beauties flash, and they're so sharp. And so many Japanese were slaughtered.
  The battle at sea ended with the final sinking of the Japanese squadron and the capture of Admiral Togo.
  And so the landings began. There weren't enough steamships or transports. Longboats were used, and supplies were transported on cruisers and battleships, and many other means were used. The Tsar ordered the use of the merchant navy in the landings.
  The Russian troops repulsed the samurai onslaught, which attempted to drive them from the bridgehead. But the Tsarist army held firm, and the massive attack was repelled with heavy losses.
  During the assault, the witch girls chopped with sabers and threw grenades at the enemy with their bare feet.
  They're certainly in the most dangerous positions. And then they started firing machine guns. Every bullet hit the target.
  Natasha fired, threw a grenade with her bare toes and chirped:
  - There's no one cooler than me!
  Zoya, firing a machine gun, threw a gift of death with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - For Tsar Nicholas II!
  Aurora, continuing to fire from machine guns, and jumping up, snapped back and said:
  - For great Rus'!
  Svetlana, continuing to harass the enemy, bared her teeth and threw a grenade with her bare heel, aggressively:
  - For the Tsarist Empire!
  The warriors continued to strike and pound. They were so full of energy. They fired at each other and crushed the advancing samurai.
  He has already killed thousands, tens of thousands of Japanese.
  And the defeated samurai run away... The girls are just too lethal against them.
  And the Russians, with bayonets, cut up the samurai...
  The assault is repelled. And new Russian troops are landing on the coast. The beachhead is expanding. Not bad for the Tsarist Empire, of course. One victory after another. And Admiral Makarov will also be helping with his guns, sweeping away the Japanese.
  And now Russian troops are already advancing across Japan. And their avalanche is unstoppable. They are hacking at the enemy and stabbing them with bayonets.
  Natasha, attacking the samurai and cutting them with sabers, sings:
  - White wolves form a pack! Only then will the race survive!
  And how he throws a grenade with his bare toes!
  Zoya sings along, with fierce aggression. And, kicking her bare feet, she too sings something unique and powerful:
  -The weak perish, they are killed! Protecting sacred flesh!
  Augustine, shooting at the enemy, chopping with sabers, and throwing grenades with her bare toes, squeals:
  - There is a war in the lush forest, threats are coming from everywhere!
  Svetlana, firing and throwing gifts of death with her bare feet, took and squealed:
  - But we always defeat the enemy! White wolves salute the heroes!
  And the girls sing in chorus, destroying the enemy, throwing the deadly with their bare feet:
  - In the holy war! Victory will be ours! Forward the imperial flag! Glory to the fallen heroes!
  And again the girls shoot and sing with a deafening howl:
  - No one can stop us! No one can defeat us! The White Wolves are crushing the enemy! The White Wolves salute the heroes!
  The girls walk and run... And the Russian army moves towards Tokyo. And the Japanese are dying, and they are being mowed down. The Russian army moves. And one victory after another.
  Tsar Nicholas truly pulled a lucky draw. Now Russian troops are beginning their assault on the Japanese capital. And it's all so wonderful.
  The girls here are, of course, ahead of everyone else, and their drive and exploits are at a great height.
  Especially when they throw grenades with bare feet. This generally causes shock and awe among samurai.
  And here they are, climbing the wall of the Japanese capital. And chopping men and horses into pieces. They've smashed their opponents into pieces. They advance, the girls screaming and laughing! And with their bare heels they kick people in the chins. The Japanese fly head over heels. And fall onto their stakes.
  And the warriors wave their sabers even more powerfully.
  And the samurai suffered defeat after defeat. Now the Russian troops have taken Tokyo.
  Mikado runs in fear, but he can't escape. And so the girls take him prisoner and tie him up!
  A magnificent victory! The Japanese Emperor abdicates in favor of Nicholas II. The title of Russian Tsar is significantly extended. Korea, Mongolia, Manchuria, the Kuril Islands, Taiwan, and Japan itself become Russian provinces. Although Japan enjoys a small, limited autonomy, its emperor is Russian, an autocratic Tsar!
  Nicholas II remains an absolute monarch, unlimited in every way. He is the Autocratic Tsar!
  And now also the Emperor of Japan, Yellow Russia, Bogdykhan, Khan, Kagan, and so on, so on, so on...
  Yes, luck was the main factor. Just notice how much luck Putin managed to conquer! The twenty-first century, alas, isn't exactly conducive to conquest!
  And what good does it do Russia that Putin's enemy McCain died of brain cancer? It's certainly a stroke of luck; you couldn't even dream it up - for your enemy to die such a nasty and unpleasant death!
  But the return for Russia is zero.
  But for Nicholas II, Putin's good fortune and good fortune resulted in major territorial gains. And really, why would fortune give Putin gifts? How did Russia benefit from Sobchak's timely death and the avoidance of the appointment of head of the Constitutional Court?
  And Tsar Nicholas II of All Rus' was an extraordinary figure. Naturally, after such a great victory, his power and authority were strengthened. This means some reforms can be implemented. Particularly in Orthodoxy! Allowing nobles to have four wives, as in Islam. And also granting soldiers the right to a second wife as a reward for heroic deeds and faithful service.
  A fine reform! Since the number of non-believers and foreigners in the empire has grown, the number of Russians must increase. But how can this be done? By recruiting women from other nations. After all, if a Russian were to marry three Chinese women, he would have children with them, and what nationality would these children be?
  Of course, Russian on our father's side! And that's great! Nicholas II, possessing a progressive mind, was more religious in appearance than in soul. And, of course, he put religion at the service of the state, and not the other way around!
  Nicholas II thus strengthened his authority among the elite. This was something the men had long desired. He also accelerated the Russification of the outskirts.
  Well, the priests didn't object either. Especially since faith had weakened in the twentieth century. And religion served the Tsar, without much faith in God!
  But military victories made Nicholas popular with the people, and those accustomed to authoritarianism were reluctant to change much. The Russians had never known any other kind of government!
  And the economy is booming, wages are rising. Ten percent growth every year. Really, why change?
  In 1913, for the Romanovs' tercentenary, Tsar Nicholas II once again reduced the workday to 10.5 hours, and on Saturdays and days before holidays, to eight hours. The number of days off and holidays also increased. The date of Japan's surrender, the Tsar's birthday, the Tsarina's birthday, and the day of the coronation were also celebrated as holidays.
  After it was discovered that the heir to the throne suffered from hemophilia, Tsar Nicholas took a second wife. Thus, the question of succession was resolved.
  But a major war was looming. Germany dreamed of redividing the world. However, Tsarist Russia was ready for war.
  In 1910, the Russians annexed Beijing and expanded their empire. Britain agreed to this in exchange for an alliance against Germany.
  The Tsarist army was the largest and most powerful. Its peacetime strength reached three million and a thousand regiments. Germany had only six hundred thousand in peacetime. Then there was Austria-Hungary, but its troops were incapable of combat!
  But the Germans are still planning to fight France and Britain. How can they possibly manage two fronts?
  The Russians have the world's first mass-produced light tanks, the Luna-2. They also have four-engine Ilya Muromets bombers, machine-gun-equipped Alexander fighters, and much more. And, of course, a powerful navy.
  Germany has no equal forces.
  And the Germans even decided to attack, into Belgium and bypass Paris. There was absolutely no chance for them here.
  But the war began anyway. Germany made its fateful move. And its troops advanced on Belgium. But the forces were unequal. Russian troops were already advancing across Prussia and Austria-Hungary. And the Luna-2 tank, with a speed of 40 kilometers per hour, is already a colossal force.
  And mind you, Tsar Nicholas was lucky that the war started. Even the Tsar himself wouldn't have attacked Germany. But the Russians had a vast, overwhelming superiority in forces, tanks, superior artillery, and superior air power in both quantity and quality. And a stronger economy, which helped them avoid the recession caused by the revolution and defeat in the war. And so it was, a steady rise and success after success.
  The Germans were clearly under attack. And now they themselves have launched their main attack against France and Britain. And what else could they do?
  And Italy went and declared war on Austria-Hungary! The only good thing is that Turkey entered the war against Russia. But that's even better for the Tsar; he can finally take back Constantinople and the Straits! So...
  And then there are the four witches, the eternally youthful Rodnovers Natasha, Zoya, Aurora, and Svetlana, in battle! And they're going to hit! They're going to hit both the Germans and the Turks!
  Writer and poet Oleg Rybachenko woke up. As always, the young witch-sorceress fulfilled her promise, giving Nicholas II the fortune of Vladimir Putin, and now Oleg Rybachenko must fulfill his. Awakening was not easy. A harsh whip struck his boyish body. He jumped. Yes, Oleg Rybachenko is now a muscular boy, chained by his arms and legs. His body is tanned to the point of blackness, lean and sinewy, with defined muscles. A truly strong and resilient slave, with tough skin so hardened that the overseer's blows cannot cut it. You run with the other boys to breakfast, rising from the gravel where the young slaves sleep completely naked and without blankets. True, it is warm here, a climate like Egypt. And the boy is naked, only chains. They're quite long, though, and don't really interfere with walking or working. But you can't take long strides in them.
  Before eating, you rinse your hands in the stream. You get your ration: a mash of rice and rotten pieces of fish. However, to a hungry slave boy, this seems like a delicacy. And then you go to the mine. The sun hasn't risen yet, and it's quite pleasant.
  The boy's bare feet had become so rough and calloused that the sharp stones didn't hurt at all, they even tickled pleasantly.
  Quarries where children under sixteen work. Of course, they have smaller wheelbarrows and tools. But they have to work fifteen or sixteen hours, just like adults.
  It stinks, so they relieve themselves right at the quarries. The work isn't difficult: chopping stones with picks, then carrying them in baskets or on stretchers. Sometimes they have to push a mine cart, too. Usually, boys push them in twos and threes. But Oleg Rybachenko is assigned alone; he's very strong. And he wields a pick like a grown man. He has a much bigger task to accomplish than the others.
  It's true, they give more and more often. Three times a day, not two.
  The slave boy, whose body Oleg Rybachenko possessed, has been here for several years now. He's obedient, hardworking, and has mastered every movement to the point of automatism. He's truly incredibly strong, resilient, and practically tireless. Yet, the boy has barely grown, and now appears to be no more than twelve, though of average height for his age.
  But he has the strength... of several adults. A young hero. Who, however, will probably never grow an adult, and will never grow a beard.
  And thank God! As a writer and poet, Oleg Rybachenko didn't like shaving. You work and break stones, crumble them. And into the basket. Then you carry it to the cart. It's hard to push, so the children take turns.
  The boys here are almost black, but their facial features are either European, Indian, or Arab. In fact, the European ones are far more prevalent.
  Oleg looks at them closely. The slaves are not allowed to speak; they are beaten with a whip.
  Oleg Rybachenko is also keeping quiet for now. He's studying. Besides the male guards, there are also women. They're also cruel and use whips.
  Not all boys have skin as tough as Oleg's. Many of them crack and bleed. The guards can beat them to death. The work is very hard, and the boys begin to sweat profusely, especially when the sun rises.
  And here there's not just one sun, but two. And that makes the day very long. And there's a lot of work. The boys don't have time to sleep and rest. It's a real torment for them.
  Oleg Rybachenko worked, mechanically chopping and loading. Mixing for himself...
  And I imagined what happened after Nicholas II gained the fortune of Russian President Vladimir Putin.
  Natasha, Zoya, Aurora, and Svetlana attack the Austrians in Przemysl. The Russian army immediately took Lvov and attacked the stronghold.
  Girls, barefoot and in bikinis, rush through the city streets.
  They chop down the Austrians and throw small discs with their bare feet.
  At the same time the girls sing:
  - Tsar Nicholas is our messiah,
  A formidable ruler of mighty Russia...
  The whole world is shaking - where will it pass?
  Let's sing for Nikolai!
  Natasha chops down the Austrians, throws a grenade with her bare toes and sings:
  - For Rus'!
  Zoya also crushes enemies and sings along with aplomb:
  - For the Tsarist Empire!
  And a grenade thrown by her bare foot flies! What a killer girl! She can crush a jaw and drink the sea!
  And Aurora, too, will throw the discus with her bare toes, scatter the Austrians and squeal:
  - For the greatness of Russia!
  And he bares his very sharp teeth! Which sparkle like fangs.
  Svetlana doesn"t forget to give in either, and roars:
  - Rus' of the Holy and Invincible Nicholas II!
  The girl is showing tremendous passion. She's tossing things around with her bare feet and throwing presents!
  Natasha, firing and chopping, and throwing lethal weapons with her bare feet, squeals:
  - I love my Rus'! I love my Rus'! And I'll saw you all apart!
  And Zoya also shoots and howls, throwing something explosive with her bare toes:
  - Great Tsar Nicholas! Let the mountains and seas belong to him!
  Aurora, screaming with wild, frenzied rage and throwing presents with her bare toes, howls:
  - No one will stop us! No one will defeat us! Dashing girls crush the enemies with their bare feet, with their bare heels!
  And again the girls are in a wild rush. They seize Przemysl on the fly and sing, composing as they go;
  Glory to our holy Rus',
  There are many future victories in it...
  The girl runs barefoot,
  And there is no one more beautiful in the world!
  
  We are dashing Rodnovers,
  Witches are always barefoot...
  Girls really love the guys,
  Of your furious beauty!
  
  We will never give in,
  We will not bend to our enemies...
  Even though we have bare feet,
  There will be a lot of bruises!
  
  Girls prefer to rush,
  Barefoot in the frost...
  We are truly wolf cubs,
  We can punch!
  
  There is no one to stop us,
  The formidable horde of Fritzes...
  And we don"t wear shoes,
  Satan is afraid of us!
  
  The girls serve God Rod,
  Which is, of course, great...
  We are for glory and freedom,
  The Kaiser will be a nasty bit!
  
  For Russia, which is the most beautiful of all,
  The fighters rise...
  We ate some greasy porridge,
  The fighters are unbending!
  
  No one will stop us,
  The power of girls is gigantic...
  And he won"t shed a tear,
  Because we are talent!
  
  No girls can bend,
  They are always strong...
  They fight fiercely for the Fatherland,
  May your dream come true!
  
  There will be happiness in the universe,
  The Sun will be above the Earth...
  With your imperishable wisdom,
  Bury the Kaiser with a bayonet!
  
  The sun always shines for people,
  Over the vast country,
  Adults and children are happy,
  And every fighter is a hero!
  
  There is no such thing as too much happiness,
  I believe that we will be lucky...
  Let the bad weather dissipate -
  And shame and disgrace to the enemies!
  
  Our family God is so supreme,
  There is no one more beautiful than Him...
  We will become higher in soul,
  So that everyone would be angry and vomit!
  
  We will defeat our enemies, I believe,
  The White God, the God of the Russians, is with us...
  The idea will be a joy,
  Don't let evil into your doorstep!
  
  Well, in short, to Jesus,
  Let us always be faithful...
  He is the Russian God, listen,
  He lies that He is a Jew, Satan!
  
  No, in fact, God is Supreme,
  Our Most Holy Main Family...
  How reliable He is as a roof,
  And his Son-God Svarog!
  
  Well, in short, for Russia,
  There is no shame in dying...
  And the girls are the most beautiful of all,
  The woman's strength is like that of a bear!
  
  
  PLANS HAVE NOT CHANGED
  Hitler simply didn't change the OKW plan, and the attack on Stalingrad was launched from both north and south, by Army Groups A and B. The assault was entrusted to Meinstein. As a result, Stalingrad fell within ten days of an all-out assault. The Soviet forces found themselves completely encircled. The Wehrmacht then advanced along the Volga coast toward the Caspian Sea. And how did the Red Army respond? The offensive in the center wasn't particularly successful.
  Plus, Japan won the Battle of Midway, though it didn't open a second front, capturing the Hawaiian Islands. Simultaneously, samurai ground forces advanced on India. To hold onto that colony, Britain was forced to withdraw some troops from Egypt, abandoning Operation Torch.
  The Germans held the initiative on the Eastern Front. The swift capture of Stalingrad collapsed their southern flank. The Nazis slid through to the Caspian Sea and cut off the Caucasus by land. And then Turkey entered the war. Its army, while not particularly strong, was quite numerous and capable of fighting bravely.
  In the very first days, the Turks took Batumi and surrounded Yerevan. Their achievements were considerable, as the Red Army was pinned down by the German front.
  It should be noted that the Nazis took advantage of the fact that Soviet troops were entering battle directly from their echelons and attacked them piecemeal. This, of course, had a negative impact on the course of the war.
  Stalin was also nervous and freaked out - he demanded that the Caucasus be held at any cost.
  In short, the heroic defense of Stalingrad failed, and everything collapsed. Even the absence of Japanese divisions in the Far East didn't help.
  The Germans were advancing along the Caspian coast, all the way to Dagestan. Stopping them was a cinch-but the odds were stacked against them, and the Red Army was experiencing severe supply shortages. It was buckling. And the Nazis were bombing aggressively.
  The United States barely touched the Third Reich, distracted by Japan's victories. Britain, somewhat weakened, also kept its distance! Now the Germans had too many aircraft and could really apply pressure.
  Stalin showed his worst qualities and too often lost his temper and shouted, but did not make the best decisions.
  So the loss of the Caucasus became inevitable.
  There is already a battle going on on the border with Azerbaijan.
  Soviet girls fight desperately. Here are beauties fighting desperately.
  And they don't retreat or surrender. And they crawl along their own lines.
  Natasha, Zoya, Avgustina, and Svetlana dragged a German general from the rear. It was fantastic. The girls forced him to his knees and forced him to kiss their bare feet. He kissed them with great enthusiasm! And licked their heels.
  The warrior women are so sexy and charming. Then they fought the Fritzes.
  Natasha fired a burst, cutting down the fascists. She threw a grenade with her bare foot and chirped:
  - For great glory!
  Zoya also fired and squealed:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin!
  She took the grenade and threw it with her bare toes. It scattered the Nazis and squealed:
  - For the USSR!
  The girls are so beautiful and delightful.
  Augustina also threw a grenade with her bare foot, and baring her teeth, took it and hissed:
  - I'm so feisty! Like a Terminator!
  And Svetlana, too, will launch her bare toes into something so deadly and destructive. And she will sing again:
  - Our friendship is monolithic, and that"s what it stands for!
  The four of them fight like that - what girls! These funny beauties even show off their long tongues in response.
  Warriors of the highest order. They can punch and scream.
  They crush the Germans like berries in a press.
  Natasha fired, threw a grenade with her bare foot and sang:
  - We are warriors of light and the red banner!
  Zoya also launched a lethal shot with her bare toes and yelped:
  - And we will fight for Lenin!
  And then Augustine slashed, baring her teeth:
  - In the name of great joy!
  And then Svetlana fired and launched the grenades with her bare feet, roaring:
  - We'll take on something like this and turn it upside down!
  The four are actively working and shooting. Well, these are girls who know a thing or two about extermination, after all. And they're not exactly fighting.
  And how should real Terminators act? High-flying warriors. And they have a passion for destruction.
  Natasha threw the grenade again with her bare foot and hissed:
  - I understand this world perfectly well as an intensification of class struggle!
  Zoya also hissed, throwing a lethal, flesh-tearing grenade with her bare toes:
  - In which house will there be a red flag!
  And then Augustina fired a burst. She mowed down the Nazis and threw a grenade with her bare foot, hissing:
  - Great space, this is our earth and all this is us!
  The warriors are truly capable of tearing even a hot water bottle.
  And then Svetlana, with her bare foot, kicks a grenade, fires a burst, and says with fury:
  - Fire in a rage, and a bucking horse!
  The girls will of course get all worked up and start butting each other.
  And on the German side, Gerd's crew is fighting in a T-4. Once again, once it gets going, there's no way to get past them or suppress such an onslaught. The girls' eyes blaze with hellish fire.
  They shoot themselves, giving no chance of salvation. And there's no resisting their white, pearly teeth.
  The warriors are aggressive and howl:
  - Wild aroma! We'll send all our enemies to hell!
  Gerda will fire, knock out the T-34 and squeal:
  - Future victories!
  Charlotte presses the trigger with her bare toes and gurgles:
  - We'll tear you to pieces!
  Magda also fired, destroyed the T-26 and said:
  - We'll reveal it.
  And she shook her bare toes.
  And Christina also pressed her bare feet on the pedals and hissed:
  - Hooray for our party!
  The girls, of course, are nearly naked in bikinis and barefoot. And yet, they're extremely sexy.
  And they launch attacks in their not-so-perfect but effective T-4. And they fire at the enemy. You can't give in to girls like these in anything! And the way they grin! And the way they make faces!
  Gerda roars to herself, shooting with her bare toes:
  - Gerda loves to kill, this Gerda!
  And again he fires shells.
  And then Charlotte takes turns firing and roars, having knocked out a thirty-four:
  - I'll rip their bellies open!
  And he will launch it again with his bare feet.
  And here's where the killer Christina adds to the mix. Also using her bare toes.
  And he will roar:
  - I am the embodiment of aggressiveness!
  And what a waist she has, and what a sculpted press!
  And then Magda takes it and hits him and starts roaring:
  - Banzai!
  And her feet are also bare and chiseled!
  The four German women are pushing themselves and really winning. They have so much aggression and vitality.
  The warriors are charging forward and shooting. They're not giving the Red Army a break.
  And in the sky, too, female pilots fight, and they show such things. Their spirit is immeasurable.
  Here's the newest German Focke-Wulf. Gertrude's on it. And this girl is showing she's tougher than the men. She's thrashing the fascists like that. She's not giving them the slightest quarter. Gertrude's the one who started the real fight.
  And he shoots down a Soviet Yak and squeals:
  - I am a super girl!
  After which she'll stick out her tongue. And once again begin her total extermination. What a girl. And also barefoot and in a bikini. And then LAGG hit her and roared again:
  - Pilot gunner!
  And she'll laugh out loud. And then she'll go and shoot down a PE-2. That's the kind of girl she is, of the most powerful and classy kind. Then she'll maneuver again and crush the Yak with her cannons. And she'll penetrate.
  - I am the she-wolf of the sky!
  And how she bares her teeth! And how she gets so savage! What a woman! A woman to all women!
  But, of course, the fascists are still trying to attack in the south.
  In particular, pilot Helga fights in an ME-109. And so successfully that shrapnel flies off the British.
  The girl hit a Mustang and sang:
  - A lilac fog is floating above us!
  It's so nice to fight barefoot and in a bikini. It's so practical! And very comfortable.
  Helga is a pilot. The Führer was smart enough to listen to her advice and allow girls to fly tanks, planes, and serve in the army. And how much better things went for the Fritzes.
  They themselves didn't expect women's bodies to be so effective. Helga, for example, is rapidly gaining momentum and numbers.
  The girl presses on the pedals with her bare feet and roars:
  - I'm such a delightful little cow!
  Helga shoots down two more English planes and squeals:
  - Behind me, Germany's warriors in a row!
  And she shot down a bomber, too! What a girl! She's a real tough warrior. If she's going to destroy, she's also going to do it without ceremony or mercy.
  The girls here are so sexy!
  Rommel's troops are tearing through the desert, not waiting for reinforcements. If they have to win, they have to. The legendary commander, the "Desert Fox," is accustomed to fighting against superior forces. And his soldiers are no different. Take, for example, a crack company of SS women. They were transferred in early December, when the front was cracking, the Germans were retreating, and the British, on the contrary, were breaking through, unblocking Tolbuk and threatening to drive the Wehrmacht from African soil.
  Then the frenzied Führer proposed transferring the female battalion of tigresses. Not because the women would tip the balance of power, but so that the men, especially the Italian ones, would feel ashamed and would fight much more aggressively and skillfully. After all, if the elite girls, hardened by rigorous training, were in the lead, the men would be very embarrassed.
  The warriors fought in bikinis, using special creams for protection. Over the course of six months, their bare, girlish feet had become so calloused that they were immune to the frying-hot sand, and the tan had turned their skin a deep chocolate brown. Many already had dozens of corpses under their belts.
  Margot and Shella are two young, yet battle-hardened Aryan women. They are the youngest in the company, but within six months they have already earned the Iron Cross First Class (everyone in the battalion already had the Second Class). They are ruthless and kind.
  Margot had hair the color of fire, and Shella was a snow-white, honey-toned blonde. Here they were, fighting, repelling the onslaught of counterattacking British tanks. The Matildas, with their thick armor, were moving ahead. Next came the all-terrain Cromwells with high-explosive shells and lighter vehicles. The girls dug themselves into the sand. Firing at such tanks head-on was useless. They had to remain undetected, and then...
  The Matilda and Cromwell weigh around thirty tons, and driving over trenches dug in the clayey sand is terrifying. Rain rains down on bare, tanned necks, and you feel the terrible weight of these bastard machines. Take the Cromwell, a typical ironclad with 70-millimeter-thick sloped armor, which even an 88-millimeter gun can't always penetrate. It smells of British gasoline and machine oil, a very pungent smell. The girls have their own surprises: lightweight recoilless rifles. The very first models of the Faustpatrone. As is customary, the men let the women go first, so they can test the latest and most promising weapons.
  But they also threw the girls, contrary to the hypocritical slogan of Nazism: "War is a man"s business, peace for women!", into the very heat of battle.
  However, the infantry has fallen behind, which means there is a chance to sit it out in the trenches and win.
  Shella whispers, afraid to sneeze from the sand falling from the trenches that clogs her nostrils:
  - Only endurance on the battlefield will allow us to avoid the fermentation of the champagne of victory, spoiled by missed deadlines!
  Margot agreed:
  - For those who lack self-control, there will be the sour wine of defeats and the bitter swill of losses!
  But the Matildas, the Cromwells, and a dozen light Mongooses were already behind them. Now it was harvest time.
  Shella, her once-pearlescent hair grayed by dust, digs her bare heels into the hot sand, mentally calling out to the Virgin Mary and other saints, as if to say, "Don't let me down." Her finger presses the trigger gently, sending the shaped charge directly into the gas tank.
  Margot pulls the trigger along with her, also leisurely. Then both girls clap their hands. The charges hit the stern, causing the gas tanks to explode. Orange flames splash through the air like foam, and someone curses.
  Then the short barrels of the British tanks curl up into a kind of tube from the shocks.
  And the tiger girls bravely throw grenades at the enemies. Shrapnel flies in all directions, a destructive stream of cumulative particles tears through armor like a fiery cat's paw ripping through blotting paper.
  Here it is, feminine fury, saying that German women are not at all characterized by composure. And they know how to fight... And let the attack fizzle out.
  Repulsing an infantry assault, typically consisting of Arabs and blacks recruited through raids or various bribes, is much easier. Seeing their tanks knocked out and serious resistance ahead, they retreat at the first casualties.
  Well, and then they completely flee. If that's the style-hurt the weak, so be it for the monsters!
  When the attack finally fizzled out and the girls resumed their run through the desert in the late afternoon, they had a conversation along the way. Shella asked Margo:
  - Do you think we will still be in Alexandria?
  The fire-breathing warrior answered confidently:
  - I think that no later than November, and maybe in October, we will finally occupy Egypt.
  Shella logically and without paying attention to the itch in her calloused soles from the hot sand, suggested:
  - When they destroy this nail in our underbelly, the base in Malta, supplies will improve, when new units arrive, the enemy will no longer have a chance.
  Margo looked around, wondering how much time remained until sunset. She wanted to finally lie down and get a good night's sleep. The proximity of the reddening sun to the horizon calmed the warrior. She lazily remarked:
  "I think the Führer won't miss a repeat of the magnificent landing on Crete after Peru Harbor and Midway. Only this time, they'll actually destroy Malta."
  Shella shouted a curse into the sky:
  - May the Almighty turn all the English bases into hell.
  The sun finally sank below the horizon, and the coolest day of the year, October 21st, came to an end. And with it, Operation Polar Bear began. Why white? A clever disinformation scheme to make people think it was about the north, when in reality, a boxer's devastating swing was in the south.
  The largest British base truly resembled hell. More than a thousand bombers, gathered from across the Eastern Front and with considerable combat experience, along with escort fighters, descended upon it. The British, of course, had been fighting for a long time, but they hadn't expected such a powerful, massive attack. Indeed, who would believe that the Fritzes would dare expose the front, even if the enemy had temporarily calmed down? But the British fighters were now being mercilessly beaten. For example, their ships were attacked by Ju-87s, the famous Stuka. Not particularly fast, but possessing exceptional bombing accuracy (for their time) they tormented the British fleet lurking in the bays. More modern Focke-Wulfs weren't far behind, including even the legendary von Rudel himself, the king of attack aircraft, famous for sinking the most powerful Soviet battleship, the battleship Marat.
  Here, for example, Corporal Richard sees vultures rolling down a hill like sleds. Numerous German bombers emerge from an ice hole like predatory fish. The now-mature Englishman drops his phone in fear. He's never seen such a terrifying sight. The sirens wail long after the bombs have exploded. The blast wave throws British soldiers up, sending severed arms and legs flying in all directions. One of the iron helmets glows red-hot and hits an officer in the face. And he screams:
  - Churchill kaput! Hitler is cool!
  The British anti-aircraft guns didn't start firing immediately, only after thousands of bombs rained down. The enemy had calculated everything correctly: not a single bomb should be wasted. So, crush the enemy and strike. All sectors were already marked on the map. Moreover, the brazen British didn't even camouflage themselves properly. Many of their anti-aircraft guns were clearly visible and were the first to be wiped out.
  The barrel of a thirty-two-foot-long 85-millimeter anti-aircraft gun was thrown up and bent in the air like a donut. Then it crashed down, crushing five Englishmen. One of the black men's stomachs was ripped open, and his intestines spilled out.
  And the bombs rained down, and everything was ablaze. A fuel depot exploded, shells began exploding, scattering nearly the entire wreck, and then another depot struck. To top it all off, the sirens mounted in the fairings of the Ju-87 and Focke-Wulf fighters blared shrilly, causing wild terror among the black and Arab colonial troops. But it seemed the whites were just as frightened.
  For example, two British frigates collided, so hard that their boilers exploded. Even the frigates' wreckage, which had flown into the air, exploded like minefields, while the cruiser simply sank to the bottom.
  A British Cromwell tank, short-barreled but with decent speed and fairly thick frontal armor, accelerated in panic and rammed its own depot, even crushing a dozen of its own crazed soldiers along the way. The chaos escalated. Now the British aircraft carrier began to sag, and a powerful dreadnought opened fire... on the coast where its own soldiers were milling about.
  And in this abyss, two people remained completely unperturbed. One of them, an Indian, was calmly lighting a pipe, and the other was a woman, clearly of Arab descent, but wearing a military uniform. Together, oblivious to the death-or rather, a whole horde of annihilation riders-rushing toward them, they were playing a rather unusual card game. It was a game with fifty-two cards and jokers, and according to rules devised by the Indian himself.
  The Arab woman stated:
  - There's a lot of noise! Why are you causing such a panic?
  One of the soldiers, his back riddled with shrapnel, nearly ran into the Indian, but he casually tossed him aside like a kitten. Drops of blood landed on the Indian's face, and he licked them off, smiling. Then he remarked:
  "Making noise is for weaklings and palefaces. We Apaches believe this: no enemy is good, but an enemy appears - even better!"
  The dark woman remarked:
  "This is a typical weakness of those who profess the Christian faith. They love to talk about sacrifice, but they don't sacrifice themselves."
  The Indian nodded quickly:
  Order is built on a foundation where faith is cement and will is sand! Faith is a heart of gold, and will is an iron fist! Only the palefaces have neither.
  CHAPTER No 5
  And on the German bomber, there's also a girl. In this case, Viola. A very beautiful blonde, and her partner is Nicoletta. And both girls are very sexy. They're dropping a bomb from above. And these warriors are also barefoot and in bikinis.
  The girls are crying:
  - We are such thieves that we are supermen!
  Nicoletta also spits bombs from her fuselage. And crushes the enemy. The British get it too.
  Viola will also launch a lethal bomb from above. And she will kill the fighters of the Leo Empire.
  And also howls:
  - I inspire fear in Britain!
  And he shakes his bare foot. And sings:
  - We'll tear Churchill apart!
  The girls from the Ju-188 are very good at dropping bombs. Their machine is new and more advanced. Its cannons fire very quickly.
  Here the girls shot down an English fighter.
  Their plane is quite fast. The warriors are once again unleashing destruction with their bare feet.
  Viola roars:
  - I drive all my enemies into the grave!
  Nicoletta howls:
  - And I throw at the enemy!
  And with his bare feet he takes it and shakes it!
  These girls really thrash their enemies. And they don't stop. True Aryans.
  And when they twist and shake their bare breasts.
  And again they drop bombs.
  And then there are the girls, on other planes. Here's Eva dropping bombs. She crushes the British and sings:
  - I am such a super person!
  And Eva, too, will pedal with her bare feet.
  And now Viola will drop the bomb again and roar:
  - I'm a wild girl, I want ten men at once in an hour, which is really cool and amazing!
  Several flaming British soldiers plunged into the water to wash away the flames. Even the water boiled as they entered, and screams and wild groans were heard. Bloody circles began to form across the sea foam, thick at first, then gradually becoming paler. And the warriors of what had once been the greatest and most vast empire on Earth were losing their humanity. The Arab woman snorted contemptuously:
  - And these men force us to wear a burqa!
  The red-skinned man, squinting slyly, remarked:
  - Apparently, your menacing look scares them!
  The Arab woman, grinning sarcastically, said:
  - The softness of a woman is like the toughness of armor, only much more deadly and versatile in defense!
  The Germans chose to immediately launch a full attack, the tactic of a boxer who, counting on the enemy's unpreparedness, immediately throws himself at the enemy with all his might. When dozens of enemy planes burn on their airfields, unable to take off. When their own bombs explode inside the Lancasters, destroying everything around them. A brutal, but effective tactic. And so the symphony of hell reached its peak and then began to fade.
  But of course, things didn't end there; the airborne division was brought in. So far, the British, after such treatment, are completely useless, so they can be captured while they're still warm. Fortunately, airborne gliders have already been produced in sufficient quantities, and the methods for towing them have been perfected. They are probably the best in the world today.
  And so they fly, not like vultures-slower, but fast enough, accompanied by Wagner's music, Hitler's favorite masterpiece. Who else alive remembers the film "Apocalypto," where the Americans used this very music while attacking the Vietnamese. How it terrified them. So here it is, Wagner, and thundering melodies, through amplifiers. The paratroopers have smeared their faces with phosphorus and painted themselves up; they look eerily like demons from the underworld. This is also intended for psychological effect. Plus, they've added some reagents to the phosphorus, and a little magnesium powder to create a glow, at least for a short time. So eerie, especially against the backdrop of the smoking glow and numerous fires. They even have machine guns, also camouflaged as dragon's mouths. Then the melodious German and captured submachine guns begin firing. And the mown-down, ragged ranks fall at the victors' heels. And many simply choose to surrender, despite the fact that the English far outnumber the Germans.
  The Indian and the Arab woman hid in a small, carefully camouflaged hole. The Indian remarked:
  - We plowed them well!
  The black-haired woman was surprised:
  - You say we? Maybe you mean us?
  The Indian shook his head:
  - No! The palefaces are beating the English, and that's a good sign! And when the time comes, our holiday will come! When the Indians liberate their continent!
  The Arab woman snorted contemptuously:
  - And you don"t by any chance claim to rule the world?
  The Indian smiled tenderly, as if explaining something to a mentally retarded child:
  - Those who want too much usually end up with nothing! So a big spoonful is a mouthful!
  The Führer, of course, didn't see what his falcons and hawks were up to, but he basically guessed that the German military machine would handle everything perfectly. Generally speaking, German offensive military operations up until the Kursk Bulge were carried out at a highly professional level. Some even call them exemplary. It's strange that such a machine stalled and then completely collapsed.
  And the girls see a similar dream, a kind of prophetic vision, interrupted by a harsh command - get up!
  
  
  TSAR MICHAEL II
  Nicholas II was the victim of an assassination attempt in Japan. He died while still heir to the throne. This famous assassination attempt occurred in real history. Tsarevich Nicholas was wounded, but miraculously survived.
  But the miracle didn't happen. This luck, for the unluckiest tsar in all of Russian history. Nicholas died... And with him died the great loser, who, unwittingly, of course, nonetheless brought down the Tsarist empire and dynasty.
  And so, in 1894, at the age of fifteen, Mikhail II ascended the throne. He was Tsar Nicholas's brother. A generally intelligent man, quite tough and brave. Mikhail Alexandrovich Romanov commanded a savage division during World War I and distinguished himself in battle. He was, in general, a tougher man than Nicholas, taller, with a more expressive face. Was he smarter? Nicholas II was no fool, a talented man. But he wasn't tough enough, strong-willed enough, and born to be tsar. And then, of course, there were Nicholas II's problems, especially with his wife.
  Mikhail is no dumber than his brother, and most importantly, luckier... Well, Nikolai, that's a rather bad name for a tsar. And Nikolai was the first to fail. From the very beginning, there was the Decembrist rebellion. Then came the unsuccessful start of the war with Iran. Victory was won, but the conquests weren't all that great. And Iran, a priori, is no rival for Russia. The war with Turkey. Also not very successful at first. And the victories cost a lot of blood. And the conquests weren't many.
  And then there was the war in the Caucasus with Shamil, which lasted almost forty years. And that was bad; expansion froze. And finally, defeat in the Crimean War. And according to rumors, Tsar Nicholas was the first to commit suicide.
  Yes, that Tsar was an unlucky one. Mikhail I... He came to the throne during the Time of Troubles. He saved Russia. He did a little, recapturing cities from Poland. He made some headway in Siberia. His lifespan, however, was rather short. But he was, overall, a normal Tsar. And without any serious flaws.
  Mikhail Romanov's policies were the same as those of Nicholas II: expansion into China and the East. The construction of Port Arthur. Diplomacy with Germany, preparations for war with Japan. Of course, it was obvious that war with the Land of the Rising Sun was inevitable. It was arming itself too aggressively. But the young tsar wanted glory, he wanted conquests, he wanted to create a Yellow Russia. Moreover, it was obvious that China promised to become a colossal power in the future, and it was better to divide it now. For now, it was fragmented.
  Japan attacked the Russian squadron in Port Arthur.
  Then Admiral Makarov was dispatched. This time, there was no death. Partly because Mikhail prevented Tsarevich Kirill from interfering with Makarov, and he wasn't on the ship. This altered the route slightly.
  Admiral Makarov trained the squadron. Then, when the Japanese were caught in mines, he was able to attack Togo's fleet.
  The naval battle ended in a decisive victory for the Russian fleet. True, the Japanese did eventually lay siege to Port Arthur. But not for long. Mikhail dismissed Kuropatkin, appointing a younger and more capable commander. And again, victories were won on land.
  Japan, in short, was defeated at sea. And then the landings began.
  The samurai surrendered. Russia reclaimed the Kuril Islands, seized Taiwan, and Korea.
  Subsequently, a number of Chinese provinces voluntarily joined the empire, forming Yellow Russia. The Tsarist empire expanded and flourished.
  No Duma, no unnecessary democracy. Life was pure bliss! The country was rapidly developing. But naturally, the First World War was inevitable. And then came the hour of the dragon.
  But by this time, Russia already had the light Luna-2 tank, the heavy Peter the Great tank, designed by Mendeleev's son, and the world's most powerful bombers: the Svyatogor and Ilya Muromets. Such was its might!
  And the Russian army began to win from the very first days. Moreover, the number of Tsarist troops was greater due to the fact that China was already half-annexed.
  Russian troops routed the Germans in East Prussia and encircled Königsberg. They also took Lvov and Przemysl on the fly. Russia had too many soldiers and a large number of light, mobile tanks, which were unmatched and proved a formidable force. One army after another fell.
  Now the Russian armies have captured Budapest.
  Germany found itself in a difficult situation. Russian troops were already approaching the Oder. Italy had also declared war on Austria. True, the Ottoman Empire entered the war against Russia. But this only resulted in defeat and rout on all fronts.
  Russian troops had already crossed the Oder. And in the winter, they began their assault on Berlin. The city proved impossible to hold. The Germans still had much of their forces tied up in the West.
  And Wilhelm and his staff quickly declared peace, or rather capitulation.
  The war lasted only six months. Russian troops captured Istanbul. And Türkiye was occupied by the army of Tsar Mikhail II.
  Following this, the Peace of Peterhof was concluded. Austria-Hungary disintegrated and ceased to exist. Galicia and Bukovina became Russian provinces. The Czech Republic and Slovakia became kingdoms under Tsar Mikhail II. Hungary also recognized the Russian Tsar as its monarch.
  Krakow and other lands were incorporated into the Kingdom of Poland. East Prussia was cut off, Danzig became a Russian city. Asia Minor and most of Iraq, including Baghdad, became Russian. The British received only the province of Basra and Palestine, and France southern Syria.
  The Kingdom of Yugoslavia was also formed, with Michael II as co-ruler. Italy also snatched some for itself. Thus, Russia was able to become a major conqueror, suffering few losses at minimal expense. Germany, however, was forced to pay Russia the bulk of the reparations. An impressive victory!
  CHAPTER No 2.
  After this, there were several more small wars. Russia captured most of Afghanistan-the south went to Britain-and two-thirds of Iran-the south also went to Britain. Then, Tsarist, French, and British troops finally divided the Saudi Arabian Peninsula. Hegemony emerged. Japan also managed to grab some German possessions.
  Until 1929, economic growth was observed worldwide, particularly in Russia. But then came the Great Depression. This brought Hitler to power in Germany.
  In Russia, revolutionary sentiment and strikes were also on the rise. But then, in 1931, a new war broke out with Japan over China. Russia was stronger, and Admiral Kolchak, a worthy successor to Admiral Makarov, commanded the fleet.
  Victories, landings, and Japan, with all its Pacific possessions, became a province of Russia. And Tsar Mikhail II also became Emperor of Japan. It was going so well. But the struggle for world domination was not over.
  Hitler was building up his forces. A coalition emerged: Germany, Italy, and Russia against Britain, France, Holland, Belgium, and the United States.
  In 1940, the Tsarist army had effectively completed the conquest of China and had reached the French, Dutch and English territories.
  Hitler began the war on June 22, 1941, with the invasion of France. The Führer had a brilliant plan and the genius of Meinstein. Russia launched an offensive against British and French colonies in Asia and Africa. Such was the brutality of war.
  Russia already held the world's largest population, and its army was equipped with the best and most advanced tanks and aircraft. Helicopters, fighter jets, attack aircraft, and bombers, including jets, were already in mass production! Overall, everything was going wonderfully.
  Hitler occupied France, Belgium, Holland, and Denmark in a month and a half! Tsarist Russia occupied Norway and Sweden, as well as India, Indochina, southern Iran, the Saudi Peninsula, and entered Egypt.
  The colonial English and French troops were distinguished by their low fighting ability and had very low morale, surrendering practically without resistance.
  Hitler wanted to move on to Africa himself, but Spain opposed Germany. Then the fascists attacked Franco's regime and crushed it. And then Portugal. After a fierce assault, they took Gibraltar!
  Russia and Germany then conquered Africa. Here, vast expanses, jungles, deserts, and the lack of roads were more of a hindrance than the resistance of the weak and confused colonial forces of Britain, France, and Portugal.
  Territories were being seized. Sporadic battles and sporadic resistance continued. Russian tanks remained the best, with excellent cross-country ability, especially the medium-range "Nikolai," named after Tsarevich Nicholas, who was killed by the Japanese.
  But if you knew what cruel fate the samurai Tsuda Sanzo saved Russia from, they'd have built him a monument the size of the Eiffel Tower in St. Petersburg. Or maybe you'd name a tank after him.
  In any case, the Nikolai-3 was a relatively light tank-just under thirty tons-and a mobile one, powered by a diesel engine. It was faster than the legendary T-34, had thicker, more sloped frontal armor, a lower silhouette, and a longer-barreled gun, albeit of a similar caliber: 76mm.
  Be that as it may, Russia captured more than two-thirds of Africa, with the rest going to Germany and Italy. And after massive bombing in May 1942, a joint Russian-German landing in Britain followed. The fighting lasted only two weeks, and both England and Ireland were occupied.
  And a month later they occupied Ireland.
  America acted rather passively, wary of entering such a dangerous war, but still provided Britain with resources. So Hitler, Mussolini, and Nicholas II decided to finish off the most powerful economic power.
  Russia shares a border with America along Alaska. And they've already built a railway to Chukotka-which is very useful for the war!
  And so the Russian, Tsarist army moves forward... and enters Alaska. And American tanks are no match for the Russians. That's how things turned out.
  Russian troops began landing in Alaska on September 1, 1942... And they advanced quite successfully.
  Rapidly expanding the bridgehead. And, as always, beautiful Russian girls are participating in the battles.
  They're on the latest Nikolai-4 tank. The warriors are barefoot, wearing nothing but bikinis. And they have a more powerful 85mm long-barreled gun: the scourge of the Shermans.
  It's already November, snow has fallen, but the beautiful girls: Natasha, Maria, Aurora and Svetlana, do not recognize any clothes and fight almost naked.
  Here the warriors fire and destroy a Sherman with a precise hit. They bare their teeth. Natasha fired and roared:
  - I beat everyone for the Tsar!
  And how it will fire again!
  Then Maria fired, and so accurately that she tore off the Sherman's turret.
  She took it and chirped:
  - I'm a girl who cuts metal!
  And then Aurora will launch the projectile. And also precisely and accurately.
  The warrior squeaks:
  - The highest level of aerobatics!
  And then Svetlana hits with all her furious force. The blonde girl is a destroyer. And she screams:
  - I am a demon of hell!
  And the whole four of them set off, moving through the south of Alaska.
  And here's the "Alexander-4" tank, also a new model, with beautiful women. It has a powerful 130-mm long-barreled gun, eight machine guns, and a crew of five beautiful women in bikinis.
  They also drive along and shoot, knock out Americans, and penetrate Shermans.
  Alenka launched the projectile with her bare toes and sang:
  - For the glory of Tsar Michael!
  Anyuta supported the firing, mowing down the Americans:
  - The great king!
  She hit Augustine and broke through the Sherman, hissing:
  - For peace, labor, empire!
  Mirabella was next to open fire. She also broke her opponent's armor and hissed:
  - For a new Russian order!
  And then the Olympics released the projectile, and it smashed and roared:
  - I am such power and pain for the enemy!
  The girls are walking well and keeping the fire going. Their emerald and sapphire eyes gleam with the flames of hell.
  And the newest, impenetrable from all angles, Alexander-4 tank, goes along and batters the Americans. Such is the spectacle and the certain destruction.
  And the girls, what a sight! It's freezing, and they're wearing nothing but bikinis, almost naked-it's beautiful! We're bringing our cat with us!
  Alenka fires a shell at the American car. Rams it and sings:
  - I'm a world star!
  And then Anyuta will take it and let go, cut down the enemy, and hiss:
  - And glory to the empire!
  And then Augustine will be hit by a shell, will mow down the enemy, will break the enemy"s armor and will squeak:
  - I'm a red-haired and shameless girl!
  And then Mirabella will slam in. And fire a lethal shell at the enemy. It will tear off the turret and screech:
  - A battering ram from a battering ram!
  And then the beautiful and powerful Olympiada will take over. She'll fire the most lethal of shells. She'll crush the enemy tank and yell:
  - I'll sweep everyone away!
  Here's a seventy-ton tank moving forward, smashing through enemy fortifications. And it moves effortlessly through the snow-its engine is state-of-the-art-a gas turbine! You can't stop such a machine so easily.
  Alenka sings:
  - No one will stop us! No one will defeat us! Russian wolves are tearing the enemy apart! Russian wolves - salute the heroes!
  And again, using her bare toes to pull the trigger, she hits the enemy. What a girl!
  Anyuta also fell using her bare feet and squealed:
  - And I'm super!
  And then Augustine launches a projectile and howls:
  - I'm a wild girl!
  And Mirabella will release something truly killer and roar:
  - To new, unbending frontiers!
  And he will show his tongue, so pink and long.
  And then the Olympics will hit and destroy the Americans, and will do it very well.
  Well, overall, victory is clearly in sight. This battle is won, and the Russian, Tsarist troops are advancing further.
  By the end of December 1942, all of Alaska had already been captured by the Tsarist army, and fighting was underway in Canada.
  Besides tanks, jet pilots also fight. The US has plenty of aircraft, but their quality is very poor. They can't compare to Russian jets, which crush the enemy with the intensity of Terminators.
  And the girls Anastasia and Margarita on their planes "Ekaterina"-6 how effectively collect accounts.
  Anastasia shoots down eight American planes with one burst of fire from five aircraft cannons and screams:
  - I'm just a super-class warrior!
  And with his bare feet he presses on the pedals.
  Margarita shoots down ten American planes with one burst and squeals:
  - And I'm a class higher!
  Anastasia, with her bare toes, presses the trigger and fires at the enemy. She shoots down seven US Army vehicles and squeals:
  - I am such a warrior that the king is in admiration!
  Margarita will also release the killer and squeak:
  - And not only the king! We are very beautiful!
  The girls fight and shoot down various vehicles. They throw their opponents away like dead mice in a garbage can. And they destroy US aircraft.
  Anastasia shot down a few more planes and growled:
  - For the two-headed royal eagle!
  Margarita, baring her fangs, squealed:
  - For something so cool!
  And she also hit a dozen more American cars. That's the kind of girls they are. Girls who love to kill. And tear things apart!
  And this couple works...
  Switches to ground targets. And fires from the Shermans, piercing them right through. Like a needle through metal. And splitting the strongest iron and steel. That's how the smashing took them.
  Anastasia punches through several Shermans and squeals to herself:
  - I am a girl who is capable of a lot!
  Margarita also beats the Americans on land and squeals:
  - Nothing will stop me, and nothing has ever stopped me!
  Anastasia crushes the enemy, knocks down tanks and screams:
  - For the king, who is the wiser and the cooler!
  The girls are, of course, gorgeous! And most importantly, in just one bikini! And invincible!
  No one can defeat or stop the girls!
  Anastasia, shooting, screams at the top of her lungs:
  - I am the girl who breaks steel!
  Margarita, continuing to shoot, adds:
  - And any metal!
  The girls are flying and shooting... Even though it's freezing and winter, that doesn't stop them. Fighting is raging in Canada.
  Anastasia fires again and roars:
  - I'm like a kid!
  Margarita actively confirms and thrashes with the fury of a panther:
  - I am the one who is the most fun and the coolest!
  The girls, as you can see, really have great calculations and indescribable luck!
  They're collecting half-naked bills for themselves! And they know no grief, no doubt! They clearly have so many different opinions!
  But, to put it simply, the beauties got lucky. They just went and took out a four-star general with an air strike. Magnificent beauties. They'll hit him right on target!
  Once again, Russian and German tanks are moving across Canada.
  Here's Gerda's crew, in a German T-4. The vehicle is frankly weak compared to Soviet vehicles. But these girls are tough - they fight barefoot and in bikinis in the freezing cold. And that's saying something!
  Let's face it, these warriors are awesome! They know no doubt or weakness! Their eyes sparkle with sapphires and diamonds! These beauties won't give up an inch of ground to the enemy! They're both holy and vicious.
  They move with colossal energy.
  And so they crush the Americans.
  Gerda fired with her bare toes and chirped:
  - I'm a wild girl! And not a virgin at all!
  And after that he burst out laughing.
  Charlotte also fired her cannon. It wasn't very powerful, but it was fast-firing:
  - I'm like a red-hot, stinging bee!
  After which the beauty will take and show her long tongue!
  And then Christina slapped me and squealed:
  - And my vocals! Fangs strike!
  And he too will bare his wolfish teeth and roar:
  - There will be a new victory!
  The warriors really are so tough and aggressive. And they have so much muscular strength and unbridled fury.
  And Magda will also fire at the enemy. She'll destroy a Sherman from a distance, hitting it perfectly right on the gun, and roar:
  - I'm such a cool German!
  The four, despite the fact that the car is not the best, fights successfully.
  And why? Because they're practically naked! And the warriors slay the enemy quite beautifully.
  Gerda remarks with pride:
  - We are such that we are worthy of the Fuhrer!
  After which the beauty will shoot again and bare her cute little face.
  The warriors here have an Aryan spirit. And they're not afraid of the cold. Although winter in Western Canada is still very cold.
  But nothing - only barefoot, and almost naked. Then there will be luck and victory!
  These warriors are full of proud spirit.
  Even now, Aryan women have no equal in tenacity. Except for Russian girls.
  But Natasha, in a Nikolai-3, is also wearing a bikini and barefoot, and she'll shoot, turn around, and walk around. Her tank, however, is better than the German T-4. The fighting here is fierce and quite aggressive.
  The Yankees try to snap back. But then Natasha knocked down the "Witch" and hissed, baring her pearly teeth:
  - I'm such a girl that no one can approach me!
  And Maria fired accurately at the American tanks. He'd pierce them and hiss with a bared tooth:
  - No force can take us!
  And now the Aurora takes its turn firing. The Sherman is destroyed. She's quite the girl.
  And then Svetlana will make her contribution... How she will hit the Americans hard.
  There are also battles at sea. The Russian fleet is capturing the Philippines.
  And here, too, is a crew: barefoot sailor girls. Also nearly naked beauties, in bikinis. True, the weather in the Philippines is wonderful even in winter-warm, after all, it's almost on the equator.
  And the girls enjoy fighting and shooting. And running around, flashing their bare, round heels. The girls here are simply delightful. The very best - super!
  By the way, they love to rape prisoners! They tie them up and then ride them. And they even do it so hard that the prisoners lose consciousness! And they arrange total extermination for themselves-or rather, not for themselves, but for their enemies.
  These crews of half-naked girls are so cool. And there's no stopping them or squashing them!
  The female warriors board an American cruiser. They leap on board, nearly naked, barefoot, their muscles rippling beneath their tanned skin. And they furiously hack at the Americans. And they don't give them the slightest chance of survival.
  And then you see the beautiful Stella and her partner Masha. Both girls are tall, muscular blondes, and they're absolutely slashing at everyone. Every blow is a slash, a ripping, ripping body!
  The girls are walking along the American ship. They wave right - it's a street, they wave left - it's an alley!
  And the girls won't stop at nikah! They don't leave their opponents a chance! And if they start roaring and shaking their muscles!
  And again they wave their swords and howl:
  - We girls are for the Tsar, the Fatherland and Mikhail Romanov!
  And they chop them down like samurai cabbage. So Stella goes and kicks an American officer in the groin with her bare foot. He flies higher and jumps overboard.
  The blonde terminator will give out:
  - They pay royalties for my blows!
  And she'll bare her teeth again, flashing her pearly teeth! What a girl! She's the very essence and the very essence!
  And the girls rush on. And they pass like a tornado. They don't give the enemy a chance. They have colossal power. Darkness upon dark of devils and thousands upon thousands of angels.
  And here comes Masha, slashing down and cutting off three heads with two sabers! What a girl she is - a girl to beat!
  Both beauties chop like nails driven with swords. And there's no weakness or hesitation in their actions. They move forward, never retreating or surrendering. Justice demands the unification of humanity. One empire, one crown, one goal, and expansion into space.
  At this very moment, the first artificial satellite is being launched into orbit. Here it is, circling the globe.
  And the Russian girls in bikinis fight hard. And they don't give in to their opponents. And the American beauties fall, cut down. After all, these girls are of the highest class and skill.
  They once fought in Japan. They also fought at the highest level. They captured the Emperor himself. They demonstrated their colossal skill. They have such passion and so much muscle power. Of course, such girls are a miracle of miracles!
  They hacked to pieces samurai in the palace. And they were also almost naked and barefoot. Girls who could do things that surprised their enemies.
  They chopped up any kind of meat and demonstrated their artistry. The warriors, unwavering, advanced.
  Here's an American admiral's head chopped off with a saber. And how the beauties will laugh, baring their fangs.
  And again they attack and hack away. Such warriors are real monsters. And on the throne is Tsar Mikhail. The son of Alexander III, but not the same. More successful, more decisive, more strong-willed, and also a talented ruler.
  But, of course, luck plays a role, plus even greater rigor-Mikhail waged a relentless fight against corruption, which had a positive impact on the army. But the most effective know-how is using bikini-clad women for military purposes. And women are very beautiful when they're almost naked and barefoot.
  So the battles rage on, with varying success. And the beautiful female warriors are very accurate shots, better than the men. And most importantly, when the girls are almost naked, they are practically invulnerable. Bullets and shells don't affect them. A very strong army of female warriors. Now that's awesome. That was Tsar Mikhail's idea-to use girls almost naked and barefoot, and it brought victory.
  And the girls in battle even threw grenades and daggers with their bare toes, demonstrating their wild fury.
  The girls were quite dashing. They were very beautiful, playful, and fast-footed. No one could stop them.
  Warriors are quite fast... A girl's bare feet are a very effective weapon. But what can they do? A lot. The bare soles themselves draw energy from the earth, and the beautiful warriors are frisky.
  It must be said that girls are the most beautiful thing in the world, that there is something wonderful and with the fury of cobras!
  The American cruiser was captured. The captured men fell prostrate. Then the warrior women thrust their feet into their faces and forced them to kiss them. The girls cooed, and their bare soles felt pleasant and ticklish when licked.
  But the beauties enjoyed having their bare feet showered with kisses and their heels kissed.
  After which the girls burst out laughing. And they bare their teeth!
  But then it got better, the girls sunbathed a bit naked and went swimming. Such beautiful warriors. And how could you kiss such a foot? And lick every toe.
  The girls are super.
  Here's the Alexander-4 tank in action again. It's still going strong, and it's already February. The troops are moving on. Closer and closer to US territory. The girls are so cool.
  Natasha shoots accurately. And she hits very accurately.
  The girl shoots extremely accurately and shouts:
  - We will crush the enemy!
  Then Maria shoots. She takes the shot and defeats her opponent:
  - I am super!
  Maria is a very beautiful girl, and very active.
  And her bare feet are very beautiful and graceful in their eroticism:
  - We will destroy the enemy!
  And Aurora is such a girl, and she"s super, with her bare stomach and breasts, and such scarlet, puffy nipples:
  - I'll break through the enemies and do super!
  And how she shakes her red hair!
  And she'll hit me again with her bare, chiseled feet. These warriors are so cool!
  And then Svetlana will take it upon herself to strike the enemy:
  - I love the Tsar and I will hang a noose around the necks of my enemies!
  Now the girls will laugh. How impudent and cool they have become.
  Americans run from the girls. Or surrender. Or die. The warriors are so beautiful, and very barefoot, and the girls are so wonderful. And it's pleasant and effective to fight in just a bikini. The warriors are so delightful.
  Natasha shoots at the Americans again and hisses:
  - You are my brother and I am your brother! Or rather, sister!
  And again, she wiggles her long tongue. An aggressive warrior, let's say, and a beauty!
  And then Anyuta shook her naked breasts. And screamed and bared her teeth. And sent a shell at the Americans. And just went and hit them.
  - The beauty destroyed it! And it squeaks:
  - This is who I am and I'm a super girl!
  She's a beautiful girl and she loves sex. And that's nice!
  And the girl took it and hit him, and growled:
  - We will win and destroy the enemy!
  And here comes Aurora, who will hit and pound:
  - I am the king and a cool girl!
  The warrior can also be quite a greyhound.
  The girls are laughing to themselves.
  But Svetlana took it to the extreme. She even offered such high fees for destroying enemies and even kissed the devil:
  - This is such a totalitarian aerobatics!
  The tank is very agile and lethal. It can defeat the weak and tall Sherman. So the battles here favor Tsarist Russia.
  Natasha fired again. And cooed:
  - For your idol!
  Maria started shooting. The girl is very beautiful, and she has golden hair. By the look of it.
  The girl hit me, and with her bare toes she aimed and squealed:
  - This is murder for the Tsar!
  And here's Aurora hitting the American. And the girl, let's say, really, really aggressive, and squealed:
  - Let's board for real!
  And now the girl showed herself to be really strong.
  And Svetlana is aggressive and feisty. She kicked the enemy with her bare foot and tore him apart.
  And she chirped, baring her teeth:
  - I am a lady who flies like an eagle!
  So the girls started pounding with wild force. And there was no stopping these beauties' aggression. No backing down, no giving in.
  Natasha fired again and hissed:
  - Until complete destruction!
  And Mary, without any nails, was much more successful in destroying enemies, and began to break her opponents.
  And then the Aurora went and fired its cannon at the enemy. And quite successfully, with colossal aplomb. And it crushed, pulverized the enemy. And molten debris flew from the Sherman in all directions.
  And Svetlana will also shoot and sing:
  - I am a girl of big dreams and great beauty!
  The warriors truly demonstrate a remarkable will to win.
  It's no wonder the empire became so powerful and great. It could have surpassed the achievements of Genghis Khan.
  The warriors move forward... and shoot, shoot, and tear apart enemy positions, as if slicing them open with a knife. Or rather, with a very sharp and hardened dagger. And now the Russian troops are truly invincible. And the reign of the great empire.
  If you think about it, Russia's history has been full of wars and difficult periods. But Nicholas II, for the most part, was simply unlucky! He turned out to be a failure. But tactics are crucial. As the great Russian chess player Alekhine demonstrated, when he would take his opponent's place, turning the board over and winning. Genius is genius.
  Despite all the problems of Tsarist Russia, the factor of naked girls alone solved a lot.
  Helicopters and combat vehicles also take part in battles, as do crews with girls in bikinis and barefoot. What is the quality of an army made up of girls? The most outstanding. Nothing can stop or defeat such an army.
  So, in this army, there are barefoot and almost naked girls. The crew of Captain Varvara's helicopter. Isn't that amazing! The sea will swell up! And then they'll fire like aircraft cannons. And then missiles too. These girls are real hurricanes, like tornadoes.
  They are in no way inferior to the enemy. The Russian army is ready for battle and great achievements.
  Varvara is a beautiful, light-haired, almost naked girl. She roars at the top of her lungs:
  - The enemies will not pass! And they will not run away!
  And it will unleash a lethal discharge from all the jets of its most powerful machine. And it will rush over the enemy. And it will mow them down with a devastating bend.
  But modest Olga went ahead and launched a missile at the American positions and hissed:
  - I fought not with bast shoes, but barefoot!
  And she'll wink with her sapphire eyes. Yes, these girls are such incredibly admirable aerobatics. With him, you can climb a mountain and carry your naked bodies to a dragon.
  And their legs are so graceful and unique! And their waists are thin, and their bodies are very muscular.
  Varvara will hit and howl:
  - I can make a hole in the globe for the king!
  And he will bare his face and wink his eyes.
  The warriors are at their best here. Here's Tatiana, also a girl in a bikini, who just squeals:
  - Let there be a king over all the earth!
  And it will flash its pearly teeth. And it will hit from a helicopter like a nail. And it will pass through with murder. And it will really fry metal. And it will cause the destruction of a bunker.
  These girls are just girls to girls! And then, when the prisoners are brought in, those girls kiss and lick their bare feet. It's the most sophisticated way to both humiliate and reward.
  
  INVINCIBLE ROMMEL
  In it, Rommel's army was able to achieve victory in Africa in November and December 1941. This was also because the brilliant Rommel's partner avoided the grave mistakes that occurred in real history.
  As a result, the Germans routed the advancing British and held their territory. Initially, this didn't affect the course of the fighting, as the Germans suffered a defeat on the Eastern Front near Moscow.
  However, the Führer's plans subsequently changed. By this point, Rommel had managed to take Tolbuk and was advancing on Egypt. Hitler decided to temporarily defend the eastern front and, for now, concentrate his efforts on Africa and the Middle East.
  However, since the offensive in Africa required fewer forces, the Nazis also carried out several operations in the east. They routed Soviet forces in Kerch, encircled them near Kharkov, and removed a thorn in the Smolensk direction. The offensive of General Vlasov's Second Shock Army near Leningrad also ended in defeat.
  Sevastopol fell after a siege and assault. And the Nazis fortified their positions. Fighting unfolded on the Rzhev Salient. Here, the Nazis managed to hold out.
  But in Egypt, Rommel, having received reinforcements, won a decisive victory. Building on this success, the Germans advanced through Palestine, captured Iraq and Kuwait, and then the entire Middle East, gaining access to oil.
  After which the fascists turned to Sudan and tried to capture the whole of Africa.
  At the same time, the assault on Gibraltar followed, and German troops penetrated into Morocco and further into the African expanses.
  But the Germans' success was facilitated by energetic work in the rear, where Hitler also did something more skillfully than in real history.
  Upon awakening, Hitler-the-Terminator took a bath with the girls and ate breakfast of salad, cauliflower porridge, and a few other vegetables, adding some low-fat, multi-layered goat cheese and caviar. Afterwards, he summoned Speer, formally presenting the new Reich Minister with the document signing the Enabling Act. Adolf, possessed by the rage, was quite insistent:
  "Weapons production in the Third Reich is extremely low! We're lagging behind not only war-torn Britain, but also the totalitarian USSR. And we need air superiority, while increasing production of old weapons and transitioning to new ones. Especially the advanced jet bombers. After all, their incredible speed and high ceiling allow them to destroy British cities with near impunity!"
  Speer radiated optimism:
  "Germany and Poland have an abundance of coal, France has iron ore, and we have enough equipment to produce a multitude of machines. After all, we produce more aluminum and duralumin than all the countries in the world combined!"
  The possessed Adolf nodded:
  - Until then! Britain and the US are also ramping up production, but we need to conserve every gram of metal. Let schoolchildren and other kids as young as five assemble metal parts. Besides, why make the wings and fuselage entirely out of duralumin? We could use wood or fabric. For example, make monoblock wings. So what? We need a new jet fighter weighing no more than two tons, easy to fly, simple to manufacture, and cheap! The number of assembly parts must be reduced to a minimum, and we must also find ways to minimize the aircraft's weight and improve its aerodynamic properties. By the way, aircraft designers are coming soon, and we'll train them.
  Speer smiled:
  - Of course, my Führer. As far as I understand, you plan to recall all highly skilled workers from the army?
  The possessed Adolf confirmed:
  "We'll recruit only highly skilled workers from among foreigners. That way, there will be fewer slackers, and therefore fewer partisans. We'll certainly reduce the number of ground forces; if there's no war with the USSR, we won't need so much infantry, but... Not radically, but I plan to defeat Gibraltar and Malta in the coming months, occupy all of North Africa, and then further into the Middle East. We'll still need ground forces. Furthermore, we need to build additional shipyards both in Germany itself and in France, Belgium, Holland, and Norway. We need aircraft carriers, battleships, and transports. And the Mediterranean will be transformed into a kind of inner-German lake. Do you understand?"
  Speer bowed:
  - Yes, my Führer! I have already ordered the development of a construction program...
  The cunning Adolf added:
  "The working day can be extended to 16 hours if our emergency plans require it. Aircraft production must be increased to 100 aircraft per day in just nine months... More than triple the current rate, and even that's by no means guaranteed to be enough!"
  Speer hastened to encourage the Fuhrer:
  "Our pilots are superior to the British, so numbers aren't everything. We'll find new ways to beat plowshares into swords. As far as I understand, aviation is our priority?"
  The Fuhrer clenched his fist tighter:
  "Our priority is jet aircraft, bombers, and then fighter aircraft, plus the production of new equipment and the development of wonder weapons! Not just in aviation, but also in tanks and artillery, primarily jets... We'll discuss this in more detail."
  The bell rang and the leading aircraft designers of the Third Reich entered the room.
  Messerschmitt, relatively young with a high forehead, Heinkel, already elderly but very agile, the athletically built Tank, Lippisch, and a couple more less well-known ones.
  Adolf pointed to the chairs and ordered them to lay out the drawings on the table:
  "Your task is to create a new, highly powerful, and modern weapon. Germany has more wind tunnels than any other country in the world, and the technology of many aircraft is quite backward. Yet, only the Ju-88 can significantly increase its speed by making the aircraft more streamlined. Specifically, the cockpit should be given a teardrop-shaped, convex shape, which will improve visibility, give the pilot more space, and also increase speed by a good five kilometers due to improved aerodynamics. Additionally, the firing points of both bombers and fighters, bomb racks, and air brakes in the inoperative position need to be streamlined."
  You write down what I tell you!
  The designers nodded in unison:
  - Yes, exactly, great Fuhrer!
  Adolf continued:
  The HE-129 should be redesigned to streamline the gun bay and install a movable cannon to protect against attacks from the rear and lower hemisphere. Furthermore, this attack aircraft should be equipped with an engine boost system. Along with the redesign, production of similar attack aircraft should be increased. Their devastating air strikes will paralyze the British. Furthermore, the Ju-87 dive bomber should be used in Britain. We'll put the obsolete aircraft to good use...
  Adolf paused. The designers remained silent. The Führer remarked:
  "I have serious doubts about the F -190. The vehicle is heavy and not maneuverable enough, and it doesn't have a system for refilling the tanks with inert gases to replace used fuel. Because of this, it could even be knocked out with a single incendiary bullet. What would Tank have to say about this?"
  The famous SS designer, standing at attention, remarked:
  "That's our oversight, great Führer. Although the placement of the fuel tanks must be acknowledged to be quite successful; they're less vulnerable to enemy fire while also protecting the pilot. As for maneuverability, well... the armor alone weighs 120 kilograms, and it's not easy for us to lighten it..."
  The possessed Adolf suggested:
  "Try to improve the Focken-Wulf's aerodynamic qualities. Primarily by reducing weight, and wingtips should be folded back to improve handling and maneuverability. Also, aft hemisphere protection should be installed... As for placing the engine forward of the cockpit, this protects the pilot, but requires equipping the aircraft with an ejection device. Incidentally, the engine itself could be made more streamlined, which our manufacturers should definitely consider. By the way, what about the work on the ME-309?"
  Messerschmitt was a little shocked:
  "We're working on it, great Führer. Estimated performance promises to increase the vehicle's speed to 740 kilometers per hour, armed with seven firing points! This will be the most powerful death for the British..."
  Adolf interrupted:
  "The development work needs to be done faster. And you, Speer, speed up the development of the new rapid-fire 30mm aircraft cannon. It could also be used quite successfully against ground targets and enemy aircraft! The new ME-309 should replace the existing ME-109. As for your ME-262 jet aircraft, unfortunately, it has many shortcomings: heavy weight, low operational reliability, excessive accident rate... I'll personally draw up a sketch of the jet aircraft we need."
  Adolf Hitler began designing the aircraft, drawing on his knowledge of modern jet fighters. Not the most modern ones, but rather those from the 1950s, to adapt them to current production and technology levels. He paid particular attention to the technology for varying wing sweep. Explaining the advantages of such a design:
  "During landing and takeoff, the sweep angle will decrease, and during flight, it will increase. This alone will allow a fighter with a modern ME-262 engine to accelerate to 1,100 kilometers per hour. It will also be significantly lighter."
  Messerschmitt looked at the diagram, wrinkled his high, balding forehead and squeezed out:
  - Brilliant! But my Führer, where did you get such deep knowledge of aerodynamics?
  The possessed Adolf narrowed his eyes slyly:
  - And what about just aerodynamics? A gifted person is usually gifted in everything! And mediocrity is mediocrity even in Africa! By the way, what's with the Arado bomber? Show me a diagram?
  The Fuhrer-time traveler took a quick look and shook his head:
  "No, that won't do! The trolley idea is useless; it won't allow the plane to turn and will crash. We need regular retractable landing gear. Consider some design changes for better aerodynamics. Nothing fancy, but some ingenuity."
  Adolf, his mind blown, made a few more comments:
  "The He-177 Griffon aircraft has an extremely unreliable powerplant. It needs to be replaced immediately, with the latest piston engines, initially four in a row, then with the most modern 2950-horsepower engines. As for the ability to strike from high altitude and in a dive, well... Start developing the He-277; this machine will also become a weapon of nemesis. But the main thing is jet bombers. This is the top priority. For example, the Ju-287 should be like that."
  The Führer again sketched a design with forward-swept wings, explaining various nuances to the designers. Adolf became quite enthusiastic, showing various schemes, especially the tailless bomber. And the flying-wing jet design was more than promising. Moreover, the machine was even capable of bombing the United States. He directly pointed out that designers from all over Europe, even Jews, needed to be involved in the work. Finally, realizing that the designers were already overwhelmed, he graciously dismissed them, retaining only Lippisch. The Führer bellowed:
  "And you, Alexander, I ask you to stay! You will be tasked with creating a new, extremely effective weapon."
  Lippisch was surprised:
  - I will be grateful to you, Fuhrer!
  Hitler the Terminator began to explain:
  "You're certainly familiar with the theory of Wieselsberger, who was once Professor Prandtl's assistant in Göttingen. He was the first to develop a theory of the influence of a screen on the underlying surface..."
  Lippisch nodded, smiling:
  - You are well informed, my Führer! Yes, I know this theory!
  The possessed Adolf continued:
  "We need to create an ekranoplan-a sort of hybrid between a torpedo boat and a seaplane. It flies much lower, though, some 20-40 centimeters above the water. In this case, the air mass supporting the ekranoplan consists of two parts. One is the frozen flow under the wing; the other-a rather small one-emerges from under the wing near the trailing edge and is constantly replenished by air coming from above, from the wing leading edge."
  Lippisch readily confirmed:
  - Truly so, my Fuhrer!
  The possessed Adolf continued:
  "However, the bulk of the air remains beneath the lifting surface, creating a pressure there almost equal to the dynamic force. It acts as a kind of air roller, on which the ekranoplan boat "rolls" like clockwork! The first person to use something similar in practice was the Finnish engineer Kaario. He developed a simple rectangular wing-sled that glided over the snow using an ekranoplan and even received a patent for it. Unfortunately, the military didn't appreciate this discovery in time. They say the Russian professor Levkov also conducted similar experiments... So, this could become a new wonder weapon, capable of delivering bombs, torpedoes, and troops to the British coast at the speed of an airplane, all the while remaining invisible to radar. Plus, it could also deliver devastating blows to British ships! Do you agree?"
  Lippisch groped around with his hand, and the helpful waitresses poured him some juice... After taking a sip, the designer remarked:
  "Yes, it's a promising idea, although there will be some technical challenges. For example, stability..."
  The possessed Adolf nodded in a friendly manner:
  "I'll sketch out a rough diagram for you-it's best to do that, and you can polish the fine technical details yourself. The body should be long, reminiscent of an airliner fuselage, flowing into a dolphin-shaped cockpit, with convex windshields and turbojet engines... Although, perhaps piston engines will do for the first models. And when this colossus is towed into clear water, the engines will roar deafeningly and the narrow, predatory body will explode like a whale, kicking up a cloud of spray. Mind you, this colossus is capable of speeding like a fighter jet just meters above the surface."
  Lippisch whistled in genuine admiration:
  - You have a rich imagination, Fuhrer!
  The dashing Adolf was even more inspired:
  "Of course, it would be a wonder weapon. After all, ekranoplans aren't afraid of any storms. They're not afraid of ice-they fly above it. They're not threatened by swampy river mouths and coastal rocks that can wreck ordinary ships, and shallows are like a playground. They can land troops anywhere: from Africa's Skeleton Coast with its diabolical reefs to both coasts of the United States, the Arctic lands of Canada and Alaska. If there were a few hundred of these machines, Britain would fall in two months."
  Lippisch timidly remarked:
  - And the mines?
  The Fuhrer laughed:
  "Mines, exactly! They pose no threat beneath the surface or in shallow water! Just like submarine torpedoes. And the mines themselves are the perfect weapon for countering the most sophisticated submarines, battering them with depth charges. Furthermore, ekranoplans can fire missiles and mines at enemy ships. And of course, I'll show you how to design guided bombs. And of course, landing forces... The ideal means of delivering landing forces, not just with infantry, but with tanks too! Then the entire nature of war will change abruptly! Understand, Lippisch, what business does the Führer trust you with?"
  The designer asked more mercantilely:
  - And the awards?
  Serious Adolf confirmed:
  "Of course, the most generous: an iron cross with diamonds, lands, colonies, subjects! If we conquer Africa entirely, there will be enough land for everyone!"
  Lippisch stated:
  - If the money and resources are provided, the ekranoplan will be ready, but... I also have projects for a tailless fighter.
  The Fuhrer-terminator hastened to reassure the inventor:
  "I've already sketched out a tailless jet bomber; others will take care of it. Just like the fighter, by the way! Ekranoplans are more important, as they're a fundamentally new weapon... Besides, the Gotha company has some very talented designers who will work on them. In the meantime, you work on the ekranoplans. Actually, I have a lot of pressing matters right now, I still need to talk to the tank generals... You'll be given the order..."
  Lippisch left the Führer quite elated. Adolf thought it might be better to first talk to nuclear physicists about developing an atomic bomb, and eventually a hydrogen bomb, but decided against overburdening himself and others at once.
  There were several designers, including the most famous: Porsche and Aders. While the Germans had a qualitative advantage over the Soviets in aviation and submarines (though not everyone admits this!), their tank fleet at the Panzerwald lagged noticeably behind. In particular, the Soviet KV, T-28, and T-34 tanks were superior to the Germans in armor and armament, and the T-34 even surpassed them in mobility. However, the guns of German tanks were not powerful enough to counter the British Matildas and Cromwells, much less the Churchills and Challengers then being developed by the designers. Not to mention the weakness of the armor of German designs...
  Having invited the guests to sit down, the Fuhrer began to read the moral:
  "Unfortunately, Germany currently lacks a reliable anti-tank gun... The T-3, equipped with a 50mm gun, can only scratch the armor of the Matilda or KV... And yet, the Matilda entered service with Britain before the start of World War II. We ourselves have captured Matildas, whose frontal armor is invulnerable. And the Soviet KV can't even be penetrated in the side or hull. The most our tank can do is destroy a track! So, you designers have put us in a situation where the enemy's tanks are much more heavily armored than ours, while the new American Grants and Shermans, already ready for mass production, are also superior in armament. Not to mention Russian vehicles with a 76mm gun. And how are you fulfilling the task of creating new tanks, in particular with an 88mm gun?"
  Porsche replied with confusion:
  "Of course, we're working on similar developments, great Führer. On May 26th, the Armament Directorate gave us an order for a 45-ton ViK -4501 tank. It's supposed to be exactly like that, with an 88-mm anti-aircraft gun converted to a tank turret. We already have preliminary drawings. You can review them, most excellent."
  The Fuhrer asked:
  - And you, Aders?
  Erwin nodded:
  "Back in 1940, we successfully tested the VK -3001, a new heavy vehicle with a 75-millimeter gun. We have a similar weapon in an anti-tank version, but it hasn't yet entered mass production. We were also working on developing the T-6, weighing up to 65 tons, and a lighter 36-ton model. We're trying, great Führer."
  Adolf, imagining himself a know-it-all, began to quickly examine the drawings. Here they were: the first sketches of the fearsome Tiger, Germany's most famous tank of World War II. This vehicle gained fame during the Battle of Kursk. During Soviet times, Tigers were generally disparaged, but later the attitude toward this vehicle became more objective. For its time, this tank was certainly not bad. During the first major skirmish with our KV tanks, three Tigers knocked out ten Soviet vehicles and escaped unscathed. This tank's main advantage was its powerful 88-mm gun, which for a long time had no worthy opponent. However, at Kursk, despite their superior equipment, the Nazis were still routed... The combat statistics of this vehicle, as well as the loss ratio, generally place it among the best vehicles of World War II. But its shortcomings are also obvious. The heavy weight of 56 tons, with only 100-millimeter armor (the sides only 80-millimeter thick!), the great height, the lack of rational armor slope, and poor driving performance. In fact, the IS-2 tank, weighing ten tons less, was superior to the Tiger in both armor and armament... But this tank only appeared in February 1944. The "King Tiger" weighed 68 tons, with 180-millimeter frontal armor... Of course, such a tank was unsuitable for war in Africa, the desert, or for airborne operations; it was simply a machine like an ear of corn with feet of clay. Of course, for its time, the "King Tiger" was quite effective; it could destroy several enemy tanks in a single battle, and once knocked out twenty-five Shermans in an hour. It was reported that a Tiger destroyed twenty-three T-34 tanks in a single battle. But in any case, this tank is simply the embodiment of the irrational use of power and mass. Take, for example, the Soviet T-54 tank... It's a kind of embodiment of the successful, rational use of essentially the same technologies from World War II.
  The Fuhrer declared decisively:
  - No, sir! Such a project is unacceptable! Building a fifty-six-ton vehicle with only 100 millimeters of armor... Where is our vaunted German efficiency and rationality?
  Aders remarked timidly:
  - The French C-2, weighing 70 tons, had 45 mm of armor...
  The Fuhrer-Terminator interrupted angrily:
  "This tank dates back to World War I. The Russian KV-2, on the other hand, had a 152-millimeter howitzer and weighed 52 tons. But that's 152 millimeters, not 88."
  Therefore, I am giving you the task of an 88-millimeter, 71-caliber gun, for a tank weighing no more than forty tons, with at least 180-millimeter frontal armor, 150-millimeter side and hull armor, and a six- to seven-hundred-horsepower engine. And this tank must be put into mass production by the latest deadline, within six months.
  The German designers turned pale and their hands began to shake. Alexander looked at them mockingly. The task was truly a daunting one; the armament and armor were typical of the 1944 King Tiger, and yet they had to reduce the weight by 28 tons! However, Adolf considered it entirely feasible and even gave Porsche a friendly slap on the shoulder.
  "Don't worry, I'll draw you an optimal design that can make do with this relatively light weight. I'm not a tyrant, but a rationalist. But you'll have to redesign a lot. In particular, align the transmission and engine together."
  Aders noted sadly:
  - This will create certain problems for us. In particular, such an arrangement will have the following disadvantages...
  The tough Adolf interrupted:
  "Of course, there will be some problems, but they're basically easily resolvable. Particularly from a technical standpoint. But the engine can be positioned much more compactly, the suspension can be relocated, and... The tank's height needs to be lowered to two meters, and the crew can be seated in a reclining position; then everything will be much more efficient."
  The Führer began sketching a design, a blueprint of sorts, based on the T-54, the most widely produced Soviet tank of the post-war era. This vehicle was so successful that, even before production began in 1947, it was used in combat with the Taliban in Afghanistan. Iraqi troops used them to fight the US Army during Desert Storm and Operation Shock and Awe, or "Iraqi Freedom." In total, more than 70,000 of these tanks were produced. And the vehicle was quite successful. Weighing 36 tons, it had 200-millimeter frontal armor and a 100-millimeter gun. This type had successfully engaged American Paton-type and Pershing tanks during the Korean War. So, for its current technological level, the model was quite suitable and feasible for implementation. And quite simple to produce - cheap... As for the German 88-mm 71 El gun, it was quite penetrating, comparable to all tanks of World War II (except for the frontal armor of the IS-3, which entered service in May 1945!). What about the IS-3? It was a magnificent tank in terms of armor and a pike-shaped turret. However, its driving performance was poor, and it was soon discontinued. Several more models followed, the IS-4, and so on, until they settled on the IS-10, renamed the T-10 after Stalin's death. And this turned out to be the last Soviet heavy tank. Khrushchev banned all development of heavy vehicles, and his successors never reconsidered it!
  Do the Germans even need a tank heavier than forty tons if a medium tank can be equipped with a gun that can penetrate 193 mm of armor at a distance of 1,000 meters?
  The Americans quickly abandoned heavy tanks, and the Pershing weighed no more than 42 tons, and the Sherman a mere 32. But after it became clear that war with the USSR was imminent, a monster with a 120-millimeter gun and a muzzle velocity of almost 1,000 meters per second appeared. However, the Americans soon became disillusioned with this tank as well. Before the IS-10, the most widely produced post-war tank was the IS-4, with 250-millimeter frontal armor and 170-millimeter side armor. A reliable vehicle, although it weighed over 60 tons. In any case, Germany should also be commissioned to develop a heavy tank, but no more than 50 tons. For example, the IS-10 weighed exactly 50 tons, with 290-millimeter frontal armor and a 125-millimeter gun. By the way, what is the best caliber? During the war, the most common Sherman and Churchill models had 100mm and 152mm of frontal armor. Well, the King Tigers were quite capable of handling this. But the Panther began to fall slightly behind: its 75mm caliber, even with its high muzzle velocity, was insufficient. So Panthers with 88mm guns appeared, though only towards the end of the war, and there weren't many of them. The fact that the Wehrmacht had no plans to rearm its tanks and anti-tank guns with larger calibers suggests that this state of affairs suited everyone. True, there was the Jagdtiger self-propelled gun with a 128mm gun and 250mm of frontal armor, but only 71 were produced, and such a meager number couldn't have influenced the course of the war. Incidentally, what is interesting is that by the time of the Jagdtigers' capitulation, 43 units were still in service, which speaks to the extreme survivability of such a machine.
  Incidentally, Stalin ordered the IS-2 to be immediately armed with a 122-millimeter gun, even though its penetrating power was excessive for German tanks (except for the King Tiger, of which only 458 were produced). Many advised the dictator to limit himself to a 100-millimeter barrel. And indeed, the T-100 self-propelled gun turned out to be the best in terms of all combat characteristics. After all, the larger the caliber, the smaller the ammunition supply, the lower the rate of fire, muzzle velocity, range, and accuracy... Meanwhile, the Germans' most-produced tank, the T-4, and the self-propelled guns based on it weighed only 22-24 tons. The Panzer self-propelled gun, however, was very successful: it had the same armament as the Panther and almost identical frontal armor, despite its low weight and height. More simple and inexpensive Panzers should be ordered into production.
  What about the gun's caliber? A 128-millimeter caliber is too large for an anti-tank gun; it's better used as an assault gun, and an intermediate 105-millimeter caliber would be better.
  Adolf showed the German designers the diagram:
  "This is our new secret weapon! The tank is scheduled to undergo testing in the coming months. Its combat use will begin in 1943. In the meantime, you still have a project to create a heavy tank with a 105-millimeter gun. And also light self-propelled guns. So, get to work, gentlemen."
  Aders timidly objected:
  "The design you've proposed looks attractive, but here's the problem: this tank isn't in keeping with our traditions... And the crew won't be comfortable..."
  Instead of answering, Adolf drank some juice and suggested:
  "Perhaps we should have some lunch, comrades. This tank could be churned out in large quantities, and I don't think the Americans or British will come up with anything better before the end of the war. And even today, we could have a little meat..."
  The girls quickly set the table. Alexander, aware that the Führer's stomach, unaccustomed to meat, might get sick, chose to remain true to himself and only ate a little sturgeon, recalling Sobakevich from "Dead Souls." Yeah, so far he seems to be doing everything right. He's putting the economy on a war footing, declaring total war, passing laws that should have been passed back in 1939... Hitler's slowness with militarization led to a shortage of weapons, specifically in terms of quantity... And then there's the famous MP-44 assault rifle... In terms of combat performance, it's an excellent weapon, in some ways even better than the first Kalashnikov models. It's just a bit heavy... Maybe they should really use the AKM assault rifle as a basis? Ah, it would be great to create a weapon that combines the accuracy of the American M-16 with the rate of fire and reliability of the AKM. Progress is uneven, generally speaking. For example, tank engines haven't significantly increased their power, while computers have become completely unattainable. While they possess the knowledge of the future, what can they offer in terms of, say, an oil substitute? Even America hasn't yet learned how to efficiently produce gasoline from coal! Despite rising oil prices. Well, what else can they offer? Dynamic armor, turbogenerator engines... And that will come, but a little later, so as not to rush into revealing their trump cards. Progress has advanced greatly in seventy years, but old age has not yet been conquered, nor has disease, and man is not God! In fact, some things are even regressing... For example, the rise of religiosity, especially in Russia and the post-Soviet space, as well as Islamic countries. Yet the great thinkers of the Renaissance and modern times predicted that religion would gradually die out!
  But strangely enough, religious extremism is on the rise... And priests are increasingly interfering in state politics. And in this situation, the authorities' policies are incomprehensible. Do they seriously believe that the truth lies in Orthodoxy or Islam? All these educated and savvy people? If not, then what's the point of abandoning the secular model of statehood? For the sake of effective control over the masses? But Orthodoxy has proven its ineffectiveness as a state religion... The fact is that, while formally based on Christianity, and especially the New Testament, Orthodoxy is based on the pacifist teaching: resist not evil and love your enemy! But at the same time, the empire's actual policies are aggressive and demand violence and conquest. This creates a contradiction between form and essence. Even if many people don't consciously understand this, they subconsciously sense it!
  This is why Orthodox teaching is both ineffective and illogical, attempting to be both imperial and Christian. And Christian means Jewish and pacifist! After all, the Bible was almost entirely written by Jews, perhaps even entirely, since the Apostle Paul says that the Jews have great privileges because they were entrusted with the word of God! Therefore, it is not fitting for a Russian to believe the Bible! Therefore, a different faith is needed, but one not based on Jewish scripture... What kind? It must be developed by experienced professionals and psychologists under the guidance of the FSB! Then many contradictions will be successfully resolved...
  It must be said that a child reading the Gospel will never become a strong, courageous, fierce warrior who loves Russia! And what country is celebrated in the Bible? Israel!
  True, he's a possessed Adolf himself; this player, finding himself in Hitler's shoes, has no intention of intensifying the persecution of Jews. On the contrary, useful Jews will enjoy benefits and work for the Third Reich. There will be no such nonsense as executing Jewish scientists or artists! But it's premature to repeal anti-Semitic laws. Firstly, the public might misunderstand them, and secondly, they are a source of wealth, and a very substantial one at that! But softening anti-Semitic policies in exchange for Jewish support is certainly possible.
  And what should we do with the Pope? Relations with the Vatican are far from ideal, but open warfare at this stage would only bring harm. Therefore, we must seek the Vatican's support, but at the same time, insist on our own interests... Ideally, install a puppet on the throne of Peter and gradually reform religion...
  Porsche interrupted Adolf's thoughts:
  - We are very pleased with your dinner, Führer!
  The possessed Adolf smiled graciously:
  "Well, for now, I'll meet with Himmler, and then let Heinzberg come. And you guys, look: you've been given a very tight deadline!"
  The Führer's army was moving through Africa. And it was holding the line against the USSR.
  In winter, the Red Army launched an offensive in the Rzhev salient, but the Nazis were waiting there and were able to repel the attack. In the south, the Germans also held their ground, holding on to the Oryol and Kharkov fronts. Only near Leningrad were Soviet troops able to carry out Operation Iskra, but the fighting lasted nearly a month, and victory came at a very high price.
  The Fritzes somehow survived the winter of 1942-1943.
  But by spring, most of Africa had already been conquered. And the Führer was testing the waters for peace with Britain.
  Churchill is somewhat cool about this, even though Britain is suffering defeat after defeat.
  The situation with Japan is also ambiguous - America lost the Battle of Midway, and for now the samurai are battering the Yankee fleet piecemeal. And America cannot capitalize on its numerical superiority at sea and in the air.
  Hitler wants to attack the USSR, but even after declaring a general, total mobilization, his forces are too limited for this, since the Fritzes are scattered across Africa.
  By summer, the Red Army itself was ready to advance. The Nazis, however, having conquered Africa, were forming colonial forces and receiving additional resources.
  They're used to produce the Lev, Tiger, and Panther tanks. However, the design for this monster wasn't entirely successful. It was too expensive and too heavy. However, for defense, the Panther is a good tank destroyer with a rapid-fire gun.
  The "Lion" turned out to be the most unsuccessful design. It was heavy, expensive, and not very effective. Its gun was too powerful against Soviet T-34s and light tanks, and its rate of fire was far lower than that of the Panther and Tiger. Its armor, however, was better than that of the Tiger, and with clever adjustments. The "Lion" turned out to be like a larger Panther, weighing ninety tons and with an eight-hundred-horsepower engine. However, it entered production somewhat faster than the actual Tiger-2, which weighed twenty-two tons less. It had similar protection to the "Lion," but was more maneuverable and lighter. Its gun, although 88 mm in caliber-versus 105 mm-was still sufficient to destroy all Soviet tanks. And, significantly, it had a higher rate of fire-eight shots versus five.
  So, "Lion", the child of the German, dark genius, did not take root.
  The Germans captured all of Africa, including Madagascar, over the summer. Stalin waited too long.
  Perhaps he himself was counting on the Germans launching an offensive, especially seeing the Lion, Tiger, and Panther tanks arriving. But the Fritzes were still busy solving their problems on the Dark Continent.
  Stalin missed the opportunity. The Soviet offensive began in the direction of Orel and Kharkov, precisely where the Germans were well prepared. And they failed to achieve tactical surprise. The very first battles showed that the Panther performs admirably in defense. The Ferdinands aren't bad either. They're good, too.
  And the Tiger is a capable tank. It's racking up scores. The Germans are defending aggressively and holding up well. The Red Army, in three months of intense fighting, advanced only fifteen kilometers. And its losses were significant.
  Twenty British planes flew over the camouflaged girls. They probably didn't notice anything and were already disappearing over the horizon when suddenly new suspicious sounds were heard. Madeleine commanded:
  - Everyone lie down and don"t move!
  The girls froze, waiting for something. And then, from behind the dune, light transporters and trucks appeared. Judging by their design, British and American manufacture. They were moving slowly toward the capital of Tunisia. Madeleine was a little confused. She'd assumed the front line was still far away, meaning the British wouldn't have time to show up yet. Or rather, they shouldn't have. And here comes a whole column. Although, perhaps less than a battalion... What are they? Some combat group, having bypassed the desert, which is far from a continuous front, wanting to poke around in the rear. It seemed logical, although with their equipment, they were easy to spot in the desert. In any case, they needed to radio their allies and not open fire. Especially since there were only a hundred of them, and over three hundred British!
  Gerda whispered to Charlotte:
  - Here they are, the English! This is the first time I've seen them so close!
  The red-haired friend, also quite nervous, answered:
  - Nothing special! And there are so many blacks among them!
  Indeed, at least half the English were black. And the column moved slowly, the blacks still howling... They were getting closer and closer...
  Then one of the girls' nerves gave out and she fired her submachine gun. At that very moment, the other warriors opened fire, and Madeline belatedly barked:
  - Fire!
  Several dozen Englishmen were mown down at once, one of the trucks burst into flames. The remaining Englishmen opened fire indiscriminately. Madeleine, seizing the moment, yelled:
  - Throw offensive grenades in unison!
  The girls from the elite SS "She-Wolves" battalion throw grenades far and accurately. And they've been trained since childhood, even undergoing special training. It's like when you're training with electric shocks: if you're even a little slow before throwing, you'll get zapped. Gerda and Charlotte also threw their gifts. And the Englishmen are tumbling and upside down... It's funny. They're shooting randomly, and those black guys are yelling in an incomprehensible language. They're real thugs...
  And Gerda shoots and throws, and at the same time sings:
  - The SS's pupils are a nightmare! One leap - one strike! We are she-wolves - our method is simple! We don't like to drag things out!
  Charlotte growls in response. The bullets she fires shatter skulls. Or even gouge out eyes. One terrified black man bayonets his blond partner in the side. He spits blood in response. Charlotte sings along:
  Angels of the starry, dark hell! It seems they'll destroy everything in the universe! I must soar into the sky like a swift falcon! To save my soul from destruction!
  The British are acting disorganized, most of them colonial soldiers: blacks, Indians, Arabs. They either fall, frozen, or, on the contrary, suddenly jump up and start running like mad rabbits. However, the girls shoot accurately, and the grenades, although the shrapnel doesn't fly far, are dense! Now there are only a few enemies left. Madeleine screams in English, her voice so deafeningly loud that she doesn't even need a megaphone:
  - Surrender and we will spare your lives! In captivity, you will have good food, wine, and sex!
  It worked instantly and since they're already giving up... Hands up and...
  They collected fifty prisoners, half of them wounded. Madeleine gave the command:
  - Finish off the wounded!
  The "she-wolves" unceremoniously shot those who couldn't stand on their feet in the temples, while the rest were loaded into cars and driven to the nearest base.
  After the scorching desert sand, Gerda's bare feet felt so nice against the soft rubber. She even moaned blissfully... American trucks are very comfortable and don't shake during the ride. The girls were happy, having won. Charlotte asked Gerda:
  - How many have you killed?
  The girl shrugged her shoulders in bewilderment:
  - I don't know? I wasn't the only one who shot... But I think there were a lot!
  Charlotte calculated:
  "There's a hundred of us, I killed about three hundred, that's three for each brother, that is, for each sister! An impressive start to the war!"
  Gerda waved her hand indifferently:
  "That's not the point for me! The important thing is that not a single friend died. Although, of course, that's just statistics: three hundred enemies were killed, and on our side, only two wolf warriors were lightly wounded. I'm even surprised we haven't conquered Africa yet, with warriors like these."
  Charlotte immediately spoiled the mood:
  - But we lost to these unfortunate warriors in 1918!
  Gerda angrily shook her light-haired head, which looked like it was covered in New Year's snow:
  "It's because of betrayal! But in reality, we were closer to victory than ever before, and it was obvious to anyone with eyes open! Alas, we were thwarted!"
  Charlotte agreed, deftly scratching her bare toes behind her left ear:
  - Yes, betrayal, sabotage, military incompetence... But we still broke the Russians, forcing them to surrender in 1918! Oh, it would be nice to stroll through the vast expanses of Russia; it's cool there, but here it's hot!
  Gerda giggled cheerfully:
  - But in Russia there are such severe frosts... But when I ran barefoot through the snow in the mountains, I know what torture it is.
  Charlotte bared her teeth:
  - Little Gerda runs barefoot through the burning snow... It's symbolic, like in a fairy tale... A fairy tale about a pure, still childish and not at all selfish...
  Gerda winked playfully at her friend:
  - Is this like our visit to the Fuhrer?
  Charlotte confirmed:
  - Almost! We're just riding, not running barefoot across the scorching desert sand. And after a victory, no less.
  The tied up black man muttered in German:
  - Formidable angels, I am ready to serve you! You are a goddess, I am your slave!
  Charlotte stroked the black prisoner's brown curly hair with her slightly roughened foot:
  "You blacks are slaves by nature! That's all well and good, of course; someone has to toil from dawn to dusk, doing the dirty work... But a slave is by nature, a vile traitor, and can't be trusted with a weapon. We Germans, on the other hand, are the most cultured and highly organized nation on Earth. A great nation of warriors, and it's no wonder that German mercenaries served in all the European armies, and even in Russia, most often in command positions!"
  Gerda said fiercely:
  "Yes, you will serve us as a slave. We have special zoos for black people. And for now, all you have to do is..."
  Charlotte suggested:
  - Пускай он целует нам ноги. Ведь это будет для нас приятно, а нигер унизиться.
  Gerda shook her head vigorously:
  - Не знаю как тебе, а противно, если чистой кожи истиной арийки будут касаться губы вонючего нигера. Так что...
  Charlotte disagreed:
  - No, I wouldn't! I'd actually like it. Well, look...
  The fiery red-haired beauty offered the black man her foot. He enthusiastically began kissing the goddess's long, smooth, chiseled fingers. The girl only smiled tenderly in response, the black man's thick lips tickling her tanned skin. The captive's tongue grazed the girl's firm, slightly dusty foot. It felt good, after all, to humiliate a strong, almost six-foot-tall man.
  Gerda was surprised:
  - It's strange, aren't you disgusted?
  Charlotte smiled:
  - No, I don't! Why should I be disgusted?
  Gerda chose to remain silent: why should she interfere in her friend's affairs? After all, they'd been raised to believe that a German woman should be not only a warrior, but also a loving, tender wife and a healthy mother. But she herself hadn't yet considered men, perhaps due to the strenuous physical workload, or perhaps simply hadn't found her match yet. Charlotte, however, seemed to have had enough of this. She kicked the black man in the nose with her ankle, making the juice run, and suggested to Gerda:
  - Maybe we should sing?
  Gerda nodded:
  - Of course, we'll sing! Otherwise it becomes sad!
  The girls started singing, and their friends joined in, so the song flowed like a waterfall:
  My dear, I'm walking out of the thicket,
  Concealing unearthly sadness!
  And the cold, burning and icy,
  The broken motive pierced!
  
  Bare feet in the snow,
  The girls are going white!
  The blizzards roar like angry wolves,
  Tearing off flocks of little birds!
  
  But the girl knows no fear,
  She is a fighter of mighty forces!
  The shirt barely covered the flesh,
  We will definitely win!
  
  Our warrior is the most seasoned,
  You can't bend it with a sledgehammer!
  Here the maples are gently moving,
  Snowflakes are falling on my chest!
  
  It is not our custom to be afraid,
  Don't you dare shiver from the cold!
  The enemy is fat and has a bull's neck,
  It's sticky, disgusting, like glue!
  
  The people have such strength,
  What the holy rite has done!
  For us both faith and nature,
  The result will be victorious!
  
  Christ inspires the Fatherland,
  He tells us to fight to the end!
  For the planet to become a paradise,
  May all hearts be brave!
  
  People will soon be happy,
  Let life sometimes be a heavy cross!
  The bullets are cruelly deadly,
  But he who fell has already risen!
  
  Science gives us immortality,
  And the minds of the fallen will return to the ranks!
  But if we chicken out, believe me,
  The opponent will immediately screw up the score!
  
  So at least pray to God,
  No need to be lazy, away with laziness!
  The Judge Almighty is very strict,
  Although it can help sometimes!
  
  My homeland is the most precious thing to me,
  Holy, wise country!
  Hold the reins tighter, our leader,
  The Motherland is born to blossom!
  The girls from the elite SS "She-Wolves" battalion sang so beautifully, and the lyrics were heartfelt. There's a common stereotype that being an SS soldier means being an executioner! But that's not true. There were, of course, special punitive units, most often part of security divisions that carried out special operations, but most SS divisions were simply the Wehrmacht's elite guard. Generally speaking, it must be said that the Red, totalitarian propaganda is not the most reliable source of information about World War II. After all, it's clear that the communist leaders of Agitprop were bound to be unbiased and objective in their reporting. So, it's difficult to reliably judge what was the real truth about the Nazi atrocities and what was fiction. In any case, those who seriously engage in historical research are forced to admit that not every SS soldier was an executioner and a monster. Moreover, before the attack on the USSR; The Nazis generally behaved tolerantly in the occupied territories; Western sources do not indicate any mass atrocities or reprisals.
  And now the girls helped the captives out of the cars, patting the timid men on the broad shoulders in a friendly manner. Afterwards, the girls were invited to have some refreshments...
  The lunch was modest, but they shot a zebra in the desert, and each girl got a kebab cooked Arabic style. Generally, the Arabs, at least outwardly, were friendly, and those who spoke German even tried to joke around or gently stroke the girls' legs.
  Gerda pushed away the clinging Arab and declared:
  - I'm not for you!
  Charlotte followed her example:
  - Get yourself a harem!
  Gerda, smiling, suggested:
  - Tell me, Charlotte, what would you do if you became the Sultan"s wife?
  The red-haired friend noted doubtfully:
  "That's a questionable fortune, actually... Although it also depends on which sultan you're married to. If it was the great Ottoman Empire at its peak, then... It would even be quite nice... I would reform the Turkish army, improve its weapons... And I'd probably first turn my gaze to the east."
  Gerda agreed:
  - Correct! But it's a shame for Turkey that even in its heyday it couldn't conquer Iran. That was entirely possible, especially since the Persian army was backward. I wonder, great Führer, what decision will he make: conquer Turkey or include it in his coalition, throwing the Ottomans a bone, including some of Iran's less-than-valuable lands?
  Charlotte shrugged her shoulders in bewilderment:
  - I don't know! Actually, there have been rumors lately that we'll attack the USSR... They say that Russia's riches and Ukraine's fertile lands are very much needed!
  Gerda picked up a mug of tea with her bare toes and, quite deftly, lifted it to her chin, pouring the brown liquid into herself. All the while, she managed to speak:
  "Ukraine has very rich, fertile land. Under wise German leadership, and with our high agricultural standards, it will produce record harvests. And then our bread will be cheaper than water. And it will be a benefit to the Ukrainians themselves, since the Soviet regime is simply robbing them, forcing them to starve!"
  Charlotte nodded:
  - We will teach these Slavs our great Germanic culture! We will enlighten them!
  Here the conversation was interrupted by rude shouts, the time for rest was over.
  But after lunch, the girls were lined up again and forced to march across the desert. Running was hard after eating, and the girls even groaned slightly, until their bodies warmed up. And so they ran like jerboas.
  This is a virtual battle... And Africa becomes German... And on the Soviet-German front...
  In winter, the Red Army went on the offensive again. Fierce fighting continued.
  Christina, Magda, Margaret, and Shella fight in a Panther. The vehicle, while not perfect, has a fast-firing, long-range cannon, is reasonably agile, and has decent frontal armor.
  German girls, barefoot and in bikinis, despite the freezing temperatures, are fighting agile battles.
  Here Christina fires a shot... The shell hits the T-34-76's turret and penetrates it. The Soviet tank stops, knocked out.
  The girls scream at the top of their lungs:
  - We won!
  Then Magda shoots. The golden-haired beauty also fired.
  So much so that the T-34's turret was blown off.
  The tiger girls take turns shooting. And quite accurately. Here they are, hitting another Soviet tank.
  Then Margaret slammed it down. And hit the SU-76 self-propelled gun. She hit it deftly. And sang:
  - Our hellish Germany is strong, it protects the peace!
  And as the tongue shows!
  Then she fired a shot from the Shell gun. It hit a Soviet KV-1S tank. That was a good job, too.
  Yes, the four bikini-clad warriors are fierce and unafraid of the cold. After women began fighting, the Third Reich fared much better.
  And here in the sky are the pilots Albina and Alvina. Both beauties in bikinis and barefoot. They're battling it out in Focke-Wulfs. And this is a very serious machine.
  Albina, firing from aircraft cannons, says:
  - Active croquet! Don't be stingy with the word "crush"!
  And how he flashed a dazzling smile! And shot down two Soviet planes at once.
  Alvina also cut down three with her air cannons and chirped:
  - My approach will be deadly and matte!
  After which the girl bared her teeth! She was the very picture of charm, and full of phenomenal charisma.
  Albina cuts off another Yak-9 plane and squeals:
  - Why do we need Soviet pilots?
  Alvina shoots down the LAGG-5 and confidently says:
  - So that we Germans collect bills!
  What a wonderful pair of girls. How they've taken to collecting awards for themselves. You really can't argue with such beauties. They shoot down planes and bare their teeth.
  And the main secret is that in the cold, the girls should be barefoot and in bikinis. Then the bills will come.
  And never dress up. Just flaunt your bare chest, and you'll always be in high esteem!
  Albina cut down another Red Army plane and sang:
  - In great heights and stellar purity!
  And she winked, jumping up and kicking her bare feet, roaring:
  - In the sea wave and the furious fire! And in the furious and furious fire!
  And again the girl shoots down the plane with an energetic approach.
  And then Alvina attacks the enemy. She does it with a spinning attack, bares her teeth, and squeals:
  - I will be the super world champion!
  And again, the car hit by the girl falls. And the Red Army gets its fair share of it.
  And Albina roars with wild ecstasy:
  - I'm an executioner now, not a pilot!
  He shoots down another Soviet plane and hisses:
  - I bend over the sight and the missiles are rushing towards the target, there is another approach ahead!
  The warrior acts extremely aggressively.
  Here both girls are attacking ground targets. Albina hits a T-34 and screams:
  - This will be the end!
  Alvina hits the SU-76 and whispers:
  - Until complete defeat!
  And how he shakes his bare foot!
  The Red Army failed to achieve significant successes during the winter. Only near Rzhev did they manage to make a small inroad, but after bringing in reserves, the Germans regained control. The Fritz are indeed strong.
  And in May 1944, having replenished their troops with new tanks, including the more advanced and better protected Panther-2, they went on the offensive in the area of Kursk and Rostov-on-Don.
  Things wouldn't have been so bad if a large number of Arabs and blacks hadn't taken part in the offensive. And, most importantly, Turkey had also entered the war. So the situation became extremely alarming.
  And the Red Army, suffering heavy losses, retreated before the superior forces of the Wehrmacht.
  But the brave six girls, led by Alenka, fought fiercely against the Fritzes. And the odds were clearly uneven.
  Alenka fought for Kursk, which was being stormed by the Nazis. The desperate beauty threw a grenade with her bare toes and chirped:
  - Glory to Rus' and our native party!
  Then Natasha launched a grenade with her bare toes and hissed:
  - We'll take care of the barefoot girl!
  Afterwards, Anyuta also sent a gift to death with the toes of her bare feet, and babbled:
  - It will be a wonderful blow!
  Red-haired Augustine took it and sent a gift of annihilation with her bare lower limb and squeaked:
  - Pointing the radar to the sky!
  And then the golden-haired Maria gave the Nazis the gift of death with her bare legs.
  And she sang:
  - In Madagascar, in the desert and the Sahara! I've been everywhere, I've seen the world!
  And then Marusya, with her bare feet, throws the whole bunch and sings:
  - In Finland, Greece, Australia, Sweden, they will tell you that there are no more beautiful girls than these!
  Yes, the six girls fought very well. But the Fritzes still took Kursk...
  No, there's no way to stand against such superior forces. The fascists keep pushing forward.
  And what is the effect of the preparation of the monsters?
  Adolf Hitler was simply thrilled, feeling like a true despot, to whom everyone obeyed and trembled. If you want Stalin's success, you have to be like him, merciless and demanding of others and yourself (that's exactly how Joseph Vissarionovich thought, and in exactly that order!). Now, however, a decent amount of noise will begin to stir, and the machine will begin to move. In general, Germany, including its satellites, has a huge advantage over the USSR in industrial equipment, skilled labor, and the number of engineers at all levels. That's a fact, but arms production is still not up to par! Germany lagged behind the USSR throughout the war, despite all the destruction in Russia. And why? Of course, due to a certain amount of chaos that reigned in various departments, especially in the military industry. Furthermore, a shortage of raw materials and an underestimation of the enemy's potential played a negative role. In particular, in 1940, arms production in Germany was lower than in 1939 (if we count the total output, including ammunition), and this despite the fact that the war was already underway, and the Third Reich had gained control of large territories with vast reserves of production capacity. So what can be said about Hitler's organizational skills? Not much, but he did shine in the military industry.
  The Fuhrer declared in a long speech:
  "In the matter of aviation, extraordinary powers are being granted to Sauer. He will closely monitor both the quantity of equipment produced and, no less important, its quality. Besides, many of your friends, Goering, although they were once excellent aces, are incapable of leadership. Not every good soldier is also an outstanding general, so instead of the hanged Eric, the technical sphere will be led by a professional entrepreneur capable of reforming and rearming the air force. After all, Britain is not asleep; it is increasing both the quantity and quality of its armed forces, and especially its air force. We need to be two heads, a dozen steps ahead of the enemy, otherwise we will completely lose our superiority over the enemy. And therefore, we need quality steps."
  Goering timidly objected:
  - My friends, proven people who have proven their combat effectiveness and professionalism.
  The frenzied dictator became furious:
  "Or maybe you think I've forgotten who lost the Battle of Britain? Or who botched the four-year economic development plan? Or do you want to be flogged, too, and in public, no less? So shut your mouth and keep quiet until you're impaled!"
  Goering even cowered in fear. Alas, the Führer was no joke. Then the noise was heard again, and another ME-262 jet took to the skies. The machine was massive and had two engines. Its wings were slightly swept back, and the fighter itself looked quite menacing. Its speed, generally decent for 1941, was even record-breaking by world standards. True, the machine itself was still not entirely reliable and required debugging. The fascist dictator, however, had already outlined the characteristics of new, more advanced fighters... The ME-262 weighs over six tons, which is somewhat overloaded. A jet fighter must be small, cheap, and nimble. In this regard, the ME-163 could have been good, but its rocket engine was overboosted and only lasted six minutes (or rather, it will last!), meaning its range was limited to a hundred kilometers. As a blitz-style bomber or fighter cover for armada strikes on England, it is certainly not suitable.
  The ME-262, however, can carry a ton of bombs, as much as the Pe-2, a Soviet frontline aircraft. This makes it an excellent solution for both fighter sweeps and troop support. However, why not create a fighter similar to the ME-163 Comet, but with a turbojet engine instead of a rocket engine? They tried to improve the Comet, and it seems they've increased its flight time to 15 minutes (a range of up to 300 kilometers), which is generally acceptable for the Battle of Britain. London could still be reached from Normandy... Although it's not all that obvious; you still have to bomb it and return, and fifteen minutes wasn't such a forced approach. In the future, rocket-powered and jet-powered fighters were considered a dead end in aviation. But the Comet's design is quite interesting, with its small size and light weight, which means it's inexpensive and maneuverable.
  There are also some very promising fighters weighing as much as 800 kilograms-gliders that could be used in air combat. However, due to their short range, they can only be used for defensive combat, or delivered to London on... transports, and then picked up by pilots. This will require some thought. In real history, gliders never saw combat, and for some reason, Soviet aviation generals didn't dare try this idea in Korea. It's not a bad thing, but during the Korean War, it was an American pilot who scored the first victories. So, the Yankees shouldn't be underestimated.
  After the flight ended, a young, fair-haired girl jumped out of the cockpit and ran at full speed to the Fuhrer.
  The number one Nazi, possessed by the tide, extended his hand to her for a kiss. It's so nice when girls love you, and the Führer, it seems, is sincerely idolized by all Germans, or rather, almost all except a few concentration camp prisoners. The pilot said enthusiastically:
  "This is simply a magnificent plane, it has such speed and power. We'll tear all the lion cubs apart like they're hot water bottles!"
  The Fuhrer approved of the girl"s impulse:
  "Of course we'll rip it apart, but... We need to debug the car more quickly, especially the engines. Radical measures will certainly be needed to improve them, but if anything, the chief designer will help!"
  Everyone shouted in unison:
  - Glory to the great Führer! May Providence help us!
  The Third Reich anthem began to play, and a column of young Hitler Youth fighters began to march. Boys aged fourteen to seventeen marched in a special formation to the beat of a drum. And then came the most interesting part: teenage girls from the German Women's League marched. They wore short skirts, and their beautiful, bare feet drew the men's gaze. The girls tried to lift their legs higher, but at the same time pointed their toes and carefully placed their heels. It was a fascinating sight, these beauties with their flawless figures... Their faces were varied, though, and some of the young fascists had a somewhat rough, almost masculine look, and they even grimaced. Especially when they knitted their eyebrows together.
  The aesthete Adolf noted:
  "We need more physical training for boys and girls. I know a lot is being done in this regard, particularly in the Jungvolk, but it needs to be more comprehensive and adopt Spartan methods. Of course, apart from encouraging theft... Our young men and women must grow up to be decent and at the same time ruthless people."
  The Supreme Commander paused. The generals remained silent, perhaps afraid to object and reluctant to confirm the obvious. The Führer continued:
  "War is no joke, but ruthlessness toward enemies must be combined with mutual assistance and a sense of brotherhood toward comrades. This is what we must instill in everyone... The new superman is merciless to others, but he must be even more merciless to himself. For inferiority must first be eradicated from one's soul, and then the frail human body will rise again!"
  Another pause... The generals and designers suddenly realized what had happened and began applauding wildly. The Führer seemed pleased:
  "That's already better, but now I'd like to see a simulated aerial battle. Something menacing and devastating..."
  Heinkel asked timidly:
  - With live ammunition or shells, my Fuhrer?
  Nazi number one nodded:
  "With combat ones, of course. Besides, I'd like to examine the ejection device. After all, you're working on it..." The Führer shook his fists. "When will it finally be ready and put into mass production? After all, an experienced pilot is an experienced pilot, one who must be preserved for future battles!"
  The Führer-terminator nevertheless decided to show the designers a more modern ejection device design. This system should be less bulky, simpler, and lighter. The inexpensive pyropatron, already mastered by German industry, was perfectly suitable for this purpose.
  The diagram had to be drawn on the fly, but Hitler was a truly accomplished artist, and he drew clearly and quickly; the diagram's lines and turns were smooth and precise, without the aid of rulers or compasses. The time-traveling Terminator thought it odd that the Germans, with their generally strong and somewhat advanced ideology of National Socialism and totalitarianism, had failed the Russians in the war. Perhaps this was because Russian soldiers were stronger and more resilient than the Germans and learned to fight more quickly.
  Generally speaking, if you look at the course of the war as a whole, yes, the Russians, or rather the Soviet military, were learning to fight, while the Germans seemed to have forgotten how... Their command made decisions at the level of first-graders, and maybe even lower, if that first-grader has experience waging war in real-time strategy games. And the fact that sometimes children as young as six can so deftly command virtual armies is something they, even Zhukov and Mainstein, could learn from. However, some researchers consider both Zhukov and Mainstein incompetent. There are also discrepancies regarding the number of tanks, particularly captured French tanks. Hitler's memory (a good memory, especially when he was still healthy!) suggested that 3,600 captured tanks from the French were a very impressive number... Some models, such as the SiS -35, were superior to the T-34 in terms of armor, although only in frontal armor. So this tank could very well be produced in French factories, albeit with the exception of replacing the 47mm gun with a longer 75mm one. In fact, even that might not be enough. Britain and the US generally valued armor above all else in their tanks. For example, the forty-ton Churchill had 152mm of armor, compared to 120mm for the IS-2 heavy tank.
  The Fuhrer told the designers something else:
  "We have plenty of wind tunnels, so focus on finding a more optimal aircraft model and creating streamlined designs, without resorting to expensive testing, where our best aces die. For example, a flying wing model is quite effective, especially if the thickness and angle of incidence can be adjusted. I've already given you the drawing, so the tailless aircraft should be ready. Its estimated speed, even with a Jumo engine, will be up to 1,100 kilometers per hour. So go for it, but don't be impudent!"
  Adolf the time traveler also advised how to increase the speed of the pipe's blowout. He detected the poorly concealed irony in the designers' gaze: how could a mere corporal know so much? Don't they believe in the Führer's genius? So we'll figure it out... or no, we won't figure it out, but rather prove to them our intelligence.
  Lunch followed in the open air, and the maids set up the tables and chairs. Beautiful... But what reforms should National Socialism implement? Those that would minimize the number of enemies and make friends. For example, stop extolling the German race at every turn, and perhaps even stop dividing peoples into classes. However, the division of nations into inferior and Aryan has not yet been formally legalized. This simplifies matters. In fact, Hitler began the mass extermination of Jews precisely after the attack on the USSR. Why would he have such quirks? Perhaps he was counting on world Zionism to bless him in the war against Bolshevism, and the West to support him. And then, when Britain and the United States decisively declared "no" to the Wehrmacht, did the Führer fly into a rage? Did he begin to take revenge on those Jews he could reach? Hitler was certainly an idiot for orchestrating the Holocaust and thereby discrediting the idea of National Socialism. Nowadays, the words "Nazi" and "executioner" have become synonymous. Many also confuse nationalism and fascism, perhaps because the word "Nazi" sounds similar. But this is completely untrue. Fascism, in principle, has no direct relation to National Socialism. The concept of fascism, in essence, arose in France in the nineteenth century and had a completely different meaning.
  The essence of fascism, in its original form, boiled down to establishing a corporate spirit and a sense of camaraderie among capitalists. Mussolini then introduced fascist doctrine to his Blackshirts. The Nazis, however, were primarily called "fascists" by their enemies and political rivals. To be honest, the Nazis were brutal, so the word "fascist" acquired a derogatory, negative connotation. In Russia, nationalists once experienced a certain upsurge, particularly in the early 1990s, reaching a peak in 1993-1994. Then, the war in Chechnya led to a rise in pacifist sentiments in society and a temporary decline in nationalism. The war in Yugoslavia and the bombing of Serbia led to a temporary surge in patriotism, but then a split in the national movement ensued. In Russia, nationalists had a problem with leaders... They didn't have their own Führer... True, Zhirinovsky was compared to Hitler, and he even surpassed him in some ways. For example, in the speed of his political rise, taking first place in the parliamentary elections four years after the party's founding. But Zhirinovsky acted foolishly and failed to build on his success, or even maintain it. It must be said that his own fault lay primarily in the lack of discipline within the party and the scandals he became embroiled in. But the real Hitler never sat in the Reichstag, and his filmed hysterics were never shown on television. And there was no television, either. Although, after all, Zhirinovsky's success in the 1993 elections was precisely due to his successful outreach to television audiences.
  A beautiful girl from the servants sat down next to the Führer and placed his hand on her bare knee. She cooed:
  - Are you thinking about something, my Fuhrer?
  The Nazi dictator, who was also a virtual gamer, perked up. He noticed he still hadn't finished his vegetable soup and fruit salad. The Führer kissed the girl on the lips, inhaling her youthful, sweet scent, and declared:
  - You'll ride in the car with me. And everyone, get to work, the time for eating is over.
  And once again, the gears of the state's, admittedly not entirely well-oiled, machine began to turn. On the way back, the Führer made love to a beauty and even wondered where he got so much energy and strength. After all, they said the Führer was impotent and supposedly disabled, had contracted syphilis (a lie) and was castrated (a complete fabrication!). True, Hitler had never managed to sire offspring... So tomorrow, he'll take care of it himself... Or maybe he'll have to invite Himmler after all. In fact, in real history, the Führer dramatically strengthened the role of the SS. Apparently, he'll have to follow suit in this alternative reality. And subordinating the criminal police to the SS structure is generally sensible; now all data and files will be merged into a single source. Furthermore, the use of torture against criminals and the advanced interrogation methods characteristic of the Gestapo and other secret police agencies will significantly increase the crime detection rate.
  The truth may increase, and the number of innocent victims may increase, but... The overwhelming majority of SS men are decent people, and an experienced investigator, as a rule, can immediately tell whether a person is lying or telling the truth, and is rarely mistaken. This can be judged from many crime reports.
  Having dealt with a few more current matters and invited two new girls to warm the bed, the Fuhrer, laying his head on the beauty"s bare, lush breasts, fell asleep...
  This time, he returned to the previously interrupted dream of a grand space battle. Back in his transparent fighter, the enemy was attempting to attack the ranks of the Great Russian army. And the man who had become the Führer of the Hypernet game, and his companion, a buxom yet muscular blonde, were trying to coordinate their actions, supporting each other. The hideous enemy fighters were trying to outnumber them, exploiting their numerical superiority. The discord in the Shitstan battle armadas was becoming increasingly apparent. Their ships seemed increasingly repulsive. Captain Vladislav, using the "bucket" maneuver, successfully cut off the machine in the shape of a crooked shoe and said:
  - It"s no wonder that both Hitler and Stalin"s father was a shoemaker!
  In response, his blonde partner flashed her bare, pink heels:
  "I don't need boots or other footwear. I can feel the slightest distortion of the vacuum or the vibrations of space much better with my bare feet! Oh, my Führer, would you like to become a girl?"
  Vladislav chuckled in response:
  "It would be interesting for a short time. Everyone says women have much stronger and longer-lasting orgasms than men, so I really wanted to see if that's true."
  The blonde giggled:
  "Progress may give you the opportunity to experience this too... Unless, of course, we lose the epic space battle. There are too many enemies. Even the unborn Emperor Diamondtiger 13, who already commands us, may perish."
  The time traveler to the Fuhrer noted:
  - A great commander, in war like a head, the larger the size, the greater the loss!
  Instead of answering, the blonde began to turn her fighter. She spun around, barely avoiding the ramming attack, and then fired back with pinpoint accuracy. The enemy aircraft burst into flames and began to shatter, into tiny, flaming pieces, like poppy seeds. The girl, picking up a piece of chewing gum with her bare toes, tossed it so deftly that it landed right on her protruding tongue:
  - Lovely! When you chew, you eat!
  But the tough warrior wasn't so lucky; he was hit again, even if only glancingly, and the warrior-captain growled:
  - I'm so sick of these women's caresses!
  The blonde's eyes sparkled:
  "Are you not satisfied with just being petted? You probably want something more serious? You men are so impatient and prone to cheating!"
  Vladislav laughed and nearly swallowed a harsh retort from among the Shitstan fighters. The battlefield had changed somewhat. The enemy seemed inexhaustible, bringing ever more forces into the fray. The ultra-battleships were especially dangerous, huge as asteroids, slowly emerging from the vacuum as if drawn in sympathetic ink (which showed up when a lamp was shone on them). Shitstan was primarily trying to bend its flanks, executing an enveloping maneuver, likely to create a cauldron in space.
  The forces of Great Russia fought courageously, yet they didn't shy away from maneuvers. They employed both agile defense and daring maneuvers and dives. For example, the battle cruisers and grappling vessels of Great Russia's space army would disappear and then reappear behind the nightmarish enemy's lines. It was like fish hunting in an ice hole-they'd emerge, snatch their prey (some winter insect, or if the hunter was a catfish, even a bird!), and then plunge back into the hole. The ships of Shitstan would immediately become disoriented, huddling together, and even opening fire on each other. A comical plasma explosion, incinerating starships. For example, even an ultra-battleship, having received several hits from thermopreon missiles, burst into blue and green flames. Then the great warrior (continuing to crush the Shitstanians who stuck to him like bath leaves!) saw the scene inside the blazing ultra-battleship. And what an impressive machine it was, with a crew of two million soldiers and fifty million robots!
  The fighters inside the ship are a diverse bunch of thugs: trolls, goblins, and several hybrid types, like the most common one: a cross between ticks and cigarettes, or rather, cigarette butts! And terrifying creatures, straight out of a horror movie drawn by a drug addict.
  The creatures desperately wanted to escape, but instead they collided with each other, stabbing, cutting, and biting. Then a fencing machine appeared, specially designed for boarding combat. And it was armed with quasi-plasma swords, not straight ones, but curved for a variety of maneuvers. The first fencing machine smashed into the living mess of creatures escaping the blazing, enormous ship. Shreds of severed flesh and charred bodies immediately flew in all directions. A friend appeared behind it; it resembled a spider, only it had at least thirty limbs, and they were like annihilation streams capable of cutting even a dinosaur in half.
  One of the officers of the Shit-stan yelled:
  - Oh, don't cut me! The pawn took the queen!
  But he was unlucky. A cigarette butt with tick legs, only more disgusting, hit the antenna and hung impaled. However, its screeching was no longer audible in the wild, ever-growing cacophony. Tongues of princeps plasma flame, predominantly blue and orange, were catching up with the terrified fighters of Shitstan, frying them. And the fencing machines raged inside the ultra-battleship. Apparently, their programming was clearly imprinted: kill, kill, and kill again! And who, essentially, didn't matter to them. And the corridors were filled with the eerie roar of the hypercomputer.
  However, the ultra-flame had already reached the fencing machines, as well as many goblins, and the claws-the cigarette butts-were already disintegrating into photons. The ultra-battleship itself began to gradually disintegrate into several pieces. Although the splitting occurred slowly, it didn't seem any less ominous. Especially compared to the vast number of others, sometimes flaring up like miniature supernovas, sometimes, on the contrary, like shriveling starships. Unfortunately, not only for Shitstan, but for Great Russia.
  For example, a cruiser with a hammer and sickle emblem lost control and rammed an enemy dreadnought. When two masses collide at sublight speeds, it's the equivalent of an annihilation missile ramming. It explodes with overwhelming force (if that's even a word). The explosion blossomed like a tulip with multicolored petals, suddenly consuming everything within a radius of ten or twenty kilometers. Vladislav-Adolf put it this way:
  - And it looks like our guys are already in heaven!
  The blonde remarked philosophically:
  - Heaven is the only good place where no one is in a hurry to get to, even if they are in hell!
  The man who had traveled to Hitler agreed:
  "Such are the paradoxes of the universe. We don't want to end up in a good place, but the bad one draws us in! So it's not even clear which is better, life or death."
  The girl philosophically remarked:
  "Life is always better than death. It's no wonder that almost everyone thinks so. However, people's opinions, like everything else in our world, are relative."
  The Führer, having executed yet another rather clever maneuver, allowed him to shoot down a two-seater, and therefore much more expensive and heavily armed, fighter (how beautifully it exploded, like a firework made of complex pyrotechnic combinations), pearls of shattered matter scattered across the vacuum. Vladislav-Adolf remarked:
  People's ideas about both nature and God are highly contradictory. There's even the concept of a reactive, even destructive, mind, which forces people to behave in ways completely different from those dictated by pragmatic instincts and considerations of expediency.
  The blonde, struggling to pull out of a brutal dive (which is something to do when seven fighter jets are rushing at you at once), said:
  - Forget about pragmatics - turn on mathematics!
  "It's not funny!" Vladislav retorted.
  Suddenly, an image of the Great Russian Army's command post appeared before the time-traveling naval aviation captain. Indeed, it is a gift to be able to penetrate the inner sanctum and even discern the intentions of one's own command, not those of others.
  Here is the flagship battleship, an impressive one hundred kilometers in diameter, the flagship of the Great Russian Space Army. And this ship, naturally, is also fighting, for tens of thousands of barrels of powerful artillery cannot be left idle. Nevertheless, the flagship ultra-battleship strives to operate in sync with the other large ships. The enemy must not be given the slightest chance of destroying the flagship, which houses the main command of the Great Russian Space Army squadron.
  It's surprising, but the general commander and monarch is merely a fetus, lying in the womb. The mother herself is immersed in a state of suspended animation, as otherwise, fulfilling her duties would be too painful. Meanwhile, the functioning of the already well-developed fetus-monarch, complete with limbs and, most importantly, a sizeable brain, is ensured by numerous cybernetic components. The fetus itself, reigning over the Great Russian Empire, feels quite comfortable.
  Of course, he's burdened by the necessity of being inside his mother for years now. He can only dream of running around or moving anything. And these dreams are agonizing, for birth means immediate disappearance. The fetus communicates with the outside world via scanners. Of course, they don't show the actual appearance of the commanding embryo, but an image more reassuring. Specifically, a handsome young man appears as the unborn king. He gives orders to the troops in a clear, commanding voice:
  - Use the principle of elastic defense. Just as thousands of years ago, weak forces, outnumbered, exploited the undeniable fact that a smaller mass is far more mobile than a larger one. Because a tiny mass also has negligible inertia!
  The female marshal confirmed:
  - Of course... An army's ability to maneuver is the key to victory. But of course, extremes must be avoided. After all, an ant isn't the king of the beasts!
  The embryo commander grinned:
  "The most deadly creatures are bacteria. No, perhaps even viruses! They may be primitive, but they're effective! The enemy has gathered enormous forces here, from practically the entire universe, which means they've exposed the remaining areas."
  Marshal Elf Fego with purple and orange braids noted:
  "Sometimes, a seemingly insignificant advantage on a limited section of the front is enough to achieve victory. Such is the strange axiom of many battles, across various civilizations!"
  The fetal emperor chuckled through the scanners:
  - In this case, you get to the root of the matter.
  Meanwhile, the Shitstan armadas were trying to regroup on the move. A significant reserve force had arrived from behind. Thousands of large starships and millions of smaller ships had deployed in bell formation. As a result, the parasites' firepower increased significantly. The female marshal said excitedly:
  "Here's another trump card played by the bastard enemy. Our intelligence wasn't quite up to par, and the possibility of committing such a massive force wasn't anticipated."
  The Emperor's hologram, a boy, kicked the sword. The projectile slammed into the gate. Almost immediately, there was an explosion. First, a flash that consumed the eyes, and then a purple mushroom sprouted, destroying everything within range of the battleship's cannon. The hologram boy declared:
  - That's phenomenal goal-scoring! Let the opponents give it their all. I've got a surprise in store for them.
  Elf Fego looked at the battle scene with some doubt. The Shitstan armada looked terribly menacing, especially the ultra-battleships, whose diameters reached two hundred and fifty kilometers. The elf suddenly remembered his home planet... Its nature there is idyllic, without even bloodsucking insects. And the lions... Well, not quite lions, more like hybrids with cornflowers. Overall, they are a beautiful beast: their body a cornflower, and their golden mane fluttering in the wind. And the cornflowers change color... Here is sheer ugliness, aimed at both humans and elves.
  The blonde marshal stated:
  - We don"t know how many reserves the enemy has, but it seems to me it"s time to move our ambush regiment.
  The Emperor-embryo objected:
  - Now is not the time to show your cards!
  The girl marshal tried to argue:
  - If our people die, there will be no one to fight!
  And then the embryonic commander was found:
  "You can't win a war without casualties. It's possible in chess, but not in a real battle! The merciless law of war is that losses are like rain that waters the shoots of victory, but you must be careful that they don't turn into a downpour that washes away the shoots!" Then the hologram sent from the womb suddenly grew kinder. "But don't think that in order to reduce losses, especially from the fire of the ultra-battleships, let the starships of Great Russia retreat in a spiral."
  The Elf Marshal supported the Embryo Commander-in-Chief:
  - Exactly, that's the only way. It's not yet known how much power the enemy will be able to unleash from the underworld.
  Indeed, the Shitstan starships tried to fly in a dense flock. They didn't conserve ammunition at all, firing missiles by the millions without even bothering with accuracy. It felt like billions of matches striking a vacuum, igniting into hyperplasm, incinerating everything living and moving, and then extinguishing themselves. The Russian soldiers fired far more accurately; the enemy's grand dreadnought thundered like a firecracker, scattering fragments like confetti. A deadly confetti that knocked down several Shitstan boats. And the number of frigates destroyed by this bastard civilization is simply incalculable. True, Russian ships are perishing, too. A damaged cruiser, in desperation, darted forward like a Russian tank at Kursk and rammed an enemy ultra-battleship. Hundreds of thousands of lives were cut short, and the flames burned as if a gigantic gas pipeline had been blown up.
  The dwarf marshal remarked sullenly:
  "They're bending us, but we're not giving in!" the square-faced commander (or rather, his holographic image; the dwarf himself was on another Gross-Dreadnought-class ship) remarked. "We should at least launch some counterattacks against the enemy's communications and supply lines."
  The Emperor-embryo grinned through his boyish hologram:
  - What, in your opinion am I a loser?
  The gnome marshal grunted and spread his paws:
  "But they don't skimp on ammunition at all. That means they have plenty. Isn't that right, my lord?"
  The Emperor-embryo objected:
  "No, that's not true! A great commander is worth more than his head, so a helmet of caution and a camouflage of cunning won't hurt him! In short, the enemy is currently under the sweet illusion that all is well with them, but in reality, our victory is already at hand! Strike unexpectedly, tantamount to replacing the fist with a sword of alloy steel!"
  
  
  WITTMANN STAYED ALIVE
  A slight change in history is due to the Nazis' major success during the Ardennes Offensive. The Nazis advanced faster, were able to cross bridges and capture depots containing weapons, ammunition, and fuel. This success was also facilitated by Wittmann's participation in the attack, who, unlike in real history, did not die! So what? True heroes never die and are immortal! Wittmann continued to fight and rack up the score. After destroying his 200th tank, he became the first and, to date, only tanker to be awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  Wittmann's genius shifted the course of history slightly. And the Germans proved slightly luckier, faster, more effective. And they achieved what almost happened in real history, but were just a couple of hours short. And so, the warehouses were captured, and the German army acquired devastating power. As a result, Brussels was captured, and hundreds of thousands of British and American soldiers were captured.
  Stalin was in no hurry to attack, wanting the allies to be defeated as thoroughly as possible in the West.
  Combat demonstrated that the Tiger-2 was a highly effective weapon, both in terms of armament and frontal armor. The Germans, seeing the Red Army's inactivity in the east, deployed additional units to the battle and began to exploit their success. The Fritz also acquired the new E-25 self-propelled gun, which was small and lightweight, but boasted powerful armament, decent armor, and, most importantly, maneuverability.
  The result: new victories... Now the Fritzes are in Paris. They are taking the French capital again.
  And this is what Stalin wants - for the allies to be killed, and then all of Europe will go to the USSR.
  Stalin was a cunning fox... But Churchill wasn't an idiot either. When Roosevelt died, he and Truman agreed to an armistice with the Third Reich. At the same time, they withdrew the remnants of their defeated troops from France. And, of course, with a full prisoner exchange, and even the supply of fuel and supplies to the Third Reich.
  In response, Germany repealed anti-Semitic laws. However, Jews remained in the camps, but they weren't burned; they were merely forced to work, and the Americans sent canned goods and grain to the camps.
  The Germans had a free hand in France and Italy. Now Stalin approached them with a proposal for a separate peace, but Hitler rejected it. In June, the Fritz offensive began. The first E-50 tanks entered production. But as it turned out, the vehicle wasn't entirely successful. Its weight remained high, nearly 65 tons, with a lower silhouette than the Tiger-2, but the armor was equally thick, clearly insufficient, especially on the sides. The 88-millimeter gun, with a barrel length of 100 EL, proved somewhat better. It fired twelve rounds per minute.
  A more powerful engine, capable of producing up to 1,200 horsepower, improved performance. Overall, the tank was certainly more powerful than the Tiger-2 and had slightly more rationally sloped armor, but remained vulnerable from the sides.
  The E-100 was better protected, but its heavy weight made it difficult to transport and use in combat. The most successful was the E-25 self-propelled gun, with a very low profile, heavily sloped 120-millimeter frontal armor, 82-millimeter side armor, and a Tiger-2 cannon. It was the best self-propelled gun of the Wehrmacht and World War II. With a 700-horsepower engine, it could reach speeds of up to seventy kilometers per hour and deflect shells from even the IS-2 into its frontal area.
  The Germans launched their main attack from Hungary, attempting to save the still-encircled Budapest. The fighting was extremely fierce.
  The offensive began on June 22, and the Red Army had built a very powerful defense. The Germans still had few E-series tanks, only the E-25 self-propelled gun in fairly large numbers-it's relatively easy to produce and inexpensive. That's where the two bikini-clad girls are lying. The vehicle is less than five feet tall, which is why it's so well protected and armed, despite its relatively light weight.
  Two girls, Charlotte and Gerda, lay prone and fired at Soviet guns. In front of them, tiny, radio-controlled vehicles moved, clearing minefields.
  Red-haired Charlotte fired her gun. She knocked down the Soviet weapon and shook her chest, barely covered by a thin strip of fabric. She cooed:
  - Mad fire of hyperplasm!
  And then Gerda gives it to me with her bare toes. And chirps:
  - I'm a very cool girl and not a bad one...
  The self-propelled gun moves along. And stops every now and then. Its frontal armor is heavily sloped, providing good protection. Soviet cannon shells are susceptible to ricochets. And nothing threatens the front of such a self-propelled gun. They might still penetrate the side. But the girls are in no hurry. This effective self-propelled gun surpasses the SU-100 in armor penetration, and is also better protected, more maneuverable, and lighter.
  The Red Army also has few Su-34s. Mostly, it has the T-34-85 tank, which lacks a powerful gun and weak armor. And the German E-25 self-propelled gun, incidentally, is lighter, but far superior in armor and gun.
  The girls are fighting... Very beautiful and young. And their self-propelled guns are bombing and throwing them...
  The Nazis finally managed to break through to Budapest. A decisive victory, they surrounded the Soviet units. Many were captured and killed.
  True, the Nazis suffered significant losses. But their forces weren't all that numerous. Well, while they were still producing equipment, their manpower was rather limited.
  And the army is conscripted from children and women. Or foreigners, but they are not reliable enough.
  Nevertheless, the fighting continues... The Red Army puts up a stubborn resistance, setting up many defensive lines. The Germans advance another hundred kilometers and then stop. They're running low on strength. So the Red Army goes on the offensive itself. But it's not having much success, pushing the Germans back slightly.
  Until winter arrives... The front line stabilizes. The Red Army will continue to advance in East Prussia and Poland in January 1946, but makes little progress.
  The Germans don't make a fuss in winter. The fighting is bloody. But the front line is sluggish...
  And then comes a period characteristic of the First World War. The front line becomes stagnant. The Germans and foreign divisions advance in the summer, and the Red Army in the winter. And neither can achieve significant success.
  Year after year of war rages on. The Germans are somewhat ahead of the USSR in jet aircraft development. The USSR only enters serial production with the MiG-15 in 1949. But by this time, the Germans have the ME-462 and HE-362. And most importantly, disc-shaped aircraft, which are impossible to shoot down with small arms from a powerful laminar flow.
  In tanks, the German "E" series... The T-54 and IS-7 emerged as a counterweight. But the Germans also later developed the AG series-a more advanced pyramidal design.
  But no one had the advantage. The front line remained unchanged.
  Until Stalin died in March 1953...
  And then, taking advantage of some confusion in the party leadership and the power struggle, the Germans were able to achieve success. But then, after the arrest and execution of Beria, the appointment of Vasilevsky, a great strategist, as Supreme Commander-in-Chief, and the strengthening of Malenkov as Head of the State Defense Committee, the front line stabilized within the borders of Europe.
  During the period of the struggle for power in the USSR, the Germans were able to reach the Neman and recapture the Balkans, Romania, Bulgaria, Slovakia, Greece, Albania, and regain full control over Europe.
  But the front line stabilized again on the borders of the USSR in 1941...
  And so it is December 1955... The Red Army, as per tradition, is attacking again in winter. How many years has the war been going on? Horrible fourteen and a half! And there's no end in sight!
  As long as Hitler lives, the war will never end. Malenkov is leaning toward peace within the existing borders until June 22, 1941. But Hitler is stubborn and wants to win at any cost!
  The Red Army is advancing. The newest IS-12 tank is heading into battle. It's armed with a 203-millimeter cannon. It's a big one, with ten machine guns. And six girls-the crew members. They're testing the very first model of the tank. Is it too big and heavy? Is it effective? The girls, despite Christmas on December 25th and the freezing temperatures, are wearing nothing but bikinis. True, the tank has a brand-new gas turbine engine, and it's warm. Besides, the six girls themselves are no ordinary girls.
  They've been fighting since 1941. And they've gotten used to being practically naked in any weather. Indeed, when you're always in a bikini, you stop feeling cold. And your skin becomes supple and strong.
  The girls, barefoot, operate the killing machine. They are truly sweet and beautiful.
  Alenka is the main character here and the crew commander. What hasn't this girl seen in fourteen and a half years of war? She's been everywhere. She's crossed the front from Brest to Stalingrad, from Stalingrad to the Vistula, and now they're advancing in the Bialystok region. Bialystok itself is still held by the Germans. The front line has become stable. And they've dug a decent number of trenches.
  So, indeed, the war is endless... And it could go on for years to come. And what does this stubborn Hitler want?
  Moreover, the US and Britain don't want peace between the USSR and the Third Reich. They want both sides to completely annihilate each other.
  The girls in the IS-12 are moving forward. The tank's 450mm frontal armor is sloped. The shells bounce off. And the girls fire back.
  But the USSR only has one such tank so far. The IS-10 is already in production, but weighs fifty tons. The IS-7 is still in production, as is the T-54. The T-55 has also become a mass-produced tank, but it's only just entering production. The Germans have pyramid-shaped tanks. They're also very powerful and sophisticated. And they have high-pressure guns with short barrels.
  So the fight ahead is truly serious. Natasha and Anyuta fire a powerful ship's cannon and squeal:
  - Our flag will be over Berlin!
  And they bare their white, pearly teeth. And you can't stop the girls with mines.
  Two shells hit the frontal armor... They ricochet. No, the IS-12 is a serious vehicle and won't be taken so easily.
  The IS-7 moving to the girls' right appears to have been hit by a high-pressure cannon and stopped. Damaged the beauty.
  Alenka, flexing her abdominal muscles, sings:
  - Everything impossible is possible in our world, Newton discovered that two times two is four!
  The fighting continues unabated. The Soviet cannon fires at the Germans. Big Marusya loads shells into the breech. Such is the girls' life and destiny. And they sing:
  "No one can stop us, no one can defeat us! Russian wolves crush the enemy, Russian wolves - salute the heroes!"
  Augustine, firing from machine guns, says:
  - In the holy war! Victory will be ours! Forward, Russian flag, glory to the fallen heroes!
  And again the lethal cannon roars, and sounds:
  "No one can stop us, no one can defeat us! The Russian wolves are crushing the enemy, they have a powerful hand, you know!"
  Maria, this girl with golden hair, directs the tank and squeals:
  - Let's crush the fascists hard!
  The Germans are having a hard time, and fighting is also raging in the skies. But for now, the MiG-15 is inferior in speed and armament to the German fighters. Therefore, the battle is uneven.
  This remarkable ace pilot, Huffman, had quite a career during the war. More accurately, a remarkable and fantastic one. After reaching 300 aircraft, he received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. After reaching 400 aircraft shot down, he received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. For 500 aircraft, he received the Order of the German Eagle with Diamonds, and after 1,000, he received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Platinum Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. And after reaching 2,000 aircraft, he received the Grand Cross of the Knight's Cross.
  This unique pilot achieved numerous aerial victories, and while he was still alive. Huffman was recently promoted to general, but he still flew as a private pilot.
  As the saying goes, neither can it burn in fire nor drown in water. Over the course of many years of war, Huffman developed a hunter's instinct. He became a legendary and highly popular pilot. But he had a strong competitor: Agave, which had also shot down over two thousand aircraft. And was catching up with Huffman. And yet, it was still very young and hadn't yet lost a single fighter.
  The girl pressed down on the pedals with her bare, chiseled feet and fired a burst of cannon fire. And four Soviet MiG-15s were shot down.
  Agave giggles and says:
  - We're all bitches to some extent! But I have nerves of steel!
  And again, the girl turns around. She shoots down seven Soviet aircraft with a single burst-six MiGs and one Tu-4-and squeals:
  - I'm generally, if not super, then hyper!
  Agave is definitely a bitch. Lucifer's aviator. A very beautiful honey blonde.
  Then he fires another burst and shoots down eight Soviet MiG-15 aircraft at once and beeps:
  - I am the most creative and reactive!
  The girl really isn't stupid. She can do anything, and she's skilled at everything. You can't call her ordinary.
  And her legs are so tanned, so graceful...
  And here's Mirabela fighting against her... For a long time, Kozhedub was the top Soviet ace. He earned six gold Hero of the USSR stars, shooting down one hundred and sixty-seven aircraft. But then he died. After that, no one could break his record. And only recently did Mirabela surpass Kozhedub. And having shot down over one hundred and eighty aircraft, she became a seven-time Hero of the USSR.
  What a terminator girl! Someone like her could stop a galloping horse and enter a burning hut.
  Or even cooler.
  Mirabela had a difficult life. She ended up in a juvenile labor colony. Barefoot and wearing a gray uniform, she chopped down trees and sawed trunks. She was so strong and healthy. In the bitter cold, she walked barefoot and in prison pajamas. And she never sneezed even once.
  Of course, this phenomenon also made its mark on the front lines. Mirabela fought in the infantry for a long time, and then became a pilot. Mirabela's first baptism of fire occurred in the Battle of Moscow, where she was sent immediately after her colony. And there she proved herself a real tough guy.
  She fought barefoot and nearly naked in the bitter cold that literally paralyzed the Wehrmacht. Such a damned, yet invincible girl she was. And she succeeded resoundingly.
  Mirabella believed in a quick Soviet victory. But time passes. The casualties continue to mount, and victory remains elusive. And things are getting really scary.
  Mirabela dreams of victories and achievements. She has seven USSR stars - more than anyone else! And damn it, she deserves her awards! And she will continue to bear the cross of battle. Even if Stalin is dead, his legacy lives on!
  The girl comes in and hangs out... She shoots down a German HE-362 and squeals:
  - Top-notch performance! And a brand new crew!
  Really, she's a cool girl. A real cobra is capable of a lot.
  Mirabela is a new star....
  The fighting continues for several days, until the New Year arrives... A Soviet IS-12 tank sustains damage to its rollers and tracks, but is being repaired. Such is the brutal and merciless nature of war. And how much longer will it last?
  And all because Wittmann survived the battles in the West.
  Wittmann himself fought for some time in a tank crew. Having built up his tank crew's tally to three hundred vehicles, not counting guns, mortars, trucks, motorcycles, and other equipment, he was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds, and promoted to general.
  After which he no longer fought himself. But he did command the SS's Sixth Tank Army.
  Kurt Knipsel became the Wehrmacht's most successful tank ace. But only after destroying five hundred tanks did he receive the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross.
  Somehow, he was shortchanged on awards. However, after reaching a thousand tanks, he finally received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  Kurt Knipsel was a highly effective fighting machine. He fought in various tanks, serving as both a gunner and a commander. For a long time, he was unrivaled in the lead.
  But the beautiful Gerda had already managed to catch up. The girls fought well. But then they had a break. All four beauties became pregnant and gave birth to a son and a daughter. But after the break, they quickly caught up.
  And now Gerda has overtaken Knisel.
  How could they not? They fight barefoot and in bikinis. The girls took another break, having more children. And now they were approaching the two thousand tank kills. And they could count on an unprecedented reward: the star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  These are some girls!
  Gerda shoots at a Soviet vehicle, knocking its turret off and screaming:
  - I'm a damn creature!
  And fires again. Penetrates the T-54. And beeps:
  - Homeland Germany!
  The girl is fidgeting. And she's very active... She has a strategic streak. It's already 1956... The war drags on and on... Refusing to stop. The Red Army is trying to advance in various places. But rather cautiously, as there are few manpower resources left.
  And Russia is bleeding.
  The Red Army is attempting to advance toward Romania. And then there's a powerful artillery barrage, gunfire, and killing.
  But the enemy is waiting. The Germans have the most widely produced tank, the AG-50. It outperforms the T-54 in terms of protection, especially on the sides and perhaps in the gun's armor-piercing capability, but it's heavier. However, the German tank is faster thanks to its gas turbine engine.
  The German tank shoots and takes its toll.
  Margaret's crew fights. They fight with cold blood. The German girls shoot down a Soviet tank. And squeal with pleasure.
  And here too you can"t get through...
  A disc craft piloted by Albina and Alvina circles in the sky. The two blondes shoot down Soviet aircraft. And they do it masterfully. The disc craft, completely invulnerable, rams MiGs and Tupolevs. A lethal machine. And the warriors press their bare toes against the ground. And they don't give the Red Army a chance in the sky.
  The flying disc is something that Soviet scientists can't replicate. It's something for which no antidote has been found. And the Germans feel quite confident in the air. And they fight like sorcerers with a magic wand.
  Albina, aiming her disc at the enemy, squeaked:
  - If there is a God, then he is German!
  Alvina, crushing the enemy, confirmed:
  - Definitely a German!
  And the girl laughed... She, too, was generally tired of the endless war. Well, the Germans and Russians were killing each other. More precisely, the Red Army and the Wehrmacht. And the front line remained motionless... And there was no end in sight.
  War... It's already a reality. Warriors born after the war began are already fighting in the skies and on the ground.
  For example, Hans Feuer. He was the youngest person to be awarded the Iron Cross First Class. He later became the youngest person to be awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross for capturing a Soviet general.
  Yes, this is actually very cool.
  Hans Feuer is a desperate fighter. The boy fights like a giant, and it's freezing cold, wearing only shorts in winter.
  This is really really cool!
  Hans became famous for centuries!
  And in general, the war going on here is so incredible and intense... Any AI fades into insignificance.
  And in Romania, the Red Army is unable to break through the German defenses. Both sides have suffered losses. January drags on... And with each passing day, more and more are killed and wounded.
  There is no beginning or end to insanity.
  Agave is back in the sky, shooting down Soviet aircraft. She's a hunter and a predator. She strikes down the enemy.
  The vehicles she shot down fall. And then the girl fires at the ground forces. She knocks out an IS-7. And laughs:
  - I'm the best! I'm the girl who kills enemies!
  And again, the focus shifts to aerial targets. This is a tank destroyer, a fighter against all flying and shooting vehicles.
  Well, that's what's happening at the front. Meanwhile, scientists are trying to create something lethal in the rear. It's not working out very well, though.
  But here's the little AG-5 tank. It weighs seven tons. It's undergoing combat trials. And it's tearing at the enemy.
  And it"s time to sing - no one will stop us or defeat us!
  The AG-5 rushes along, firing as it goes. And there's no stopping a tank like that. And the shells ricochet.
  And inside the car sits a ten-year-old boy, Friedrich, and squeals:
  - And I will be a real super fighter!
  And again, he fired... And it hit the very center of the turret. And its killing power, despite its small caliber, is colossal.
  And in the sky, Helga fights. A barefoot girl in a bikini scores, and rejoices in her fantastic success.
  And Agave rushes forward... And also fights.
  It's already February 1956... The Red Army hasn't been able to achieve any success anywhere. But the Germans can't advance either. Now the fearsome underground tanks are entering the fray. But they're purely tactical.
  The girls rushed underground, destroyed a battery of Soviet guns and returned back.
  They captured a couple of young Pioneers. The girls stripped the captured boys and began torturing them. They beat the Pioneers with wire, then burned their bare heels with fire. Then they began breaking their toes with red-hot pincers. The boys howled in excruciating pain. Finally, the girls burned stars into their chests with a red-hot iron and crushed their male genitals with their boots. This was the final blow, and the Pioneers died from shock.
  The girls, in short, showed extraordinary skill. But once again, the Germans failed to achieve anything significant.
  Powerful self-propelled guns, the Sturmmaus, shelled Soviet positions, causing widespread destruction and annihilation. But a Soviet attack aircraft knocked out one of the vehicles, and the Nazis retreated.
  The Nazis tried to suppress Soviet batteries with discs. They used hedgehogs and explosives against them. There was an all-out exchange of blows.
  Here are Albina and Alvina again on their flying saucer. They navigate using their bare toes, pressing the joystick buttons, and they do it with incredible dexterity.
  The girls, of course, demonstrate top-notch aerobatics. They yanked their disc, and a dozen Soviet flying machines were shot down.
  Albina chirps:
  - Furious construction team! There will be a meteor shower!
  And he turns his car around again. And the girls destroy the Red Army. And thoroughly...
  Alvina also shoots down a dozen Soviet planes and squeals:
  - Crazy girls, and not at all virgins!
  That last part is true. Their couple had plenty of fun with men. And they did all sorts of things. Girls loved men-they enjoyed it! Especially if they used their tongues.
  A girl of the highest order... They tortured the young pioneer... First, they stripped him naked and poured a couple of buckets of water down his throat. Then they held a hot iron to his swollen belly. And how they scorched him! The young pioneer screamed in excruciating pain... It smelled like burning.
  Alvina hit him on the side with a hot wire. And how she laughed... It was really funny.
  After which she sang:
  - I'm tired of defending my rear - I want to tease my happiness!
  And how she laughs! And bares her pearly teeth! This girl loves to kill, what a girl!
  And the girl's feet are all bare and graceful. She loves to walk barefoot on the coals. And she also loves chasing the captured pioneers. They squeal so much when their heels are fried. Even Alvina finds it very funny. And Albina is also a girl, frankly speaking - superb! She'll elbow her opponent in the chin. And squeal:
  - I'm a top-notch girl!
  And she'll bare her pearly teeth, which sparkle as if polished. And the warrior is impressive! She can do things that no fairy tale could describe, nor can a pen describe!
  Both warriors shoot down Soviet MiGs in the sky. These beauties are active. There's not a shadow of a doubt in them. And such wild and ecstatic beauty.
  The warriors control the joystick with their bare toes and attack Russian aircraft. They crush fighter jets, like a club against crystal. The girls are merciless and relentless. They emit the force of anger and the flame of passion. And they are confident of victory. Even though the war has been going on for fifteen years, it doesn't want to end. Albina and Alvina are at the peak of their popularity. And they refuse to retreat or stop for a moment. They keep moving forward and ramming the enemy.
  Albina, shooting down Soviet planes, squeals:
  - The girl is tired of crying, I"d rather drown my bast shoe!
  And how she bares her teeth and flashes her pearly teeth. And how she wants a man right now. She loves raping men. She even enjoys it very much. She'll just go and rape you.
  Albina roars:
  Sex girls is sex,
  Let's sing for great progress!
  And the warrior bursts out laughing... And starts killing all her enemies again. She has plenty of energy. And her muscles are full of strength.
  And Alvina roared:
  - We'll smash the enemy to pieces!
  And the warrior will burst into laughter! And she imagined the guys groping her. But it's frankly pleasant, to say the least.
  March is just around the corner... The sun is shining brighter and brighter. On the first day of spring, Russian boys run barefoot through the melting snow. They laugh, grin, and give the Germans the finger.
  Young Pioneers with red ties, short haircuts, some completely bald. They run, bouncing along. Their bare feet are barely cold. They've become very rough. Girls run too, also barefoot. Their pink, round heels sparkle in the sun. Wonderful Soviet girls. Slender, athletic, accustomed to making do with little.
  And they keep grinning at themselves... The first day of spring is real joy and a thirst for light and creation!
  And there's a dogfight in the sky. Mirabella, the number one Soviet pilot, shoots down another German plane. And as always, she's wearing nothing but a bikini. Eternally youthful and unfading. Such is the spiritual strength hidden within her.
  Mirabella, however, also loves it when men touch her. She actually enjoys it. That's what she's a pilot for... When a girl's naked, muscular body is kneaded by men's hands, it's a real treat. And great pleasure!
  Mirabella knocks down another Hitlerite car and hisses:
  - I'm an armored bitch!
  The girl even pounds her bare, round heels on the control panel. She's magnificent. And inimitable.
  Mirabella twists free. And Agave flies towards her. Finally, the two most effective female warriors meet. They fire at each other, turning, trying to get a shot at each other from a distance. But it's not quite working. Both beauties fly out of the line of fire. And they bare their teeth aggressively. What bitches they are. They stare hard into each other's eyes. More precisely, they lock eyes and fire again. The German ME-562 is still better armed than the MIG-15, and the Soviet aircraft is shot down...
  But Mirabela manages to eject, losing her first aircraft in her flying career. The worst part is, she ended up in enemy territory. And that's just too bad. Such are the twists of fate. And on March 1, 1956, the world changes, but the Führer's reign in the cybernetic game remains.
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