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New Adventures Of Gron

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    A former Soviet special forces soldier, and former tsar of various states and eras, faces a new, incredible mission. He enters Stalin's body in May 1946, just on the day of the Third Reich and the Land of the Rising Sun's invasion. By this time, Hitler, along with Japan, had managed to conquer almost the entire world. The odds are stacked against him, but Gron has twenty-first-century knowledge and the experience of several missions in the bodies of other warriors and rulers on his side. And then there's more!
  NEW ADVENTURES OF GRON
  ANNOTATION
  A former Soviet special forces soldier, and former tsar of various states and eras, faces a new, incredible mission. He enters Stalin's body in May 1946, just on the day of the Third Reich and the Land of the Rising Sun's invasion. By this time, Hitler, along with Japan, had managed to conquer almost the entire world. The odds are stacked against him, but Gron has twenty-first-century knowledge and the experience of several missions in the bodies of other warriors and rulers on his side. And then there's more!
  PROLOGUE
  It seemed like the life of a soldier and intelligence officer had been anything but. He'd fought in the Great Patriotic War, Korea, Vietnam, and even Afghanistan. Afterward, he'd managed to be a teenage slave, a military leader, and a tsar. He'd even managed to prevent the end of the world on an entire planet. And then there were the adventures, too, wow, wow... But ending up with Stalin... The experience wasn't the most pleasant. From a relatively young body, his soul found itself in an elderly, not particularly athletic man, with a host of bad habits, already approaching seventy.
  It's true that Stalin had good health by nature: but smoking, drinking, and working at night had seriously weakened it...
  However, how did Gron end up transported to another time and a parallel universe? It happened because the Angel of Light, Lucifer himself, appeared to him in a dream. Taking the form of a boy of about twelve, he asked:
  "You think you're the coolest? How about playing a special strategy game? Only one where you have fifteen times fewer manpower?"
  Casimir replied with a grin:
  - Well, if anything, I'm ready. Although why, Lucifer, do you look so much like a boy?
  The child and former angel replied:
  "Because I was created by Sphero Catastrophe, and he is an eternal child who created an entire hypervee of universes! And in his eternal childhood, he loves to play."
  Gron laughed and replied:
  - How funny does that sound! Well, if you've already lifted one weight, there's no harm in striving for new records!
  The boy Satan sang:
  We set new records,
  For the Earth to grow...
  Twice, three times, higher than the norm,
  May my country flourish!
  And the young, almost omnipotent king of demons took and stamped his bare, childish foot, and Gron caught the ultra-vortex between spaces and transferred him to another, but at the same time so familiar universe.
  CHAPTER No 1.
  History has its own ramifications in different universes. That's how it happened that Hitler didn't attack the USSR in 1941. The reasons varied, but the main one was that Russia's vast expanses meant a blitzkrieg wouldn't work. The Germans didn't have the manpower for Operation Barbarossa. Moreover, and most importantly, the Führer met with a Japanese general. He recounted in detail and even showed a film he'd made about Khalkhin Gol and the battle with the Red Army.
  And this made a very strong impression on Adolf Hitler. The frenzied Führer realized that the USSR couldn't be taken barehanded, that the Red Army was strong, and that the Soviet generals weren't idiots. So the Nazis changed their strategy. The conquest of Yugoslavia and Greece opened up new prospects for the Wehrmacht, including a landing on Crete. First, the Luftwaffe launched a massive attack on Malta. Hitler's Germany had plenty of air power, and its aces were the best. And fighters and bombers weren't being redeployed to the east. A concentrated strike was possible.
  Hitler ordered:
  - Convey what is hindering us in Africa!
  Indeed, the destruction of the Malta base opened the way for the transfer of troops to Africa in unlimited numbers. And immediately, a thousand aircraft dealt a crushing blow.
  The British troops were shocked. After the base was destroyed, a landing party was deployed and what remained was cleared. And the Nazis dug in.
  Four tank and two motorized divisions were transferred to Rommel in Libya. This proved sufficient for the offensive on Egypt.
  The Desert Fox abandoned the assault on Tolbuk and instead executed a flanking maneuver south of the British defenses, creating a pocket, and Alexandria was taken outright. Without further slackening, the Afrika Korps troops reached the Suez Canal and cut off that supply line. But this was only the first step in the Battle of Africa.
  The next step was the assault on Gibraltar. Hitler issued an ultimatum to Franco, threatening to occupy Spain. He forced the German troops to pass through. As expected, the combined assault, using Ju-87s and heavy artillery, was a complete success. Gibraltar fell. And the Wehrmacht gained the ability to transport troops to the Dark Continent via the shortest possible distance.
  First, a dozen German divisions entered Morocco. From there, they moved on to Algeria. And then onward, heading south. More and more forces were transferred. The T-5, with two cannons, four machine guns, and three turrets, also entered production. This vehicle shocked the British. And for the first time, amphibious and underwater tanks were used in combat.
  Gerda's all-female tank crew became particularly famous. The bikini-clad women fought admirably in the desert and demonstrated that the fair sex is just as capable of fighting as the strong.
  Africa boasts a huge population and a wealth of natural resources, including uranium, gold, platinum, bauxite, oil, and more. And in terms of territory, the continent is even larger than the USSR.
  The Fuhrer decided to first take what was lying around worse and less guarded.
  Britain couldn't stop it, and the US hadn't yet entered the war. Moreover, Roosevelt didn't want it. He even tried to appease Hitler.
  In particular, tens of thousands of Jews from Europe were ransomed for several hundred tons of gold.
  Rommel, having received additional reinforcements, entered Palestine and then Iraq and Kuwait. Then Turkey entered the war against Britain. The campaign against Iran and then India began.
  Stalin reached an agreement with Hitler. The USSR received a buffer zone and security in northern Iran. German troops, meanwhile, marched on India.
  The main problem is not even the British, but the terrain itself, the rivers and mountains and the lack of railways.
  The conquest of Iraq and Kuwait gave the Third Reich ready-made oil fields. Then, gradually, the Nazis took control of the Middle East, encountering virtually no resistance. Hitler pursued a very flexible policy with the Arabs and managed to win them over to his side. Plus, there was mutual hatred of the Jews.
  This ensured the support of the local population. Not to mention that the German troops were far superior in quality to the British colonial units, and they were also numerous. One hundred and fifty German divisions didn't attack Russia. And they could have been used to seize Africa and Asia. Especially since Japan did attack Pearl Harbor in December 1941.
  The attack was sudden and carried out with massive forces, after which Japan seized the initiative for a long time both at sea and on land. The Third Reich launched an offensive in Sudan and Ethiopia. A dozen Nazi divisions achieved success and advanced to the upper reaches of the Nile. The forces were on the side of the Third Reich.
  At the beginning of 1942, the Nazis captured both India and Pakistan. And in the first half, they occupied all of Equatorial Africa. And the Japanese took control of most of Asia and the Pacific.
  It was not so much the small and poorly motivated English troops that prevented the complete seizure of control over the Dark Continent, but rather the vast distances, jungles and deserts, swamps, lakes and rivers.
  But the Germans were rightly renowned for their organization; they confidently overcame obstacles, including natural ones. And they seized more and more resources. In India, the sepoys defected to the Wehrmacht, facilitating the capture of this ancient country.
  At the same time, work was underway to create new types of weapons.
  And first and foremost, the Tiger tank. On Hitler's birthday, April 20, 1942, two types of Tiger tanks were accepted into service, but only temporarily. The plan was to create a more advanced Tiger II with sloped armor, and the Panther and Lion tanks from the same family. Also, in September 1941, the USSR began production of the hundred-ton KV-5, and to counter this, the Führer ordered the creation of tanks heavier than Soviet tanks, more powerfully armed, and with thicker armor. This is how the Maus designs also emerged.
  This vehicle wasn't ready in metal by the Führer's birthday, but it was shown in wood. Hitler liked the vehicle, although specialists and military personnel, especially Guderian, were very dubious about the project. Not to mention the difficulty of operating such vehicles, fording water obstacles, repairs, high fuel consumption, and their extreme visibility.
  The war in Africa had an unexpected effect: the appearance of the lightweight Panther, weighing twenty-five tons and boasting a 650-horsepower engine. It wasn't as well protected, but it was very fast and agile. It was named the "Cheetah," after all. And there were other innovations.
  By the end of 1942, almost all of Africa had been captured by the Third Reich. The air offensive against Britain had begun. Resources were already abundant. The Japanese had won the Battle of Midway and captured the Hawaiian Islands. The United States was terrorizing German submarines. And things were tough.
  In May 1943, Madagascar was captured and the Black Continent came completely under the control of the Third Reich.
  Britain was mercilessly bombed. Ju-188 and Ju-288 aircraft appeared, with a larger bomb load and better performance.
  Johann Marseille became the highest-scoring German ace. For his first 150 British aircraft shot down, he received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with oak leaves, swords, and diamonds. But for 300 aircraft shot down, a new award was instituted specifically for Marseille: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with gold oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  Marseille, as they say, steered and pedaled. Britain was bombed and under attack from the air. In the summer, the more powerful and faster ME-309 fighter entered production. Its speed reached 740 kilometers per hour, exceeding the best British and American fighters. And its armament was simply astounding: three 30-millimeter cannons, and only one hit was needed to disable an American or British aircraft. And four more machine guns, each 14-millimeter in caliber.
  As many as seven fire points on a single-seat fighter - and a record weight of a minute-long salvo.
  The ME-309 was a true nightmare for the British. And the battleship Bismarck didn't sink either. The Germans used it more carefully and provided better fighter air cover. Fortunately, they didn't have to spend money on the Eastern Front. And they added a couple more completed battleships and several aircraft carriers. And at sea, things weren't so clear-cut.
  And the German submarine fleet was growing very rapidly. So Britain was under pressure. Plus, there was the development of jet aircraft, cruise missiles, and ballistic missiles. There were questions about the latter, though. A ballistic missile carried only eight hundred kilograms of explosives and had poor accuracy. And it cost as much as a good bomber. Therefore, in this universe, Hitler was somewhat cool towards it. Although the Führer really wanted to fly to the moon.
  In the summer of 1943, the Tiger-2, very similar to the Panther but larger, entered production. And the Lev, which was also similar in shape but had an even larger gun caliber (105 mm), thicker armor, and weighed ninety tons.
  The Lev tank's advantages include good side protection of 100 millimeters at an angle, making it difficult to penetrate from all angles. The Maus, with its two cannons, was even better protected. Moreover, this tank could move underwater. However, its weight was very high.
  However, the Nazis excelled in underwater tanks. Even when the Panther II, armed with an 88-mm gun, entered production in September, it was in an underwater version. And this, of course, was a great asset.
  The Germans were on the offensive in the air. The first TA-152s, an evolution of the Focke-Wulf, appeared in the fall. The aircraft was more sophisticated, faster, and more powerfully armed. It had as many as six cannons: two 30-millimeter and four 20-millimeter. And its speed reached 760 kilometers per hour. Which is quite a speed for a propeller-driven aircraft.
  The TA-152 could also serve as a ground attack aircraft, thanks to its powerful armor and armament. It could also be used as a frontline bomber, carrying up to two tons of bombs. And, of course, as a fighter. Its high dive speed allowed it to escape if an enemy aircraft was tailed, and it could knock out its powerful armament in a single pass. This compensated for some maneuverability issues due to the aircraft's considerable weight.
  Other developments worth noting include the TA-400, with six engines, a ten- to twelve-ton bomb load, and a range of eight thousand kilometers. This was intended for bombing the United States.
  The TA-400 wasn't very fast yet, but it had powerful defensive armament - thirteen aircraft cannons and seven hundred kilograms of armor - try shooting down such a bomber.
  Well, as they say, the English were made into a cutlet.
  The most interesting thing is that the Germans managed to outmaneuver Britain by staging several false landings during the summer. But the real landing took place in November of 1943. Back then, no one expected it, and everyone thought it was too late, storms were already brewing, and nothing would happen until the following spring, not before May. But this time, Hitler outmaneuvered everyone again. He sent several secret teams of weather forecasters to Greenland and managed to time favorable weather in November.
  Most importantly, the Germans achieved complete tactical surprise and had everything ready for the landing, including amphibious and underwater tanks and landing modules. A new generation of self-propelled guns, the E-series, was specifically developed. The E-series tanks and self-propelled guns-the letter standing for "development"-began development in early 1942 as a new generation. There were to be six types: over five tons, over ten tons, over twenty-five tons, over fifty tons, over seventy-five tons, and over one hundred tons.
  But the Fuhrer ordered that a ten-ton tank be made for the landing in Britain, so that it could be dropped by parachute and on a landing module.
  German designers created a self-propelled gun-it had a lower profile, was easier to manufacture, cheaper, and lighter, and allowed for some innovations and know-how. Specifically, the self-propelled gun had only two crew members, who were positioned prone. The engine and transmission were mounted transversely in a single unit, and the gearbox was located on the engine itself. This allowed for increased fighting space.
  Thus, the height of the self-propelled gun was only one meter and twenty centimeters. This made it possible to cram a modernized T-4 gun into ten tons-a 75-millimeter caliber, 48-El-long barrel. This weapon could penetrate Shermans, cruiser tanks, and early Churchill tanks. True, Britain had already introduced Churchill tanks with 152-millimeter frontal armor in 1943, but they weren't yet in widespread use.
  So the SPG's armament was acceptable. The frontal armor, thanks to its very low profile, was 82 millimeters thick and sloped at 45 degrees. This made it impenetrable to most anti-tank guns. Of the tanks' guns, only the 17-pounder gun could penetrate the front.
  The 52mm side armor was just right to deflect anti-tank rifles, and the 37mm cannons were also effective. And the 400-horsepower, ten-ton engine could propel the self-propelled gun up to 100 kilometers (60 miles) on the highway.
  In short, the Germans had superiority over Britain and the United States in both quantity and quality.
  And on November 8th, the long-awaited Operation Sea Lion finally began, with landings in various locations. It was a special day-twenty years since the Beer Hall Putsch. And it coincided perfectly with favorable weather in the English Channel. The landing involved the German merchant fleet, even riverboats, and much more. The landing modules were particularly effective. And not just tanks, but infantry fighting vehicles as well. And also the E-5, although there were few of them, and this vehicle was armed only with a machine gun, but with only one crew member.
  But the E-5 tank was just entering production; it was created, or rather designed, later. It only has one man, and he's lying down and of small stature, yet it carries a fairly powerful machine gun armament-seven barrels. It's a very beautiful and interesting design.
  And for the first time, children were on a self-propelled gun. Yes, they actually decided to put ten-year-old boys in the E-5's cockpit as an experiment. They were small, but well-trained. And for the first time in the history of tank design, joysticks were used for control. The E-5 weighed only four tons, but it was well protected, and seven machine guns were a powerful weapon.
  They didn't install a cannon-and there was a reason for that. But of course, the E-5 had everything ahead of it.
  Besides the British troops, there were also American ones. And this created some problems. Britain seemed to have a large force, although the Germans had achieved air superiority and had large units. They also had a qualitative advantage. The German MP-44 assault rifle was also much better than British and American submachine guns. In fact, it was even better than the MP-44 that actually existed. The Germans had no problems with alloying elements, so the assault rifle was made from harder and more durable metals. It weighed less, struck more accurately and from a greater distance, with better grouping.
  The German assault rifle was arguably superior to the Soviet assault rifle known as the Kalashnikov. Moreover, the Kalashnikov appeared after the war and borrowed much from the MP-44, albeit in a weaker version. Due to a shortage of alloying elements, the metal used by the Third Reich in real history was softer and weaker. But raw materials were no longer a problem for the Kalashnikov.
  Moreover, Africa has a lot of uranium, so the Germans began making shells with a uranium core. This allowed them to penetrate even the newest and most heavily armored Churchill tanks from the front with their 75-millimeter guns. So the Nazis achieved a significant qualitative superiority over the Allies, and there's no denying it.
  In short, the attack on London was successful, including flanking maneuvers and landings in the rear and in Scotland.
  Stalin maintained a friendly neutrality at this time. Although many speculated, what if Hitler, having defeated Britain, attacked the USSR? But he himself did not want to start a war with all of Europe.
  Moreover, even Sweden declared war on Britain and joined the Axis Powers.
  The odds were becoming increasingly unequal. Stalin hesitated. The USSR certainly had its advantages. In particular, the Third Five-Year Plan had been exceeded once again. True, this required increasing the length of the workday, abandoning the five-day workweek in favor of a seven-day one, and introducing draconian penalties for absenteeism and being late.
  But even though the USSR was strong and had plenty of tanks, and their numbers were growing, not everything was smooth sailing. Stalin became enamored with the heavy and super-heavy KV tanks. The KV-4 was chosen in its heaviest version, weighing 108 tons, and the KV-5, weighing 100 tons. And then, in 1942, the KV-6, weighing 150 tons, appeared. Was it worth going down that path? But the Nazis had already developed the Maus, weighing 180 tons, and intelligence had received information about it even before the appearance of this metal mastodon.
  And of course, we need to surpass them. Aviation isn't all that great either. The PE-2 frontline bomber is difficult to fly. The MiG-3 fighter, while the fastest and best armed, lacks maneuverability. Furthermore, its machine gun armament is inferior in effectiveness to aircraft cannons. The PE-8 isn't all that great either.
  And in general, the Germans developed their air force very quickly. After the war with the Finns, the USSR no longer conducted serious military operations. And somehow, attacking the Third Reich was scary. And Stalin himself was much more cautious in foreign policy than in domestic. That's his style. In real history, for example, he never dared to liberate Yugoslavia from the opportunist and traitor Tito. In short, Stalin never gave the order for an offensive.
  Two boys, Peter and Karl, took part in the battles. They were only ten years old, and they were small. But they were on an E-5 self-propelled gun. This machine is very light - four tons, with a four-hundred-horsepower engine. Moreover, the engines are experimental, very compact gas turbines. And the children tested it.
  And they fired at the enemy. Imagine the speed of the self-propelled gun-one hundred horsepower for every ton of weight-practically a racing car. And the armor was heavily sloped and nearly impenetrable.
  Two E-5 tanks, led by Peter and Karl-two boys who fought in shorts and barefoot. The gas turbine engine provided warmth, and despite it being November, the brave children didn't freeze. And they gained speed and were the first to break into London.
  To the English, this is like a knife to the throat. Peter, a boy, is glistening with sweat, his small, childish body possessing rather defined muscles, and his skin is tanned. It's hot, and the child sings:
  What should we do in Albion,
  Where are the frogs for lunch...
  We are warriors in the law,
  And we don"t know, believe the troubles!
  Karl is also a small, wiry, muscular, tanned boy. His childish legs press the pedals, and he fires all his machine guns at the warriors of the Lion Empire. And mows them down. And when shells hit the E-5, they ricochet due to the steep angle. The armor is also high-quality, cemented and polished, shells slide off like crazy. Yes, the Fritz have some pretty good weapons, and the vehicles are simply superb.
  So try to compete with the monster children.
  Churchill, of course, chose to retreat when Hitler's troops entered London. He fled hastily to Canada, though before leaving he gave the order to fight to the death. But the British, and especially the Americans, weren't exactly eager to die. Especially since the Germans had the initiative. Their tanks were powerful and fast. Even the Maus was quite capable of moving and proving itself a fortress on tracks.
  Legendary pilot Johann Marseille shot down his 500th aircraft. For this, he was awarded the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross. It must be said that this is a rather rare award, both high and prestigious. Besides Marseille, new star aces emerged - the girls Albina and Alvina. They fought in nothing but bikinis and barefoot, in all weather conditions. Moreover, they not only flew but also hit ground targets. The TA-152 multirole aircraft was effective.
  The operation to capture Britain took only two weeks. The London garrison capitulated. Other units, including the American ones, then surrendered as well.
  At that point, the US only had the Sherman, and even that only had a 75mm gun. And the Grand and some other vehicles were even worse. The M-16 heavy tank wasn't much of a machine either. And the US didn't yet have an effective submachine gun, although they had plenty of conventional machine guns.
  And Ireland was captured quickly and almost simultaneously. But the war is not over yet. The US and the Dominions are still fighting.
  In January 1944, German and Japanese troops landed in Australia. It was indeed time to occupy this dominion. And in February, despite the winter, the Nazis also captured Iceland. The operation was called "Northern Gambit."
  The war goes on, and the Nazis acquire more and more jet aircraft.
  But they're not being produced to replace propeller-driven aircraft, but alongside them. After all, the Germans' jet aircraft are still imperfect, while their propeller-driven aircraft are superior to the American ones.
  Hitler demands to wage war with America until its complete capitulation.
  The Nazis are building aircraft carriers at a truly staggering pace. Meanwhile, a pro-German government is being installed in Britain, and part of the Lion Empire's fleet is being taken over by the Nazis.
  The Americans clearly won't have time to develop an atomic bomb. Stalin remains neutral. Although Hitler would have liked the USSR to join the war.
  In Latin America, the fascists are establishing a foothold. Argentina, Chile, and even Brazil declare war on the United States. Pro-German forces come to power there. The situation is escalating.
  In the spring of 1944, the Germans captured Greenland and even approached Canada. The situation was unpleasant for America.
  The Nazis and Japanese are also pressing from the south. They are launching an offensive from there.
  Hitler also ordered a ballistic missile strike on New York City. And the Germans actually managed to destroy the skyscraper on April 20, 1944, using radar for guidance. True, a missile capable of reaching America from France was so expensive that this action was dictated purely for propaganda purposes. But it was devastating.
  On June 6th, the Nazis landed in Canada and established several bridgeheads there. And on June 12th, they also landed in Cuba. The Nazis also had a new medium tank. Also from the E series, meaning it was more compact and advanced. And a new tank - the E-50 Panther-3. It weighed only forty-five tons, but had armor as thick as the Tiger-2, only even more sloped, a faster fire rate, a more accurate gun, and an 88-millimeter armor-piercing gun with a 100-EL barrel length. And it had a 1,200-horsepower engine. What a machine! Fast, well-armed, virtually impenetrable from the front, and practically overpowered!
  The US only had Shermans that were more or less operational. Well, they installed a slightly more powerful gun-76 mm and a longer barrel. And then, a little later, the Firefly appeared, more or less, with a British 17-pounder gun that could take a Panther-3 from the side.
  The foothold in Canada continued to expand. In early August, Quebec and Toronto were captured.
  The Germans and Japanese achieved total dominance in the skies. German ace pilot Johann Marseille shot down seven hundred and fifty aircraft and received a new award, also specially created for him: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and diamonds. Female pilots Albina and Alvina each achieved five hundred aircraft shot down. They were each awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with gold oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  More advanced German ME-163 jet fighters with rocket engines capable of reaching speeds of up to 1,200 kilometers per hour appeared in the skies. And then there were the Ju-488 propeller-driven bombers, capable of reaching speeds of 700 kilometers per hour and carrying a bomb load of up to ten tons. And the more advanced TA-400.
  But the Arado frontline jet bombers proved particularly effective, being completely unmatched. And no American aircraft could catch them. Moreover, the US still had no combat-ready jets. The situation for America was almost hopeless!
  CHAPTER No 2.
  Kazimir is now in Stalin's body. On the one hand, this is enormous power, but on the other, it's also a colossal responsibility. And, of course, one must reconcile one's own and others' memories. Stalin was Kazimir Poltavtsev's idol. Although this deity is perhaps a dark one. And he truly did sometimes wish he were in his place. And, for example, to win the Great Patriotic War with far less bloodshed. And that would have been wonderful.
  And so the dream came true, only it wasn't 1941, but 1946, and the enemy proved much stronger. And the calls from various army and unit commanders were already ringing off the hook. No, it's not like nothing had been done. The Molotov Line was completed, the Stalin Line modernized, and even a third, quite decent, line of defense had been built behind it. But they still had to fend off Japan and its satellites and colonies. And the USSR's only remaining ally in the world was Mongolia. Or rather, it had no other countries.
  So the situation is dire, the USSR was attacked, and you have two personalities inside you, and there is a struggle between them.
  I should call the commanders and ministers, but my head is ringing like a bell. First, I need to master the host's memory.
  Apparently, information about the Führer preparing an attack had been coming in since the beginning of the year. And the army was put on full combat alert.
  The Nazis attack at the end of May: the roads are just finishing drying after the spring thaw. Plus, the sowing season is finishing, and the Germans are harvesting the captured territory. It all makes perfect sense.
  So, it seems they guessed the date of May 30, 1946, correctly. And they dug a fair amount of fortifications. But the forces were very unequal. Consider the rest of the world was against the USSR. Try to resist that.
  In September 1944, the fighting moved to the United States itself. The fighting demonstrated the strength of Nazi tanks, especially the Panther-3. The E-25 self-propelled gun also proved no weakling. It resembled the E-10, only larger in weight, with a more powerful armament and thicker armor. Its 88-millimeter gun with a barrel length of 100 EL could penetrate all American vehicles at long range. And its 120-millimeter frontal armor, sloped at a steep angle, could withstand almost all American anti-tank weapons. And this marvel weighed only twenty-six tons, with a 1,200-horsepower supercharged engine.
  And just imagine - the self-propelled gun practically flies. Karl and Peter are still little boys - eleven years old, to be exact. They're even smaller than typical children that age. But the self-propelled gun, with its small size, is more comfortable to operate. Everything is controlled with joysticks. The armament has been slightly updated - four machine guns and three aircraft cannons with 30mm high-explosive shells. It's practical. And the joysticks are smaller, but much more comfortable, like those on a twenty-first-century game console.
  So, Hitler's troops are moving through the United States without any problems. And Peter and Karl are working together. They could even knock out a Sherman with aircraft cannons. This tank has a tall silhouette and isn't very good. They're actually considering putting the Pershing into production. It's slightly more powerful with a 90mm gun, but there are both technological and bureaucratic difficulties with putting it into production. The Germans already have the Tiger-3 in production. It's better protected, especially from the sides, than the Panther-3, but it's certainly heavier and less maneuverable. However, it's also an E-series tank with a transversely mounted engine and transmission. The gearbox is mounted on the engine itself, and joysticks are already being introduced for controls, although not yet in widespread use. Regarding armament, there are some issues. The 128mm gun has a more powerful high-explosive effect and effectively destroys unarmored targets. However, it's inferior to the 88mm in rate of fire-only five rounds per minute. The more advanced cannon on the Panther-3, however, fires twelve annihilation gifts per minute.
  And if you take a 75-mm gun, then twenty shots per minute.
  The E-10 was equipped with the Panther's 70 EL cannon, and it also had a higher rate of fire. A more powerful engine was also developed-a 600-horsepower gas turbine. The already nimble self-propelled gun literally took off. But the E-4, which was 100 kilograms heavier due to the aircraft cannons, also received a 600-horsepower gas turbine.
  And the cars that Peter and Karl raced in accelerated as if they were racing, on a special driving platform, up to three hundred kilometers on the highway.
  And how those boys raced. Sweet little fellows, wearing nothing but sweatpants and tiny, bare, childish feet. Both blond, their height chosen to be below average, even for children. But imagine, weighing four tons, this vehicle can withstand a frontal hit from even a Firefly-class Sherman or a Pershing with a 90-millimeter gun. Only a Super Pershing with a 73EL-long barrel can penetrate it, but that tank is still in development. And then there's the American 155-millimeter "Big Tom" self-propelled gun, which poses problems for the Germans. But such a large self-propelled gun is difficult to camouflage. And it's destroyed from the air.
  Peter and Karl shot an entire company of Americans and sang with smiles:
  We are cool warriors,
  SS boys...
  Even though we run barefoot,
  And a demon has entered into us!
  And the boys laugh, and again the aircraft cannons set fire to the tanks, and their well-aimed shots detonate the ammunition depot. That's the impact.
  And in the sky, female aces Albina and Alvina fight. Although the Germans already have jet attack aircraft, the beautiful blondes prefer the TA-152, a well-oiled machine and the best in the world. They use it to fire both rockets and aircraft cannons. Which they do very effectively.
  They are raining shells down from above and destroying American vehicles on land and in the air.
  Shermans were produced in large numbers, but they were no match for the Germans, whose most widely produced tank, the Panther III. The German tank was modernized throughout the war, depending on its modification. A 1,500-horsepower gas turbine engine was introduced. And despite weighing forty-five tons, the German tank could now reach almost 100 kilometers per hour on the highway.
  What a monster... Gerda is fighting the Americans. The fighting is taking place in Philadelphia, which is in the north. The crew consists of four girls: Gerda, Charlotte, Christina, and Magda. They are barefoot and wearing bikinis. Their tank's frontal penetration is practically impenetrable to conventional guns. Unless a really high-caliber one is used. Or a Sherman with a long-barreled gun can take it from the side. The relatively weakest point in the front is the lower part of the armor - only 120 mm thick, albeit at a steep angle, and it's comparatively small in area, making it difficult to hit. In any case, the frontal penetration is almost completely safe in the Panther-2. But even a regular Sherman can penetrate the side - only 82 mm of armor, even at an angle.
  Gerda, however, shoots using her bare toes. She turns over the American howitzer and squeals:
  - One, two, three - tear apart all the tanks!
  Next, Charlotte takes a shot at her, using the bare toes of her graceful, chiseled feet.
  And it also penetrates not a howitzer, but a car. Now that's lethal force. The red-haired girl is top-notch.
  After which she took and whistled:
  - We will boldly go into battle for white children and their future!
  Then Christina shoots, and does it quite accurately, saying:
  - Heat up the pliers and burn the beautiful Komsomol member's heel!
  Magda giggled and also fired accurately, noting that it had penetrated the car:
  - It's very pleasant to apply a hot iron to bare heels.
  The girls, as you can see, fought well. And have fun too.
  The Germans also have a new bomber, the TA-500, with both propeller and jet engines, and it can reach speeds of up to 800 kilometers per hour. American fighters simply can't catch it.
  And it bombs very powerfully. But that's not all. A more intriguing project is a tailless jet bomber capable of bombing Americans from Europe. And it truly is a monster from hell.
  Some progress is being made in the nuclear field. In particular, tanks with depleted uranium armor have appeared. They're very strong, but a bit heavy. And, of course, shells with uranium cores. And these types of weapons are simply superb.
  In general, the German 88-millimeter anti-tank gun is overkill in terms of armor penetration. The Americans have no tanks that can withstand it. The only one is the T-93, weighing in at ninety-three tons. More accurately, it's not even a tank, but a self-propelled gun. This vehicle, with 305 millimeters of frontal armor, might have a chance, but it's not mass-produced.
  At the beginning of 1945, only the Pershing and a small number of Super Pershings had entered mass production, but Hitler's troops had already stormed New York and Washington by January. And in February, those cities fell. The war continued for some time. But it was already America's death throes. And then, on April 20, the remnants of the American army surrendered.
  By the end of the war, the Germans had managed to use two exotic weapons during the assault on New York: the two-thousand-ton "Rat" super-heavy tank, along with an entire battery. And the three-thousand-ton "Monter" super-heavy tank, armed with a powerful rocket launcher.
  The prototype for this vehicle was the "Sturmtiger." This vehicle was first tested during the assault on London. Its 380-millimeter rocket launcher destroyed entire strongholds. But the "Monster" super-heavy tank's rocket launcher had a caliber of 3800 mm, ten times greater.
  And he demolished entire neighborhoods.
  Maybe that's why the Third Reich didn't develop an atomic bomb and still has monsters. But they did create nuclear submarines and even airplanes. Well, the latter are difficult to make, and it's a long story.
  Rocket technology also developed, and attempts were made to make missiles more accurate and radio-guided.
  But another highlight was the Belonze discs, or flying saucers. This flying disc was tested in the Third Reich back in 1944. It reached an altitude of fifteen kilometers in three minutes and traveled at a speed of Mach 2. However, this craft had a drawback: it was too large and vulnerable to small arms fire. Indeed, if a shell hit one of the jet engines, the disc would lose stability.
  The Third Reich also attempted to improve this device, specifically by creating a very powerful, laminar jet that would simply blow away all bullets, shells, and their fragments.
  True, this required a very powerful energy source. That's when the idea was born: to build a nuclear reactor on the disc, thereby generating such a powerful air flow that the machine would become completely invulnerable to all types of small arms.
  On the one hand, this was, of course, a brilliant idea and a kind of know-how. But on the other hand, the disc, rendered invulnerable by the powerful laminar jet, lost its ability to fire. True, it could still ram enemy aircraft, but that's putting it mildly. And try destroying ground targets.
  And so the search for new weapons for such disc-like craft began. Ideas included ultrasound, thermal beams, lasers, and short-wave pulses. In other words, weapons for future wars and a new generation were being developed.
  Hitler was also preparing for an attack on the USSR. Stalin, after all, was also strong. He managed to fully equip twenty mechanized corps, bringing their tank strength to thirty-two thousand. Not all of these tanks were good, especially the super-heavy KV tanks. But the T-34-76 main battle tank, for example, was quite good. And in 1944, the more powerful and advanced T-34-85 appeared.
  The Fourth Five-Year Plan was also on track, and even slightly ahead of schedule. By the end of 1945, the USSR had formed one hundred and twenty fully-fledged divisions with sixty thousand tanks. Plus, another eighty-five tank divisions were under formation, with another ten thousand tanks. And that's not counting tankettes, armored cars, and self-propelled guns. True, the latter had been in short supply until recently. It wasn't until 1945 that the SU-100 began to be mass-produced. This vehicle was both quite mobile and well-armed.
  A significant portion of Soviet tanks, however, were light and outdated. The T-34 was the most widely produced. The German Panther-3, of course, was the most widely produced tank. And it surpassed the T-34 in every respect. The T-54 had not yet been finalized and had not yet entered production...
  The USSR also developed the IS, or more accurately, the IS family. The IS-1 wasn't widely produced. The more common IS-2 with a 122-mm gun, and in 1945, the IS-3, with a pike-shaped turret and heavily sloped armor, was also introduced.
  The IS-4 only began to be produced in small quantities in 1946. The tank turned out to be well-protected on one side-250-millimeter frontal armor and 170-millimeter side armor. But the main gun was still 122-millimeter. And the Panther-3's frontal armor was clearly inadequate. It was also a heavy tank, like the KV-superheavy tanks, which were a burden on the Red Army.
  The Germans put the Panther-4 into production. The new vehicle weighed seventy tons, but it was well-protected with a 250-millimeter frontal armor, 170-millimeter side armor, and a more powerful 105-millimeter gun, all powered by an 1,800-horsepower gas turbine engine. Soviet vehicles were simply overwhelmed by such power.
  So, despite the large number of aircraft, German aircraft were superior in quality to Soviet ones. Aviation was a complete disaster: the Germans had mass-produced jet aircraft, while the USSR didn't have mass-produced aircraft with the same thrust. The performance characteristics were completely incomparable.
  Well, in principle, propeller-driven aircraft can't be as fast as jet aircraft. Moreover, the Germans have a lot of aircraft, a great many, in fact. While fighting the US and Britain, they greatly developed mass production. Plus, they control both British and American aircraft factories. So, the USSR is inferior to the Third Reich in both quantity and quality in the air.
  Plus, Japan has its own air force. While the samurai aren't as strong in tanks, they are in the air force-their planes are good, and their ace pilots are experienced and skilled.
  In terms of combat experience, the USSR, the Third Reich, and Japan were nowhere near as good. For shooting down a thousand aircraft, Marseille received a unique award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. So, the Führer acted wisely-he immediately instituted three classes of this order, with a reserve. There will also be gold and platinum oak leaves.
  Well, two female pilots, Albina and Alvina, each received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and diamonds. And that's a healthy 750 aircraft total. And pilot Huffman also exceeded 750 aircraft total and received a similar award.
  Yes, here in the sky, Hitler and Japan have a simply colossal and overwhelming advantage.
  Not just in metal, but also in human material. And the advent of more advanced disc craft will create total dominance in all azimuths. And weapons will be found. A nuclear-powered laser could theoretically be built with nuclear pumping, as well as a colossal ultrasonic cannon that would hit as hard as a colossal bomb-thrower, but much more frequently. And that would truly be total death.
  The USSR had over seventy thousand tanks. Hitler strained the Third Reich's industry to achieve at least parity in quantity, while improving quality. Numerous American, British, and French factories were also utilized. In 1946, the Panther-4, which most Soviet guns couldn't penetrate even in the side, rose to the top of the tank design charts. Meanwhile, the German tank easily penetrated all the KV behemoths. Incidentally, the number of different KV tanks reached thirteen main variants, some with up to five barrels.
  The IS-3 heavy tank was more or less successful, although its complex shape made it difficult to mass-produce. Its performance was poor-forty-nine tons weighed in with a 520-horsepower engine-and its ergonomics were poor. Its only advantage was its very steeply sloped armor, especially on the front. This tank was capable of engaging many German guns head-on.
  But you still can't stand up to the Panther-4 with its devastating gun. It penetrates all 105mm and 100mm EL caliber guns, especially if the shell has a uranium core. It also penetrates the IS-4.
  The USSR is actually working on the IS-7, aiming to create a tank with a 130-mm gun and fairly powerful sloped armor. But it looks like the Nazis will be able to penetrate it, too.
  Stalin himself gave many orders. But they couldn't just burst into flames. The tanks were roughly equal, but the Nazis still had tens of thousands of captured Shermans. But the Sherman was so inferior, even to the Panther-3, or the even earlier Panther-2, that they weren't even planning on using it.
  The Nazis also had self-propelled guns: the E-5, E-10, and E-25, which were numerous and highly mobile. The USSR, however, had few self-propelled guns. However, in 1946, they were trying to dramatically increase production of the SU-100, as the T-54 wasn't ready for mass production, and the T-34, the main battle tank, couldn't penetrate the Panther-4, even from the side, at any angle.
  Thus, the balance of power in technology is simply catastrophic. The Third Reich had already entered production with the brand-new ME-362, armed with seven cannons and capable of speeds up to 1,500 kilometers per hour-a beast of a machine. There's also the ME-1100, the latest version with forward-swept wings. The ME-263, a rocket-powered fighter, is the fastest, reaching Mach 2, despite being small and tailless. And at that speed, it's almost impossible to hit. There's also the Ju-287 jet bomber, also a very interesting machine, with forward-swept wings.
  And what else isn't there...
  Albina and Alvina recall how they fought in the skies of America...
  Here's a plane taking off with a girl in a bikini. And already in flight, the beauty presses the joystick button with her bare toes. And shoots down five American winged birds at once, with a single burst. Now that's truly lethal.
  After which Albina sang:
  - Chick, tweet and chick!
  Alvina also fired at the enemy. She shot down several vehicles, setting them on fire, and squealed:
  - Tara, tara, cockroach!
  And the girls in bikinis will laugh. That's how deadly the impact is. And it's clear what awaits the Soviet planes in the end.
  These are truly the kind of women. They can knock down a quasar with their little finger.
  But the Nazis have something else. Specifically, underground tanks. They're studded with numerous drills and move through the ground at eight kilometers per hour. This is a real and very effective way to attack positions. You can dig tunnels like this.
  Underground tanks were also one of the Third Reich's know-how. And quite an impressive one. Once deployed, it hits.
  By May, the Nazis were already moving closer to the border. Stalin had quite a bit of artillery. He had weapons of various calibers, including rockets. But the Nazis also had gas projectors. And that was serious.
  The most important thing is the Nazis' vast superiority in personnel, primarily due to colonial troops. They recruited a large number of infantry. Only some of the commanders were German, while the rest were foreigners.
  In Nazi Germany, efforts are being made to increase the birth rate.
  One of these laws allowed for four wives, as in Islam. And the Pope confirmed it, otherwise they'd probably shoot you to death. And in Christian churches in the occupied territories, they're forced to pray to God and Hitler.
  The wives, of course, are new, foreigners. And this increases the German population.
  Things are happening in the USSR, too. Abortions have long been banned, and contraception is almost impossible to obtain. They even introduced the title "Mother Heroine." But the new generation still has to grow up. Mortality rates are declining. And the USSR's population is also growing. But it's understandable that it's very difficult to resist the world.
  The German assault rifle MP-44 and MP-64 are unrivaled and superior to Soviet small arms in every respect.
  And of course, the Nazis are more mobile. They have far more vehicles.
  The Third Reich planned to throw thirty million infantry into the first wave against the USSR alone. The peacetime Red Army was approximately five million strong. However, this time, Stalin did not repeat the mistake he made in real history and carried out a general mobilization. The army's strength was increased to fifteen million, not counting the NKVD and border guards. But even so, on the Western Front, the infantry ratio in the first wave was three to one. And yet, they still had to hold the Far East, Central Asia, and Mongolia. Japan's front line had twenty-five million infantry alone.
  That's the balance of power. One to five...
  Thus, the fascist coalition had a one-to-four advantage in infantry only in the first echelon. In tanks, including the Japanese, the ratio was roughly one-to-one-and-a-half. But the Nazis were superior in quality. And if you add in their light, yet very fast, well-armed and armored self-propelled guns, the ratio would also be one-to-three.
  Stalin apparently had plenty of cannons, and the ratio here is roughly one to one and a half in favor of the Third Reich. But the German guns were more sophisticated and had a larger caliber. Only in rocket artillery is there approximate parity.
  Despite all the USSR's efforts, the coalition's air force, including Japanese aircraft, still had a one-to-four advantage. And the quality gap was absolutely staggering. The USSR had no real jet aircraft in service, only development work.
  So it's going to be really hot in the skies. And complete air dominance of the Axis powers is guaranteed. The Third Reich has both ballistic and cruise missiles. Well, the USSR doesn't have anything close to those weapons. There's no comparison.
  German missiles can even reach Moscow, and their accuracy has improved significantly. However, conventional jet bombers are still much cheaper, simpler, and more accurate.
  The Nazis even have guided bombs with winglets, highly accurate, and dive-bombers.
  That is, technologically the Third Reich was far ahead of the USSR.
  The balance of power is, to put it mildly, almost hopeless. But Stalin has a fairly powerful defensive line. Specifically, the Molotov Line in the first echelon is fully completed. In the second, the Stalin Line has been modernized. And the third echelon is built behind the Stalin Line.
  They also entrenched themselves in the Transcaucasus. There's also Germany's satellite Türkiye and the colony of Iran, as well as other satellites of the Third Reich.
  Central Asia is less well-protected by fortified areas. But there, the calculations are based on the terrain and relief itself.
  In general, relying on a strong defensive line, especially one in depth, can prolong resistance. But the Germans have great forces. Instead of the Maus, they created the E-100 Mammoth, which was lighter, faster, and better armed. And then there's the King Lion tank, which weighs 100 tons, has 300-millimeter frontal armor, 200-millimeter side armor, all sloped, a devastating gun, and a 2,000-horsepower engine.
  So the Nazis have something to break through the defenses with. And Stalin is in a very tight spot.
  What else do the Nazis have? Helicopters. And not just any helicopters, but disc-shaped ones. And they're heavily armed. And helicopters have a number of advantages. Although they're easier to shoot down than attack aircraft. The Nazis also have helicopters, while the USSR doesn't have any yet. Sikorsky worked for America and created a lot there. And Kurt Tank and his team perfected them. So the USSR has a problem again.
  May 30, 1946-the precise date for the invasion. Why the very end of May? The grain sowing was over, the roads were dry, the days were long, the perfect time to strike. Hitler wanted April 20, but it was still muddy, and the sowing had to be allowed to continue, so that the harvest from the conquered territories could be harvested. So Gron was faced with a real challenge!
  CHAPTER No 3.
  Oleg Rybachenko received the gift of immortality from the Russian demiurge gods. But in exchange, he had to carry out various missions in the body of a twelve-year-old boy. Now he was sent to assist Gron, or Karazim, who had assumed Stalin's flesh.
  The latter was still adapting to the new body. On May 30, the USSR was attacked from both west and east. Fortifications had indeed been built and troops were in full combat readiness. And Hron himself, following Stalin's memory, had issued all the necessary orders. The General Staff's plan was simple: wear down the Third Reich's forces with an active defense, then, having built up their strength and driven the enemy out, launch an offensive. But given the numerical and qualitative superiority, it was doubtful that this horde could be stopped at all. And even if it were, would there be reserves to launch a counteroffensive?
  The Nazis were too strong, especially in the air force. And on the very first day, bombs began raining down on Moscow.
  Hron heard this; there was a timid knock on the door of his office. When Casimir-Joseph opened the door, he was met by officers begging him to come down to the bunker.
  Stalni-Gron decided not to argue. Indeed, if he were killed, his soul might migrate elsewhere, and, God willing, into a young and healthy body, but in this universe, Soviet Russia would disappear forever.
  And beneath Moscow, there's an entire underground city, which began being dug during the reign of Ivan the Terrible. And later, especially under Stalin, a whole network of bunkers and shelters was created. And underground, you could practically rule the entire world; there's excellent communications, ventilation, and even an entertainment industry.
  Stalin-Gron, however, as he walked and descended the elevator, felt that his body was clearly no longer young. His energy was no longer what it had been. His agility wasn't at its best. So there was nothing to be happy about.
  There weren't any particular plans in mind. Or rather, something from Stalin's old memories. Something like the Battle of Kursk, only on a larger scale. Specifically, using a powerful, well-dug defensive line to wear down the enemy, outlast them, drive them out, exhaust them, and then launch a counteroffensive.
  Whether they'll succeed is still a question. Kuropatkin, it seems, wanted to win just as much. And if not for that damned 1905 revolution, such tactics would have led to the Japanese running out of soldiers sooner or later. And the Tsarist army would have had a significant advantage. Russia has three times the population of Japan, and five times the mobilization resources. But then, due to the Tsar's mistake, who scurried off to Tsarskoye Selo during Bloody Sunday, a massacre of the crowd, provoked by Socialist Revolutionary terrorists, occurred. As a result, riots and rebellions broke out across Russia.
  And so, even after Mukanda, nothing terrible happened, and Russia had a two-fold numerical superiority, and the quality of the troops increased, while that of the Japanese fell.
  Yes, stupid people, they prevented another Russian victory, they shouldn"t have fallen for the provocateurs.
  But now, attrition will be difficult to overcome, as the Axis powers have a superior manpower base. And almost the entire world is fighting on the side of the Third Reich. Latin American countries have sent their troops; they are effectively satellites. So have the other powers, the occupied territories, and the numerous colonies.
  Stalin-Gron plopped down in a chair, noting that one must be friends with sports, otherwise one"s endurance will fail.
  Beria was nearby. The People's Commissar reported:
  - We are being attacked from all sides!
  Stalin-Gron muttered:
  - I know that!
  Lavrenty Palych noted:
  - In the very first hours, the enemy has already penetrated our positions. What do you order us to do, Comrade Stalin?
  The leader answered confidently:
  - Act according to the General Staff's pre-approved plan, then we'll see!
  Beria asked ingratiatingly:
  - Maybe something can be improved?
  Stalin-Gron answered confidently:
  "Until we know and have complete information, improvisation can only make things worse. We must fight to the death! But if there's a threat of encirclement, then retreat!"
  Lavrenty Palych nodded:
  - It's clear.
  Stalin-Gron exclaimed:
  - Go away for now, I want to be alone!
  Beria obediently took off. The leader settled more comfortably into his chair. And he desperately wanted a cigarette. A monstrous one. And Stalin-Gron made a gesture. A beautiful girl in a short skirt, stepping carefully with bare feet, offered the leader a pipe. It was a bad habit, Kazimir knew, even though he'd smoked during the war and then quit. But you can't argue with someone else's body; those are its peculiar habits and quirks.
  Stalin-Gron smoked, inhaling the poison, and he felt a profound repulsion from the stench of tobacco. Oh well, he needed to figure something out now.
  Kazimir is, to put it mildly, no expert in military strategy. During the war, he commanded virtually nothing. And if he did command anything later, it was at the level of small special forces units.
  So what should we do now? Well, the General Staff is indeed right: even if we're inferior in forces, we should defend. Although, for example, Alexander Suvorov preferred to attack with fewer troops.
  But this doesn't always work.
  Stalin-Gron saw that in the leader"s cabin there were indeed portraits of military leaders and tsars hanging - painted in oil and on canvas by skilled artists, in gilded frames.
  And here indeed is Alexander Suvorov, with all his numerous medals and in the uniform of a generalissimo. The thought flashed through Kazimir's mind that Stalin, after his victory in World War II, had also become a generalissimo, but what would have happened if Stalin had lived longer and won World War III as well? What rank would they have awarded him then? There is no rank higher than generalissimo, so they would have had to invent something new.
  For example, there could be a supergenerassimus! Well, that's not bad either.
  And if, say, Alexander Suvorov had lived longer and defeated Napoleon? What would the Tsar have given him for that? What title? Would they have had to come up with something all over again?!
  Kazimir shifted his gaze. There were, of course, other portraits here. Kutuzov, Alexander Nevsky, Dmitry Donskoy, Peter the Great, Ivan the Terrible. Naval commanders: Nakhimov, Ushakov, Makarov. The latter, unfortunately, commanded the Pacific squadron for too short a time. Had the battleship Petropavlovsk not been sunk, along with this genius, perhaps the entire course of world history would have been different.
  Tsarist Russia would have won the war with Japan, perhaps without much tension, and the empire would have retained its form of government-an absolute monarchy. This would mean there would have been no State Duma, a breeding ground for rebellions and conspiracies. And even if World War I had happened, it would have been won. Lenin would not have lived to see the revolution. Perhaps the Romanovs would still be ruling into the twenty-first century.
  It's a shame, because so much in history depends on one person. Just think of Muhammad or Genghis Khan, the influence they had on the entire world. Just like Stalin and Hitler. And Admiral Makarov could have had a great influence, earning a place in the hall of fame.
  And so he was placed in such a company in advance.
  Here's another portrait of a general who didn't fully reveal himself: Skobelev. Although he could easily have equaled Suvorov, or even surpassed him. Well, if Russia had continued to wage wars, Alexander III would have been a peacemaker. But that's because he ruled for only thirteen years, and the last six of those were gravely ill.
  And when you're sick, you have no time for conquests. Stalin-Gron felt tired in body and soul, and sank into sleep...
  He dreamed of his past. Before the war had even begun, when he was a boy of about twelve. He was vacationing at a perfectly normal pioneer camp. There he was, Kazimir, a boy named Seryozhka, and a girl named Katya, sitting on the shore.
  Barefoot, tanned children are fishing with rods. They're perfectly normal; they haven't heard explosions, the sound of falling bombs, or seen blood.
  Although, of course, these were Stalinist times, and harsh. Repressions, purges, forced labor, and jail sentences for being late, and even money taken from you through loans.
  And Seryozhka quietly said:
  - I visited our Pavlusha in the pre-trial detention center.
  Casimir asked quietly:
  - So how is he?
  Seryozhka quietly answered:
  - Not really. He's lost a lot of weight, there are bruises on his face, his head is shaved bald and covered in bumps.
  Casimir asked:
  - Are they beating him there? Are the investigators really such beasts that they beat up a boy of about twelve!
  Seryozhka shook his head:
  "No! The investigators aren't beating Pavlusha. It's his cellmates, the juvenile delinquents, who are terrorizing him. They don't like politicals, after all. They took away his shoes, burned the soles of his bare feet with cigarettes, beat him, and took away his rations. Okay, the food they feed the minors in pretrial detention is okay, but the juvenile bosses either take away his rations harshly or force him to play cards, and then win. Pavlusha has lost a lot of weight, in his prison uniform, and his ribs stick out like the bars of a basket!"
  Casimir replied with a sigh:
  - One can only sympathize! And what are the conditions like in their cells!
  Seryozhka muttered:
  "And what other conditions? Wooden bunks in three tiers and a latrine in the corner. And the bosses beat and humiliate you every hour! And they smoke, too, and the stench is terrible, even though they sniff. I could smell it myself, like Pavlusha reeked of latrine water!"
  Katya winced and muttered:
  - Let's not talk about this! It's disgusting to talk about it!
  The children fell silent and looked at the floats. Kazimir's fish started to bite, and he deftly hooked the hook and pulled in a fish. Its silvery scales glinted in the sun.
  The boy slapped his bare, childish foot and remarked:
  "It'll be a good catch. Life is generally possible, except for a few problems..."
  Katya nodded and noted:
  - That's what the song says: eat pineapples, chew hazel grouse - your last day is coming, bourgeois!
  And the girl added in a whisper:
  "But under the Tsar, at least the bourgeoisie ate pineapples, but under Soviet rule we don't see them at all. Just like bananas, or even oranges!"
  Seryozhka confirmed:
  - That's right! It's Soviet rule, and they only give children a pair of shoes a year. If you want to buy sandals, they cost who knows how much!
  Casimir noted:
  - You can even go to jail for words like that!
  The children fell silent and began fishing again. The fresh, fragrant air blew in their faces. Everything around seemed so peaceful and calm, serene... The sunlight reflected off the surface of the water, sending golden sparkles.
  On the one hand, '41 was like a bolt from the blue on June 22nd, but on the other, there was a sense of war approaching. That's not to say there weren't ominous signs.
  But back then, the kids sat and fished... Then they returned to the pioneer camp. It wasn't exactly comfortable there. Essentially, twenty-five boys lived in one barracks, with no hot water, and a toilet on a hill. And the food was also rationed, nothing extravagant or luxurious, but overall it was enough.
  The girls lived in a separate barracks. The worst part was they marched a lot. To protect their shoes, the Pioneers marched barefoot. It was actually quite pleasant in the summer. Children's soles get rough very quickly, and when their feet are firm and strong, it's even better to march than in sandals or shoes.
  Only when the authorities arrive are the pioneers given some sandals.
  Just like in the Makarenko colony, they also gave the perpetually barefoot children some kind of shoes for the assembly line, which are not needed in the summer.
  In his dream, Casimir was floating somewhere... It's true that dreams usually come in waves, and it's rare to dream about the same thing all night, with a single plot line. And now, Casimir is still a boy, about twelve years old, but on a pirate ship.
  He's barefoot, wearing shorts and shirtless. Because they're sailing in the Caribbean. And these are famous places from Morgan's time-a very glorious time, it must be said. And the brigantine is quite typical, with its colorful sails, the kind used by privateers.
  But Casimir was surprised: there were only beautiful girls playing pirates. Yes, girls, with voluptuous hips, high breasts, and slender waists. Their clothes barely covered them: just their breasts and hips, and not with fabric, but with strands of jewelry. And the girls were indeed almost naked, yet so richly adorned. Diamond earrings in their ears, hairpins, tiaras, and brooches in their hair. Rings and signet rings on their fingers and bare feet. Bracelets on their ankles and wrists.
  Yes, these are typical, and very rich, pirate women. Cabin boy Kazimir, wearing only shorts, half-naked, tanned, and blond, looks like a black sheep.
  The ship's captain-a tall, broad-shouldered, honey-blond woman, heavily adorned with jewels-carried a bow across her back and, in her right hand, a huge, glittering sword, its hilt thickly studded with gems. The female commander also wore a star of precious stones on her right breast, sparkling brighter than diamonds.
  And then she whistled. Cabin boy Casimir jumped up to her, exclaiming ironically:
  The troops are ready, madam,
  We will destroy everyone!
  The blonde captain exclaimed:
  - And it's you, Kazya! As always, witty and lively! The only man in our crew, though only a boy!
  Casimir sang:
  Heroism has no age,
  In the young heart there is love for the country...
  It can conquer the boundaries of space,
  Make people on earth happy!
  The girl captain giggled and noted:
  - Really? You're quite a funny boy. I look at you and am amazed. Are you Morgan's son by any chance?
  Casimir replied:
  - In the flesh no, in the spirit yes!
  Another girl, the captain's assistant, a feisty redhead, noted with a smile:
  "Boys are so self-confident and boastful. How about a stick run across your round, bare heels?"
  Casimir said confidently:
  "If necessary, I'll endure the pain! And a child's soles would benefit from a massage like this!"
  The redhead and the blonde laughed. They were quite large girls, with wide hips. And each had breasts like the udders of the finest buffalo. Admittedly, they were covered in clusters of precious stones, which was quite impressive.
  They wanted to say something else, when a girl from the upper deck exclaimed:
  - There's a merchant ship ahead!
  The blonde captain grinned and sang:
  We are peaceful people, but our armored train,
  Managed to accelerate to the speed of light...
  We will fight for a brighter tomorrow,
  No need to kick!
  After that, the girls got to work. First, they set the sails and picked up speed.
  The blonde captain gave the orders, and the girls ran around the deck, their bare, tanned, muscular legs flashing. That was awesome and cool.
  Kazimir also grabbed two light, thin sabers, obviously made especially for boys. And the boy was in a cheerful mood.
  It must be nice to be a pirate. Although it all felt unrealistic. And the girls reeked of expensive perfume and French scent, suggesting they were more fashionistas than warriors.
  Casimir, however, felt as if he were in reality. The heated deck planks were beneath his bare feet, a warm wind was blowing in his face, and the brigantine was rocking.
  The boy sang with delight:
  But the whistle of swords and the howl of grapeshot,
  And the silence of the prison darkness...
  For a warm look, with a beloved speech,
  This right is not a price!
  Now the merchant vessel is visible. Wow, it's a whole galleon, and a very large one at that. Compared to it, the brigantine looks like a sparrow compared to a fat hen.
  And on the deck, it's not people running around. No, it's some kind of furry bears in armor.
  Casimir chuckled and sang:
  We will go into battle boldly,
  For Holy Rus'...
  And we will shed tears for her,
  Young blood!
  Then the boy and former colonel remembered it was a White Guard song. But they sang something different in Soviet times. Then, for some reason, the thought crept into his head that the appearance of the Panther-2 could have turned the tide of the war in favor of the Third Reich. But then he remembered a line from a Soviet film: Don't you understand that fascism is doomed?
  Well, it's hard to say. What is fascism? Classical fascism existed in Italy. But it lacked the doctrine of a superior nation, and there was no anti-Semitism. So there are different kinds of fascism. German fascism is one, Italian fascism is another, Pinochet's is a third... And can Stalin's regime really be considered fascist? After all, he was far harsher toward his own people than Mussolini was toward his. And perhaps, before 1941, even Hitler was a liberal compared to Stalin.
  So there's still plenty of room for debate here... North Korea has shown that it's possible to turn back the course of history, or even reduce a country's moral standing to the Middle Ages. Or the Taliban in Afghanistan. It turns out that it's possible for a single individual to change everything.
  And if Alexander III had lived longer, perhaps serfdom would have been revived in Russia!
  While these thoughts were racing through Gron's head, who in his sleep had returned to childhood, the brigantine overtook the galleon, and the girls threw the hooks, firmly clinging to the prey.
  Kazimir rushed forward, his bare, tiny, childish heels flashing. He was only twelve years old, and even smaller than a typical child his age. He didn't quite reach his former height.
  And so the girls were already fighting the orcs on the galleon. And it was a tough fight.
  Kazimir, the barefoot cabin boy, leaped at the orc officer. He grabbed him and slashed at him with his saber, cutting off his head and singing:
  Even if it spills on the battlefield,
  This is not the first time for us guys...
  We see the distances of communism,
  On the Moscow pavement!
  A powerful blonde, a powerful girl and pirate captain, she slashed and slashed. Beneath her bronze skin, the balls of muscle rolled like globes. She hacked at all her foes, and the reddish-brown blood of the ugly bears splattered.
  And the red-haired heroine also fought, with great fury and energy. And orcs fell before her swords.
  Kazimir moved very quickly in his dream. His swords were like helicopter blades. He remembered that helicopters were first created in the United States by the great Polish and former Russian designer Sikorsky. The latter truly was a genius. He was the first to design aircraft with two engines, then four. And the Ilya Muromets was the best bomber of World War I. It carried two tons of bombs and had eight machine guns, which is a lot even by today's standards.
  Kazimir dodged the orc's sword swing and cut him down. Then he delivered a precise lunge, and the ugly bear's head was severed from its body. And the copper-clad torso crashed to the deck. It was a beautiful twist.
  Casimir sang:
  God, God, God save me,
  The orcs are coming in a large horde...
  Give us, give us, swords in our hands,
  For the sake of honor and glory alone!
  And the boy ducked very deftly, and the orc who had pounced on him flew over and splashed overboard into the salt water. And since he was wearing a copper cuirass, he quickly drowned.
  Another hairy bear was pierced through and through by the barefoot cabin boy's sword.
  Casimir sang:
  Hovering over the world,
  Impenetrable darkness...
  We play the twist,
  And we'll chop it into the snout!
  The scales swung back and forth. More precisely, the girls suffered almost no losses, except for the wounded, but many red-brown bears were killed. The female captain and the honey-haired blonde with the bull's neck roared:
  Don't spare the orcs,
  Destroy those bastards...
  Like crushing bedbugs,
  Beat them like cockroaches!
  The cabin boy noted with irony:
  - And the cockroaches can sue you!
  The blonde girl kicked the orc in the chin with her bare, round heel. He flew and knocked down two more bears, and three were thrown overboard.
  The warrior captain growled:
  We didn't tell the orchestra members,
  Our people will not tolerate...
  To rule the wild girl,
  Crazy freak spy!
  The red-haired girl noticed while chopping down the orcs:
  - The rhyme is a bit off here!
  The blonde captain growled back:
  - We will straighten the hunchbacks!
  After which he burst out laughing...
  The cabin boy also jumped with his bare heel and threw the orc overboard, after which he chirped:
  Do you hear, boy Van,
  Why are you crying?
  If you fall,
  Don't cry, get up!
  And the battle was already dying down. The pirate girls were finishing off the last of the orcs.
  The blonde girl, playing with her defined abdominal muscles, remarked with a smirk:
  - And to be honest,
  I defeat everyone without exception!
  The red-haired girl, whose copper-red hair fluttered in the wind like a battle, proletarian banner, shouted:
  It can't be, it can't be!
  Casimir objected:
  - Breathe evenly! Everything is unconditional!
  Having finished off the last of the orcs, the pirate girls began to inspect the loot. Indeed, there was a lot of it. Chests filled with gold, silver, and platinum coins. Bars, bales of the finest silk, sacks of select black coffee, and precious weapons encrusted with stones. There were also furs, which were also highly prized.
  Casimir also found a peacock whose golden tail was strewn with gems in the shape of wonderful, beautiful flowers.
  The barefoot cabin boy sang:
  We want to tell you honestly,
  We don't look at coins anymore...
  And what of that whole row of gold,
  It would be better to take the diamond right away!
  And of course, there was rum too. How could the girls not have a good time?
  Kazimir, of course, wasn't an ascetic; he could drink. But in this case, he was interested in what would happen next. And how it was that there were only girls in the carriage-it was like a beautiful fairy tale.
  They're certainly better than men. Well, for example, pirates stink. But Sabbatini didn't write about that, and rightly so. Similarly, Dumas omitted the toilet in The Count of Monte Cristo, which is also unsightly. Really, why bother with details? But girls are so fragrant, aromatic-like amber-they're a man's paradise.
  CHAPTER No 4.
  Oleg traveled through a time portal and found himself on a team of pioneers sent from the camp to dig field fortifications.
  The boys, bare-chested and wearing only shorts, pressed their bare feet on the handles of the shovels.
  There was a hum in the sky. The children were thin, as nutrition under Stalin had been poor even in peacetime. But they worked energetically.
  The girls worked too. Barefoot, but naturally embarrassed to expose themselves in front of the boys. Among them was Margarita Korshunova, who had also received a special assignment in this world.
  Oleg looks about twelve years old, though he's a seasoned time traveler who's completed numerous missions. He's wearing shorts like most boys, as it's sunny and warm here in western Ukraine. Oleg is distinguished by his very defined, slab-like muscles, his chocolate tan, and the deep, defined muscles that feel like steel wire.
  Boys and girls look at his naked torso with envy and admiration.
  And he loves being a heroic boy, so much energy, so much fun and enthusiasm.
  Here's Pioneer leader Svetlana looking at him longingly. He truly is an extraordinarily handsome boy, a veritable angel.
  And the children continue to dig trenches. Shovels rip up the turf, boys and girls plant anti-tank spikes, pushing in with their bare feet. The sun rises higher and higher.
  To make things more fun, Oleg started singing, making it up as he went along:
  My homeland is the great USSR,
  I was born in it once...
  The onslaught of the Wehrmacht, believe me, was wild,
  As if Satan were his relative!
  It's common for a pioneer to fight,
  He doesn't know any problems with this...
  Of course, study excellently,
  It's time for a change!
  
  Children will not show weakness in battle,
  They will defeat the evil fascists...
  We will bring joy to our ancestors,
  Passed my exams with flying colors!
  
  With a red tie tied around his neck,
  I became a pioneer, a little boy...
  This is not just a simple hello to you,
  And I have a revolver in my pocket!
  
  If a severe battle comes,
  Believe me, we will defend the USSR...
  Forget your sorrows and reproaches,
  Let the evil sir be defeated!
  
  My tie is like a rose the color of blood,
  And it sparkles and flutters in the wind...
  The pioneer will not groan in pain,
  Let's make your dream come true!
  
  We ran barefoot in the cold,
  The heels are flashing like a wheel...
  We see the distant light of communism,
  Even though it's hard to walk uphill!
  
  Hitler attacks Russia,
  He has a ton of different resources...
  We are carrying out a difficult mission,
  Satan himself is going on the attack!
  
  The fascists' tanks are like monsters,
  The thickness of the armor and the long barrel...
  The girl has a long red braid,
  We will impale the Fuhrer!
  
  If you have to go barefoot in the cold,
  The boy will run without hesitation...
  And he will pick a rose for the sweet girl,
  His friendship is a solid monolith!
  
  We will see communism in the distance,
  There is confidence in this, believe me...
  Napoleon was given a slap on the horns,
  And the door to Europe has been opened a crack!
  
  Peter the Great was a great tsar,
  She wanted Russia to be a paradise...
  Conquered the wild expanse of the Urals,
  Although the weather there is not at all like May!
  
  How many heroes are there in the Fatherland,
  Even kids are great fighters...
  The army marches in menacing formation,
  And fathers are proud of their grandchildren!
  
  Holy leader comrade Stalin,
  Took an important step towards communism...
  From the ruins of the most nightmarish ruins,
  He'll shoot the Fuhrer in the snout!
  
  How many heroes are there in the Fatherland,
  Every boy is just a superman...
  The army marches in menacing formation,
  And the guys won't have any problems!
  
  We will defend our Fatherland bravely,
  And we'll give the fascists a kick in the ass...
  And she won't be a goody-two-shoes,
  A pioneer is considered akin to the Gods!
  
  We will break Hitler's back in battle,
  It will be like Napoleon, beaten!
  We will see communism in the distance,
  The Wehrmacht will be finished off!
  
  There will soon be joy on the planet,
  We will free the whole world...
  Let's fly to Mars on a rocket,
  Let the children rejoice in happiness!
  
  The best leader is Comrade Stalin,
  He is the hero and glory and fatherland...
  The fascists were torn to pieces,
  We are now the banner of communism!
  
  The boy will not tolerate Fritz's rudeness,
  He will answer him decisively...
  This is what I believe will be wisdom,
  And the sun shines with radiant color!
  
  I'll join the Komsomol in Berlin,
  There the boys will walk with their bare heels...
  We will howl like a beaten Fuhrer in the toilet,
  And we will pin him with a pin!
  
  The USSR is an example for the peoples,
  I know the world will be so wonderful...
  Let's bring freedom to the whole planet,
  The wind will fill the sails of dreams!
  
  Stalin will rise again from the grave,
  Even if he lies there...
  We pioneers cannot bend our backs,
  Evil orcs belong in the latrine!
  
  And when the Goddess Lada comes,
  What gives love and joy to people...
  The boy will be rewarded forever,
  Then he will hit the evil Koschei!
  
  The front is certainly burning furiously,
  And the field burns with dry grass...
  But I believe that victory is in May,
  It will become a glorious pioneer's lot!
  
  Here is the Fatherland, the Homeland of Svarog,
  Furiously rich in that dream...
  By order of the God of Happiness Rod,
  There will be a chamber for everyone in the palace!
  
  I believe the proletarian will throw off his chains,
  We will defeat the enemies in one fell swoop...
  Let us sing at least millions of arias,
  And we will tear our shirts in battle!
  
  The pioneer will finally give it away,
  The happiness of the entire universe...
  The evil Cain will be destroyed,
  Our business will be creation!
  
  Then the time of light will come,
  That will make everyone's dream come true...
  The heroic deeds are sung,
  And the missiles have an increased range!
  
  The enemy of the Fatherland will be destroyed,
  Those who surrender will be spared, of course...
  Let's hit the Fuhrer in the face with a sledgehammer,
  So that there is hope in communism!
  
  I believe that grief will end,
  The eagle will sing the march of millions...
  Believe me, we will have a sea of victories,
  Our red children's legions!
  
  That's when in Paris and New York,
  And Berlin, Tokyo, Beijing...
  The pioneer's ringing voice,
  He will sing about the eternal world of happiness!
  
  If necessary, we will resurrect the dead,
  The fallen heroes will rise again...
  The path to victory is long at first,
  And then we will bury the Fuhrer!
  
  And when in the universe of communism,
  The power will be strong and majestic...
  For a beautiful endless life,
  The boys did a great job!
  
  Even though they are bare feet of a child,
  But the real power lies with...
  The boys will run along the path,
  And Adolf will be boldly torn to pieces!
  
  That's why we falcons are cool,
  Let's crush all the orc bandits...
  The coconut trees will blossom,
  The pioneer's look is certainly proud!
  
  This will be the banner of communism,
  It's beautiful to rage over the universe...
  And such a banner of red power,
  A marvel to all the peoples of the party!
  
  We take on any task,
  And believe me, we always win...
  Here the sun rises over the Fatherland,
  The universe has become a wonderful paradise!
  The children joined in the song, and it was a veritable poem, masterfully performed. Oleg immediately earned respect as a seasoned poet and performer. Margarita approached the boy who had just arrived and remarked:
  - We need to strengthen our defenses! Maybe we should show them how to make missiles and explosives?
  Oleg nodded in agreement and energetically:
  - Of course we'll show you! Digging fortifications is easy, but making weapons is even better!
  A boy with extensive knowledge suggested making explosives from sawdust. And it really is that powerful-more powerful than TNT. Just use sawdust, or better yet, coal dust, and some other ingredients you can buy at any pharmacy. Then, it just goes off.
  And with a flash of bare heels, the boys and girls rushed to the sawmills and pharmacies to make weapons. And after a short break, where the children snacked on fish soup and drank fresh milk from Ukrainian cows, some returned to work.
  Oleg began making rockets out of ordinary cardboard and plywood. Margarita and several other boys and girls helped him. This was western Ukraine, and most of the children were fair-haired, handsome, pure Slavs, whose blood was less mixed with Asian blood. It's no wonder the Nazis so eagerly recruited Western Ukrainians into the SS divisions in real history.
  By 1946, Soviet power had already consolidated here. A generation of children raised in Stalin's spirit emerged, and they eagerly fought for their new homeland-the USSR.
  Unlike them, Oleg lived a long life. And his attitude toward Stalin and the Stalin era is ambiguous. How much blood Stalin shed, how many good people he shot and left to rot in camps. He was a real bastard. And his economic record is also ambiguous. He developed heavy industry and the military-industrial complex - there's no denying it. But at the low, rationed price, each child could only buy one pair of shoes and a certain amount of food.
  Children's sandals are in short supply, and in the summer, even in summer camps, children show off their bare heels, roughened from long periods of walking barefoot.
  Moreover, this is considered correct - toughen up, guys, because you are future warriors.
  And children themselves are much more willing to run around barefoot in the summer - it's nice to have grass and pebbles tickling their soles, but in young bodies, the soles become rough almost instantly.
  Of course, it"s worse in spring or autumn, when you have to constantly move so that children"s bare feet don"t freeze and become numb.
  Oleg had gotten used to being an eternal child. So what if women looked at him like a brat? There were plenty of other joys in the world. Especially since he was a boy, constantly practicing his immortality on missions, across time and planets. For example, he helped Vasily III, and that was pretty cool, too.
  There, she and Margarita first helped capture Kazan, and then Vasily became Grand Duke of Lithuania, and so on. This tsar ruled until 1553-and managed to become emperor, conquering the Ottoman Empire, a significant part of Africa and Persia, the Astrakhan Khanate, and even India. His empire surpassed Genghis Khan's conquests. He hadn't yet conquered China, but in Siberia, Russian troops had already reached the Amur and built a city on Lake Baikal. And of course, his son Ivan, who became tsar at the ripe age of twenty-three, continued his conquest of the world.
  As the saying goes, Russia is the kind of empire that must constantly fight and expand. It abhors stasis. It's no wonder the defeat by the Japanese was so painful, although for a country with a population of 150 million, the loss of only 50,000 soldiers and sailors is a mere flea bite.
  Oleg was about to continue his reminiscing when he heard a roar. It was the sound of jet attack aircraft rushing past. By 1946, the Luftwaffe already had powerful jet-powered attack aircraft. But the USSR still had no mass-produced jet aircraft. In real history, a mass-produced jet fighter only appeared in 1949, the MiG-15, and that was largely thanks to captured German designers and engines.
  So here in the air the Nazis have total dominance.
  Oleg really wanted to make rockets for exactly this purpose. And, for example, guide them to sound. But he didn't have time, and the boys and girls, their bare, pink heels flashing, scattered through the cracks.
  The Nazis flew quite low and delivered very sharp and lethal strikes.
  The boy, Oleg, a time traveler, picked up a rifle. It wasn't a Mosin, but a more armor-piercing one, with a special, larger cartridge capable of igniting propellant. It would be nearly impossible for an ordinary boy, or even an adult, to hit a jet attack aircraft accelerating to a thousand kilometers per hour. Especially considering that the underside of the German aircraft is covered with tough, durable armor.
  But Oleg is already a seasoned warrior; he's fought for Russia, the USSR, or Kievan Rus many times before. He has both vast experience and superpowers.
  The boy presses his bare heel against the stones at the bottom of the camouflaged cell and shoots.
  And then it hits a high-performance attack aircraft, and the Nazi burns.
  By the way, a two-seat HE-483 attack jet is also flying here - it is armed with two 37-mm aircraft cannons, six 30-mm cannons with extended barrels, and two 20-mm cannons, which are larger for aircraft.
  This is a two-man attack aircraft. And it's starting to crash. Oleg has a rifle, like an anti-tank one, but the boy genius personally made it more compact, lighter, and smaller. So it'll definitely take down a Nazi.
  The boy Seryozhka, also barefoot in shorts, slightly dirty, exclaims:
  - Wow! Fire a gun at the planes!
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  Our Soviet pioneer,
  A great example of accuracy!
  And the boy dug in his heels, which had been subjected to all sorts of tests: they'd been roasted with fire, and scorched with hot iron, and beaten with bamboo and rubber sticks. His feet had endured it all, yet they remained almost childlike in appearance, graceful in shape, and as nimble as a monkey's paws, or even more so.
  And Oleg fired accurately. He fired almost by instinct. And with incredible precision. He hit the armor right in the butt, igniting the fuel tanks. And the powerful German plane began to smoke and turn in the opposite direction.
  Oleg chirped:
  - One! Two! Three! Tear the evil orcs apart!
  The boy wanted to fire again, reloading his gun. But he heard the voice of a deity, apparently a demiurge. Don't try too hard-don't draw too much attention to yourself!
  Oleg nodded with a sad smile:
  -. It's clear!
  They've already attracted attention, really. And any mission is something. Like during another alternate war, when they were ordered to beat the Japanese. Then the boy and girl simply started pitting samurai destroyers against each other.
  And Oleg even started singing then, out of joy:
  Child son of the space age,
  He went wandering through the big worlds...
  His affairs, believe me, are not bad at all,
  And life is one continuous child's play!
  
  At first, in the middle century, it turned out,
  They tore his boots off...
  And barefoot in the snow he wandered,
  The snowdrifts baked my bare heels!
  
  But this only hardened the boy,
  And he really became, believe me, stronger...
  And he hit the boar in the snout with his elbow,
  And this villain fell into the abyss!
  
  The boy will not give in to adults in battle,
  His destiny is to kill evil orcs...
  So that the evil Cain doesn"t come with a dagger,
  And these heroes did not have to suffer!
  
  The warrior is young and certainly brave,
  He rushes forward to attack...
  When the boy-boy gets down to business,
  Enemies are simply wasted!
  
  So I ended up as a cabin boy for pirates,
  And this is also very cool, you know...
  And for the merchants, of course, there is retribution,
  And this fat dog will not go to heaven!
  
  The boy sailed the seas quite well,
  Remained a child without growing up...
  But he had such a cool punch,
  What remained of the adult bodies was a corpse!
  
  Here is a huge galleon they took,
  Believe me, there's gold in it right up to the brim...
  You can literally see the distances of communism,
  Fortune, you are the favorite of sons!
  
  Well, maybe we should buy ourselves a title?
  The barefoot boy will become a count...
  And we'll show the queen the fig,
  Both doubts and fear have disappeared!
  
  But something so daring happened,
  The executioners caught the boy again...
  And don't count on mercy now,
  Or better yet, scream on the rack!
  
  The boy was beaten with a whip very painfully,
  They burned his heels with fire and iron...
  And he dreamed of a field, of a spacious one,
  The Spanish have put on their boots!
  
  The scum tortured the boy for a long time,
  However, they were unable to find out the truth...
  And the child's voice is so clear,
  And the truth will come - just be bold!
  
  Well, what a noose awaits the boy,
  They are leading him to the scaffold to be executed...
  White snowflakes are floating in the sky,
  Let them cool your slightly bruised forehead!
  
  The boy's bare feet step,
  In the snow, and there are blisters on my feet...
  The soles are burned with pincers,
  Bloody and evil executioners!
  
  But the boy felt better from the snow,
  He smiled and sang cheerfully...
  After all, with him is the alpha, the bright omega,
  And she is capable of doing so many things!
  
  Here the boy is already standing on the scaffold,
  Almost naked, covered in scars, blisters...
  But it seems the child is gilded,
  Like a prince in some childish, bright dreams!
  
  They've already put a rope around my neck,
  And the executioner was ready to knock the chair down...
  The boy imagined a barefoot girl,
  I could barely contain the sad cry from my chest!
  
  But then a bullet pierced the kata accurately,
  And they laid down the evil executioners...
  Once again the queen gets screwed,
  And to the boy the light of grace of rays!
  
  The boy was freed from retribution,
  The boy is sailing on a ship again...
  And the katy will not catch up with the filibuster,
  They are now rotting in the ground!
  
  But adventures await again,
  The Middle Ages have vanished like a wave...
  We expect forgiveness from those who are innocent,
  A wonderful dream will come true!
  
  It's a different time, in an adventure,
  And the plane is spinning in the sky...
  For torture only the descendants will be avenged,
  And you, go on the attack with songs forward!
  
  The boy is sailing on an armadillo,
  He's a cabin boy again, no longer a pirate...
  The sun is shining brightly in the sky,
  That's just how things work out!
  -. CHAPTER No 5.
  The German stormtroopers flew on. And the pioneers returned to digging with shovels. Meanwhile, the Nazis attacked from all directions simultaneously. True, unlike in 1941, they were already expected. But what a horde of them! Including the newest breakthrough tanks - the "Royal Lion," which weighed a hundred tons, had a 1,800-horsepower engine, and a 210-millimeter gun in a high-explosive version. Moreover, the frontal armor was 300 millimeters thick, and the side armor 200. The USSR currently only had 122-millimeter and 107-millimeter guns on tanks, and 152-millimeter howitzers on self-propelled guns. And only a 203-millimeter gun could take out a "Royal Lion" tank, and even then only from the side.
  And the E-100, which is undoubtedly better than the Mause. And here comes this armada. And the Nazis completely dominate the skies.
  And how it all began, Oleg saw it in a special mode, as if panoramically.
  At 2:30 a.m. Moscow time, German aircraft were already taking off. These winged monsters were preparing to descend upon Soviet soil.
  German pilots Gertrude and Adala, splashing with bare feet, climbed into the two-seater HE-328, a jet machine - a monster with ten aircraft cannons.
  It had just rained and the girls left behind graceful, very clear footprints of their bare feet.
  They were so seductive that the teenage attendants at the airfield greedily devoured the bare footprints, and even the boys' penises began to swell. There were plenty of female pilots-combat operations had shown that women, under equal conditions, have twice the survival rate of men. And therefore, they are effective. And Hitler, of course, was not the type to feel sorry for anyone.
  In the Third Reich itself, polygamy-the right to four wives-was officially introduced. It's quite practical, but it doesn't fit well with Christian traditions. It's no wonder fascism is seeking a new form of religion. Hitler insists on monotheism, but a unique one-one with a pantheon of pagan, ancient Germanic gods. Of course, Hitler himself is elevated above all others in this pantheon, as the herald and messenger of the Almighty God.
  So the Fuhrer, of course, really likes to cultivate himself.
  Gertrude and Adala launch their multi-role attack aircraft, which can also act as a fighter, into the sky.
  The warriors are very confident. The Russians don't have jet aircraft, and they're unlikely to be able to withstand the onslaught of the tigresses of the sky.
  Gertrude growled:
  - I am the knight of the burning stream...
  Adala enthusiastically confirmed, baring her teeth:
  - And I'll checkmate everyone!
  The girls burst out laughing. They pressed their bare heels on the pedals and spun the jet attack aircraft around.
  It was still dark, but a streak of light was already appearing just a little to the east. The girls began to whistle... The expanses of Russia were already floating beneath them. The warriors giggled and winked at each other. They were so ethereal and beautiful.
  Here, Soviet aircraft take off to meet them. The propeller-driven Yak-9 is perhaps the most widely produced aircraft of the latest production run. It's not heavily armed, but it's relatively inexpensive and lightly armored. The MiG-5 is faster and armed with machine guns. The MiG-3 is an earlier model. The LaGG-7 is probably the fastest and best-armed bird. The latest version has three 20mm cannons.
  But these are all propeller-driven aircraft-no jet aircraft have been developed. And the Germans feel quite confident.
  Gertrude fires ten aircraft cannons. 30-millimeter and two 37-millimeter guns are firing. They sweep like a fiery tornado toward the Soviet aircraft. However, the Red pilots try to evade them and get on their tails.
  At this moment, Adala is maneuvering. You can't take the German aircraft head-on, but getting behind them is dangerous. For the USSR, the attack isn't unexpected. Anti-aircraft guns are already in action. Exploding shells glow in the darkness.
  The Germans are feeling a certain nervousness. It would seem they've seen so much that nothing could surprise them, but... Soviet pilots are courageous and unafraid of losses. Nothing frightens them. But it's clear they lack experience. A German plane easily pulls out of its dive and shoots down a Soviet aircraft. It also blows another one to smithereens.
  The power of German weapons is quite impressive. This is where the Fritzes have a huge advantage over Russia. But the Nazis also have colossal speed.
  Adala accelerates and breaks forward. And Gertrude fires rockets at the enemy. The Soviets get a beating. Some munitions are heat- or sound-guided.
  Adala whispers:
  - They won't kill us!
  The girls are revving up their car... They're trying to keep their cool. And then a Soviet fighter rams a neighboring German jet attack aircraft. And it starts to tear and split. And the sky and the air.
  Gertrude whispered:
  - Mad death!
  The warriors were clearly confused, and they could be rammed like that.
  And tanks are moving toward the border. The legendary crew of Gerda, Charlotte, Kristina, and Magda.
  Four warriors managed to earn their stripes fighting both the British and the Americans. During the fighting with the Americans, these beauties mastered the Panther II tank. It's a decent machine, superior to the Shermans in both armament and frontal armor. The later Pershing barely saw any combat, and it's no match for the Panther II.
  It was then that the four girls achieved legendary fame. Although their glorious journey actually began back in 1941. Himmler persuaded the Führer to try out female battalions of specially trained Aryan women in combat.
  Combat operations showed that women were far from weak and could fight well, and suffer fewer casualties than men. Women also fought in the infantry, slapping their bare feet across the hot sands of the Sahara Desert. They also mastered tanks, testing the Tiger tank in battles with Britain.
  The fate of the Panther tank turned out to be interesting. In real history, this best and second-most produced tank of the Third Reich played a major role in "Pantsval." In an alternative history, Panthers hardly saw any combat. They didn't make it in time for the assault on the British mainland. For the battles against the United States, the more advanced and powerful Panther-2 entered production.
  And now the four have received an even more powerful and advanced "E"-50, distinguished by strong armament and protection.
  The warriors felt very confident. The tank controls are state-of-the-art, with joysticks. It's a cutting-edge machine. Even the engine is a gas turbine. And there are plenty of Panther-2s, too. The T-34 is no match for such a machine.
  Gerda reclined in a chair. She was wearing a bikini. The girls were already accustomed to fighting half-naked. The hot desert sands burned their bare feet, the mountain pebbles pricked their soles. But the warriors didn't break or crumble to dust.
  The crew commander, a multi-awarded officer, hissed:
  - And now Russia is against us! New adventures and victories await!
  And she shook her snow-white head. A natural blonde, very beautiful and tanned.
  Charlotte grinned.
  This girl had copper-red hair that burned like flames. She was also a beauty, with a bronze tan. She wore a bikini, was tanned, and muscular. Her bare feet had tramped across both hot sand and sharp rocks.
  The Fire Devil remarked:
  - The Russians are perhaps our most fanatical opponents!
  Christina spoke up. Her hair was copper-yellow, also blazing like flame, but with a golden tint. And the same tan, muscles, and beauty. An expressive yet gentle face. And a bikini. Feet that had tramped many miles on hard, burning surfaces, yet hadn't lost their grace and smooth lines. Her bare toes were neatly trimmed and quite nimble.
  The red-yellow girl asked:
  - Why do you think so?
  Magda answered for her. This girl has white-gold hair, honey blonde. Very beautiful, muscular, with an expressive face and sapphire-emerald eyes. Her legs are also toned, with round heels and straight toes. Magda probably has the most delicate face, almost meek, despite her masculine chin. Gerda, for example, looks tougher. Christina is a little softer, and a little depraved, like the witch Charlotte.
  Magda noted:
  - They have a totalitarian system like ours. That's why they're more rigid!
  Gerda grinned and replied:
  "Soviet tanks are a pile of scrap metal. We shouldn't be afraid of them!"
  Magda objected softly:
  The KV series is full of behemoths, especially the KV9.
  The girls giggled. The last tank truly turned out to be a "masterpiece"-a massive machine with three guns: two 152-millimeter and one 122-millimeter, weighing three hundred tons, and 200-millimeter frontal armor. One of the most unsuccessful tank designs ever. It was impossible to transport such a tank at all. And the vehicle was simply a waste of money! The KV-10 also entered production-a vehicle with three 107-millimeter guns and weighing two hundred tons, a tank destroyer of sorts.
  Putting two guns on a tank wasn't the best idea. Three, even more so. Stalin, of course, showed tyranny here. And he seriously harmed the country. However, a tank from the Isov series was also developed. But it was also huge and heavy. The only difference from the KV series was an attempt to angle the armor at a rational angle. But the Red Army wasn't at war, so the technology wasn't greatly improved. And there was no combat experience with the vehicles.
  In general, the Germans used the four years of delay more productively than in actual history.
  Red-haired Charlotte pressed her bare toes against the joystick. She fired at the border pillbox. A 105-millimeter shell struck the Soviet gun, flipping it over. The ammunition began to explode, detonating the shells.
  The red-haired witch hissed:
  "I am a fearsome knight - savages on their knees! I will wipe the enemies of the Fatherland from the face of the earth!"
  And the grin of pearly teeth, and the sparkle of emerald eyes. The girls are truly of the highest class.
  Christina giggled and replied:
  - Now I'll shoot!
  And it also fired at the enemy. A Soviet 76-millimeter cannon fired. The shell hit the E-50's sloping front and ricocheted. The sound only rang in the girls' ears.
  Gerda slapped her bare feet and chirped:
  - What a passage!
  And she fired the next shot herself... German tanks were shelling a Soviet fortified area. The E-100 was also at work. This vehicle also turned out to be a derivative of the Maus. The idea of a two-gun tank wasn't very successful. The E-100 is no longer in production.
  Instead, assault modifications of the "E" series are entering production. But this one still works. And it fires shells.
  Charlotte giggles shrilly and shakes her bare foot:
  - War is a terrible state, but it is exciting like a game!
  And the girl fired, and quite accurately.
  Christina bared her pearly teeth. She's a carnivore, a predatory panther.
  Soviet guns are firing, and minefields lie ahead. German teletanks are moving. And assault mortars are roaring wildly.
  Border posts are lying around. Hitler's hordes have crossed the border.
  Magda remarked, not very wittily, tapping her bare foot on the armor:
  - We sweep away strong defenses, but the brooms are made of steel!
  The warriors winked at each other. The Soviet defenses were quite strong. They laid a particularly large number of mines. And this delayed the Germans. But they still managed to advance.
  Bombers pounded Soviet positions, and attack aircraft flew overhead. TA-400s, one of the most fearsome bomber variants, also raced deep into the Red Army's defenses. They had as many as six engines, including jets. And they bombed and destroyed Soviet cities.
  Gerda, shooting, remarked with a grin:
  - In battle we are beasts, but with the mind of a human!
  And she fired again. She smashed a Soviet cannon. She's a top-tier chick, by the way. And such a badass.
  The E-50 pounded Soviet positions while suffering virtually no damage itself. The vehicle's sloped, case-hardened armor provided excellent ricochets. Soviet shells couldn't even properly scratch the Germans.
  Kristina recalled the Tiger's testing. Back then, it was the first mass-produced German tank. Not a single shell could harm the Tiger. The British crumbled under its fire. But then a seventeen-foot cannon penetrated the Tiger's forehead. The girls nearly died then. And that was something the warrior remembered. How close they had been to the bony old woman with the scythe, feeling her icy breath.
  The girl rubbed her bare sole against the corner. She really wanted to jump out of the tank and go for a run. She was such a spontaneous warrior, after all.
  Christina sang with aplomb:
  - Blue fog, and deception everywhere!
  The warriors giggled... They looked quite sexy and erotic.
  And the cannon kept firing. It showed no sign of stopping. It kept sending shell after shell, smashing the Soviet positions into splinters and shrapnel.
  A song was playing from the speakers behind us;
  A soldier is always healthy,
  A soldier is ready for anything...
  And dust like from carpets,
  We knock you out of the way!
  And don't stop,
  And not change legs -
  Our faces shine,
  The boots are shining!
  And once again, the might of the rocket launcher rains down on the Soviet positions. Once again, destruction is unleashed, and entire fortified areas are thrown into the air. And guns are sent flying in all directions.
  Several dozen German tanks fire simultaneously, destroying everything in sight.
  Gerda feels like Bagheera on the hunt. The first line of Soviet defense has already been destroyed. But the Red Army soldiers are still swarming and firing at the Germans.
  Among the fighting are also Pioneers. Young Leninists have voluntarily joined the Red Army. Most of the boys are barefoot and in shorts. They rush about, fussing.
  And the pioneers die...
  Charlotte, firing, growled:
  - And the whole country was watching the pioneers, that's the thing!
  She fired at the Russians, and Christina, hissing venomously:
  - We look like falcons, we soar like eagles!
  And again she let out a fiery smile. Gorgeous girls...
  Several German tanks were moving underground. They appeared behind Soviet lines, spreading panic and firing machine guns. The Nazis appeared like mosquitoes, emerging from a nightmare.
  The E-50 spotted the T-34 moving through its scope. Gerda bared her teeth and began aiming the gun. It was a Soviet vehicle with a small T-34-76 turret and quite agile. Try and hit one of those. The girl was already quite experienced, but a Soviet vehicle still didn't look like an American Sherman.
  And the distance to the Russian is almost five kilometers.
  The girl scratches her bare heel, Charlotte tickles her between her toes. The girls giggle.
  Then Gerda fires at the Russian vehicle. The shell whizzes past, almost grazing the armor... But still misses. Gerda slams her fist on the metal in frustration.
  Magda prompts her partner:
  - Shoot the hull! It'll be easier to hit there!
  Gerda hands the joystick to Magda and whispers:
  - So you do it yourself!
  Magda sang enthusiastically:
  "The earth is out the window, the earth is out the window..." The girl took the joystick with her bare fingers and pressed the button, continuing to sing. "The earth is visible out the window!"
  And her shell hit the base of the Soviet tank precisely. The vehicle burst and split apart. It began to burn... Soviet shells exploded inside its belly.
  Magda shook her bare toes and croaked:
  - Look how I got going! And you say...
  Charlotte hissed, baring her fangs:
  - We are speaking again, in different languages!
  New Soviet vehicles appeared. The T-34s were the first to arrive. They were mobile and numerous. Next came the BT series, an already outdated wheeled-tracked type. The completely antediluvian T-26s, incapable of anything but a scratch on German armor, advanced. The more powerful and heavier KV tanks came at the very end. And there were numerous infantrymen.
  Christina giggled and growled:
  - Well, we'll show them!
  The German vehicles opened fire from long range, trying to pin the Soviet infantry to the ground. They also destroyed tanks and other livestock.
  Soviet attack aircraft also appeared in the sky: the famous Ilyushin Il-2s. They attacked the German formation. Hitler's fighters raced to meet them. It was a real melee. German HE-262 fighters, very nimble and agile, attacked the Soviet equipment, pressing it like an iron.
  Charlotte fired again. She hit the Soviet BT and growled:
  - This lyric is not a fairy tale... The fairy tale will be ahead!
  The E-50 stopped and repelled the Soviet counterattack. The inexperienced command essentially abandoned the tank reserve to the slaughter. And the Russian tanks were plucked like chickens. And they were thoroughly plucked.
  Gerda fired a shot, broke the T-34's forehead and hissed:
  - What about the Creator - a wounded hell!
  Charlotte also fired, finding her target. The Soviet vehicles were moving in a straight line, and the girls managed to get their aim. And in general, these four were phenomenal.
  The red harpy sang:
  - Our poison kills everyone!
  And the warriors continued to fire, baring their strong, large teeth, like those of horses.
  Christina chirped with aplomb:
  - Our poison kills everyone!
  Magda, having shot down the thirty-four, barked:
  - This is our result!
  Well, the girls of this Hitlerite horde are seriously going crazy.
  Miniature self-propelled guns were also moving along the tracks. Here's an E-5 with very fast boys. And Hans and Peter, two small children. Such fast cars belong to boys who can sit down in just their swimming trunks.
  The children control it using their bare toes and hands. These are truly young warriors. And such tiny self-propelled guns. Gasn uses the latest electric motor, which produces a thousand horsepower, and is still in experimental use. This vehicle, weighing only four tons, accelerates to 500 kilometers on the highway. That's almost the speed of an airplane, and try hitting such a small, nimble target.
  Hans is already an experienced child, who fought in a mini-tank at the age of nine, and confidently drives the vehicle into battle using a joystick.
  Peter exclaims in surprise on the radio:
  - What speed! You're just like a meteor!
  Hans replied with a smile:
  -Don't slow down when turning,
  This is the only way you will learn to win!
  The monster children fight beautifully, but extremely murderously and aggressively.
  The boys laugh and fire at the Soviet positions.
  Peter asked, firing an aircraft cannon at the Soviet troops, and wittily adding:
  - Swiftness brings victory, which is not given to the slow and slow to rise!
  Hans was a very cheerful man, but he was an extremely accurate shot. And the children here are such warriors-a special selection by the SS is evident.
  Another boy, Adolf, squeaked:
  - Our victories in the holy war will be super!
  And the boy also pressed the joystick buttons with his bare toes, and indeed, it seemed as if lead and uranium rained down on the Soviet units.
  This was a really cool murder that happened.
  Peter chirped:
  - There's no one cooler than us in the world! We send our regards!
  And Soviet soldiers fell, riddled with machine gun fire. It was truly devastating. It was impossible to resist such childish cruelty.
  What can you do when Hitler himself taught: a German boy must endure beatings from childhood and become accustomed to cruelty. And so they become accustomed to killing from a very tender age.
  And not only that... Hans personally interrogated a captured partisan boy tied to a tree with wire. And the young fascist picked up a blowtorch. A wild, heart-rending scream rang out from a thirteen-year-old boy as his skin was burned by an even younger, more terrifying child with an angelic appearance. And the smell of burning flesh filled the air.
  This is how they raised people in the SS. And it truly was a brutal Führer school.
  Children also fight in gliders. These are the kind dropped from planes. And one child is also positioned prone, making him almost impossible to hit. The jet glider itself accelerates to a thousand kilometers per hour. And it fires even faster missiles. And at both air and ground targets.
  Here, on such a planet, a boy named Enrik first shot down a Soviet Yak, then began launching missiles at positions.
  And it must be said that the child was hit, the ammunition detonated, and two howitzers were thrown into the air and flipped over. And one of the NKVD officers, prominently overseeing the Russian artillerymen, had his arm blown off.
  She flew up, wearing a watch with a gold bracelet. Apparently, the secret police lived well under Stalin.
  Enric sang:
  I make a new turn,
  I'm an executioner now, not a pilot!
  I bend over the sight,
  And the missiles rush towards the target,
  There's another run ahead!
  And bare, round, children's heels press on the joystick buttons.
  The Führer really liked Himmler's idea of using young and small boys in the war. Especially since the Third Reich had an entire program of genetic modernization and eugenics.
  The Führer wanted to cultivate a new superman. The kind described by Friedrich Nietzsche. One who surpassed the average man in strength, intelligence, agility, reflexes, resourcefulness, and, of course, cruelty! And in his quest to create a new Aryan superman, Hitler disregarded sacrifice and means.
  And he was literally obsessed with this idea. And Himmler shared the Führer's dreams.
  Stalin, for his part, also wanted to cultivate a new Soviet man through brutal and cruel means. Both dictators dreamed of world power and a totalitarian empire.
  But the USSR formally proclaimed all peoples, nations and races to be absolutely equal, and there was a single humanity in a common family.
  And in the Third Reich there was a doctrine of a superior race, and peoples and nations of superior, middle and inferior.
  So, these two totalitarian empires were bound to clash. And they did.
  Unfortunately, Stalin delayed and bided his time for too long. And now all the resources of the rest of the world are being thrown at him.
  And that's not the worst of it. If only that... Wars of both the twentieth and twenty-first centuries show that technological superiority often trumps numbers.
  But the Nazis had also made great strides in technology. Here's a B-28 jet bomber, tailless at that, flying at high speed from a great altitude to bomb Moscow. And it's carrying twenty tons of bombs. And some of those bombs have wings and are radio-guided. Now that's a real monster.
  And at the controls are beautiful girls in bikinis, with bare, chiseled legs, controlling a machine of enormous size with the help of a joystick.
  Yes, these are the angels of death.
  The Führer even ordered that there should be five women for every man in the future. And the Third Reich's best scientists, enemies, and experimenters are already working on this.
  This means that the fair sex has to fight!
  CHAPTER No 6.
  The children's battalion was stationed at a distance from the border, and enemy tanks hadn't yet reached it. But the front was breaking through. Indeed, it's impossible to build strong fortifications along the border itself. And of course, there would be a gray zone into which the enemy could enter.
  But the Nazis are crossing the border with numerous tanks. The small E-series self-propelled guns are a particular problem. Not only the tiny and childish E-5, but also heavier and more powerful ones-the E-10, E-15, and E-25-all share similar features: a very low silhouette and a prone crew position. In heavier self-propelled guns, it's usually a pair. Although there is a newer version, the E-10 (M), which has a single crew member, usually a boy. However, this vehicle is not yet in production.
  Of the medium tanks, the E-50 or Panther-3 are more numerous and go into battle. And they, too, are very difficult to hold off.
  The Nazis have not yet reached the children's battalion, which is almost unarmed.
  Taking advantage of this, the children built their first rockets, which looked like birdhouses.
  The pioneer girl Oksana, stamping her bare foot, asked:
  -Will they definitely hit Hitler's stormtroopers?
  Oleg answered with a sad look:
  "Not yet, but if we attach a homing device that detects the distinctive sound of a jet, the Nazis won't be able to escape. True, the stage would need to be larger and more carbon dust added so that such fast attack aircraft could catch up!"
  Margarita Magnitnaya added:
  "Don't worry, we know what we're doing. We need the simplest parts from a radio receiver, and the device will be ready!"
  The boy Sasha squeaked:
  - Wow, that's colossal! Is it really possible to produce it on an industrial scale?
  Oleg nodded his fair head energetically:
  - Of course! And we will do it! And even if the sky may be blackened by countless Luftwaffe planes, we will definitely clear it!
  Petka the young pioneer noted:
  - We won't kneel! And anyway, let's do something against the tanks!
  Oleg nodded in agreement:
  "We can make missiles to fight tanks, too. But the charge in that case would have to be shaped charge!"
  And the child warriors continued their work. It's much more interesting to tinker with than to dig trenches. The most important thing, of course, is the guidance system. And then there's the need to collect the coal dust. It's even more destructive than sawdust.
  And they actually brought something made from briquettes. And it really did turn into something of colossal power. And so well-assembled.
  Oleg remembered how he'd once made rockets like these, to fight Batu Khan's army. Back then, they'd fought the Mongol-Tatars near Ryazan. They'd managed to craft a ton of similar rockets out of coal and sawdust. Then they'd gone and blasted them.
  The blow to the Mongol-Tatar army was devastating. Masses of horsemen and horses were killed in an instant. The Mongol army was literally cut down by the thousands. Those who survived took this as a blow from the Russian gods. And they literally scattered like hares when a lion pounced on them.
  A crush arose, and a great number of nukers were crushed and broken through.
  The Russian army defeated a massive horde of four hundred thousand horsemen with virtually no losses. And it must be said that this was a truly remarkable achievement.
  Oleg even noted:
  - Technological superiority is more important than troop numbers!
  And then they, along with several boys and girls from the children's space special forces, put on a fantastic performance! They repelled the horde's invasion.
  After the missile strike, the only thing they did was attack Batu Khan's army, or rather what remained of it, with hyperblasters. They incinerated Jihangir himself, along with his honor guard. After that, it's clear the Mughlans will be long in coming without a commander capable of leading the horde into battle and attacking Rus'.
  But now the enemy is much stronger. Oleg is only with a girl, Margarita, and the children don't have hyperblasters. And without them, the Third Reich won't be defeated so easily.
  Oleg hasn't yet revealed the secret of how simple sawdust or coal dust can explode so effectively. Especially since the USSR has the secret today, and the Germans will have it tomorrow. It's a double-edged sword.
  The boy-terminator aimed the missile and fired it on a distant trajectory. He obviously expected to hit something there.
  Margarita approached him and capriciously remarked:
  - This is not allowed, this is not necessary! So, have we come to feast or to fight?
  Oleg noted:
  "If we sent a battalion of children's special forces here with space weapons, there wouldn't even be a single cinder left of the Nazis. But that would be too simple a solution. Besides, Gron has to handle it himself. Otherwise, if we do all the work for him, it won't be interesting. And blasting the Nazis with hyperblasters is primitive."
  Margarita nodded, shaking her golden hair:
  - Maybe you're right! But the forces are very unequal!
  Oleg noted:
  - The more enemies, the more interesting the war!
  The girl who had arrived stamped her bare, childish foot and asked:
  - Well, sing something to make it more fun!
  The boy who had arrived sang with enthusiasm and courage:
  And Olezhek is still a barefoot boy,
  In hot weather, children don't need shoes...
  And he jumps on the armor like a bunny,
  If necessary, he will outdo Satan!
  
  Here is a battle taking place on the stormy sea,
  Believe me, this is such a wonderful world...
  Not like somewhere in the dark underworld,
  Here the girls are having a battle feast!
  
  This world is quite technical,
  There are a million girls for every man!
  And believe me, everything in the world is great,
  When there are a whole legion of beauties!
  
  It's a shame that you're a boy and not a man,
  Otherwise I would have shown it to the girls...
  There's a reason why you don't grow up,
  This is the destiny that the Almighty Rod gave!
  
  But fierce battles are raging,
  At sea, the word geyser on the water...
  And the boy will have, you know, accomplishments,
  The boy's victories will go everywhere!
  
  A shell flies out from a huge cannon,
  And described a high arc...
  The weather is like in the warm tropics of May,
  You inhale the eternal spring with smoke!
  
  Beautiful girls are running along the deck,
  They send light with their bare heels...
  And the ringing voice of the warriors,
  Celebrate both joy and success!
  
  So they pointed a gun at the adversary,
  And they fired a very accurate volley...
  And the song penetrates straight into the soul,
  And you hit him in the snout with your knee!
  
  Oleg fought with the girls fiercely,
  And he laid down legions of orcs...
  So that the planet becomes very quiet,
  And the radiant world of light ruled!
  
  Well, God won't abandon the boy,
  The boy matured in battles...
  He furiously winds up the miles -
  Deals a crushing blow!
  
  Svarog taught the girls to fight bravely,
  So that they can show everyone their class,
  And there are no thoughts of surrendering to the enemy,
  We'll really punch the bastard in the eye!
  
  Here the orcs' battleship was sunk,
  They sent all the hairy ones to the bottom...
  They crushed a horde of fierce bears,
  And they showed it as if life was a movie!
  
  Well, what about the boy, the eternal winner,
  He's wearing shorts, tanned and cool...
  And the ruler will be seen in battle,
  Breaking your jaw with your bare heel!
  
  So if you are a boy, don"t be embarrassed,
  If you are short in stature, then you are more agile...
  And smile more often, young warrior,
  The ghoul is not scary to you, Koschei!
  
  Here the boy threw something with his bare foot,
  There was a very strong, powerful explosion...
  And the Orksha infantry perished,
  It was as if a blood abscess had burst!
  
  The girls attack the orcs fiercely,
  The beauty rushes to board like an avalanche...
  Those bears don't have much time left,
  This is the kind of crew we have!
  
  We will drive the hairy ones underground,
  Those that really stink...
  And we will also crush the long-nosed trolls,
  This is our character - a monolith!
  
  And then the fighting died down,
  We won - know this for sure...
  And they hit everything, believe me, the target,
  Let's build it, I know there's paradise on this planet!
  
  Again the boy was caught up in the whirlwinds,
  And he rushes into the blizzard of space...
  The boy, believe me, is not quiet at all,
  And does not curse capricious fate!
  
  Yes, this is the time of the future, you know,
  Where ships flicker in space...
  And you guys are brave, go ahead,
  So that your loan doesn't end up with just zeros!
  
  After all, starships are just super,
  Swift as a hurricane...
  Everything is raging on the hot quark soup,
  We strike with such fury!
  
  And in the future everything is cool and wonderful,
  All young and beautiful, believe me...
  So the supreme one did not work in vain,
  Although the carnivorous beast is already roaring!
  
  And the barefoot girls attack legions,
  They are of such unprecedented beauty...
  And there are simply millions of starships,
  Well, get it, orcs, you donkeys!
  
  So do you want new adventures?
  And cool super-cosmic victories?
  Let there be vengeance for the orcs,
  So that there is no trace of evil troubles!
  
  This is how I fight fiercely as a boy,
  In a spacesuit and barefoot at the same time...
  That I will never regret my childhood,
  And I'll punch you in the face!
  
  So the adventures will be endless,
  After all, life is just a child's play...
  We'll eat cakes and cookies,
  And the blaster with hyperplasm is rushing the needle!
  
  I'm going to wander around the worlds now,
  To instill goodness and truth...
  After all, boys always knew how to fight,
  Get only A+'s!
  The boy terminator sang well. His voice was clear and pleasant.
  The girl Margarita stamped her bare, small, tanned foot and chirped:
  A dog is attacking us,
  Let's punch him in the nose!
  The pioneer boy Alexey took it and said,
  - It's great to be such cool and aggressive pioneers!
  The young pioneer and former prisoner of the children's labor colony, Seryozhka, replied:
  - You need to know your limits when it comes to aggression, otherwise you'll end up in some pretty serious trouble!
  Indeed, the criminal penalty was reduced to ten years. As a result, Seryozhka was arrested for a simple fight. Perhaps he got away with it; the kid Seryozhka bruised wrote a denunciation in his explanatory note, claiming that his opponent was trying to prove that God was more important than Stalin.
  Well, this is truly anti-Soviet propaganda. And here, in the pre-war period, the minimum sentence was raised to ten years, and in exceptional cases, even eight.
  So, despite his young age, Seryozhka was arrested. They stripped him naked during a search, forcing him to squat in front of a mirror. Two girls in white coats watched carefully, making sure nothing fell out. Then they washed the child under a hose and sprinkled him with caustic bleach. After that, of course, they shaved the boy's head. And they photographed him like that: in profile, full-face, half-sideways, and from behind. Then they photographed him naked, and also from the front, side, half-sideways, and from behind. And two nurses recorded all the child's characteristics in the admission log: birthmarks, scars, and other marks.
  Then the female doctor also examined the boy"s mouth and checked his ears and nostrils for any prohibited objects.
  It was humiliating, shameful, and terrifying. Seryozhka even burst into tears.
  Then they took his fingerprints. Not just from his palms, but also from the soles of his bare feet, and from his lips. They also took impressions of his teeth.
  Which is also painful, scary and incredibly shameful for a little boy.
  Afterwards, they washed him again, scrubbing him thoroughly under the shower, adding mercifully warm water. Women in white coats dried him with a towel. One of them even tickled the boy's bare sole with her rubber-gloved fingers. He couldn't help but smile.
  After which they handcuffed his hands from behind and led him to the locker room, naked like this. There they were supposed to give him prison uniform.
  It"s humiliating and shameful to walk like that in handcuffs and under guard.
  They did, however, issue him a robe, but the official boots turned out to be too big and kept falling off. So they solved the problem simply: they took away his shoes and sent Seryozhka barefoot to his cell.
  There were already many boys there, no older than fourteen. They were terribly bored and occasionally noisy. To avoid wasting their time, they were taken to work during the day and given four more hours of schooling. They were locked in their cells only at night. The tired boys would fall asleep.
  The food wasn't great: bread and water in the morning, porridge for lunch, and bread and water again in the evening-this was a pretrial detention center. And the NKVD officers confiscated the packages.
  True, food was a bit more plentiful in the children's prison, except for the activists who'd be right on your heels. But Seryozhka, who'd lost weight before the trial, gained some weight and strength in the children's labor colony. And then, due to his young age, he was finally released to Udo. So, Seryozhka had a criminal record, but he was a Pioneer.
  And now, he was working with a shovel alongside the other children. He pressed the handle with his bare, childish foot. And he remembered how they had worked in the fields back in the prison colony. And the boys had often been with the female prisoners. And somehow, it was more fun that way.
  They sang together, and sometimes, when there was less work, the guards allowed them to play a little football or another ball game.
  During the warmer months, boys and girls went without shoes to protect themselves from the cold, even before the cold weather-saving them for the state and hardening themselves. So the children's bare heels, dusty and rough, were always visible.
  It was quite a sight... As was the case here. Oleg remarked with a smile full of good nature:
  - And I had to be a prisoner in a children's labor colony, it was necessary for the common cause!
  And the boys laughed, slapping their bare, childish feet on the grass.
  After which, they began digging anti-tank ditches with even greater energy. They are such warlike children.
  Oleg was reminded of the game "Entente." It's not new, but it's quite large-scale-the scale of battles and the number of soldiers destroyed can be colossal. The computer sends in infantry, and if you have stationary howitzers, you can wipe out a battalion with a single salvo. Thirty seconds later, a second enemy battle is ready, and you crush it as well.
  That's what fights are like here. And they're not zeros at all...
  I'd certainly like to improve Entente, specifically adding the ability to repair vehicles like tanks and planes. And tools for logging-there's not enough wood. And oil could also be improved. Most importantly, it would be nice to have larger maps. At least like in Cossacks, where the maps vary in size. In Entente, the naval maps are slightly larger, and in the missions where the battles are fought for Vender.
  This is a drawback compared to "Cossacks." The advantage is the scoring system-the ratio of losses between you and the enemy. Here, Oleg Rybachenko set a super record: he destroyed over two billion enemy combat units while suffering zero losses himself. Thus, he scored over two hundred billion points. Which is a super record for computer games! And Oleg Rybachenko, that immortal boy, was quite proud of it.
  Naturally, I wanted to create something like "Entente" myself, but more developed. For example, add the ability to churn out infantry without interruption, and at an accelerated rate. In "Cossacks," the academies had more upgrade options. In this regard, "Entente" fell short.
  The boys and girls were digging for now. Oleg received orders from the Russian gods not to force the issue just yet. Gron needed help, but not too much; let him demonstrate his genius on his own. Otherwise, he'd get too cocky.
  Oleg remembered playing Cossacks. That game had a cheat code, but the boy genius didn't know it. He fought and built honestly. It's easier to play with the cheat code, but it doesn't really foster the development of military leadership. And that's its main drawback.
  And in "Entente," the boy didn't even know the cheat code, and he honed his skills to perfection. Or almost perfection. It's great to play like that and use the mouse.
  Oleg, with his bare, childish heel, drove a sharp stone into the grass. He has very strong soles. A boy is barefoot even in freezing temperatures-he's immortal and invulnerable to colds. And once you get used to it, the snow feels pleasantly cool, like ice cream. And you could even say that's great. And of course, it's good to be a boy-that's even better.
  And Oleg took it and began to sing to cheer himself up, with fury:
  My holy homeland, the USSR,
  In it, cranes float across the sky...
  The little pioneer runs barefoot,
  At least the snowdrifts haven't melted yet!
  
  There is no Fatherland in the world more beautiful than mine,
  In it, every boy is a giant...
  Our faith is even higher than the sun,
  And believe me, there is only one impulse in your soul!
  
  Pioneer red tie,
  It burns like a berry in the forest...
  The stars above the fatherland will not go out,
  Let's make a great dream come true!
  
  The light of communism flies above us,
  It will be a paradise for pioneers...
  We march barefoot,
  Summer is coming and May is beautiful!
  
  Never give up and pioneers,
  Even though the fascists are attacking us...
  We will rid the region of cholera,
  Even Karabas doesn't scare me!
  
  We boys and girls fought,
  For the Motherland, for Mother Moscow...
  To see the distances of communism,
  So that there are no fascists on our nose!
  
  When the thunder of the great war sounded,
  Rockets rained down on Moscow...
  We showed these wild hordes,
  That we can give you a good punch on the nose!
  
  Boys and girls through the snowdrifts,
  They run very briskly barefoot...
  And do not judge our children harshly,
  They don't drag you and you have to attack by force!
  
  Although my bare heels are frosty,
  But the children sing happily...
  And success will be very formidable,
  That the Fuhrer with a bald head is kaput!
  
  We will make a new school,
  In which everyone will be like chalk...
  And our happy lot,
  Greedy Sam won't be able to trample on it!
  
  Stalin himself is a great ruler,
  He ordered to kill the evil orcs...
  So that the faces of the saints appear from the bright icons,
  They could approve of our campaign!
  
  We fought for the circle of Stalingrad,
  Where a mass of ruins arose...
  And Zhukov presents the award,
  Look how much strength we have now!
  
  The boy throws a grenade,
  And the evil "Panther" is burning...
  The girl picked up the shovel,
  And she nails the fascist!
  
  We kids are so cool,
  That even the troll himself is at zero...
  I flash bare soles,
  We'll appear on the moon soon!
  
  Believe me, children will not know grief,
  We are moving towards the dream of communism...
  Warm the souls with your rays,
  May everyone on Earth be happy!
  
  Here is someone digging with a shovel,
  Someone has a strong crowbar in their hands...
  A gnome crawls along, just hunchbacked,
  The girl let out a moan!
  
  No, we will not fall on our knees,
  We won't lie down under the orcs, believe me...
  We throw grenades with our bare feet,
  The beast was already drowning in blood!
  
  In the cosmic distance, girls,
  They already see holy communism...
  At least they are wearing short skirts,
  But they crush fascism beautifully!
  
  Lenin was once mighty,
  He shook his beard in rage...
  We are able to drive clouds from the sky,
  The double bass roars like a saw!
  
  A boy is running across the field,
  He is a barefoot pioneer in shorts...
  He gave the fascists bruises,
  So that there are no more problems!
  
  Well, Fritzes, why have you gone silent?
  It's painful to look at children...
  And why were you shouting so loudly?
  There aren't enough chains for the Russians!
  
  My homeland is the light of communism,
  Which burns the tank's armor...
  The fighters don't need pacifism,
  Clench your fist tighter for battle!
  
  Here is the Fuhrer, a mad goat,
  What did you want from the Fatherland...
  A boy will hit you with a shovel,
  And soon the shelling will begin!
  
  Where there is space, there are our rockets,
  And we will enter new depths...
  Comets tear through the vacuum,
  The bald Fuhrer has become a zero!
  
  Berlin is a pile of ruins,
  The runes smoke tiredly...
  The evil Cain came to kill,
  Our machine gun is loaded!
  
  Here comes a tank, big as a mammoth,
  And shakes its longest barrel...
  The enemy has little territory,
  Let us destroy the orcs!
  
  For the boy, Lenin is like the sun,
  And Stalin is not just the moon...
  Girls, the bindweed is twining tightly,
  She's not stupid!
  
  When we went to Rome,
  The ancient Slavs fought in battle...
  For we are under the wing of a cherub,
  To blossom in the paradise of Eden!
  
  When God Svarog is with us,
  He will come with swords like a razor...
  The children will walk across the field on their feet,
  And each one will bring a wreath!
  
  By the very blue sea,
  The boys pitched a tent...
  There will be no more grief,
  And the Fuhrer will go under the axe!
  CHAPTER No 7.
  Veronica, Oksana, and Natasha, along with other girls, were escaping from the encirclement. The girls' battalion was ordered to retreat to the rear, as the warriors had virtually no anti-tank weapons. Stalenida Pavlovna had war experience, having served as a volunteer in Spain. She understood that the border troops would be no match for the E-series tanks. The girls, however, managed to knock out several transport vehicles, but suffered losses themselves.
  Now the battalion had dispersed and was retreating.
  Veronica, Oksana, and Natasha kicked off their boots and walked away barefoot, wearing light blouses. The Soviet troops were unprepared to repel heavy tank columns. And there was simply nothing they could do to penetrate the E-50 tank. The only chance was to damage the tracks. But the tracks of this vehicle are mounted on separate bogies, making them extremely difficult to disable.
  The girls moved eastward through the forests, in small groups. They looked very suggestive. Their pants were pulled up, and they wore only light shirts. Their long, light, slightly curly hair was loose. The grass pleasantly tickled their bare feet, and occasionally they came across pine cones. It all looked extremely erotic. Their breasts were visible through their thin shirts.
  Veronica, raking the grass with her bare foot, says in annoyance:
  - What the hell - the war has only just begun, and we already have to retreat!
  Oksana, whose light hair was slightly reddish, bared her teeth and answered:
  - I didn't have any particular illusions! Hitler conquered almost the entire world... Try to cope with such a crowd!
  Natasha shook her snow-white hair and said:
  - Everyone wants to please... It's hard to deal with them! Being faithful isn't so easy!
  Veronica nodded. Her hair is so golden and beautiful. She's gorgeous.
  And then Victoria caught up with them. A redhead. Her hair was like fire. And so scorching. The wind blew, and it seemed like a proletarian banner was fluttering, that flaming head of hair.
  Victoria took off her shirt and exposed her torso. Her breasts were full, her nipples as red as poppies. A beautiful warrior. And her strong, toned body suited the display.
  Natasha giggled and also bared her torso, noting:
  - And we have beautiful bodies... We are simply Amazons!
  Veronica shook her head:
  - Isn't it too radical to bare your breasts? We must observe the rules of decency!
  Victoria shook her head and tossed her red curls:
  "In a communist society, morality is a relative concept." The girl shook her bare breasts, her scarlet nipples glistening seductively. "And being naked is no sin. More precisely, the concept of sin is the priest's, and our credo is freedom from bourgeois morality!"
  Natasha confirmed, shaking her lush and elastic bust:
  - Closer to nature! Closer to the natural! And natural nudity!
  Oksana also smiled and bared her torso. Indeed, in the summer heat, how pleasant it is to have bare breasts. And the breeze blows over them. She's a beautiful girl, and nudity suits her. All the girls are athletic, with toned figures; the naked bodies of these warriors look very harmonious.
  Beautiful girls are walking along the path. They are so delightful and very attractive.
  Veronica chirped, shaking her head:
  - But this is not aesthetic at all!
  Victoria shook her head negatively:
  - No! We have beautiful bodies! And we look absolutely stunning naked!
  Natasha nodded and, jumping up, said:
  - It was good to be naked... Now Ilyich came with a gun!
  Oksana stroked her chest and squealed:
  - Indeed, my bust is super!
  Victoria sang enthusiastically:
  - Oh, girls, we are robbers! Purses, purses, and purse-busters! We've seen mountains of dollars!
  Natasha, shaking her naked breasts, sang with a smile:
  - They used to be naked, barefoot, stupid!
  And the whole four of them burst into laughter. The girls slapped their bare feet, lifting their bare heels. Beautiful warriors. They had backpacks and PPSh submachine guns slung over their shoulders. Pretty warriors, very wonderful.
  Veronica said ingratiatingly:
  - Before God, we are all equal... And we will have to answer for our debauchery!
  Natasha giggled and answered with all determination:
  - There is no God! It's a fairy tale!
  Victoria, shaking her naked, tanned breasts, exclaimed with delight:
  - God was invented by the powers that be to keep the people in obedience!
  Veronica shook her golden head:
  - Then who created the universe?
  Victoria giggled and replied:
  Universes grow on their own, like leaves on a tree. They emerge from nothing. Once, in the distant infinity, a tree in the universe began to grow from nothing, and since then, a multitude of universes have emerged.
  Natasha giggled and stuck out her tongue, noting:
  - It's a bit hot! Maybe we should take off our pants?
  Victoria supported the idea:
  - This is a wonderful idea!
  And all three girls unanimously took off their pants, leaving them in just their panties. And what strong, muscular bodies they had. Simply magnificent, and top-notch performance.
  Oksana sang with delight:
  - The cockroach has antennae, the naked girl has panties!
  Only Veronica was left with her pants and shirt rolled up. She replied reproachfully:
  - It's not nice to be naked like this! What if they see us!
  Natasha giggled and replied:
  - Let them even see! I love to excite men!
  Victoria giggled, shook her almost bare thighs, and replied:
  - Men are trash - just scum!
  And hitting a fresh mushroom with her bare foot, she added:
  - How nice it is to take a stallion for a ride!
  Oksana noted with a smile:
  - When they caress you, it's nice... Especially if the men are young and handsome...
  Natasha reminded the girls:
  - Remember, we caught the boy. A wonderful kid, and I bet he's perfect beyond his years!
  Victoria licked her lips and said with lust in her voice:
  - How wonderful it would be to test that!
  Veronica barked indignantly:
  - What nasty things you say! You can't mock people's feelings like that! Especially when it concerns a boy, even if he's German!
  Oksana giggled and replied:
  - Forgive us, but I feel so nasty inside...
  Natasha readily confirmed:
  The Germans are advancing, and I want to dream about something good! For example, about the guys!
  Victoria suggested with a laugh:
  - What if we actually caught men? That was so cool!
  Veronica replied harshly:
  - Women are adorned by modesty, not by brazen pestering!
  Victoria shook her fiery head, slapped her bare feet, and barked:
  "No! There's no greater pleasure than choosing a man yourself and dragging him into bed." The red-haired devil shook her copper-red curls and continued. "Exactly, having sex in the bushes for pleasure, not walking down the aisle."
  Veronica said sternly:
  "Sex without a reason is a sign of stupidity!" She added, "It contradicts the norms of communist morality!"
  Victoria did not agree:
  - Lenin himself said - wives should be shared!
  Natasha giggled and remarked:
  "Well, I wouldn't say I'd throw myself at men, but it's nice to play an active role! It's like you're choosing who to hit! But in our unit, it doesn't come to that."
  Victoria nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, we only have girls... But you can climb over the fence! - The girl chirped with great pleasure. - Men, men... Our men are crawling on their bellies with zeal!
  Veronica shook her head:
  - No, Lenin never said such a thing!
  Natasha cried out in protest:
  - No, that's exactly what Vladimir Ilyich said! Under communism, everything will be shared, including wives!
  Victoria giggled and muttered:
  - Women are good... Men are even better! Oh, if only I could be captured and raped by an entire company.
  The girls burst into laughter. Victoria, grinning, added:
  - And then they beat me with rifle butts! And they would have set my heels on fire with a soft flame and sprinkled them with corbit!
  Natasha kicked the bump with her bare foot and cooed:
  - Your heels love being hit with bamboo! In China, girls and boys were beaten on their bare soles with sticks. And they loved it!
  Victoria sang with gusto:
  - What torture in Hollywood! Only katyds, not people!
  Veronica wittily remarked:
  - You'll end up in hell... You'll be tortured, and your heels will be burned not only with bamboo, but also with a hot iron!
  Natasha sang, clenching her fists tightly:
  - There's a black raven at the neighboring gate!
  Victoria, shaking her bare breasts with scarlet nipples, continued:
  -Cradle, handcuffs, torn mouth!
  Oksana, whose breasts were also exposed, and shaking her hips, answered:
  - How many times after a fight my head!
  Veronica supported the impulse, stamping her bare feet:
  - From the overcrowded chopping block she flew somewhere...
  Natasha roared with fury, shaking her naked chest:
  - Where is the Motherland? Let them scream "ugly!"
  Victoria spanked and squealed, twisting her hips, barely covered by transparent panties:
  - We like her, even though she"s not a beauty!
  Oksana hissed, twitching her bare tanned knees:
  - You bastard are so gullible!
  Veronica remarked with a sigh:
  "We're Soviet border guards. And yet we talk like streetwalkers. Is this even possible?"
  Victoria sang in response:
  - Thank you, Stalin, leader! For our stupid, empty eyes! For the fact that we are like lice and cannot live!
  Natasha shook her fist at the red-haired devil:
  - Come on, don't be so brazen! You'll end up in the special department!
  Victoria said confidently:
  - Soon the Germans will come to Moscow... And they will take Stalin away in a cage!
  Oksana giggled and objected:
  - Do you think the outcome of the war is predetermined?
  Victoria answered quite seriously:
  "How could it be otherwise? Hitler has more than half the world under occupation, plus Japan and its colonies." The girl angrily stamped her graceful, bare foot. "And we don't even have decent tanks! The KV series is a parody of a machine. The T-34 is clearly too small. And a decent tank hasn't been created! And our armor-piercing shells are worse than the German ones!"
  Natasha sighed heavily and gurgled:
  - I have to agree with that! Alas, our tanks are still so imperfect. And the KVs? They break down...
  The girls fell silent and their playfulness subsided.
  Indeed, the very first hours of the war revealed that even the T-34-76 had a less-than-reliable gearbox, and the KV series even more so. And what's worse, the heavier the tank, the less capable it is of maneuvering. And 200mm of frontal armor isn't enough to withstand shells from even the 88mm gun of the Panther-2, much less the E-50.
  As it unexpectedly turned out, German vehicles were significantly stronger in frontal armor and ability to withstand attacks. Meanwhile, Soviet vehicles were clearly inferior.
  However, in real history, too, the Germans won in the very first hours and days. And yet, they didn't have such a large number of tanks and planes, or formidable jet aircraft. And they had no vehicles heavier than twenty-two tons. In general, the Germans turned out to be surprisingly weak in 1941. And yet, strangely enough, they defeated a much stronger enemy. And now? All the Nazis' trump cards-combat experience, superior troop mobility, the ability to breach defenses-have been strengthened. And the Führer didn't have three and a half thousand light tanks or medium tanks, but ten thousand heavy ones. And jet aircraft, which propeller-driven aircraft are basically no match for.
  And the Red Army is still better trained to attack than to defend. And soldiers were trained to fight the enemy on his own territory, not to defend their own. Of course, some things have improved. The Molotov Line has been completed. That's a plus. The defensive line, in terms of engineering, is much stronger than it was in 1941.
  Besides, the troops were better mobilized than in real history. And they were prepared to repel an attack. But their defensive training was still poor. Their spirit wasn't particularly aggressive. The air force was clearly lacking. And the level of pilot training couldn't compare to the Germans. And yet, the Fritzes had such colossal experience.
  The balance of power is far worse than it was in 1941. Back then, the USSR had four times as many tanks and aircraft, and yet it still collapsed. And now? Now the Germans have the advantage in both quality and quantity. And in tanks, the quality is noticeably on the Nazi side. And in aircraft, too.
  Maybe that's why the four girls are so pessimistic.
  The warriors don't get turned on at all.
  Natasha, walking on the tree roots and feeling a tingling sensation in her bare feet, noticed:
  "So we've shown our backs to the enemy! Or maybe it would have been better to stand up and die with dignity!"
  Victoria shook her red head:
  "And what will our death change? Only the Nazis will boast of a new victory!"
  Veronica agreed here:
  - True! Our deaths will only add to the fascists' laurels! We should get the latest weapons and fight the Nazis.
  Oksana noted skeptically:
  - How can you? There's no weapon against the E-50!
  The girls fell silent... And really, what kind of tank is the E-50? A vehicle with a tightly packed layout, less than two meters tall, and highly sloped armor. A kind of perfection in tank design.
  A new generation of vehicles with a hydrostabilized gun. The armor is sloped on the sides, front, and rear. It's a squat design. The weak point is the lower hull, if you get caught between the rollers. But that's also something you need to know how to do. The Germans also attach armor to the tracks, providing double protection.
  So the Fritzes received an optimal tank, which even the SU-100, a still rare self-propelled gun, couldn"t take.
  Gas throwers and bomb throwers were used when shelling Soviet positions.
  And now attack aircraft flew over the girls. They were clearly threatening to bury the beauties.
  If, of course, they were seen.
  Natasha, baring her face, said:
  - We are all bitches, the Fuhrer is not cool!
  And again she grinned in the direction of the Nazis.
  Victoria logically and wittily noted:
  - He is not the first fighter, not even the second!
  Oksana noted seriously:
  "And we can easily take a Panther-2 from the side. It only has 82mm of slightly sloped armor. It won't be a problem for us!"
  Veronica giggled and suggested:
  - Maybe we'll build just such a tank...
  The girls had been walking for several hours without stopping. It was past noon. It was time to stop and get some food. Life wasn't easy in the USSR, but the economy was improving. Some goods were sold at very low ration prices, while others were sold at high commercial prices.
  The Third Five-Year Plan (1938-1942) was formally even exceeded. This was achieved, however, by increasing the length of the workday and imposing draconian penalties for absenteeism. Moreover, the first two Five-Year Plans were also formally exceeded, but in reality, this was not the case. High inflation made it possible to manipulate the statistics.
  But the country was developing quite rapidly. Perhaps not as rapidly as official statistics, but... The indicators were growing. Factories were being built, output was increasing, especially in mechanical engineering. The supply of weapons was also growing.
  Agriculture also contributed. After the initial decline caused by collectivization, collective farms began to operate. More and more tractors, fertilizers, and various implements were produced. Collective farms gradually improved. The Fourth Five-Year Plan had been planned somewhat more modestly, so the higher the level, the harder it is to raise it! But 1943 and 1944, at least officially, went according to plan. Or even slightly ahead. Overtime work was actively encouraged, as were various types of loans.
  Agriculture added a bit more, which allowed for a freeze on food ration prices and an increase in food supply limits. Wages increased slightly.
  Of course, not everything in the USSR was as perfect as it appears in the movies, but life was gradually getting better. Bicycles appeared, and even the first black-and-white televisions appeared in 1944. The first color film about Stalin was also made, of course. The Moskvich automobile went into production. Canned goods, candy, and confectionery production expanded. Ammonia-powered refrigerators also went on sale.
  That is, there were improvements in the USSR. And the NKVD wasn't as brutal as it had been in 1937 and 1938. Of course, the people didn't want war. And they were afraid of the Germans.
  The USSR already had a highly developed heavy industry and mechanical engineering. But they hadn't yet managed to properly replenish the army with vehicles. Although, of course, compared to 1941, equipment had increased significantly. And the army's size had reached eleven million-twice as many as in 1941. And the economy could barely support this.
  Stalin managed to create a strong industry, but the Führer had conquered too much, and it was impossible to cope with him. Their resources were completely incomparable.
  But the USSR was already producing decent stewed meat. And girls ate it with pleasure, along with onions and bread.
  Natasha remarked angrily, chewing the meat:
  - Why hasn't the Fuhrer gone to Japan yet? Why has he come to us?
  Victoria, slapping her bare foot hard on the snag, replied:
  - Impenetrable stupidity!
  Oksana suggested:
  "I think the Fritzes are underestimating us! But in reality, we should tear this entire Hitlerite pack apart!"
  Veronica noted with a sigh:
  - We were unlucky... Although the war could have started in '41. Such rumors were circulating back then!
  Victoria nodded in agreement and shook her naked breast, hissing:
  - Probably so! But apparently Yugoslavia and Britain's successes against Italy thwarted Hitler's plans. But, frankly, this actually worked to the Nazis' advantage.
  Natasha crushed an ant with her bare toes and nodded in agreement:
  - Of course! In 1941, the Third Reich, lacking heavy tanks and rocket artillery, would have been completely safe for us. We would have swept it away... But the Fritzes raised the bar.
  The girl sighed heavily.
  Victoria looked at Natasha, at her bare, firm breasts, and thought, "She's so beautiful!" How wonderful it would be to caress her. But she didn't say it out loud-it would truly be inappropriate.
  Veronica logically noted:
  "History has no subjunctive mood... But actually, it would have been better to strike in 1940, when the fascists were advancing on France. Then the moment couldn't have been more convenient!"
  Victoria snorted contemptuously:
  "And break the pact? Stalin won't do that! After all, he gave his word of honor not to attack!"
  Natasha laughed and remarked:
  - Oh, how noble we are!
  The girls finished the bread, stew, and onions. They washed it down with sour milk from their flasks. They moved on.
  Somewhere, the rumble of engines could be heard. German tanks were moving. Among them, the largest was the E-100. Speer had managed to reject the more massive examples. But really, why does a tank need two barrels? Better to make two lighter tanks with different barrels than one heavy one with two.
  The E-100 has also been discontinued, but it can still be found in production. What's more, Hitler also loved mastodons and ordered the entire series, from the E-5 to the E-100, to be retained.
  The E-75 is a fairly common vehicle with a 128mm cannon and weighs eighty tons. Its armor is unified with the E-50. It's hardly a better model; in fact, it's probably even worse. The "Royal Lion" has a 210mm cannon and weighs a hundred tons.
  The girls climbed a tall pine tree and watched the tanks. The "Royal Lion," with its 1,800-horsepower engine, is quite a powerful and agile beast. The E-100 also has a powerful engine. The "Sturmlev," with its powerful 500-millimeter rocket launcher, is also moving. It's one of the most effective breakthrough vehicles.
  The fate of the "Lion" tank itself was ambiguous. It appeared before the "Panther" and saw action in Sweden, Switzerland, and during the landings in Britain itself.
  Hitler conquered both Switzerland and Sweden and imposed onerous agreements on Spain and Portugal. They were forced to abandon their national currency and adopt the mark, thereby falling under the influence of German capital.
  The "Lion" tank was also intended for use against America. But the military found the vehicle too heavy and its gun too slow to fire. The more advanced "Panther-2" was preferred. This tank's armament satisfied the military, and its performance, especially its frontal armor, was more than adequate. The "Panther-2" became the winning tank in the war with the United States. The "Lion" was used extremely rarely. The "Tiger" also proved to be a less than effective tank, barely seeing action in combat until late 1942. And the "Tiger-2" was obsolete almost as soon as it appeared. The modernized "Panther-2," weighing fifty tons, was equal to the "Tiger-2" in protection and armament, and superior in performance, despite being eighteen tons lighter.
  Combat experience has shown that the Panther-2 significantly outperforms the Sherman, penetrating the latter from a distance of up to three and a half kilometers. It is virtually impenetrable from the front, and only vulnerable to the side at close range. And even then, not all Sherman models are vulnerable.
  America lost to German jet aircraft and Panthers, as well as to the earlier E-25, a unique self-propelled gun that was only one and a half meters high.
  The United States capitulated...
  Natasha stroked her own strawberry nipple. And with a radiant smile, she said:
  - You and I! He and she - together we're a whole country!
  Victoria supported:
  - Together we are a happy family! In the word "we" there are a hundred thousand "I"s!
  Oksana giggled and, pointing at the mastodons, remarked:
  "Tank E is very short and squat. It'll be difficult to reach."
  Veronica hissed sadly:
  - May God help us!
  Natasha giggled and chirped:
  - In America, for the whole country, in America, for the whole country, in America, for the whole country - opportunities are equal!
  Fiery Victoria giggled and roared:
  - Opportunities are equal for different strata of society!
  And how he laughs. And how he shows his beautiful teeth.
  Oksana expressed her opinion:
  - When the Germans break away from their supply bases, things will be very bad for them!
  Veronica giggled and suggested:
  - Let's pray then!
  Natasha snorted contemptuously and shook her head:
  - No! We are Komsomol members, which means we are atheists!
  Victoria warned aggressively:
  "I'm a militant atheist! And there's no God-that's a medical fact!"
  Veronica noted cautiously:
  - But you can't prove it!
  Victoria's emerald eyes flashed aggressively in response. She hissed with a snarl:
  "I can! If God exists, then he must be responsible. And that means taking care of people." The red-haired girl aggressively kicked the pine tree trunk with her bare foot. "Can you imagine a phenomenal cosmic intelligence that wouldn't care about its creation?"
  Natasha readily confirmed:
  - Exactly! We are to God as children are to the Father, and yet He doesn't care about us!
  Veronica noted cautiously:
  - But even a caring father punishes his children...
  Natasha giggled in response:
  - But it doesn"t disfigure them!
  Victoria noted angrily:
  "Your God really does have some strange methods of education! For example, He went and drowned all of humanity, even innocent animals. The question arises: what kind of fascist methods are these?"
  Oksana added with a smile:
  - And in general, eternal torment in hell... This is also clearly too much, since no methods of justice can justify torture!
  Veronica spread her hands in confusion and said with a sigh:
  "I also think Noah's flood is a bit much. But the Earth was filled with sin before God's eyes..."
  Victoria noted with a laugh:
  "The kids started acting up. Dad picked up a machine gun and shot the ones who were yapping, leaving only those who kept their cool." The redhead bared her large teeth. "That's the analogy!"
  Veronica shrugged and said quietly:
  "I'm not a priest to answer such questions. But I think God had his reasons."
  Victoria giggled and noted:
  - Yes... They fell for some reason or for no reason, but everyone seemed to have disappeared!
  Natasha suggested:
  - Maybe the Bible is just a Jewish fairy tale. Why should we believe it?
  Oksana expressed her thoughts:
  - You must, in any case, maintain your honor. And don't count too much on paradise after death!
  Victoria giggled and remarked:
  - Yes... Priests love to tell stories! And not very attractive ones!
  Veronica quietly remarked:
  - But Jesus Christ is quite an attractive image!
  Victoria giggled and shook her head:
  - I would never marry such a pacifist!
  Natasha giggled and remarked:
  - Yes, a man should stand up for himself... And what does the Bible teach? If someone hits you on the right cheek, turn the left!
  Veronica wanted to speak, but she was clearly embarrassed. Then Victoria interjected:
  "A truly strange morality. One moment God teaches us to love our enemies, the next He drowns all of humanity at once. How can this be explained?"
  Natasha answered herself:
  - I think it"s because the Bible was written by talented dreamers!
  Veronica responded weakly:
  "It depends on your perspective... But the origin of the Universe cannot be explained by anything other than the existence of God." The girl perked up. She ran her bare, slender foot over the bark and continued. "Whatever you say, it's impossible to find or invent a more convincing explanation for the origin of the Universe than that God created it!"
  Natasha shrugged and asked:
  - And what is the root cause of God"s appearance?
  Veronica sighed and answered, losing confidence:
  - This is already an axiom... We must accept by faith that God exists. And that he has existed eternally and has no first cause.
  Natasha shook her head:
  "Accept by faith the pre-eternity of God? But I can propose accepting by faith the eternity of the universe, but without the Almighty..."
  Veronica logically noted:
  - This seems illogical. How can matter be eternal, and where did it come from?
  Victoria immediately retorted:
  - What's logical? God is eternal... But where did he come from!? Especially one who is immediately omnipotent and omniscient?
  Veronica answered with despair:
  - It has always existed... We accept this by faith! But how this is possible is incomprehensible!
  Natasha noticed here:
  "Indeed, we stand on equal terms here. Matter, too, had to somehow emerge. And yet, the incomprehensible is happening." The girl grinned and remarked confidently. "But still, the question remains: why is so much evil on earth so unresolved?"
  CHAPTER No 8.
  Oleg Rybachenko and the other pioneers also escaped the encirclement. The Nazis managed to break through the defenses in other areas. As it turned out, the Red Army was almost incapable of defending itself. Indeed, it had been trained to defeat the enemy on his own territory and with minimal loss of life. However, as the war with the Finns demonstrated, Soviet commanders were least skilled at the latter. But defense was neglected, both in headquarters and during exercises. Consequently, despite the numerous fortifications dug, the front collapsed.
  Boys and girls in red ties were leaving. Their bare, childish feet splashed on the fresh grass of late May. The soles of the young Leninists tickled pleasantly.
  And they ran along, and from time to time they fired at the German jet attack aircraft with slingshots. And they began to smoke and fall to the sides.
  Olezhka, this eternal boy and time traveler from the twenty-first century, chirped:
  - Things are pretty tough for us!
  The pioneer boy Sasha, flashing his bare, round heels, green from the grass, agreed:
  - Yes, severe trials await our Fatherland! But we will still win!
  The boy Timur squealed:
  - We will stand firm for our Motherland!
  And the young Leninist threw the explosive packet with his bare toes. And the soldiers of the colored army scattered in all directions.
  Pioneer girl Lara giggled and sang:
  What could a Russian warrior be afraid of?
  What doubts will make him tremble!?
  We are not embarrassed by the flame of the color of gloss,
  There is only one answer: don"t touch my Rus'!
  
  And with whom else have we fought victoriously,
  Who was defeated by the hand of war!
  Napoleon was beaten in the dark, impenetrable abyss:
  Mamai is in Gehenna with Satan!
  
  We ran to the army of the Commonwealth;
  Port Arthur was quickly recaptured!
  With the Ottoman Empire, powerful and wild;
  And even Frederick blew away the battle of Russia!
  The pioneer boy Seryozhka objected:
  - There is no Russia now! We are the USSR!
  Oleg remarked with a smile:
  "But the Nazis, out of habit, call us Russia. So that's a completely possible option!"
  And the boy-terminator tossed a tiny pea-sized explosive with his bare heel and knocked out the reconnaissance frame. And that drone went nuts.
  Boy Genka chirped:
  - We will not give the enemy any mercy!
  And the young warriors are running again. The pioneer girl Masha sang:
  Barefoot, just barefoot,
  Under the rocket rain and under the assault of napalm!
  After which the girl stood on her hands and twirled her bare, childish legs!
  This is the pioneer, and the whole team.
  The children ran to the forest and hid there. The treetops were quite dense, allowing them to rest and, if necessary, make forays. Along the way, the young warriors shot several partridges. Afterward, they made shashlik and began grilling the juicy meat. These were the pioneers, and they weren't afraid to light a fire. Which was incredibly cool.
  The young pioneer sang and his voice grew stronger, pouring out a beautiful song:
  We are the pioneers, the knights of the era,
  Which Lenin himself created...
  Things are going quite well for us, believe me.
  And Stalin is the leader and idol of joy!
  
  We will make our world so beautiful,
  So that the wheat in it is ripe and the color of...
  Let's make the planet happy with communism,
  Well, the fascists will be swept away with a broom!
  
  Yes, Hitler is very strong in this world,
  It has tanks and tons of planes...
  But I believe the Russian warrior is a tough guy,
  Even Satan can't break us!
  
  Here the self-propelled gun moves like a cobra,
  He aims his most powerful visible barrel...
  And the boy has only one rifle,
  But his fear has long since passed!
  
  Although we don"t know if there is heaven in the sky,
  But we believe that science will resurrect...
  Even though our life is one big lottery,
  We will bring sword and shield to the battle!
  
  And the lot of people will not be evil,
  We will fight our enemies to the end...
  The girl runs into battle completely barefoot,
  Stalin has obviously replaced her father!
  
  I am a boy of the Bolshevik type,
  Who will build communism...
  Oleg's strength began to boil,
  Fly up, and not down for a second!
  
  When the thunder of war subsides,
  And once again our world and land will bloom...
  Stalin will present us with the highest award,
  And there will be glory, valor and honor!
  The boys sang, and their spirits lifted. Indeed, the war was only just beginning. Oleg Rybachenko remembered from a previous life that the war in 1941 hadn't started out so well for the USSR. True, the enemy here was much stronger and had far greater potential.
  The pioneer boy Seryozhka said with a sigh:
  We retreated silently for a long time,
  It was a shame - we were expecting a fight!
  Oleg objected:
  "We do have fights! There's nothing to complain about in that regard. Whether they're successful, though, is another matter entirely!"
  The young pioneer Andreyka remarked with a sigh, slapping his childish, tanned, scratched foot on the grass:
  "I think life consists of different phases. Just like the course of a war, which means there will be a turning point."
  The boy Timur nodded:
  - Yes, it will be! I believe in it! We were born to win!
  Oleg confirmed:
  - Yes, good must definitely triumph over evil!
  The pioneer girl Masha objected:
  In fairy tales, yes, but not always in real life. For example, both Genghis Khan and Tamerlane were invincible! And they weren't punished in life!
  Andreyka said:
  - There's little justice in the world! Although, for example, Rus' did throw off the yoke of the Horde!
  Sashka grinned and replied:
  "I wouldn't want this yoke to last two and a half centuries! And if we lose, the price will be too high."
  Oleg, running his bare, childish sole across the grass, noted:
  - And the price will be high in any case...
  The boy remembered a tank game. In it, the Third Reich faced Soviet tanks from real history. But it's worth noting that German designers worked on the E-series under severe shortages of raw materials, time, and bombs from strategic aircraft. Therefore, in real-life conditions, the Nazis were able to create something better than what they were used to in computer games. Specifically, tanks with very high speed and a single crew member-a child or a midget, at that.
  So some other problems arose.
  Oleg took it and sang:
  Science develops like a tornado,
  We can even conquer space...
  Let us all be a beautiful treasure,
  And even a bull-bear can become a cheetah!
  The girl Katya noticed:
  - It's not funny!
  Oleg stated:
  - We'll still hit the enemy!
  And the boys began making new charges from sawdust. They weren't about to give up and retreat so easily.
  Oleg remembered how, in their time, the Strugatsky brothers, for example, disapproved of militarism. They wrote more peaceful science fiction. Really, I'm so tired of all these wars. I want something heartfelt and funny.
  But for now, we can start by launching a few homemade rockets into the sky so that they can find Hitler's planes in the air.
  Oleg noted that the targeting principle is actually quite simple: sound and heat. And it can be done in large quantities. In 1941, the Nazis weren't all that strong, especially their tank fleet. It's surprising they were able to achieve so much. Then, in 1943, the Nazis seemed to have strengthened their forces, but they started losing.
  However, one of the reasons for the Germans' defeats was Hitler's anti-Semitism, because of which the Third Reich lost many learned men.
  The Panther, too, turned out to be too heavy, labor-intensive to produce, and poorly protected from the sides. Which prevented it from becoming the best tank of World War II. Perhaps the Panther-2 could have been, but it never went into production, and thank God for that.
  While assembling missiles to launch at Hitler's planes, Oleg thought. For example, why is there such injustice in the world? Teenagers are more stupid and aggressive, unstable and unruly, but they're usually physically healthy and beautiful. But with age, people lose both their health and beauty, although they gain wisdom, knowledge, and responsibility. Is this right? And if this is justice on the part of the Almighty God, regardless of who God is-Allah, Jehovah, Rod, or the Trinity. After all, especially looking at old women-it's simply disgusting to see women so corrupted with age, turning the fair sex into something ugly!
  The boy genius launched another missile into the air. And he also wondered whether killing in war is evil or not.
  Many religions even encourage holy war, but what is it?
  Even if we take the Quran, can the merciful and compassionate Allah approve of the killing of innocent people? First and foremost, of course, civilians.
  Oleg took it and sang:
  In battle you were a brave horseman,
  In battle like fire...
  But if the spirit is boiling,
  Don't touch the weak!
  And Oleg launched another missile. His mood, however, was gloomy. People kill each other, and for what purpose? Take, for example, the true story of Hitler and Stalin, who weren't content with territory, who clashed with each other. Why did they do it? Were they seeking world power?
  Oleg recalled a book called "The Last Republic," which explains why the USSR had to conquer the entire world to ensure its continued existence. Because people naturally value personal freedom over totalitarianism. Moreover, Stalin had carried out mass purges and repressions in the USSR, sowing fear. And people were truly afraid when they heard footsteps in the hallways and trembled-were they coming for them?
  The boy and girls worked on Hitler's troops, both European and colonial divisions. Here they are, flashing their tiny, childish, pink heels. But will this do anything for the Nazis?
  The Nazis have very fast, light tanks, covered in heavy armor, which are difficult to deal with. And how they just roll forward with their devastating rollers.
  The "Royal Lion" tank is also very interesting; the vehicle is very well armored, up to three hundred and fifty millimeters in the front, and three hundred in the sides, and this was true, it was at high angles, and the devil would penetrate such a tank!
  The "Royal Lion" itself fires its bomb launcher and causes colossal destruction. This machine is truly a mastodon on tracks, so to speak.
  Oleg, however, wasn't deterred. He crafted a rocket with a shaped charge. And he launched it. It flew past with great, violent force and exploded.
  Oleg took it and sang:
  Black belt,
  I am very calm...
  Black belt,
  One warrior in the field!
  Black belt,
  White coat,
  Evil fascists,
  March to hell!
  So the young pioneers fought, and all the while they continued to retreat through forests and swamps. And they splashed along with their small, childish, bare feet. It was easier for them this way, and they moved much more energetically. And if necessary, they could respond to the Nazis with very well-aimed volleys.
  Children, let's say, are extremely cool fighters.
  But only Oleg and Margarita are immortal. Others, from running barefoot for so long, have rough soles that begin to crack and bleed. And the veins in their legs bulge. These poor children are in pain and suffering; they're starving. While Oleg and Margarita can chew ordinary grass and fresh tree bark, normal children suffer from stomach pain and bloating, or even diarrhea, from such a diet. It's clear the boys and girls are losing weight before their eyes. Their faces are already drawn, early wrinkles are appearing, and their ribs look like they're being pulled out of baskets.
  However, this is still only the beginning of the retreat. But even several days of continuous retreat is difficult.
  Oleg ponders how to counter the enemy's superiority in manpower and technology. The Red Army isn't particularly skilled or fond of defending itself. It's more trained to attack. But the latter, given the enemy's numerical superiority, is suicidal.
  And the Nazis' machine guns, or rather assault rifles, are superior to the Soviets. They have a longer range, weigh less, and are of higher quality. And the bayonet is positioned more efficiently, allowing it to pass between the thighs.
  So, the children attacked a German armored column along the way. They pelted it with explosive packets made of coal and sawdust. The boys and girls attacked barefoot and at night. They threw grenades, and Oleg and Margarita threw them with their bare toes, and they tore the vehicles apart, and the armor burst, burning. And the soldiers were charred.
  This was what did the killing.
  The children fought fiercely. They fired from machine guns, including captured ones. They were extremely accurate. And they knocked out the Nazis with great effect.
  The boys and girls acted with force. They fell, spraying blood, and their corpses burned. What a fight! And the pioneers, glittering in the darkness, their eyes and heels flashed. Now that's truly aggressive.
  The children fought with wild fury, and they acted with extreme brutality. They picked up weapons, threw grenades, and hurled lethal gifts of annihilation. The fury was unconditional. There was no stopping the young warriors anymore.
  The darkness was cut by trails of fire, and smoke billowed. And Hitler's combat kits exploded.
  And heads were torn off, and heads were crushed. This is truly a very deadly act of the pioneers, and with their bare toes they throw bags of ground-up tree bark, which explode with extraordinary destructive force.
  Timur even fired a grenade launcher and destroyed an armored personnel carrier. It, too, began to explode and spew fire. That's a searing effect.
  Seryozhka whistled:
  - This is phasmogoria!
  The pioneer girl Masha squeaked:
  - For my holy Motherland!
  One of the German colonels had his arm blown off, and he was wearing a gold watch. Oleg picked it up and gave it to himself as a nice gift. The watch was studded with small diamonds.
  The children slapped their bare feet, leaving behind the bloody, graceful footsteps of boys and girls. And such beautiful, wonderful pioneers they were.
  And so the children were moving again, and their mood was high. Oleg thought. Zhirinovsky was still a bit weak. He could have become president of Russia, but he was afraid to criticize Yeltsin. Indeed, even if Zhirinovsky criticized someone, he was afraid to touch Borka personally - he had the heart of a hare. And when Mark Goryachev punches him in the face, where's the retaliation? He should have punched him hard enough to knock him down. Now that would have had a real impact.
  Oleg sang with fury:
  I don"t understand how long I should be afraid,
  A strong politician is born for battle...
  Fear is a weakness and therefore,
  He who is afraid has already been defeated!
  The children retreated to the edge of the forest. There they uncorked the canned goods and chocolate captured from the Nazis. The latter, by the way, wasn't ersatz, but the most natural and therefore delicious. The canned goods included whale meat, fish, and pork. And even the more expensive ones, made from elephant trunk. This wasn't just sprats in tomato sauce. This was truly good food.
  The children ate and felt heavy. Oleg fell asleep and had such an interesting dream.
  It's like Fat Cat's gang is helping the orcs attack the USSR. It's a fairy tale.
  Oleg found it unpleasant to kill White soldiers-especially Germans, a nation to be admired, especially before it was corrupted by liberal democratic rule. And now he's killing orcs-hairy bears. And that's something to be celebrated.
  Here's Fat Cat, a mangy cat, a mole, and some crocodile trying to throw their trinkets from the sky. But in response, the brave children launched a special rocket filled with moon dust. It took off and hit the fat cat. He took the crushing blow and burst. And crumbled into tiny bubbles.
  Then, as if on cue, the orcs launched an attack. They charged in both foot hordes and tank columns. It was a truly spectacular sight. And the orcs' fur burned as the brave pioneers used flamethrowers. What a slaughter they were.
  Oleg took it and sang:
  We are children of the cosmic world,
  Capable of defeating evil bears...
  In the name of Shakespeare's pen,
  One, Motherland, Lada and mother!
  Margarita Korshunova confirmed:
  - We will truly fight for our mother! And our mother is the Motherland!
  And the girl threw an explosive package, scattering the vicious creatures in all directions. It was truly a fierce battle. The metal literally burned. And explosions were heard.
  The orcs were hit with Grad rockets and that also made an impression.
  Oleg noted with a very sweet look:
  - We are both natural and technological.
  The lizard from Tostopuz's gang tried to attack, but Margarita, with a wave of her wand, trapped it in a bubble. Which worked incredibly well. Then the lizard turned into a Kinder Surprise candy. Incidentally, it was delicious and fragrant.
  The children once again shook their magic wands. And from them erupted pulsars of deadly force. They struck the orcs with all their might.
  These are some wonderful young fighters. And they use tanks against the enemy like a punch to the jaw. And the orcs are in real trouble.
  Oleg sang:
  It's been so long since I've been here,
  I'll fall on the grass...
  I'll look at the clear sky,
  And I will understand that I am alive!
  And with his bare toes, the boy hurled a destructive pea of annihilation. And so it went. And the children mowed down the orcs with great force and crushing energy. And then, as the song goes, "Show no mercy to the orcs, exterminate their bastards, crush them like bedbugs-strike them like cockroaches!"
  And so, the powerful magical currents emitted by the children's special forces raged beyond all measure. And it was such that it could not be stopped.
  Margarita took it and chirped:
  The son of the earth will answer - no,
  I will not remain a slave to bears...
  I believe freedom will flourish,
  The wind will refresh the fresh wound!
  
  For the Fatherland free in battle,
  The great Svarog himself calls...
  Rise up, valiant knight, in the morning,
  The darkness will go away and the roses of May will bloom!
  And this is how the brave and unyielding children acted. And how they fought with fury, with frenzy, and at the same time with calculation.
  So woe to anyone who encounters children's special forces. And even more so for the orcs. How they get knocked out and thrashed.
  Oleg responded by knocking down another batch of nasty bears:
  We fight for glory, for honor, and for the Motherland. But as one singer once said, even the Motherland is sometimes ugly!
  Margarita, having cut down a dozen orcs with a burst of machine gun fire, confirmed:
  - Especially under Stalin! People bowed down to the mustachioed one - damn him!
  And the kids just burst out laughing. Their mood grew more and more upbeat. This truly was colossal, childish energy. It was unbearable. Not children, but something truly superb.
  And if they start cutting down the orcs, then swords and magic wands come into play. You won't be able to resist here.
  The boy Petka took it and chirped:
  The planet has recognized our greatness,
  Fascism was crushed with a blow of the sword...
  We are loved and appreciated by all nations of the world,
  The people of the whole country are marching towards communism!
  The girl Lara objected:
  - Better not for the whole country, but for the whole planet!
  After which the children burst into laughter. And Oleg immediately fired pulsars from two magic wands. And began burning the enemies. This was truly a super-powered effect. And the enemy would be no match for such might. And the young warriors thoroughly roasted the orcs. And made kebabs out of bears.
  Oleg took it and sang:
  Hovering over the world,
  Pitchless darkness...
  Evil orc sadist,
  Got it in the snout!
  After which the kids started hitting the tanks again. And turning them into cakes, and mountains of donuts, and lollipops that also grew into mounds. That's just so cool. And the things these young warriors can't do.
  It's turning into a real space saga. And they'll suddenly turn around and hit us with pulsars. And a mass of orcs was thrown up, flew past, and literally crumbled to ashes.
  The pioneer boy Seryozhka chirped:
  - One, two, three - bald Fuhrer, die!
  After which the girl Olka took and chirped, first of course launching a pea of death at the orcs with her bare, sharpened foot:
  There will be a city on Venus,
  We will crush our enemies...
  Not an ugly chimera
  We will win without further ado!
  And the girl suddenly starts squealing. And then she spits. And her saliva burns the orcs like acid. And they literally char. Not a girl - a real terminator!
  The boy, Sashka, while scribbling at the orcs, his weapon more reminiscent of a harp than a machine gun, scribbled:
  Me, you, he, she,
  The whole country together...
  Together we are a friendly family,
  In the word we are a hundred thousand I!
  And the children stamped their feet on the grass. And the orc tanks flew into the air. There they flipped over and fell upon the hordes of stinking, hairy bears. It was truly, let's say, a crush of the highest order. And how the whole armada was hacked and mangled. Well, the young Terminators took care of the orcs. And they're pounding them like crazy-no let up.
  Oleg said, sending a pulsar from his bare, childish heel:
  - The heavens burst into pieces with a crash, and with a roar they rushed out from there, knocking off the heads of kings, and not in vain having killed the orcs, we children show a miracle!
  And the young warriors suddenly whistle in unison. The ravens, suffering heart attacks, fall down, knocked out, and smash the skulls of countless orcs. And unleash countless fountains of blood. Now that's truly deadly. And when the raven attack is fierce, it truly spells death for the enemy.
  Margarita noted:
  - When you are strong, you are readily recognized as the most beautiful!
  The boy-terminator Pavlik noted:
  - There are no ugly children, there are only short-sighted old people who cannot discern the youthful greatness of the soul that is striving for the vastness of the mega-universe!
  CHAPTER No 9.
  Meanwhile, Stalin-Gron was at a loss. The forces of the fascists and the entire coalition were too great. They were attacking from all sides. And you can't even play the role of a Progressor-you're not an expert in high technology. Yes, he knows the general outline of how to make an atomic bomb, but so do Kurchatov and others. And that's not enough. The devil is in the details, and in the fact that you need to obtain a significant amount of depleted uranium. And then process it into plutonium. And that's also serious.
  Active armor is an interesting idea. It's good against HEAT shells. But the Germans are already developing it, too. And they have very fast guns. But a HEAT attack is a combat attack. And that's where active armor comes in.
  Stalin-Gron was tired and looked at the television screen. It was still a black-and-white set.
  He watched it, it was interesting, like in the movies. They were showing the Pioneers. Something like "Timur and His Team." Only a little different. Not like Gaidar. There they were fighting some bourgeoisie, under a swastika. True, the swastika wasn't Hitler's, but a modified one.
  By pioneers we mean boys no older than thirteen years old, barefoot, in ties, in shorts, and extremely funny.
  The fighting seems to be intense, yet children's bare heels flash by. Boys jump over soldiers. They tie them up with ropes. Or even throw a net.
  This is really a smart move... Stalin-Gron winced and noted with a sad look:
  - No! This needs to be shown seriously!
  Voznesensky, the most talented People's Commissar, gave a report. Teenagers were put to work at the machines. And women, and others... The army draft was underway, and the workday was extended to twelve hours, and in practice even longer.
  Plus, cards have already been introduced. It would be better to hurry...
  The worst thing is that while in real history, time was on the USSR's side in 1941, now the enemy has a colossal advantage in resources. Minsk has already fallen. Lvov has been captured by both the Nazis and Banderites. Fighting is underway for Riga, and Vilnius has fallen. So the situation is dire. Yerevan is already surrounded. Batumi has been taken.
  And Vladivostok is surrounded. And Khabarovsk is almost taken. The situation is dire, especially in the center. The Germans have taken Slutsk, Bobruisk, and Borisov, crossed the Berezina, and are approaching the Dnieper.
  Stalin-Gron looked at the map and asked Vasilevsky, the Chief of the General Staff:
  - So, what can you advise, strategist?
  The marshal answered, not too confidently:
  "Perhaps the best option is to withdraw the troops beyond the Dnieper. In that case, we'll take up defensive positions beyond the river, and a wide one at that. This will give us the opportunity to slow down the enemy."
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  - Should we also withdraw troops beyond the Dnieper in Ukraine? And leave so much territory behind?
  Vasilevsky noted:
  "Odesa is cut off! But it can still hold out. But the Nazis have overwhelming superiority at sea. And we won't be able to hold it; supply by water is impossible. The enemy has even landed in Crimea. And they are strong there. Not only are the enemy stronger in numbers, but their equipment is also superior. And here the best thing to do is to sit tight and try to inflict as many losses on the enemy as possible!"
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  "If we switch to passive defense, it will be even worse. It's impossible to behave passively. Have you ever played chess, Vasilevsky?"
  The marshal replied in confusion:
  -Very rarely, too little free time. And what about the great one?
  Stalin-Gron replied:
  "Also, the brilliant Russian chess player Chigorin: to have the initiative means to have an advantage! And in chess, what's interesting is that defending is much more difficult than attacking. And a player makes more mistakes when defending!"
  Vasilevsky shrugged his shoulders and replied:
  "Here, it would be better to turn to Mikhail Moiseevich Botvinnik for advice. Incidentally, there are rumors that Hitler consults world chess champion Alexander Alekhine on strategic matters."
  Stalin-Gron chuckled. In this world, Alekhine is still world champion; he beat Keres in a match. And then the American Fine. And he's still world champion. And he doesn't drink, like in real life. But the match with Botvinnik was real. However, one way or another, it was postponed. Stalin wasn't confident of Moiseevich's victory and apparently wanted to wait until Alekhine got older. For now, Botvinnik is a multiple-time USSR champion and clearly the strongest. Although Breunstein is growing up, and Smyslov is very strong, Boleslavsky is not bad. And there will be others too... And Alekhine is a fine fellow - still at his best at fifty-four. And he might even beat Lasker's record.
  Stalin-Gron responded harshly:
  - Enough of this nonsense! Can you create a tank better than the German one in the shortest possible time?
  Voznesensky answered honestly:
  "It's not realistic to do it in the shortest time possible. They're technologically ahead of us. It's possible to make an atomic bomb. A dirty one, for example, but that also takes time."
  Stalin-Gron declared in a harsh tone:
  "We need a self-propelled gun. One-man prone, fast. We need gas turbine engines. Understood?"
  Voznesensky replied:
  "We've been working on this for a long time. It's clear that if the Germans have it, then we should have it too. We, Comrade Stalin, are people with a clear understanding!"
  Stalin-Gron growled:
  - Speed up the work as much as possible. And expedite the launch of mass production! You understand that!
  The People's Commissar nodded his head:
  - I understand, oh great one! You are a genius!
  Voznesensky left Stalin's office. Vasilevsky also left. The leader decided to listen to Beria. He was working on the atomic bomb. It was not for nothing that Botvinnik said: in a bad position, all moves are bad! Indeed, what to do now and where to strike? The enemy dominates the air and watches all the routes. It is very difficult to strike suddenly. And then, of course, the atomic bomb is like a drowning man clutching at a straw.
  But even if an atomic bomb were to be developed, it would need to be produced in large quantities. And in real history, even under Stalin, bomb production was slow in peacetime. But would the USSR have only a few months to do so? How could they risk getting caught and exposed?
  And they still had to deliver the missiles to German cities. And even if they succeeded, it's still no guarantee the frenzied Führer would calm down. He might even go completely berserk. Although the atomic bomb impressed the Japanese. But it's worth keeping in mind that by this time, the Land of the Rising Sun was already on the brink of defeat, having lost ninety percent of its navy. And then there was the USSR entering the war.
  And by the end of the World War, sixty countries were already fighting against Japan, and it was ready for a compromise peace. But not capitulation. Now that was an interesting idea.
  An atomic bomb is like a straw to a drowning man.
  Beria was delayed, and Stalin-Gron met with Zhukov.
  This marshal suggested an idea:
  "We need to strike Turkey. More precisely, its troops. They're not as combat-ready as the Germans, or even the Japanese, and we can succeed. And for the strike, we need to use all of General Headquarters' reserves."
  The Supreme Commander-in-Chief shrugged and replied:
  "I've already thought about that. It might help morale. But the front is bursting at the seams. If the enemy in the center crosses the Dnieper, it will pose a threat to Moscow. We need to build a defense there!"
  Zhukov suggested:
  - Let's abandon the militias!
  Stalin-Gron muttered:
  "The militias are a bit of a loose cannon! Although there's something to it. We need to conscript people into the army at age fourteen. And create female units, especially snipers and pilots."
  Zhukov answered with a smile:
  - It already exists!
  The Supreme One growled:
  - But we need even more! We need female buildings. And children can be put to work at the machines from the age of ten. If necessary, we'll slip in a box. And school can wait!
  Zhukov nodded:
  "That's possible, Comrade Stalin. In Britain, not so long ago, people started working as young as five. So, even children can work at the machines. Besides, we have a lot of them. Abortions are illegal, and contraceptives are hard to come by, so a lot of children were born, but they still made such good workers..."
  Stalin-Gron nodded:
  - True, not really workers. Well, it will be really cool. We'll mobilize everyone. Which will be an extremely big success!
  The marshal asked:
  "Preparing a great blow against the enemy? All armies will be given to this!"
  The Supreme confirmed:
  - They will be given! Get ready! And we will hit the enemy!
  Zhukov left the office. Yakovlev was next. The talented designer remarked with a charming expression:
  - We're creating jet aircraft! And the Yak-23 will be a good fighter! Small in size and cheap!
  Stalin-Gron noted with a sarcastic look:
  - What will its armament be like? Will it be powerful enough?
  Yakovlev answered confidently:
  - We will arm it with rockets, and if they are heat-guided, this will compensate for the lack of weapons!
  Stalin-Gron nodded with a smile:
  "Heat-guided missiles are good. But radar-guided missiles with a friend-or-foe system are even better. That's something we need to develop quickly. What's the problem?"
  Yakovlev replied:
  "There are problems... Specifically, with the sensitivity of the element needed to hunt vehicles traveling at high speeds. And German planes are jet-powered and very fast. The most important thing is to buy ourselves at least a few months' time!"
  Stalin-Gron growled:
  "I'm not limiting you in resources, but I am limiting you in time. We really need to develop a thermal missile. Moreover, we also need a system like the Luftfaust-but one that targets heat. That is, a Strela-type anti-aircraft missile."
  Seeing that Yakovlev did not understand, the Supreme Commander clarified:
  "We'll call this handheld complex an arrow, and it really will blow up planes! And helicopters too!"
  Yakovlev nodded:
  - We will redouble our efforts, and I think we will do everything that Comrade Stalin orders - oh great genius!
  The time-traveler leader remarked:
  "And we need surface-to-air missiles! We must demonstrate our superior capabilities to the enemy. And these missiles must be guided to aircraft by radar!"
  Yakovlev exclaimed with admiration:
  - Your insight, the greatest genius, amazes me!
  Stalin-Gron growled:
  - Well, if you can't handle it... Then you know me! You'll be a real slaughterhouse and a prison camp duster!
  The designer and deputy commissioner yelled:
  - We are glad to try, oh greatest of the greatest!
  After which the leader and supreme commander let him go. And he listened to the news from the front lines. Fresh. And not yet encouraging. Apparently, the Nazis were already storming both Orsha and Mogilev, and their units, especially high-speed self-propelled guns, had crossed the Dnieper.
  The biggest problem isn't heavy tanks, much less super-heavy ones, but rather light, yet very fast vehicles. The Germans also use the tactic of attacking with motorcycles. And this know-how generally works well for the enemy. Although the Red Army had time to dig fortifications, this doesn't always work.
  Especially if there are a lot of motorcycles. Besides, it's easier to navigate minefields. There's less chance of hitting a mine on a narrow wheel. And we climbed at all speeds.
  Stalin-Gron said:
  - Well, what if we fight in the shadows?
  Beria arrived in his marshal's uniform. He's practically the second-highest ranking official in the country. Wow.
  Stalin-Gron asked:
  - Is there order in the troops?
  Beria replied with a grin:
  "The special units are working! Your decision to create blocking detachments is working! Although there are problems. Somehow, not all of the NKVD, even the NKVD, are opening fire on their own fleeing troops. They feel sorry for them!"
  The Supreme One replied:
  "Opening fire on your own troops should only be done in the most extreme cases. In this case, be careful and avoid unnecessary casualties. But at the same time, spread as many rumors as possible."
  Beria noted:
  Despite the harsh decrees, many still surrender. Perhaps we should indeed hold a few public executions of the families of those who surrendered. We could even hang them publicly!
  Stalin-Gron asked doubtfully:
  - Are you ready to hang children?
  The People's Commissar of Internal Affairs replied:
  - Why didn't they hang them before? Or didn't our ancestors hang them? Especially boys!
  Stalin-Gron replied:
  - According to the law, criminal liability begins at the age of ten. Don't hang those younger!
  Beria nodded his bull neck:
  "Let's solve this problem too! In particular, we try to interrogate children without harming them!"
  Stalin-Gron muttered:
  "Yes, you should be careful with children. If you're frying their heels, lubricate the surface of their feet with Vaseline and keep the burner away. It will be painful, but it's safe!"
  Beria also spoke about the atomic bomb:
  "If we have time, we can make a bomb. But we also need uranium, and you can't mine it that quickly, enrich it, and there's a lot of other stuff going on. If we can hold out, it'll only take a couple of years!"
  Stalin-Gron growled:
  "We don't have two years. This needs to be done as quickly as possible! We already have a defense plan, but we're short on manpower. High-speed German self-propelled guns are very dangerous in a breakthrough. They can reach speeds of hundreds of kilometers."
  Beria remarked with a sigh:
  - I am not an expert in the military sphere, but as a marshal I understand a few things.
  We can hold the line beyond the Dnieper. But we need a lot of forces. And now the front is cracking. We're being heavily bombed, and the factories need to be moved underground. And as deep as possible. To keep them out of reach.
  Stalin-Gron stated:
  "Well, those are details. I'm interested in something else." And then the Chairman of the State Defense Committee lowered his voice and continued. "Could your eagles, for example, organize an assassination attempt on Adolf Hitler?"
  Beria chuckled and replied:
  "That's possible, sir. Although the Fuhrer has powerful security and is afraid of an assassination attempt. But at the same time, Hitler loves entertainment. And he enjoys gladiatorial combat."
  Stalin-Gron reported with fury:
  "If the Führer is removed, a power struggle could break out. Goering is apparently ill-he's been taking too much morphine. And that would create chaos and benefit the USSR against the Third Reich!"
  Beria replied:
  "We'll do everything possible and impossible, oh great one! Although this isn't easy! There were attempts on your life too, but we prevented them."
  Stalin-Gron nodded:
  - I know that! In the meantime, several NKVD divisions must be redeployed to the most dangerous sections of the front!
  Beria left the office, and the leader again began giving orders to various departments.
  In particular, the idea of creating hand-held weapons to combat enemy aircraft like the Stinger or Strela was interesting. Especially since he knew some of the technological details. And this knowledge could be put to good use.
  Chief of the General Staff Vasilevsky was in his element. But Zhukov, not so much. There were mistakes under him, too. Most importantly, the army is poorly trained to fight defensively. It's always thinking about the offensive.
  In particular, Gron once read Suvorov-Rezun's "The Icebreaker." It's a generally logical work, though it contains many inaccuracies. Why, specifically, did Suvorov-Rezun assume that the IS-2 couldn't be penetrated frontally by the King Tiger tank? In fact, the Soviet tank had 100-millimeter-thick frontal turret armor, without any effective slope, and could be penetrated even by a T-4 tank from 740 meters, not to mention more powerful tanks. The King Tiger penetrated the IS-2 from three kilometers away. During trials in 1945, the Soviet tank itself was able to penetrate the German tank from six hundred meters frontally.
  And that was using later blunt-nosed projectiles, and it should not be forgotten that the quality of the armor on the King Tiger fell towards the end of the war.
  And the British Churchill isn't a bad tank at all. Its frontal armor is 152 mm thick, and its side armor is 95 mm. During the battles at Kursk, German Panthers and Tigers couldn't take the Churchill out front, and only Ferdinands with their 88 mm guns and 71 EL barrels could penetrate it.
  During the offensive, the Nazis also used American equipment. But it must be said that the E-series tanks were far superior to other models.
  There's also the British "Tortilla," with a more powerful gas-turbine engine. It's a dangerous self-propelled gun. It's powerfully armed and decently armored on all sides, especially the front. It's not easy to penetrate.
  We need recoilless rifles to combat these tanks. We need to use dynamo-rocket artillery. That would be a serious advantage.
  Stalin-Gron issued several more orders. Specifically, to use vehicles manned by kamikaze soldiers. Cheap and easy-to-produce one-and-a-half-ton trucks would be loaded with explosives and rammed into the enemy. This wouldn't work against high-speed self-propelled guns, but it might work against heavier vehicles. The Germans weren't just using light vehicles. They also had E-100 tanks, and even E-200 tanks, against which such a move could be used. And kamikaze planes, just like the Japanese did.
  Will there really be enough people in the USSR willing to give their lives for their country? New technologies are needed in any case. Grenades in particular. And assault rifles. But an assault rifle newer and more modern than the Kalashnikov or Abakan couldn't be mass-produced even in the twenty-first century, so what's the point of doing so now? Especially when the enemy is advancing. Wouldn't it be better to rely on the OK?
  Kalashnikov wasn't the most important designer, but the assault rifle was named after him because of his beautiful Russian surname. There were too many Jews among the designers. The weapon is generally reliable and relatively simple, but its aim at long range is poor.
  The Germans were stronger in this regard. And their Mauser rifle was far more accurate than the Russian Mosin. This had created problems both in World War I and even earlier in the Russo-Japanese War. However, compared to the Japanese rifle, the Mosin was still superior, especially in hand-to-hand combat.
  Gron couldn't understand, and it evoked a feeling of profound annoyance: how could we Russians lose to the Japanese? Such a shame!
  And this is where all the troubles of the Russian Empire began!
  Well, okay, the USSR will have the OKA, and that's already good. It would also be good to develop high-speed self-propelled guns. The Red Army doesn't have a gas turbine engine yet. And in real history, a gas turbine engine was only used on the T-80 tank, already during Gorbachev's time. Otherwise, diesel was preferred. And the T-90 is the same T-72, only with two tons more armor.
  Of course, armor changed. New generations appeared. But Gron didn't pay much attention to tanks. He knew about dynamic armor, but he had no idea about modern multilayer armor. Apparently, they also had ceramics. But how can you protect yourself from projectiles with ceramics?
  The Nazis have uranium-cored ammunition. Not only are they extremely dense and armor-piercing, but they also have an incendiary effect. So if they start shooting, they're in for a real treat.
  It's hard to fight against such a technologically powerful opponent.
  And also very numerous. In the real-life war, for example, the Panther was more powerful than the T-34, but inferior in numbers. But here, the enemy has an overwhelming advantage in numbers. But the situation is getting worse.
  Stalin-Gron issued additional orders. Forming divisions of teenagers as young as fourteen. And even auxiliary units starting at ten. Mobilization in Central Asia. And the introduction of the death penalty for false documents allowing evasion of mobilization. And this had to be done.
  We'll get everyone under arms. Incidentally, the Red Army has plenty of rifles. And not all units have yet switched to submachine guns, at least not all units.
  The T-34-85 tank is currently in mass production. But its caliber is weak against the German E-series tanks, and that's just the beginning. A more promising option would be to develop T-54 tanks. They're working on them, but they're not in production yet. Although a 100-millimeter caliber is weak. I'd like something bigger. However, if the shells are made with shaped-charge shells, then 100-millimeter calibers would be possible.
  Stalin-Gron also decided to suspend production of children's summer footwear. Let boys and girls go barefoot in warm weather. This hardens the soles of their feet and strengthens them. And the savings are significant. In the Middle Ages, even the children of dukes ran barefoot in the summer and were less likely to get sick-they were hardened. And let alone the peasants.
  Corporal punishment in schools should also be legalized. It already exists, but is formally prohibited. So why shouldn't boys and girls be beaten on their bare heels with sticks? Or spanked, and in public? That's good upbringing. And children need to work harder.
  Even kindergarteners can assemble Faustpatrone (panzerfaust rocket launchers). Such weapons are, let's say, quite good. And they can be used against both tanks and infantry. This thing is incredibly cool.
  Stalin-Gron gave another order... The families of all those captured are subject to arrest and forced labor, regardless of age. And the factories are to be immediately evacuated underground. And deep enough to be out of reach of missiles and bombs. The Germans have good ballistic missiles. They have great kinetic energy, and they can penetrate deep. Therefore, the factories must be camouflaged, their locations kept secret, and they must be dug deeper. But at the same time, ventilation must be ensured. So that the workers don't suffocate, and there are many children there, too. They will paddle about with their little bare feet, their soles darkened with dirt.
  Stalin-Gron also met with Khrushchev. He was responsible for agriculture. He was a complex figure. On the one hand, he liberated millions of people from the camps and rehabilitated peoples. But on the other, he undermined faith in both the Party and Stalin. Which was something he shouldn't have done.
  Nikita cheerfully assured the leader that food supplies were fine. In fact, prices had even dropped in recent years. The last five years of the Soviet economy had been good. And agriculture hadn't been bad either. True, this was achieved thanks to the collective farmers. There were plenty of tractors, land reclamation was progressing, and mineral fertilizers were being produced. Overall, there was plenty of meat and milk.
  Nikita even noted:
  - Oh, great one, we don't even need to introduce ration cards! There's enough food for everyone! We'll even feed Europe!
  Stalin-Gron said sternly:
  - I know better! Besides, the tractors will be confiscated for military purposes. And we need a lot of powerful engines. Understood? Work before they shoot you! Or worse, hang you!
  Khrushchev responded with pathos:
  "We're doing everything possible and impossible to lead the country to communism and great victories. That's truly your genius..."
  The Supreme Commander-in-Chief roared:
  - Compensates for your sluggishness! Prepare the gallows!
  And Stalin-Gron laughed, and Nikita Khrushchev blushed with fear. But the Leader ordered:
  "Mobilize the collective farm women and prepare them for war. We'll need a significant force. And we'll have to drive the horde back!"
  Khrushchev muttered:
  - To the west or to the south?
  Stalin-Gron kicked the People's Commissar and growled:
  - The gallows awaits you! I haven't forgotten anything!
  And Nikita, God forbid, got his legs. And why did he dare expose the leader? And the leader continued to issue new orders. In particular, more female pilots in the air force. Women on an airplane are awesome. And in a tank, too. Especially if she's small. And why not put children in tanks and self-propelled guns? That's also an excellent idea. Maybe even from the age of ten. What's good, no, it's just a great idea.
  CHAPTER No 10.
  The female warriors continued to fight. While retreating, they tried to lure the Nazis into traps. Elena, who fought in a T-34-85, particularly distinguished herself. She fired shells from its barrel with remarkable accuracy at the fast-moving German self-propelled guns. Imagine a vehicle with only one crew member, a short, prone one at that. And how difficult it is to hit. And the armor is heavily sloped, so ricochets happen.
  But Elena, in her obsolete vehicle, managed to score hits. In an offensive, Hitler's small but fast self-propelled guns are the biggest problem. And they're also quite durable, it must be said. Try shooting one down. You need a special angle.
  Elizaveta was also a gunner. And there were only four girls fighting on the tank. And they could work miracles on such an outdated machine.
  You need to hit the side, and penetrate it thoroughly. And that's not easy at all.
  At that speed, the Germans. And it shouldn't ricochet. And the shell should be a shaped-charge one.
  It's true that it's not easy for an enemy to hit you at high speed. And you also need to know how to camouflage your tank. The girls Elena, Elizaveta, Ekaterina, and Efrosinya were masters of this.
  They used a color scheme based on butterflies and grass, and they succeeded. They were very nimble, beauties. And they had a gimmick: fighting barefoot and in bikinis. It was a very good idea; it was much more agile.
  And the girls are beautiful and, shall we say, muscular. Their necks are strong, their abs are like chocolate bars. And they love to run in bikinis, even in the freezing snow. And that's how these warrior girls toughen up. And they're so nimble and gorgeous.
  Elizabeth noted with a sweet look:
  - In some ways we are angels!
  Catherine took it and sang along:
  Angels of goodness, two white wings,
  Two white wings!
  Love is not dead, love is not dead,
  Let the country be famous!
  Elena fired at the Nazis with her bare toes and squealed:
  - Communism will defeat fascism, because good always triumphs over evil!
  Euphrosyne noted:
  - In fairy tales, yes, and in movies, but not always in life! And fairy tales come in all shapes and sizes. Some have not so great endings!
  The girls fired again... The war wasn't going quite the way they wanted. Or rather, the entire USSR. But it was clear the whole world was against them. Hitler had thrown in colossal forces, and then there was Japan. How could they resist that? Such immense power was bearing down on them.
  And the E-series tanks are good too. They're fast, well-armored, and well-armed. The Panther-4 is quite fast... Forty-five tons, and it has a 1,500-horsepower gas turbine engine. There's also the Tiger-4, which is impenetrable from any angle. It also has sloped armor.
  The Soviet troops are having a hard time. They're being squeezed tightly, like mice in a cage. But they're trying to resist. True, there are many prisoners. And let's face it, many are surrendering. The Nazis have plenty of air power. And, unlike in real-life warfare, it's spreading across the entire USSR. And there's no escape from it.
  Among the bombs are incendiary napalm bombs. The Nazis even dropped leaflets showing Moscow and the Kremlin burning.
  It's true that Stalin himself and his entourage are deep underground. Many tunnels had been dug beneath Moscow since the time of Ivan the Terrible. And under Stalin, an entire city was built.
  So the top has somewhere to hide. It's so deep here that even nuclear weapons will withstand it.
  The girls don't hide, they camouflage themselves and fight. They act with great energy and intelligence.
  Elena fired again, knocked out the self-propelled gun and sang:
  Girls never give up,
  They are almost naked and barefoot...
  And the youthful years will not fade,
  And the beauties' heads are not gray!
  The girls are acting energetically here too... But these are tanks. Another crew of female warriors is fighting in a SU-100, and this self-propelled gun has more powerful armament and is therefore more effective. It looks like it can be counted on as a relatively good machine. The battles are intense. The girls are shooting. And they hit quite accurately. And again, they are also barefoot and in bikinis. Warrior Oksana responded with a sweet look, baring her pearly teeth and cooing:
  - Rus' laughed and cried and sang, that"s why it is called Rus' in all centuries!
  Tamara, another girl on drying, also almost naked, answered with a smile:
  - I am a Tatar, but at the same time I am a Soviet person!
  Oksana asked with a smile:
  - Are you a Muslim?
  Tamara shook her head:
  "No, I'm a Soviet person! I'm a Komsomol member, and faith is a tool for exploiting the working class-by all sorts of oppressors! Be it a bey or a lord. And what about priests, mullahs, Catholics, and gurus? They all serve the same purpose-to deceive and fool people!"
  Veronica confirmed:
  - As Lenin said: God is just an illusion, but it is a very harmful illusion, it fetters the mind!
  Oksana corrected:
  - It wasn't Lenin who said that, but Plekhanov! Although I agree with him!
  Anfisa noted with a smile:
  - Yes, that's true... But when you girls grow old, and death approaches, won't you be afraid to die? And then you'll believe in God!
  Tamara smiled and replied:
  "Yes, old women are more religious. But here's the question: why would God turn beautiful girls into old women? No Sultan wants old women, only young and beautiful girls. And why do they think that if Allah existed, He would allow women to be so disfigured?"
  Oksana took it and nodded:
  - Yes, that's right! Old women are so disgusting. I literally shudder at the thought that I could become like that myself. That's truly terrifying.
  Anfisa agreed:
  - When you look at them, you experience a gag reflex!
  And the girls fired the cannon again. They're trying to camouflage their self-propelled gun, and they do it skillfully. It should be noted that although the self-propelled gun has a more powerful gun, the lack of a rotating turret makes it harder to hit. Yes, that's a problem.
  Veronica sang with fury:
  Past the Nazi bitches,
  Past the beggars and sick old women!
  The girls will pass, the Fuhrer will be killed,
  Hitler will be kaput!
  And the girls just burst out laughing. And their laughter is so cheerful and mischievous. These are beautiful and delightful girls. And they fight with frenzy and fury. You can't do anything against them.
  The girls are showing their fangs, as always. And a German Panther-4 tank is on fire. It's fast, but its sides are weak. And you can take it out with a 100mm cannon from a long distance. Now that's really cool.
  The girls started singing again with great enthusiasm:
  The formidable girl sows death,
  All that's left for the Fritzes to do is just die!
  Samurai, too, know that they will get it in the forehead,
  Even the Japanese God can't do it!
  
  Komsomolskaya Pravda is a formidable path,
  All enemies will be killed by nail bullets...
  Hitler will burn in hell forever,
  The strongest in the world is the Russian bear!
  
  The Fritzes will never break Russia,
  The beast of prey and the thief will be destroyed...
  Barefoot girls run boldly into battle,
  This means that the Germans will suddenly be kaput!
  
  Samurai, you too will be beaten hard,
  I see you look very pale...
  You thought you could simply conquer Russia,
  And now the hunter has become the game!
  
  People don't like to talk nonsense,
  I believe that the Holy Lord himself will love us...
  The Almighty will give you a generous sip of the cup,
  I believe the thread of our life will not be broken!
  
  The warriors of Christ sow grace,
  And the enemies of the Fatherland simply die...
  With us is the eternal Lenin - a strong man,
  Let's be in communism, we are in the coming century!
  
  Every evil must be paid for,
  And it will be great to live in Red Russia...
  We will have a great feast in Berlin,
  And when the time comes, we will attack!
  
  I believe that the wise Stalin will become the king of all,
  And we will grind the fierce fascists into dust...
  The mad Fritzes have broken loose from their chains...
  And now the Nazis are clearly broke!
  
  Why are you wandering around, Hitler, and howling like a wolf,
  And now the killer has become like a louse...
  We believe there will be a sea, there will be a hurricane,
  And the Fuhrer got hit in the drum with a bomb!
  
  These are the kind of people who do great things,
  The Fatherland, a wise country, has blossomed...
  We won't build communism soon, I believe,
  Even though rabid fascism is advancing!
  
  A barefoot girl is top notch,
  He'll give the Nazis a hard kick in the horns!
  Don't be stupid, the Fritz girls have started up,
  The Red planes soared upwards!
  The warrior women sang as they fired their cannon. They were very accurate, aiming with their bare, chiseled feet.
  These girls are so feisty and tough. And the Germans' strategy sometimes falters, thanks to the heroic resistance of these beauties.
  And then there are the "Andryushas"-powerful rocket systems, though not very accurate. But they knock out the enemy completely. And here, too, there are girls with bare feet. And so beautiful and sexy.
  Here, Andryusha's rockets roar into the sky. What a devastating blow. And they leave fiery trails against the black background. And they strike the fascists. True, the nimble self-propelled guns manage to move. After all, they accelerate at hundreds of kilometers per hour.
  The girl screams at the top of her lungs:
  - For the USSR! We will set an example for everyone!
  These beauties turned out wonderful. And of course, they have minimal clothing. Now that's a thrilling fight.
  The girls, let's say, were absolutely gorgeous. And then one of them launched a balloon filled with explosives. It bounced a few times, knocked down a row of Nazi soldiers, and then froze. And then it exploded. And soldiers and their remains flew in all directions.
  That's how the girls started acting so aggressively and on a grand scale. These are the real deal, these Russian women. They really did something. And they really do it.
  And with their bare toes they hurl charges of colossal destructive force. These are some seriously tough girls. You could say they're absolute beauties.
  The girls are awesome. And the balls are flying again...
  And in the sky, Anastasia Vedmakova is showing off her skills. And they're doing it beautifully. And the young red-haired woman went and hit a German. And managed to hit a jet fighter with a 37mm caliber gun. And the girl steered the fighter with her bare feet. That girl is simply superb. And her red hair is like fire.
  She fought back in the Russo-Japanese War during the Tsarist era. That's what makes her a witch. An evil spirit, but one with great power. This girl is, let's say, a beauty. And she loves men. And why not? It's great fun. And the men are so sexy and strong. It's good and fun to be with them. And it's incredibly cool.
  Anastasia shot down another jet fighter, unfazed by its high speed, and sang:
  - Glory to my Motherland,
  Glory to communism...
  And without any acorns,
  Lava is flowing from the cannon!
  Margarita Magnitnaya is also a top-class pilot. She's magnificent.
  The warrior also shot down Hitler's car and set it on fire.
  And she did it very beautifully...
  And the fascists were already interrogating a Komsomol member, a very beautiful girl.
  First, they stripped her and searched her. A gloved woman patted her down, checking her light-brown hair, all the way to her bare, graceful heels. And, of course, all her orifices. The SS men watched, their eyes greedily devouring her. Alexandra, the girl, felt deeply ashamed, because the men were staring.
  The woman searched her thoroughly. The Komsomol girl's face turned scarlet with embarrassment. And how embarrassed she was.
  Then they began torturing the naked girl rather crudely. Specifically, they hoisted her onto the rack. They cuffed her hands behind her back and pulled her up. And they began to lift her. And how beautiful her naked body is. And very muscular. What an incredibly wonderful girl.
  The executioners lifted her higher. Then they released the chain. And the girl fell down, and she went taut as she reached the floor. And the Komsomol member screamed. She was in extreme pain. And her body began to sweat. What a remarkable girl.
  They shook her. And then they clamped the girl's bare feet into the stocks. And they began to burn her bare, pink, luscious heels. And it was very painful. Then the executioner slashed her bare back with the whip. The blow was strong, and the whip was made of steel wire. And the tanned skin burst. Yes, it was extremely painful.
  They placed firewood under the girl's bare feet and, without hesitation, lit it. The flames began to lick her bare, gracefully curved heels and soles. It was very painful. But the girl endured it. She clenched her teeth and breathed heavily.
  But she endures... She doesn't break. The torture continues. And they began to beat her with a red-hot chain. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. But the girl not only didn't break, but even suddenly began to sing:
  When we all joined the Komsomol,
  The girls swore a true oath...
  That the world will be like a radiant dream,
  And we will see communism in the distance!
  
  That life will pour out like golden rain,
  And there will be faith, know communism...
  We will surely defeat the enemies,
  Let us crush the hordes of vile fascism into dust!
  
  But it didn't turn out to be a piece of cake at all,
  The world turned out to be the tip of a dagger...
  The right of the fist reigns everywhere,
  For whom, imagine the earth is not enough!
  
  But our motto is not to give in to enemies,
  The Wehrmacht will not bring us to our knees...
  Exams are passed with A's,
  And our teacher is the brilliant Lenin!
  
  We can make Hitler a khan,
  Even though the Fuhrer of the underworld is even cooler...
  The fighter shouts "Hurray" with delight,
  And disperses the darkness and clouds with a volley!
  
  We, the Komsomol members, shouting hurray,
  We will raise the whole world on the rack with screams...
  The children laugh and rejoice,
  To the glory of our mother Russia!
  
  And communism has a very bright flag,
  Which is the color of blood, and a grenade...
  He is an aggressive fighter like a magician,
  And believe me, Hitler will come to his senses!
  
  There will be no limits for achievements,
  And the girls run to battle in beauty...
  The swarm of fascism has noticeably thinned out,
  And our little pioneer voice is ringing!
  
  Beauties run to the front barefoot,
  Why do girls need shoes? They don't need them...
  And we'll hit Hitler with our fists,
  Friendship will be for the glory of the Fatherland!
  
  Yes, for the sake of our holy Motherland,
  We will do things you never dreamed of...
  And we will sweep away the fascists like a scythe,
  Let us show mercy only to those who have surrendered!
  
  In Russia, every warrior from the nursery,
  The boy was born with a machine gun!
  You kill the damned Fuhrer -
  We must fight bravely for our Motherland!
  
  We will do everything very well,
  In battle, both an adult and a boy are strong...
  Although the fight is too hard,
  But believe me, the girl is not stupid!
  
  She is capable of conquering mountains,
  Throw a grenade with your bare foot...
  The she-wolf barks and the bear roars,
  The fascists will face severe retribution!
  
  We defeated the Tatar army,
  They fought the Ottomans very bravely...
  They did not give in to the pressure of the infidels,
  Where there was thunder, suddenly it became quiet!
  
  The warriors come from a family,
  In which the banner of communism rules...
  Oh, my dear friends,
  Break the tanks of large fascism!
  
  Everyone can achieve everything,
  After all, we are forever united with the Motherland...
  We row together like one oar,
  The fighters for communism are invincible!
  
  Science will resurrect all the dead at once,
  And we flutter in love with Jesus...
  You hit the fascist right in the eye,
  Fighting with unbending art!
  The girl sang brilliantly and demonstrated her heroism. Girls are fighting in other areas too.
  Natasha fights, including firing a mortar, along with Zoya. They are very beautiful girls. They smell like a mixture of cologne, sweat, and machine oil. Very energetic girls. And they put on a magnificent performance.
  And Victoria, with her bare toes, throws a lethal grenade. She hurls it with such force that it scatters the Nazis in all directions.
  After which the redhead sang with fury:
  - Glory to communism! Glory to the heroes!
  And the girl whose copper-red hair launched a boomerang that cut off the heads of the fascists!
  The girls got playful and showed off their outstanding skills. And Svetlana acted energetically and with great strength. And she fired an assault rifle. She hit with exceptional accuracy. Such an unyielding girl.
  Girls are a wonder and flowers. And in war they look especially touching and wonderful. It's so wonderful. These are beauties. They are extremely sexy.
  And the air around is hot from the explosions, and whirlwinds swirl, and fountains rise up. And the fire is so intense that the ground is literally ablaze. And what incredible debris is all around. And the beauties are making brutal attacks.
  The girls are very counter-attacking. They throw grenades with both their hands and bare feet.
  Here's one of the girls climbing onto a tank. And climbing through the roof. And starting to smash the optics with a sniper shovel. That's the kind of girl she is. And her bare heels are drumming on the armor. Now that's a wonderful move. Now that's a great strategy.
  Alisa and Angelica are retreating. The situation on the front lines is truly dire. There are many corpses of Russian soldiers. And many of the corpses are charred, torn apart, and their heads are nothing but skulls. This was truly intense fighting. There was so much bloodshed.
  Alisa's a very accurate shot. But the stormtroopers below have heavy armor. A sniper rifle or machine gun won't be able to penetrate them accurately. Only a cannon can take them out, and even then, it has to be a pretty big one. And the stormtroopers, especially the jet ones, are very fast.
  Alice whispers:
  - Help me, Holy Mother of God, and Mother of the Russian Gods, Lada!
  Angelica also notes while shooting:
  Know that the Russian gods are strong,
  But they don't help the weak...
  Let's be girls like eagles,
  Let's create a world power!
  And the warrior's eyes flashed. What a delightful girl she is. And their hair is already dirty and gray with dust. These are truly impressive fights. Well, why not rein them in?
  Alice fires again. She hits somewhere, and Hitler's stormtrooper bursts into flames. It falls, leaving a trail of smoke, and crashes down. This is truly annihilation-style showdown. It was a remarkable performance. And with such beauties, victory is inevitable.
  Angelica remarked with a sweet look:
  - May the Almighty God of Weaponsmiths Svarog help us!
  And the girl went and flashed her bare, pink heels. That's what a classy beauty she is.
  The girls, it should be noted, were scratched, and even Angelica was hit in the sole of her bare foot by a piece of shrapnel, and the beautiful sniper was in pain. No, these are warriors of the highest caliber.
  Alice took it and sang:
  My holy homeland, the USSR,
  I love you, Fatherland, with my heart...
  We will show an example to all people,
  Let's open the door to happiness!
  That's how they fight. And they don't bend under the Wehrmacht's hellish technology.
  The Japanese are also advancing from the east. They have many small but nimble tanks. They're like Genghis Khan's light cavalry, racing across the vast expanses of Siberia. The Land of the Rising Sun's newest tanks are equipped with licensed gas turbine engines, which are incredibly fast. They move at high speed and are difficult to hit. The Japanese armor is sloped at a sharp angle, and their silhouettes are low, so even if you hit them, the shells often ricochet. Plus, due to their high speed, Japanese vehicles can easily slip through minefields.
  Samurai have very small tankettes, manned by just one crew member. They even seat children in them, so they can zip along almost unnoticed.
  One of the girls from the Land of the Rising Sun threw a boomerang with her bare toes, and it flew past, ripping open the belly of a Soviet soldier. And she sang:
  - I shout banzai, I shout banzai,
  Let's conquer the region, let's conquer the region!
  Some Japanese tanks, though slightly larger, are armed with mortars or rocket launchers. These are also extremely dangerous. The Land of the Rising Sun has some unique weapons. For example, kamikaze motorcycle riders. These are extremely dangerous people who have no desire to die. But the Soviets also fight fearlessly, although, unfortunately, many are captured.
  CHAPTER No 11.
  Oleg and Margarita, together with the pioneers, organize a series of attacks on the Nazi rear.
  With their bare, pink, round heels flashing, brave children hurl grenades at the fascists. They're homemade grenades, small but powerfully destructive, made from coal dust and ordinary glass bottles. And the young Leninists also use pistols with poisonous needles that fire caps.
  These are truly fierce guys and girls. They dealt a powerful blow, setting fire to numerous vehicles, including those carrying fuel. They also detonated ammunition trucks. They exploded and overturned.
  The grass was burning, and the children's bare feet splashed across it. It was clear that the boys' and girls' feet were very rough from walking barefoot for so long, and the fire and the blazing embers didn't scorch them.
  The young warriors fought very aggressively, yet knew no weakness or cowardice. These children were incredibly skilled.
  Oleg and Margarita were particularly furious. They hurled peas of annihilation at the enemy, literally tearing apart the Nazi soldiers. Here was a boy and a girl in a battle trance. And so they battered the Nazis. And then Oleg, with his bare, childish foot, hurled a dozen peas at once. And the Nazis suffered greatly from such a hellish blow.
  And the way they fire their machine guns with both hands. And smoke billows out, and plumes of smoke rise into the air like snakes. These are truly superfighters. And of course, during the battle, why not join in the singing of the young Leninists? After all, song helps us build and live.
  And the Nazi tank flipped over from the explosion. And the rollers fell and spun on the grass. And they actually began to char and break the bushes.
  Margarita squealed:
  - Death to the fascist executioners!
  Oleg added with fury:
  - Death to the bald Fuhrer!
  And the children jumped and jumped and spun more and more actively, like a top.
  And with their bare heels they kicked the fascists in the chins, breaking their jaws.
  And with fury they sang with fury:
  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 dearest to me,
  Holy, wise country!
  Hold the reins tighter, our leader,
  The Motherland is born to blossom!
  So the children sang and showed off their supreme, aggressive aerobatics. And they fought well, of course. Leaving behind a mass of corpses, the young warriors collected a trove of trophies. And not just weapons. Oleg even found a chest of gold. Apparently, this was the military treasury. And the Nazis had plenty of gold. They controlled India and Africa, and the gold mines of South Africa and California, too. And the children sang:
  - We will defeat the dragon Satan - We will be faithful to the almighty Family!
  A certain amount of silver and precious jewelry was also seized. This was truly a beautiful piece.
  The pioneer boy Seryozhka noted:
  - It's good that there is gold. But how to use it!
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - It's possible to save many people with gold! And this is just the beginning.
  Margarita growled:
  - We will end fascism with rage!
  The children jumped up and down, and slapped their bare, small, nimble feet.
  Oleg exclaimed:
  - Glory to the revolution! Death to all dictators!
  Margarita asked with a smile:
  - But wasn't Stalin a dictator?
  In response, the children began to sing, slapping their bare, tanned feet:
  Stalin is military glory,
  Stalin of our youth, the flight...
  Fighting and winning with song,
  Our people follow Stalin!
  Oleg confirmed with a sweet smile:
  - Stalin is a great leader!
  Margarita's keen hearing caught the movement. And she exclaimed:
  - Let's lay in ambush!
  The boy-terminator confirmed:
  - There are never too many victories!
  And the young Leninists, flashing their small, bare, slightly dusty children's heels, lay down along the edges of the highway.
  Motorcycles with sidecars appeared, ridden by Fritzes. More precisely, there was a whole international force of foreign divisions-the colonial troops of the Third Reich.
  Oleg and Margarita opened fire first, and with remarkable accuracy. Other young pioneers joined them. The children fired, and the Nazi motorcycles exploded and overturned. A massive massacre ensued.
  The boy Oleg threw a pea with homemade explosives with his bare toes, and a German self-propelled gun with a 128-millimeter gun flipped over, crushing several motorcycles.
  Leaves, knocked down by machine gun fire, fell from the trees. Something was burning and crackling.
  Margarita threw a pea with her bare toes, and two trucks with colored infantry collided and burst into flames.
  The young warriors were delighted. This truly was a large-scale battle.
  The boy Seryozhka took it and sang:
  Motherland of the USSR - you are an example to the whole world,
  Stalin is a superman! Let Uncle Sam tremble!
  That's how the kids got going. And the machine guns kept firing. These young fighters are top notch.
  Oleg, with his bare, childish foot, threw a boomerang. It flew past and cut off several Hitler heads, and then the boy caught it again with his toes. And sang:
  The Russian warrior is not afraid of death,
  Death on the battlefield does not frighten us...
  He will fight for the holy Motherland,
  And even dying, he will win!
  This is how the brave boys and girls fought. The children's squad performed miracles.
  The Nazis, having suffered losses, retreated. And the young Leninists pursued them with fury and passion. You could tell they were true fighters.
  And jet attack aircraft began to hum above. Oleg commanded:
  - Scatter, Leninists!
  And the children, their bare heels flashing, began to run. And the attack aircraft launched rockets. And the boys and girls had to save themselves.
  The young team dispersed. But at Oleg's whistle, the pioneers reassembled. No one was older than thirteen, and some were children as young as ten. And they were back together. The squad was small, but combative.
  Margarita managed to grab some more trophies, a briefcase full of German marks.
  Oleg noted:
  - That's good, but be careful not to get them marked!
  The children's team evaded pursuit, having covered more than twenty-five kilometers with their load. The pioneers were tired, and it was already getting light. The day was already quite hot, and it was time for a nap.
  Both Oleg and Margarita fell asleep.
  Here a boy and a girl are walking along a red brick path. It's been heated by three suns, burning the children's calloused soles. Although their feet, from constant barefoot walking, are covered in calluses, hard as hooves. But even against the red background, the heat is still noticeable, albeit less so.
  The children walked along it... All around grew rather ornate trees with large flower buds on their branches. And each petal of the bud was delightful and a different color.
  Oleg jumped up, plucked a pineapple-like fruit from one of the buds and asked:
  - Maybe we should try?
  Margarita noticed with alarm:
  - But we don"t have an analyzer!
  The boy warrior replied:
  - Maybe we should take the risk? We are immortal, after all!
  The warrior girl nodded:
  - Okay, let's try! Where haven't we disappeared!
  The children pulled daggers from their belts and began to cut into the juicy fruit. It truly tasted like pineapple, but even more delicious.
  Having finished with the fruit, the boy and girl got a little dirty with the juice, which is quite sticky, and began looking for a stream to wash off the sweet liquid.
  Oleg remarked with a sigh:
  - When you take the lives of real, living people, it"s very unpleasant.
  Margarita agreed:
  - That's true! It's one thing if it's bits of information in a computer game, but reality is another. After all, every person is essentially an entire world. And to treat people like that...
  The boy-terminator noted:
  "This bald idiot doesn't understand what it's like for a mother to lose her son, or what a fratricidal war is. Such an extreme tragedy!"
  The terminator girl nodded:
  - That's true! He treats human life so frivolously!
  And the children shouted at the top of their voices:
  - Damn the bald Fuhrer!
  And they walked a little further down the path. They weren't at all happy. They might look like children, but they had the minds and memories of adults who had lived a long time, both in their past lives and in this one, fulfilling various missions.
  Oleg felt uneasy. Indeed, two children, even immortal ones, could only prolong the USSR's agony. Confronting the entire world would be difficult. It would require either a miracle weapon or an outright miracle.
  At one point in real history, the Third Reich attempted to develop a weapon capable of turning the tide of the war. But the V-class missiles only hastened the collapse of the Third Reich. A single ballistic missile cost as much as four brand-new Panther missiles, yet carried eight hundred kilograms of explosives for a range of three hundred kilometers or more, with a minimum range of perhaps even twenty kilometers. Some missiles even exploded on launch.
  And they launched five and a half thousand ballistic missiles. This means the Third Reich was missing twenty-two thousand Panther tanks. In total, the Third Reich produced only six thousand of these tanks.
  Plus another twenty thousand cruise missiles. They were cheaper than ballistic missiles, but easier to shoot down. But each missile cost as much as a Panther tank. That's another twenty thousand Panthers. And forty-two thousand of those vehicles is a significant force, capable of prolonging the war.
  And with jet aircraft, things aren't so clear-cut either. The HE-162 proved difficult to fly, and it suffered more accidents than actual damage to the enemy. Despite this, the aircraft was easy to produce, lightweight, and inexpensive. Had it been developed earlier and more easily controlled, the war could have been far worse for the Allies and the USSR. So, the HE-162 failed to achieve its intended purpose. Neither did other jet aircraft. The ME-262 required approximately five times the production capacity of the ME-109M, but it wasn't very effective, crashed frequently, and consumed a lot of fuel, which was already in short supply.
  In practical terms, the TA-152 would have been a better fighter-attack aircraft. It could be used for bombing, ground attack, and as a true workhorse fighter. So, should we have opted for jet aircraft?
  The ME-163 also turned out to be a high-speed jet fighter, but not effective, with only six minutes of flight time - which was, of course, no good.
  In any case, the search for new weapons only hastened the defeat of the Third Reich. In practical terms, some of them could have been effective-for example, the E-10 and E-25 self-propelled guns. But they were never put into production.
  And what they launched, for example, the Jagdtirg, wasn't very practical. Of the production vehicles, perhaps only the Jagdpanther, a self-propelled gun and tank destroyer, was more or less formidable and effective, but fortunately not numerous.
  Well, the Faustpatrone is good for street fighting against tanks, but its range is a bit weak. At least it's something. So is the MP-44 assault rifle. But it, too, arrived too late. Furthermore, due to a lack of alloying elements, its barrels often exploded.
  The boy genius's musings were interrupted by the appearance of a multicolored, iridescent python. It stretched out before the children and hissed:
  - Where is your barefoot team heading?
  Margarita answered with a smile:
  Although luck is rare,
  And the path is not embroidered with roses...
  And everything that happens in the world,
  It doesn't depend on us at all, not at all!
  Oleg added with delight into the chant:
  Everything that exists in the world depends on it,
  From the heights of heaven...
  But our honor, but our honor,
  It depends on us alone!
  The python's skin was a rainbow of spots. It looked very much like the reptile from the Mowgli movie and hissed:
  Cursed and ancient,
  The enemy swears again...
  Rub me, rub me into shock,
  But the angel does not sleep,
  And everything will be alright,
  And everything will end well!
  And everything will end well!
  And he flicked his long tail.
  Oleg asked:
  - What are the problems?
  The python hissed:
  - MMM has no problems - everyone knows us!
  Margarita noted:
  - It seems we have some real problems!
  Indeed, a spotted panther leaped out from behind the bushes. It pounced on the children, baring its large teeth. The boy and girl drew their daggers and nimbly dodged, slashing the predator's flanks. Bloody streaks appeared.
  Margarita chirped:
  - This is a hetrick!
  The panther roared:
  Children as stupid as a cork,
  They are drawn into the net!
  The boy-terminator jumped and kicked the panther in the nose with his bare heel. And suddenly, she transformed. Instead of the predator, a pretty red-haired girl lay there. She was barefoot and wearing only a bikini. The warrior shook herself and exclaimed:
  - Wow! You turned the magic back!
  And she winced - her jaw hurt, and on the girl"s sides there were rather deep scratches shining.
  Margarita chirped:
  - Why are you doing this? We could have killed you!
  Python noted:
  - When they turn into predators, they give free rein to their instincts!
  The girl objected:
  - No! I just wanted to check if you were the chosen ones?
  Oleg grinned and noted:
  "A very risky way to test it." And he extended his hand to her. The girl shook first the boy's hand, then the girl's. And she remarked with a confused look:
  "A fighting pair must come and liberate our people from the dictatorship of Skelenton, the sorcerer of the elements. But I didn't think it would be children!"
  Margarita chirped:
  - Heroism has no age,
  In the young heart there is love for the country...
  It can conquer the boundaries of space,
  To make people on Earth happy!
  The python spun around and muttered:
  - Why only people? And don't other creatures count?
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  "Humans are the only intelligent species on our planet. Although some say they've seen trolls, elves, gnomes, or even angels!"
  The red-haired girl nodded:
  - I heard about Earth that magic there was replaced by technology and electronics.
  Margarita jokingly sang:
  And I notice more and more often,
  That someone replaced me...
  I don"t even dream about worlds,
  TV has replaced nature for me!
  Python remarked with a grin:
  In the twenty-first century, where these two lived in their previous lives, people are truly immersed in smartphones and the internet. They even communicate with each other electronically!
  Oleg nodded and added:
  - And there's also a disease called gaming addiction, which occurs when people become overly addicted to computer games! And it's contagious, it must be said!
  Margarita laughed and replied:
  - Yes, it really is contagious! But you must admit, playing it is so natural?
  Oleg took it and sang:
  The sun is shining above us,
  Not life, but grace...
  To those who are responsible for us,
  It's high time to understand!
  To those who are responsible for us,
  It's high time to understand!
  We are little children,
  We want to go for a walk!
  The colorful python spun around and noted:
  - Exactly! Even as an adult, he considered himself a little boy!
  Margarita nodded with a smile:
  "And when I was an adult in my past life, I really wanted to return to childhood and become a girl! And praise be to the higher powers, our wishes came true!"
  Oleg nodded and added:
  - So let's drink to the fact that our possibilities always coincide with our desires!
  The colorful python chuckled and noted:
  - But it"s harmful for children to drink!
  Margarita giggled and replied:
  - Immortals can! Alcohol is like juice to us! But I wouldn't recommend it to mortals!
  The girl stamped her bare foot and asked:
  - If you are the chosen ones, you must be smart. Guess the riddle!
  Oleg squeaked:
  - Which one, I wonder?
  The red-haired beauty chirped:
  - What comes without coming, and leaves without going!
  Margarita answered quickly:
  - Time!
  The girl squeaked:
  - And why is that?
  Oleg answered for the girl:
  - They say the time has come, but it hasn't come yet, it already has. And they say the time has gone, but it still remains!
  The panther girl nodded in agreement:
  - Generally speaking, that's true! Although the classic answer is memory. But then the question is: what belongs to you, but others use it more often than you?
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - Last name! My last name belonged to me in my past life, but it was known to billions of people around the world!
  The red-haired beauty agreed:
  - Generally speaking, that's the correct answer! Although usually they say the first name, not the last name! Now listen to the third riddle...
  The colorful python interrupted the girl:
  - Let me make a wish instead! I'll make them something so good they'll never guess it!
  The werewolf girl nodded:
  - Let him! This python is already two thousand years old, and in that time he's seen so much and so many different things.
  Margarita stamped her bare, childish foot and jokingly sang:
  Covered with brown mud,
  The surface of an ancient pond...
  Oh, she was like Pinocchio,
  I was young once!
  And the girl burst into laughter. It's good to be an immortal child after all.
  Meanwhile, the colorful python hissed:
  - Listen to my riddle - what does the all-knowing Almighty God not know?
  The panther girl noted:
  "The question should be one you know the answer to yourself. Not just something random. Can you answer it?"
  The python spun around in its coils and replied:
  - Of course I can! And you doubt it!
  Then the beautiful werewolf noticed:
  - Why do they always answer for free? Let's say if they answer, you give them something in return!
  The python spun around, and a ring with a green stone glittered on the tip of its tail. The fabulous beast replied:
  "Whoever puts on the ring will become invisible, inaudible, and even their scent will be undetectable. But it has no effect on boa constrictors with such bright colors as mine. So it's useless for us, but for humans, it's simply superb. Whoever guesses the riddle will be yours. And if not, then you each catch me a sack of fat, tasty frogs!"
  Margarita nodded:
  - Okay, we agree! Shake on it!
  Python nodded:
  - I give you my word, just like you!
  The children squealed, stamping their bare feet:
  - Likewise!
  The fabulous beast repeated:
  - My riddle is: what does the Omniscient and Almighty God not know?
  Oleg smiled wider and replied:
  - The omniscient and omnipotent God does not know a question to which He cannot give an answer!
  After these words, Python began to shake and blush. Then he exhaled furiously:
  - Wow! You managed to solve a problem that no one had solved before!
  Margarita nodded:
  - That's right! And now give us the ring!
  The werewolf girl squeaked:
  - They really are the chosen ones! They were able to decide something like this!
  The python tossed a ring from its tail high into the sky. It hung in the air a hundred meters above the ground and hissed:
  - Take him! If you are the chosen ones, you can do it!
  Oleg took the dagger and threw it with his bare toes. It flew in a high arc and pierced the center of the ring, where it fell with it.
  The boy-terminator deftly caught him in mid-flight and sang:
  - Storm, Viking, sword, cut through all enemies!
  Python muttered in surprise:
  - Truly, he is the chosen one! It looks like the Skeleton dictatorship is over!
  The werewolf girl replied:
  "Don't rejoice too soon! You child heroes must follow the yellow brick road. And then you will reach the capital of the Skelton Empire. And dangers await you along the way!"
  The boy and girl raised their fists and exclaimed:
  We will go into battle boldly,
  For Holy Rus'...
  And we will shed tears for her,
  Young blood!
  CHAPTER No 12.
  The repaired E-50 went into battle. The Russians had built up a considerable amount of fortifications, and the Germans had to overcome a defense in depth. The female soldiers methodically destroyed the battery.
  Gerda fired, destroying the Soviet cannon, and then said with a smile in her voice:
  - We will beat people and beat the slobs!
  Charlotte, her copper-red curls sparkling, sang:
  - We are one, oh, robbers! Robbers!
  And pressing the joystick button with her bare finger, she sent a projectile, destroying a Soviet bunker.
  And then Christina roared deafeningly:
  - Bang-bang! And you are dead! Dead! Dead!
  And he also presses with the bare toe of his graceful foot, knocking out his opponent.
  And then Magda showed up. What a girl. She also presses the joystick with her bare toes, and it goes off like a whack.
  - Ah, whoever sees us will immediately gasp!
  Charming Gerda, shaking her full breasts, hit the T-34 and squealed:
  - And for someone things will start to smell bad!
  Charlotte pressed the joystick buttons with her bare fingers and chirped like a sparrow:
  - And we keep some things in our bosom!
  Christina tore apart a Soviet gun with a shell and whispered, smacking her scarlet lips:
  - Don't come near us...
  Magda also pressed the button with her bare finger. She blew up the T-34 and yelped:
  - Don't come near us!
  And Gerda, that aggressive beast with the blond hair, will also fire a shell, and the T-34 will burst like a boxer's nose under a puncher's fist. And the warrior will whine:
  - Or else we'll kill you!
  And again the girls will burst into tears and start shooting, without any regret or pause.
  Charlotte hissed enthusiastically:
  - I'm a great robber...
  And it also hit a Soviet howitzer. Only spare parts flew in all directions.
  Christina barked. She pressed the joystick button with her bare finger and chirped:
  - And the demon's daughter is deceased!
  Magda will also nail the striking object with her bare feet, destroy the Soviet tank and say:
  - And not a shy one!
  Gerda bared her teeth, her teeth flashing. She imagined a handsome young man. So muscular, athletic, with defined muscles and a large, masculine perfection. And how she would bend over and wrap her scarlet lips around his pulsating, jade-like shaft. How delicious it would be, like chocolate ice cream. And you'd lick that chocolate ice cream with your tongue. And it would be so pleasant, so arousing.
  Oh, how wonderful it would be if another young man were to settle into her from behind. And a pulsating, jade rod would enter the moist cavern of Venus. And how wonderful that would be.
  Gerda even shook with exhaustion. How touching and delightful it seemed to her.
  The girl fired at the Soviet gun. And chirped admiringly, stamping her bare foot:
  - Guys, guys, it's within your power...
  Charlotte also fired and, having destroyed the Russian tank, she yelped, shaking her full bust:
  - Protect the earth from fire!
  Christina shook her copper-yellow hair, flashed a fiery smile, and squealed:
  - We are for peace, for friendship, for the smiles of the world...
  Magda pressed the joystick with her bare finger. She blew apart a Soviet tank and growled:
  - For the warmth of our meetings!
  The warriors looked extremely cheerful. And they bared their teeth. They winked and squealed.
  Charlotte also imagines a guy. Young, but with a beard. How he caresses her breasts. How his beard tickles her breasts, his curly hair brushing against the ripe strawberry of her nipples. And he tickles her, and kisses her breasts. Tracing the sweet, honeyed nipple with his tongue. Such an idyll. And if the guy also sticks his tongue into Venus's grotto. What a delight it will be!
  Charlotte shoots and squeals:
  - And the sword will be sharp!
  Of course, even though the girls are beautiful, they do evil deeds-killing Soviet soldiers. But they were taught that from early childhood. They are merciless she-wolves.
  And they think they're right. That's just their upbringing and mentality. The girls started fighting back in '41, some of their "she-wolves" battalion even earlier. And you can't help but remember your first steps. When you were only sixteen. And everything around you seemed wondrous, beautiful, romantic.
  However, they are still quite young!
  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 dearest 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.
  Meanwhile, SS Colonel Dess was secretly sending a new coded note to the British. It seemed like there was no point in Dess betraying the Third Reich and risking being caught by the Gestapo. He had the money, a decent salary, plus the spoils of war, what more could he want? But some people have a natural affinity for betrayal. They simply get high from betrayal, as if they were high on weed. And now Dess was scribbling to the British about the transfer of new troops and the arrival of additional aircraft. He also knew the exact timing of the German troops' arrival. Of course, he sometimes felt ashamed that his comrades were dying because of him, and he was terrified of possible exposure... But perhaps it was too late for him to retreat, unless the Third Reich lost, then... Lately, there had been persistent rumors about an operation being prepared in the east. And not only rumors: troops, especially tanks, were being transferred to Poland and Romania. Although the Russian army's prestige wasn't particularly high, it was the Tsarist Russian army's attack that thwarted the Blitzkrieg in 1914. Furthermore, Soviet volunteers fought well in Spain, as did the tank force in Manchuria. The likelihood that the Wehrmacht would get bogged down there and not make it before winter was quite high. And Britain and the United States would have time to deploy their forces. However, the USSR might not hold out until winter, especially if the attack was sudden and the Russians didn't have time to take measures to repel the aggression. And Japan would also help...
  Having given up his secrets, Dess lit a cigarette, taking a pack of American cigarettes from his pack. Although a tidy sum had been deposited into his secret Swiss bank account, he was already quite well off. In particular, one of the sheikhs had hidden a stash of gold and jewels. An Arab informant had given them the identity of one of the sheikh's servants, who might have known that his boss had hidden the treasure. It wouldn't hurt to question the prisoner in more detail, assuming he knew, of course.
  And Dess headed to the torture chamber, soon joined by the Arab informant. Dess winked slyly at him:
  - Well, we have a lead.
  The SS casemate was lavishly equipped. There was even a dynamo for electric torture. And now they brought in a prisoner. Dess saw him and let out a whistle of disappointment: an ordinary Arab boy, hardly more than fourteen. Dark-skinned, thin, but trying to look straight ahead and not betray his fear. However, curious boys, as a rule, can learn a lot by eavesdropping on adults' secrets. Short on time, Dess commanded:
  - Put the Arab boy on the rack!
  The boy's now-rather tattered servant's suit was quickly torn off. And just like that, naked, he was hoisted onto the rack. The bracelets locked around his wrists, and they began to pull his arms out from behind. The little Arab began to bend over, his bare feet pinned in the weighted stocks. The boy groaned, his shoulders twisted, and he began to breathe heavily. Dess asked roughly:
  - What is your name, puppy?
  The translator repeated in Arabic.
  - Ali! - the boy squeezed out in a trembling voice.
  Dess said more kindly:
  "Tell me where your master hid the treasure. If you tell him, you'll receive a high reward; we'll make you a sheikh ourselves. If not, we'll torture you until you die."
  The boy began to babble:
  - I don't know anything!
  Dess smiled wryly.
  - I don't believe it! That a boy with such a sly face didn't know anything. Well, why don't you give us the pleasure yourself?
  A hulking SS man took a leather whip, inlaid with stars, from the wall. A doctor, dressed in a white coat and apron, approached the boy and placed his palm on his right chest. He felt his pulse and, smiling, declared:
  "He has an unusually healthy heart. He can endure a lot, but he's very patient. He can be a tough nut to crack."
  Dess chuckled mockingly:
  - All the better... Although I'll have to work.
  The SS executioner, also a traitor, dealt a powerful blow to the sinewy back of the teenage Arab. A streak of blood appeared, the boy began to breathe heavily, his face contorted, but he suppressed a groan. Dess struck again, grinning wickedly and leering. Actually, many people enjoy torture... Perhaps it's also connected to an animal instinct-the desire to demonstrate superiority, to be a superman and the victim a piece of shit. Friedrich Nietzsche even believed that the superman of the future "happy" world would be distinguished by far greater cruelty, both to others and to himself. Dess wasn't particularly prone to cruelty toward himself, but toward others...
  Blow after blow followed, the boy's skinny but sinewy back was reduced to a bloody mess, then the whip began to sweep across his legs. To Ali's credit, although he began to moan softly toward the end, he managed to hold back his loud cries. Dess stopped the spanking and asked mockingly:
  - Do you like the German bath?
  The beaten boy groaned:
  - No!
  The SS Colonel asked in the sweetest tone:
  "If you want to reveal the secret, do it now. Otherwise, we'll cripple you, and you'll no longer be able to serve in the SS."
  Ali found the courage to answer:
  - I won't tell you anything! I swore in the name of Allah!
  Dess grinned fox-like:
  - Let's continue! You'll give us pleasure. What should we use now?
  The sadistic doctor suggested:
  - A brazier! This torture is also good because it can be used in combination with others.
  Dess chuckled nastily:
  - Of course, a brazier! Now we could gently fry some heels.
  The SS colonel didn't hesitate to apply palm oil, which had already gone rancid, to the boy's rough soles, which had been cleaned of dust by the torturer's assistants before the torture. The doctor nodded approvingly:
  - This way the feet won"t burn right away, and we can prolong the tortured person"s "heavenly pleasure" for a long time!
  Then two Arab assistants brought out a brazier equipped with an automatic control, placing it about half a meter from the bare feet of the dark, handsome boy. Dess then personally began to light the fire.
  Tongues of flame darted ravenously across the coal briquettes. The boy wheezed and began jerking his head convulsively...
  CHAPTER No 13.
  Oleg and Margarita woke up. The children's detachment, having rested, rushed forward again, attacking the Nazi rear, disrupting communications. Such were the militant and active pioneers here.
  Specifically, they attacked a tank unit moving across the field. The Panther-4 is a magnificent vehicle in its own right - well-protected on the sides.
  True, it weighed seventy-five tons, but the powerful gas turbine engine with one and a half thousand horsepower compensated for this.
  Oleg and Margarita made special peas laced with antimatter. They distributed them to the other children. And the young Leninists lay in ambush, perched in the trees as this menacing column drove along the highway.
  The German tanks were terrifying to look at. Their armor plates were steeply sloped, and their guns were 105mm and 100 EL long, making them terrifying to look at. Just imagine how impressive that pillar was.
  The girl Svetlana squeaked:
  - I'm afraid!
  The boy Pashka answered:
  - Don't show fear to your enemies!
  Oleg said confidently:
  - One shot will explode so loudly that even a tank as powerful as the Panther-4 will have its turret blown off!
  The boy Timur was surprised:
  - Really! From such a small pea?
  Margarita squeaked:
  - Small but mighty!
  Indeed, the children were ready to shoot. The Panther-4, weighing seventy-five tons, was considered a medium tank in the German Panzerwald. And it's a very practical machine. You could even say it's cool.
  And then Oleg gives the command. And the explosive pellets fly and slam into the turrets of the powerful tanks. And indeed, powerful, focused explosions ring out, and the turrets are blown off. A kind of combat destruction ensues.
  You could see the fiery whirlwinds erupting, and the cars igniting as if doused with gasoline. And the fireworks shooting skyward. It was truly beautiful. And the children's fighting spirit was strengthened.
  Oleg and Margarita each launched a dozen peas at once. And literally the entire column of German vehicles was destroyed and annihilated.
  After which the young team began to retreat. The enemy quickly called in jet attack aircraft. Now that's bravado.
  The children's bare, tanned feet flashed like bunnies' paws. This was a real race for survival.
  Hitler's guns started firing and rockets were fired.
  But the children had already managed to retreat, even though the exploding shells and rockets broke trees like matchsticks.
  A column of fifty brand-new Panther-4s was completely incinerated. Even the metal was burning and melting. The crews didn't have time to escape.
  That's how the Terminator children worked. Quickly and effectively.
  Oleg sang:
  The greatness of the Russians was recognized by the planet,
  Fascism was crushed with a blow of the sword...
  We are loved and appreciated by all nations of the world,
  The whole country is marching towards communism!
  Along the way, the children encountered a Nazi motorcycle patrol. The young Leninists quickly dispatched them. Oleg even jumped and kicked a Nazi in the chin with his bare heel, shouting:
  - Glory to the USSR! Glory to the heroes!
  Margarita confirmed:
  - Glory to the pioneer heroes! Communism will be with us!
  from the dead Germans , including coins and stamps. One officer was also found with a small bag containing extracted gold teeth, stolen brooches, and several silver forks and spoons.
  Boy Petka noted:
  - I'm looting the bastards!
  Oleg noted:
  - All invaders are like this - they would like to grab something for their great joy!
  Margarita giggled and noted:
  - We'll come to Germany and do such a thing there that the devils will be sick!
  The girl Svetka squeaked:
  - And to the angels too, since they allowed such absurd, bloody chaos and let Hitler conquer almost the entire world!
  The boy Andreyka with a red tie sang:
  Here in the USSR the flight is steep,
  The greatest in the world...
  Fuhrer, you are completely stupid,
  Our faith on the planet!
  The pioneer girl Verka stamped her bare, small, tanned feet and sang:
  My homeland, I love you,
  Ready to repel the onslaught of evil enemies...
  I can"t live a day without love in my hearts,
  I am ready to give my life for you!
  The children's group moved again, stamping their bare feet at a fast pace.
  Oleg's face beamed. He believed in victory. Communism truly must defeat fascism!
  The young team walked through the forest. Leaves dripped, an owl hooted somewhere-such a wonderful nightscape. Oleg felt the grass, as pleasant as it is when the sole of your foot is bare-you can feel every bump, every twig, every bud, and these sensations are pleasant for children's feet.
  How wonderful it is to be a boy-especially an eternal one. You have youth, vigor, and energy, but also colossal experience. And with you, too, is a former adult-Margarita. Such a wonderful girl.
  They walk and Oleg noted:
  - I still want to play on the computer!
  Margarita nodded with a smile:
  - Yes, that would really be interesting!
  The boy genius asked:
  - What computer game were you interested in?
  The warrior girl replied:
  - I love quests! Just running and shooting is no fun!
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - I like military-economic strategy games. Especially historical ones - they're fantastic!
  Margarita giggled and sang:
  The strategy is going on the offensive,
  But I believe the Russian people will not waver...
  Let's send Adolf to the madhouse for treatment,
  Lada and the White God, Rod, are behind us!
  The children quickened their pace. The Nazis were penetrating deeper and deeper into the USSR. The Nazis were already in Minsk. And they were acting quite brutally there. And then they hanged the boy in the red tie. They burned him with fire and beat him with barbed wire. It was torture. Then they dragged him to the gallows. And they lifted him by the neck. The poor boy and his body resembled bacon.
  Oleg felt it. He knew the fascists would torture him too. Right now they're crushing the Nazis. The children are warriors, and they've become quite tough. And the warriors are young.
  There was a machine gun tower along the way. Oleg fired at the Nazis with a slingshot, literally knocking out two machine guns with deadly force. The checkpoint was neutralized.
  And the children's squad picked up more trophies and continued their barefoot run. The young Leninists raced and sang:
  The gunner laughs fieryly,
  And Maxim strikes like lightning...
  Ta-ta-ta, says the machine gunner,
  Ta-ta-ta, says the machine gun!
  Along the way, the Pioneer children attacked another column and started throwing grenades at them with their bare toes. And Oleg threw a boomerang and immediately cut off a dozen Nazi heads. Now that was really cool.
  The child warriors burst forth like angels from the darkness. And they began to crush the fascists. Cars, motorcycles, and even armored vehicles were overturned. And then an E-75 tank burst into flames after a well-aimed throw from Margarita's bare foot!
  How wonderful it turned out. The young team fought. The boys and girls were outstanding. Oleg organized his children's squad so skillfully that the Nazis' boots were literally burned. Such was the deadly cannonade.
  The bare feet of boys and girls threw grenades very accurately and quickly, knocking out the enemies.
  Oleg himself threw a pea, and it landed in the barrel of a large German tank and rolled inside. And then it exploded. The ammunition detonated, literally opening the turret.
  This is how Hitler's truck falls and crushes. The soldiers here are of different nationalities. Many are black, fighting with great ferocity. And the child warriors literally mow them down. The young team is working hard.
  The boys and girls move in short dashes, their bare heels sparkling.
  And they attack the fascist international. And they do it extremely cleverly.
  Oleg exclaimed with fury, throwing up the gift of annihilation with his bare heel and tearing apart the Nazis:
  In the name of the Holy Motherland,
  The soldiers are fighting...
  The boy goes into battle barefoot,
  Shoots with a machine gun!
  Margarita threw a bag of homemade explosives with her bare toes, overturning two trucks, and chirped:
  Although the homeland is not small, the giant,
  There are countless galaxies...
  Our family spread a veil over Russia,
  We are lucky to live in a magical land!
  And the children took on the Nazis in earnest. And an entire battalion of fascists, complete with equipment, was wiped out by a children's unit.
  After the victory, the last fascist was killed with a slingshot to the back of the head. He fell, flipping his motorcycle over.
  Boys and girls, shuffling their bare, sunburned feet with calloused soles, began collecting trophies. And indeed, many of the fascists were found to be in possession of stolen goods. Among them were collections of gold teeth, bridges, and other finery, various brooches, beads, and coins. Some even had Tsarist gold coins.
  Dollars were also found, which were in circulation in the Third Reich alongside marks.
  The children acted energetically and professionally. They loaded the loot onto captured motorcycles. Then they moved on. It was quite a fighting team.
  Oleg and Margarita, being immortal, ran quickly. And their bare feet flashed. The boy and girl began to sing:
  We have found ourselves in hard times,
  Where the East is treacherous and cunning...
  We walk barefoot on the pebbles,
  There is no carpet underfoot at all!
  
  We want to find such a force,
  To conquer mountains at once...
  The crocodile will have to be torn apart,
  And the evil bear will be crushed!
  
  Rus' was under the rule of the Genghisids,
  And the horde trampled the Motherland...
  How many parasites have attacked,
  This is the Russian destiny!
  
  Waves from the underworld attack,
  And the hooves beat like a drum...
  For the sake of our Mother God,
  Get Svarog's sword ready, boy!
  
  Lada gave birth to the mighty Gods,
  Know that her power is great...
  The most noble reward awaits the guys,
  And the vampire's share of garlic!
  
  We will stack the infidels in stacks,
  We'll chop them like hay...
  Girls with muscular legs,
  They can beat their enemies hard!
  
  We disperse the clouds in the sky,
  In the glory of the Almighty Perun...
  Fighting is a stupid idea,
  Search for the golden rune!
  
  The sun's ray shines over the earth,
  It is Yarilo who lights the way...
  Someone possessed by Satan,
  He wants to bend our Rus' into a fist!
  
  There are no trifles in warfare,
  We are all all over the Earth...
  Someone gets a deuce, I see,
  And brings harm to his family!
  
  We know where the strength comes from,
  The almighty God Svarog is with us...
  The dead will rise from the grave,
  When the White God comes into the world!
  
  It's not good for the guys to retreat,
  Let us stand firm in battle...
  Even if the swarm of okrov went crazy,
  We'll be able to really drive them!
  
  In the extermination of the tough warriors,
  And believe me, they have such a blow...
  The apples are already ripening,
  This is the kind of fun gift we have!
  
  Help the girls, guys,
  To fight like a hurricane...
  And they fired from a machine gun,
  It's like a volcano is flaring up!
  
  By God's power we will drive away our enemies,
  I believe we will definitely win...
  And although the evil robber rages,
  But a cherub hovers above us!
  
  Why are we young men embarrassed?
  Why aren't girls nice?
  The fields are already in full bloom,
  The rain washed away the boulders!
  
  We'll have to gallop madly,
  And we will receive the very first prize...
  The boy is a nimble, real bunny,
  And a beloved artist in my soul!
  
  What about the orcs, no matter how fierce you are,
  I still believe we will defeat you...
  You know, forge victory for yourself,
  May you have boundless strength!
  
  The evil crows don't scare us,
  We are used to fighting like a titan...
  Where the evil Cain sharpens his knife,
  And the tyrant weaves intrigues!
  
  Warriors of the Fatherland can do a lot,
  Believe me, their power is great...
  Someone has the sharp sword of Svarog,
  The boy has a steady hand!
  
  Although the boy wasn't very tall,
  His childhood lasts a whole century...
  Defeating Koschei can be simple,
  What a powerful man he is!
  
  The Fuhrer is an evil, bald, schizophrenic,
  He wants to destroy our Rus'...
  He's got five kopeks of intelligence,
  But he is cunning, he brings on sadness!
  
  To defeat him we need,
  Children, sharpen your sword more firmly...
  And then this is what friendship will be like,
  The predator will soon turn into game!
  
  We will reach the edge of the universe,
  The garden will bloom on Mars too...
  Our business is work and creation,
  And really save the world on Earth!
  
  From victory we go to victory,
  And we chop off the heads of our enemies...
  The neighbors are getting a bit sad already,
  It turned out to be an absolute disgrace!
  
  What happened that the sun went dark?
  Did Genghis Khan invade?
  The Japanese army attacks,
  Port Arthur fell in a heroic battle!
  
  But the girls rushed to help,
  To show the combat class...
  Homeland of the most beautiful Elfia,
  And a kick with a graceful leg!
  
  Now these orcs have been beaten,
  They clearly burned out a turbulent horde...
  The fight, believe me, will be very long,
  And I will come to you, bald devil!
  
  Believe me, we will drive the enemy into the walls,
  Or rather, even into the cellars...
  There will be big changes,
  The power of the Family is with us forever!
  
  They opened their souls to the Fatherland,
  We are girls and we will spread the edge...
  We pierce the carcass with bayonets,
  Our Tsar Nicholas will be glorified!
  
  You girls will love him,
  So that Rus' may flourish under the Tsar...
  Somewhere the wolf cubs are already moving,
  Keeping Satan out!
  
  Well, in short, we will fight,
  We will not give up even an inch of land...
  Boys have always known how to fight,
  Warriors of one family!
  
  We have defeated our enemies with great strength,
  We showed we can beat, believe me...
  Elfinism will soon be given,
  And the wild beast is torn to pieces!
  
  We will fight for the planet,
  As Lord Svarog commanded us...
  The heroic deeds are sung,
  Black, White, Red God is with us!
  
  We can all do something really cool,
  Defeat the enemy orcs...
  It is dangerous to argue with demiurges,
  This is not about building fences!
  
  The girls evoke admiration,
  They can do such a disastrous thing to you...
  And they throw grenades with their legs,
  Let the enemy fly away to be scrapped!
  
  There is a military way to know the greatest,
  Believe me, cosmic heights...
  God Almighty is the most real,
  And believe me, Rod cannot be defeated!
  
  Well, where are you all going, you orcs?
  We will cut you with swords, believe me...
  You will bend under the girl's blow,
  And you will break down the door with your oak forehead!
  
  We will arrange a true grave for you,
  Well, let's feast ourselves...
  We will soon go out with the army to the valley,
  We'll have a really cool fight!
  
  Why don't you frown, girls?
  I believe I'll grow up too...
  We will see here the streams of will,
  And I will bring salvation to people!
  
  Know Belobog will resurrect the dead,
  Everyone in a young body forever...
  And such beautiful women of Paradise,
  You will never lose!
  
  The noble Virius will be in eternal happiness,
  Everything is wonderful, the apple trees are in bloom...
  And we will enter the honey valley,
  And let's make our long-held dream come true!
  The children sang with such feeling and enthusiasm. In the morning, the children's detachment attacked the Nazi garrison. The soldiers there were mostly Arabs. The boys and girls acted harmoniously and harmoniously.
  They attacked the fascist garrison from various sides. And with their bare toes, they threw explosive packets of coal dust or sawdust. How they exploded and blazed. The houses where the Nazis had holed up caught fire. Clouds of smoke billowed into the sky.
  A team of young warriors shot and mowed down the fascists. That was awesome, cool, and aggressive.
  Oleg fired a burst, mowed down Arabs and blacks, and each bullet found its target and sang:
  Motherland of the USSR,
  We take an example from you!
  Stalin leader superman,
  Let Uncle Sam tremble!
  And the boy will give the Hitler colonel a triple blow with his bare, round, childish heel to the chin.
  Margarita also fought with great vigor, shooting and spinning.
  The other children showed their class, too. Their small stature made them difficult to hit. And they fired with exceptional accuracy. They truly are remarkable creatures.
  Margarita sang with joy, throwing an explosive packet with her graceful, small, childish foot:
  The boys are lively now,
  Bare heels run...
  Both boys and girls,
  The man is cool these days!
  
  The USSR elevated us all,
  Made above all people...
  Children, strive for the heights,
  And let the villain be defeated!
  So the girl sang, and again threw the lethal explosive packet. And then she fired a burst. The boy, Pavlushka, also a pretty good shot, bared his childish teeth, sharp as a wolf cub's, and sang:
  It's good to be forever young,
  And forget all illnesses...
  Be cheerful, daring, noisy,
  The thread of life will not be broken!
  That's how the children sang. And in a furious attack on the Nazis. And how they mowed them down. That's why they're barefoot. Energy flows from their native Russian soil. And through the children's feet, it enters their bodies, and the Pioneers become very energetic, and the Nazis can't hit them. And so the boys and girls crush Hitler's troops as if they were toys.
  And the young Leninists wear red ties around their necks, acting as amulets, and Hitler's bullets and shells don't hit the children. This is how a fierce battle unfolds.
  The girl Lara fired a burst, mowed down the fascists and sang:
  - Glory to communism, glory to the pioneers!
  Here are some kids setting fire to a couple of American Sherman tanks. They're somewhat outdated, but still combat-ready tanks, especially before the Soviet T-54 entered mass production. The young warriors are fighting the Americans and singing.
  America is a beautiful country,
  In it, every person is considered a cowboy...
  She is given forever by God,
  Therefore, we stand up for our Motherland!
  Margarita remarked with a grin:
  - The United States is currently a colony of the Third Reich. And the song is turning out kind of stupid!
  Oleg exclaimed with fury, mowing down the fascists with a machine gun:
  Our Motherland is the USSR,
  We will fight for the dream...
  Even if Uncle Sam attacks us,
  I need to go to New York, I'll come in a tank!
  Children tore houses to pieces, literally bloodying them. And the Nazis were becoming increasingly fearful. British Goering tanks were also burning. They were a further modernization of the Churchill. How thoroughly they burned.
  The pioneer girl Katya squeaked:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin!
  Oleg, throwing an explosive package with his little toes, emphasized:
  - First of all, the Motherland, and secondly, Stalin!
  Margarita exclaimed:
  The fascist attacked my homeland,
  Samurai are brazenly creeping in from the east...
  I love Jesus and Stalin,
  Even though anger sometimes breaks my heart!
  Here's the central building of the Nazi commandant's office, made of stone with thick walls. But that doesn't faze the children. Oleg aimed his homemade, long-range flamethrower at it and just lets loose. It was truly a searing effect, like a volcanic eruption. And the Nazi snipers, scorched and blinded, jumped and bounced. And they burned like shashlik.
  Oleg sang, shooting down a Hitlerite helicopter with a slingshot, and it began to smoke and crash down:
  But there was another possible, terrible outcome,
  He could destroy sinners with fire...
  However, he spared the fallen people,
  And now my thoughts are about Stalin!
  Margarita chirped, baring her pearly teeth, and knocked out an armored transport with a pea-sized explosive:
  Boys grow up to win,
  To glorify Rus' for centuries...
  Problems and troubles will disappear,
  Capable of tearing fascism to pieces!
  CHAPTER No 14.
  The girls, under Stalenida's command, fought another battle. But this time, things didn't go so well. The unit suffered losses.
  Three girls were killed, the rest of the dozen fighters were wounded to varying degrees and barely managed to break away. Two of the girls even had to be carried. Alas, this is war. You can't always destroy everyone. Especially since the column included some very durable tanks, specifically E-5 self-propelled guns. They may be small, but they're quite durable. And then the jet attack aircraft arrived.
  And behind them, disc-shaped helicopters. Try to resist such might. Only three more casualties out of twelve-you could say they got off lightly. But they took down more than twenty fascists. That's how the battle turned out.
  The warriors wandered away, struggling with their last strength. Natasha, that mischievous girl, remarked:
  - It's such a pity about the girls... It's really a pity... But why not add some guys to our battalion?
  Stalenida growled, angrily kicking a May beetle with her bare foot:
  - To each his own... But you only have males on your mind!
  Victoria was offended and remarked:
  - Me too! I'd love to be caressed by a guy. To feel my breasts in his arms...
  The red-haired devil plucked a blade of grass, bit it off and cooed:
  - Oh, my cool boys... It's so good that you're not gay... I love those who fuck girls... After all, Superman has been a macho since he was in diapers!
  Stalenida softened a little and smiled:
  - Yes... That makes it a little more fun. And how is your friend Natasha?
  The blonde girl, not understanding, asked again:
  - What friend?
  The major answered confidently:
  - Andreyka! He was also awarded by Zhukov!
  Natasha sighed heavily and shrugged:
  - Unfortunately, I don"t know that...
  Meanwhile, Andreyka (a boy they knew, a Pioneer hero) was thrown into a cell. The wounded boy was left bound, even chained to the wall by the neck. The Nazis were so afraid of Russian children. The cell was damp, and not far from the boy, a girl hung chained to the wall. Completely naked, her body a mass of wounds, bruises, piss marks, cuts, and burns, the girl had been tortured. She was unconscious and only moaned softly.
  The boy looked at the walls. The prison was ancient, dating back to tsarist times. The walls were thick, and the small window, just under the ceiling, was barred. Andreyka felt not just like a prisoner, but like a prisoner of antiquity. Like the legendary rebel Stenka Razin, torture and execution awaited him.
  Andreyka groaned. Could he, an eleven-year-old boy, endure the torture? Would he start crying like a girl? After all, it wasn't fitting for a pioneer to moan and cry. Barefoot and scratched, Andreyka turned over; the wound was excruciatingly painful. His elbows were tied, and he had to twist somehow to get relief, to change his angle. The terrible pain subsided for a moment.
  The cell stunk terribly. The floor was stained with dried blood. Gnawed bones lay scattered about. People? It was frightening, clearly many prisoners had passed through this cell. True, Andreyka thought the fascists had only recently captured Grodno. And when had they managed to commit such mischief? Could these really be older victims. The NKVD, for example? The boy winced. It was downright terrifying! How difficult it was in this dungeon. There was no one to talk to; the girl seemed completely stunned. The executioners had tortured her, like the heroes of antiquity. But why? What harm could a young girl have done to the fascists? Then again, he, Andreyka, was just a boy, and he had started killing, fighting this scum. The fascists had placed their nation above all other nations and peoples. In doing so, they had legitimized evil and suffering! No, a normal person should fight such lawlessness. Moreover, the Germans themselves are not free; they are shackled by a totalitarian apparatus. It stifles every possible initiative and expression of human emotion.
  Fascism comes from the word "ligament." It mercilessly binds people, turning them into chained slaves. Communism, on the other hand, elevates humanity, gives them new strength, and stimulates the flame of life. There is a significant difference. Communism is international in nature and universal. Hitlerism elevates only one nation, not all of humanity. This is its flaw. But people share common roots, as has been biologically proven. Both blacks and whites have perfectly healthy and fertile offspring. He, Andrey, the son of a Russian father and a Belarusian mother, is quite resilient, not at all an imbecile, and is ready to fight fascism.
  Of course, Pavel proved stronger and managed to escape the enemy, killing many Germans. He, Andreyka, acted like a weakling and was captured. Maybe he should have saved his last bullet for himself. Although, dead, he won't be able to kill another German! And now he's alive, even if he's suffering.
  Barefoot Andreyka scratched his slightly singed foot on a damp stone. Ilsa found the most painful spot and burned it with a cigarette, causing a blister. But that wouldn't break the brave boy. On the contrary, the pain should become an incentive, increasing his courage. And a pioneer never breaks. The Germans' triumph is temporary. They will be defeated sooner or later, just as evil always loses to good. One might argue, of course, that good triumphs only in fairy tales, but in real life, everything is more complicated. But even a fairy tale is merely a reflection of reality. After all, much that was once a dream has now become reality. Andreyka thought: maybe he is destined to die? That's entirely possible! But does he fear death? If communism triumphs, then he and the other heroes of the Soviet Union will be resurrected for a new, happy, and eternal life. Then he will live in a world without sorrow, suffering, death, and evil! The only thing that matters is that final victory be achieved! Only then will all the fallen heroes be resurrected!
  And the reign of communism will come! A world where the most cherished dreams will come true. A universe where man owns everything that exists, everything one can only dream of, and not even always count on success. This is such a complex and multifaceted world. And then other worlds will open their arms to man. So what! Perhaps evil also exists in the boundless expanses of space! It will haunt and torment alien beings. But capitalism will give them freedom too! It will break the bonds of slavery and humiliation. The time and hour of freedom will come, illuminating the earth with its radiant light! And the peoples of darkness will throw off the yoke of darkness, and man will conquer the worlds of the universe! And our grandchildren will remember, in disbelief, how we lived in darkness under an iron heel. We bore the marks of the evil beast, but now we walk in pure and holy faith!
  Andreyka was even surprised by how coherently his thoughts had formed. There was something special and unique about them. It was like during the civil war, when verse was the proletariat's main weapon, while prose was perhaps even somewhat despised and neglected. Now the poet is a prisoner, his pens and lyre, so to speak, in chains. Nevertheless, he doesn't give up and looks forward to a bright future. And what that future will be depends on each person. It's not like one person decides and imposes everything.
  Andreyka said:
  - The future depends on us! Even when it seems like nothing depends on us!
  The boy twisted around, trying to grind the rods. It was a tedious and difficult task, but there was always a chance of success. Andreyka, overcoming the terrible pain, began to rub against the wall. The main thing was not to cry out, not to show weakness. He was a Pioneer, and therefore the embodiment of courage. He must fight, so he would fight, and he would certainly win! For the glory of the Soviet fatherland.
  The boy rubbed stubbornly, at that moment the girl came to her senses and muttered:
  - Blue bunnies were jumping on the green lawn!
  And then she sank into oblivion again. The boy said:
  "Unfortunate woman! Those damned fascists tortured her! But I believe revenge will not be long in coming! The time for victory over the monsters of humanity is approaching." The boy turned and sang:
  And the flag will shine over the planet,
  There is no holy country in the universe more beautiful!
  And if necessary, we will die again,
  For communism, in the greatness of our cause!
  The pain washed over the boy again, he moved away from the wall a little and began to jerk his head.
  Then a creaking sound was heard, and five tall SS men entered the cell. Without thinking twice, they kicked the boy with their boots and grabbed him by the arms:
  - Let's go, bitch!
  Andreyka knew there was no point in resisting. They unfastened his collar. They hit him a couple more times and then carried him away. An icy chill washed over the boy: where were they taking him? Was the worst thing really about to happen?
  Indeed, the boy was being dragged somewhere downwards. And, oddly enough, it was getting warmer. Andreyka suddenly felt much more cheerful: where was ours, she hadn't disappeared! He would get out of this mess, too.
  They carried him down the steps, slowly descending! Finally, the boy felt the dampness give way to dryness. The executioners carried the child into a fairly spacious room. True, the walls looked ominous, with a variety of fantastically shaped instruments hanging on them. The boy saw several blazing fireplaces and a contraption shaped like a rack. There were also numerous stretchers and various torture devices. Andreyka suddenly felt a heaviness in his stomach, a stabbing sensation!
  This is fear! The boy realized that he must not give in to it under any circumstances!
  Barefoot Andreyka tensed. An SS colonel sat in the hall, along with a woman he already knew-the one who had helped capture the boy. Pioneer Andreyka turned pale; clearly, a difficult fate awaited him if these hardened executioners were about to interrogate a child. No, he would never give in to them, even if he had to scream without a thought or a sound! But the question was, would he be able to endure it?
  The SS Colonel asked:
  - Name!
  Andreyka was silent. The whip lashed at him. A red stripe appeared on his back. The SS colonel repeated again:
  - Tell me your name, little one!
  Desperate Andreyka responded angrily:
  - I'm little Stalin!
  The SS colonel snorted:
  - That's the tone of voice that little bastard has! He obviously wants a tougher line.
  Ilsa squealed:
  - Let's fry the boy's heels.
  The SS Colonel asked:
  - Name your accomplices and in this case we will let you go!
  Andreyka, like a true pioneer hero, answered:
  - All Soviet people are my accomplices, from old man to child!
  The SS Colonel whistled:
  - You're a stubborn creature! You don't understand that we can kill you!
  Andreyka answered, his blue eyes sparkling:
  - The fascists can kill, but what they cannot do is take away the hope of immortality!
  The colonel shouted:
  - Get started!
  Barefoot and wounded, Andreyka was grabbed, the ropes were cut, and the bandages were unceremoniously torn off. The boy gasped. His arms were forced behind him, and he was lifted to the rack. A rope was placed over his hands. The colonel shouted:
  - Twist the bastard's joints!
  The rope stretched all the way up. Andreyka felt a hellish pain in his wounded shoulder and groaned:
  - Mom! This is terrible!
  The colonel bared his teeth:
  - You will talk!
  Andreyka shook his bright head:
  - No!
  Heavy shackles were placed on the boy's bare feet, and the bones in his shoulders cracked under the terrible pressure. Blood began to flow. The pain was horrific. Pioneer Andrei turned pale, his forehead was covered in sweat, and an involuntary groan escaped his lips, but he still found the strength to say:
  - No! And once again no!
  Ilsa placed a steel ramrod in the fireplace and said with a grin:
  - Dear boy, confess and we will give you some chocolates.
  The wounded Andrey shouted:
  - No! I don't need your filthy ersatz!
  Ilsa screamed:
  - You are such a bitch!
  Then she pulled a red-hot ramrod from the flames and plunged it into the wound. Pioneer Andreyka had never experienced such pain; he caught his breath, and lost consciousness from shock.
  Ilsa, like an experienced executioner, began to massage his cheeks and neck, and quickly brought the boy to his senses.
  - Don't hope, bastard, to find oblivion in a saving shock!
  The SS Colonel ordered:
  - Fry his heels.
  The SS executioners immediately lit a small fire, and the flames licked the child's beautiful, bare feet. Ilsa, meanwhile, plunged the red-hot ramrod into the wound again. The SS doctor injected the boy with a special drug to sharpen his pain and slow his loss of consciousness. Now Pioneer Andrei was overwhelmed by a boundless ocean of suffering, even worse than Dante's Inferno. Two other executioners began driving white-hot pins under the boy's fingernails.
  Andreyka, overcome with horrific suffering, felt on the verge of complete collapse. But suddenly, in his delirium, an image of Stalin appeared before him:
  "What should we do, chief?" the boy asked.
  And Stalin, smiling with white teeth, replied:
  - What else can a pioneer do in this situation? Just don't cry! Take a deep breath and sing.
  Pioneer Andreyka forced a smile:
  - Yes sir!
  The boy tensed up and, with great effort, began to sing in a breaking, but at the same time clear and strong voice, composing it right on the spot:
  He fell into terrible fascist captivity,
  I'm floating on the waves of terrible pain!
  But while bleeding, he sang songs,
  After all, a fearless pioneer is friends with his heart!
  
  And I will tell you firmly, executioners,
  What vile joy you have poured out in vain!
  If a weak person tells me to keep quiet,
  After all, the pain is excruciating and simply terrible!
  
  But I know, I firmly believe,
  Fascism will be cast into the abyss!
  A stream of evil flames will douse you,
  And all who fell will rise again rejoicing!
  
  And our faith in communism is strong,
  Let's fly like a falcon and become higher than all the stars!
  Let rivers of honey and wine flow,
  The whole world will hear the loud horn of advice!
  
  And the pioneer, clutching his machine gun tightly,
  Look higher into the sky, young man!
  And show the wavering an example,
  Your tie is as bright as a carnation!
  
  Fatherland, you mean everything to me,
  My dear mother and the meaning of my entire young life!
  Letting go of this difficult life for now,
  Our people are suffering under evil fascism!
  
  But the red youth strains his will,
  Spit in the bandit's face with the hellish swastika!
  Let the enemies shudder in rage,
  And they will be defeated by the Red Army!
  
  The USSR is a sacred country,
  What has communism given to the peoples!
  How our mother gave us her heart,
  For happiness, peace, hope and freedom!
  This is how courageously the Pioneer hero held on. And he was worthy of his title, because "Pioneer" is a proud title. This is exactly how every Soviet boy should hold himself.
  Meanwhile, the girls had climbed into the thicket. They lit a small fire and ate some food. Two of the nine girls were unable to walk, and after administering first aid, bandaging them, and giving them some captured alcohol, they were able to soothe their wounds and fall asleep.
  Natasha noted with a smile:
  "Everything in our world is relative. For example, alcohol is essentially a poison, but it's also a cure. Look, the girls fell asleep! And they felt so much better!"
  Victoria wittily remarked:
  - Everything in the world is relative... And God is not an angel, and the Devil is not the devil!
  Veronica responded angrily:
  - What blasphemy... What are we talking about?
  The red-haired devil logically noted:
  - And about that... In the Bible, God only speaks in the language of violence. Just look at Noah. And the devil? Actually, you don't hear much about him. In any case, even in the Bible, Satan tempts more than he kills!
  Natasha noted rationally:
  "God really does love violence. King David waged brutal wars. God commanded the extermination of an entire people, including women, children, and livestock, to Saul! It's strange to talk about mercy... Don't you think?!"
  Veronica wanted to say something, but nothing sensible came to mind. Really, there wasn't much to say. She'd thought a lot about Noah's flood herself. And she couldn't find an explanation, at least not a rational one, for such cruelty. God hadn't abolished sin; Ham had been exposed, and Noah wasn't exactly a saint. And it wasn't Ham who was cursed, but Hamam. That, too, was incomprehensible. The entire Bible, especially the Old Testament, is full of misunderstandings. For example, Elisha killed forty-two children for something so trivial as being teased about his bald head.
  This is clearly too much! To treat children like this. And it's hard to explain.
  Veronica herself was wavering in her religious beliefs. She didn't even know which faith to embrace. She didn't particularly like Orthodoxy: it had a lot of show and pomp, but it was all somehow cold. But the Baptists also left her with no peace or comfort. Whatever one might say, religion requires faith. And the intelligent girl wanted everything to be logical and for all the loose ends to connect.
  So that everything seems rational and correct. But as it is... Even the doctrine of eternal torment in hell seems excessive. The most terrible thing about hell is the duration of punishment: hell will last forever. And billions upon billions of years will pass, and sinners will still be tormented and suffering. And that's terrible! What is eternity? It's easier for a blindfolded monkey to type the Bible while typing on a keyboard than to wait out eternity.
  The tortures of hell are a separate topic. It wouldn't be a sin to torture Hitler longer and more intensely. But what if a teenager ends up in hell? How can a person be saved if they sin? Even if not by deeds, then by words or thoughts! And what is sin anyway?
  Victoria, seeing that Veronica was silent, increased the pressure:
  - And in the Book of Revelation... Just when life on Earth was beginning to improve, they began to rain down plagues on planet Earth. And torment all of humanity. And what can one say?
  Veronica replied harshly:
  - You'll find out when you go to hell!
  Stalenida stopped the squabble:
  - Everyone, go to bed! There's still a lot of work ahead!
  The girls eagerly closed their eyes. The summer night was quite warm, and the warriors, huddled close, fell asleep.
  Veronica dreamed she'd entered a futuristic world. You'd walk down the street, and the sidewalks would flow like a river. Colorful cars would fly across them. And everywhere would be Pioneers with red ties. And these children would fly and swirl like moths. And everyone would be smiling, grinning.
  Veronica flapped her arms and flew away. She was like a butterfly, and you could hear the flapping of wings. And you just kept flying, flying... And all around you there were such bright colors. The houses were huge, multicolored, painted like cakes. And there were countless statues-various fairytale animals. Everything was so beautiful. One of the buildings resembled a diamond-studded donut. And flying saucers were circling around it. They glowed orange, casting a dazzling reflection.
  Another building is shaped like seven crabs stacked on top of each other. Each crab is a different color, and their claws sparkle with precious stones. And the flying machines: so beautiful and graceful. Some of them don't have a fixed shape, but move through space like blobs.
  Others, on the contrary, are structured. They resemble snowflakes, such a perfect geometric shape. What's not beautiful and the embodiment of aesthetics?
  The building itself hovers in mid-air, resembling an eagle with flamboyant wings, only it seems made of crystal. And its beak shines brighter than a diamond, or perhaps even the sun.
  And what about the structure at the top, which houses a whole aquarium with wondrous sea creatures. Fish with silver scales and long, golden fins. And those multi-legged creatures. Also, as if studded with jewels. And jellyfish that shimmer in every color of the rainbow.
  A girl in a red tie flew up to Veronica and asked in surprise:
  - Are you an adult?
  Veronica answered with a smile:
  - Yes, why?
  The pioneer giggled and replied:
  - Nothing good! If you're of age, the hyperdragon will take you.
  Veronica whistled:
  - Wow! And I thought you had communism!
  The girl in the red tie nodded sadly and answered loudly:
  "We really do have communism! Free food, free goods, absolutely everything. From game consoles to VR headsets." The girl nodded, shaking her transparent, crystal slipper and chirping. "Look at this little tree."
  Indeed, next to the building, shaped like four asters stacked on top of each other, grew an oak tree with golden leaves. And on it grew pastries, cakes, and various culinary delights. So lush and beautiful.
  Veronica exclaimed in admiration:
  - This is wonderful! What a tree...
  The pioneer nodded, and a cake appeared in her hand. The girl chirped.
  - Try it! It's delicious!
  Veronica swallowed the sweet pulp of the cake. The taste was truly so delicate and pleasant, as if a greenhouse were blooming in her mouth. And how wonderful it all was.
  Veronica honestly admitted:
  - I've never eaten anything better!
  The pioneer smiled and bared her pearly teeth, answering angrily:
  "And just like that, when we reach adulthood, or rather, when we become teenagers, we are devoured by a hyperdragon. This is precisely the tragedy of our great people!"
  Veronica said decisively, clenched her fists and kicked the air with her bare foot:
  - I will take revenge on the dragon! I'm ready to fight him!
  The pioneer snapped the fingers of her right hand. And a sharp sword appeared in the air. Large and glittering. With sharp edges, its blade glowed as if woven from stars.
  Veronica extended her hand. The sword entered on its own, and the warrior gripped it. She said with excitement:
  - I will fight for my Motherland... With God's help, for the sake of the people!
  The pioneer girl answered angrily, even sending sparks from her pearly teeth:
  - There is no God! It's all human prejudice!
  Veronica sighed heavily:
  - Oh! Again... And here comes the godless kingdom...
  The girl objected vigorously:
  "We don't have a kingdom! We have a democracy! The Senate and Congress rule, and two consuls-a boy and a girl, elected for one year by all the people." The Pioneer slammed her shoe on the empty space so hard it clanged. Then she croaked. "Communism is the rule of the people, not a cult of individuality like Stalin!"
  Veronica partially agreed:
  "Stalin really did allow himself to be praised too much! He really needs to be a little more modest!"
  The pioneer shook her scarlet tie and shouted, raising her right hand:
  - A pioneer is always ready! We'll kill all the cattle!
  Veronica couldn't resist asking:
  - How old are you?
  The girl smiled and answered politely:
  - Two hundred twenty five!
  Veronica whistled and widened her eyes:
  - Really?
  The girl made a serious face and said:
  "We mature very slowly! From birth to being consumed by the dragon, it takes just over a thousand years!"
  Veronica yelped, fluttering her lush, black eyelashes:
  - It's just like eternal childhood! Like a fairy tale!
  The pioneer girl said sadly:
  - This is a fairy tale, only a very scary one... If it weren"t for the dragon, we would be immortal and would never know old age!
  Veronica said meaningfully:
  - Communism is the kingdom of eternal youth!
  The girl shook her golden head and chirped:
  - Now, please, sing something for us! To make things more fun!
  Children began flying toward Veronica from all sides. Boys and girls, all beautiful, in elegant clothes. And their silvery voices rang out, so pleasant and delightfully beautiful.
  - Sing, little flower! Don't be shy! You're simply a great delight!
  And Veronica landed on the moving walkway, and dancing along it with her bare, graceful feet, playing her voice with delight and magnificence, she began to sing;
  I am the daughter of the Fatherland of light and love,
  The most beautiful Komsomol girl...
  Even though the Fuhrer builds his rating on blood,
  Sometimes I feel awkward!
  
  This is a very glorious century of Stalinism,
  When everything around sparkles and shines...
  The proud man spread his wings -
  And Abel rejoices, Cain perishes!
  
  Russia is my homeland,
  Although sometimes I feel awkward...
  And the Komsomol is one family,
  Even if it's barefoot, it's a prickly path!
  
  Steep fascism attacked the Motherland,
  This boar bared his fangs in fury...
  From the sky poured mad napalm,
  But God and the brilliant Stalin are with us!
  
  Russia is the Red USSR,
  Mighty great Fatherland...
  In vain does Sir spread his claws,
  We will definitely live under communism!
  
  Even though the great war has begun,
  And the masses shed blood in abundance...
  Here the great country writhes,
  From tears, fires and great pain!
  
  But I believe we will revive our Fatherland,
  And let us raise the Soviet flag higher than the stars...
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  To the great, most radiant Russia!
  
  This is my homeland,
  There is nothing more beautiful in the entire universe...
  Even though Satan's penalty has accumulated,
  Our faith will be strengthened in these sufferings!
  
  How the self-proclaimed Hitler did something funny,
  He managed to take all of Africa at once...
  Where does fascism get so much strength from?
  The infection has spread across the Earth!
  
  This is how much the Fuhrer captured,
  And it doesn"t even have any measure...
  What a quarrel this bandit has caused,
  A scarlet flag of horror flutters above them!
  
  The Fritzes are so strong now,
  They don"t have Tigers, but rather more terrifying tanks...
  And if a sniper hit Adolf in the eye,
  Give the fascists some stronger cans!
  
  What we can't do, we'll do jokingly,
  Although barefoot girls in the frost...
  We are raising a very strong child,
  And a scarlet, most beautiful rose!
  
  Even though the enemy strives to break through to Moscow,
  But the girl's bare breasts stood up...
  We'll hit with a machine gun from a scythe,
  The soldiers are firing, my dears!
  
  We will make Russia above all others,
  The country that is more beautiful in the universe than the Sun...
  And there will be a convincing success,
  Our faith will be strengthened in Orthodoxy!
  
  And believe me, we will resurrect the dead, girls,
  Or by the power of God, or the flower of science...
  We will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  Without all the delays and vile boredom!
  
  We will be able to make our Motherland cool,
  Let us raise the throne of Russia higher than the stars...
  You are the Fuhrer's mustachioed hooray,
  Who imagines himself to be a messiah without any boundaries of evil!
  
  We will make the Fatherland like a giant,
  What will happen, like a monolith of one...
  The girls all stood up together and did the splits,
  After all, knights are invincible in battle!
  
  Protect the great Fatherland,
  Then you will receive a reward from Christ...
  It would be better for the Almighty to end the war,
  Although sometimes you have to fight bravely!
  
  In short, the battles will soon die down,
  The battles and losses will end...
  And the great eagle knights,
  Because everyone is a soldier from birth!
  CHAPTER No 15.
  Having destroyed the Nazi garrison, the child soldiers captured enormous trophies, including an entire crate of gold and platinum ingots. And something else... Specifically, the blueprints for a brand-new high-speed self-propelled gun.
  Oleg promised to deal with them. Meanwhile, to avoid airstrikes, the children upped and left the village. Their bare, pink heels flashing, they retreated deeper into the forest.
  There the sun had already risen high, and the young partisans, having fortified themselves with captured canned goods and flatbreads with berries, went to bed, posting several boys and girls on guard duty.
  Meanwhile, Oleg and Margarita dreamed of a cosmic future.
  The girl took the bracelet and turned it over in front of her eyes.
  - A beautiful little animal. The tails are intertwined in a pattern. Have you checked it out?
  -Yes, in every way.
  "Then you can take the child." Oksana handed the jewelry to her son.
  Oleg greedily grabbed it with his hands.
  - Now he's mine.
  The girl turned to her husband.
  - So, should we watch the star zoo to the end or go relax somewhere else?
  "Of course, we'll see it," the boy squealed. "It's so interesting here, and I've never seen such animals."
  Zudist turned towards the exit, he seemed a little clumsy and slow until he turned on the antigrav and rose a couple of meters above the ground.
  -Goodbye, my new friends. May the Almighty illuminate your path.
  Oleg, the boy in his cosmic past, blinked his eyes in a dream and then turned to Oksana.
  - Mom, does God exist or not?
  - Of course, there is, and all races, nations and species believe in its existence.
  - Why can't you see it then?
  - Because of the sins of people, he hid his face.
  -But this is an escape, is our creator really a coward?
  - No, he is merciful, for his gaze is capable of killing us sinners.
  Oleg seemed to disagree.
  "And why am I a sinner? I got excellent grades in kindergarten, obeyed my instructors and teachers, endured hardships, and prepared to serve Russia. And you, even more so, are sinless, honest soldiers."
  Vladimir sighed. Orthodoxy was the official religion of Russia, but deep down, he disagreed with it. Besides, there was a clear contradiction between the pacifist biblical teaching and the actual practice, where death on the battlefield guaranteed paradise. And the idea of paradise wasn't particularly appealing; there was no sin there, meaning there would be no one to strive for self-improvement with, no one to strive for. Far more appealing was the idea of another life after death. It was when your spirit was incarnated in another universe, where the struggle, wars, and incredible adventures continued.
  Although you seem fed up with war, your heart refuses peace. Oksana answered for him.
  There are open sins, and there are hidden ones. Furthermore, there are negative memories of misdeeds from distant ancestors, which also need to be washed away.
  "Well, then it will last forever. That's what I think. Why not sin sometimes, do a little mischief? After all, you get tired of discipline. Even soldiers are given a good time after battles."
  Vladimir considered it necessary to intervene.
  - Were you taught this?
  - No, on the contrary, we prayed every day, but the girl from the parallel detachment, such a redhead, said...
  -What did she say? - Oksana tensed up.
  -That there is no God!
  "What nonsense. Science has proven that our universe, with its infinite diversity of forms, could not have originated on its own, but was created by the Almighty. The existence of God has been proven by the best scientists, and your girl is too young and stupid. Besides, these aren't her thoughts; most likely, they were implanted in her by one of the dimwitted adults."
  - But she argues very logically.
  -Then it's possible that she's a spy and working for the enemy. What's her name?
  - I won't tell.
  Vladimir intervened.
  -Do you want me to guess?
  -Try!
  Vladimir stood up straight and said theatrically.
  -Margarita Korshunova.
  Oleg was stunned.
  -How did you guess?
  -If she was smart enough to find out about the time machine, then she had enough imagination to figure out that God does not exist.
  - And you're a ray gun! That's right. So does He exist or not?
  "This is a serious matter; we'd better discuss it at home. For now, let's look at these unusual animals." Vladimir took his son's hand, and together they took off. Oksana, a young security officer with hot, sinful blood, wasn't particularly religious either. But in the state, being a believer had become almost mandatory; in any case, an atheist couldn't make a career, and the president swore by the Bible. The Book of Books itself had been changed: the Old Testament had been shortened, removing the part describing the history of the Jewish people, while the New Testament, on the contrary, had been supplemented with tradition, making the Bible even thicker. Nevertheless, the humanistic principles-resist not evil, repay evil with good-remained, for the Gospel, as well as the teachings of the incarnate God, Jesus Christ, cannot be changed. Meanwhile, a brutal, all-out war was raging, where there was no room for pacifism. Therefore, a special article was created interpreting Scripture, and the Bible itself was withdrawn from free sale, with only individual quotations permitted. Such a move undoubtedly generated a certain distrust of the official religion among the more educated officer corps. Greater clarity and precision were desired, and besides, life expectancy had increased significantly, youth had become centuries-long, and hormones in the blood were as active as in adolescence.
  That's why the professional army had a brothel, and recently, with the massive conscription of women, heterosexual intercourse was legalized. The only thing was that you had to have a license to have a child-you had to have perfect genetics. There were many such illegitimate children, often raised in incubators, most of whom were later sent to large paramilitary orphanages, where they were turned into fighting machines. There was a Ministry of Eugenics, which strictly monitored the improvement of the offspring's quality. It all seems well and good, but what about the commandment "Thou shalt not commit adultery," or the words of Christ: "Whoever looks at a woman lustfully commits adultery in thought." And what about, for example, the Fazzani-if they strike you on the right cheek, turn the left. What does this mean, capitulating to the invaders and appealing to God's mercy? The Fazzans might not exterminate the entire human race, but they will turn people into slaves, mere objects. Furthermore, the slave trade is thriving in the conquered worlds, and it's frightening to even imagine the trade in products made from human skin, bones, and hair, or even simply their processing into protein preserves. Horrible! God forbid such a fate befalls all of humanity! Vladimir understood that these contradictions between real life and religious belief would grow, which meant a change of scenery and the emergence of a new, alternative religion were inevitable. And undoubtedly, a more aggressive and militant one. But it's better for children not to know these complexities, and to act as the state dictates. To distract himself from his troubling thoughts, he pointed a finger at his son.
  - Look, Olezhka is a mix of strawberry and gorilla, she jumps and makes faces.
  - And a very big one. And what does it eat?
  "Also carnivores." Vladimir turned on the image, and a dinosaur-sized, crocodile-mouthed strawberry gibbon hopped through the kilometers-high trees. It chased, stretching its long arms, four-tailed squirrels, also giants the size of mammoths. And yet, the ape's mouth stretched, and it swallowed them whole. And along with them, its belly grew. Having swallowed four squirrels, the monster belched out dirty purple bile, grew heavy, and curled up, covered in armor and sharp spines, snoring loudly.
  - Ugh, she's disgusting, what a strange metabolism.
  The ability to transform matter is inherent in nature; each planet has its own unique conditions, and only the strongest survives. Apparently, this is how the ape-like creature adapted to the world of Harpid.
  - I like the zoo, but I would also like to have a real fight with these creatures.
  -So, hunt for them?
  -Yes! It's much more interesting than watching them behind a force barrier.
  - Well, they won't let you go on a real safari, but you can in a virtual one.
  - So, shoot at holograms reproduced by a computer?
  -Yes! Just like you did on the fazzana in kindergarten.
  "It's certainly interesting, but no cyber-illusion can replace reality. I'd like to slap puddles, or better yet, rivers of blood."
  -Can this be arranged?
  - Also cybernetically?
  -The brain and body will not notice the difference.
  "It's still a lie, I want the real thing." Oleg whined like a child. "Is there really no such thing?"
  - Why, not exactly not, but it costs a fortune. Only the extremely rich can afford it.
  - Are there any like that in our country?
  - Unfortunately, there are. True, there aren't many of them, and besides, there are capitalists from other countries and races.
  -Okay, we're poor, but at least we're honest. We'll have to choose computer animation.
  -You're capricious, you naughty boy, well, enjoy your holiday today, and after the elite kindergarten, the same super-military school awaits you.
  - So let me relax for now, especially since they will immediately train me to be a general, who knows, maybe in a few years you will be under my command.
  - In that case, I would be very proud of you, son. And I wish you a successful career.
  The boy and his parents approached a large hall with armored doors. There, anyone could pay a fee to experience the world of a particular animal and hunt it. What's more, a line had formed, including a large number of extragalactic creatures.
  - It's too long to wait here, son, maybe we'd better look for other entertainment.
  In response, Oleg pointed at the glowing screen. It read: "We give priority service to full holders of the Order of Glory and other recipients of state orders."
  -Okay, Oleshka convinced me, just don't watch for long.
  Like an icebreaker, Vladimir pushed the crowd aside and approached the window with four robots.
  -I ask for one ticket for my boy.
  The robot looked at Oleg and squeaked.
  -Isn't he too young for such entertainment?
  "I completed an elite special forces course." The boy turned on the hologram of his computer bracelet.
  The robot checked the energy quanta and hummed.
  - Come in, cabin seven on the left.
  Oleg turned in a room with armored walls, there hung a super helmet that enveloped the entire body and, first of all, the brain.
  -Put it on your head, the technology will do the rest.
  The helmet easily adjusted its size thanks to its auto-fit feature; it was made of liquid metal and could fit any race. Placing it on his head, the boy felt like a king.
  "Oh, what's going to happen now?" A panel flashed, displaying a whole arsenal, from obsolete automatic weapons to the latest hyperplasmic developments, including some not yet in service, fantastic annihilation weapons with the widest possible range of effects.
  Oleg selected a standard three-barreled ray gun, a fun plasma-bubble-shooting spinner, and a laser dagger. Thus, well armed, the boy headed to the next panel. Now he had to choose a location for the space hunt. The range of landscapes was vast: ice, hydrogen, helium, and other deserts, jungles, underwater worlds, planets of molten lava, alcohol, oil, and more. There were megacities, bustling and semi-desert, colorful and, conversely, gloomy and nightmarish. Oleg considered this; he had fought in similar "virtual" games before, feeling the feedback, the movements of his real body shooting at holograms. This wasn't quite the same. Although the movement was felt in every muscle. It's nice to be little; many problems don't bother you, though somewhere beneath the surface, the thought gnaws: your homeland is waging war with the Fazzans, and is slowly losing, and that would worry anyone. When you think about it, your little heart begins to ache, pound, and there's an unpleasant pit in the pit of your stomach. So you try not to think about the bad stuff. What are these Fazzans like, each different, each with no discernible shape? They were usually depicted as hideous monsters, meant to evoke disgust. So, you can imagine a similar monster in any animal, no matter how small. The boy chose a jungle-covered city as the landscape. It looked quite piquant: kilometer-long palm trees jutting out between skyscrapers. And a full complement of undead creatures, a very difficult level. For protection, you could choose a personal force field and become completely invulnerable. But then there would be no risk, and the hunt would turn into a one-sided meat grinder. But this way, even animals have a chance. Here come the first players-saber-toothed dinosaurs with long porcupine quills. Oleg fires calmly, allowing the monsters to draw closer. The animals' heavy breathing and the hungry rumble of their gigantic stomachs can be heard, and the ground trembles under the weight of their heavy paws. The beams strike their blazing eyes, the animals fall, showering the boy with dust, and hot blood splashes sting his exposed face.
  "You're lying, you won't catch the young knight." The boy pulled out a small annihilation grenade and hurled it at the dinosaur. The blast was so powerful it popped his ears, and the wave knocked Oleg off his feet, landing in a pool of orange-orange blood. After he got out, he continued firing. Giant butterflies with sperm whale mouths and ten-meter-long claws appeared in the sky. It turned out they were actually firing. Oleg noticed this and barely managed to jump aside, as the steel battering ram pierced the asphalt and concrete. With a return shot, the boy shot off the head of the winged mutant. The living airliner crashed down, ramming a skyscraper. For a moment, the boy felt uneasy, then a thought flashed through his mind - after all, this was all just make-believe and he was in no real danger. And the creatures of the virtual hell continued to attack. And not only from above, but also from below. Giant worms with flaming jaws gnawed through the concrete, trying to swallow the brave warrior whole. That was only half the problem, but the tiny crawling creatures proved a real disaster. They burned through the child's delicate boots in several places and sank into his now-bare heel. He had to jump, and then meteorites struck him. They turned out to be very smart, leaving the monsters alone while chasing Oleg. Knocking them all down simultaneously was out of the question. The boy received more and more painful wounds, and fear began to creep into his heart involuntarily: Will they really kill me? What will it be like after death, what awaits hell, heaven, or some other unknown, yet terrifying place? Why exactly is it terrifying? He was an excellent student in kindergarten, a patriot of his homeland, which meant the Great God would undoubtedly draw him to his bosom, perhaps enroll him in the angelic regiment, and all would be well.
  - Lord Jesus, give me strength.
  A second later, he felt ashamed, because they weren't actually killing here, and if he'd given up here, what would happen to him in a real fight? The boy continued to fight with great tenacity, sending out blast after blast. However, the sons of darkness were growing in number. The dim crimson sun had practically disappeared, obscured by strange creatures, membranous and sometimes composed of fiery plasma. Oleg was almost on fire, his clothes had rotted, and his supply of miniature grenades was exhausted. And yet, he held out hope. The boy fought like a lion and finally managed to destroy one strange creature, resembling a giant centipede. When it exploded, it turned into a swarm of bees, which pounced on the brave but short-sighted child. Oleg regretted not bringing a larger-format plasma gun-it was perfect for destroying such small creatures, while a simple beam gun would be a real challenge. There wasn't even a chance to dodge many of the insects. The boy was instantly stung, the venom penetrated his skin, and within seconds he lost consciousness.
  Oleg woke up at the selection panel, now offering an additional weapon selection. The boy wanted a rematch and accepted a new fight. It might not be entirely fair, but why not protect himself with a force field?
  "I won't let you kill me, fire rats. And I'll take a more powerful weapon, as well as a hypersuit." The child armed himself like an ultra-special forces soldier, even using weapons that weren't yet in service. Now the young Terminator confidently headed into the difficult sector, the passion of annihilation shining in his eyes. Dinosaurs were under attack, they were being exterminated by the dozens, hundreds. Hyperplasma instantly vaporizes animals along with skyscrapers and enormous trees. Nightmare bees, subterranean worms, and flying horrors are also caught in the relentless tornado of death. Butterflies instantly have their glittering wings charred, and their chitinous covering evaporates. Oleg should have chosen the most powerful hyperplasma cascade plasma gun, which is not even in service with the modern army; it can cover an area for tens of kilometers. Now that's fantastic power.
  The boy is overcome by the thrill of destruction; he completely destroys the city, and within half a minute a complete virtual desert forms around it.
  "I did it! I'm a hero, a super-terminator!" Oleg continues to flood everything with a billion-degree-hot hyperplasmic ocean. Then another thought occurs to the boy.
  - I want to change the landscape and destroy these fascists, these fazzans!
  The computer beeps in response.
  -The client's desire is the law.
  And so he finds himself in one of the cities of this parasitic people. Of course, the information is incomplete, but intelligence reports some things, and neutral tourists report others. Although the Fazzani forbid filming their cities, some things are smuggled out illegally.
  First and foremost, they dislike straight lines. The buildings and majestic skyscrapers are beautiful, but chaotically jagged and crooked. Yet, even in their curvature, there's a sense of grace. The colors are typically bright and sparkling, and like the people, there are many fountains and burning multicolored torches. The streets are also very winding, with spiral shapes predominating. These creatures also have a great affinity for giant, spiky flowers, growing specimens over a kilometer tall and typically holding their own discos within the buds. The Fazzans themselves adore variety in form and are terribly dissimilar to one another; many take the forms of cartoon characters, local fantasy fiction, or war heroes. There are also quite a few humans; it's even fashionable to assume human form. The Fazzans, despite their brutal totalitarianism, were a capitalist country, and their markets are chock-full of goods. Genuine women's leather was especially expensive; bags, raincoats, gloves, and other items fetched large sums of money. Some captives were taken to zoos and exhibited for money. Such displays and items always command a high price.
  Nevertheless, little is known about humanity's main enemy, and so Oleg's jaw dropped when he first saw the city, albeit virtual. He blinked for a long time, seeing such a concentration of Fazzans for the first time. Then he remembered that he had killed virtual Fazzans before, in various conditions. Kindergarten, that's serious stuff. But of course, he didn't have such a weapon. Only the one in service with the Russian army. Now he was delighted, having such a chance to fight the hated civilization. Setting the superplasma launcher to medium power, so he could savor the agony of the hated enemy, he pressed the buttons.
  A terrifying eruption of the tame volcano began. Skyscrapers melted and hissed, and the fazzani scattered, firing back. This was no longer a battle, but a cannonade of terror!
  "Here are you, radioactive Nazis! We will exterminate you completely, leaving no survivors." The boy felt satisfaction. The groans of wounded and dying creatures could be heard. Hyperplasma spread across the surface, everything turning into shattered pieces of quarks. Fighters appeared in the sky, then enormous starships. They opened up with dense laser-plasma fire, trying to crush the impudent worm.
  However, the absolutely impenetrable field withstood all the blows, and the child shot down the ships with return fire, like a seasoned player shooting billiard balls with a cue.
  Oleg gradually intensified the fire, widened the beam, and raised the temperature. Gradually, the magnificent city began to resemble a chain smoker's ashtray; the merciless boy was erasing it from the map, leaving only melted sand covered in flames. The ever-increasing cries of the Fazzani suddenly died down, the desert stretched to the horizon, and only the attack from above continued. This one-sided massacre only resembled it. Oleg increased the power even more and directed it upward. It seemed the sky was ablaze, and the apocalypse had arrived. The air burned and decomposed; at trillions of degrees, a thermonuclear chain reaction could begin, fusing helium and oxygen into heavier elements. In that case, the entire planet could explode. At least, that's what the computer was beeping at the boy. Oleg responded with a sly remark.
  "That depends on what you programmed. Besides, thermoquark bombs have exploded and fallen on various worlds, and never once has it caused a chain reaction."
  - But our theoretical calculations indicate that this is quite realistic.
  "A theory is only worth something when it's confirmed by practice. And what are theorists? Disillusioned practitioners," Oleg said pompously, pleased with his coherent thought.
  - You, boy, can't be allowed to try out the newest weapons.
  "That's not for you to decide, plasma computer. In the meantime, I'll raise the ultralaser's temperature to quintillions of degrees." Oleg spun the drum, reaching the maximum scale for the superplasma launcher. Then there was a blaze, so intense that it triggered what the "wise" computer had warned about. A radiant flash filled the entire sky; Oleg was only spared from being blinded by the protective field.
  "Well, that's awesome! I haven't seen such a majestic sight in a long time! However..." Oleg raised a finger; he was a smart boy. "All life, and therefore the Fazzan civilization, on this planet has been destroyed. Now all you have to do is count the points."
  -But you didn't take into account the side effects.
  The ground beneath the boy partially evaporated and partially melted, and he, pulled by virtual gravity, flew down into the embrace of plasma hell.
  - You see, you could have been captured, and even a force field wouldn't have saved you.
  "But I foresaw that; I have antigravity in my hypersuit." I broke free from the searing embrace.
  The boy did just that, breaking free from the blazing streams into space. Enemy ships were already waiting for him there. Oleg took up the fight, destroying the incoming vessels. They literally dotted the vacuum and glided between garlands of stars that sparkled like precious stones.
  - Well, well! This is spectacular! The boy's eyes widened. - I'll try to burn these cavalcades along with the luminaries.
  And Oleg sent out hyperplasmic streams in the widest range.
  - If you want to destroy the stars, then this is not realistic, this type of weapon is not powerful enough.
  "Are you saying that's not included in your program? What a shame. Although then I'll try to narrow the beam." The boy performed certain manipulations, and the stream of particles emitted from the multi-barreled hypercannon converged into a single line.
  "Now I'll try to shoot you down. A star fell from the sky-a bright crystal! I'll sing you a song about my dear Stalin." He suddenly remembered the resonant, beautiful name of one of the great heroes of antiquity. They studied history; Stalin was an outstanding military leader who won the Great Patriotic War and the Second World War. Now he aimed the beam at the star and waited for it to reach him, since the speed of hyperplasmic travel is only a hundred thousand times greater than the speed of light. Meanwhile, other Fazzan starships attacked the boy. Heavy cumulative missiles exploded, pounding Oleg like surf during a storm. His armor surrounded him like a bubble, withstanding all the numerous volleys, and yet he felt a heat rise inside. A trickle of sweat ran down the boy's forehead. The boy stopped extinguishing the stars for a moment and pounced on the enemy ships. It was far more effective, but there was one downside: their eyes were dazzled by too much. Oleg then divided the destructive substance into ten streams. Now things were much better. The starships exploded, disintegrated into atoms, some were cut into several pieces.
  At that moment, one of the cybernetic stars exploded and the charge went off.
  "Bang! Boom! Bang! This is great! Now let's take on the vultures." The boy used all ten of his fingers to aim and fire. This helped him quickly destroy his enemies, and a simple touch of the beam was enough to completely destroy them. The child beamed, bringing him incredible pleasure and delight.
  "That's what I'd do in a real war! Press the button and all that's left is charred shrapnel. Bravo encore!" However, even such annihilation required a tremendous amount of mental effort; the boy had already experienced the skill of each finger pressing the right button. But you only have two eyes, and you simply don't have time to incinerate all those plasma-spitting bastards. The main problem is targeting, especially since the enemy doesn't stand still, they maneuver; starships pirouette, approach the target, jump, trying to throw off your aim. You're already firing without aiming, relying on instinct and intuition. Oleg was surprised himself, but the results were still good, and the enemy's onslaught didn't weaken. More and more ships arrived at the battlefield, simply emerging from space.
  "Damn it! They'll crush me!" The child whistled. "It's not for nothing that I have enhanced genetics. A simple boy would have gone mad, but I continue to exterminate the hordes of darkness."
  The game of all-in had dragged on for far too long, but Oleg seemed to show no signs of fatigue. On the contrary, all the starships were different, in size, tonnage, shape, and weapon types. All this couldn't help but amuse the boy. But even in the heat of battle, thoughts kept coming to his little head: where is the logical conclusion? After all, you can stand here and shoot until the second coming.
  - I want to finish the game, tell the computer how to win.
  -You are too smart a man, try to achieve victory yourself.
  Oleg shook his fist at the recalcitrant virtual mind. Now the boy was thinking only about revenge and hurting the computer. The easiest way was to infect it with a virus. Viruses are very easy to create; you can even use the plasma computer's program. However, it's inconvenient to create a virus and simultaneously repel attacks. In these circumstances, it's better to focus on one thing at a time. Noticing that the enemy was attacking most actively from a constellation resembling a scorpion, Oleg headed toward what he thought was the enemy's general headquarters. As it turned out, he was right; the enemy starships were gradually becoming more and more intense. They were emerging in gigantic groups from what looked like a black hole. Seven planets in his path actively fired at the boy. Oleg fired back. The first red, sublunar one bulged and then exploded.
  "That's how you got your doves. Now you'll know how to bite a man." The boy bared his teeth and continued firing.
  A second blue planet thundered, followed by a third green one. The remaining bodies retreated in panic, trying to escape. Oleg shot down two more large targets, and the rest managed to escape, hiding behind the cloak of invisibility.
  "That's what the dastardly Yankees got." The boy remembered another curse word. During World War III, the Americans inflicted massive suffering on their own people. Thanks to Staltigr, this outstanding strategist managed to defeat Russia's two main competitors - the United States and China. World War IV was fought with the Islamic world and Africa. As a result, humanity found itself on the brink of extinction. Oleg knew all this from numerous videos, where these events were described vividly and colorfully, with numerous animation effects.
  "We won't forget, we won't forgive!" the child screamed, focusing all his firepower on the black hole that continued to vomit out starships. Now he could increase his reach, annihilating them by the thousands while simultaneously flooding the "horn of deadly plenty" with hyperplasma.
  Now the boy was so carried away by the process that he forgot about his plans for revenge on the evil computer.
  "That's it, Fazzans, come closer. Damn you, I don't have time to kill you all, you keep coming and coming."
  War isn't just a single battle; it's also a philosophy. A child perceives it as a fun adventure and a very interesting toy. But even in his childish mind, thoughts creep in about whether his mom and dad, or his brother and sister, might die. His sister, already grown up by Oleg's standards, teaches at a paramilitary school, and also dreams of becoming a pilot, or rather, the captain of a combat starship. She is undoubtedly a charming girl, with a precocious figure-an accelerator. It would be good to talk to her, to discuss strategic issues and the prospects for the future of the war. After all, the earthlings must finally reverse the unfavorable tide of the conflict.
  "When will you finally explode?" He yells at the black hole. He's tired of the commotion; he wants normal human interaction. And he's been shooting his fill since infancy. And he still likes it.
  - How stupid of me, I should have grabbed a thermo-creon bomb, it"s a quadrillion times more powerful than a thermonuclear one, then we could have squashed this quagmire.
  The boy gritted his teeth in frustration; he wished he had such a chance. Although, why not? He could come back and update his arsenal.
  "I'm playing a retreat, I need reinforcements." Oleg whistled and turned back.
  "You have no right!" the computer screeched.
  -Why.
  - Your time is up, so get out, brother.
  "It's your time that's kaput!" Oleg was overly vocal. However, you can't argue with a robot; in that very second, he was thrown out. He found himself in the hall, looking dull and gray, the virtual helmet somehow easily slipping off his head and sinking back into place. The game was unfinished, and the boy began to pound his fists.
  "I want more! Dad, buy me a sequel." Tears streamed from the child's eyes.
  Vladimir enjoyed the relaxing nature of the hunt, tracking game and untangling complex clues. Mass murder isn't all that exciting; mystery and cunning are a different matter. So he figured that was enough for the boy for today.
  - Don't pretend, did they teach you to cry in kindergarten?
  "No! Tears are shameful!" Oleg said decisively.
  -So why are you whining?
  - Because it is bitter for me to realize that I have not completed a great task!
  -What great one?
  "I didn't destroy the center where the Fazzans are produced. These beasts of unknown breed continue to poison the universe. If you're my true father, maybe you'll let me eliminate them."
  -That's what you want, but we don't have much time left, and besides, you probably want to meet your sister?
  "Of course I do, but the radioactive beasts need to be finished off. Just imagine what other commander could interrupt such a promising operation."
  -Okay. I'll give you another five minutes, and not a second more.
  - Deal, I'll make it just in time.
  Having received a new, brief carte blanche, the boy dove into the room. He was so eager to put on his helmet that he nearly hit his head. Then he dove back into the imaginary world. His next step was to grab the yet-to-be-created thermo-creon bomb, which existed only in the projects. Just in case, he even grabbed two of them. He double-checked the absolutely impenetrable force field and dove to the level where the image sparkled and the words "autosave" were displayed. Now the boy felt very confident. He almost immediately dropped the bomb, but then miscalculated the computer's response capabilities. It was sliced by laser beams before reaching the black hole. The explosion resounded, weakened; the main charge had not been deployed, but it was nonetheless menacing. The flash was incredibly bright, blinding, and hundreds of thousands of starships were vaporized at once, disappearing into an ocean of death. The protective bubble, however, held up and the boy thanked the computer that there was no deception here.
  Then came a new one, like the dying onslaught of an innumerable stream of enemy ships. Oleg involuntarily closed his eyes, continuing to blunt the relentless onslaught. He had very little time left, and victory was nowhere in sight. Desperation suggested a solution. He activated his hypersuit's gravity booster and rushed toward the black hole, employing ramming tactics. He had to literally gnaw through metal and solid rows of armored bodies. The force field's casing became so hot that his skin literally peeled off. He broke through to the depths, coming up against the dense substance from which the enemy ships were emerging. The boy caught his breath with difficulty, and then spoke.
  Glory to Great Russia! The Russian warrior never surrenders, but always wins! The thermo-creon bomb will explode.
  What happened was so horrific that the child lost consciousness from the concussion. He woke up in the playroom with his helmet removed. His father was gently slapping his cheeks, his mother was pinching his nose. The nation's hero had regained consciousness.
  - Phew! And I thought my brain was fried.
  -You weren't far from it, such powerful bombs must be thrown with great care.
  "But it's so grandiose. We don't even have thermopreon rockets yet, but I believe they will appear in time."
  "They're already being developed. True, those Fazzan barbarians, judging by everything, already have them. But they keep the conquered worlds for themselves and therefore use them very sparingly."
  - Well, when we deal with them, Dad. It's not life with a gun to your ear.
  - I agree, but soon your dad will go on a mission that will speed up the victory over the evil enemy.
  - I believe you! In the meantime, inspired by the battle, I wrote some poetry; would you like to read it?
  - Go ahead. It will be interesting to listen to.
  Evil clouds hang over the Motherland
  The sky is in the bloody foam of death!
  But our squad of dashing flying fighters
  It will smash the legions into dust and fragments!
  Russia will be famous for its holiness throughout the centuries.
  I love you with all my heart and soul!
  Spread from edge to edge
  She became a mother to all people!
  The stars shine in the sky for the Fatherland
  The galaxies are dancing with delight!
  I burn in plasma, having forgotten my fear
  Courage is not a subject for lies and bargaining!
  CHAPTER No 16.
  There were shifts of one kind or another on all fronts. The anti-Soviet coalition was advancing on a massive scale, including in the Far East, Mongolia, and Central Asia, not to mention its advance into Transcaucasia and the European part of the USSR.
  Some very significant events also took place in occupied Minsk.
  A tank column led by Kube, SS Colonel Palekh, and Ilse the Bloody Wolf moved through Minsk. The city had surrendered practically without a fight, so the damage was minimal. In daylight, the capital looked beautiful and tidy, as almost all cities did after Stalin imposed strict order on the Soviet Union! Every official bore the strict responsibility for the cleanliness of their city. Failure to do so risked arrest and even execution. Contrary to the fairy tales peddled by German propaganda, the Soviet people lived quite well-better than most European nations, even the French. Stores were filled with cheap goods, both food and manufactured goods. The Nazi soldiers looked on with the hungry eyes of ravenous wolves.
  Cuba ordered:
  - Come on, let's try the taste of Russian sausage!
  The Nazis didn't hesitate to burst into the store. The salesgirls screamed hysterically as machine gunfire rained down on them. The Nazis killed the beauties without a trace of shame. They cast their predatory glances everywhere, even baring their teeth. One girl was shot in the stomach, and she writhed. The Nazis grabbed another and began beating her. They tore off her robe, exposed her breasts, and pinched them with their rough paws.
  Cuba ordered:
  - Hang her by the ribs from the hook! Let her hang and twitch!
  They grabbed the girl, stripped her completely, and dragged her outside. There, they began to lash her with soldiers' buckles, cutting her body open. Then, with a sharp movement, they hoisted her onto a hook.
  The fair-haired beauty trembled and lost consciousness from the pain shock.
  Meanwhile, the fascists were busily stuffing sausages, rolls, saltines, and chops into their mouths, and breaking open tin cans. They looked like complete savages, causing a complete madhouse, breaking the bones of passersby.
  The Nazis shot several children in the legs and then danced on them, performing a wild dance.
  Cuba replied:
  - What a charming thing! Let's go skating.
  Women and children, still alive, were piled up, and then a tank drove over them, crushing their bones. It was a horrific sight, with blood oozing from the bodies in dots and the tracks leaving a reddish-brown trail. There was screaming and crying.
  Ilsa the wolf herself strangled two twelve-year-old boys, and a third was hung upside down and sawed through with a rusty saw. It all looked so horrific that even some of the SS men felt sick. Ilsa, however, squealed with delight, reveling in the torment.
  Then the fascists set fire to the store, unceremoniously seizing a large supply of food. They stopped a woman with a stroller, snatched the baby from her arms, and threw it unceremoniously into the flames. Kube roared at the top of his lungs:
  - Death to the little bitch!
  The woman tried to throw herself away, but her clothes were torn off and her breasts were cut off. When she lost consciousness, she was thrown into the fire.
  Pelekha hiccupped:
  "We're being very humane! This woman, from Bolshevik hell, will go straight to heaven."
  Cuba replied:
  - Yes, that's true! Only not to heaven, but to the hell of the Bolsheviks.
  After which the fascists fired several shots at the neighboring twelve-story building, setting it on fire.
  Ilsa suggested:
  - Maybe we should start a fire and destroy all the houses in this ugly city.
  Cuba noted:
  "Belarusians are an inferior people! Worse than the monkeys that jump from trees! They should be treated like lice, crushed and strangled!"
  Ilsa noted:
  "Still, these macaques are pretty good builders. I didn't compare them to lice or cockroaches."
  Cuba asked:
  - And with whom?
  - Moths! Look how many blond-haired children there are. And how nice it is to torment cute blue-eyed blondes.
  Cuba replied:
  "Yes, most Belarusians are blond and blue-eyed. They're a cowardly nation that you can beat up, but they won't fight back! Anyway, watch the movie; they're coming to make a film."
  Ilsa threw:
  - Let's prepare a meeting for them.
  The Nazis herded a whole bunch of children in. They selected several of the skinniest and forced them to dress in rags. The barefoot, ragged children were also smeared with dirt to make them look as pitiful as possible. Then the cameraman began filming. The voiceover began to comment:
  "See how emaciated these poor Russian children are, under the heel of Bolshevism. They're hungry and ragged, looking like animals. We brought the Russians liberation from deep slavery, full of pain and humiliation. The damned Bolshevism destroyed its own people first and foremost. Now we're freeing the Russians from the Judeo-Bolshevik hordes. Such is the bloody rule of the Jews!"
  Ilsa noted:
  - Interesting nonsense!
  Cuba noted:
  "The more delusional the lie, the more often it's believed! For example, I know many respectable German women who pray to a portrait of Hitler instead of Christ."
  Ilsa objected:
  - I pray to the Führer myself! What a weakling Christ I am, he couldn't even defend himself! Shame!
  Pelekha added:
  - Jesus is also a Jew!
  Ilsa objected:
  - His father is the Roman legionary Panther.
  Pelekha laughed:
  - It's all gossip!
  Cuba noted:
  - I myself turn to the Fuhrer before the battle, because the great universal ruler himself is on his side!
  Ilsa asked:
  - Satan?
  Cuba replied:
  - No! I believe that evil has existed forever, and will continue to exist forever. In fact, the entire universe is full of evil, and only occasionally do isolated islands of goodness appear! That's the way the universe works!
  Ilsa replied:
  - An interesting theory!
  Pelekha added:
  - And similar to the truth!
  Not wanting to waste any time, the Nazis began beating the captured residents. They simply beat them with rifle butts and herded them into a group. Then they doused them with gasoline from a hose and set them on fire. The sight of people burning alive, while being unceremoniously stabbed with bayonets, was truly tragic. So much tears and blood was shed, so much crying and screaming, and the heart-rending groans of children being murdered.
  Ilsa said breathlessly:
  - Now that's what I call a showdown with the Russians.
  Pelekha impaled the girl on his bayonet and raised her higher. The little beauty's dress was on fire, and the executioner's fingers were stained with blood. The SS colonel bared his teeth and yelled:
  - This is how it will be with all the enemies of the Third Reich.
  Ilsa mostly tried to torture the boys by disemboweling them. She acted like a bastard, singing:
  "I'm a tough girl, stronger than a she-wolf! And I ended up in Russia, what could happen? I kill Russians, those stupid Belarusians! I tear everyone apart, and throw the cowards into the pit!"
  The fascists' screams grew louder, and their atrocities became more sophisticated. They strung up exposed cables and turned on the electricity, inflicting devastating blows on women and children. There were few adult men left; some had been drafted into the army, some had gone to work, or were fighting with weapons in hand. The fighting became increasingly chaotic!
  Cuba sang:
  Bitch guts of the Russians,
  Funeral march!
  Go to hell, cowards,
  Human mince!
  When the interview with the children ended, the Nazis herded them into the charred remains. They deliberately scattered coals so that the ragged children would burn their bare feet and cry. It all resembled a horrific orgy of sadists.
  The operator ordered:
  - Now change into your Soviet uniform!
  Cuba asked:
  - And what to do next!
  The head of the propaganda company said:
  - Be as brutal as possible!
  Cuba bared his teeth:
  - And that's all!
  Goebbels' fosterling chirped:
  - For now, yes!
  Ilsa guessed:
  - Then they will show it as Russian atrocities!
  The propaganda officer saluted:
  - You are smart for a woman!
  Ilsa answered proudly:
  - I'm smart even before you!
  The fascists began changing into uniforms brought from the captured warehouse. The propaganda officer suggested:
  -Glue on the beards.
  Cuba replied:
  - Is it worth it? Russian soldiers shave too!
  The officer remarked:
  "Our soldiers have German faces; it's better to cover them up. Their beards might have grown during the war."
  Ilsa agreed:
  "The Russian savages, and our supporters in America, will believe this very much! They're used to thinking of them as barbarians."
  Kube nodded:
  - All the better, it's an honor for Russian pigs. Then go ahead.
  The Russian uniforms fit the German soldiers ill-fittingly. They looked like deranged militarists who had escaped from a mental hospital. The propaganda company officers were driven by two captured Soviet tanks. The Nazis had tied three women to them, hand and foot.
  Cuba grinned:
  - Let's add some height to them!
  The propaganda officer barked:
  - Come on, be more convincing!
  The tanks drove away, tearing the unfortunate girls to pieces. There was so much crying and screaming. Then the Nazis began breaking the legs of the girls and boys, driving their tanks over them. It was a truly horrific massacre.
  Ilsa screamed:
  - That's it! Kick the Russians in the ass!
  Pelekha suggested:
  - Let's drill women's heads!
  Cuba replied:
  - There is nothing better than the eyes!
  The Nazis did terrible things here too. They slowly gouged out women's eyes with red-hot needles. Then they started tearing out their noses with red-hot pliers. So much so that the stench and poisonous hissing sound spread.
  Then they began hanging women by their hair and ripping off their scalps. It was terrifying, like something out of a schizophrenic's delirium. And the Germans, in a frenzy, began pulling out their teeth with pliers. They heated the pliers to make it more painful. Everything was aimed at inflicting more suffering.
  Cuba noted:
  - This is how realistically we staged the play.
  Ilsa replied:
  - What's wonderful! I'm blossoming right before my eyes, it's as magnificent as an Eskimo, have you ever eaten one?
  Cuba replied:
  - Russian ice cream?
  Ilsa replied:
  - Russian!
  Pelekha replied:
  - Russians have natural chocolate!
  Cuba barked:
  - So what! Everything these people do is crap anyway!
  Ilsa replied:
  - Except the children! Russian children are beautiful, with round faces. It's so nice to torment them! The greatest pleasure is breaking their bones.
  Pelekha agreed:
  - It's nice to break a Russian's bone.
  Cuba replied:
  - We have a special woodworking machine, it crushes everything. Especially the bones!
  Ilsa sang:
  - Star-shaped bones fell in a row. A tram ran over a squad of Octobrists! A panther thundered nearby! All Russians will have a big...
  Ilsa's words were cut off by a burst of machine gun fire, and several Germans fell. Kube began to yell:
  - Destroy the bug!
  The Germans returned fire, simply trying to dislodge their enemy. Throwing lead in all directions, they scattered, trying to spot the brave fighter.
  The shots became less frequent; the fascists spotted their source and began converging on the spot. At that moment, a burst of gunfire erupted from the opposite side of the building. The fascists began to fall again. Confused, Kube hurriedly called for reinforcements on the radio. His voice trembled and choked:
  "A large band of partisans has just attacked!" squealed the future chief executioner of Belarus. "Send reinforcements."
  Though the shots, which were rarely fired, were accurate, one of them struck a special propaganda company officer squarely in the head. Another nearly killed Ilsa the Wolf, cutting off a clump of hair and knocking off her cap. The executioner jumped aside.
  - What a bastard partisan! I don"t know what I"ll do with you!
  The battle continued, more and more Fritzes came running. They tried to encircle the firing arc. They threw grenades. But there were only two fighters firing at them.
  Cuba commanded:
  - Take the bastards alive! We'll interrogate them so hard they'll regret being born!
  They managed to surround one of the shooters, then the Nazis rushed at him. A couple of shots followed, and suddenly a boy jumped out in front of the Nazis. He was bare-chested, very muscular, with blond hair and a mask. The little ninja held two daggers in his hands, and with a quick leap, he ducked under the Nazi and slashed open his stomach.
  - No one will stop me! I'm a Soviet soldier!
  The boy shouted defiantly. The boy kneed the nearest Nazi in the groin. He doubled over. Then the young fighter slashed the nearest Nazi across the throat. He collapsed. They tried to grab the boy, but his naked body was covered in oil, and their hands slipped.
  - What do you get, fascists!
  The Nazis shouted back:
  - You'll get a mangy puppy!
  The boy continued to strike, blow after blow. He was incredibly fast, and the daggers in his hands worked like propellers. The large SS men couldn't keep up with the boy's movements. Terrible cuts followed. There were too many Germans, and they were terribly interfering with each other.
  Cuba continued to yell:
  - Alive! Take him alive!
  The hunt for the boy continued! A rifle butt hit the boy in the chest. He fell, but immediately executed a leg sweep, knocking down the fascist. Then he finished off another enemy with a dagger.
  - Take it, Hitler's fosterling!
  He managed to jump over two more and slip between the bodies. Then a pair of fascists collapsed again, bleeding.
  The boy dove between the Nazis' legs and slipped through their boots, severing his ankles in the process. The Nazis fell, huddled together. A terrible crush ensued.
  The boy stuck a dagger into the eye of an SS officer and made a nose:
  - You'll get it yet, bastards!
  The Germans began cursing. The boy hurled three grenades he'd managed to snatch from the Nazis into their ranks. The Germans retreated, and the boy, his bare heels darting, ran as fast as he could. German shepherds rushed after him, but a quarter-sized grenade took them down, too. One of the most stubborn dogs continued its pursuit. It rushed into the basement after the boy, only to be immediately met with the merciless point of a dagger. The boy disappeared into the sewer system. The Nazis rushed after him, but were met with a tripwire grenade. This treat finally dampened his fighting spirit. The boy, himself glancingly wounded, escaped. He jumped over a pipe and crawled on.
  It looks like he managed to get away.
  Another shooter's fate was worse. The Germans threw grenades at him, apparently wounding him. But the soldier didn't give up, plunging his dagger into the chest of the nearest Nazi and shouting:
  - And the Motherland and Stalin.
  Another Nazi was stabbed in the neck. The boy shouted:
  - For the glory of communism!
  A wave of stinking, sweaty bodies descended on the boy. Though he fought back, the agile Ilsa the wolf managed to land a sweep, then dragged him out. The boy met her with a knee to the solar plexus. Ilsa twisted, but the boy was immediately grabbed by other rough hands.
  Pelekha jumped up to the prisoner:
  - And this little devil put up stubborn resistance to us?
  The Nazis confronted a boy, who had suffered a deep wound to his shoulder. He had dark hair and a handsome, pleasant Slavic face, occasionally contorted by a grimace of pain.
  Pelekha muttered:
  - Yes, he is still a child, and he put up such stubborn resistance to us, killing our soldiers.
  Ilsa, her face blue and breathing heavily, said:
  - Even though he's a boy, he almost killed me! I suggest we douse him in gasoline and set him on fire.
  Kube snorted:
  - It's too easy!
  Pelekha asked:
  - And what do you suggest?
  Cuba spoke slowly:
  - We'll send him to the Gestapo, where they'll torture him for a long time until they beat all the information out of him.
  Ilsa howled:
  - Just let them allow me to torture him personally!
  Cuba promised:
  - We'll negotiate this with the executioners, but for now let's tie up the little brat, and quickly.
  Pelekha said:
  - Just let them bandage him up so he doesn't bleed out prematurely. You have to be careful with the son of a bitch.
  Kube winced:
  - These Russian sons of bitches are a very resilient race.
  The boy was tied up, and Ilsa approached him and, unable to resist, burned the child's bare heel with her cigarette. The boy winced and groaned only when the rope around his elbows was tightened.
  Ilsa chuckled:
  - And it will not be so for you!
  Then she snorted contemptuously and turned on her heel. The boy fell silent; they took him away to be executed.
  Meanwhile, the Nazis began collecting the corpses and the wounded. It seemed they'd been dealt a hard blow; after all, they hadn't come here to play with trinkets. Ilsa even burst out laughing:
  "This is how Russian children fight! Just two boys and so many corpses, but what will happen when the adults take over?"
  Cuba replied:
  "Russian children have always been crazy! It wasn't for nothing that Hitler said: a German soldier in the East must be cruel to everyone, regardless of whether it's a girl or a boy."
  Ilsa noted:
  - Maybe we should use our children in battles?
  Kube nodded:
  "Nobody's stopping you from doing that! For example, a unit of the Hitler Youth will arrive soon. They won't be sent to the front; they'll fight the partisans."
  Pelekha was surprised:
  - Do you think there will be partisans in Belarus?
  Cuba replied:
  - Of course they will!
  Pelekha snorted contemptuously:
  - Belarusians are too cowardly to lay a paw on the German masters.
  Kube snorted:
  "We just saw how cowardly they are! We need to be prepared for anything, including a serious dressing down from the treacherous Russians. Besides, I heard there are special cells for guerrilla operations."
  Pelekha asked:
  - What do you mean? After all, the Russians were planning to attack Germany.
  Kube grunted:
  "They planned it, but they didn't even prepare any shells for the new T-34 tanks. This is some strange behavior."
  Pelekha raised an eyebrow:
  - What can you expect from an inferior race? You can't deny that Russians are flawed. Both in mind and body!
  Cuba objected:
  - As for the body, I wouldn't say so! Their women are quite pretty. Especially when they scream in pain.
  Pelekha was delighted:
  - Their women have loud voices! Maybe we'll have some fun with them!
  Kube nodded:
  - Not a bad idea at all!
  The fascists dragged in several women and began their horrific fun, which caused groans and screams to be heard.
  The Nazis held flaming torches to the girls' bare feet, causing them to scream, and a strong smell of burning emanated from the air, like roasting lamb.
  Pelekha noted with a smile:
  - It will be so delicious here!
  Ilsa noted with a predatory grin her white, sharp, wolf-like teeth:
  - And it would be nice to feast on the flesh of a boy of about fourteen. It's very appetizing!
  Kube chuckled and noted:
  - Eat a boy? That's great! Although, I prefer girls. It's especially nice to fry their breasts!
  And the villains roared:
  Let there be rivers of blood,
  Flowing along the ground...
  Let them groan in pain,
  Fires everywhere!
  Let death devour,
  The harvest of human bodies,
  The planet is suffering, chaos reigns!
  The greatest Adolf is planting behind us,
  He rules cruelly and strikes savagely...
  But an SS soldier is not an artist at all,
  And he can finish you all off in the heat of the moment!
  Several boys appeared with their hands bound behind their backs. They were burned from the waist down, and their childish torsos were lacerated by whips, with burn marks visible!
  Ilsa the wolf roared:
  - Now it's really time for them to pay the price!
  Cuba noted:
  "The racks are already prepared. And some very cruel torture awaits them!"
  Pelekha took the red-hot tongs out of the fire and roared:
  - Now these Soviet runts are going to suffer such a terrible thing! It's beyond the power of words, beyond the power of words!
  CHAPTER No 17.
  Let's skip the horrific details. Battles raged on the fronts of the Great Patriotic War.
  The Soviet units retreated. Here's one of them fighting near Borisov. The remnants of seven battalions and six light field guns dug in in the forest.
  The Nazis tried their best to flush out the soldiers. Tanks crept toward their positions, first from one side, then from the other. Their engines humming, they circled the forest, crushing the young birches and aspens at the edges, but they didn't go a hundred meters deep, accustomed to rolling along smooth fields and paths. Tanks and mortars, pulled up close, fired at the forest at random, shells and mortars exploding, snatching up spruce trees yellowed by the heat and splintering the tops of old pines, but hitting almost no one-the soldiers had dug themselves into the ground. The forest groaned with the crackling, strident explosions, the tree trunks drowned in a yellowish fog of gunpowder-the suffocating stinging and sour taste of smoke lingered until nightfall.
  Soviet artillerymen set up their guns on the narrow, grass-covered roads and returned fire sparingly but menacingly. One enemy tank, a brazen T-3, dared to penetrate the Soviet lines and was blown up by a mine skillfully planted on the road by our sappers. Aircraft also swooped in, dropping bombs indiscriminately like capricious children. The dead were buried right there, under the birch trees, and the wounded were sent to the "Rear"-to the center of the perimeter defense, a cozy convoy under the care of nurses.
  By evening, the tanks began to retreat-away from harm's way, ready to receive reinforcements in the morning and attack with renewed vigor. Thus, the soldiers were given the night, which offered rest and renewed hope.
  Colonel Artem Galushko decided that it was not the time for the Russian soldier to passively wait for events and proposed a short meeting of commanders.
  - We need to go on the offensive while it's still dark and deal a strong blow to the damned Fritzes!
  Major Lebedko noted:
  "Attacking the enemy with infantry alone, isn't it too risky? We could simply be wiped out."
  Galushko replied:
  "It's even better without tanks; they make a lot of noise, which will immediately give away the attack. And the infantry will creep in quietly, and we'll hit the enemy head-on with rifle shots and grenades."
  Major Petrova agreed:
  "Our army is an offensive army; it's not fitting for a Soviet soldier to sit on the defensive! I propose we attack the Germans with all our might. They're exhausted after the long march and are now fast asleep. Besides, their previous victories have made them overconfident."
  Colonel Galushka ordered:
  - Let's set out immediately, the summer night is short.
  Petrovna noted:
  - And it's about to rain!
  Galushko asked:
  - Are you sure?
  The major replied:
  - We women are very sensitive in this matter!
  A couple thousand soldiers, some lightly wounded, scattered among the trees, moved toward the village of Korovye, where German soldiers were dozing. The soldiers moved at a half-run through the forest, and upon reaching the fields, their commanders gave a stern command:
  - Move on all fours!
  It started to rain, and crawling through the mud was uncomfortable. The soldiers were as dirty as miners. They approached the village in this filthy state. Tanks were parked on the outskirts. They were of various sizes and types, several homemade machine gun towers, and a self-propelled gun with a howitzer.
  The Germans, of course, weren't stupid and kept guard, but they raised the alarm much too late. The silence of the July night was shattered by bursts of machine gun fire, and the soldiers returned fire.
  Galushka commanded:
  - Attack, fighters!
  Shouts of hurrah followed! The soldiers rushed to the assault. Grenades flew like piles of stones, explosions rang out. The first huts caught fire, and Germans began to jump out, only to be immediately caught in the crossfire.
  Grenades were thrown at tanks, the armor of light vehicles was crumpled, and some of the German structures caught fire.
  Petrovna was one of the first to charge, screaming desperately. Machine guns and automatic weapons fired at the soldiers almost point-blank. Russian soldiers fell, sustaining terrible wounds, but continued to attack with furious abandon.
  So they clashed with the Germans in hand-to-hand combat. This is where Moskin's rifle showed its advantage. Heavier than the German rifle, it was an excellent club, smashing fascist heads.
  There were more Germans than Russians, but half-dressed and half-asleep, they were lousy fighters. They were thrashed unceremoniously, breaking arms and bones. Galushko, as befits a field commander, fired his rifle straight at his opponent's head. Then, rushing forward, he plunged his bayonet into the chest of a tall officer. The officer, already in his death throes, slammed his fist into Artyom's face, leaving a massive bruise under his eye. The Germans' hand-to-hand combat training was poor. They stabbed and felled hundreds. Behind them, the mown-down ranks fell.
  Artem shouted:
  - Reach the commandant's office! Make a maneuver!
  The battle grew increasingly fierce. A crack SS company entered the fray. The fascists, large in size, were well-versed in hand-to-hand combat, making them more difficult to master. But the Soviet soldiers fought desperately. They saw what fascism brought to their people-all the grief and misery, the incredible cruelty of Hitlerism. And anger, especially when righteous, can work miracles.
  With roars and whoops, the soldiers stormed the commandant's office, and the slaughter began. The Nazis scattered, falling under the Russian attacks. Suddenly, however, the situation escalated: a German tank appeared in the rear. Firing with all its machine guns, it rained down on the Russians. Several other tanks followed, spewing streams of fire and lead. Soviet soldiers perished and fell. Grenades and Molotov cocktails hurled themselves at the Nazis. German reinforcements arrived, and the battle somewhat evened out. The fighting raged with unprecedented ferocity. The scales swung back and forth.
  Major Petrova was seriously wounded in the stomach and fell. Several dead soldiers fell near her. An officer's leg was severed. The woman tried to crawl away, but a German stepped on her hand.
  - What a Russian pig, you want to leave!
  Petrova tried to turn around, but three more Germans rushed up to her. They were young, hot-blooded men. Without thinking twice, they tore off Petrovna's tunic and boots, threw off her belts, and began raping her.
  - She has such a big tits! It's just like a cow's udder!
  The woman, with great difficulty and sheer force, reached for the grenade launcher and yanked the ring. The grenade launcher exploded, cutting the young, lewd stallions to pieces with shrapnel. The woman, not yet thirty, was also killed, so young and pretty, with snow-blond, curly hair. More and more reinforcements were arriving for the Nazis on motorcycles! The scales began to tip in their favor.
  Seeing this, the Soviet soldiers fought with even greater ferocity.
  Galushko shouted:
  - Not a step back! We will fight tenaciously! Forward to the attack! Let's engage the enemy in close combat!
  The soldiers charged forward with all their fury. It seemed as if the sky and earth had changed! The ferocity grew so intense, it was as if stars had fallen from the heavens, bringing their own heat and fervor.
  The Soviet soldier is terrifying in close combat, resistant to wounds, and rushes forward with incredible ferocity.
  Major Lebedko suffered several wounds but remained in the line. He was dying and did not surrender, staggering but not falling. Finally, with a final effort, he overthrew the enemy, piercing him with his bayonet. Several machine-gun bursts pierced him. Lebedko, in his death throes, swung his rifle butt once more, crushing the German's head before falling. A triumphant cry echoed throughout the Nazi camp.
  - The Russians are falling! Beat them!
  But despite heavy losses, the Soviet soldiers had no intention of retreating. They even managed to drive the Nazis from the outskirts of the village. The Nazis retreated. Fighters and a Ju-87 ground attack aircraft appeared from above, rushing at low altitude, unleashing their wrath on the Soviet soldiers. The Soviets, however, did not remain in debt. Grenades were hurled at the Nazis in response, and one of the low-flying ground attack aircraft was shot down.
  But several dozen Soviet huts were burned down, and the Soviet fighters were pushed back again. The soldiers were falling, their strength ebbing. Colonel Galushko shouted in anger:
  - Don't retreat and don't surrender! Stand to the death, for Lenin, for Stalin. For the glory of the fatherland!
  The soldiers were holding on with all their might! The colonel himself was wounded four times and began to bleed. All the soldiers and officers around him died. The colonel's legs gave way, and a whole wave of fascists rushed towards him.
  - Russiš švajn! Du ist epig! - they shouted. - Stalin kaput.
  With a final effort, he detonated a mine with his bloody hands, scattering a couple of dozen fascists in all directions.
  The commander's death didn't break the other soldiers. They fought desperately, ignoring retreat, preferring death. And no one asked for mercy; everyone fought with utmost effort, taking down as many fascists as possible. One of the soldiers, a boy of about sixteen, threw himself under a tank with a bottle of Molotov cocktail, despite being mown down by a burst of fire. It was a terrifying sight; the last soldiers fell, forgetting all battle and fear! It was the death of heroes. A young nurse, before dying, managed to climb a machine-gun tower (the fascists had fled) and raised the victory banner. She sang:
  Victory awaits! Victory awaits! Our great Soviet people! From harvest to sowing, we are ready to work the whole year!
  Then she fell, riddled with bullets. Thus ended the glorious Komsomol member's life. Her bright face beamed with the radiant smile of a true victor. The enraged Nazis trampled her body, tearing it apart with bayonets.
  Although the war didn't go as we'd hoped, it also didn't turn out as the Nazis had planned. Soviet troops fought stubbornly and heroically, demanding no quarter, displaying valor. But unfortunately, as always, there were cowards and traitors who, due to their brutal nature, defected to the Nazis. Unfortunately, this also happened, as did mass surrenders, which was a disgrace. So Stalin was certainly right when he introduced brutal repressions against the families of those who surrendered. To be fair, these repressions weren't wholesale; the NKVD investigated each individual case, and it wasn't with a butcher's club, but rather with a surgeon's knife. And of the former prisoners of war, only eight percent were repressed, and even then, most of them for short terms.
  
  Meanwhile, Ruslan (that was him) was thrown into the casemate. The wounded boy was left bound, even chained to the wall by the neck. The Nazis were so afraid of Russian children. The casemate was damp, and not far from the boy, a girl hung chained to the wall. Completely naked, her body a mass of wounds, bruises, piss marks, cuts, and burns, the girl had been tortured. She was unconscious and only moaned softly.
  The boy looked at the walls. The prison was ancient, built during the tsarist era. The walls were thick, and the small window, just under the ceiling, was barred. Ruslan felt like not just a prisoner, but a prisoner of antiquity. Like the legendary rebel Stenka Razin, torture and execution awaited him.
  Ruslan groaned. Could he, an eleven-year-old boy, endure the torture? Would he start crying like a girl? After all, it wasn't fitting for a pioneer to moan and cry. Ruslan turned over; his wound was hurting terribly. His elbows were tied together, and he had to somehow turn to get relief, to change his angle. The terrible pain subsided for a moment.
  The cell stunk terribly. The floor was stained with dried blood. Gnawed bones lay scattered about. People? It was frightening, clearly many prisoners had passed through this cell. Ruslan thought the Nazis had only recently captured Minsk. And when had they managed to wreak such havoc? Could these really be older victims. The NKVD, for example? The boy winced. It was downright terrifying! How difficult it was in this dungeon. There was no one to talk to, and the girl seemed completely stunned. The executioners had apparently tortured her, like the heroes of antiquity. The only question was, why? What harm could a young girl have done to the Nazis? But then again, Ruslan was just a boy, and he had started killing, fighting this scum. The Nazis had placed their nation above all other nations and peoples. In doing so, they had legitimized evil and suffering! No normal person should fight such lawlessness. Besides, the Germans themselves weren't free; they were shackled by the totalitarian apparatus. It stifles every possible initiative and expression of human emotion. Fascism comes from the word "ligament." It mercilessly binds people, turning them into chained slaves. Communism, on the other hand, elevates man, gives him new strength, and stimulates the flame of life. There is a significant difference. Communism is international in nature and universal. Hitlerism elevates only one nation, not all of humanity. This is its flaw. But people share common roots, as has been biologically proven. Both blacks and whites have perfectly healthy and fertile offspring. He, Ruslan, the son of a Gypsy and a Belarusian woman, is quite resilient, not at all a moron, and is ready to fight fascism. Of course, Pavel proved stronger and managed to escape the enemy, killing many Germans. Ruslan, on the other hand, acted like a weakling and was captured. Perhaps he should have saved his last bullet for himself. Although dead, he won't be able to kill another German! And so, he's alive, even if he suffers.
  Ruslan scratched his slightly singed foot on a damp stone. Ilsa found the most painful spot and burned it with a cigarette, causing a blister. But it wouldn't break the brave boy. On the contrary, the pain should become an incentive that would increase his courage. And a pioneer never breaks. The Germans' triumph is temporary. Sooner or later, they will be defeated, just as evil always loses to good. One could argue, of course, that good triumphs only in fairy tales, but in real life, everything is more complicated. But even a fairy tale is only a reflection of reality. After all, much that was a dream has now become reality. Ruslan thought: maybe he is destined to die? That's entirely possible! But does he fear death? If communism triumphs, then he and the other heroes of the Soviet Union will be resurrected for a new, happy, and eternal life. Then he will live in a world without sorrow, suffering, death, and evil! The only thing that matters is that the final victory be achieved! Only then will all fallen heroes be resurrected! And the reign of communism will dawn! A world where the most cherished dreams come true. A universe where man owns everything that exists, everything one can only dream of, and not even always count on success. Such is the complex and multifaceted world. And then other worlds will open their arms to man. So what! Perhaps evil also exists in the boundless expanses of space! It will haunt and torment living aliens. But capitalism will give them freedom too! It will break the bonds of slavery and humiliation. The time and hour of freedom will come, illuminating the earth with its radiant light! And the peoples of darkness will cast off the yoke of darkness, and man will conquer the worlds of the universe! And our grandchildren will remember, in disbelief, how we lived in darkness under an iron heel. We bore the marks of the evil beast, but now we walk in pure and holy faith!
  Ruslan was even surprised at how coherently his thoughts had formed. There was something special and unique about them. It was like during the civil war, when verse was the proletariat's main weapon, while prose was perhaps even somewhat despised and neglected. Now the poet is a prisoner, his pens and lyre, so to speak, in chains. Nevertheless, he doesn't give up and looks forward to a bright future. And what that future will be depends on each person. It's not like one person decides and imposes everything.
  Ruslan said:
  - The future depends on us! Even when it seems like nothing depends on us!
  The boy twisted around, trying to grind the rods. It was a tedious and difficult task, but there was always a chance of success. Ruslan, overcoming the terrible pain, began to grind against the wall. The main thing was not to cry out, not to show weakness. He was a Pioneer, and therefore the embodiment of courage. If he had to fight, then he would fight, and he would surely win! For the glory of the Soviet fatherland.
  The boy rubbed stubbornly, at that moment the girl came to her senses and muttered:
  - Blue bunnies were jumping on the green lawn!
  And then she sank into oblivion again. The boy said:
  "Unfortunate woman! Those damned fascists tortured her! But I believe revenge won't be long in coming! The time for victory over the monsters of humanity is approaching." The boy turned and sang:
  And the flag will shine over the planet,
  There is no holy country in the universe more beautiful!
  And if necessary, we will die again,
  For communism, in the greatness of our cause!
  The pain washed over the boy again; he moved slightly away from the wall and began to jerk his head.
  Then a creaking sound was heard, and five tall SS men entered the cell. Without hesitation, they kicked the boy with their boots and grabbed him by the arms:
  - Let's go, bitch!
  Ruslan knew it was futile to resist. They unfastened his collar. They hit him a couple more times and carried him away. An icy chill washed over the boy, wondering where they were taking him. Could the worst thing really be about to happen?
  Indeed, the boy was being dragged somewhere downwards. And, oddly enough, it was getting warmer. Ruslan suddenly felt much more cheerful: what a disaster! He'll get out of this mess, too.
  They carried him down the steps, slowly descending! Finally, the boy felt the dampness give way to dryness. The executioners carried the child into a fairly spacious room. The walls, however, looked ominous, with various, fantastically shaped instruments hanging from them. The boy saw several blazing fireplaces and a contraption shaped like a rack. There were also numerous stretchers and various torture devices. Ruslan suddenly felt a heaviness in his stomach, a stabbing sensation!
  This is fear! The boy realized that he must not give in to it under any circumstances!
  Ruslan tensed. An SS colonel sat in the room, along with a woman he already knew-the one who had helped capture the boy. Ruslan turned pale; clearly, a difficult fate awaited him if these hardened executioners were about to interrogate a child. No, he wouldn't give in to them, even if he had to scream and scream! But the question was, would he be able to endure it?
  The SS Colonel asked:
  - Name!
  Ruslan remained silent. A whip was lashed at him. The SS colonel repeated again:
  - Tell me your name, little one!
  Ruslan responded angrily:
  - I'm little Stalin!
  The SS colonel snorted:
  - That's the tone of voice that little bastard has! He obviously wants a tougher line.
  Ilsa squealed:
  - Let's fry the boy's heels.
  The SS Colonel asked:
  - Name your accomplices and in this case we will let you go!
  Ruslan replied:
  - All Soviet people are my accomplices, from old man to child!
  The SS Colonel whistled:
  - You're a stubborn creature! You don't understand that we can kill you!
  Ruslan replied:
  - The fascists can kill, but what they cannot do is take away the hope of immortality!
  The colonel shouted:
  - Get started!
  They grabbed Ruslan, cut the ropes, and unceremoniously tore off the bandages. The boy gasped. His arms were forced behind him and brought to the rack. A rope was thrown over his hands. The colonel shouted:
  - Twist the bastard's joints!
  The rope pulled upward. Ruslan felt a hellish pain in his wounded shoulder and groaned:
  - Mom! This is terrible!
  The colonel bared his teeth:
  - You will talk!
  Ruslan shook his head:
  - No!
  Heavy shackles were placed on the boy's legs, and the bones in his shoulders cracked under the terrible pressure. Blood began to flow. The pain was horrific. Ruslan turned pale, his forehead was covered in sweat, and an involuntary groan escaped his lips, but he still found the strength to speak:
  - No! And once again no!
  Ilsa placed a steel ramrod in the fireplace and said with a grin:
  - Dear boy, confess and we will give you some chocolates.
  Ruslan shouted:
  - No! I don't need your filthy ersatz!
  Ilsa screamed:
  - You are such a bitch!
  Then she pulled a red-hot ramrod from the flames and plunged it into the wound. Ruslan had never experienced such pain before; he caught his breath, and lost consciousness from shock.
  Ilsa, like an experienced executioner, began to massage his cheeks and neck, and quickly brought the boy to his senses.
  - Don't hope, bastard, to find oblivion in a saving shock!
  The SS Colonel ordered:
  - Fry his heels.
  The SS executioners immediately lit a small fire, the flames licking the child's beautiful, bare feet. Ilsa, meanwhile, plunged the red-hot ramrod into the wound again. The SS doctor injected the boy with a special drug to sharpen his pain and slow his loss of consciousness. Now Ruslan was overwhelmed by a boundless ocean of suffering, even worse than Dante's Inferno. Two other executioners began driving white-hot pins under the boy's fingernails. Overwhelmed by horrific suffering, Ruslan felt himself on the verge of complete collapse. But suddenly, in his delirium, the image of Stalin appeared before him:
  "What should we do, chief?" the boy asked.
  And Stalin answered smiling:
  - What else can a pioneer do in this situation? Just don't cry! Take a deep breath and sing.
  Ruslan forced a smile:
  - Yes sir!
  The boy tensed up and, with great effort, began to sing in a breaking, but at the same time clear and strong voice, composing it right on the spot:
  He fell into terrible fascist captivity,
  I'm floating on the waves of terrible pain!
  But while bleeding, he sang songs,
  After all, a fearless pioneer is friends with his heart!
  
  And I will tell you firmly, executioners,
  What vile joy you have poured out in vain!
  If a weak person tells me to keep quiet,
  After all, the pain is excruciating and simply terrible!
  
  But I know, I firmly believe,
  Fascism will be cast into the abyss!
  A stream of evil flames will douse you,
  And all who fell will rise again rejoicing!
  
  And our faith in communism is strong,
  Let's fly like a falcon and become higher than all the stars!
  Let rivers of honey and wine flow,
  The whole world will hear the loud horn of advice!
  
  And the pioneer, clutching his machine gun tightly,
  Look higher into the sky, young man!
  And show the wavering an example,
  Your tie is as bright as a carnation!
  
  Fatherland, you mean everything to me,
  My dear mother and the meaning of my entire young life!
  Letting go of this difficult life for now,
  Our people are suffering under evil fascism!
  
  But the red youth strains his will,
  Spit in the bandit's face with the hellish swastika!
  Let the enemies shudder in rage,
  And they will be defeated by the Red Army!
  
  The USSR is a sacred country,
  What has communism given to the peoples!
  How our mother gave us her heart,
  For happiness, peace, hope and freedom!
  There, a boy of about ten sang and demonstrated the extraordinary courage of Soviet children. And it was clear that the Nazis might have formidable E-series tanks, jet aircraft, and even fearsome and invulnerable disc-shaped aircraft. But they lacked the kind of heroism and self-sacrifice unique to Soviet people.
  Ilsa the wolf remarked:
  "What a boy! It's like a piece of steel!"
  Pelekha remarked:
  - Yes, that's exactly the kind of people we have to deal with!
  Ilsa exclaimed:
  - We will destroy them all, and then populate them with Africans and Indians!
  Ruslan exclaimed:
  - You can't hang them all!
  Ilsa growled:
  - Well, we'll show you, Kuzka's mother!
  And the monstrous shrew took and hit the already burnt and scratched beaten boy with hot barbed wire.
  Ruslan's childish head jerked and fell to the side. The boy partisan lost consciousness completely.
  CHAPTER No 18.
  Stalin-Gron received information from various sources. The enemy, with overwhelming numerical superiority, was advancing. The German E-series tanks were very powerful, as were their jet aircraft. The enemy also had a significant advantage in numbers, especially in infantry. Moreover, the infantry was mobile, with many vehicles and motorcycles, plus submachine guns, assault rifles, and machine guns.
  Stopping something like this is extremely difficult. Especially since something similar has happened before in real history, but Hitler didn't have so many troops or such advanced technological advances back then.
  And Japan and its colonies are also pushing in from the east. So, in real history, Hitler fought on two fronts. And now Stalin-Putin is forced to fight on two fronts himself.
  While the debate continued about where to launch a counterattack, the Red Army was only patching up the holes.
  Stalin-Gron ordered tanks to be equipped with active armor. But this took time. Active armor is effective against shaped-charge shells, but not so much against kinetic ones. The Nazis' shells, however, had enormous kinetic energy, and their shells also had uranium cores.
  What else could be done? The T-54 tank still requires some time to master and put into production. Although, in theory, Soviet designers already know everything.
  Gron is no technology expert. He's more of a master of sabotage and guerrilla warfare. And the latter might be a good thing. Both the Taliban and the Iraqi Islamists won precisely through guerrilla warfare. Although the Americans captured Iraq in three weeks. Saddam Hussein, however, never lived to see his victory: he was captured and hanged.
  Stalin-Gron certainly thought about this. Hide somewhere in the Ural Mountains in a bunker and lead the resistance from underground. But the Nazis aren't liberal Americans. They could, in a fight against the partisans, slaughter all the Russians and populate the vast expanses of the USSR with Indians, or Poles, or even Africans.
  So, can you really replicate Afghanistan here? Especially since the Americans may have left, but they destroyed the entire Al-Qa'ida leadership and the Taliban. Mullah Omar died, as did bin Laden and their deputies. So, it's not the most cheerful comparison. True, Stalin wasn't young anymore either. He was either sixty-six in 1946, or maybe sixty-seven if Stalin was born in 1978. Which, however, is precisely what's not known. And I wanted to inhabit a fresher, younger body again. Maybe even a boy's or an elf's.
  In some worlds, for example, elves do not age and live for more than a thousand years.
  And here they've placed a truly insane burden on you. Suvorov-Rezun was right: the smartest thing for Stalin to do would have been to attack first, without waiting for a terrible blow to be dealt, and to do so after securing all the resources of Britain and its colonies, and even the United States and its controlled territories. Stalin had to attack if he wanted to win and survive.
  Although Suvorov-Rezun exaggerated the USSR's tank and air power and clearly underestimated the capabilities of the Wehrmacht, Stalin still had a roughly four-to-one advantage in equipment. But in infantry, in 1941, before mobilization was declared, the Third Reich had the upper hand.
  And to declare mobilization means to reveal one"s plans for a preventive war.
  Stalin was very cautious in his foreign policy. He didn't even dare to launch a special operation against Tito in Yugoslavia. Although military experts claimed that for the Red Army, hardened by the Great Patriotic War, this was a piece of cake! It would only take a couple of weeks, maybe less, especially if the generals of Serbian descent defected to Stalin's side. But the Generalissimo showed restraint, and his troops remained stationary.
  That's why Hitler was never attacked. And as a result, the Führer was able to conquer almost the entire world, and the USSR attacked.
  Stalin-Gron listened to Zhukov's report.
  The famous marshal advised trying to organize a defense along the Dnieper and withdrawing their units beyond the river.
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  - And what are you proposing to do with handing over Kyiv?
  Zhukov objected:
  "Not exactly a great one. I propose holding the line in Kyiv itself. The city is on high ground and can be defended very well. As for the other areas, it's better to retreat beyond the Dnieper."
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  "But in the center, the enemy has already begun crossing the Dnieper in some places. It's probably too late to hold them back here!"
  Zhukov noted:
  "We need to organize counterattacks. We can't hold back the enemy with passive defense alone!"
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  "We need to make more active use of NKVD blocking detachments. They must open fire if our units attempt to retreat. Furthermore, we need to put into practice the order to shoot the family members of those who surrender. Or, more accurately, hang them. Hang a dozen wives and children over twelve on the gallows. And publicize all this. Then people will not surrender like that."
  Zhukov nodded:
  - It's possible! And don't you feel sorry for hanging teenagers?
  Stalin-Gron replied:
  "It's enough that we don't hang those under twelve; they'll be sent to prison orphanages. Let them work there. In Britain, children were working from the age of five, so why shouldn't we do the same? We need both soldiers at the front and workers at the machine tools. The T-54 tank should be put into production immediately, even if it's not fully developed."
  Zhukov noted:
  "That's Voznesensky's fault. Our troops are fighting fiercely. But a major miscalculation was made-they weren't trained to fight defensively. And our troops were unprepared to repel attacks. And the German tanks are stronger than ours. And I won't even mention the enemy's jet aircraft-they have total air superiority!"
  Stalin-Gron remarked with a sigh:
  "I understand! We have too little time to deploy our own jet aircraft. But without it, we can't hold the skies."
  Zhukov suggested:
  - It is necessary to organize a counterattack against the Turkish troops, they are weaker, and here success is possible.
  Stalin-Gron looked at the map. The Turks had surrounded Yerevan and were able to storm Batumi. Their troops were primarily armed with older models of German tanks, as well as obsolete American Sherman tanks. However, even the Sherman is no weaker than the Soviet T-34-85, and that's a fact. But the Turks needed to be attacked-if only they had reserves.
  Stalin-Gron reported:
  - We'll talk about this with Vasilevsky!
  A counterattack against the Ottomans required reserves. During the Great Patriotic War, the USSR built up reserves with astonishing speed. However, during the Ukrainian-Russian War, the same was not true. There were constantly insufficient reserves to exploit partial successes. It was one of the most senseless and bloody wars in human history.
  Marshal Vasilevsky showed a map of the headquarters' reserves. Overall, the counterattack forces were forming quite quickly. Naturally, their level of training and battlefield coordination was questionable. But even during the Great Patriotic War, the combat strength had been poor. And the pilots went into battle with only eight hours of flight time.
  But they fought and, it seems, even won. But now the enemy has an advantage in quantity, not just quality. Something asymmetrical is needed.
  In this case, nothing but guerrilla and sabotage warfare came to mind. Although holding the front is very difficult. The enemy is too numerous.
  The offensive is being waged on a very broad front, in all directions. Given the enemy's overwhelming superiority in numbers, manpower, and equipment, the correct tactic is to stretch the front as much as possible and disperse the USSR's reserves.
  Murmansk is still holding out, but the Nazis have already cut off the railway. And it's surrounded. The situation is alarming.
  The Nazis landed troops in Crimea and began to occupy it.
  There are German and American battleships and aircraft carriers in the Black Sea. And that's alarming.
  Sevastopol has been bombed. And it's hitting with terrible force.
  At sea, the Axis powers had an overwhelming advantage.
  Especially in large surface ships. And the Germans have a lot of submarines, too. Some use hydrogen peroxide. And they move very quickly underwater.
  Stalin-Gron noted with a sigh:
  - Yes, the forces are very unequal.
  But Marshal Vasilevsky also promised that the people's militia would be well-armed and well-trained. And indeed, it was trained even before the war at OVAKHIM.
  And they will fight for every city, village or neighborhood.
  Next came a meeting with Beria. He was tasked with solving the main task: organizing an underground resistance movement and guerrilla warfare in the occupied territories.
  Beria stated:
  Underground organizations are already active. Partisan units are being trained in advance. But the Nazis aren't stupid. They recruit policemen, using local nationalists. The Banderites are particularly problematic. They enjoy the support of the local population, especially in the western regions of Ukraine, and they cause problems.
  Gron-Stalin replied:
  - Discredit Banderovites in the eyes of the local population. Use all kinds of provocations.
  Beria replied:
  "Comrade Stalin is already doing this. And we're working everywhere. There are underground cells in the Far East, too. And they're also working, particularly in Primorye, where the Japanese have entrenched themselves. And they're surrounding Vladivostok."
  Gron-Stalin asked:
  - How about mobilizing prisoners? We need soldiers at the front!
  The People's Commissar of Internal Affairs replied:
  "We need convicts, too, for logging and military factories. But we're already mobilizing former military personnel. It must be said, however, that criminals aren't very reliable and often desert with their weapons. That's why we try not to give weapons to penal prisoners until they reach the front lines."
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  "We need to mobilize more political forces. They're much more reliable, and they're eager to atone for their guilt before the Soviet regime!"
  Beria confirmed:
  "Yes, it's no secret to us that many political prisoners were repressed for no apparent reason! But it's best not to overturn their sentences; let them atone for their guilt with blood!"
  Stalin-Gron lowered his voice and asked:
  - Can you kill Hitler?
  The People's Commissar of Internal Affairs answered confidently:
  "In principle, it's possible. Although the Führer has a large security detail. But Hitler loves a luxurious life; palaces are built for him, he has numerous women in his employ, and he travels around the country and the world. This is, in principle, feasible, despite a couple of elite SS divisions as his personal guard. But the Führer also uses body doubles. Hitler is a daredevil only in words. In reality, he fears assassination, and he has a ton of people who resemble him, both in voice and in face, after plastic surgery."
  Stalin-Gron nodded:
  - I have those too. It's clear that Germany wouldn't be the same without Hitler, and Russia wouldn't be the same without Stalin!
  Beria noted:
  "But we're working on it. There were ideas even before the war, but we'll have to be very careful not to provoke the Germans. We have our own people in the Reich Chancellery and the SS!"
  Stalin-Gron asked:
  - And what about the highest-ranking agent?
  Beria lowered his voice and replied:
  - Head of the Gestapo Müller!
  The leader of the USSR chuckled and asked:
  - Do you have Stirlitz among your agents?
  The People's Commissar of Internal Affairs shrugged his shoulders:
  - I don't remember, Comrade Stalin. I'll try to check the card index!
  Stalin-Gron nodded and continued:
  - Try to protect Müller. And did you try to recruit Schellenberg?
  Beria answered honestly:
  "We tried, but it didn't work! We even worked with Bormann. But that's too high a level. Overall, we've had some success. Although removing the Führer won't be easy!"
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  Hitler's official successor is Göring, but he's hooked on drugs, and it looks like he'll soon be replaced for health reasons. After Hitler, Himmler wields the most power in the Third Reich. He's like your Lavrenty. Do you think he'll want to hand over power to Borovoy?
  Beria shrugged his shoulders and replied:
  A power struggle in the Third Reich will be inevitable. Incidentally, Hitler has children conceived through artificial insemination, but they are still too young, and there are over a hundred of them. So it's unclear which of them is the heir to the throne. Of course, eliminating Hitler would be to our advantage. Just as eliminating Stalin would be to Nazi Germany's advantage.
  The leader of all times and peoples noted:
  - Alas, my Vaska is no match for my successor, just like Yakov!
  Beria responded with enthusiasm:
  - Long live, Comrade Stalin! We don't think about your successor, we serve only you!
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  - That's commendable! Okay, Lavrenty, keep up the good work and be more energetic.
  Next up was Deputy People's Commissar of the Aviation Industry Yakovlev. He announced the serial production of the more powerfully armed Yak-11.
  "This aircraft, Comrade Stalin, has three aircraft cannons-one 37mm and two 20mm. It's our most armed fighter."
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  "The TA-152 has six cannons, and the ME-262 X has five thirty-millimeter cannons each. And most importantly, we don't have serial production of jet aircraft. And there's no quick fix for this problem!"
  Yakovlev nodded with a sigh:
  "To launch jet aircraft, the entire structure would have to be rebuilt. Pilots would need to be trained, the runway would need to be extended, and much more. And fuel consumption would be higher, and that's something we need to understand!"
  Stalin-Gron nodded:
  "I understand that! But perhaps it would be better to focus on lighter, cheaper aircraft. And make the machines as maneuverable as possible, even if armed only with a cannon!"
  The deputy people's commissar nodded:
  "That makes sense, Comrade Stalin. Especially since there are fewer weapons, and the vehicle is simpler to produce, cheaper, and lighter, which means it's more maneuverable."
  Stalin-Gron confirmed:
  - The Germans were too carried away by the vehicle's firepower. Way too much!
  Yakovlev noted:
  "But they can use their fighters, with their powerful armor and weapons, as attack aircraft and frontline aviation. For example, their propeller-driven TA-152 is a real workhorse and a jack of all trades. We'd love to have an aircraft like that that could be multirole."
  The leader logically noted:
  "First and foremost, we need a good fighter. And the IL-10 is also a good attack aircraft."
  The deputy people's commissar muttered:
  - German is still better.
  Stalin-Gron muttered:
  - Be careful with such statements! You could get charged!
  Yakovlev was genuinely frightened and remained silent. His fingers were visibly shaking.
  Then there was a meeting with the designer Mikoyan.
  He reported on work on the MiG-15 jet. And there were also a ton of flaws there. The aircraft is not yet ready for serial production.
  Voznesensky was pleased to report a sharp increase in SU-100 production. The self-propelled gun is simpler and cheaper to produce than the T-34-85 tank, yet more powerfully armed. Moreover, the SU-100 fires faster than the SU-122, is lighter, more maneuverable, and has a larger ammunition supply.
  True, against, for example, the E series, the frontal armor is also insufficient, especially.
  Voznesensky noted:
  "For the future IS-7 tank, we developed a more powerful 130mm gun with a muzzle velocity of 900 meters per second. But putting such a tank into production is fundamentally unrealistic. A self-propelled gun, however, is entirely possible. I've already given the order to develop a simple, compact vehicle with heavily sloped armor."
  Stalin-Gron nodded:
  "We need to work faster! We need to increase production of the SU-100, maybe even abandoning heavy tanks. The KV series is not very successful and is outdated. We need small but agile vehicles. Considering that German tanks have good armor-piercing capabilities, we should probably make our tanks lighter. The armor is thinner, but they are more maneuverable."
  Voznesensky nodded:
  "We'll try, Comrade Stalin! There's a problem with gas turbine engines. They're not so easy to put into production. Although we seem to know about them in theory."
  Stalin-Gron sighed heavily. In fact, the first mass-produced gas-turbine tank, the T-80, appeared in the USSR only in 1985. And under wartime conditions, it was unrealistic to put it into production. At least not quickly. But a gas-turbine engine is more powerful than a diesel engine and accelerates the tank much faster, which is crucial in maneuver warfare.
  Stalin-Gron gave the order:
  - Use better armor and screens. And try making some tanks out of wood. It might be the best option!
  Voznesensky noted:
  - Airplane wings could be made out of wood! And they'd be busy doing it already!
  The leader remarked:
  "It would be great if we could make plastic as strong as titanium. Then we'd have better technology than Hitler's. Work on it."
  After Voznesensky, Stalin spoke with Zhdanov. They discussed the need to increase artillery production, especially anti-tank guns. The optimal caliber here was probably a 203-millimeter gun, capable of penetrating E-series tanks from the front, given the appropriate ammunition, of course.
  Zhdanov noted:
  "Large-caliber guns have less accuracy and rate of fire. A 100-millimeter anti-aircraft gun is good, but it only penetrates the sides of E-series tanks, and not all of them! The E-5s are a concern; they're very fast and practically impossible to hit!"
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  - We need to fire the aircraft cannons! They'll penetrate the E-5.
  Zhdanov replied with a sigh:
  "Unfortunately, they don't penetrate! Especially with self-propelled guns shaped like a rectangular pyramid and with cemented armor. And aircraft shells ricochet off them."
  The chief exclaimed:
  - Make the aircraft cannons more powerful, otherwise I will court-martial you!
  Zhdanov trembled:
  - Yes, comrade Stalin!
  Stalin-Gron exclaimed:
  "And produce more weapons of all kinds. Especially the Andryushas. We'll melt the enemy into a liquid surface, or a lake!"
  After Zhdanov, Stalin-Gron decided to look at the map himself. The enemy was advancing in all directions. From the north, they were approaching Leningrad. The Finns had already taken Vyborg. And a threatening situation was developing. In addition to the Finns, Swedish and Norwegian forces, as well as troops from the Third Reich, were also active there. The situation was more than alarming.
  Hitler's army was composed of foreign troops under German command. And it was truly a formidable force. In real history, the E-series tanks failed to fight. The Third Reich held out for far too short a time. And even if the Germans had deployed any vehicles, it would have been only the E-10 and E-25 self-propelled guns. These self-propelled guns were certainly good! And they could have caused serious problems for the Red Army.
  Stalin-Gron drank a little of the good Georgian red stuff. Still, his body isn't young, and it's not particularly pleasant. Oh, if only I could truly become a teenager. How wonderful and cool that would be. Like, becoming a karate kid!
  And how he kicks the orc in the chin with his bare foot. And it will be great and cool.
  Stalin-Gron met with Khrushchev again. He reported that the sowing had been completed successfully, and that the USSR had enough food for a couple of years. He also reported that they were trying to mass-produce the SU-100 tractors instead of tractors, but this required some restructuring of the production process. Overall, relying on dryers was the best option.
  Nikita also reported that the USSR had developed a new, particularly fast-growing breed of pig, and that a Soviet cow had produced a record milk yield in a single year.
  Stalin-Gron gave this cautious approval. Overall, he decided against executing Nikita Khrushchev in agriculture for now; he was in his element.
  Then he wanted to have some fun. So they put on a color film about pioneer heroes.
  A handsome, fair-haired boy in shorts, Timur, who looked to be about thirteen, blew his horn. Then he rushed forward with the other boys, his bare, slightly dusty heels flashing.
  The children fought the Nazis. They fired at the fascists with special bows and arrows. They also used slingshots. There were girls with the boys. They were also very beautiful, shapely, barefoot, with blond hair and tanned skin. And they were agile. And they wore red ties around their necks.
  Boys and girls shoot at the Nazis. They attack in ranks, as if in a psychic attack. Officers, covered in medals, lead the way. The Young Pioneers pound them. The Nazis fall and keep going.
  And here are Hitler's tanks-squat ones with very long gun barrels. They even look scary and approaching.
  But brave children press the buttons with their bare toes and the catapults are activated, destroying the fascists.
  There's an explosion, and the Nazi tank flips over. Its wheels, their tracks torn off, spin. Steel balls roll and the grass burns. Then another explosion, and two Nazi tanks with swastikas collide. The armor bursts, and they burn with a blazing flame. Timur stomps his bare foot, his callused soles clawing at the shell casing, and shouts:
  - Glory to communism! Glory to the heroes!
  And the girl Annastasia also releases a gift of annihilation from the catapult and squeals:
  - Glory to the USSR and Stalin!
  And boys and girls dance with bare, tanned, muscular legs.
  And the children sing with great enthusiasm:
  I believe in my Holy Motherland,
  That Truth can earn salvation!
  We will protect our children from evil -
  Believe me, the enemy will receive vengeance from us!
  
  My sword strikes like Ilya's treasure,
  And the hands are tired and don"t know what battle is!
  We are like a reliable shield for the Fatherland,
  To protect a place in pure paradise from the vile!
  
  Retreat, strike and lunge again - hit,
  Such is the fate of the soldier's path, alas!
  As long as even one villain lives,
  Clean the barrel and front sight of the machine gun!
  
  You have to fight if it's a fairy tale world,
  Sometimes it can be really cool to throw away a howl!
  But we keep the honor of our Fatherland,
  Although sometimes there is a heap of corpses!
  
  We were born in a lucky country -
  In which everyone can become a hero!
  In which to people, and then to myself,
  The warrior is the strongest and bravest!
  
  And now we will shout - forward,
  To storm the redoubts, the mighty fortresses!
  So that it doesn"t happen that the mind is lying -
  We will blow away the clouds with our planes!
  
  Of course, you can end up straight in hell,
  If all paths are like bindweed and sow thistle...
  But even there the swords of the fighters strike,
  And bombs are falling from the belly of the planes!
  
  And what is hell for a Russian fighter?
  Know another test!
  We will stand firm in the battle until the end -
  Let us fulfill God's True Desire!
  
  And we will defeat the gangs of trolls and ghouls,
  Let's reach the place where Earth is Eden!
  The eagle will put an end to the vile crows,
  Honor and faith will lead us to achievements!
  
  Life flows like a spring in a stormy stream,
  Let what we asked Christ for come true!
  Grace will flow like a stream of water,
  To the glory of Mother Russia!
  CHAPTER No 19.
  Stalin-Gron listened to Zhukov's report. The Nazis had already fallen to Smolensk. Fighting was raging within the city itself. The Soviet Army was defending itself courageously. Moscow itself was being bombed. And unlike in 1941, the Nazis had the means to bomb it: long-range aviation and jet bombers, elusive to Soviet fighters. Therefore, the meeting was held in a deep bunker, capable of withstanding even a direct hit from an atomic bomb. Which, fortunately, Hitler didn't yet have. But even the USSR would need years and enormous expenditures to create one. And time was running out. From the western border to Smolensk, the Nazis had already covered the distance, or rather, most of the way to Moscow. Fighting was also underway for Kyiv, or rather, on its outskirts. Almost all of the Baltics and Belarus were already occupied. And there was no escape.
  The Molotov Line and the Stalin Line failed to stop Nazi troops. So it looks like a disaster. The Red Army wasn't taught how to fight defensive battles, and that showed. And the Soviet troops weren't very good at attacking, either. But the Nazis were very strong. And they had their E-series tanks, so powerful and tough. And their powerful air force. And jet aircraft, too.
  Against which the USSR has no opponent. And there's no arguing here.
  Stalin-Gron grinned and asked Zhukov:
  - So what do you propose, Georgy Konstantinovich?
  The Marshal of the USSR replied:
  - We need to launch counterattacks! And if we don't have enough tanks, we should use cavalry!
  And he slammed his fist on the table.
  Stalin-Gron nodded his head:
  "We're already inflicting damage, including using cavalry. Sometimes we even attack on donkeys and camels. Plus, we use motorcycles and lorries!"
  Zhukov nodded:
  "I know, Comrade Stalin. We even tried filling cars with explosives and throwing them at tanks. It's not a bad idea, but not everyone would dare give their life for their country, and the Germans have plenty of machine guns-they shoot at cars."
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  - We need to use planes more actively for ramming. Load them with explosives.
  Zhukov noted:
  - An airplane, even a disposable one, is an expensive machine. We need something more.
  Stalin-Gron replied:
  - Drones! We need drones! But of course, it's not so easy to set up production. But a drone is a great help!
  The Marshal of the USSR replied:
  - Not to me - it is Voznesensky who should set up their production!
  Stalin-Gron asked:
  - What else can you offer?
  Zhukov replied:
  "Children as young as five, and even older adults, can be employed for certain jobs. Some production processes are so simple that strength and dexterity aren't required to perform them!"
  Stalin-Gron nodded:
  "I've already given Malenkov and Voznesensky instructions on this matter. But you can't put a five-year-old in just any container!"
  The Marshal of the USSR replied:
  - Well, they can move nuts and bolts! Or push buttons!
  Stalin-Gron gave Marshal Zhukov more instructions. And then he summoned Beria.
  The head of the secret police noted:
  - Uranium deposits have been found on the territory of the USSR, but developing them requires time and resources.
  Stalin-Gron ordered:
  - So act faster! Time is running out.
  Creating an atomic bomb quickly is almost impossible. And even if it were done, it would be a very primitive thing. And not so easy to use against the Nazis.
  Beria also said that it might be possible to organize an assassination attempt on the Führer while he was vacationing in the Alps. Local communists had some hiding places, so it wouldn't be easy.
  Lavrenty noted:
  "The removal of the Führer would be a great boost and could spark a major power struggle. Especially since the official successor, Göring, has suffered from declining health due to drug problems. And many want a new successor. Himmler wields the most power, but Bormann and Goebbels hate him. Müller and Schellenberg's influence has also grown, and Speer, the Reich Minister of Armaments and Munitions, wields enormous power and authority."
  Gron-Stalin suggested several ideas from his previous life. Beria was surprised:
  - Well, you are Comrade Stalin and a smart one! You know such things!
  Karamzin-Stalin replied:
  "I know a lot! Unfortunately, I'm not a tech expert. I've heard of the E series, but what exactly do we know about it?"
  Beria readily answered:
  The tank's layout in production is roughly similar to our T-54, which hasn't yet entered production: the engine and transmission are mounted transversely in a single unit. But there's another unique feature: the gearbox is located on the engine itself. As a result, the vehicles are both compact and easier to control. Furthermore, the Nazis have gas turbine engines. They're more powerful and compact than carburetor and diesel engines. This is also a problem for us. True, gas turbines are only just beginning to be introduced. The USSR's first mass-produced gas turbine tank, the T-80, appeared only in 1985, under Gorbachev. This engine isn't particularly popular in Russia. There are problems with it.
  Gron-Stalin nodded. A girl in a short skirt brought him a glass of red wine. The weather was warm, and the maid was barefoot. This allowed her steps to be silent. Kazimir looked at her feet; they were graceful, the heels beautifully arched. Her legs were tanned and muscular. And the leader's already aging body felt aroused. And his perfection began to rise.
  Gron-Stalin began sipping his sweet wine. He was in a very anxious mood.
  Yakovlev arrived and gave a report. Jet aircraft are in trouble. They require too many resources, including new runways, fuel types, and much more. And there's a risk of running out of time. The Yak-3 is more or less decent, made of high-quality duralumin. There are two main versions: a lighter one with a 20-millimeter cannon and two machine guns. And a heavier one with a 37-millimeter cannon and two 20-millimeter cannons. Three cannons aren't bad. It's hard to fight the TA-152-a well-armored fighter-attack aircraft with six cannons.
  Gron-Stalin noted:
  "It's better to mass-produce and maximize production of the heavy-duty Yak-3 and Yak-9 variants. A 37mm cannon gives us at least a small chance of shooting down both jet and propeller-driven aircraft."
  Yakovlev nodded:
  - Yes, Comrade Stalin. This is a chance; German aircraft are very resilient. They are stronger than ours in both quantity and quality.
  Gron-Stalin noted:
  - We need to set up production of surface-to-air missiles as quickly as possible!
  Yakovlev nodded:
  "There are developments! Particularly for heat. It's not easy, though, to catch up with a jet aircraft with a rocket. It's no easy task. And rockets are quite expensive, so there are a number of other issues, but we're trying."
  Gron-Stalin grinned and replied:
  - I heard that the pioneers allegedly created new rockets from plywood and sawdust.
  Yakovlev noted:
  - This could just be a rumor! There's no reliable information yet!
  The chieftain growled:
  - Check it out immediately! Pioneers are capable of performing miracles!
  The Deputy People's Commissar of Aviation noted:
  "We'll do it all beautifully. And there will be missiles, we just need to win at least a few months."
  Stalin-Thunder chuckled and sang:
  Make money, make money,
  Forgetting about sadness and laziness!
  Make money, make money,
  And the rest is all rubbish!
  After Yakovlev left the room, the girls came in. To relax, the leader and supreme commander-in-chief ordered a movie to be shown. His rather spacious underground office was perfect for showing movies.
  Why not relax? They show young pioneers, boys and girls aged ten to thirteen, marching to the sound of a bugle, stamping their feet. They're wearing sandals for now. But after the war begins, all the children are barefoot, just like their leader. The boys' and girls' legs are tanned, their feet dusty. And they're digging trenches. It's clear that as the film progresses, the boys and girls lose weight. They're shown working in the fields, digging trenches, and then fighting.
  Of course, the boys and girls, half-naked, skinny, tanned to the point of blackness, but with sun-bleached blond hair, bravely fight the Nazis. Elite SS units ride into battle on motorcycles, followed by formidable Nazi tanks.
  The E series are more squat, with more rationally sloped armor plates. They're also taller and less sophisticated than earlier series. Although the Panther, for example, with its long barrel, looks quite modern.
  And so barefoot, ragged, skinny children throw explosive packages at the fascists, using both their hands and bare toes. It looks cute and beautiful.
  The battle, by the way, is shown in color. Very vivid. Hitler's vehicles are being rolled over, motorcycles are colliding, everything is burning and exploding. Shrapnel is flying in all directions. And children's bare feet are tearing things apart and throwing them.
  And some boys are firing slingshots. And they're also baiting the Nazis. And some very pretty girls are also launching things, including kites. A beautiful children's group. And the young warriors are singing in magnificent voices.
  We are the children of the Russian Motherland now,
  Although we are proud of our white skin...
  We will show our highest class in battle,
  And we'll punch the demon in the face.
  
  Although we are still small in stature,
  But every warrior from the cradle...
  Children really know how to be eagles,
  The wolf cub is not a lamb at all!
  
  We can outrun a hare,
  Flashing bare heels...
  Pass the exam with an A,
  In his boyish element!
  
  Why are we attracted to Africa?
  There is a scent of rebellious will in it...
  The victories opened a stormy account,
  That endless share of ours!
  
  Capable of bringing down an elephant,
  And fight a lion on sticks...
  After all, children have a lot of intelligence,
  The faces of the young people shine brightly!
  
  We shoot like Robin Hood,
  That the fierce Fritzes are clearly sick...
  Let the Fuhrer be kaput,
  It won't be difficult for us to finish him off!
  
  We will cause such a rout,
  That the German lion will tremble...
  After all, it"s a historical defeat,
  Empires of the solid sun!
  
  A wise king rules in Russia,
  The name of the glorious leader is Comrade Stalin...
  Glorify him in poems,
  So that the evil Cain does not rise!
  
  He will lead Rus' to victory,
  And he will defeat the evil Japanese...
  Will make a menacing turn,
  We have drunk the cup to the bottom!
  
  War is certainly hard,
  Rivers of blood flow like streams...
  But we'll wind the oar here,
  In the name of African will!
  
  The Boer is also a white man,
  And it's awkward to kill your own...
  That's just the way the century turned out to be,
  All like an evil tattoo!
  
  Streams of blood flow, know,
  The torch of the abyss blazes with fire...
  But there will be paradise on the planet,
  The Lord will exclaim: people, enough!
  
  We will give for our Motherland,
  And the soul and the boy's heart...
  A cherub hovers above us,
  He opens the door to happiness!
  
  A fierce fire is raging,
  Over our mother Fatherland...
  We will strike the enemy,
  And we will live under communism!
  
  For the Lord went to the cross,
  For the planet to prosper...
  And then Jesus was resurrected,
  The light shone brightly!
  
  All people will have a glorious paradise,
  In which there are bright tulips...
  So, boy, go for it,
  Don't lean on the glasses!
  
  To the glory of the Motherland, a star,
  It's like a torch is shining above us...
  We are with Jesus forever,
  All children in Eden forever!
  
  It's beautiful to run barefoot,
  A boy sliding down a snowdrift...
  And if you need to use your fist,
  He will strike at the one who is proud!
  
  Each of the nurseries is a warrior,
  He gives his soul to the Fatherland...
  You beat the enemy hard,
  And do not regret the truth of life!
  
  The grave of the infidel awaits,
  What attacks Holy Rus'...
  We'll settle the score for him,
  Let the enemy not get fat!
  
  The dragon bared his fangs,
  And it shoots out jets of fire...
  In battle, the days are not easy,
  When the enemy attacks!
  
  The troops are going on the attack here,
  Of course we exterminate them...
  Let the spy be kaput here,
  So that Cain doesn"t interfere with Kyiv!
  
  We will revive our Rus',
  We know how to fight bravely...
  A people with a dream cannot be defeated,
  Don't scare the boys!
  
  When the thunderstorms die down,
  The planet will become truly united...
  Our small detachment will pass by,
  In the hearts of children, love is kept!
  
  And the boys' bare feet,
  They'll leave dewdrops on the grass...
  There are plenty of boys and girls,
  What do the mountains and valleys know!
  
  I always want to be a boy,
  It's fun to live and not grow up...
  To swim in the sea in just swimming trunks,
  I will defeat the shark in battle!
  
  And fly into space correctly,
  To Mars, Venus and Mercury...
  In the constellation where the big bear is,
  And Sirus has its own peculium!
  
  When the universe is ours,
  Happy children underfoot...
  Everything will be just top notch,
  With baked goods, honey and pies!
  
  We will be forever in that paradise,
  Which we will build ourselves, believe me...
  I love Svarog and Christ,
  Let's feast together with the Gods!
  
  There are no limits to happiness,
  Let it be children forever...
  Grace to all in the universe,
  Just don't be careless!
  
  For our Land and borders,
  Let's build a light of defense...
  And there will be a furious revelry,
  And I know the groans will stop!
  
  And evil will disappear forever,
  And it will only be entertainment...
  May people's dreams come true,
  Hearts filled with forgiveness!
  
  My girl is like a flower,
  Burning in the garden of the Lord...
  And a look like a pure breeze,
  Will dispel the flames of hell!
  
  In love who lasts without end,
  We will be in happiness without boundaries...
  In the Name of the Family and the Father,
  It's time to be proud of your destiny!
  
  The radiant light of the Universe,
  Check it out, it spilled over my Rus'...
  And the feat of the knights is sung,
  And the Fuhrer with a bald head failed!
  
  Now the planet is like a crystal,
  Shines with joy and light...
  Svarog is our new ideal,
  With your radiant light of Rod!
  Yes, the pioneers sang well and fought for a brighter tomorrow. But there's no time to watch movies for long.
  Stalin-Gron is back in business. He has plans. T-34 designer Koshkin promises to create a new self-propelled gun. One that can be operated by just one person. An interesting idea. After all, if a fighter jet can be piloted by just one pilot, then why can't a self-propelled gun be operated too? Or, for example, a tank without a turret.
  But in real history in the twenty-first century, there is no self-propelled gun that would be controlled by only one crew member.
  The same goes for mass-producing turretless tanks. The Swedes and Israel did try something. Russia had the Armata. Although, apparently, Kazimir didn't live long enough to display this tank at an exhibition.
  He didn't know anything about the Russian-Ukrainian conflict either, and he didn't live to see it.
  Ah, man lives, but not for long, especially compared to dwarves and vampires. But he does have an immortal soul. And in this case, Casimir has acquired the priceless gift of being able to change bodies while retaining his former memory and skills. And that's wonderful. Although sometimes there are things that would be better forgotten.
  Koshkin wasn't too encouraging. The T-54 is more or less ready, but Hitler's tanks are more powerful and faster. It must be said that there's not much room for improvement here.
  Active or dynamic protection-that's the only thing Gron could offer as a future in tank design. He's not a specialist or a techie, after all. But it works more or less against shaped-charge shells. The Germans, however, are strong on kinetic energy and uranium cores.
  So, there's no hope here. Of the other ideas, air defense is certainly important. But cybernetics isn't so easy to develop. Something simpler is needed. Specifically, heat and air movement targeting. Or sound-which wouldn't be bad either. As it is, the Third Reich, along with its colonies and dominions, and Japan, with its colonial possessions, have complete air dominance. So, let's just say there's not much room for improvement.
  Stalin-Gron looked slightly dejected. He ordered a new film to be shown. This time, it was about Makarenko's prison camp. Boys wearing only shorts were also marching and working. The only thing that distinguished them from the Young Pioneers was that, instead of short hair, they had shaved heads. And they were thin from the start, and, of course, barefoot. Especially since the camp was in Ukraine, where the summers are very warm and mild, it was even more comfortable and pleasant for the boys, and it also saved their shoes.
  Gron remembered that in his childhood, he also loved to feel the grass, turf, sand, asphalt, and tiles with his bare, young soles when it was hot.
  It's great for a boy to be barefoot in the forest: you can feel every twig, bump, and lump, and it's like a massage for children's feet, which quickly become rough. Those were happy times. It's much harder for an adult!
  Of course, a good film needs a villain. He was a criminal, about fifteen years old and quite muscular. He even had tattoos. And the hero, about thirteen and a head shorter. Naturally, there was a fight, and it was filmed quite realistically and convincingly.
  Half-naked boys, wiry and tanned with shaved heads, grappled and smashed each other's faces. They eventually made peace, and the teenage criminal's spiritual growth began.
  Overall, the film was pretty good. The child prisoners sang a lot. And of course, there were girls there. They were barefoot and hardworking, too. And often in the fields with the boys. It's interesting. Of course, there's no sex in the USSR, but it happened in real life, so let your imagination fill in the blanks.
  Stalin-Gron recalled Koba's old memory. Yes, having inhabited it, he had access to the memories of the previous body he found himself in. In this regard, his position was more advantageous than that of the prince from Hamilton's novel "The Star Kings." Although perhaps his lack of memory saved him.
  Otherwise, he would have definitely gone crazy... Stalin-Gron, having watched the film, in a slightly accelerated version, invited another designer.
  He reported on work on underground tanks. This was also a new idea. In real life, the Germans even built a vehicle capable of reaching speeds of up to seven kilometers underground. But underground tanks and the concept never saw much development.
  Kazimir did not remember whether underground tanks were used at all, in combat practice and in real battles.
  The Nazis wanted to make these for the purpose of invading Britain, but they didn't have time.
  There were, it seems, isolated instances of the use of such vehicles on the Soviet-German front. Now the USSR must once again catch up with the Nazis.
  Another idea would have been to use ultrasonic guns. But this, too, hasn't seen much development in real history. Although Gron read the novel "The Mystery of Two Oceans," it was quite impressive, as was "The Hyperboloid of Engineer Garin." But human fantasy is one thing, and reality is another.
  But the work continued. Gron drank some more red, sweet wine and added some white. Stalin was drinking very good, natural wine. This wasn't the kind of ink alcoholics use to poison themselves. It was a very tasty and healthy treat.
  But tobacco and a pipe are worse. Smoking shortened Stalin's life. And Gron fought his body not to inhale. But his body craved it. Gron himself, during the Great Patriotic War, had smoked, but then quit. Now he desperately resisted the urge.
  Although his nerves are frayed. Even worse than Stalin's in 1941-almost the entire world has turned against the USSR. Among the tanks, there's even the American Super Pershing. A worse machine than, say, the German E-series, but there are plenty of them! And to lift Stalin's spirits, the Young Pioneers sing.
  In the vastness of the wonderful Motherland,
  Tempered in battles and labor...
  We composed a joyful song,
  About a great friend and leader!
  CHAPTER No 20.
  Oleg and his barefoot team of boys and girls continued to fight for a brighter tomorrow. More precisely, they defended their homeland. But they did so through partisan raids. A significant portion of the USSR was already under occupation.
  And the children, splashing barefoot, attack the Nazi unit. The Pioneers' attack is daring. Oleg throws a pea-sized explosive with his bare toes. He tears apart the foreign army and sings:
  I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the sun will shine,
  Lighting the way for communism!
  Margarita, this girl also flings antimatter, the bringer of destruction, with her bare toes. And tears the Nazis apart. The girl sings as she fires with both hands, using machine guns she'd previously captured from the Nazis:
  My country is great Russia,
  Birches, pines, golden rich fields...
  My groom will be more beautiful than an angel,
  We will make the whole world happy!
  
  I am a beautiful barefoot girl,
  But the burning snow doesn"t frighten the feet...
  Although the leg turns red in the hellish cold,
  Let the girl's feat be praised!
  
  I love Jesus and Svarog,
  We have both the cross and the sword in our holy struggle...
  We fight in the name of God Rod,
  May there be happiness, paradise on Earth!
  
  We will never kneel,
  The descendants of Lada cannot be bent low,
  For us, comrade Stalin, and light Lenin,
  And the Mother of God lights the way!
  
  We are one before God the Lord,
  For us in love, and Thor the mighty Perun...
  Belobog gives us great powers,
  And the Black God - believe me, he is not a naughty boy!
  
  The Lord Almighty went beyond the cross for us,
  Son of God Rod - know Jesus...
  He elevated man to such a level,
  That everyone in heaven who is not a coward!
  
  We want to become purer in our hearts,
  To glorify the Motherland forever...
  One blow that costs a thousand,
  For Lada and our mother Maria!
  
  God is the power in our universe,
  At least he allows evil to happen...
  And he pours a cup of vigor,
  May the knights do all good!
  
  Violence is necessary, believe me,
  So that a person in bed does not doze off...
  We are the children of God and the Family of Jesus,
  Everyone will get what they dreamed of!
  
  When the fascists came to my Rus',
  And with them the Yankees and the Japanese army...
  Even the communists crossed themselves,
  And they will drive that horde away with swords!
  
  Don't believe it - Lenin was not an atheist,
  He worshipped Rod and Christ...
  Who was not a pacifist either,
  And he said: I will bring a sword to the Russians!
  
  Therefore, you need to cross yourself,
  The girls have to run barefoot into the attack...
  We will have a great friendship with Rod,
  We have learned to defeat the evil ones!
  
  The bald Fuhrer will get what he deserves,
  We will slit his grin with the sword...
  We Russians are the coolest on the planet,
  We will sweep away the enemy of the Fatherland!
  
  Let there be a radiant light of the Fatherland,
  Which illuminates the path to Paradise...
  We will soon be living under communism,
  And our Rus' will rule over the universe!
  The children routed a Nazi unit consisting of numerous foreign soldiers under German command. They burned several tanks, including those from the fearsome E-series.
  They even captured one aircraft, a single-seater E-5. A boy named Oleg climbed into it and said:
  - Now we're going to have some fun.
  And the bare fingers of the eternal child pressed the buttons. And the self-propelled gun, powered by a gas turbine engine, took off.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  We cannot be conquered,
  Rus' cannot be brought to its knees...
  There is no need to scream in grief,
  Svarog and Lenin will help us!
  And so he ran into a platoon of Nazis. And began crushing the fascists with his tracks at high speed. Then he unleashed a burst of machine gun fire. Then his self-propelled gun sped on.
  The remaining children began to move to avoid air strikes. They are heroic fighters, after all.
  Seryozhka asked, stamping his bare, childish foot:
  - And where did our commander gallop off to!
  Margarita responded by tossing a pebble with her bare toes, which landed squarely in the center of the forehead of the mercenary who was trying to get up:
  - He went to crush the fascists!
  And the child warriors joined in chorus and sang with great enthusiasm, collecting the trophies:
  In the world of Russian Gods we lived well,
  Children of space - bright nirvana...
  But the orcish regime, the madman came,
  Wants to conquer different countries!
  
  We are not afraid of enemies, even though the enemy is cruel,
  Let's defeat the evil orcs with swords playing...
  We need to put a bullet in their shaggy temple,
  And victory will come in warm May!
  
  We ran barefoot through the snowdrifts,
  Children of the Russian Gods with the faith of servants...
  The Rodnovers will be with you forever,
  And leave empty attempts!
  
  Why does evil reign on this unfortunate Earth?
  If the Holy, Almighty Rod...
  Svarog, Lada and I are in one family,
  For the sake of the light of love to all living beings!
  
  It's good if you became a boy forever,
  You can laugh and jump a lot...
  May our holy dream come true,
  Until the last bright moment!
  
  The White God inspired us to this feat, believe me,
  Gave swords to strike at the enemies...
  And the Lord Black God is a powerful, furious beast,
  Gives strength and fury to soldiers!
  
  Don't give up, fighters, let the Family be glorified,
  Almighty and good - most pure...
  I'm going on the attack, there's a bunker in front of the orcs,
  The troll and the unclean orc will be beaten!
  
  For you, my Rus', we will fight,
  We are soldiers who are brave in the attack...
  Our children's army defeats the enemies,
  And the opponents bark like dogs!
  
  Hardened in the fight, barefoot in the snow,
  The boy and the girl rush furiously...
  The bald Fuhrer will be strangled by force,
  And they will laugh at him as a clown!
  The young team was at its best. And Oleg, in his self-propelled gun captured from the Nazis, stormed into the city. And he began to crush the Nazis with machine gun fire. And the boy-terminator did it very skillfully.
  While not forgetting to sing with great enthusiasm:
  I was born in the twenty-first century,
  Such a wonderful little boy...
  I see Lucifer in battle, my kin,
  It's simply dangerous to argue with me!
  
  When I descended into the twentieth century,
  Where a person, believe me, suffers terribly...
  Tears flow from the girls' eyelids,
  War, believe me, is vile and dangerous!
  
  But I like to kill enemies,
  And show a heroic character...
  In the name of sharp, valiant bayonets,
  May the birch tree bloom in the open field!
  
  Moscow is the capital and it is being hit,
  The Horde is coming, steel with lights...
  But believe the boy, this is a sacred gift,
  To beat the fascists with bare feet!
  
  And the machine gun is already in his hands,
  Shoots accurately, never missing...
  Let the Fuhrer be made a fool,
  And peace will come in sunny May!
  
  The fascists are pushing forward like a steel wedge,
  And a lot of tanks, flocks of planes...
  And somewhere on the bank of a blue river,
  And the distances of communism stretched out!
  
  No, I'll tell you straight out, they're Nazis.
  Rus' will not be brought to its knees by Hitler...
  I'll come to you, Adolf, in a tank,
  As the great and glorious Lenin bequeathed!
  
  I will not remain silent, know this for sure,
  You can't stop the striving for truth...
  The paradise of communism will soon come,
  And there will be vengeance on the dragon Fuhrer!
  
  In Moscow, the fascists are viciously bombing you,
  And the evil missiles attack...
  Once upon a time Jesus was crucified by God,
  And the feats of heroism are sung!
  
  But what do you say, young pioneer,
  You will not succumb to the Fuhrer's deception...
  You will show the world an example of joy,
  After all, the boy always knew how to fight!
  
  They pushed the fascists back from Moscow,
  This was true in our past life...
  We showed the boys like eagles,
  And I will know how to live under communism!
  
  I won't remain silent if a boor comes at me,
  A blow to the head with a shovel from a fascist...
  For the Fuhrer, believe me, it will be a disgrace,
  When will the girl show pure pride!
  
  And after that there will be glorious Stalingrad,
  In it we showed great glory...
  The goring bastard got a kick in the horns,
  Let's build a gigantic power!
  
  There were pincers with a glorious hand,
  When we squeezed the fascists' throats...
  And after the battle with the Kursk Bulge,
  They hit Adolf on the horns so hard!
  
  The bald Fuhrer got it hard,
  And the Fritzes ran away like monkeys...
  Where did so much strength come from?
  In the hands of a simple, barefoot boy?
  
  There was a battle, you know, on the Dnieper,
  There we showed such bravery...
  Brave warriors are everywhere,
  And believe me, the dragon's mouth was torn apart!
  
  And Kyiv was liberated in jest,
  After all, this city is glorious and beautiful...
  Someone is probably crying like a baby,
  We will make the whole world so happy!
  
  We will live to reach future heights,
  Let's build a world so radiant...
  There will be no humiliated ones, no masters,
  And only the glorious people will rule!
  
  We will reach new frontiers with joy,
  Roses will bloom on Mars, believe me...
  Afterwards we will live happily,
  The nightmarish threats will disappear!
  
  Here is Berlin below us, believe it,
  He is conquered and the red flag shines...
  Now the terrible beast will be destroyed,
  And we celebrate our achievements in May!
  
  Moscow then celebrated the fireworks,
  The Third Reich collapsed into rubble...
  We declared kaput to the Fuhrer,
  And the girls have a ringing voice!
  
  Then put the rifle down, boy,
  You'd better take a chisel and pliers...
  And show that you can work,
  And make things better and more beautiful!
  The self-propelled gun worked, mowing down the enemy. Machine guns and aircraft cannons also fired. It's not very practical to make such a small vehicle into an anti-tank variant. And the E-series handled Soviet tanks just fine.
  Oleg did a thorough job of killing the Nazis. He mowed down hundreds of soldiers and officers. And when his combat kit ran out, he simply turned around. Luckily, the vehicle was fast. The last thing he needed was for the attack aircraft to swoop in and fire missiles from the air.
  The boy pressed the buttons with his bare toes and thought that, in this world, Hitler had acted wisely. Indeed, the Third Reich had lost two fronts because of the war.
  And was it worthwhile to open hostilities against such a powerful country as the USSR? Especially since Stalin maintained a friendly neutrality.
  True, there was a Suvorov-Rezun, the author of the tetralogy "Icebreaker," in which he argued that Stalin had planned to attack the Third Reich as early as 1941. But his works are filled with inaccuracies. Especially since, for example, in "Suicide," Hitler is portrayed as a simple fool, and his entourage a bunch of cretins.
  After all, in his seven years in power, the Führer tripled the economy, doubled the birth rate, completely ended unemployment, and, most importantly, created, practically from scratch, the most powerful army in the world, which conquered virtually all of Europe in two months. And here he is portrayed as a fool and a hysterical carpet-biter.
  Hitler may have made some mistakes. Specifically, Germany's economy should have been converted to a wartime economy back in 1939. Then, perhaps, the Battle of Britain would have been won, and a couple thousand extra tanks would have been deployed against the USSR.
  Well, okay, that's true; it was fortunate that the Führer underestimated his opponents and overreached. And German generals weren't always up to the task when it came to tactics.
  In particular, the unsuccessful assault on Leningrad cost Army Group North heavy losses. Had the Nazis abandoned this assault, their northern attack would have been more powerful, and it's unclear whether they would have succeeded in taking Moscow. As in World War I, the Nazis fell just short of victory in 1941.
  It should be noted that Hitler wasn't the best practical engineer. The Germans spent a lot of effort on the Maus, even though the development of the E-10 and E-25, for example, would have yielded much more. And the Lion tank, in mass production, would have been inferior in practical use to the Tiger II. Indeed, if a sixty-eight-ton tank was constantly breaking down and spending most of its time in repairs, then what can you say about a ninety-ton Lion? And the Lion's 105-millimeter gun had a slower rate of fire than the Tiger II's 88-millimeter gun-five rounds per minute versus eight. So, it's a bit of a mistake, so to speak, on the part of the Führer. Stalin, for his part, banned the development of tanks heavier than forty-seven tons. And perhaps he was right. Although the IS-3, at forty-nine tons, already exceeded Stalin's limit.
  The boy picked up speed. It's a good thing the self-propelled gun is so small; it can be hidden in the forest; it's well camouflaged. In real history, the Germans had E-5 self-propelled guns, too, but they were far from perfect.
  The USSR was lucky then. The Third Reich's resources, with skillful command, allowed it to prolong the war. Just recall the Russian-Ukrainian conflict. That's how the Russian forces slowed down. At that rate of advance, not even Gorbachev, much less Stalin, would have survived to storm Berlin!
  The war would have been a great one for the USSR if not for the catastrophe of 1941. Then, did everything really collapse? Could it have been avoided? Of course it could have. Just as Hitler is primarily to blame for the Holocaust. And most of his entourage was against such excesses.
  A boy joined the unit with his self-propelled gun. They had captured fuel canisters, and they could replenish their combat kit.
  Oleg jumped out of the car and began to squat. A little girl, Margarita, sat on his shoulders. The children laughed and giggled.
  Overall, they carried out the operation well. But it wasn't enough. The Nazis were very strong, and Japan was pressing in from the east.
  Oleg, squatting on Margarita's shoulders, remembered how he played the World War II game on the computer.
  In it, you can capture what's either neutral or captured by your enemies. But what's controlled by the Allies isn't subject to capture. But you're playing Japan, holding off on the offensive for now, and letting Germany conquer. That's not easy, because the Germans are very strong. It's easier to play as Germany, because the US quickly buries samurai. But the German army is the strongest in the world. And just try to let the USSR win.
  Usually, when the computer plays against the computer, the Nazis take Moscow. True, the British might take advantage of the noise to capture France or even Berlin. The Germans' problem is capturing Britain, which is located on the island. They're exhausting their forces there. And maybe the USSR, having built up its strength in the east, will recapture Moscow. Then the Nazis will be pressed on two fronts. It's fun to play games like that.
  When Oleg, as a little boy, took Moscow for the first time, he felt great joy - he'd surpassed Hitler. And playing for Zhukov's USSR, he didn't let the Nazis take Belarus. It all worked out so well! And you're on a white horse. You can fight for Britain and take Berlin. Or do something else. It's fun to capture Japan. There really is something worth fighting for there. And the samurai have a lot of bunkers, you can melt them with flamethrower tanks.
  The boys and girls decided to have a snack. They had some canned goods from the hunt, and some stewed pork with peas. And, of course, they added some berries. It was still too early for mushrooms to appear in large numbers. But the kids caught some fish, too.
  Oleg warned:
  - Don't eat until you're full, it will be hard to move and there will be force majeure!
  Sashka squeaked:
  - In what major key? Minor, perhaps?
  The Terminator boy tossed a pine cone with his bare toes and knocked the impudent boy off his feet. Authority must be maintained.
  The other kids started making noise. The barefoot pioneer squad was awesome!
  Oleg mentioned that he misses a gaming console. He's desperately longing for something to play. There are some really cool games out there. And in many of them, for example, you can kill millions of enemy soldiers!
  Although then it stops being enjoyable. You start to wonder if this isn't a burden on your karma. After all, it may be virtual, but it's still a murder. Even if it's not of living people, but of bits of information.
  But the game is still captivating. Especially the war games... People love to play war games, especially boys. And not only... That's why the war with Ukraine has dragged on so long, maybe because some people like playing with soldiers. But that's not a game!
  People are really dying and suffering!
  Oleg lay on his stomach, and Lara, a girl, walked barefoot across the boy's bare, muscular, tanned back. It felt good. Oleg thought that while being a perpetual boy might be great, it would be rare for a grown woman to take him for a walk. And, in general, would they trust him to command an army? Wouldn't they just consider him a dwarf? And that would leave him feeling a bit inferior. So, questions remained, and Oleg thought it might be better to just be a teenager. At least then he could flirt with women. Especially since older women might even treat him, considering his youth.
  Oleg wondered what would happen next in this war. Hitler and Hirohito had greater population, territory, and industrial potential, and superiority in both the quantity and quality of their troops. In fact, their superiority was overwhelming. According to Soviet sources, the Red Army was victorious, despite only a modest advantage in numbers over the Wehrmacht. And in terms of tanks, there were periods when the Nazis even gained the upper hand. Moreover, the Panther and Tiger tanks, at the time of their introduction and for some time after, were the best tanks in the world. And the Jagdpanther self-propelled gun remained the most effective throughout the war.
  But the USSR still won. But here, such power is against you. Here, you can say that, no matter how you look at it, the enemy is much stronger than you.
  What could the USSR really count on? Historically, it was difficult, but Russia had significant resources, including Lend-Lease from the US and Britain, along with all their colonies and dominions. So what does the USSR have now? A war of attrition can't be won.
  Only miracle weapons or miracle people can save us. And there's no easy way out here.
  The formidable German E-tanks are a very dangerous thing. And they are produced in large quantities.
  The boys and girls started dancing. They slapped their bare feet on the grass. They beat the drums and spun around. It was fun and joyful. Children are such a wonderful bunch, always in a good mood. Oleg and Margarita, the eternally young time travelers, also jumped up and started dancing. They were really cool. The blades of grass bent under the children's bare soles, and the boy and girl's bare heels pressed the pine cones into their skin.
  Oleg thought it was possible to live without a computer. Moreover, there are different alternative versions. In one, the Tsar's train crash near Kharkov never happened. And Alexander III lived on. And of course, there was a war with Japan. Would such a powerful ruler really make concessions to the samurai? But under such a strong Tsar, everything went differently from the very beginning. And when the Japanese tried to attack the Pacific squadron, they were fiercely rebuffed, losing a couple dozen destroyers. And Admiral Makarov didn't die, but defeated the samurai at sea. Peace was soon concluded after that. Japan was forced to return Tsarist Russia, the Kuril chain it had received for Sakhalin Island, and several other islands all the way to Hokkaido. And Taiwan also became Russian. Tsar Alexander didn't seize Japan itself. Indeed, why would he? But he did gain free access to the Pacific and the world ocean. Manchuria, Mongolia, and Korea also soon held referendums and voluntarily became part of Tsarist Russia.
  After which, a long period of peace ensued. Tsarist Russia's military authority was strong, and the Germans, and especially the Austrians, were hesitant to wage war against it. Moreover, Tsarist Russia's population had increased thanks to Korea and northern China. Plus, there had been no revolution yet, so Tsarist Russia avoided a crisis. Its economy grew at a fantastic rate. So did its population. And the Germans, for their part, lost their appetite for war.
  But then there was the war with Turkey. It couldn't be avoided. But this time it was truly victorious, albeit not so small. In 1915, Russian troops routed the Ottomans and took Istanbul. And then Britain and France entered the war. And the Ottoman Empire was divided. Russia, however, managed to seize both Iraq and Palestine. Only the Ottoman holdings in Arabia were seized by the British.
  And then followed the division of Iran between Tsarist Russia and Britain. And Afghanistan was conquered by Tsarist Russia.
  Thus, the redivision of the world was complete. Tsarist Russia gained access to the Indian Ocean, via the Tiber River. And a railway line began to be built from Moscow to Baghdad and further to the sea.
  In Tsarist Russia, the gold standard had been in place since 1897, and inflation was zero. By 1825-when Alexander III the Great turned eighty-the average salary in Tsarist Russia was one hundred rubles. A bottle of vodka cost just twenty-five kopecks, a loaf of bread two kopecks, a good car could be bought for one hundred eighty rubles on credit, and a cow could easily be purchased for three rubles.
  There was no parliament, but there was an absolute monarchy, order, and prosperity. Literacy was growing. More and more newspapers and magazines were published. Primary education became free and compulsory. Healthcare was also free. Under the Tsar, vaccinations were practiced, and the birth rate was very high. Contraceptives were limited, and abortions were banned, while infant mortality declined. And this, too, was very good. The empire's population grew rapidly. And the army reached five million.
  And the tsarist army already had tanks and aircraft, including four- and six-engine bombers. The tsarist army also had the world's first helicopters and seaplanes. It was also armed with gas weapons and the first rockets. It was a powerful, highly developed state ruled by an absolute monarch.
  But then Tsar Alexander III the Great died at the age of eighty. He died in honor and respect. His grandson Alexei succeeded him to the throne. Unlike in real life, Alexander married his son Nicholas II quite well, and the heir to the throne was born healthy. He ascended the throne at the age of twenty-one.
  The country was on the rise, already surpassing the United States in gross national product, and its army and navy were the strongest in the world. Powerful Russian battleships were sailing the world's oceans. The first aircraft carriers were even being built. Such was the strength of Tsarist Russia.
  But of course, there will still be wars and severe trials ahead. And in Germany, the thirst for a redivision of the world has not yet subsided.
  William is still on the throne, and he is trying to negotiate with Tsarist Russia to divide the Western colonies together.
  There will still be a great war in the future, for which Tsarist Russia is fully prepared. But that's another story!
  And why didn't the train derailment near Kharkiv happen? Because the eternal boy, Oleg Rybachenko, intervened and prevented the anarchists from unscrewing the nuts from the rails. Just look how one barefoot kid in shorts, in a time machine, can radically change the future and the present for the better!
  CHAPTER No 21.
  Alisa and Anzhelika, both Soviet female snipers, were escaping from encirclement. The beauties were barefoot and in bikinis. You could say they were stunning stunners. Their bare legs, dusty and tanned, were muscular, and the girls' feet were already starting to develop calluses.
  Alisa is a very accurate warrior. She shoots with great precision. Angelica is a red-haired warrior. She can even throw destructive objects with her bare toes. Such a girl is quite capable. The Nazis are advancing and raging. One Komsomol member was caught and stripped naked. They tore off everything from her. Then they hoisted her naked onto the rack and raised her higher. Then the Nazi executioners began to lash the naked girl with whips. The Komsomol member twitched and twisted, but clenched her teeth and remained silent.
  Then they put blocks on her bare feet, and placed steel weights on them, stretching her calves. After that, they began hanging weights on hooks. The girl's body began to stretch dramatically, and her tendons literally cracked.
  The girls laid thin wooden logs under their bare soles and lit them. The delicious smell of roast lamb filled the air. And the girl, her bare heels roasting, squealed. The Nazis laughed. Then they held a torch to her bare chest...
  Alice didn't see it. But she still shot accurately from a distance. She took down a couple of Fritzes with her leapfrog rifle. And then she and Angelica hid again and ran away. They could have been hit at any moment. The girls' bare, round heels, blue with dust, glistened.
  These were some beautiful fighters.
  Elsewhere, Gerda fought with her team.
  Gerda, Charlotte, Christina, and Magda are riding in a U-class E-100 tank. This vehicle is more compact, with a crew of four. Its armament includes a rocket launcher and a universal 88-mm 100 EL tank destroyer cannon.
  The warrior women ride along and whistle.
  Gerda fires a long gun. It penetrates the side of a T-54 from a distance and chirps:
  - We will give our hearts for the Motherland,
  And we'll roast Stalin and eat him!
  Charlotte fired her rocket launcher. It covered the Soviet bunker and squealed:
  - We are invincible!
  Christina took it and growled, pulling the trigger with her bare heel:
  - We'll get it in both!
  Magda also struck with precision, destroying a Soviet SU-152 self-propelled gun. And cooed:
  - There will be time, victory will come!
  Gerda squealed as she fired:
  - No one can stop us!
  Charlotte confirmed:
  - But pasaran!
  The red-haired beast went through the entire First World War with Gerda, starting in Poland and ending with that May offensive. The red-haired devil saw a lot.
  And I'm ready to fight to the end!
  Christina also shoots, baring her teeth. Her hair is golden-red. Girls don't age in war, in fact, they seem to grow younger! They're so fierce and loving. They bare their teeth.
  And there are not a single holes in the teeth.
  Magda has gold leaf-colored hair. And she grins wildly, too. What a cool girl. She has such aggressive grace and the energy of a thousand horses.
  Gerda, the girl with white hair, shoots and remarks with a smile:
  - There is a lot of good and bad in the world... But damn, how long has this war dragged on!
  Charlotte agreed with this:
  - And indeed, the Second World War has been dragging on for far too long. All the fighting, and more fighting... It's truly exhausting!
  Christina moved her bare foot along the armor and yelped:
  - But Britain is still not defeated!
  Magda fired at the Russians and growled:
  - And it must be defeated! This is our credo!
  Gerda hissed, shooting at the Russians and baring her ivory-colored teeth:
  - We need victory!
  Charlotte also fucked up, saying:
  - One for all, we will not stop at any price!
  Christina, the red-haired and golden beast, squealed:
  - No! We won't stand!
  Magda smacked her scarlet lips and chirped:
  - We don"t go to the store for prices!
  And the golden-haired harpy fired.
  Gerda also took a stab at the Russian tanks. She knocked out a vehicle and yelped:
  - We are the strongest in the world!
  Charlotte added, singing along:
  - We'll flush all our enemies down the toilet!
  Christina supported the song impulse:
  - The Fatherland does not believe in tears!
  Magda continued in a melodious voice:
  - And we'll give all the communists a good beating!
  And the girls winked at each other. Overall, they have a good tank. It's just hard to penetrate a T-54's frontal armor from a distance. But the Germans' shells aren't ordinary shells, they have a uranium core. And there are a lot of black people in the army. They fight with a frenzied fury. And not everyone can compare to them.
  The girls are used to fighting barefoot. Back in Poland, they wore nothing but bikinis and were barefoot.
  When bare soles touch the ground, it rejuvenates. Maybe that's why girls never age! Even though time flies! Let's be honest, these warriors are quite heroic.
  They've accomplished so many heroic deeds, yet they fight like ordinary soldiers. And always in bikinis and barefoot. In winter, they even enjoy slapping their bare feet through the snowdrifts.
  Gerda shoots and sings:
  - We will go through fire and water!
  Charlotte fired a bomb launcher at the Russians and said:
  - Glory to the Prussian people!
  Christina also fired and squeaked:
  - We will rule the planet!
  Magda nailed it and confirmed:
  - We definitely will!
  Gerda fired the projectile again and squealed:
  - Even napalm won't stop us!
  Charlotte agreed with this:
  - And even the atomic bomb, which we are not afraid of!
  Christina hissed and replied:
  - The Americans failed to create an atomic bomb! It's a bluff!
  Magda shouted at the top of her lungs:
  - The world cannot escape the new German order!
  In May, the Germans advanced around Smolensk from the north. Their tank columns were strong and they had a large number of infantry recruited from Africa and Arab countries. The Fritzes prevailed through sheer numbers.
  In addition, Germany now has disc aircraft in its arsenal that are invulnerable to small arms.
  Two girls, Albina and Alvina, are flying in a flying saucer. They are invulnerable thanks to a powerful laminar flow. But they can't fire themselves. However, thanks to their colossal speed, they can overtake and ram Soviet aircraft.
  Albina, bending her disc, noted:
  - The technology is ironclad, certainly necessary and very useful!
  Alvina giggled, bared her teeth and hissed:
  - But the spirit decides everything!
  Albina clarified:
  - The most fighting spirit there is!
  Both girls are blonde and wearing bikinis. They're very pretty and barefoot. When a warrior goes barefoot, she's lucky. These girls are so colorful and gorgeous right now.
  And before heading off to battle, the beauties will definitely work their tongues on a man's perfection. It's so pleasant and energizing. The warriors love to drink from the magic vessel. For them, it's a true feast of the flesh.
  This is how good it is for girls.
  Alvina shot down two Soviet MiG-9s and chirped:
  - Our glorious hunt!
  Albina confirmed the ramming and said:
  - And it will never be the last!
  Alvina knocked down three more Soviet attack aircraft and squeaked:
  - Do you think God loves Germany?
  Albina shook her head doubtfully:
  - Apparently not very!
  Alvina giggled and asked again:
  - Why do you think so?
  Albina rammed two Soviet cars and squealed:
  - The war has been going on for too long!
  Alvina logically noted:
  - But we are advancing!
  Albina bared her teeth and yelped:
  - So victory will come!
  Alvina shot down four Soviet planes at once with a daring maneuver and squealed:
  - He will definitely come!
  Albina considered it necessary to remind:
  - After Stalingrad, the war did not follow the rules...
  Alvina agreed with this:
  - That's right, it's not according to the rules!
  Albina squeaked in frustration:
  - We started losing!
  Alvina squeaked with annoyance:
  - They definitely have!
  Albina rammed several more Soviet vehicles and squealed:
  - Isn't this a problem for us?
  Alvina shot down a couple of Russian fighters and yelped:
  - We thought the situation was completely hopeless!
  Albina bared her teeth carnivorously and hissed:
  - And what do we see now?
  Alvina chirped with aplomb:
  - Something unshakable and unique!
  Albina flashed her pearly teeth and replied:
  - That the Third Reich is winning!
  Alvina took down a couple more Soviet attack aircraft and brought out:
  - We really must win!
  The girls grinned. They'd worked in a soldier's brothel, officially. They'd handled a lot of men, and not just white ones. And they absolutely loved it. It was so satisfying for bodies. But then the whores came under attack from the Soviets. They were captured. Well, the beauties thought they'd be raped. But what the heck!
  They forced the whores to dig trenches and ditches. The former night fairies didn't like this at all. So they all managed to escape. They seduced the guards after all.
  And they swore to take revenge on the Russians.
  And they fought against Russia. Such devils...
  Albina knocked down a few more Russian cars and muttered:
  - It is still possible to live with men!
  Alvina readily agreed with this:
  - It"s not even possible, it"s necessary!
  Albina bared her teeth and replied:
  - But still... Killing is sweet.
  And the girls knocked down five more Soviet cars with the movement of the disc.
  Alvina giggled and said:
  - And when is it bitter?
  Albina hit six more cars and replied:
  -After the victory, I'll get married! And have ten children!
  And both girls burst out laughing.
  And they sang;
  We are the knights of the faith of fascism,
  Let's grind the fighters of communism into dust!
  And how they laugh, baring their white-topped mountains.
  The Nazis managed to bypass Smolensk and took Pskov. Leningrad was also threatened. The situation was generally critical, though not catastrophic. But the USSR didn't have many reserves left. And it was unclear how much longer Russia could hold out. And the Germans were also exhausted and weakened.
  But the Fritzes have four girls and they are so greyhounds.
  Gerda fired her gun and hit the T-54 in the lower hull, and chirped, blinking her sapphire eyes:
  - No, God still loves Germany! We will definitely win!
  Charlotte readily agreed with this:
  "We can't lose! We'll soon reach Kalinin, and Moscow will be just a stone's throw away!"
  Christina bared her pearly nippers and yelped:
  - We'll get there, there will be time to get to Vladivostok!
  Magda noted with regret:
  "And the Japanese have already been defeated. This is very serious; we have lost an important ally."
  Gerda knocked out a new Soviet tank and squealed:
  - We can do without them!
  Charlotte giggled and remarked:
  - If the baby smiles, maybe everything will be okay!
  Christina said in rhyme:
  - The hippopotamus burst from a smile!
  Magda supported her:
  - The girl has a very greedy mouth!
  And the warriors burst out laughing. They were bursting with sparkling energy, one might even say, in abundance!
  Gerda fired again at the Soviet vehicles and yelped:
  - The next century will be ours!
  Charlotte also hit and confirmed:
  - There will also be flights into space!
  Christina readily confirmed this:
  - Let's fly into space!
  Magda fired a bomb and said:
  - Sitting in the star plane!
  Gerda stuck out her tongue and squeaked:
  - In the new century, the empire of the Third Reich will rule!
  Charlotte confirmed with an aggressive grin:
  - And the fourth one too.
  After which the beauty again destroyed the Soviet tank.
  Christina, the warrior-devil, sparkling her pearly teeth, squeaked:
  - Let there be a new order! And glory to the Great Empire!
  Magda confirmed with frenzied rage:
  - Glory to the empire!
  Gerda fired again and said:
  - Glory to us too!
  And it looks like the girl got into trouble.
  Charlotte nailed it too. And quite accurately, too. She pierced the Soviet tank right in the side. After which she chirped:
  - Let's fight for a new order!
  Magda, firing and hitting her opponents, confirmed:
  - And we will achieve it without any doubt!
  Gerda struck again, and very accurately, and said:
  - We'll achieve this with a large margin!
  And she sparkled with sapphire, very bright eyes.
  Charlotte also fired, hitting the Russian car and yelped, this is the devil with orange hair:
  - Everything will be simply top-notch!
  Magda also fired with frenzied fury. She destroyed the T-54 and squealed:
  - And the future crew!
  Here, however, the girls ran into problems. An IS-14 appeared. It's a very large vehicle. And it has a 152-millimeter gun with a long barrel. It can even penetrate a German.
  Gerda narrowed her eyes and asked Charlotte:
  - Can you cover it with a bomb thrower?
  The red-haired devil replied:
  - Of course there is a chance... But the accuracy of the bomb launcher is insufficient!
  Christina suggested heatedly:
  - Let me shoot it with my 88mm?
  Gerda remarked skeptically:
  "This IS-14 has 400mm of heavily sloped frontal armor. There's no way to take it!"
  Charlotte bared her teeth and remarked:
  - Damn it! And I thought the Russians didn't have a tank like this! It's just rumors!
  Magda suggested:
  - I thought it was disinformation too! But we can see it's not! And the Russian's gun is so long!
  Gerda sang, tapping her bare heel on the armored floor:
  - We will fight without fear!
  Charlotte confirmed her partner's sentiments:
  - We will fight without a single step back!
  Christina suggested:
  - What if you knock out a Soviet tank with a precise hit from a shell into the barrel?
  Gerda doubted:
  - Can you do that, from a long distance?
  Christina confirmed:
  - If you bring a lighter flame to my bare sole, I am quite capable of hitting the target very accurately!
  Instead of answering, Gerda flicked the lighter. Christina turned her bare foot over, and her bare, slightly callused heel glinted in the flame.
  Gerda held the fire to the girl's sole. A burning smell emanated from it. A very pleasant smell, like barbecue.
  Christina whispered:
  - And to the second heel!
  Then Magda lit the fire. Both tongues of flame now licked the bare soles of the very beautiful red-haired girl.
  Then Charlotte yelped and bared her breast. Without ceremony, she took it and pressed the joystick button with her scarlet nipple. The gun fired automatically.
  The shell flew past and landed right on the barrel of the impressive Soviet machine.
  It was as if a colossal elephant's enormous trunk had been severed. The Soviet tank, struck with a crushing blow, came to a halt. It was as if the sword had been knocked from its hands.
  What lucky whores!
  Charlotte sang, grinning joyfully:
  - Only fear will give us friends! Only pain motivates us to work!
  Gerda added with excitement:
  - I want to crush your stupid faces even more!
  The warriors of the Third Reich seemed to be very pleased!
  Late June 1946. The Germans are trying to break through to Leningrad. They're attacking Novgorod. But a brave four girls stand in their way.
  Natasha threw a grenade at the fascists with her bare foot and sang:
  - In vain...
  Zoya launched the death gift with her bare heel and added:
  - The enemy...
  Augustine added something devastating and squeaked:
  - He thinks...
  Svetlana tossed the grenade with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - What...
  Natasha threw a couple of lemons with her bare feet and yelped:
  - Russians...
  Zoya also added something energetic and deadly, squealing:
  - I managed....
  Augustine launched the deadly one, muttering:
  - Enemy....
  Svetlana gave another devastating sip and blurted out:
  - Break it!
  Natasha fired a burst and squeaked:
  - Who...
  Zoya also fired at the black foreigners that the fascists had recruited and squealed:
  - Brave!
  Augustine said with force and fury:
  - That...
  Svetlana gave in with a panther-like grin:
  - IN...
  Natasha threw a grenade with her bare foot and yelped:
  - I'm fighting...
  Zoya threw the gift of death with her bare fingers and muttered:
  - It's attacking!
  Augustine hit and muttered:
  - Enemies...
  Svetlana kicked the bunch of grenades with her bare feet and yelled at the top of her lungs:
  - We will...
  Natasha fired a burst and hissed:
  - Furiously...
  Zoya cut down the fascists and squealed:
  - Hit!
  Augustine fired again and yelped:
  - Furiously...
  Svetlana chirped while firing:
  - Hit!
  Natasha threw a grenade again with her graceful, bare foot and chirped:
  - We will destroy the fascists!
  Zoya took it and chirped:
  - The future path to communism!
  And she threw a lemon with her bare toes.
  Augustina took and scattered the lines, and her bare legs flew with destruction at the Fritzes:
  - We will split our opponents!
  Svetlana took the bundle of grenades and tossed it with her bare heel and squealed:
  - Let's destroy the fascists!
  And the four continued shooting and throwing grenades. A German E-75 was moving. A vehicle with a 128-millimeter cannon. And it was firing.
  And the girls threw grenades. They blew up the fascists. And they fired back. They pushed forward. The tanks were advancing again. The newest German Leopard-1 was moving. A very agile machine.
  But the girls took him on too and knocked him out. They tore apart the mobile, gas-turbine-powered vehicle. And blew it to pieces.
  Natasha noted with a laugh:
  - We fight great!
  Zoya agreed with this:
  - Very cool!
  Augustine wittily remarked:
  - We will have victory!
  And she launched an anti-tank grenade with her bare foot. What a strong girl. And so witty.
  Svetlana also launched a death gift with her bare toes and hit her opponent. A very aggressive girl, with eyes the color of cornflowers. She has such wit and a burst of strength!
  Natasha fired a burst and bared her teeth:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Zoya was shooting very actively and grinning, showing her pearly teeth:
  - I am a warrior of that level that never fades!
  Augustina fired too. She mowed down the fascists and gurgled:
  - I am a warrior with great ambitions!
  And she bared her pearly teeth!
  Svetlana confirmed:
  - Very big ambitions!
  The girls have been fighting for a very long time. And, of course, they've excelled in military work. They're absolutely stunning. Outstanding intelligence. And they're first-rate shots.
  Natasha threw a lemon with her bare foot and sang:
  - From the sky...
  Zoya also threw a grenade with her bare toes and said:
  - Star...
  Augustina launched the gift of death with her bare foot and sang:
  - Bright...
  Svetlana also threw a grenade, using her bare foot, and said:
  - Khrustalina!
  Natasha fired a burst and hissed:
  - I'll tell you...
  Zoya launched the gift of death with her bare fingers, hissing:
  - A song....
  Augustine kicked the thing that brings death with her bare heel and squealed:
  - I'll sing...
  Natasha continued, singing aggressively:
  - About...
  Zoya threw the exploding bag with her bare foot, scattering the fascists and squealed:
  - Dear...
  Augustina kicked a bunch of grenades with her bare heel and said:
  - Stalin!
  The Germans were bogged down in the battle for Smolensk, but managed to completely encircle the city. They shelled it using Sturmlev and Sturmmaus self-propelled guns. The Nazis were a force to be reckoned with.
  However, even small children fought against the Nazis. Boys and girls threw homemade explosive devices at German tanks, self-propelled guns, and infantry.
  The pioneers fought with great courage. They knew what being captured by the Nazis meant.
  A girl named Marinka, for example, fell into the clutches of the Nazis. Her bare feet were oiled and placed near a brazier. The flames almost licked her bare heels, calloused from long periods of walking barefoot. The torture continued for about fifteen minutes, until the soles of her feet were covered in blisters. Then, the girl's bare feet were untied. And again they asked questions. They beat her bare skin with rubber hoses.
  Then they would apply electric shock... Marinka was tortured until she lost consciousness ten times during the interrogation. Then they would let her rest. When her bare feet had healed a little, they would oil them again and bring the brazier back. This torture could be repeated many times. They would torture her with electric shocks and whip her with rubber hoses.
  They tortured Marinka for quite a long time, until she went blind and gray from the torture. After that, they buried her alive. They didn't even waste a bullet.
  The Nazis whipped the pioneer Vasya on his naked body with hot wire.
  Then they seared her bare heels with red-hot strips of iron. The boy couldn't stand it; he screamed, but he still didn't give up his comrades.
  The Nazis dissolved him alive in hydrochloric acid. And that was excruciatingly painful.
  Such monsters, these Fritz... They tortured a Komsomol member with an iron. Then they hung her on the rack, lifted her up, and threw her down. Then they started burning her with a red-hot crowbar. They tore out her breasts with tongs. Then they literally tore off her nose with red-hot pliers.
  The girl was tortured to death... All her fingers and a leg were broken. Another Komsomol member, Anna, was impaled. And as she lay dying, they burned her with torches.
  In short, the fascists tortured us as best they could and as best they could. They tortured and tormented everyone.
  Natasha and her team were still fighting while surrounded. The girls used their graceful bare feet to fight and threw grenades. They fought off the superior numbers of the Fritz. They held their ground very courageously and showed no signs of retreating.
  Natasha, fighting the battle, wondered if there really was a God. After all, the Bible, so widely believed, was full of errors and contradictions.
  EPILOGUE
  Fighting continued along all front lines. The Nazis were mounting their offensive. Fighting was already underway on the approaches to Leningrad and Vyazma. Vladivostok was surrounded and under attack. Khabarovsk had been taken. Alma-Ata, also encircled, was nearly taken. The USSR was being heavily bombed. The situation was extremely grave. Even total mobilizations were not helping. Children as young as five were being put to work. And women's and children's divisions were being formed. The situation was very serious indeed.
  Stalin-Gron resembles a boxer under siege. Kyiv is also surrounded. Fighting is underway for that city. The Nazis have broken through to Crimea, landing troops there, and the battle for Sevastopol has begun. Things are extremely serious. And the fascist hordes are already approaching Kharkov and Orel from the north.
  What should you do in such a situation? The enemy is much stronger. Or rather, many times stronger.
  But Soviet female warriors fight extremely desperately.
  The girls burst into laughter after these words. And they took off their bras. They began to shower each other's breasts with kisses. It was so pleasant and delightful. They were true warriors.
  Natasha stated decisively:
  - The Bible is definitely a fairy tale!
  Augustine logically noted:
  "God doesn't necessarily need revelations through a Jewish fairy tale! My personal God is the Almighty Rod! We will fight for the glory of the Most High Rod!"
  And all four girls exclaimed, throwing their bare feet up:
  - Glory to great Russia!
  As the siege of Smolensk dragged on, the four girls suffered from cold and hunger, like the remnants of the Soviet garrison. It's therefore not surprising that the girls received orders to break out of the encirclement.
  They are wearing only panties, tanned, barefoot, and are heading for the breakthrough.
  They run along and fire single shots, as they should conserve ammunition.
  And the Nazis unleashed a literal barrage of fire on them. But it's no coincidence that the girls are wearing only thin panties. Bullets thus don't touch them. And they run, completely invulnerable. And bare feet also provide excellent protection for the girls in battle.
  Natasha fired, knocked down the fascist and roared:
  - Stalin is with us!
  Zoya fired too, throwing a bottle fragment with her bare foot. She knocked down two Fritzes and yelped:
  - Stalin lives in my heart!
  Augustina also fired and said with aplomb:
  - In the name of Rus'!
  And she stuck out her tongue. And knocked down the fascist.
  Svetlana fired a nail, hit the Nazi, and chirped:
  - In the name of communism!
  A group of four barefoot girls, clad only in thin panties, raced through the Nazi lines. The warriors were almost naked, wearing only panties of various colors: black, white, red, blue.
  And this is also magic, deflecting bullets and shrapnel. Try grabbing these girls with your bare hands! They're simply beauties of the highest order!
  And what breasts! Nipples like strawberries. And very seductive. In general, the girls are so beautiful, and almost naked.
  Natasha, shooting, imagined herself at a slave auction. How they peeled away veil after veil, revealing her strong, muscular, girlish body. And she stood there, proudly straightening her shoulders, raising her head, demonstrating that she was not at all ashamed. She was, after all, a girl of the highest order. In the prime of her life, and ageless.
  When a woman goes barefoot, she looks younger and stays forever. The key is wearing minimal clothing and having regular sex with a man. More precisely, with different men, preferably young ones. To keep yourself looking younger.
  Natasha imagined herself naked at a slave market, and felt a thrill. It felt like buyers were groping her, their hands dangling from her most sensitive parts. How wonderful it must be to be a slave. But it's no fun in a harem. There are no men, only eunuchs. And she wants lots of them, and with different types.
  Ah, poor women of the harem. How unlucky you are with men. How much longer must you suffer from abstinence! But Natasha didn't want to restrain her shark instincts.
  The girl shot at the fascist and said:
  - I'm a terminator!
  Zoya also fired, chirping:
  - And I am a super class warrior!
  Augustina took and knocked down three fascists and chirped:
  - Stalin was with us!
  Svetlana fired. She killed four fascists and squealed:
  - Stalin is with us!
  Natasha knocked down several Third Reich mercenaries, threw a stone with her bare foot and squealed:
  - Stalin will always be among us!
  Zoya bared her teeth and stuck out her tongue, squealing:
  - For the greatness of Russia!
  Augustine threw a shard of window glass with her bare fingers, slit the fascist"s throat and squealed:
  - For our new Slavic Family!
  And she burst out laughing...
  Svetlana fired at the Nazis, cut down several fighters and said:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Natasha stomped on the fascists. She kicked the grenade the Nazis had launched at her with her bare heel. She scattered the Nazis with a precise hit and yelped:
  - For Svarog!
  After which she bared her teeth with a face that was so full of the grace and fury of a panther.
  Zoya took the rusty nail and slid it through her bare toes. It pierced the Hitlerite officer's eyes and chirped:
  - For the White God!
  Augustina took the explosive packet and slammed it into her bare heel. It scattered the Fritzes like shards of glass, and squealed:
  - For a new Russian order!
  Svetlana took it and threw it with her bare toes, killingly, breaking through the Fritzes and barked:
  - For the Russian House!
  The four girls fought desperately, and very aggressively. The Germans and their mercenaries retreated. They backed away from the girls. The Nazis were no match for the Red Army.
  The Fritzes remember Stalingrad. How the girls gave them hell there. They fought barefoot and in bikinis, too. It's the most effective clothing. No one can stop girls when they're half-naked. And with their bare feet they hurl gifts of destruction.
  Natasha threw a shard of ceramic with her bare toes. She cracked the German general's skull and sang:
  - In the Name of Mother Rus'!
  Zoya took the shrapnel and threw it with her bare fingers, pierced the fascist and shouted:
  - Yes, for my house!
  Augustina launched the disc from her bare foot. She cut down six Nazis and squealed:
  - For Stalin!
  Svetlana also added a new passage, knocked down the Fritzes and squeaked:
  - For a new world!
  Now Gerda's crew was advancing toward Vyazma. The city was only about ten kilometers away. But the Red Army's resistance was growing. New Soviet T-55 tanks, with more powerful 105-millimeter guns and thicker armor, were entering the fray. However, these vehicles were still few in number.
  Charlotte pressed the joystick button with her bare foot and pierced the Soviet tank's armor right at the joint. She accurately struck the Red Army vehicle, despite its superior armor compared to the T-54.
  The red-haired devil giggled and remarked:
  - We are the strongest army!
  Christina remarked with a grin:
  - And we will be stronger than everyone!
  And she, too, pressed the joystick buttons with her bare toes. She amazed the Soviet machine. She's a very accurate girl. Kristina remembered how she had accomplished heroic deeds. How she had made love to the Shah of Iran. Yes, that was quite wonderful!
  And the warrior stammered:
  - For great Germany!
  Magda, this blonde with golden hair, fired at Soviet troops and said:
  - For the sacred victory!
  The girl, firing, thought with annoyance. The Germans had missed their chance during the First World War. Why had they thwarted their plan to attack Paris and transferred three corps to East Prussia? They could have temporarily sacrificed territory in the east, but taken Paris and solved the French problem in the most radical way.
  But this wasn't done. And there was no point in declaring war on Russia at all. Nicholas II certainly wouldn't have dared to wage war against such a powerful adversary as Germany. And why fight on two fronts? They could have attacked Russia, ignoring France and Belgium.
  And, Magda thought, they should have attacked Russia when it was tied down by the war with Japan. In that case, Nicholas II might have found himself without the support of Britain and France. He would have been under pressure from the Austrians, the Turks, the Italians, Germany, and Japan.
  They would have simply crushed Russia. And it would have accomplished nothing.
  Instead, Germany found itself fighting a war on two fronts against stronger powers, including Japan, the United States, and Italy.
  So Wilhelm miscalculated. Hitler proved more far-sighted, making peace with the USSR and defeating France.
  But the Germans found themselves caught between a rock and a hard place during the First World War. Tsar Nicholas II was largely unsuccessful. But his empire was vast, three times larger in population than the Germans. And resisting the Russians proved extremely difficult.
  Having more forces, Tsarist Russia represented almost half of the Entente's land forces. And it was doomed to victory. If not for the military coup that took place in St. Petersburg, it's unlikely Germany would have survived. But something terrible happened for Russians: the monarchy fell. God's anointed one was gone. And things got very bad!
  And for the Germans it"s a relief, but Germany still lost.
  The United States entered the war and proved to be very strong. And most importantly, their tanks. They literally crushed the Germans with their sheer mass of steel.
  A disappointing defeat. And, whatever one might say, capitulation might have been the best option. Germany had lost all its allies and was being pressed by tanks. There was no real chance of victory.
  And Bolshevik Russia could well have opened a second front in the east.
  In any case, the decision to capitulate was difficult, but forced.
  Magda remembered being spanked for stealing a piece of bread from the cafeteria. She'd confessed and received slightly fewer lashes. And she'd endured the punishment in silence. She didn't cry or moan. Although being spanked on your bare back hurts.
  Gerda fired, pierced the Soviet tank and roared:
  - Born invincible!
  Charlotte agreed with this:
  -Nobody will stop us!
  Christina snapped and barked:
  - Never in the world!
  Magda squealed deafeningly:
  - And in the next world too!
  The four warriors emerged from the encirclement. They wandered around the swamps for a bit, singing merrily;
  The moon was painted crimson,
  Where the waves roared against the rocks.
  "Let's go for a ride, beauty,
  "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
  
  "I go with you willingly,
  I love sea waves.
  Give the sail full freedom,
  I myself will take the wheel."
  
  "You rule the open sea,
  Where we cannot cope with the storm.
  In such crazy weather
  You can't trust the waves."
  
  "No way? Why not, my dear?
  And in the past, bygone fate,
  Do you remember, you treacherous traitor,
  How did I trust you?
  
  The moon was painted crimson,
  Where the waves roared against the rocks.
  "Let's go for a ride, beauty,
  "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
  The girls sang and clapped for themselves. Augustine noticed, smiling out of the corner of her mouth:
  - We gave the fascists a real beating. It was a glorious battle, and for many, it was the last!
  Natasha giggled:
  - You're just like Mowgi!
  Augustine bared her teeth and agreed:
  - Mowgli was super!
  Zoya noticed with a bared tooth:
  - We need to come up with a way to defeat the superior forces of the Wehrmacht!
  Svetlana suggested:
  - With some kind of super-powerful gas!
  Augustina sang, splashing her bare feet through the puddles:
  - Gas, gas, gas, gas! We'll finish off all the enemies at once!
  Natasha suggested to this:
  - Let's sing something else!
  And the girls began to sing in sync;
  The moon was painted crimson,
  Where the waves roared against the rocks.
  "Let's go for a ride, beauty,
  "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
  
  "I go with you willingly,
  I love sea waves.
  Give the sail full freedom,
  I myself will take the wheel."
  
  "You rule the open sea,
  Where we cannot cope with the storm.
  In such crazy weather
  You can't trust the waves."
  
  "No way? Why not, my dear?
  And in the past, bygone fate,
  Do you remember, you treacherous traitor,
  How did I trust you?
  
  The moon was painted crimson,
  Where the waves roared against the rocks.
  "Let's go for a ride, beauty,
  "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
  The girls finished the song and spun around in somersaults. They have mass in their fair heads, after all. Three blondes and a redhead. Cool girls.
  As she ran, Augustina remembered playing billiards. Of course, it wasn't for money. Since she had nothing at the time, she bet on a blow job against five rubles. And she won the first game. What's more, she played barefoot, which was a big help. Then she played another game with a notorious thief.
  And she won again. Then another game, doubling the stakes. The girl was very clever. And the crime boss turned out to be drunk, too. Eventually, he pulled out a gun and started shooting. Augustina grabbed the money she'd won and disappeared, her bare heels flashing. These men are so nervous. Maybe she really shouldn't play with them, but make money through lovemaking?
  Avgustina could have lived comfortably in Moscow, but after the colony, the girl was eager to go to the front. She wanted to fight. Besides, she was drawn to heroic deeds. Becoming a heroine-that would be so wonderful!
  You also need to know how to play cards for money. Augustine was once swindled by some crooks and had to lick their ass. Okay, so you can imagine it's honey and you wish it wasn't so disgusting. But working her front end-that was pure pleasure for the fiery red-haired devil. She could reach orgasm with any man. So in Moscow, she made money easily and pleasantly.
  It's a shame, but the war had its own set of changes. Augustine even used her charms in intelligence. And she seduced all the men she could find. And she loved to torment them. Especially the younger ones. The devil liked it. However, despite the many awards, the girls still held the rank of captain, and only Natasha became a major.
  After the fall of Smolensk, the Nazis besieged Vyazma. The city held out stubbornly. In the north, the Nazis managed to take Novgorod and were approaching Leningrad. The situation was exacerbated by Sweden's entry into the war. That country, too, wanted territorial gains from Russia. And they recalled previous wars, especially that of Charles XII-also significant events of ancient times. Swedish divisions appeared at the front and advanced on Petrozavodsk and Leningrad from the north. Finnish-Swedish, German, and foreign troops were pressing forward. And it seemed they would not stop.
  Beautiful Swedish girls are flying planes. Gringeta and Gertrud, two G-wings, are fighting as a pair. They are very brave girls. And beautiful. They are flying ME-462s, jet fighters bought from the Germans. As is customary for girls, they are wearing bikinis and barefoot.
  The German aircraft is very powerful in terms of armament. It has seven cannons: one 37mm and six 30mm. Soviet MiG-15 fighters are racing against it. They are slightly weaker in armament: one 37mm cannon and two 23mm cannons. In other words, the forces are very uneven.
  Gringeta fires its aircraft cannons. It hits a Soviet fighter and beeps:
  - This is our highest level of skill!
  Gertrude also knocks down her car on the first try and squeals:
  - For Charles the Twelfth!
  The blonde devil is truly vexed that Sweden lost the war to Russia. Under Ivan the Terrible, the Swedes managed to take Narva and several Russian towns on the coast. But then, under Fedot the First, Russia recaptured the lands it had lost in the Livonian War. True, this was facilitated by Poland fighting on Russia's side.
  But then, during Shuisky's reign, the Swedes were able to conquer Russian cities. Then they took Novgorod. They besieged Pskov, but without success.
  Then came the war between Russia and Poland. In the confusion, the Swedes captured most of the Baltics and Riga. Before that, they had conquered lands in Europe.
  Sweden has become a world power. It has reached its peak.
  But then Peter the Great came to power in Russia and began to build a vast empire. Sweden was opposed by Poland, Saxony, Denmark, and, of course, Russia. The forces were unequal.
  But Charles XII, at the age of sixteen, was able to defeat Denmark on the fly, and then, near Narva, attacked the superior forces of Russia and won a remarkable victory.
  But Peter the Great was not broken by these setbacks. He gathered new forces and went on the offensive, taking advantage of the fact that Charles XII was at war with Poland.
  But the Swedes conquered Poland. And the approach of Russian troops was of no avail. Peter the Great was even prepared to make peace, returning the towns and Narva captured by the Russians to the Swedes.
  But Charles XII was determined. However, Peter the Great managed to turn the tide of the war. The fact that the people of Poland and Ukraine did not support Charles XII played a role. The Swedes suffered a decisive defeat at Poltava. How did this happen? The Russians managed to wear down the Swedes, entrenching themselves behind their redoubts. And then a devastating counterattack decided everything.
  The wounding of Charles XII before the battle also played a negative role.
  After Narva, Russia seized the initiative completely. And was able to defeat the Swedes even at sea. Which is quite unfortunate.
  Charles XII died during the siege of a Norwegian fortress. The war soon ended with the virtual defeat of the Swedes. However, Peter the Great, under pressure from European countries, agreed to formalize his territorial gains as purchases. Sweden lost a great deal of territory, including in Europe. And already under Alexander I, Finland was conquered by the Russians.
  Of course, Sweden is hurt and they want revenge. The situation has escalated, especially after the Nazi victory in the parliamentary elections. And the war now has historical parallels for the Swedes.
  Gertrude attacks the Soviet car and sings:
  - Once upon a time there lived Anton the fourth...
  Gringeta is cut down by a MIG-15 fighter and roars:
  - He was a glorious king...
  Gertrude knocked down the Russian and sang:
  - I loved wine to bits...
  Gringeta tries to get onto the Soviet car and howls:
  - What a crackling sound there was sometimes!
  Gertrude sang:
  - Tili bom! Tili bom!
  And the girl stuck out her pink tongue.
  The girls turned out to be cheerful... They fought with great gusto. They fought like eagles. And they never retreated.
  Gringeta ran barefoot through the snow. And she was such a spirited girl. And she reminisced about her exploits. How they hunted a polar bear barefoot and in bikinis. Which was very entertaining.
  Half-naked girls shot at a wild animal with bows. They hit it and made the beast roar.
  Then they ran away, their red heels flashing from the cold. They were beautiful girls. Almost naked, but very brave. And they hunted, fearless.
  Then, when the wounded bear died, the girls roasted its meat and had a feast. It was so wonderful. The girls swam in the ice hole and showered each other with snow. Then they ran wet through the snowdrifts. It was all so magnificent and cool.
  Gertrude and Gringeta were now hunting Soviet pilots. They remembered the main rule: you have to fight almost naked and barefoot, and then the girl won't be shot down. Being almost naked gives warriors such strength. So why didn't anyone conquer the world in the Middle Ages?
  Because the power of bare, feminine feet was underestimated. And barefoot girls are actually pretty cool and strong! When a girl is barefoot, her bare soles absorb the energy of the earth.
  This is the colossal power of the female warriors.
  Gertrude shot down a Soviet plane and chirped:
  - It's cooler for girls to go barefoot!
  Gringeta also took a swipe at the Russians and squeaked:
  - Girls don't need shoes!
  And she watched the burning Russian fighter jet falling down.
  She thought about how wonderful it would be to run barefoot, both through snowdrifts and in the desert. The soles of a girl's feet become very springy and durable, and they don't crack. So there's no need to worry about the problems. Winters in Russia are generally harsh, and it would be nice to run in the snow. After all, she's a girl of the highest order.
  And how graceful and uniquely beautiful is a girl's bare foot on a snowdrift? And the toes, and the foot, and all of it together? How wonderful it is when chiseled feet step on a white surface, and the tanned ones themselves. And the girls' hair is light, they are such stunning blondes.
  And they love when men kiss their bare heels.
  Gringeta hits another Soviet car and chirps:
  - Glory to the Fatherland, Glory!
  Gertrude shot down a Russian fighter and said:
  - Charlemagne is with us!
  The girls are simply amazing, and they have such unique beauty. You can truly go crazy for such girls. And their bodies are so muscular and pleasant.
  Gringeta loved it when men stroked her. It felt so good. And her skin was smooth, firm, as if polished. What a girl.
  And I like massage.
  Now she shot down a Russian plane and roared:
  - I'm like a bear!
  And she stuck out her tongue!
  Gertrude fired again and chirped:
  - We are tigresses!
  And the girls performed loops in unison. They are such incredible warriors. They exude passion and a triumph of will. And their skin is so tanned, it's almost bronze.
  The female warriors had time to fight in Africa and as infantry. Which is very good for blondes. And they became so beautiful and dark.
  Gertrude sang:
  - Natural blonde! Muscular back!
  Gringeta confirmed:
  - I defeat everyone without exception!
  Soviet female warriors are fighting for Vyazma, which is surrounded by the Nazis on almost all sides. And they are fighting heroically.
  Natasha, however, throwing a grenade with her bare foot, squeaked:
  - We cannot avoid victory!
  Zoya also fired a burst. She launched a grenade with her bare foot. She knocked down the fascists and squealed:
  - There can't be two deaths!
  Augustine fired a burst too. The red-haired devil tossed a grenade with her bare foot and chirped:
  - The next century will be ours!
  Svetlana fired a burst too. She took out a bunch of Fritzes and then gurgled:
  - We are born with a new century!
  And she stuck out her tongue!
  The girls are quite impressive. They are very beautiful and tanned, three blondes and a redhead, with lean, defined muscles.
  What good girls...
  Natasha thought, shooting, that if the Bible isn't the word of God, then Russians need a different, more perfect religion. To grow in spirit and truth!
  And what could be better than faith in the Almighty Rod!
  
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