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Stalin -Putin And The November Slush

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    In November 1950, the weather warmed up a bit and rain began to fall. The country continued to rebuild itself after the war. The Third Reich was digesting and assimilating its countless conquests, and for now, calmly. But the adventures in a number of plot lines continued.
  STALIN -PUTIN AND THE NOVEMBER SLUSH.
  ANNOTATION.
  In November 1950, the weather warmed up a bit and rain began to fall. The country continued to rebuild itself after the war. The Third Reich was digesting and assimilating its countless conquests, and for now, calmly. But the adventures in a number of plot lines continued.
  CHAPTER No 1.
  The snow has melted and the ground is slushy. But that's no problem for Stalin-Putin. He's sitting in an underground bunker, tanning in a solarium. And swimming in a pool with girls in nothing but bikinis, some even in panties. Beautiful girls, so to speak, and the old geezer is splashing around with them.
  Well, beautiful, barefoot girls also serve him exquisite dishes. Meanwhile, the country is still rationed. Although, starting next year, they might try to abolish them. There are problems, especially related to the loss of Ukraine's black soil. But the tank factories have been restored from the bombings and are already producing tractors.
  There was also something peaceful about it. Here's a big-screen TV in Stalin's house.
  And then there are the Pioneers singing. The boys, in shorts and white shirts, march with a measured step. Their feet, of course, are bare. Especially since it's warm in the bunker and the tiles are clean. And the girls, too, are wearing white dresses and red ties.
  Stalin-Putin was no longer young, and the Komsomol girls massaged him with their hands. And they were very beautiful warriors. And two more Pioneer girls walked across Stalin-Putin's hairy back with their bare, graceful feet.
  The girls sang very beautifully and with full sound:
  People will be happy,
  Happiness forever...
  Under Soviet rule,
  The power is great!
  The chorus that the girls sang:
  We are not on parade today,
  We are on the way to communism.
  In the communist brigade
  Stalin is ahead with us!
  And the young pioneers jumped up and down, stamping their bare feet.
  We are everywhere where it is difficult
  Every hour is precious,
  Everyday work
  Holidays for us.
  Chorus: The girls jumped up and down, stamping their bare, graceful feet.
  If you gave your word,
  We won't let you down,
  The sun of new life
  We will light up the earth!
  People will be happy,
  Happiness for centuries;
  In the Soviet Power
  The power is great!
  We are not on parade today,
  We are on the way to communism.
  In the communist brigade
  Stalin is ahead with us!
  Stalin-Putin was so pleased. Right now he was eating hazel grouse with pineapple. And washing it down with some very good Georgian wine. And it was fun and good. The country, after the war, which should have been considered practically lost, was recovering. And even crime was falling. So what's so upset about? On the contrary, everything was fine, beautiful Marquise.
  But the threat from the Third Reich remains. Although an invasion in winter is unlikely. If it does come, it will only be in the spring, and most likely in May, after the sowing season is over. Or maybe even in June. Although Hitler has no time to rush.
  There are numerous construction projects in the Third Reich. They're even digging a canal from the Caspian Sea to the Persian Gulf.
  So Hitler has vast plans. A tunnel under the English Channel is being built. And a flight to the moon is being prepared. The flight to the moon is scheduled to launch next year, on April 20th, the Führer's birthday.
  So for now, the Germans have plenty of problems and need to digest the war. And in China, the guerrilla war continues unabated. It's also diverting significant Wehrmacht forces. And this also benefits Stalin and Putin, who have gained a respite for now.
  Boys and girls are marching. Their legs are tanned, graceful, and perfectly shaped. And they march with a precise step, pointing their toes and placing their feet evenly.
  Children march and beat drums. Bugles blare, boys and girls puff out their cheeks. And their cheeks are childish, rosy.
  Stalin-Putin noted with a smile:
  "This is incredibly cool! We are great communists and will remain the greatest in the world, despite all the might of the Third Reich!"
  The boys and girls strolled along, their bare feet slapping on the tiles and then the coarse gravel path. They strolled happily.
  The children walked and marched with even greater energy.
  Stalin-Putin called Voznesensky right from the pool and asked:
  - How about creating a self-propelled gun with a single crew member? The T-54 tank is clearly obsolete!
  Nikolai answered quite logically:
  "The work is progressing well. We'll soon create and launch this self-propelled gun. The question is about armament. Either machine guns, or an AWAP, or a light anti-tank gun. But that won't be enough. Or three aircraft cannons would be really cool for destroying militants!"
  Stalin-Putin exclaimed:
  "Well, it would be better to create a super-class cannon! Something small, but with a muzzle velocity of at least five kilometers per second!"
  Voznesensky remarked with a sigh:
  - Explosives can't expand faster than two thousand two hundred meters per hour during an explosion. So such a gun is fantastic!
  Stalin-Putin replied:
  - If the weapon uses the principle of electromagnetic induction, then it"s possible!
  Voznesensky nodded:
  - Theoretically, yes... But in practice, it's very difficult to implement into a tank-mounted weapon. And it would require a whole power plant.
  Stalin and Putin sighed heavily. Even in the twenty-first century, they couldn't install an electromagnetic induction cannon on a tank. But try doing it now? The resources and technology aren't what they used to.
  The leader of the USSR stated:
  "In any case, we really need a self-propelled gun with one crew member in a prone position. Even if it's just a machine gun for now. The role of infantry shouldn't be underestimated!"
  Stalin-Putin recalled the war he himself had orchestrated in Ukraine, the bloodiest massacre since World War II. During that war, Russia lost almost all its tanks. Infantry began to play a greater role in attacks. It truly was like a return to the Russo-Japanese War of Nicholas II. True, unlike in that war, Russian infantry was more willing to attack. But there were secrets to this war, including pharmacology. And of course, a paid contract soldier wouldn't go into battle without a reason!
  And he won"t want to die!
  However, even under Stalin, those going into battle were given a hundred grams of alcohol, known as the People's Commissar's Hundred Grams. And they poured out like an avalanche.
  Stalin-Putin started singing:
  Three tankmen drank three hundred each,
  And then they drank - a hundred each!
  It's so nice to eat, for example, spiced turkey, or roast giraffe with snake sausages, washed down with black caviar and fine wines. How wonderful. And herds of half-naked girls wander around you. And you truly are like a king. And what do you care that the rest of the country is on ration cards? The main thing is that you're doing just fine.
  Stalin-Putin started singing:
  What you want,
  You'll get one...
  What you want,
  After all, you are the Lord!
  And you walk confidently,
  Not remembering those,
  On whose dreams scattered,
  You built success!
  And Koba-Putin drank a whole glass of rather expensive French wine. And, with the help of the girls, he climbed ashore and fell asleep. And he dreamed...
  And a great many other countless series!
  Here's an interesting scenario: Chamberlain doesn't resign and manages to conclude peace with Hitler. Russia then fights the Third Reich, one-on-one. But the Red Army manages to reach a state of combat readiness-and there's no longer any misinformation that the Führer will first attack Britain in the Isles.
  The Germans still achieve initial success, but are stopped at the Dnieper River. The war becomes protracted. Lacking a second front, the Germans produce more tanks and aircraft and conscript foreigners into their army.
  The war has been going on for many years. And the front line is stable along the Dnieper. The Germans have jet aircraft, their main fighter being the ME-362. The USSR has acquired the MiG-15, a German fighter more powerful, faster, and more heavily armed, while the Soviet one is lighter and more maneuverable.
  The Third Reich's main tank was the E-50 U, while the USSR had the T-54. The German tank was heavier, slightly better armored, slightly faster on roads, and more heavily armed. Among heavy tanks, the E-75 U competes with the IS-7 L. For those who don't know, the IS-7 L weighs only fifty tons compared to the classic IS, has a smaller gun, and slightly thinner side and rear armor. The German E-75 U, also lighter than the classic, has a gas turbine engine, a lower silhouette, and is better protected thanks to armor plates on the sides.
  In short, the Second World War is going on... Stalin died in March 1953, but the war still goes on and on.
  And it doesn't end there. And the Supreme Commander-in-Chief, Marshal Vasilevsky, and the Chairman of the State Defense Committee, Molotov, Defense Minister Zhukov, Chairman of the Council of Ministers Malenkov, First Secretary of the Central Committee, Nikita Khrushchev, and Chief of Police, Beria... Such a collective body-the State Defense Committee, and its directorates.
  But the Red Army was still strong, and Hitler's calculations on panic and confusion in the USSR proved futile. And so came June 22, 1956 - fifteen years since the Great Patriotic War.
  And a weary Hitler himself proposed a truce brokered by the US and Britain. America had defeated Japan and was now a superpower with the atomic bomb.
  Yes, Britain is very strong - it retained control over India and even seized some of the French colonies. And it also acquired an atomic bomb.
  So, the USSR is ready to make peace and draw the border along the Dnieper, but a group of time travelers-Oleg Rybachenko and four witch girls-changes the balance of power. They give Hitler, the US, and Britain a decisive "no," and the Red Army resumes hostilities precisely on November 7, 1956.
  And then the war and the adventures of the five, with the expectation of taking Berlin in about a year and hanging Hitler!
  For example, girls throw fiery pulsars with their bare toes. And they literally burn through their opponents. They literally turn them into a sieve.
  And the boy-terminator fires from the hypermagolaser. And Hitler's tanks turn into cakes and ice cream, in golden trays and wine glasses.
  And the German soldiers turn into little, obedient boys of about seven years old. That's so cool and awesome.
  And airplanes are also turned into cotton candy, or chocolate-covered cakes. And what else isn't produced.
  And when self-propelled guns become chocolates, then this is hyperpulsar.
  Four girls and a boy took on the fascists so much that whole rivers of blood from condensed milk and jam began to flow.
  Stalin-Putin woke up. He was lying on an inflatable mattress, carefully covered with a blanket. Nearby lay young girls, who, with their biofield, were trying to rejuvenate the dictator. The young pioneers had left the pool. Their bare, childish feet were clearly marching.
  Stalin-Putin loved having children around - they gave him youthful energy and strength!
  But then Beria calls, and it's time to deal with state affairs. And Putin-Stalin had already had enough of this in his previous life. He ruled back then, all the way back on August 10th, 1999. And from the very beginning of his reign, there were wars, bloodshed, murders, and destruction. Such a bloody ruler he is. No wonder Nostradamus called Vladimir Putin the King of Terror!
  And how long he lasted in power back then-even he himself didn't expect it! After all, according to the Russian constitution, the president has two four-year terms. But back then, he hadn't yet had time to tire of power. But now, you feel the mental and physical strain within you, and you're pulling yourself together beyond your strength.
  And talking to Beria about the atomic bomb is already boring. You hear practically the same thing over and over again: more money, and it takes time.
  But as for order, crime in the USSR is indeed declining. Many thugs have killed themselves. And almost all of them are working. And there's work for everyone. So even Beria is uninteresting to listen to.
  The only thing is the assassination attempt on Hitler. Wouldn't the Führer's removal lead to the collapse of the Third Reich? Göring, due to drug abuse, has effectively fallen out of power. Schellenberg has taken Himmler's place and is only gaining ground, placing his men everywhere.
  And the numerous children Hitler sired through artificial insemination are still too young. The coolest of them, by the way, isn't Hitler's son, but the son of Oleg Rybachenko and Magda. And this child is a superman and a fearsome warrior. But now he has no one to fight.
  Hitler certainly wants to fight. And a possible option is an attack on Finland. But that won't happen until spring. Moreover, the Finns have already voluntarily joined the German Mark zone and are not opposed to peaceful integration.
  So there's no reason to attack Finland yet!
  Stalin-Putin briefly touched the Komsomol girls' bare, tanned legs. And stroked the girls' bare soles. And the rounded curves of their graceful heels.
  Stalin-Putin took and sang:
  We women are all bitches,
  With a hellish game...
  Who among us is not the first,
  That one is already the second!
  And he burst out laughing... And the girls again brought him some wine, expensive and aromatic.
  Stalin-Putin drank and sang with wild enthusiasm:
  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 red-haired girl has long braids,
  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 fired a charge into the Fuhrer's 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,
  That dream is fiercely rich...
  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 barefoot,
  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!
  And Stalin-Putin lay down on the girls and began to snore, and he had a terrible dream:
  The girls were bustling about and twirling their bare legs.
  Now, after a long hiatus, it was the turn of the blunt Howitzer-Cudgel, this barefoot girl who was not only a female pilot but also a female computer hacking specialist. She was assisted in this by another braided girl and a distorting gravoplasma block generator.
  The buxom girl here is an ace, pressing the keyboard with her bare toes, the processor, if necessary, produces countless, and very harmful, quantities of the most dangerous computer worms and viruses.
  The girl captain squeaked:
  - Glory to the cosmic worlds!
  The female lieutenant confirmed:
  - For great achievements in the universe!
  And with a bare heel on the keys.
  And then the warrior major unleashes a gift of death. They rush at the enemy, threatening to bite, and disintegrate into tiny fragments.
  The beauty yelped:
  - The universe will be on its knees!
  Torpedoes with gravity-nuclear warheads were launched with great precision by the beauty, the warrior squealed:
  - We have the highest class and aerobatics!
  It was truly quite cool, but immediately, like cobras after sleep, the hellish, all-consuming probes awoke. They seemed like boa constrictors ready to swallow everything.
  But at the same time, providing the hyperplasmic, on-board computer, capable of making independent decisions, with practically all the necessary, and probably useful, information for the matter.
  The female lieutenant, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes, chirped:
  - Glory to the space empire of life!
  The female captain confirmed aggressively, stamping her bare, round heel on the armor:
  - We'll tear everything apart!
  And the girl major, writhing aggressively and shaking her luxurious hips, added passionately:
  - And we will annihilate!
  The howitzer-club, seeing this, instantly intervened in the pretentious dialogue of the gravity-nuclear torpedoes with the multi-plasma station, the girl roared to herself.
  And there it was, flicking the switch with her bare toes. Then, using her belly button, she turned on the power to the chronoplasmic and graviviral mega-nuclear generator unit.
  The female lieutenant croaked:
  - We really hit it!
  The female captain actively confirmed:
  - As always, on top!
  And she stamped her bare foot on the keyboard.
  The female major responded quite logically, baring her teeth as if she were a biting and aggressive panther:
  - We will always defeat everyone!
  The club-howitzer winked and replied:
  - We'll grind it into powder! Dental and hyperplasmic!
  The mega-nuclear station choked to the brim, and the girl's bare feet twitched for good reason. It was the first, albeit steep, dose of gravoplasmic viruses.
  The female lieutenant took it and squeaked like a mouse:
  - We are superplasma women here!
  The girl captain, jumping and swaying, confirmed:
  - We are of the highest standard and quality!
  The female major aggressively stamped her bare foot on the armored rack and chirped:
  - Our strength, our fist!
  The female lieutenant, moving her bare heel along the hydrobed, corrected:
  - And on top of that, a hyperblaster!
  The flying, whistling with gravity radiation, carnivorous torpedoes began to twist their sharp noses in all directions and sneeze!
  The female lieutenant may be an electronic unit, but she's not so simple. She crowed with aplomb, spinning her bicycle with her bare feet:
  - And these are just like dogs!
  The female captain, who is actually a fighter of the highest superclass, confirmed with aplomb:
  - Maybe they bite!
  And the girl major, whose bare knees glistened with tan and sweat, went and purred:
  - But their teeth fell out!
  CHAPTER No 2.
  Volka Rybachenko, the Third Reich's top ace, continued to vacation in the Canary Islands. Meanwhile, the boy was writing excellent novels.
  One of the Hyper-Emperor's ways to strengthen his power was to hastily construct a factory to produce new clones. Four girls were chosen as models: one with blue hair, one with yellow hair, one with red hair, and one with white hair. They were to form a powerful army of warriors capable of conquering not only this galaxy but also neighboring ones.
  Both robots and manpower were used for construction.
  New disc-shaped aircraft were also built, and treaties were signed to legitimize imperial power.
  And the clashes continued.
  The Rebels attempted to attack the construction site of the factory planet. But Palpatine, with his knowledge of the dark side of the Force, sensed this and set a trap.
  The rebel squadron unexpectedly found itself caught between a force field protecting the construction site and the Empire's battleships, which were unleashing ultra-photon beams from their hyperlaser cannons. As a result, the rebels lost over ninety percent of the ships participating in the attack, and only a handful of starships managed to escape the trap.
  High-speed cruisers began to pursue them.
  The situation was extremely difficult for the resistance movement.
  Ahsoka Tana and Marshal Princess Leia launched a counterattack with a small force of starships, while Rey Palpatine, or as she called herself, Rey Skywalker, assembled a space militia. Not everyone in the galaxy was willing to accept the Synch dictatorship.
  But most still adopted a wait-and-see attitude. The Empire had demonstrated its might, and the power in the Hyper-Emperor's dark force was too great.
  The newest thermopreon charges were particularly dangerous. They truly made an irresistible impression. Few dared engage in combat with such annihilating power.
  Moreover, a similar charge was detonated against the fortress "The Rock," the largest stronghold of the Sith Empire's resistance. And a single hit obliterated the planet-citadel. Even the fact that it contained a fairly powerful force field didn't save it. But it simply collapsed under the massive overload. And millions of resistance soldiers, from various races, were instantly incinerated.
  After which it became clear that the power of the new black empire, headed by an aggressively beautiful clone girl, was here to stay.
  Anakin and Azalea, a boy and a girl, Padawans, meanwhile, went to confront the galactic mafia kingpin, Jabba the Hutt. The former Jabba had been strangled by Princess Leia. But his place had been taken by a relative, also a rather treacherous and aggressive fellow.
  The children were to be sold as slaves to Jabba, a member of his gang and rebel agent named Chewbacca. The plan was to have them end up in the lair of a mafia with considerable power and influence, as well as some less obvious opportunities.
  Anakin was wearing only his swimming trunks, and all the burns and injuries on him and his girlfriend had been healed thanks to the power of Princess Rey, who showed that it was possible not only to kill and destroy, but also to heal and create.
  The tanned, fair-haired boy twitched in the cage, shuffling his bare feet. Azalea was also barefoot, wearing only a short tunic. The planet, however, was a double-starred one and quite hot. So being naked was even more comfortable.
  Anakin was doing crunches and asking Chewbacca:
  - Jabba won't eat us, will he?
  The hairy predator replied:
  - There are even cannibals in his gang! So be careful!
  Azalea giggled and chirped:
  Dear, dear cannibal,
  Have mercy on us...
  We'll give you some candy,
  Tea with crackers!
  The boy Anakin added with a chuckle:
  But the cannibal answered,
  No!
  Chewbacca gurgled:
  - Of course! Who needs tea? Jabba personally prefers nitric acid, and his accomplices prefer alcohol!
  Azalea laughed and noted:
  - Alcohol? But children aren't allowed to drink alcohol!
  The boy giggled and noted:
  - We're not just kids - we're Jedi! And heroism knows no age!
  Chewbacca noted with a chuckle:
  - Drinking alcohol is not heroism, but alcoholism!
  The children laughed. Padawan Anakin slapped his small, bare, tanned foot on the surface of the cage and sang:
  Who was once a man,
  That one will turn to zero...
  He killed the one he loved,
  Evil killer alcohol!
  And again, cheerful laughter. Even though the task ahead was difficult. To penetrate the very lair of the galactic mafia. Anakin remembered his Jedi training. There he was, a very small boy, running barefoot and naked through the snow. An icy wind blew across him. Other boys and girls were racing alongside him. Some of them were not human. And so, in a group, you felt much lighter and more confident. And the ice and snowdrifts no longer burned the roughened soles of your children's feet, and you inhaled the icy air with lungs strained by the effort. And then, even steeper, a path ahead covered in hot coals.
  And children learn to concentrate their energy and overcome pain. And they demonstrate outstanding achievements.
  As Anakin ran across the hot coals, he tried not to think about the heat, the flames, and the sphere. When you're not afraid, fire won't burn you. After all, it allows you to control the material world. And the concepts of good and evil are relative.
  Even very relative ones. Take the Bible, for example. It also contains many contradictory things. Including the extreme cruelty of supposedly positive characters.
  Anakin felt the pain from the heat, and when his bare, childish feet stepped onto the snowdrift, after the hot coal, the sensation was blissful.
  Azalea, that Padawan girl, escaped with him. These were young warriors. A Jedi renaissance, not yet widespread.
  Chewbacca muttered:
  - Are you thinking about something, young Padawan?
  Anakin noted:
  - Why does evil so often triumph in the world? Is the dark side of the force stronger?
  Then Azalea answered:
  - Not stronger! But it holds far more temptations! It's easier to master!
  Chewbacca was about to say something when suddenly a ghost appeared before the Padawans, pale and barely visible in the sunlight. However, Yoda's distinctive ears immediately recognized him. The spirit of the great Jedi spoke:
  - You too can be tempted by the dark side of the force!
  Anakin exclaimed angrily, stamping his bare foot:
  - No, it won"t captivate me!
  Yoda, in his spirit body, chuckled and asked:
  - How old are you, my young padawan?
  The boy answered with a serious look:
  - It's almost eleven!
  The Supreme Master of the Jedi Order laughed and replied:
  Young friend, always be young,
  Don't rush to grow up...
  Be cheerful, bold, noisy,
  If you have to fight, then fight!
  Azalea squeaked in response:
  - Don't look at us because we are small,
  We don't want to give up...
  We will repel the attack with a rampart,
  Let's go and win!
  Yoda chuckled and replied:
  - You have talent! You will go far!
  Chewbacca nodded:
  - Perhaps you, oh great one, know where Jabba keeps the heart of God?
  The High Master turned around and replied:
  "And Jabba doesn't have the Heart of God. That's a delusion! But he does have a vessel containing Han Solo's soul. You can free that soul from captivity!"
  Anakin asked:
  - Is it possible to infuse it into her body?
  Yoda replied with a smile:
  "Everything impossible is possible, I know for sure! Emperor Palpadine can do it. But not everyone can! But Han Solo's son is alive... And his soul is in turmoil. And his father will help him return to the light side of the Force!"
  Azalea exclaimed:
  - Wow! And how to defeat the emperor!
  The Grand Master replied:
  "We need to destroy the seven fragments of his devilish spirit. But they're so cleverly hidden, they're not so easy to destroy. I don't know everything myself. There's still such a power above Palpatine that only the heart of a God can truly overcome him. But even my abilities don't allow me to see it. Although I've merged with the light, I'm not completely one. I died in battle, and my spirit isn't quite perfect."
  Anakin noted:
  - I would like to speak with the spirit of my father, Luke Skywalker?
  Yoda spun around, his smile becoming sweeter and his spirit glow brighter and more noticeable:
  "Everything in its time, young Padawan. In the meantime, free Han Solo! That would be the strongest move in this situation! And then maybe Ben Solo or Kylo Rey will return right now!"
  Azalea squeaked:
  - Yes, I believe it! Ben Solo is my half-brother! Where is his spirit?
  Yoda replied with a deep sigh:
  - His spirit is in turmoil! Perhaps he'll enter the dark side of the force again! This worries us!
  Anakin said with a breath:
  The flower petal is fragile,
  If it was torn off a long time ago...
  Even though the world around us is cruel,
  I want to do good!
  Azalea noted with a sigh:
  The child's thoughts are honest,
  Bring the light to mind...
  Even though our children are pure,
  Satan drew them into evil!
  Yoda spun around and remarked:
  - It's too long for the spirit to communicate with living people; the laws of force forbid it! Goodbye, my friends!
  And the Grand Master disappeared.
  Chewbacca shook his fangs, his orange fur glistening:
  - The maestro is magnificent!
  Anakin chuckled and sang:
  Let there always be sunshine,
  Let there always be heaven!
  Let there always be Yoda!
  Let there always be me!
  Azalea giggled and noted:
  - A magnificent wish! Although the spirit never dies, at least in good people!
  Chewbacca grinned and noted:
  - Good and bad are relative concepts! Just like the use of force!
  Anakin chuckled and sang:
  I need tremendous power,
  May there be victory in the war...
  I know Palada decided,
  What a joy there will be in wine!
  Azalea objected:
  - The weak seek solace in wine! And the strong seek consolation in...
  And the girl didn"t know what to answer.
  Chewbacca noted:
  "It's not far to Jabba's base. Maybe you'll run along. I'll drag you on a leash, like you should with slaves!"
  Anakin replied with a smile:
  - Well, you might as well stretch. My soles are already itching.
  The flying cage stopped. The children emerged from it, and hypertitanium rings and chains were placed around their necks.
  After which, Chewbacca picked up speed. And the bare heels of the children, running as fast as they could, flashed past, splashing across the blue, hot desert sand. It didn't hurt, as the rough soles were stronger than the leather of their boots, and the young Jedi tried to keep their shoes off, walking or running on the hard, prickly, and extremely hot surface!
  Anakin and Azalea felt a certain humiliation, as if they were dogs on a leash. But they were much more like slaves. The boy, incidentally, had very defined muscles, with deep, sculpted muscles, and skin the color of a deep tan. His hair, on the other hand, was blond, like his father and mother. Azalea was also Vader's granddaughter, and they were related.
  The children possessed no small amount of strength.
  And they could tolerate humiliation if it was necessary for the cause. Moreover, the Jedi even had special exercises on this topic.
  The ability to humble one's pride is an important quality for the light side of the force.
  Anakin even started singing:
  When strength is revealed to you,
  Be able to hold it in your hands...
  So that I don"t conquer you,
  The soul is in doubt and fear!
  Azalea, his half-cousin, chimed in:
  Be able to restrain your desire,
  Kill all enemies immediately...
  After all, revenge will come anyway,
  People cannot be destroyed like cattle!
  The children were truly magnificent. They sang and ran, their bare heels literally sparkling in the hot, double sun.
  Well, here they are approaching the pyramid which contains the entrance to the underground lair of the Hathas.
  The children quickened their pace, they ran like little rabbits, and their small, tanned feet, with their round, bare, rough heels, flashed by.
  Chewbacca exclaimed:
  - Not so fast! Slow down, ordinary people don't run like that!
  Anakin chuckled and replied:
  The wheel of progress spins faster and faster,
  Maybe he should - he's in such a hurry...
  And we rush after happiness and catch up with stress,
  We rush for success, success is always worth it!
  Azalea giggled and noted:
  - Let victory be ours! In the holy war!
  That's how they reached the entrance. There stood four security robots, resembling tanks with treads and laser cannon barrels.
  Chewbacca bowed. Anakin and Azalea bowed back, even kneeling as befitted child slaves.
  The formidable Wookiee said:
  - I delivered a gift to the most magnificent Jabba the Hutt!
  The robots grumbled. Then a bat-winged, elephant-headed individual appeared. He held a hefty blaster with levers and buttons. He was flanked by bull-like brutes. One had the head of a pig, the other a rhinoceros. They clutched hefty laser rifles in their paws.
  The elephant-headed bandit hissed:
  - Well, little ones, do you want to experience the torments of hell?
  Anakin exclaimed, stamping his bare, childish foot:
  - As you command, your Majesty!
  Azalea added with a smile:
  - It is not a shame to be a slave, it is a shame to disobey the master!
  Chewbacca nodded:
  "These are very obedient and resilient slaves! You saw how fast they ran! These children are resistant to bacteria, and at the same time, they know many languages, and they will serve Supreme Croesus, the head of the galactic mafia!"
  The creature with the head of an elephant and the wings of a bat replied:
  "The most magnificent Jabba the Hutt isn't receiving any guests right now; he's enjoying himself and feasting! If you like, I'll call his deputy, and he'll see how good your gift is!"
  Chewbacca replied:
  - Okay! That's okay too!
  The bandit with wings and a trunk began dialing something on his cell phone. And he did it energetically.
  And then a roar erupted and a hologram appeared. A terrifying maw, with the face of a predatory piranha and three horns on its head, and ears resembling burdocks, appeared in the sky. A rumbling voice, seemingly sepulchral, was heard:
  - Why are you bothering me, Elephant?
  The bandit with the trunk replied:
  "Oh, Your Excellency! Our old friend and faithful servant of the Chewbacca clan has brought us a gift! These children are seemingly ordinary, though very wiry, but they are quick and strong, and can serve at table."
  The terrible brute roared:
  "Supreme Croesus has already killed a couple hundred servants who displeased him. And the children... They won't live long, and we'll happily eat them!"
  Chewbacca replied with a humble look:
  - Everything is in the hands of the higher powers! I hope the Tsar will like it!
  The three-horned one roared:
  - Let these children dance, something energetic. And we'll see!
  The Wookiee muttered:
  -Dance! Live yourself!
  It didn't take long for the children to break into a dance. Their bare feet flashed. Half-naked Anakin spun so much that his sculpted muscles rippled like a wave in the surf. And Azalea was no less. The children jumped and spun. And they danced something resembling a hopak, only more energetic.
  And even dust began to rise from the hot sand. The hardened soles of the child warriors were not afraid. And then Anakin leaped, even higher, and spun in a triple somersault, and landed. And Azalea followed him. The three-horned monster liked this. And he tossed a bronze coin. Anakin leaped higher and caught it with his bare toes. And deftly spun again.
  The three-horned brute grinned:
  - You're so clever! I think the Hutt toad will like this slave. And the girl is pretty too. Let them walk around in your arms for a while.
  Anakin nodded. Walking on the hot sand was familiar; their feet were harder than the soles of boots, and it was almost pleasant. But the boy and girl's hands were also hardened by training and breaking rocks. They did a handstand and began dancing aggressively upside down.
  The Wookiee tossed them a ball. And the children began tossing it with their bare feet. And they did it quite deftly. They were so nimble and swift in their movements. And their feet were like monkey paws.
  The three-horned one muttered:
  - Give me more balloons!
  The Wookiee tossed a couple more balls of different colors. The children continued juggling them. Then the three-horned monster threw a comb as well. Anakin caught it and tossed it high. Then he continued juggling. And he did it quite deftly.
  Azalea was also quite nimble. And the Wookiee also tossed her a rather attractive cubic object.
  The Jedi girl caught it with her bare feet and began to juggle even more energetically and violently.
  But then a roar was heard and a holographic image of a mixture of a toad and a fat porcini mushroom appeared. It rumbled:
  "The kids are pretty good at juggling, and I must admit, I like it! I'd be happy to buy them, but I'd also like them to show off their singing skills! Then they'll keep me entertained all the time!"
  Anakin and Azalea jumped up, stood on their small, childish, tanned, chiseled legs, and sang in full-bodied voices:
  Pioneers are, you know, the sons of Lenin,
  And believe me, their flight is like that of an eagle...
  Somewhere the servants of Satan roam,
  Their look is so animal-like, believe me!
  
  Boys are born to win,
  And fight bravely with the treacherous enemy...
  We pass exams, believe me, with flying colors,
  We have no option but to surrender!
  
  Pioneers are the family of the Motherland,
  The USSR is a land of opportunities without limits...
  Let's be together, you and I...
  Before there was Lenin, then the great Stalin!
  
  Believe us, we will not give in to our evil enemies,
  We will be able to defeat the insidious orcs...
  And I will give an answer to the evil sorcerers, brothers,
  The pioneers' gaze, believe me, is very proud!
  
  Boys and girls are running barefoot,
  In winter, a snowdrift bites their heels hard...
  But they punch the orcs,
  If necessary, they will weed the beds in the field!
  
  A pioneer, believe me, doesn"t know the word coward,
  He fights bravely, like a courageous falcon...
  Lenin is with us, and Jesus of Light,
  Raises the Sun higher above the Earth!
  
  Be brave great fighters,
  We are able to defeat enemies with courage...
  Let our grandfathers and fathers be proud of us,
  We are fighting in a stormy hand-to-hand battle!
  
  How good it is in the country of the Soviets,
  Sausage and cottage cheese are almost worthless anymore...
  Yes, it can be hard for pioneers,
  But they don"t know, know the other fate!
  
  So the girls and I went on a hike,
  We picked berries and mushrooms...
  A grey wolf emerged from ambush,
  But the boys hit him in the kidneys!
  
  We have Vader with us - this is the new leader,
  His will became stronger, know...
  So don't touch the boys, enemy,
  He's even cooler than Stalin!
  
  Vader used to conquer the stars,
  Furrowed the vastness of the galaxy...
  He instilled a great ideal,
  I could easily turn any mountains!
  
  The pioneers are great in strength,
  Believe me, they have the power of formidable giants...
  You clench your fists tighter, boy,
  Let us be united with Darth Vader!
  
  There are no boundaries, believe me, galaxies,
  Stretched over millions of parsecs...
  Children bravely open the door to space,
  Trampling the laws of the universe!
  
  Heaven will become big, believe me on Earth,
  The blossoming, you all know, is very lush...
  Barefoot pioneers are everywhere,
  And they look like children with greetings!
  
  But nevertheless, in battle we are truly strong,
  And they can fight like those cheetahs...
  And truly the children of Satan's light,
  Our father is Darth himself, and that means we are not bastards!
  
  When space becomes ours, know that
  And we will be able to seal it tightly...
  Then we will build a visible paradise in the universe,
  Even though we still look like kids!
  
  No Darth Vader is our holy father,
  And our dear brother, beloved by all our hearts...
  He is of course a perfect fellow,
  With them, we are invincible in battles, believe me!
  
  If necessary, Vader will resurrect the dead,
  He has such strength, you know, children...
  He is the strongest monolithic rock in the world,
  After all, the Dark Goddess gave birth to him!
  
  Now we will finish the path to victory, you know clearly,
  We will crush all the forces of these thieving bastards...
  And we will build a paradise of endless happiness,
  Pioneers run into battle barefoot!
  
  Our goals, believe me, are very great,
  We can make the universe bright...
  Believe that achievements are not far off,
  After all, it gave for creation!
  
  Darth the Great is with us, know, sings,
  He is the same boy as I am...
  In communism, the bright path goes,
  At least sometimes we get our bumps in the road!
  
  Glory to our USSR country,
  That the universe couldn't be more beautiful...
  We showed the fig to the Horde,
  And let the broken Cain run!
  
  And now Darth Vader forever,
  Pioneers, know that they never age...
  Let your dream come true, believe me,
  The light of previous generations!
  Jabba the Hutt clapped his large, frog-like paws and exclaimed:
  - Well, you are good!
  Anakin jumped up, somersaulted, and sang:
  Who is used to fighting for victory,
  Your father will be with you...
  He who is cheerful laughs,
  Whoever wants it will achieve it,
  In principle, he's a good guy!
  The Jadai girl noted, flashing her teeth and crushing a prickly caterpillar with her bare toes:
  - We are your most devoted servants!
  And the children began to sing again, in ringing voices:
  We are the children, know the sons of Vader,
  We go on the attack barefoot in the cold...
  And in some ways they are also servants of Satan,
  And let's not shed tears in vain!
  
  There are no words for us, believe me,
  Because the boy is like a blade of steel...
  Others probably won't care,
  Darth Vader is cooler than the mighty Stalin!
  CHAPTER No 3.
  Azalea only looks like a girl; she's shrunk considerably after being burned in the starship. She's not really a child. So when she and Anakin were given gold, diamond-studded necklaces and led in chains to Jabba the Hutt, they felt a certain humiliation. But Azalea felt it more than anything else. She longed to be an adult again, to prove she was a noblewoman. She truly did have royal blood.
  And in appearance she is just a girl no older than eleven, which is humiliating for a girl who was recently an adult.
  There they walked, stepping barefoot on the tiles, streams of flame burst out of the cracks, and they burned the bare soles of the children.
  But Azalea and Anakin, prepared for a trick, held back their screams and even smiled.
  Laughter and the voice of Jabba the Hutt were heard:
  - They're not that simple! Admit it, you were sent to kill me?
  Azalea replied with a smile:
  - Of course not, oh greatest!
  Anakin answered more sincerely:
  - And when my bare heels are fried by fire, I want to kill everyone at once!
  The mushroom-toad hybrid laughed and opened. It was behind bulletproof glass. And it roared:
  - I want you to entertain me! Can you do that?
  The girl answered with a smile:
  - Would you like us to sing and dance for you!?
  Jabba the Hutt countered:
  - No! Others can do that too! Let's show you can fight!
  Anakin nodded:
  - With pleasure, oh greatest one! Who shall we carry out?
  Azalea nodded:
  - Of course we're very prepared! We can handle any challenge, devils, God, and fate!
  The mixture of toad and mushroom exclaimed:
  - Then fight each other!
  The children looked at themselves from the outside and answered:
  - We are like brother and sister, and we will not fight each other!
  Jabba growled:
  - Then fight her! Panther, go ahead and count their bones!
  A fiery-red woman jumped out, her face like a wolf's, but her body entirely human and in a bikini. Only her legs resembled crab claws.
  She hissed, baring her large teeth with the fangs of a real panther:
  For rude, disobedient children,
  The only place is in a stuffy closet...
  That's where they end their lives,
  And they get a good beating with a whip!
  Anakin and Azalea clenched their fists and chanted in unison:
  Evil is proud of its power,
  And it seems the whole world has come to terms with him...
  But can we, children, forgive ourselves?
  If we don"t teach evil a bloody lesson!
  We keep sacred weapons in our hearts,
  And if necessary, we will protect the weak!
  Jabba the Hutt growled:
  - Tear them apart!
  And the red-haired wolf-woman pounced on them with a wild roar and frenzy. The children nimbly dodged the desperate swipes of her claw-like legs.
  Meanwhile, Emperor Palpatine, whose spirit resided in the body of a magnificent clone of a very muscular, beautiful, and striking blonde, returned Kylo Ren's soul. He possessed profound knowledge of the dark side of the Force and was able to manipulate spirits, especially those not yet clearly serving the light. And Kylo Ren was precisely that-between white and black, light and darkness.
  Here he was, reincarnated as a boy of about twelve. He was a handsome, fair-haired, very muscular boy wearing only swimming trunks. After his time in the world of the dead, his spirit was in turmoil. Moreover, he had killed his own father and feared the light side would forgive him for such a heinous crime, while he had already parted ways with the dark side. But now his spirit was back in this world, in the body of a barefoot, physically strong boy.
  Kylo bowed low to the female emperor and said:
  - I've escaped the interworld! Ready to serve my new mistress!
  Emperor Palpatine replied:
  - We have a lot of work ahead of us! Now meet your partners!
  And out popped a beautiful, muscular girl in a bikini with purple hair, like a jack-in-the-box, she twirled around and introduced herself:
  - I am Snoke, and this is my former apprentice Kylo! My treacherous assassin!
  The girl emperor giggled and noted:
  "Not you, just your body. And your body was very ugly. You even hid the fact that you were a female, so terrifying and repulsive was your appearance. And now look how beautiful you've become!"
  The sorceress Snoke raised her bare, muscular leg and jumped up to the mirror and noted:
  - Wow, wow, wow! Wonderful, it's not for nothing that the spirit is primary and the body secondary!
  Emperor Palpatine nodded:
  "True, the spirit is primary. But I've been the only one who's ever been able to control my spirit at will. No other Sith has ever achieved such mastery of the Force!"
  And the blonde girl, wearing a crown sparkling with stars, snapped her bare toes.
  And then another boy appeared. Also about Kylo Ren's age, and very muscular, wearing only sweatpants, but with very red, copper-red hair.
  The boy bowed, then fell to his knees and said:
  - Forgive me, Emperor! I betrayed you, gave in to my emotions to save my son!
  The maiden emperor replied:
  "Yes, I know! My father's heart couldn't take it. But having lost my body, I completely merged with the dark side of the force, and my power only grew! And Rey couldn't destroy my spirit; my lightning powers are my strength! I've gained active immortality. If anything kills this body, my spirit will find a new home again!"
  And both boys took and raised their fists up, and the girl with strong muscles and purple hair also did a stretch.
  Then the triumvirate did the horizontal splits. And their new bodies were very agile and flexible.
  Kylo noted:
  "I feel great, and I really want to laugh! But why, am I a child? It's better to just be young, and I was young when I died!"
  Darth Vader noted:
  "And I was a cripple, half a machine, and I'm glad to be fully alive and active now! No, frankly, I'm happy and content to be a child. Especially since being a child brings such a wonderful mood, and so much fun... The body influences the spirit!"
  Emperor-girl Palpatine growled:
  "Enough! All three of you will serve me and carry out missions. Snoke is your leader. He has always been loyal to the dark side of the Force. We must find Princess Rey first-she is very dangerous, and she has something special that the other Jedi didn't have!"
  The boy Kylo bowed and replied:
  - If I were given back my original appearance, I would meet Rey and try to lure her to the dark side of the force!
  The blonde emperor objected:
  "She's too drawn to the light! And it's dangerous to keep someone like her around. Simply killing her isn't enough. She also has a spirit with the powers and properties of the Force. And it's advisable to trap it. Besides, there's Ahsoka Tano, whom Darth Vader knows well-she's your partner, after all!"
  The boy terminator nodded:
  - Former partner from the Clone Wars! She's a cool girl!
  The girl emperor muttered:
  - Excellent! She could be on our team! First, we'll conquer our galaxy, and then we'll conquer the rest of the universe!
  And she shouted:
  - Well, now they"ll show you the route - let"s get to work!
  Two boys and a girl slapped their bare, tanned, muscular legs.
  The female Emperor jumped up, also barefoot and wearing only a bikini... And she began giving orders. We needed to strengthen the empire's existing zones of control and seize new territories. The female clones carried out the seizures. They were different from the male clones. And of course, the fair sex is beautiful. How pleasant to look at them.
  And the girls have smooth, clean, polished skin, and such amazing curves.
  Yes, this is a special army, unique in its own way. And these girls are artificially cultivated. They wear bikinis and are barefoot, but covered in a transparent film for protection. A remarkable military armada.
  And Palpatine, in the body of a blonde girl, gives the order. A new space battle ensues. The Imperial fleet-a powerful Gross Link and a dozen cruisers-attacks in the Kolibri system. Opposing them are a dozen alien starships that have not submitted to the Empire. They are inferior to Palpatine's small space force in both size and weaponry.
  Nevertheless, they return fire. Powerful gravity-laser cannons unleash streams of destructive energy. The Imperials also launched thermoquark missiles from the destroyers.
  Beautiful clone girls slap their bare, graceful feet on the decks of ships.
  The first ship attempting to resist the Empire was blown up. The rest were hit by gravitic waves and ultra-photons. Now that was a truly aggressive attack.
  The commander of the imperial detachment, Verogon, exclaimed:
  - Let's make quark soup!
  Three resistance starships also exploded and shattered into tiny fragments, which smoked and sparked like firecrackers.
  Verogona hissed with a smile:
  - Now that's a fighting super-step!
  And the warrior suddenly burst into laughter. She really did seem healthy. Two more ships exploded, and the surviving four began to flee.
  The girl general who stood at Verogona's right hand noted:
  - The aliens are retreating!
  Indeed, there were representatives of a non-human race here. But the clone girls look human and believe they possess an innate superiority over other life forms. And over ordinary people, of course.
  Here is a single-seat fighter with a cat elephant going for a ram, but got entangled in a force field and exploded!
  Verogona sang:
  It's my own fault,
  There will be retribution for all the monsters!
  The girl is a super fighter,
  The emperor is our mother and father!
  Indeed, if they're going to do something, they're going to do it. And the clone girls' bare feet are very nimble. And how magnificent the fair sex is in battle. How sexy a girl is when she's pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes!
  Verogona gave the order:
  - Burn out the brains of the rebel trash!
  And now two more resistance starships have been overtaken by the missile. The rest still have a chance to escape. The main thing is to reach hyperlight speed. And you can't fight a battle at that speed.
  The female general noted:
  - Yes, the mouse might get away!
  Another girl with epaulettes squeaked:
  - The mouse ate the cat, and nobody cares!
  At the last moment of the hyperspace jump, the imperial cruisers caught up with the fleeing starships and fired at them with gravity lasers.
  And explosions and destruction were heard, as if metal were bursting. And the last resistance starships were destroyed. There were no people on them, only aliens of various races.
  Verogona noted with a smile:
  "Ten to zero in our favor! Another sector has become Imperial. The entire galaxy must be cleansed! And no one will dare to oppose the will of the great Emperor and Empress in one person!"
  After which, the planet's cleansing began. Things weren't calm on the surface either. The local population, resembling ants and cat-like elephants, tried to resist.
  The clone girls advanced under the cover of a force field, dealing blow after blow. The tanks moved as well.
  They looked like irons, and instead of tracks they had a gravity cushion.
  There were no walking turtles - they were too primitive, something more modern was needed.
  The girls with hair colors of red, blue, green, orange, yellow, white, and purple looked absolutely stunning. Such cute creatures, to put it mildly, simply superb.
  And they have a transparent film that does not hide the charms of girls' bodies
  with defined muscles and bare, seductive legs.
  They ran very fast, like hounds. And then the battle began. The girls moved in small groups, and the tanks fought. Vehicles with up to ten turrets of various sizes also fought.
  Self-propelled guns were also advancing. Under their bare feet and the tanks' gravity pads were red grass, bluish thorns, or green cones.
  The local militia was armed with various types of ray guns, from miniature to bulky. Some fighters used machine guns reminiscent of the Arbakan, or even flintlock rifles.
  What a battle it was. A lot of things were burning. The flames shooting up, in all their different colors and shades, were a truly spectacular sight.
  The tanks, using gravity assists, didn't notice the hits-they were protected by force fields. But the infantry and the girls got their fair share of the hits. Several beauties were seriously wounded, and one was cut in half.
  They also tried launching homemade drones, but they weren't particularly effective - they got stuck in force fields.
  The clone girls were making out. They were firing back with their grav-laser rifles. They were also firing beam bazookas. And the tanks' barrels were firing bolts of deadly energy.
  Female warriors also threw grenades using their bare feet-small peas containing antimatter particles. They also threw grenades at them, but of various types. There were even explosive packets made of coal dust, or even black powder, from the Middle Ages.
  Several settlements were destroyed and captured. Clearing out larger cities was more difficult. But they began dropping thermoquark bombs on them. Small in size, but very destructive.
  Ultra-nuclear mushrooms and bright flashes of thousands of photoblitzes grew.
  As expected, after three major cities were engulfed in a hyperplasmic haze, the remaining garrisons on the planet capitulated.
  The bombing also destroyed a fortress on a neighboring satellite, which was hit by strikes from orbit.
  And they literally swept them away, destroying the force field in the process. It cracked under the impact of powerful grav-lasers, and it was imperfect anyway. The Emperor's army had a significant technological advantage over its enemies. And it would be difficult to stop.
  Vader, Kylo, and Snoke took their places on the speedboat. The two boys and the girl didn't yet have a clear plan for where to look for Rey or Ahsoka Tano. And Princess Leia would be a welcome target too! Empress Palpatine announced via hologram:
  "And we need to find her too. She's unlikely to turn to the higher powers-kill her! I hope Rey can't resurrect her!"
  Kylo replied with a sigh:
  - She is my mother after all! It's too hard a decision!
  Palpatine growled:
  - If you want to return the favor of the dark side of the force to you, you have no other choice!
  Snoke noted:
  "But I've never betrayed the dark side of the Force. Ever since childhood, I've been ugly and repulsive, and for that, I've hated the whole world!"
  Vader, this freshly baked boy, noticed:
  "After my body perished, the light side refused to accept my spirit. I killed the children of the Jedi, and I destroyed the flesh of Obiwan Kenobi, and I have done too many evil deeds to be forgiven. Therefore, it is too late for us to turn away from the dark side of the Force. We have committed too many grave sins to embrace the light, and all that remains is the dark side, and we must seek power there!"
  Emperor or Empress (it's hard to say who if the body is that of a beautiful blonde clone girl and the spirit of a Sith man!) Palpatine noted:
  "You've all committed so many crimes and evil deeds that there's no turning back! And you don't need or benefit from that! The dark side of the Force opens up possibilities that seem beyond the realm of the Jedi! You've seen this for yourself, having received a new life in the flesh after your physical death."
  Snoke exclaimed:
  - There's no need to doubt it! We are immortal - that's a fact! By serving the greatest of the greatest, we will gain power, money, and happiness!
  Darth Vader bowed his head and asked:
  - O greatest of the greatest, could you resurrect my wife and mother? Just as you did with me?
  Kylo hastened to add:
  - And my father too!
  Emperor Palpatine exclaimed:
  "Your father? He's our enemy, and why resurrect an enemy? And as for Darth Vader's mother, well... I'll think about it, maybe she conceived Anakin from a Mago-Floral, and maybe she'll still be useful!"
  Vader squeaked with timid hope in his voice:
  - Is this real?
  Skoke exclaimed:
  - For the greatest Sith of all time and people, everything is real!
  Darth Sidious, aka Palpatine, nodded:
  "I was able to resurrect you and return you to the flesh. Perhaps I can do the same for her, if her spirit hasn't completely merged with the light! Although, I hope she's not so spiritually perfect!"
  Boy Vader squeaked:
  - Thank you, O darkest of the darkest!
  The hologram flashed again and a voice sounded:
  "First, test yourself on the planet Fir. It's rebellious against our empire and has ties to the star gangsters. It must be dealt with!"
  And the hologram of the Supreme Sith disappeared!
  The synth girl Snoke noted:
  - The planet? Why don't we just warm up! There are three of us, but we all wield power!
  And the spacecraft accelerated. Darth Vader snapped his bare toes. He remembered being a slave boy. He, too, had run across the scorching sands of Tatooine without any shoes. And despite his youth, his soles were hard, very calloused, like a camel's hooves.
  And running across the hot sand wasn't painful, but somehow even more agile. Even then, he could throw pebbles and shards of glass with his toes.
  The times of slavery were both hard and fun, and he tinkered in his spare time. His master valued his technical ability and ingenuity. He even bought the boy termite boots, which were comfortable in the heat. But Anakin still preferred to run barefoot. His childish, dust-gray, calloused, round heels shone.
  Right now, their high-speed craft is approaching the planet Fyr. It can travel amazingly fast. It has some kind of cutting-edge superdrive that can propel small starships through hyperspace at fantastic speeds. That wouldn't work with combat starships. If the mass is significant, you can't travel through zero space. And anyway, this is experimental technology, just know-how.
  There's a planet in sight, two boys and a girl-powered by the Force-drawing out lightsabers and joining the battle. Blasters opened fire on them.
  And then the boys suddenly snapped their bare toes in unison. It was as if some force had suddenly thrown up a hundred alien fighters.
  Vader used his choke, the Force Noose. The Mafia fighters began to choke.
  Kylo also used the Force. Both boys, in their dark bodies, were even more attuned to the dark force.
  And Snoke went ahead and struck with deadly force lightning. Even the boarding tank was flipped over.
  This iron-like machine began to explode and detonate.
  Anakin stamped his bare, childish foot. And waves of deadly force passed.
  And the enemy soldiers flew as if they were nailed to the ground.
  Two boys and a girl started singing in chorus:
  - One, two, three! Wipe down the searchlight! Four, eight, five - kill with evil power!
  And they began tossing their swords to cut down their opponents. The three of them acted with great energy.
  And then the girl Snoke went and unleashed Force lightning. And it smashed the mafia fighters. Literally burning them alive, leaving only skeletons.
  Kylo noted as he chopped down his enemies:
  - We are the coolest of fighters!
  Anakin noted with a smile:
  - In children's bodies, you can fight very well!
  Snoke Girl noted:
  - And I'm so beautiful and cool!
  The triumvirate moved and cleaved. Then Darth threw his lightsaber, and it flew past and sliced off the tank's turret. And a howl of admiration literally rang out.
  Kylo exclaimed:
  - Our victory is near!
  And the Sith boy snapped his bare toes. The dark force literally flowed through him. And Vader felt its full perception. But he hadn't truly mastered the dark side before. He'd even lost to Luke Skywalker. And where was he now? Did Kylo really kill him? After all, destroying flesh isn't everything. The most important thing for a Jedi and a Sith is their immortal spirit. The Emperor has mastered the power of the soul and can control it. And in the event of death, he can simply inhabit someone else's body!
  So defeating Palpatine isn't easy. And now he's rebuilding the Empire.
  In this regard, Kylo thought that even the harshest dictatorship is better for the people than anarchy. For anarchy is the dictatorship of the strong over the weak.
  Now they're destroying the mafia. Snoke is blasting them with Force lightning. Because Vader lost his limbs, he couldn't use Force lightning. But the Emperor still had them, as did Count Duko. He should have lost the fight to Obi-Wan. It's a shame, of course. It's a major defeat for the dark side of the Force. Anakin Skywalker had the upper hand the entire fight, but somehow his opponent ended up on higher ground. And then came the unfortunate jump.
  It would be good to capture Obi-Wan's spirit and torment and torture him forever.
  Ultimately, Vader killed Obiwan Kenobi's physical form, but was unable to subdue his spirit. Where is Obiwan now? Probably in the light, and even Emperor Darth Sidious cannot subdue his soul. Although the dark side of the Force possesses colossal power, especially in matters of destruction.
  Let him, Vader, try to hit with force lightning.
  Anakin Skywalker tensed, then took the blow. He felt a slight burning sensation in the sole of the child's bare foot.
  In fact, lightning bolts flew out and fell on the mafia soldiers, and that was murder.
  The boy-terminator sang:
  - It seems that life is about to end,
  When trouble sounds its black horn...
  Hyperplasma pours out of the starships,
  And the vacuum goes away, even under your feet!
  Space also has its own ruler,
  And between the stars stretched out to him,
  Invisible, saving threads!
  To have Satan as your idol!
  And Vader laughed. Indeed, that's the allure of the dark side of the Force. You really can do things that seem beyond the realm of possibility. For example, throwing Force lightning not only with your hands, but also with your bare, childish feet.
  Their triumvirs stormed the castle and began to crush the Hathi and other aliens. They had to submit to the empire or die.
  Skook, this fighting terminator girl with purple hair, took it and sang, crushing everyone in a row with both force lightning and a lightsaber:
  The dark force is my joy,
  I will crush all enemies without fail...
  My Sith are my own family,
  We will cover ourselves with imperishable glory!
  The boy Kylo also released Force lightning from his bare foot. It's more practical to hold lightsabers this way, and it's easier to strike with his monkey-like, nimble little feet.
  The child Terminators and the Sith girl were acting with incredible energy. And it was burning and exploding. Another boarding tank broke loose, slapped its turret, and it was crushed. That's how lethal it was here.
  The grav-laser cannon struck. It fired with immense, destructive energy. The beam emitted a searing, hellish force.
  Snoke cried out, striking with her bare, round heel with the murderous and destructive pulsar:
  - Glory to Palpatine's space empire!
  .. CHAPTER No 4.
  Princess Rey and Ahsoka Tana, along with other fighters, were rallying the fragmented rebel forces. Princess Marshal Leia brought something interesting and announced:
  "It is through this crystal that I maintain a connection with the spirit of my brother Skywalker. And also with Yoda."
  Princess Rey chuckled and replied:
  "Luke Skywalker could be a great help to us! But a spirit without a body is not the same power!"
  Ahsoka Tana squeaked:
  "What if we made a clone for Luke Scaoker's spirit? Just like what happened with Emperor Palpatine!"
  Princess Rey responded with a sigh, her bare toes releasing a hyperplasmic bubble:
  If only it were that simple! Do you think Yoda couldn't infuse his spirit into a clone?
  Princess Marshal Leia replied with a smile:
  "Yoda had principles in life. But it must be said that being a spirit has its advantages, especially when it comes to communicating with the light side of the Force!"
  The girls smiled. Princess Marshal Leia is no longer young, but she looks like a girl-the Force, especially the light one, rejuvenates the body. It's not for nothing that Yoda lived in his body for nine hundred years. So she's simply superb!
  Another girl-a warrior leading the rebel movement, the one that fought against Palpatine's empire. No, she's not young, of course, but she's very energetic and beautiful, fresh-looking. Although she was compared to the Queen of England, she was held in high esteem and respect.
  And it also played an important role in communication with power.
  And she was one of the influential members of the resistance and had the rank of marshal!
  Ahsoka Tana giggled and replied:
  - What do you say, Marshal Euthybida!
  The girl and former formal leader of the rebels noted:
  - We really miss Luke Skywalker! If we could bring him back, it would be a great help!
  Princess Leia agreed:
  - Yes, that would really help us a lot! Maybe we should try it?
  Princess Rey took and sang:
  Let us enjoy peace without evil,
  Although it"s hard to believe such a thing...
  The children will play and laugh,
  And we may achieve immortality!
  Ahsoka Tana noted:
  "I have an idea! Let's infuse Luke Skywalker into a boy's clone! It could be done really quickly!"
  Princess Marshal Lei was surprised:
  - Into a boy's clone? Why not into an adult!?
  Anakin Skywalker's former apprentice replied:
  "Because a repulsive reaction might occur. You've probably heard of reincarnation, when the soul of a deceased person inhabits an infant or child. So, a clone boy who looks about eleven years old could be inhabited by the spirit of Luke Skywalker without any difficulty. But an adult clone would be much more difficult!"
  Princess Rey nodded with a smile and said:
  "Yes, I also know that it's easier to infuse an adult's spirit into a child clone! Children's bodies are easier to infuse with souls. And a soul is a special form of matter that functions according to unusual physical laws!"
  Ahsoka Tana confirmed:
  -Chess requires logic, intuition, and ingenuity to win, but in politics, meanness alone is often enough, although victory is always Pyrrhic!
  Euthybida said with a grin:
  "What does chess have to do with it? We're fighting with starships! And the specifics of war are completely different from chess!"
  The four girls looked at each other. They clicked their bare toes and sang:
  Bright, sad in the darkness,
  The stars sparkle ominously...
  In this cosmic darkness,
  The truth is nowhere to be found!
  
  The Sith take power in the sky,
  They strike a terrible blow...
  Establishes a cruel government,
  And you get a nightmare!
  The girls sang with great gusto. But business came first. They knew more or less how to summon spirits. And they needed to choose a boy clone. The child had to be handsome, fair-haired, physically perfect, very strong and fast. Now that was truly the embodiment of beauty. Especially since Luke with the beard looked a bit old before his body was destroyed!
  Ahsoka Tana noted:
  - Maybe I should go for golden, curly hair like an angel's? That would be wonderful!
  Princess Leia noted:
  - White hair is also not bad! Although, it's a matter of taste!
  Princess Rey remarked:
  - And black hair is no vice! I have black hair, but that doesn't make me any less charming!
  Euthybida noted:
  - Luke should have blond hair! The very word Luke means light! And it suits him!
  In short, the girls quickly chose a boy clone, about eleven years old, with a magnificent appearance, but no soul yet!
  Then they drew a pentagram and placed this skillfully crafted clone on it. Afterward, they began dancing, while Euthybida and Ahsoka constructed a still resembling moonshine and began brewing a potion. The girls began adding various spices and whispering incantations. Princess Rey and Princess Leia began meditating. And that was also very cool.
  And now the potion was ready, and all four half-naked girls sat in the lotus position.
  They began to sing enthusiastically and sway to the beat:
  Victory awaits, victory awaits,
  Those who long to break the shackles...
  Victory awaits, victory awaits -
  We will be able to beat the evil orcs!
  
  Even though we look like children and are barefoot,
  We often even find ourselves in battles...
  And the guys have hearts of gold,
  The scum will get a penalty!
  
  The orc is like a bear, cruel,
  And roars like a wounded elephant...
  But in battle we are children of the ace,
  The executioners will not hear our groans!
  
  We will never kneel,
  It is not we who will straighten our proud figure...
  There is no influx, know laziness,
  Let's strike like a hammer!
  
  The orc sometimes fries his heels, the freak,
  Burns the girls' feet...
  Here they are, an evil people,
  But I, boy, will kill him!
  
  In the child's heart the flame roars violently,
  And the fire is really raging...
  Raise your banner higher, warrior,
  You have a gift without boundaries!
  
  Yes, boys are sometimes passionate,
  We are children now forever...
  But sometimes we shine with talent,
  And a star shines over the world!
  
  No enemy will twist you into a spring,
  We are, after all, proud children of the Earth...
  And the boy beats the orcs with a sword,
  He is from God's family of titans!
  
  May the Lord be with us forever,
  He gave me youth that will last for centuries...
  We shine with our bare feet,
  And let the river flow without end!
  
  The Orc doesn't like, believe the words of truth,
  His evil, vile color...
  We'll take those bears by the gills,
  There will be eternal good power!
  
  The orc threatens us all with his fangs,
  Not greedy enough for the land...
  He is the insidious flight of hell Cain,
  And it draws solid zeros!
  
  For bears, believe me, it's not an honor,
  They only torment the roaring...
  But we are eternal warriors, children,
  We can't stand lies, believe me!
  
  Satan is apparently the creator of the orcs,
  They howl and bray like donkeys...
  The girl has a beautiful dress,
  Although the beauty's feet are bare!
  
  No, you are an orc - a fanged, nasty wolf,
  And the bear, whose nature is not honey...
  But believe me, the father of evil is not omnipotent,
  And we will have, just know the plane!
  
  We are capable of doing everything beautifully,
  To create a new joyful world...
  There is no more united group of children,
  There will be a new warrior-idol!
  
  The heart of the young burns for the Fatherland,
  It loves its glorious people...
  We will open the door to new worlds,
  Well, the orc is a pathetic freak!
  
  The honor of a boy, a girl,
  They love, believe me, to create...
  The children's voices will become ringing,
  The legs will throw daggers!
  
  That's when we build a new world,
  It contains happiness for new people...
  And we will march very proudly in formation,
  And the villain will receive retribution!
  
  God does not love those who are tearful,
  He, however, respects good...
  The boy and the girl, believe me, are not arrogant,
  His choice to success is a window!
  
  And when peace comes to the universe,
  We will resurrect those who have fallen with science...
  With your faith, imperishable throughout the centuries,
  And on the wings of a cherub he carries!
  When the sorceresses and Jedi finished singing, the clone boy opened his eyes. And he rose from the pentagram, or rather, jumped up. He was very muscular, tanned, and barefoot. His hair curled in golden ringlets.
  The boy exclaimed:
  - Wow! You've brought me back to the world of the living! How good it feels to be in a young and healthy body!
  The Jedi child jumped up, doing a seven-somersault, landed, and exclaimed:
  - But why am I a boy? Couldn't you have transferred me into an adult's body?
  Ahsoka Tana replied:
  - It's much easier to inhabit a child's body! And rejoice - in your new childhood!
  Princess Leia remarked:
  "Indeed, after disembodiment and the loss of its physical form, the spirit strives to intuitively enter into something new, fresh. And the easiest way for it to do so is to find itself in a baby and begin to live anew. It's a good thing you're not a tiny boy, after all, and you can still fight and use your side of the force! Overall, I'd say it's super!"
  Boy Luke jumped up again, did a tenfold somersault for this occasion and noted:
  - It's truly quasaric! The body is so agile and flexible, it's so perfect and flexible!
  The boy's bare feet snapped their toes, and lightning shot out from his little fingers. It struck the wall, shattering the bricks into tiny pieces.
  Luke noted with a smile:
  - Wow! I managed to throw out a bolt of force. And I've never been able to do that before!
  Ahsoka Tana noted:
  Children's bodies offer special, wonderful opportunities! And you'll see it!
  Four girls just did the horizontal splits. And their legs were bare, beautiful, and seductive-just superb!
  Luke Skywalker started singing at the top of his lungs:
  I became a boy superman,
  And I'm ready to tear all the Sith apart...
  Changes await us,
  Write this down in your notebook!
  And the boy started stamping his bare, childish feet. Now that's a really cool kid.
  The girls spun their lightsabers, and they spun like colorful helicopter blades. And it was beautiful.
  Ahsoka Tana noted with a smile:
  - We are so cool and agile!
  Princess Leia laughed and noted:
  "The word 'cool' sounds like a gangster! We're fighting for light and kindness!"
  Princess Rey agreed:
  - The word "cool" seems meaningless! I meant to say it ambiguously!
  Euthybida remarked with a smile:
  - Maybe we'll add someone else to the team! For example, we could bring back Solo!
  Princess Leia logically noted:
  - Then maybe it would be better to resurrect Yoda! And it will be hyperpulsar!
  Ahsoka Tanoo squeaked, spinning around.
  "An excellent idea, frankly! But Yoda has merged with the light side of the Force! Would he want to be in the flesh?"
  Boy Luke replied:
  "I think so! Especially since Yoda's spirit appeared to me! That means he retained his personality and the ability to incarnate!"
  Princess Leia just chirped:
  - Oh Yoda, Yoda, Yoda! Your soul is not a deck of cards!
  Ahsoka nodded with a sweet smile:
  "So, shall we get to Yoda's return? I think the boy's clone would suit him, especially since Yoda was already short!"
  Princess Rey remarked:
  "Not now! Pulling out two powerful spirits from the light side at once would be too much. Especially since more than thirty years have passed since Yoda's disembodiment! And his spirit isn't quite like Luke Skywalker's!"
  The Jedi boy giggled and sang:
  Your soul aspired to the heights,
  You will be born again with a dream...
  But if you lived like a pig,
  You'll remain a pig!
  And lightning flies out of the boy's bare toes.
  And she just went ahead and fired. It punched a jagged hole in the armor that smoked at the edges.
  The boy whistled, his eyes widening:
  - Wow! I have killer legs!
  The Jedi child was clearly overjoyed. His mood was colossal and joyful! Ahsoka tossed him the lightsaber. The boy swung it around with great force. And it flashed like lightning. Now that was a true superchild. One capable of ripping and piercing anyone.
  And so he swung his lightsaber and attacked Ahsoka. The alien girl, conveniently beautiful, multicolored, and Anakin Skywalker's finest apprentice, parried the blow. And so they began fencing. So much so that sparks flew from the streams of light.
  Princess Leia remarked:
  - Then you'll chop off your arms and legs! Or even your heads!
  Princess Rey shouted:
  - Now stop it!
  The boy and girl of the alien race stopped fighting. And they jumped and bounced and twisted.
  Evtibida noted:
  - We've done a good job! Now let's get down to business! Let's check out our troops!
  Meanwhile, Anakin and Azalea performed a dance in front of Jabba.
  After which, the boy and girl were forced to fight a boar-headed monster. The children were half-naked and barefoot, and they fought with their bare fists. And Anakin deftly jumped aside and kicked the monster with his bare heel, shaking it. And Azalea tripped him, and the boar fell. He fell, but the monster immediately jumped up. And the boy and girl jumped up, kicking him in the chin with their bare heels.
  Anakin was a very agile child. And Azalea was no less so. The boy and girl slashed at the monster with great force and flourish. And they kicked him with their bare feet.
  And the children started singing with great enthusiasm:
  You know, I was born a nimble boy,
  And he loved to fight with swords...
  A cruel wave of enemies rolled in,
  I'll tell you about it in verse!
  
  Here the boy fell into evil slavery,
  And his evil lashes out, a hard whip...
  Where is all his hussarism going?
  What can I say, the enemy is very cool!
  
  I'm a boy in the quarries now,
  It's very hard for me to be barefoot...
  There will be a new world order, I believe,
  What the Almighty has given to everyone will become true!
  
  The whips lash out vigorously across the back,
  I'm naked at any time...
  These are the kind of bastards and sadists they are,
  This is a real madhouse!
  
  But the boy is not afraid of work,
  She carries boulders for nothing...
  It was no wonder the boy was sweating,
  The boy needs to hit him in the snout!
  
  Why swing a sledgehammer for too long,
  Why carry granite boulders?
  It's not too late for us to gain strength,
  Repel the onslaught of any horde!
  
  Here the infidels are rushing wildly,
  They have a very foul smelling spirit...
  The strings on the guitar broke,
  And perhaps the torch has gone out!
  
  I fought desperately and boldly,
  And he ended up in prison for a long time...
  I was lucky, of course, to be honest,
  Rock apparently spared the boy!
  
  Now the traders have noticed me,
  They took the boy to the circus...
  Well, you can see such guys there,
  They will bring anyone to their senses!
  
  Well, in short, a boy goes into battle,
  In swimming trunks and, of course, barefoot...
  And the enemy is tall, even too tall,
  You can't knock it down that easily with your fist!
  
  I go on the attack without hesitation,
  And I am ready to die with honor...
  Living is, of course, the best idea,
  So that I simply don"t have to endure beatings!
  
  So the boy can fight too,
  He is ready to believe everything...
  Believe me, his soul is not that of a hare,
  You won't understand why!
  
  God will grant immortality to all the young,
  Those who fell in the terrible battle...
  We are still, essentially, just children,
  They gave me a good slap on the back of the head!
  
  And he knocked down the enemy with a blow,
  Confirmed the thrust with a steel sword...
  The training wasn't in vain,
  Blood is flowing in a stormy stream, as you can see!
  
  The boy won, he put his foot down,
  And left a bare, clear footprint...
  It's too early to draw conclusions,
  I only got meat for lunch!
  
  Again the battle, now the fights with the wolves,
  This predator is fast and cunning...
  But the boy swung his swords at once,
  And they are already weaving a carpet from the skin!
  
  And then we had to fight the lion,
  This is no joke, it's a formidable beast, believe me...
  And you don"t have to be ashamed of your victory,
  We have opened the door to success!
  
  God does not love the weak - know this,
  He needs powerful force...
  We will find ourselves an Eden on the map,
  The boy's destiny will be to take the throne!
  
  What did the boy gain freedom for?
  And in battles he became much more mature...
  He's a wolf cub now, not a bunny,
  And his eagle is the ideal!
  
  There are no barriers to the power of a boy,
  He already has a mustache...
  He is now powerful, even too powerful,
  And, of course, not a coward at all!
  
  He can do everything in a big battle,
  And overcome the horde with an avalanche...
  He's a guy who's stronger than steel,
  A real bull is considered a bear!
  
  He who was a slave will become a master,
  He who was weak will come out of it by force...
  We will see the sun in the sky,
  And we will open a resounding account of victories!
  
  And then we will put on the crown,
  And we will sit on the throne like a king...
  We will receive a generous share of happiness,
  And the enemies will receive retribution and defeat!
  The battered boar-headed monster fell silent. The boy and girl had broken all his bones with bare feet. And drawn blood.
  After which they raised their hands up.
  Jabba the Hutt roared:
  - Hyperquasar! And now you will fight each other with lightsabers!
  Azalea exclaimed:
  - Give us any opponent you like, but not each other!
  CHAPTER No 5.
  Oleg Rybachenko was building a major railway in Africa, while simultaneously continuing to write. The line was to run from the Ila Delta all the way to the equator.
  And these girls are just hyper.
  And they are so warlike.
  Marusya, pounding her opponents and launching death gifts at the enemy with her bare feet, squeaked:
  - For the greatest victories of the Fatherland!
  Matryona, scribbling about coronaviruses, cooed:
  - For the Fatherland that is above all the roof!
  And again, the girl will shoot at coronaviruses with a bazooka, pressing a button with a strawberry nipple.
  This girl is the highest of all classes.
  This is how the girls took up the Coronavirus empire and cooed:
  - The great mystery of the Motherland,
  To your faithful, wise, glorious honor...
  Let us strengthen your unity -
  We will be together with the Fatherland forever!
  Stalenida, while shooting at coronaviruses, was quite aggressive and positive. And she threw it with her bare toes.
  A gift of death. And she will tear apart the masses of warriors of the infectious coronavirus empire. She is a warrior of the highest order.
  Stalenida sang with a smile:
  - Let communism be glorified,
  Mao, we will destroy you...
  Only we are going up, not down.
  Let's punch the bandit in the face!
  That's the kind of warrior she is. And she's crushing those damn coronaviruses like that. And nothing can stop her.
  Veronica, while battling coronavirus, said:
  - For the victory of communist ideas throughout the world!
  Victoria, scribbling about the warriors of the infectious coronavirus empire and throwing grenades with her bare toes, squeaked:
  - For Russia and freedom until the end!
  And again she threw with her bare toes a murderous gift of annihilation.
  Serafima smashed the coronaviruses, mowing down the coronaviruses with great ease, and threw gifts of death with her bare toes.
  After which she cooed:
  - For the ideas of holy communism!
  Stalinida, while building on coronavirus, harshly noted:
  - When you hear the word "holy", it immediately smells of falsehood and lies!
  Veronica giggled and noted:
  - But Lavrenty is no saint!
  Stalenida threw a grenade at the coronavirus with her bare foot and squealed:
  - Our General Secretary and Chairman are not particularly outstanding!
  Veronica, baring her cradle and scribbling about coronaviruses, sang:
  - Believe the devil, believe the devil, believe the devil,
  But live as before! But live like a beach! I'm not a mom!
  No ma! I can't!
  Victoria noted with a chuckle while scribbling about coronaviruses:
  - Everything will be fine!
  Veronica agreed with this:
  - We will definitely win!
  Stalenida agreed:
  "We can't lose! Because we're Russian! And Russians are the kind of nation that even when they're constantly losing, they'll just go and win with incredible fury!"
  Victoria nodded:
  - It's like a boxer who will be losing for fourteen rounds, but in the fifteenth he will come back and decisively win!
  Veronica laughed, baring her teeth:
  - Yes, it's quite possible! Well, if he wins, he wins!
  Serafima remarked aggressively, baring her teeth:
  - We will be the strongest in the world and defeat everyone!
  And with his bare toes he will once again launch a unique gift of death at his enemy.
  These girls are top-notch.
  With a girl like that, I think anyone could go crazy, or have their lid blown off its hinges.
  Stalenide crushed coronaviruses and sang:
  - We are the strongest in the world,
  We'll soak all the bacilli in the toilet...
  Moscow doesn't believe in tears,
  And we'll give this evil infection a good whack on the brain!
  This is the kind of delightful girl she is, Stalenida. One could call her simply hyper and super.
  With girls like these, you can look to the future with confidence. Even though there are almost a billion coronaviruses, and unlike the USSR, they have far more men than women.
  And coronaviruses love to fight.
  But they are not very good at it.
  A jagged front line emerged. Where the coronaviruses had made inroads, where the Soviet or Russian troops were.
  No one has a big advantage.
  Stalenida, writing about coronaviruses, suddenly squealed, baring her teeth and winking:
  - For the Fatherland until the very end!
  Victoria squealed with wild rage:
  - Give the Dragon President total death!
  Veronica agreed with this:
  - Death to the Dragon President through Tumba-yumba!
  And the Americans, of course, are ready to help the contagious empire. They're even willing to sell Coronavirus-stan weapons on credit. And that's a cruel policy for the US.
  This is how they put pressure on the Red Army.
  But as long as there are female heroines in it, the USSR cannot be defeated.
  Here are Alice and Angelica fighting. Such fierce and classy thieves. And they're thrashing the coronaviruses with fury and force.
  Alice fired a sniper rifle, pierced the coronavirus, and threw it with her bare toes.
  knife, a deadly gift of death, squeaked:
  - For the Fatherland USSR!
  That's the kind of fighter she is. She's full of both strength and aggression.
  Angelica is healthy and a red-haired warrior. She'll smash the coronaviruses like crazy. She'll knock out a colossal mass of them. And then she'll roar:
  - Glory to the new Komsomol members!
  And how he laughs.
  Alice, shooting at the coronaviruses and accurately hitting them, logically noted:
  - We are capable of defeating any horde!
  And Alice fired from the bazooka using the scarlet nipple of her breast.
  This is a girl who shows real class.
  Angelica will also hit the enemy, mow down a ton of coronaviruses, and then yelp:
  - For the Fatherland!
  These women are so aggressive and capable of, let's say, a lot.
  Alice remarked with a smile, mowing down her enemies:
  - Our motherland, let's kill the yellow bacilli!
  Angelica noted with wild fury the destruction of coronaviruses:
  - We communists will become stronger in the world!
  And with his bare toes he takes hold and throws a grenade with a charge of TNT.
  That's how the girls went wild.
  And they destroy enemies with colossal force.
  Natasha, shooting at the coronaviruses and pressing the bazooka button with her scarlet nipple, noted:
  - For Russia there is no such problem as the number of enemies!
  Zoya, writing about coronaviruses, agreed:
  - We can defeat any enemy army!
  Fighting girl Augustina, writing to the coronavirus troops, fired a bazooka with a strawberry nipple and yelped:
  - I am the beauty of death!
  And Svetlana will hit us with a bang, like a coronavirus. And with her bare toes she'll run at the Nazis, class of bacilli, and yelp:
  - For the USSR in a new light!
  Natasha spanked again, using her ruby nipple to press the button. And it was beautiful. And quite aggressive.
  Natasha noted with a laugh:
  - We think we can and do everything!
  Zoya objected with a smile:
  - Not all of them! We can't catch the main bacillus!
  Natasha remarked with a sigh, slashing at the enemy with her bare heel:
  - We'll catch Megbacilla too! He's old, he'll die soon too!
  Zoya laughed and replied:
  - Another one might come, even more rabid!
  Augustina, cutting down the coronaviruses that were crawling in large numbers, also slapped them with a raspberry-colored nipple from a bazooka and squealed:
  - Everything will be fine, girls! I'm sure of it!
  And she added, kicking the gift of death with her bare heel and tearing apart the coronaviruses.
  - Evil is not infinite!
  Svetlana logically noted, mowing down the advancing fighters of the Coronavirus Empire:
  - Our country will become more glorious and modern!
  And just like with coronaviruses, it will just hit.
  And this is her aggressive understanding and colossal strength.
  Girls, of course, can do a lot when they are angry and even more when they are kind.
  Albina and Alvina fight very fiercely in the sky.
  Albina shoots down a plane belonging to the Coronavirus Air Force and coos:
  - The goddess Lada is for us!
  Alvina shot down a coronavirus attack aircraft and noted:
  - Goddess Lada is a Deity with a capital D!
  These are truly the girls. And extremely cool.
  And Helga, from her attack aircraft, is still bashing the coronaviruses on land. And she's a very capable fighter. And she so deftly took the turret off a coronavirus tank with a precise hit.
  This is a girl...
  And he coos:
  - For the construction of communism throughout the world!
  Albina noted, while tweaking coronaviruses with great precision:
  - For the best Soviet minds!
  And it will also cut off the coronavirus machine.
  These girls are probably of the highest rank.
  Alvina, while thundering against coronavirus, logically noted:
  - We can do anything - and we will show it to everyone!
  And knocked down another coronavirus contraption.
  Girls are what is the highest class.
  But a boy can also be a very good fighter.
  Especially if it's an immortal boy.
  Here Oleg Rybachenko sang with great enthusiasm:
  - Glory to the Fatherland of Communism,
  We love you, our native country...
  We will destroy the joys of fascism,
  Even if Satan attacks us!
  And the boy will once again slash at coronaviruses with swords. And then he'll perform a fan-like windmill. And with his bare toes, he'll take and hurl a very lethal gift of death.
  to the enemy.
  This guy - let's just say he's a super guy!
  Margarita Korshunova, slashing at the advancing coronaviruses and throwing death-dealing gifts at the enemy with her bare toes, squeaked:
  - Beyond Russian borders beyond Shanghai!
  Oleg Rybachenko, chopping down the enemy, nodded vigorously:
  "We'll still have our borders beyond Shanghai. But the enemy is especially strong in numbers!"
  Margarita Korshunova agreed with this:
  - The enemy is very strong! But we will still win!
  And with his bare toes he launches the lethal gift of death.
  Oleg Rybachenko, writing about coronaviruses, quite sensibly noted:
  - Our army will be in Fedichkin!
  Margarita Korshunova agreed:
  - I hope so! If we don't bleed to death in the process!
  The boy terminator answered confidently:
  - Our victory is inevitable!
  The warrior girl, throwing a lemon with her bare foot, agreed:
  - I believe it! I really believe it!
  And like a warrior, she just laughs.
  And then the immortal children suddenly started whistling in unison. Their whistling made many thousands of crows faint. And they, losing consciousness, fell to the ground.
  coronaviruses and pierce their skulls.
  And they drill holes in the heads of the soldiers of the infectious coronavirus empire. And they drive the enemies into the grave.
  After whistling, Margarita noted with a laugh:
  - You and I are just like the Nightingale Robbers!
  Oleg Rybachenko nodded in agreement:
  - Just like nightingales!
  And the boy burst out laughing...
  And again the immortal children whistled. And the crows felt great pain. They lost consciousness and fell like raindrops. And a mass of coronaviruses were killed.
  After which the children sang in chorus:
  - Black warrior in the face of death,
  The victim awaits at midnight...
  Believe better than anyone else in the world,
  We will bury you in the ground!
  These kids are truly what it takes! And they're a real fighter.
  Oleg Rybachenko swung two swords, decapitated seven coronavirus soldiers at once, and sang:
  - It"s not for nothing that I"m known as a strongman,
  Seven with one blow!
  Margarita Korshunova, dissecting coronaviruses, noted:
  - We will be the first on Mars, and everywhere else!
  Oleg Rybachenko, having once again slashed coronavirus, noted:
  - We will be the first everywhere!
  And she threw a lethal grenade at the bare feet of a boy of about twelve years old.
  Thus, children, gifted immortality by the Russian gods, fight desperately and bravely. And they act with colossal energy.
  So there is a chance that coronaviruses will be destroyed.
  Both Alice and Angelica destroy coronaviruses with sniper rifles.
  And they do it accurately.
  And they throw grenades with their bare toes.
  Alice pressed the button with her scarlet nipple, causing the bazooka to go off and scatter a mass of coronaviruses.
  The girl chirped:
  - I'm the coolest!
  Angelica pressed her ruby nipple, expelled a mass of coronaviruses, and squealed:
  - No! I'm the coolest!
  And the warriors whistled. And thousands of stunned crows fell on the heads of the coronaviruses.
  After which the girls began to sing:
  - We will go into battle boldly,
  For the power of the Soviets...
  We will erase coronaviruses -
  To this song!
  That was really cool.
  The girls started beating the coronaviruses even more vigorously. And they used magical plasma. And the coronaviruses started turning into chocolate bars. Filled with condensed milk, honey, and jam, no less. And how beautiful and militant it was.
  Pippi Longstocking was a tough warrior. And coronaviruses weren't a hindrance to them. And it all happened so beautifully. And instead of coronaviruses, there were glasses of ice cream covered in chocolate crust and vanilla, and something so fragrant, beautiful, and incredibly appetizing and tempting! This is wonderful, covered in chocolate sauce, and cherries, and pistachios, and candied fruit.
  Pippi Longstocking, overjoyed, burst into a stream of winged aphorisms:
  The girl is not afraid to run barefoot through the snow, she is afraid that the groom might turn out to be a dumb clod, shod up to his ears!
  A soldier at war becomes younger and more mature at the same time, a politician in a behind-the-scenes struggle grows old and matures, simultaneously descending to the level of a wild beast!
  A soldier is a conscript and becomes a professional in war; a politician knows no time limits and is a professional in claiming victory!
  A soldier must be a flint, but not a stone-hearted one; a politician has long had a stone heart, but has the hardness of rubber!
  A good soldier in battle is like the Devil - he needs to put out the fire, a skilled politician is like Satan himself in his meanness, and he is a typical hose in keeping his promises!
  A soldier may die on the battlefield, but it is better than to perish under a stream of sweet lies from the lips of politicians in peacetime!
  He who is born a warrior will die a hero, he who becomes a politician is already a dead scoundrel and a walking corpse!
  Politics is when you say one thing, mean another, do a third, and the result is a fourth, but it still backfires and remains an abomination!
  In politics there are no brothers, but plenty of poor relatives; no fairy-tale princes, but an abundance of naked kings; no truth, not even for a moment, but enough lies for more than one generation!
  Love comes when you least expect it, politicians stick when you don't call!
  Love knows no age, politicians can do any dirty trick!
  A politician is a monster posing as a handsome man, but no amount of fancy armor can hide his pig snout and wolf fangs!
  A soldier is also a monster in some way, because he kills on the battlefield, but unlike a politician, he is on equal terms, while the voter is always the loser!
  A woman wants love and happiness for herself and her family, a politician is primarily interested in harming others and is obsessed with the love of money!
  A woman is like a rose: an alluring scent, a striking appearance, sharp thorns, but what does a politician resemble, striking with his stench, wretched appearance, and the prickliness of a cactus?
  A woman is the embodiment of beauty and purity, even if not always perfect, but a politician will always be the epitome of meanness and ugliness!
  A barefoot boy doesn't misbehave and pick pockets as often as a politician does nasty things and plays dirty!
  The child loves to play with guns, but he is adorable; the politician loves to rattle them, but instead of fear, he inspires disgust and laughter!
  Scientists say that man descended from apes, and although a politician is a typical primate, especially for successful people, he is related to the jackal!
  Man has a divine creative nature, but is crucified by politicians who are simply devilish by nature and create chaos!
  A politician is the Devil incarnate, not the ruler of hell, but the creator of the underworld on Earth, in which devils get out of control and create chaos!
  A soldier's judge is God and time, but a politician is a scoundrel even without a trial, and his lawlessness knows no time limits!
  A soldier does not seek peace, and a storm does not beckon either, a politician will bury his exploits, a very envious parasite!
  A soldier is sometimes a reluctant warrior, and he doesn't want to kill, but he fulfills a sacred duty to the Motherland, while a politician is a voluntary traitor who enjoys making a fool of himself and not fulfilling his obligations to voters!
  A soldier solves puzzles in battle, a politician builds cunning combinations, but cannot resolve the matter peacefully!
  A politician is a general who, instead of epaulettes, wears the card shoulder straps of a fool, while being a fox himself!
  A soldier can lose at cards, but a politician, even without playing, wears shoulder straps of sixes!
  A soldier is a pretty cool fighter when he's got his head together, but a politician is just a pig, he'll get a sparrow from an eagle!
  A soldier knows what fear is, but overcomes himself; a politician knows what honor is, but twists it to suit himself!
  If a woman isn't afraid to show off her bare legs and doesn't allow herself to be put in boots, then she was born with a caul!
  A warrior who won't let himself be skinned three times over is born with a silver spoon in his mouth!
  Woman, don't be ashamed to walk barefoot, be afraid to end up under the heel of a felt boot!
  If you don't want to swallow the blade's edge, then acquire a sharp mind and steely endurance!
  The point of a fool's sword may pierce the body, but only the sharp word of a wise man can truly strike the heart!
  A soldier is a devil with a pure heart, a politician claims to be God but is filled with dirty thoughts!
  Don't be ashamed of your nakedness, woman, in search of a prince-man, shame yourself for marrying a naked king!
  A woman who can skin a man three times with her bare feet was born with a silver spoon in her mouth!
  A woman who was born with a shirt on her back, with her naked flesh, puts shoes on a man, even if he is not a complete fool!
  It is more important for a woman to be born with a caul than to receive a luxurious dress from a naked emperor!
  It is better for a woman to walk naked than to allow herself to be skinned three times by a full-booted man, it is better for her to be barefoot than to be shod with a blunt boot!
  If a barefoot woman, baring her breasts, receives applause, and not insults and whistles, then she was born with a caul and will not let anyone put shoes on her!
  Women's weaknesses turn into attractive forces, and if a man shows weakness, he will be pushed into a swamp of powerlessness!
  A woman must be able to forgive if she wants to be successful, and a man, if he wants to achieve something, must not give himself a break!
  The eagle's place goes to the one who can sing like a nightingale and not count crows!
  He who counts many crows is completely wingless and has no beak!
  He who sells his homeland for gold is not worth a penny and will be covered in the rust of betrayal under the noble metal!
  By robbing your descendants, you will be ruined to the point of emptiness, since everything will drown in the bottomless pool of the crimes of the past!
  A warrior must be wise as an owl, brave as an eagle, and not count crows in battle, lest he end up a plucked chicken!
  It's not a problem when you're young, it's a complete disaster when you lack brains and ingenuity at any age!
  A boy wants to be a soldier and go to war to become a hero, a politician wants to be a commander, sit in the rear, and commit a mean act!
  The soldier wants porridge with meat, but gets birch porridge from the commanders and a rotten pig put under his plate by the politicians!
  In battle, you need not only a sharp bayonet and a steel saber, but also a sharp mind and nerves of steel, with the golden hands of an inventor!
  The people need not a monarch on the throne, but a king in their heads; not the silver speech of politicians, but silver rubles in their wallets!
  Intelligence and courage, like husband and wife, give birth to victory only in pairs, and the godmother of any success - luck, will not be a third wheel at all!
  Youth is green but sweet, old age is bitter and moldy, and a woman is like a fly to sweetness, illness is like a gadfly to old age!
  It's better to be a young voter than an old politician. Youth also falls for sweet talk, but it can't stand being lied to!
  In youth, any undertaking goes smoothly, but in old age and idleness, it stalls!
  In youth there is more joy from work than from idleness in old age, so let us drink to the fact that youth does not end without any work!
  A girl is beautiful in her youth, a spoon for dinner, and a politician in the grave!
  Boys with bare heels are happier than adults who have been skinned by politicians and completely shod from the ears!
  A girl is better off barefoot than in high heels if she had to lower herself morally for them!
  CHAPTER No 6.
  Okay, that's where Pippi Longstocking's memories and dreams ended. The girl and her crew had effectively finished destroying the Japanese fleet. Building a new one would take a long time, so Tsarist Russia under Nicholas II effectively won the war.
  The only question now is: will the Romanov Empire stop there or will it try to conquer Japan as well?
  Pippi Longstocking noted:
  - Do the Japanese want to become a Russian province?
  Oleg answered confidently:
  - Not yet! But we'll convince them over time!
  Annika noted:
  "If Russia invades Japan, that would be too much. Everything needs to be fair!"
  Tommy, the boy, stamped his bare, childish foot and noted:
  "Really, why should we help an aggressive empire, one in which an absolute monarchy conquers the entire world? Well, in this case, Japan was the aggressor, we took revenge, and let the Tsar and the Mikado make peace!"
  Margarita objected:
  "If we leave Japan behind Russia's lines, then during the First World War, it will strike us in the back! No, we should land troops and turn the Land of the Rising Sun into part of the Russian Empire!"
  Pippi Longstocking suggested:
  - Then let's vote!
  Oleg objected:
  - These children don't have superpowers. They don't have the right to vote!
  Annika objected:
  - Why is that!? And you're a child too!
  Margarita objected:
  - We only look like children! But in reality, both Pippi and I are much older than we look!
  Tommy replied pompously:
  - Heroism has no age!
  Oleg shrugged and remarked:
  - It is better to have one king on one planet than a hundred lesser tyrants!
  Pippi Longstocking noticed:
  - Maybe this is better, but... People should have freedom of choice and the right, among other things, to live in a separate state!
  Annika confirmed:
  - Exactly! It's like a shared house, but everyone has their own apartment, which is much more convenient!
  Oleg suggested:
  - Then let's toss a coin! If it's heads, we continue the war and take control of Japan, and if it's tails, we end it and make peace!
  Pippi doubted:
  - I know these tricks, with your skills it will come up heads!
  Margarita suggested:
  - Then let Tommy quit. She doesn't know how to cheat!
  The girl stamped her bare feet and replied:
  - So, I'm ready!
  Oleg scratched his smooth forehead and remarked:
  - You know, let's fly to the universe where the Livonian War is going on for now. We'll toss the coin later!
  Pippi nodded sweetly:
  - Yes, yes! Where are we going? There are two bifurcation points there: the Battle of Chashniki and the Siege of Polotsk. We've already been to both. Where's the third point?
  Oleg noted:
  There was the siege of Reval by Ivan the Terrible. If the city had been taken, Livonia could have been subjugated. Another option was the election of Ivan the Terrible as King of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. And also the Russian army's march on Riga. Then, too, there were enormous opportunities for Russia! And for the Slavs as a whole, with their unification, a single state!
  Margarita answered with a sweet look:
  "And the siege of Reval was a good moment. Although the Battle of Chashniki was even better: the first time the Russian army suffered a defeat during the Livonian War!"
  Pippi Longstocking objected:
  "There was already a battle at Chashniki! Why keep helping Russia-it's also an imperial predator! Maybe it's better to help someone else!"
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  "Russia is a unique empire. It was distinguished by its particular resilience, and by the fact that its national minorities were not particularly eager to leave! And who are you proposing to help?"
  Pippi replied with a sweet look:
  "There are various options! For example, helping the Roman Empire? It's also a highly civilized empire, after all, and it has Roman law-they're not savages, they respect human rights!"
  Margarita noted with a chuckle:
  - And if only we could get back to the times of Nero or Caligula! That would be really funny!
  Annika giggled and noted:
  "Why isn't that an idea? Maybe during the time of Julian the Apostate! And let's say Rome became pagan again! I wonder what the world would be like!"
  Oleg nodded with a smile and replied:
  - And I've already changed this world! Should I tell you?
  Pippi Longstocking nodded:
  -Come on, it will be interesting and cool!
  Here he found himself next to Julian the Apostate. The renowned Roman emperor found himself in a difficult situation during a battle with the Parthians. But Caesar's heirs fought bravely and drove back the Parthians. But the emperor himself, surrounded by a small force, desperately tried to break through to his own side.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped out onto the hot sand. The boy-terminator immediately realized this wasn't quite a dream, especially since the blisters on his soles, still not quite healed, began to ache. But there was no time to think-he had to save the emperor!
  The young ranger, with a single blow from a flying leap, knocked down five Parthians who had already surrounded the emperor. Then, Oleg Rybachenko, deftly seized both swords and entered the fray. The first four Persian warriors fell, their heads severed. Then the boy threw a dagger with his bare fingers, and it twisted in flight, slitting the throats of three archers.
  Oleg Rybachenko exclaimed joyfully:
  - This is a man's battle!
  Then he launched a decisive offensive. His swords swung like a lawnmower. They cut down everyone in sight, slicing through the Persians' limbs. A major Parthian commander, trying to reach the emperor, lost his own hand. And then his head.
  Oleg Rybachenko hurled five daggers at once from a helicopter, cutting down an entire line of archers. Then he yelled:
  - Fortune's hour! It's time to play!
  And his swords decimated the Parthian army. The army's leader, King Indaemon of Persia, stared wide-eyed. The half-naked, muscular boy cut down everyone in sight, littering every approach to Julian with corpses. Never before had the ruler of Parthia seen such a fierce fighter. And the fact that he was merely a beardless youth inspired serious fear.
  Suddenly, the truly pagan gods decided to aid Ancient Rome, and instead of retreating, Julian brought the ancestral religion back to Earth! And now it's either Hercules or Hercules' son who's fighting the Parthian army.
  And Oleg Rybachenko grew increasingly enraged. He hurled heavy, sharp objects. He stabbed and struck at the enemies of Ancient Rome, and his swords seemed like irresistible bolts of lightning. The boy-terminator inspired the rest of the Romans. Shouting: "Hercules! Hercules is with us!" They rushed at the Parthians, doubling and tripling their forces. The emperor himself fought.
  Julian was only slightly above average height, but well built and handsome. He was only thirty-two years old at the time of his death, and it's unknown what would have awaited the Roman Empire had the apostate lived longer. But now, it seems, the Parthians have given way and are beginning to retreat.
  And the rest of the Roman army added to the fervor. King Indaemon attempted to turn the tide of battle, and with a select thousand immortals, he advanced into battle. But this was his fatal mistake.
  Oleg Rybachenko noticed a very large man-taller than Valuev, wearing a crown and shoulders like a wardrobe clad in golden chainmail. And the boy, seeing how they listened to this ruler's orders, realized it was time to act. He picked up the Persian's dropped bow. He quickly drew it back with his foot, nearly snapping the string. Then he released the arrow, mentally following its flight.
  And as it sped past, the barbed sting pierced the Parthian king's neck, severing his carotid artery. And the enormous ruler, weighing one and a half, perhaps even two hundred kilograms, fell from his cart elephant.
  The king's death was certainly a crushing blow to the army. Especially when a younger heir, like Oleg Rybachenko, attempted to assume command and shot an arrow at him. As a result, this enemy, too, was pierced by the scorpion. The Romans, seeing the emperor eager for battle, now cried out: "Apollo, Apollo is with us!"
  And Oleg Rybachenko beat the Parthians with his hands and feet.
  And this barbarian army fled en masse. Now the Romans were pursuing Parthia, and in this wolf-like race, forgiveness and mercy were out of the question. Woe to those who flee, and doubly woe to those who flee from the Romans.
  The Eastern army melted away before our eyes, while the Latin regiments, legions, and cohorts were relentless. Iron-clad and strong, they smashed and tore everything in sight, and slaughtered nobles...
  CHAPTER No 5
  Oleg Rybachenko approached at the emperor's beckoning. He looked at him kindly. People in ancient times were a bit shorter than they are in the twenty-first century, so Oleg looked about fourteen or fifteen by Roman standards. That is, he could already be considered a man, albeit without a beard. Julian glanced at his scratches and bruises and asked with a broad smile:
  - Are you a god?
  Oleg Rybachenko answered honestly and fairly:
  - I am a human!
  Julian sighed heavily and also answered sincerely:
  - It's a pity... It's a great pity!
  The boy-terminator was angered by this and he responded harshly:
  - There's nothing to feel sorry for! Man, that sounds proud!
  Julian nodded approvingly and patted the boy on the shoulder:
  - Well said! A man sounds proud, and he must be proud, and not clay in the hands of a potter!
  The army murmured approvingly. The field priest began preparing a pagan service to celebrate the victory. Julian decided to revive the old cults. One of them was the worship of Jupiter, Mars, and Mithras. Although it was clear that the pagan faith needed modernization. Various ideas were proposed. After all, there was already a doctrine about the Elysian Fields-a paradise for warriors and heroic men, learned men. So why not make it the official doctrine? Submit to the emperor, distinguish yourself in service, and receive a harem in the afterlife, where you can hold splendid feasts, remaining eternally young and strong! So why would the elite need the doctrine of Christ?
  Oleg Rybachenko, who also did not particularly like traditional Christianity, noted:
  - Man is the smith of his own happiness, and the potter of his own success!
  Julian extended his hand to the boy, shook it firmly and offered with all sincerity:
  - Be my son and heir! You are wise beyond your years, and you possess superhuman strength!
  After which, the emperor pulled the Caesar's ring from his belt. This ring is typically given to the emperor to whom he chooses his successor, and it is usually a sign of adoption.
  Oleg Rybachenko put the ring on his index finger and said with enthusiasm:
  - I hope to prove worthy of the fate of becoming the emperor's son...
  Julian routed the Parthian army and once again laid siege to their well-fortified capital. Oleg Rybachenko's arrival was greeted with joy. The Roman emperor kissed the boy and lifted him above himself with his strong arms, saying:
  - Thank the gods! I was already thinking that you were dead!
  Oleg, realizing that the truth was not so easy to explain, replied:
  - To be honest, your majesty, my real father is Apollo and he sometimes takes me to Olympus and other worlds so that I don"t get too used to people!
  The Emperor, known in real history as an apostate, was surprised:
  - Have you seen Olympus?
  Oleg Rybachenko, like all intellectually developed boys, loved to compose and therefore readily confirmed:
  - Yes!
  Julian exclaimed in admiration:
  - And I saw Jupiter!
  The boy knight, smiling broadly with his pearly teeth, replied:
  - My grandfather Jupiter sends you his regards! And wishes you success!
  The Emperor shouted at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to the gods! May they bring victory!
  The boy heir immediately suggested not to delay the assault, as the area was devastated all around and it was too difficult for the Roman troops to obtain food and drink.
  Oleg, armed with the finest Roman bow, which he had even improved, set out to hunt. It was best to plan the assault while keeping an eye on the fortress itself and killing enemies along the way.
  Oleg Rybachenko fired from a distance at a warrior with scarlet feathers on his helmet. A cloud of arrows flew at the boy in response. But the young warrior paid them no mind-they were just missing him anyway-and calmly picked off his opponents, walking briskly, occasionally breaking into a run, as he circled the wall.
  The city was indeed large, only slightly smaller than Rome, and surrounded by high walls. Trajan the Great and many other conquerors failed to take it. Yet this was, in fact, Parthia's main power. Conquer it, and your dominion, Rome, could extend as far as India.
  Oleg noticed that the city walls were almost everywhere large, thick, and crenellated. Taking such a city would require many long ladders, and it's not guaranteed you'll find them. The defenses are somewhat weaker where the city is washed by a river, where the current is turbulent. It's possible to divert the river, but it would take at least two months of hard work. So, what other options are there?
  For example, blow up the wall and break through the breach! It's the simplest way, but it requires explosives. But there's a sizable forest near the city. And with a little skill, explosives can be made from... sawdust, adding simple minerals and salts. And with his bare heels, the boy felt that these kinds of minerals and salts were present in the soil.
  The best place to undermine the highest part of the wall, where the largest number of enemy soldiers are concentrated, is at hand. Now the Parthians will regret ever daring to attack Rome.
  Oleg Rybachenko, having shot four quivers, returned to the camp and joyfully reported to Yulian:
  "The gods have shown me how to take the fortress! But let your warriors serve in our ritual!"
  The Roman Emperor gave strict orders:
  - Obey my son as you obey me!
  And the troops, having seen Oleg Rybachenko in action, barked a greeting in response. And the young Tsarevich was busily issuing orders. A ton of sawdust must be mixed with minerals, and then a powerful bomb from ancient times will result. It should be far more effective than gunpowder, and no worse than nitroglycerin. This was truly the idea of a young Terminator. Oleg himself chopped down the forest and ground the logs into shields and sawdust.
  Believing in the will of the gods, the Roman army worked harmoniously, efficiently, and energetically. Sawdust and powerful wooden shields were quickly assembled. However, the Parthians attempted a sortie. Oleg Rybachenko joyfully brandished two swords, and the cavalry struck from behind an ambush. A couple thousand Persians were surrounded. A young knight kicked their leader in the jaw, causing him to lose a ton of teeth. Then his pair of swords began to work as if they were razors. And the Parthians found themselves trapped, surrounded by the most valiant army in the world.
  Yes, many barbarians fought in the Roman army now, but this made it stronger, having absorbed both fresh blood and new combat techniques.
  Oleg Rybachenko was more successful than others at this slaughter. And the boy deliberately splashed into large pools of blood to splatter the Roman warriors. They loved it, as if they were receiving divine grace, strength, and good fortune from the son of Apollo himself.
  Just as many in Rome rejoiced at the return of the old pagan cults, and prayed to Fortuna with great pleasure. Christianity, however, seemed too hostile to life's pleasures and therefore unattractive. Moreover, would there even be a paradise? And has anyone living in the fourth century even seen the resurrected Christ?
  And their gods are simple, understandable, human... And no one put up any serious resistance to the revived cults!
  And now the Rice warriors, even though half of them are not Latins, but barbarians, enthusiastically carry out the orders of the Emperor and his Son and the Son of Apollo.
  Enough sawdust and minerals had already been prepared during the night. Oleg Rybachenko didn't wait until dawn, but ordered the wagon to be moved immediately to the central point of the enemy's defense.
  And the captured Parthian horses, carrying their deadly cargo, raced toward the kings' tower. They were urged on, their pasterns and legs scorched with flaming torches and blows from long whips. And although the Persians opened fire indiscriminately into the night, it was already too late.
  Oleg Rybachenko, in order to amplify his voice, shouted through a huge copper horn:
  - May the name of the Gods be fulfilled! May Jupiter be at our aid!
  The blast was so powerful that it knocked helmets off Romans' heads even a couple of miles away. But the Parthians suffered a thousand times more. The blast threw their main shelters higher, and the walls heaved. Hundreds of Persian soldiers were killed outright, and even more were maimed...
  Oleg Rybachenko, who was also thrown by the blast wave, fell to his knees but immediately jumped up. The young knight barked again:
  - And now to the attack, friends! For the glory of our God Apollo!
  And he rushed forward first, his bare, boyish heels flashing, their blood-caked dust clinging to them. And behind him rushed the entire Roman army, innumerable, at least in the nightmare.
  Oleg was the first to reach the Parthian positions and quickly climbed under the collapsed wall. The young terminator was in a frenzy of excitement. He cut down everyone in sight, though it was already clear the Parthians had lost the ability to put up a real fight. Their fighting spirit had plummeted, and any desire to resist the Romans had evaporated. But still, the slaughter continued, and the real slaughter was underway.
  Oleg Rybachenko, waving his swords and cutting another clearing, sang a whole ballad:
  I am a knight of Rome and the sword...
  The Lord has called me to battle!
  The world suddenly got an executioner,
  And you better praise Svarog!
  
  We decided to revive the great dream,
  That man has become as strong as God!
  And they fell in love with wisdom and beauty,
  Which embodies the impulse of hearts into metal!
  
  No, Caesar was not a pagan,
  He knew no equal in battle...
  And Rome with radiant glory,
  Challenges fear-satan!
  
  All will turn to dust,
  But only the spirit is immortal!
  Let us find strength in words,
  Which we cannot say out loud!
  
  Believe me, a person is not a corpse,
  The best is in him, he always lives...
  The ray of glory has not faded...
  A star of love in the hearts!
  
  And what is blood,
  She gives us life...
  From pain there is love,
  And hold on to it!
  
  Believe that you are not weak,
  And he was strong in soul!
  Let the slave perish in the flesh,
  We can handle the bridle!
  
  When you overcome cowardice,
  And the wild horror will disappear...
  Then you soar above the rooftops,
  Counting the faces of the gods!
  
  Olympus will come and light the fire,
  And there will be radiant light...
  But don't touch the weak hero,
  An ophthalmologist's client...
  
  Who tramples a small worm,
  He himself is worthless in heart!
  And my great passion,
  Two sprigs of pepper under the tail!
  
  In short, Belobog, come,
  I will become Apollo...
  We'll cross out the zeros with a pen,
  Millions are behind us!
  The capital of Parthia had fallen, and the Roman flag now flew over it. Oleg Rybachenko took the key to Asia in his strong hands and approached Emperor Julian. Julian thanked his heir and handed it back to him, saying, "Glory to Apollo."
  Julian builds a new capital. Oleg also began to produce... Here he met Emperor Julian again. The Parthian kingdom, which had caused the Romans so many problems, and Julian, already called the Great, decided to rebuild Babylon.
  The appearance of Oleg Rybachenko, the emperor's adopted son and considered the son of Apollo, was perceived by the Romans as a sign from the gods.
  The Vestals showered rose petals before the boy. Oleg trampled them with his bare feet, proudly thrusting out his chest as he strode along like a triumphant cavalier. The petals tickled his bare heels pleasantly, and it lifted his spirits. Julian shook the boy's hand, calloused from his military labors, saying:
  "Oh, my son! I've ordered a golden statue of you cast from the treasures captured from the Parthians, with emeralds for eyes! Since you're the son of Apollo, you're like the god of beauty and martial arts himself!"
  Oleg Rybachenko answered modestly, crossing his arms over his muscular chest:
  - I am just like a god, being a human!
  Julian nodded to the boy and announced:
  - In your honor and in honor of the beginning of the revival of Babylon, we will organize gladiatorial fights!
  Oleg said sincerely:
  - Less bloodshed! Our gods demand not sacrifice, but courage and bravery!
  Julian agreed with this:
  - So be it! But those Parthians who did not submit must die in gladiatorial combat, so as not to cause further trouble for Rome!
  Rybachenko Jr. responded to this:
  "Let the gods decide their fate! Just don't let women and children participate in this!"
  Julian answered ambiguously:
  - Those who are not dangerous to us will not take part in the dance of death!
  The statue, cast for Oleg Rybachenko, was even taller than life-size, and his emerald eyes glowed. In his hands, the boy-god held two swords with steel blades and ruby-adorned hilts. The sculpted muscles were perfectly faithful to the original.
  Then there was a sumptuous feast, and during the feast, the first gladiatorial fight took place. The combatants were two carefully washed and oiled Parthians. They charged at each other with swords. The larger of the two took several sword blows to the chest and stomach and collapsed on the sand. The fight was brief, and almost all the Romans, dissatisfied with the outcome, nodded their heads in disapproval-"Finish him off!" Oleg refrained. He didn't want to appear either cruel or merciful.
  The Parthian shamelessly stabbed his compatriot to death. That, in fact, was the end of the gladiatorial performance. Only toward the end of the feast, when Julian, like Nero, sang, were warriors called to the lists again. This time, the fight was between two teenagers.
  They fought for quite a long time, inflicting numerous wounds on each other. Finally, completely exhausted, they pierced each other's chests with their swords and froze.
  Oleg Rybachenko remarked with displeasure:
  - You, father, promised that there would be no children in gladiatorial fights!
  Julian responded decisively, slamming his fist on the table:
  - These aren't even children! They're already fourteen!
  This outcome caused some disappointment among the Romans, and they booed the dead combatants.
  CHAPTER No 7.
  Oleg didn't object. He himself didn't consider fourteen-year-olds children. If a boy can already be with a woman, then he's not a child!
  The gladiatorial fights began the next day.
  The Parthians fought each other. They were furious, attacking and stabbing. Much blood and sweat was shed.
  In the very first battle, there were twenty men on each side. Those who came out first wore green loincloths, and those who came out second wore yellow ones. The battle was a back-and-forth affair. The greens prevailed, with only three of them remaining standing, and even those were seriously wounded.
  The second fight turned out to be slightly less bloody than the first.
  This time, there were fifteen men on each side. Some wore orange armbands, others blue. Heavy boots slammed against the sand. The gladiators themselves were half-naked, many hairy, making the spectacle quite barbaric and tense. The orange gladiators seemed to be the stronger, though overall the fight was competitive. Blows were exchanged fiercely, and blood dripped.
  Both sides swayed like waves in a breeze.
  The orange ones proved stronger, with five of them remaining standing. The Romans showed no mercy to the blue ones who fell and were killed.
  The battles raged on a grand scale. For example, there were three lions and five Parthians with blunt swords. It was a bloodbath... This time, luck smiled on the lions; besides, the animals were spared, and the swords given to the captives were short, rusty, and long unsharpened.
  Then the teenagers entered the ring, armed only with daggers. There was so much squealing, screaming, and biting. They were locked in an embrace, stabbing each other with the daggers, butting heads, and kicking. The boys were so enraged that they didn't even care who was on which team. They simply killed each other, maimed each other, and finished each other off on the spot.
  One of them even tore out the other's perfection, causing the latter to die from severe pain shock.
  It's brutal and disgusting, yet bloody and captivating at the same time. You experience a mixture of excitement, pleasure, and disgust as naked, sweaty, bloodied, and cut-up teenagers tear each other apart with weapons and bite each other.
  In ancient times, children were born in large numbers, and a large number of boys participated in gladiatorial combat. They were less valuable commodities and less of a source of pity. Young slaves often fought completely naked, and always barefoot.
  Female gladiators are also almost always barefoot, with the exception of the most famous among them. These girls, to emphasize their higher status, wear elegant sandals.
  Slaves are not allowed to wear shoes at all until they reach adulthood. Only in freezing temperatures are they given rough wooden shoes to prevent the valuable livestock from freezing to death. And if the child is naturally strong and can withstand the snow, it is preferable to leave him without a tunic. To look less like slaves, the children of free Romans, and especially patricians, wear sandals or slippers, and boots in cold weather.
  Oleg Rybachenko, as the son of the god Apollo, was, of course, above such prejudices. But some Parthian captives, looking at the boy in shorts sitting next to the emperor, apparently mistook him for an honorary dermatologist and began whispering.
  Oleg's hearing is very keen, and it's unpleasant to think about you like that. Two half-naked slave girls approached the prince and began to give the boy's bare feet a pleasant massage. It's so nice to be touched by Asian girls. Apparently they were also captured slaves in conquered Parthia.
  Only one of the teenagers remained on his feet, although he, too, could not stand upright due to numerous wounds and was on all fours.
  The next battle was a little more exotic. Four crocodiles against twenty Parthians with sticks. And only one of them had an axe. The alligators rushed at the prisoners, who hit them back with sticks. Some Parthians fled. The crocodile is a very terrifying animal. Its jaws snapped, and the Parthian, bitten through, died in its teeth.
  Another warrior has already lost his legs, another his arms. And the gladiator eats crocodiles with great relish.
  A tall Persian with a hatchet slashed at the alligator. The alligator didn't even react: its skin was so tough. He batted away everything in sight and rushed to devour anyone caught in his fangs.
  A bloody mess appeared and began to spread across the sand and gravel.
  Oleg Rybachenko began to flirt with the slave girls... And then he moved back.
  Pippi Longstocking exclaimed:
  - Now let's help Ivan the Terrible!
  Oleg whistled:
  - Wow! Have you changed your mind? Do you still want to save the empire?
  Margarita slapped her bare, chiseled foot and chirped:
  "Supermen are saving the empire! Although, Ivan the Terrible's reign isn't an empire yet, and it's not quite Russia. But what can I say-an empire is being built, after all!"
  Annika noted:
  "But really, why not call it an empire? Muscovy during the time of Ivan the Terrible was already a large country. Larger than the Austrian or Japanese empires, for example, so it's perfectly possible to call it that!"
  Oleg nodded in agreement:
  - Right! So let's skip the fuss and unnecessary arguments. Will the siege of Reval do?
  Pippi Longstocking objected:
  - Not the best idea! Remember, before the Livonian War, there was the Russian army's march on Vyborg?
  Margarita confirmed:
  - Yes, there was such a skirmish! An episode that not everyone knows about or paid attention to!
  Pippi nodded:
  "Now, let's help Ivan the Terrible take Vyborg! Then Russian troops will have a stronger foothold on the Baltic Sea!"
  Annika giggled and replied:
  - Really? Are you crazy? Vyborg is a Swedish city! And we're Swedes, so you want to give our city to Russia?
  Tommy nodded:
  - Exactly! Ivan the Terrible fought against Sweden! So did Peter the Great! It would have been better to help Charles XII than the Russian Tsar!
  Pippi Longstocking nodded and replied:
  - And I was the one who helped Charles XII, should I tell you?
  The children exclaimed in chorus:
  - You are welcome!
  And the warrior with pigtails began to weave a story.
  Thanks to the intervention of Carlisle and the barefoot girl Pippi Longstocking, the Swedish king survived Norway's destruction, instead capturing it. As a result, Norway joined the kingdom. Carlisle, the eternal boy, and Pippi Longstocking created a hologram of a huge, transparent bird, in the form of a dove with a laurel branch. And Norway surrendered to Charles XII and joyfully accepted his rule.
  However, Sweden, exhausted by the war with Russia, could no longer continue, and a peace treaty was signed. Tsar Peter agreed to formalize the territorial acquisitions as purchases at considerable cost and to supply the Swedes with large quantities of grain annually free of charge.
  The war was over, but Charles XII thirsted for revenge. He gathered and built up his forces. And so, in 1737, when the Russian army was distracted by the war with Turkey, Charles XII's vast army took and besieged Vyborg. The fortress city was well defended and had a strong garrison.
  But this time, Carlson decided to help the Swedish king.
  And so a fat boy with a motor infiltrated the Russian fortress. He did it using an invisibility cloak, and the best protection against dogs is leopard fat.
  And so the boy wizard broke into the gunpowder storehouse and lit the fuse on the barrel. Then he left the basement.
  The fuse burned out, and suddenly there was an explosion. The wall collapsed along with the central radiator, leaving a colossal hole.
  After which, the Swedish army launched an assault. It was swift and fierce. But the Russian army was no longer able to effectively resist. And Vyborg fell. The road to St. Petersburg was open.
  And Charles XII's army laid siege to the Russian capital. Along the way, he was joined by some nobles, disgruntled by the autocracy and hoping that life would be easier and better in Sweden, a more democratic country with a parliament.
  A battle took place in the field. On one side was the Russian army, on the other the Swedish.
  The Russians were commanded personally by Biron, and the Swedes by Charles XII.
  The outcome of the battle was uncertain. The Russians still had the numerical advantage, albeit not by much. But once again, the fat boy from Stockholm, Karleseon, intervened. And once again, his intervention had a negative effect on the Russians. Besides the eternal boy Karleseon, there was also a girl, Gerda, who also wielded magic. She wore a ring on each toe of her bare feet.
  The blonde girl had once defeated the Snow Queen and now wanted to help her Swedish brothers.
  And her bare feet were not afraid of either snow or hot coal.
  And so these child wizards unleashed a wave of terror on the Russian cavalry. And the horses took fright and began to run away. The Cossack and hussar ranks mingled and clashed, stabbing each other with spears and sabers.
  And then the Swedes added grapeshot, and mowed down a ton of Russian infantry.
  The Swedish lancers then entered the fray. Charles XII launched an artificial maneuver, outflanking the Russians and attacking their rear.
  Carleson, waving his magic wands, fired pulsars at the Russian army and sang:
  May Sweden be beautiful,
  The greatest of countries...
  It's simply dangerous to deal with us,
  We are truly hurricane children!
  In some ways, Carleson truly is a child, though he's already several centuries old. And his father is a dwarf, and his mother is a mummy. And he can live for thousands of years in the flesh. And as we know, humans have an immortal soul, which can live forever, unlike the body.
  Even now, thousands of murdered souls are rushing to heaven, where the Almighty God and the saints will judge them.
  And people are dying in large numbers. Charles XII is already getting on in years. Thirty-seven years ago, he routed Peter the Great's numerically superior army at Narva. And now he's doing it again. Only this time, he has the strength of Carleson and Gerda on his side. And these children truly can work miracles.
  And then Pippi Longstocking returned. Also perpetually barefoot, with red hair that sparkled like the flame of the Olympic torch.
  Although these child wizards are bad for Russia. But Gerda is Danish, and Karleson is Swedish, like Pippi, and they can be understood. And why shouldn't Baba Yaga appear on the Russian side? Are we witches or not, are we patriots or not?
  But in this case, somehow, neither a wood goblin, nor a water spirit, nor Baba Yaga, nor a kikimora appeared from the Russian side.
  And the Russian army led by Biron was defeated. And Charles XII captured St. Petersburg. Then Anna Ioannovna moved the capital to Moscow and attempted to continue the war.
  Charles XII, having gathered his forces, began an invasion into the depths of Russia. The situation was exacerbated by the ongoing war with the Ottoman Empire.
  And the Crimean Khan attacked the southern regions of Russia, devastating Tula, Ryazan and Kyiv.
  The Ottoman troops then marched on Astrakhan. This time, they were well prepared and were able to lay siege to the city. They had powerful artillery that reduced houses and walls to dust. Meanwhile, Charles XII approached Moscow. The decisive battle took place near Russia's second capital.
  And then Carleson and Gerda, and with them the Swedish girl Pippi Longstocking, they all rushed at the Russian army in unison. And they started waving their magic wands.
  And then there were Pippi and Gerda-those eternal girls-snapping their bare toes, each wearing a ring with a magical artifact. And a terrible storm arose, blinding the Cossacks and hussars. They turned back and trampled their own infantry underfoot. Now that was truly hellish darkness.
  And Pippi and Gerda hurled artifacts at the enemies, literally piercing them. And then Carlson raised a monstrous storm. And stunned crows began falling into the sky, piercing the heads of Russian soldiers.
  And the girls, with their bare toes, launched fiery pulsars, and sang:
  We are the children of Sweden with the fate of Napoleon,
  Although barefoot even in snow, frost...
  Girls don't care about the cop laws,
  Because Christ brought grace!
  
  I want to tell the hypocrites that you are just nasty,
  You condemn us all in vain...
  We girls are big bullies,
  Even Karabas doesn't scare us!
  
  Each of us is not just a child,
  Or simply put, he really is a superman...
  And Pippi's voice is very clear,
  I know the boy won't have any problems!
  
  We will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  Even though our feet are dirty and bare...
  And our business is the business of creation,
  In the name of our beautiful Sweden!
  
  We children, you know, are not cripples at all,
  And the warriors of the Holy Land...
  Let us glorify our Motherland, believe me, forever,
  In the name of our Swedish family!
  This is the kind of showdown the eternal children staged. And how hard things were for the Russian army soldiers.
  True, this time, the Tsar's army had a pair of wood-goblins on its side. They tried to send animated, walking trees toward the Swedes, waving their branches and roots threateningly.
  But Pippi and Gerda snapped their bare toes, and the trees burst into blue flame. Their leaves literally charred and pollinated. And the terrified trees, tormented and shaking with fear, fell upon the Russian troops. Now that was some fun.
  And the wood-goblins were in trouble. Then Carleson conjured up a large cage. And both bearded creatures found themselves in it.
  They were really pinned down... And the Russian army was under attack from three dangerous children from Scandinavia. It's no wonder they are descendants of Vikings. And when the Swedish lancers appeared in the rear, the outcome of the battle was decided.
  After the defeat on the Field of Mars, Tsarist Russia made peace with Sweden.
  They had to cede all the lands previously conquered by Peter the Great, as well as Novgorod and Pskov, and pay a huge tribute to the Scandinavians.
  What woe to the vanquished?
  But Tsarist Russia managed to recapture Astrakhan from the Turks. A period of peace ensued. Anna Ioannovna was succeeded by Ivan VI, still an infant, and then followed by Elizabeth Petrovna.
  And so she began preparing for a war of revenge against Sweden. Charles XII launched a war in Europe to reclaim his empire's former possessions and even expand them.
  At first, the Swedes, with the help of Carleson, Gerda, and Pippi Longstocking, were successful. But then Charles XII attacked Denmark. Gerda turned against him. Carleson and Pippi also up and ran away. Mighty Britain entered the war against Sweden. And soon after, Prussia, where the great monarch Frederick II reigned. By this time, Charles XII had grown old, decrepit, and no longer quite so brilliant.
  Kazakhstan also joined Tsarist Russia, and it became larger and stronger.
  And a large army began by laying siege to Novgorod. And then Baba Yaga flew in on a mortar. And started showing off all sorts of tricks and gimmicks.
  As soon as he waves his broom, a thousand Swedes will fly into the air at once, and then they will start spinning and turning.
  Baba Yaga just went and growled:
  - But pasaran!
  And then he'd twirl the broom again. And then the kikimora added in, now that was some fun. The year was 1754, and the King of Sweden was in his seventy-second year.
  He didn't have the strength or energy. In short, Russian troops stormed Novgorod with the help of Baba Yaga and the kikimora.
  Pskov found itself cut off; its garrison chose to surrender without a fight.
  After which, Russian troops laid siege to Narva. Meanwhile, in Europe, the Prussians and the British were battling the Swedes. And then the French joined them.
  Alexander Suvorov distinguished himself in the storming of Narva, and that fortress also fell. Tsarist Russia demonstrated its might, and under Elizabeth Petrovna, a revival took place. Russian troops recaptured both Riga and Reval in 1755. Then Vyborg was captured. The war with the Swedes continued. In Europe, the last Swedish stronghold fell in 1757, and they agreed to a shameful peace. The war with Russia raged for some time, until December 1758. Then, finally, Charles XII, who had lived seventy-six years-a considerable age by the standards of the time-died. His grandson concluded a peace, ceding all the territories the Swedes had managed to conquer under Anna Ioannovna, plus a little more.
  And so the war ended. Carleson and Pippi Longstocking never intervened, and thus, one could say, they committed treason. However, the wood-goblins, Baba Yaga, and kikimoras played important roles, and even a water spirit showed up towards the end. And it was great. The only thing was that when the Russian troops tried to march on Stockholm, Pippi Longstocking waved her magic wand and fire-breathing feathers rained down on the Russian ships, burning the Russian squadron.
  After which, Elizabeth Petrovna made a hasty peace. Three years later, she died, and Peter III ascended the throne, but that's another story.
  Oleg and Margarita exclaimed:
  - Hyperquasaric! And Carleson is right here!
  Afterwards, the barefoot team decided to take a break from saving the world and play football! They took the magic carpet and landed on land, choosing a suitable lawn.
  Oleg and Margarita on one side, and Pippi Longstocking, Annika, and Tommy on the other. Although there are certainly not enough kids, and it's not very comfortable to play, it's still a shame.
  The children nevertheless tossed the ball and laughed. It was fun. After all, the body influences the mind, and even when you're old but your flesh is young, you still have fun.
  Oleg remembered one alternative.
  Peter the Great didn't die in 1725; indeed, he enjoyed the health and strength of a hero, despite his bad habits. Continuing to wage war in the south, the great tsar conquered all of Iran and reached the Indian Ocean. There, on its coast, the city of Port began to be built. Then, in 1730, there was a major war with Turkey. It dragged on for five years. But Tsarist Russia conquered Iraq, Kuwait, Asia Minor and the Caucasus, and Crimea and its border towns.
  Peter the Great, as they say, consolidated his position in the south. In 1740, a new war with Turkey erupted. This time, Istanbul fell, and Tsarist Russia conquered the Balkans and reached Egypt. Vast territories came under Tsarist rule.
  In 1745, the tsarist army marched on India and incorporated it into the great empire. Egypt, Ethiopia, and Sudan were also captured. And in 1748, Tsarist Russia captured Sweden and Finland.
  True, the Tsar had grown decrepit-still, he was quite old. And he desperately wanted to find the apple of youth, so he could conquer the world in time. Or the water of life. Or any other potion. Like Genghis Khan, Peter the Great wanted to become immortal. Or rather, Genghis Khan was also mortal, but he sought immortality, though he failed.
  Peter promised the title of duke and a dukedom to the physician, scientist, or sorcerer who could make him immortal. And so the search for the elixir of immortality, or eternal youth, began across the world.
  Of course, there were a whole bunch of charlatans who offered their potions, but they were tested on elderly guinea pigs and, in case of failure, executed.
  But then a boy of about ten came to Peter the Great and secretly entered the palace. He told the tall old man that there was a way to restore his youth. In exchange, Peter the Great would have to renounce his throne and power. He would become a boy of ten and be given the opportunity to live his life anew. Was the Tsar ready for this?
  Peter the Great asked the boy in a hoarse voice:
  - What kind of family will I be in?
  The barefoot boy in shorts replied:
  - None! You'll be a homeless boy, and you'll have to find your own way in life!
  Peter the Great scratched his bald forehead and replied:
  "Yes, you've given me a difficult task. A new life, anew, but at what cost? What if I become a boy for three days to think about it?"
  The boy in shorts replied:
  - No, three days - only three hours for a trial!
  Peter the Great nodded:
  - It's coming! And three hours will be enough to figure it out!
  The boy stamped his bare foot.
  And then Peter felt an extraordinary lightness in his body and jumped up. He was a boy now. True, he was barefoot and in rags, but he was a healthy, cheerful young man.
  And next to him was a familiar, fair-haired boy. He extended his hand. And they found themselves on a rocky road. It was snowing wetly, and Peter was almost naked and barefoot. And it was dreary.
  The boy nodded:
  - Yes, Your Majesty! Such is the fate of a poor boy!
  Petka then asked him:
  - What's your name?
  The boy replied:
  - I'm Oleg, what?
  The former king stated:
  - It's okay! Let's go faster!
  And the boy began to pad along with his bare, rough feet. Besides the cold and dampness, he was also plagued by hunger. It wasn't very comfortable. The boy-king asked with a trembling voice:
  - Where can we spend the night?
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - You'll see!
  And indeed, a village appeared ahead. Oleg had disappeared somewhere. Peter the Great, now a boy, was left completely alone. But he headed for the nearest house. He jumped to the door and pounded on it with his fists.
  The owner's gloomy face appeared:
  - Where do you need to go, degenerate?
  Petka exclaimed:
  - Let me spend the night and give me something to eat!
  The master snatched up a whip and lashed the boy across his nearly naked body. He suddenly began to scream. The master lashed him again, and Peter took off running, his heels glistening.
  But that wasn't enough. They unleashed an enraged dog on him. And how it pounced on the boy.
  Petka ran as fast as he could, but his dog bit him a couple of times and tore off pieces of meat.
  How desperately the boy-tsar screamed in pain and humiliation. How stupid and vile it was.
  And then he crashed head-on into a cart full of manure. A shower of excrement rained down on him, covering him from head to toe. And the manure-slurry stung his wounds.
  Peter screamed:
  - Oh, my God, why is this happening to me!
  And then he came to. Oleg stood next to him; he looked a little older, about twelve years old, and the boy sorcerer asked the king:
  - Well, your majesty, do you agree to this option?
  Peter the Great exclaimed:
  - No! And get out of here before I order your execution!
  Oleg took a few steps, passed through the wall like a ghost and disappeared.
  Peter the Great crossed himself and answered:
  - What a demonic obsession!
  The great Tsar and first Emperor of All Rus' and the Russian Empire died in 1750. He died after living a rather long life, especially for those times when they didn't even know how to measure blood pressure, during a glorious and successful reign. He was succeeded by his grandson, Peter II, but that's another story. His grandson had his own kingdom and wars.
  CHAPTER No 8.
  Darya Rybachenko occasionally went on missions, carrying out orders from the partisans. She kneaded the mud with her bare, tanned feet and continued to write interesting things in her free time:
  Gennady Vasilyevich Davidenya, or simply Genka, a boy of about fourteen, worked barefoot in shorts in the quarries on the strictest level of hell. He'd once been sent here immediately after death. He was an alcoholic, he beat his mother, he was a brawler, and he hardly prayed. True, the Almighty, merciful and compassionate, took into account that Gennady Vasilyevich had been gravely ill and suffering in the last months of his life, and so he reduced his strict regime to twenty years, although it should have been at least fifty. But the grace of the Almighty is infinite.
  But in a general regime prison, there's more entertainment and less work. You can have a haircut instead of being shaved bald, and the food is better and tastier. So, a strict regime prison is like a Stalinist Gulag-style juvenile detention center, while a general regime prison is closer to a European prison.
  The difference is noticeable. And all because Genka got drunk as a pig during the excursion to Paradise. And what's annoying is that his brother Petka is already at the senior level. And there, it's only four hours of work, not hard or dusty, and all three and a half times a week.
  On a strict level, you get one and a half days off a week, and on a more stringent level, you get half a day off. Well, "strengthened" means it's very rare for someone to achieve success. Well, Hitler did, and so did Hirohito. The latter, by the way, escaped retribution during his lifetime and even lived quite a long time-eighty-eight. But Japan, under Emperor Hirohito, went to war before Hitler, back in 1931. And over fourteen years, the Japanese killed no fewer people than the Germans, maybe even more, and surpassed them in cruelty.
  Nevertheless, Emperor Hirohito escaped punishment during his lifetime. He even retained his title and died in comfort, honor, and respect. Even the Japanese consider him a god. But in this case, he was given a heightened punishment, as a war criminal. And the fact that retribution did not come during his lifetime only exacerbated his guilt. So know this: retribution exists. Vengeance is mine-I will repay!
  However, the Lord's Grace extends to pagans and those who do not profess faith in Jesus. So, sooner or later, both Hirohito and Judas Iscariot will be saved and find themselves in Paradise. However, for them, the path to the Kingdom of God will be longer and more painful than for those who have sinned less.
  That's also a purgatory. And Vladimir Putin has also spiraled into a heightened level of Hell. And yet he wanted to live for at least a hundred and fifty, maybe even a thousand years-a sort of Koschei the Deathless! It didn't work out, though. Although, for example, he outlived Stalin. And that, too, is quite an achievement for the ruler of Russia!
  Russia has had so many different kinds of rulers: tsars, leaders, general secretaries, princes, and presidents. And throughout its more than a thousand-year history, they generally lived short lives. Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev, however, remains the longest-serving ruler. Vladimir Putin hasn't been able to surpass him in this regard. God forbid! Otherwise, there would have been a nuclear war. And then all sinners would have paled in comparison!
  But that didn't make Genka feel any better. Even in Hell, there's a choice, for example, between working in heavy, rough convict boots or barefoot. Genka, like most young prisoners, preferred barefoot.
  Ah, the work... It's not so much the physical suffering of a strong, young body-it quickly adapts-as the mental one. It's boring to work, especially when you realize that, given the technological development of the next world, it's useless. But you have to toil.
  Genka tries to think about something else entirely. The Germans were developing the E-25 self-propelled gun. It had armor and armament comparable to the Jagdpanther, with the same seven-hundred-horsepower engine. But the engine and transmission were a single unit, transversely mounted, and there were only two crew members, all of whom were prone. As a result, the vehicle weighed only twenty-six tons instead of forty-five and a half, and was five feet tall.
  It's incredibly difficult to hit, has excellent camouflage, and is highly mobile, fast, and maneuverable. This could have caused significant problems for the Red Army. Fortunately, the Germans didn't manage to put it into production in time, otherwise it would have been a real pain! Just imagine: 100-millimeter frontal armor, steeply sloped, so all shells ricochet, even from an IS-2 tank, and try hitting such a low target.
  The self-propelled gun itself turns quickly, compensating for the lack of a rotating turret. There are various alternatives here.
  And the TA-152 is a very formidable machine. It has six cannons, two of which are 30-millimeter, and a top speed of 760 kilometers per hour. This aircraft can be used as a fighter, attack aircraft, and frontline bomber. In other words, the entire Luftwaffe could essentially be converted to a single aircraft. This offers advantages in terms of supplies, maintenance, and pilot training. Having a single aircraft type is much simpler and easier.
  Boys in shorts and barefoot work. They look about fourteen years old, their skin smooth, clear, tanned, and they're handsome. Apparently, the merciful and compassionate Almighty has enough ugliness on Earth.
  This wretched planet is already a place for all sorts of experiments. And it has such a terrible and terrifying thing as old age. But in Hell and in Heaven, praise be to the Most Merciful and Compassionate, people don't age, and that's awesome and wonderful!
  Gena died at forty, not having had time to age. So he appreciated it, to a certain extent. But in any case, God is love. And the Almighty loved the world and people so much that He granted them immortality. But to prevent people like Gena Davidenya from running amok, getting drunk on free cognac, and breaking branches in heaven, they are first educated and re-educated in Hell-Purgatory. But in a young body, this is easier and simpler, and it really is very similar to a juvenile correctional facility. Especially Stalin's camps, in the southern regions of the USSR.
  The boys even dress similarly-short pants and bare chests-to make sunbathing and working more comfortable. Many even happily go barefoot in Paradise.
  Genka exclaimed:
  - Praise be to the Almighty - the Merciful and the Compassionate!
  And the other boy prisoners joined in chorus:
  - Glory to the Almighty! The Almighty is great!
  After which they continued working. It was quite hard and physically demanding. But for the perfect bodies of muscular teenagers, it wasn't all that excruciating. But mentally, it was a bit boring.
  Genka, pushing the wheelbarrow, is once again lost in the clouds. He'd read a lot of literature in his past life. For example, Hitler had powerful weapons. Specifically, the MP-44 assault rifle, or submachine gun, was the best in World War II. It was even superior to the Kalashnikov, though heavier. But that was because the Germans didn't have enough alloying elements to harden their weapons. That's great.
  True, the assault rifle didn't enter production until the end of the war. Had it been mass-produced at least in 1943, the war might have dragged on. The Jagdpanther, when mass-produced, was also a very good weapon. However, very few were produced. Only 326 of them during the entire war. Yet Hitler ordered production of 150 of these vehicles per month. But the Germans failed. And this also had an impact on the course of the war.
  So the Great Patriotic War lasted less than four years. Partly due to the Führer's fault.
  Who, being an amateur in operational and strategic matters, acted like a dictator, imposing himself even on military plans. This, one might say, was a mistake.
  More accurately, a series of mistakes. Back in December of 1944, Nazi Germany had produced 1,960 tanks and self-propelled guns. With that amount of equipment, it was quite capable of holding the front. The Panzer-4 self-propelled gun, in particular, was produced in enormous quantities. This vehicle has a low silhouette, a Panther cannon, and eighty-millimeter armor sloped at a forty-five-degree angle. And it truly is a very dangerous self-propelled gun, even for the IS-2.
  But she didn't stop the Soviet tanks either. Oh well, why think about the Germans? They're not that interesting. It's more interesting to think about girls, for example.
  In Hell-Purgatory, love between a boy and a girl isn't considered a sin. And rightly so, especially if the couples form stable bonds. But finding a girlfriend on the strict level is much more difficult than on the general level. Of course, girls don't commit crimes and sin as often as the stronger sex. And there are fewer of them on the strict level. It's a different story on the general level, where most people end up. Things are easier with the fair sex there.
  Genka regrets that he slipped up and couldn't resist. Indeed, in heaven there are such bottles, liqueurs, and top-notch drinks-how can you resist? You want to try everything at once! And now he's back at the strict level 0. It's a good thing his body is young and healthy. And glory to the Most High, the Merciful and Compassionate!
  I remember the Baptists taught that there is eternal torment in hell, but this turned out to be a misconception! Just like the idea that the soul of a believer immediately goes to heaven. If you were a good person, a believer, a regular churchgoer, or a prayer house attendant, then a less severe, perhaps even preferential, level of Hell-Purgatory awaits you. But you still need to raise your cultural level before getting to heaven! And you won't get there right away.
  Genka pushed the wheelbarrow to the end. And then the prison boys paused for a short prayer. They kneeled and prayed to the Almighty. Sometimes they also said prayers to Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary! The Virgin Mary is the only person to have entered Heaven without going through Purgatory. Even Enoch and Elijah spent a short time in Purgatory, on a preferential level, as did Moses and the Apostle Paul!
  But you sinful boys, get on your knees and pray-it will be better for you! Every prayer will be counted!
  Genka thought he didn't know his new sentence at the strict level-it hadn't been determined yet. And maybe he'd still be back in the general prison. And Verka would be waiting for him there every week. Such a pretty teenage girl. She'd also liked to drink in her past life!
  This alcohol, how it ruins people! Vodka is white, but it stains the nose and tarnishes the reputation.
  Here Genka remembered the winged aphorisms of one genius, and they rushed through his head:
  Even the Sun has spots, the luminaries have a tarnished reputation, but monochromaticity is a sign of dull intellect!
  God protects those who are careful, and the brave defend what is holy!
  It is better to die young than to start living old!
  Man is almost God - only the crucifixion lasts from birth!
  God promises everything, but only in absentia, invisibly and incomprehensibly!
  War is like a mother-in-law: your head is splitting, your guts are twisting, your bones are aching, but on the other hand, by fighting back you will gain victory as your bride!
  The lightest burden is a heavy wallet!
  The most valuable victory is the one that cannot be shared by everyone!
  The Church is the most reliable bank - or rather, a bank that marinates dreams and impulses!
  Not every day is Shrovetide for the cat, not every day is a chain for the dog!
  From red speeches, those who experience a deficiency of gray matter in their heads with an excess of black thoughts acquire a pale appearance!
  It"s not weak because it looks small, but weak because it"s beyond the mind"s ability!
  Life is not a dog's life, because it is not life, but worse than non-existence!
  A full big spoon tears your mouth, but a small one tears your stomach with a hungry ulcer!
  In general, life without difficulties is like soup without seasoning: too much - it's bitter, none - it doesn't go down the throat!
  Divorce your enemy, but don't divorce your spouse!
  Speed is needed not for catching fleas, but to avoid getting lice from delay!
  He who is quick in speech is slow in action! He who is quick in action is measured in speech!
  Thought leads to collapse faster than anything else in the world if it is not accompanied by creative action!
  Everything in this world is knowable, but nothing is understandable, and in other worlds we understand only fear!
  Death is also an adventure, and one that's unpleasant more in its form than in its results! Although for the sinner, the end is an evil death, a hellish one! And for the righteous, the end is death as a laurel crown!
  In any business, thoroughness is needed, and without foundations, business nonsense is equivalent to idleness!
  War is a bad woman, but capitulation is an even worse one!
  The studied enemy is almost defeated, the unknown will mix the calculation into dough!
  He who does not expect evil guests will not collect bones, but he who does not expect good guests will pick up scraps!
  Not every man can expect to become a king, but every woman is already a queen without calculation!
  In war, as in the sun, men mature and male talents blossom, but those with weak wills dry up to ashes!
  A bishop move usually leads to checkmate...caused by the loss of the one who made it!
  He who does not feel danger in battle will become insensitive to joy in hell!
  Sip vermouth - don't let the hangover wear you off!
  A sharp tongue, unlike spices, dulls the feeling of hunger - like the one who is being fed noodles!
  Without labor, even a river of fish is empty water!
  Any work is respected, except for a monkey dancing in a swamp!
  Big heads don't crush lead bullets, but they mint gold coins!
  Only the dead make no mistakes, and only in the world they managed to leave!
  You can live without a king in your country! But you can't live without a king in your head!
  A truly bright force that makes the eyes of your enemies darken and the hearts of your friends glow with happiness!
  Strength only wins when the enemy is powerless to lose with dignity!
  Death, like a faithful wife, will definitely come, only at the most inopportune moment and certainly to cause annoyance!
  Hell is the other side of heaven, and a coin without two sides is counterfeit - pleasure without pain is not real!
  There will be no water in the desert for those whose thoughts are like a sieve and whose empty words are like a river!
  Wisdom does not need eloquence, but it does need a fine speech when reasonable arguments have run out!
  He who doesn't hurry in the heat won't have to heat his house in the cold!
  In unity there is strength for those who are not powerless, even alone!
  Necessity is the mother of invention, and alcohol spurs ingenuity even more cunningly!
  War is a natural state of man, and death is even more natural, although it is difficult to call it a state!
  You die only once, but immortality requires repeated confirmation!
  The marksman's accuracy will not allow him to dodge the bayonet, but he will mow down the one who is not a bayonet in his agility!
  The best victory is one that is unexpected for the enemy and exceeds your own expectations!
  Only those goats who will never be chieftains tolerate it!
  The power is dark, but it gives off the shine of scarlet blood!
  It glows in the pockets of those with dark souls and black, leaden thoughts!
  The tree of genius sometimes bears bitter fruit to its author, but the medicine that heals human ignorance is never sweet for adults!
  For the strong, even in prison, it is relatively good, but for the weak, even on the throne, it is incomparably bad!
  Without forging a hammer, you can't crack a lock!
  Every volley has its own second!
  Those who stand in the right until the end are the first to reach the finish line!
  Saving on the army is like heating a stove with the wall of your wooden house!
  Slowness is the most precious thing in the world, because it comes at an exorbitant price!
  The most precious thing is that which will be worth even the loss of that which has no price!
  Stupidity is more valuable than wisdom because it costs more!
  The heart of one whose scent is not made of wax truly burns!
  A moment gives victory!
  The topics are different, but the answer is still the same - in the wrong direction!
  You can use your brains, but you shouldn"t throw them away!
  Eternity is long, but we have no time to rest!
  If there is a king in the head, there is no need for a monarch on the throne!
  There are more ways to interpret the Holy Scriptures than there are stars in the universe!
  There are heights that cannot be reached, there are heights that are unattainable, but any lofty barrier can be reached - if you don"t lower your own perception!
  Low thoughts can lift you up, but only like a rope for a hanged man!
  What you don't pay for is worthless, and what's worthless is worth the most!
  Alcohol is the most dangerous killer: it kills the client, maims others, and only the state revels in the lost profits!
  They don't make snowmen from the sand of the Sahara - they don't take Russians prisoner!
  It's easier to build a snowman in hell than to capture a Russian soldier!
  It's easier to build a snowman in hell than to bring a Russian to his knees!
  Enemies are like the tips of nails, the more numerous they are, the easier it is to trample and crush them!
  It is not given to man to comprehend the divine when he himself is a primate in intellect and has the capabilities of a macaque in a cage!
  Only those whose brains are in demand can sell their soul!
  In politics, the brothel is nothing but the venality of love, and the fee goes to the pimp, without any pleasure or affection!
  Politics is a very dirty thing, in which the propaganda machine washes its suits!
  The propaganda machine can wash away everything...except a tainted conscience, because conscience cannot be washed, even if it is wrung out without mercy!
  They twist the arms of those whose brains are askew and whose thoughts are full of twists and turns, and who have no idea how to get out of a bone-breaking situation!
  We should show our talents in business, or you shouldn"t give diamonds to a girl!
  Diamond is a very hard stone, but it is especially cruel to women who cannot afford diamonds!
  Be firm with your husbands if you want to dress up in diamonds!
  All power corrupts, but absolute power corrupts absolutely! From the plebeian turmoil, geniuses are born; from corrupted power, senseless tyranny!
  A plump man may be attractive, but an empty wallet is always disgusting!
  What is the difference between Lukashenko and Putin?
  - Putin took Crimea, and Lukashenko got a loan!
  Nature has no bad weather, only people are always in a bad mood, without grace!
  Power is like a drug, it attracts and sucks in, and unfortunately not only fools!
  Only for those who are low in mind, silence is the highest gold!
  Silence is golden, but only a fool has any value!
  Cruelty cements a nation, gentleness immerses development in cement!
  The mind can solve any problem, a genius can do it so that no problem will arise at all!
  If you want to live, you have to be able to spin around; if you want to survive, you have to be able to wriggle out of it; and if you want to live well, don't spin around, but spin around!
  You can hide behind the fog of ignorance, but you cannot escape!
  War is as sweet as honey, as cloying as molasses, and it makes you sick like moonshine when you have a hangover!
  Silence is golden, only those who are used to keeping silent give gold coins to talkers, without talking!
  There is no absolute emptiness in nature, only human stupidity empties the mind, one hundred percent!
  It's not death that's scary, but the loss of immortality! It's not the flesh that matters, but the soul in the light!
  It's easy to go through life with a head full of knowledge, but an empty head only makes your wallet lighter!
  What's so appealing about atheism: emptiness is the most indulgent mentor, vacuum is the most irresponsible father!
  The atheist, knocking the foundation of faith out from under his feet, does not notice that his throat is in the merciless noose of Divine force majeure!
  The best way to save is to pay a bribe, the best way to squander is to spare money on grease!
  Kvass is good, patriotism is excellent, but kvass patriotism is a bad leaven!
  Beauty requires sacrifice, but its absence requires payment without sacrifice!
  Reality kills, fantasy inspires, and a fairy tale that comes true gives life wings!
  War conquers all ages, but one cannot conquer one's last day if one is defeated without time!
  Getting fat doesn't mean gaining weight!
  It is impossible to become a heavyweight by growing a belly!
  A pioneer is always ready, that's the difference from someone who wants to be cooked up to the level of an oligarch's coolness!
  A wolf in sheep's clothing is not a ram, but a sheep in wolf's clothing can only catch a bagel!
  Humans are characterized by egoism, but superhumans are characterized by altruism at the expense of others!
  There's no such thing as a free lunch, and a discount for catching rat-like people!
  A lion among sheep, like a hog near a trough, only risks choking on his stubborn swinishness!
  Misplaced humanism brings down valor!
  When the aphorisms ended, the rest of the eight hours of occupational therapy at a strict level began again.
  Genka imagined something phasmogorical. Like, there had been no turning point at Stalingrad. That was theoretically possible; the Germans had managed to regroup their forces and strengthen their flanks. During the Rzhev-Sychovsk Offensive, that's exactly what happened. And it didn't go over too well-the Nazis repelled the flanking attacks. Zhukov hadn't been able to achieve success, even though he had far more troops than he had in the Stalingrad sector. So, there might not have been a turning point. It was conceivable that the Germans had managed to cover their flanks, and the Soviet troops hadn't broken through. Moreover, the weather conditions were unfavorable, and there was no way to effectively use air power.
  Thus, the Nazis held out, and the fighting dragged on until the end of December. In January, Soviet troops launched Operation Iskra near Leningrad, but it was also unsuccessful. And in February, they attempted offensives in the south and center. For the third time, the Rzhev-Sychovsk operation failed. Flank attacks near Stalingrad also proved unsuccessful.
  But the Nazis achieved great success in Africa after Rommel's counterattack on American forces. More than 100,000 American soldiers were captured, and Algeria suffered a complete defeat. A shocked Roosevelt proposed a truce; Churchill, unwilling to fight alone, also supported the truce. And the fighting in the West ceased.
  By declaring total war, the Third Reich amassed more forces, especially in tanks. The Nazis acquired Panthers, Tigers, Lions, and Ferdinand self-propelled guns. This power, along with the formidable Focke-Wulf fighter-attack aircraft, the HE-129, and others, was also added to the lineup. And the ME-309, a new, formidable fighter modification with seven firing points, also entered production.
  In short, the Nazis launched an offensive from the south of Stalingrad and advanced along the Volga from early June. As expected, the Soviet troops succumbed to the onslaught of new tanks and experienced German infantry. The Germans broke through the defenses a month later and reached the Caspian Sea and the Volga Delta. The Caucasus was cut off by land. And then Turkey entered the war against the USSR. And the Caucasus, with its oil reserves, could no longer be held.
  The autumn was marked by fierce fighting. The Germans and Turks captured almost the entire Caucasus and began the assault on Baku. In December, the last quarters of the city fell. The Nazis seized large oil reserves, although the wells were destroyed and had yet to be brought back into production. But the USSR also lost its main source of oil and found itself in a difficult situation.
  Winter had arrived. Soviet troops attempted a counterattack, but without success. The Nazis began producing the TA-152, an evolution of the Focke-Wulf, and jet aircraft. They also introduced the Panther-2 and Tiger-2 tanks, more advanced and armed with the 88-millimeter 71EL cannon, unmatched in its overall performance. Both vehicles were quite powerful and fast. The Panther-2 had a 900-horsepower engine, weighing fifty-three tons, while the Tiger-2, weighing sixty-eight tons, had a 1,000-horsepower engine. Thus, despite their hefty weight, the German tanks were quite nimble. The even heavier Maus and Lion tanks never caught on, as they had too many shortcomings. So, in 1944, the Nazis placed their bets on two main tanks, the Panther-2 and Tiger-2, while the USSR, in turn, upgraded the T-34-76 to the T-34-85 and also launched the new IS-2 with a 122-millimeter cannon.
  By summer, a significant number of new aircraft had been produced on both sides. In the Nazi air force, the Ju-288 bomber had arrived, though they had already had one in production in 1943. But the Arado, a jet-powered aircraft that Soviet fighters couldn't even catch, proved more dangerous and advanced. The ME-262 entered production, but it was still imperfect, crashed frequently, and cost five times more than a propeller-driven aircraft. So for now, the ME-309 and TA-152 became the primary fighters, and they tormented the Soviet defenses.
  The Germans also developed the TA-400, a six-engine bomber with defensive armament-a whopping thirteen cannons. It carried over ten tons of bombs, with a range of up to eight thousand kilometers. What a monster-how it began to terrorize both military and civilian Soviet targets in the Urals and beyond.
  In short, in the summer, on June 22nd, a major offensive by the Wehrmacht began both in the center and from the south, in the direction of Saratov.
  In the center, the Germans initially attacked from the Rzhev salient and the north, along converging axes. And here, large masses of heavy but mobile tanks broke through the Soviet defenses. In the south, the Germans quickly broke through Soviet positions and reached Saratov. But the fighting dragged on. Thanks to the resilience of the Soviet troops and numerous fortified structures, the Nazis were unable to take Saratov outright, and the fighting dragged on. And in the center, although Soviet troops were encircled, the Nazis advanced extremely slowly. True, Saratov fell in September... But the fighting continued. The Germans reached Samara, but there they stumbled. And in late autumn, the Nazis approached the Mozhaisk defensive line, but there they stopped. Nevertheless, Moscow became a frontline city. The Nazis acquired more and more jet aircraft, especially bombers. The "Lion-2" tank also appeared. This was the first German tank design to feature a transversely mounted engine and transmission, with the turret offset to the rear. As a result, the hull's silhouette was lower, and the turret was narrower. As a result, the vehicle's weight was reduced from ninety to sixty tons, while maintaining the same armor thickness-one hundred millimeters on the sides, one hundred and fifty millimeters on the sloped hull front, and two hundred and forty millimeters on the turret front with gun mantlet.
  This tank, more maneuverable while maintaining excellent armor and further increasing its effective depression angle, was terrifying. The USSR developed the Yak-3, but due to the lack of Lend-Lease supplies, it and the LA-7, a machine that had at least slightly increased speed and altitude, were never mass-produced. Even the propeller-driven Ju-288 and the later Ju-488 couldn't catch up with the Yak-3. But the LA-7 was still no match for jet aircraft.
  The Germans remained quiet throughout the winter, waiting for spring. They had the E-series approaching, and they were optimistic about ending the war sooner next year. But the Soviet troops launched an offensive on January 20, 1945, in the center. And the fighting was fierce.
  CHAPTER No 9.
  The Germans repelled the attacks and launched a counterattack of their own. As a result, their troops broke through and engaged in fighting in Tula. The situation escalated. But the Nazis still didn't dare launch a large-scale offensive that winter. A lull ensued. However, in March, fighting erupted in Kazakhstan. The Nazis managed to take Uralsk and approached Orenburg. And in mid-April, an offensive on Moscow's flanks began.
  The USSR acquired the SU-100 as a means of combating Hitler's growing number of tanks. And in May, the IS-3 was scheduled to enter production. Jet aircraft were in short supply.
  Within a month, the Nazis advanced along the flanks and took Tula, and then cut off Moscow from the north. But the Soviet troops fought heroically, and the Germans were slowed down somewhat.
  Then, at the end of May, the Nazis struck further north, capturing Tikhvin and Volkhov, encircling Leningrad. In the south, the Nazis finally captured Kuibyshev, formerly Samara, and began advancing up the Volga, aiming to envelop Moscow from the rear. Orenburg was also encircled. The Nazis also acquired their first tanks-the Panther-3 and Tiger-3 from the E series. The Panther-3, an E-50, was not yet a particularly advanced vehicle. It weighed sixty-three tons, but had an engine capable of producing up to 1,200 horsepower. Its armor thickness was roughly the same as that of the Tiger-2, but the turret was smaller and narrower, and the gun was more powerful: an 88-millimeter, 100EL-long caliber gun, requiring a larger gun mantlet to balance the barrel. So the turret's frontal armor is protected to a depth of 285 millimeters. It's also better protected due to its steeper slope. The chassis is lighter, easier to repair, and doesn't get clogged with mud.
  It's not a perfect vehicle yet, as the layout hasn't been completely changed, but the Nazis are already working on it. So, a bad start is a bad start. The Tiger-3 is an E-75. It's also a bit heavy, at ninety-three tons. It's well protected, though: the turret's front is 252 mm thick, and the sides are 160 mm. And the 128 mm 55EL gun is a powerful weapon. The front is 200 mm thick, the lower is 150 mm, and the sides are 120 mm-the hull is sloped. Plus, you can attach additional 50 mm plates to them, bringing the total to 170 mm. In other words, this tank, unlike the Panther-3, whose side armor is only 82 mm, is well protected from all angles. But the engine is the same-1,200 horsepower at full boost-and the vehicle is slower and breaks down more often. The Tiger-3 is a significantly larger Tiger-2, with improved armament and especially side armor, but slightly reduced performance.
  Both German tanks have just entered production. The USSR's most widely produced tank, the T-34-85, is still in development. The IS-2, which could give the Germans a run for their money, is also in production. The IS-3 has entered production. It has much better protection on the turret and front, as well as the lower hull. But the tank is three tons heavier, with the same engine and transmission, and breaks down more often, and its driving performance is even worse than that of the already poor IS-2. Furthermore, the new tank is more complex to manufacture, so it is produced in small quantities, and the IS-2 is still in production.
  So, the Germans are ahead in tanks. But in aviation, the USSR is generally lagging behind. The Nazis developed a new modification of the ME-262X with swept wings, a higher speed of up to 1,100 kilometers per hour, and five cannons, and, of course, it's more reliable and crash-prone. And the ME-163, which can fly for twenty minutes instead of six. The newest development, the Ju-287, also appeared in the second half of 1945. And the TA-400 with jet engines. They really took on the USSR in earnest.
  In August, the offensive resumed. By mid-October, Moscow found itself completely encircled. The corridor to the west was no more than a hundred kilometers long and was almost completely exposed to long-range artillery fire. Fighting also erupted for Ulyanovsk, which Soviet troops attempted to defend at all costs. The Germans took Orenburg and now, having advanced along the Uralsk River, reached Ufa, and from there, the Urals were not far away.
  In the north, the Nazis also managed to take Murmansk and all of Karelia, and Sweden also entered the war on the side of the Third Reich. This greatly exacerbated the situation. The Nazis had already surrounded Arkhangelsk, where fierce fighting was underway. Leningrad held out for now, but under a complete siege, it was doomed.
  In November, Soviet troops attempted to counterattack on the flanks and expand the corridor to Moscow, but were unsuccessful. Ulyanovsk fell in December.
  1946 arrived. Until May, there was a lull, as both sides gathered their strength. The Nazis acquired the Panther-4 tank, which featured a new layout-the engine and transmission were integrated into a single unit, with the gearbox on the engine and one fewer crew member. The new vehicle now weighed forty-eight tons, with an engine producing up to 1,200 horsepower, and was smaller in size and lower in profile.
  Its speed increased to seventy kilometers per hour, and it practically stopped breaking down. And the Tiger-4, with a new layout, reduced its weight by twenty tons, also began to move better.
  Well, the Germans launched a new offensive in May. They added jet aircraft, both in quality and quantity, and a larger fleet of aircraft. And a new jet bomber appeared, the B-28, a fuselage-less, very powerful "flying wing" design. And they began to pound the Soviet troops thoroughly.
  After two months of fierce fighting, having committed more than one hundred and fifty divisions to the battle, the encirclement was sealed. Moscow found itself completely surrounded. Fierce battles erupted for its safety. And in August, the Nazis took Ryazan and encircled Kazan. Ufa also fell, and the Germans captured Tashkent. In short, things became very tight. And the Red Army was under severe pressure. Hitler demanded an immediate end to the war.
  Moreover, the US now has an atomic bomb, and that's serious. The Germans finally took Leningrad in September. And Lenin's city fell.
  And in October, Kazan fell and the city of Gorky was surrounded. The situation was extremely dire. Stalin wanted to negotiate with the Germans. But Hitler wanted an unconditional surrender.
  In November, fierce fighting raged in Moscow. And in December, the capital of the USSR fell, and with it, the city of Gorky.
  Stalin was in Novosibirsk. Thus, the USSR lost almost its entire European territory. But it continued to fight. 1947 arrived. The winter was quiet until May. In May, the USSR finally acquired the T-54 tank, and the Germans acquired the Panther-5. The new German tank was well protected both frontally and on the sides, with 170-millimeter armor. It was equipped with a 1,500-horsepower gas turbine engine. And despite its increased weight to seventy tons, the tank remained quite agile.
  And its armament was upgraded: a 105-millimeter cannon with a 100-liter barrel. Such a new breakthrough vehicle. And the Tiger-5, an even heavier vehicle at 100 tons, had 300-millimeter frontal armor and 200-millimeter side armor. And the cannon was more powerful: 150-millimeter with a 63-liter barrel. Such a powerful vehicle. And a new gas turbine engine with 1,800 horsepower.
  These are the two main tanks. Then there's the "Royal Lion," whose main difference is its gun, which has a shorter barrel but a larger caliber of 210 mm.
  Well, a new fighter has appeared, the ME-362, a very powerful machine with even more powerful armament - seven aircraft cannons and a speed of one thousand three hundred and fifty kilometers per hour.
  And so, in May of 1947, the German offensive into the Urals began. The Nazis fought their way into Sverdlovsk and Chelyabinsk, and to the north, Vologda. And they continued to advance. Over the summer, the Germans occupied the entire Urals. But the Red Army continued to fight. They even acquired a new tank, the IS-4, which was simpler in design than the IS-3, better protected on the sides, and weighed sixty tons.
  The Germans continued to advance beyond the Urals. Communication lines were greatly extended. The Nazis also advanced in Central Asia. They took Ashgabat, Dushanbe, and Bishkek, and in September they reached Alma-Ata and began storming that city. The Red Army fought desperately. And the battles were very bloody.
  October arrived. The rains poured. Or the front line quieted down. Negotiations were quietly underway. Hitler still wanted to take over the entire USSR. And he denied negotiations. But from November until the end of April, there was a lull. And then, at the end of April, 1948, the Nazis began their offensive again. And they were already advancing, breaking the Soviet order. But, for example, even in these difficult conditions, the USSR managed to assemble two IS-7 tanks with a 130-millimeter gun, a barrel length of 60 EL, weighing 68 tons, and a diesel engine producing 1,80 horsepower. And this tank could fight the German Panther-5, which is quite serious. But there were only two of them; what could they do?
  The Nazis advanced, first taking Tyumen, then Omsk, and Akmola. By August, they had reached Novosibirsk. The Soviet troops were no longer numerous, and their morale had plummeted. Novosibirsk held out for two weeks. Then Barnaul and Stalysk fell.
  The USSR was lucky that the Western allies finished off Japan and didn't have to fight on two fronts. The Nazis managed to capture Kemerovo, Krasnoyarsk, and Irkutsk by the end of October. Then the Siberian frosts hit, and the Nazis stopped at Lake Baikal. Another operational pause ensued until May.
  During this time, the Nazis developed the Panther-6. This vehicle was slightly lighter than the previous model, at sixty-five tons, thanks to compacted components, and had a more powerful, eighteen-hundred-horsepower engine, improving handling, and slightly more rationally sloped armor. The Tiger-6, meanwhile, weighed seven tons less, had a two-thousand-horsepower gas turbine engine, and had a slightly lower profile.
  These tanks are quite good, and the USSR has no countermeasures. The T-54 never replaced the T-34-85, which was still in production at factories in Khabarovsk and Vladivostok. However, this tank is powerless against German vehicles.
  The Germans also had lighter vehicles in the E series-the E-10, E-25, and even the E-5. However, Hitler was lukewarm towards these vehicles, especially since they were primarily self-propelled guns. If they were produced at all, it was as reconnaissance vehicles, and the E-5 self-propelled gun was also produced in an amphibious version. In reality, by the end of the war, the Third Reich produced more self-propelled guns than tanks, and the E series could only be mass-produced in a light, self-propelled version.
  But for a number of reasons, the self-propelled guns were put on hold at the time. Hitler deemed the E-10 self-propelled gun too weakly armored. And when the armor was reinforced, the vehicle's weight increased from ten tons to fifteen sixteen.
  Hitler then ordered a more powerful engine, not 400, but 550 horsepower. But this delayed development until the end of 1944. And under bombardment and a shortage of raw materials, it was too late to develop a vehicle with a fundamentally new layout. The same thing happened with the E-25 self-propelled gun. Initially, they wanted to make it simpler-a Panther-style cannon, a low-profile design, and a 400-horsepower engine. But Hitler ordered the armament upgraded to an 88-millimeter cannon in the 71 EL, which led to delays in development. Then the Führer ordered the turret to be equipped with a 20-millimeter cannon, and then a 30-millimeter cannon. All this took a long time, and only a few of these vehicles were produced, which were caught in the Soviet offensive.
  Several E-5s armed with machine guns were present in the battles over Berlin. In an alternate history, these self-propelled guns also never became widespread, despite the time available.
  The Maus didn't catch on due to its weight and frequent breakdowns. And the E-100 wasn't widely produced, partly due to the difficulties of transporting it by rail. And in the USSR, long distances meant tanks needed to be transported with skill.
  In any case, in 1949, the offensive of Hitler's troops began in May in the Far East, in the Transbail Steppe.
  The USSR produced the last two new SPG-203 vehicles, only five of which were equipped with a 203-mm anti-tank gun, capable of penetrating even a Tiger-6 from the front. The IS-11 tank, with its 152-caliber gun and 70 EL-long barrel, was also capable of defeating the Nazi behemoths.
  But that was the last straw. The Nazis first took Verkhneudinsk, and then Chita, where they were met by these new Soviet self-propelled guns. Yakutsk was also captured.
  There were no major cities between Chita and Khabarovsk, and the Germans moved practically in marches during the summer. The distance was vast. Then came the battle for Khabarovsk, a city with an underground tank factory. Until the very last moment, they continued to produce tanks, including the T-54 and IS-4, which fought to the bitter end. After the fall of Khabarovsk, some Nazi troops turned to Magadan, while others turned to Vladivostok. This city on the Pacific Ocean had strong forts and resisted desperately until the end of September. And in mid-October, the last major settlement in the USSR, Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsk, was captured. The very last city captured by the Nazis was Anadyr, which was captured on November 7, the anniversary of the Munich Putsch.
  Hitler declared victory in World War II. But Stalin is still alive and hasn't even considered surrendering, ready to resist to the bitter end, hiding in the Siberian forests. And there are plenty of bunkers and underground shelters there.
  So Koba tries to wage guerrilla warfare. But the Nazis are looking for him and pressuring the local population. And they're looking for others, too. In March 1950, Nikolai Voznesensky was killed, and in November, Molotov. Stalin is very much in hiding somewhere.
  Partisans mostly fight in small groups, commit sabotage, and carry out stealthy attacks. There is also underground work.
  The Nazis were also developing technology. At the end of 1951, they developed the ME-462, a very capable fighter-attack aircraft with jet engines and a speed of 2,200 kilometers per hour. A powerful machine.
  And in 1952, the Panther-7 appeared; it had a special high-pressure gun, active armor, a two-thousand-horsepower gas turbine engine, and a vehicle weight of fifty tons.
  This tank was better armed and protected than the Panther-6. And the Tiger-7, with a 2,500-horsepower engine and a 120-millimeter high-pressure gun, weighed sixty-five tons. The German vehicles proved to be quite agile and powerful.
  But then Stalin died in March 1953. And then Beria was eliminated in a targeted strike in August.
  Beria's successor, Malenkov, seeing the hopelessness of further guerrilla warfare, offered the Germans a treaty and his own honorable surrender in exchange for his life and amnesty. Then, in May 1954, the date for the end of the guerrilla war and the Great Patriotic War was finally signed. Thus, another page of history was turned. Hitler ruled until 1964 and died in August at the age of seventy-five. Before that, the astronauts of the Third Reich had managed to fly to the moon ahead of the Americans. And so, for now, history ended.
  The workday for the seemingly youthful prisoners of Hell was over. The boys first prayed and then headed for the shower. As the saying goes, clean and not offended.
  Genka happily exposed his sinewy body to the slightly warm stream of the shower. He really wanted to be somewhere by the sea. And plunge into waters as warm as steaming milk. Everything would be so wonderful.
  After the shower, the boys had a modest dinner, but enough to keep them going and satisfy their hunger. Afterward, they had some free time to indulge in various activities.
  Genka preferred computer games. Of course, they wouldn't let him play war games. He could, for example, play hockey, which Gennady loved on the Dendy in his past life. He could build cities and temples. And even historical strategy games. War, to a limited extent, might even be an option-though a quick decision, where the computer would determine the winner based on the number of troops.
  In the easier levels of Hell-Purgatory, some types of combat are allowed. And watching movies is possible, with certain restrictions. But there's a huge selection of children's films and cartoons, including sci-fi.
  Genka decided to play hockey on the computer. He wasn't much of a reader, especially in a technocratic world.
  However, while automatically pressing the buttons, the boy was still thinking.
  What would have happened if Hitler had won World War II?
  There was a TV series called "The Man in the Black Castle." It was a dystopia. But it's hard to say what it would actually be. When Hitler spoke of the future, it seemed to work out quite well. The Führer wasn't planning to build Hell, but dreamed of Eden. So, we can only guess.
  Another boy prisoner suggested:
  - Let's play hockey with each other!
  Genka nodded:
  - That's a good idea!
  The prison boys started playing. Genka thought playing hockey in Hell would be cool. Not like the Baptists who portray Hell as a pit full of fire. In reality, they educate people here. The Catholics, in this case, were much more progressive.
  But now the time for fun is over and the boys go back to their cells, after saying a prayer, washing their hands and brushing their teeth.
  How to get used to discipline in Hell-Purgatory.
  Then comes sleep, preceded by night prayers, and the naked boys lie down on the bunks, with a mattress. No sleeping on bare boards like on the reinforced level. And almost immediately they fall asleep.
  And Genka dreams...
  Genka was thrown to the surface as if by a wave. The boy looked around in confusion. It was as if this was the same city, but not the same. The modern buildings had disappeared, and in their place stood enormous, towering Gothic-style houses, only painted with flowers, ornaments, and flourishes.
  The street was pulling, and even drawing Gennady along. The city around it was transformed. It had become different. There were so many fountains. Moreover, fountains made of statues covered in gold leaf and pebbles. And the jets of water soared hundreds of meters into the sky.
  Genka was surprised by this: according to the laws of physics, a fountain jet can't rise more than ten meters. So, the water must be pushed by a powerful pump. And what kind of statues are there? There are some that resemble people, girls, and mythical animals.
  But Genka didn"t have time to take a proper look.
  A youth appeared before him on a winged beast. Its shape was that of a camel, its head that of a fox, and its wings that glittered and multicolored as a butterfly. He wore a helmet and looked very handsome, but his painted face and attire were strangely outlandish: like a clown in a luxurious circus. On his chest hung a gold chain with a large emerald core.
  The young man said sternly:
  - Whose slave will you be?
  Genka was surprised:
  - A slave? I'm not a slave!
  The young man snapped his fingers and a sophisticated pistol, studded with levers and buttons, appeared in his hand. His voice grew stern:
  - Don't lie! You're a human, which means you're a slave! And a low-level one at that, wearing just your swimming trunks!
  Suddenly, another winged creature appeared, like a rhinoceros in a diamond shell. A beautiful girl, also with a horribly painted face and covered in jewels like a jeweler, sat on it.
  She winked at the young man and replied:
  - It's a slave! And most likely a runaway - he doesn't have a collar!
  The young man nodded:
  - Let's hand him over to the police so they can find the owner and punish him severely for daring to remove the slave's collar!
  The young man aimed the pistol at Genka and pressed the button. The prisoner suddenly leaped to the side. And a wave of green light passed by, splashing into the moving surface. Genka flew two hundred meters and caught on a Gothic ledge, his bare feet bouncing.
  Wow! Flashed through the boy's mind: it works! Now he's not a child, but a superman!
  The young man seemed surprised too:
  - Wow! What a jump!
  The girl whistled:
  - He has nanobots in his body!
  And it fired too... Genka sensed a finger pressing the button of a sophisticated pistol, or most likely a multi-functional blaster. The boy prodigy jumped back with great agility. His reaction time also improved due to the wide-ranging wave.
  Apparently, he had been hit with a stun gun. The wave didn't destroy the gilded and gem-encrusted designs. Only an additional luminescence appeared around them for a few seconds.
  Genka jumped like a grasshopper when the girl fired at him again. And again, he dodged the paralyzing beam. The boy nearly collided with the girl, who was hurtling through the air on her board.
  The girl was without a helmet, and Genka noticed that her ears weren't quite human. They were pointed at the top, like a squirrel's. Otherwise, she looked just like a human, except for her face, which was painted, and she had jewelry hanging from it. And she had earrings made of stones on her ears.
  The girl pulled out a pistol and squeaked:
  - Performance - quasar!
  The young man remarked with annoyance:
  - We'll have to call the police!
  The girl objected:
  - Wait! I'll try to talk to him!
  And the beauty shouted to Leshka:
  - Slave boy, we won't touch you! Come down to us!
  The young genius doubted:
  - And who can you trust in our time?
  The young man answered harshly:
  - Lying, and to a slave at that! That's anti-pulsar!
  Genka caught the hint of sincerity and jumped down. He had to move his legs to stay in place, though.
  The girl smiled and remarked:
  - You look a bit pale! You're probably not from around here!
  Genka answered honestly:
  - I... feel like I'm in the wrong time, or...
  The boy glanced at the sky. Maybe that was Earth... Indeed, there was no Sun, only a blue triangle and an orange hexagon glowed. But it was warm, like Africa.
  The girl smiled:
  - Can a slave really travel naked, and even half naked?
  Genka whistled and said:
  - Maybe I'm just sunbathing! Or did I lose my clothes while moving?
  The young man frowned and remarked:
  - And the collar too?
  Genka declared angrily:
  - I have never worn a collar, I am not a dog!
  The young man said sternly:
  - Worse! You're a human! And humans are slaves, and quite dangerous ones at that! You're lucky the Empire's humane laws forbid you from being lobotomized!
  Genka logically noted:
  - People are different! What planet is this?
  The girl replied:
  - AB 13833! Or the one that was your Earth!
  Genka was surprised:
  - Why are the stars a different color and where is the Sun?
  The girl laughed and replied:
  - It's so dark! The sun is illuminating the planet on the other side! So don't be shy, kid!
  Genka was surprised again:
  - And how do you know Russian?
  The girl answered with a laugh:
  "It's magic! We learn languages with spells! More precisely, technomagic. And you, judging by everything, have only just begun to transform into an adult... But then, you humans are an ungrateful race!"
  Genka was genuinely surprised:
  - And what should we be grateful for?
  The girl answered honestly:
  - Because we saved you from old age, illness, and a painful death! You men don't even have beards! And you're sulking!
  Genka nodded in agreement:
  - Thank you for getting rid of old age!
  The young man answered sternly:
  "But you're slaves and you should know your place! Right now, we'll send you to the police. There, either to the mines or execution for escaping!"
  The girl wagged her finger:
  - Now don't be so strict! Come on, boy, I'll make you my servant. Just the kind I need, fast and strong! I have a spare collar, and I'll put it on you! Many people remain boys forever, and wear swimming trunks. We don't need big servants! You'll eat the same as us, and in your free time, you'll play our games!
  Genka smiled and asked:
  - Do I have a choice?
  The young man answered sternly:
  - There's no choice, animal! Put the collar on, the police are coming!
  Indeed, several flying discs appeared. Beautiful girls and young men in uniforms jumped out from around the corners. Davidenya, in fact, noticed the girls more than anyone else.
  He won't do anything. All that's left is to kneel and bow his head.
  The beauty threw a beautiful collar around his neck, which turned red on its own and locked itself around his neck.
  The policewoman smiled and asked:
  - What's the problem!
  CHAPTER No 10.
  Hitler the boy is undergoing correctional work again in a juvenile correctional facility. This was another test of his inclination to do good.
  There he was, walking down the forest path in shorts, looking about twelve years old. Picking mushrooms and berries in a basket. A fair-haired child with the soul of a great villain. Although the Führer had already been born again and was a different man.
  The boy Adik sang:
  Jesus was Almighty,
  And he ruled the universe...
  To give salvation to those who are,
  He took on a human form!
  
  They crucified God on the cross,
  Jesus prayed to the Father...
  So that he doesn"t judge us harshly,
  He forgave us our sin completely!
  
  Mercy is boundless,
  God sent his Son to death...
  With grace, excellent,
  We will never die!
  
  For the sins of cruel people,
  Jesus went to the cross...
  Mother of God, bright eyes,
  And the Most High God is risen!
  
  The greatest God of the universe,
  He created the whole human race...
  With its unchanging strength,
  Every person is a hero!
  
  The best friend to all adults, children,
  Jesus most holy God...
  For the sake of peace on the planet,
  The Almighty will blow the horn!
  
  Don't surrender to the devil, people,
  Do not lead yourself into sin...
  Satan will pull you into the noose,
  But let's celebrate success!
  
  That's when all the people are cool,
  They will all turn towards the light at once...
  The sail will be tightly inflated,
  And the unclean one right in the eye!
  The boy-Führer suddenly saw a girl. She was carrying a bouquet of flowers, like wildflowers. She approached the boy and said:
  "We need to deal with Baba Yaga. She's stealing children. And worst of all, she's feeding them to the Serpent Gorynych. This lawlessness must end!"
  The boy-Fuhrer whistled:
  - Wow! But that's cruel!
  The girl confirmed:
  - Of course! But you're just a child, and you can't handle this powerful witch!
  Hitler-kid answered confidently:
  - I think I can handle it with God's power!
  The girl giggled and replied:
  "Trust in God, but don't be lazy! To fight Baba Yaga, you need to get a special sword, the Kladenets. It will help you defeat her!"
  The boy-Fuhrer asked with a smile:
  - Where can I get this sword?
  The girl answered with a smile:
  "You must go to the wisest owl! She will show you the way to the sword. But boy, she will ask you questions!"
  Hitler-boy asked with a smile:
  - And what questions?
  The girl stamped her bare, small, tanned foot and replied:
  - Well, for example, the question: how many stars are there in the sky?
  The boy-Fuhrer gave a sweet greeting and replied:
  "In principle, you could count all the stars in the universe. But the Supreme Creator constantly creates new luminaries and worlds, and races emerge. So here..."
  The girl grinned and remarked:
  "This is a question about your sense of humor! It's not a question about the right answer, but a humorous and witty one! Think about it, boy. You might be a child prodigy, right?"
  Hitler-kid chuckled and replied:
  - I can say I'm a wunder, but not quite a kid!
  The girl laughed and remarked:
  - But you are not an ordinary boy, I can see it!
  The young Fuhrer nodded:
  - Perhaps, but it would be better for the whole world if I were simple!
  The girl picked a wildflower with her bare toes and asked Hitler:
  - So you still haven"t answered the question: how many stars are there in the sky?
  The boy-Fuhrer just blurted out:
  - There are as many stars in the sky as drops in the sea!
  The girl squeaked:
  - Prove it!
  Hitler nodded and replied:
  - Let's count every star, and at the same time, let's drop drops from the sea. And see which one is bigger!
  The young beauty laughed and kissed the boy-Fuhrer on the cheek, answering:
  - You're smart! And a quick-witted child!
  Hitler-kid grinned:
  - What, am I a child? You can think you're not a child!
  The girl answered with a smile:
  - Only on the outside! Right? And you're probably not a boy either?
  The young Fuhrer replied:
  - I am very glad that by the infinite Grace of the Almighty God I received such a good new body!
  The young beauty nodded and sang:
  Although a body without a soul is not a body,
  But how weak is the soul without a body!
  Hitler the kid sang with enthusiasm:
  The Lord Almighty has enlightened,
  How to Find Peace in Christ...
  I felt the lowest of sinners,
  That Christ is my savior!
  The boy-Führer and the girl-time traveler bumped fists. Their overall mood could be described as quite upbeat. And they set off to see the wise owl. They slapped their bare, childish feet and sang:
  It's fun to walk together,
  Across the vast expanses, across the vast expanses...
  And of course it"s better to sing in chorus,
  Better in chorus, better in chorus!
  
  The Great God gave us a bright Earth,
  And he left us his noticeable will...
  Jesus shed His precious blood for us,
  And the Almighty gave us the entire Universe!
  
  It's fun to walk together through the open spaces,
  Across the vast expanses, across the vast expanses...
  And of course it"s better to sing in chorus,
  Better in chorus, better in chorus!
  
  On the cross there was a terrible list destroyed,
  To become better, the Holy Spirit will come as an assistant!
  We will live in paradise, we will have a lot of fun,
  And there will be a song in Glory to Jesus!
  
  Let's walk together joyfully, with God's strength,
  With God's power, with God's power!
  Jesus will raise us from the grave,
  From the grave! From the grave!
  
  That the soul found new flesh in Paradise,
  The whole world must work together in the Lord's harvest...
  You strive for perfection, the brightest again,
  And with love pray to Christ hotter than the sun!
  
  It's fun to walk with Jesus together,
  With Jesus! With Jesus!
  To break ties with the sinful world, and it"s not sad,
  And it's not sad! And it's not sad!
  There they found themselves in a field filled with bright, scarlet poppies, and a sweet aroma emanated from them.
  The girl squeaked:
  - Let's run faster before their smell puts us to sleep!
  And the children's bare, pink heels sparkled. Hitler thought it was silly to be afraid of certain scents, but then he remembered reading the fairy tale "The Wizard of the Emerald City," where such flowers nearly killed a lion. Yes, that's dangerous.
  Even as he ran, the boy-Führer's head began to spin from the sweet aroma of poppies, but he forced himself to keep running, even though his bare, childish feet wobbled. The girl, too, was swaying, and her face had turned crimson with exertion. But the line of poppies ended, their sweet, intoxicating scent fading. The children slowed, sat down on the stones, and began breathing heavily. They needed to catch their breath after such a sprint.
  Hitler exclaimed:
  - Sleep in Hell... Or die in Hell!
  The girl answered with a smile:
  "To get to Hell, you have to die! But Hell isn't a place of punishment, it's a place of education! So the path to a new life opens through the underworld!"
  The children stood up and continued walking. The mood was good. Hitler began singing again:
  How wonderful Jesus Christ is
  He is the Creator, the great Creator...
  So that a person grows in his soul,
  The Creator has worked hard on people!
  
  He went to the cross in the name of all people,
  So that Paradise may reign throughout the universe...
  And the villain will be cast into the abyss of Hell,
  By the power of God in the battle unchanging!
  
  The Almighty loves us all with His heart,
  Wants happiness for people without measure...
  So let's show our spiritual class,
  For the sake of happiness, the spirit is born instantly!
  
  Glory to God, who art in heaven,
  Creates a world covered in diamonds...
  I've only seen this in my dreams,
  And with all the human talents in love!
  
  God has lit the light of glory in our hearts,
  And the fire of dreams burns in the soul...
  The feat of the Supreme God is praised,
  Only he knows all our troubles!
  
  My thoughts are in my heart to Jesus,
  And Mary, the Mother of Christ, is holy...
  Do not give in to temptation, man,
  So that the enemy Satan does not control!
  
  And the love of Jesus is boundless,
  From water God created wine...
  And he forgave those who harmed him personally,
  Turning hatred into good!
  
  So get on your knees people,
  Bow down to the ground before God...
  And wound yourself in the soul with a sword,
  For the sake of the Lord's strong family!
  
  After death, God is waiting for you,
  It will give you flesh again, life, believe me...
  The whole universe is ablaze with love,
  The evil demon will be destroyed!
  
  But we kneel before God,
  Let us always be faithful to Christ...
  May the Almighty rule for many generations,
  Every tear will be wiped away!
  
  The grace of Christ, his calls,
  Engraved in our hearts forever...
  And the beautiful impulse of the soul,
  Glory, wisdom, happiness and success!
  
  Life on earth is hard, of course,
  But the Lord will ease our pain...
  Let us be humane to each other,
  Let us accept, in our souls, peace and love!
  Finally, the legendary oak tree where the wise owl sat appeared. She was large, and her wings were gilded. Before her, on a silver chain, danced a red squirrel with a white tail. A most peaceful scene.
  The squirrel threw a golden shell at the children. Hitler and the young girl bowed.
  The owl, seeing them, muttered:
  - Are you going to ask again?
  The girl took it and nodded:
  - That's right, we need to know where the sword that can defeat Baba Yaga is!
  The squirrel squeaked:
  - Again, fighters against evil for good! How boring!
  The owl hooted:
  "You owe me three answers to these riddles! And if you get even one wrong, I'll sell you into slavery myself. Children are valuable on the slave market!"
  Hitler was surprised:
  - Are there also slave markets in the Underworld?
  The learned bird muttered:
  - You're not supposed to know that. But I can see right through you. You're a great sinner, aren't you?
  The boy-Fuhrer crossed himself and answered:
  - A very great sinner - that's true! But...
  The young prisoner knelt down and sang:
  By your great mercy,
  God accepts everyone...
  Who is not a villain these days,
  Rejecting sin in your soul!
  The owl giggled and remarked:
  - Do you think that the Almighty will forgive you for the destruction of His people?
  Hitler the kid exclaimed:
  Mercy is boundless,
  God sent his son to death.
  So as not to give to sinful people,
  To die in the abyss of Hell!
  The owl remarked with a grin:
  - You're as naive as a child. There are sins for which there is no forgiveness!
  The boy-Fuhrer replied:
  The greatest God and almighty,
  That's why he decided to crucify himself...
  So that everyone living on Earth,
  Received the Grace of salvation!
  The squirrel threw up the golden shells, which sparkled in the three suns, and squeaked something unintelligible.
  The owl grinned and cooed:
  - Enough! If you want to believe in the mercy of the Lord God, then believe. And now question one: two travelers came to a river. There was a boat there that could only fit one person. Nevertheless, they both crossed. How did this happen?
  The girl muttered:
  - I know the answer to this riddle, but let the boy think about it.
  Hitler-boy walked up to the sand pile, splashing his bare, childish feet. Using his fingers, he drew a river, a boat, and two travelers. He twirled around and replied:
  - I get it! They came from different banks!
  The owl hooted and replied:
  - Now the second question and a riddle!
  The boy-Fuhrer declared:
  - Wait, you've already asked me three questions!
  The learned bird muttered:
  - How is it three?
  Hitler-kid nodded:
  "The first question is: you're a great sinner, aren't you? And the second: do you think the Almighty will forgive the destruction of his people? And I've answered both questions!"
  The owl hooted and muttered:
  "Well, you're a clever one. Okay, I'll give you a feather that will show you the way to the sword. But it's guarded by a huge spider who won't give up the weapon that easily!"
  The boy-Fuhrer asked:
  - And how to fight it?
  The learned bird chuckled and replied:
  - No way! The only thing we can do is put him to sleep with sleep-grass!
  The girl asked with a smile:
  - Do you have one?
  The owl hooted:
  - I have one, but it's expensive. You don't have that kind of money anyway!
  Hitler-kid suggested:
  "What if we offered you payment from Baba Yaga's treasures? She probably has gold, too!"
  The girl confirmed, stamping her small, bare foot:
  - Of course there is! I know that for sure!
  The squirrel squeaked again, throwing golden eggshells.
  The owl muttered:
  "I could lend you some sleep-herbs, on the condition that you give me a whole pood of gold from Baba Yaga's treasure. But surely you could deceive or forget?"
  Hitler the kid crossed himself and replied:
  - I can forget, but the Almighty never!
  The girl exclaimed:
  - We'll give our word of honor! And without any oaths!
  The owl croaked:
  - Okay, I believe you! Strelka, bring some sleep-grass!
  The squirrel flicked its tail and dived into the hollow. The boy-Führer thought that he'd lost the war because his tanks and planes weren't agile and maneuverable enough. Especially the Tiger-2, which was a terrible machine, clumsy, heavy, and constantly breaking down. If anything could have saved the Third Reich, it was the self-propelled guns-the E-10, the E-25-which were awesome!
  The squirrel tossed a small bundle to the girl. She caught it and squealed:
  - Thank you!
  The boy-Fuhrer sang:
  Jehovah is the great creator,
  I hear your voice everywhere,
  A crown of radiant diamonds,
  It whispers in my heart like a ripening colossus!
  
  Jehovah covered the mountains with moss,
  The waves of the sea are painted with foam...
  He and the shore with burning sand,
  God and the sun with the endless universe!
  The children bowed once again, knelt down, and said a prayer to the Almighty and the Mother of God!
  After which a feather flew from the owl's wings. And Hitler with the girl
  They followed him. The girl remarked with a smile:
  - You can call me Alice. What's your name?
  The boy-Fuhrer answered decisively:
  - Adolf!
  The girl giggled and replied:
  - I'll call you Adik! But you're a fine boy. What sin did you commit in your past life?
  Hitler-kid answered with a smile:
  - I've done a lot wrong. And frankly, the past weighs me down!
  Alice remarked with a sweet look:
  - The grace of the Lord forgives even the gravest sins and washes away the bitterest tears. Believe in Jesus!
  The boy-Fuhrer sang with pathos:
  We must get on our knees,
  Pray to God the Lord...
  Only faith in Jesus,
  Maybe we can atone for our sin!
  The girl remarked with a sweet look:
  - It's not quite the right rhyme. We need to find a better one. Otherwise, it doesn't match - on your knees - Jesus.
  Hitler shrugged and suggested:
  - And if so, we must get up without a primus stove, only faith in Jesus!
  Alice noticed:
  "Without a primus stove-that's not very Russian. Although, it's still in the Slavic language!"
  The boy-Fuhrer nodded:
  - Yes, in Purgatory Hell, everyone speaks Russian! So Rabinovich is right: as for "Russian for Hell," I've already learned it!
  The girl stamped her bare, small foot and answered:
  "Russian is a very suitable language for international communication. It's quite comprehensive, but not difficult. In some ways, English is more difficult than Russian, although it's also a very comprehensive language."
  After this, Alice took and picked a small but very beautiful flower.
  Adolf took and sang:
  But if there were no love,
  They would not be able to love Christ...
  To have hope to live forever,
  And as the savior of all people, love!
  The boy and girl walked on. They followed the feather. The children were quite cute in appearance. And they wanted to do something good.
  Then Hitler asked:
  - How are we going to put the spider to sleep? We didn't ask the owl how to do it!
  Alice replied with a smile:
  - I know, just throw a handful at the spider. It will be so easy!
  The boy-Fuhrer took it and sang:
  The cunning spider sharpened his sting,
  And drinks from the sacred blood of the Fatherland...
  Nothing is enough for the enemy,
  The one who loves Jesus will kill him!
  Alice noted with a sweet look:
  - The stresses are a bit off! Especially on the Great Name of Jesus, love!
  The boy-Fuhrer jumped up and sang:
  You are the Lord, beauty, joy, peace and love,
  The embodiment of boundless, bright light...
  You shed precious blood on the cross,
  The planet was saved by boundless sacrifice!
  The girl stamped her bare foot and noted:
  - This rhyme is really good! And the words are excellent!
  The children continued on their way. Several times, large butterflies flew past, their wings multicolored and bright, as if studded with precious stones.
  Hitler thought that perhaps one of the Third Reich's mistakes was the almost complete absence of female soldiers. Although there were female pilots, you could count them on the fingers of one hand. But the Führer believed that women were mothers and should be protected and not sent into brutal slaughter. Oddly enough, Hitler wasn't all that inhumane. And besides, he didn't know much about what the fanatics at the bottom were doing.
  The boy-Fuhrer sang:
  Lord Almighty Jesus,
  He commanded us to love our enemies for a reason...
  Because if you act like a coward,
  Let the war blaze with a fierce fire!
  A large boulder appeared ahead, concealing the entrance to a cave where the spider with the invincible sword, Kladenets, should have been. However, suddenly, a huge butterfly appeared before the children, its wings glittering with every color of the rainbow.
  She squealed:
  - And where are you heading, young warriors?
  The boy-Fuhrer asked:
  - Is there a spider under the boulder?
  The butterfly flashed its wings and replied:
  - No! Not here! The spider is completely gone!
  The girl Alice was surprised:
  - What do you mean?
  The glittering insect replied:
  - There was a spider, but over time it turned into a beautiful butterfly! That is, into me!
  The boy-Fuhrer whistled:
  - Well, I never! Is the Kladenets sword still there!?
  The butterfly replied:
  - Yes! But I can only give it to someone with a pure, kind heart!
  CHAPTER No 11.
  Torrential rains began to pour in Odessa. Alexander Rybachenko sat with his childhood band in a cave, happily composing.
  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 12.
  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 does not doze off in bed...
  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 destroyed 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. He had to maintain his authority.
  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 13.
  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 giant 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 hot iron strips. 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.
  CHAPTER No 14.
  Well, of course, Anastasia Vedmakova also wrote something extremely interesting on a rainy November:
  June was approaching, and the German forces finally halted their advance, having advanced up to three hundred kilometers east in some places. But they had suffered enormous losses. Now Tsarist Russia began to seize the initiative. Numerous head-on engagements took place. Battles raged in the air. And now the Third Reich's disc aircraft became a serious problem. Their powerful laminar jets made them invulnerable to small arms fire. Consequently, they were virtually impossible to shoot down.
  But there are not so many of them - complex and expensive machines in production.
  Eva and Frida pilot one of them. The machine flutters above the positions. The Third Reich's flying saucers are invulnerable, but they also can't fire or drop bombs themselves. And this is their significant drawback.
  However, it is possible to shoot down Russian planes and helicopters by ramming. And the disc-shaped aircraft can reach speeds up to four times the speed of sound.
  More precisely, ordinary cars give two MAX, but Eva and Frida are testing the latest experimental model, which is twice as fast as ordinary aircraft.
  Eva popped the gum into her mouth and said with a smile:
  "A new word in strategy. Say what you will, but the Russians are not capable of creating something like this!"
  Frida remarked with a sweet smile:
  "It's a shame we can't attack ground targets. Then our machine would be a real monster!"
  Eva giggled and noted:
  - And for this we need stormtroopers!
  The German girls stamped their bare feet. Their disc suddenly accelerated. Two jet fighters appeared ahead. And the Nazi Germany disc accelerated so much that it rammed one of the jets. The impact was devastating. The Russian fighter was shattered into pieces.
  Frida licked her full, scarlet lips and noted:
  - We really hit it!
  Eva noted:
  - The second one should be rammed!
  And the girls rushed after him. But the Russian pilot, in a light jet, maneuvered quite well. And he avoided being rammed a couple of times. The German plane kept missing.
  Frida hissed furiously:
  - Russian louse - you can't escape!
  Eva roared:
  Be careful, be careful, we won"t joke,
  We will find you underground, we will find you underground!
  We'll get it out of the water!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  Finally, on the fifth try, desperately pushing with the bare toes of their tanned, muscular feet, the Terminator girls rammed the Russian aircraft. It, too, burst into pieces in the laminar flow. The pilot, however, fought to the bitter end to save the aircraft and perished.
  Both girls burst out laughing and roared:
  Break, crush, and tear into pieces,
  This is life, this is happiness!
  Another plane appeared in the sky. It was the size of a fighter jet, but somehow angular and obviously crudely made.
  The German starship glided through the atmosphere like a float on the waves. Now that was a true fighting machine.
  But the Russian plane did not deviate, but instead moved in for a closer approach.
  Eva, this charming blonde, sang:
  We sing a song to the madness of the brave,
  It will be more interesting at Valkala!
  The madness of the brave is the wisdom of life,
  The dead will rise again under communism!
  And the girls burst out laughing. And the Russian aircraft crashed into the disc's glittering laminar flow. And then it exploded! So loud that the girls were knocked off their feet. The plane exploded; it was packed with explosives. Yes, the Russian troops used kamikazes. And the pilot was very young, a boy of about fourteen. Before boarding the plane, he stripped down to his swimming trunks and handed his silver pectoral cross to his mother. And kissed her goodbye.
  And he flew into battle one way.
  Then the muscular, tanned boy said a prayer and rammed. His flesh was torn apart by the explosion, but the pain was instantaneous and passed instantly. And the soul of the young teenage hero was expelled from his body.
  He looked at the flying disc. It had shaken violently, knocking the female pilots off their feet. But they jumped up and righted the craft. But they hadn't succeeded in destroying the Third Reich's flying saucer.
  And the boy's soul began to be drawn upward. He rushed toward new, unknown worlds.
  Frida stood up and noted:
  - I gave myself a bump!
  Eva confirmed:
  - Not only did I get a bump, but I also injured my elbow!
  And both girls mechanically crossed themselves.
  Frida muttered:
  - These Russians are so crazy! They didn't spare themselves!
  Eva noted:
  - I also found it strange that the plane was put together so sloppily! It's obviously almost entirely made of wood!
  And both girls sang:
  Little children,
  For nothing in the world...
  Children, don't go for a walk in Africa!
  There are sharks in Africa,
  There are gorillas in Africa!
  There are big crocodiles in Africa!
  They will bite you,
  Beat and offend!
  Children, don't go for a walk in Africa!
  In Africa there is a robber of the most terrible forces!
  There is a terrible Michael in Africa!
  And the terminator girls laughed at their own joke.
  But then two more planes appeared in the sky. And they, too, were cobbled together somehow.
  And the Terminator warriors, to their shame, fled. Fortunately, their speed allowed them to escape easily.
  Things aren't so clear-cut in the air. The ME-362 is a very capable twin-engine fighter with swept wings. It's a formidable machine, one might say, with its seven cannons. And it can reach and exceed the speed of sound. A serious machine.
  Helga is at the helm. She's also a very beautiful girl. She's blonde and very slender, muscular, with slab-sided abs, and she's wearing nothing but a bikini.
  To fight well, girls need minimal clothing and bare feet. That's effective, so to speak. Just try to offend these warriors.
  Helga is flying and sees a Russian attack aircraft launching rocket attacks on German troops. A beautiful, minimally dressed blonde shoots down the aircraft in one pass and squeals:
  - I am a wise eagle girl!
  And then she attacks another Russian vehicle. And she does it very well.
  She presses her bare heel on the pedals and delivers a killer kick. And another Russian attack aircraft is gone.
  Helga smiles-she's tough and an eagle. And she's soon to be awarded the Knight's Cross for shooting down twenty-five planes. Only two remain.
  She's still a girl, after all. Incidentally, she interrogated a boy of about fourteen. She didn't break his bones, ribs, or fingers, and didn't yank him onto the rack. She simply took off the young drummer's boots, tied him to a chair, and tickled his bare soles with a goose feather. At first, the handsome teenager merely giggled. But then he became ill and lost consciousness. Yes, tickling is an interesting interrogation technique. It leaves no traces and is very effective. The girl recalled how in a semi-historical, semi-fantasy novel, a prince was interrogated with extreme caution using tickling. Another very interesting method that leaves no traces is to wet the skin and then heat it, just barely touching it, with a red-hot iron. This is also painful, but you can't prove torture. Torture with poisonous gases is also very effective. Although, this is perhaps more noticeable. And the eyes and nose become red and watery, and vomiting is similar to that caused by electricity.
  Helga licked her lips. He was a handsome teenager, and it was quite enjoyable to torment and torture boys like him.
  She recalled the moment when, as a very young girl, she took off in a Focke-Wulf for the first time. It was quite a thrill, although the aircraft was a bit heavy. In combat with British aircraft, it had superior speed and armament, but was inferior in maneuverability. True, it was faster in a vertical dive, allowing it to escape if it got caught behind, and its powerful armament gave it a high chance of shooting down an aircraft on the first pass.
  The girl, they say, was too young to have time to fight.
  Tsarist Russia, the Third Reich, and its allies divided the world. But now a redivision is underway. And who needs it? What if Hitler has a chance of defeating such a monster as the autocratic empire of Michael the Great?
  But if Tsarist Russia were to win, it could become the only empire on planet Earth. In other words, people were killing each other, hastening the moment when world peace would come!
  Helga sang:
  People, please be quiet, be quiet,
  Let the wars disappear into the darkness...
  Stork on the roof, happiness under the roof,
  And on Earth!
  Gerda and her crew, in turn, also fought in a modernized version of the E-100 tank. When the crew was reduced to four thanks to automation, the vehicle had two cannons and eight machine guns. That's how damn cool it is. And it had a gas turbine engine.
  Gerda, firing with her bare toes, noted:
  - Why aren"t we dominant?
  Charlotte replied:
  - Russia is a very multinational country. There are many more of them than us!
  Christina noted:
  - More, less, it's arithmetic! The main thing is strength of spirit!
  Magda confirmed with a laugh:
  This means living beautifully,
  This means living with dignity!
  The heroic strength of the girls,
  Strength of spirit and willpower!
  The girls continued driving. There they were, with a well-aimed shot, blowing off the turret of a Russian tank. Their cannon is quite powerful. It can be used against both tanks and unarmored targets.
  It also destroys trenches.
  The warrior women ride along and whistle.
  Gerda fires her long gun. It penetrates the side of a PT-54 from a distance and chirps:
  - We will give our hearts for the Motherland,
  And we"ll fry Mishuka 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 Russian 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 isn't going as well as we'd like. All the fighting, and more fighting... It's really 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 and monarchists a good beating!
  And the girls winked at each other. Overall, they have a good tank. It's just hard to penetrate a PT-54 frontally from a distance. But the Germans' shells aren't simple, either, 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 June, the Germans advanced around Warsaw 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 Russian MIG-15s and chirped:
  - Our glorious hunt!
  Albina confirmed the ramming and said:
  - And it will never be the last!
  Alvina knocked down three more Soviet attack aircraft and squeaked:
  - Do you think God loves Germany?
  Albina shook her head doubtfully:
  - Apparently not very!
  Alvina giggled and asked again:
  - Why do you think so?
  Albina rammed two Soviet cars and squealed:
  - The war has been going on for too long!
  Alvina logically noted:
  - But we are advancing!
  Albina bared her teeth and yelped:
  - So victory will come!
  Alvina shot down four Russian planes at once with a daring maneuver and squealed:
  - He will definitely come!
  Albina considered it necessary to remind:
  - After the capture of Washington, the war did not go according to 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 Warsaw and crossed the Vistula. A breakthrough to the Neman was threatened. The situation was generally critical, though not catastrophic. But the Tsar still had too many reserves left, and they were being formed. And it was unclear how much longer Russia could retreat. And the Germans were exhausted and weakened.
  But the Fritzes have four girls and they are so greyhounds.
  Gerda fired her gun and hit the PT-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 giant 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!
  CHAPTER No 15.
  At the end of June, Tsarist Russian troops began counterattacking the Germans, primarily attempting to destroy the Nazi troops that had crossed the Vistula.
  But the fascists are trying not to lose the initiative, and are throwing literally all their reserves into the battle.
  Oleg Rybachenko, that eternal boy of about twelve, and Margarita Korshunova are on the offensive. And the children throw peas of annihilation at the Nazis with their bare toes. They tear the soldiers apart and sing:
  Angels of goodness,
  Two white wings! Two white wings!
  Above the world!
  Let us be proud of Tsar Michael!
  Tsar Michael!
  And now the children are on the attack again. And they're blowing up and overturning fascist tanks.
  But the girls from the Russian team are also right there:
  But a brave four girls stood in their way.
  Natasha threw a grenade at the fascists with her bare foot and sang:
  - In vain...
  Zoya launched the death gift with her bare heel and added:
  - The enemy...
  Augustine added something devastating and squeaked:
  - He thinks...
  Svetlana tossed the grenade with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - What...
  Natasha threw a couple of lemons with her bare feet and yelped:
  - Russians...
  Zoya also added something energetic and deadly, squealing:
  - I managed....
  Augustine launched the deadly one, muttering:
  - Enemy....
  Svetlana gave another devastating sip and blurted out:
  - Break it!
  Natasha fired a burst and squeaked:
  - Who...
  Zoya also fired at the black foreigners that the fascists had recruited and squealed:
  - Brave!
  Augustine said with force and fury:
  - That...
  Svetlana gave in with a panther-like grin:
  - IN...
  Natasha threw a grenade with her bare foot and yelped:
  - I'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.
  But there are so many fighters here. And they really stand up for the Tsar.
  And the Germans are still trying to seize the initiative.
  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:
  - Mikhail!
  And then the girls screamed in chorus:
  - It's not working, it's not working! It's cold in your pants!
  Natasha, fighting the battle, wondered if there really was a God. After all, the Bible, so widely believed, was full of errors and contradictions.
  Here are some, for example;
  Animals were created before humans.
  Yes. (Gen. 1:20-27)
  No. (Gen. 2:7, 18-20)
  The Bible begins with a contradiction that many people miss when reading it inattentively: it describes two different creation myths. According to Genesis 1:20-27, God first created plants, then animals, and then humans. According to Genesis 2:4-25, God first created man, then plants and animals, and only then woman.
  It is clear that there were two different myths about the creation of the world, and the authors of the Bible did not even bother to choose one of the myths, but stuffed both mutually exclusive fables into the Bible.
  According to the theory of evolution, first unicellular organisms appeared, from them multicellular organisms, then large animals and only then humans.
  Is the soul mortal or not?
  Yes, "for the life of every flesh is its blood" (Leviticus 17:14).
  No. "Do not fear those who kill the body but are not able to kill the soul. Rather, fear him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell." (Matthew 10:28)
  If the soul is blood, then the soul is mortal. If the soul is immaterial, then it is immortal.
  According to modern neurophysiology, both biblical teachings are false, for there is no immaterial soul and human consciousness is the work of the brain, not the blood. Death is akin to eternal, dreamless sleep.
  Was there a flight of Joseph, Mary and Jesus to Egypt and the massacre of the innocents by Herod?
  Yes. (Matthew 2:1-23)
  No. (Luke 2:1-41)
  Despite his very detailed description of the birth of Christ, Luke does not describe either the flight into Egypt or the slaughter of the innocents, which are described in Matthew, and Matthew does not describe the circumcision of Christ and his annual visit to Jerusalem, which are described in Luke:
  The route according to Matthew 2:1-23 is as follows: birth in Bethlehem, several years in hiding in Egypt until the death of King Herod, and then Nazareth. Jesus never visited Jerusalem during Herod's lifetime.
  _x0007_ And in the Gospel of Luke 2:1-41 there is a completely different legend: Nazareth - birth in Bethlehem - Jerusalem - Nazareth - and "every year his parents went to Jerusalem for the Passover" (Luke 2:41) without any fear of being caught by Herod.
  Moreover, it is obvious that the two routes are incompatible - the events in one Gospel exclude the possibility of events in the other - while on the run in Egypt after "Herod the king was troubled, and all Jerusalem with him... he was very angry, and sent and killed all the little children" (Matt. 2:3, 16), it is impossible to calmly go to Jerusalem every year, and not secretly, but openly, publicly and on a holiday (Luke 2:41).
  This means that the Gospels describe myths, not historical events. Therefore, it's highly likely that Jesus Christ never existed-that it's a myth, a fairy tale, a work of fiction.
  It is appropriate here to remember that there were also many apocryphal gospels that described completely different myths about Christ.
  Therefore, it is quite likely that there was not even any real person about whom the myth-makers composed their gospel fables.
  As Saul was walking toward Damascus, he saw a light and heard a voice from heaven. Did the people traveling with him hear the voice?
  Yes. "The men who were traveling with him stood amazed, hearing the voice but seeing no one. (Acts 9:7)
  No. "Those who were with me saw the light and were afraid, but they did not hear the voice of Him who spoke to me" (Acts 22:9). It's the other way around.
  When Saul saw the light, he fell to the ground. Did the people walking with him fall to the ground?
  Yes. "We all fell to the ground..." (Acts 26:14)
  No. "The men who were traveling with him stood speechless..." (Acts 9:7)
  People typically remember vivid, unusual experiences very strongly and remember them well throughout their lives, often in minute detail. This is especially true when it involves a sudden appearance of God in heaven, who makes a claim on you! And when people lie, they often don't remember what they lied about, and therefore often get confused in their testimony. This is precisely the case here: the Jewish rabbi Saul, who renamed himself the Apostle Paul, got confused in his testimony, which means he LIED. Yet half the books of the New Testament are "Epistles of the Apostle Paul"-a man caught in a lie.
  As a result, the Gospels, the Book of Acts, and the Epistles of Paul are not historical documents, but rather fiction, myths. Consequently, Christianity is a myth.
  It is likely that the myth of Christ was invented by Rabbi Saul, who self-proclaimed himself the Apostle Paul and invented the myth of his own miraculous conversion from a rabbi to the probable founder of Christianity.
  Are images (icons) allowed?
  No.
  "You shall not make for yourself a carved image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is on the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth" (Exodus 20:4)
  "lest you corrupt yourselves by making for yourselves a graven image, the likeness of any carved image, the likeness of male or female, the likeness of any animal that is on the earth, the likeness of any winged bird that flies in the air, the likeness of anything that creeps on the ground, or the likeness of any fish that is in the waters under the earth" (Deuteronomy 4:16-18)
  Yes.
  "Then the Lord said to Moses, "Make yourself a serpent and set it up as a pole."" (Numbers 21:8)
  "And make two cherubim of gold." (Exodus 25:18)
  How many people were killed because of this one contradiction! How many schisms and hostility between people arose because of it! In the 8th century, there was an iconoclastic schism in the "infallible" church-first the church killed iconographers, then the iconoclasts. The schism still exists today-Jews, Muslims, and Protestants are categorically against icons, while the Orthodox and Catholics are categorically for them.
  How many gods are there according to the Bible?
  One.
  "Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one" (Deuteronomy 6:4)
  Some.
  "And God said, Let us make man in our image, according to our likeness" (Genesis 1:26)
  "And the Lord God said, "Behold, the man has become like one of Us, knowing good and evil."" (Genesis 3:22)
  "I and the Father are one." (John 10:30)
  "baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit" (Matthew 28:19)
  "The Father, the Word, and the Holy Spirit; and these three are one." (1 John 5:7)
  The doctrine of the Trinity is logically absurd. If God is an immaterial consciousness, then it is either one consciousness or several. But what is a triune consciousness? A split personality? In psychotherapy, split personality is already considered a serious mental illness. So what is a split personality? How is this to be understood? Christians can't even clearly answer this question, only saying things like, "I believe, because it's absurd," but thinking people don't believe in absurdities. The comparison with a trefoil is absurd because a plant has a cellular structure, while consciousness in religion, in idealism, is structureless. All these remnants of polytheism in both Testaments of the Bible once again confirm the theory that the authors and mythmakers of the Bible borrowed pagan myths about polytheism. Then the priests tried to invent interpretations to smooth over the contradictions.
  The girls continued to fight. The Germans suffered heavy losses in the battle for Smolensk and stopped their offensive. Instead, they launched massive artillery shelling and bombing raids. They even used napalm bombs.
  The girls remained hidden in the crevices, keeping a low profile. Natasha, meanwhile, was making notes in her diary, but the Bible was full of errors. And there were a lot of them. And they needed to be discussed with her friends later.
  Is Jesus for peace or against it?
  For.
  "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God." (Matthew 5:9)
  Against.
  "Do not think that I came to bring peace on earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword." (Matthew 10:34)
  This is a double standard. It can be used both to justify crusades and to swear that "Christianity is a religion of peace." People who use such double standards become accustomed to lies and duplicity. Incidentally, Hitler was a Catholic, and the Pope blessed him precisely for his crusade against the godless USSR.
  Natasha rubbed her bare foot behind her ear. She was very hungry and wanted to make love.
  Who set David against Israel?
  God (2 Samuel 24:1)
  Satan (1 Chronicles 21:1)
  Natasha giggled and shook her luxurious and strong hips.
  Who killed Goliath?
  David (1 Samuel 17)
  Elchanan (2 Samuel 21:19)
  Natasha licked the knife with her tongue.
  God is everywhere, sees everything and knows everything?
  Yes. "The eyes of the Lord are in every place, beholding the evil and the good." (Proverbs 15:3), as well as Psalm 139:7-10, Job 34:22-21.
  No. "...and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God among the trees of the garden." (Genesis 3:8) and also Genesis 18:20-21 and Genesis 11:5.
  Natasha kicked the pebble with her bare heel.
  Is God the author of evil?
  Yes. "...thus says the Lord: Behold, I am preparing evil for you, and I am plotting against you" (Jeremiah 18:11)
  "I form the light and create darkness; I make peace and create evil. I, the Lord, do all these things." (Isaiah 45:7)
  "Who is this that says, 'These things will happen which the Lord did not command to happen'? Do not evil and prosperity come from the mouth of the Most High?" (Lamentations 3:37-38)
  No. "His work is perfect, and for all his ways are justice. A God of truth and without iniquity, righteous and upright is he" (Deuteronomy 32:4)
  "God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does he tempt anyone" (James 1:13)
  Natasha took it and chirped:
  - Evil has a strong source!
  Does God need rest? Does God get tired?
  Yes. "...for in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, and on the seventh day He rested and was refreshed." (Exodus 31:17)
  "And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had done, and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had done." (Genesis 2:2)
  No. "...have you not heard that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, does not faint nor become weary?" (Isaiah 40:28)
  Natasha patted her sculpted abs.
  To judge or not to judge?
  No. "Judge not, lest ye be judged" (Matthew 7:1)
  Yes, "judge righteous judgment" (John 7:24)
  Also a typical double standard.
  Natasha giggled and said:
  - As always in the universe!
  Moses - the meekest of all people?
  Yes. "Now Moses was a meek man, more humble than any man who was on the face of the earth." (Numbers 12:3)
  No. "Then Moses' anger was kindled against the captains of the army... who came back from the war. And Moses said to them, 'Why have you saved all the women alive? ... Now therefore kill every male among the children, and kill every woman who has known man by lying with him.'" (Numbers 31:15-17)
  "But in the cities of these nations, which the Lord your God gives you as a possession, you shall not leave alive a soul..." (Deuteronomy 20:16)
  Natasha giggled and squealed:
  - These are the fascists!
  Is Jesus omnipotent?
  Yes. "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to Me." (Matthew 28:18)
  No. "I can do nothing of myself...for I do not seek my own will, but the will of him who sent me." (John 5:30)
  Natasha started spinning again.
  Is Christ's testimony about himself true?
  Yes. "Even if I testify about myself, my testimony is true" (John 8:14)
  No. "If I bear witness of myself, my testimony is NOT true" (John 5:31)
  Natasha sighed and answered:
  - Stalin is not on them!
  The Gospel says that two thieves were also crucified with Jesus. Did both thieves revile Jesus?
  Yes. "And they that were crucified with him reviled him" (Mark 15:32)
  No. "But the other rebuked him" (Luke 23:40-43)
  The girl stamped her bare foot.
  How many women came to the tomb of Jesus?
  One: Mary Magdalene. (John 20:1)
  Two: Mary Magdalene and the other Mary. (Matthew 28:1)
  Three: Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome. (Mark 16:1)
  More than three: "Mary Magdalene, and Joanna, and Mary the mother of James, and others" (Luke 24:10)
  Natasha jumped up and chirped:
  - I'm a super girl!
  Did Jesus speak in secret?
  No. "I have spoken openly to the world; I have always taught in the synagogue and in the temple... and in secret I have said nothing" (John 18:20)
  Yes. "He did not speak to them without a parable, but when he was alone with his disciples he explained everything." (Mark 4:34) The disciples asked him, "Why do you speak to them in parables?" He answered, "Because to you it has been given to know the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it has not been given." (Matthew 13:10-11)
  Natasha giggled:
  - I'm a member of the Komsomol!
  Is the Law of Moses Helpful?
  Yes. "All Scripture... is profitable" (2 Timothy 3:16)
  No. "The former commandment (of Moses) is annulled because of its weakness and uselessness" (Hebrews 7:18)
  The girl rubbed her bare feet against each other.
  The Nazis continued to destroy and annihilate the remnants of the Smolensk garrison with artillery and aircraft. They bombed and bombed. Bombed and bombed!
  The girls fired from time to time and threw grenades at individual reconnaissance groups of fascists.
  In her free time, Natasha shared a note of contradictions in the Bible with her friends. The girls, twirling their bare, shapely feet, began discussing them and writing them down in their diaries.
  Did Jesus arrive in heaven on the day of his crucifixion?
  Yes. He said to one of the thieves, "You will be with Me today in Paradise" (Luke 23:43)
  No. Two days later, he told Mary Magdalene, "...I have not yet ascended to my Father" (John 20:17)
  Natasha rubbed Zoya's bare sole and chirped:
  - See how it turned out!
  Was John the Baptist the Elijah who was to come?
  Yes (Matthew 11:14; 17:10-13)
  No (John 1:19-21)
  Augustina nudged Natasha in the side with her bare knee and muttered:
  - Contradiction is dialectical unity!
  Did John the Baptist recognize Jesus before his baptism?
  Yes (Matthew 3:13-14)
  No (John 1:32-33)
  Svetlana launched a shard of glass with her bare toes and pinned a cockroach to the wooden wall.
  Did Herod want to kill John?
  Yes, "because John said to him, 'It is not lawful for you to have her (his brother's wife).' And he wanted to kill him, but he feared the people..." (Matthew 14:4-5)
  No, Herodias wanted to kill him, but she could not, "for Herod feared John, knowing that he was a righteous and holy man, and he watched over him. He did many things when he heard him, and he listened to him with pleasure." (Mark 6:19-20)
  Natasha kissed Zoya on her tanned shoulder and remarked:
  - And I listen to you with pleasure!
  In the list of the twelve Apostles, who was the tenth Apostle?
  "Lebbaeus, whose surname was Thaddaeus." (Matthew 10:1-3; Mark 3:16-18)
  Simon, surnamed the Zealot. (Luke 6:14-16)
  Augustine angrily kicked the stone with her bare heel and bleated:
  - They can"t even combine this!
  The number of apostles at the crucifixion
  All the apostles fled (Matt. 26:56-58).
  John remained (John 19:25-26).
  Svetlana laughed, baring her very white teeth:
  - And the Germans will run away from us!
  What did they give Jesus to drink during the crucifixion?
  Vinegar mixed with gall (Matthew 27:34)
  Wine with myrrh. (Mark 15:23)
  Zoya chirped, stamping her bare foot on the stone slab:
  Nothing but contradictions!
  What were Jesus' last words?
  "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit." (Luke 23:46)
  "It is finished!" (John 19:30)
  Natasha twirled her narrow waist.
  Besides Jesus, has anyone else ascended to heaven?
  No. "No one has ascended into heaven except he who descended from heaven, the Son of Man..." (John 3:13)
  Yes. "...and Elijah went up into heaven by a whirlwind." (2 Kings 2:11)
  Svetlana logically noted:
  - Elijah could have simply been moved to another place!
  How many pairs of clean animals did God command Noah to take into the ark?
  2 (Genesis 6:19-20)
  7 (Genesis 7:2-3)
  The girls slapped their bare soles against each other and sang:
  - Was Stalin pure or impure?
  When the Israelites lived in Shittim, how many of the sons of Israel did the Lord destroy?
  24,000 (Numbers 25:1-9)
  23,000 (1 Corinthians 10:8)
  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!
  CHAPTER No 16.
  By early July, Hitler's reserves had completely run out. Taking advantage of Germany's weakened onslaught, Russian troops began to attack Italy's weakest point. And this was a rather powerful move. Mussolini was nothing compared to Hitler. Italy's troops were both weaker in weapons and far less disciplined. So they were the ones to target.
  A crew of four girls, all with names beginning with E, moved forward. Russian troops were advancing on the Italians. A powerful tank with a 130-millimeter gun and eight machine guns advanced.
  Elena, shooting with her bare toes and mowing down Mussolini's troops, sang:
  A naked girl hung on the rack,
  And before she was a great queen...
  Now the slave girl is barefoot with chains,
  Here is fate, like life, like a needle!
  
  The same thing happens in the world sometimes,
  I was there, but at the top, and now in the darkness...
  In purple, scarlet, and became naked,
  And there is no place for you on Earth now!
  
  Well, what about fortune's grins?
  When the king turns into zero...
  Sometimes the whole world is not enough for you,
  Then comes the sad role!
  
  So it turned out that pirates attacked,
  The palace is attacked by a stinking crowd...
  I believe that retribution will come to the uncountable,
  And we will cope with this without counting the horde!
  
  I don't know why he throws the swing like that,
  Now up, then higher cascade...
  And you can plow the shallows of the beach with your stern,
  Or maybe it"s a truly demonic arrangement!
  
  Well, what about the executioner, after all, the market here is short,
  You can't lecture an idiot...
  Sometimes people solve problems with their throats,
  An enraged demon is attacking!
  
  Well, princess, you have to suffer painfully,
  The fire caresses the soles of the brazier...
  And I want to scream at the top of my lungs,
  But I can"t cope with this girl alone!
  
  Oh Gods of Olympus, help me,
  Save me from the rack, the whip and the fire...
  Please spare the naked girl,
  Here's an invoice and a penalty has accrued!
  
  Well, did the beauty get the whip?
  The executioner burned the chest with a red-hot rod...
  But this girl has a huge power hidden within her,
  Although there is often sorrowful crying!
  
  Well, is this war going to be serious?
  It's not just fire that will burn my heels...
  Believe me, it"s not too late to dream about your loved one,
  The enemy can be so tough sometimes!
  
  Well, am I now crucified on the rack,
  And they whip the girl with a barbed whip...
  The executioner burned the heels with the red-hot end,
  And my chest already begins to groan!
  
  The inquisitors tortured me for a long time,
  Broke all the toes on my bare feet...
  They acted, as you can see, vilely,
  You can't express this in sad verses!
  
  But still, the bastards lowered the rack,
  And they wiped my body with alcohol and water...
  The lounger was lowered onto the soft straw,
  They just left the girl naked!
  
  I thought I would end my days at the stake,
  That they will burn you like a witch in a hot fire...
  Or a stake will drill into my butt,
  They will send the beauty into captivity to Satan!
  
  Apparently the inquisitors need money,
  They took us to the slave market...
  And without leaving a single thread of clothing,
  Only the hair is decorated like a cream cake!
  
  The men looked lustfully and greedily,
  They couldn't find a better beauty...
  The infidel's eyes burned brightly,
  I look no more than twenty years old!
  
  Of course, everyone wanted to make love,
  And press the girl's strong body...
  Even though this may only end in pain,
  I myself began to tremble with desire!
  
  For a whole bag of golden ducats,
  They gave the girl to the Sultan for the harem...
  If they didn"t break you, neither the whip nor the cut,
  And the main ruler is cooler than a peer!
  
  Well, why is the girl bored in the harem?
  Although great luxury clearly reigns in it...
  The girl then won the lottery,
  Such a stunning golden view!
  
  But finally she is in the Sultan"s box,
  Giving birth to an heir is a move...
  And the girl of the world, believe me, is not enough,
  She is ready to put legions to death!
  
  The Sultan is already dead, she's an X-ray,
  She decided to take revenge on the executioners forever...
  The girl now has great hope,
  And now you can see anything on your shoulders!
  
  The infidel hordes are coming to Europe,
  The Ottomans are already approaching Rome in a crowd...
  The sultana girl cast a proud glance,
  She stepped on the throat with a mighty foot!
  
  The monarchs of Europe kiss her shoes,
  The Pope himself will not rise from his knees in Rome...
  And the Ottomans beat the priests,
  Now the inquisitors have been captured!
  
  Well, it looks like retribution has been accomplished,
  The girl is now at the pinnacle of success...
  She will now apparently give you mercy,
  And there are no more beautiful places on Earth!
  
  So, executioners, don"t rush to torture,
  Today she's naked on the rack, and tomorrow she's a king...
  And it"s better not to tempt your fortune,
  She used to be a victim, but now she's a badass!
  
  So if the conscience of the cat still remains,
  Get me off the rack quickly...
  I can forgive you just a little bit,
  Here's the invoice, and a penalty has accrued!
  
  In short, she laughed to spite the executioners,
  And she showed them her long tongue...
  The rope on the rack has now broken,
  Under my bare feet the fire flame had already died down!
  Elizabeth, the other girl leading the fire, purred:
  - We are definitely the coolest!
  Ekaterina pressed the joystick button with her bare heel, released a deadly annihilation present, destroyed the slightly angular Italian tank, and squealed:
  - May our new frontiers be victorious!
  Euphrosyne, crushing the Italian soldiers with her caterpillars, squeaked:
  - We will reach new levels of talent.
  Mussolini's troops retreated. Russian tanks, infantry, and combat vehicles pressed them. Grad rockets pounded them. They knocked out many of the unprotected forces.
  In the south, the tsarist army had seized the initiative completely. In Africa, German, Portuguese, Italian, and Spanish troops were being destroyed. Tsarist Russia was achieving great success there. And so the pressure was on.
  The Tsarist General Staff decided to finish off the enemy where it was weakest. For example, by clearing the German foothold in the United States. This would leave the Nazis with no way to gain a foothold in the Western Hemisphere. And so the pressure continues.
  American and Russian troops have repelled the Nazi attacks and are advancing themselves. The German foothold in California has already been eliminated. Such are the desperate battles. And bombs are raining down on the enemy.
  And Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korushonova are attacking the Nazis in the area beyond the Vistula. To prevent the Germans from maneuvering. The kids are quite feisty. Oleg remembered playing "Entente" in a past life. It turns out that computers also prefer brutal assaults. Like that unfortunate Russian war against Ukraine in the 1920s. The Russian command showed some idiocy back then. And it's not the first time.
  Oleg could have solved everything quickly on the computer. And yet, such capabilities were available.
  And now children are using rockets made from plywood and filled with coal dust or sawdust against the Nazis. And the way it knocks out the German defenses is downright terrifying. And the young warriors are pounding the Nazi positions.
  Margarita pressed the joystick button with her bare toes and chirped:
  - The whole world is in our hands, we are the stars of the continents, we have smashed our damned competitors into the corners!
  Oleg pressed the button with his bare heel and launched a dozen missiles at once, firing them at the Nazis. And again, a mass of dead and corpses. And the buried tanks were burning.
  The young couple started whistling. The stunned crows fainted and pierced the skulls of German soldiers with their sharp beaks.
  Afterwards Oleg started singing:
  I am the boy son of the perfect Goddess,
  Which will give you love...
  Serve Lada with unchanging happiness,
  And shed blood if necessary!
  
  When she created the bright world,
  She taught people to live in a heavenly world...
  To throw evil off its great pedestal,
  And may the hunter become the game!
  
  A barefoot boy through the snowdrifts,
  He laughs, grins and runs like an arrow...
  He is devoted to the Lord's family until the grave,
  A child's fist is as strong as granite!
  
  Once upon a time there was a boy, of course, an adult,
  But again I found myself in the joys of childhood...
  Red-haired girls cut their braids,
  And the most beautiful oval of her face!
  
  How good it is to be a boy forever,
  When you're young, it's easy to breathe...
  I am an adult at heart, maybe even too much,
  A strong oar in the child's hands!
  
  I feel so good barefoot in the summer,
  The blade of grass gently peels at the heel...
  I will call the enemies of Rus' to account,
  After all, Roda is a monolith!
  
  I can cut down enemies with a sword while playing,
  And give no mercy to the seven orcs...
  Nature blooms in lush May,
  And it seems that we have no problems!
  
  My girl has teeth like pearls,
  She can fight with a sword, you know...
  And the voice is so loud,
  And believe me, our world is a wonderful paradise!
  
  Here the sun turns yellow in the clear sky,
  And the nightingale trills...
  Our Almighty Family is eternal in success,
  And let us raise our shield higher for him!
  
  Yes, there is Svarog, Saint Yarilo,
  They are the sons of God's Rod...
  And in them, believe me, such power is seething,
  They'll put down an elephant like an ant!
  
  Why do we children need tight shoes?
  We rush briskly down the hill barefoot...
  There will be no hesitation in the battle,
  And if necessary, we'll hit you with our fists!
  
  The eagle tramples the Russian land,
  Both Nikolai and Alexander are...
  Samson tears apart the enemy's jaws,
  This is how life will become a joy!
  
  A vicious wolf sharpens his fang under a birch tree,
  He wants to eat a Russian girl...
  We will surely wipe away the tear from her cheek,
  So that you don"t get dirty!
  
  Here communism is happiness on the planet,
  The tsars will build a new USSR...
  Where children will rejoice in happiness,
  You are not a slave, but the greatest sir!
  
  Goddess Lada gave us light,
  He created a world of beautiful love...
  The sun rises - this is God Yarilo,
  The radiant one will give warmth again!
  
  Space will open new arms,
  And we will quickly fly to the planets...
  The girl will have an emerald dress,
  A glorious cherub hovers above us!
  
  There will be no grief, old age or death,
  We will live in eternal happiness...
  Although we remain children in body,
  But he can accomplish a true feat!
  
  We weren't born for that, you know.
  Than to be slaves of evil and slanted...
  We will draw a city on this map,
  Let's trample our bare feet in running!
  
  Here is the White God, our faithful patron,
  He gives people bright goodness...
  The Black God is a powerful destroyer,
  But the Slavs were also lucky with him!
  
  That we have not forgotten how to fight in battle,
  Let the great God Svarog give the sword...
  We drank brave mead,
  Run and attack, the enemy is already at the gates!
  
  There are no children of Rod, and of the great Gods,
  They will never kneel...
  For the sake of the mighty and thousand-faced,
  We will rule Russia forever!
  
  Our city is the Great Glorious city of Kyiv,
  Where the Tsar of the Fatherland rules like a God...
  Goddess Lada became very sweet,
  Her father is the Light Himself, the Supreme Rod!
  
  We will make such beauty skillfully,
  That such a world will come as paradise...
  And even this vodka will be sweet,
  This paradise will become extraordinary!
  
  Perun is the God who was called Zeus,
  His trident is a sign of power...
  And where can I find such a remedy, brothers?
  Help find this artifact!
  
  In good hands you can move mountains,
  But the evil spirit burns cities...
  When the knight fought with Chernomor,
  To conquer all is a great destiny!
  
  I am the son of the greatest Goddess Lada,
  What gave birth to a host of cool Gods...
  I am an eternal boy, a real warrior,
  Which is higher than the wildest dreams!
  
  Well, what about us, let's take Paris and Vienna,
  And we'll run through Berlin like a horse...
  After all, big changes are ahead,
  We will go through pipes, water and fire!
  
  I will never hesitate to strike back,
  I'll show you what a great boy I am...
  The enemy will abandon his plan,
  I will strike the enemy with a well-aimed arrow!
  
  The dragon is defeated by a mighty warrior,
  Although the boy seems to be small in stature...
  But with its whistle it blows away even the clouds,
  This fighter has adopted these techniques!
  
  In short, he became a great knight,
  He will throw a boomerang with his bare foot...
  The hordes will be dispersed by a wild and stormy onslaught,
  Express your love for the Fatherland in poetry!
  
  On Mars there will be the flag of Holy Russia,
  And on Venus there is the USSR coat of arms...
  We will make everyone in the universe happier,
  Let's solve at least a million big problems!
  
  When Svarog brings order,
  And we will lead the planet into space...
  We will sow a lot of pineapple beds,
  We will save the universe from disaster!
  
  Let's forge ourselves some cool swords, believe me,
  Flashing steel like a thunderstorm...
  Even though children's feet are bare in battle,
  But the power of the Family is with us forever!
  
  In short, we will finish our trips to the stars,
  We will conquer all the expanses of the Universe...
  After all, believe me, it"s not too late to defeat your enemies,
  We will be cooler than ancient Rome!
  
  For Rod, for Svarog, light Lada,
  We will spill the scarlet blood of the orcs...
  And then there will be Solcenism as a reward,
  Let's bring freedom to the universe!
  
  Then the Holy Rod will grant immortality,
  And you will remain forever young...
  And you will have children born in happiness,
  May a great dream come true!
  
  For this he will draw his sword as a boy,
  Will chop down orcs, trolls, all enemies...
  And he won"t even get a bump in the battle,
  In the Name of the Family and its Sons!
  
  Then the time of Solntsinism will come,
  Rod will rule over all the planets...
  And the endless path of a beautiful life,
  And let man be like God!
  That's how the boy sang with feeling and expression. And the Russian self-propelled guns attack, battering the German troops.
  And in the air is Anastasia Vedmakova, also not a weak girl.
  She shoots down a German bomber and exclaims:
  - For our great Tsar Mikhail Romanov!
  There were girls fighting there too. In particular, the beautiful Anna and Alisa. Both girls fired rifles and sang.
  Anna fired, knocked down the German and chirped:
  - In the name of the holy Motherland!
  Alice tweeted:
  - You're just a gay Hitler!
  The girls fought, and as is customary for warriors, they wore only thin black panties and were barefoot. This allowed them to hit their targets every time and not miss.
  They are warriors who will never bow their heads, fold their wings or crawl into a shell.
  Anna cut down the Fritz and chirped:
  - Young Lenin!
  Alice cut down the fascist. She threw a grenade with her bare foot and squealed:
  - And the coolest!
  Both girls are curvy, strong, and blonde. They have masculine, handsome faces. And of course, they love men. Although, it seems, how can anyone love such a freak as a male?
  But the girls are still getting charged up.
  Anna shoots and remarked dreamily:
  - It's a pity that the tsar was overthrown!
  Alice knocked down the fascist and asked:
  - Why is it a pity?
  Anna fired again and explained:
  - Then they would have finished off Germany, and Hitler wouldn"t have dared to stick his nose in!
  Alice startled the Fritz and squeaked:
  - Yes, maybe, but...
  The girl shot another black soldier from the Wehrmacht's African Division and remarked:
  - It could have been worse! If Hitler had gone against Tsarist Russia.
  Anna whistled and growled:
  - I believe we will win!
  The girls, however, weren't entirely convinced yet. The fascists were too strong. How could they be stopped?
  The enemy is literally throwing corpses at them. But they have plenty of manpower. Arabs and Africans alike. Try to cope with such a scourge. But the warriors are certain that the Wehrmacht will eventually wear itself out.
  Alice fired, knocked down the fascist and squealed:
  - In any case, we will not give up an inch of land!
  Anna agreed with this:
  - We will die, but we will not surrender!
  And again she fired at the fascists. She fought bravely and with frenzied fury.
  Alice groaned and squeaked:
  - Communism will live forever!
  And she threw the gift of death with her bare foot!
  Anna deftly caught the fascist and gurgled:
  - We will dominate everything!
  And it hits again. And her bare foot launches a grenade. Like the fascists were getting hit up to their tonsils. And they, the Nazis, had so many different coffins and deaths.
  Alice, baring her teeth, launched another grenade. It scattered the fascists and squealed:
  - Freedom or death!
  Anna giggled and slashed, cutting down the Nazis and squealed:
  - We will be first in everything!
  And again, bare toes throw a deadly grenade.
  Alice fires at the enemy, knocking down the fascists and chirping, showing her pearly teeth:
  - I am a girl who is, frankly speaking, super!
  And once again a grenade thrown by a bare foot flies.
  Anna knocked down the fascists with a precise shot. And then launched another grenade. Also using her bare toes. Now that's a girl, a girl to all girls.
  Simply super and hyper!
  The warriors here are dazzlingly beautiful. Alice remembered how three young men at once groped her bare feet. It was so wonderful. Six nimble hands caressing your soles, your shins, your knees, your ankles. And then they move higher. To the girl's thighs and hips. Of course, it was pleasurable. She was quite the spirited girl, to be sure.
  Alice fired at the fascists and squealed:
  -May the strength of spirit be with us!
  And with her bare heel she kicked the lemon of death.
  Anna also struck. She struck her opponent accurately. And squealed enthusiastically:
  - In the name of Russia and our Slavic brothers!
  And again, a gift thrown by a bare foot flies, crushing the fascists.
  Alice accurately knocked down the German army colonel and barked:
  - My heart aches for my Fatherland!
  And she stuck out her tongue. And again, her bare, chiseled foot was at work.
  The girl remembered running barefoot through the snow to deliver a letter to headquarters. She raced for about twenty kilometers across the white, prickly, stinging crust. It was a good thing her feet weren't so tender; she was barefoot the whole time, from freezing to freezing. Otherwise, she would have been left disabled.
  But she still delivered the letter, in an important font.
  And how the snow burned her heels. They were so red, calloused, scratched. Then Alice ran barefoot and back. They offered her felt boots, but the girl said she felt more at ease that way. And anyway, she remembered Gerda from The Snow Queen. So that girl wasn't quite courageous after all. She asked for a pair of shoes to look for her adopted brother Kay. But Alice stubbornly declared that she could manage. After all, she'd never been sick, never coughed, never had a runny nose. So, an hour's run wouldn't hurt her. And anyway, you can walk barefoot all year round.
  In short, Alice has since completely given up wearing shoes and has never sneezed.
  Same thing with Anna.
  CHAPTER No 17.
  Oleg Rybachenko continued his conquests in Africa. But he also didn't forget to write interesting things.
  After defeating Japan, it wouldn't hurt to take a break. But the Tsarist regime and Nicholas II decided that the samurai would likely demand revenge. War with Germany and Austria-Hungary was inevitable. And it was better to wage it with the Japanese as subjects-the extra soldiers wouldn't hurt. So, as the saying goes, let's smash. And so the landings began.
  And so the landings began. There weren't enough steamships or transports. Longboats were used, and supplies were transported on cruisers and battleships, and many other means were used. The Tsar ordered the use of the merchant navy in the landings.
  The Russian troops repulsed the samurai onslaught, which attempted to drive them from the bridgehead. But the Tsarist army held firm, and the massive attack was repelled with heavy losses.
  During the assault, the witch girls chopped with sabers and threw grenades at the enemy with their bare feet.
  They're certainly in the most dangerous positions. And then they started firing machine guns. Every bullet hit the target.
  Natasha fired, threw a grenade with her bare toes and chirped:
  - There's no one cooler than me!
  Zoya, firing a machine gun, threw a gift of death with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - For Tsar Nicholas II!
  Aurora, continuing to fire from machine guns, and jumping up, snapped back and said:
  - For great Rus'!
  Svetlana, continuing to harass the enemy, bared her teeth and threw a grenade with her bare heel, aggressively:
  - For the Tsarist Empire!
  Pippi Longstocking waved her magic wand, and under the influence of her magic, the Japanese soldiers began to turn into lush flowers.
  The girl chirped:
  - I'm the strongest in the world, I'll wipe out my enemies!
  Annika is also armed with a magic wand and turns samurai into cheesecakes, liver, and gingerbread.
  The little girl squeals:
  - For holy Sweden!
  And clicks his bare toes!
  As a result, new transformations occur.
  Tommy also performs miracles with a magical artifact. And imagine Japanese soldiers shaped like ice cream glasses.
  A boy of about ten years old exclaims:
  - These are the stars of Swedish communism!
  The warriors continued to strike and pound. They were so full of energy. They fired at each other and crushed the advancing samurai.
  He has already killed thousands, tens of thousands of Japanese.
  And the defeated samurai run away... The girls are really lethal against them.
  And the Russians, with bayonets, cut up the samurai...
  The assault is repelled. And new Russian troops are landing on the coast. The beachhead is expanding. Not bad for the Tsarist Empire, of course. One victory after another. And Admiral Makarov will also be helping with his guns, sweeping away the Japanese.
  And now Russian troops are already advancing across Japan. And their avalanche is unstoppable. They are hacking at the enemy and stabbing them with bayonets.
  Natasha, attacking the samurai and cutting them with sabers, sings:
  - White wolves form a pack! Only then will the race survive!
  And how he throws a grenade with his bare toes!
  Zoya sings along, with fierce aggression. And, kicking her bare feet, she too sings something unique and powerful:
  -The weak perish, they are killed! Protecting sacred flesh!
  Augustine, shooting at the enemy, chopping with sabers, and throwing grenades with her bare toes, squeals:
  - There is a war in the lush forest, threats are coming from everywhere!
  Svetlana, firing and throwing gifts of death with her bare feet, took and squealed:
  - But we always defeat the enemy! White wolves salute the heroes!
  And the girls sing in chorus, destroying the enemy, throwing the deadly with their bare feet:
  - In the holy war! Victory will be ours! Forward the imperial flag! Glory to the fallen heroes!
  Pippi Longstocking snaps her bare toes and performs wondrous transformations on the Japanese soldiers. And already, vases of flowers stand in columns.
  The terminator girl roars:
  - I really became a celebrity!
  The girl Annika waves her magic wand and agrees:
  - Definitely so!
  And she clicks her bare toes. Miracles and amazing transformations happen.
  Tommy also waved his magic wand first, magically transforming the Japanese into chocolate-covered ice cream. And the boy snapped his bare toes, causing pistachios to rain down-wonderful.
  And he said:
  - Tsar Nicholas - win very bravely!
  Oleg Rybachenko is also fighting. This barefoot boy is launching something very destructive with his toes. And then he hits you like a hyperblaster.
  After which he will sing:
  We will be able to raise great Rus' from its knees,
  Russia will become a superpower again...
  And the Russian flag will shine over the planet,
  Let's give people happiness, peace, love!
  Margarita Korshunova, this feisty girl, also clicks her bare toes. She performs wondrous, fairytale-like transformations and sings:
  Nicholas the Great Tsar,
  Defeats the samurai...
  You fight and hold on,
  Let's make our Fatherland a paradise!
  And again the girls shoot and sing with a deafening howl:
  - No one can stop us! No one can defeat us! The white wolves are crushing the enemy! The white wolves salute the heroes!
  The girls walk and run... And the Russian army moves towards Tokyo. And the Japanese die, and they are mowed down. The Russian army moves. And one victory after another.
  And then they have a few adventures, and Anastasia, too, with a battalion of barefoot girls. And Skobelev is right there.
  So it made sense to conquer Japan entirely. And troops were transferred to the mother country.
  The girls and their battalion engaged the samurai on land. The girls met the samurai with well-aimed shots, sabers, and grenades thrown with their bare feet.
  Beautiful Natasha threw a lemon with her bare foot and squealed:
  - For the Tsar and the Fatherland!
  And fired at the Japanese.
  The magnificent Zoya also threw a grenade with her bare toes and squealed:
  - For the First-Called Rus'!
  And she also nailed the samurai.
  Then the red-haired Augustine gave a slap and squealed:
  - Glory to the Mother Queen!
  And it also pierced the enemy.
  Anastasia also struck, launching a whole barrel of explosives with her bare feet, scattering the Japanese far and wide:
  - Glory to Rus'!
  And Svetlana fired. She swept away the Japanese and delivered a devastating lemon with her bare heels.
  She shouted at the top of her lungs:
  - To new frontiers!
  Natasha took a jab at the Japanese and squealed:
  - For eternal Rus'!
  And she also chopped at the samurai:
  Excellent Zoya took it upon herself to hit the Japanese. She threw a grenade at the enemy with her bare foot and squealed:
  - For a united and indivisible tsarist empire!
  And the girl whistled. It was obvious the teenager had grown much larger: high breasts, a narrow waist, and fleshy hips. She already had the figure of a mature, muscular, healthy, and strong woman. And her face was so youthful. With difficulty, the girl suppressed the urge to make love. Just let them caress. And better yet, with another girl; at least she wouldn't take her virginity.
  Pippi Longstocking fights very aggressively. She shows her fangs. She also waves her magic wand and snaps her bare toes. And the samurai turn into chocolate barrels filled with honey.
  The warrior exclaims:
  - Forward to Tokyo!
  Annika also produces a wonderful effect. Her magic wand is like a meteor. And her bare toes click.
  The warrior sings:
  There will be a city not on Venus,
  The Bolsheviks rose up...
  And to spite the cool chimera,
  The Swedish regiments have risen!
  Tommy also makes some cool bends while fighting. And the little boy's bare toes do something incredible and unique.
  The young warrior exclaims:
  - For cool communism!
  Oleg Rybachenko isn't wasting any time either. His hyperblaster is pounding the Japanese, frying some and transforming others.
  The Terminator boy squeaked:
  - And the samurai flew to the ground! Under the onslaught of steel and fire!
  The girl Margarita energetically confirmed, crushing the enemies and clicking her bare toes on her childish, nimble feet:
  - Yes, we did fly! And that's awesome!
  Cool Zoya nimbly tosses grenades at the Japanese with her bare feet. And she's quite successful.
  Augustina is a very redhead and also very beautiful. And in general, the girls in the battalion are so wonderful, simply the highest quality.
  Augustine throws a grenade with her bare foot and chirps:
  - Let Great Russia be glorious!
  And it also spins.
  What girls, what beauties!
  Anastasia is also jumping around. She's a big girl-two meters tall and weighs one hundred and thirty kilograms. She's not fat, though, with sculpted muscles and the rump of a draft horse. She loves men very much. She dreams of having a child. But so far, it hasn't worked out. Many are simply afraid of her. And she's a very aggressive girl.
  It's not her men who ask, but she who brazenly pursues them. Without shame or embarrassment.
  And she likes it. Being an active party.
  Anastasia is also a remarkable warrior, and has accomplished many heroic deeds. Anastasia commands their battalion.
  He also throws a grenade with his bare foot and shouts:
  - There will be light over the country!
  Svetlana throws a lemon with her bare foot and whispers:
  - Glory to Rus'!
  The magnificent Zoya also makes a throw with her bare toes and roars:
  - For the glory of the holy Motherland!
  Augustine squeals:
  - With unearthly sadness!
  And a gift thrown by a bare foot also flies.
  Oleg Rybachenko, jumping and kicking the samurai in the chin with his bare heel, squeals:
  - Banzai!
  Then Anastasia starts howling. She also throws a whole bunch of grenades with her bare feet.
  And the heroic girl roars:
  - In the Name of the White God!
  Natasha also sent a grenade with her bare toes and yelped:
  - In the name of Christ!
  And she fired a couple of shots.
  And Anastasia started firing the machine gun. She was very skilled at it.
  In short, the girl is a beast.
  Barefoot Natasha squeaked with aplomb:
  - I'm basically a superman!
  And she threw the grenade with her bare foot.
  Barefoot Zoya also fired. She shot down the Japanese.
  Chirped:
  - Glory to Russia!
  And with her bare foot she launched a grenade.
  Augustine also squealed:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Anastasia launched a whole crate at the Japanese. And then she started roaring with frenzied rage:
  - For Svarog!
  Natasha took it and squeaked:
  - For a new system!
  And she threw a grenade with her bare foot!
  Svetlana bleated:
  - To the muscles of steel!
  And she also launched a grenade with her bare toes.
  Barefoot Zoya also started squealing:
  - For love and magic!
  And bare feet in motion.
  Augustina the red-haired devil took and launched the box of grenades and squealed:
  - Beyond the borders on Mars!
  Anastasia will also throw a barrel of dynamite and mutter:
  - For the world order of Russia.
  And Natasha barked:
  - Here's to a new path to happiness!
  After which the girls burst out laughing.
  Pippi Longstocking is on a furious attack. And her magic wand works wonders. And again, incomparable transformations. And there were soldiers, and now there are chocolate and vanilla candies.
  The warrior squeaks:
  - Hyperquasar cock-a-doodle-doo!
  Annika also shows her highest level of determination, performs miracles and exclaims:
  - Megawatts and ducats!
  Tommy also does something unique. His magic wand is in constant motion.
  Terminator Boy says:
  - This will be a great step! The bald donkey will die!
  Oleg doesn't waste any time either. He takes a whistle from his bosom and blows into it. A wonderful sound emerges. The boy stamps his bare heel on the cobblestones and squeals:
  - There's a Russian spirit here! It smells of Russia here!
  Margarita clicked her bare toes. The luxurious glasses were recreated, and raisins and cotton candy began to pour out. The girl squealed:
  The Great Tsar Nicholas-
  He will build Paradise on Earth!
  Pippi Longstocking took the stocking and said:
  - It's not a problem if the king is a sadist, it's worse if the people are masochists!
  And this is so great! The girls are wonderful!
  The troops of Tsarist Russia were moving towards Tokyo.
  The Russian army stormed Tokyo.
  A boy and a girl walked in front: Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita.
  The children exterminated the Japanese and advanced toward the imperial palace. The Mikado solemnly declared that he would not leave the capital and would remain there forever.
  Oleg Rybachenko fired a burst at the samurai and threw a grenade with his bare foot, squealing to himself:
  - Rus' will never surrender!
  Margarita also threw a lemon with her bare foot and hissed, baring her teeth:
  - We win or we die!
  Pippi Longstocking flashed her lengthening swords and exclaimed:
  - Russians don"t die!
  Annika adjusted her bare toes by snapping them and releasing a deadly pulsar:
  - No, the Swedes don"t die!
  Tommy is a small but already quite muscular boy, he twirls two magic wands and squeals:
  - Our path to tsarism will be a merry one!
  And a battalion of girls breaks through to the Mikado's palace. All the girls are in uniform, wearing only panties. And so, almost naked, they fight like heroines.
  Anastasia throws a grenade with her bare foot and squeals:
  - Nikolai, you are the Mikado!
  Natasha also launched a gift of death with her bare limb and squealed, baring her teeth:
  - Our king is the coolest!
  And how she sparkles like pearls! And such a dazzling girl.
  Barefoot Zoya also chirps with delight and launches a grenade with her bare foot:
  - I am a winner in psychology!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  He crushes his samurai.
  Augustine, that red-haired devil, shoots too. And she does it so accurately. She mows down the Japanese.
  And roars at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to my holy country!
  And bares his teeth!
  Svetlana is also a powerful woman who can just take and launch a whole box of explosives.
  And the Japanese flew in all directions.
  The girls go on the offensive, crushing their opponents, achieving tangible success. They exude a formidable grace, tireless drive, and a lack of weakness. And their bare breasts are the best guarantee of invincibility and unsinkability.
  Oleg even noted:
  - This is somehow not very decent!
  Margarita noticed with a chuckle:
  - And this is already post-moderation!
  Pippi giggled and sang:
  Sweden is a beautiful country,
  There is a lot of freedom in it...
  Somewhere Satan settled,
  And the hellish den is dug up!
  Annika squealed:
  - Mikado will be ours!
  And she snapped her bare toes, her childish, chiseled feet!
  Tommy, having mowed down a whole line of Japanese, chirped:
  - For great and awesome victories! Glory to Sweden!
  Anastasia, cutting down the Japanese, chirps:
  - Hands of oak, head of lead!
  And with his bare foot he throws a grenade. Scatters the samurai.
  Half-naked Natasha also fires.
  Crushes the Japanese and blows them to pieces.
  Closer and closer to the palace. And a bare foot throws a grenade.
  The frightened Japanese surrender and fall apart.
  Terminator Girl says:
  - May Perun be with us!
  Barefoot Zoya, a gorgeous terminator girl, shoots herself and crushes the militarists. She bared her teeth.
  The girl croaked:
  - We are the knights of the greatest Russia!
  The girl threw a grenade with her bare foot, scattering the enemy.
  Cool Zoyka took it and sang again:
  - Suvorov taught us to look ahead! And if we stand up, stand to the death!
  And she bared her teeth in a grin.
  Fiery Augustine also sang and roared:
  - To new frontiers!
  And she added with a grin:
  - And we are always ahead!
  Svetlana, the mighty girl, also struck the enemy. She scattered the imperial guard and squealed:
  - For the achievements of the era!
  And again, grenades thrown by bare feet fly.
  The girls are pressing the enemy. They remember the heroic defense of Port Arthur, which will be remembered for centuries.
  Eh, how could such an army lose in real history, and to the Japanese at that?
  This is a disgrace.
  Anastasia throws a grenade with her bare foot and whistles:
  - Beyond the Russian border!
  Natasha also launched something deadly with her bare foot and squealed desperately, baring her teeth:
  - To new successes!
  And she fired a burst at the Japanese.
  And then Zoya, barefoot, just went and started smashing. And then she even threw a grenade with her bare foot.
  And after that she sang:
  - We will not give in to enemy dictates!
  And she bared her little face!
  A beautiful, very young girl with the figure of an athlete. And quite courageous.
  And Augustine hits the Japanese like a bomb. She crushes them, and with her bare foot she very deftly throws a grenade.
  And scatters enemies as if bottles had flown off a ball.
  The girl cries:
  - Chocolate, that's our thing!
  Augustine really does love chocolates. And under the Tsar, the markets are filled with goods. What can be said about Tsar Nicholas? Now, the unsuccessful Tsar is becoming great before our very eyes. Or rather, the Tsar has gained Putin's fortune; Putin himself, on the contrary, has become as unlucky as Nicholas II. But then, the deeds of the Romanov Tsar are becoming great! And all it takes is for the girls to fight on the front lines and for Oleg Rybachenko to perform a heroic deed.
  And a pair of child heroes who prevented the Japanese from capturing Mount Vysokaya. When the fate of Port Arthur was being decided.
  And so the Russian Empire changed.
  Pippi Longstocking, turning samurai into plants, noted:
  - The planet is bouncing like a ball! We'll be able to hit you back!
  Svetlana also launched a barrel of murder and brought down the outer wall of the imperial palace with machine guns.
  Now the girls are running through their rooms. The war is about to end.
  Anastasia says enthusiastically:
  - I believe that good luck awaits me!
  And again he throws a grenade with his bare foot.
  Natasha, laying down deadly fire, chirps while embroidering her opponents:
  - I'll definitely be lucky!
  And again a grenade, launched by a bare foot, flies.
  And then barefoot Zoya unleashes a couple of chained bombs, launched from her bare feet, and destroys her opponents.
  After which he bursts into laughter:
  - I'm a comet girl.
  And again he throws out fiery tongues of death.
  And then along comes Augustine, that terminator girl. The way she just wiped everyone out. Simply magnificent.
  A warrior who is a true demiurge of battle.
  And squeaks to himself:
  - Our crew is in high spirits!
  And then Svetlana showed up. So cool and sparkling. She infects everyone with her wild energy. Capable of defeating virtually any enemy.
  And the warrior bares her pearly teeth. And hers are bigger than a horse's. Now that's a girl.
  Svetlana giggled and roared:
  - For eggplants with black caviar!
  And the girls screamed in chorus at the top of their lungs:
  - Apple trees will bloom on Mars!
  Oleg Rybachenko exclaimed:
  - And even Jupiter will become habitable!
  Pippi exclaimed with a smile:
  - Yes, gravitons will be converted into electricity and hypercurrent, I know it!
  Annika took it and snapped her bare toes, and made cakes out of the samurai, and muttered:
  - Superman-like aspirations!
  The Mikado hesitated to commit hara-kiri and signed the capitulation. Tsar Alexei II was declared the new Emperor of Japan. At the same time, the Land of the Rising Sun was preparing a referendum on voluntary unification with Russia.
  The war is almost over. The last units are stockpiling their weapons.
  A battalion of girls lined up the prisoners. The men were required to kneel and kiss the girls' bare feet. And the Japanese did this with great enthusiasm. They even enjoyed it.
  Of course, they're such beauties. And it doesn't matter that their feet are a little dusty. It's even nicer, and more natural. Especially when they're tanned. And so rough.
  The Japanese kiss bare soles and lick their lips. And the girl likes it.
  Anastasia remarks with pathos:
  - And who claimed that war is not for women?
  Natasha giggled in response:
  - No, war is the sweetest of all times of anticipation for us!
  And she stuck out her tongue. How wonderful it really is to be kissed so humiliatingly.
  They kiss Zoyka's bare, round heel too. The girl squeals with delight:
  - That's so great! I'd like a continuation!
  Red Augustine warned:
  - Remain a virgin until marriage! And you will be happy about it!
  Barefoot Zoya giggled and said:
  - Glory be to my holy land! Innocence only brings pain!
  The girl bared her face.
  Svetlana noted proudly:
  - I worked in a brothel. And I don't need virginity!
  Barefoot Zoya asked, giggling:
  - And how did you like it?
  Svetlana sincerely and decisively stated:
  - It probably couldn't be better!
  Half-naked Zoya said honestly:
  - Every night I dream about a man taking possession of me. It's so wonderful and pleasant. And I don't want anything else.
  Svetlana suggested the girl:
  - After the war, you can go to the most prestigious brothel in Moscow or St. Petersburg. Believe me, you'll like it there!
  Half-naked Zoya burst out laughing and remarked:
  - This is something to think about!
  Natasha suggested:
  - Maybe we should rape the prisoners?
  The girls laughed at this joke.
  In general, the beauties here are temperamental. And terribly amorous. War makes girls aggressive. The warriors continued to offer their bare, dusty feet to the captives for kissing. They liked it.
  Then, more interesting performances began. Fireworks exploded into the sky. And it was quite fun. Music played, drums beat.
  Tsarist Russia conquered Japan. Which, by and large, was expected. The Russian army enjoyed a very high reputation. There was a lot of singing and dancing by barefoot Japanese women.
  Everything is beautiful and rich... In Russia itself, there is also jubilation over the victory. Of course, not everyone rejoiced. For Marxists, this was a crushing blow. The Tsar's authority was strengthened. And his chances increased. Public support was colossal.
  After conquering Japan, Russia continued its policy of expansion into China. Voluntarily, Chinese regions held referendums and joined the empire. Russia's most successful tsar, Nicholas Romanov, pursued a highly successful policy of Russian expansion in the southeast. China was gradually being swallowed up.
  The economy of the Tsarist Empire, having avoided revolutionary upheavals, experienced a rapid economic boom. Roads, factories, plants, bridges, and much more were built. The country sold grain and a wide variety of food products.
  It produced the world's most powerful bombers: the Ilya Muromets and Svyatogor, and the fastest light tanks, the Luna-2. And it had a massive three million soldiers-a peacetime army five times larger than Germany's.
  Tsar Nicholas truly pulled a lucky draw. Now Russian troops are beginning their assault on the Japanese capital. And it's all so wonderful.
  The girls here are, of course, ahead of everyone else, and their drive and exploits are at a great height.
  Especially when they throw grenades with bare feet. This generally causes shock and awe among samurai.
  And here they are, climbing the wall of the Japanese capital. And chopping men and horses into pieces. They've smashed their opponents into pieces. They advance, the girls screaming and laughing! And with their bare heels they kick people in the chins. The Japanese fly head over heels. And fall onto their stakes.
  And the warriors wave their sabers even more powerfully.
  And the samurai suffered defeat after defeat. Now the Russian troops have taken Tokyo.
  Five child warriors slap their bare feet and say:
  - It's even a pity that such a fairy tale is ending!
  Mikado runs in fear, but he can't escape. And so the girls take him prisoner and tie him up!
  A magnificent victory! The Japanese Emperor abdicates in favor of Nicholas II. The title of Russian Tsar is significantly extended. Korea, Mongolia, Manchuria, the Kuril Islands, Taiwan, and Japan itself become Russian provinces. Although Japan enjoys a small, limited autonomy, its emperor is Russian, an autocratic Tsar!
  Nicholas II remains an absolute monarch, unlimited in every way. He is the Autocratic Tsar!
  And now also the Emperor of Japan, Yellow Russia, Bogdykhan, Khan, Kagan, and so on, so on, so on...
  CHAPTER No 18.
  Yes, luck was the main factor. Just notice how much luck Putin managed to conquer! The twenty-first century, alas, isn't exactly conducive to conquest!
  And what good does it do Russia that Putin's enemy McCain died of brain cancer? It's certainly a stroke of luck; you couldn't even dream up a plot to have your enemy die such a nasty and unpleasant death!
  But the return for Russia is zero.
  But for Nicholas II, Putin's good fortune and good fortune resulted in major territorial gains. And really, why would fortune give Putin gifts? How did Russia benefit from Sobchak's timely death and the avoidance of the appointment of head of the Constitutional Court?
  And Tsar Nicholas II of All Rus' was an extraordinary figure. Naturally, after such a great victory, his power and authority were strengthened. This means some reforms can be implemented. Particularly in Orthodoxy! Allowing nobles to have four wives, as in Islam. And also granting soldiers the right to a second wife as a reward for heroic deeds and faithful service.
  A fine reform! Since the number of non-believers and foreigners in the empire has grown, the number of Russians must increase. But how can this be done? By recruiting women from other nations. After all, if a Russian were to marry three Chinese women, he would have children with them, and what nationality would these children be?
  Of course, Russian on our father's side! And that's great! Nicholas II, possessing a progressive mind, was more religious in appearance than in soul. And, of course, he put religion at the service of the state, and not the other way around!
  Nicholas II thus strengthened his authority among the elite. This was something the men had long desired. He also accelerated the Russification of the outskirts.
  Well, the priests didn't object either. Especially since faith had weakened in the twentieth century. And religion served the Tsar, without much faith in God!
  But military victories made Nicholas popular with the people, and those accustomed to authoritarianism were reluctant to change much. The Russians had never known any other kind of government!
  And the economy is booming, wages are rising. Ten percent growth every year. Really, why change?
  In 1913, for the Romanovs' tercentenary, Tsar Nicholas II once again reduced the workday to 10.5 hours, and on Saturdays and days before holidays, to eight hours. The number of days off and holidays also increased. The date of Japan's surrender, the Tsar's birthday, the Tsarina's birthday, and the day of the coronation were also celebrated as holidays.
  After it was discovered that the heir to the throne suffered from hemophilia, Tsar Nicholas took a second wife. Thus, the question of succession was resolved.
  But a major war was looming. Germany dreamed of redividing the world. However, Tsarist Russia was ready for war.
  In 1910, the Russians annexed Beijing and expanded their empire. Britain agreed to this in exchange for an alliance against Germany.
  The Tsarist army was the largest and most powerful. Its peacetime strength reached three million and a thousand regiments. Germany had only six hundred thousand in peacetime. Then there was Austria-Hungary, but its troops were incapable of combat!
  But the Germans are still planning to fight France and Britain. How can they possibly manage two fronts?
  The Russians have the world's first mass-produced Luna-2 light tanks, as well as four-engine Ilya Muromets bombers, machine-gun-equipped Alexander fighters, and much more. And, of course, a powerful navy.
  Germany has no equal forces.
  And the Germans even decided to attack, into Belgium and bypass Paris. There was absolutely no chance for them here.
  But the war began anyway. Germany made its fateful move. And its troops advanced on Belgium. But the forces were unequal. Russian troops were already advancing across Prussia and Austria-Hungary. And the Luna-2 tank, with a speed of 40 kilometers per hour, is already a colossal force.
  And mind you, Tsar Nicholas was lucky that the war started. Even the Tsar himself wouldn't have attacked Germany. But the Russians had a vast, overwhelming superiority in forces, tanks, superior artillery, and superior air power in both quantity and quality. And a stronger economy, which helped them avoid the recession caused by the revolution and defeat in the war. And so it was, a steady rise and success after success.
  The Germans were clearly under attack. And now they themselves have launched their main attack against France and Britain. And what else could they do?
  And Italy went and declared war on Austria-Hungary! The only good thing is that Turkey entered the war against Russia. But that's even better for the Tsar; he can finally take back Constantinople and the Straits! So...
  And then there are the four witches, the eternally youthful Rodnovers Natasha, Zoya, Aurora, and Svetlana, in battle! And they're going to hit! They're going to hit both the Germans and the Turks!
  But of course there is also Pippi Longstocking, and along with her Tommy and Anika, and these children also use their formidable and very cool magic wands.
  And then Pippi Longstocking goes and hits the enemy with a pulsar. And bits of German soldiers fly in all directions.
  The girl exclaims:
  - Checkmate!
  Annika also hits the enemy with something extremely deadly, and at the same time turns the Kaiser's men into chocolate bars.
  After which he chirps:
  - Sweden is cooler than Germany!
  Tommy, this boy who also became a real terminator and is the coolest fighter, muttered:
  - We are invincible!
  And he waved his magic wand.
  Oleg noticed, making a windmill with his swords and cutting down the Germans:
  - And really, competing with us is like kissing sharks!
  Margarita giggled, cut at the Kaiser's men and noted:
  - Kissing sharks isn't so bad!
  After which the children burst out laughing.
  Then they shoved their bare toes into their mouths and whistled deafeningly. And the terrified crows, suffering a massive heart attack, fell to the ground, piercing the Germans' heads with their beaks.
  Pippi Longstocking muttered:
  - This is lovely!
  Annika corrected herself by launching a boomerang disk with her bare toes:
  - It would be more correct to say - hyperpulsar!
  Tommy countered, waving his wands and performing transformations:
  - More precisely, hyperquasar!
  And the children snapped their bare toes. As a result, a literal rain of chocolate drops and caramels rained down on the Germans. Marmalade and chocolate bars also fell, along with drips of condensed milk and vanilla, and many other sweet and fluffy things.
  Writer and poet Oleg Rybachenko woke up. As always, the young witch-sorceress fulfilled her promise, giving Nicholas II the fortune of Vladimir Putin, and now Oleg Rybachenko must fulfill his. Awakening was not easy. A harsh whip struck his boyish body. He jumped. Yes, Oleg Rybachenko is now a muscular boy, chained by his arms and legs. His body is tanned to the point of blackness, lean and sinewy, with defined muscles. A truly strong and resilient slave, with tough skin so hardened that the overseer's blows cannot cut it. You run with the other boys to breakfast, rising from the gravel where the young slaves sleep completely naked and without blankets. True, it is warm here, a climate like Egypt. And the boy is naked, only chains. They're quite long, though, and don't really interfere with walking or working. But you can't take long strides in them.
  Before eating, you rinse your hands in the stream. You get your ration: a mash of rice and rotten pieces of fish. However, to a hungry slave boy, this seems like a delicacy. And then you go to the mine. The sun hasn't risen yet, and it's quite pleasant.
  The boy's bare feet had become so rough and calloused that the sharp stones didn't hurt at all, they even tickled pleasantly.
  Quarries where children under sixteen work. Of course, they have smaller wheelbarrows and tools. But they have to work fifteen or sixteen hours, just like adults.
  It stinks, so they relieve themselves right at the quarries. The work isn't difficult: chopping stones with picks, then carrying them in baskets or on stretchers. Sometimes they have to push a mine cart, too. Usually, boys push them in twos and threes. But Oleg Rybachenko is assigned alone; he's very strong. And he wields a pick like a grown man. He has a much bigger task to accomplish than the others.
  It's true, they give more and more often. Three times a day, not two.
  The slave boy, whose body Oleg Rybachenko possessed, has been here for several years now. He's obedient, hardworking, and has mastered every movement to the point of automatism. He's truly incredibly strong, resilient, and practically tireless. Yet, the boy has barely grown, and now appears to be no more than twelve, though of average height for his age.
  But he has the strength... of several adults. A young hero. Who, however, will probably never grow an adult, and will never grow a beard.
  And thank God! As a writer and poet, Oleg Rybachenko didn't like shaving. You work and break stones, crumble them. And into the basket. Then you carry it to the cart. It's hard to push, so the children take turns.
  The boys here are almost black, but their facial features are either European, Indian, or Arab. In fact, the European ones are far more prevalent.
  Oleg looks at them closely. The slaves are not allowed to speak; they are beaten with a whip.
  Oleg Rybachenko is also keeping quiet for now. He's studying. Besides the male guards, there are also women. They're also cruel and use whips.
  Not all boys have skin as tough as Oleg's. Many of them crack and bleed. The guards can beat them to death. The work is very hard, and the boys begin to sweat profusely, especially when the sun rises.
  And here there's not just one sun, but two. And that makes the day very long. And there's a lot of work. The boys don't have time to sleep and rest. It's a real torment for them.
  Oleg Rybachenko worked, mechanically chopping and loading. He mixed things up...
  And I imagined what happened after Nicholas II gained the fortune of Russian President Vladimir Putin.
  Natasha, Zoya, Aurora, and Svetlana attack the Austrians in Przemysl. The Russian army immediately took Lvov and attacked the stronghold.
  Girls, barefoot and in bikinis, rush through the city streets.
  They chop down the Austrians and throw small discs with their bare feet.
  At the same time the girls sing:
  - Tsar Nicholas is our messiah,
  A formidable ruler of mighty Russia...
  The whole world is shaking - where will it pass?
  Let's sing for Nikolai!
  Natasha chops down the Austrians, throws a grenade with her bare toes and sings:
  - For Rus'!
  Zoya also crushes enemies and sings along with aplomb:
  - For the Tsarist Empire!
  And a grenade thrown by her bare foot flies! What a killer girl! She can crush a jaw and drink the sea!
  And Aurora, too, will throw the discus with her bare toes, scatter the Austrians and squeal:
  - For the greatness of Russia!
  And he bares his very sharp teeth! Which sparkle like fangs.
  Svetlana doesn"t forget to give in either, and roars:
  - Rus' of the Holy and Invincible Nicholas II!
  The girl is showing tremendous passion. She's tossing things around with her bare feet and throwing presents!
  Pippi Longstocking is also full of energy and excitement. And her magic wand transforms. The girl chirps:
  Sometimes a birch, sometimes a rowan,
  A raspberry bush across the river...
  My native land, beloved forever,
  Where else can you find one like this?
  Where else can you find one like this!
  Annika giggled and also fired a fiery and lethal pulsar at the enemy, saying:
  - For great Sweden!
  Oleg snapped his bare toes, causing several multi-colored bubbles to fly out, striking the enemy troops, and corrected:
  - For a great Russia!
  Tommy, the fighting boy, noted aggressively, shooting lightning bolts from his magic wand:
  - A great victory awaits us!
  Margarita noted, baring her pearly teeth, sparkling them like a mirror:
  - For great achievements!
  Natasha, firing and chopping, and throwing lethal weapons with her bare feet, squeals:
  - I love my Rus'! I love my Rus'! And I'll saw you all apart!
  And Zoya also shoots and howls, throwing something explosive with her bare toes:
  - Great Tsar Nicholas! Let the mountains and seas belong to him!
  Aurora, screaming with wild, frenzied rage and throwing presents with her bare toes, howls:
  - No one will stop us! No one will defeat us! Dashing girls crush the enemies with their bare feet, with their bare heels!
  And again the girls are in a wild rush. They seize Przemysl on the fly and sing, composing as they go;
  Glory to our holy Rus',
  There are many future victories in it...
  The girl runs barefoot,
  And there is no one more beautiful in the world!
  
  We are dashing Rodnovers,
  Witches are always barefoot...
  Girls really love the guys,
  Of your furious beauty!
  
  We will never give in,
  We will not bend to our enemies...
  Even though we have bare feet,
  There will be a lot of bruises!
  
  Girls prefer to rush,
  Barefoot in the frost...
  We are truly wolf cubs,
  We can punch!
  
  There is no one to stop us,
  The formidable horde of Fritzes...
  And we don"t wear shoes,
  Satan is afraid of us!
  
  The girls serve God Rod,
  Which is, of course, great...
  We are for glory and freedom,
  The Kaiser will be a nasty bit!
  
  For Russia, which is the most beautiful of all,
  The fighters rise...
  We ate some greasy porridge,
  The fighters are unbending!
  
  No one will stop us,
  Girl power is gigantic...
  And he won"t shed a tear,
  Because we are talent!
  
  No girl can't bend,
  They are always strong...
  They fight fiercely for the Fatherland,
  May your dream come true!
  
  There will be happiness in the universe,
  The Sun will be above the Earth...
  With your imperishable wisdom,
  Bury the Kaiser with a bayonet!
  
  The sun always shines for people,
  Over the vast country,
  Adults and children are happy,
  And every fighter is a hero!
  
  There is no such thing as too much happiness,
  I believe that we will be lucky...
  Let the bad weather dissipate -
  And shame and disgrace to the enemies!
  
  Our family God is so supreme,
  There is no one more beautiful than Him...
  We will become higher in soul,
  So that everyone would be angry and vomit!
  
  We will defeat our enemies, I believe,
  With us is the White God, the God of the Russians...
  The idea will be a joy,
  Don't let evil into your doorstep!
  
  Well, in short, to Jesus,
  Let us always be faithful...
  He is the Russian God, listen,
  He lies that he is a Jew, Satan!
  
  No, in fact, God Almighty,
  Our Holy Main Family...
  How reliable He is as a roof,
  And his Son-God Svarog!
  
  Well, in short, for Russia,
  There is no shame in dying...
  And the girls are the most beautiful of all,
  The woman's strength is like that of a bear!
  There are already six girls: Anastasia, Aurora, Augustina, Zoya, Natasha, Svetlana.
  And with them are five more magical children, capable of doing something extremely extraordinary.
  Oleg took it and exclaimed:
  - We shouldn't fall on our knees!
  Margarita agreed with this, clicking her bare toes:
  - We will show no mercy to the executioners!
  Pippi Longstocking, beating the enemy, blurted out:
  - The Kaiser's axe awaits!
  Annika added with a smile:
  - To the big races!
  Tommy squeaked:
  - And roll call!
  They are all such beauties that appeared as a result of the shift in the time fields of the hypernoosphere.
  The incredibly lucky Putin passed on his phenomenal good fortune to Nicholas II, and the payoff was colossal. And witch girls began appearing more and more often. Of course, six witches wouldn't win a war alone, but who said they'd fight alone?
  What was somewhat worse was that Tsar Nicholas II, despite such phenomenal luck, didn't fight very often. Although he did fight often. His empire, like Genghis Khan's, was swelling. It had a large population, the largest army in the world. It included both Persians and Chinese. Now Russian troops had entered Baghdad, advancing from the east and crushing Turkey, which had carelessly entered the war.
  And there the girls are fighting... Przemysl has fallen... Russian troops are advancing. And they are still singing songs.
  Autocracy rules in Rus',
  You, Lenin, missed your chance for power...
  Christ faithfully defend the Fatherland,
  To kick the enemy straight in the mouth!
  
  A bandit attacked my homeland,
  The enemy wants to trample the royal chambers...
  I love Jesus with all my heart -
  The soldiers go on the attack singing!
  
  In Russia, every knight is a giant,
  And he's been a hero almost since he was in cradle...
  Our king is like God on the whole Earth, one and the same,
  The silvery laughter of the girls flows!
  
  The Russian world is beautiful no matter how you look at it,
  In it the glory of the Orthodox shines...
  We cannot stray from the blessed path,
  The falcon will not turn into a parrot!
  
  Russia is the greatest of countries-
  The holy one shows the way to the universe...
  True, a hurricane of death swept through,
  Here is a girl running barefoot in blood!
  
  We, the knights, will unite and win.
  We will unite and throw the Germans into the hell...
  A cherub guardian over the Motherland,
  I believe the bandits, it will be extremely bad!
  
  We will defend the throne of the Fatherland,
  The land of Russia is proud and free...
  The Wehrmacht is facing a crushing defeat,
  The blood of the knights will be shed nobly!
  
  We will finish our journey by conquering Berlin,
  The Russian flag will decorate the universe-
  We, together with the autocrat, will command:
  Throw all your strength into peace and creation!
  The girls sing and fight really well. They bring their enemies to their knees and make them kiss their beautiful, dusty heels.
  The Kaiser, of course, realized he was in deep trouble. The Tsar's army was stronger and had more equipment. True, Skobelev was gone, but there were other, younger and equally capable commanders. They were crushing the Germans and forcing them to surrender.
  And the galaxy of girls is completely immortal and sings to themselves;
  We are angels of harsh goodness,
  We crush and kill everyone, without mercy...
  When the horde invaded the country,
  Let's prove that they are not monkeys at all!
  
  We have known pain since early childhood,
  We've been used to fighting since we were in diapers...
  Let the feat of the knights be glorified
  Although my figure looks terribly thin!
  
  Believe me, you can"t stop me from living beautifully,
  It is even more beautiful to die beautifully...
  So don't cry in tears, baby,
  We are links of a monolithic collective!
  
  And the land of the Soviets is soft,
  In it, every person is always free!
  Know the peoples, one family,
  And the Russian knight is brave and noble!
  
  It is given to comprehend the feat of the knights,
  To the one who is brave in his own proud hearts...
  Believe me, our life is not a movie,
  We are under cover: gray, black!
  
  A cascade of streams poured out like diamonds,
  The fighter laughs like a child himself...
  After all, you are a child born of Rus',
  And the voice is young, loud, very clear!
  
  Here is the dragon of a hundred heads defeated,
  We will show the world our calling...
  We are millions of people from different countries,
  Let us immediately feel the breath of the Lord!
  
  Then everyone will be resurrected after death,
  And paradise will be beautiful and blooming...
  The Most High will be glorified on Earth,
  And the edge will bloom in radiance, it will become thicker!
  This is how the final stage of the conquest of new lands for Russia took place.
  CHAPTER No 20.
  Pippi Longstocking, Annika and Tommy were on their way back to Sweden.
  They were quite cheerful and happy. Oleg and Margarita were with them. A boy from another era suggested:
  - Do you want to play?
  And he turned on the bracelet's hologram. Tommy perked up and asked:
  - What are we going to play now?
  The boy-terminator readily answered:
  - Anything! We have the widest choice! But we boys, of course, love to play war!
  Tommy laughed and asked:
  - Will I have my own army?
  Oleg nodded in agreement:
  - Of course it will!
  Annika giggled and replied:
  - Although this is great, I am already so sick of war that it is terribly boring!
  Pippi Longstocking noticed:
  - Yes, war gets boring. And yet, no one can do without it.
  The whole history of mankind is one continuous war.
  Tommy chirped:
  - Well, then let's cut ourselves!
  Five kids decide to play something space-themed on the computer. True, at first you're given only five units-in this case, barefoot girls in bikinis. And a thousand units of certain resources, including food. Then you start building without ceremony. First, a community center for producing other units. Then a mill, wells, mines with deposits, and much more.
  This is how cities are built, and of considerable size. Of course, there's an academy of sciences, a military academy, a mint-all of it.
  Of course, when you build them. And they also have barracks and factories. At first, more primitive ones. From bows and spears, swords. And then the production of ballistas, catapults, and much more. In particular, something like Greek fire. Which also burns fiery.
  And then guns appear. At first, more primitive ones, loaded from the barrel. But then more complex ones, which fire yards from the breech. And then bombs, and unicorns are created. And much more.
  And the Academy of Sciences is working. Annika, to her surprise, discovers the world of computer games. And not just simple ones, but military-economic strategies. How captivating it is. It's like running a real empire.
  Here are the first tank factories. There's plenty of room for development here. The very first tanks are pretty cool-from the Entente era. And the first planes-they were just airplanes. But things got more complex later. And bombers. First twin-engine, then four-engine. That's a real force, too. And the game is superb. And Annika made her moves...
  Unnoticed, the girl mechanically took a sip of her chocolate cocktail and fell asleep, dreaming.
  A small, beautiful house was nestled in a blooming garden. Vineyards grew here, lush flowers bloomed, and it was wonderfully pleasant and beautiful. Even a fountain in front of the house sent forth clear, crystal streams. Everything seemed wondrous, magical on this spring day.
  Yet the beautiful, slender, fair-haired woman seemed so sad. Her gloved hands held a fan, which she waved away.
  A beautiful, rosy-cheeked girl of about sixteen ran up to her and asked with a smile:
  - Mom, why are you so sad?
  The woman replied with a sigh:
  - Girl, I just heard terrible news - your father died!
  The girl threw up her hands:
  - Charles D'Artagnan is killed!
  The woman nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, my daughter! And this is terrible news!
  The girl was torn apart and burst into tears.
  A boy ran toward them. A fair-haired boy of about twelve, very much like his mother. He shouted, waving his sword:
  - I will avenge you, D'Artagnan!
  The woman nodded and, having calmed down, said:
  - He died in the war with the Dutch! And that happened a few months ago!
  The boy stamped his booted foot and growled:
  - I want to go to war and fight!
  The mother nodded to her son:
  "You're a great guy, a real hero, and just like your father! But you're still too young to join the army! Grow up and learn!"
  The boy remarked aggressively:
  "D'Artagnan's son is already an academician from birth! And I'm ready to go further and conquer different countries with my sword!"
  Mom shook her head and said:
  - You naughty boy! Finish school first! And then you can join the musketeer regiment!
  The girl noticed:
  "Our father is a count! That means Edmond D'Artagnan will now inherit the count's title and his estate!"
  The young woman nodded in agreement:
  "That's true! But we need to submit special papers to the king for approval. They contain a written confirmation from the bishop of our marriage and D'Artagnan's recognition of our children. And, of course, a will for our family!"
  The boy's eyes flashed and he said:
  "I'm a count now! So I'll go to Paris right now and enter the royal service!"
  The young woman remarked:
  "Yes, you will go, but you will study at the university! And you will be accompanied by an experienced and seasoned servant. Together, you will present the papers to the king and enter into your inheritance rights!"
  The boy whistled and noted:
  - I've always dreamed of visiting Paris! It would be so wonderful!
  The young woman nodded:
  "Grimaud will accompany you! Get ready for the journey, my little rooster. Just remember, you're still young and no match for grown men in a fight, so don't pick on anyone needlessly!"
  Edmond shouted back and clenched his fists:
  - I can stand up for myself!
  The beautiful woman nodded:
  "You'll go with Grimaud tomorrow morning... But for now, let's get to the table, children! Let's remember your father and after dinner we'll go to the chapel and light candles for the repose of his soul!"
  The boy slammed his fist hard on the table and declared:
  - My father will be an archangel in God's garden!
  The girl nodded:
  - God willing!
  And the children ran to the table set by the servants, ready to honor the memory of their famous father, glorified by many exploits.
  The table looked quite decent and rich, although the family had been living in debt for a long time.
  Chevalier Constance de D'Artagnan's mother was preparing her son for the journey. She was a noblewoman of rare beauty, from an ancient but impoverished family. She had blonde hair with slightly curled curls. She was very similar to her first love, Constance, only much more graceful, with a sense of aristocratic lineage and brighter, lighter hair.
  Constance has a girlish waist, and you wouldn't think she's more than twenty-five. Her face is fresh, and her teeth are pearly. She's not so simple, and she's an excellent swordsman. It's no wonder Charles D'Artagnan fell in love with her with all his heart and soul.
  And he married her in secret, but practically no one knew about it. Not even D'Artagnan's friends!
  And everyone thought that such a wonderful and charismatic person had passed away without leaving any legitimate heirs.
  But D'Artagnan's beautiful daughter, very much like her mother, is tall and beautiful, and so is her son. He's also a very handsome boy, with snow-white hair from his blonde mother, though his father is black-haired. Edmond doesn't look much like his father in appearance, but he's just as bold, agile, of normal height for his age, and an excellent ambidextrous swordsman.
  The father loved his son and taught him, and the mother had been a swordsman since childhood. It was quite a story when they met the father.
  Charles D'Artagnan had a reputation as a perpetual bachelor and womanizer. So he chose to keep his secret marriage a secret from the public. His will was also kept secret, even from his friends.
  The four had an agreement to inherit each other's fortunes. Apparently, the captain of the king's musketeers was embarrassed by this and secretly wrote a will in favor of his wife and children.
  And D'Artagnan's fortune was considerable. First, he inherited the estates of Porthos and Athos, and second, the king himself had granted him a title and a county. Plus, there were his previous savings. Now, all of this was going to Aramis. But Aramis was already a duke, a general of the Jesuit Order, and his fortune was immeasurable. So what good was D'Artagnan's inheritance to him? In any case, Constance was certain that the last of D'Artagnan's surviving friends would refuse such a gift.
  And his son, Edmond, will inherit the count's title and a considerable amount of land. Plus Porthos's three castles, Athos's castle, and D'Artagnan's own. And their cozy little house.
  The boy kept jumping up and down, restless. Grimaud's servant was a tall, broad-shouldered man of middle age. He was also a skilled swordsman, an excellent shot, and physically strong. Constance was confident that, should anything happen, he would protect her impudent son. He certainly fought like a devil, but was still a small boy-a mere child.
  It would be a good idea for him to study at the University of Paris and then obtain a rank in the royal guard.
  The boy swung his sword and cut the butterfly, growling:
  - I will avenge you, father! May the murderers be cursed!
  Constance replied with a smile:
  - This is war! And I hope you will also become a Marshal of France!
  Edmond replied boldly:
  - No! I want to be emperor! And create my own empire like Genghis Khan. Conquer a hundred nations and take two hundred capitals!
  Mom laughed and kissed the boy on the forehead:
  - My Genghis Khan! Be careful. There's so much evil and envious people in the world! Danger lurks everywhere!
  The boy looked at the lilac bush, which was blooming so lushly and emitting a pleasant scent, and chirped:
  - Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up,
  In a fight with hell, don"t cry and don"t be shy...
  Smile, smile, smile,
  Know that with a smile on your face, the road is more fun!
  They had a farewell breakfast together. Edmond's sister, Elvira, was sad. She felt sorry for her father. It was also a shame that they were informed of his death half a year later.
  After D'Artagnan's death, the war was no longer as successful as it had been at the beginning. The Dutch resisted stubbornly. The Sun King waged war and expanded his domain, seeking new colonies and greater glory. His right-hand man, Colbert, became Minister of Finance, effectively the first minister, overseeing the economy and finances, among other things.
  D'Artagnan's successor has still not been determined, with various groups vying for the position.
  Edmond ate quickly, like all boys. He gobbled down the meat salad, devoured the suckling pig, and felt heavy. The child's full belly was pushing him down.
  And the boy hurried to mount his horse. He was eager to reach Paris, even though the journey was quite long. And he was eager to enjoy battles, fights, and other adventures.
  Mom handed him the belt and said:
  - It contains the papers relating to our marriage to your father, the will, the recognition of our children, and the inheritance we are to receive. You should be a count!
  Edmond growled:
  - I will become a duke! No, an emperor!
  Constance pointed her finger:
  - Don't chatter! They don't like chatterboxes in the courtyard, and you could end up in the Bastille!
  The boy answered boldly:
  - I will break all the bars and pierce the commandant"s belly with a sword!
  Mom laughed and turned to Grimaud:
  - Make sure my son doesn't get into trouble!
  The servant remarked:
  - I'll do my best! Your son is a real devil! And he loves to fight...
  Constance sighed. Her son loved to fight, and would attack the village boys at the slightest provocation. And yet, he was easy-going and cheerful. Like all his peers, he had tried wine early, and loved to sing and use his fists. He was strong beyond his years, and most importantly, agile. He would go far!
  Unless, of course, he breaks his neck. And that's possible.
  The boy mounted a white horse. His was a fine specimen, from the royal stables. In this regard, Edmond was a clear winner compared to his father. His horse was a beauty, with such a lush mane. Only the rider himself looked a bit small in comparison.
  But the boy sat so dexterously in the saddle that there was no doubt who was the rider and who was under the saddle.
  Servant Grimaud rode on a black horse, and it was even beautiful: black and white together.
  Edmond wore shiny boots with spurs and a luxurious suit. He was a musketeer himself, albeit a small one.
  After saying goodbye to their mother and sister, and several other servants, the couple moved on.
  Edmond pranced on a white horse, a handsome and very smart boy with a sword and a pair of pistols in his belt.
  A heavily armed servant accompanied him. They made an interesting pair: a young nobleman and his escort in a black suit.
  The sister remarked with a smile:
  - You little knight are simply gorgeous!
  Edmond agreed:
  - I am a great warrior!
  After which, the couple began to walk away from the flourishing and lush estate. The boy immediately spurred his horse-he longed for speed and space.
  The boy joyfully began to sing his father's favorite song, which he often performed in front of them;
  It's time, it's time, we'll rejoice in our lifetime,
  To the beauty and the cup, the lucky blade!
  Bye-bye-swaying feathers on their hats,
  Let us whisper to fate more than once: Merci Boku!
  
  The worn saddle creaks again,
  And the wind chills the old wound,
  Where the hell have you ended up, sir?
  Is it really that peace and quiet is beyond your means?
  
  It's time, it's time, we'll rejoice in our lifetime,
  To the beauty and the cup, the lucky blade!
  Bye-bye-swaying feathers on their hats,
  Let us whisper to fate more than once: Merci Boku!
  
  Paris needs money - C'est la vie,
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  And he needs knights, even more so!
  But what is a knight without love?
  And what is a knight without luck?!
  It's time, it's time, we'll rejoice in our lifetime,
  To the beauty and the cup, the lucky blade!
  Bye-bye-swaying feathers on their hats,
  Let us whisper to fate more than once: Merci Boku!
  The boy sang and began to turn his head in all directions. How wonderful it is in the south of France in spring, everything is in bloom and the air is filled with honey and the scent of herbs and exotic fruits.
  Edmond drew his sword from its sheath and began swinging it. He acted energetically, with great enthusiasm. And his blade traced circles in the air. And this mesmerized the boy.
  A boy rides down the road, waving his weapon vigorously. Then he starts chopping down branches with his saber. Leaves and various trees scatter in all directions.
  Edmond is completely delighted, and it seems to him that the enemies of France are falling under his blows.
  And he fights with a whole army...
  Along the way, two children, about ten years old-a boy and a girl-appeared. Seeing the menacing boy chopping branches and his equally menacing-looking servant, the children took off running, their round, dusty, bare heels flashing.
  Edmond shouted after him:
  - I'll give you a beating!
  And how he laughed... Grimaud noticed:
  - There is no need to frighten children of valor!
  The boy almost poked the servant in the eye with the tip of his sword and yelled:
  - Shut up! Or you'll become crooked like Hannibal!
  And the boy burst out laughing... and stuck out his tongue. He'd been told to. He felt like a grown man, and a real fighter. It felt like he could move mountains.
  Grimaud noted:
  - There might be more serious guys in the city!
  Edmond squeaked:
  - I will fight for the king and for myself!
  And he twirled his sword again. He was terribly cool and interested in literally everything.
  And the boy was bursting with curiosity. He wanted a lot and right away.
  But as they rode through the forest, nothing interesting happened. Then two peasant women passed by. One was a woman of about thirty in rough shoes, the other a very young girl, barefoot and wearing a shorter, more modest dress.
  They bowed to the boy. He leaned over and tickled the girl's bare, round heel with the tip of his sword. She smiled back and squeaked:
  - Monseigneur, whatever you want!
  The boy giggled and replied:
  - Nothing yet! Although you do have some milk!
  The girl held out a small jug. The boy drank a little and nodded to them:
  - Go in peace!
  The woman and the girl moved. Edmond thought that when he was older, he would have a wife. Or maybe even several. Just like the Arabs - harems! It would be nice to have three hundred wives!
  And they would dance and sing songs! Women are so beautiful when they are young.
  But the years spoil them terribly, turning them into old women - hunchbacked and wrinkled.
  And it"s such an ugliness - it"s disgusting to look at!
  But in their youth, almost all women are beautiful, and you admire them. I especially like them when they have light hair; then their faces acquire a unique charm.
  Here is his mother, young and beautiful, and he hopes she will never grow old.
  And when he grows up, he will surpass his father and become the greatest warrior.
  The boy began to sing D'Artagnan's favorite song again;
  Draw your swords, nobles!
  The dust of Paris is ashes.
  There's blood everywhere - on the Lille fabric,
  On Brabant lace.
  
  If he himself gave you swords,
  How can I stop it?
  Metal flying into the chest,
  Bloodshed, bloodshed?
  
  Duelists, bullies,
  You have crossed blades again.
  You fight for the sake of fighting,
  You shed blood for the sake of laughter.
  
  And when the dying cry
  It will flutter like a bird,
  Your conscience is not for a moment
  It won't wake up, it won't wake up!
  
  Even for the throne on the battlefield
  This is not the first time you have shed blood,
  But there is much more of it
  On the Parisian pavement.
  
  If he himself gave you swords,
  How can I stop it?
  Metal flying into the chest,
  Bloodshed, bloodshed?
  Annika woke up, Tommy poked her in the side with his finger:
  - What are you sleeping for? Oleg has already taken over your planet!
  The girl was indignant:
  - Why didn't you wake me up?
  Pippi Longstocking answered confidently:
  - Because you're really tired! And we're tired too! And we wouldn't mind sleeping!
  Margarita noted:
  "Although there have been many events, you still have time. You could go somewhere else. For example, would you like to travel to an alternate universe where Hitler first conquered Britain and all its colonies, then the USA, and only attacked the USSR in 1946?"
  This is very interesting!
  Oleg confirmed:
  "Hitler has millions of soldiers, including foreign divisions, under arms, E-series tanks, jet aircraft, even disc-shaped aircraft, and ballistic missiles. And then there's Japan advancing from the east. With such a balance of power, war is quite interesting!"
  Tommy squeaked:
  - Wow! This is an interesting mission! I see you're real monster kids and you can do anything!
  Margarita corrected:
  - Outwardly, we are like children, and not monsters, but we serve good!
  Annika noted with a chuckle:
  - But was Stalin good?
  Oleg answered with a sweet look:
  "Stalin, on the one hand, is evil, of course. But the Communists never put one nation above another and were internationalists. But the Nazis did. So..."
  Pippi Longstocking cried out at the top of her voice:
  - For our victory over the enemy! Glory to Sweden!
  Annika nodded in agreement:
  "The best thing would be to help Charles XII defeat Peter the Great and conquer the world! That would be so much cooler!"
  Tommy confirmed:
  - That's exactly it - it's much cooler!
  Oleg chuckled and replied:
  - Then guess the riddle! If you can, we'll help you defeat Peter the Great, who was also a kind bastard!
  The Swedish boy stamped his bare foot and squeaked:
  - Okay, make a wish!
  The Terminator boy asked a question:
  - What is faster than the wind and slower than a turtle!
  Pippi giggled and remarked:
  "That's too easy a riddle! And why the wind? A cheetah can run faster than the wind, let alone a race car or an airplane!"
  Margarita confirmed:
  - That's exactly it, you should say faster than a photon! Then it will be more accurate!
  Oleg noted:
  "Then the turtle isn't the slowest person. Maybe we should compare it to something else, like a slug?"
  Tommy chuckled and replied:
  - But isn"t the meaning of the riddle abstract?
  The boy-terminator confirmed:
  - Yes, abstract!
  The Swedish boy replied:
  - Then it's thoughts! A thought is simultaneously faster than a photon and slower than a turtle!
  Oleg whistled:
  - Wow! You're something else! How did that happen!?
  Tommy replied:
  - I think - therefore I exist!
  Annika squeaked:
  "Well, my brother guessed it right! Now, go fulfill your promise and fly and help Charles XII win!"
  Pippi Longstocking confirmed:
  - Exactly! If you promised, then keep it!
  Oleg noted:
  - What about the fact that they wait three years for what's promised? Or even three centuries?
  Tommy flared up:
  - No! We'll fly right now!
  Margarita noted:
  "The deadline for fulfilling the promise is not specified! Remember how in the cartoon Petya and the Wolf, a contract was signed with Likho without a specified deadline!"
  Annika squealed and cried out, stamping her bare feet:
  - This is not fair at all! Come on, help Karl!
  Pippi Longstocking replied and summed it up:
  "Of course we'll help Charles XII! We can't do without it! But for now, let's go with this mission: World War III-the USSR on one side and the USA on the other!"
  Oleg growled:
  - I will not fight against the USSR!
  Annika squeaked:
  - And I will not fight against the USA!
  Margarita nodded:
  - Yes, we have differences here! We are all united against Hitler, but in this case, I think Pippi is more for America!
  The girl movie heroine replied:
  - We can even cast lots here! I'm completely neutral in this case!
  Tommy suggested:
  - Then let's fight against Hitler, who has taken over the entire world! That will be much better than other ideas!
  Oleg took it and sang:
  We are peaceful people, but our armored train has managed to accelerate to the speed of light. We will fight for a brighter tomorrow, and we will butt heads!
  Margarita objected to this:
  - It's better to kiss! And love each other!
  Pippi Longstocking summed it up:
  Immortal glory was won in battles,
  For Sweden, the Motherland, together with Russia...
  We will achieve victory in all generations,
  And believe me, we will be the happier people in the universe!
  CHAPTER No 21.
  Well, Alexander Rybachenko, the leader of a gang of juvenile child thieves who robbed the dachas of Nazis and their collaborators in Odessa and financed the partisans, continued to write in the catacombs.
  The triumvirate of Kylo, Vader, and Snoke seized control of the planet Fyr. And the victory was so resounding. Two boys and a girl dipped their bare feet in the blood and left behind graceful, beautiful footprints.
  Kylo exclaimed:
  - I feel the dark side of the force within myself like never before!
  Vader noted:
  "It's so good to be a boy. Your body is small, agile, nimble, and it brings you immense pleasure, unlike in your previous form, when you're half-cyborg! And in a mechanical body, you're not quite alive!"
  Snoke, with a pearl-like smile, remarked:
  "And how beautiful I am now. In my previous body, I was so disgusting that I pretended to be a man!"
  Two boys and a girl stood up and shouted in unison:
  - Glory to the Emperor! May his will be done, as the will of the Almighty God!
  After which the triumvirate began to move to the asteroid. The girl and the boys headed toward the combat boat. They ran in, their bare, pink, round heels flashing.
  Then they rushed off. The asteroid contained both rebels and smugglers. And there was a chance to seize rich loot.
  The clone children and the girl acted swiftly. They held a lightsaber in each hand. And they began to cut down the aliens. There were different species of life here, but they were similar in form to humans.
  Kylo jumped up and kicked some horned guy in the chin with his bare heel. He fell down dead.
  The boy took it and sang:
  The mighty light of the empire
  How the rainbow burns...
  In the immeasurable universe,
  The dark spirit wins!
  Vader, too, this clone boy was jumping and spinning. It looked funny. And the boy's bare heels were kicking the heads of various aggressive types. These are truly some pretty tough fighters.
  Vader uses his lightsabers. They're made of beams and use photons. And the boy snaps his bare toes. And as a result, the opponents' heads opened and they spun like tops. That's the kind of fighters they were. But the boys acted aggressively. And this is how the enemy's hodgepodge got it.
  Snoke fought very aggressively. She even threw clots of energy from the girls' bare feet. That's how aggressive and combative she was.
  The girl took it and sang:
  After all, she is not torn, and the daughter of the Devil,
  I can kill Jedi aggressively!
  Such a girl, not knowing the laser,
  And we will really torment everyone!
  Two boys and a girl were working very hard, swinging their lightsabers and moving very quickly. Their lightsabers spun like the blades of a mill. And it was incredibly beautiful. The Triumvirate is very effective at knocking out opponents. And this boy even threw a clot of annihilation at Kylo with his bare toes. That's the kind of fighter this kid is.
  The Sith girl started singing in her very clear voice:
  I am Chernobog, the daughter of the evil God,
  I create chaos and sow destruction...
  My greatness cannot be overcome,
  Only furious vengeance burns in my soul!
  
  As a child, the girl wanted goodness,
  She wrote poetry and fed cats...
  Began before the very morning,
  The wings of cherubs fluttered above her!
  
  But now I know what evil is,
  What in this world makes one unhappy...
  And what do you say is good?
  I fell passionately in love with destruction!
  
  And she showed her girlish ardor,
  That she became God's sparkling daughter...
  We will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  We will show strength, very powerfully!
  
  Father Great this Chernobog,
  He brings chaos and war into the universe...
  You pray to Svarog to help,
  In fact, you get your reward!
  
  Well, I said, God save us,
  Let anger boil in your heart...
  I believe we will build happiness on blood,
  Let your womb be filled to the brim!
  
  I love cunning, meanness and deception,
  How to fool Stalin the tyrant...
  It won't be possible to expose it to shame,
  And how much fog there is in that world!
  
  So she suggested making a strong move,
  Destroy the evil ones with one blow...
  But I fell in love with the very black God,
  In all matters, both these and the afterlife!
  
  How I found myself accustomed to evil,
  And in the heart there was fury, madly nourished...
  The desire for joy and goodness has disappeared,
  Only anger penetrated from the pedestal!
  
  And what about Stalin? He"s evil too,
  As for Hitler, there's no point in talking about him...
  Genghis Khan was such a cool bandit,
  And how many souls he managed to cripple!
  
  So I say, why keep good,
  If there is not the slightest self-interest in it...
  When you are a woodpecker, your mind is a chisel,
  And when I'm stupid, my thoughts disappear!
  
  This is what I say to myself and to others,
  Serve the force like black ink...
  Then we will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  Waves will scatter across the universe!
  
  We will make evil so strong,
  It will give immortality to rage,
  Those who are weak in spirit have already been blown away,
  And we are the strongest of all people, believe in this!
  
  In short, we will become stronger than everyone everywhere,
  Let us raise the sword of blood over the universe...
  And our rage will be with her too,
  Let us receive a calling full of destiny!
  
  In short, I am faithful to Chernobog,
  I serve this dark force with all my heart...
  My soul is like the wings of an eagle,
  Those who are with the Black God are invincible!
  So the fighting triumvirate took down both the rebels and the smugglers. Afterward, two boys and a girl, both possessing the power of the dark side, began collecting the spoils. The hypertitanium crates contained bars of gold, platinum, and a bright orange metal.
  Darth Vader slapped his bare, childish foot on the box and chirped:
  - And here are industrial diamonds!
  Kylo confirmed, pressing the button with his bare, childish heel and chirping:
  - My unrivaled weapon, let us unite and defend ourselves!
  In addition, they found a supply of plutonium and jewelry here.
  Snoke remarked with a satisfied look:
  - We've got quite a haul! And no losses...
  Among other trophies, Kylo also found a golden peacock studded with precious stones. Another impressive acquisition. The only problem was that the mechanical bird had a broken wing.
  Two boys and a girl decided to grab a bite to eat. First, they tested the captured stewed meat with an analyzer. Although it was made from meat from unknown animals, the analyzer showed it was fit for human consumption.
  Palpatine's empire contained many different races, but the Emperor himself was human, as were his crew. So, even here, humans are ahead of the rest of the galaxy.
  At one point, under Tarkin, who became the Empire's chief ideologist, they began to suppress non-humans. However, this policy was later abandoned. It was not enough to unite all non-humans against the Empire. There were some excesses, though. For example, when they blew up an entire planet. However, Snoke's First Order did even worse, using the energy of a star to blow up a dozen inhabited worlds and fifty empty ones.
  Snoke was a truly vile Inhuman, both literally and figuratively. She truly was loyal to the dark side of the Force from beginning to end. But Vader and Kylo aren't entirely reliable. They didn't have time to purify themselves and atone for their guilt enough to be accepted by the light in life. And now they're back in the grip of darkness.
  At that moment, the triumvirate was devouring canned food and discussing what to do next.
  Snoke suggested:
  "Let's wait and see if Rey is showing signs of strength. She's bound to show off somehow. Besides, if our master gave bodies to spirits, wouldn't she try to do the same?"
  Darth Vader nodded:
  "Resurrection of the dead in the flesh is real. Infuse a soul into a clone, and it will work. And by the way, so much more!"
  Kylo, with his bare boyish toes, tossed a coin of bright orange metal into the air and chanted:
  I don't believe that flesh is everything,
  I have an immortal soul...
  A different life awaits us,
  The account is open and a penalty has accrued!
  Snoke exclaimed:
  - Enough singing, let's get down to business!
  Two boys and a girl sat in the lotus position, straightened their backs and began to meditate!
  Darth Vader imagined his past. When he was a slave boy on Tatooine. A scorching planet. And you, a barefoot child. Even though your soles had hardened, the hot sand still burned, and you could feel it through your calluses like a blazing frying pan. He remembered that. But even in slavery, the boy lived, tinkered, invented little things. And he even managed to build his own robot from parts scavenged from junkyards.
  I wonder where it is now? It would be nice to find it. It's really where Luke Scaoker is. Luke's flesh was destroyed, but the Jedi's spirit remains. A powerful sorceress like Princess Rey could easily return Luke to another body. And then it would continue... What if the soul were annihilated? But the spirit is a special kind of matter, capable of surviving even the detonation of a hypernuclear or thermoquark bomb.
  Snoke exclaimed, snapping her bare toes.
  "I sense a surge of the light side of the force. It's coming from the purple sector."
  Kylo exclaimed:
  - So, they are there! So, we should intervene!
  Dart nodded:
  - Together, the three of us will defeat them! We are excellent masters of the dark side of the force.
  Snoke noted:
  "If Luke's already back, we'll have a hard time dealing with them! Plus, there's Ahsoka Tana with them too. And you, Darth, know very well what a talented student she is! You fought with her in the Clone Wars too!"
  Dart nodded, rubbed the surface with his bare, childish heel and replied:
  "She's incredibly talented and resourceful! And if they can even bring Obiwan Kennobi's spirit to life, I wouldn't risk even our triumvirate fighting a team like that!"
  Snoke noted:
  "All the more reason we should hurry! If Master Yoda returns, then... Imagine what forces of light will awaken!"
  Kylo exclaimed:
  - We must throw our entire space fleet at them!
  The triumvirate cried out in chorus:
  Glory to the empire, glory,
  The ships are rushing forward...
  Our great power,
  The opponents are just zeros!
  Snoke remarked with a grin:
  "If we throw our fleet at them, they'll escape again. We need to be much more careful!"
  Vader replied:
  - What, can't the three of us handle this? Are we that weak or something? No, let's fight for real!
  Kylo noted:
  - We know how to fight, that's for sure, and of course, we won't be afraid of our enemies!
  Snoke exclaimed:
  - Hey, guys! I feel like someone's activated a thermal detonator with a thermoquark bomb. We really need to hurry!
  Kylo shook his head and replied:
  - We can neutralize it!
  The Sith boy flashed his bare heels and broke into a run. Vader followed him. And then Snoke, with her bare pink soles, flashed by.
  Two boys and a girl waved their lightsabers. The armored door burst open. And then something absolutely unique appeared inside. They, Veder, rushed first to the bomb. It was on the detonator. Only seconds remained before the explosion. The Sith girl snapped her bare toes.
  The counter stopped. And both boys removed the detonator. The barefoot team worked quickly. And then they discovered something else. Kylo pulled out a hiding place containing stones. Not diamonds, but something that sparkled even brighter and was harder, and shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow.
  Snoke, being the most experienced in their team, exclaimed:
  - These are the legendary hyperdiamonds! We truly are invincible!
  Vader sang:
  A mighty light from the dark forces,
  Capable of giving happiness to everyone...
  Palpatine inspires us,
  We will tear our enemies to pieces!
  Snoke suddenly screamed. Her bare, graceful, tanned foot was caught in the trap. A bulldog-like jaw clamped down tightly. Sharp steel teeth sank into her bronze skin. The girl tried to pry the trap open with her hands. Her muscles tensed and stood out like steel wire.
  Darth and Kylo also grabbed hold. The boys also used force. And then the trap snapped, the super-strong metal crumbling. However, Snoke's Sith girl's leg was damaged. And it was, shall we say, painful.
  Kylo noted:
  "I can still use the power to heal wounds! Princess Rey taught me!"
  And the boy placed his childish hands on the warrior's bare, crippled leg. Then Kylo tried to concentrate. To remember something pleasant. Like, for example, in a past life, he had been with a girl. But then, through the dark side of the Force, he lost the ability to love, and he had only whores.
  Vader watched the action with interest. Yes, some Jedi could use the Force to heal, albeit minor wounds. But Anakin himself hadn't grown a new arm. Despite all the power the Jedi possessed, Rey seemed to have discovered some special ability within herself.
  Snoke jerked and growled:
  - No need! It'll heal on its own! We've wasted enough time. I feel like Luke Skywalker is already back!
  Vader nodded and replied:
  - I feel my son too! He has appeared and is now in the flesh... and he is a boy just like me!
  Kylo clarified:
  - A boy in body! But a seasoned Jedi in spirit! And a very dangerous one!
  Skoke wiggled the toes of her crippled foot and replied:
  "The bone seems intact, and the flesh will grow back! Clones' flesh even heals faster than normal people's!"
  Vader noted:
  - At least bandage it! The last thing I need is bleeding!
  Kylo noted:
  It's hard to get into a creative frame of mind. All sorts of nasty things keep popping into my head. I need some pleasant thoughts!
  Snoke suggested:
  - Imagine killing your enemies! It feels so good!
  The Sith boy noted:
  - Then lightning bolts of power or something destructive might fly out!
  Snoke giggled and noted:
  "A true, advanced Sith should be able to cast Force lightning. Vader and Kylo haven't mastered that technique yet!"
  Vader noted:
  "I've lost a significant part of my body! Try releasing a bolt of force from a prosthetic!"
  Kylo nodded:
  "And you didn't teach me about Force lightning. Besides, you can use a lightsaber to shield yourself from it. It's not the best thing!"
  Snoke countered:
  "If a true master wields force lightning, it's quite effective! Especially against large masses of infantry! And they're capable of destroying metal and navigational aids!"
  Silence fell. The two boys and the girl raised their heads, twisted them, and listened. On the one hand, engaging the Jedi, especially Princess Rey alone, seemed like a gamble, and with her was Marshal Leia, Ahsoka Tana, and Luke Skywalker-such was their power. Four advanced Jedi against three Sith-a risky fight.
  But something has to be done. And if they don't have any spare Sith right now, why not use the Imperial fleet? It's numerous and has many state-of-the-art starships, manufactured by robots in underground factories. They're capable of suppressing any resistance in the galaxy, and maybe even expanding beyond it. Plus, there's the development of thermopreon super-rockets.
  In any case, the triumvirate is gathering its forces. They are truly ready to crush the Jedi wherever they are found! And their readiness is colossal.
  Snoke, who had assumed command, was the one most trusted by the Great Sith Emperor as a radically staunch supporter of the dark side of the Force. She decided to use high-speed cruisers first and foremost, securely shielding them with force fields. And cloaking ones, too. And it seemed like a powerful move. That's how it worked out in combat.
  And cruisers of various classes rushed to the sector where the Jedi were supposedly located.
  Vader noted:
  "Luke Skywalker didn't understand everything about the Force, despite all his abilities. But anger gave him strength, and he managed to defeat me! True, part of my body was mechanical.
  Kylo muttered:
  - And how did you, being still almost whole and full of strength, lose to Obiwan Kennobi?
  The Sith boy and former Black Lord replied with a sigh:
  "It was just bad luck. He ended up in a higher position during the fight and was ready for my jump!"
  Snoke remarked with fury:
  - I trusted you too, Kylo! And then you stabbed me in the back and cut me in half!
  Kylo replied with a smile:
  - You wanted to kill Rey, but you fell in love with her!
  Vader nodded:
  - Exactly! Love is such a feeling that you'd betray anyone for it!
  A hologram of Emperor Palpatine appeared. And this Sith girl announced:
  - Listen up! I'm calling off the operation for now. The rebels have already spotted you and are leaving. Better yet, take control of the areas that are in flux. We must conquer the entire galaxy!
  Snoke remarked with a smile:
  - What should we do with Jabba the Hutt? We need to deal with him somehow!
  The Emperor noted:
  "Jabba might profitably help us fight the rebels. It's too early to touch him. We'll deal with the rebels, and then we'll finish off the Separatists, and then we'll take on the galactic mafia! As the saying goes, there should be one king and emperor over all!"
  And the order followed:
  - But some rebels still remain at the base. And they must be destroyed!
  The battle cruisers accelerated. They moved rapidly.
  Snoke sang:
  The girls' faces flash by,
  The empire will be born again...
  We save the world from fires,
  Damn the Jedi!
  More laughter. If we're going to fight, we're going to fight for real. And so the first cruisers jumped out and launched missiles at the base, including hyperlight ones. They hit the force field as they flew past and exploded, shaking it vigorously. Despite the bombers' protection, the Imperial forces didn't give in. They began sending the missiles in a parabolic arc, altering their trajectory.
  This was an attempt to bypass the lines of force and one-dimensional spaces.
  Snoke commanded:
  - Launch rockets rotating like a vibration anchor and they won't shoot down.
  And indeed, explosive ingredients flew. And it hit with such force. A huge mushroom cloud of light grew. And the entire power plant was blown away at once.
  It was as if a whole series of fires had engulfed a good half of the planet. They blazed and rolled like waves. The smoke spread through the atmosphere and passed into the vacuum. And so they, too, flowed and twisted. It looked both incredibly beautiful and mesmerizing.
  Rebels and separatists perished in a fiery whirlwind. The destruction was extremely dangerous. And the deadly missiles continued to rain down, smaller this time, some the size of chicken eggs.
  Rebel tanks overturned and burned, as did infantry fighting vehicles. It was a terrifying rout.
  Most of the resistance forces had managed to escape, and weapons from the surface were firing at the starships. And they were firing hard. It was all very real.
  Snoke exclaimed:
  "I need several prisoners for interrogation! We need to land troops! Use boarding tanks, too! I know victory will be ours no matter what!"
  Some rebel units did put up resistance, however. When the clone-girl troops and combat robots began landing, the warrior girls, it must be said, were quite good in battle. And they fought with savage abandon. They pressed the rebels ever tighter.
  Sith boys Vader and Kylo, wielding lightsabers, perform a sequestration effect. They cut down the rebels and chant:
  Our dark power is so enormous,
  We can move mountains with our swords...
  If you need to cut down a Jedi,
  All you need to do is blink your eyes!
  CHAPTER No 22.
  A boy and a girl-Azalea and Anakin-held swords-not lightsabers, but ones made of hypertitanium, tossed at them by the elephant-eared man-and stood facing each other. Jabba hesitated. A face-to-face duel would really kill all the suspense. As it was, it was unclear which of the children was stronger. And if they were such fighters in their early years, what else could they become in the future?
  Jabba the Hutt announced:
  "No! Wasting such talents on petty squabbles and intrigues is pointless. Let me give you a task instead. If you complete it, I'll accept you into the gang!"
  Azalea and Anakin bowed and replied:
  - We believe you, oh magnificent one!
  Jabba replied with a grin:
  - Can you kill Senor Potato?
  The boy and the girl answered:
  - We're just kids! Can we really be trusted with such a task?
  Jabba replied with a venomous look:
  "My professional guys could have killed Potato, but... He needs to be found first! That's where you could have helped me!"
  Anakin replied with a sigh:
  - I'm just a slave boy, not a detective!
  Azalea chirped:
  - Although, of course, if you help us, then we can do everything!
  And the girl slapped her bare, chiseled feet.
  Jabba laughed loudly and replied:
  - It's a pulsar! Potato is afraid of me and hiding! But he's a person just like you... And he loves children, we could play on that!
  Anakin smiled and remarked:
  - In what sense does he love? Something unhealthy?
  The monster, which looked like a fat toad with a huge head, burst out laughing:
  - Exactly! You're quite beautiful children by human standards! We'll put you up for sale, in a sector where he's almost certainly likely to be, and that slippery fellow will bite!
  Azalea giggled and squeaked:
  - We'll be some kind of bait! What a great adventure this is!
  Jabba the Hutt growled:
  - In the meantime, you'll still have a fight! Your opponent will be quite dangerous!
  Anakin exclaimed enthusiastically and twirled his sword:
  - We will go into battle boldly,
  For Holy Rus'...
  And we will not spill,
  I'll remove the blood!
  The toad-like monster muttered:
  - Take them to the stadium! Let others see them too!
  The children were surrounded by a fiery haze, and they found themselves in a kind of glowing bubble. After that, the boy and girl began to float. Anakin is the son of Luke Skywalker and the grandson of Darth Vader. He, too, felt the urge to cut down Jabba the Hutt. After all, he's a real scumbag, dealing drugs, running rackets, and harassing people. However, they had come for a different purpose.
  We need to free Princess Elfaraya from among the captives. Where is she, by the way? She's nowhere near Jabba!
  Azalea noted:
  - Fighting again! And with swords - what awaits us!
  Anakin exclaimed, shaking his sword:
  - Something fighting!
  The children were indeed transported to the stadium. It was a veritable Colosseum. And people were already gathering there. Apparently, the galactic mafia held sporting and gladiatorial matches here. The first fight was already underway.
  A beetle-like creature, the size of a good-sized mammoth, was seen fighting a monster resembling a three-pronged spider. And it was fascinating. Flesh fragments flew in all directions, and reddish-brown blood flowed.
  Azalea stamped her bare, chiseled, tanned, childish foot and exclaimed:
  - What a performance! Although they're not entirely intelligent!
  Anakin replied:
  - They are semi-intelligent - they have some kind of intelligence and can speak, at least in a primitive way, these creatures!
  The girl laughed and remarked:
  - And I thought there were intelligent and irrational creatures! And here it turns out there are also semi-intelligent ones!
  The padawan boy remarked:
  "The difference between the intelligent and the irrational is so arbitrary! Take Jabba the Hutt, for example-he has a high level of intelligence, but he's the spitting image of a beast!"
  The battle between the two animals ended when one of them was literally torn apart, and bloody intestines began to pour out...
  Immediately, slaves of different races and robots appeared who began to clean up the torn flesh and wipe away the blood.
  Next up was a clone girl, clearly a mercenary, wearing only a bikini and barefoot. In her hands, the beauty held a neutron whip and a light dagger.
  The crowd perked up. Some clones were made less obedient than the mass-produced ones and were used as mercenaries or fortune hunters. They could have certain abilities, and be better and stronger than the mass-produced ones. Anakin even thought it might just be a girl. But no, a clone can be distinguished from a human by a specific glint in its eyes. Although they can also have different faces and hair colors.
  It's worth noting that female clones have several advantages over males. It's no wonder Palpatine began producing them instead of males. Furthermore, as is well known, girls mature earlier than boys, and female clones grow faster. This means they can be produced more quickly.
  Starships and weapons are produced in robotic factories, using automated technology. So the empire is rapidly expanding its fleet and striking at pockets of resistance across the galaxy.
  And here comes the clone girl's enemy, crawling out. In this case, it's a huge dinosaur. It has long fangs and a huge head.
  The clone girl smirked and said:
  - Large cabinets fall with a loud noise!
  Bets were placed, and a force field restrained the aggressive dinosaur, which lashed out with its claws into the void.
  The chair with Jabbo the Hutt turned. He was tugging at a very beautiful girl by a golden chain. She was barefoot, and her breasts and hips were barely covered by strands of precious stones. Her head was crowned with a tiara of gems that shimmered with every color of the rainbow. Her natural blonde hair, lightly sprinkled with gold, curled beautifully. The girl was tanned and had a flawless figure.
  Her graceful feet were bare, and on her ankles were bracelets of bright orange metal, studded with a pattern of precious, glowing stones. She seemed perfection itself, and the slabs of her abs were like chocolate bars on her stomach.
  Azalea whispered:
  - Here she is, Elfaraya! How beautiful she is!
  Anakin noted:
  - But will Jabba the Hutt appreciate her beauty? He's a different race!
  The Jedi girl answered decisively:
  - And what is beautiful is always beautiful!
  The bets were placed, and the monster lunged at the clone girl. The warrior jumped back quite quickly. She threw a needle with her bare foot. It flew past and pierced the flesh, piercing the armor and drawing bright purple blood.
  The clone girl dodged with great skill. She was an experienced and well-trained gladiator. She leaped and dodged the sharp fangs of this powerful dinosaur. And she had already used her neutron whip a couple of times.
  But such a monster is difficult to defeat. The girl spun around and stuck out her tongue.
  Azalea took and sang:
  Blood flows through you like a stream, like a seething river,
  Your opponent is huge and looks very cool!
  But don't give in to him,
  Take the sword in your hands and crush Satan!
  If you are a human being and not an insignificant louse,
  You will kill the star monster quickly!
  Anakin clarified:
  - Not very lively! We still need to work on the crowd!
  The clone girl really did work, and performed spectacular leaps. How she twisted and swung her hips and waist. Such a delightful beauty. And her bare, chiseled legs would occasionally throw something.
  The boy and girl watched the battle almost intently. And at the same time, they were wondering how to free Princess Elfaraya. Two Padawans were still too few to fight an entire army of space gangsters.
  Meanwhile, the female fighter had already stabbed the monster between the nostrils several times with her light dagger. Blood was already flowing quite profusely. And it was aggressive. And the girl would kick it like a bare heel.
  Anakin remembered being beaten with sticks on his bare heels. Not as punishment, but to strengthen them. And it had some effect. It still hurt. But the young Padawan knew how to localize pain. Even when his childish feet were seared with strips of red-hot iron, even then the boy was able to smile and even sing:
  I will not surrender to the enemies - Satan's executioners,
  I will show courage under torture...
  And let the plasma flow, let the rays hit the shoulders,
  And I fight with a stormy, ardent passion!
  That's how it was, the boy is strong. And everything heals very quickly on him.
  The clone girl is also working. She's active. And yet she doesn't deliver the finishing blow. And try finishing off a dinosaur. It's not that easy. At some point, the beauty, perhaps deliberately, hesitated, and a sharp claw scratched her bare, tanned, muscular leg. A bloody streak remained.
  Scarlet liquid dripped. The dinosaur, gathering all his strength, pounced on the girl. She responded vigorously, slashing furiously with her dagger and lashing out at the wound with her whip. She was knocked down and flipped over several times. But the warrior screamed again.
  The tip of the fang struck her foot. And the sole was punctured. The crowd hooted. The delight was genuine. The clone girl limped, and her bare toes again ejected the needle that had pierced the mastodon's jagged wound.
  Jabba yanked the girl princess's chain. Then he ran his paw down her bare back. Elfaraya squirmed. A small man with a cactus head jumped up to her and pinched her breast.
  The girl responded by kicking him between the legs with her bare, graceful foot. And the opponent fell.
  Azalea tensed. She feared the princess would simply be torn apart. But Jabba the Hutt laughed and growled:
  - Fighting girl!
  He pulled her up on a chain and licked her back. The princess was utterly disgusted and kicked. A gnome ran up to her and cauterized her bare sole with an electrode. The girl screamed, but finally calmed down.
  Meanwhile, the other clone girl pulled something from her belt. She'd already sustained several scratches, and streams of scarlet blood were pouring from her. She thrust a lethal pea into it. Then, with all her might, she jumped back quickly.
  The beast began to tear itself apart, and like a tomato thrown from a height, it burst, spraying a purple, glowing solution.
  Anakin noted:
  - A spectacular point!
  Azalea noted:
  - And now it is up to us to fight!
  The padawan boy exclaimed:
  - Well then! We're quite ready for this!
  And the children crossed hyper-titanium swords. Robots and slaves leaped into the arena. Among the slaves were several human boys. The child slaves were lean, their ribs showing through their tanned skin like basketweaves, and they wore only swimming trunks. And they moved nimbly.
  Enanik himself is practically naked, and he's even more comfortable this way. But it's so hot here on Tatooine that clothing only makes things more restrictive. But running barefoot through the snow is so much cooler for a child!
  And Anakin was running just like that. And it was great.
  The young warrior sang:
  Along the snowy path,
  Barefoot boys' feet...
  I'm tired of wandering around the Sahara,
  I want to tease my happiness!
  I'll replace it with a horse remote control,
  And fortune awaits me!
  At least the kids are ready to fight. Although right now they'd much rather pounce on Jabba the Hutt and chop him up.
  But then their pair is challenged to a fight. A boy and a girl quickly run in, their small, bare, childish feet splashing across the sand, which is as hot as a frying pan. But children's feet, of course, are calloused and hardened. And they have no intention of giving in or whining.
  There's a boy and a girl in the center, bowing in all four directions. They're a little nervous, but they're not embarrassed. That's what a fighting team they are. Small, but effective.
  Anakin noted:
  - And it looks like our enemy will be quite specific!
  Azalea nodded in response:
  - All the better! Let's fight to the fullest!
  The boy and girl jumped up, did a seven-somersault and exclaimed:
  - May the force be with us!
  The children froze... And then, indeed, their enemy's appearance was announced. And this unexpected creature. Just imagine, a large, shark-like drop of acid crawling out of the opposite corner. Yes, a life form composed of several types of acids, held together by magnetic fields. Now that was amazing.
  Anakin exclaimed:
  - A big clot of acid? I wonder how you can destroy it!
  Azalea shrugged her childish shoulders:
  - I don't know! But everything impossible is possible! Isn't that so?
  The boy warrior replied:
  - Let's rely on force!
  The padawan girl replied:
  - Yes, to the light side of the force!
  The children crossed swords. Before the fight even began, everyone was placing bets. And Jabba had placed a bet on someone. It looked like a serious battle was coming.
  Anakin suddenly saw Master Yoda's spirit. He was even slightly shorter than the boy, a peculiarly un-human figure. But he looked kind.
  And Yoda whispered:
  - Remember, strength is not just the body!
  The padawan boy replied:
  - I remember it well!
  And then the signal sounded, and a drop as big as an Ambrams tank rolled toward the children. They jumped back, waving their hypertiny lightsabers. Anakin tried to touch the surface with the tip, but it passed through easily, like water. And that wasn't good at all.
  Azalea did the same. But try cutting water with a hyper-titanium sword. Even the Jedi can't do that.
  Then the girl tried to kick her opponent with her bare foot. But as soon as she touched the surface, she felt a severe burn. It was as if she'd stepped into a white-hot oven. The creature, composed entirely of acid, was extremely hot.
  And blisters appeared on the girl's foot.
  Anakin noted:
  - You can"t take him with bare hands and bare feet!
  Azalea noted:
  - Force must be used! In a special way!
  The children rushed in different directions. They had no concrete plan. But how to defeat the liquid? The first thing that comes to mind is freezing it. But you can't freeze acid that easily. Another way is to evaporate it. But that requires a lot of energy!
  Anakin sang again, slapping his opponent with his sword:
  Well done, well done, well done,
  This guy is a noble one!
  From the back and sides -
  All square!
  The kids here are truly, shall we say, incredibly cool. And they have the Force. It's no wonder Anakin is Vader's grandson, and Azalea is Leia's daughter and also Darth Vader's granddaughter. And the latter could have easily become the most powerful of the Jedi, and of all Force-wielders, but it didn't work out!
  But then the children went and clicked their bare toes.
  Telekinesis lifted the drop and plopped it down, albeit from a low height. It flew in all directions like mercury droplets.
  Anakin exclaimed:
  I am the king, I have power over everything,
  Even the brainless understand it...
  And the whole earth trembles,
  Under the heel of the king!
  Azalea exclaimed, twisting:
  - I know it will all be hockey!
  The boy and girl continued their dance around the acidic monster, constantly striking it with either swords or force. They also moved, trying to spin their opponent around.
  Anakin remembered an ancient movie. There was a robot made of liquid metal. And bullets couldn't touch him either. So they simply threw him into a cauldron of liquid metal and melted him. There's no such cauldron here, though. But what if...
  The boy and girl fell backwards at once and sent out a wave of telekinesis. As a result, the acid monster rose upward.
  This time, it was about ten meters. Then the children threw it over themselves. The drop splashed, sending waves and ripples flying from it. The acid the creature was made of began to bubble. Clouds of smoke began to rise.
  Anakin and Azalea jumped up, slapped their bare feet, and struck with the Force. They couldn't yet throw lightning, but they had already learned how to destabilize the structure. And then came total destruction.
  The acidic creature literally burst, disintegrating into tiny fragments like droplets of mercury. These fragments spun around, completely losing their structure.
  The boy and girl sang in chorus:
  It is evil to be proud of one"s power,
  And it seems that the world has come to terms with him!
  But can we, believe me, forgive ourselves?
  If we don"t give evil a clear lesson!
  The remains of the shattered acid monster melted away. And the children, to the thunderous applause of the enormous crowd that had spread throughout the Colosseum, left the hall.
  Rose petals rained down on them. They were led to a place of honor. A slave girl, human-sized but with the face of an aster bud, brought them a tub of chocolate-covered ice cream and a tub of pistachio-flavored ice cream.
  Azalea and Anakin ate it with gusto. The kids seemed to be in a really good mood!
  The girl noted:
  - A living creature made of acid is exotic!
  The boy agreed with this:
  - Yes, this is extremely unusual!
  And the children exclaimed in chorus:
  - Hyperquasar ultraplasma!
  Meanwhile, the fighting in the arena continued. It was initially cleared out by robots and slaves. They did this quite quickly.
  The crowd's mood turned out to be combative.
  A girl with cow-like horns, green hair, and a ponytail like a devil's ran into the arena. Her feet, however, were bare, and quite human-looking, as was her muscular figure.
  The warrior held a sword in her right hand and a dagger in her left. She spun around and bounced.
  Anakin noted:
  -Most likely to fight some kind of monster! Maybe even a hyperplasmic one!
  Azalea noted:
  "Theoretically, of course, an intelligent, hyperplasmic life form could exist. Especially given the speed of quantum exchange. But in practice, this is highly problematic-precisely because of the enormous speeds of information exchange!"
  The padawan boy noted:
  "But hyperplasmic life forms do exist, don't they? I mean the souls of people, and even non-humans. There's some kind of substance within us-a spirit-that doesn't disappear or disintegrate even in a thermoquark flash."
  The padawan girl replied:
  The nature of the soul remains a mystery to science. That it exists and can even leave the body is obvious. But what exactly is it? There's more theory than practical information here!
  Anakin was about to say something when the gong sounded. Three boys, about twelve or thirteen years old, ran into the arena. They looked human. All they were wearing were swimming trunks, albeit in different colors. They each held a sword and a shield.
  The young gladiators were thin, sinewy, and had slave marks on their shoulders.
  And this despite the fact that the Republic and the Empire had long tried to ban slavery, especially for the titular human race.
  Anakin whistled:
  - Well, well! Child slaves!
  Azalea replied with a sigh:
  - This is a Hatha abomination. I swear I'll kill Jabba!
  The padawan boy remarked:
  - It's not enough to kill! You also have to make them suffer!
  The slave boys held their swords at the ready. It was clear from their faces that they were pleased they would be fighting a girl with pigtails and horns, and not a dinosaur.
  Meanwhile, bets were being placed. The girl with the horns was familiar to the public, and the bets were mostly on her. The boys, however, were merely hastily trained slaves from the quarries. Indeed, despite the three-fold advantage, their chances looked dubious.
  But then the gong sounded and the battle began. Or rather, the performance.
  The slave boys charged. The devil girl made a gesture, and two children collided. The third boy received a kick in the groin. It hurt, and he doubled over.
  The impish girl did a somersault and walked on her hands. The boys rose and tried to attack her again. But the gladiator moved too quickly. She wasn't hitting the boys, she was simply entertaining them. And she moved as if on springs.
  Anakin exclaimed:
  - I would fight her!
  Azalea agreed:
  - I would too! I would fight with my equals!
  Meanwhile, the battle continued. Tongues of flame began to burst from beneath the surface, scorching the bare feet of the child gladiators. They screamed.
  The girl was burned a couple of times, too. Then the situation began to clear. The girl hit the boy in the groin again, harder this time. He lost consciousness from the pain.
  Then she hit the slave boy on the head with the hilt of her sword, knocking him out of his thoughts as well.
  The last boy remained. The devilish girl, playing to the crowd, allowed him to scratch her lightly. He suddenly became more active, swinging his sword with great force. The boy's sword was quite sharp. The gladiator girl tried to strike him across his bare legs with her tail, but the boy, with unexpected dexterity, severed the limb.
  Bright orange blood spurted. And the devil screamed in pain and shame. Then her sword moved. She attacked the boy with fury. He stumbled back, barely fending off the blow.
  The child put up his shield, and from a powerful blow from the sword, it shattered into pieces.
  It was obvious that the female gladiator was not in the mood to show mercy.
  Anakin noted with a smile:
  - What fury she has!
  Azalea nodded in agreement:
  - Of course - to lose half her tail! Anyone in her place would have gone berserk!
  The gladiator kicked the boy in the groin with her bare foot. He managed to partially parry and hold his sword out, but the girl's foot still reached the boy's balls. But it was damaged. The boy missed the blow, gasped, and stumbled. The gladiator struck him in the neck with her sword. Although the boy managed to parry, the blow was so powerful that his sword was thrown aside, and the tip severed his neck. And the child's head rolled off!
  Azalea noted:
  - The boy gladiator died heroically!
  Anakin noted:
  - But he showed that he respects his honor!
  The devilish girl limped over to the other boys, whom she'd knocked unconscious. She began stabbing them, finishing them off. Usually, in such cases, the crowd is asked whether to spare them or kill them. But apparently, without a tail and with a damaged leg, the girl was quite angry. She struck each of the immobilized boys a dozen times in the chest, turning them into bloody pulp.
  The crowd roared. Most of them shouted:
  - Finish them off correctly! Finish them off!
  - Finish them off! Finish the boys!
  When the horned girl's fury finally ended, she raised her sword above her head and screamed:
  - Glory to us! Death to the enemies!
  Jabba nodded approvingly:
  - What a sight!
  And he ordered with a roar:
  - Throw the bodies of the murdered children to the predators.
  The slaves and robots grabbed the unfortunate, murdered boys by their ribs and slings. It was clear the Hathi were angry, too. And the girl with the horns left, angry and aggressive. Losing her tail, that would truly be a tragedy. And maybe it will grow back.
  Anakin remarked with a sad look:
  - Again we look at evil and do nothing!
  Azalea remarked with a smile:
  - And the Supreme Absolute also does not interfere, although He could!
  CHAPTER No 23.
  Princess Rey, the female marshal and former Princess Leia, and Ahsoka Tana were summoned from the afterlife by the spirit of Obiwan Kenobi. The latter was, of course, in the afterlife, and his soul was in Paradise. But why not continue his physical journey? Especially since the boy's clone was already ready. It's more difficult to infuse a clone with a soul into an adult-it could cause a rejection reaction. But if the body is that of a child, but very strong and agile, and no older than twelve, then the soul can easily infuse it.
  Obiwan Kennobi's soul agreed to leave Paradise, a place of eternal bliss and the power of the Supreme Absolute for Jedi and good people. And he decided to help the rebels!
  The ritual of incorporating the spirit into the clone was carried out according to all the rules, but it led to a new outbreak of power.
  A boy with a neat crew cut, very muscular and tanned, stood up in only his shorts. The clone was handsome, with blond hair, looking about twelve years old, and abs as sculpted as chocolate bars.
  Ahsoka Tana noted:
  - What a sweet boy you are! And I still remember you with a beard!
  Obiwan noted:
  - I remember you too! You haven't changed at all! You look very good!
  Princess Rey tickled the boy's bare heel and chirped:
  - Strong boy! I hope your strength has grown! And how is Yoda? Is he ready to return?
  The Jedi boy replied:
  "Yoda prefers to be in spirit for now! And being a soul without flesh has its pros and cons! I was quite happy in Paradise! So wonderful that I could hardly bring myself to return!"
  And then Obivan jumped down and slapped his bare, childish feet, and noted:
  - What a youthful body I have! It's so nice to be in it! Oh, it's wonderful to be young!
  Ahsoka Tana took and sang:
  Young friend, always be young,
  Don't rush to grow up...
  Be cheerful, bold, noisy,
  If you have to fight, then fight!
  Never know peace,
  Cry and laugh at the wrong time!
  I was a cool girl,
  There's no turning back here!
  They added another highly advanced Jedi, but the Force blast exposed them, and they had to evacuate again.
  And the fleet of the military empire rushed after them.
  Snoke, this girl with fiery hair sang:
  - We'll attack the enemy from all sides! And we'll catch all the Jedi.
  A battle broke out. The part of the galaxy that had not submitted to the Emperor threw starships into the battle.
  And the battle began. Not everyone submitted to the evil empire.
  Princess Rey noted with a smile and replied:
  - Let's help our friends and go on the offensive, let's perform a sweep!
  And so a massive space battle began. The Empire's resistance forces had gathered all the dissatisfied into a single fist. The Hutts even sent about a dozen combat starships. Apparently, even the galactic mafia realized the Empire would get them.
  And so, from the resistance side, starships converted from civilian ships were deployed.
  Yes, there were warships here that looked like double basses with guns, as well as flutes with cannons, and much more. Also impressive to look at.
  And on the other hand, the Imperial fleet. The starships of the Sith Empire were generally streamlined, and some resembled naked daggers. And they truly made an impression - with their austerity and harmony.
  Almost all the empire's soldiers were the latest clones, all female. The beautiful warriors wore bikinis, were barefoot, and covered in transparent, flexible armor that didn't hide their beauty.
  The girls here are wonderful.
  Snoke, who commanded the Sith fleet, roared:
  We will destroy all enemies of the empire! And send their souls to the dark side of hell!
  Sith boy Anakin noted:
  "The main thing is to destroy all the Jedi! As long as we have enemies with the Force, we'll have problems!"
  And the young warrior, with the toes of his bare, childish feet, pressed the joystick button, sending a lethal missile towards the rebels.
  Kylo nodded in agreement:
  "Whoever controls the Force controls the universe! And the dark side of the Force opens up possibilities that the Jedi consider beyond their wildest dreams. Specifically, returning to the former world and the flesh from the afterlife!"
  Snoke noted:
  "It looks like Princess Rey can do that already! She inherited great strength from her grandfather, and besides, her mother was a Jedi!"
  Vader whistled:
  - Wow! I basically thought so! There's something special about her - a combination of both dark and light powers!
  The Triumvirate took command of the attack. Imperial starships advanced from three different points, attempting to squeeze the resistance positions like pincers.
  Thermoquark rockets flared in the sky. They exploded like supernovas. They blazed, throwing back starships and other vessels. Some single-seat fighters, having surged ahead, simply burned up in streams of hyperplasm.
  Here, on the resistance side, there were hundreds of different races, sometimes unpredictable and indescribable in human language.
  And some of them even began to change colors.
  Princess Rey didn't formally command the rebel army, but she also joined the battle. In addition to Force lightning, she unleashed telekinetic beams. Several thermoquark missiles launched by the Imperial fleet collided, thundering together, striking the Sith Empire's starships with their hyperplasmic coronas.
  This was really super.
  Princess Rey slapped her bare, chiseled feet and sang:
  May the light be with us,
  We are the Jedi, peace and glory...
  The feat of the knights is sung,
  Let the power of love be exalted!
  The girls are feisty, I must say. Marshal Leia is very beautiful, and her strength makes her look very youthful. And she uses her bare toes, too. What a wonderful beauty she is.
  The Jedi girls are in action. And Obi-Wan and Luke, now boys, are mastering their Force powers. It's fun to be in children's bodies. And the boys are moving with incredible speed, launching destructive missiles with thermoquark warheads-a very dangerous weapon. But doesn't the Empire have something more powerful? Like a thermopreon charge on a hyperlight missile? Emperor Palpatine's scientists are indeed developing such a weapon, capable of destroying an entire system. And its destructive power is colossal.
  But are the children of the dark side of the Force ready to use it? And won't it lead to devastating consequences, including for the Imperial fleet?
  Snoke noted with annoyance:
  - If we throw such a trump card as a thermopreon bomb into battle now, the Jedi might turn it on us.
  Vader noted:
  - What good are we who possess such power?
  Kylo remarked with a sigh:
  "They have five Jedi who are masters of the Force, and we only have three! There have always been fewer Sith than Jedi, and that's why they've always been outnumbered by the light side!"
  Snoke nodded:
  "Yes, there was such a thing - the rule of two! Even the great Darth Sidious killed his master when he had another apprentice! By the way, he's a master of both the lightsaber and the Force, and could have been quite a help to us!"
  Vader noted:
  "When so many Sith are alive and well, it's much harder for the Emperor to control them! No wonder Palpatine didn't want us with Count Duko. And I killed him!"
  Snoke noted, baring her teeth:
  - And Kylo killed me! And what about the principle - guys - let's live in peace!
  Kylo pressed the button with his bare toes and noted:
  "The dark side of the Force gets in the way of that. Weak emotions-anger, rivalry, competition, power struggles, egoism. It's very difficult to create a mass Sith order without them squabbling over power!"
  Vader noted, pressing the joystick with the finger of his bare, childish foot and sending another missile into battle:
  When strength is revealed to you,
  Be able to hold her in your hands...
  So that it doesn't hit you,
  The power that sows pain and fear!
  
  Be able to restrain your desire,
  Kill all enemies immediately...
  After all, revenge will come anyway,
  People cannot be destroyed like cattle!
  Snoke noted, pressing the button with her bare, girlish heel:
  "Yes, we are evil creatures! But at the same time, we are also rational beings, and therefore we must unite for a common goal!"
  And the triumvirate cried out in rage:
  - Nothing can stop us, no one can defeat us!
  After exchanging missile strikes from a distance, more violent collisions began. The starships drew closer. The Imperial battleships bristled with gun barrels and began sending deadly bolts of hyperplasm and gravitic waves of combat radiation.
  In response, both the Separatists and the remaining Republic fighters began to fight back. Several dozen pirate ships took part in the fighting. The star corsairs also feared the growing influence and despotism of the Sith space empire.
  The beams raced through the vacuum and migrated. Clashes occurred every now and then. Smaller starships began to approach each other and engage in close combat.
  Snoke gave the orders. Prioritize flanking pressure to create a threat of encirclement. And use starships of various types. They were deploying grand battleships the size of asteroids, battleships, dreadnoughts, and high-class cruisers.
  But frigates and starships-not teardrop-shaped, but resembling naked daggers-were also plunging into the breach in large numbers. As well as brigantines, destroyers, counter-destroyers, countless boats, and even smaller fighters and attack aircraft.
  The Imperial fleet was technologically more advanced and sophisticated than the motley crew of Rebels, Separatists, and Republicans. It was also better organized, and the clone females were capable fighters. They utilized the genes of the legendary four warriors-the ones known as the daughters of the war gods.
  By the way, they were quite good at throwing sharp, cutting objects with their seductive girlish legs.
  No one knew where this legendary four were now; perhaps they had left the galaxy. Or perhaps the girls had changed their appearance and started families.
  In any case, the new warriors turned out better than the previous male clones. And the girls are beautiful, a pleasure to look at.
  The battle escalates. More and more starships are being destroyed and their wreckage. And burning fragments of spaceships with escape pods. That's how bloody and destructive it all is.
  Princess Rey observes and actively participates in the space battle. She deploys missiles and attempts to disrupt the Empire's starships' navigation systems. She is a very aggressive and combative girl, capable of many things.
  She also uses her nimble toes, which are extremely flexible, to press buttons and move levers. She's a truly magnificent warrior and a powerful being, to be honest.
  And so the two imperial cruisers collided, the grinding sound of metal colliding at high speed and the detonation of their combat kits could be heard. Now that's what they call a head-on collision.
  Princess Rey exclaims:
  - The power of our influence is growing!
  Ahsoka Tana laughed and chirped:
  - Such a cool man,
  Darth Vader is simply a hero...
  And it"s not easy for me at all,
  Love agent zero, zero, seven!
  Princess Leia noticed, also pressing the lever with her graceful, bare foot and sending a deadly gift of annihilation:
  "I know my father isn't a criminal! And Anakin Skywalker will still choose the light side of the Force!"
  Then Luke Skywalker remembered:
  - And my son, Anakin? Where did they send him?
  Princess Rey responded by pressing the button again with the bare, round heel of her seductive foot:
  - He, along with his cousin Azalia, is on a mission to win over Jabba the Hutt to the side of the resistance and his powerful syndicate, and at the same time free Princess Elfaraya!
  Obiwan asked:
  - Is this the princess who was Count Duko's daughter?
  Princess Rey confirmed:
  - Exactly! But this girl is very beautiful, and practically ageless, until she reveals her phenomenal strength. And she should have it. Such genetics!
  Ahsoka Tana giggled and replied:
  "You know, I have a daughter-a half-blood of Anakin Skywalker, aka Darth Vader. True, despite all her abilities, she initially joined the First Order, and before that, she served the Empire. Now she's somewhere in Emperor Palpatine's retinue. I hope he doesn't realize how powerful she is!"
  The Palatine's granddaughter exclaimed:
  - Really? You have a daughter in the Emperor's inner circle, and you hid it?
  Ahsoka noted:
  "My daughter believes it's better to have one tyrant than a thousand. And she's an Imperial sympathizer. She, too, was on the Emperor's side until they blew up the entire planet where Leia was queen with the Death Star. Then, seeing such Sith cruelty, I joined the rebels!"
  Obiwan noted:
  "I didn't join the resistance movement right away either. I had my own life!"
  The Jedi boy snapped his bare toes, a glass of ice cream flew up to him, and he licked it with his tongue and remarked:
  - That's it! I was really upset when I injured Anakin, he was like a son to me. And that's how it happened!
  And he sighed deeply. He really did want to forget so much. How wonderful it was in Paradise. There, all bad thoughts disappear. And it's like being in a sweet dream. And in a dream, you sometimes don't even remember your past, or feel like a different person.
  And now he's returned to physical life. And at least his flesh is young and healthy.
  The pirate starships apparently suffered damage. Several of them were blown up. But the Kosars didn't want to die in battle with the regular army. So, without thinking twice, they fled. And they're saving their own skins.
  Princess Rey said indignantly:
  - Look, they're running! That's cowardice!
  Princess Leia replied:
  - Not so much cowardice, but... Well, what did you expect from the star bandits!
  After the pirates fled, the other space principalities, under the well-organized onslaught of the Empire's legions, began to retreat. The battle turned devastating. Some of the Sith Empire's starships retreated to the rear. Among them was a ship resembling a thick, naked dagger, which would emit hyperchronic radiation-a radiation that causes the disintegration of matter.
  And what is important is that this radiation even penetrates force fields.
  Imperial battleships are virtually invulnerable. They are protected by defenses using high-power graviometric induction, or the latest one-and-a-half-dimensional ones. They are simply irresistible.
  Ahsoka Tano noted:
  - It looks like we've lost! It's not too late to retreat!
  Princess Rey noted:
  "We managed to gather so much strength in one place with such difficulty. And now we're just going to leave?"
  Jedi boy Luke remarked:
  - We could switch to guerrilla warfare tactics! And that wouldn't be the worst idea at all.
  Marshal Leia noticed, pressing the buttons again with her bare, chiseled foot:
  "Guerrilla warfare is counterproductive! The Sith will simply drown it in blood. We need something else!"
  Jedi boy Obiwan suggested:
  "Let's first save the lives of both humans and aliens. And then we'll discuss further strategy and tactics."
  Princess Rey commanded:
  - I give the order to retreat!
  And her order echoed throughout the starships. And five advanced Jedi deployed all their Force abilities to ensure an orderly retreat.
  But not everything worked out. And a mass exodus of Resistance and Republican starships began.
  Of the pirates, only the frigate under the command of Red Zora remained fighting. She was a girl with fiery red hair. Her crew, as is often the case with pirates, was multinational. A whole cavalry of bizarre races. Of the humans, there was also the warrior and assistant Natasha, and the rest were aliens. Many looked nothing like humans.
  Both girls jump up and throw up their bare, graceful legs, and dance as they sing:
  We are the devils of the whistle-dance,
  Robbing goats in space...
  Don't tell us fairy tales,
  These are tales for donkeys!
  The pirate frigate maneuvered and skillfully evaded attacks. Truly, corsairs are good. But since the majority of starships succumbed, the ship piloted by the girls also began performing survival maneuvers.
  So far the situation was in favor of the imperial army.
  Snoke noted, pressing the buttons with her bare toes:
  - All separatists must be killed! No mercy for anyone!
  Vader, this clone boy agreed:
  - That's right! They're like bedbugs; if you don't squash them all, they'll breed again!
  Kylo noted:
  - I wish I could lure Rey to our side!
  Snoke muttered:
  "Why do we need extra competitors? So we can constantly expect her to stab us in the back?"
  Vader laughed and remarked:
  - You can expect a blow from anyone in the back! So it's better not to go into the forest if you're afraid of wolves!
  Suddenly, a holographic image of the emperor appeared. In this case, as a striking, very curvy blonde with a crown, he looked magnificent. The empress's body was barely covered by strands of jewels and jewelry.
  She was both revealing and luxurious. The clone girl with the spirit of the Black Sith was barefoot, but each finger sported a ring with a brightly sparkling stone.
  Darth Sidious said:
  "We need to pursue the Jedi gang. Until they are destroyed, they will pose a mortal threat to the Empire and to you personally!"
  Snoke agreed:
  "Yes, the greatest of the greatest! This is undoubtedly a huge threat, more dangerous than a billion battleships!"
  And the Sith girl released a hyperplasmic bubble from her bare toes.
  Vader remarked with a sigh:
  "I guess Luke won't be so easily lured to the dark side. Although... it depends on what you're playing at. I also became a Sith because I wanted people to never die! And I wanted to meet my mother!"
  Kylo confirmed:
  - And I want a father!
  The Empress growled:
  "Everything in its time! Especially since it was your father, Kylo, and Master Solo who was one of the culprits behind the destruction of the Death Star. However, such a powerful, planet-sized station could easily be replaced by a thermopreon bomb. This hellish discovery would make us practically invincible. Furthermore, our starships would be able to quickly travel to other galaxies if they had thermopreon propulsion powered by controlled fusion. And this galaxy would be only the beginning of great conquests!"
  Snoke gave the order:
  - Continue pursuing the enemy! The enemy must not escape!
  Kylo asked curiously:
  - And who is the scientist who discovered the process of preon fusion?
  The Empress replied in a stern tone:
  "There's no point in you knowing that yet! In any case, a combination of both strength and technology is needed!"
  Vader noted:
  - I still didn't want my daughter to die! Maybe you should offer her a place of honor?!
  Darth Sidious growled:
  "He's a very resilient Jedi! However, if anything happens, we'll sort it out! For now, let's catch up with the enemies!"
  Pursuing Force-wielding Jedi isn't easy. The Rebel fleet is scattered. And try to keep track of the common soldiers and the Jedi.
  Although there is a possibility that the Order of Light will be reborn. Especially after the discovery of a method for returning souls from the afterlife. In fact, it turns out it's possible.
  Snoke, too, was trying to keep his nose to the grindstone. Besides, Kylo could sense his mother. It turned him on. What other trap could he fall into?
  Doubts were back in his mind. The dark side of the Force terrified him with its abundance of evil, but human nature yearns for the light. Take the Emperor, for example. What had driven Palpatine to embrace the dark side, turning him into open, undisguised evil?
  There's a predatory beast within every person. And a predatory beast is determined to tear apart and kill its competitors!
  Meanwhile, the female marshal tried to save the remnants of her squadron and at the same time keep the Jedi safe. And she, too, felt the closeness between son and father.
  Yes, they're both back on the side of the dark force. But at the same time, both strove for the light. And they wanted good in their own way. Evil is, first and foremost, destruction. And it's extremely cruel and devastating.
  The Red Zora and its crew miraculously managed to escape destruction, although the frigate was damaged and there were dead and wounded among the pirates.
  The chieftain girl said:
  - We live our pirate life,
  We live a very happy life...
  Even though we don"t have a Fatherland,
  We will live and not die!
  Natasha noted with annoyance:
  - What was the point of us getting involved in this at all?
  Zora chuckled and replied:
  - I wanted, at least once in my life, to be on the side of good!
  Indeed, what a worthy answer.
  Princess Rey was escaping her starship to escape encirclement. All that remained was to jump to hyperlight speed and try to escape.
  Luke Skywalker noted:
  - They could really tie us up! And that would really be extremely dangerous!
  Obiwan objected:
  - It's more like pulsating than lassoing! And secondly, what choice do we have?
  Ahsoka Tana noted:
  - If hyperlasers fall on us, then phenomenal cosmic force won"t help!
  Marshal Leia replied:
  - We understand everything! This is not a shameful flight, but a tactical maneuver!
  Like a tightly compressed spring!
  And the girl, pressing the button with her bare toes, dropped mines on the advancing enemy.
  Princess Rey said with a sweet expression:
  "Courage is not recklessness! For now, let's all push back against the enemy using our phenomenal cosmic power."
  And three girls and two boys simultaneously clicked their bare toes.
  EPILOGUE
  Stalin and Putin weren't feeling particularly well in this slush. They longed to get to the Indian Ocean. He even considered asking Hitler for permission to vacation in the south.
  True, there was a risk of not returning - the fascists are very insidious, as are the Stalinists.
  But in any case, it's clear that the Führer won't tolerate the existence of the USSR for too long. And that he'll try to somehow resolve this problem. Until then, peace reigns.
  Stalin-Putin called Molotov. The Foreign Minister picked up the phone and exclaimed:
  - Yes sir, Comrade Stalin!
  The chief asked him:
  - What's new in your department?
  Molotov said ingratiatingly:
  "The Germans are keeping a low profile for now. They're digging a canal from the Caspian Sea to the Persian Gulf. They're building roads in Africa and Latin America. They're launching satellites. And they're even building a pyramid in Hitler's honor, which is supposed to be ten times taller than the famous Egyptian pyramid of Cheops. That's a thousand times the volume. While the Nazis are busy building and developing rockets to fly to Mars, we can work in peace!"
  Stalin-Putin nodded:
  "That's good! We're not yet in a position to wage war, especially against this monster. But we still need to probe the top brass of the Third Reich more thoroughly."
  The Minister of Foreign Affairs noted:
  "I think Hitler is taking a break from war for now. He's tired, too, after all. Maybe he's in a peaceful mood. But I know after a while he'll miss war!"
  Stalin-Putin ordered:
  - So cheer him up!
  After which he hung up. Indeed, how long will the Führer's good, peaceful mood last? That's the question! For now, it's time to have a little fun.
  And Stalin-Putin started pedaling the exercise bike, and at the same time, a film was shown. This time, a German one. After the Great War, Hitler's Germany began making a lot of films, and they're interesting to watch.
  The military scenes, in particular, are filmed on a grand scale. These are practically historical films. The "Lion" tank is shown, crewed by barefoot, bikini-clad girls.
  The vehicle was quite powerful at the time. And well protected, although its heavy weight of ninety tons makes it difficult to transport. But its thousand-horsepower engine allows it to move.
  The girls are fighting the British and the Americans. They have a 105mm cannon with a 70-EL barrel, capable of penetrating tanks from a long distance. And indeed, Gerda presses the control buttons with her bare toes-the Nazis don't have joysticks yet. And the shell flies out with great force, piercing the Churchill tank's front. And the British tank burns and detonates.
  And here's another picture of a children's battalion from Julgvolk. Boys of eleven or twelve years old are fighting in Africa wearing only shorts. Of course, it's even more pleasant for children to be half-naked and barefoot in the heat. But a boy's bare heel could be pierced by something sharp, or bitten by a snake.
  Deeply tanned boys, almost black, but with fair hair, are fighting the British. They're doing it quite beautifully. They're even throwing grenades with their bare little toes. And then the Cromwell capsizes. And then the more powerful Challenger catches fire. Boys fighting is a real treat.
  And how quickly they scamper through the jungle. These are the children of the Third Reich.
  One of them, Hans Feuer, wasn't even twelve years old at the time of the battle. But how cleverly the boys tossed a grenade with their bare, childish feet and hurled it at the tracks. And two Churchill tanks collided. And they started burning. Now that was truly spectacular.
  The warrior boy chirped, singing:
  Little children,
  For nothing in the world...
  Don't go to Africa for a walk!
  In Africa there are sharks, in Africa there are gorillas,
  There are more crocodiles in Africa!
  But the great Reich,
  He told us not to drift!
  You better attack,
  Give the crocodiles a kick with your bare foot, boy!
  Indeed, the children of the Jungvolk advance and attack, literally displaying miracles of bravery. And their bare feet, blue-gray from dust and grass, flash by.
  Besides boys, there are also girls fighting. And they're wearing short skirts and tunics. The children are also so aggressive. Both British and American tanks are burning. And there are huge numbers of corpses scattered about. There are Arabs, blacks, and Indians here-a whole international group. And the children are almost all fair-haired, tanned, but with clearly European features.
  Stalin-Putin noted:
  - What a good film! Even though the British and Americans are our allies!
  But in the next episode, the Jungvolk battalion fights against the USSR. And the boys, bare-chested and barefoot, run around in the snow as if nothing had happened. Their bare, childish feet are red, but that doesn't stop them from throwing grenades at Soviet tanks. It's truly amazing-when eleven- or twelve-year-old boys wear nothing but sweatpants in the freezing cold. And they show off their mettle. Here's Hans Feuer, unafraid of the cold, throwing a gift of annihilation with his bare, childish foot, and a T-34-76 tank flips over.
  And the girls in tunics are also barefoot and attacking. They act with great energy. And how funny it is to watch these literally superchildren.
  Stalin-Putin noted:
  "Wow! We should make films about half-naked pioneers attacking Hitler's hordes. Although, frankly, I doubt those fascist boys would have survived our Russian frost!"
  What happened next was interesting. German girls are fighting. In this case, the pair Gerda and Charlotte are trying out the E-10 self-propelled gun. This is still an experimental vehicle. In real life, it was very problematic for both the USSR and the Americans. Its very low silhouette allowed the self-propelled gun to be perfectly concealed in snow, forests, and bushes. Hitting such a small vehicle was very difficult. Plus, its steeply sloped armor plate led to ricochets. The gun, however, is a 75mm 48EL, which allowed it to penetrate Soviet vehicles at close range. And given the self-propelled gun's small size and high speed, this is quite acceptable. So the German girls are in their element. They drive and shoot, and they're wearing nothing but bikinis and barefoot.
  Gerda fired, hit the Soviet vehicle and noted:
  - That's how energetically we act!
  Charlotte also fired, made a very accurate shot, turned over the Russian howitzer and noted:
  - We are the real she-wolves of death and the tigress of annihilation!
  The girls are very active. They're working with a cannon. And they even have a machine gun, albeit one paired with the barrel. The Soviet infantry is trying to attack them, and the warriors are mowing it down with well-aimed shots.
  Gerda noted with a sweet smile:
  - In the holy war - we will win!
  Charlotte pressed the button with her bare toes and chirped, sending another Soviet car to the scrap heap:
  - Imperial flag forward - glory to the fallen heroes!
  And the girls mowed down another line of Russian soldiers with a burst of machine gun fire. It was such annihilation. And they also destroyed a Katyusha rocket launcher with a precise shot-what a hit. These girls really are something special.
  Stalin-Putin, throwing up his hands, noted:
  "For what they're doing, they deserve a good smacking on the heels with rubber truncheons. But let's be honest-it's looking pretty."
  Hans Feuer and his barefoot team of boys attacked Soviet tanks. The kids did such things, throwing grenades so wildly, that they caused complete destruction. The Russian tanks collided, flipped over, and their barrels bent. It was all so destructive.
  Stalin-Putin noted with a grimace:
  - On the one hand it"s disgusting, but on the other it"s impressive!
  The boys and girls truly performed miracles. It's a movie, of course, but when children accomplish feats, even if they're not, it's impressive!
  Here's one of the girls unleashing a deadly gift of death from a slingshot. And flaming shrapnel flies from the Soviet tank.
  Stalin-Putin roared:
  - This is what I must say, it"s terrible and cool at the same time!
  But of course, the film also showed German female pilots. Also barefoot and in bikinis. Adala, for example, is flying a Focke-Wulf. It's a very heavily armed machine. You wouldn't dare mess with one like that.
  The girl sings in flight:
  Heil Führer, you can sew them all up,
  The stormtrooper puts on his helmet...
  Our revolution, the night of the long knives,
  The world will be painted brown!
  And the warrior fired her six aircraft cannons. And immediately, four Soviet fighters rushing toward her were shot down. And the girl, barefoot and in a bikini, went on the attack on the attack aircraft. As soon as she grabbed the IL-2, it went flying. First one, then the other. Such a destructive warrior.
  Stalin-Putin noted with a chuckle:
  - She's so sexy! We had one like that too, only a redhead named Annastasia Vedmakova!
  And the leader laughed. Indeed, he'd been in Stalin's body for a long time. But he remembered his previous incarnation, too. Take the war with Ukraine. It made Stalin-Putin more cautious. And that's why he gave the Third Reich such great freedom. And he's learned not to trust the United States. It's even clearer that Donald Trump isn't your friend at all; he's just out to screw you!
  Stalin-Putin said in rhyme:
  Well, why?
  It is impossible to live according to one's mind...
  Well, why?
  You can't trust anyone!
  Well, why! Well, why!
  The bikini-clad pilot continued to fight, displaying marvels of skill. She was magnificent. She shot down a U-2 from a distance and sang:
  - I am the strongest in the world, I will crush all my enemies in the toilet!
  After which she cut down another U-2, and in the end she covered the PE-2, or pawn.
  Stalin-Putin finds this disgusting, yet at the same time, nerve-wracking. Something truly extraordinary is happening, something that can't be easily explained. The leader watches and utters a very witty and profound remark:
  - Scoundrels, but talented!
  There's something else they show in the movies... For example, combat at sea. On a German cruiser, the crew consists entirely of barefoot, tanned, and quite sexy women. They aim the guns and fight the British. Among them are only two cabin boys, in shorts and barefoot.
  And these children are fighters too. A firefight is raging between a British and a German cruiser. Shells are exploding, and the bare, tanned, muscular legs of the girls are splashing. And it's incredibly exciting.
  The girls, firing with a big smile and extremely nimbly bringing up the shells, sing:
  The death machine has gone crazy,
  The shells rush sharply into the distance...
  And our fate is a purse, not a bag,
  May the Great Reich rule the whole world!
  The girls chosen for the shoot are truly wonderful, pure models, their breasts and hips covered only by thin strips of fabric. And how gracefully curved are their heels in their bare soles-so pink, round, seductive, and arousing.
  Stalin-Putin noted:
  - This is what one genius said: hyperpulsar!
  And you can see the girls shooting, their breasts fluttering beneath thin strips of fabric. These are warriors and sea tigers, so to speak. Who can compare to them? And the Nazis' guns are rapid-fire, and they fire very dynamically. They cause devastation and destruction. The armor of the British cruiser cracked, smoke billowed out, and the British soldiers flew off with their limbs torn off.
  One of the Third Reich's girls took a dagger and threw it with her bare toes with such force that it plunged straight into the throat of an Albion officer. Now that's what fighters are like.
  And a cabin boy, about thirteen years old by the look of him, also barefoot and in shorts, bare-chested and tanned like an Arab, fired his bow. And so accurately that he hit the center of the English cannon's barrel. And suddenly, there was a mighty explosion in the breech.
  The young sailor sang:
  Don't look at me because I'm a boy,
  We don't want to give up...
  I'll jump like a bunny,
  We will defeat all the villains!
  Stalin-Putin said something that was not quite to the point: May the Almighty God grant it!
  
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