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A World Without World War I

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    The assassination of the heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne never happened. Nor did the First World War occur. Tsarist Russia flourished, and in a short war, it took most of Afghanistan. And then came the revenge war with Japan.
  A WORLD WITHOUT WORLD WAR I
  ANNOTATION
  The assassination of the heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne never happened. Nor did the First World War occur. Tsarist Russia flourished, and in a short war, it took most of Afghanistan. And then came the revenge war with Japan.
  CHAPTER No 1.
  The assassination of the heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne never occurred. So the First World War never began. The Germans, in particular, were eager to do so. But they lacked the resolve - the Entente had too many resources: human, industrial, and raw materials. And the population of Tsarist Russia was simply too large.
  And the war never broke out... Time passed... the economy of Tsarist Russia was booming. In 1918, Britain launched a war in Afghanistan. But it went badly for the British. And then the lion's empire made an unprecedented offer: to divide Afghanistan with Russia.
  Despite economic growth, not all was well in the Russian Empire. The Tsar's authority, having lost the war against Japan, was low, Rasputin had fostered rampant corruption, and riots and strikes were constantly flaring up. A small but victorious war could have strengthened the autocracy's authority!
  And so, in 1919, the British invaded Afghanistan from the south and Russian regiments from the north. The Russian troops included many Muslims from Central Asia and managed to avoid guerrilla warfare. The Afghan army was weak, and the Tsarist army had already completed its rearmament and had many machine guns and cannons.
  In short, this campaign was successful for Tsarist Russia, especially since it was commanded by Brusilov, a talented commander and diplomat.
  The central and northern regions of Afghanistan became part of Tsarist Russia, while Britain gained control of the south. Now Nicholas II, too, had territorial conquests. And the Tsar's authority was strengthened. The Tsarist economy grew rapidly, while the British and French economies grew much more slowly; England even stagnated. And so, by 1929, having overtaken Britain and France, Tsarist Russia's economy had become the third-largest, breathing down Germany's neck, and the United States was far ahead.
  But the Great Depression began. The economic situation in all countries of the world was rapidly deteriorating. In 1931, Japan claimed Manchuria as its territory and began a war with China. This became the pretext for the Tsarist government to intervene. And so began the long-awaited war of revenge against the samurai.
  Oleg Rybachenko is right there, participating in the Manchurian offensive.
  The Tsarist army was armed with tanks and airplanes, and even the first helicopters made by Sikorsky. And they were very powerful. And the railways were double-tracked. Tsarist Russia had a significant advantage in both numbers and quality of ground forces. At sea, Tsarist Russia's advantage was slightly less, but the navy was commanded by Admiral Kolchak, a very capable leader and naval commander.
  His crew includes a whole cruiser made up entirely of barefoot girls in bikinis.
  They are also beauties.
  Oleg is with a girl named Margarita. The monster children are attacking.
  They brandish magical swords that lengthen with each swing and cut down the Japanese. The samurai were just beginning to develop light, rather clumsy tanks.
  Oleg throws a poppy seed of antimatter with his bare toes, and it explodes. And an entire battalion of Japanese soldiers is blown into the air.
  The boy sings:
  Homeland in my heart, a string plays,
  Life will be good for everyone in the world...
  And I dream of the Fatherland - the holy land,
  Where happy children laugh!
  Margarita also throws a pea of annihilation with her bare toes of murderous force, and blows up hundreds of samurai at once.
  The warrior girl screams:
  - Banzai!
  And it shows its devastating level. And it's truly extremely revealing and cool.
  Here they are crushing the samurai army. And here their swords are turning into magic wands.
  And the children-magicians waved them, turning tanks and self-propelled guns into beautiful cakes, with flowers and cream, and very tasty.
  These are such magnificent fighters. And what they do. They perform transformations with the highest degree of mark.
  What amazing young warriors these are. They're truly amazing at everything they can do.
  Oleg chuckles. And Russian tanks are attacking, moving like steamrollers. They can just sweep everything away.
  Here's Elena's crew in one of them. A vehicle with the cool name "Peter the Great" just rolls along on its tracks. And fires at the Japanese with its cannon and machine guns. It's a special and very cool war here. And you can't just stop such a steamroller.
  Elena's partner, Ekaterina, reached up and pulled the lever with her bare toes, and a lethal high-explosive fragmentation shell flew out and smashed into the Japanese, scattering them in all directions.
  The honey-blonde girl in the bikini whistled and cooed:
  - Glory to the good Tsar Nicholas!
  Elizaveta, another female fighter, was firing machine guns at the Japanese and noted:
  "Right now, due to economic difficulties in Russia, there's unrest and the beginning of unrest. If we win, the people will be inspired and calm down!"
  The girl driver, Efrosinya, pressing the pedals with her bare feet, noted:
  - Exactly! God forbid we see a Russian rebellion, senseless and merciless!
  And all four girls from the crew sang:
  Melons, watermelons, wheat buns,
  A generous, prosperous land...
  And on the Throne, sits in St. Petersburg,
  Father Tsar Nicholas!
  We will defeat the Japanese very quickly,
  We will have Port Arthur...
  Bare feet in battle, girls,
  The enemy will cry out for help!
  The female warriors truly looked magnificent. And the Petra-1 tank had very strong, well-sloped armor. And when it took on the Japanese, it was simply a disaster for them. They couldn't resist...
  The girls' well-aimed shot overturned a samurai howitzer. And the situation was certain to be ruined.
  And in the sky, Russian pilots fought. Anastasia Vedmakova, a redhead in a ground attack aircraft. She was wearing only a bikini and barefoot. She attacked ground targets using the bare soles of her seductive feet. And she did it with great aggression and precision.
  And to her right, Akulina Orlova, also wearing a bikini, was fighting. And then she presses her bare heel on the pedal, launching something deadly. And the rocket hits a Japanese ammunition depot. There's a powerful explosion. And an entire battery of samurai artillery is thrown into the air.
  Akulina Orlova exclaims:
  - Glory to great Russia!
  She's a girl of exceptional intelligence. And now her bare, round heel is moving again, and another missile is flying towards its target. Russian attack aircraft piloted by girls are very good at target acquisition.
  Maria Magnitnaya also pilots an attack aircraft. She bombs ground targets, while fighters provide cover from above.
  Take Natasha Orlova, for example-a wonderful girl. And she shoots down a samurai plane trying to attack them. She's a truly awesome warrior, you could say. And she sings:
  Thirty-three heroes,
  It's not in vain that they protect the world,
  They are the king's guard,
  They protect forests, fields and seas!
  Maria presses the lever with her bare, tanned foot, and something destructive will be launched. And it will strike the Japanese positions.
  And the warrior squeals:
  And the samurai flew towards this, under the pressure of steel and fire!
  The girls really are magnificent. What could be better than the fair sex in war?
  Anastasia Vedmakova exclaimed:
  We will go into battle boldly,
  For Holy Rus'...
  And we will shed tears for her,
  Young blood!
  And the warrior once again unleashed a devastating gift of annihilation. And the Japanese were pressing them from all sides. And they were being hammered at sea by powerful Russian battleships. Some of the Russian ships' guns reached a caliber of five hundred millimeters, and that's powerful. And they were sinking the Japanese fleet like that.
  But one first-class cruiser has a crew made up entirely of girls. Imagine-an all-female crew. And the girls' only clothing consists of thin panties and a narrow strip of fabric across their chests. And their beautiful legs-barefoot, graceful, tanned, and muscular.
  And they run, barefoot, to the guns. They load them, shove the shells into the breech. And with great, lethal force, they launch the devastating shells, which strike with colossal force, piercing the Japanese armor.
  The girls are incredibly agile and move with deadly speed. And how beautifully they walk, their muscles shimmering like ripples on water. These are real fighters.
  The only man on board is a cabin boy of about thirteen. He's wearing only shorts, his muscular torso exposed, dark brown from the sun, and his hair blond. Now that's a real tough guy. A shard of metal fell onto the side of the ship, and the boy kicked it out with his bare toes.
  The girls are jumping and leaping. The Japanese are suffering heavy losses. And they are putting pressure on both at sea and on land.
  And the girls even laugh. Girls are very beautiful at war with minimal clothing.
  Take Alice and Angelica, for example. These beauties also wear nothing but bikinis. And they shoot sniper rifles. And they're incredibly accurate. The blonde, Alice, is especially accurate. She's very beautiful, and, let's say, extremely tough and aggressive.
  Alice shoots and kills the Japanese with great accuracy. And she smashes their heads like pumpkins. And that's let's just say it's deadly.
  Angelica, the red-haired girl, is larger, very muscular, and acts dexterously.
  A young athletic girl throws grenades at the Japanese with her bare toes, shattering them into pieces. Now that's a fighting team.
  Alice and Angelica, with their very seductive, tanned legs and dexterous, monkey-like feet, hurl destructive gifts at the enemy.
  These girls are very good. And you could even say sexy.
  And what abs they have on their stomachs-like slabs, that's amazing. So the Japanese got something bad.
  The girls' bare feet act as if they were stronger and longer arms. That's the kind of combat effect they have.
  Alice took it and began to sing:
  The anthem of the Motherland sings in our hearts,
  We adore Tsar Nicholas...
  Hold the machine gun tighter, girl,
  I know I will tear apart the enemies of the Fatherland!
  Angelica celebrated with a sweet expression, throwing a grenade with deadly force with her bare toes. And it flew past, scattering the Japanese forces in all directions. That's combat action, just superb.
  What girls! They're really good...
  And here are some other female warriors. For example, the girls are firing rocket launchers and using gas shells. And they're hitting the Japanese really hard. And their legs are so seductive, tanned, and muscular, and even their skin is shiny.
  A girl in a bikini, Nicoletta, exclaims:
  Glory to the great tsarism,
  We will move forward...
  Rock the samurai, the wild one,
  Let's put the horde into account!
  Tamara confirmed with a smile:
  - May our victory be in the holy war!
  Girl Vega noted:
  - Where the Russian flag is planted, there it is our territory forever!
  And the girls sang in chorus:
  And Berlin, Paris, New York,
  Like a wreath in our hands, united...
  The light of communism was lit,
  Holy invincible king!
  And the girls are getting more and more active. Here comes Alenka on a motorcycle. Such a beautiful girl. And she's flying on a motorcycle, shooting an automatic rifle. And mowing down the Japanese.
  And behind her, almost naked, Zoya rushes in, and also fires, using her bare toes, and throws peas of annihilation.
  The girl is, let's say, gorgeous. And the honey-blonde beauty is a gorgeous girl.
  And Anyuta is also extremely active. And she's also a very accurate shot. And she cuts down the Mikado's troops. Well, the girls here are magnificent.
  And here comes Olympiada, a powerful girl. And muscular, cool. And powerful, riding a motorcycle in a sidecar. What a fighting beauty. And so strong, and her shoulders are athletic. What a beauty. In the sidecar sits a boy of about ten with a toy machine gun. And he's pelting the Japanese positions with such a thick stream of bullets. What an aggressive impact.
  And Svetlana is also in battle, and they mow down the Japanese infantry, and they mow them down like sickles, then this is truly death.
  These are the Terminator girls. How deadly everything is. This is their battle team. And their warriors' feet are like real chimpanzee paws. Invincible warriors.
  They jump up and down as if they were soft, and suddenly they throw grenades.
  And here's a girl named Alla riding a self-propelled gun. It's a small and nimble machine. The girl is testing it out, an experimental version. A very clever idea indeed. Only one crew member controls the vehicle and fires the machine guns. And does it with amazing accuracy. And mows down the Japanese with frantic force. And they do it with extreme precision.
  Alla shoots and sings:
  - Glory to the Russian Tsar Nicholas,
  A samurai cannot find peace in battle!
  That's how the team and the showdown went. These girls are capable of so much.
  And the Japanese are already starting to surrender. They throw down their weapons and raise their hands.
  And the girls point assault rifles at them, force them to their knees, and force them to kiss their bare, dusty feet. Now that's not just cool, it's incredibly cool.
  Oleg and Margarita continue running, full of strength and enthusiasm. The impact is quite aggressive, especially when the swords lengthen and take off heads.
  On land, Russian troops quickly routed the Japanese and approached Port Arthur. It was well fortified and tried to hold its ground. But hundreds of Russian tanks launched an assault. Attack aircraft and helicopters rushed to the attack. And it was a truly deadly blow. What a ferocious impact.
  And battalions of barefoot, bikini-clad girls rush to the attack. They are swift and devastating. This is the deadly impact that occurs.
  The girls, I must say, are remarkable. They're tanned, muscular, and have fair hair, many with long manes like horses', while others have braids. These are truly extraordinary fighters.
  And so, fighting rages in Port Arthur. Russian troops are finishing off the Japanese.
  And so the destruction began. And the city took and fell. Japan's greatest citadel was defeated.
  The battle at sea ended with the final sinking of the Japanese squadron and the capture of Admiral Togo.
  And so the landings began. There weren't enough steamships or transports. Longboats were used, and supplies were transported on cruisers and battleships, and many other means were used. The Tsar ordered the use of the merchant navy in the landings.
  The Russian troops repulsed the samurai onslaught, which attempted to drive them from the bridgehead. But the Tsarist army held firm, and the massive attack was repelled with heavy losses.
  During the assault, the witch girls chopped with sabers and threw grenades at the enemy with their bare feet.
  They're certainly in the most dangerous positions. And then they started firing machine guns. Every bullet hit the target.
  Natasha fired, threw a grenade with her bare toes and chirped:
  - There's no one cooler than me!
  Zoya, firing a machine gun, threw a gift of death with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - For Tsar Nicholas II!
  Aurora, continuing to fire from machine guns, and jumping up, snapped back and said:
  - For great Rus'!
  Svetlana, continuing to harass the enemy, bared her teeth and threw a grenade with her bare heel, aggressively:
  - For the Tsarist Empire!
  The warriors continued to strike and pound. They were so full of energy. They fired at each other and crushed the advancing samurai.
  He has already killed thousands, tens of thousands of Japanese.
  And the defeated samurai run away... The girls are 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!
  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.
  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.
  A NEW CHANCE FOR PETER THE GREAT
  ANNOTATION
  Peter the Great lived twenty-five years longer than in real history and even got the chance to become a boy again.
  CHAPTER No 1.
  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, a new beginning, 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 Pyotr 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.
  AMERICA STRIKES BACK
  ANNOTATION
  The spies' games continue, and the politicians weave cunning intrigues, and everything gets even more complicated. An Air Force colonel finds himself in a crazy situation, risking his life.
  CHAPTER 1
  The alarm clock rings at 6 a.m., the clock radio tuned to soothing, easy-listening music. Air Force Colonel Norman Weir puts on his new Nike warm-up suit and runs a couple of miles around the base, returns to his room, then listens to the news on the radio while he shaves, showers, and puts on a fresh uniform. He walks to the Officers' Club four blocks away and eats breakfast-eggs, sausage, whole wheat toast, orange juice, and coffee-while reading the morning newspaper. Since his divorce three years earlier, Norman has started every workday exactly the same way.
  
  Air Force Major Patrick S. McLanahan was awakened by the clicking of his SATCOM transceiver printer, spitting a long stream of messages onto a strip of thermal printer paper like a bad grocery receipt. He sat at his bombardier's station, head resting on the console, taking a nap. After ten years of flying long-range bombers, Patrick had developed the ability to ignore his body's demands for the sake of mission accomplishment: staying awake for long periods; sitting for long hours without relief; and falling asleep quickly and deeply enough to feel refreshed, even if the nap lasted only a few minutes. It was part of the survival technique most combat airmen developed in the face of operational exigencies.
  
  While the printer spewed instructions, Patrick ate breakfast-a cup of protein milkshake from a stainless steel thermos and a couple of pieces of beef jerky with a leathery filling. All his meals during this long flight over water were high-protein and low-residue-no sandwiches, vegetables, or fruit. The reason was simple: no matter how high-tech his bomber, a toilet was still a toilet. Using it meant unzipping all his survival gear, shedding his flight suit, and sitting downstairs nearly naked in a dark, cold, noisy, smelly, drafty compartment. He would rather eat tasteless food and risk constipation than suffer the humiliation. He was grateful to serve in a weapons system that allowed crew members to use a toilet-all his fellow fighter pilots had to use pacifiers, wear adult diapers, or simply hold one in their hands. It was the greatest humiliation.
  
  When the printer finally stopped, he tore off the message strip and reread it. It was a status report request-the second one in the last hour. Patrick composed, coded, and transmitted a new response message, then decided he'd better speak to the aircraft commander about all these requests. He secured his ejection seat, unbuckled his seatbelt, and stood up for the first time in days.
  
  His partner, defense systems specialist Wendy Tork, Ph.D., was fast asleep in the right seat. She tucked her arms under her shoulder harnesses to avoid accidentally pressing the ejection handles-there were many cases of sleeping crew members dreaming of disaster and punching themselves out of perfectly good aircraft-and wore flight gloves, the visor of her dark helmet down, and an oxygen mask in case an emergency arose and she had to eject without warning. Over her flight suit, she wore a summer flight jacket, with a swim harness over it, and the bulges of the inflatable bags under her arms caused her arms to rise and fall with each deep, sleepy breath.
  
  Patrick examined Wendy's defense console before moving forward, but he had to force himself to admit he'd paused there to look at Wendy, not the instruments. There was something about her that intrigued him-and then he stopped himself again. Face it, Muk, Patrick told himself: you're not intrigued-you're passionately in love with her. Beneath that baggy flight suit and survival gear lies a beautiful, toned, luscious body, and it seemed strange, unruly, almost wrong to think about such things while flying forty-one thousand feet over the Gulf of Oman in a high-tech warbird. Strange, but exciting.
  
  At that moment, Wendy lifted her dark helmet visor, lowered her oxygen mask, and smiled at him. Damn it, Patrick thought, quickly turning his attention to the defense console, those eyes could melt titanium.
  
  "Hello," she said. Even though she had to raise her voice to speak to the other end of the cabin, it was still a friendly, pleasant, disarming sound. Wendy Tork, Ph.D., was one of the world's most renowned experts in electromagnetic engineering and systems design, a pioneer in using computers to analyze energy waves and perform specific responses. They had worked together for nearly two years at their home base, the High-Advanced Aerospace Weapons Center (HAWC) at Groom Lake Air Force Base, Nevada, known as Dreamland.
  
  "Hello," he said back. "I was just... checking your systems. We'll be over the horizon of Bandar Abbas in a few minutes, and I wanted to see if you noticed anything."
  
  "The system would alert me if it detected any signals within fifteen percent of the detection threshold," Wendy noted. She spoke in her usual high-tech voice, feminine but not effeminate. This allowed Patrick to relax and stop thinking about things that were so out of place on a military aircraft. Then she leaned forward in her chair, closer to him, and asked, "You were looking at me, weren't you?"
  
  The sudden change in her voice made his heart skip a beat and his mouth go dry as the Arctic air. "You're crazy," he heard himself say. God, that sounded insane!
  
  "I saw you through the visor, Major, hot stuff," she said. "I saw the way you looked at me." She leaned back, still looking at him. "Why were you looking at me?"
  
  "Wendy, I wasn't..."
  
  "Are you sure you weren't?"
  
  "I... I wasn't..." What's going on? Patrick thought. Why am I so tongue-tied? I feel like a schoolboy who's just been caught doodling in the notebook of the girl he had a crush on.
  
  Well, he really was in love with her. They'd first met about three years ago, when they'd both been recruited to the team developing the flying battleship Megafortress. They'd had a brief, intense sexual encounter, but events, circumstances, and responsibilities always prevented anything more from happening. It was the last time and place he'd imagined their relationship could take a new, exciting step forward.
  
  "It's all right, Major," Wendy said. She kept her eyes on him, and he felt the urge to duck back behind the weapons bay bulkhead and stay there until they landed. "You're cleared."
  
  Patrick found he could breathe again. He relaxed, trying to appear calm and casual, though he could feel the sweat seeping from every pore. He picked up the satellite TV tape. "I have... we received a message... orders... instructions," he murmured, and she smiled, simultaneously chiding and enjoying him. "From the Eighth Air Force. I was going to talk to the general, then everyone else. On the interphone. Before we go over the horizon. The Iranian horizon."
  
  "You can do it, Major," Wendy said, amusement in her eyes. Patrick nodded, relieved to be done with it, and headed for the cockpit. She stopped him. "Oh, Major?"
  
  Patrick turned to her again. "Yes, Doctor?"
  
  "You never told me."
  
  "What did I tell you?"
  
  "Are all my systems in order, in your opinion?"
  
  Thank goodness she smiled after that, Patrick thought. Maybe she doesn't think I'm some kind of pervert. Having regained some of his composure, but still afraid to let his gaze wander to her "systems," he replied, "I think they look great, Doc."
  
  "Okay," she said. "Thank you." She smiled a little warmer, looked him up and down, and added, "I'll be sure to keep an eye on your systems, too."
  
  Patrick had never felt such relief and yet such nakedness as he bent to crawl through the connecting tunnel to the cockpit.
  
  But just before he declared himself moving forward and disconnected the intercom cord, he heard the slow electronic "DIDDLE...DIDDLE...DIDDLE..." warning signal of the ship's threat detection system. They had just been picked up by enemy radar.
  
  Patrick practically flew back into his ejection seat, buckled himself in, and released the safety catch. He was in the aft crew compartment of an EB-52C Megafortress bomber, the next generation of "flying battleships" that Patrick's secret research unit hoped to build for the Air Force. This had once been a production B-52H Stratofortress bomber, the workhorse of the U.S. Navy's long-range heavy bombardment force, designed for long range and heavy nuclear and non-nuclear payloads. The original B-52 had been designed in the 1950s; the last one had rolled off the assembly line twenty years earlier. But this plane was different. The original airframe had been rebuilt from the ground up using state-of-the-art technology, not just to modernize it, but to make it the most advanced combat aircraft...that no one had ever heard of.
  
  "Wendy?" he called over the intercom. "What do we have?"
  
  "That's weird," Wendy replied. "I've got a variable X-band PRF target there. Switching between anti-ship and anti-aircraft search systems is accelerating. Estimated range... Hell, thirty-five miles, twelve o'clock. He's right above us. Within range of radar-guided missiles."
  
  "Any idea what this is?"
  
  "It's probably an AWACS," Wendy replied. "It looks like it's scanning both ground and airborne targets. No fast PRFS-just scanning. Faster than the APY scan on, say, an E-2 Hawkeye or E-3 Sentry, but the profile is the same."
  
  "Iranian AWACS aircraft?" Patrick asked. The EB-52 Megafortress was flying in international airspace over the Gulf of Oman, west of the Iranian coast and south of the Strait of Hormuz, outside the Persian Gulf. Lt. Gen. Brad Elliott, director of the Advanced Aerospace Weapons Center, ordered three of his experimental Megafortress bombers to patrol the skies near the Persian Gulf, carrying out a covert, stealthy strike in case one of the supposedly neutral countries in the region decided to intervene in the conflict raging between Coalition forces and the Republic of Iraq.
  
  "Could be a 'support' or a 'candidate,'" Patrick suggested. "One of the aircraft Iraq allegedly transferred to Iran was an IL-76MD airborne early warning aircraft. Perhaps the Iranians are trying out their new toy. Can it see us?"
  
  "I think he can," Wendy said. "He's not tracking us, just scanning the area, but he's close, and we're approaching the detection threshold." The B-52 Stratofortress was not designed, nor was it ever considered, to be stealthy, but the EB-52 Megafortress was very different. It retained much of the new anti-radar technology it had been equipped with as an experimental testbed: non-metallic "fibersteel" skin, stronger and lighter than steel but not radar-reflective; beveled control surfaces instead of straight edges; no external antennas; radar-absorbent material used in the engine intakes and windows; and a unique radar-absorbing energy system that retransmits radar energy along the aircraft's body and diverts it back along the wing's trailing edges, reducing the amount of radar energy reflected back to the enemy. It also carried a wide range of weapons and could provide the same firepower as Air Force or Navy tactical fighters.
  
  "It looks like he's guarding the Strait of Hormuz, watching for incoming aircraft," Patrick suggested. "Course two-three-zero to avoid it. If he spots us, it might arouse the Iranians."
  
  But he spoke too late: "He can see us," Wendy interjected. "He's at thirty-five miles, one o'clock, at high speed, heading straight for us. Speed increasing to five hundred knots."
  
  "That's not an AWACS," Patrick said. "It looks like we've spotted some kind of fast-moving patrol aircraft."
  
  "Shit," the aircraft's commander, Lieutenant General Brad Elliott, cursed over the intercom. Elliott was the commander of the Advanced Aerospace Weapons Center, also known as Dreamland, and the designer of the EB-52 Megafortress flying battleship. "Turn off his radar, Wendy, and let's hope he thinks his radar is faulty and decides to call it a day."
  
  "Let's get out of here, Brad," Patrick interjected. "There's no point in risking a dogfight here."
  
  "We're in international airspace," Elliott protested indignantly. "We have as much right to be here as Turkey does."
  
  "Sir, this is a combat zone," Patrick emphasized. "Crew, let's get ready to get the hell out of here."
  
  With a single touch, Wendy commanded the Megafortress's powerful jamming devices to disable the Iranian fighter's search radar. "Trackbreakers activated," Wendy announced. "Give me ninety to the left." Brad Elliott banked the Megafortress sharply to the right and turned perpendicular to the fighter's flight path. The jet's pulse-Doppler radar might not detect a target with zero relative closing velocity. "Bandit at three o'clock, thirty-five miles, and at constant altitude. We're heading for four o'clock. I think he's lost us."
  
  "Not so fast," interjected the crew chief and co-pilot, Colonel John Ormack. Ormack was the HAWC's deputy commander and chief engineer-a wizard, a command pilot with several thousand hours on various tactical aircraft. But his first love was computers, avionics, and gadgets. Brad Elliott had ideas, but he relied on Ormack to make them reality. If techies were given badges or wings, John Ormack would wear them with pride. "He might be being passive. We need to put more distance between us and him. He might not need radar to intercept us."
  
  "I get that," Wendy said. "But I think his IRSTS is out of reach. He..."
  
  At that moment, they all heard a loud, accelerating "DIDDLE-DIDDLE-DIDDLE!" warning over the intercom. "Aerial interceptor locked, range thirty miles, closing fast! Its radar is enormous-it's burning through my jammers. Radar lock secure, closing speed... closing speed reaching six hundred knots!"
  
  "Well," said John Ormack, "at least the water down there is warm even at this time of year."
  
  Jokes were the only thing any of them could think of at that moment - because being spotted by a supersonic interceptor alone over the Gulf of Oman was just about the most fatal thing a bomber crew could ever face.
  
  For Norman Weir, this morning was a little different. Today and for the next two weeks, Weir and several dozen of his fellow Air Force full colonels were at Randolph Air Force Base near San Antonio, Texas, for a promotion board. Their task: select the best, brightest, and most highly qualified of the roughly 3,000 Air Force majors for promotion to lieutenant colonel.
  
  Colonel Norman Weir knew a lot about making decisions using complex, objective criteria-promoting careers was right up his alley. Norman was the commander of the Air Force Budget Review Agency at the Pentagon. His job was to do exactly what he was being asked to do: sift through mountains of information about weapons and information systems and determine the future costs and benefits over the life cycle of each. Essentially, he and his staff of sixty-five military and civilian analysts, accountants, and technical experts decided the future of the United States Air Force every day. Every aircraft, missile, satellite, computer, black box, and bomb, as well as every man and woman in the Air Force, was under his watchful eye. Every item in every unit's budget had to pass his team's rigorous review. If it didn't, it would cease to exist by the end of the fiscal year with a single memo to someone in the Office of the Secretary of the Air Force. He had power and responsibility for billions of dollars every week, and he wielded that power with skill and enthusiasm.
  
  Thanks to his father, Norman decided to pursue a military career in high school. Norman's father was drafted into the Army in the mid-1960s but thought it might be safer to serve at sea in the Navy, so he enlisted and served as a jet propulsion technician aboard various aircraft carriers. He returned from long cruises in the Pacific and Indian Oceans with incredible stories of aviation heroism and triumph, and Norman was hooked. Norman's father also returned home missing half his left arm as a result of a deck ordnance explosion on the aircraft carrier USS Enterprise and with a Purple Heart. This paved the way for Norman to be accepted to the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis.
  
  But life at the academy was hard. To say Norman was simply an introvert would be putting it mildly. Norman lived in his head, existing in a sterile, protected world of knowledge and thought. Problem-solving was an academic exercise, not a physical one or even a leadership one. The more they forced him to run, do push-ups, march, and drill, the more he hated it. He failed the physical fitness test, was discharged with prejudice, and returned to Iowa.
  
  His father's near-constant nagging about him wasting his commission and dropping out of the Naval Academy-as if his father had sacrificed his arm so his son could go to Annapolis-weighed heavily on his soul. His father practically disowned his son, declaring he couldn't afford college and urging him to drop out and find a job. Desperate to make his father happy, Norman applied to and was accepted into the Air Force Reserve Officer Training Corps, where he earned a degree in finance and an Air Force commission, became an accounting and finance specialist, and a few months later earned his CPA certification.
  
  Norman loved the Air Force. It was the best of all worlds: he had the respect of people who respected and admired accountants, and he could command the respect of most others because he outranked and outsmarted them. He earned his major's gold oak leaf in time and soon after assumed command of his own accounting service center on the base.
  
  Even his wife seemed to be enjoying life after her initial hesitation. Most women accepted their husband's rank, but Norman's wife shone and flaunted this invisible but tangible rank at every opportunity. Wives of higher-ranking officers "volunteered" her to serve on committees, which initially resented her. But she soon learned that she had the authority to "volunteer" the wives of lower-ranking officers to serve on her committee, so only the wives of lower-ranking officers and non-commissioned officers had to do the heavy lifting. It was a very neat and uncomplicated system.
  
  For Norman, the job was rewarding but not challenging. Except for standing watch on several mobility lines during unit deployments and a few late nights preparing for snap and annual base inspections, he had a forty-hour workweek and very little stress. He accepted several unusual assignments: conducting an audit at a radar post in Greenland; serving on the advisory staff of several congressional staffers conducting research for legislation. Important, low-risk assignments, full-time work. Norman enjoyed them.
  
  But that's when the conflicts began closer to home. Both he and his wife were born and raised in Iowa, but there were no Air Force bases in Iowa, so it was guaranteed they would only go home for visits. Norman's one unaccompanied overseas PC assignment to Korea gave her time to return home, but it was small consolation without her husband. Frequent layoffs took a toll on the couple, with varying degrees of severity. Norman promised his wife they would start a family when the assignment cycle slowed, but after fifteen years, it became clear Norman had no real intention of starting a family.
  
  The final straw came with Norman's final Pentagon assignment-he became the first director of a brand-new agency overseeing the Air Force budget. They told him the assignment was guaranteed for four years-no more moves. He could even quit if he wanted. His wife's biological clock, which had been ringing loudly for the past five years, had become deafening by then. But Norman said wait. This was a new store. Lots of late nights, lots of weekends. What kind of life would that be for a family? Besides, one morning, after yet another discussion about children, he hinted that she was too old to try to raise a newborn.
  
  By the time he returned home the next evening, she was gone. That had been over three years ago, and Norman hadn't seen or spoken to her since. Her signature on the divorce papers was the last thing he ever saw of hers.
  
  Well, he often told himself, he'd be better off without her. He could take better, more exotic assignments; travel the world without worrying about constantly commuting to either Iowa in the summer or Florida in the winter, where his in-laws were staying; and he didn't have to listen to his ex-wife insisting that two smart people should have a better, more fulfilling-that is, "civilian"-life. Besides, as the old saying went, "If the Air Force wanted you to have a wife, they would have given you one." Norman was beginning to believe that was true.
  
  The first day of the promotion board meeting at the Air Force Selection Board Secretariat at the Air Force Military Personnel Center in Randolph was filled with organizational details and several briefings on how the board operates, the criteria to be used in the selection process, how to use checklists and evaluation sheets, and a review of the standard candidate file. The briefings were conducted by Colonel Ted Fellows, Chief of the Air Force Selection Board Secretariat. The fellows received a briefing on the candidates' profiles-average length of service, geographic distribution, specialty distribution, and other useful information intended to explain how these candidates were selected.
  
  Then, the promotion board president, Major General Larry Dean Ingemanson, commander of the Tenth Air Division, addressed the board members and assigned assignments to each board member, along with a Secretary of the Air Force (SAM) Memorandum of Instruction. The SAM was a set of orders issued by the Secretary of the Air Force to board members, informing them of who would be promoted and the quotas for each, along with general guidelines on how to select candidates eligible for promotion.
  
  There were three main categories of officers eligible for promotion: candidates in the primary zone, above it, and below it. Within each category, specialties were considered: line officers, including airmen or rated officers; unrated operational officers, such as security police and maintenance officers; and mission support officers, such as finance, administration, and base services; along with critical mission support specialties, such as the Chaplain Corps, Medical Service Corps, Nurse Corps, Biomedical Sciences Corps, Dental Corps, and Judge Advocate General Corps. General Ingemanson also announced that expert panels could be convened on any other personnel matters the Secretary of the Air Force might require.
  
  The board members were randomly divided into eight groups of seven members each, adjusted by the president to ensure that each group was not overly tied to a single specialty or command. All major Air Force commands, direct reporting units, field operating agencies, and specialties seemed to be represented: logistics, maintenance, personnel, finance, information technology, chaplains, security police, and dozens of others, including flight specialties. Norman immediately noticed that flight specialties, or "rated" specialties, were particularly well represented. At least half of all board members were enlisted officers, mostly unit commanders or staff officers assigned to high-ranking positions in the Pentagon or at major command headquarters.
  
  It was the biggest problem Norman saw in the Air Force, the one factor that dominated the service to the exclusion of everything else, the one specialty that made life miserable for everyone else-the pilots.
  
  Of course, this was the United States Air Force, not the United States Accounting Force-the service existed to wage battles for national defense by establishing control over the skies and near space, and airmen obviously had a major role to play. But they had the biggest egos and the biggest mouths. The service made concessions to its airmen far more than they supported any other profession, no matter how vital. Airmen received every perk. Unit commanders treated them like firstborn-in fact, most unit commanders were airmen, even if the unit had no direct flying responsibilities.
  
  Norman wasn't entirely sure where his dislike for those who wore wings came from. It likely stemmed from his father. Pilots treated naval aviation mechanics like hired servants, even if the mechanic was a seasoned veteran and the pilot a clueless rookie on his first flight. Norman's father complained loudly and at length about officers in general and aviators in particular. He always wanted his son to be an officer, but he was determined to teach him how to become one that enlisted men and noncommissioned officers admired and respected-and that meant putting up flyers at every opportunity.
  
  Of course, this was an officer, a pilot, who disregarded safety precautions and the advice of his plane's captain and fired a Zuni rocket into a line of aircraft waiting to refuel, resulting in one of the worst non-combat naval disasters the Navy had ever seen, killing over two hundred people and injuring several hundred, including Norman's father. A brash, arrogant, know-it-all pilot who disregarded the rules, this officer was quickly and quietly discharged from the service. Norman's unit commanders repeatedly threw the book at unrated officers and enlisted personnel for the slightest infractions, but the leaflets were usually given two, three, or even four chances before finally being offered discharge rather than court-martial. They always received full benefits.
  
  Well, this time things were going to be different. If I got the promotional pilot's jacket, Norman thought, he'd have to prove himself worthy of a promotion. And he vowed it wouldn't be easy.
  
  "Let's get down to business," Patrick said.
  
  "Damn good idea," Brad said. He dropped the Megafortress's throttles to idle, rolled the plane onto its left wing, and put the big bomber into a relatively gentle dive at six thousand feet per minute. "Wendy, squeeze every last drop out of them. Full spectrum. No radio transmissions. We don't want the entire Iranian Air Force chasing us."
  
  "Copy," Wendy said weakly. She scrambled to catch scattered pencils and checklists as the negative GS sent anything unsafe scattering across the cabin. Turning her oxygen regulator to "100%" helped when her stomach and most of its contents threatened to float around the cabin. "I'm seizing up. It's-" Suddenly, they all heard the rapid warning "DEEDLEDEEDLEDEEDLE!" and red emergency lights flashed in every compartment. "Radar missile launch, seven o'clock, twenty-five miles!" Wendy shouted. "Turn right!"
  
  Elliott banked the Megafortress hard to the right and dropped the throttles to idle, lowering the nose to make the missile more difficult to intercept and to shield the bomber's engine exhaust as much as possible from the attacker. As the bomber slowed, it turned faster. Patrick felt as if he had flipped upside down-the sudden braking, steep dive, and sharp turn only served to derail him and everyone else.
  
  "Chaff! Chaff!" Wendy screamed, ejecting chaff from the left ejectors. The chaff, packets of tinsel-like metal strips, formed large radar-reflecting clouds that created attractive false targets for enemy missiles.
  
  "The missiles are still coming!" Wendy shouted. "Load the Stingers!" As the enemy missiles closed in, Wendy fired small radar- and heat-seeking missiles from the Megafortress's guided cannon. The Stinger missiles collided head-on with the incoming missiles, then detonated a few dozen feet in the missile's path, shredding its fuselage and guidance system. It worked. The last enemy missile detonated less than five thousand feet away.
  
  It took them just four minutes to descend to just two hundred feet above the Gulf of Oman, guided by a navigation computer's terrain database, a satellite navigation system, and a pencil-thin energy beam that measured the distance between the bomber's belly and the water. They headed southwest at full military power, as far from the Iranian coast as possible. Brad Elliott knew what fighter pilots dreaded-low-altitude flight, darkness, and flying over water far from friendly shores. Every engine cough intensified, every drop in the fuel gauge needles seemed critical-even the slightest crackle in the headphones or a tremor in the flight controls seemed to signal disaster. The presence of a potential enemy jamming radar and radio transmissions further heightened the tension. Few fighter pilots had the nerve for night chases over water.
  
  But as Wendy studied her threat displays, it soon became apparent that the MiG, or whatever it was, wasn't going to disappear that easily. "Tough luck, guys-we didn't lose it. It's within twenty miles of us and right on our tail, staying high, but still keeping a good radar lock on us."
  
  "I bet there are messages being sent back to headquarters too," Elliot said.
  
  "Six o'clock, altitude fifteen miles. Approaching heater range." Because the attacking enemy's radar was jammed, he couldn't use a radar-guided missile, but with IRSTS, he could easily close in and fire a heat-seeking missile.
  
  "Wendy, get ready to launch the Scorpions," Brad said.
  
  "Roger that." Wendy's fingers were already on the keyboard, typing out launch instructions for the Megafortress's surprise weapon-the AIM-120 Scorpion AMRAAM, or Advanced Medium-Range Air-to-Air Missile. The EB-52 carried six Scorpion missiles on each underwing pylon. The Scorpions were radar-guided missiles, controlled by the Megafortress's attack radar or by an onboard radar in the missile's nose-the missiles could even engage targets in the bomber's rear quadrant under the guidance of a tail-mounted radar, allowing for over-the-shoulder launches against pursuing enemies. Only a few aircraft worldwide carried AMRAAMs, but the EB-52 Megafortress carried one for three years, including one combat mission. The enemy aircraft were within the Scorpion's maximum twenty-mile range.
  
  "Twelve miles."
  
  "When he gets eight miles, lock him up and start shooting at them," Brad said. "We have to shoot first."
  
  "Brad, we have to end this," Patrick said urgently.
  
  Wendy looked at him in complete surprise, but Brad Elliott exclaimed, "What was that, Patrick?"
  
  "I said we have to stop this," Patrick repeated. "Look, we're in international airspace. We just dropped to low altitude, we're jamming his radar. He knows we're the bad guys. Forcing a fight isn't going to solve anything."
  
  "He attacked us first, Patrick."
  
  "Look, we're acting like enemies, and he's doing his job-throwing us out of his zone and his airspace," Patrick countered. "We tried to get in, and we got caught. Nobody wants a fight here."
  
  "So what the hell are you suggesting, Nav?" Brad asked sarcastically.
  
  Patrick hesitated, then leaned toward Wendy and said, "Turn off the interference on the UHF GUARD."
  
  Wendy looked at him with concern. "Are you sure, Patrick?"
  
  "Yes. Do it." Wendy reluctantly entered instructions into her ECM computer to prevent jamming signals from interfering with 243.0 megahertz, the universal ultra-high frequency (UHF) emergency communications channel. Patrick flipped the intercom panel dial to COM 2, which he knew was set to the UHF emergency communications channel. "Attention, Iranian aircraft at our six o'clock position, one hundred and seventy-six kilometers southeast of Bandar Abbas. This is the American aircraft you're pursuing. Can you read me?"
  
  "Patrick, what the hell are you doing?" Elliott yelled over the intercom. "Defense, have you stopped jamming the UHF? What the hell is going on?"
  
  "That's a bad idea, Patrick," John suggested sternly, but not as forcefully as Elliot. "You just told him we're Americans. He'll probably want to take a look right now."
  
  "He'd be crazy to answer," Brad said. "Now don't turn on the radio and..."
  
  But just at that moment they heard on the radio: "What is this? We feel a little sorry."
  
  "What the hell was that?" Wendy asked.
  
  "I thought it sounded Russian," Patrick said.
  
  Just then, in broken English, they heard: "American aircraft twelve minutes clockwise from my nose, this is Khaneh One-Four-One of the Islamic Republic of Iran Air Force. I understand. You are violating Iranian sovereign airspace. I order you to climb immediately to three thousand meters and prepare to intercept. Reduce speed immediately and lower the landing gear. Do you understand?"
  
  "One-Four-One, this is an American aircraft. We have installed defensive weapons on your aircraft. Do not fly closer than twelve kilometers to us, or you will be attacked. Do you understand?"
  
  "The distance is ten miles."
  ARMENIA BURNING IN BATTLE -5
  ANNOTATION
  Here comes the war, which Stalin launched against the Third Reich. Well, the Red Army is advancing against Turkey, and that's awesome, the fighting is fierce. And of course, beautiful, barefoot girls are in the ranks, demonstrating their supreme fighting prowess with their bare heels!
  CHAPTER 1
  The offensive in the Yerevan direction began on November 16. Soviet troops attacked with tanks and infantry. They were short of ammunition and had no supplies. The Turks weren't particularly strong either, but they had dug in. The fighting was brutal.
  The Komsomol girls went into battle, barefoot as usual. It was already a bit chilly, though. Even in Transcaucasia, winter was freezing in 1941.
  But this doesn"t bother the girls, and they run barefoot through the frost, leaving graceful and very beautiful footprints.
  Of course, the beauties also sing during the battle;
  The dashing Komsomol girls,
  Ready to fight Hitler at all times...
  And the voices of the beauties are very clear,
  Any business is right, no problem!
  
  We grew up in the land of holy advice,
  In which every warrior from the nursery...
  Let our exploits be sung,
  Look up, boys, be brave!
  
  We will create a fanciful reality,
  In which there is no malice or pain at all...
  We shoot evenly at range,
  And let the dawn burn in the rays of the dawn!
  
  Let there be a banner, the banner of communism,
  Shine over the boundless Motherland...
  We will cast down the horns of fascism into hell,
  After all, the Motherland is our Father, our dear Mother!
  
  Stalin himself will lead the boys into battle,
  We will fight fiercely against the enemy...
  The holy vengeance of the Fritzes will come,
  The Nazis will be dealt with in the most brutal manner!
  
  To the glory of our mother Russia,
  In which the cities are filled with the ringing of...
  There is no happier country in the whole universe,
  And our truth will be forever!
  
  In Russia all the girls are giants,
  We run barefoot right through the snow...
  The people and our party are united,
  Welcoming that victorious spring!
  
  For our Motherland we kindle our hearts,
  For the glory of this unearthly Fatherland,
  Let's open the door to the radiant space,
  With a great, boundless dream blossoms!
  
  Then Russia will become omnipotent,
  Will put the whole world on its shoulder blades...
  And our garden will bloom even more densely,
  And Jesus will become the idol of destiny!
  
  Under our flag, very scarlet indeed,
  Fields and lawns will bloom profusely...
  We are dissatisfied with something small,
  And even the Fuhrer will be kaput!
  
  We will march to Berlin with a march and copper trumpets,
  It's beautiful for girls to flash their heels...
  We can"t even fit into our fur coats in the cold,
  And we love to tear our enemies apart!
  The girls, as they say, worked their hearts out and earned their stripes. And the fight turned out to be serious.
  They managed to open a corridor, and quite a wide one at that. Further up in the mountains, the Turks had already brought up reserves, including tanks from America. Some of the American vehicles were quite capable, and their military capabilities were colossal.
  And especially when bombers appeared and began dropping bombs on Soviet positions, the offensive had to be slowed.
  Soviet troops also advanced against the Germans.
  Especially near Pskov. To push back the pincers. But the Germans and the coalition fought well overall. However, a problem arose during the fighting when the frost intensified. And coalition aircraft began to break down.
  But English aircraft, which were better adapted to the cold, went into battle.
  And they somewhat compensated for the loss from the freezing of the freezing liquid.
  So the battles became devastating and brutal. And here are the pioneers on the attack. True, they dressed up a bit in the bitter cold, but they still advanced quickly.
  And, of course, the children sing;
  Pioneer is a proud word,
  In it the murmur of a stream sparkles...
  And we have no other way,
  Even if sometimes you don't have a ruble in your pocket!
  
  Even though I was born in peaceful times,
  The twenty-first computer century...
  But fate also gave me a burden,
  Even boys hold this covenant dear!
  
  I found myself in a very evil era,
  There, when the war rages...
  Where the people are angry and sick,
  Even in summer, winter rages!
  
  There I had to join the Pioneers,
  For the sake of our great Motherland...
  To become a great example for others,
  Show me I'm a cool kid!
  
  Oh, what a difficult fate for a boy,
  I realized this right away, alas...
  You walk barefoot across the snowy field,
  And all around the horde is advancing!
  
  It's good to live in a separate apartment,
  Where there is a computer and plenty of food...
  And around the deadly flames blaze,
  And they slide down to the ravine of dreams!
  
  People need beautiful happiness,
  They want to live in an honest country...
  But now bad weather has rolled in,
  The path will be opened for Satan!
  
  Here come the fascists with machine guns,
  They started killing peaceful people...
  The communists are going against them,
  And the great Russian army!
  
  No, it seemed to the boys there was no salvation,
  But we united into a strong squad...
  We ask that you know the Savior's forgiveness,
  And familiar faces of the beardless guys!
  
  I went on a mission with a girl,
  The fascists' armored train was lowered...
  Blew up the commandant's building,
  And the young man had enough strength...
  
  We wander barefoot through the snowdrifts,
  A boy and a girl are freezing in the snow...
  I had to pray to God tearfully,
  I'm running with my friend to warm up!
  
  We reached the edge of the road,
  They planted a charge under the Fritzes...
  O great Russian gods,
  The boy turned his gaze to the heavens!
  
  The Nazis got it with napalm,
  A major blow to the horns...
  It's not for nothing that we're at school,
  We went running in the mountains!
  
  I believe we will be in Berlin for the holiday,
  We'll go there, to the great parade...
  Even though the girl and I are barefoot now,
  But heaven will come - hell will end!
  
  Jesus will resurrect everyone, believe me,
  And no one will ever die...
  Let the children laugh in this joy,
  And the evil war will end!
  
  I will come to the Easter service,
  Let Jesus spread the veil...
  Here the endless peak is taken,
  The bush is illuminated by a bright flame!
  Look how beautifully the pioneers sing. And they charge. The boy Vaska even threw off his felt boots and ran barefoot, roaring:
  -Oh, frost, frost,
  Don't freeze me!
  Don't freeze me,
  My horse!
  And the other boys suddenly took off their felt boots. And their bare, childish feet turned red from the cold, like goose feet. That's how children rush into the attack.
  Yeah, Pioneers are something really cool. And they don't even consider shoes in the bitter cold. Well, you can't resist them.
  And here's Pioneer Seryozhka, also on the attack. He and the other kids are in shorts, barefoot in the snow. And they're having fun, even seeming cool. And the kids are throwing lethally poisonous needles with their toes. Well, try messing with those.
  These are the Terminator children. They're in a fierce fight and look quite aggressive. Their eyes are positively sparkling and have an emerald sheen.
  Or with a sapphire shine. And these warrior children sing;
  Believe me, my homeland is more precious to me than anything else,
  I love you, my dear Fatherland...
  And I'll hit the Fuhrer in his evil face.
  Russia won't be torn apart ruble by ruble!
  
  We are pioneers building communism,
  When necessary, we can fight...
  Let hell-fascism be destroyed,
  I'll fix the RPG on the backpack!
  
  War, believe me, is a cruel path,
  Everyone who has stepped into this knows about it...
  There is no escape from it, no way to jump off,
  Only strength was enough to win!
  
  I am a boy walking barefoot in the snowdrifts,
  It's common for brave pioneers to run...
  And I'll hit the Nazi with my fist,
  I won"t be afraid of frost or snow!
  
  I am a knight, you know, even from the nursery,
  Although he looks like just a boy...
  Let the villain be reduced to dust,
  And you, Adolf, believe me, are a complete scoundrel and not a big shot!
  
  Russia is the greatest of countries,
  May the universe be under you...
  But then a hurricane of death swept through,
  What has happened to my holy Motherland!
  
  The Third Reich conquered America,
  Throws infinite resources...
  The Wehrmacht became like a huge crocodile,
  They are enrolling boys in courses!
  
  We pioneers can overcome,
  Enemies of the Fatherland - valiantly, skillfully...
  A huge Russian bear,
  Believe strongly with your mind and body!
  
  And I believe we will enter the stream into Berlin,
  Let's march with the beat of the drum...
  Above us is a radiant cherub,
  Everyone will be under the Soviet rule of the country!
  That's how these cool and unique pioneers sang. And "pioneer" really does sound very proud. And at the same time, playful.
  Alina, a Komsomol member, also fires a howitzer. She fires deadly shells, which knock out a fair number of Nazi soldiers. However, the girl fights barefoot, almost naked, despite the freezing temperatures. And that's pretty cool.
  The girl Anyuta tells her:
  - Aren't you cold?
  Alina laughed and replied:
  - Cold, cold, cold -
  For a girl, believe me, it"s not a problem!
  These girls are simply indescribably beautiful. Their legs are so chiseled and bare. And their heels are bare, round, pink from the snowdrifts, which is pure delight.
  When they captured a German prisoner, the Komsomol girls made the young man kneel and forced him to kiss their round, bare heels.
  Gulliver saw all this. He, too, was now a pioneer boy, and barefoot.
  Yes, Gulliver has been somewhat forgotten in this parallel world, but he is still alive and on the run.
  Here is a boy traveler, who became an ardent pioneer, sees how German prisoners kiss the bare soles of girls and remarked:
  - But that's unhygienic. You could catch an infection!
  Alina, Anyuta, and Maria exclaimed in chorus:
  - You don"t understand anything, pioneer - sing better!
  Gulliver asked with a smile:
  - And what should I sing?
  The Komsomol girls exclaimed:
  - About Yemelyan Pugachev and the pioneer, that would be cool and right!
  And the boy traveler and the pioneer sang in chorus;
  Unfortunately, it is hard for the people of Russia,
  Groaning under the yoke of the landowners...
  A boy from our century was attracted,
  I wanted to give freedom to the men!
  
  He loves the computer and plays VCRs,
  The planet knows all the news...
  And he can clean anyone's nickel,
  The boy's pranks are celebrated!
  
  And so it happened, he got there,
  Where the people groan under the heel...
  And the brave boy, having rejected the centuries,
  Decided to become a brave hero!
  
  Here is King Emelyan with the legendary sword,
  The people rose up to defend...
  With his broad, powerful shoulder,
  Decided to fight for a place in heaven!
  
  A barefoot pioneer nestled next to him,
  Almost an ordinary boy...
  He decided to show the peasants an example,
  Although not a big deal!
  
  And King Emelyan retreated from the enemies,
  He was driven to the blue sea...
  The Cossack people were already murmuring in fear,
  It seemed that I would soon burn!
  
  But the boy appeared, like a barefoot falcon,
  And he came up with a brilliant plan...
  Of course the guy is very cool,
  Not that it's a cowardly thought!
  
  Fighter Mikhelson is blazing in the fire,
  His regiment was reduced to ashes...
  The queen's army awaits defeat,
  That's how it is with children these days!
  
  The great Suvorov opened his soul to us,
  And he began to fight for our people...
  This is how much strength Russia has now,
  Let's color Easter eggs!
  
  Panin, this furious count, also gives in,
  One fall after another...
  And the Kremlin is decorated with our peasant flag,
  Go away, crooks, with Satan!
  
  No one will be able to break our people,
  We are knights, know giants...
  Our pioneer passed his exams with flying colors,
  We will be united with the Fatherland!
  
  And let the banner of the Soviets shine,
  Will raise freedom higher...
  Of course, the bourgeoisie cannot understand dreams,
  To the glory of the Cossack family!
  
  I had to fight with the fascists too,
  They are also bourgeois, you know...
  Even though the Nazi is devoted to Satan to the end,
  We'll show the Fuhrer what's up!
  
  And Katya ran away from the Russian guys,
  Fearing the cool Emelyan...
  We won there - kill the fascist,
  Let there be free countries!
  
  Fascism is advancing - it"s hard for all of us,
  We fight with fierce fury...
  All that was left from the boat was an oar in pieces,
  And bloody Malyuta rules!
  
  But the boy helped Pugachev,
  Managed to make power popular....
  For God is only a small part of us,
  The mind is capable of becoming free!
  
  So maybe you, boy, are a brave soldier,
  And yet he is also a commander...
  And the horde will perish in the raging abyss,
  And then you will become a Komsomol member!
  
  It's time to fight for the glory of the Fatherland,
  It is very hard to fight with the mind...
  Such a great Russian army,
  What planet are you carrying in your backpack!
  
  And how much longer can you fight, believe me,
  You don"t know the score of victories...
  Torn to pieces by fascism, a furious beast,
  And the Fuhrer became a parrot!
  
  After all, I am a pioneer - that's my word of honor,
  I can fly, measuring the edge...
  We will be able to sweep the entire Wehrmacht into pieces,
  And that's not counting the losses!
  
  In all respects we are commanders, we are not equal,
  Boys are always geniuses...
  May the people's dream come true,
  I will become a sexy fighter!
  The Komsomol girl remarked angrily:
  - At your age, it"s indecent to use such words!
  Gulliver replied with a smile:
  - What people say,
  We care...
  The main thing is the result,
  And not what is decent!
  The girls burst out laughing. It really did look quite funny and tasteful.
  Then Augustina, the red-haired beauty, appeared and grabbed the German prisoner's nose with her bare toes. She squeezed so hard he developed a bruise. Then the red-haired warrior chirped:
  - The Germans are shaking violently,
  Their cruelty is beyond the limit...
  If women fight -
  It's better not to get into a fight!
  After which the girls didn't waste any time, but went ahead and picked a younger, better-looking German. They stripped him naked and doused him with cold water, and it all worked out really well. The girls started singing,
  and baring his teeth:
  Love and death,
  Good and evil...
  What is holy, what is sinful,
  It is not destined to be understood...
  Love and death,
  Good and evil,
  And we are given the choice,
  Just one thing!
  So, after that, the girls went to the bathhouse for a steam bath. And they beat each other with birch branches. Then they gave the boy Gulliver a steam bath, giving him a good beating with oak brooms. Yes, that was pretty awesome.
  These are truly colossal girls. They are truly exceptionally good.
  And the girls did some more squats and crunches.
  The war continued... November passed, and December arrived. The frosts grew even more severe. Now that was a good thing. Taking advantage of the cold, the Red Army tried to advance. They used an innovation in battle - wooden tanks. Which was also quite good and effective. So they went and advanced.
  The Germans fired very effectively, but at cheap targets. And then the Soviet artillery came into play.
  The Axis coalition had a tough winter. They weren't quite ready for it. But they held their own.
  Germany was trying to increase its arms production. It had plenty of infantry-all of Europe was ready to take up arms-but it needed equipment. Some equipment was arriving from Britain and the United States.
  The Americans had some pretty good submachine guns. They were quite effective in defense. The Germans, when defending themselves, usually fired randomly. But the submachine gun mowed down Soviet infantry. And quite a few simple machine guns arrived from America.
  Soviet troops initially advanced. But then the Germans' defense grew more tenacious. Still, many Germans and allies perished. But by January, a thaw set in. Additional forces entered the battle. And the coalition counterattacked, restoring the front line. And things became much more tense.
  Zhukov noted:
  - We are throwing corpses at the enemy positions!
  Stalin roared in response:
  - I'll roll you into the asphalt, keep quiet!
  And in response, laughter. And here's Gulliver on the attack again, fighting barefoot and in shorts. And the boys rush forward, singing:
  Hey, Fuhrer, evil Fuhrer, evil Fuhrer goat,
  Why are you bald like a donkey?
  You'll get a real kick in the ass from your brothers -
  You'll run into a strong Slavic fist!
  And the boy suddenly bursts into laughter again, a ringing laugh.
  But the Germans and the coalition dug in their heels. Matildas and Grants, serious tank types, are back in action.
  And ME-109s and other coalition aircraft circled the skies. Among them, star German aces began to appear. First and foremost, Johann Marseille, who proved a courageous fighter who plunged into the thick of battle.
  But that's another story.
  Gulliver himself, however, received a medal for his desperate bravery in the attack, despite his youth - "For Courage!" What a fighting boy he was.
  
  Cabin Boy Pirate's Career
  ANNOTATION
  Everyone's familiar with the cabin boy, Eduard, has become a pirate. He fights the government fleet, plunders ships, and frees beautiful, barefoot slave girls. He strives to make everything fairer.
  CHAPTER 1
  Crouched like a leech between the deck's twisting shelves, barefoot boy Eduard Osetrov continued to listen. The ship's freshly cut planks smelled tartly of refined oak and tickled the smooth cheek of a man who had become an eternal teenager, or perhaps even a boy of about thirteen. The boy-terminator thought tensely:
  - Which plan should he choose?
  An alien snail-bug, its emerald shell glittering, crawled across the bare, callused sole of the cabin boy. Its paws pleasantly tickled the boy's round, pink heel, and Eddie's lips stretched into a smile.
  How wonderful it is to have such a young, strong, tireless, and resilient body. Where wounds heal without a trace, where knocked-out teeth grow back, and even a branding iron mark (the boy had such an episode of slavery in the quarries!) disappears without a trace within a few hours.
  Yes, he pays for this by not growing up, but he has many other advantages and benefits. And this, it must be said, outweighs all the disadvantages of eternal childhood.
  The sea predator nobles continued their leisurely conversation. The one heavily adorned with rubies asked the emerald "priest."
  - So, does that mean that war with the harpists is inevitable?
  A church-affiliated man confirmed:
  - Yes, and the elder brother will already be on our side, it is possible that we will be able to create a broad coalition.
  The merchant with the ruby chain inquired:
  - And Grandmaster Screw?
  The cunning conspirator noted:
  - He understands better than anyone that the Double Bass is the main support of the universal faith, and will help us deal with the harpists.
  The merchant grinned slyly:
  - So, we only need to persuade King Flute. And let the Thirteenth Dragon issue the bull.
  There was a brief pause. Edik, with his titanium-like teeth, bit off a tarred piece of rope and chewed it. The boy's stomach, if you can call a seasoned soldier who has lived for centuries a boy, was empty. He hadn't eaten before going on reconnaissance and so he wanted something to munch on.
  What else can you do? Even hack them to death.
  A slave girl passed by, her bare feet tanned to the color of chocolate, stepping silently. She wore a short tunic, allowing one to admire her fair charms. Despite her dark skin, her hair was light, almost snow-white, and she smelled of incense.
  Edward even regretted that he was still a boy, but on the other hand, you can admire gilded statues, peacocks, or precious stones, so why get worked up?
  The merchant priest, shaking his emerald chain, confidently declared:
  - And it will be our order, the Dragon's Mouth, that will bite anyone.
  The pot-bellied interlocutor giggled poisonously:
  - Recently, pirates took a hundred-gun cruiser from the harpers. - The clicking of boot heels. - What fun.
  The minister of the order, similar to the Jesuits, answered:
  - Serves them right. They'll learn how to set all sorts of scum on us.
  Here Eduard, who had once again begun admiring another, bare-legged slave girl in a tunic, with a slender waist and ample hips, this time a redhead, remembered just in time that he had failed to complete the task assigned by his former chieftain, Morgan Blue. Although, on the other hand, why should he have to do it? Who was this Morgan, a bloodthirsty pirate and scoundrel who hid treasure from the crew? Wasn't he a rat-catcher? And to his shame, he, a pioneer and soon-to-be Komsomol member, Eduard, had participated in this. Greed and a thirst for adventure had both spoken within him. Well, it was his Komsomol choice!
  How Eduard Osetrov became a pioneer is a different story, on a planet with a different technological level. There, in particular, he encountered an empire similar to the Third Reich, only even more vast, numerous, and technologically advanced.
  And it was confronted by its own analogue of the USSR, only headed by a beautiful and seemingly young woman.
  And, of course, there was a pioneer movement there. Moreover, there were a surprising number of children on this planet, and approximately five times more women than men. A wonderful world.
  The boy commanded an entire children's battalion and received the SBKR Hero's Star-that's what this red empire was called. Eduard even captured a thousand-ton Cobra-13 tank and drove it back to his units. Which turned out to be quite remarkable. And his team, two-thirds girls and one-third boys, performed quite well. But that, of course, is a story for another day.
  And now Edward is on a ship, in a world of approximately the seventeenth century, if compared with the earthly period of development.
  And the boy's keen ear hears everything well.
  "Well, the Dragon should roar and spew scorching flames. And Grandmaster Screw could send an assassin to the King of the Harp." A venomous hiss was heard. "Even though God knows what kind of ruler he is, fighting for the throne won't strengthen the empire."
  The emerald-wearing vis-à-vis replied with a chuckle:
  "The assassin is carefully concealed and ready to strike. There is only one God in the universe, and there must be only one great patriarch and elder brother." The tone of the prince of the church and the king of assassins became drawn out. "Their king's decision to become the head of the church is sacrilege, and he will face a cruel punishment."
  The interlocutor, fingering the ruby chain, asked:
  - When will Abalddin finally be killed?
  A chuckle in response:
  - At the most opportune moment.
  A voice full of thirst growled:
  - Then let's drink to it.
  The Jesuit called over a fidgeting boy from among the ship's servants and gave a loud command.
  - Bring us a barrel of Khishersky.
  The boy, his bare heels flashing, grabbed the large container and, with difficulty, dragged it toward the leaders. He nearly fell, tripping over a board, but the slave girl managed to catch the container containing the precious liquid.
  The cabin boy thanked her; he was already being beaten on the soles of his feet with sticks when he spilled the wine. And when a bamboo grove walks over a boy's bare soles, you scream at the top of your lungs. And then your feet burn, and every step becomes torture for a good couple of weeks.
  Edward winked at the boy and the slave, although they couldn't see him.
  Yes, life here is certainly a bit boring, and you can't immerse yourself in a wonderful, fairytale world on a game console.
  The pair of nobles pounced on the jug and began gulping it down with relish, like camels crossing the Sahara Desert without replenishment. When the conspirators had finished drinking, they chased the boy away with a swearing slur, rewarding him with a generous kick in the butt and a lash across his bare, tanned legs with a whip. They entered the cabin and sat down at the table. Apparently, they didn't have time for a conspiracy yet. Though they spoke quietly, the sharp-eared scout in short pants, Edik, hung on every word.
  "Now the conversation will be more lively," began the Jesuit from another universe. "The Thirteenth Dragon believes that an empire like the Harp has no right to exist. It must be divided between the Double Bass and the Flute. As for the vile heretical republic of Harmony, its turn will soon come."
  Here the merchant-conspirator with rubies remarked:
  "Strange as it may seem, sometimes people are much more religious, treating the Almighty God and his servants with reverence. For example, the Republicans pay us their tithes regularly!"
  The Jesuit priest with the emerald necklace growled:
  - But nothing more, and other payments to the elder brother"s treasury have been stopped.
  Then his partner took another sip of the sweet, spiced wine and snacked on fatty meat soaked in chocolate sauce. Sticky animal juices ran down his beard. Thanks to special training, the barefoot boy Edik's eyesight had become very sharp, and he could discern details even through the cloudy, warped glass of the late Middle Ages. Then, he said judiciously:
  "Nothing, I think the best option is to restore the monarchy there." A wolfish grin and a vampire smirk. "In that case, there will be more order, and the power of the church will be strengthened."
  The Jesuit hastened to assure:
  "We already have a suitable prince. He was raised in a monastery and is completely dependent on us."
  A chuckle in response:
  - That's great, what else do you need?!
  A whisper like the hiss of a snake:
  - Bribe some and kill others.
  The conspirator with rubies sniffed some dope from his snuffbox and hissed:
  "One kill is worth a hundred curses. We must act, not delay."
  - Let's drink again to the fact that only we lead the conspiracies, and the rest get entangled in them!
  The drunks sipped from an impressive goblet cast from silver. The wine was expensive and very strong, though pleasant to the taste. It was fiery red and foamed, as if a baby's blood had been spilled on the surf.
  - Maybe we should sing, I'm tired of talking about politics.
  A hissing sound was heard:
  - Come on, just be quiet, or we'll wake up the whole ship. Our people have work to do tomorrow.
  He slammed his fist on the table and the wine flew onto his waistcoat, covering it with dirty stains:
  - What about people? Worse than dogs. Should we care about them?
  And a vile giggle with a whistle:
  "But it's good to squeeze money out of them. Especially if they feel and know that you care about them, even if more in words than in deeds."
  The slave girls appeared. This time, they were wearing thin panties and narrow strips of fabric across their chests. Their bare feet, olive-tanned from the sun, made a soft, enchanting sound as they stomped across the deck. The wind blew their long, vibrant hair-red, gold, white, and brown.
  They entered the presence of the nobles, ready to satisfy any lust of the dignitaries.
  At last a mournful singing was heard;
  There is nothing more true than a coin,
  She shines without any falsehood!
  In fact, the doubloon is the ruler of the world,
  His support is a strong sword and shield!
  
  In it the pagan gods are hidden,
  Like the sun, a radiant golden face...
  Although there are still parasitic bandits,
  Who have embarked on a soul bargaining spree!
  
  The coin is an idol and an archangel,
  He is the savior, the destroyer of all.
  Without gold, the hired damask steel withers,
  Without money there will be no success in battle!
  
  But what do you want, man of the heart,
  You want to buy immortality...
  To greedily open the door to bliss,
  To weave the thread of centuries of life!
  
  But can the doubloon get this too?
  Is the golden circle capable of dreaming?
  So that the old man with a scythe doesn"t come with greetings,
  And he didn"t put a stamp on his forehead in the morgue!
  
  Even if you need a lot of happiness for a coin,
  So that sin may be passed on to us freely!
  But man has no power over passion,
  He needs girls like a rooster needs millet!
  
  He wants to get a lot from his belly,
  Eat pheasants, a pood of pineapples.
  Although you can"t eat your fill to death,
  Even if you are extremely cool with money!
  
  And the coffin, it even costs too much,
  Because there is room for kings in it!
  After all, the angel will draw a zero on the form,
  A blow to the forehead and a stick to the brain!
  The conspirators' tongues became increasingly tangled, and after another glass, the protracted bazaar finally died down.
  The last phrases were as follows:
  - Have you heard that a rebellion broke out in Jack London, led by two, or rather, three beautiful women.
  The priest with the emeralds chuckled and growled:
  - When they are caught, the soldiers will have great fun, they will be torn to pieces and their skin will be cut into ribbons!
  The merchant with rubies chuckled and hiccupped:
  - I wouldn't mind taking part in the hunt myself.
  The Jesuit and Catholic priest, hiccupping and barely holding back his vomit, squeezed out:
  - There is a luxurious brothel here on the coast, tomorrow we will take even hotter and more temperamental bitches on board with us.
  "Not stupid, why not now? I've got a craving. Hey, call me some prostitutes. Where are the night, glossy fairies?" The alcoholic nobleman, dropping his chain, groaned loudly and fell to the ground.
  "May the Almighty grant you good sleep," the noble priest said, taking a sniff from the sobering flask. He stood for a moment, recovering, then crossed himself with a trembling hand, and then, with a shuffling gait, headed back to his cabin.
  The slave girls supported him under the arms. But apparently having had too much to drink, the priest was no longer capable of anything.
  And the girls here are so beautiful, and there are such pleasant smells from the incense and the slender, athletic bodies of the fair sex.
  The conversation overheard by the scout Osetrov contained a great deal of secret information, likely very valuable to someone, but it was of little use to the young scout himself. After all, whether the Harp king was poisoned or not was of little importance to them. War, on the contrary, is a buccaneer's advantage: more loot, less time spent on enemy warships. As for Elder Brother, corsairs are generally superstitious, but not religious, and would fleece a priest blind if the opportunity presented itself. Eduard Osetrov himself never prayed, and with his mother's milk he absorbed the idea that all religions are a lie, and that there are no gods. Or, as they say, God, who is Trinity. How can there be three gods and, at the same time, one? It can't be! If Mom believed anything, she preferred not to share it in front of the children, but Alice believed there was some kind of power in the heavens, even if it wasn't biblical. The rebellion was certainly interesting, but Eduard was far from convinced it was orchestrated by his usually calm and good-natured sister-in-arms in space. The idea seemed too wild and improbable, although a lot could change in eight years. Especially in a war! A pirate, and Eduard was undoubtedly a pirate, but who cared?
  "The rich have become greedy beyond measure!" A bare foot stamped on an oak tree. "The poor are starving, that's why riots break out. It's none of my business, really," the terminator boy whispered. "I need to think about what to do with this thorn."
  His gaze fell on the half-empty keg. A black-haired boy, very similar to him, ran up to him and spoke quietly.
  "The guys really screwed us up. No one's looking, so I'll try some of their 'wine.'" The boy leaned over and took a sip of the sweet stuff. Then, sucking on it, he took another sip. His head started buzzing, and he staggered off to the galley.
  "What if we break into the powder magazine and blow up the barrels there? Then this giant will burn and sink," the cunning Edward realized. "I'll do just that."
  But then the boy remembered there were beautiful slave girls on the ship, and they could die. Okay, he had a small ring on his index finger, shaped like a silver snake, so discreet and unnoticeable at first glance. But it could transport members of the opposite sex over short distances. So there was a chance the girls would be saved.
  Grabbing a torch and smearing his face and hair with tar, just in case, the boy ventured into the depths of the ship, placing his high-class elite sword in a crack, afraid its gleam would give him away. A questionable decision, but he had no choice. The vessel was stuffy inside, and smelled unpleasant. Of course, the sailors weren't known for their cleanliness, and they relieved themselves wherever they could. However, having experienced the mines, where naked, shaved-headed boys toiled in chains and were whipped for the slightest misstep or even slowing down, he turned out to be a rather unpretentious young scout. In the mine, for example, they relieved themselves right in the cracks, and the torches smoked. And the boys, chained, sweaty, and unwashed for years, were truly hell. And here, it"s just a typical hole for the late Middle Ages.
  As he walked, his boy with dry muscles, the gymnast boy, was called out.
  "Mane, bring us some rum," the drunken sailor muttered.
  Edik bent over and jumped to the barrel, fumbled awkwardly for the spigot, and poured into the jug. The spigot was rusty and extremely stiff. It felt like an anchor had gotten caught in seaweed.
  "You've been messing around too long, you nasty boy." Scout Osetrov received a hefty slap on the back of the head. "Well, get going, little devil, before they give you one."
  The fake cabin boy took off at full speed. It was good that they were mistaking him for someone else. Powder magazines are always positioned to minimize the chance of an accidental cannonball hit. That is, at the bottom and center of the ship, directly under the mainmast, and in this ship of the line, a sheet of bronze was placed on top for strength and security. That's where he should climb. Barefoot, Edik, began to descend; the steps were slippery, the stench growing stronger. Along the way, he encountered a few sailors; they called out to him, asking him to perform this or that minor task. The young warrior carried out these tasks willingly and quickly; in the darkness, it was impossible to distinguish him from the local boy, especially since the real Griva was most likely asleep. This is how espionage sometimes benefits potential victims. The world, as always, is full of paradoxes. But then, that's what it is, the world of living people. From excitement, the boy warrior Edward began to sweat profusely and began to shine in the torchlight.
  "I need to control my nerves, otherwise what kind of pirate am I?" he muttered to himself.
  Finally, the heavy oak door with its enormous lock came into view. Osetrov paused, unsure what to do next. At that moment, he was called again.
  A very fat man with a long knife beckoned to him. And in an extremely nasty, hoarse voice, he cackled:
  - You're hanging around the hold, you slacker, go clean my boots.
  A sweaty Eduard ran up to him, the flames illuminating his grimy face. As luck would have it, the fat man glanced at him more closely. The boy was naturally handsome, both in appearance and body, and his pretty, angelic face was hard to mistake for anyone else's.
  "You're not Mane!" - And a hysterical, but quiet due to the hangover, cry. - Ah, nasty spy, tell me, who are you?
  Instead of answering, Eduard slammed his palm into his opponent's throat. The other man swung his knife in response, and the young man barely dodged the blow that grazed his ribs. A slight burn and an unpleasant itch from the scratch left him.
  "What a beast!" Warrior Osetrov grabbed the man's hand, twisted the knife, and then drove it up to the hilt into his stomach. The fat man screamed, and tenacious fingers grabbed his throat, stifling his cry.
  The boy strangled his enemy with all his fury, feeling with satisfaction the enemy's resistance wane and his limp form. When the fat man finally became a corpse, the menacing boy, Eduard, threw him aside. Now, he realized, he had to hurry, or they would raise the alarm upon discovering the disappearance of an important sailor, or rather, a naval officer. However, the lock wouldn't budge, and the boy didn't yet have the skills to pick, at least not with such primitive locks (which couldn't be said about electronic codes), so he used his knife in vain. It dulled and broke.
  Here, several girls with minimal clothing but maximum charm ran across the deck, stamping their bare feet.
  The bare soles left very graceful traces in the dust, like a sketch by Leonardo da Vinci.
  "This is monstrous! How am I supposed to pick the lock now? Maybe I should set the door on fire?" Eduard held the torch to the fire. The hard wood burned poorly, and besides, it was forged with iron on top. The young saboteur soon realized the utter futility of such a course of action and began heating the lock. The oil inside caught fire, and the smell was strong.
  "It stinks like burnt manure." Enraged, the cabin boy, Eduard, jabbed the broken knife into the hole, pushing it deeper, twisting it slightly. He remembered a movie about ancient times, "Rusty Sword," where a thief tried to pick a barn lock with a similar method. However, that method didn't work now.
  A noise was heard; two guards were approaching. They were drunk and howling a dissonant song. The brave boy Eduard wasn't afraid of them, but the risk of them raising the alarm was too great. So he darted into the darkness, extinguishing the torch with a swift flick of his hand.
  The "sweet couple" approached the door. The older of the pair, a rather massive fighter, spoke.
  - And why the hell did the general order us to check the security of the gunpowder warehouse? No one will come here.
  "And the castle here is so big, the devil himself would break his leg," the second warrior muttered and then grunted. And then he squeaked in confusion:
  - Look, someone wanted to open the door.
  Hindsight is everything, the young warrior Edward slapped his forehead in frustration. How could he be so absent-minded? Meanwhile, the guard tried to yank the knife out. The other one croaked, looking around, twisting his neck in fear.
  - There's a spy on the ship, it's time to raise the alarm.
  There was no more time to hesitate; like a spring, Eduard jumped out of his ambush and delivered a flying strike.
  He swung his shin at the back of the head with all his might, and the sound of vertebrae breaking could be heard. At that moment, the second sailor jerked, trying to pull out the knife, and, lo and behold, the lock came undone.
  Before the last opponent could rise, his mouth gaping in disbelief, the well-trained young warrior Eduard fought with both his hands and his feet. When they tried to subdue him, Osetrov landed an uppercut to the jaw, then followed it up with a blow to the temple. The warrior slumped, falling to the floor.
  Several beautiful girls, barely covered by thin strips of fabric, happily took it and applauded, exclaiming in chorus:
  Well done, barefoot cabin boy! You're a hero!
  The young terminator whispered joyfully:
  - Now we need to act faster!
  Having plucked his pockets and found a flint, a necessary thing because the lantern that the drunkards were carrying had gone out, Warrior Sturgeon struck a spark and lit a torch.
  "Now we'll carry out a sabotage operation, like in that old-timey movie where a young pioneer blows up the Nazis." The young warrior tore up a rag, soaked it in resin, and fashioned a makeshift fuse. Then he cut a piece from the largest barrel, tucked it in, and lit it.
  "Let the angels of the anti-world come to my aid!" The former partisan's eyes flashed predatorily. "I hope there's enough time to escape."
  Stepping softly on tiptoe, the tanned, muscular boy-terminator, Eduard, closed the door, hung it back up, and, with a sharp flick of the lock, rushed upstairs. The deep atmosphere seemed to press on his chest and cloud his mind. His legs felt surprisingly heavy. Along the way, he was called out to a couple of times, and the great warrior Eduard, so resembling an ordinary, half-naked, barefoot cabin boy, responded in a choked voice:
  - The general urgently called me.
  This, of course, worked flawlessly on the dim-witted soldiers, until another voice asked.
  - And why does the general need you, brat?
  The cabin boy, Eduard, his bare, calloused heels flashing, answered with a pre-prepared cliché:
  - I have an urgent task, I need to go on deck.
  "No, you'll serve us first," the sailor yelled, grabbing him by the muscular, albeit slightly boned, shoulder.
  Without thinking twice, the young warrior struck the brute in the knee, then tripped him. He collapsed to a roar of laughter, and the agile Osetrov picked up the pace.
  His run became increasingly desperate and convulsive. The bare heels of the eternal child-terminator flashed. There, finally, was the saving deck; he rushed toward the familiar gap, trying to find his sword. It was gone!
  Only slave girls, somewhere, singing something soulfully with their nightingale trills, very beautiful voices. And what girls they are, absolutely sweet to look at... With their clean and smooth skin.
  However, Edward has no time for this - after all, his legendary and valiant sword is gone.
  But this is no simple weapon; such a blade will cut through any metal. Stamping his bare foot angrily, Eduard whispered with pale lips:
  - I will not abandon you, even if I have to die.
  The young saboteur was feeling the railing at breakneck speed when a guard bumped into him.
  A loud shout followed:
  - What are you doing here?
  "The general ordered the lost medallion with the diamond heart to be found!" said the ever-smart Osetrov, barely restraining himself from immediately slamming his bare heel, as hard as a crowbar, into his forehead.
  He even choked with joy:
  - Well, then let's look together.
  The warrior rushed onto the deck and began feeling the planks. It seemed to Eduard's young body that time was flying, quickly measuring out his final seconds. His racing thoughts were interrupted by a cry.
  "Look what I found." "Yes, sometimes it happens. Anyone can get lucky, but not you. Although luck is a relative concept." The fighter pulled out a dimly glowing sword.
  "Cool! Let me show you a trick," said the eternal Terminator boy, smiling sweetly as he slammed the fingers of his right hand into his solar plexus, performing the Tiger Claw technique. Then, his hand felt the familiar lightness of the sword. With a running start, the young and invincible warrior leaped overboard.
  The slave girls, stamping their bare, chiseled, graceful feet, as should be the unshod feet of the fair sex, sang;
  You are our great idol,
  Boy warrior light...
  Conquer the whole world -
  Let love be sung!
  Almost immediately, a powerful explosion ripped through the air, splitting the ship in two, and smoking logs flew in all directions. One of them struck the boy Eduard painfully on his tanned, bare shoulders, and a piece of wood slightly burned his bare feet, a splinter lodged in the callused sole of the cabin boy. Although he was stunned, his speed did not slow; he swam on autopilot.
  And, of course, he didn"t forget to rub the ring and say a short spell.
  A magical whirlwind swept up the slave girls and transported them to safety from the exploded ship of a fairytale land. And they found themselves in the port. A whole squadron of beautiful girls in varying states of undress. And only one of them had pearl-embroidered sandals. And that was because she wasn't quite a slave.
  The girls sang in chorus:
  But the pulsation of the heart and veins,
  The tears of our children, mothers...
  They say we want change,
  Throw off the yoke of slave chains!
  The boy warrior sang back to them:
  The Son of Earth will answer, no,
  I will never remain a slave...
  I believe that freedom will flourish,
  The sun will heal the festering wound!
  
  For the great Fatherland in battle,
  The boy's heart is calling you...
  Rise up, valiant knight, at dawn
  The darkness will go away, the roses of May will bloom!
  Tiger sharks have once again begun to pursue the boy who committed the sabotage.
  The young warrior Edward swung his sword deftly, though his bruised shoulder was in excruciating pain. One of the predators swam too close and was cut down, after which she was pounced upon by her own comrades.
  And they began to tear their companions to pieces, literally ripping them apart. And the waves turned the color of a ruby sunset.
  "You sharks have no sense of solidarity. Instead of supporting a fallen comrade, you finish him off," the young warrior added ironically. "Where has your conscience gone?"
  The sharks whined something unintelligible in response, only one of them, with purple stripes and no horns, suddenly said:
  - Who are you, little brat, to dispute millions of years of evolution.
  Taken aback, the eternal boy Edward almost dropped his sword, but luckily, thanks to his phenomenal reaction, he managed to intercept the precious trophy with his nimble, monkey-like bare toes.
  The young warrior asked:
  - Are you talking?
  The shark chuckled ironically:
  "And what, in your opinion, is that only humans are capable of this? That's your arrogance; it's no wonder most of you deny evolution, attributing to yourselves a divine origin." And the sea's chief predator angrily flicked her tail across the water.
  The boy logically objected:
  "I'm not like most people, and I believe, in particular, that we were once mindless apes. But then we managed to rise up." The tough warrior scowled. "Thousands of years will pass, and we will reach heights that even the boldest science fiction writers couldn't dream of!"
  The shark, continuing to follow Edward at a certain distance, remarked skeptically:
  "Still, you, human, are overly self-confident. You expect to achieve through reason what others cherish the hope of obtaining through divine grace."
  The boy, trying to pick up the pace, especially since the cuts he had received as a result of the explosion were itching unpleasantly, was surprised once again:
  - How do you know about this, since you never leave the sea.
  The shark informed with knowledge of the matter:
  "Some of us have an innate ability to absorb information from the brains of those we've eaten. I happened upon an extremely well-read bishop like that. You too, though still a child, retain a wealth of knowledge. Now you'll be my breakfast, or dinner, whichever you prefer."
  "Just try it!" Nimble as a cobra, Edward, catching the oncoming movement, swung his sword and slashed at the nearest shark, which lunged at him.
  The blow struck her, severing her eye, brain, and horn. And once again, the predators, instead of attacking their attacker en masse, swarmed around the convulsing body.
  "No, you'll never get to taste my brain," the boy said, barely holding back his laughter; the sharks looked so stupid. "But if you want, come closer." The young warrior made a fig with his bare toes.
  The sea robber, afraid to attack herself, hissed aggressively:
  "They're going to finish you off now," she blurted out, apparently not being very creative with curses. "You stupid brat."
  The predatory fish, having finished with their partner, rushed after the young man again. They attempted to attack him from all sides, but Eduard, agile and trained in stealth combat, including with bladed weapons, the eternal boy, dove and ripped open the belly of one, and cut off the tail of another. The sharks, as if mad, temporarily lost interest in him, gnawing on their own.
  "I see you're not in control of your sisters," the invincible boy, Eduard, remarked joyfully. "Why are they so primitive? And they die silently, like partisans being interrogated?"
  The main shark answered honestly:
  "People like me are born rarely. The rest are a mountain of stupid muscles, driven by instincts: finish off the wounded - stronger than my orders."
  The nimble boy, Eduard, weighed the sword and considered throwing it at the striped one. However, there was a risk of missing and losing the magnificent weapon. As if guessing his intentions, the intelligent shark picked up speed and began to move away from the young fighter.
  "And you, I see, are scared," chuckled the cruel warrior, who looked like a boy, Edward. "Maybe you should call off your gang?"
  The finned shrew hissed venomously:
  - Don't count on it, you won't have much chance of survival.
  The sharks tried to tear him apart again, hitting him a couple of times, including ripping open his leg with their teeth, nearly biting off his fingers, and delivering a couple of painful blows with their horns to his hull, apparently breaking a couple of ribs. But a good dozen of them were killed. The brief pauses while they finished off their comrades allowed him to regroup. A gunner, a former convict with curly hair and a crooked nose, was already waiting for him on the ship. Along with him, a powerful woman resembling a black woman, they fired the smallest cannon. Not for nothing did the black man have a reputation as an unrivaled marksman; the cannonball struck the shark dead on, tearing it to pieces.
  "Boom!" said the young warrior Eduard, baring his teeth. "It's just a shame it wasn't the striped one. Now she'll remember me and seek revenge." He ran the edge of his hand across his throat, adding, "But revenge will definitely come back to haunt her, and not just in her face!"
  The young warrior, clinging with his hands and bare toes on nimble feet that would make a chimpanzee envious, quickly climbed onto the deck, so excited he felt no fatigue. Captain Kavarnava was the first to run out to greet him:
  - Well, my boy, how did the reconnaissance go?
  The young warrior responded with enthusiasm:
  "Excellent, I can sketch out on a piece of paper the locations of all their batteries and outposts. I think we have a chance of a successful attack."
  Kavarnava supported him in this endeavor:
  - I suppose the same. - And the huge pirate rubbed his beard with a dagger. - Is the plan of attack still the same?
  "Yes! The only adjustment I made myself?" Eduard said proudly, smiling.
  - Which one? - Kavarnava asked.
  The boy answered cheerfully:
  - In the port, among other things, there was a one hundred and twenty-gun battleship, one of the most powerful ships of the Contrabass.
  "Indeed, but we can't cope with such a force; we'll have to postpone the attack," Kavarnava muttered fearfully.
  The young warrior corrected sarcastically:
  - I told you that I was there.
  The pirate captain muttered hopefully:
  - So he left?
  The boy-terminator winked slyly:
  - You could say that, he went to hell and gone to the bottom.
  Kavarnava was surprised:
  - Drowned, himself?
  The young warrior Edward did not consider it necessary to hide anything:
  - No, I helped him a little. He set fire to a gunpowder warehouse, and then the explosion, didn't you hear?
  Kavarnava also burst out laughing:
  "We thought it was thunder," he immediately corrected himself. "However, the black woman and others from the upper deck saw the fire." The captain was surprised. "So you did it?"
  The boy Eduard grinned and propped his fists on his hips:
  - Yes, I did! I had no other choice. Otherwise, we would all have been drowned, or I would have had to abandon this adventure.
  Kavarnava, with a rush of thought, exclaimed:
  "You're a real hero. You should be rewarded, but we, the coastal brotherhood, don't have any medals or crosses. Perhaps we'll take your heroism into account when dividing up the spoils."
  Several muscular female pirates standing behind him, slender, dark-skinned, but fair-haired, exclaimed in unison:
  - Right!
  The boy-terminator Eduard joyfully spun his sharp sword over his fair head, like a helicopter with a propeller:
  - It will be fair, although wealth is dust for me, I am not very interested.
  It's hard to tell whether there's more sincere conviction or bravado in this.
  Kavarnava replied forcefully:
  "That's because you're still too young. At your age, I, too, dreamed more of adventure than money. And now, we'll discuss the final details with our officers."
  
  GULLIVER IN SLAVERY
  ANNOTATION
  Now a boy, Gulliver is forced to spin Conan's wheel. And a beautiful young viscountess urges him on with a whip. Such is the legendary traveler's unenviable fate.
  CHAPTER 1
  The boy Gulliver was separated from the other sailors. Those who had also become children were sent to a separate barracks, where they were assigned to various hard labor jobs. And the eternal boys had to carry baskets filled with stones in the quarries, naked and barefoot, and chop rocks with sledgehammers and picks.
  Such is the lot of slaves. Gulliver, however, was a bit lucky. The Viscountess, however, ordered him to be harnessed to a wheel and forced him to turn the millstone used to grind grain into flour. It was hard work, but it was sunny. And at least they left you with your swimming trunks. Other boys in the quarries were completely naked to save money, and sometimes didn't see the sun for months, were beaten with sticks and whips, wore chains, and slept on stones. And they also had to smell the stench of various excrements and smoking torches in the mines.
  And so Gulliver is working in the sun and fresh air. And the little viscountess walks alongside him. From time to time, she lashes the boy's bare back with her whip and asks with a smirk:
  - Well, how is it? Are you satisfied this time?
  Gulliver remarked philosophically:
  - Man proposes, but God disposes!
  The girl stamped her bare feet and noted:
  - Demagoguery! Although you've regained your youth and are a child again, and that's great!
  In the body of a boy of about twelve years old, you really feel very fresh and cheerful.
  Although your bare feet are pricked by sharp stones, they are so rough and so hard that you feel only a pleasant tickling.
  And he hardly feels tired.
  So the girl wants to chat with him. What else can she do? There's no television, no radio, and certainly no games or internet, so there's nothing and no one to entertain her.
  The Viscountess asked with a smile:
  - And when you were in the kingdom of giants, did your small stature bother you?
  Gulliver remarked:
  "For the average person, I'm not small. I'm even taller than average. But to be honest, of course, if even a little girl is much bigger than you, it's embarrassing!"
  A chuckle followed. Then the whip struck the boy, quite painfully, across his bare, muscular back.
  Gulliver quickened his pace. It's certainly nice to be forever young, but being a slave isn't particularly pleasant. But it's even harder for the other sailors, now children. And, of course, you shouldn't think you're the most miserable boy in the world. The sun is shining, a pleasant, fresh breeze is blowing across your naked, muscular body. And what about those boys in the stinking mines, tormented by backbreaking labor?
  Gulliver asked the girl of noble birth:
  - Why weren't we sold at auction?
  The Viscountess replied with a smile:
  "A new mine expansion plan has arrived and they urgently need labor. When the mine runs dry, maybe they'll put them up for auction. How would you like to stand naked on a podium and have boys and girls touch your body and put their fingers in your mouth?"
  Gulliver felt disgusted and remained silent. And the Viscountess hit him again.
  with a whip. A red stripe swelled on the back.
  The girl stamped her bare foot. She looked comical-her luxurious dress and bare feet, like a slave or a commoner.
  Nevertheless, she chirped:
  "You're just my thing! And be glad I'm your owner! Otherwise, I might sell you to the orcs! And that would be much worse!"
  The boy Gulliver was surprised:
  - Do orcs really exist?
  The girl nodded her head in agreement:
  - Of course! What, you didn't know?
  The former captain, now a child, answered sincerely:
  - I thought they were just fairy-tale creatures!
  The Viscountess laughed and replied:
  - Well, everything we have is a fairy tale in its own way! And there's nothing you can add or take away from it!
  Gulliver sang:
  I believe in fairy tales, people don"t say goodbye,
  And they will remain true friends forever!
  The girl burst out laughing for the umpteenth time. Although, it's not polite to laugh all the time.
  Gulliver remained silent for now. He remembered how scary it was to be among giants. Even a cat was dangerous, and how he'd almost been killed by a monkey. So he'd had problems back then. Although he had a roof over his head, food, and luxurious, albeit thick, clothing.
  But it's especially unpleasant among giants, not having a woman by your side. True, he's in a child's body now, and it seems he doesn't have much desire. But still, it's boring...
  Gulliver began to sing his romance;
  Over the abyss on the threshold of hell-paradise,
  I want to receive mercy from God!
  I will turn to him, my soul ablaze,
  The question is blunt: to die or to live!
  
  The lightning strike showed the evil,
  That will is the product of dark thoughts!
  And hatred, tearing my heart apart,
  What excites my rebellious mind!
  
  I can be proud of my beloved,
  Get rid of the executioner of chains!
  Let the faces of the saints rejoice in the temple,
  I will dedicate a prayer of these terrible days to them!
  
  I don"t need someone else"s greatness,
  I braided my darling's curls!
  We are the only two who perish before the Almighty,
  The archangel raised his sword, the metal flashed!
  
  I told the girl: we will be together,
  Live happily under the sun forever!
  And to protect beauty is a matter of honor,
  So that the star does not go out in eternity!
  
  So know the fragrances of the heavenly tabernacles,
  There is no substitute for a sweet kiss for me!
  In the embrace of wonderful, fabulous caresses,
  And I don"t care about the storms of life!
  Gulliver sang a great song. It was both cheerful and upbeat.
  And while he was singing, the orcs were indeed engaged in robbery. In particular, they were torturing a captive boy to find out where the Marquis de Sade had gone.
  The orcs were desperate to capture this warrior and sorcerer at the same time.
  The boy, who looked to be about twelve years old, although in this world everyone looks like a child regardless of age, was first flogged by tying him to a goat.
  The boy moaned quietly and pressed his lips together, but he didn't want to give anything away.
  They beat him for a long time until the boy"s fair head swayed and fell on its side.
  The orc splashed ice-cold water from a bucket on his face. And the young warrior came to his senses.
  The orc growled:
  - Speak!
  The boy hissed in response, catching his breath with difficulty:
  - I won't tell!
  The executioner struck the boy again. He flinched.
  The elder orc noted:
  - We should fry his heels with fire!
  The orcs grunted contentedly!
  And then one of them approached the fireplace and lit a torch. The boy, almost naked and covered in lashes from the blows of a whip, looked pitiful and pathetic. His bare, round heels stuck out, looking helpless and pink, like a child's.
  The fire, with its predatory tongue, licked the child's sole carnivorously. And the boy screamed in hellish pain. And the flames painfully burned the boy's feet.
  The eternal child roared and twitched desperately, but the ropes were very strong.
  And the orcs laughed wildly at the boy's suffering. And it smelled delicious, like barbecue.
  Gulliver, fortunately, didn't see this. Otherwise, he really would have burst into tears of frustration.
  The Viscountess lashed the boy again with the whip and asked:
  - Have you ever wanted to become as Almighty as God in your life?
  The boy captain nodded:
  - Sometimes I wanted to... Although sometimes you think, what can you do for people so that they are happy with you?
  The girl noticed:
  - For example, turn all people into children, as we do!
  Gulliver shook his head:
  "I think almost everyone would be willing to become, for example, twenty-year-old boys and girls. But I have serious doubts about children! After all, in a child's body, you can't enjoy lovemaking!"
  The Viscountess giggled and remarked:
  - Well, we're not really that upset about it. Our dragon gives birth to children. And that solves all our problems! Of course, there's some fear of death. People believe in an immortal soul, but no one has proven its existence! And for you people, too!
  Gulliver shrugged and remarked:
  There are even Christians who don't believe in the immortal soul. They take the words literally: "The soul that sins must die." Even though the Bible says that people are already dead in the eyes of God from birth!
  The girl giggled and replied:
  - And on the cabbage head! More precisely, arguing about religion can go on for a very long time and be pointless.
  You better sing something cheerful!
  Gulliver took it and began to sing;
  There are no trifles in the layout of the underworld,
  Any pretext is like a hook for the devil.
  If there is no grace of the Lord in the world,
  That means the pool of hell is not far away!
  
  After all, evil has become so beloved by the world,
  Like islands without a compass of goodness...
  Although the heroism of valor is sung -
  In fact, the King of the Universe is Satan!
  
  The cruel one prospers in this world,
  He who knows no pity is a king!
  There are traps under the palm tree even in paradise,
  Where is the good? It's a mere zero!
  
  Any faith can be corrupted,
  Any fame smells like a noose...
  In the sandbox the reptiles hiss insidiously -
  I want to light up the world with my dream!
  
  You strive for the light, but you hover in the darkness,
  I want to give a gift, but my pocket is empty!
  If you don"t want to live as a pathetic parrot,
  Go for meanness, cunning and deception!
  
  It's disgusting even to live under a layer of mucus,
  Where without the support of a roof you can"t take a step!
  Your soul soars like a falcon into the heights,
  But the flesh is in the swamp, the enemy's sword glitters!
  
  How did it happen that happiness faded?
  And why does evil reign everywhere?
  Doesn't God have enough power?
  So that goodness will guide everyone forever?
  
  After all, man was not created a fanatic,
  After all, in every heart there is a fountain of love.
  Why don't people know when to stop?
  And happiness is built only on blood?!
  
  Unfortunately, you can"t find the answer yourself,
  This has been the terrifying custom in the world for centuries...
  And the demons make terrible faces at you,
  And it seems that the Lord has forgotten people!
  
  But I don"t believe that evil is not omnipotent,
  You just need to clench your will into a fist!
  Then the impulse leading to hell will disappear,
  And there will be peace and harmony between us!
  Gulliver sang so beautifully and with such feeling. And his song, it must be said, is excellent.
  Meanwhile, the orcs thoroughly fried the boy's heels, but still achieved nothing.
  Unfortunately, this turned out to be a colossal problem.
  After which they began to torture the girl. First, they tied her to a sawhorse and beat her bare heels with a whip.
  The girl screamed in terrible pain, groaned, twisted, but still did not give any useful information.
  The torture dragged on a bit... Seeing that the sticks weren't working, the orcs started to fire and the smell of burning began to build again.
  Yes, they are bad monsters and executioners.
  And Gulliver meanwhile took and began to sing again a harmonious song;
  My imagination was struck,
  Everything became bright, like in October!
  And we'll stick a pitchfork in the evil demon's side,
  And it will be so wonderful on Earth!
  
  Such stars in our universe-
  Some are rubies, others are diamonds!
  We collect tribute from the wicked -
  A blow like a hammer and not in the eyebrow, but in the eye!
  
  The shop windows where the quasars are,
  The radiant hippodrome sparkles!
  There are gaping wounds in my soul -
  It's as if a major pogrom had taken place there!
  
  They will curl like the curls of a comet,
  Lamb shines - the Milky Way shines!
  O immortal deeds sung of,
  May Dus remain in eternal glory!
  
  What can a sad person do?
  Just let a tear fall from your blue eyes...
  When everything around is gray and hateful,
  When you wait with hope for a thunderstorm in June.
  
  Stretch your unfortunate lips with a smile -
  Understand that the world is not a forest of berries.
  The girl will immediately bare her teeth at you,
  In it you will realize a reasonable dream!
  These are the funny songs that turned out here, both for the boy and the girl.
  The Viscountess, however, said with displeasure:
  - No! Songs are great, of course! But let's also give some catchphrases, to give us some ideas for life!
  And Gulliver started to utter like a wound-up parrot;
  A woman's foot, exposed at the right time, will put you in the galosh of any boot!
  A man who often looks at bare female legs is in trouble!
  A bare woman's foot fits well under the heel and fits perfectly into the galosh!
  A man is ready to turn himself inside out just to rip a girl's shoes off!
  You can turn any boot inside out with a bare woman's heel!
  A woman's bare foot will turn any man inside out, even if he is the last boot!
  If you want to turn a man inside out, take off your shoes; if you want to put him in a galosh, expose your heel!
  Why is childhood barefoot? Because a woman's bare foot makes men lose their heads, as if they were boys!
  The desire to see a woman naked makes a man turn inside out!
  To undress a woman, you first need to put her shoes on properly!
  Having undressed at the right time, a businesswoman will skin a man alive!
  A woman who undresses in time will not become a tramp and will completely cheat a man!
  A barefoot woman will put a boot on a man, put him in a galosh, turn him inside out and make him the last tramp!
  A man is similar to a gibbon, only unfortunately more often in intellect than in potency!
  The man has the stubbornness of a donkey, the ambitions of a lion, but in reality he is a goat!
  A man is like a cesspool for a cow for a woman, you can't do without him, but it's disgusting to approach him!
  What do men and women's toilets have in common? Women only bleat at men!
  A woman is a cunning fox who is capable of devouring any lion like a rabbit!
  A woman needs a man as a whipping boy; if he doesn"t beat a man, there will be no life!
  A woman needs men like a pig needs horns, but a fur coat given by men is precious!
  Not all that glitters is gold, not all that dazzles is treasure!
  But a pig in a poke is still better than a fox in a sheepskin coat!
  Even the strongest lion can be kept on a leash by a cunning fox!
  Even if you have the strength of a cat, you can defeat a lion with the cunning of a fox!
  To avoid being a woodpecker, don't count crows!
  It's easier to make a crow sing like a nightingale than for a politician to fulfill his election promises!
  Arguing with a politician is like counting crows and being the last woodpecker!
  The fox does not have the largest fangs among animals, but it kills the most people!
  An uninvited guest is worse than a pig in a poke!
  If you're a log of brains, you'll work like a log, and you won't find the golden key!
  If you don"t want to study like Pinocchio, you"ll remain a log for the rest of your life!
  If you are as resourceful as Pinocchio, then your intelligence is not a piece of cake!
  The mind of the one who, like Pinocchio, runs to the theater instead of school!
  By burying gold in the ground, you become a subject of the land of fools!
  If you bury golden talents, you will perish for a copper penny!
  Mountains of gold and silver speeches are not worth a broken penny!
  If a politician goes crazy, the voter goes down the drain!
  A skilled craftsman can make a Pinocchio out of a log, but someone with a bright mind will wander into a swamp even with a golden key!
  For a people to mature into democracy, they need the sun of freedom, but in the darkness of despotism they will forever remain politically green!
  Dear boots, a woman gets it with her bare foot!
  Politicians often bully in order to put a yoke on voters!
  The politician, strutting, crushes voters like chickens!
  A politician dreams of riding in on a white horse to put a collar on the voter!
  The fox has small fangs, and when it wants to swallow, it hides them!
  A politician who talks a lot about humanity is a typical cannibal!
  Even a bear can be lulled to sleep with words as sweet as honey!
  For an alcoholic, bitter vodka is sweeter than honey!
  A tailor will lie and not blush, a politician will "blush" and lie!
  A woman takes off her shoes and puts them on a man, down to the level of a tramp!
  War does not have a woman's face, but a physiognomy that attracts thrill-seekers!
  A woman is a dove that latches onto a woodpecker-man like a kite!
  A woman always has seven Fridays in a week, and without a Sunday gift from marital duty, it"s always a day off!
  God is not omnipotent in everything; he is powerless to argue with a woman!
  God, although almighty, is not able to shut a woman"s mouth or a politician"s mouth!
  A politician has no conscience, a woman has no sense of proportion, and a female politician has all her feelings without measure!
  A woman is a flower, thorny like a rose, but her sweet aroma attracts goats and drones!
  The voter falls into childhood, voting for the hateful old oaks with hollows!
  A Russian soldier can be made to fall like a mown log, but not brought to his knees and made to shake like an aspen!
  If you don"t want to observe military discipline, you"ll bend your back like a prisoner!
  There is a lot of dirt in our world, but princes are rare in it!
  A politician has a long tongue, but his hands are too short to carry out his plans!
  A politician is quick to promise, slow to fulfill, begs for alms, and asks for forgiveness for deception!
  When a woman doesn't have enough money for shoes, she puts shoes on a man barefoot!
  A woman is first and foremost a fox who wants to lasso a lion, but usually it is donkeys that end up in her lasso!
  A woman is a goose that loves golden eggs, bringing only loss to their bearer!
  A woman is a chicken, she can only lay golden eggs for that man who is a real fox!
  A real fox will make a rooster lay golden eggs!
  The fox doesn't have a lion's claws, but she can rip three skins off the king of beasts!
  He who is not a fox in mind is not a lion in stature!
  A fox woman can convince any man that he is a lion, while treating him like a simple donkey!
  A lioness woman only has a fox's intelligence and a wolf's tenacity!
  A lion is not the one who roars, but the one who tears up a lot of greenery!
  When a politician is not a fox, then three skins are ripped off him and used for a collar!
  The politician has a broad ass to sit on two chairs, but he only has a broad soul in words!
  A tank is penetrated by a shell with a uranium core, a politician makes it to the top without a heart, but with a gold wallet!
  With bare feet, a woman can lead even a billionaire into the slums of ruin to the level of a tramp!
  Politicians love to put shoes on the bare feet of women and voters!
  The politician undresses women and puts shoes on men!
  The politician dreams of baring women's legs and putting shoes on men up to their ears!
  Politicians want to undress women in bed and put shoes on men at the ballot box!
  For a politician, a girl's bare foot is a way to boost his dignity, but his ratings are raised by putting shoes on voters!
  A politician has women's bare heels on his mind, and a voter is a blunt boot to him!
  The politician loves women without clothes and voters who are fully shod!
  A woman, by taking off her shoes in time, will drive a politician under her heel, even if he is a seasoned boot!
  A politician who can be trampled under a woman's heel with her bare foot is a dumb idiot!
  Love bare women's legs, but don't be a clod!
  No matter how unbeautiful women's bare legs are, letting them put you under their heels is disgusting!
  Admire the girls' bare legs, but don't let them put you underfoot!
  A woman's bare legs will make a politician who is used to shoeing voters look like a complete idiot!
  A woman, having taken off her shoes, is capable of bringing not only a felt boot to her knees!
  A woman's blow is stronger when she delivers it with her shoes off!
  A politician is a round felt boot if he is driven under the heel of women's bare feet!
  There is such strength in the girls' bare feet that they can push the heel of the most seasoned boot under their feet and thoroughly put on the most inveterate felt boot!
  This is how Gulliver made his famous sayings.
  The girl squeaked:
  - Lovely! Your sayings are simply super and hyper!
  After which she stamped her bare, chiseled foot.
  The orcs elsewhere are deep in thought. The captured boy and girl aren't giving up information!
  And yet even the sticks proved powerless. And roasting their bare heels didn't loosen their tongues.
  So what should I do? Orcs aren't exactly creative with torture. Well, maybe I should try shaking him on the rack?
  So the orcs resorted to this method. They twisted the boy's arms and raised him higher on the rack. The boy groaned and wheezed. Then they released him, and he plummeted down. Just as he reached the surface, the rope tightened, and the child screamed in excruciating pain.
  And the orcs laugh like pigs grunting.
  What a company...
  Gulliver, in despair, began to sing;
  My homeland, the darkness of the universe,
  An axe of hellish powers hangs above you!
  Suddenly the terrible Satan became omnipotent,
  He stretched out his hand over the entire universe!
    
  We don"t have Earth, only Tartarus -
  The darkness blazes with a burning, vile darkness!
  I thought I was just a jester, shouting nonsense,
  And now the whole world is under his heel!
    
  But you cannot cross the life of the Fatherland,
  We will win, hordes and crowds!
  For he is a mighty bear of the elves, perish,
  He says, I'll blow the Fuhrer's head off!
    
  How hard it is for us if the enemy is powerful,
  If he has a move left...
  The vampire roars under the moon from the clouds,
  He wants to put us to the sword!
    
  The spirit of the elves is such that you cannot find chains,
  Toughness and love all in one soul!
  It's better not to fight - you'll be the target,
  And with your beloved, even a hut is paradise!
    
  The future of the world is every demiurge,
  You can sculpt happiness for centuries,
  But a bandit came, a very tough one,
  And now the dream burns like resin!
    
  But there is hope, there is great meaning in it,
  When the Lord comes, he will judge the Fuhrer!
  You are very light - a human thought,
  Though sometimes thin, the thread of silk is stranded!
    
  There will be a new world where everyone is free,
  Where is any of us a mountain of a man!
  And the time of change is coming like a wave,
  Drive me out of my veins, you thief's instinct!
  CHAPTER No 2.
  That's how interesting Gulliver sang. This boy who was never destined to grow up. But who showed that it's not bad to be a child. Even if your bare feet step on sharp pebbles, it doesn't hurt, but rather tickles.
  The girl giggled and chirped:
  - You're a good boy, a really cool one! How wonderful it must be to be a child!
  Gulliver sang with a joyful smile:
  Tell
  Your dreams,
  Share your dreams with me...
  Become yourself
  And open it
  The door to childhood - to memories...
  
  Want
  I will take you to the gardens,
  Where the cherry blossoms,
  And your words will not be superfluous there,
  You see -
  We became adults,
  And they forgot the places where
  The willows caress us with their braids...
  Remember, you wanted to go to space?
  And everyone wished to become captains...
  All this is in us -
  Early summer, parks,
  Balloons, cotton candy -
  Brother's birthday...
  The happiness of Anton's neighbor's yard -
  All day at the lake, home by nine...
  Who stole my time?..
  And all around - everything suddenly turned grey...
  Where did the breeze go?
  Sea sand,
  Veranda with grapes and that
  A kiss with a hail of emotions -
  I need to go back!
  I want to stay -
  Where there are no tears,
  And where we laughed -
  Under the squall of summer thunderstorms...
  
  Tell
  Your dreams,
  Share your dreams with me...
  Become yourself
  And open it
  The door to childhood - to memories...
  
  I often dream of silence!..
  She is alone
  Wanders in the courtyards,
  From the memory of the missing!
  And it seems then,
  What's the matter?
  Not in unpainted five-story buildings!
  We are older...
  Roofs are a fathom higher
  Those castles of dreams -
  Their towers...
  It's so unpleasantly closer,
  So cold to us...
  And dreams
  Stopped being colored
  And they smell of steel!..
  If only I knew how to leave them...
  Where is it?
  Should we sit out our centuries?
  Where are these Hermitages?..
  And where is friend Misha?
  And who now?
  Will tell about Tsoi
  And his thaw?..
  Grandmothers' Tangles of Gossip
  With string bags,
  Our immortal "Perhaps",
  Kostik's shirt is permanent,
  From Turkey
  A tail harassed by jokes,
  The first puffs,
  Vans, fences...
  A feeling of anticipation of a miracle,
  His accomplishment is a cold -
  From somewhere
  From the heap of the unknown -
  From what was told in childhood,
  Let me look around!..
  Inky skies
  They call with the dust of stars
  Give in to flight,
  The mystery of dreams,
  Sheer inevitability,
  Mixed feelings of the past...
  And time is unlikely to change
  Those spots of aspirations -
  Embrace the immensity
  Prisoner,
  And never become outside of it -
  Treacherously grown up,
  Selfish...
  And so there is meaning -
  In search of meaning...
  
  Tell
  Your dreams,
  Share your dreams with me...
  Become yourself
  And open it
  The door to childhood - to memories...
  
  Tell
  Your dreams,
  Share your dreams with me...
  Become yourself
  And open it
  The door to childhood - to memories
  The boy sang with pleasure, despite having to push the heavy wheel like a pack donkey. And this was serious and very productive work for him.
  The little viscountess stamped her little bare foot for the umpteenth time and chirped:
  - Wonderful! You sing wonderfully! Is the Hermitage in London beautiful?
  Gulliver replied with a smile, puffing out his pink, magnificent, childish cheeks:
  - The Hermitage in London is the best and richest in the world!
  The girl giggled and gave the boy another lash with great relish. A red stripe rose on his bare skin.
  The Viscountess asked with a smile:
  - Do you like it?
  The boy nodded and whined:
  - Maybe you'd rather sing than beat a child?!
  The girl nodded, and again her bare, tanned, graceful foot stamped:
  - This is great and I will sing!
  Gulliver chirped:
  - Sing, little flower, don"t be shy!
  The Viscountess, jumping and skipping, began to dance, singing;
  I went back to my childhood,
  Don't follow me.
  I see everyone here is having fun with war.
  Just for her
  Just for you,
  war.
  There is no place for children here,
  For adults - fight.
  Stay with her,
  Don't follow me.
  Just for her
  Just for you,
  war.
  And it's good there,
  There I will sit on the potty.
  And it's good there,
  There I will sit on the potty.
  
  There is no need for money:
  Circus and Lollipops
  There is a milky shore,
  Horses under the bridle
  Just for me
  just for the horse,
  They are leading.
  Pastila, swing,
  White bows,
  Sweet cookies,
  Mom's dreams.
  Just for her
  Just for me,
  They are coming.
  And I feel good,
  There I will sit on the potty.
  And I feel good,
  There I will sit on the potty.
  
  Lord, why do I have to come here?
  Again
  Run, fight back,
  To tear with teeth -
  Just for me
  Just for you,
  Now.
  Oh my God, just think about it.
  What should we write for?
  Sincere lines,
  It's just a heartbreak
  It's hard for you
  It's hard for me,
  Believe me.
  Okay, fine,
  The children will sit on the potty.
  Okay, fine,
  The children will sit on the potty.
  What a wonderful song this girl sang. And it's simply so wonderful and classy! I'd hate to see the bald Fuhrer in his coffin!
  The girl giggled and winked at her vis-à-vis.
  Gulliver agreed with her:
  - You are lovely and simply super!
  Well, what else is there to say or discuss? You can sing or crow.
  Well, everything became very urgent and pleasant.
  Meanwhile, without a moment's pause, the orcs began shaking the girl on the rack. Which looked pretty cool, and in its own way, incredibly funny.
  How can one not start singing here?
  And Gulliver began to sing again;
  I am a boy born in a holy land,
  Which they call the boundless Elfia...
  And there is no better place, know this, on the whole earth,
  And no matter how you ask God in fierce faith!
    
  But I was born an ardent atheist, you know,
  In this cynical twenty-first century...
  I wanted to build a wonderful paradise with my own hands,
  Where people themselves would become Gods!
    
  But then I found myself in the turbulent twentieth century,
  And I, as a boy, had to fight there...
  Let the feat of the knight Elfi be sung,
  We, England's fighters, knew how to fight!
    
  Our courage lives in that young heart,
  And my blood boils violently in my veins...
  The victories opened an unlimited account,
  Let's fight wildly, guys, day and night!
    
  To the glory of our valiant Elfie,
  To which Lada will give grace...
  We can row our oars to Eden with zeal,
  Let's get unlimited reward!
    
  Here is our faith, and the mighty god Svarog,
  And lightning that Perun himself throws...
  The eternal Family will sign the oath for us,
  And victory awaits in radiant May!
    
  We are the elves, the great sons of the earth,
  I believe in flying to Mars soon...
  I know I was born to create victories,
  Let Abel triumph, not Cain!
    
  We will give our hearts for our Motherland,
  To serve Elfia with the mind and with bayonets...
  The cherub will spread its wings from paradise,
  We will hit the orcs with our fists!
    
  The enemy will not get a chance in anything,
  The Okhrmacht will not bring us to our knees...
  We hit the orcs right in the eye,
  To the glory of the most important generations!
    
  In Elfsia, every warrior from the nursery,
  The baby reaches out to the machine...
  Svarog's order - kill the Fuhrer -
  Lada will give you a generous reward!
    
  There is nothing else in our world,
  More precious is the victorious flag, scarlet, red...
  The boat broke, the oar cracked,
  It is dangerous to fight with our Fatherland!
    
  No one knows where the limit of the universe is,
  How far do astronauts fly...
  Svarog the Almighty, the almighty king,
  And the knight will receive grants from him!
    
    
  Don't be afraid, the orcs won't break us,
  At least in this world, with them the USA, with the lions...
  And life will not be interrupted, I know the thread,
  They will not beat the fatherland with boots!
    
  We have military strength, believe me,
  And tanks and planes are cooler than demons...
  The beast of orcishness will be defeated,
  Putin and his accomplice Duce have been hanged!
    
  The red flag is a very strong flag,
  It sparkles like red cloth over the universe...
  The Elsomolka stuck it in the orc's groin,
  With your heel, bare and not white!
    
  I believe we will soon enter Orklin,
  With a victorious song of brave Elvenism...
  And we will completely sweep away all the orcs,
  So that there are no scum of revanchism!
    
  And after that there will be paradise in the universe,
  The trumpets of mighty cherubs play...
  Fight for your Motherland and be brave,
  With Elfia, Rod and we are invincible!
  This is such a song and it is very cool and funny.
  Meanwhile, the orcs applied red-hot iron strips to the bare soles of the boy and girl, which made the smell of burning flesh even stronger, and the children screamed in pain and lost consciousness. The shock was severe.
  And the orcs began to grunt and roar again, and dance at a hellish pace. These are truly powerful bears, both stupid and stinking. How much passion and powerful delivery they have.
  Gulliver is turning the millstone, and the girl says to him:
  - Come on, smart guy, fill me up with more catchy aphorisms!
  The boy captain nodded vigorously and began to utter pearls of thought with renewed vigor;
  You can't convince a woman to bare her legs if you're a complete idiot!
  A woman loves fashionable shoes, but she'd rather go barefoot than end up wearing a politician's boots!
  There are two problems in the world, one is money, which is something you can live with, the other is the lack of money, which is unbearable!
  Money is an evil that disappears when it grows in quantity!
  A politician, strutting, lays golden eggs, but not into the voters' pockets!
  Without money there is no life, with money there is no peace!
  Vodka brings income to the state, but ruin from drunkenness comes to the kingdom!
  Don't trust that politician who promises mountains of gold, you'll end up in a ravine for a copper penny!
  A politician has a long tongue when it comes to making promises and a short hand when it comes to fulfilling them!
  Don't trust a politician who puts on sheep's clothing, maybe he really is a sheep!
  Money brings happiness, but it's not worth a penny!
  You can't measure happiness with money, but you can't measure grief with tears!
  A politician takes shavings from a voter if he is as dumb as a stump and with oak stubbornness!
  Don't spit in the well, maybe this is not just an abyss of promises issued by politicians!
  Do not believe the red speeches and the sweet-sounding executioners!
  The politician speaks like a nightingale, but breeds like a fox breeds a crow!
  A toothless ruler is more likely to bite his subject to death!
  The politician has an answer ready for everything, but there is no trust in his answer!
  Nobody knows what a politician has in mind, although nothing but stupidity is on the tip of his tongue!
  Money is the most important thing in life, but it always ruins your whole life!
  If it won't be a stump, they'll strip it like a linden tree and cut it down like a pine tree!
  A politician can seduce a voter with honeyed speeches, only to swat him like a fly!
  The mountains of gold that the politician promises shine brightly, but stink of lies!
  Don't think that if a politician talks nonsense, he is a fool, that he wants to turn a penny into a nickel!
  The politician is not a saint, which is clear to everyone, but why do others look at him as an icon?
  A politician is a fox in sheep's clothing who shears sheep and picks pockets!
  If you think a wolf in sheep's clothing will give you cutlets for breakfast, then you're a typical sheep!
  A good poet is not the one who screams, but the one who sings about what is essential!
  I don"t think that the ram in power is completely stupid, he has already gored the voters!
  Even if a politician is a stinking goat, he can milk a sheep-like voter!
  Never vote with your heart, it"s stupid, and those who vote with their heads don"t go to the polls at all!
  If you don't want to be disappointed with your choice, vote for the underdog, because the leader always lies!
  When the people deify the ruler, life turns into hell!
  Don't try to please everyone, you can't take up all the chairs, you can't lie in all the coffins!
  If you're not an ace, you'll get beat up, not just in poker!
  Anyone who doesn't have trumps gets dealt the lowest suit!
  Without an extra trump card in your hand, any card of any suit will be beaten!
  A strong man attracts women with a powerful magnet!
  Muscles of steel help fill wallets with gold, nerves of steel prevent the wallet from becoming thin!
  Even a hero becomes exhausted by such a heavy burden as an empty wallet!
  These are the aphorisms that Gulliver, who became a boy, uttered.
  Meanwhile, the orcs were doing something nasty to the captive children. Two of them, a boy and a girl, were tortured nearly to death and lay unconscious, resting from the torture.
  They decided to brand the remaining children. They brought out the naked boys and girls and began to apply a red-hot iron to their shoulders, one after the other.
  Like eternal children, they cried desperately and twitched in terrible pain. They were being turned into slaves.
  And on top of that, they also burned the skin, leaving an ominous sign in the form of a five-pointed star.
  One boy shouted:
  - We will not give up!
  And they hit him with barbed wire, on his side and back. The eternal boy screamed in wild pain.
  The orcs burst into loud laughter once again, baring their fanged jaws.
  Their songs are so howling and very cool and they make your ears ache and you want to puke.
  The eldest orc roared with the voice of a half-slaughtered ram:
  Let there be rivers of blood,
  Flowing along the ground...
  Let the pains groan,
  Fires everywhere!
  
  Let death devour,
  The harvest of human bodies...
  The planet is suffering -
  Lawlessness reigns!
  
  And let only death,
  A furious ball rules,
  You all have to die -
  Satan has called you to account!
  
  God won't help,
  You will burn in hell forever...
  We'll punch you in the face,
  This is the orcs' dream!
  
  There will be no mercy,
  Death to the pathetic enemies...
  There is no better reward,
  Give everyone a good beating!
  
  The enemy doesn't know,
  That orcs are all-powerful...
  The alarm clock is already ringing -
  The blow will be strong!
  
  We'll roast some for the elves,
  We are the heels of the barefoot girl's feet...
  And we will crush the elves,
  Let's cut the beauties' braids!
  
  And if someone says anything,
  He'll get it hard...
  There's a loud ringing in my head,
  And in the sky there is thunder and clouds!
  
  And if we howl,
  Like wolves in the desert...
  The children will march in formation,
  To the chopping block, barefoot!
  These are truly beasts. And they branded prisoners who, of course, weren't children in years, but in appearance, they only had good muscles, and you wouldn't guess they were more than twelve years old. And isn't it a sin to mock and torture such people?
  But what can you expect from orcs? They're worse than animals. So they herded the young captives. And to inflict even more pain, they began throwing burning coals under the young captives' bare, childish feet.
  The unfortunate boys screamed and shed tears. Then one of the boys, to show his strength of character and unyieldingness, began to sing:
  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 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 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 with 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 goodness...
  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!
  The children sang, showing they weren't afraid of the evil orcs, even though the creatures tried to drown out the young captives' songs with their wild roars. So they brought out their long whips, beating the bare feet of the child heroes. But they didn't stop singing, seemingly oblivious to the brutal beatings, and proudly raised their heads.
  And although they were half-naked and branded slaves, one could sense in them the breed of the Olympian gods and titans.
  
  A GIRL AND A WHITE SHEPHERD
  ANNOTATION
  A small circus troupe-a boy named Mishka and a girl named Alyonushka-travel, stomping barefoot along the rocky roads of Crimea. And with them is a white shepherd-who is simply inimitable!
  CHAPTER 1
  A boy of about twelve and a beautiful girl of about twenty were walking through the Crimean mountains. Their bare, tanned feet slapped against the sharp, hot stones of the mountain road. It was clear they had already walked countless paths. Their soles had become very strong, resilient, and hard, barely feeling the sharpness and heat of the stones.
  And even on the contrary, bare feet even feel a little pleasant and ticklish from such a rough surface.
  The circus couple's hair was snow-white, and their faces were almost black from sunburn and dust. They carried a mat and some simple circus equipment. A trained white German Shepherd ran alongside them. It's a very beautiful animal. And it all looked quite remarkable-a beautiful, agile circus couple, and a dog capable of both entertaining and admiring.
  However, you can hardly call a German Shepherd a dog.
  The boy was wearing shorts and had taken off his shirt, revealing his sinewy body with its dry, defined muscles. The girl looked at his hatchet-sharp, chocolate-tanned shoulder blades and asked:
  - Mishka, aren't you tired?
  The boy answered confidently:
  - No, Alyonushka! You and I are hardened!
  Ahead, the roofs of seaside dachas appeared. The girl noted:
  - Yes, this is a rich place. Maybe we can raise some money!
  Mishka smiled and remarked:
  - If anything happens, we'll catch some fish in the sea. There might be a good bite here.
  They began approaching the first dacha. Alyonushka was beautiful, though somewhat skinny from malnutrition and long walks, but wiry, strong, and agile. Her dress was short, which was not very common in those days. But she had such strong legs.
  They were welcomed at the first dacha. The master was delighted to admire the girl and her dance. He and the boy danced together and did gymnastics exercises. The white shepherd also jumped over a hoop.
  Then the boy performed a couple more tricks. The master, his wife, and a couple of sons watched with pleasure. Then he tossed a copper coin and remarked to the girl:
  - That's not what you need to do with your appearance!
  He was one of the sons, a teenager of about fifteen years old, and he suggested:
  - I'll give you a ten-kopek coin if you let me stroke your legs.
  Alenka smiled, and her smile was so toothy and sweet, and she answered:
  - Two grivenniks!
  The young man, whose mustache had not yet sprouted, nodded:
  - Of course! That would be great!
  And he pulled a two-grivennik silver coin from his pocket. He tossed it to the girl. She caught it deftly with her bare toes, her tanned, nimble feet.
  The boy-master exclaimed with admiration:
  - This is awesome!
  Alenka nodded her light, slightly golden hair and replied:
  - That's why I'm a professional!
  She extended her leg to the teenager. He began to gently caress it. His hands moved very gently over the girl's smooth, tanned skin, and Alenka purred with pleasure.
  In fact, when a cute boy strokes you, it is really extremely pleasant, and here you can enjoy the caresses.
  And, of course, getting paid for it. That's just amazing.
  The boy stroked her rough but firm soles, with their graceful curves at the heels. He tickled her foot.
  And Alenka laughed with joy. And that was very pleasant.
  The master's wife also threw a coin to the boy Mishka and asked:
  - Let me tickle your heel too!
  The boy extended his bare foot to her. And the attractive, young woman began tickling the boy's bare sole.
  Mishka smiled and began to purr too.
  The master looked at his wife reproachfully. But she only smiled and remarked:
  - You won"t be jealous of me having a child, will you?
  The master replied:
  - Tickle him as much as you want, but don"t go beyond the limits of decency!
  The lady laughed... And her fingers tickled the boy's bare, round, pink heel with pleasure.
  The girl was also smiling and purring. Then she switched legs. And bared her teeth again. It was quite funny.
  But tickling always gets boring. The master snapped sternly:
  - Enough! Leave, or I'll call the police!
  The boy and girl picked up their belongings and, together with the dog - a white shepherd - left the rich dacha.
  Alenka was generally pleased. She got her money, and it was nice to have her bare feet massaged by especially cute boys.
  And at the next dacha, they were readily allowed in with the boy. Of course, primarily because of the beautiful girl. Her skirt was so short, and her tanned, strong, muscular, and very graceful legs were so clearly visible.
  The girl really does look a lot like an ancient Greek slave. Her dress resembles a tunic. And how fitting it is for such a beautiful and muscular woman to walk barefoot, revealing almost all of her wondrous, marvelous, and incredibly seductive legs. It's hard to tear your eyes away from her.
  The master was alone at this dacha. His family was elsewhere. He ordered Alenka to dance, so he could admire the movement of her well-proportioned, extremely well-proportioned, and physically developed body.
  Then, throwing a coin, he ordered:
  - Sing, beauty!
  Alenka sang with pleasure;
  I'm a simple Russian girl,
  I've been abroad many times...
  I have a short skirt,
  Loved the gray eagle!
  The master muttered angrily:
  - Your song isn't very good! Come on, something more aggressive and sexy!
  The circus boy suggested:
  - Or maybe a patriotic one would be better?
  The master agreed:
  - Patriotic is fine too! But that's just you, barefoot! And if I don't like it, you'll get a beating on the heels with sticks!
  Mishka nodded:
  - If you want, sir, for a ruble you can give my bare heels a good whack with a stick!
  The master laughed and replied:
  - It would be better to beat this girl with a whip. Especially if you undress her first!
  Alenka bowed with a smile:
  - As you wish, sir!
  The rich man sang with a smile:
  Make money,
  Make money,
  Having forgotten about boredom and laziness,
  Make money,
  Make money,
  And the rest is all rubbish!
  And the rest is all rubbish!
  Alenka objected:
  - Happy without money,
  You can become...
  Bad men -
  Count the coins!
  The master roared:
  - You will receive a thousand lashes!
  The circus boy noted:
  - If you want, sir, I will give you wise sayings instead of songs!
  The rich man chuckled and replied:
  - Come on boy, this will be more interesting!
  Mishka began to utter catchphrases;
  Duty to the Fatherland is redeemed by the payment of selfless devotion!
  War is a test for the wise, a training for the strong, and a pastime for fools!
  Being a laughing stock is no fun, making others cry is not boring!
  A good ruler is like cloying honey, first they lick him and then they spit him out!
  And an evil ruler is like wormwood, first spat out and then trampled!
  Yes, gold is soft, but it can easily be forged into an impenetrable shield!
  Quality always beats quantity - even an ocean of pearl barley is no obstacle for an axe!
  Evil is full of power when good is weakened by fear!
  A good joke is well-timed, a spoon in the dinner, but help in trouble!
  You might get lucky once or twice, but without skill, luck goes away!
  Anyone who is not Leo Tolstoy is a literary tramp!
  You don't have to be born Tolstoy to be a literature bum!
  Let's drink to having more wives than reasons to blush at a divorce!
  Lust has destroyed men more than the compassion of women!
  A keen eye, slanted hands, a nearsighted enemy who never misses!
  Philosophy does not prolong life, but it makes it convoluted, stretching out its fragments!
  A general wins by skill, a butcher by numbers, a genius by art, a pretender by deceit!
  So let's drink to the fact that hope never dies, and only those who don't live up to it die!
  Hope dies last... And the first to die are those who do not live up to it!
  In war, logic is a relative concept - like chocolate: before you can even admire the bars, they're already in your mouth; before you can swallow them, they're already crawling out sideways!
  Success sometimes smells bad, achievement smells like a corpse, but happiness cannot stink!
  God is on the surface of every thing, and the Devil is in its details!
  Even a masochist finds it unpleasant to be beaten!
  What God does not know is only a question to which he could not give an answer!
  A monkey is better than a human because it can only be an animal literally!
  A sermon that does not lead to good is like a path that leads to an axe!
  Building any doctrines on the texts of the Gospel is the same as studying quantum mechanics from the fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm!
  It is difficult to be God, but to remain a devil is completely unbearable!
  The mind quadruples strength even if the number of enemies doubles!
  Life is a continuous compromise, if not with people, then with nature!
  The forehead is crushed, which means the style is cool!
  Fools are not subject to laws, geniuses are not prescribed the laws of nature!
  Language is given to the intelligent to hide thoughts about stupid and meaningless things!
  He who sees the funny in the sad will be tragically blinded by serious joy!
  - Hurry without hurrying - hurry without hurrying! Get an A in class - by solving a complex problem!
  Winners are not judged... Although sometimes they are judged!
  - Human stupidity is an ally of gods hostile to people!
  A man is a man in a barn, but a pig won't rise above a boar even in a palace!
  There are two infinite things: the universe and human ingenuity - although the first is relative, while the second is absolute!
  What Russian doesn't love fast driving, and the devil loves a swift flight!
  - In hell, no one wants it, but only a few can taste the desire for the devil's opportunity!
  But without watering with tears, you cannot reap the harvest of joy, and without watering with sweat, the laurels of success will not grow!
  God is in every thing or on its surface, and the Devil is in the absence of things, or in the depths of material deficiency!
  He who takes the time to be careful will save eternity on his funeral!
  Silence is golden, speech is silver, but so much of it flows from a woman"s lips that even diamonds become dull!
  Silence is golden and eloquent streams will not rust from long storage!
  And gold loses value if it is silently buried in the ground!
  The boy pronounced the aphorisms very beautifully, with great feeling and stamping his bare feet.
  The master smiled and tossed a coin to the child circus performer. Mishka caught it with his bare toes. Then he dropped it into his shorts pocket.
  The rich man noted:
  - That's not bad! But it's not enough!
  The girl suggested:
  - Do you want me to sing?
  The master objected:
  - Don't do that! Better put your bare feet in my face!
  Alenka nodded:
  - Fine! As you wish!
  The rich man took the girl's bare foot in his hands and began to roughly feel it. The girl remained silent in response. She even managed a smile.
  The master took out another coin, threw it to the boy and roared:
  - Keep spouting aphorisms! I'll pay!
  The circus boy Mishka began to pour out his wisdom again, which was quite appropriate and not very childish;
  
  Sometimes we lost, sometimes we died, but the Russians never knelt!
  Skill replaces quantity, while quantity can only counterfeit skill!
  - In a healthy body, the spirit of a strong man is strong - but in the weakness of the flesh, the soul has disappeared!
  Blood shines like gold, but it rusts the souls of metal!
  Even gold rusts if a heart is not cast from it!
  Torture is not entertainment, but hard work in the service industry, in which pity for the client is destructive to yourself!
  The soul of a rich man is patriotic, no more than that of a gold coin, which sticks wherever it is taken!
  Gold is yellow like the color of treason, soft like the will of an opportunist, heavy like the conscience of a traitor!
  Pain is like a mother-in-law, persistent, annoying, you want to get rid of it, but... without it you won"t get married with victory!
  When the enemy does not surrender, he is destroyed, and when he does not surrender, ingenuity brings victory!
  It's not a problem if the enemy's bitches die, it's a problem if our males have screwed up their own brains!
  It's easy in battle when training is not a torment, but a useful entertainment!
  Even in the words of Christ, his servants seek that which serves godless tyranny!
  A large wardrobe will fall with a loud noise, and great glory will go to the one who knocked it over!
  When the mask is skillful, we don"t need an excuse!
  More often than not, red rivers flow because of red speeches and black deeds!
  - He who is destined to be stabbed should not tremble at the rope!
  As always, it turned out better than we wanted!
  Death deserves a better fate than life, because its duration leaves incomparably more parts to choose from! -
  Guarantees are guaranteed to rip you off!
  A gold coin is soft, but more deadly than a bullet, it hits right in the heart and takes out the brains!
  Technology is the god of war - and the saboteur is its atheist!
  God created the universe in six days, but man pays for a moment of man-made weakness throughout eternity!
  They went in up to the wool, but didn"t return with the cable car!
  Run, but don't run away, shoot, but don't shoot back, hit, but don't fight back, and most importantly, drink, but don't get drunk!
  A dead donkey's ears are of no use to anyone, but the hearing of a living fox is a gift for those who don't need donkeys to achieve their goals!
  Once you put shoes on your mind, you will forever remain barefoot!
  War is air for the lungs, but only when mixed with binary gas!
  If the enemy doesn't want to give up and doesn't know how to lose, we'll force them to give in and teach them how to win!
  Bad people love black magic, good people love white magic!
  Killing in war is hard in the process, disgusting in the perception, but how wonderful in the end! So war brings health to the soul, hardening of the body, and a cleansing of the wallet!
  Sometimes war fills wallets greatly, and in direct proportion to the amount of blood spilled and the emptiness of a corrupt heart!
  The boy pronounced aphorisms very beautifully and with expression.
  The master felt the girl's bare feet. Then he kissed her bare, firm sole and tossed a coin to mark:
  - Very good! Your feet are lovely! Now let the boy sing! Or if he can't sing, I can set his bare foot on fire with a lighter!
  Mishka answered with a smile:
  - Better sing!
  The rich man growled:
  - Then sing!
  And the circus boy began to sing with feeling and expression;
  What you have done is radiant,
  Grace has been poured out upon the human race...
  This is what you, holy God, gave me,
  Soul, mind, heart, mercy!
  
  Lucifer turned to Sodom,
  The offspring of sin and pride...
  He raised his sword to the sacred, lordly throne,
  And he decided that now he was Omnipotent!
  The master yelled fiercely:
  - No! I don't want to sing about religion! I'm a sinner and I love sin!
  Mishka noted:
  - I can do another one too!
  The rich man objected:
  - No! Let the girl sing instead! What's your name again?
  The circus performer replied:
  - Alenka!
  The master muttered:
  - Sing, Alenka!
  The girl began to sing with great feeling and enthusiasm;
  I am the strongest girl in the world,
  Which was born in purity...
  There is no one more beautiful than me on the planet-
  We will prosper everywhere!
    
  May Russia be glorified as the most wonderful of all,
  The country that conquered the whole world...
  Let it immediately become more interesting for people,
  Every warrior is a true idol!
    
  I will defend the holy country,
  Where our ancestors are, believe them most strongly...
  People recognize the barefoot girl,
  She is an eagle, not a sparrow!
    
  In my past life I was a Komsomol member,
  She fought so bravely, crushing the fascists...
  And the girl had such a ringing voice,
  And a bright, airy soul!
    
  I fought near Moscow very bravely,
  The girl was barefoot in the frost...
  And my pressure is considered so powerful,
  I broke Fritz's face with my fist!
    
  In the glory of Jesus our banner,
  And also the greatest God Svarog...
  Forever and ever the most holy Lada is with us,
  And the brightest White God in the world!
    
  We are people who were born in the light of the sun,
  Yarilo inspired us to a heroic deed...
  And the girls' song flows loudly,
  Look, the cherub spreads his wings!
    
  I shot accurately from the machine gun,
  She threw a present with her bare foot...
  I threw my net at the fascist,
  The girl looks young!
    
  I consider myself a warrior from God,
  Created a world in which beauty...
  In the name of the greatest Svarog,
  Beauty is growing in the soul of a beauty!
    
  We defended the Kremlin from the fascists,
  They were able to kill almost everyone at once...
  No, the girl won't be demobilized,
  And we hit the Fritzes right in the eye!
    
  In the name of the eternal glory of communism,
  I was a Komsomol member who fought barefoot...
  We will destroy the flocks of fascism,
  So that steel does not succumb to the enemies of Rus'!
    
  Girls fought at Stalingrad,
  Their nipples were as red as rubies...
  We'll see communism soon,
  Knowing no sorrow or melancholy!
    
  We are the best girls in the Fatherland,
  I'm a Komsomol member, almost naked...
  But she destroyed the Reich with a machine gun,
  That the Germans didn"t get into our company!
    
  In the name of the most radiant Russia,
  I believe everything will be very good...
  Great Jesus believe mission,
  Although the chisel of the shells is knocking!
    
  In the name of our great Motherland,
  We will run away from the evil fascists...
  Let us stop the flocks of the wild horde,
  Even in a furious attack, an evil thief!
    
  Let the name of Jesus shine like the sun,
  May Mother Mary give great paradise...
  For the Almighty Lada we are children,
  And you fight boldly and dare!
    
  In the name of our great Motherland,
  What communism has given everywhere...
  I see the faces of saints shining from the icons,
  In one United Family of the Lord!
    
  In the name of the almighty Svarog,
  Savior Christ the Most High...
  We must be like God Rod,
  To the Infinite Creator of all!
    
  Let Rus' raise its banner above itself,
  We will become stronger and wiser than everyone else...
  Even though Genghis Khan attacks with great force,
  But we girls are still smarter!
    
  So I tell you people, go ahead,
  Serve the Russian Gods who are faithful to us...
  And save the souls of Russians in battle,
  Although the hellish swarm strikes!
    
  We will win, I know it for sure,
  We will be able to defeat all the fascists...
  Cain will not crush the fighters of the Fatherland,
  And with a menacing roar the bear will live!
    
  We will do everything very cool,
  We will defeat all the Fritz and Mongols...
  After all, fighting with girls is dangerous,
  The people of Russia are invincible!
    
  We will all show our menacing grins,
  We will break Genghis Khan's horns...
  In the name of the endless glory of the Family,
  May your destiny be very bright!
    
  Yes, we girls will fight beautifully,
  Let's show you the highest class in the world...
  I am a warrior, and my soul is not a clown...
  And God will reward Christ for victories!
    
  We will defeat the tumens of Genghis Khan,
  There will be girls in battle on Kalka...
  Can't resist the hellish blow,
  I love Jesus and Stalin!
    
  So I will chop up enemies without counting, believe me,
  I can defeat them like gnats...
  Believe me, we have tough work,
  Although life is fragile as a silk thread!
    
  In the name of Lada, the Most Holy Mary,
  What youth and love gave...
  We girls are completely barefoot,
  Let's trample the enemy into mud and blood!
    
  Christ will come and the dead will rise,
  Perun, Yarilo, White God, Svarog...
  They are one, know people honestly,
  And above the universe is the Almighty Rod!
    
  In short, our happiness will be eternal,
  Beautiful and wonderful forever...
  And heaven and earth are in mighty power,
  And immortality and youth forever!
  
  DOUBLE OF THE MOST HIGH GOD
  ANNOTATION
  A boy and a girl find themselves in twenty-third-century Moscow. Everything seems perfect, and planet Earth is a veritable paradise, with eternal youth and a vast space empire. But suddenly, a boy named Vitaly discovers that he bears a striking resemblance to the Almighty God in the flesh.
  CHAPTER 1
  A boy named Akulov and a powerful girl named Albina are in a big city. It's like Moscow, but in the twenty-third century. This is the future, two hundred years from now. The city, of course, has expanded. Skyscrapers have appeared, like mountains, and very colorful. They have exotic shapes, too, like, for example, colored ice cream in a golden cup. Or, for example, seven turtles stacked on top of each other in platinum.
  There were also buildings that looked like musical instruments, sparkling with something beautiful.
  And in the air, numerous flying machines of the most varied shapes soared. Most, however, were teardrop-shaped, or shaped like sea fish with golden fins.
  And then there were the figures flickering in flight. There were both adults and children. Moreover, all the adults looked young, no older than sixteen.
  And plastic was also flowing along the pavement. Small children jumped on it, stamping their feet, and then flew up like ping-pong balls.
  Vitalik noted with a smile:
  - Wonderful world!
  Albina agreed:
  - Yes, funny and decent for miracles!
  A boy and a girl walked across a reflective, mirror-like surface. Their feet were bare, like children's. And they felt themselves tickled by the vibrating waves.
  Ahead, a magnificent fountain was visible, shooting a jet of water a mile and a half high into the air, sparkling like diamonds. The statues themselves, within the fountain's composition, glittered with some special, unknown metal, far brighter than gold and shimmering with every color of the rainbow.
  And the statues themselves were beautiful in form and moved.
  Vitalik nodded:
  - What a wonderful discovery. This fountain is even cooler than Peterhof!
  Albina noted with a smile:
  - The world of a bright, cool future.
  The boy and girl quickened their pace slightly. Albina was so much taller than Vitalik that one might have thought they were mother and son. Moreover, in this future, there were no elderly people. People had attained eternal youth, and men could rejoice in the fact that they didn't have to waste time on useless and unpleasant shaving.
  Some buildings in futuristic Moscow were adorned with gold and platinum stripes. Bright billboards, up to a kilometer in size, also glowed, showing cool cartoons.
  The flying machines that darted through the air were not only beautifully and brightly colored and gracefully shaped, but also smelled like expensive French perfume, or perhaps even more pleasant.
  And the surface of the squares was like a mirror, warm and sparkling. When the bare soles of teenagers, a boy and a girl, walked across it, graceful, almost childish footprints appeared. They glowed in different colors, as if drawn with markers. And then they disappeared.
  Albina noted with a smile:
  - Just like in the Snow Queen's castle!
  Vitalik shook his head:
  - No! It's warm here, and the world is full of colors.
  A young man and a young woman flew up to them. They were very beautiful, but their faces were painted, like designs on a cake.
  The young man asked the boys:
  - Where are you from?
  Vitaly replied:
  - From Moscow!
  - Why do you travel on foot?
  Albina replied:
  - I would like to buy an aircraft. Where are the shops around here?
  The girl who was next to the boy laughed and replied:
  "Nobody uses stores. There's the Hypernet network, and everything is delivered absolutely free."
  Vitalik chirped with a smile:
  - How far has progress come?
  To unprecedented miracles...
  Everything became completely free,
  Only with benefit, carefully!
  The young man remarked:
  - Do you know how much he resembles our God? Perhaps you are his son?
  The boy giggled and replied:
  - No! I don't know my father. But if he is God, I wouldn't be surprised.
  The girl remarked with a smile:
  "In our world, there's nothing surprising about any appearance! You can change your body using a special program in the Hypernet. But people rarely do this, because in the Hypernet game matrix, it can be done instantly and with just your mind. And if you change yourself in reality, no one will recognize you. And you need permission from the Ministry of Love to do so."
  Albina was surprised:
  - Ministry of Love?
  The girl looked and answered:
  - It's as if you're not from our empire! Maybe you have memory problems?
  Vitalik muttered:
  - We are time travelers!
  The young man remarked:
  - If this is not a joke, then...
  At that very moment, a dozen beautiful girls in orange jumpsuits appeared around them. They pointed high-tech machine guns at the couple.
  Vitalik muttered:
  - We come in peace!
  Albina chirped:
  - We are still minors, don"t shoot at us!
  The girl with red hair and in uniform said:
  "We won't harm you. You just don't have any nanobots, and we need to figure out where you came from."
  Vitalik muttered:
  - From a camel!
  At that moment, green, wide rays hit the couple, softly and painlessly, knocking out their consciousness.
  Vitalik didn"t have time to see or think anything before he found himself back in clear memory.
  Together with Albina, they hung in a transparent space. A blue haze seemed to surround them. And yet, they couldn't even move a finger.
  A very beautiful girl with hair in all the colors of the rainbow appeared in front of them.
  She chirped:
  We've done some analysis and found that you're from Moscow in 2023. The question is, how did you end up here? And then, it seems you're a complex couple. The computer says you might be the Almighty and the Virgin Mary of that time.
  Vitalik exclaimed, her voice was audible:
  - I see... It looks like I will rule this empire in the future!
  The girl turned around and answered in a sweet voice:
  "We're not ruling anything out. But the Almighty is currently in the Ultrabavil hypercapital, and that's a neighboring galaxy! You must be delivered to him, and then they'll decide what to do with your mate."
  Albina noted:
  - But we can"t kill ourselves in the past?
  The girl replied:
  "That's for God and the Mother of God to decide! For now, your appearance is a great secret from everyone else. You'll be sent right now to Ultrababylon under heavy escort, loaded into a zero-space capsule. To keep you entertained during the flight, your consciousness in the Hypernet supermatrix will be able to enjoy games to suit every taste. Do you understand?"
  Vitalik replied:
  - Playing in the twenty-third century - what could be better!
  Albina said with a smile:
  - I like that too!
  The girl smiled broadly and waved her hand. A soft, pink wave crashed down on Vitalik and Albina.
  The boy and girl found themselves in a city. No longer as bright and colorful as twenty-third-century Moscow. More like the late twentieth century.
  The enormous dinosaur slapped its hind legs through the streets, slamming its tail into neighboring houses and destroying them. Its legs also lengthened and shortened, causing destruction and death.
  And they scattered in all directions. However, they were all children no older than twelve. Boys and girls were running away. Some of them were wearing police uniforms. And not a single adult, not even a teenager, was in sight.
  A pleasant female voice was heard:
  - Stop the dinosaur and save the children!
  Albina asked:
  - And how to do this?
  The voice answered:
  - It's a game. Figure it out for yourself.
  Vitalik shrugged and sang:
  - Here's a magic wand,
  Turn into a skipping rope quickly!
  Albina smiled and asked:
  - And this is you, how are you?
  The boy genius answered confidently:
  Sooner or later, clues and pianos in the bushes will appear in the game. Like these, for example!
  And the young warrior, with his bare toes, picked up a broken pavement tile and hurled it at the tall building. The shard arced and struck the foundation. The enormous structure swayed and, with all its might, crashed down on the dinosaur. It shook violently, and the monster began to topple over.
  Albina cooed with relish:
  - Now that's a real knight's move!
  Vitalik chuckled and replied:
  - Maybe a stallion's move!
  A dinosaur, crushed by a building, shattered into a multitude of gumballs and candies. The children who populated the town immediately rushed to snatch the treats. Sandals, sneakers, and, in some cases, bare feet were seen.
  There was a lot of noise.
  Vitalik sang with a smile:
  Childhood is a wonderful time,
  It"s nice and fun for the kids...
  A great game is coming,
  We're writing like rain from a machine gun!
  Albina, with an even wider smile, noted:
  - Yes, we are writing!
  Then they saw two more villains. They were monsters: one with the head of a boar, the other a rhinoceros. With a wild roar, they rushed at Albina and Vitalik.
  The boy whistled.
  One of the traffic lights wobbled and fell on the rhinoceros's head, dealing a crushing blow and stunning the brute.
  Vitalik chirped, baring his teeth:
  - Hit, hit, hit again,
  Another blow and here it is...
  The barefoot boy is a superstar,
  He delivers an uppercut!
  Albina giggled and cooed:
  - In the holy war,
  The girls are doubly cool!
  The soldier with the pig's head pulled a laser machine gun from his backpack and began shooting.
  The boy and girls jumped to the side. Albina threw a banana peel with her bare heel. It flew past and landed under the boot of the soldier with the pig's head. It flew past and crashed, breaking through the stone wall, and fell silent.
  Vitalik sang with pleasure:
  - I bend over the sight, and the missiles are racing towards the target! Another pass ahead!
  Albina felt a very destructive impulse within her. And she began stomping her bare, tanned feet, causing the asphalt to vibrate and crack.
  And candies, chocolates, ice cream cones, gum, lollipops, and much more began to fly out of the cracks. How cool and amusing it all looked.
  Vitalik noted:
  - These are really delicious treats!
  The girl wanted to say something, but a crowd of children ran up and started grabbing all these delicacies and gobbling them up greedily!
  Albina chirped:
  - At least say thank you!
  The children stopped and roared in chorus:
  - Thank you!
  Vitalik said with a smile:
  - It's almost divine!
  The heroine was about to make a joke, but the landscape suddenly changed. They found themselves on a snowy mountain. Boys and girls were sliding down it like a ski jump.
  And they had fun...
  As if by magic, Vitalik and Albina also found skis on their feet. Both the boy and the girl took off, screaming and making a loud noise.
  Vitalik sang with a smile:
  The soul's impulses of wondrous beauty,
  A fighter fought for his homeland among the stars...
  After all, the most daring dreams have come true,
  He was not afraid of the armada of evil enemies!
  Albina winked and noted ironically:
  - Among the stars, after all!
  Vitalik chuckled and replied:
  - Yes!
  And the boy began pushing off the snow with his poles. Winters had been disappointing in recent years. And skiing near Moscow was scary. And how else were they going to hold the Winter Olympics in Sochi?
  One of the boys who was skiing on a parallel track asked:
  - Do you want adventure?
  Albina replied:
  - Of course, yes! Of course, yes! Of course, yes!
  And then several polar bears appeared ahead of them. And now Vitalik and Albina were holding machine guns.
  The boy and girl are determined to fight. They pull the triggers, and a scorching, piercing, and destructive stream shoots out of the barrels like a waterfall.
  Vitalik noted, seeing how the bullet hit the polar bear in the butt, releasing a fountain of blood:
  - All this is wonderful and cool!
  Albina nodded and sang:
  Somewhere in this world,
  Where there is always frost...
  Bears rub against the axle,
  O earth's axis!
  Vitalik objected:
  - We're hunting them!
  And he fired another round of bullets. That's how magnificent and tough these fighters are.
  And the pierced polar bears fell. And then they turned into something very tasty and edible. And these were cakes, and pastries, and all sorts of rich, creamy, fragrant things.
  Albina noted with a smile:
  - These are really great treats!
  Vitalik noted:
  "You really love the word 'yummy'! But that's usually what little kids say, and we're all grown up now, and we've managed to do a lot of things!"
  Albina nodded:
  - I agree! But we remain children forever, only the years change!
  The boy and girl jumped again and somersaulted with their skis. And they sang again:
  What was there behind, look back,
  Don't be lazy when you get to know yourself as a baby...
  Because a lot of years have flown by, run by,
  Smile, smile, smile!
  Vitalik winked at Albina and noted:
  - A funny incident!
  The girls asked:
  - In what?
  The boy replied:
  "I ended up in the future, where I've seized power over the world, and I've been ruling for two hundred years. And then my doppelganger from the past appears, and the question arises: what to do with him?"
  Albina shrugged and replied:
  - Nothing! Give your double a planet, and may he live happily ever after!
  Vitalik noted with doubt:
  - What if he thinks that I will challenge him for the throne?
  The girl shrugged and asked:
  - And will you challenge it?
  The boy replied:
  "People in the space empire are quite happy. Everyone is happy, and I see no reason why I should fight for power. After all, it's not man for power, but power for man!"
  Albina whistled:
  - Ah, how noble! Are you a knight?
  Vitalik logically noted:
  - Not quite! Knights observed the rules of decency only in relation to each other, and did not consider slaves human. And I care about the well-being of every person.
  The heroine winked and chirped:
  My native country is wide,
  There are many forests, fields and rivers in it...
  I don't know of any other country like this.
  Where a person can breathe so freely!
  The boy genius clarified:
  - An entire star empire!
  Once again, the landscape in the matrix has changed.
  The boy and girl now found themselves in a trench. It was obviously a game from a historical shooter. Like World War II. Only the tanks moving across the field were somewhat different. For example, you can see a "Lion," which in real life never went into production. And frankly, the "Lion," while a powerful tank, has questionable combat effectiveness. Weighing 90 tons, it's only better protected than the "Tiger-2" in its frontal turret armor, and it has a 105-millimeter cannon. Powerful, but slower in rate of fire than the Tiger. But this tank is here. And it oozes with its colossal power.
  And cannons are firing at it. Beautiful girls in short skirts and bare legs are running around the cannons.
  They load the cannons, of which there are seven.
  And there are three Lev tanks. It might not seem like much, but they're impossible to penetrate from the front.
  The Komsomol girl turned to Vitalik and asked:
  - Are you a pioneer?
  The boy genius answered confidently:
  - No! Never been!
  The girl asked in surprise:
  - And why?
  Vitalik answered with a smile:
  - Because I am from another time!
  Another girl noted:
  - We can't penetrate the Lev tank? Our 76mm gun is too weak!
  Albina intervened here:
  - Don't shoot at the German tank!
  The Komsomol girl asked with a grin:
  - And why shouldn't it?
  The heroine girl replied:
  "Because it's just a game. And you need to defeat impenetrable tanks in a way other than by firing cannons."
  The Komsomol warriors asked in chorus:
  - And what a beauty!
  Albina exclaimed:
  - Singing!
  And she began to sing in a nightingale voice, and the others followed her lead:
  The Star of the Fatherland was given by the Lord,
  She, believe me, is more radiant than the sun!
  My you, this country of origin -
  Know that my heart beats with sadness for you!
  
  In you we are Komsomol members, like eagles,
  We crush the fascists and sweep away the scrap!
  We even managed to do it on Jupiter,
  To grow the fruits of an unrealizable paradise!
  
  Venus is a place for love,
  On Mars the warrior's feeling is the highest!
  Break the chains of evil and doubt,
  After all, the Almighty wants to do the best!
  
  We will defeat the cosmic onslaught,
  Let's remember the chin with a strong hook!
  The enemy will be crushed by the power of peace,
  And the Junkers was shot down by an ordinary child's bow!
  
  The layout is one - take and win,
  We cannot know any other outcome!
  And don"t you, wolf of the Reich, roar,
  You'll get hit in the face with a bayonet by a soldier!
  
  But the bayonet won't do you any good,
  We'll hit the head with dynamite!
  The flight is just as swift,
  When the proletarian struck the hammer!
  
  The further course will pass like a hurricane,
  And the endgame will be a victorious checkmate!
  For our rage, a furious volcano,
  Reprisal against the bastard, the terrible cat!
  
  We have clamped our pincers on Berlin,
  Paris free under the Russian flag!
  We are the daughters and sons of the Fatherland,
  When we feast, we eat honey with poppy seeds!
  
  Foggy Albion is now like a brother,
  New York came to me like a pie on a platter!
  Our red, scarlet poppy-colored flag,
  Under it all people are happy with freedom!
  The girls sang, and three "Lion" tanks transformed into large, fluffy cakes, decorated with roses. A very strong and appetizing aroma emanated from them.
  But then another vehicle appeared behind them. This time, even more powerful and heavier Mause tanks. They're slow, but their firepower and armor are through the roof.
  Albina asked the Komsomol members:
  - Shall we sing again?
  The girl captain noted:
  - Is it really possible to swallow something like that?
  Vitalik sang:
  Song helps us to build and live,
  And together with the song, into a winged flight...
  And he who walks through life with a lyre,
  That one will never disappear anywhere!
  One of the Komsomol girls noted:
  - You can't argue with that!
  Albina confirmed:
  - That's right! Or do you want something else?
  The Komsomol girls loaded a shell into the breech and fired it with all their might. It flew past, hit the tank, and bounced off like a pea.
  The female captain noted:
  - Yes, I dare you to take it!
  Vitalik nodded:
  - So let's start singing!
  And so the warriors and the boy began to perform with great enthusiasm:
  The glory of the Soviet Motherland is great -
  We are worthy, I believe, of this glory!
  We will defeat the cruel enemy in battle,
  For the sake of the Russian, most radiant State!
  
  What is there in the Motherland that sings,
  In the heart of an honest, barefoot pioneer!
  We rush into flight like a bird,
  How holy our faith has become!
  
  Believe me, the machine gun is my older brother,
  And the grenades are not an extra load at all!
  If you are brave, then the result is,
  It will be, despite the fact that you are a boy!
  
  The pioneer is cocky and stern...
  But God illuminates us with a smile!
  There are many evil aces in the world, alas,
  They want to ruin a place in paradise!
  
  The fascist jackal stretches his paws towards us,
  Wants to rip out a child's heart!
  And his pig-like pockmarked grin,
  Let him get a loud slap in the face!
  
  Tiger tanks are "boots"
  Clumsy, terribly angular!
  And don"t run from them, knight,
  Well, better get some grenades ready!
  
  We will create such a world, believe me,
  Where millions will be happy!
  The predatory beast will run away to its den,
  We will lay down the vile legions!
  
  The red banner will shine,
  It contains the name of the holy Jesus!
  If you pass the pioneer exam with an A,
  May your Russia be famous!
  
  But that exam isn"t at the blackboard -
  He will have to be surrendered from the trench!
  Gray hair is creeping into the boy's temples,
  A friend has died - now there is grief at the grave!
  
  What, damned scum, war,
  Not even worthy of being called a beast!
  And the horde knows no restraint,
  Although Adolf is sometimes funnier than the clown!
  
  You know, we must not retreat,
  Forever fear of others for pioneers!
  We guys are loyal friends,
  And morally, I believe, they are not cripples!
  
  Let's finish the glorious march in Berlin,
  Believe me, we have always known how to fight!
  And they suddenly caught a dashing courage,
  RPK carried on the run in a backpack!
  The Komsomol girls sang, and the huge Maus tanks turned into huge platters of sturgeon and garnish.
  And also very appetizing.
  Albina giggled and sang:
  - What kind of dishes, what kind of delicacies,
  I wish I could take it all with me...
  It's a pity we don't fight often,
  They feed us to the point of slaughter!
  Vitalik noted with a chuckle:
  - Yes, there are such games here! As if for very small children.
  The Komsomol girl logically noted:
  - Childhood never completely goes away for a person!
  
  THE ADVENTURES OF THE IMMORTAL HIGHLANDER KENNY
  ANNOTATION
  As a result of the final Armageddon in 2017, the only survivors among the Highlanders were Kenny Hamilton, a boy killed at eleven and resurrected like all the other Highlanders, and Duncan Munklaud, who, while no longer immortal, is still young and leads a peaceful life. The eternal boy is forced to wander, eventually ending up in a juvenile prison in the most crime-ridden state in the United States: Texas.
  CHAPTER No 1.
  The highlander boy Kenny, an immortal of the race, was left completely alone among his kind. All the other immortals perished in the skirmishes and final battle of Armageddon. The only other remaining highlander was Duncan Munklow. He was practically the only survivor. But after completing his mission, Duncan lost his immortality and became a commoner. So now Kenny is no longer threatened by other bounty hunters. On the contrary, the boy felt lonely. He became immortal at the age of eleven, and that happened back in the year 1182. He has now lived for over eight hundred and fifty years. And he has always been eleven.
  A handsome, immortal boy of about eleven. He looks like an angel, with a pretty face and blond hair. But in reality, he's already killed so many people. Highlanders and mere mortals alike.
  Kenny was on the brink of death several times, but he always managed to pull himself out. Duncan Mancloud was even his friend for a time. Until Kenny tried to kill him. Then he tried again, using someone else's hands.
  And he himself almost died. But Armageddon has already died down. There are no more Highlanders on Earth, only two survivors remain: Kenny himself and Duncan Munklaud. But the latter is no longer a Highlander, but a mere mortal. That means there's only one Kenny on the entire planet who will never die unless his head is cut off.
  His dream came true. But after eight hundred and fifty-four years of Kenny's life, he grew tired of being a child.
  He doesn't grow, age, or mature. On the one hand, being a highlander is great. If you get a tooth knocked out, it'll grow back in a couple of minutes. And you don't get sick. Kenny, in particular, loved to go barefoot. And he never even coughed, no matter the weather. The boy even took part in the Children's Crusade.
  Then Kenny led one of the squads of boys. The children walked barefoot, through the mountains, along rocky roads. Kenny, too, had given up his uncomfortable shoes. And his bare soles were harder than the leather of his boots.
  The boy experienced many things back then, and even ended up in slavery. Kenny, though immortal, was only slightly stronger than an ordinary child. He, too, was enslaved by pirates and sold to the Caliph of Baghdad.
  The hot sands of Galilee scorched the children's bare feet. Kenny's soles, after decades of walking, had become like camel's hooves. But what was it like for mere, mortal children? Especially the girls. They burned their own little feet and literally struggled to walk. And those who fell were lifted up with lashes.
  Kenny hoisted one of the girls, whose legs were burned and bleeding, onto his shoulders. He carried her across the desert. It was hard, though. True, his immortal body had greater endurance. But he was still no Hercules in strength, and he felt almost as tired as the others.
  Then the children were offered a choice: to accept Islam or go to the quarries.
  Kenny, like most children, chose slavery. And imagine, he found himself in a mine. And who was there? The stench of torches and slave excrement, the backbreaking, backbreaking work. Many children died in the first days and weeks. Kenny was naked, without even a loincloth, like the other children. The overseers beat him for the slightest provocation. And they forced him to work two-thirds of the day, leaving a third for sleep. It was hellish hard labor.
  The children were small and more comfortable working in the mines. They were fed only enough to keep them from starving and to keep them working. Kenny tried to escape, but he was captured with the help of cheetahs, brutally, and chained.
  And he worked so hard, not seeing the sun.
  It was the most terrifying period of Kenny's life. He found himself in a real-life hell. He climbed rock after rock, got his shoulders smashed, ate bread and water, and toiled like a man possessed.
  And he even dreamed of death as a release. But he couldn't escape: cheetahs are incredibly powerful guard dogs-no comparison to German shepherds.
  Years passed. Kenny didn't die, gradually becoming accustomed to this hell. Almost all the children died from the stench, gases, backbreaking work, meager food, and constant beatings. And those who managed to survive were transferred to the adults.
  And Kenny still lived. Other children were brought in and driven in. Little workers were needed in the narrow mines.
  Kenny was a slave, wearing chains on his hands and feet, and that was his only clothing. Young slaves weren't even given loincloths, and why bother? It was a cost-cutting measure. Especially since the mines in the Middle East are quite warm even in winter. Kenny was even worse off than the others, because he wore chains. The other children mostly worked lightly. You couldn't escape, and chains cost money, too.
  Kenny hadn't seen the sun for years, sleeping on rocks, and only in his dreams could he feel free. He often dreamed of flying over mountains or castles. He also dreamed of fighting with swords and killing overseers.
  Kenny had already begun to forget normal life. A whole century had passed, like a nightmare. His chains had rusted and crumbled. He wasn't transferred to adults because he wasn't growing, and remained with the children. And just then, a very savage caliph came to power, who preferred impaling people on stakes instead of beheading them.
  And word of this reached the overseers. And Kenny, having spent over a hundred years in the quarries and still retaining his sharp, alert mind and good health, decided there was a chance for him.
  And he, having waylaid him, hit the overseer on the back of the head with a stone and began to beat him.
  For this, the insolent slave was dragged to the surface for the first time in a hundred years. And Kenny saw the sun, which blinded him. Then they led him to the stake. Was Kenny afraid? He knew he was about to feel intense pain. But he was already accustomed to beatings and suffering in the quarries. So what if the stake goes in his ass?
  Already on other stakes, grown men and a couple of women were writhing and dying.
  A smaller stake was made for Kenny. The executioners lifted him up and impaled him on the tip, butt first.
  The boy felt a sharp pain. And then it hit him, and his body began to slowly descend.
  Kenny felt pain and screamed at the top of his lungs. Then it eased and the boy quieted down. The executioner cauterized the boy's bare heel with a hot iron and walked away, smelling something burning.
  Kenny came to and was alone. He began to swing the stake. And again, a sharp pain pierced him. The boy screamed. One of the guards raised his head and grinned. Then he went back to sleep. The dead wouldn't jump off the stake, would they?
  Kenny pushed himself up desperately with his bare feet. He'd grown strong from over a hundred years of carrying heavy stones and working in the quarries with a sledgehammer and crowbar. And then he jumped off the stake. And crawled across the sand.
  Fortunately, the cheetahs guarded only living captives in the quarries. No one wasted their time on the dead, or the rare animals.
  Kenny crawled away, then ran. At over a hundred years old, he'd learned Arabic pretty well. His hair was dirty, and you couldn't tell he was blond.
  Many Arab children were also half-naked. And Kenny was very dirty. Imagine how long he hadn't washed. But neither infections nor worms affect the immortal. And his teeth don't rot, even if you don't brush them.
  Kenny spent several days in the desert. He tanned almost to the point of blackness. He could easily pass for an Arab boy.
  And so he did. He pretended to be a wandering orphan and began to pray on his knees.
  A merchant in Baghdad hired him. He suspected he was a runaway slave, but no reward was offered for Kenny. Moreover, no one believed it was possible to survive impalement.
  The boy, wearing only a loincloth and barefoot, ran about, running errands for the merchant. He was paid next to nothing and fed meagerly. But as time passed, the merchant grew old, and the boy didn't grow, which began to seem suspicious.
  Then Kenny fled. And wandered again. And one warrior, seeing the boy's remarkable resilience, strength, and muscle beyond his years, took him on as his squire.
  And during the battle with the Crusaders, Kenny fled. And disguised himself as a runaway Christian boy. And again he began wandering around Europe. And then to other countries.
  Kenny has been everywhere. And of course, he couldn't forget a country like America.
  The boy, with his eternally youthful memory, knew a great many languages and was quite intelligent. He also had to study at school, and in different ones at that. And now, in 2025, there was something to compare.
  When you have a young body, it affects your mind. In particular, Kenny discovered computer games. And how wonderful that is. And how many wonderful cartoons were there in the future? And you can watch them online as much as you want.
  After all, initially, cinema was black and white, then it became color. And televisions had small screens. And Kenny himself remembered the times when Europe didn't even have gunpowder. He's a little younger than Genghis Khan himself. And he managed to channel many eras through himself. The last immortals perished in 2017. And Duncan MacLeod became mortal that year.
  So he's not old yet, and could be a dangerous fighter. Kenny dreamed of chopping his head off. Although that wouldn't have given him any extra energy. But Duncan was still too young. He looked to be in his early thirties. That means he's biologically only in his forties now, and he's a man full of energy.
  Kenny himself remained an eleven-year-old boy, handsome, attractive, and stronger than his peers. And he preferred to enjoy the fruits of progress.
  Indeed, how many new things have appeared in eight and a half centuries. Smartphones, iPhones, high-speed internet, now you can watch movies with a TV in the palm of your hand. And, of course, cars and airplanes.
  Unless people are flying to other planets yet, but in a couple of centuries that will happen too.
  Kenny smiled: he'll live to see that. Besides, there are no immortals left after the last showdown in 2017. Which means Kenny's head is safe from their sharp swords. He's the only one left who's so unique.
  Like the fairytale Peter Pan. He didn't even want to grow up. But Peter Pan is a hero invented by human fantasy. Kenny, on the other hand, is a real boy who is never destined to grow up.
  And of course, we don't appreciate what we have. Kenny desperately wanted to grow up, even if it meant losing his immortality. Although perhaps the thought sometimes flashed through his young mind that, as he grew older, he would look back with nostalgia on his youthful, immortal years.
  And a perpetually barefoot childhood. Kenny loved to walk barefoot in any weather, but he was teased too often by boys for it, and had to wear sneakers or sandals in big cities.
  The worst thing is the constant, chronic money problems. Just try to earn anything with an eleven-year-old child, no bigger than his peers, and maybe even smaller, considering he was born in the pre-acceleration era.
  It's true that food is easier in America. It's easy to find a free soup kitchen and practically free clothes in Sackenhead. And there are plenty of religious institutions. If they see Kenny barefoot, they'll give him free sneakers or other footwear and clothing.
  But Kenny, of course, wasn't satisfied with just that. He was also attracted to smartphones and computer games. He was too young to be with a woman, and that was a problem. But for money, a prostitute would do anything, even with a child like him, satisfying any fantasy. And of course, a good game and a laptop cost money. And he wanted something forbidden. Like buying alcohol secondhand. After all, his liver was eternally young and immortal, and wouldn't do any harm, even with hydrocyanic acid or some other strong poison.
  I'm tired of drinking Coca-Cola. Especially since some US stores will even give a child a free drink.
  But alcohol can't be sold to children. It can only be bought illegally, at a steep price.
  Kenny wasn't above pickpocketing, robbing, and breaking into other people's apartments. He'd been doing this even in the Middle Ages. In the East, a boy would be beaten with sticks on his bare soles for stealing. Once, a hand was even chopped off, but luckily it grew back. Although, of course, it was painful.
  But when they beat your bare soles with sticks, it's not so bad; the heels of a child who'd gone barefoot for centuries were so calloused and rough. Even that was almost pleasant. That's why Kenny loved the East. But when they whip your back-that hurt. And the boy was branded a couple of times for stealing. But the brand disappeared without a trace on the immortal.
  Kenny also managed to visit sugar cane plantations and English penal servitude.
  In the quarries outside Baghdad, it's not so scary. Especially since you're working in the fresh air, under the bright tropical sun.
  And then Kenny finally escaped and spent time as a cabin boy with pirates. An entire multi-volume series could be written about his adventures.
  The boy traveled all over the world. And even took part in Stenka Razin's uprising.
  And he, too, was captured. A child had to hang on the rack. His arms were twisted, and he was beaten with a whip on his back and butt. Then they even seared his bare heel with a red-hot iron. And everything was restored right before the executioners' eyes.
  They thought he was a sorcerer and let him go in fear.
  Kenny killed people in battles, in showdowns, in robberies, and he chopped off the heads of immortals, often on the sly. He's still a kid.
  War, especially in the Middle Ages, is a form of entertainment and great pleasure for an immortal. Unless they chop off your head, they can't kill you. And you can perform heroic deeds yourself.
  But you won't make a career out of it. An eternal boy who never grows or matures naturally arouses suspicion. And the immortal highlanders shouldn't reveal their existence to others.
  There's even a special organization of space aliens here who ensure this secret doesn't become public knowledge. They possess powerful hypnosis and special memory-erasing equipment. So this secret has been kept for millennia.
  Kenny is far from the oldest Highlander. Some lived to be no older than five thousand. But they, too, perished in Armageddon.
  There can only be one left. And Kenny's dream came true, and he stayed. But did it bring him happiness?
  Kenny has experienced a great deal over the centuries in his immortal, childish body. Nothing surprises him, and nothing fazes him. He fought in World War II, Vietnam, and, of course, World War I, and everywhere else.
  Boys are curious, aren't they? You have a memory spanning centuries, but you have the body of a child. And you're drawn to adventure and escapades.
  Kenny's last war was in Ukraine. The boy joined the Foreign Legion, siding with the Ukrainians, and served primarily as a scout.
  After all, a child with angelic features wouldn't be suspected. And he was stealthily killing Russian soldiers.
  But the war dragged on. His white, slightly yellowish head became a familiar sight. And so he had to leave the war. He had become too famous. Such is the fate of immortals: don't stay in one place for long. Always travel and move. Otherwise, your eternally childish face will arouse suspicion. The longest I've stayed in one place-a hundred years-was in the quarries. But there, naked, dirty, never-washed boys, all had the same face, or rather, body.
  And somehow Kenny didn't arouse suspicion back then. But in a more modern prison, well... There, of course, you could get caught. But a powerful organization somehow helped the boy keep his secret. For example, Kenny had already been caught as a juvenile. In the USSR, too. But photographs, fingerprints, disappeared without a trace. And the boy was either released or he escaped.
  Or they helped him escape.
  In the USSR, Kenny visited the notorious Makarenko prison colony. What he liked about it was that all the inmates, boys and girls, walked around barefoot until the snow fell.
  But in this colony, you had to study, which was boring, and work. Although there were songs and entertainment.
  And it's relatively easy to escape.
  Kenny's been in and out of prison, but usually for short periods. And what's he doing with another arrest?
  It was Christmas 2025, right in Texas. Kenny was sipping whiskey and making no attempt to hide from the police. Naturally, a child shouldn't drink alcohol. Especially in a public place.
  But Kenny felt incredibly tough. Firstly, he'd already killed so many people, and gotten away with it. Secondly, even if the police arrested him, they'd still let the kid go. Or the organization would bail him out.
  Besides, Kenny hadn't been to juvenile prison in a while. He wondered what had changed there. The food there wasn't bad. As for company, the strong, fast boy had learned to fight very well over the centuries. He was at least an adult black belt. And youngsters respect strength.
  And Kenny knew the registration very well, and was, of course, very smart, and knew all the concepts and thieves' laws.
  Prison didn't frighten him, especially among children, where he quickly became a leader. And now, he just smiled when the police asked him into the car and cuffed his wrists. Texas traditionally has a high rate of juvenile crime. Until recently, they even had the death penalty for children thirteen and older. So the police had special cuffs for children.
  They were, however, rather rude. Kenny winced. He was curious, though, about what it was like in Texas juvenile prisons these days. Both in terms of the crowd and the comfort. And was it true that they had the toughest juveniles in the US?
  Kenny wasn't afraid. In some ways, juvenile prison in the US is better than in Soviet prisons. For example, they don't shave their heads. The latter isn't exactly pleasant. Walking around with a spiky crew cut. And it's noticeable after the escape. When an immortal's hair is shaved, it grows only slightly faster than that of an ordinary person.
  Of course, if they grew back straight away, it would raise more suspicion. And you won't be able to get a fashionable hairstyle-you'll just end up looking shaggy.
  Kenny was taken to the station. His childish hand was placed on a special scanner and his fingerprints were checked.
  This didn't frighten the experienced boy. The Immortal Control Organization usually deleted all suspicious information and video recordings.
  Otherwise, based on fingerprints, video, and other evidence, people would have guessed long ago that an immortal race exists. Only thanks to a powerful race of observers was the secret preserved.
  True, Kenny thought: if there are only two immortals left alive, and Duncan is mortal, then won"t the organization cease its operations?
  On the one hand, Kenny would become completely uncontrolled and free. But on the other, he would be deprived of reliable protection.
  There were a few other boys in the police force, all slightly older than Kenny. Though taller, they were still children to the immortal.
  Kenny was checked for metal objects with a device. Then a woman in her thirties, wearing medical gloves, touched him. The boy smiled at her. It was ticklish and pleasant.
  They haven't undressed him yet, as the decision hasn't been made yet whether to send him to a federal prison or throw him out as unnecessary.
  But Kenny had been in and out of prisons and had been searched many times during his long childhood.
  Specifically, in an NKVD prison. They stripped him naked. And the guard, despite his youth, reached his large hand right into his ass. And it was quite painful and humiliating. And then they almost tore his balls off. Under Stalin, they didn't even stand on ceremony with children. They'd stick their gloved hands into their ass and mouth. In later times in the USSR, they simply forced them to squat in front of a mirror. But in the US, too, if the police deem you dangerous, they'll take you naked to a cubicle. And there they'll search you, sticking their hands up your ass, no matter how small you are.
  That's the axiom. In America, juvenile delinquents are treated poorly. They're humiliated and shackled. True, the food is quite decent, and the cells are often quite good. Sometimes there are two boys in a cell, or four. Not like in Russia, where children were crammed in like sardines in a barrel in the 1990s. But that was such a short period.
  Kenny was photographed in profile, full-face, half-sideways, and from behind. Then they were taken to a TV station with the other boys. There, they were to wait for the judge on duty. He would then decide whether to send them to jail, post bail, or release them altogether. With no one to vouch for Kenny, they would either simply throw him out and have a police officer smack him on the butt with a club as a parting shot. Or they would send him to a juvenile detention center.
  And that means a thorough search, a shower, and an orange uniform. And then to a cell with juvenile delinquents.
  Kenny isn't bothered by any of this. Although it's unpleasant to be groped by male police officers. Sometimes, it's women in uniform or white coats who search the boys.
  Kenny had seen a lot, and nothing surprised him. Even the guards were perverts, trying to seduce him. It's strange, in America, where women get outrageous sentences for having sex with boys. But it happens. Some of the teachers were clinging to him. Kenny wasn't embarrassed - he was old enough and experienced enough, any adult would envy him. But the device was a bit small. He was an eternal child, after all, and his perfection wasn't massive. Although he could already get hard.
  Kenny could do something after all. And he enjoyed being with women. Even if his opportunities weren't the same.
  And of course, other boys and grown men had tried it on him, too. Especially in the last century, when it became fashionable. Kenny, a man of the old school, fought it off as best he could. It's still possible to please a woman, even with your tongue; in the East, that's normal. Kenny, however, had spent a lot of time in Asia. But he wasn't mature enough for men yet.
  Although maybe in a couple of centuries, everything will change.
  Kenny sat with a dozen boys, ages ten to fifteen, of varying skin tones. They were chatting among themselves. One teenager said with a chuckle,
  - And I'm already hard!
  Another snorted:
  - Don't jerk off! There are security cameras here and the police are watching.
  A sly laugh followed. One of the teenagers reached into his jeans and tugged.
  Kenny chuckled indulgently: hormones were playing up. He'd tried it himself many times before. And he'd managed to get hard. But physically, he was still too young to want it every day. But the sensations were truly pleasant, and his heart beat like a drum when he came. And that made him shudder.
  And a prostitute with a handsome boy, especially in Europe, where the laws are more lenient, will gladly sleep with him and even give him a discount.
  In the US, adult women are, on the one hand, very afraid of punishment, but on the other hand, they may even be drawn to boys out of a desire to tickle their nerves.
  One of the teenagers noticed Kenny's bare feet. It was December, and even in Texas, the temperature outside was around freezing. And of course, boys don't go barefoot.
  He whistled and muttered:
  - Look at him, crazy, barefoot in winter!
  The two biggest boys stood up and approached Kenny. They were grinning slyly. The one on the right remarked:
  - He's very handsome! Maybe we can use him as a girlfriend!
  Another noted:
  - There are video cameras here!
  One of the boys nodded:
  - The police are full of perverts! Let them see!
  Kenny stood up and squeaked:
  - You'll get it now!
  The boy swung to strike, but lost his balance and fell. Kenny kicked him in the back of the head with his bare heel. The second depraved teenager flew over his head and landed so hard he passed out. The highland boy made barely perceptible movements. He'd learned to fight very well over the centuries, including having teachers in the East. So he didn't care about these boys!
  The rest of the guys retreated, yelling that they were asking the police for help.
  Several police officers ran into the cell. Kenny was calm and smiling. They picked up the two unconscious teenagers and placed them on stretchers. They carried them to the medical center.
  The senior police officer threatened:
  - There will be more fights, everyone will get a beating!
  After that, the police left the cell. The teenagers surrounded Kenny. They started asking where he learned to fight like that.
  Kenny couldn't tell the truth, so he replied:
  - My uncle was a Green Beret, and he taught me the tricks!
  The boys started asking to show it.
  The highlander boy answered with a smile:
  - You have to pay for lessons! Give me dollars!
  One of the boys pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and hid it in his underwear. The search was superficial, so it was possible to smuggle something in.
  Kenny started showing him the technique. It was like Aikido mixed with judo and Chinese wrestling.
  Obviously, you can't teach something like that in half an hour. And Kenny easily dropped the teenager, even though he looked older and taller.
  Despite living for eight and a half centuries, Kenny was a natural with the boys. They quickly respected him, and he was becoming a force to be reckoned with.
  That's why Kenny wasn't afraid of prison. Life is possible there, especially for young guys who are so easy to subjugate.
  One of them took out a smartphone, which he also hid in the pocket between his legs, and the guys started watching... Something about sex, of course.
  Some even started jerking off right in the cell.
  Kenny smiled. He'd done it himself. Even if he hadn't really wanted to. But his body was young, and his mind...
  And the mind depends on the body. Although it's tempting to be an adult, there are some advantages to being an eternal child.
  Especially in the United States, where teenagers are precocious and imaginative.
  CHAPTER No 2.
  Kenny watched erotica on his smartphone, feeling a thrill and arousal. He might be a bit small, but he knows a lot and can teach others. Some teenagers have started playing with their pants. And it's natural for them, of course.
  The warden appeared. A rather plump, black woman. She looked at the boys greedily. Apparently, she was quite turned on by this, too.
  She licked her lips and beckoned to one of the larger, more handsome teenagers. He followed her. She led the boy into the next cell, and from there, lustful sighs and moans could be heard. The teenage boy had a good view, too.
  Kenny sighed heavily. He was that age when you're still completely immature. You're so ready in your mind and want it, but your body's letting you down. If only he'd been at least fourteen when he died.
  The highlander boy felt bored in the company of teenagers. After all, he had eight and a half centuries behind him. And that was a very long time. The immortals alone had lived that long, and even more. But they had killed each other off. And their era was over.
  But Kenny's young body survived. And he remained in this world to enjoy eternity.
  And he suddenly felt disgusted in the company of underdeveloped, sexually preoccupied teenagers. He, who had also known Count Calliostro, a man more suited to a fantasy novel than real life.
  I remember they had a conversation. Calliostro was a mountaineer. And he was indeed born at a time when modern European culture was just emerging in Greece. And he was already just over four thousand years old. And that's not exactly a record for a mountaineer.
  Calliostro had told him a lot. Kenny had interacted with adult mountaineers, and his cultural level was high. And here were some young bastards.
  The mountain boy wanted to cry, but he held back his tears. But he also felt the urge to run away, or at least change company.
  Kenny peered at the door. The thought occurred to him: maybe he should fake a heart attack. He could do what the highland magicians had taught him to do, making the heart stop beating. He could even stiffen the body so it could be carried to the morgue. And then escape from there, scaring the orderlies.
  The boy was about to collapse on the floor with a blue face when several police officers entered the cell.
  They immediately put shackles on Kenny and dragged the boy along with them.
  The young highlander didn't resist. He was even curious. He had committed countless crimes of all kinds during his long life. But a powerful organization covered for him. One that ensured that the existence of this race of immortals remained unknown to that portion of humanity deprived of such a gift.
  Everyone fears death... Especially since immortals supposedly have souls, but heaven is never in sight. When a head is cut off, it falls into a kind of captivity where the spirit finds little joy. So becoming immortal may not be a reward. However, even mere mortals find it difficult to gain anything good after death.
  Kenny had been in and out of prison so many times, anyway, that imprisonment didn't faze him. Well, he'd have a break. I don't think they shave juveniles' heads in America, do they? It depends on the state, though. In some, they might cut off a man's gorgeous blond locks with a buzz cut.
  The boy was first taken to a special search room. Mirrors were all around, and spotlights were shining. Four women in white coats were there. Women are often assigned to search minors, perhaps because they do it less harshly and painfully.
  The boy undressed, it's usual. You're standing there completely naked. And now they're going to grope you.
  Kenny felt a slight sense of shame, though. His young body was beautiful, and there was nothing to be ashamed of.
  Two women began to finger the blond boy's hair. Their hands were nimble and experienced, combing every strand. Another, older woman, looked at the boy hungrily. He had a very handsome and muscular body, even if he was a bit small.
  Kenny had encountered women like that before. They loved to grope and feel up boys. Lustful creatures. But they could also feed them.
  The guards checked every strand of the boy's hair, combing it with all their might. Then they took out tweezers and began looking into his ears. They shone a light into them and poked around, which was quite painful and unpleasant.
  The guards also looked into my nose. First, they took my nostrils and shone a light on them. But apparently, that didn't satisfy them.
  One of the guards took out a small, thin probe on the computer and connected it to the network.
  This was something new, something Kenny hadn't seen before. Like the tube they use to check your stomach, this time they were scanning your nasopharynx and all the way to your lungs.
  It was strange that a boy of eleven, who looked no older than ten, was being so thoroughly checked. As if he were some kind of spy. Kenny had a bad feeling about this.
  A small probe entered the eternal child's right nostril. Two guards held him firmly by the shoulders. The other adjusted the probe. The image was displayed on a monitor screen. It actually penetrated all the way to the boy's lungs.
  They're in perfect condition. Kenny, of course, tried smoking many times over the course of eight and a half centuries, but he didn't like it. In the modern world, in most countries, tobacco isn't sold to children. Although, back then, no distinction was made. But it's a bad habit, and it costs a lot of money. It's better to have fun on a game console. Drive all sorts of cars or motorcycles, or go shooting.
  What's even more interesting-and here Kenny paid tribute to progress-is military-economic strategies. When you're not just a warrior, but a renowned commander. You build and command troops.
  So they inserted a thin tube with a light bulb into the boy's right nostril and started to shine a light through it into his left nostril.
  Kenny, in order to distract himself from this unpleasant procedure, and especially from the female guards looking at his young body, tried to remember something pleasant.
  Take, for example, the classic computer game "Cossacks." It's really great.
  You build a whole city there, and troops and barracks, and fight. And it's really entertaining.
  Kenny, initially inexperienced with Cossacks, got too caught up in the economics, and was attacked by the computer's forces. Defense is key here. It's easier to play using the cheater's code. But winning with it is too easy. And it's much more interesting when your brain works too. Indeed, you need both understanding and talent to do everything intelligently, beautifully, and perfectly. Kenny loved Cossacks, as one of his first games.
  But there were so many others. For example, "The General," "Entente," "History of the Earth," "Cleopatra," "World War II," "Ancient Rome," "Napoleon," and others. Plus, there's such a cool strategy game as "Civilization"-it's just a delight. There were so many.
  Kenny in "Cleopatra" completed all the missions from the family history. And it was really cool.
  And what hasn't he tried yet? Computer games are so addictive. It's really hard to tear yourself away from them.
  The eight-and-a-half-century-old boy adored such strategy games. Over the years, they became increasingly complex. The number of units grew, and the graphics improved.
  Kenny was even glad now that he was a boy. After all, for a child, sitting for hours at a gaming table was natural.
  In the 1990s, when he met his adoptive mother, a member of the immortal race, and Duncan MacLeod, one of the most powerful fighters among the Highlanders, perhaps even the strongest, he briefly considered the possibility of living under their protection as a family, enjoying stability.
  But highlanders can't live peacefully for long. There were constant squabbles. And in 2017, the last Armageddon of the immortals. The boy survived and even retained his eternal youth. Now no one is hunting his head. And there are no more highlanders left on planet Earth. And MacLeod himself is already in his forties. And sooner or later he will grow old and die.
  And then Kenny, the immortal boy, will be completely alone. All other people will become strangers to him.
  This, of course, is good on the one hand-no threat that some adult, tempted by what they consider easy prey, will cut off your head. But on the other, you're so alone when there are no other immortals.
  And it's incredibly boring that there are no permanent friends left. And his adoptive mother also died in the showdown. Yes, everyone is gone. Even those who are five thousand years old...
  Kenny felt the probe penetrate all the way to his other lung. It scanned it and then returned.
  He'd never been so thoroughly searched before. Of course, scientific progress had advanced, and electronics like these were available, and they weren't too expensive.
  But are they suspecting Kenny of being a spy? What if his secret-his immortality-has finally surfaced?
  Perhaps the Highlanders' organization had stopped supporting him, deciding that since the era was over, everything else was irrelevant?
  What is there, some kind of eternal child?
  Kenny sighed. He was led to the counter, and the guard grabbed his chin with her hands. Before doing so, she rinsed her fingers, clad in thin, medical-grade rubber gloves, in alcohol. To keep everything sterile, and to prevent the boy from becoming infected, God forbid.
  Then she reached into my mouth. She started feeling behind my cheeks, on the roof of my mouth, under my tongue, and all the way down to my tonsils.
  Well, this is nothing new. Kenny remembered how a guard at another prison had stuck her bare, unwashed fingers in his mouth. Then the boy had broken free and protested. That woman should wash her hands and put on gloves first, and not stick her fingers in a minor's mouth, which she had done God knows what with before.
  Then the guards became embarrassed and said they were having problems with gloves.
  Then they made him squat about ten times and took him to his cell. It was a municipal prison. And not very well-appointed. No TV, no refrigerator, not even a flush toilet. But the cell was full of children, many even younger than Kenny, looking like they were. There were bare boards on three rows of bunks, and a stinking toilet in the corner.
  And this is in America! True, such a prison is an exception; they are usually cleaner and more well-maintained.
  My mouth smells of rubber and rubbing alcohol. It's unpleasant, and even nauseating. Although boys have always been checked to see if they're hiding anything in their mouths, and they've been since the Middle Ages. You can carry a lot of stuff in your mouth.
  Kenny somehow managed to smuggle the diamond in and then swallow it. And he managed to keep it.
  But here swallowing won't do.
  The guard in the white coat pulled up the probe. Now they'll examine the intestines.
  What a frisk! In Russia, only under Stalin were guys frisked properly. And then, it became somewhat sloppy.
  And then they forced me to open my mouth and stuck a probe in. It's a very unpleasant procedure without freezing. True, there's a special mouth guard in my teeth to keep him from biting it.
  Kenny felt the hose enter his esophagus and then his stomach. Everything there lights up.
  They once x-rayed him at the airport when they suspected him of drugs, but never a probe.
  Kenny, like any other immortal, was practically never sick, and that's a huge advantage of eternal life and the Highlander lineage. This means he doesn't need a medical examination. After all, he's immortal. And why would he need it? Everything in his body will heal on its own.
  The boy was swallowing a tube for the first time, even though he had lived for eight and a half centuries. Even if he had drunk hydrocyanic acid and aqua regia every day, he wouldn't have developed a stomach ulcer.
  So what's this all about?
  And the procedure is quite unpleasant.
  Kenny wondered why they were checking the child so thoroughly. Maybe they suspected something?
  And then another disturbing thought flashed through his mind. What if they stripped him of his immortality?
  Yes, he's very young and will be able to grow into an adult. And he won't have a childish appendage, but true masculine perfection. And he might even be able to have children of his own.
  Immortals are sterile. And this is a significant drawback, despite all their other advantages.
  But your life will end sooner or later. And Kenny didn't want to die. He was used to living, and he wasn't tired at all.
  On the contrary, there are a lot of computer games, and their number keeps growing every year. And their graphics are becoming more and more beautiful. And soon, they'll probably create a true virtual reality matrix, offering simply stunning and unique adventures.
  All this makes life worth living.
  Kenny sang in his mind, his mouth busy with his umbrella:
  How far has progress come?
  To unprecedented miracles...
  The depths of the sea sank,
  And he flew off to the skies!
  The worries are forgotten,
  The run has been stopped!
  Robots are working hard,
  Happy is the man!
  Kenny, remembering a century in the quarries, really disliked working there. And the worst thing about the quarries isn't the overseer's whip or the heavy lifting.
  The immortal's body quickly got used to the stress and adapted.
  The worst thing is routine and moral boredom. When all you see are naked, dirty, sweaty, often sore and wounded boys groaning in pain, and stern, stinking overseers.
  And even you don't see the sun for years. Only dim, smoky torches. And a terrible stench, to which you, however, get used.
  The only plus was that Kenny had learned to see in the dark better than any cat. And he could fight in the complete absence of light.
  Moreover, the boy acquired phenomenal endurance, even for a highlander.
  But he suffered emotional trauma. And sometimes he dreamed of those quarries.
  Highlanders have excellent memories, and they forget practically nothing, even if they want to forget.
  Maybe that's why Kenny became so evil. He killed immortals, gaining their trust, and mortals too. And he loved to fight.
  He fought in Ukraine, in particular. He killed many Russian soldiers, but became too famous and was asked to leave to avoid exposure.
  You really won't make a career.
  And there are no prospects. A child cannot be king, at least not for long.
  Incidentally, Alexander the Great was immortal, which is why he charged into battle so fiercely and fearlessly. But he was asked to disappear so that his eternal youth would not arouse suspicion. And so he left behind a similar double who died of poison.
  And he himself set out on a journey. Until, eventually, his head was cut off.
  This is the story of the legendary ruler and king of Macedonia.
  Kenny sighed when they finally checked his stomach. Well, the tube went back and it tickled.
  The boy thought that if his secret was revealed, he wouldn't be given freedom. They'd examine him like a rat and take him apart for parts. They'd try, for example, to chop off a limb.
  What will happen in this case?
  She will grow again.
  Kenny sighed... The probe was removed and the search continued. Someone ran a hand between his fingers. Then they started pressing on his belly button. Apparently they were looking for something there too.
  The worst part was at the end. But even though Kenny had experience with anal searches, he didn't expect this. A guard in a white coat brought in a large, automatic enema. And another guard, also in a white coat, brought in a huge basin.
  And they shoved her enema into his anus. Then they turned on the warm water and started rinsing him with high pressure. It was painful, disgusting, and humiliating.
  The colonic lavage was very thorough. Kenny looked sad. While it was humiliating to have a gloved finger stuck in your butt, it wasn't that painful. But this was his first enema. Why would an immortal boy need a hospital? Everything would heal and get better on its own.
  And here's something special and incredible. He's being cleansed of all impurity...
  Kenny, fortunately, his mouth was now free and he began to sing;
  From somewhere far away, like a warm wind -
  The echo of the telephone ringing will wake me up.
  You will hear a familiar voice, like the bright sun.
  I know that no one remembers me like this, no one loves me like this.
  
  Hello mom, mom.
  Tell me it's cold. Tell me you missed me.
  I missed this so much, mom, mom.
  I know you're alone there, but even though I'm not allowed to be there -
  This world is at your feet.
  
  Chorus:
  Our souls sing in unison songs about the most important things.
  Without you, this world is doomed, mom, mom, mom, mom.
  Our souls sing in unison songs about the most important things.
  Without you, this world is doomed, mom, mom, mom, mom.
  
  Our life is very confusing and unclear.
  People don't fight for love - they're stupid, Mom.
  So few paths, and so many crooked roads.
  But this is not for you. All this is just dust.
  
  Tell me, how are you, mom, mom?
  The birds sing with your voice, your name flies over the capital,
  And he can't stop now, mom, mom.
  I know you're alone there, but even though I'm not allowed to be there,
  The whole world is at your feet.
  
  Chorus:
  Our souls sing in unison songs about the most important things.
  Without you, this world is doomed, mom, mom, mom, mom.
  Our souls sing in unison songs about the most important things.
  Without you, this world is doomed, mom, mom, mom, mom.
  
  Soon I'll be the best of the best. Just like you dreamed, Mom.
  Soon I will become the very best. Just like you dreamed, Mom.
  Very soon I will become the best. Just like you dreamed, Mom.
  Remember how you dreamed, mom.
  The senior warden growled angrily:
  - What did you think of your mother, you little bastard! And how you killed people, what were the thoughts in your head doing!
  Kenny gurgled:
  - I didn't kill anyone!
  The senior warden muttered:
  - Oh yeah! And that colored one who smashed his skull with a crowbar, leaving fingerprints.
  Kenny nodded. Yeah, he really did hit a black guy over the head with a crowbar yesterday. And he even started hiding the murder weapon or erasing his fingerprints.
  Somehow, Kenny got used to a powerful organization deleting all his data from its files, and he was careless. Apparently, they checked him, and right now the computer found a match.
  The senior warden muttered:
  - You're a juvenile killer!
  Kenny logically noted:
  - Even if I was holding a crowbar in my hands, that doesn"t mean that I was the one who killed!
  The senior warden growled:
  - You're going to say that in court! And they'll give you life in prison!
  Kenny noted with a smile:
  - I'm just a kid! A few years of infancy at most.
  In response, the woman noted:
  "This guy is our prosecutor's son-in-law. So you're out of luck. You robbed and killed the wrong guy. That's why the prosecutor ordered a thorough and detailed search. Now you can't get away with it!"
  Kenny grunted:
  -Let's see!
  And he truly was confident that the powerful organization would somehow bail him out. Especially since it would be a life sentence? A child forever in federal prison would be too suspicious.
  I wonder if he'll be allowed to play on the computer? It seems like minors are allowed to do so.
  Meanwhile, the white-coated matron inserted a probe. Now Kenny must undergo an endoscopy, a scan of his entire intestines. It's an unpleasant and humiliating procedure. But it's done in regular clinics.
  The woman in the back robe stuck it in the butt, the boys began to push the hose in, which is quite.
  And his intestines began to show through on the screen.
  Kenny winced. And to make it less painful, disgusting, and ticklish, he began to sing again;
  Far, far away in a quiet town
  In the middle of the earth, alone in a dark room
  I pray to God for my salvation
  My midnight pilgrim.
  
  She prays for one thing: God bless!
  And all night long wax candles burn in the window,
  So that she who has lost faith and love,
  My lost soul has found the light.
  
  Mom, mom, you alone will never betray me and will never stop loving me.
  In this world and the next, you will always be with me.
  I go to you alone, my heart wounded.
  Mom, mom, you are my stone wall.
  Mom, mom, you are my stone wall.
  
  The night is black, the path is unknown, the darkness is bottomless
  And the dark forces prophesy troubles to me,
  But in the darkness two insomnias keep me:
  The eyes of a mother, and even the Mother of God.
  
  They say that I was never sad.
  You know, you are the only one - my darling.
  How many times have I been mercilessly beaten by fate?
  I survived thanks to your prayers.
  
  Mom, mom, you alone will never betray me and will never stop loving me.
  In this world and the next, you will always be with me.
  I go to you alone, my heart wounded.
  Mom, mom, you are my stone wall.
  Mom, mom, you are my stone wall.
  
  That's why troubles couldn't break me,
  What is far, far away in the middle of the earth
  I pray to God for my salvation
  My midnight pilgrim.
  The senior matron noted:
  "You sing well! But you'll be tried as an adult. And you won't get a juvenile detention center. You'll be surrounded by grown-ups, brutal, stinking criminals who love to rape pretty, fair-haired boys like you."
  Kenny answered confidently:
  - I can fight back!
  The warden laughed and remarked:
  - You're just a child! How old are you?
  Kenny asked with a smile:
  - Don't you know yourself?
  The senior warden nodded:
  "You're a strange individual. No clan, no tribe, and you're not even on file. We need to find out where you're from first, and how you ended up here. Then we'll decide what to do with you!"
  The boy noticed:
  - Better to let him go! It will be cheaper!
  Meanwhile, the nurses finished examining the boy's intestines and removed the tube from his butt.
  Immortal Kenny thought the hardest part was over, but the Senior Warden noted:
  "Your bladder needs to be checked too! This search needs to be as thorough as possible!"
  The warden motioned for Kenny to lie on his stomach. Her gloved hand carefully exposed the head of his perfection. The other hand held out a thin probe suitable for insertion into the urethra.
  Kenny felt the thrill of a woman's hands, even though they were wearing thin rubber gloves. His cock swelled with blood and arousal.
  The senior matron asked:
  - Have you ever had a woman?
  Kenny, blushing with embarrassment, replied:
  - Yes! And more than once!
  The senior matron noted:
  - And you'll have them in prison too! You're a very handsome boy!
  Meanwhile, a woman in a white coat inserted a thin cord into the urethra and began pushing it in. It was a little painful and ticklish.
  Kenny thought that they probably did this in hospitals when they needed a more thorough check. And they probably charge a lot of money for such a procedure in the US, but they were doing it for him completely free. And there was no need to blush and feel humiliated and burn with shame.
  Women in white coats, resembling nurses, are simply doing their job. And there's nothing to be ashamed of.
  Kenny smiled and thought that he must be a very noble person, since they were searching him like that, and again the immortal boy of eight and a half centuries began to sing;
  Go around the whole world -
  Just know this in advance:
  You won't find warmer hands
  And more tender than my mother's.
  You won't find eyes in the world
  More affectionate and stricter.
  Mom to each of us
  More precious than all people.
  
  Mom, mom - the most beautiful word in the world.
  Mom, mom gives warmth and a smile to children.
  Mom, mom, I share joy and sadness with you,
  Mom, I love you!
  
  No matter how much you look around,
  But in winter and summer
  Mom is the best friend,
  There is no better mother.
  I want to wish you
  And goodness and light.
  Let it be about my mother
  The whole planet knows!
  
  Mom, mom - the most beautiful word in the world.
  Mom, mom gives warmth and a smile to children.
  Mom, mom, I share joy and sadness with you,
  Mom, I love you!
  And the boy Kenny even shed a tear. After all, he had a mother, but so long ago, back in the days before Genghis Khan's empire had even begun, before gunpowder was even known in Europe, she had been killed.
  Finally, the probe was removed. Afterward, the guards in white coats checked my bare toes and probed my bare, calloused soles.
  The warden noted:
  - It's so hard, like a rhinoceros horn. It's as if this boy has run around barefoot his whole life!
  Kenny nodded:
  - Yes, that's exactly it! I don't like shoes!
  The senior female warden ordered:
  - Take him to the shower and wash him thoroughly. Then they'll shave his head and take pictures of him naked from all sides!
  The boy groaned:
  - Why shave my head!
  The senior matron replied:
  "Because you've irritated our prosecutor too much. And you boys don't like to part with your hair. And they'll assign you a solitary, cold cell. The other kids respect you too much."
  Put your hands behind your back and go to the shower.
  Kenny was led out, and the young prisoner and immortal highlander, head down, trudged off to wash. His mood plummeted. Without a computer or TV, sitting in a cold solitary cell would be boring. Better to be in the company of stupid teenagers than alone.
  Well, okay, anyway, the secret organization won"t allow him to reveal himself and sit there for too long.
  
  ONE USSR AMONG WOLVES
  The blackout occurred due to a solar flare, cutting off the United States, Britain, and its colonies on June 22, 1941. Initially, this had little impact on the course of the war. The Germans advanced much as in real history. The Führer also turned south, and Japan adopted a wait-and-see approach. Once again, a freezing winter saved the Red Army from complete defeat and allowed it to launch a counteroffensive near Moscow. Meanwhile, Japan seized those territories in the Pacific Ocean that had previously belonged to Britain and the United States, which additional forces were now unable to reach.
  On the Eastern Front, the Germans won a series of victories in the spring and early summer and began a renewed offensive on Stalingrad. However, this is where the divergence from reality began. The absence of a second front allowed the Germans to transfer more troops from Europe and Libya, leaving only the Italian garrisons there.
  And the offensive began not only on Stalingrad, but also on Tikhvin. And it was now commanded by Rommel, whom the Führer highly valued for the defeat of the British in Libya and the capture of Tolbuk.
  The first Tiger tanks also took part in the fighting. Rommel launched his offensive at night and managed to catch the Soviet forces by surprise. The situation was further exacerbated by the fact that the Germans had an advantage in air power, so they didn't waste their resources fighting the Allies.
  Pilot Marcel quickly racked up scores on the Eastern Front. By June 1942, he had shot down more than 150 aircraft and received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  But this was only the beginning of his career.
  Things were indeed more difficult for the Red Army in the air. The Germans managed to take Tikhvin, then several other towns, and cut off Leningrad with a double encirclement, blockading the city once again.
  The Soviet command attempted to break through to Leningrad and attack in the center. But they lacked the strength to achieve success in these areas.
  The only consolation was that the Nazis were bogged down in Stalingrad, which gave them a chance to gather new reserves.
  Leningrad, however, remained blockaded. Until Turkey and Japan entered the war, the USSR had a chance to turn the tide of battle. In November 1942, Soviet troops launched offensives near both Rzhev and Stalingrad.
  Success was not achieved at Rzhev. But at Stalingrad, the encirclement was closed. But as it turned out, it was only temporary. The Third Reich had far more reserves, and Rommel launched an offensive on Stalingrad from the north, while Mainstein launched one from the south.
  The situation was further exacerbated by Japan's unexpected entry into the war. Despite being hampered by the battle in China, the samurai attacked Vladivostok.
  Probably Hirohito was afraid that the Third Reich would lose and entered the war.
  Moreover, Japan had enough resources and infantry for full-scale offensives.
  The Red Army found itself pinned down, and Rommel managed to break through from the north to Stalingrad. Mainstein was temporarily halted, but having received additional reinforcements and support from Paulus, he joined forces that had already been unblocked.
  Thus, another ring was created in which the Soviet troops found themselves.
  After fierce fighting, most of them were destroyed and captured. The Germans then completed the capture of Stalingrad. In March 1943, Turkey entered the war. The situation became even more complicated. The Germans maintained air superiority. Marseille shot down over 300 aircraft and became the first German to receive a second Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  In May, the Germans launched a new offensive, making extensive use of new tanks-the Tiger, Panther, and Lion. They advanced successfully, despite the Red Army's strong defense. But the odds were already stacked against them, as Soviet troops were fighting on three fronts at once: the Third Reich, its satellites, Japan and its colonies, and Turkey. The situation was exacerbated by the Nazis' declaration of total war, which led to a several-fold increase in arms production in the absence of Allied bombing. So the USSR's chances were rapidly diminishing!
  True, the Fritzes advanced slowly, as they faced a deeply echeloned defense. And the Soviet troops, with their experience, fought very bravely. But they still lost.
  However, they fought with great courage, and some soldiers demonstrated exceptional skill. Here, for example, is Elizaveta's tank crew, in a very ordinary T-34-76, fighting the Nazis.
  The Germans are advancing leisurely toward the Soviet troops, formed into a wedge or a pig. In front is the heaviest and best-protected tank, the "Lion." It resembles a "Panther," only much larger, weighing ninety tons. The frontal hull armor is 150 mm thick and sloped like the T-34, while the sides are 82 mm, also sloped. The turret front is very well protected: 240 mm, sloped, while the sides are weaker, also 82 mm, like the hull. And the gun is a powerful 105 mm with a long barrel length of 70 EL. Now that's a tank capable of hitting from a distance.
  Elizabeth shifts the gearbox into the highest gear with her bare foot.
  And the T-34 picks up speed. Firing at the "Lion" from a distance is useless, and they need to get closer. The powerful German machine fires a shell of deadly force. It flashes past. The girls in the tank laugh joyfully and shuffle their bare feet.
  It's hot in the North Caucasus at the end of May, and the beauties have a lot of fun in bikinis.
  Elena notes with a whistle:
  - Now the fascist will get a good punch in the horns!
  Ekaterina, shaking her bare, tanned foot, agrees:
  - We'll definitely hit him!
  The T-34-76 continues to accelerate, but its off-road speed is limited. The Lev barely crawls, and the more agile Panthers and Tigers slow down to avoid getting ahead.
  But these machines are also dangerous, especially the Panther, which can fire fifteen shots per minute. You can expect a surprise from one of these.
  Euphrasiya, pressing her bare heel on the gas, squeals:
  - We will fight with virtuoso methods!
  The Lev tank's gun has a significant drawback: it fires only five rounds per minute. Overall, it's not the best design. Its armor-piercing capabilities are excessive, and it's not really intended to be effective at long range. Tigers and Panthers can penetrate from two kilometers away, but hitting the small and mobile T-34 from a greater distance is practically impossible. So was it really worth equipping the Lev with such a powerful gun? Other Soviet tanks are even lighter, with the exception of the KV-1S, but even that tank offers no advantages in protection, and its performance is even worse.
  Elizabeth spins her body and squeals:
  - I inhale with my chest, the air in a wide wave,
  It sparkles brightly, the endless carpet of stars...
  Feelings are playing, barefoot girls are alive,
  I want to play in the sky and fly towards the sun forever!
  Penetrating a Lev tank, even in the side, is difficult. The turret sides, like those of the Panther, are sloped, as are the upper hull sides. These tanks have a typical "cat-like" shape, which provides better protection due to the slopes. Unlike the Tiger, which is almost square. But the Tiger was developed before the war and was similar in shape to the KV. The Tiger-2, however, a later development, also has a "cat-like" shape, and this tank will soon enter production. Penetrating a Lev tank in the side is also nearly impossible. Only the lower hull has unsloped armor, but it is protected by rollers. This means you need to break through close and hit it precisely between the rollers.
  So the girls have a difficult task. Especially since the T-34 shakes so much when moving that it's almost impossible to shoot accurately.
  Elizabeth asked her friends:
  - Will we be able to hit the enemy?
  Elena answered confidently:
  - When girls don't have shoes, their bare feet become so sensitive that they are sure to surprise the enemy.
  Elizabeth agreed with this:
  - Yes, the girls' bare heels are the key to victory!
  And so, avoiding damage, the T-34 slips toward the side. The main thing here is to avoid the guns of the Panthers and Tigers. They are rapid-fire and accurate. And you can't penetrate these tanks head-on either.
  Elena shoots at the German using her bare toes. But it's nearly impossible to miss the roller while moving. However, the enemy's roller is destroyed, and the "Lion" stops.
  The T-34 passes him again and sends a lethal shell into the lower part of the side.
  Ekaterina notes:
  - Our cannon is outdated - there"s really no way to take the "Lion"!
  But in her frustration, Elena struck the enemy's side part, and the "Lion" caught fire.
  The girls, without slowing down, press forward again. This time they have a weaker target: the Panther. A direct hit on its side is enough.
  Elizabeth notes:
  - Practical cat!
  Catherine noted with a laugh:
  - But he barely crawls so as not to leave the cover of the "Lion".
  And Elena fired from a distance at the Panther, which was far off to the side, its side exposed. Its side is rather thin-about 40 millimeters-and it didn't matter that it was at an angle.
  The German tank explodes with a crash. Yes, the beauties hit hard.
  They, with their captivating grace of fighting beauties.
  But the shells whistled as they flew past, almost touching the armor.
  This is very dangerous for the T-34, and it resembles a man jumping between streams.
  Elizabeth shot again with her bare foot and sang:
  - I can do everything, I can do everything, we"ll give the Wehrmacht a run for its money!
  Of course, with girls like these, even the devil himself is not a threat. Although the Nazis are waging an aggressive offensive, and they have a lot of tanks...
  The forces are unequal. Although the numbers of vehicles are roughly equal, the Germans are heavier. Many Soviet tanks are light and not entirely combat-ready against Hitler's monsters.
  But Elizabeth's crew works miracles and shoots through another Panther on the move.
  Komsomol girls fight with guns. They shoot accurately. They run, flashing their bare, round heels. And they hit the enemy right on target.
  Alenka commands with passion:
  - Girls, don't give in!
  And then the gun spits out a shell, right at the T-4, penetrating that tank. But, of course, the "Lion" isn't so easy to take. And that requires some effort.
  Anyuta points at the car with her bare toes and fires precisely, saying:
  - Glory to communism!
  Alla also shoots very accurately and adds:
  - Glory to heroism!
  There's nothing to say about the fighting girls here - top class and aerobatics!
  Maria, feeding the shell into the gun, sang:
  - Higher and higher and higher,
  Strive for the flight of our birds...
  And in every propeller breathes,
  Peace of our borders!
  Marusya added, shooting at the Fritzes:
  - That is definitely true....
  The mass heroism of Russians and not only Russian people was demonstrated in everything...
  The measured, muffled notes of a cuckoo, like the chimes of a clock, drifted over the trenches. The sparse trees, their dense green crowns swept by the gusts of wind, like pioneers saluting the weary soldiers. Some might even have considered it a warning-as if to say, you'll go to the next world!
  The battalion under Vladimir Mikhailovsky, severely battered in previous battles, particularly the May debacle, is now hastily reinforced with new recruits and preparing to cover one of the most dangerous fronts. Three kilometers to the east, the Don River laps, rushing past the flames of war.
  Most of the reeds were charred by incendiary bombs, the water blackened with soot. Like enormous matches in mournful discoloration, the pilings of the bridge, destroyed by the blast, stand alone, serving as supports.
  Local pioneers use boats to transport the bounty of the fields, as well as boxes of ammunition for heroic Soviet soldiers ready to engage in mortal battle with the enraged Hitlerite hordes.
  The four of them dragged a long box to a bush covered in wolfberries. A carefully camouflaged anti-tank gun lay in wait there, like a mohawk. Three soldiers and the sharp-eyed gunner, Alesya, manned the gun. The girl, very slender, but her arms were sinewy from exhausting work, was also working hard with the boys, preparing a trap in case a tank or armored vehicle from the Nazi pack tried to circle the natural hump.
  The soldiers are, for the most part, still completely beardless and inexperienced young men who have completed a shortened recruiting course of one and a half months, plus, of course, the well-established pre-conscription training in the USSR.
  Some of the warriors already have experience. They stand out from the younger generation with their stubble and the sharpness of their movements; some are battered. Take, for example, one-eyed Ivan, who looked like a true pirate-he'd grown a beard. He holds the rank of ensign and has already earned a couple of medals in various battles, most notably his first one near Moscow. When they seemingly accomplished the impossible: they stopped the Fritzes, and even chased the enemy a couple of hundred kilometers, like beaters of dogs.
  The Fritzes had so much abandoned equipment. Maybe not all that many tanks, but armored personnel carriers with cannons and machine guns, the kind that so painfully tormented the Soviet infantry in the summer and fall of '41, were a dime a dozen!
  But when the frost exceeded thirty degrees, all these Teutonic monsters simply lost the ability to move... The gasoline froze and the lubricant solidified.
  Unfortunately, they weren't able to finish off the Nazis completely. This was partly due to the command, which requested large forces to storm the cities where German units were huddled. And then the Thaw arrived-damn it all...
  In the spring, Ivan earned a second medal for his lucky defeat of a general and several officers in an ambush. However, the battle was only partially successful. During the pursuit, a stray piece of shrapnel struck Ivan Krasnov in the face, blinding him. Alas, this is war, not a children's movie where the main character is beating everyone up, but not even a hundred machine guns can hit him.
  And now they have to do physically hard work: digging trenches, cells and trap pits.
  The Young Pioneers help them while the fields are quiet and the boys and girls have begged to help their older brothers. They work too hard, trying to do more than they can handle. That's how the veins bulge and stand out on the children's tanned, calloused hands and bare, bruised feet. And yet they still manage to sing;
  We are the pioneers, the children of communism -
  Fire, tent and ringing horn!
  The invasion of the damned fascism -
  Which awaits a furious defeat!
  
  What did we lose in these battles?
  Or did you acquire it in battles with the enemy?
  We used to be just children of the world -
  And now warriors of the Native Land!
  
  But Hitler took a step towards our capital,
  A waterfall of countless bombs fell down!
  For me, the Fatherland is even more beautiful than the sky -
  Now the bloody sunset has arrived!
  
  We will respond to aggression harshly -
  Although, alas, we ourselves are small in stature!
  But the sword is in the hands of a fragile teenager -
  Stronger than the legions of Satan!
  
  Let the tanks rush in avalanche after avalanche,
  And we share the rifle between the three of us!
  Let the police aim meanly at the back,
  But the Holy God will punish them fiercely!
  
  What have we decided? To do the work of peace -
  But for that, alas, I had to shoot!
  The calm is already disgusting.
  Sometimes violence can be a blessing!
  
  The girl and I run barefoot together.
  Even though it snowed, the snowdrift burns like coal!
  But they have no fear, children know -
  A fascist will be boldly driven into the coffin with a bullet!
  
  Here they laid down a company of vile Fritzes,
  And the rest of the cowards run away!
  We crush infantry in battle like a scythe -
  Our youth is no obstacle for us!
  
  Victory achievement will be in May,
  There's a blizzard now, prickly, hard snow!
  The boy is barefoot, his sister is barefoot,
  The children met their prime in rags!
  
  Where do these forces come from in us?
  To endure both pain and cold, that need!
  When the comrade measured the bottom of the grave,
  When my friend moans, I will die!
  
  Christ blessed us pioneers,
  He said, the Fatherland was given to you by God!
  This is the first of all faiths,
  Soviet, sacred country!
  The distant rumble of approaching tanks can be heard, and planes buzz in the sky. And now the mighty siege guns are thundering. The impacts of high-explosive shells send clods of earth and melted turf high into the sky. The battle is about to begin. Major Vladimir Mikhailovsky holds a captured pair of binoculars, watching the approaching fascist avalanche of steel. They are trying to drive the Pioneers to the rear, but they refuse to leave and ask for rifles so they can fight.
  There aren't enough weapons for everyone, even though the local kids have brought hunting rifles and even sport bows. Everyone wants to fight bravely and win. But they can't die with their last thoughts of the Motherland.
  Major Mikhailovsky gives the order:
  - Do not open fire without command!
  Indeed, they only have two "forty-fives" for the entire battalion, which means their chance is to let the Fritzes get closer.
  As was customary with the Nazis, the most heavily armored vehicles-the T-4 tanks and Okhotnik self-propelled guns-were in the lead. They were to make way for the lighter vehicles and the infantry, which was lagging behind.
  The Nazi cars and motorcycles slow down every now and then, afraid of getting ahead....
  But pioneer Yuliy Petrov proves they're here for a reason. A hard-to-find anti-tank mine, coated in homemade glue and covered with turf to conceal it, is moved with a wire between the stumps, right under the T-4's tracks.
  The steel tracks strike the deadly present. The explosion doesn't seem too powerful, but the tracks are torn off, and Hitler's tank begins to smoke and spin its turret.
  Other boys use similar devices. If the German infantry is cowardly, and the tanks and self-propelled guns are pushing forward defenseless, then they will be punished for it.
  The famous Okhotnik, with its low silhouette and heavy armor, resembles a squashed turtle. This self-propelled gun had only recently appeared on the Soviet-German front. Due to its excellent maneuverability, long-range gun penetration, and combat survivability, the Okhotnik immediately became a byword.
  But its tracks are still ordinary, albeit wide... However, it would be even better to blow up the bottom of the machine and make it spit out its insides in spare parts.
  Here, the crippled Okhotnik, like a pirate frigate with a broken rudder, slides sideways and collides with the T-4. And both steel coffins on their tracks begin to burn, and moments later, explode due to detonating ammunition.
  Now a dozen medium-weight cars have stopped, broken and helpless.
  But the others are following them, especially the numerous armored vehicles. The Okhotnik self-propelled gun picks up speed and... falls into a camouflaged hole. Only the tracks stick out above, wriggling helplessly.
  The pioneers rejoice. Here and there, in the dug holes, there are homemade explosives. They're made in a makeshift way. Of course, it's weaker than dynamite, but it's enough to disable the chassis.
  Fritz suffers heavy losses, armored personnel carriers fall through, some pass through dangerous zones, but they are met with grenades and explosive charges.
  Here, even resourceful young soldiers have constructed small catapults. They eject a special packet of distilled wood alcohol mixed with gunpowder elements.
  When hit, the thinner armor of the Nazi transports gives way, sending their crews into a blue flame. Maddened by pain, the Germans scream and run away, their faces contorted in terror.
  Some of them are even abandoning their technology...
  It's just a pity that there are so many enemies, some transport vehicles, pouring machine gun fire on everything, approach the trenches.
  And they run into hedgehogs... Meanwhile, Alesya aims the .45. You can't take out a T-4 or Okhotnik head-on, of course, but you can try their sides. And let alone armored personnel carriers. They'll penetrate everything and make you cough up blood on the hot metal floors!
  Small-caliber weapons have many advantages over larger ones-rate of fire, ease of concealment. And they know how to select targets.
  The Nazis are snarling back, as ferocious as hyenas. And among the Soviet soldiers, there are dead and wounded. It's especially tragic when young soldiers, just beginning to live, perish. Here, a young Pioneer girl struggles to lift a firecracker and throws herself with it under the tracks of a T-3 medium tank. The ugly box with a long, but seemingly thin, barrel leaps up and tears off the square turret.
  And the soldiers are throwing grenades again, and machine guns are starting to pound the approaching motorcycles. And the heads of the Nazi soldiers are bursting like ripe cherries hit by hail.
  And the gas tanks of the large motorcycles explode, spewing streams of furious flames. It feels like a riot of hellish genies. Several armored personnel carriers also join their hapless colleagues.
  Alesya aims at the Hunter's lower hull. It's hard to hit, but it's the only chance of penetrating the merciless self-propelled gun. A smooth flick of the finger, and then a turn.
  The gun recoils softly, and the fascist machine splits in half. The swastika flag falls into the bloody mud.
  Alesya whispers:
  - Justice requires sacrifice, charity requires donations, and the success of a just cause requires sacrifice!
  The artillery girl turns around, leans her feet naked to better feel the Earth's biorhythms and the breath of the grass, and fires again, hitting the treacherous T-3 in the joint.
  It's clear that almost all the medium tanks in the Nazi armada have been disabled. The last one was destroyed by a young Pioneer boy, who, despite his wound, pushed a barrel containing a mixture of explosive carbide, coal dust, and sawdust with a small amount of phosphorus. The heroic child no longer had the strength to push the barrel after his penetrating wound, and his comrade Andrei, crossing himself as he ran, pushed it under the wheels of a forty-ton Shmel assault self-propelled gun. The obliging 150-millimeter cannon shot up and remained raised. And the souls of the Pioneers, fluttering from their torn bodies, soared to the happy kingdom of Heaven, where violence and pain never exist.
  The surviving fascist transporters, deprived of the support of their heavier colleagues, began to turn back... The roar of Wagner's music died down, and a mass exodus began.
  Vladimir Mikhailovsky, wiping blood from his forehead, said:
  "A Russian warrior may die standing, but he will never live on his knees! Russia may bleed, but no blood will sap our courage and loyalty to the Fatherland!"
  And the surviving pioneers confirm this... Although many of them were already burned and injured.
  And in the sky, Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova are battling it out, ready to rival the vaunted Marseille, who has already shot down over four hundred aircraft, for which he received the fifth degree of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  But the girls are clearly in the mood for a real fight. Here they are, barefoot and in bikinis, fighting. And they're piercing Luftwaffe planes.
  Anastasia, using her bare toes, aims the gun at the target, knocks down the fascist, and says:
  - Our faith is great,
  It will last for centuries!
  And winks at her partner. Akulina also knocks down a fascist, striking him with her bare legs, and squeals:
  - For the greatness of the ideas of communism!
  And she bares her pearly teeth. Such a feisty and educated girl.
  And sparkles with its teeth.
  Anastasia, shooting down another German plane in her Yak-9, aggressively squeals:
  - Russian eagle over the planet,
  Spreading its wings, it will take off...
  The enemy will be called to account,
  Will be defeated, broken!
  Akulina readily confirms this by knocking down her opponents:
  - It will be broken!
  Although, of course, the Germans also had some beautiful female aces. Albina and Alvina fight in the newest ME-309. Such combat warriors-steals.
  And they shoot down Soviet aircraft with astonishing agility. The ME-309 has a very powerful armament: three 30-mm cannons and four machine guns. Russian aircraft are no match for such a monster.
  If they shoot down, they shoot down without mercy.
  Albina, using her bare toes, aimed the aircraft cannon at the target. She fired at the enemy and squealed:
  - For the victories of the Third Reich!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  Alvina also fired at the enemy. She cut down Soviet Yak-9s and cooed:
  - For the great frontiers of our army!
  And she winked at her friends.
  Huffman is also fighting, racking up scores. He's not yet a top-tier ace, but he's improving quickly. And you could say he's also a monster of hell.
  The Germans, albeit slowly and with heavy losses, are advancing along the Volga coast, approaching the Caspian Sea.
  CHAPTER No 2.
  The odds were clearly outmatched. The Nazi air force was particularly troubling. The Focke-Wulf was arriving at the front in large numbers, and its powerful armament and speed became a problem for the Red Army. Furthermore, this aircraft was simply too difficult to shoot down. It was durable and heavily armored.
  The ME-309 also proved an unpleasant surprise for Soviet pilots, both in terms of speed and armament. It decimated Soviet units.
  The new Ju-288 bomber also bombed Soviet positions, a very powerful machine. It carried four tons of bombs with a normal load, and six tons with an overload. And it really got to the Soviet units.
  Rommel also showed his class as a commander, as did Mainstein.
  The Germans were getting closer and closer to Astrakhan. And, to the surprise of the Soviet command, the Fritzes launched an offensive along the Volga toward Kamyshin. It was a daring but powerful move. And for now, stopping them was difficult.
  But the Red Army's defense is still strong... In a week, the Nazis advanced fifty kilometers and were stopped.
  They were met with counterattacks by Soviet units....
  At the same time, the Japanese attempted to advance on Alma-Ata. And fierce fighting raged there.
  The girls fought on par with the men, and maybe even better than them.
  Margarita Magnitnaya and Tatyana Bulatnaya are beautiful girls who fired machine guns.
  They shot down the samurai and sang:
  - Let's not part with our dream,
  In life, the first step is important...
  You see again above the Earth,
  Whirlwinds of furious attacks!
  Margarita threw a deadly grenade with her bare toes, tore the Japanese to pieces and sang:
  - No one will stop us,
  No one will defeat us...
  We will bury the Wehrmacht in the ground,
  Our friendship is monolithic!
  Tatyana, firing at the enemy, agreed:
  - It really is a monolith!
  The Japanese are advancing on Alma-Ata. They have many soldiers and various reserves. Such fighting men they are. But the girls are mowing them down. They fight desperately.
  Tatyana Bulatnaya threw another grenade, tore apart the samurai and sang:
  - For my great achievement!
  And she winked her sapphire-colored eyes. A cheerful girl, there's no denying it.
  And Margarita, with her bare heel, will take and throw a gift of death, tearing apart the Japanese soldiers.
  And he will sing:
  - Everything is mixed up, intertwined, in a whirlwind of suffering and troubles!
  And again he will throw a lemon at the Japanese with his bare toes...
  A barefoot warrior named Oksana crawls up to them, pushing a box of grenades, whispering:
  - It's going to be awesome, girls!
  And all three warriors sang:
  - The samurai flew to the ground, under the pressure of steel and fire!
  And the beauties fight with great fury. They have been through fire, water, and copper pipes, and not in vain.
  Here's Oksana, barefoot, throwing a grenade, hitting a Japanese light tank, the Chiha. What a perfect target!
  Margarita, shooting at the enemy, sang:
  - You can believe even without believing! You can do even without doing!
  Tatyana logically noted:
  - What you say is a paradox!
  Margarita threw a grenade with her bare toes and logically remarked:
  - Isn't genius a friend of paradoxes?
  Tatyana fired a burst, mowing down the samurai and agreed:
  - Of course, friend!
  And the warriors burst out laughing... They are fighting girls, and they say they are... It"s not for nothing that all of Russia remembers how the girls fought!
  Oksana fights at the very highest level, of course. She shoots from different angles, and she spins like a top.
  These are beauties, they won't give in to anyone or anything. And they'll gnaw out betrayal, just like the samurai.
  Angela also fires. She's also an aggressive, red-haired woman. Warriors prefer to fight barefoot and perform colossal feats.
  Angela gives a turn and says with a laugh:
  - We will go into battle boldly,
  For the power of the Soviets!
  And with his bare toes he throws a deadly lemon.
  The fighting continues and now the Japanese onslaught is running out....
  It was already the end of July 1943. The Nazis had reached the Volga Delta itself and were fighting there.
  Elizaveta and her crew are fighting desperately. The first Tiger-2 tanks have also begun arriving at the front. They resemble the Panther and Lev tanks, but are somewhere in between. They also feature intelligently sloped armor and a long-barreled 88-millimeter 71 EL gun. They weigh sixty-eight tons and are similar in armor to the Lev tank, but slightly smaller.
  Big tanks, nothing to say.
  Elizaveta and the girls are hunting for Germans. They penetrate a T-4 and squeal:
  - Glory to the ideas of bright years,
  The cry of the pioneers: always be ready!
  The warriors are, let's say, first-class. And not only do they fight gloriously, but they sing too;
  An indestructible union of free peoples,
  It was not brute force and fear that united us...
  And the good will of enlightened people,
  And friendship, light, reason and courage in dreams!
  
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  The power of creation is a support forever!
  Legitimate force, the will of the people,
  After all, it"s the common man who stands for unity!
  
  Through the storms the sun of progress shone upon us,
  Through storms and tempests we rushed forward...
  We move mountains as if without weight,
  The whole world is moving towards communism, shining!
  
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  The power of creation is a support forever!
  Legitimate force, the will of the people,
  After all, it"s the common man who stands for unity!
  
  The peoples of the planet are like brothers united,
  Buddhist, Muslim, friends forever!
  Let the loud name of reason be famous,
  All nations of the world are one family!
  
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  The power of creation is a support forever!
  Legitimate force, the will of the people,
  After all, it"s the common man who stands for unity!
  The girls sing well, and fight even better, and accomplish such feats. Although history is written by the victors, and who knows if they'll be remembered if the war is lost?
  Alenka, along with her battery and a team of girls, is trying to hold off the enemies in the Volga Delta. And she's showing what beauties are capable of.
  And they really can do a lot.
  Anyuta shoots with her bare foot and roars:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  And then the whole battery started singing in unison, with full-sounding voices;
  We are fighting for a better destiny,
  So that people's lives become easier...
  And we will crush the damned horde,
  So that there are fewer evil enemies!
  
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  To the glory of our mother Russia...
  The people of Rus', believe me, are invincible,
  And it will make everyone on Earth more beautiful!
  
  We are given the power to fight for our Motherland,
  Defending the greatness of the Fatherland...
  And sometimes life is just a movie,
  Although it should be a reflection of paradise!
  
  Everyone needs to achieve their dreams,
  Believe me, reasonable communism...
  So that there is more happiness on Earth,
  And the fires of revanchism did not come!
  
  Our Tsar is a great genius Pugachev,
  He raised the peasants to a holy struggle...
  Any task will be within your reach,
  And love the girl barefoot, boy!
  
  We will become even stronger than the devil,
  When we shift the horizons of science...
  The villain is crushed under the hooves,
  Even though blood is gushing from the torn aorta!
  
  Yes, our cause is just, friends,
  We can make our homeland happier...
  Peoples, believe that we are all one family,
  To the great and most radiant Russia!
  
  Look bravely at the horizon, people,
  Let the evil clouds not cover the sky...
  We will give the enemy a winning score,
  And you will be a lucky knight in battle!
  
  I don't know such a word as coward,
  We Russians are not inferior at all...
  We have Svarog, the White Jesus,
  And will enjoy May forever!
  
  Girls and boys dance in a circle,
  We, barefoot girls, enter...
  For us, the almighty God Rod,
  Don't be a brainless parrot, kid!
  
  And Lenin inspired us to fight,
  The wise Stalin blessed this feat...
  The powerful cherub will spread his wings,
  And our muscles are simply made of steel!
  
  The majesty of the Fatherland will be in that,
  That we are such warriors for God...
  Let us confirm our glory with a steel sword,
  Which shield was forged by Svarog!
  
  In short, be faithful to the Lord,
  To the glory of the most radiant Russia...
  We just know the eagle knights,
  The White God Christ the Messiah is behind us!
  Here, the "Lion" catches fire from a precise cannon hit. The Nazis are getting it right in the horns.
  While the fighting is going on, children are not wasting their time either.
  Dasha and Vaska are wandering behind German lines. They watch the vehicles moving in columns. Motorcycles race by, self-propelled guns crawl by. Numerous troops are there, including SS and other units.
  Vaska noticed the movement of the Ferdinand, a powerful German self-propelled gun that destroyed tanks.
  The boy whispered to the girl:
  - It looks like the Fritzes are transferring additional forces north of Stalingrad.
  Dasha noted with a smile:
  - Our people will grind them anyway!
  A German from a truck angrily yells at the kids. The children take off and run, their bare, round heels flashing, gray from the dust. They might even get a burst of fire.
  The boy and girl ran to the bushes and jumped in. Dasha remarked with enthusiasm:
  - Partisans can do anything!
  Vaska agreed with this:
  - Of course... We will definitely win!
  Dasha sang with enthusiasm:
  - Victory awaits! Victory awaits! For those who yearn to break the shackles! Victory awaits, victory awaits! We will be able to defeat fascism!
  Vaska readily agreed with this and crushed the caterpillar with the toes of his bare childish feet:
  - We can do it! We were born to make fairy tales come true!
  Dasha winked and noted:
  - What? I think we'll turn the fairy tale into reality, and the Wehrmacht into dust!
  And the children began to sing in chorus at the top of their lungs;
  In the name of our righteous country,
  What will communism give to the universe...
  We will be faithful to our Motherland,
  Let's pave the way to success and creation!
  
  Putin ruled Russia like a hero,
  But then the eagle left her in flight...
  The Fuhrer is certainly a big pain in the ass,
  But Stalin is also a name!
  
  I believe we will defeat the Third Reich,
  It"s no wonder Putin has taken possession of Stalin...
  Above the world is a golden-winged cherub,
  And Satan-Adolf has now gone mad!
  
  The Germans have all of Europe at their fingertips,
  And Africa, and Asia, and the States...
  And Adolf thinks he's cool,
  But the Fuhrer will face retribution!
  
  For Hitler, Russia is like a barn,
  He wants to establish his own order...
  But I believe there will be a communism paradise,
  Strawberries will sprout when you sow the beds!
  
  Don't believe it, our people are not weak at all,
  But the Fritzes captured too much...
  And you, Slav, are not a slave at all,
  In the name of our mother Russia!
  
  And Lenin inspired us to a feat,
  He showed how things should be done...
  Since God is actually one,
  But we must believe in communism boldly!
  
  No, Russians, do not give in to the enemy,
  After all, the White God is with us - the Creator of the universe...
  I will help the fatherland in battle,
  To be constant in life's successes!
  
  How long can you continue to kill your loved ones?
  Unfortunately, there is no end in sight to the war...
  So our army was thinned out in battles,
  Do something you won't be ashamed of!
  This is a fine song for young warriors. They sang it and set off again, their bare, calloused heels kicking up dust along the path.
  The children were cheerful and seemingly content with life. Although thin, their faces were tanned like chocolate, and their hair, on the contrary, was light. Wonderful kids.
  One of the Germans on a motorcycle beckoned them over affectionately and offered them a chocolate bar. Dasha, hungry, reached out, but Vaska tugged at her sleeve.
  - Don't humiliate yourself!
  A smart girl was found:
  - Let's unite the fascists instead!
  Vaska, who was skin and bones himself, liked the idea. He also asked for a chocolate bar.
  The Nazi nodded and wheezed in broken Russian:
  - Sing, boy!
  Vaska nodded and began to sing with great inspiration;
   The Party united all of Russia,
  Protects the endless fields...
  After all, people believe that there is such power,
  Glory to the Soviet land!
  
  Stalin is the highest award,
  Stalin is a flight of wisdom...
  We must fight bravely for it,
  All the people follow Stalin!
  
  We are given wings of joy,
  We have been given great freedom...
  Stalin is the joy of abundance,
  Glory be to the great country!
  
  Stalin is the greatest in the universe,
  Stalin, the golden-winged cherub,
  Our people with unfailing good fortune,
  Believe me, I am forever invincible!
  
  Stalin gave salvation to the people,
  He is the greatest eagle in the world...
  For our Fatherland and freedom,
  He spread his wings over the earth!
  
  There is no one higher than the radiant Stalin,
  He is great as just a white God...
  Struggling with the penny and winning,
  We will soon drive the Fuhrer into the coffin!
  
  Giving honor to our Fatherland,
  Know that you won"t find anyone more beautiful than her...
  We will soon be living under communism,
  And we have no other path!
  
  Stalin is the pride of the entire planet,
  Stalin unlimited communism...
  His exploits will be sung,
  The fascist has been completely destroyed!
  
  Stalin brought glory to Russia,
  Stalin raised her above the stars...
  He raised the state to its limits,
  Stalin is simply ideal!
  
  Stalin conquers the universe,
  He has a great star fleet...
  Trials will be for edification,
  Stalin will lead to communism!
  
  For Russia, Stalin is the sun,
  It shines fiercely in the darkness...
  The girl has a ringing voice,
  There is no more beautiful Leader on earth!
  
  Stalin is the embodiment of Svarog,
  Stalin created Russia's might...
  He finds Rod in his heart -
  Most Great Lord!
  
  There is no leader on the whole Earth more beautiful,
  Stalin is the greatest of men...
  Let's create happiness in our universe,
  The mad villain has been destroyed!
  
  My sons and Komsomol members,
  Stand in solidarity for the Fatherland...
  After all, you girls are stronger than tigers,
  Our dear genius Stalin is with us!
  
  I can't count my achievements,
  Let us rush into flight like an arrow...
  Our radiant Russia,
  our Motherland is moving towards communism!
  Dasha sang along with Vaska and the children sang so richly and beautifully.
  And they danced along, stamping their tanned feet, which had never seen shoes since the frost, and already stamping their bare feet in the snow in March, like children.
  The German, who didn't understand much Russian, liked the song and took some canned pork out of his bag and handed it to the children.
  And he nodded approvingly:
  - Zer gut!
  The boy and girl bowed and moved on. They were only eleven years old, but they were smart and had strong memories. They collected accurate information. And once, fair-haired Daria even brought a mine to the Germans in a basket. She was a cunning girl and spoke their language quite well. They couldn't even imagine that such a pretty child with tow-white hair and blue eyes could cause death.
  And it worked like this...
  Here they are again, walking along, savoring German chocolates, and they are in a cheerful mood...
  Daria noted with a smile:
  - Once we defeat the fascists, I will build myself a three-story house, made of marble and with a fountain!
  Vaska grinned:
  - Are you going to become a bourgeois?
  The girl objected:
  - No! I'll just have my own communism!
  Vaska laughed and began to sing again;
  When the bourgeoisie came to my region,
  Houses were burned, girls were chopped up...
  It seemed like zeros were counted,
  The boys' hair was shaved short!
  
  The brave Kibalchish took the rifle,
  And he joined the people's army...
  But Bad Boy revealed all his plans,
  Who gave up for a barrel of jam!
  
  And here I am, boy, hanging on the rack,
  They torment me with a whip and needles...
  In response, I laugh in the face of the executioner.
  And I believe that the Fatherland will become a paradise!
  
  The animals roasted my heels with fire,
  The child was severely shocked by the electric current...
  But believe me, the torment is nothing,
  May the reds defeat the bourgeoisie!
  
  They break bones, the evil metal has dug in,
  The executioners are shaking me on the rack...
  But believe me, I dreamed about it as a kid,
  To run around Berlin in May!
  
  I believe Comrade Lenin will lead,
  Liberate Warsaw, Prague, London!
  We will soon post a winning score,
  And over Berlin the red flag flies proudly!
  
  Now the child's heels are burning,
  The sole is almost always bare...
  And the whip hit my back hard,
  Mom, you must be grey already!
  
  But I will not surrender to these executioners,
  I will not ask for faith, know mercy...
  Let the cut whip from the shoulder,
  I know Lenin will give you a reward, believe me!
  
  Under torture, Kibalchish laughed,
  He didn"t reveal the secret, he dies proudly...
  In hell, the Bad Guy screams like this forever,
  The demons are pouring resin down his throat!
  
  Lenin is with us there, apparently forever,
  And in the heart a hot flame blazes...
  A great dream will come true,
  There will be a red flag over the entire planet!
  Daria whistled and stamped her bare foot:
  - Cool! Did you write it yourself?
  Vaska nodded:
  - Yes! His story made a huge impression on me!
  Daria nodded and noted:
  - Do you remember how the police caught us and drove us barefoot through the snow in the cold, and then flogged us and put thin twigs on our heels.
  Vaska readily confirmed:
  - It happened... My heels hurt, and the joints in my shoulders hurt when I'm hanging on the rack. But there was no evidence against us and...
  Daria noted with a sigh:
  - Yes, but the police wanted us to freeze to death. But when they hit me on the head with a bottle, I caught a shard with my bare foot. And then I transferred it to my hands. After that, I cut the string, both mine and yours.
  Vaska nodded:
  - Yes, that happened... It was really creepy. But you know, in the cold, blisters from burnt soles don't hurt! And when we got out later, everything healed on us like dogs!
  Daria readily confirmed:
  - It heals on us just fine! I've got such rough soles that I'm not afraid to walk on coals!
  Vaska, puffed up, said:
  - Me too! We are pioneers, children of communism!
  Daria confirmed:
  - And we will certainly win!
  The boy and the girl sang:
  In the victory of the immortal ideas of communism,
  we see the future of our country...
  And to the red banner of our Fatherland,
  We will always be selflessly faithful!
  CHAPTER No 3.
  In early August 1943, the Germans finally reached the Caspian Sea, overcoming stubborn Soviet resistance. This was truly a major achievement for the Nazis, who achieved significant dividends. The Caucasus was now cut off from the mainland by land.
  The Turks also achieved success, finally taking Batumi after fierce fighting and completing the encirclement of Yerevan. Thus, they effectively squeezed the Soviet forces in Transcaucasia.
  The USSR's situation had become grave. Stalin ordered an offensive in the north to open a corridor to a starving, dying, but not yet surrendered Leningrad.
  The offensive on Tikhvin began. Significant forces were deployed there, although headquarters lacked reserves. The situation was complicated by the arrival of Swedish, supposedly volunteer, divisions at the front, which reinforced the positions.
  And the Germans have seriously strengthened their positions...
  The fighting began on August 10th, with Soviet troops advancing ten kilometers in the first three days. Then, on August 14th, the German Maus tank entered combat for the first time. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-eight tons, it wasn't a particularly successful design. True, the vehicle was manned by a capable crew, some very combative Nazi girls.
  Agnes, Adala, Angelina, Agatha, Aphrodite - five beauties of the Third Reich beginning with the letter "A." And how they fight in a Maus and fire two guns at once.
  High-explosive fragmentation shells are fired from the short-barreled 75-mm cannon, and heavier shells from the 128-mm cannon, demonstrating their striking power.
  Agnes fires with the bare toes of her chiseled feet. She hits a Soviet vehicle, literally ripping off its turret, and squeals:
  - I'm a space girl!
  Adala fires a high explosive shot and squeaks:
  - And I'm a top-notch performer, I'll tear the whole crew apart!
  And the girl also uses her bare toes. Shells from Soviet T-34s hit the Maus, but bounce off like peas. The vehicle is quite well protected. And you can't hit it so easily. Shells fly off it like tennis balls, and even a larger caliber can't penetrate such a monster.
  And the girl is shot from an anti-aircraft gun, not letting the enemy get closer.
  Agatha also shot out with her bare toes and growled:
  - Let my sword strike, we will cut down the enemies!
  Adala confirmed aggressively, shooting very accurately:
  - We are warriors of light and earth!
  Angelina slapped her bare toes, destroyed a Soviet T-34-76 tank, and yelped:
  - For great victories!
  Aphrodite also fired a shell that was as heavy as a pile, crushing a Soviet T-60, and squealed:
  - Our victory will be in the holy war!
  Agnes lashed out with her bare heel, breaking the enemy's frontal armor and said:
  - The imperial flag forward - glory to the fallen heroes!
  These girls here are quite nasty and deadly. And it's no wonder you can't pass them by. Thanks to their bare feet and bikinis, they're dead-on. Which means they're not so easy to defeat.
  The formidable "Maus" fired a deadly weapon and didn't give anyone a chance.
  Including the KV series.
  But if there are German women who fight so stubbornly and successfully, then there will also be girls of the Soviet level - strong women.
  Here, for example, is Natasha and her teammates. They only have a modest SPG-85, which has just arrived at the front. And the girls are already using it to batter the Nazis with all their might.
  Naturally, the beauties are barefoot and in bikinis. And they crush the fascists like a sledgehammer smashing glass.
  And it is very memorable when such girls demonstrate the highest level of eagle flight.
  Natasha shoots with her bare toes and destroys the Panther, after which she shouts:
  - For the great Fatherland!
  And he'll show his tongue!
  Zoya also takes a swing at the enemy. She hits him very accurately. She shatters his armor and yelps:
  - For the glory of communism!
  Augustina also fights hard, and when she puts pressure on her opponent, she does it with great force. She punches and roars:
  - Glory to the communist world!
  Svetlana will strike too. And quite accurately. With her bare toes. She'll crush the enemy's armor and squeak:
  - For the greatness of the communist world!
  And he will stick out his tongue...
  Here the girls, feeling inspired, began to sing, composing right on the go;
  Beauties attack barefoot,
  Such nice girls are running...
  If necessary, they will hit Fritz with their fist,
  Or they'll slash him with a machine gun!
  
  It's not good for girls to doubt,
  They will bury the fascists dead...
  And they'll give him a hard kick in the leg,
  And somewhere wolves are howling carnivorously!
  
  Russia is a word for soldiers,
  When, believe me, it doesn"t get any cooler...
  Although the situation is sometimes bleak,
  Where the evil black Cain triumphs!
  
  Don't believe it, Komsomol members don't run away,
  And if they run, then only to attack...
  And all the Nazis will be killed at once,
  And the Fuhrer will all be raised to the chopping block!
  
  Russia is my homeland,
  She is radiant, simply beautiful...
  A coward is not worth even a ruble,
  And arguing with a warrior is dangerous!
  
  But know that we will defeat the fascists,
  Evil will not reign on the throne...
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  And God Svarog with greatness in his crown!
  
  He who is afraid, believe me, is a weak slave,
  His destiny is to endure insults...
  Today you're a mechanic, tomorrow you're a foreman,
  And you yourself will be able to hit other people's backs!
  
  The girls are a force, a volcano,
  Sometimes it can even powerfully demolish mountains...
  The evil hurricane of war rages,
  And death frankly mows down the human race!
  
  I'll tell you honestly, knights,
  We are strong when we Russians are united...
  Need a snack to go with your fork and knife,
  We knights are invincible in battles!
  
  What is our faith in the Lord Christ,
  Although we also revere Lada...
  Comrade Stalin is like a father to us,
  And there will be a place of communism, paradise!
  
  The one who was when he was dead will be resurrected,
  And we will become more beautiful and wiser...
  And the man is of course very proud,
  Although sometimes he talks nonsense!
  
  In love our Fatherland is like a star,
  Believe me, it will never go out...
  May a great dream come true,
  There will be peace and happiness throughout the universe!
  
  I love Maria, I honor Lada,
  Svarog is beautiful and Perun is great....
  I love Jesus and Stalin,
  The holy faces of icons are dear to me!
  
  When will there be real paradise?
  Believe me, all your hopes will come true in it...
  Give your heart to your Motherland,
  Everything will be fine, stronger than before!
  The girls had a good fight and composed some wonderful stories. With warriors like these, no Hitler can threaten Russia.
  Nevertheless, after ten days of intense fighting, Soviet troops finally broke through to Tikhvin.
  The fighting unfolded for the city itself. The forces were, of course, very unequal.
  The Germans have gained air superiority and are bombing relentlessly. The situation is exacerbated by foreign divisions fighting alongside the Wehrmacht, especially numerous Italian units.
  They're trying to push the Red Army back from Tikhvin. But the Russian units are fighting stubbornly. This is their only real chance to save Leningrad, which is dying of starvation and under siege. Food can only be dropped there by air, but the Germans have powerful fighter aircraft, making this very difficult.
  And in the second half of August, the Nazis launched an assault on Astrakhan. And in this city, Soviet girls fought with great heroism and courage.
  A battalion of barefoot girls protects this heroic city.
  Alenka throws a grenade with her bare foot, then fires a burst, mowing down the fascists and says:
  - If a woman is lustful like a cat, then her husband has mice in his head!
  Anyuta, firing at the Fritzes and also throwing a grenade with her bare foot, chirped:
  - The brightest ideas are darkened by shadow politics when they are implemented!
  Alla, shooting at the Fritz and throwing a grenade, knocking out a tank with her bare toes, muttered:
  - A woman is as cunning as a fox, and can control even a lion if a man has the wits of a rooster!
  Maria, firing her rifle and knocking down the Fritzes, growled:
  - God can do everything, but He is powerless to surpass a woman in her demands!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy and throwing a deadly gift of death with her bare toes, noted:
  - A woman, in order not to be swallowed by a man like a boa constrictor, must have a cobra's sting!
  Alenka, continuing to fire at the Nazis, wittily noted:
  - A person can be like the Creator in everything, but a monkey-like imitation does not paint him in a good light!
  Anyuta fired at the enemy, then knocked out a tank with a well-aimed grenade throw and declared:
  - A person can surpass the Almighty God only in conceit, and even then only if he is intellectually created as a Pithecanthropus!
  Alla, continuing to shoot very accurately at the Fritzes, said:
  - A woman doesn"t want to be a chicken, but her ideal man is a rooster!
  Maria, firing at the fascists and hitting a Panther with a precise throw of her bare foot, noted:
  - The fox woman truly has a wolfish grip on the beaver men!
  Marusya, having also fired a burst at the fascists and kicked the explosive package with her bare heel, said:
  - In politics, as in the forest, if you are an oak, a pig will eat you, if a hare, a fox will eat you, if a donkey, they will skin you three times!
  Alenka, continuing to fire furiously and showering the infantry with fragmentation grenades, yelped:
  - The brighter the woman, the more of a fox she is!
  Anyuta also fired a burst at the fascists, mowed them down, and threw a grenade with her bare toes and squealed:
  - Gray people lack gray matter in their brains, bright personalities have a lot of gray matter in their heads!
  Alla, firing at the enemy, kicked an explosive packet with her bare heel and wittily said:
  - The gray man is lonely like a wolf, and like a hare he has no peace!
  Maria, mowing down the Fritzes, wittily remarked:
  - If a politician is a big fox, then he is guaranteed the lion's share!
  Marusya fired from the grenade launcher and threw a grenade with her bare toes, squealing:
  - The fox-politician takes away the crow-voter's opportunity to live like a king!
  Alenka, continuing to fire her weapon and kicking the explosive packet with her bare heel, yelped:
  - There are fewer stars in the sky than interpretations of the Holy Scripture!
  Anyuta, shooting at the fascists, said:
  - The executioner in a red robe, more just, a politician with eloquence!
  Alla, continuing to fire, logically noted:
  - The executioner has a sharp axe, the politician has a sharp word, the first one cuts off heads, the second one drips on brains!
  Maria, continuing to accurately knock out the Fritzes, and throwing another gift of death with her bare toes, noted:
  - Sometimes chopping off heads is more humane than dripping on brains!
  Matryona, cutting down the fascists and throwing a grenade with her bare heel, said:
  - If you let politicians get on your nerves, you'll tear your hair out in frustration!
  Alenka, shooting at the German general and piercing him through, said menacingly:
  - A politician's speeches are like water for brainwashing!
  Anyuta, shooting accurately at the enemy and launching a grenade launcher with her bare toes, said:
  - In what way is a politician the greatest God, in that he commits lawlessness!
  Alla, shooting at the Nazis and throwing an explosive package with her bare heel, said:
  - A politician always looks at a voter like a donkey with a fox-like gaze, in order to plow him!
  Maria, firing at the enemy, and with her bare toes, tossing a grenade of deadly force, blurted out:
  - A woman loves to expose her poor body in order to dress richer!
  Marusya fired a long burst, cutting down the line of Fritzes, and purred:
  - A barefoot woman will put shoes on a man faster, even if he is not exactly a boot!
  Alenka, firing accurately at the Nazis, noted:
  - It's easier to persuade a man to wear fashionable boots with a bare female heel!
  Anyuta fired from the grenade launcher and said:
  - To get fashionable shoes for herself, a woman must "put shoes" on a man properly!
  Alla, firing bursts of fire at the Nazis and throwing a grenade to the toes of her bare foot, replied:
  - A woman who doesn"t know how to expose her legs in time will remain "shod" forever!
  Maria, shooting at the enemy and throwing an explosive package with her round heel, said:
  - By looking at women's bare legs too often, a man risks "shoeing" himself to the point of being a tramp!
  Marusya, firing accurately at the enemy and hitting a grenade with her bare knee, replied:
  - To avoid being left barefoot forever, you need to know when to take off your shoes!
  Alenka, continuing to shoot at the Nazis and knocking the wind out of them, wittily said:
  - A girl's bare foot is better than an occupier's tarpaulin boot!
  Anyuta, continuing to shoot with unfading accuracy, noted:
  - Even the strongest armor cannot withstand the soft skin of a charming girl's sole!
  Alla, firing at the German invaders, said:
  - Women are very clever at reaching into a man's wallet with their bare feet!
  Maria, firing at the fascists with great accuracy and breaking their heads, noted:
  - The stickiest part of the female body for gold coins is bare feet and naked breasts!
  Marusya, continuing to fire mercilessly at the fascists, said:
  - Sometimes a woman needs to take off her shoes so as not to fall on her knees before need!
  Alenka, accurately scribbling at the fascists and arranging them in stacks, logically noted:
  - It's easier to bring a man to his knees with a bare foot!
  Anyuta, shooting at the enemy, remarked aggressively:
  - Barefoot in time, never barefoot!
  Alla, while beating down enemies and cutting down opponents, muttered:
  - It's easier for a woman to climb to the golden peak barefoot!
  Maria also took a shot at the fascists and purred:
  - You are a man of boots if you don"t love women"s legs!
  Marusya, firing at the Nazis and throwing a homemade package of explosives with her bare toes, which caused the Tiger to flip over, growled:
  - A woman with slender legs will make a man bend over in respect!
  Alenka fired at the fascists, mowed them down and said:
  - Bare toes, more dexterous than hands, when a woman takes coins from the pocket of a "shod" man!
  Anyuta cut down the Fritzes and squealed:
  - The most skillful way a woman can push a man under her heel is with her bare foot!
  Alla, shooting at the opponents and throwing a grenade with her bare heel, said:
  - It's easier for a beauty to tread the path to a man's heart with her bare feet!
  Maria destroyed a German tank by throwing a grenade and squealed:
  - The bare feet of girls are more tenacious when climbing the Everest of a man's heart!
  Matryona also fired a deadly shot and said:
  "Taking off her shoes makes it easier for a woman to cross the desert of male indifference!"
  Alenka hit the enemy with a captured bazooka and squealed:
  - If you're as dumb as a boot, you'll get caught up to the heel of even a tramp!
  Anyuta also fired a burst and squealed, baring her teeth:
  - A naked woman's foot makes a man fall into barefoot childhood!
  Red-haired Alla, having mowed down the fascists, chirped:
  - Most often, it is those who wear boots that fall into barefoot childhood!
  Maria took a shot at the Nazis and squealed:
  - If a girl has beautiful legs, it means she is not a tramp in life!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy and cutting down the Nazis like sheaves of grain, barked:
  - A barefoot girl is better off than a shod old woman, a young cat is more cheerful than an old lion!
  Alenka, firing at the fascists and throwing deadly gifts of death, said:
  - A woman best wins a reward with her bare chest, and fashionable shoes with her bare feet!
  Anyuta also beat up the Nazis, mowed them down, and threw grenades with her bare feet and squealed:
  - A bare heel is the best protection for a woman from the thorns of male indifference!
  Alla, shooting at the enemies and cutting them down with automatic bursts, noted:
  - The strongest heel for a man comes from a woman's bare foot!
  Maria, beating the opponents and firing from the grenade launcher, said:
  - A bare woman's heel will put on the most worn-out boot, guts and all!
  Matryona, knocking down the fascists, said wittily:
  - If you can't take off your shoes in time, you'll become a tramp!
  Alenka, writing about the fascists, noted:
  -If you're a blockhead, you'll only be able to hit yourself hard!
  Anyuta logically noted, beating the enemy and throwing a bag of explosives with her bare foot:
  - It's good to have a club, but it's bad to be a club!
  Alla, beating the Nazis and kicking a grenade with her bare heel, yelped:
  - Cast iron fists may help you survive, but a wooden head will lead to death!
  Maria quite logically noted, mowing down the fascists:
  - When the ruler doesn't have a king in his head, anarchy reigns in the country, and they sell in vain!
  Matryona, beating the Nazis rationally, noted:
  - A crown is not for the head that a hat is for!
  Alenka, crushing the Fritzes, logically noted:
  - Even a crown doesn't sit firmly on an oak head!
  Anyuta, shooting very accurately at the fascists, said:
  - No matter how strong the oak is, the material for a head made from it is the most fragile!
  Alla, briskly shooting at the enemy, logically concluded:
  - He who hits his head with a club, gets hit on the head with a club!
  Maria, while beating her opponents, said:
  - The politician holds a wallet and a club in his hands, only his money is wooden and his club is paper!
  Marusya noted logically, throwing a lemon with her bare foot:
  - A bright head is the last thing that concerns gray hair!
  Matryona, crushing the fascists, noted:
  - You may not be a blonde, but it's beautiful to have a bright soul. Girls can beat up mean people so that others can live happily!
  Alenka, shooting at the Nazis, squeaked:
  - You can"t build a strong defense from oak trees on stumps alone!
  Anyuta, while shooting, logically noted:
  - If a politician is not a woodpecker, he will take shavings, not only from the stump voter!
  Alla said aggressively, knocking down the Germans:
  "Even though the politician isn't an eagle, he still considers voters crows and woodpeckers!"
  Maria, cutting down her enemies, remarked:
  - If you allow politicians to take shavings from you, then you are definitely a woodpecker!
  Matryona, mowing down the fascists, expressed herself:
  - A politician is a fox with his voters, but a hamster with himself!
  Marusya threw a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - A smart politician is like a fox in a henhouse, but a stupid one is like an elephant in a china shop!
  Alenka, crushing the Fritzes, said:
  - Order is established silently, but a politician creates chaos with talk!
  Anyuta, having scattered the fascists with a grenade, squeaked:
  - The politician talks a lot, especially when he wants to shut people's mouths!
  Alla noted aggressively, beating the Nazis:
  - Arguing with a politician is like treading water in a mortar, unless you tear a muscle in your tongue and lie for profit!
  Maria, crushing the enemies and throwing a grenade with her bare foot, noted:
  - A politician is a mixture of a fox and a wolf, but he plays a lot of pigs!
  Matryona, shooting at the fascists, growled:
  - The more a politician is a fox, the more he acts like a pig!
  Marusya, mowing down the Fritzes, said:
  - Politics is a complete menagerie: wolves, hares, chickens, roosters and woodpeckers, but the fox is always elected king!
  Alenka, crushing the fascists, muttered:
  - A dictator who pretends to be a lion is a real pig!
  Anyuta noted aggressively, shooting down enemies with shots:
  - A politician can only pass for a lion if the voter is a complete donkey!
  Alla, beating the fascists out like dust from carpets, said:
  - A politician puts on sheep's clothing, but the only thing he has in common with a wolf is his bloodthirstiness, and he is a complete ram in terms of intelligence!
  Maria threw a grenade with her bare foot and chirped:
  - It is better to have a wolf in sheep's clothing as a ruler than a ram in the guise of a lion!
  Matryona, shooting at the enemy with the accuracy of Robin Hood, said:
  - A politician, like a sheep, bleats about peace, but his wolfish fangs rattle with war!
  Marusya, firing at the enemy, yelped:
  - A politician, in order to get the voters' votes, pours out his voice like a nightingale, but treats them like woodpeckers!
  Alenka, firing at the fascists, said:
  - If a politician's speech seems like a nightingale's trill to you, don't be a crow in this case!
  Anyuta wittily noted, knocking down the Nazis:
  - If a politician sings like a nightingale, it means he considers you suitable game!
  Alla, cutting down the fascists, noted:
  - Voter hunting differs from forest hunting in that the hunter makes as much noise as possible!
  Maria, shooting at the enemy, shouted:
  - A politician, unlike a pickpocket, makes a lot of noise when stealing, but when robbing, he uses flattery!
  Matryona, shooting at the enemy, gurgled:
  - A politician is also a god in a certain sense, but it"s better not to believe in him!
  Marusya confirmed:
  - The politician loves to promise voters the Moon, but he forgets to add that there is no life there except sand!
  Alenka, cutting down her opponents, muttered:
  - Woe does not come from intelligence, but from a lack of practical savvy!
  Anyuta, shooting at the enemy, squeaked:
  - All the world's troubles are not caused by money, but by its lack in the required quantity!
  Alla, shooting at the enemy, said:
  - The tongue is given to a politician to hide his thoughts, but no amount of eloquence can hide his gray wretchedness!
  Maria remarked energetically, shooting at the Fritzes:
  - If iron goes into chains, there will be none left for swords, if silver spills into speeches, then there will be nothing to pay salaries with!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy, muttered:
  Does a politician have the gift of keeping promises? He does, but not with a gift!
  Marusya, shooting at the Nazis, noted:
  - An elephant creates a big pile of shit, and a fox politician creates an even bigger mountain of verbal diarrhea!
  Alenka wittily noted, crushing the Nazis:
  - The politician pours out abundantly the sweet honey of speeches, drowning voters in verbal diarrhea!
  Anyuta, shooting at the opponents, said:
  - A politician's sweet speech is like a honey stream, only you swim along it into the trash!
  Alla, shooting at the fascists, noted:
  - A politician can fulfill his promises only to make the voter believe in the impossible!
  Maria, firing very accurately, said:
  - There are so many politicians in the elections, but there is no one to choose, some are stumps, some are logs, some are foxes, some are pigs, some are bears - out of frustration, there is only one thing left to do - cry!
  Matryona fired at the fascists and remarked:
  - A politician who often yells should have his ears boxed!
  Marusya, a cut-off point for fascists, noted:
  - A politician, unlike a nightingale, never sings for nothing, and has the gift of a fox!
  Alenka chirped, baring her teeth:
  - A politician wants to become an eagle, but the voter never has the rights of a bird!
  Anyuta cooed, shooting the Germans with a sniper rifle:
  - Why do you have the rights of a bird? Because you are a woodpecker in mind!
  Alla hissed with the aggression of a python:
  - The politician has many different songs, but they all have the same tune: choose me!
  Maria, cutting down the fascists, muttered:
  - A voter is like a gingerbread man: he runs away from a hare, a wolf, a bear, but the political fox still devours him!
  Matryona noted, cutting down the fascists:
  - A politician will count on the intelligence of a fly with sweet speeches, the trill of a nightingale, the wits of a woodpecker, but his swine essence is visible to the eye of a hawk!
  Marusya, fighting the fascists, adds with a grin:
  - A woman is also a good politician, and at least she gives a chance that she will fulfill her promise of fidelity and give pleasure!
  So the girls heroically defend the city and give great hope.
  CHAPTER No 4.
  At the end of September and beginning of October, the fighting for Astrakhan was still ongoing, and the Nazis were advancing south along the Caspian Sea coast. The Nazi advance was inexorable... In the south, the Nazis captured the town of Ordzhonikidze and began the assault on Grozny.
  In this city, too, Soviet soldiers fought heroically.
  The battalion of girls, led by Tamara, showed desperate determination and courage.
  Tamara fired a burst from her machine gun and threw grenades with her bare toes, saying:
  - Glory to our Motherland USSR!
  Anna, shooting accurately at the fascists and also throwing an explosive package with her bare heel, yelped:
  - Glory to heroism!
  Akulina, firing at the enemy, yelped:
  - For the Motherland and honor!
  Victoria, shooting at the Fritzes and throwing a grenade of deadly force with her bare toes, roared:
  - Let's crush the Wehrmacht with heroism!
  Olympiada, a healthy girl, fired a burst at the enemies, knocked out the Fritzes, and forgave:
  - In the holy war, our victory will be!
  Tamara, shooting at the Nazis and again throwing a grenade with her bare foot, noted:
  - A soldier must have the strength of an oak, but not an oak head!
  The girls were firing. There was a mass of rubble all around, the ruins were smoking. Explosion after explosion followed. Streams of smoke rose into the sky. Everything was burning.
  Destruction on a massive scale.
  The beautiful, barefoot blonde Anna, as she throws a grenade, tearing apart the fascists, then yelps:
  - In every oak tree there is a hollow, in every oak head there is a hole from which the brains flow out!
  Akulina, shooting at the enemy and throwing a grenade with her graceful, tanned, bare foot, squeaked:
  - If you are as smart as an oak, you will bend like an aspen!
  Victoria, this red-haired girl, also with bare, tanned, chiseled legs, squealed:
  - If you don"t have the cunning of a fox, you"ll be skinned alive!
  Olympiada, a healthy, tall, large, muscular blonde, fired a burst, threw a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - If you're as dumb as an oak, they'll fleece you!
  A boy crawled past them, flashing his black heels and throwing an explosive packet at the Nazis. Then he squeaked:
  - A young soldier is better than a decrepit general!
  Tamara fired another burst. She threw a grenade with her bare foot, a lethal force, and yelped:
  - For each new suit a politician buys, he fleeces the voters!
  Akulina, shooting at the enemies and grinning aggressively, growled:
  - If you're as smart as an oak tree, the hares will strip you bare!
  Anna, shooting at the enemy and throwing grenades with her bare foot, blowing up tanks, chirped:
  - A cunning fox will skin even a lion three times if he is a ram!
  Victoria, firing at the fascists and throwing up a deadly gift with her bare heel, said:
  - If you don"t want to become a fox, you"ll whine like a hungry dog!
  Olympiada mowed down the Fritzes. Then she threw a grenade with her bare foot and squealed:
  - A politician is a fox, he guts voters-chickens in daylight!
  The roar of the cannonade grows louder. The fearsome Sturmtigers are entering the fray. They're pounding away with rocket-propelled grenades. And they're destroying entire buildings, crushing them one by one. And attack aircraft are circling in the sky. They're pounding Soviet positions with rockets. Dropping bombs. Now you can see the Panther-2, a more advanced machine than the Panther, with a powerful 88-millimeter cannon.
  The German vehicle has a narrower turret, smaller dimensions, and a squatter hull. This monster, if it's going to hit, it's going to hit. And most importantly, it's not too heavy, despite its more powerful 900-horsepower engine.
  Tamara threw a grenade at the Panther-2 with her bare foot and cooed:
  - If you become as dumb as a stump, you will be fleeced, not only by cunning foxes, but also by cowardly hares!
  Anna, firing at the fascists and mowing down her opponents, throwing grenades with her bare feet, said:
  - Even an eagle can be made to look like a wet chicken by a cunning fox!
  Akulina, cutting down the enemies and piercing them through with precise shots, said:
  - A man dreaming of the role of a lion often becomes a donkey ploughed by a fox!
  Victoria, cutting down her opponents with bursts and throwing something deadly with her bare feet, yelped:
  - A man has the ambitions of a lion, the stubbornness of a donkey, the clumsiness of a bear, the grace of an elephant, but a fox is always able to lasso him!
  Olympiada fired a burst at her opponent, mowing him down like a lawnmower, and growled:
  - A red fox, a bloody-looking politician!
  The battle grew increasingly intense. The Nazis pounded the city with gas launchers, which were more powerful than the Katyusha rockets. It was very difficult to resist the Nazis. But the battalion of barefoot, half-naked girls fought with colossal enthusiasm. And the girls hardly died; the men suffered more.
  Tamara, firing at the fascists and throwing grenades with her bare toes, yelped:
  - A woman wins over strong men by playing on their weaknesses, a politician convinces weak voters by clearly outplaying them!
  Anna, cutting down the enemies and mowing them down with bullets, and at the same time kicking in an explosive packet with her bare heel, said:
  - A woman is the most cunning politician, she doesn"t need to study to be a fox, but she needs to know how to put on shoes while remaining barefoot!
  Akulina, cutting down her opponents with precise bursts and using her bare toes, barked:
  - A woman also loves youth, but the green of a dollar is dearer to her than the green age of a patron!
  Victoria, that red-haired bitch, fired a deadly burst, knocked out the line and squealed:
  - The greenery of a girl's youth attracts the green bills of men fattened on dollars!
  Olympiada, shooting at the enemies and throwing another gift with her bare foot, yelped:
  - Don't chase the green dollar, trouble has green eyes too, and a crispy shell!
  The battle grows increasingly brutal. Deadly shells fly, exploding and shredding Soviet positions, overturning battery guns. More planes fly, and assault guns thunder. Clouds of dust rise into the sky.
  Tamara, while firing mercilessly at the fascists, came up with a gem, first throwing a grenade with her bare foot:
  - Believing in God, do not sink to the level of an animal: a person is not a submissive sheep, and not a stinking goat!
  Anna, fighting with the enemy and throwing gifts of death with her bare feet, noted:
  - Making money on people's faith is like pouring manure on gold; mistrust will grow!
  Akulina, destroying the Panther, aggressively whined:
  - If you believe in Sunday, don"t let it get to seven Fridays in a week!
  Victoria, firing very accurately at the fascists and aggressively mowing them down, noted:
  - Belief in the eternal fire of hell boils the milk of superstition, from which the froth is skimmed off by the scoundrels of religion!
  Olympiada, the female hero, cutting down the Nazis and throwing grenades of colossal destructive power with her bare feet, noted:
  - Only stumps and oaks, allowing themselves to be stripped bare, believe in the hellish fire of eternal flame!
  Tamara fired a captured bazooka, flashed her bare heels and chirped:
  - What glitters in the flames of eternal hellfire? The glitter of gold coins in the pockets of religious scoundrels!
  Anna, shooting at the enemy and cutting down the Nazis with colossal accuracy, said:
  - Crooks use God to line their pockets, and they are deceived not only by those with empty heads!
  Akulina fired a burst at the enemy. She tossed the grenade with her bare toes and squealed:
  - Religious scoundrels skin sheep three times, break goats' horns, they only care about profit, and faith is for hack work!
  Victoria threw a sawdust bomb with her bare heel, blew up the enemy and squealed:
  - An honest priest is like a vegetarian wolf, only faith is always honest, and its use is selfish!
  Olimpiada fired her machine gun at the enemy. She mowed him down and kicked a grenade cluster with her bare heel, flipping over a Lev tank. Then she yelled:
  - Any religion is a fairy tale, but the profits from this fantasy are truly fabulous in proportions!
  This is how the girls fight bravely in Grozny. And they demonstrate their valor to the highest degree.
  And the other girls defend Astrakhan with all their courage. And they also demonstrate the highest level of skill and fortitude.
  The girls fight very well.
  Alenka threw a grenade with her bare foot, tore the fascists apart, and cooed, baring her teeth:
  - Those who allow themselves to be told noodles will be forever hungry!
  Anyuta, mowing down the fascists with this, agreed:
  - You won't get enough of the bullshit!
  Alla fired a burst at the Nazis, threw a grenade with deadly force with her bare foot and yelped:
  - Noodles on the ears are a dish of the latest freshness that causes nausea!
  Maria wittily remarked, baring her teeth and throwing an explosive packet with her bare toes:
  - Whether God is this is unknown to anyone, but they constantly crucify man, as if he were the likeness of Christ!
  Marusya, while beating the Fritzes, went and barked, grinning aggressively:
  - Man strives to master God's power, but so far he only receives a crucifixion that is not divine!
  Matryona fired a burst, mowed down the fascists and said, winking aggressively at her friends:
  - With the heart a person strives for goodness, with the mind for profit, and with the stomach for gluttony, and in the end, with stumbling legs, they drag themselves into the pit!
  And in Astrakhan, fierce battles rumble. The city on the Volga is a key point of the Soviet defense. And here, such furious battles rage. Like a bubbling kettle.
  And heavy, deadly aircraft rush in. The Ju-288 is a truly powerful machine. And it drops its bombs with colossal tenacity.
  Alenka squeals, firing a burst at the fascists and throwing a grenade with her bare foot:
  - If a person has the intelligence of a gorilla, he will work like a horse and eat like a dog!
  Anyuta launched a deadly gift of death with her bare foot, destroyed the fascists and yelped:
  - A man allows himself to be put under a yoke, but in order to plow, he must be hit with the whip of coercion!
  Alla threw a lemon with her bare heel and muttered:
  - The politician has a big pocket, but he is just an insignificant pickpocket!
  Maria, firing at her opponents, hissed:
  - A politician who promises voters the moon from the sky, upon coming to power, leaves behind a lunar landscape and a whine of hunger at the sun!
  Matryona, laughing deafeningly, remarked:
  - The devil in every politician urges him to take the place of the Almighty God, but the politician has very little talent!
  Marusya, shooting at the enemies and confidently mowing them down, noted:
  - Man strives to become omnipotent, but his moral progress does not make him better!
  The girls, as you can see, are extremely witty.
  And the war continues along its established path. Jet aircraft are being tested in the Third Reich. And this is also a rather serious argument in the dispute with the USSR.
  Hitler, of course, isn't very pleased. The war drags on, and Russia stubbornly resists, though it too is giving in. The battles rage like the crater of a volcano.
  Late October. Kalmykia is completely captured, and the Nazis are advancing through Dagestan.
  The Nazis' successes, though modest, are constant. The Black Sea Fleet is on the brink of destruction.
  The entire crew on the destroyer is made up of girls. A beautiful crew, to say the least. The girls wear striped shirts and run around barefoot, their round heels flashing.
  Alice, the destroyer commander, confidently orders an attack on the fascist cruiser. She launches a torpedo and remarks:
  - In war, as in a good theater, the next act is unpredictable, tears will definitely be shed!
  Andriana, her partner, commanded a whole brood of girls. They ran around, their bare, round heels flashing, squealing. They were aiming the mine launcher.
  Andriana roared:
  - 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!
  Veronica, having fired a cannon at the Nazis, purred:
  - War is like a movie: the action is captivating, it's never boring, but, alas, it really does kill!
  A destroyer carrying barefoot, tanned, slender, and very beautiful girls jumps from side to side. It's tossed around like a feather.
  Alice, stamping her slender, bare feet, yelped:
  - If you are not easy-going, you will rest easy in war!
  Andriana, shooting accurately from the cannon, noted:
  - A girl who can fight is a knight!
  Alice corrected herself, firing:
  - No, she is a hero!
  And the warriors burst out laughing. And they stuck out their tongues. And the beauties' legs, so graceful, left traces of blood on the deck. Powerful girls.
  And naked, their heels are so round and graceful.
  Alice remembered being captured, and the Nazis stroking the sole of her foot with a thin, red-hot whip. There you are, almost naked, hanging on the rack. Your bare feet are clamped in stocks. And they tickle you with red-hot rods. And now a red iron is being cauterized onto a scarlet nipple.
  Alice was tortured and tormented for several days. But the girl managed to escape.
  She told the guard officer that she knew a place on the sea where a container of gold evacuated from Sevastopol had been dumped. The fascist fell for it.
  But Alice, despite all the torture, remained cheerful. They unchained her and, with her hands tied, placed her in a boat. And with her bare feet, slightly burned by the rack, she managed to pick up a pistol and shoot two fascists. Then she untied the ropes and swam away. She pulled it off skillfully. And earned the girls' respect.
  The Special Department tried to pick on her, but Alisa threatened to cause an accident and hang her from a tree. They chickened out.
  Alice is a very feisty girl...
  She even wittily concluded:
  - The executioner loves an axe as a weapon, but in battle he has an axe-like skill!
  Andriana agreed with this, slapping her chiseled feet:
  - You can still make soup with an axe, but what is written with a heroic pen cannot be cut out with an executioner's axe!
  Yuliana is a very beautiful girl. She's wearing only a thin strip of striped fabric over her chest and panties. But she's so wonderful and beautiful. All the girls on the destroyer have bare feet, and they're very seductive.
  When Germans are captured, they are forced to kiss the girls' round, bare feet. And the prisoners obediently do so. They lick the girls' feet and kiss them with great pleasure.
  Juliana sang:
  - We are not evil robbers,
  And we don"t want to kill...
  But my bare heels ache,
  I want to punch everyone in the face!
  Girls, of course, are able to savor any success.
  Andriana stamped her bare heels and said:
  - Oh, new frontiers, don"t make me laugh!
  Alice agreed:
  - The possibilities are endless for those who don't set limits for themselves!
  Veronica slapped her bare feet, her bare heels clanked, and bared her teeth and said:
  - Even the strongest person cannot handle overwhelming ambitions!
  Andriana wittily remarked, baring her teeth and firing her cannon:
  - Man is far from God, because he is not far from the macaque in his imitation of nature!
  Veronica, crushing the streams of advancing Nazis with precise shots, muttered:
  - A politician is a god in his ambitions, a face in his methods, and an outright pig in his enjoyment of the results!
  Soviet girls are good fighters. But there are also German ones, of course, and they're also beauties in bikinis and barefoot.
  For example, Gerda is a rare fighter.
  She and her partners sat down on the newest Panther-2 tank.
  The girls shoot at Soviet troops and cry.
  We are evil she-wolves, it is not for us to retreat!
  And they wink their eyes....
  Gerda, using her bare toes, hit the Russian soldiers and squealed with pleasure:
  - He who is not a wolf in life is skinned three times, he who is not a fox in mind is gutted like a chicken!
  Charlotte also fired a precise shell, penetrating a Soviet tank, shattering its armor, and yelped:
  -The wolf is always hungry, man is always dissatisfied, and a politician cannot speak a word of truth!
  Christina, shooting very accurately at the enemy and hitting Russian tanks with a lethal shell, noted:
  - The fox has valuable fur, but the fox's assurances from politicians are worth nothing!
  Magda took the gun and aimed it at the enemy, fired with her bare toes and muttered:
  - There is more milk from a goat than from a politician who is a ram in mind!
  Gerda, continuing to shoot accurately at Soviet vehicles, noted:
  - Politicians are at odds with each other during elections, like between the plague and cholera, although politicians are much more contagious in their schizophrenia!
  Charlotte, having fired at the T-34 and blown off its turret, declared:
  - A politician has a wolf's nose for profit, but he himself is a pig ready to be gutted!
  Christina deftly launched the projectile with her bare toes and said:
  - A politician is a ram that strives for the lion's throne, and having reached the top, turns into a fox that guts the voters-chickens!
  Magda noted aggressively, sending a gift of death to the Soviet self-propelled gun with her bare toes:
  - They don't trust politicians, but they vote, they don't understand music, but they listen to it willingly, they don't eat noodles, but they listen to it willingly!
  And their Panther-2 is very active. And it fires its projectiles very accurately.
  The German machine crushes all Soviet tanks very confidently.
  Gerda shoots and sings:
  - One, two, three - tear the councils apart!
  Charlotte fires very accurately, hitting her opponents and whistling:
  - We are the strongest in the world!
  Christina, firing with her bare toes, piercing the thirty-four, added:
  - We'll flush all our enemies down the toilet!
  Magda hit the enemy and blurted out:
  - The Fatherland does not believe in tears!
  Gerda squeaked:
  - And we'll give the evil oligarchs a good beating!
  Charlotte wittily remarked, hitting a Soviet howitzer with a shell:
  - Gold is only beautiful in appearance, but in reality, humanity has always suffered from this metal and become arrogant!
  Christina, shooting at the enemies, expressed herself wittily:
  - By exposing her breasts, it"s easier for a woman to rip three skins off a man!
  Magda, shooting at her opponents, made an original remark:
  - The bare feet of girls put men in galoshes!
  The girls on the tank are naturally graceful. And the female pilots are the coolest among the Fritzes.
  Albina and Alvina are the most feared aces in the universe. They've already reached five hundred aircraft shot down each. Only Marseille is ahead of them. He was awarded the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross for the Soviet Navy's five hundredth aircraft. But Albina and Alvina started fighting much later, and so they'll soon overtake Marseille.
  Albina and Alvina received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds for the five hundredth aircraft.
  And now they are fighting with red pilots.
  Albina presses the buttons with her bare toes, shoots down five Soviet planes at once and squeals:
  - If a man's mind is a boot, then he will always end up in a galosh!
  Alvina, firing at Russian planes and shooting them down with her bare toes, noted:
  - A woman's foot, exposed at the right time, will put you in the galosh of any boot!
  Albina, firing very accurately at the Soviet vehicles, responded wittily, baring her teeth:
  - A man who often looks at bare female legs is in trouble!
  And both girls, having knocked down a couple more Yaks, squealed:
  - A bare woman's foot fits well under the heel and fits perfectly into the galosh!
  The warriors can be seen here at a great height.
  But if there are magnificent German pilots, then there will also be wonderful Soviet Komsomol girls.
  Who fight with great force and also successfully drive back the hordes of the Third Reich.
  Anastasia Vedmakova took it upon herself to knock down the German with her bare toes and squealed:
  - A man is ready to turn himself inside out just to rip a girl's shoes off!
  Akulina Orlova, while shooting at the Nazis, wittily noted:
  - You can turn any boot inside out with a bare woman's heel!
  Anastasia also hit the Fritzes and squealed:
  - A woman's bare foot will turn any man inside out, even if he is the last boot!
  Akulina Orlova, shot down a Focke-Wulf and hissed, baring her beautiful teeth;
  - If you want to turn a man inside out, take off your shoes; if you want to put him in a galosh, expose your heel!
  And the girls sang in chorus:
  War rages in the universe,
  destroying and killing without reason...
  Satan has broken free from his chains -
  And death came with him!
  
  And who will stop the flow,
  Bloody and furious rivers...
  A laser beam will hit your temple,
  And in a flash the man disappeared!
  
  And such chaos,
  Flooded the universe...
  The sad lot of humanity,
  Endure pain, suffering!
  The girls may be partly right. War isn't happiness. But at the same time, it's also fun.
  Two aspiring German pilots, Eva and Gertrud, fight in attack variants of the Focke-Wulf. They attack Soviet ground targets from the air.
  Eva, firing and releasing a rocket, notes:
  - Why is childhood barefoot? Because a woman's bare foot makes men lose their heads, as if they were boys!
  Gertrude fired the rocket, pressing her bare heel on the pedal and smashing a Soviet army bunker, and squeaked:
  - The desire to see a naked woman makes a man turn inside out!
  Eva hit the T-34 again, breaking through the turrets and wittily remarked:
  - To undress a woman, you first need to put her shoes on properly!
  Gertrude struck her opponent with the bare, round heel of her graceful foot and remarked:
  - Having undressed at the right time, a businesswoman will skin a man alive!
  Eva fired a rocket at the Soviet bunkers and said:
  - A woman who undresses in time will not become a tramp and will completely cheat a man!
  Gertrude, having hit the Soviet troops with lethal force, confirmed:
  - A barefoot woman will put a boot on a man, put him in a galosh, turn him inside out and make him the last tramp!
  Here, of course, the girls' logic is that you can't argue with it. And the girls fight barefoot and in bikinis.
  And they love handsome young men, and generally those who are simply super.
  And if they start singing, they will kill a hundred men!
  These are girls, worthy on both sides and very beautiful, so that men really turn inside out!
  CHAPTER No 5.
  The city of Grozny, completely surrounded by Nazi troops, fell in early November 1943. The battalion with the girls broke out of the encirclement and retreated to Shali.
  There were mountains here, rugged terrain, and holding the line became easier. German tanks were quite heavy, especially the Maus, and fighting them in the mountains was quite difficult. The T-3 tank had already been taken out of production, but a modernized version of the T-4 was still in production. Although it was obsolete, it could still fight against the T-34-76. And fight well. Its gun was even more powerful and had a higher muzzle velocity than the T-34's.
  Tamara and the girls fought in Shali. The girls tried to hold on to this very large mountain village-a veritable city.
  The beauties fought very courageously.
  Tamara threw a grenade with her bare foot, fired a burst and cooed:
  - For the Motherland USSR!
  Anna opened fire on the Nazis. A lighter T-4 tried to climb the slope. The girl, throwing a grenade with her bare foot, knocked out the Nazi tank and squealed:
  - For our mother Fatherland!
  Akulina, firing at the Fritzes and with her bare heel, handed over the deadly foil-wrapped one, and yelped:
  - The Motherland is always holy!
  Veronica, shooting at the enemy and throwing lemons with her bare toes, said:
  - For Russia of giants!
  Olympiada, this giant woman, also threw a grenade at the Nazis with her bare toes and squealed:
  - For communism!
  Tamara, firing accurately at the Nazis and cutting them down like shavings from a tree, said:
  - The more oak trees in the army, the stronger our defense!
  Anna noted, baring her teeth and shooting at the fascists with colossal accuracy and fury:
  "I will destroy you all."
  The "Lion" tank, a large vehicle with a long-barreled gun. It has a brand-new 105-millimeter cannon, with a barrel length of 100 EL. And it turns out to be a very long gun. And that trunk sticks out with lethal force.
  Akulina fires a bazooka at the fascists and screams:
  - Glory to the era of communism!
  Victoria also fires and roars:
  - Glory to the heroes of Russia!
  Olympiada confirms this by shooting at the Nazis and throwing a grenade with her bare toes:
  - Greatest glory!
  The girls are phenomenal, and quite charming, it must be said. And their coolness is colossal.
  Tamara, shooting at the enemy and baring her teeth, says:
  - For Russia and freedom until the end!
  Anna, firing at the enemy, aggressively says, throwing a grenade with her bare toes:
  - Let's make our hearts beat in unison!
  And winks at his partners.
  Akulina also fires a burst, mows down her opponents, and roars:
  - For my victories through the roof!
  Akulina Petrovskaya is no ordinary girl. She's been through a lot. She was caught stealing and was arrested. She also spent time in a juvenile correctional facility. But she survived. She walked barefoot through snowdrifts, but she only grew healthier and stronger.
  Victoria fights with frenzied fury. She fires a burst at the enemy. The Fritzes fall, knocked down. Then, with her bare toes, she hurls a grenade. The motorcycle flips over.
  The girl cooed:
  - For the mighty frontiers!
  Olympiada fights with a savage fury. Her blows are powerful and devastating. She is truly a monster girl. And she batters her opponents like this. She actively exterminates the fascists. She doesn't give them the slightest chance.
  The Olympics roars at the top of its lungs:
  - Glory to space communism!
  Tamara, shooting at the fascists, roars:
  - Glory to Lenin's communism!
  Anna fires at her enemies and squeals:
  - For the USSR!
  Akulina mows down her enemies and growls, squealing:
  - For the highest level of aerobatics!
  Victoria, shooting at the fascists, yelped:
  - For the most phenomenal victories!
  The Olympics, crushing Hitler's tank, muttered:
  - For communism of the USSR!
  Tamara is also firing. She's quite accurate, slicing through her opponents with precise bursts. She mows down like a scythe and squeals:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  Anna, shooting at the fascists and cutting them down with precise swings of her scythe, exclaims:
  - Great glory to the heroes!
  And she throws grenades with her bare toes. Now that's a woman.
  Akulina, cutting down the Fritzes, roars aggressively:
  - For communism!
  And his muscular body twitches.
  Victoria also beats up the fascists. And with her bare toes, she throws deadly gifts at her opponents and squeals:
  - For the greatness of the world!
  Olympiada also fires at the enemies. She knocks them out like a club, and roars:
  - Glory to great communism!
  And with his bare toes he throws a grenade with deadly force, tearing apart his enemies.
  So the five took on the enemies and started mowing them down, and started exterminating them, and grinding them down.
  The Germans were stopped and bogged down. Things became difficult, and they were squabbling.
  Here are the gas projectors firing, and acting aggressively. And destroying Soviet positions.
  The Sturmtiger also fires from a distance at the enemy - the Red Army.
  The German girls aim the "Bear" self-propelled howling gun and how they fire it at the enemy. And they really, really hit them. And the shell, weighing one and a half hundred kilograms, tears apart Soviet trenches and bunkers.
  Warrior Frida roars:
  - For our greatest Third Reich!
  And winks at his partners. After which the barefoot fascist girls fire again.
  And it flies, roaring and destructive. And when it hits, a whole funnel of earth boiling with heat forms.
  The Germans are really getting the better of the Soviet troops. One of the very first TA-152 aircraft is flying overhead. A multirole aircraft, similar to the Focke-Wulf, but more advanced, faster, more maneuverable, with powerful armament and armor. It can be used as both a fighter and a ground attack aircraft.
  For Soviet troops, the vehicle could, frankly speaking, become a big problem.
  Helga flies a TA-152 and attacks a pair of Soviet tanks trying to approach Shali. She fires accurately. She pierces the roof of the first T-34's turret and roars:
  - I am a fighting beauty!
  And then he attacks the second car, which is trying to accelerate. But shifting gears isn't that easy.
  The TA-152 penetrates this victim with its 37mm cannon.
  Helga responded by singing:
  - It carried me away, carried me away somewhere, carried me away!
  And she winked at herself... There's a Yak-9 trying to attack her. The German girl easily shoots it down with a tap of her bare foot on the trigger and confidently winks, saying:
  - I'm really super!
  Helga, it seems, is a woman of great aplomb. And she conducts bloody experiments on her enemies.
  And if it hits, it will be so bad that no one will feel the pain.
  Helga shoots at Soviet vehicles and squeals:
  - Why, it"s impossible to live according to one"s mind!
  And she hits the steering wheel with her bare heels. Now that's a girl for girls, a girl for girls.
  And if he starts roaring...
  Albina and Alvina in the sky are also very active and combative warriors.
  And the girls, crashing Russian planes, think that life is good and that life is good.
  And with their bare toes they aim aircraft cannons at their targets. Soviet aircraft won't survive. And the girls beat them like that. They don't give them the slightest chance.
  Yes, there were fighting girls,
  Yes, they say some more...
  They attacked Russia boldly,
  Literally Satan!
  Albina is a warrior of the battle order and roars at the top of her lungs:
  - I"ll be great, I"ll be me! Super champion!
  And with his bare heel he will slam down on the keyboard and tear his opponents into tiny pieces.
  Alvina, shooting at her opponents, roars at the top of her lungs:
  - And who will we find in the forest,
  And who will we find in the forest...
  We won't joke about that,
  we'll tear it to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  And with her bare heel, she'll grab the enemy into a deadly embrace. Now that's a girl-the coolest girl of all!
  A warrior of the most combative hackwork. And as warlike and aggressive as a panther.
  And the big German cats are on the attack. They're storming Astrakhan. And destroying large numbers of Soviet soldiers' homes.
  And they die, but they don't surrender. These are the kinds of stubborn battles that rage.
  Gerda, of course, is at the forefront of the attack and ready to fight. So she shoots, just like a female Robin Hood in a bikini. And she's a total badass.
  And if she also sticks a scarlet nipple in the guy"s mouth.
  Her Panther-2 is working. Incidentally, the girls are riding a slightly different tank with a 75mm 100 EL cannon. It's more penetrating and fires faster. And it carries more ammo than the 88mm cannon.
  Gerda shoots using her bare toes and squeals:
  - One, two, three... Tear it apart with napalm!
  Charlotte also fired after her and yelped:
  - Four, eight, five - let"s play quickly!
  Christina fired, penetrating a Soviet tank, and chirped:
  - We will boldly go into battle for the power of the Nazis...
  Magda fired with her bare feet and chirped aggressively:
  - And we will kill them all - all the communists!
  The girls act with extreme and insane aggression. And their Panther-2 overturns a Soviet howitzer with a precise shot.
  The girls giggle and sing:
  - Glory to our world...
  And Elizaveta, in her T-34, launches a wild attack. She presses the trigger with her bare heel. And knocks down the enemy, screeching:
  - Let there be communism!
  With her bare toes, Catherine sends a lethal projectile through the enemy and squeals at the top of her lungs:
  - For a great Russia!
  Elena fired at the fascists. The shell hit the Panther's forehead and ricocheted.
  The girl barked:
  - We will have communism!
  Euphrasiya also slashed at the enemy with her bare toes. She penetrated the T-4 and yelped:
  - Glory to communism!
  These are such fighting girls. And the way they shoot, the shells fly beautifully, and the T-34 itself is moving. And try hitting something on the move with a machine like that. It's extremely difficult.
  But the girls get caught, and they fight in bikinis and barefoot. The warriors are beautiful and wonderful.
  And if they do hit, it'll be a real pain in the ass. And they're firing shells with wild fury.
  Elizabeth, using her bare toes to shoot at the enemy and knock down enemies, chirped:
  - Glory to the ideas of communism! Glory to our Fatherland!
  Ekaterina also fired, using her bare toes, hitting the Fritzes and squealing:
  - For the Fatherland and victory to the end!
  Elena, shooting at her opponents, responded aggressively, baring her pearly teeth and winking with her sapphire eyes:
  - Glory to our space communism!
  Euphrasia, shooting at the enemy, hitting him with colossal, phenomenal accuracy, said:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin - hurray!
  The girls are clearly dashing and can do anything...
  Now it is December 1943.
  Alenka and her team are also fighting in Astrakhan and are still holding out. The heroine is the one doing the fighting.
  Alenka fires a burst, mows down a line of Nazis, then throws a gift of death with her bare toes and roars:
  - A man is similar to a gibbon, only, unfortunately, more often in intellect than in potency!
  Anyuta, firing at the enemy and cutting down the enemies, kicked the explosive packet with her bare heel and squealed:
  - A man has the stubbornness of a donkey, the ambitions of a lion, but in reality he is a goat!
  Alla, firing accurately at the Fritzes, squeaked:
  - A man for a woman is like a cesspool for a cow, you can"t do without him, but it"s disgusting to approach him!
  Maria, firing at the fascists, wittily replied:
  - What do a man and a toilet in a women's restroom have in common? Women only bleat at men!
  Marusya, cutting down the Nazis and throwing grenades with her bare toes, yelped:
  - A woman is a cunning fox who is capable of devouring any lion like a rabbit!
  Matryona, mowing down the fascists and knocking down the mercenaries with her bare toes, muttered:
  - A woman needs a man as a whipping boy, if she doesn"t beat a man, there will be no life!
  Alenka, firing at the Fritzes, yelped:
  - A woman needs men like a pig needs horns, but a fur coat given by men is precious!
  And the barefoot team of girls burst into laughter, baring their teeth and throwing grenades with their bare toes.
  The warrior girls are brave. Fighting is their element, fighting is their element!
  It looks like they're not going to give up Astrakhan. The girls here are truly fierce.
  The Third Reich's military forces are colossal. The new tank divisions are so powerful. Tank production is increasing. There are no bombings, and there is the ability to supply labor from the Italian, French, Belgian, and Dutch African possessions.
  And also from Africa to extract oil, tungsten, and many elements, including uranium.
  In other words, new tanks are being churned out. In particular, the appearance of the Panther-2, better protected and more heavily armed, with a more powerful engine, has had a significant impact on the course of the war.
  Tanks and aircraft are becoming more numerous. Work on the Ju-488 is already nearing completion. It's the Third Reich's first mass-produced aircraft with four engines. It's extremely powerful and fast. Its unique feature is its relatively small wing area, allowing the bomber to fly at speeds of 700 kilometers per hour. This means Soviet fighters will definitely not be able to catch it.
  So the USSR is facing a new problem. The Red Army's strength is truly depleted. Schoolchildren are being put to work at the machine tools. Teenagers as young as fourteen are already fighting, practically officially. Boys, of course, are quick and generally good fighters. At a young age, it's even easier to hide and climb a tree. And they master military skills faster. Teenagers fight just as well as adults, but they're harder to hit. And psychologically, shooting children is more difficult.
  The Germans have quite a lot of female snipers, and it would be awkward and embarrassing for any female to shoot fighters who are too young...
  In the USSR, conscription began as early as fourteen years old. Pensioners were also drafted. Women were increasingly joining the armed forces. Tank and air force units, as well as snipers, were especially eager to recruit women. Women make good snipers. And since they're typically shorter than men, they're more comfortable fighting in tanks and aircraft. Teenagers often fought in tanks, too. It's worth noting that boys and women have more sensitive skin, and their planes and tanks are less likely to be hit than those of adult men. Teenagers also excel as snipers. A boy can squeeze through a tighter gap, camouflage himself, or climb a tree. Fighters under fourteen are also becoming common in the army.
  War, after all, consumes human resources. And the territory under Soviet control is shrinking. And they still have to fight off Japan's numerous infantry. And the samurai have some pretty good tanks, especially self-propelled guns. They also introduced a medium tank, comparable in power to the T-34, and even stronger in frontal armor.
  So it's dangerous to underestimate Japan. And to fight it, we need soldiers.
  Stalin was growing nervous and increasingly enraged. On December 25, 1943, an order was issued that the family members of those who surrendered would be shot, including children twelve years old and older, while younger children would be sent to labor colonies.
  Blocking detachments were used more and more frequently. They executed more frequently and resorted to torture.
  Stalin was becoming simply unbearable. Beria was the first to try to negotiate a separate peace with the Nazis. But Hitler didn't want peace. He wanted to completely conquer the USSR. Especially while the Allies were beyond his control and reach.
  Jet aircraft were being developed in the Third Reich, primarily the ME-262, but this fighter needed more reliable engines to avoid crashing too often.
  The Arado bomber and the Ju-287 project also seemed promising.
  The newest TA-152 performed well in practice, as a multi-role aircraft and quite fast. Overall, the German military was still superior in the air. Moreover, due to aluminum shortages, Soviet Yaks and Laggies were heavier and less maneuverable than their benchmark aircraft. Thus, the quality of Soviet aviation fell to a critical level. The ME-309, with its powerful armament, even taking into account its maneuverability issues, coped well with Soviet aircraft, displacing the ME-109. The TA-152 was supposed to replace the Focke-Wulf.
  So the Germans are more or less playing hockey... But work was being done on the technology.
  For example, the Lev-2 promised to be the first tank to feature this new layout. By placing the transmission and engine in a single unit at the front of the tank and shifting the turret to the rear, the Germans saved on the cadar shaft and reduced the vehicle's height. As a result, the Lev-2 was much lighter, and therefore faster.
  Due to wartime difficulties, heavy tank production in the USSR almost ceased, and almost all production was standardized on the T-34-76. Therefore, the Nazis, when designing a new main battle tank, no longer intended to make the side armor too thick. The Lev could have been kept to a weight of fifty-five tons, with a 1,200-horsepower engine. However, the Lev-2 tank's weight could have been further reduced by downsizing its gun. The previous caliber had clearly become excessive. Moreover, the T-34s had poor armor, and even the obsolete German 37-mm gun was already penetrating them.
  Stalin was clearly freaking out... He was ranting and raving... But he couldn't do anything about it...
  On New Year's Day, the Germans launched an assault on the still unoccupied part of Astrakhan in the Volga Delta. The presence of numerous river obstacles, difficult terrain, and the proximity of the Caspian Sea allowed the Red Army to prolong Astrakhan's defense and hold it even better than Stalingrad. Moreover, the Soviet girls demonstrated unparalleled heroism.
  In the Caucasus, especially in winter, advancing through the mountains is extremely difficult. However, the Germans advanced along the more convenient Caspian Sea coast. Makhachkala became the line of defense where Soviet troops, gathering all their strength, attempted to stop the Nazis.
  But there was a shortage of ammunition, which was only delivered by sea...
  Tamara fought desperately with her barefoot battalion of girls.
  The warriors fought stubbornly and showed unparalleled heroism and the greatest courage.
  And they fought almost naked in winter and frost.
  Tamara threw a grenade with her bare foot and fired a burst, mowing down the opponents and squealed:
  - For the USSR!
  Anna also threw a grenade with her bare toes and squealed:
  - For communism!
  Akulina fired a well-aimed burst, knocked out the enemies and yelped:
  - For the greatness of Russia!
  Victoria struck the enemy, began to mow down the enemy, cutting off his beard like a razor, and muttered:
  - The USSR will stand!
  Olympiada, firing at the enemy and throwing an explosive packet with her bare toes, yelped:
  - For the Fatherland and victory to the end!
  That's how girls fight. They act desperately and with colossal determination.
  Tamara, while shooting, noted:
  - The devil won't take them, and then we will!
  The fights here are brutal and at the same time constructive....
  Anastasia Vedmakova is fighting in the sky... Her face even twists with rage, and she squeals:
  - Long live the era of communism!
  And with his bare toes he points an aircraft cannon at the target and shoots down enemy planes, after which he squeals:
  - For your work success!
  Akulina Orlova, knocking down her opponents, confidently roars, baring her teeth:
  - For such great communism, all over the planet!
  The pilot shouts:
  - Even children know us!
  And with his bare toes he aims an aircraft cannon at the target, and destroys the enemy, and squeals:
  - In the name of the era of communism!
  Let's face it, this girl is a terminator and a searing flame. No volcano can compare to her.
  Akulina Orlova sang:
  - For several days now, I have been dreaming about faith in God, I am so lazy, I don"t want to pray!
  And she winked aggressively at the beauties.
  There are some fights here...
  The girls' planes are outdated. And that's a major drawback. They're also heavy and not very maneuverable...
  One of the boys who fought was shot down and didn't have time to bail out. And that, of course, was a colossal feat.
  The girls are fighting in the air and are cheerful...
  Albina and Alvina fight in good ME-309 fighters and, of course, actively collect scores.
  The girls are very proud of their achievements...
  Albina shot down a Soviet plane with the help of her graceful, bare foot and squealed:
  - For our eagles!
  Alvina mowed down three Russian vehicles with one burst and yelped:
  - For our falcons!
  The girls took on the task with gusto... And they also love torturing Russian soldiers.
  A boy pilot of about fourteen was captured. And they fried his beautiful, round, childish heels. And then they started pouring ice water over him naked... Then boiling water, and then ice water again.
  These are the fighting beauties...
  Albina sang:
  -For our fangs, claws, teeth, fists!
  Alvina screamed at the top of her lungs:
  - They really want a good fight!
  And the girls continued to perform miracles with their bare toes and shoot down Soviet planes.
  However, the Russian pilots responded to them too. Alisa and Angela had just transferred to the Yak-9. And they started thrashing the Germans and singing while doing so;
  You are the embodiment of a valiant country,
  Comrade Lenin and Comrade Stalin...
  In the USSR all people are truly equal,
  And fists made of cast iron and steel!
  
  Lenin is not afraid of the beast Adolf,
  Now Vladimir is the leader, Comrade Stalin...
  We hit the Fritzes right in the eye,
  All the Nazis were torn apart at once!
  
  Russia is my homeland,
  Great, boundless Fatherland...
  All nations are one family,
  We will soon live under communism!
  
  Let's make our country stronger,
  Let Russia quickly turn green...
  We'll hit the fascist in the forehead more accurately,
  And our power, believe me, does not turn to stone!
  
  And Jesus as a leader is quite great,
  He is our Lord, and the White God of the Universe...
  And the Fuhrer will be beaten very badly,
  After all, our daring has become unchanged!
  
  Yes, for the sake of our holy Motherland,
  We will fight the Fritz with all our might...
  A girl runs barefoot through the snow,
  She wants to fight in furious anger!
  
  Yes, Stalin has now become the Soviet leader,
  So great, so brave, so skillful...
  Don't touch Russia, enemy of communism,
  Although the power of Lucifer is with you!
  
  We can get Hitler, believe me,
  Even though he is endowed with demonic power...
  One Hitler is a predatory beast,
  Although, to be honest, the Fritzes are not idiots!
  
  In short, we fighters will enter Berlin,
  Lenin, aka Stalin, will be with us there...
  We'll easily tear apart the fascists like puppies,
  And believe me, our strength will not diminish!
  CHAPTER No 6.
  The year 1944 dawned... Despite the extremely difficult situation at the front, the USSR was working on developing new equipment. In particular, great hopes were pinned on the IS-2 tank and its powerful armament. The 122-millimeter gun could have been a powerful argument in the war against the Nazis. Hopes were also pinned on the T-34-85, with a more powerful gun and a larger turret, but the same hull and chassis.
  The situation with aircraft was worse. The Yak-3 couldn't go into production due to a shortage of high-quality duralumin, and the LaGG-7's new engine meant production couldn't be launched without a decline.
  So Stalin decided that for now, the Yak-9 and LaGG-5 would remain the primary Soviet fighters, while the IL-2, which was easy to produce and durable, would serve as the primary ground attack aircraft. As for tanks, he would gradually transition to the T-34-85 and IS-2.
  Although, so that there is no decline in production...
  The front was bursting at the seams, the Germans were capturing the Caucasus. Makhachkala had fallen, and they were already approaching the borders of Azerbaijan!
  Here Tamara fought with her women's battalion. Once again, the girls, in tattered tunics and barefoot, fought against superior enemy forces.
  Tamara fired a burst at the fascists, mowing down some of the enemy. Then, with her bare toes, she hurled a lethal grenade and chirped:
  - Glory to the USSR!
  Anna shot at the Nazis with great accuracy. And with her bare toes, she threw lethal grenades, tearing the enemy apart.
  After which she yelled:
  - Glory to communism!
  Akulina, firing at the enemy, cut down the Nazi infantry. She cut down the Fritzes by throwing a grenade with her bare feet and squealed:
  - For our great mother Russia!
  Victoria, shooting at the enemy and throwing grenades at him with her bare foot, noted:
  - For the great Motherland!
  Olympiada, also firing from a machine gun, yelped:
  - Glory to the times of great communism!
  The girls are great fighters...
  They fight like beauties should...
  Tamara, fighting, recalled the beginning of the war. How she had been forced to flee from the German troops. She had heard the booming booms of gunfire. The girl had fled from the cannonade. Her friend Tatyana had been captured by the Germans, who had taken her new shoes, ripped off her jewelry and earrings. And they had driven her barefoot into captivity... Tatyana was the daughter of the regional party committee secretary, and she rarely had to go barefoot. It was a humiliation of her pride, walking barefoot like a commoner, and it hurt her tender soles. The girl's feet had bled and she groaned with every step.
  Tamara was also wearing the new boots she'd been given, and the long walk had left her heels sore. She took them off and went barefoot. She was a girl from a village that had served in Ukraine. Her feet had walked on mountain slopes as a child. And that, of course, was nothing compared to the roads on the plains. True, the calluses on her soles had already disappeared, making walking less comfortable. But her feet quickly hardened again. And she suffered little.
  But Tatyana's legs soon became so bruised that she could no longer walk. The Germans would have shot her, but they took pity on the beauty. They put her in a cart, but in exchange, they forced her to sing. Tatyana had a pleasant voice, and she sang them several politically neutral songs.
  Tamara didn't know what happened next. She walked through the forest, feeling the bumps, twigs, and lumps under her bare feet, and she even found it pleasant. When you walk over sharp mountain rocks, even your calloused soles become prickly and painful after a long walk. And walking on thorns is even more unpleasant. When those pierce your soles, it hurts even more, even for a girl's rough soles.
  Tamara was overcome by fatigue and hunger during the hike. She ate berries, but it wasn't enough. Meanwhile, the Germans were rapidly advancing. Accustomed to mountain life, Tamara didn't have a good sense of direction in the Ukrainian forests. She got lost and found herself deep in the rear.
  And so, like a cornered cat in the forest, the girl caught the Germans on a motorcycle. They stopped the car with the sidecar to get some water. And Tamara got to her machine gun and started firing at the enemy. She cut down hesitantly, but accurately. And the fascists fell and writhe in agony. Tamara finished them off. She kicked one in the chin with her bare heel, and he fell. And the girl finished him off.
  After which the beauty climbed onto the motorcycle, pressed the pedal with her bare foot, and took off.
  It's much more fun to move around this way than on foot and barefoot.
  Tamara hummed as she walked:
  - It's a joy, brothers, a joy, a joy to live! With our ataman, there's no need to worry!
  This is how the fighting queen emerged.
  And now she's fighting the fascists like a Komsomol Terminator. But the odds are stacked against her, and the battalion of girls is forced to retreat. The fighting here is boiling like water in a giant kettle over a volcano.
  Anna, shooting and throwing a grenade of deadly force with her bare toes, noted:
  - In war, all means are good, except suicidal ones!
  Akulina, firing at the enemy and knocking down the Nazis, noted:
  - We will be first in everything!
  And the girl's bare heel gave way to the gift of destruction.
  Victoria, firing at the fascists and cutting down the enemies with automatic fire, yelped:
  - There will be no mercy for the enemies!
  And she winked at her partners.
  Olympiada threw a heavy bunch of grenades with her bare, chiseled feet and squeaked:
  - For the greatness of the most humane court in the world and communism!
  The warriors here are truly glorious, and as if from the space age.
  They fight with colossal ferocity.
  But the Nazis continued to advance across the Caucasus. In February 1944, the Germans and Turks joined forces, cutting the Soviet forces into two unequal parts.
  The Führer demanded the USSR be finished off. Astrakhan was still holding out. The Nazis, as always, were in fighting shape... The first ME-262s were fighting in the air. It should be noted that they didn't cause a sensation. At high speed, 30mm aircraft cannons are not very effective at hitting targets. This should be taken seriously. The ME-262 also has some problems due to its heavy weight, particularly with maneuverability.
  The TA-152, a more successful aircraft, was beloved by pilots and became a workhorse. Indeed, it served as a frontline bomber, fighter, and attack aircraft. There were even suggestions to completely convert the German air force to this aircraft. Its advantages include survivability and speed, as well as powerful armament suitable for both attack and fighter roles.
  The ME-309, which is being modernized, is also increasingly being used. The ME-109 is also still in service, but it's not being retired to avoid cutting production. A new modification, the ME-109 "K," has even appeared, featuring a more powerful engine and armed with five cannons. You won't easily defeat such a machine.
  The ME-309 also received a more powerful engine and swept wings. It's a very dangerous machine. Soviet pilots are still flying old aircraft, and their performance is only declining. However, the Yak-9 isn't all that bad, quite maneuverable, and doesn't need excessive speed.
  The German forces are strong... There's been some debate about the T-34-85 tank. Should the turret armor be thicker? After all, that would increase the weight. It's also worth noting that the quality of Soviet armor has declined. There's a shortage of alloying elements, and the quality of welding and casting has fallen to critical levels.
  But the girls fight like heroines...
  Then Elizabeth's tank is destroyed and the girls leave. Barefoot and in bikinis, they run through the snow, leaving graceful footprints.
  Ekaterina noted with an angry look:
  - We are being thoroughly strangled!
  Elena noted with anger:
  - But we will still win!
  Elizabeth fired her pistol, hitting the German motorcyclist, and muttered:
  - I hit the German! He'll get what he deserves from me!
  Euphrasia noted energetically:
  - That's where they end their lives, and there's no escape!
  Ekaterina was an aggressive girl and sang:
  - In our fury, we sing the hymns of the empire!
  The girls run along, and their bare round heels flash.
  The boy, seeing the girls, asked them in fear:
  - And where did you come from, barefoot?
  Elizabeth replied:
  - We are executing a tactical maneuver!
  The boy chirped:
  - One, two - grief is not a problem,
  You should never retreat!
  Keep your nose and tail up high,
  Know that a true friend is always with you!
  Ekaterina chirped, baring her teeth:
  - Know that your true friend is always with you!
  Elena shouted:
  - Don't be afraid! We'll be back...
  And all four girls screamed in chorus;
  I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the Sun will shine -
  Light the way for communism!
  The warrior women are ready to tear any German to pieces... And barefoot in the snow, they are so sexy and beautiful. How beautiful these girls are, like blooming and unfading roses.
  Well, Hitler isn't joking, and he's swirling around our Motherland like clouds. He's sinking his teeth into our very heart and drinking our blood!
  And the girls leave behind beautiful footprints. The Germans follow these tracks and fall to their knees, watching greedily. Such are they, these wild warriors. And the Germans kiss the girls' footprints.
  And Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova are battling in the sky. Two wonderful girls.
  Anastasia, shooting down the fascists and turning her plane around using her bare toes, sang:
  - We will fight for a bright tomorrow!
  Akulina, cutting off the Nazis' tails with her bare toes, chirped:
  - Let's kiss!
  And the girls are once again thrashing the Germans without any mercy or ceremony. That's how smart they are.
  Anastasia turned her Yak-9 around again and, squeaking, yelped:
  - This is the name of communism!
  Akulina agreed with this:
  - I believe the whole world will wake up...
  Anastasia, knocking down the Germans, muttered:
  - Our homeland is our sun!
  And these are the fighting girls here, the highest Soviet class.
  And the Germans are getting it, really badly. And the military action is escalating...
  In March, the Nazis began their assault on Baku. The offensive against the large, oil-rich city was underway. Fierce fighting ensued.
  The Germans are shelling Baku using heavy artillery.
  And they bomb with attack aircraft. But the bombs are also dropped by the first, newest Ju-488s, which are distinguished by their colossal power. These machines are simply beasts.
  One of them shows Gertrude, Eva, and Frida. The beautiful girls, with an excellent view, rain bombs down on Soviet positions, killing Red Army soldiers and civilians.
  Baku is burning... Columns of smoke rise into the air. The oil wells are burning, everything is ablaze.
  Gertrude says with a grin:
  - God loves Germany!
  Eva, pressing the lever with her bare heel and dropping the bombs, agrees:
  - Of course! We are the chosen race!
  Frida sang aggressively:
  - Our people are the chosen ones of heaven!
  And she winked at her partners. These girls are so feisty, the very embodiment of aggression. And fighting spirit.
  Gertrude fired a burst from her aircraft cannons and chirped:
  - For the greatness of our Fatherland!
  Eva, shooting at the opponents, confirmed:
  - For colossal greatness!
  The girls clearly mastered the planes quickly. That's what they're all about.
  And you can't beat them so easily at cards. And they thrash their enemies with wild frenzy.
  Frida noted:
  - I am a woman of great dreams and beauty!
  After which she fired again from aircraft cannons, shooting down Soviet fighters that were trying to attack the German monster.
  Yes, it feels like you won"t be able to stand up to the Nazis.
  Baku is under attack.
  Tamara and her battalion are fighting for this city. The girls are fighting desperately and displaying unparalleled heroism.
  Tamara fired a burst, threw a grenade with her bare toes, scattering the Germans and their mercenaries, and squealed:
  "For my boundless Fatherland!"
  And she winked at her companions. She is a warrior of the highest caliber, unmatched.
  Although, of course, the other girls are not bad either. In fact, they fight very well, let's say.
  Anna, for example, took the fascists and laid them out as if with a sickle blow.
  And she chirped:
  - For the USSR!
  And with her bare heel she delivered the murderous gift of death.
  Akulina, firing at the enemy, squeaked:
  - For my Motherland!
  And with bare toes, he will launch gifts of annihilation, exterminating everyone in a row.
  Victoria fights her enemies with desperation and determination. She knocks out her opponents with bursts of fire. Then, with her bare toes, she hurls lethal grenades. And she squeals,
  "For the ideas of communism!"
  Olympiada fights too. And this powerful girl will hurl an entire crate of explosives with her bare, muscular legs. And the "Lion" tank will flip over.
  The warrior will exclaim:
  - But pasaran!
  These girls are fierce and very beautiful. They never give in or yield. They have the strength of Terminators.
  And the forces are very uneven... Baku is engulfed in flames. The Soviet troops are short of ammunition. And this is the most important problem.
  Many surrender in despair.
  Gerda and her crew force the male slaves to kiss their bare soles. They obediently do so and lick their heels.
  Then the girls climb back into the Panther-2 and fire. They knock out the Soviet guns...
  Almost the entire Caucasus has already been captured. But Yerevan still holds out. The city of Poti, the last port where the remnants of the Black Sea Fleet still hold out, is fighting heroically.
  And there, girls of different nationalities fight. And the barefoot Gulnazi's squad fights. A beautiful Georgian woman, and in her, a girl's team.
  Gulnazi throws a bag of explosives with her bare foot, tears apart the Nazis and squeals:
  - Glory to the greatness of world communism!
  Tamila, her partner, also throws a grenade with her bare foot, tearing apart the Turks and squeals:
  - For the Motherland!
  Mashka, a girl from Russia, fires a burst and throws explosive power with her bare toes, and tears apart the fascists, shouting:
  - Glory to the times of world communism!
  Margarita also fired a well-aimed burst. She mowed down the fascists and sent a gift of murderous death with her bare heel, crushing her opponents and screaming:
  - For our victory!
  This is how the girls fight heroically. And they truly cannot be stopped, nor can they be turned back. They are simply female fighters and super. And when they fight, they fight like heroes and superhumans!
  But, alas, it's difficult to hold out against the fascists and their superior forces. Albina and Alvina are racking up a steady score in the skies. And they're shooting down so many planes that they're clearly unstoppable.
  Albina, shooting down another Soviet plane with her bare toes, sang:
  - We cannot be defeated, the hunter will turn into the game!
  Alvina, cutting off her opponents and vigorously shaking her head on her powerful neck, chirped:
  - Glory to the era of the new Aryan order!
  And he also kicks with his bare heel...
  The girls had already shot down more than five hundred aircraft each and received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  These are simply incredible beauties. And if they're striking at the enemies of the Third Reich, there's no stopping these devils. They shot down over five hundred aircraft at Marseille alone. This phenomenon is certainly at its finest. Hitler even decided to establish a sixth class of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  It will be awarded to the first person to reach the 1,000-aircraft kill mark. And that would be a phenomenal achievement.
  Albina mowed down five Soviet planes with a single burst from a 30mm aircraft cannon and, pressing the triggers with her bare toes, cooed:
  - Glory to our onslaught!
  Alvina, mowing down Soviet vehicles and cutting down enemies with her bare toes, yelped:
  - Great glory to heroism!
  And the warriors winked at each other!
  They fight, as always, in bikinis and barefoot, and that's their strength. The girls are simply female supermen. Even though they serve an evil cause. And they love to fry the heels of captured pioneers with fire. That's what the girls are like here. Cruel, but cute.
  Albina once said:
  - There is no kindness in the world, there is only weakness!
  And with a bare heel, a couple of bombs dropped on Soviet positions, disabling three guns.
  These are warriors who show no mercy whatsoever! But their blows are simply devastating.
  Alvina noted with a grin:
  - There is no place for the weak under the sun!
  And she winked at her partner.
  Warriors who show no weakness and never give up. They are truly champions of champions. Although with a negative sign, since they serve an evil force.
  But at the same time they are cheerful and charming.
  Albina, baring her teeth and sending deadly air shells at her enemies, chirped:
  - The Nazi word is sacred - we will crush it forever!
  Alvina noted aggressively, knocking down her opponents:
  - We really are pirates!
  Albina, cutting down the enemies, confirmed:
  - Everything else is a dream!
  And the warriors became so devastating and knocking everyone down, as if they were hitting pucks with sticks.
  Alvina chirped, crushing the Russian planes:
  - We are Hitler's fighting eagles!
  And she winked at her partners.
  The warriors here are really tearing the enemies' guts out. The Red Army is getting a real beating from them.
  The fighting girls are so zealous in driving out Russian troops.
  And here's Helga in a TA-152, crushing Soviet ground forces. She knocks out a SPG-85 and screams:
  - For the greatness of Germany and its sons and daughters!
  But the fighting for Astrakhan still continues.
  The girls are holding on with all their might.
  Alenka throws a bomb with her bare foot. It tears apart the fascists and screams:
  - For sacred communism!
  Anyuta, firing at the Nazis and also throwing a grenade with her bare toes, squeals:
  - And for the salvation of the country!
  Alla, knocking down her opponents and mowing them down without further ado, and throwing a grenade with her bare heel, squeaked:
  - This is where our glory sounds!
  Maria, destroying her enemies, throwing gifts of death with her bare toes, roars:
  - We are great in our glory!
  Marusya, mowing down the advancing Arab mercenaries in ranks and throwing a grenade with her bare foot, howls:
  - For changes, so that prices fall at once!
  Matryona, shooting down the Nazis with a machine gun, squealed:
  - Our Motherland, the USSR! It will be crushed, sir!
  The warriors here act with great aggression. And their fighting spirit is colossal.
  Overall, they demonstrate their colossal aerobatics and truly unstoppable momentum.
  The warriors are barefoot, but happy...
  In April, the Nazis finally captured Baku. A shortage of ammunition took its toll. Poti also fell almost simultaneously. Only Yerevan, perched on the mountain slopes, held out. But it, too, was doomed. Ammunition and food supplies were running low there. The Turks hadn't yet stormed the city, and they were left to starve it out.
  The girls from Tamara's battalion partially disappeared among the underground fighters, and some, together with the commander, moved through the rear to the front... They wanted to break through to their own.
  The Caucasus has almost been completely captured, but the war continues. Although the USSR has lost its largest oil field at the time, the Red Army's spirit remains unbroken. And there is still oil in the Volga region, Siberia, and many other places.
  Hitler ordered the Russians to be finished off in Astrakhan by April 20. And the fighting unfolded on a colossal scale. And the bombings intensified sharply.
  The USSR found itself under intense pressure. Fighting also raged for Alma-Ata, which the Japanese were storming. The city was almost completely surrounded.
  The samurai, as soon as it got a little warmer, tried to develop an offensive in the direction of Magadan.
  Veronica fought in Alma-Ata and fought off the onslaught of samurai together with her battalion of girls.
  And there are a lot of them here. The Chinese, recruited through avalanche methods, are also fighting.
  The Japanese throw yellow soldiers into battle... They advance and literally shower the Soviet positions with their corpses.
  Veronica fires. She mows down Chinese and samurai in ranks. She throws grenades with her bare toes and squeals:
  - Glory to the Russian spirit!
  Marfa also fires, cutting down her opponents and squeals:
  - For our Fatherland!
  Natasha, shooting at the Japanese and Chinese soldiers recruited to serve as cannon fodder, squeals:
  - For Great Communism!
  Alina, shooting at the samurai and Chinese fighters, mowing them down with great passion, and giving the gift of death with her bare heel, squealed:
  - To the new frontiers of communism!
  Veronica shoots at the enemy with great accuracy, and pierces the Chinese heads, and at the same time squeals:
  - Glory to the Soviet land!
  And with her bare foot she sends out a colossal pomegranate that tears apart all enemies.
  Marfa, cutting down the enemy and throwing the gift of death with her bare fingers, squeals:
  - Let the era of communism rule!
  Natasha, having torn open the explosive packet with her bare foot and thrown a mass of Chinese, yelped:
  - For the new Soviet order!
  Alina, firing very accurately at the enemy, squeaked:
  - We will fight for the new frontiers of communism!
  And her bare heel dropped a bomb of destruction.
  These fighting girls seem to have sparks coming out of their eyes.
  No, the Japanese won't conquer such a thing, even with Chinese forces. And the samurai rush to the assault.
  And once again, they litter all approaches with corpses. But there are too many of them, and the battalion of barefoot beauties is forced to retreat.
  The Japanese have female ninjas. And they're very difficult to fight against.
  They're so sparkling, feisty, and beautiful. And with their bare toes, they throw gifts of great destructive power.
  A blue-haired ninja girl cuts down Soviet soldiers with swords and screams:
  - For the era of the emperor's reign!
  A yellow-haired ninja girl performs a windmill, crushes Russian soldiers, and squeals:
  - Glory to the era of banzai!
  A red-haired ninja girl used a helicopter move, cut down a Soviet officer, and barked:
  - We always win!
  A white-haired ninja girl used the butterfly move, cut down three Russian soldiers, and threw a pea with her bare toes. It exploded and overturned a T-34.
  The warrior squeaked:
  - For a new Japanese order!
  These girls here are wonderful and really cool... And the Red Army in the Far East met a serious enemy.
  But in the center, Soviet troops launched a surprise attack in the direction of Rzhev.
  Here, Elizaveta's crew fights for the first time in the new IS-2 tank, a vehicle that some hopes are pinned on. It usually has a five-person crew, but here the warriors manage with just four.
  Elizabeth fires her 122mm cannon. A devastating shell flies, describing an arc and striking a T-4 tank from a distance.
  Elizabeth exclaims:
  - Now that was a good hit!
  Ekaterina responds by charging, using her bare toes, and remarks with annoyance:
  - But the gun isn't very fast-firing!
  Elizabeth agreed with this:
  - Not an ideal tank destroyer at all!
  Elena, who helped load the gun with her bare feet, noted:
  - But it's killer!
  And then Catherine fired. And the shell struck the Panther's side from a great distance. What a lethal gun...
  Ekaterina noted:
  - We have a lot of energy and excitement!
  Elena agreed with this:
  - Quite a lot! Glory to Russia!
  Euphrasia also noted:
  - This car's visibility is poor, girls. How do you shoot from it?
  Elena logically noted:
  - We have such a keen eye! If we're going to hit, we're going to hit!
  And the warriors sang in chorus:
  - We will not be afraid and will always fight!
  CHAPTER No 7.
  On April 21, Astrakhan was still partially under Soviet control. The Germans failed to capture it completely.
  The terrain here made for a good defense. So the Germans decided to change tactics. Instead of attacks, they switched to bombing and shelling.
  Alenka and her team hid in a bunker and waited out the massive shelling.
  There were six girls, playing cards. They held the decks with their bare toes and chatted.
  Anyuta noted angrily:
  "Only Yerevan remains untaken in the Caucasus. This is our last island in this region. What will happen next?"
  Alenka logically assumed:
  - They'll most likely march on Moscow. That's their credo!
  Alla remarked with a sigh:
  - The forces are very unequal... We are really losing the war, and we don"t have enough soldiers!
  Maria logically noted:
  - And the fascists are suffering losses! They can't stand against us!
  Matryona expressed her opinion, throwing a card with her bare toes:
  - We were born to win, and we will certainly win, I know it!
  Marusya agreed, fending off her rival with her bare toes:
  - Of course, there is no doubt!
  Alenka wasn't so optimistic, throwing the card with her bare, tanned leg:
  - Perhaps we girls will have to live under occupation, but I believe that we will undoubtedly win!
  Anyuta stated decisively:
  - You can fight using guerrilla methods, and it will be very beautiful, when we fought with such people, it was very cool!
  Alla noted aggressively:
  - We must fight more actively!
  The girls let the conversation trail off. Then they changed the subject.
  Marusya noted with annoyance:
  - The number of believers is growing. Defying all logic!
  Anyuta objected to this:
  - No one has yet proven that God doesn't exist. And no one can prove otherwise. So we can argue about this endlessly.
  Alenka confirmed:
  - And arguing here is stupid and useless!
  Alla agreed with this:
  - This conversation is pointless. Moreover, if God exists, then He is such that it would be better for Him not to exist!
  Matryona giggled and noted:
  - It would be better for such a God not to exist! In the meantime, let's sing!
  And the girls began to sing in chorus;
  We girls, joining the Komsomol,
  They swore an oath of faith to be the Fatherland...
  So that a furious defeat awaits the fascists,
  Well, Russia will live under communism!
  
  After all, Lenin is with us, like metal,
  Made of bronze, who is stronger than any steel?
  I dreamed so much of turning the world upside down,
  As the great genius Stalin bequeathed!
  
  We will make the Fatherland cooler,
  And we will raise our Fatherland above the stars...
  Let there be success with the Komsomol members,
  At least our feet are completely bare!
  
  The fascist attacked my homeland,
  Samurai are brazenly creeping in from the east...
  I love Jesus and Stalin,
  And I believe we will tear the enemy to pieces!
  
  After all, the famous God Svarog is with us,
  Which communism, jokingly, will build...
  The glorious Rod is the strongest of all in the universe,
  Will add to consciousness and will!
  
  We, I believe, will never give up,
  The Fatherland cannot be brought to its knees...
  Comrade Stalin is a bright star,
  And our teacher is the wise genius Lenin!
  
  We will make our Fatherland,
  The most beautiful and radiant thing on the planet...
  And it will be, know the lethal gun,
  Let adults and children have fun!
  
  Burn Svarog, don"t burn in your heart,
  You are the patron of all swords in Russia...
  We will build soon, I believe, a powerful paradise,
  Jesus will come holy mission!
  
  Don't trust Hitler's gang, friends,
  That she will win easily and formidably...
  We all need to be one family -
  And believe me, it"s not too late to love your homeland!
  
  May the Lord Almighty protect us all,
  Raise the tricolor flag above the earth...
  And the evil predator will turn into game,
  We can cope with Satan too!
  
  I love the Great Fatherland,
  There is no one more beautiful than you in the whole universe,
  We will not sell Russia for a ruble,
  Let's build peace and happiness in the universe!
  
  In the name of our Motherland, a dream,
  Great Russia will rise...
  Everything else is just vanity,
  And a new messiah will be with us!
  
  O my almighty Lada,
  You will give love and peace to the Russian people...
  I turn to you so pleadingly,
  And if necessary, you will strike with lightning!
  
  Mary Mother of God of Heaven,
  The Universe gave Jesus...
  For your sake the great God has risen,
  People haven't lost their true taste!
  
  Note that the Komsomol members are like this,
  The gods of Russia are highly respected...
  We are the great sons of the Motherland,
  The Russians always win!
  
  We must pray to our Motherland, friends,
  Perun, Yarilo, and Svarog are mighty...
  We will be very strong husbands,
  And we will disperse even the clouds in the sky!
  
  The enemy has already been driven back from Moscow,
  You hurt the fascists very much...
  We are faithful to Jesus and Stalin,
  There will be enough tanks with guns!
  
  No, the enemy will not be able to curb the Russians,
  Because our warriors are all-powerful...
  Passing exams with only A's,
  So that every boy would be very strong!
  
  Believe me, Stalingrad will be glorious,
  And we will hold him back from the onslaught...
  The victorious alignment of the knights will come,
  Even though the blood flows in an uncontrollable stream!
  
  Girls barefoot in the frost,
  They run, their heels flashing...
  And they will hit the fascists with their fists,
  The unsociable Cain will be flattened!
  
  Everything will be alright, people, know this well,
  We are in space, we will discover constellations...
  After all, it is a sin to doubt valor,
  And there will be a man on God's throne!
  
  Science will soon resurrect the dead,
  We will be able to become younger and more beautiful...
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  To my beautiful mother Russia!
  The girls sang a whole poem well and continued playing cards barefoot...
  April 22nd was Lenin's birthday. The girls drank alcohol diluted with water and coffee and hummed to themselves...
  The Red Army was conducting its latest Rzhev-Sychevka Operation in the center. The Germans were on the defensive, fighting back. The new Soviet T-34-85 and IS-2 tanks were engaged. The latter vehicle often got stuck in the mud. Moreover, the Tiger-2 and heavier IS-2 tanks couldn't be penetrated frontally. The Panther-2 could also only be penetrated at close range.
  The German vehicle penetrated the Soviet one from a greater distance.
  Hitler was generally pleased with the Panther II, which was adequately protected and had decent performance and armament. But he demanded a tank that would be better protected and still handle well...
  In this case, the Maus proved ineffective. The E-100 was actively developed as part of the E series. The engine and transmission were to be combined, and the turret would be narrower and more sloped, like the hull. Armor thickness remained comparable to the Maus, as did armament, but the weight was to be reduced to 130 tons due to the height. The engine, however, would have been more powerful, producing 1,500 horsepower, and the tank would have had satisfactory maneuverability.
  In general, the "E" series was supposed to be a new generation of tanks, with lower silhouettes, greater, more efficient hull depression angles, powerful guns and engines, and a tightly packed layout.
  However, the Germans already had some pretty good vehicles. The Panther-2 was displacing the previous model. The new Tiger-2 also appeared, with a more powerful engine, a narrower turret, better protection, and lighter weight.
  So the fascists did not sit still.
  On April 24, 1944, the first German jet bomber, the Arado, struck Moscow with a death blow. It dropped its bomb from a high altitude and easily outran Soviet fighters.
  Hitler declared that the USSR now had no chance and that the end of the Red Army would soon come.
  On April 25, a new assault on Astrakhan began. The first earthmoving machine, the underground tank, also took part in the battle.
  Two German women, Mercedes and Dora, were fighting in it. The warriors were testing out an underground model that moved through the ground.
  So far it"s quite light, with a short-barreled 75mm cannon and four machine guns.
  The girls are pulling the machine along the ground. The drills are spinning, cutting through the rock. The movement is quite slow, seven kilometers per hour, which is not bad for machinery underground.
  Mercedes presses her bare toes on the German army's first joystick. It's very comfortable to operate and says:
  - Look how successful our German science has been!
  Dora agreed with this:
  - Yes, we can do a lot already! Our power is quite great!
  And it's also controlled with a joystick. The girls are testing out a special radar-equipped car.
  There is a Soviet battery ahead and you can dive under it.
  Mercedes, baring her teeth, remarks:
  - We will build a new order!
  And then the Nazi vehicle emerges. A high-explosive fragmentation shell hits the Soviet guns and kills the Red Army soldiers.
  Dora says with a chuckle:
  - Let the great revanchism be celebrated!
  And with her bare toes she fires precise shots. She hits the enemy and squeaks:
  - Glory to the new dream!
  Mercedes fires from machine guns and howls as she says:
  - For an era of great dreams!
  The girls laugh and applaud themselves. That's how aggressive and agile these warriors are.
  Dona remarks aggressively:
  - There is a lot of good in the world!
  And with his bare toes he presses the buttons and shoots again, at the Soviet artillerymen.
  Mercedes confirms with a smile:
  - And it will be even more beautiful!
  And she also shoots with her bare toes. That's how these fighting girls fire.
  Well, what else is there to use as a tool for war...
  The Nazi pressure on Astrakhan is growing...
  All approaches were cut off... And on May 1, 1944, Soviet troops were forced to surrender, ending their long, heroic defense of the city. This stronghold, too, fell.
  The Nazis celebrated the fall of Astrakhan with a salute. But the defense wasn't in vain. And the Nazis needed some time to replenish their troops and bring up reserves...
  The Fuhrer planned to advance in the direction of Saratov and further along the Volga with a deep bypass of Moscow.
  But while the Germans were regrouping and bringing up reserves, the fighting raged in the air.
  The German air force was attempting to consolidate its superiority. Combat trials of the ME-262 revealed the aircraft's unreliability, frequent crashes, and maneuverability issues. So, for now, there were no plans to completely replace German units with this aircraft. The TA-152, on the other hand, proved to be a superb aircraft for its time and was increasingly being adopted. The ME-309 and ME-109 remained in service.
  The ME-163 jet-powered missile fighter proved to be a good fighter for combat, but its short flight time made it almost impossible to use it in combat.
  The Arado jet bomber proved more successful; its high speed made it nearly impossible to shoot down with anti-aircraft guns, and Soviet fighters were unable to catch it. Jet reconnaissance aircraft were also quite capable. The Germans also developed other aircraft. For example, the HE-162, a fighter lighter than the ME-262, easy to produce, cheap, and maneuverable enough to be made primarily of wood. And other fighters. The ME-1010 and TA-183... And a more advanced and reliable modification of the ME-262 X. And the tailless Gotha fighters, and much more.
  However, even German propeller-driven fighters were far superior to Soviet aircraft, which were declining in quality and weak in both engines and armament. Furthermore, the Yak-9 was further simplified, now equipped with only a single 20-mm cannon, eliminating the machine gun. This reduced production costs and simplified production, and reduced weight.
  Machine guns were still weak against German aircraft. The USSR couldn't yet produce more advanced aircraft and match the Nazis in speed and armament. The heavier aircraft created maneuverability issues.
  And the lack of fuel reduced the flight training of the aircraft.
  Alvina and Albina, having mastered the ME-309's powerful armament and decent speed, were reluctant to board the ME-262, which had crashed too often. And they were already faster than the Russians.
  Alvina, cutting off the Soviet car, noted:
  - Fighting in the sky is interesting!
  Albina, using her bare feet to guide the fighter to its target and destroy it, agreed:
  - Yes, we are essentially the strongest in the world!
  And the girls burst out laughing like crazy.
  May was relatively calm. The Red Army was still trying to cut off the Rzhev salient.
  Elizaveta fired an IS-2 at the enemy... The Soviet vehicle only had decent protection on the upper front of the hull. The turret's front is inadequately protected, and can be penetrated even at close range by the T-4's guns. However, the latter tank was finally discontinued in May, along with the Panther and the regular Lev and Maus. Now, the Patera-2 and Tiger-2 are in production, as standardized as possible and with similar armament.
  These vehicles are well-protected frontally, but weakly on the sides, and are significantly heavier. Their performance with new engines is acceptable for military use. But these tanks are also temporary... The Panther-3 and Tiger-3 from the "E" series are being developed to replace them. These tanks feature a more compact layout, with the engine and transmission mounted transversely in a single block, and a lightweight, simplified, yet maneuverable and easily repairable chassis.
  The new vehicles must be better protected, but without increasing their weight, at least noticeably.
  Regarding armament, there's no consensus. Soviet tanks have thin armor and poor quality. And there's no point in installing a high-caliber weapon. The 88mm gun is perfectly adequate for the military. It can take out T-34s from four kilometers away, and the IS-2 from a little closer. So, development is underway...
  The USSR needs a response to this. But what it will be is still unclear... There are plans to create the SU-100. This self-propelled gun is simply effective, and has penetrating power. Some hopes are pinned on it, to combat the growing number of heavy tanks of the Third Reich. But it still needs to be developed, as well as ammunition for such a monster, and mass production of the gun must be established, which is not entirely feasible in wartime conditions.
  But here's Elizaveta's tank crew fighting in a T-34-85. And the girls, barefoot and in bikinis, fight bravely.
  Elizabeth shoots at the Nazis with her bare toes and pierces the side of the Panther, saying:
  - For great communism!
  And their T-34 jumps up and quickly turns around, firing.
  Ekaterina, too, shoots at the enemy with great accuracy. An obsolete T-4 tank pierces its side and screams:
  - Glory to the knights of the USSR!
  And winks at her friends again. Such a feisty girl she turned out to be.
  Elena also fires at the enemy. She hits him quite accurately, in this case, destroying a Tiger-2 roller, and roars at the top of her lungs:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Euphrasiya fires accurately at the enemy. She fires a precise shot into the enemy's side, piercing the metal and screaming:
  - For holy communism!
  And the girls confidently turn their tank and dodge shells. It's not easy to defeat the girls.
  Now, the newest and most formidable Lev-2 has appeared against them. Try to penetrate such a tank, and it will try to hit a T-34.
  And it shoots from a distance.
  Elizabeth chirped in response:
  - You're lying, you won't catch me!
  And he fires a shell at the Lev-2 tank from a long distance. It hits it in the forehead.
  The Nazi snaps back.
  Then Catherine shoots again, using her bare toes at the enemy, and this time the projectile, describing an arc, hits the fascist right in the long barrel of the gun.
  Catherine cooed:
  - A keen eye, crooked hands, that's not about us!
  The German, having lost his gun, quickly turned around and retreated. The Lev-2 is the first German tank in which the transmission and engine are located in a single block at the front, with the gearbox mounted on the engine itself.
  This allowed it to lower its altitude and reduce its weight, significantly increasing its speed. And so, Lev-2 was able to escape and had a chance to break the distance...
  Elena used her bare toes to aim the gun, lift it, and fire at the enemy. The shell struck the "Lion"'s stern but ricocheted off.
  Elena growled:
  - Damn, the distance is too far. We won't get him like that!
  Catherine gurgled, baring her teeth:
  "Lev," girls, it's "Lev," how embarrassing! I know soon, my friends, you'll be very embarrassed!
  And their tank hit the T-3, this tank just turned its side, and it can be hit from a long distance.
  And the girl shot with her bare toes and cooed:
  - Glory to the era of communism on earth!
  Euphrasia noted with annoyance, firing at the enemy and using her bare heels:
  - Our Motherland is strong, it protects the world!
  Elizabeth chirped, baring her teeth, and began to sing, composing a whole poem on the fly:
  Satan will not defeat us,
  My homeland is the most beautiful in the world,
  The beautiful country will be famous....
  Both adults and children will be happy in it!
  
  Let the lilies of the valley bloom profusely in it,
  And the cherubs play a decent hymn...
  The Fuhrer will come to an end,
  Russians are invincible in battle!
  
  The Komsomol girls are running barefoot,
  They stomp on the snow with their bare heels...
  Hitler, you're only cool in appearance,
  I'll run you over with a tank!
  
  Will we be able to defeat the Nazis?
  As always, we girls are barefoot...
  Our most formidable knight is the bear,
  He'll kill everyone with a machine gun!
  
  No, we girls are already really cool,
  We literally tear apart all enemies...
  Our claws, teeth, fists...
  We will build a place in a wonderful paradise!
  
  I believe there will be great communism,
  The country is blooming in it, believe the Soviets...
  And the sorrowful Nazism will disappear,
  I believe that the exploits will be sung about!
  
  I believe the land will bloom violently,
  From victory to victory again...
  Defeat the Japanese, Nikolai,
  The samurai will answer for his meanness!
  
  We will not let ourselves be swayed,
  Let's crush our enemies with one blow...
  Let the hunter turn into the game,
  It was not in vain that we crushed the Wehrmacht!
  
  
  Believe me, it is not in our interests to give up,
  Russians have always known how to fight...
  We sharpened our bayonets with steel,
  The Fuhrer will become the image of a clown!
  
  This is what my homeland is like,
  The Russian accordion plays in it...
  All nations are a friendly family,
  Abel triumphs, not Cain!
  
  Soon it will be in the glory of the USSR,
  Even though our enemy is cruel and treacherous...
  We will show an example of valor,
  The Russian spirit will be glorified in battles!
  CHAPTER No 8.
  May 1944 flew by quickly... Albina and Alvina were collecting bills on planes.
  They are girls who fly as if on the wings of cherubs.
  Albina shoots down a Russian plane with her bare toes and squeals:
  - For the Third Reich!
  Alvina, also barefoot and in a bikini, shoots down a Soviet plane, splits it into pieces and screams:
  - For Aryan communism!
  After which the girls, using a 37-mm cannon, began shooting at Soviet tanks.
  They shoot down a T-34 and squeal:
  - We are so cool!
  Albina presses the pedal with her bare, round heel and chirps:
  - Let communism be glorified!
  And it breaks through the Soviet machine.
  Alvina also shoots accurately at the enemy, knocks him down and squeals, baring her teeth:
  - Our truth is in the fist!
  Such witty girls... And they destroy Soviet regiments... For example, they came across an IS-2. So they attacked it from the air, and fired a blast from an aircraft cannon. They pierced the metal and set the tank on fire. And detonated the ammunition.
  Albina chirped at the top of her lungs:
  - This girl loves to kill! What a girl!
  Alvina hissed, baring her pearly teeth:
  - Glory to our Fatherland! For communism!
  The girls have taken up the totalitarian extermination of their opponents.
  And the Red Army was confidently defeated.
  And Gerda fought with the crew of her "Panther"-2 and was engaged in total destruction.
  The girl aimed the gun with her bare toes. She shot down a T-34 and roared:
  - For the greatness of communism in the Aryan way!
  Charlotte also fired her bare toes at the Soviet tank, breaking the armor and yelped:
  - For great success in the world!
  Kristina also struck without much ceremony. And she did it so perfectly, piercing the Soviet T-34 with her bare heel and yelped:
  - For great frontiers!
  Magda also took turns releasing the projectile and cooed:
  - For the new Aryan order!
  After which the girls took and sang in chorus:
  "We're all skinheads, freedom fans, fighting for a new order! Soon the peoples will become Aryan, we fight with fire and sword!"
  The warriors, it must be said, turned out to be quite combative. And when they do bring down an enemy, they do so completely.
  The Soviet Union is under attack from superior forces. Japan is pressing from the east.
  Two Japanese pilots, Toshiba and Toyota, attack Soviet positions from the air.
  Both Japanese women are very beautiful, barefoot and in bikinis.
  Toshiba makes an approach from the air, pierces the roof of a Soviet tank and roars:
  - I am a monster from Japanese hell!
  Toyota, pressing the pedal with his bare toes and cutting down the enemy, squeals:
  - For the greatness of Japan's ideas!
  These girls are so magnificent. And they crush their enemies quite actively.
  The USSR was truly losing to the samurai. And it's clear why. How could anyone resist such fanaticism and technology?
  The Japanese girls are breaking through in light but agile tanks and are giving the Red Army a real beating.
  Tank units are no joke.
  Toshiba dropped bombs from the air on Soviet positions, and a pair of cannons flew up and chirped:
  - For great communism!
  After which he bursts out laughing...
  Toyota noted in flight:
  "The Russians have strange gods. They worship a man crucified on a cross and consider him God. It's even kind of funny!"
  Toshiba giggled in response, noting:
  - And we ourselves will soon become gods and continue the evolution of our Divinity!
  And the girls will laugh very willingly.
  Toyota noted with a chuckle:
  - In unity is our strength!
  Toshiba aggressively confirmed this:
  - Our strength, our fist!
  And again from the sky they will rain down a stream of air shells on the enemy, piercing the T-34s.
  These girls are real fighters, and they talk like crazy. Japan will eat us all up and burn us all.
  And when they torture a pioneer, it becomes extremely aggressive.
  Especially if you're frying a boy's heels. That's a truly super-effective action...
  And the girls scream at the top of their lungs...
  Soviet women also fight bravely and bring down their enemies. They also act with preemption and ramming.
  Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova are very active beauties in the sky.
  And they shoot down the Nazis, even though they have more powerful planes.
  Anastasia presses the triggers with her bare toes and sings:
  - It's not bad to be strong, what can I say!
  Akulina presses the trigger with her bare heel and confirms:
  - We will beat the fascists very hard!
  And both girls sang:
  - Hit hard, hard, very hard! Hit hard, hard, very hard!
  After which the warriors began to read winged aphorisms that galloped like horses, or more precisely, young stallions;
  Politicians often bully in order to put a yoke on voters!
  The politician, strutting, crushes voters like chickens!
  A politician dreams of riding in on a white horse to put a collar on the voter!
  The fox has small fangs, and when it wants to swallow, it hides them!
  A politician who talks a lot about humanity is a typical cannibal!
  Even a bear can be lulled to sleep with words as sweet as honey!
  For an alcoholic, bitter vodka is sweeter than honey!
  A tailor will lie and not blush, a politician will "blush" and lie!
  A woman takes off her shoes and puts them on a man, down to the level of a tramp!
  If you want to get closer to God, cut down on your greed!
  Even in the apparent indifference of the Almighty there is love - after all, children first and foremost want to escape from the care of their parents!
  God delays punishing evil in order to give the sinner a chance!
  Talent and hard work, like husband and wife, only create success together!
  Even honey is bitter if you drown in it!
  Deception is like wine: it"s sickening and sweet, and it"s hard to stop!
  Love is like a shrapnel shell - it breaks the heart, shakes the brain, turns out pockets, comes out sideways!
  Man is equal to God in some ways - the Almighty created the universe, and man gave birth to stupidity: both are infinite!
  He who builds success on blood will meet the fate of a stabbed pig. His own comrades will eat him-a sad result of anger!
  Sometimes the best way to maintain your reputation is a noose around your neck! At least it won't let you fall!
  You can't lie under a bear for long - he'll crush you!
  Sometimes a wife is like a mammoth instead of a blanket!
  A writer who strives to reap banknotes will not sow anything good or eternal!
  A country without law is like a body without a skeleton! To keep it from becoming ossified, elections are needed!
  If you want to create a masterpiece, forget about the fee!
  The most skillful deception is when you don"t lie, but no one believes you!
  Of course, defeat promises great troubles, but this is only a reflection of future victory!
  In battle, valor and good intelligence bring victory.
  To hit, you first need to see where!
  The scout is the forger of victory!
  Any fool can cripple, but not every smart person can cure!
  Too many brutal executioners - too few treating doctors!
  Some are doctors, others are executioners!
  Without pain there is no valor - without valor there is no victory!
  The ideas of communism are the height of idiocy: if hot heads and cold hearts undertake their implementation!
  Communism is light, but it burns those who have become too cajoled!
  If you lack patience, singing helps!
  People are like iron - before it cools down, give it the desired shape!
  If you want to become popular, use force more often!
  Ratings are like hellish grass - they grow when you water them with tears and blood!
  People are like weeds - the more you trample them, the higher they grow!
  Unity is the key to victory!
  Discipline is the instrument of victory! Reason plays on it!
  Unity, courage, and selflessness are the keys to victory, freedom, and happiness! Without discipline, there is no army, and without an army, there is no freedom!
  Work makes us stronger, multiplied by intelligence it will give us freedom, and together with luck it will bring happiness!
  The commander is like the top of a pyramid - there must be only one, otherwise even such a strong structure will collapse!
  Nobility of family has the same relation to courage as the length of hair has to intelligence!
  No valor of ancestors will help a coward!
  A blade of the strongest steel rusts in the hands of a chatterbox and a coward!
  The most terrible weapon is the Bible in the hands of a scoundrel!
  A man's main wealth: potency, which is also the main cause of ruin!
  The best profession is prostitution, you combine business with pleasure and every time a new partner - no routine!
  A hero's pedigree is something you can boast about forever, but when he finds himself on the battlefield, he runs cowardly to the rear!
  A bottle of vodka is like a grenade - it knocks you off your feet, blows out your brains, crushes your insides!
  When the heart is filled with mercy, somehow the wallet becomes empty!
  A truly free person submits to three things - reason, love, God!
  Love is like a rose - it doesn"t bloom for long, but it hurts deeply!
  A slave in his soul is submissive - to passions, lust, to God's servants!
  Luck is as fickle as sand - only hard work can bind it with cement!
  A glass of wine is like an ocean - once you get carried away, you lose your footing!
  Women love male power, but not when they experience it themselves!
  Love is like a boat, if you paddle too fast it will capsize and sink!
  It's time to introduce an article - corruption of adults by minors!
  You can't put handcuffs on love!
  What is natural is not criminal!
  Love is a tender feeling, but even the thickest shackles cannot hold it back!
  If all the laws worked, the country would turn into a prison where security guards are recruited from abroad!
  The principle of the inevitability of punishment does not work because you cannot arrest yourself!
  Doctors shouldn't have to go through an obstacle course. It'll leave you with shaking hands, slurred speech, and a glass of vodka won't help, unlike a hangover!
  There is nothing more tiring than prolonged idleness!
  Scientific discovery: conceived progressively - implemented aggressively!
  This is not a place for reflection, but a place for squabbles and madness!
  All the troubles of humanity come from selfishness; prosperity is only possible through joint efforts!
  A person without a team is like a coal without a fire - it gives little light and quickly goes out!
  The homeland warms you better than a fire!
  And the animal is better off in a herd!
  Logic should not serve instincts - reason is lust!
  There will be a war - there will be a feat!
  Muscles without brains are a handful of meat - a frying pan crying for!
  Of two duelists, one is a fool, the other a scoundrel!
  The higher a person soars, the more dissatisfied he is with his position!
  Left alone, the dog misses its owner's stick!
  Only he whose mind is not accustomed to groveling has wings!
  It's bad when you're alone like a snob!
  You are alone, and your enemies are legion!
  Even an elephant can be eaten by a bug!
  If there are more than a million bedbugs!
  The leader of the country should be a brother to the people, not a bro!
  It's easier to find a dry rock in the ocean than an invention that hasn't been used for military purposes!
  Victory is like a woman - it attracts with its glitter, but repels with its price!
  Fire is the god of war and like other gods requires attention and sacrifices!
  One sword is like a drop of rain, it falls and scatters, but when there are many of them, victory is born!
  Just don't sing - for the repose of the soul!
  My soul is sad - my stomach is empty!
  First the bowl, then the thoughts!
  Victory is worth honor!
  Honor is a relative concept and should be applied first and foremost to one's own soldiers!
  He who drinks before a fight will have a hangover in hell!
  The trumpets are silent because the blades sing - steel is stronger and louder than copper!
  An army without leaders is like a flock of sheep without a shepherd; one wolf, if he doesn"t eat you, will scare you!
  Running away is more foolishness than cowardice! After all, most soldiers die not in combat, but during pursuit!
  War is like a game of dominoes, only the broken pieces can no longer be put back together - the earth holds them!
  Persecution turns a warrior into an executioner, a coward into a brave man, a modest man into an insolent one!
  Science fiction is a competition of absurdities and absurdities! Yet, there is no genre more scientific and logical!
  In war it's like in an opera - everyone sings their own song, only the prompter can be a spy!
  Modern women forgive a man everything - except poverty!
  Do you know the difference between spies and intelligence agents?
  I know! We have nothing but intelligence officers, while foreigners have nothing but spies!
  Is it better to have an empty head or an empty wallet? Of course, it's not as noticeable with an empty head!
  The mind is the best collector of wealth!
  Intelligence and luck: a couple in love - give birth to success, wealth, status, but quickly separate!
  Proud men find it easier to listen to advice when it is given by a woman - unless it is their wife!
  A wise wife is worth a fortune! And an enterprising wife can sue for it!
  Some value personality in a person, and others value cash!
  Two things can destroy humanity: computers and computer scientists. The former will atrophy the mind, the latter will be unable to take advantage of it!
  In war, even a grenade is a comrade!
  In general, a grenade that tells jokes is like a Faberge egg used for cracking nuts!
  Talent is like the soul: it cannot be taken away, but it can be destroyed!
  Revenge is not worth honor - the retribution of decency!
  Envy is the germ of crime, self-interest is watering, idleness is feeding!
  Laziness is the worst of all crimes!
  It is better to die with dignity with a sword than to live like a wolf driven into a stall with a whip!
  In war, courage can beat cunning, but cunning can never beat courage!
  War makes life terrible, and death worthy and beautiful!
  Modesty is a rare quality for a commander, but that makes it even more valuable!
  - Jackal sounds similar to the word feces!
  The lion has only one advantage over the jackal - the opportunity to die with dignity!
  Technology is the executioner of valor!
  "But that's not true! In fact, the higher the level of technology, the more intelligence and resourcefulness is required on the battlefield!"
  Where the interests of the Motherland begin, personal well-being ends!
  Freedom must be combined with discipline. Anarchy is the antithesis of freedom!
  A tenacious memory is the best mentor! Freedom can be won with the sword, but only with the mind can it be maintained!
  - When a strong warrior saves another, no special honor is needed for this!
  For when valor burns in your heart, you will raise your shield in defense of your slaves!
  The meanness of a scoundrel is no excuse for an honest one, just as the presence of dirt does not justify a dirty person!
  Love never comes cheap - especially when it's paid for with your soul, not your wallet!
  The only thing that can justify the shedding of blood is if it results in tears stopping flowing!
  Those who serve for money can never compare in battle with those who are driven by a brave heart and a desire for freedom!
  A child's tear is dangerous because it turns into a raging stream that washes away civilizations!
  The position of commander is not an extra ration, but an additional responsibility and a heavy burden!
  It's not clear what's more important: feeding all the hungry or wiping away one child's tear!
  Gold is softer than steel, but it strikes the heart more surely!
  It is not the weapon that makes the soldier strong, but the soldier that makes the weapon!
  The girls are apparently masters of witty aphorisms. And once they begin to crush an enemy, there's no escape.
  At the end of May 1944, the Nazi offensive began in the direction of Saratov.
  The Shturmlev, a vehicle on the chassis of the previous Lion, took part in the battles, with an even more powerful 450-millimeter caliber mortar, which literally crushes and destroys everything, tearing and punching through craters of colossal force.
  A rocket like that could take down an entire block at once.
  A Sturmlev, piloted by a team of German girls, fires at Soviet positions.
  Jane winks at her friends and, stamping her bare feet, says:
  - We completely wipe out our enemies and turn them into typical coffins!
  Gringeta winks back, presses the lever with her bare foot and squeals:
  - We will play and defeat our enemies!
  Malanya noted:
  - Any Soviet fortifications are powerless against the Sturmlev machine!
  Monica, kicking with her bare heel, confirmed:
  - We are truly born to win!
  Jane deduced:
  - War does not have a woman's face, but a physiognomy that attracts thrill-seekers!
  Gringeta, firing at Soviet units with a machine gun, said:
  - A woman is a dove that latches onto a woodpecker-man like a kite!
  Monica, firing at Russian soldiers, noted:
  - A woman always has seven Fridays in a week, and without a Sunday gift from marital duty, it"s always a day off!
  Malanya giggled and replied:
  - God is not omnipotent in everything; he is powerless to argue with a woman!
  Jane agreed, shooting out with her bare toes:
  - God, although almighty, is not able to shut a woman"s mouth or a politician"s mouth!
  Gringeta logically noted, pressing down with her bare heel:
  - A politician has no conscience, a woman has no sense of proportion, and a female politician has all her feelings without measure!
  Monica, while firing at Soviet troops and killing them, noted:
  - A woman is a flower, prickly like a rose, but her sweet aroma attracts goats and drones!
  Malanya, while pounding Soviet soldiers and destroying pillboxes, squeaked:
  - The voter falls into childhood, voting for the hateful old oaks with hollows!
  The girls showed their wit and moved on.
  And attack aircraft were swooping down from above. And so the Soviet troops thrashed them without any problems.
  The Germans had become so tough. And their operational skills were improving.
  And then came the "Chess Knight" system, radio-controlled teletanks.
  And this was a problem for Soviet soldiers. And the Nazis battered the Red Army.
  But Soviet girls also fought very courageously.
  The fighting for Kamyshin has begun. Here, Alenka is back in action.
  And her battered but unyielding battalion.
  Alenka noted with a smile:
  - In any war, a soldier's life is valuable!
  And how he throws a grenade with his bare toes.
  These are warriors of the highest class...
  Anyuta, shooting at the fascists, noted:
  - A Russian soldier can be made to fall like a mown log, but not brought to his knees and made to shake like an aspen!
  Alla, firing and kicking the explosive packet with her bare heel, squeaked:
  - If you don"t want to observe military discipline, you"ll bend your back like a prisoner!
  Maria, shooting at her opponents and launching a deadly boomerang with her bare toes, said:
  - There is a lot of dirt in our world, but princes are rare in it!
  Matryona, shooting at the enemies and cutting them down with bursts, and then throwing a grenade with her bare foot, noted:
  - A politician has a long tongue, but his hands are too short to carry out his plans!
  Marusya, firing at the enemy and mowing down ranks of German and foreign soldiers, yelped:
  - A politician is quick to promise, slow to fulfill, asks for alms, and forgiveness for deception!
  The girls are great and they fight. But the forces are very uneven. There is a lot of destruction.
  The German Maus tank, though not quite mass-produced, still appears on the front lines. Its guns roar and fire, and wreak untold destruction in the trenches.
  But the girls are firing at Maus with cannons. Even though the shells bounce off like peas, the Germans keep pushing forward.
  And they shoot at them very accurately.
  The Komsomol girls run around, flashing their bare heels, and squeal:
  - For the glory of the holy Motherland!
  Viola, having fired at the German infantry, squeaked:
  - When a woman doesn't have enough money for shoes, she puts shoes on a man barefoot!
  And the girl will burst out laughing and stick out her tongue.
  The warriors, it must be said, are cheerful. And when they strike, they strike fatally.
  Viola and Margarita, nearly naked in their panties, fight, aiming their projectiles and shooting accurately. And they're unstoppable.
  Margarita squeaks and says:
  - Glory to the era of communism!
  Viola aggressively confirms:
  - Great glory to the era of change!
  It should be noted that the warriors turned out to be extremely aggressive girls.
  Veronica also brings up the shells, flashing her bare, round heels and squeals:
  - Glory to communism!
  This is their battlefield epiphany. And how fiercely and ferociously they fight.
  And bare, tanned knees flash.
  Tamara is also fighting. She escaped the Nazi-held Caucasus and is back in action. She fights with a carnivorous sense of blood. She fights with colossal aggression.
  Tamara throws a grenade with her bare toes, tears apart the fascists and squeals:
  - Communism will be with us!
  And he fires a well-aimed burst from his machine gun...
  The girls are clearly performing miracles of colossal power. And within them is a fire that threatens to burn down the universe.
  Veronica, shooting, sings:
  Everything will be interesting, no doubt.
  The schedule will take care of everything in the world!
  And winks with his sapphire eyes.
  Tamara, shooting, roars:
  - Kolovrat! Evpatiy Kolovrat! He's calling the heroes of Rus' to the alarm!
  And she fired a burst from her machine gun. She cut down the Fritzes and squealed:
  - A woman is first and foremost a fox who wants to lasso a lion, but usually it is donkeys that end up in her lasso!
  Victoria, firing and throwing another gift of death with her bare toes, said:
  - A woman is a hen that loves golden eggs, bringing only loss to their bearer!
  And the girls burst into laughter in unison. They fight so delightfully, with such colossal force.
  Tamara noted, shooting at foreign divisions:
  - A woman is a chicken, she can only lay golden eggs for that man who is a real fox!
  Veronica, firing and baring her teeth, added:
  - A real fox will make even a rooster lay golden eggs!
  Margarita, shooting and throwing grenades with her bare feet, noted:
  - The fox doesn't have a lion's claws, but she can rip three skins off even the king of beasts!
  Viola, baring her teeth aggressively, remarked:
  - He who is not a fox in mind is not a lion in stature!
  The warriors, it seems, have great fighting ambitions. And if they get going, they'll do it.
  Olympiada, firing, lifted a whole crate of explosives with her powerful legs and launched it. A mass of Nazis was torn apart, and a beautiful girl roared:
  - Rule the USSR, and sing the song of Lucifer! We will defeat everyone!
  Olympiada, however, did not forget to speak out after firing:
  - A fox woman is capable of convincing any man that he is a lion, having bred him like a simple donkey!
  Margarita, shooting, agreed with this:
  - A lioness woman only has a fox's intelligence and a wolf's grip!
  Serafima noted, mowing down her opponents:
  - A lion is not the one who roars, but the one who tears up a lot of greenery!
  Viola, firing accurately at the enemy and mowing him down, noted:
  - When a politician is not a fox, then three skins are ripped off him and used for a collar!
  Victoria, baring her teeth and winking, and then throwing a deadly gift of death with her bare foot, said:
  - The politician has a broad ass to sit on two chairs, but he only has a broad soul in words!
  Olympiada, kicking the barrel with her bare, muscular feet and exploding the Lev tank, muttered:
  - A tank is penetrated by a shell with a uranium core, a politician makes it to the top without a heart, but with a gold wallet!
  CHAPTER No 9.
  Kamyshin was abandoned. And in early June 1944, fighting began for Saratov.
  The fighting here is so intense. And the girls are in the fight, as always. And such pretty warriors.
  Alenka fights and mows down enemies with automatic fire, and in whole ranks.
  The girl throws a grenade with her bare toes and squeals:
  - May my victory come!
  And again he shoots at the enemy.
  Anyuta also fires at the enemy. She does it with precision and accuracy. Her machine guns are so revved up. And her bare toes hurl explosive packets of colossal force. They tear the fascists apart, and the girl screams at the top of her lungs.
  - For communism!
  Alla, firing at the enemy with colossal accuracy and mowing down the enemies, squeals:
  - For the boundless Fatherland!
  And with her bare toes, the girl throws another grenade. It's a real one, I must say.
  And she's a redhead, wearing only her underwear. And she fires so accurately and precisely, and the Fritzes lie down.
  Maria is also a very accurate shot. And she's such a beautiful girl, and with her bare toes she throws an explosive package, tearing apart her opponents.
  After which he roars:
  - Rule the empire of the USSR!
  Marusya also shoots accurately, hits the enemies and roars:
  - From the taiga to the British seas, our army is the strongest of all!
  And he also shoots out with his bare foot.
  Matryona will then launch a lethal projectile at the enemy. And she will hit him with 100% accuracy. Naturally, with her bare heel.
  It is the Soviet girls who work, but the German ones are not far behind.
  Christina, Magda, Margaret, and Shella fight in a Panther. The vehicle, while not perfect, has a fast-firing, long-range cannon, is reasonably agile, and has decent frontal armor.
  German girls, barefoot and in bikinis, despite the summer heat, or rather because of it... and they fight agilely.
  Here Christina fires a shot... The shell hits the T-34-76's turret and penetrates it. The Soviet tank stops, knocked out.
  The girls scream at the top of their lungs:
  - We won!
  Then Magda shoots. The golden-haired beauty also fired.
  So much so that the T-34's turret was blown off.
  The tiger girls take turns shooting. And quite accurately. Here they are, hitting another Soviet tank.
  Then Margaret slammed it down. And hit the SU-76 self-propelled gun. She hit it deftly. And sang:
  - Our hellish Germany is strong, it protects the peace!
  And as the tongue shows!
  Then she fired a shot from the Shell gun. It hit a Soviet KV-1S tank. That was a good job, too.
  Yes, the four bikini-clad warriors are fierce and unafraid of the cold. After women began fighting, the Third Reich fared much better.
  And here in the sky are the pilots Albina and Alvina. Both beauties in bikinis and barefoot. They're battling it out in Focke-Wulfs. And this is a very serious machine.
  Albina, firing from aircraft cannons, says:
  - Active croquet! Don't be stingy with the word "crush"!
  And how he flashed a dazzling smile! And shot down two Soviet planes at once.
  Alvina also cut down three with her air cannons and chirped:
  - My approach will be deadly and matte!
  After which the girl bared her teeth! She was the very picture of charm, and full of phenomenal charisma.
  Albina cuts off another Yak-9 plane and squeals:
  - Why do we need Soviet pilots?
  Alvina shoots down the LAGG-5 and confidently says:
  - So that we Germans collect bills!
  What a wonderful pair of girls. How they've taken to collecting awards for themselves. You really can't argue with such beauties. They shoot down planes and bare their teeth.
  And the main secret is that in the cold, the girls should be barefoot and in bikinis. Then the bills will come.
  And never dress up. Just flaunt your bare chest, and you'll always be in high esteem!
  Albina cut down another Red Army plane and sang:
  - In great heights and stellar purity!
  And she winked, jumping up and kicking her bare feet, roaring:
  - In the sea wave and the furious fire! And in the furious and furious fire!
  And again the girl shoots down the plane with an energetic approach.
  And then Alvina attacks the enemy. She does it with a spinning attack, bares her teeth, and squeals:
  - I will be the super world champion!
  And again, the car hit by the girl falls. And the Red Army gets its fair share of it.
  And Albina roars with wild ecstasy:
  - I'm an executioner now, not a pilot!
  He shoots down another Soviet plane and hisses:
  - I bend over the sight and the missiles are rushing towards the target, there is another approach ahead!
  The warrior acts extremely aggressively.
  Here both girls are attacking ground targets. Albina hits a T-34 and screams:
  - This will be the end!
  Alvina hits the SU-76 and whispers:
  - Until complete defeat!
  And how he shakes his bare foot!
  There's a fighting girl here, and on the USSR side, girls are also fighting, trying to defend Guryev, where Hitler's troops are also rushing, like a scorpion's attack.
  Alenka fought for Guryev, which was being stormed by the Nazis. The desperate beauty threw a grenade with her bare toes and chirped:
  - Glory to Rus' and our native party!
  Then Natasha launched a grenade with her bare toes and hissed:
  - We'll take care of the barefoot girl!
  Afterwards, Anyuta also sent a gift to death with the toes of her bare feet, and babbled:
  - It will be a wonderful blow!
  Red-haired Augustine took it and sent a gift of annihilation with her bare lower limb and squeaked:
  - Pointing the radar to the sky!
  And then the golden-haired Maria gave the Nazis the gift of death with her bare legs.
  And she sang:
  - In Madagascar, in the desert and the Sahara! I've been everywhere, I've seen the world!
  And then Marusya, with her bare feet, throws the whole bunch and sings:
  - In Finland, Greece, Australia, Sweden, they will tell you that there are no more beautiful girls than these!
  Yes, the six girls fought very well. But the Fritzes still took Kursk...
  No, there's no way to stand against such superior forces. The fascists keep pushing forward.
  And what is the effect of the preparation of the monsters?
  Adolf Hitler was simply thrilled, feeling like a true despot, to whom everyone obeyed and trembled. If you want Stalin's success, you have to be like him, merciless and demanding of others and yourself (that's exactly how Joseph Vissarionovich thought, and in exactly that order!). Now, however, a decent amount of noise will begin to stir, and the machine will begin to move. In general, Germany, including its satellites, has a huge advantage over the USSR in industrial equipment, skilled labor, and the number of engineers at all levels. That's a fact, but arms production is still not up to par! Germany lagged behind the USSR throughout the war, despite all the destruction in Russia. And why? Of course, due to a certain amount of chaos that reigned in various departments, especially in the military industry. Furthermore, a shortage of raw materials and an underestimation of the enemy's potential played a negative role. In particular, in 1940, arms production in Germany was lower than in 1939 (if we count the total output, including ammunition), and this despite the fact that the war was already underway, and the Third Reich had gained control of large territories with vast reserves of production capacity. So what can be said about Hitler's organizational skills? Not much, but he did shine in the military industry.
  The Fuhrer declared in a long speech:
  "In the matter of aviation, extraordinary powers are being granted to Sauer. He will closely monitor both the quantity of equipment produced and, no less important, its quality. Besides, many of your friends, Goering, although they were once excellent aces, are incapable of leadership. Not every good soldier is also an outstanding general, so instead of the hanged Eric, the technical sphere will be led by a professional entrepreneur capable of reforming and rearming the air force. After all, Britain is not asleep; it is increasing both the quantity and quality of its armed forces, and especially its air force. We need to be two heads, a dozen steps ahead of the enemy, otherwise we will completely lose our superiority over the enemy. And therefore, we need quality steps."
  Goering timidly objected:
  - My friends, proven people who have proven their combat effectiveness and professionalism.
  The frenzied dictator became furious:
  "Or maybe you think I've forgotten who lost the Battle of Britain? Or who botched the four-year economic development plan? Or do you want to be flogged, too, and in public, no less? So shut your mouth and keep quiet until you're impaled!"
  Goering even cowered in fear. Alas, the Führer was no joke. Then the noise was heard again, and another ME-262 jet took to the skies. The machine was massive and had two engines. Its wings were slightly swept back, and the fighter itself looked quite menacing. Its speed, generally decent for 1941, was even record-breaking by world standards. True, the machine itself was still not entirely reliable and required debugging. The fascist dictator, however, had already outlined the characteristics of new, more advanced fighters... The ME-262 weighs over six tons, which is somewhat overloaded. A jet fighter must be small, cheap, and nimble. In this regard, the ME-163 could have been good, but its rocket engine was overboosted and only lasted six minutes (or rather, it will last!), meaning its range was limited to a hundred kilometers. As a blitz-style bomber or fighter cover for armada strikes on England, it is certainly not suitable.
  The ME-262, however, can carry a ton of bombs, as much as the Pe-2, a Soviet frontline aircraft. This makes it an excellent solution for both fighter sweeps and troop support. However, why not create a fighter similar to the ME-163 Comet, but with a turbojet engine instead of a rocket engine? They tried to improve the Comet, and it seems they've increased its flight time to 15 minutes (a range of up to 300 kilometers), which is generally acceptable for the Battle of Britain. London could still be reached from Normandy... Although it's not all that obvious; you still have to bomb it and return, and fifteen minutes wasn't such a forced approach. In the future, rocket-powered and jet-powered fighters were considered a dead end in aviation. But the Comet's design is quite interesting, with its small size and light weight, which means it's inexpensive and maneuverable.
  There are also some very promising fighters weighing as much as 800 kilograms-gliders that could be used in air combat. However, due to their short range, they can only be used for defensive combat, or delivered to London on... transports, and then picked up by pilots. This will require some thought. In real history, gliders never saw combat, and for some reason, Soviet aviation generals didn't dare try this idea in Korea. It's not a bad thing, but during the Korean War, it was an American pilot who scored the first victories. So, the Yankees shouldn't be underestimated.
  After the flight ended, a young, fair-haired girl jumped out of the cockpit and ran at full speed to the Fuhrer.
  The number one Nazi, possessed by the tide, extended his hand to her for a kiss. It's so nice when girls love you, and the Führer, it seems, is sincerely idolized by all Germans, or rather, almost all except a few concentration camp prisoners. The pilot said enthusiastically:
  "This is simply a magnificent plane, it has such speed and power. We'll tear all the lion cubs apart like they're hot water bottles!"
  The Fuhrer approved of the girl"s impulse:
  "Of course we'll rip it apart, but... We need to debug the car more quickly, especially the engines. Radical measures will certainly be needed to improve them, but if anything, the chief designer will help!"
  Everyone shouted in unison:
  - Glory to the great Führer! May Providence help us!
  The Third Reich anthem began to play, and a column of young Hitler Youth fighters began to march. Boys aged fourteen to seventeen marched in a special formation to the beat of a drum. And then came the most interesting part: teenage girls from the German Women's League marched. They wore short skirts, and their beautiful, bare feet drew the men's gaze. The girls tried to lift their legs higher, but at the same time pointed their toes and carefully placed their heels. It was a fascinating sight, these beauties with their flawless figures... Their faces were varied, though, and some of the young fascists had a somewhat rough, almost masculine look, and they even grimaced. Especially when they knitted their eyebrows together.
  The aesthete Adolf noted:
  "We need more physical training for boys and girls. I know a lot is being done in this regard, particularly in the Jungvolk, but it needs to be more comprehensive and adopt Spartan methods. Of course, apart from encouraging theft... Our young men and women must grow up to be decent and at the same time ruthless people."
  The Supreme Commander paused. The generals remained silent, probably afraid to object and reluctant to confirm the obvious. The Führer continued:
  "War is no joke, but ruthlessness toward enemies must be combined with mutual assistance and a sense of brotherhood toward comrades. This is what we must instill in everyone... The new superman is merciless to others, but he must be even more merciless to himself. For inferiority must first be eradicated from one's soul, and then the frail human body will rise again!"
  Another pause... The generals and designers suddenly realized what had happened and began applauding wildly. The Führer seemed pleased:
  "That's already better, but now I'd like to see a simulated aerial battle. Something menacing and devastating..."
  Heinkel asked timidly:
  - With live ammunition or shells, my Fuhrer?
  Nazi number one nodded:
  "With combat ones, of course. Besides, I'd like to examine the ejection device. After all, you're working on it..." The Führer shook his fists. "When will it finally be ready and put into mass production? After all, an experienced pilot is an experienced pilot, one who must be preserved for future battles!"
  The Führer-terminator nevertheless decided to show the designers a more modern ejection device design. This system should be less bulky, simpler, and lighter. The inexpensive pyropatron, already mastered by German industry, was perfectly suitable for this purpose.
  The diagram had to be drawn on the fly, but Hitler was a truly accomplished artist, and he drew clearly and quickly; the diagram's lines and turns were smooth and precise, without the aid of rulers or compasses. The time-traveling Terminator thought it odd that the Germans, with their generally strong and somewhat advanced ideology of National Socialism and totalitarianism, had failed the Russians in the war. Perhaps this was because Russian soldiers were stronger and more resilient than the Germans and learned to fight more quickly.
  Generally speaking, if you look at the course of the war as a whole, yes, the Russians, or rather the Soviet military, were learning to fight, while the Germans seemed to have forgotten how... Their command made decisions at the level of first-graders, and maybe even lower, if that first-grader has experience waging war in real-time strategy games. And the fact that sometimes children as young as six can so deftly command virtual armies is something they, even Zhukov and Mainstein, could learn from. However, some researchers consider both Zhukov and Mainstein incompetent. There are also discrepancies regarding the number of tanks, particularly captured French tanks. Hitler's memory (a good memory, especially when he was still healthy!) suggested that 3,600 captured tanks from the French were a very impressive number... Some models, such as the SiS -35, were superior to the T-34 in terms of armor, although only in frontal armor. So this tank could very well be produced in French factories, albeit with the exception of replacing the 47mm gun with a longer 75mm one. In fact, even that might not be enough. Britain and the US generally valued armor above all else in their tanks. For example, the forty-ton Churchill had 152mm of armor, compared to 120mm for the IS-2 heavy tank.
  The Fuhrer told the designers something else:
  "We have plenty of wind tunnels, so focus on finding a more optimal aircraft model and creating streamlined designs, without resorting to expensive testing, where our best aces die. For example, a flying wing model is quite effective, especially if the thickness and angle of incidence can be adjusted. I've already given you the drawing, so the tailless aircraft should be ready. Its estimated speed, even with a Jumo engine, will be up to 1,100 kilometers per hour. So go for it, but don't be impudent!"
  Lunch followed in the open air, and the maids set up the tables and chairs. Beautiful... But what reforms should be introduced in National Socialism? Those that would minimize the number of enemies and gain friends. For example, stop extolling the German race at every turn, and perhaps even stop dividing peoples into classes. However, the division of nations into inferior and Aryan has not yet been formally legalized. This simplifies matters.
  A beautiful girl from the servants sat down next to the Führer and placed his hand on her bare knee. She cooed:
  - Are you thinking about something, my Fuhrer?
  The Nazi dictator, who was also a virtual gamer, perked up. He noticed he still hadn't finished his vegetable soup and fruit salad. The Führer kissed the girl on the lips, inhaling her youthful, sweet scent, and declared:
  - You'll ride in the car with me. And everyone, get to work, the time for eating is over.
  And once again, the gears of the state's, admittedly not entirely well-oiled, machine began to turn. On the way back, the Führer made love to a beauty and even wondered where he got all this energy and strength from. After all, they said the Führer was impotent and, supposedly, disabled, had contracted syphilis (a lie) and had been castrated (a complete fabrication!).
  However, not all is well on June 22, 1944, three years into the war with the USSR. Victory is nowhere in sight, and Saratov still holds out. Stalin ordered this city to be defended at all costs.
  Despite all the losses, combat vehicle production remained quite high. The new IS-2 tanks proved quite effective. Even without penetrating individual German vehicles head-on, they were able to disable them from a considerable distance.
  So the Nazis were having a pretty tough time. But they had a significant advantage. There were already plenty of ME-262 jets fighting in the skies. And they were a serious opponent.
  The TA-152, however, proved itself to be a truly remarkable piece of armament.
  Stalin, meanwhile, also held a liaison meeting on the third anniversary of the start of the war and began asking military leaders what they were thinking about and how to improve the situation on the fronts.
  Zhukov suggested to the leader:
  "If we simply defend ourselves and repel threats, we will undoubtedly lose. We need to attack!"
  Stalin nodded vigorously:
  - Agreed! But where!
  Marshal Zhukov proposed:
  - Before Leningrad capitulates, it must be unblocked!
  Marshal Vasilevsky agreed:
  - Yes, I think this will be the best option!
  Stalin shrugged his shoulders and noted:
  - If we attack Tikhvin again, they will be waiting for us there, and we will get bogged down or fall into a trap!
  Marshal Zhukov nodded in agreement:
  "That's right, Comrade Stalin! But I suggest we strike at the Finnish troops in Petrozavodsk. They're not that strong, and we can catch the enemy off guard!"
  Stalin replied with a smile:
  - That's logical, Comrade Zhukov. So, attack Petrozavodsk. And bring us victory!
  After these words, several girls in short white skirts and bare feet entered. They brought bottles of red wine and glasses of sandwiches and black caviar. Stalin took one of these sandwiches and, while drinking it, said:
  - So let's drink to the fact that our opportunities always coincide with our needs.
  Voznesensky noted:
  "The armor quality of our tanks is quite poor. I propose making the IS-2 and T-34-85 lighter, faster, and more maneuverable by reducing their armor. This will save us metal and make these vehicles more practical."
  Stalin shrugged his shoulders and noted:
  - Perhaps... But I'm not a supporter of making tanks out of plywood!
  Voznesensky remarked with a serious expression:
  "But maybe it's not a bad idea to make some tanks almost entirely out of wood. We could see how it would look in practice!"
  Zhukov nodded in agreement and launched into a speech:
  "The T-34s could be made lighter; they're still too fragile, and increased speed and maneuverability would improve their survivability. Besides, the gearbox has been improved, which compensates for the loss of ergonomics caused by the increased weight. But the low quality of the steel means that 90mm is useless against powerful German guns. Moreover, the Germans are taking the simple Panther and T-4 out of production, and in the Third Reich, besides reconnaissance tanks, the only mass-produced tank will be the Panther-2 with an 88mm gun. And our tanks are no match for that at long range. And even more so, their speed needs to be increased!"
  Stalin nodded:
  "Release some T-34-85s and IS-2s with bulletproof protection only, and then test and monitor how this affects their combat effectiveness. And work on the SU-100 should be accelerated. Perhaps we'll abandon the T-34s and IS-2s in favor of this self-propelled gun exclusively."
  Marshal Vasilevsky noted:
  "That's an interesting idea. But the SU-100 can only engage the enemy's sides by turning completely around..."
  Stalin growled:
  "Make it shorter so it can turn faster... And preferably with a lower profile. But we need this self-propelled gun like we need air!"
  Zhukov asked:
  "Your Excellency... Saratov is holding out for now, but it will soon fall. We need to develop a plan to evacuate from Kuibyshev what was taken from Moscow. What do you personally think?"
  Stalin responded harshly:
  "We'll probably have to evacuate to Sverdlovsk. But we can still work in Moscow. We've got a whole underground city here. We're seriously capable of holding our own in it."
  Vasilevsky growled:
  - Moscow must be held at any cost, as well as Saratov!
  Stalin ordered:
  "Counterattack the Germans in the gap between the Don and the Volga. We need to divert our forces. Hold Saratov at all costs, to the last drop of blood. Use all means, even kamikaze."
  Zhukov confirmed:
  - Let it be so, O great one!
  Stalin addressed Yakovlev:
  - Well, designer, any ideas?
  The Deputy People's Commissar replied with a sigh:
  "We should develop jet aviation, but it's not yet feasible. And the Yak-3 requires high-quality duralumin, which we don't have!"
  Stalin nodded:
  - I know! The Yak-9 must be in our ranks. And we should produce as many of them as possible! And increase fighter production.
  Yakovlev noted:
  The German TA-152 is simultaneously an attack aircraft, a frontline bomber, and a fighter. It would be great if we could create a similar multi-role aircraft!
  Stalin supported the designer:
  "That's a good idea, Comrade Yakovlev! For example, if we slightly improve the LaGG-7, we could turn it into a hybrid attack aircraft and frontline fighter!"
  Yakovlev readily confirmed:
  - That's possible, Comrade Stalin... But it takes time. And the plane might be a bit expensive.
  The Supreme Commander-in-Chief angrily slammed his fist on the table and growled:
  "Make it cheaper! And anyway, how much can we speculate on this topic? We need a universal aircraft, one that we can only produce. And this could be the solution."
  Yakovlev noted:
  The IL-2 is fairly simple to manufacture, and its design is well-established. It's not worth taking it down just yet. It's a fairly durable aircraft, even if its flight characteristics are currently outdated. But every cloud has a silver lining. We're doing a pretty good job of bombing enemy aircraft.
  Zhdanov noted angrily:
  - Our aviation must be the strongest in measure!
  Yakovlev nodded:
  - It should! But for now, the best pilots in the world are ours: Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova!
  Stalin nodded in agreement:
  - These girls have no equal, and for another twenty-five enemy aircraft shot down, I award them another Hero of the USSR star!
  Zhukov enthusiastically suggested:
  - We should drink to this!
  Beria sang with delight:
  - We, having remembered everything, history will judge,
  Her time for trial will still come...
  From the plow to the atomic weapons,
  He led the country confidently forward!
  While the members of the military council were deliberating, the girls were fighting.
  And with the help of their bare toes they knock down the Nazis and these barefoot beauties perform feats.
  And they sing:
  - We believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the sun will shine -
  Light the way for communism!
  CHAPTER No 10.
  By the end of June, the Germans had cut off Saratov, and on July 1, 1944, they used the fearsome Sturmmaus for the first time. This machine, armed with a 650-mm rocket launcher, launched devastating rockets that shattered entire city blocks.
  The girls who drove this machine were wearing only panties and were releasing gifts of extremely destructive death.
  The bare-legged girls wore panties in red, black, and white. And they evoked the deadly gifts of death.
  Their commander, Faina, shook her scarlet breasts and sang:
  - Glory to the era of the Knights of the Cross!
  We will reach the end of our journey in the universe!
  And the warriors squealed and jumped up.
  One of them, Margaret, remarked:
  - The Almighty God is with us!
  Faina agreed with this:
  - Of course! And the Third Reich will certainly win!
  The girl stamped her bare foot and began to sing:
  -When we are united, we are invincible! When we are united, we are invincible!
  So the warriors shot and stomped and galloped with bare feet. Warriors of the greatest class.
  Irma also feeds a projectile through an automatic drive and roars:
  - A great victory awaits us!
  The girls, of course, are among those who will never give up. And they crush Soviet positions with colossal enthusiasm.
  Albina and Alvina are on top as always, showing off their aggressive chops. Let's face it, they're absolutely fantastic!
  Albina, knocking down a Soviet car with her bare toes, says:
  - I am a super girl!
  Alvina, knocking down another target with her bare heel, jumps up and, flexing her abdominal muscles, exclaims:
  - I am such a warrior that I defeated everything dead!
  And so the warriors parted ways.
  Gerda decided to try out the latest German innovation together with Charlotte.
  So far, only the E-25 self-propelled gun is likely to appear in large quantities - it's relatively simple to produce and inexpensive. Although this model is one of the first. That's where the two bikini-clad girls are lying. The vehicle is shorter than one and a half meters, which is why it's so well protected and armed despite its relatively light weight.
  Two girls, Charlotte and Gerda, lay prone and fired at Soviet guns. In front of them, tiny, radio-controlled vehicles moved, clearing minefields.
  Red-haired Charlotte fired her gun. She knocked down the Soviet weapon and shook her chest, barely covered by a thin strip of fabric. She cooed:
  - Mad fire of hyperplasm!
  And then Gerda gives it to me with her bare toes. And chirps:
  - I'm a very cool girl and not a bad one...
  The self-propelled gun moves along. And stops every now and then. Its frontal armor is heavily sloped, providing good protection. Soviet cannon shells are susceptible to ricochets. And the front of such a self-propelled gun is safe. The side, however, can still be penetrated. But the girls are in no hurry. This effective self-propelled gun surpasses the SU-100, which is still under development, in armor-piercing capability, and is also better protected, more maneuverable, and lighter.
  The Red Army also has few sushi tanks, or rather, they're still in the design stage. They primarily have the T-34-85 tank, which lacks a powerful gun and weak armor. And the German E-25 self-propelled gun, incidentally, is lighter, but far superior in armor and gun.
  The girls are fighting... Very beautiful and young. And the self-propelled guns are bombing and throwing them...
  It's a hot July, and the girls' bodies are glistening with sweat in the hot car. They can't give in and retreat.
  Gerda notes:
  - The gods of the Wehrmacht are clearly strong,
  But they don"t help the weak...
  If Adolf's cause is true -
  Create a world power!
  Charlotte sang with enthusiasm:
  - Yes, magic needs a "Panther" and a "Tiger",
  Spill more blood in spite of all fate...
  And there is no need for doubts and frantic games,
  Let the whole race on Earth fall to its knees!
  But these are German girls, and on the other side there are Soviet girls fighting.
  So the fight ahead is truly serious. Natasha and Anyuta fire a powerful ship's cannon and squeal:
  - Our flag will be over Berlin!
  And they bare their white, pearly teeth. And you can't stop the girls with mines.
  Two shells hit the frontal armor of the upper hull... They ricochet. No, the IS-2 is a serious vehicle and won't be taken so easily.
  The IS-1 moving to the girls' right appears to have been hit by a high-pressure cannon and stopped. Damaged the beauty.
  Alenka, flexing her abdominal muscles, sings:
  - Everything impossible is possible in our world, Newton discovered that two times two is four!
  The fighting continues unabated. The Soviet cannon fires at the Germans. Big Marusya loads shells into the breech. Such is the girls' life and destiny. And they sing:
  "No one can stop us, no one can defeat us! Russian wolves crush the enemy, Russian wolves - salute the heroes!"
  Augustine, firing from machine guns, says:
  - In the holy war! Victory will be ours! Forward, Russian flag, glory to the fallen heroes!
  And again the lethal cannon roars, and sounds:
  "No one can stop us, no one can defeat us! The Russian wolves are crushing the enemy, they have a powerful hand, you know!"
  Maria, this girl with golden hair, directs the tank and squeals:
  - Let's crush the fascists hard!
  The Germans are having a hard time, and fighting is also raging in the skies. But for now, the Yak-9 is too inferior in speed and armament to the German marks. Therefore, the battle is uneven.
  This remarkable ace pilot, Marcel, had quite a career during the war. More accurately, a remarkable and fantastic one. After reaching 150 aircraft, he received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. Upon reaching 400 aircraft shot down, he received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. For 500 aircraft shot down, he received the Order of the German Eagle with Diamonds, and after 750, he received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Platinum Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. And upon reaching 1,000 aircraft shot down, he received the Grand Cross of the Knight's Cross.
  This unique pilot achieved numerous aerial victories, and while he was still alive. Marcel had recently been promoted to the rank of general. But he still flew as a private pilot.
  As the saying goes, neither can it burn in fire nor sink in water. Over the many years of war, Marcel developed a hunter's instinct. He became an extremely legendary and very popular pilot.
  But he had another strong competitor: Agave and Albina, who had also each surpassed the thousand-kill mark. And Agave was catching up very quickly with Marseille. And she was still very young, and hadn't yet lost a single fighter.
  The girl pressed down on the pedals with her bare, chiseled feet and fired a burst of cannon fire. And four Soviet IL-2 aircraft were shot down.
  Agave giggles and says:
  - We're all bitches to some extent! But I have nerves of steel!
  And again, the girl turns around. She shoots down seven Soviet aircraft with a single burst-six Pe-2s and one Tu-3-and squeals:
  - I'm generally, if not super, then hyper!
  Agave is definitely a bitch. Lucifer's aviator. A very beautiful honey blonde.
  Here he fires another burst and shoots down eight Soviet Yak-9 aircraft at once and beeps:
  - I am the most creative and reactive!
  The girl really isn't stupid. She can do anything, and she's skilled at everything. You can't call her ordinary.
  And her legs are so tanned, so graceful...
  And here's Mirabela fighting against her... For a long time, Pokryshkin was the top Soviet ace. He earned five gold Hero of the USSR stars, shooting down 127 aircraft. But then he died. After that, no one could break his record. Except for Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova. And only recently, Mirabela, flying a tattered Yak-9T, surpassed Kozhedub. And having shot down over 180 aircraft, she became a seven-time Hero of the USSR.
  What a terminator girl! Someone like her could stop a galloping horse and enter a burning hut.
  Or even cooler.
  Mirabela had a difficult life. She ended up in a juvenile labor colony. Barefoot and wearing a gray uniform, she chopped down trees and sawed trunks. She was so strong and healthy. In the bitter cold, she walked barefoot and in prison pajamas. And she never sneezed even once.
  Of course, this phenomenon also made its mark on the front lines. Mirabela fought in the infantry for a long time, and then became a pilot. Mirabela's first baptism of fire occurred in the Battle of Moscow, where she was sent immediately after her colony. And there she proved herself a real tough guy.
  She fought barefoot and nearly naked in the bitter cold that literally paralyzed the Wehrmacht. Such a damned, yet invincible girl she was. And she succeeded resoundingly.
  Mirabella believed in a quick Soviet victory. But time passes. The casualties continue to mount, and victory remains elusive. And things are getting really scary.
  Mirabela dreams of victories and achievements. She has seven USSR stars - more than anyone else! And damn it, she deserves her awards! And she will continue to bear the cross of war. Even if Stalin is eventually killed, his legacy lives on!
  The girl comes in and hangs out... She shoots down the newest German HE-162 and squeals:
  - Top-notch performance! And a brand new crew!
  Really, she's a cool girl. A real cobra is capable of a lot.
  Mirabela is a new star....
  The fighting raged for several days, until a new week dawned, and on July 8, 1944... A Soviet IS-2 tank suffered damage to its rollers and tracks, but was being repaired. Such was the brutal and merciless nature of war. And how much longer would it last?
  And now Gerda has surpassed Knisel and Wittmann in the number of tanks destroyed.
  How could they not? They fight barefoot and in bikinis. The girls paused again, tormenting the Soviet children a bit more. And now they were approaching the three hundred tank kills. And they could count on an unprecedented reward: the star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  These are some girls!
  Gerda shoots at a Soviet vehicle, knocking its turret off and screaming:
  - I'm a damn creature!
  And fires again. Penetrates the T-34-85. And beeps:
  - Homeland Germany!
  The girl is fidgeting. And she's very active... She has a strategic streak. It's already mid-July 1944... The war drags on and on... Refusing to stop. The Red Army is trying to advance in various places. But rather cautiously, as there are few manpower resources left.
  And Russia is bleeding.
  For example, Hans Feuer. He was the youngest person to be awarded the Iron Cross First Class. He later became the youngest person to be awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross for capturing a Soviet general.
  Yes, this is actually very cool.
  And the boys show themselves to be extremely cool.
  Hans Feuer is a desperate fighter. The boy fights like a giant, in cold and heat, in summer and winter, wearing only shorts.
  The child throws grenades with his bare toes and becomes legendary.
  This is really really cool!
  Hans became famous for centuries! Even if only as an antihero!
  And in general, the war going on here is so incredible and intense... Any AI fades into insignificance.
  Agave is back in the sky, shooting down Soviet aircraft. She's a hunter and a predator. She strikes down the enemy.
  The vehicles she shot down fall. And then the girl fires at the ground forces. She knocks out an IS-2. And laughs:
  - I'm the best! I'm the girl who kills enemies!
  And again, the focus shifts to aerial targets. This is a tank destroyer, a fighter against all flying and shooting vehicles.
  But here's the little E-5 tank. A seven-ton machine. It's undergoing combat trials. And it's tearing at the enemy.
  And it"s time to sing - no one will stop us or defeat us!
  The E-5 rushes along, firing as it goes. And there's no stopping a tank like that. And the shells ricochet.
  And inside the car sits a ten-year-old boy, Friedrich, and squeals:
  - And I will be a real super fighter!
  And again, he fired... And it hit the very center of the turret. And its killing power, despite its small caliber, is colossal.
  And in the sky, Helga fights. A barefoot girl in a bikini scores, and rejoices in her fantastic success.
  With his bare toes he points at the Soviet vehicle and sets it on fire, causing a whole combat kit with shells to explode.
  This is cool and crazy.
  And Agave rushes forward... And also fights.
  It's already August 1944... The Red Army hasn't been able to achieve any success anywhere. But the Germans, too, can't make any significant advances. Now the fearsome underground tanks are entering the fray. But they're purely tactical.
  The girls rushed underground, destroyed a battery of Soviet guns and returned back.
  They captured a couple of young Pioneers. The girls stripped the captured boys and began torturing them. They beat the Pioneers with wire, then burned their bare heels with fire. Then they began breaking their toes with red-hot pincers. The boys howled in excruciating pain. Finally, the girls burned stars into their chests with a red-hot iron and crushed their male genitals with their boots. This was the final blow, and the Pioneers died from shock.
  The girls, in short, showed extraordinary skill. But once again, the Germans failed to achieve anything significant.
  Powerful self-propelled guns, the Sturmmaus, shelled Soviet positions, causing widespread destruction and annihilation. But a Soviet attack aircraft knocked out one of the vehicles, and the Nazis retreated.
  Saratov was still holding out in August 1944. However, the Germans managed to capture the city of Uralsk in Kazakhstan and moved towards Orenburg.
  Here are Albina and Alvina in the air again, this time on an experimental flying saucer. They navigate using their bare toes, pressing joystick buttons, and they do it with remarkable dexterity.
  The girls, of course, demonstrate top-notch aerobatics. They yanked their disc, and a dozen Soviet flying machines were shot down.
  Albina chirps:
  - Furious construction team! There will be a meteor shower!
  And he turns his car around again. And the girls destroy the Red Army. And thoroughly...
  Alvina also shoots down a dozen Soviet planes and squeals:
  - Crazy girls, and not at all virgins!
  That last part is true. Their couple had plenty of fun with men. And they did all sorts of things. Girls loved men-they enjoyed it! Especially if they used their tongues.
  A girl of the highest order... They tortured the young pioneer... First, they stripped him naked and poured a couple of buckets of water down his throat. Then they held a hot iron to his swollen belly. And how they scorched him! The young pioneer screamed in excruciating pain... It smelled like burning.
  Alvina hit him on the side with a hot wire. And how she laughed... It was really funny.
  After which she sang:
  - I'm tired of defending my rear - I want to tease my happiness!
  And how she laughs! And bares her pearly teeth! This girl loves to kill, what a girl!
  And the girl's feet are all bare and graceful. She loves to walk barefoot on the coals. And she also loves chasing the captured pioneers. They squeal so much when their heels are fried. Even Alvina finds it very funny. And Albina is also a girl, frankly speaking - superb! She'll elbow her opponent in the chin. And squeal:
  - I'm a top-notch girl!
  And she'll bare her pearly teeth, which sparkle as if polished. And the warrior is impressive! She can do things that no fairy tale could describe, nor can a pen describe!
  Both warriors, Soviet Yaks, Laggs, Peshkas, and Ils, are shot down from the sky. These beauties are active. There's not a shadow of doubt in them. And such wild and ecstatic beauty.
  The warriors control the joystick with their bare toes and attack Russian aircraft. They crush fighter jets, like a club against crystal. The girls are merciless and relentless. They emit the force of anger and the flame of passion. And they are confident of victory. Even though the war with the USSR has been going on for four years, it doesn't want to end. Albina and Alvina are at the peak of their popularity. And they refuse to retreat or stop for a moment. They keep moving and ramming the enemy.
  Albina, shooting down Soviet planes, squeals:
  - The girl is tired of crying, I"d rather drown my bast shoe!
  And how she bares her teeth and flashes her pearly teeth. And how she wants a man right now. She loves raping men. She really enjoys it. She'll just go and rape you.
  Albina roars:
  Sex girls is sex,
  Let's sing for great progress!
  And the warrior bursts out laughing... And starts killing all her enemies again. She has plenty of energy. And her muscles are full of strength.
  And Alvina roared:
  - We'll smash the enemy to pieces!
  And the warrior will burst into laughter! And she imagined the guys groping her. But it's frankly pleasant, to say the least.
  September is just around the corner... The sun shines less and less. On the first day of autumn, Russian boys run barefoot through the freshly fallen snow in the northern regions of Russia. They laugh, grin, and give the Germans the finger.
  Young Pioneers with red ties, short haircuts, some completely bald. They run, bouncing along. Their bare feet are barely cold. They've become very rough. Girls run too, also barefoot. Their pink, round heels sparkle in the sun. Wonderful Soviet girls. Slender, athletic, accustomed to making do with little.
  And they keep grinning and grinning at themselves... The first day of autumn is a real joy and a thirst for light and creation!
  And there's a dogfight in the sky. Mirabela, the number one Soviet pilot, is among the first to shoot down another German plane. And as always, she's wearing nothing but a bikini. Eternally youthful and unfading. Such is the spiritual strength hidden within her.
  Mirabella, however, also loves it when men touch her. She actually enjoys it. That's what she's a pilot for... When a girl's naked, muscular body is kneaded by men's hands, it's a real treat. And great pleasure!
  Mirabella knocks down another Hitlerite car and hisses:
  - I'm an armored bitch!
  The girl even pounds her bare, round heels on the control panel. She's magnificent. And inimitable.
  Mirabella twists free. And Agave flies towards her. Finally, two of the most effective female warriors-pilots have met. They fire at each other in a spin. Trying to get a shot at each other from a distance. But it's not quite working. Both beauties fly out of the firing line. And they bare their teeth aggressively. What bitches they are. They stare hard into each other's eyes. More precisely, they lock eyes and fire again. The German ME-262X is, after all, better armed than the Yak-9T, and the Soviet aircraft is shot down...
  But Mirabela manages to eject, losing her first aircraft in her flying career. The worst part is, she ended up in enemy territory. And that's just too bad. Such are the twists of fate. And on September 1, 1944, already in the fifth year of World War II, the world changes, but the Führer's reign in this alternate history game remains.
  Saratov is finally abandoned by Soviet troops, and the Wehrmacht army approaches Kuibyshev.
  Fierce fighting is also taking place for Orenburg.
  There, barefoot Tamara fights, throwing explosive packages at enemies, pushing them with her bare heels and squealing:
  - Glory to the land of communism!
  Veronica shoots at her opponents. She throws an explosive packet with her bare toes and shouts:
  - For the ideas of communism!
  Victoria, shooting at her opponents like Robin Hood in a bikini, chirps, throwing bombs at the enemy with her bare toes and howling:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  Olya, shooting at the enemy and mowing them down with a sickle, took and chirped:
  - For the greatness of the Soviet state and great glory!
  And with bare toes he will again throw an explosive package of colossal, destructive force.
  Larisa, firing at the fascists, squealed:
  - My country Russia, you are forever given by God under the blue sky!
  And winks at his partners...
  Agafya, shooting at the Nazis, purred:
  Orenburg will never surrender! We will stand against the enemies of the Fatherland!
  The girls are tough and intend to fight truly until the very last drop of blood.
  Orenburg was still holding out. But on September 3, 1944, the assault on Kuibyshev began. And of course, this was not good for the USSR.
  Alenka shoots at the fascists and screams:
  - For communism in the country of Soviets!
  And again, with his bare foot, he will launch a grenade of destructive power.
  Anyuta fires at her opponents and squeals:
  - We will defend Kuibyshev!
  And with his bare toes he throws a large, lethal explosive package.
  And will tear apart a mass of enemies.
  Alla, shooting at the Fritzes, chirps and shakes her chest:
  - For the cosmic heights of Polesia!
  And with his bare heel he will launch a grenade to destroy and cause the total death of all the Fritze aggressors.
  Maria, shooting at the fascists and throwing her bare foot at the paralyzing power of the Fritzes, squealed:
  - Board!
  And the girl will laugh out loud!
  Marusya, shooting at the fascist chains and throwing a destructive grenade with her bare toes, chirped:
  - Glory to communism and victories!
  Matryona remarked with a smile, sending another deadly burst and mowing down the Fritzes:
  - The Motherland is sacred!
  The girls fight like warriors.
  The test of the flying saucer was initially successful, but then it failed.
  So Albina and Alvina were now fighting again in the ME-309, a vehicle very convenient for their style.
  The girls fired at Soviet planes and squealed:
  - An outstanding park, and electronic spaghetti!
  Albina fired a well-aimed burst at the enemy, knocked down a Soviet vehicle, aiming it with her bare foot and squealed:
  - My first move will be fatal to the enemy!
  Alvina also fired at the enemy. She cut him down thoroughly and, baring her teeth, said:
  - Communism is my destiny!
  And with her bare toes she hit her next target.
  The girls are still fighting in the old aircraft. Propeller-driven fighters are still in production. Moreover, jet fighters still need to be adapted to, and an entire infrastructure needs to be developed for them. And that's not an easy task.
  Albina, shooting at Soviet vehicles, logically noted:
  - I will create the era of communism and lead the empire to the stars!
  And with his bare heel he presses down on the pedals.
  Alvina, firing at the Russian vehicles, piercing them right through, squealed:
  - Our goal is Aryan communism!
  Once again, the warrior used her bare toes. And she acted very quickly.
  When both girls returned, having exhausted their combat gear, they allowed themselves to be washed in the bathhouse. Handsome men beat them with birch branches. Albina, stretching, remarked:
  - Men are still needed!
  Alvina agreed with this:
  - Of course they are! Although we women are much more beautiful!
  Albina burst out laughing and chirped:
  - Why does a woman need a man so that she has someone to beat up!
  The girls, of course, agree with this.
  Helga with the TA-152 fired at Soviet tanks and pierced them through, grinning:
  - Glory to Kaiser communism!
  And the girl laughed.
  Agava is in the skies hunting for Soviet aircraft. The Yak-9, the simplest aircraft to produce, is increasingly visible in the skies. This aircraft, however, is not all that weak. The T-model is armed with a 37-millimeter cannon and can give a nasty sting to a Fritz.
  Agava fires from a distance on his ME-262 and hums through his nose:
  - I am the wisest in the world, I kill my enemies in the toilet!
  And winks at his angels in the sky.
  But here Mirabella is again in the air. This girl, despite all the losses, is not disheartened.
  And he even begins to sing, composing as he goes;
  I joined the Komsomol while playing,
  Beautiful girl of dreams....
  I thought the world would be an eternal May,
  Every day is the birthday of spring!
  
  But for some reason it didn't work out,
  Somehow I"m not given the ability to fall in love...
  Well, tell me guys, please,
  Life is a very strong oar!
  
  Suddenly the war thundered,
  And a hurricane of death swept through...
  And my girl's strong body,
  You can put yourself in danger at once!
  
  I don't want to give up, believe me,
  Fight for the Fatherland to the end...
  We carry grenades in a strong backpack,
  Stalin replaced his father in our hearts!
  
  The warriors are great of Russia.
  We can protect the world and order...
  The stars of the sky watered the velvet,
  And the hunter turned into the game!
  
  I'm a barefoot girl fighting,
  Full of temptation and love...
  There will be, I know a place in this paradise,
  You can't build happiness on blood!
  
  Great warriors of the Fatherland,
  We will fight firmly near Moscow...
  And then the dream under communism,
  Against the underworld with Satan!
  
  Brave Russian guys,
  That they fight fair until the end...
  They're firing from a machine gun,
  If necessary, from a gold crown!
  
  Even a bullet won't stop us,
  Jesus the great God is risen...
  The days of the predatory dragon are over,
  It became even brighter from the sky!
  
  I love you, my dear Lada,
  The supreme God Svarog will be glorified...
  We must fight for Russia,
  The best White God is with us!
  
  Don't bring the Russians to their knees,
  Believe me, our flesh cannot be tamed...
  Stalin and the great Lenin are with us,
  You also have to pass this exam!
  
  The pain of the Fatherland is also in our hearts,
  We believe in her greatness...
  We quickly open the door to space,
  Life will be very sweet!
  
  We are barefoot beautiful girls,
  We run so briskly through the snowdrifts...
  We don't need this bitter vodka,
  The cherub spreads its wings!
  
  We girls will stand up for our Fatherland,
  And we will answer the Fritzes, no to the evil ones,
  The hellish Cain will be destroyed,
  And greetings to Christ the Savior!
  
  There will be an era - there is no better one,
  The dead will rise again forever...
  The universe will become a real paradise,
  May all people's dreams come true!
  CHAPTER No 11.
  September 1944 was marked by fierce battles... The Fritzes managed to encircle Kuibyshev and Orenburg, and therefore these cities were doomed, but despite all the difficulties they fought.
  The girls demonstrated extraordinary resilience... In early October, the Nazis, not yet having taken Kuibyshev, attacked Penza. And fighting erupted for that city as well.
  Natasha and her team fought there.
  The girl threw a grenade with her bare, graceful foot and cooed:
  - For the Russian spirit.
  After which Zoya fired her bazooka, knocking out a German Lev-2 tank.
  The Germans slowed down a bit... The Panthers and T-4s were removed from service. But for now, these vehicles are still in service. The Panther is indeed a good tank destroyer, and fairly well protected from the front. But its sides are its problem. Then again, the Panther-2 is also protected from the sides, not particularly well. But it can withstand most of the guns.
  Development of the E series is underway... The E-75 tank promises to be a next-generation vehicle with well-protected sides. The Germans are counting on this. The goal is to create a tank that is not too heavy, fast, and well-protected. The first attempt at this was the Maus, but experience showed that this tank was excessively heavy. The E-100 was already being developed as a replacement. This tank had a more compact layout and a lower silhouette. Overall, its weight, compared to the Maus, was reduced to 130 to 140 tons. The sides were set at rational angles. The thickness of the sides, including the screens, reached 210 millimeters. The armament is the same as the Maus: a 128-millimeter gun and a 75-millimeter gun with a short barrel. The Germans installed a more powerful engine, producing 1,500 horsepower, and the tank could travel at forty kilometers per hour on the highway.
  Which is generally satisfactory. The E-100 is still too heavy a tank, though. But it has excellent armament and protection.
  Its combat qualities may have been decent, but transporting the tank, and transporting it, remained problematic. Experience showed that, for a tank to be transported with relative ease over roads and bridges, it could weigh no more than eighty tons.
  So Hitler set a limit on the E-75, keeping it within this weight while still creating a vehicle with reliable protection. For this reason, the 75mm gun was abandoned. The layout was designed to be as compact as possible: a single unit with the engine and transmission, mounted transversely, and the gearbox mounted on the engine. Then, perhaps, the result would be a tank protected from all sides and not too heavy.
  Hitler, in general, was not entirely satisfied with the German vehicles. Although the Lev-2 was arguably more advanced, its 105-millimeter gun was excessive against Soviet tanks and insufficient for firing at unarmored targets. The Panther-2, while generally satisfactory in terms of armament and frontal protection, still lacked side armor, and its performance was satisfactory.
  The Fuhrer demanded the creation of a tank that would satisfy the military in all respects.
  But this isn't so easy to achieve. The only way to do this is to compact the layout as much as possible, lighten the chassis with special bogies and springs, and move some parts outside the hull. And position the crew practically prone.
  Such a development could have proven quite promising. The first E-75 tank, unified with the E-50, could have weighed no more than seventy tons, and it would have been a formidable machine.
  Elizaveta fought in a T-34-85 tank and wasn't entirely satisfied with its protection. The armor, brittle due to a lack of alloying elements, didn't offer much protection.
  Elizabeth shot out with her bare toes and roared, baring her teeth:
  - I'm a space shrew.
  Catherine lashed out at the enemy, hitting him in the side and hissing, baring her teeth:
  - For communism in the USSR!
  Elena also fired very actively, aiming at the enemy, and hit him with deadly force, and considering the fact that her legs were bare, she wheezed:
  - For the constitution of victory!
  Euphrasia fired at the enemy, precisely using her bare toes, and squealed:
  - We are loyal to Svarog and Stalin for the greatness of the country!
  These girls are such fighters here. They have the most outstanding team.
  Some T-34-85 tanks were equipped with bulletproof protection, significantly reducing their weight. The vehicle's speed and maneuverability increased. But now it could be defeated by anti-tank rifles, large-caliber machine guns, and many types of grenades. Aircraft cannons can penetrate completely. However, this type of tank is even simpler to manufacture, cheaper, and increases its speed.
  If girls are driving this car, they won't let you get into it.
  Elizabeth, a swift girl of colossal destructive power, logically noted:
  - You can't replace valor with armor!
  Ekaterina agreed with this:
  - Yes, that's right, that way you won't get caught!
  And how you burst out laughing...
  The girls are incredibly charming. And when they do beat down their enemies, they do it aggressively and thoroughly.
  After their tank had used up its combat kit and gone to replenish its supplies, Elena asked her friends:
  - So, girls, what do you think, do we have a chance of defeating the Third Reich?
  Ekaterina answered confidently:
  - As Vasily Terkin said... We came to beat, not to count!
  Elizabeth corrected:
  - That's what Suvorov said!
  And the girl, with her bare toes, took a piece of newspaper and rolled it into a cigarette. She found it funny.
  Euphrasiya sang, swaying her body:
  - I'm a space terminator girl,
  It will be very painful for the Fritzes - cultivator!
  And how the warrior laughs!
  The girls decided to play cards. It's funny. And the losers do push-ups and squats.
  Elena, during the game, noted:
  "Seriously, we have no real chance of winning! The Caucasus has fallen and we're losing!"
  Catherine threw the card with her bare foot, beating her opponent and squeaked:
  - But we have a secret weapon!
  The warrior burst out laughing and threw the map with her bare toes as well.
  Elizabeth noted with a sigh:
  - We really only have one hope left - a new secret weapon!
  Euphrasia whined, throwing the card with the bare toes of her graceful feet:
  - We can"t do without a secret weapon!
  And the girls sang in chorus:
  - Our sword burns with fire, we will cut down our enemies! We are warriors of the USSR!
  The warriors are really in a fighting mood.
  But the forces were too unequal... In mid-October, Kuibyshev finally fell...
  The Germans managed to capture a key defensive objective. But the rains began to pour... There was hope for a pause in the autumn.
  However, fighting continued in the sky.
  Three Soviet pilots: Mirabela, Anastasia, Akulina fought with wild enthusiasm.
  Mirabella, shooting down a Nazi in flight, in her outdated but formidable Yak-9 T, sang:
  - There will be an era, the era of communism!
  Anastasia, pressing her bare toes on the trigger, confirmed, baring her teeth:
  - I will fly into the sky with a song!
  And she winked at her friends.
  Akulina crushed another German by pressing her bare, round heel on the pedal and said:
  - For the glory of the USSR!
  The girls, I must say, are truly fighters.
  Mirabella, shooting down a fascist ME-262 with a 37-mm cannon, chirped:
  - Glory to communism!
  Anastasia, cutting off the Nazi with a well-aimed attack and sawing through the enemy, yelped:
  - Glory to the red universe!
  Akulina is a very feisty girl; she knocked out a German car and whistled and growled:
  - For communism in the country of Soviets!
  The warriors must be noted to be of colossal coolness.
  Albina, Alvina, and Agava, on the other hand, are collecting their scores. And the girls are also fighting barefoot and in bikinis.
  How funny it is when girls are almost naked on airplanes.
  Albina knocks down several Soviet cars with her bare toes and squeals:
  -For the Aryan brotherhood!
  Alvina also fights the Red Army, and she does it courageously. She aims aircraft cannons with her bare toes and cuts down Soviet aircraft, screaming:
  - For bright ideas!
  Agava also shoots down Soviet fighters and attack aircraft, literally crushing them and roaring:
  - For the victories of the Third Reich!
  And the girls aren't averse to subjecting their opponents to cruel torture. Especially handsome boys.
  Albina, while roasting the pioneer"s heels over a fire, once noted:
  - Boys fried and with pepper are so delicious!
  And how he laughs. And sticks out his tongue!
  Alvina noticed this, baring her teeth:
  - The boy is fried in the oven, very tasty with garlic!
  Agave knocked down a pair of Soviet fighters with her bare toes and yelped:
  - We are space shrews!
  And she winked at her friends. She was a girl of rare, feisty stature.
  Albina, shooting down planes with her bare, graceful, chiseled feet, noted:
  - It"s impossible to understand Russia with your mind; how can you choose people like Stalin as your rulers?
  Alvina noted aggressively, baring her teeth and shooting with her bare toes:
  - And our Hitler is no better!
  Agave giggled as she knocked down Soviet vehicles with her bare toes and noted:
  "Adolf is certainly possessed! But at the same time, how much he's already conquered is beyond measure!"
  The girls are extremely combative and aggressive.
  And so they roasted two boys alive at once over a fire. They impaled them on a steel stake and started roasting them, while they screamed and writhed. Then, while the boys were still rattling, all the girls in the squadron began running up to the roasted pioneers, cutting off pieces of their flesh and eating them.
  And it was very tasty, especially if you pepper the still-living boys while frying.
  Agave, for example, ate the boy's thigh with great relish. The girls had done a fantastic job. All that was left of both boys were bones and entrails. The young liver was especially delicious. The girls gobbled it up with great relish.
  And now they are fighting in the sky...
  Orenburg fell at the end of October...
  The Germans have approached Ufa. It's already quite cold and snowing.
  Tamara and her team are fighting the Nazis on the outskirts of Ufa. The German infantry, composed of black soldiers recruited from French and Belgian colonies, is attacking.
  They literally fill all approaches with corpses.
  Tamara fires a burst, throws a grenade with her bare foot and squeals:
  - The era of communism will be glorified for centuries, I believe Stalin will be our firm hand.
  Veronica, shooting, says:
  - Don't break the USSR!
  And with his bare heel he throws up an explosive package.
  Anfisa, shooting at the Nazis and throwing another message of death with her bare toes, notes:
  - The greatness of communism is with us!
  Victoria, firing at the enemy and mowing down the Nazis, throwing a grenade with her bare feet, squeals:
  - Long live the great Fatherland!
  Olympiada is firing. And then this powerful girl hurls a whole box of explosives at the fascists and roars:
  - Glory to our space Motherland!
  And the girls will all scream in unison.
  - For the USSR! There will be a pioneer!
  The Red Army's female warriors fought in battle. And when it snowed, they still fought barefoot and in bikinis.
  In early November, the Nazis began their assault on Ulyanovsk, the city where Lenin was born and where Stenka Razin was seriously wounded. It is the capital of Russian cities.
  Alenka fights the fascists. And she sings to herself, throwing grenades at the Nazis with her bare feet:
  - Glory to Russia, glory...
  Tanks rush forward...
  Division in red shirts,
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Anyuta, firing at the enemies and mowing them down, and then launching explosive packets of sawdust with her bare toes, yelped:
  - For Stalin's communism!
  And she fired a burst at a whole line of black warriors, mowing them down.
  Alla, shooting at her opponents and using her bare toes to throw lethal grenades, squeaked:
  - For Mother Russia!
  Maria, firing at the fascists and using her bare toes to throw gifts of death at the enemy, snapped back and noted:
  - For space communism!
  Matryona, shooting at the Nazis and mowing down the enemy, said:
  - For a change in the battle!
  Marusya, while beating the Fritzes and striking them to death, took it and aggressively squealed, grinding them into powder:
  - For victories of the highest order!
  And with her bare foot she threw a grenade of deadly force.
  The girls here are so cool and energetic.
  Alenka, shooting and mowing down enemies, and throwing grenades with her bare toes, squeaked:
  - May the greatness of communism be with us!
  And the girl took it and knocked out the German tank with great aplomb.
  Here's another modification of the Lev-2 tank, armed with an 88-millimeter gun. The turret is narrower, the tank is smaller, and weighs about fifty-five tons, with an engine capable of 1,200 horsepower with forced throttle. A fast German machine.
  But he doesn't bother the warrior.
  Alla threw a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - For communism!
  Anyuta threw the deadly gift of death with her bare toes and cooed:
  - To new frontiers!
  And the girl started whistling. And the German Lev-2 tank just flipped over, and the wheels literally went flying.
  Maria, shooting at the Nazis, sang:
  - And the battle continues again,
  And my heart feels uneasy in my chest...
  And Lenin is so young -
  And young October is ahead!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy and mowing down their ranks, threw a grenade with her bare foot and chirped:
  - The first step is important in life!
  Marusya, knocking out the fascists, squealed:
  - Do you see again above the Earth, whirlwinds of furious attacks!
  And these are the unbending warriors.
  But the forces are still unequal. Penza has already fallen. And the Nazis are storming Saransk.
  There is not much left to the city of Gorky.
  On November 7, 1944, Stalin held another parade in Moscow. Even if it wasn't a victory parade.
  However, the Nazis bombed Moscow for the first time with V-2 ballistic missiles. At the same time, the city was bombed by jet aircraft, including Arado bombers. This action greatly shocked everyone. The V-2 missiles flew at a high trajectory and fell suddenly, not even properly detected by radar.
  There was much destruction and disaster. Soviet soldiers were killed during the parade.
  Stalin held an emergency meeting in an underground bunker that could withstand even a direct hit from an atomic bomb.
  Chief of the General Staff Vasilevsky noted with alarm:
  "The Germans have developed a new weapon of great destructive power. And our radars didn't detect it..."
  Stalin roared, angrily stamping his boot heels:
  - What idiots you are! You couldn't see such a surprise!
  Marshal Vasilevsky noted:
  - There was something, Comrade Stalin....
  Beria immediately reported:
  "These are A-5 class missiles. Don't worry, Comrade Stalin. They carry only eight hundred kilograms of aminolone, but cost as much as a good jet bomber. The Germans produced a couple dozen of these missiles, but they never went into production, as jet aircraft are both cheaper and more practical for bombing."
  Stalin, having calmed down, remarked:
  - So it's not an effective weapon? Very good!
  Beria noted with a sigh:
  "But jet bombers are a serious problem. We must fight them, Comrade Stalin!"
  Marshal Zhukov proposed:
  - Maybe we should just make our own missiles. I mean surface-to-air missiles. What, control them by radio and shoot down planes?
  Voznesensky noted:
  "It takes time to create such missiles! It's much easier to build very cheap planes out of wood, fill them with explosives, and ram the enemy. That would be kamikaze-style!"
  Stalin nodded in agreement:
  "Yes, kamikaze planes must be used. That's our chance, although in reality, such an attack only prolongs the Red Army's agony."
  Something more effective must be found!
  Yakovlev replied with a sigh:
  "Work on new aircraft is underway, Comrade Stalin. But for now, we're focused on maintaining maximum production. All reserves are being deployed, and children as young as ten are being put to work at machine tools. Full mobilization, both total and super-total."
  Stalin roared:
  - We need to do much more! What you're doing is far too little!
  Molotov said with a sigh:
  "We're still having trouble contacting our allies. It looks like we're alone. I tried to negotiate with the Japanese... They're demanding territory up to the Urals, which is unacceptable."
  Stalin growled:
  - We need to strike Japan in the winter, but what about Leningrad?
  Zhukov said, baring his teeth:
  The attack on Petrozavodsk wasn't as successful as expected. Sweden entered the war on the side of the Third Reich, and we had to contend with a much larger force. So, we couldn't immediately launch an offensive, and the enemy, bringing up Wehrmacht units, repelled our onslaught. Leningrad is completely besieged and completely hemmed in. I believe the entire population will die out by spring due to total starvation. And the fall of Leningrad will be inevitable.
  Resupplying it by air is practically impossible. The enemy completely dominates the skies. The Germans even award the Knight's Cross now, just for shooting down a hundred aircraft.
  Stalin growled angrily:
  - The offensive has failed!
  Zhukov nodded:
  "Many railways are destroyed, and we have concentrated too few forces. And we must give credit to the Finns and Swedes; they are staunch in defense. But that's not all. The Germans have also bypassed Murmansk. Now the city is surrounded. We don't know what to do!"
  Stalin growled:
  - Unblock!
  Zhukov objected:
  - We don't have the strength for this! And the enemy could seize the entire Karelian Peninsula!
  Stalin ordered:
  "Bring up your forces and relieve the blockade! The Germans aren't as strong in winter. We'll be able to put pressure on them!"
  Vasilevsky noted:
  - We must prevent deep breakthroughs, and then our enemy's forces will overcome us!
  Stalin roared:
  - We will fight for communism!
  Voznesensky reported more cheerful news:
  The SU-100 is already in the metal and ready for mass production. The chassis is based on the T-34, making it fairly simple to manufacture. The shell for the new gun is practically ready. So, the SU-100 is already appearing on the front lines. Tomorrow, the first vehicle will be heading to the front!
  Stalin nodded approvingly:
  "At least that's good news! But the T-34-85 shouldn't be taken out of production just yet. Furthermore, the armor needs to be thinned and the weight reduced to twenty tons. Combat has shown it won't get any worse!"
  Voznesensky noted:
  "And you can make armor out of wood! We produce a hundred of these tanks a day, even more than the Nazis. But the Fritzes can easily knock out our vehicles, even with light anti-tank rifles."
  Zhukov noted:
  - Gerda's there. She's such a tough woman! She's knocked out a lot of our tanks and guns.
  Stalin nodded:
  - We need to capture her and fry her bare heels. She's one tough chick!
  Zhukov agreed:
  - We must capture it! And we will crush the fascists!
  Beria nodded and muttered:
  - Let's carry out a similar special operation!
  Stalin noted with a sigh:
  - This is a great idea, but... There is still some finishing touches to be done!
  Beria roared:
  - Let's catch them all!
  Stalin shook his head:
  - No... Killing heroes is wrong! I want Gerda brought to me! It's urgent!
  Beria noted:
  - Alive?
  Stalin readily confirmed:
  - Of course, alive!
  Beria gurgled, puffing out his cheeks:
  - Everything impossible is possible, I know for sure!
  Several girls in short skirts and bare legs appeared. They carried glasses of wine and winked at the GKO members.
  Zhdanov noted:
  - We need more girls in the army! They'll bring order there!
  Stalin stated:
  I award Anastasia, Mirabela, and Akulina the "Order of Glory Star" with diamonds! Glory to the USSR!
  Everyone shouted in unison:
  - Glory to the heroes!
  And they clapped their hands.
  One of the girls bowed and knelt down, kissing Stalin's boots.
  The Supreme Commander poured wine on her and roared:
  - Our strength is our fist!
  Beria chirped:
  - Hitler is a fool!
  Stalin objected:
  - Not a fool, but the embodiment of cunning!
  And everyone applauded again.
  CHAPTER 12
  The city of Ulyanovsk was completely surrounded, but so far it was holding out... It was already the end of November, and snow and frost were falling. The Germans weren't exactly eager to advance, and were still just shooting.
  The weather in the air isn't exactly perfect for flying. But the girls are still fighting and showing feats of bravery.
  Gerda and her crew are in a Panther-2. But the Panther-3 tank is due to arrive soon, and the warrior really wants to fight in it.
  In the meantime, she is firing at Soviet positions.
  She aimed the gun at the target with her bare foot and fired. She destroyed a Soviet T-34 and chirped:
  - For holy Prussia!
  Charlotte also fired her cannon, pierced the Soviet howitzer and squealed:
  - Our happiness for centuries!
  Christina also fired, hitting the enemy with her bare foot and croaked:
  - To guys like you who are worthy of us!
  Magda also fired very accurately, chirping:
  - For the Greatness of the Empire!
  And Elizaveta's four fighters are fighting in the newest SU-100.
  The girls have mastered the new self-propelled gun and are shooting.
  Elizabeth kicked with her bare toes and began to sing;
  The fascist executioner tears out shoulders,
  Here is a rack, tongs, and drills at hand!
  He wants to cripple the body and soul,
  A worthless monster, but he looks cool!
  
  He promises money, steamships at sea,
  What even a title can give!
  In fact, it will put you on the spending spree,
  After all, for him you are just a corpse and game!
  
  He wants to know about our business,
  What new chains for the poor!
  Therefore, he will generously drive the lag,
  To forget father and even mother!
  
  But we will serve our Motherland strongly,
  We cannot be broken by the cruelty of the executioner!
  The branch will bend from a gust of wind,
  And the cry of naked babies is heard!
  
  Yes, I lost the first difficult round,
  But the Almighty will give us a chance to win back!
  And then I will knock out the enemy myself,
  My fist will give the bastard a hard jaw!
  
  My homeland gives me such strength,
  That it is possible to overcome pain and all tortures!
  And get out of this bottomless grave,
  So that the angry bear doesn't eat you!
  
  Just a little more and salvation is near -
  We will achieve victory over the enemy!
  To live under the cover of the light of communism,
  Let the sun flood the house with gold!
  And the girls sang and fired from a new, lethal cannon. They are extremely formidable warriors.
  Elena noted with a chuckle:
  - Communism will be built, we believe in it!
  Catherine agreed with this statement:
  - Let's build communism, and there will be triumph!
  Euphrasia took it and gurgled, shooting with her bare toes and hitting the Panther.
  After which the warrior squeaked:
  - Oh, communism, communism! Sophism will be severely suppressed!
  And the Panther was hit head-on and from a distance.
  These are the girls who can't be broken so easily.
  December is already approaching... The Japanese have almost ceased military operations due to the cold weather.
  But in the sky, despite the winter weather, fighting is still going on.
  Here Toshiba and Toyota, two Japanese pilots, are fighting like desperate thieves.
  Toshiba shoots down Soviet planes with his bare toes and shouts at the top of his lungs:
  - I am a super girl!
  Toyota, shooting down a Russian fighter jet and baring its pearly teeth, confidently confirms:
  - And there is a hyper woman!
  Japanese women, of course, are fighters with colossal launching power. There's no resisting the honor of a samurai.
  But in any case, the fighting in the skies is still raging.
  And on land, four ninja girls took on the task of exterminating Soviet soldiers.
  The blue ninja girl performed a windmill, cut down several Russian fighters, and with her bare toes launched a pea of explosive of colossal destructive power.
  She tore it apart and chirped:
  - Long live Japan!
  The yellow ninja girl also chanted the butterfly sword move. She cut down a row of opponents and squealed:
  - For communist revenge!
  And with bare toes, as the destructive present of annihilation will be launched.
  After which he will purr:
  - For the greatness of Japan!
  The red ninja girl performed a helicopter attack with her swords. With her bare toes, she threw a deadly gift of death and squealed:
  - For my love!
  And then she noted:
  - What does communist revenge have to do with it?
  The yellow ninja girl, chopping down Russian soldiers and throwing a grenade with her bare heel again, said:
  - And besides, there will be soup with a cat!
  The white ninja girl, cutting down her opponents and throwing the gift of death with her bare toes, said:
  - We will win for the ideas of communism!
  And all four warriors will laugh in chorus and show their pearly teeth.
  December passed quickly... After the siege, the Germans took both Ufa and Saransk. But Ulyanovsk, under complete siege, still held out.
  Stalin ordered the New Year to hold the city where Lenin was born at any cost.
  However, despite the freezing temperatures, the Germans were already approaching Kazan. So the USSR was on the brink of total collapse.
  There was no clarity or ideas about what to do in the USSR.
  Stalin celebrated the New Year in Moscow and in his bunker. His expression was gloomy, but his desire to fight remained strong.
  Hitler, for now, decided to arrange a farce for himself in Libya, where it was warm.
  And there he enjoyed the spectacle of fighting gladiator girls.
  Nothing special happened on New Year's Eve, except for the bombing of Moscow.
  And the first Panther-3 entered production. This tank had the same thickness of the Tiger-2's armor, but with steeper slopes, and weighed only forty-five tons. Its height was reduced to less than two meters. The powerful 1,200-horsepower engine was mounted transversely to the transmission in a single block. The vehicle itself was well-armed, with excellent optics and a hydraulic stabilizer. And the narrow turret housed an 88-millimeter 100 EL cannon, highly accurate and armor-piercing.
  Gerda and her team set out in this vehicle. The chassis, which was both improved and lighter, glided beautifully through the snow. This tank is perfect overall. And its heavily sloped armor provides excellent frontal protection. The upper hull is particularly well protected, with 150mm of armor at a 40-degree angle. That's roughly 330mm of armor at a 90-degree angle. No Soviet gun could penetrate the upper hull of a Panther-3. The lower hull takes up a third of the frontal area, with 120mm of armor at the same angle, and is also virtually impenetrable.
  The turret's front is 185 millimetres thick and angled at 50 degrees, making it impenetrable to Soviet guns.
  But the weaker 82mm sides are sloped, and they can be taken. Especially the SU-100, a new Soviet self-propelled gun quickly gaining popularity among the troops thanks to its ease of production and armor-piercing gun.
  Gerda fired the first shot at Soviet troops. She penetrated an IS-2 tank and said:
  - This is a good fighter!
  Charlotte noted, firing at the enemy and piercing the Soviet machine by pressing a button with her bare heel:
  - This technique is almost flawless!
  Christina, aiming the rapid-fire, automatic German cannon with her bare toes, noted:
  - The side armor is weak! We need a more powerful vehicle!
  Magda also fired, using her bare leg, and in a rage she took and yelled:
  - If only there were a troika, and a faster troika!
  And the girls laughed in unison... The tank is really good, especially its driving characteristics.
  The E-100 vehicle also underwent combat testing. It's heavy, but well-protected. And its guns can't easily take it out.
  And there are German girls sitting in it too. And despite the frost, they're barefoot and in bikinis.
  Adala, shooting at opponents and hitting the enemy, logically expressed herself:
  - We will live under communism!
  And he presses down with his bare heel...
  Agatha, firing at the Soviet positions, hitting the enemy with her bare toes, squeaked:
  - And the greatness of our victory will last for centuries!
  Agnes also fired a shrapnel round at the Soviet infantry, with her bare foot, of course, and roared:
  - No, we will not give in to the Fuhrer!
  The girl on the tank, Athena, hit the enemy with her bare toes and yelped:
  - For the Fuhrer, not to the Fuhrer!
  Agnes laughed and noted:
  -We are a tribe of supermen!
  Andriana, while firing at the Soviet battery and destroying enemy positions, stuck out her tongue and said:
  - The greatness of the Germans is recognized by the planet!
  And he will press down on his opponent with his bare knee.
  Agatha, firing, noted:
  - We will tear the dragon to pieces...
  The E-75 tank wasn't ready yet. The Führer demanded a weight of sixty-five tons and a 1,500-horsepower engine for high mobility, with at least 170-millimeter thick, heavily sloped side armor. And that would take time.
  But for now, the Nazis are winning anyway... In January, Ulyanovsk finally fell. The Nazis began their assault on Gorky and Kazan.
  They have gone this far beyond Moscow.
  Stalin was furious, but he couldn't do anything. Seriously, what could you possibly do here? It's a complete failure...
  But the girls are fighting both in the sky and on the ground...
  And so Natasha's SU-100 was destroyed by a German attack aircraft with an air strike. It was pretty cool. Although not exactly clever or resourceful. However, Natasha is no first-grader, and she can really hit the ground running.
  . Now girl turned out to be V already familiar tank T -34. Only A little friend . Tower larger , and weapon caliber in 85 millimeters instead of 76. Chassis Part former .
  Girls spun around on place . They such as​ And earlier , in one bikini . A here car Soviet production . There are And shells on place .
  Superman-Natasha With satisfied view grinned :
  - A Where fascists ?
  It appeared inside tank image young liaison officer . Boy chirped :
  - Here This tank which​ appeared on fronts second world wars V fourty fourth year And to these pores located on weapons Red army . To him . confronts , E -25. Self-propelled gun with 88 mm cannon and 120 millimeters frontal armor . Nice. fight !
  Really V distance With big labor Can consider German self-propelled gun . Squat , with long trunk . Unfamiliar girls who​ So early left fronts Great Patriotic wars . But Superman-Natasha straightaway same noted :
  - She us Maybe get it . U her length in 71 EL .
  Zoya here same suggested :
  - It follows go to V movement to​ Not got it !
  Futurist Angelica V annoyance noticed :
  - Here Damn ! Right away same slipped superior us car !
  Their young curator-officer angrily stated :
  - A This more A trifle ! E-75 was would more worse ! You would his no under one angle would Not they broke through . A So go for it !
  Superman-Natasha crossed herself And hissed :
  - How true I am a communist I say to you - to to hell !
  Futurist Angelica she barked , stomping barefoot leg :
  - Let's go !
  Soviet car some a bit tight started up , and buzzed . Break through . German V forehead unrealistic And should have come in Fritz V board . But try This do ? He from his own long-barreled guns How it will hit ... It remains only count on on speed .
  Superman-Natasha get angry . Normal German self-propelled guns Yes more easier thirty-fours so her surpasses V characteristics . Here You involuntarily you'll freak out .
  Soviet car is coming on rapprochement . Good box gears better former .
  Svetlana rests naked heels And chirps :
  - Fuhrer fast We let's edge it !
  Futurist Angelica confirms similar :
  - Hitler We we will destroy !
  Golden-haired Zoya roared :
  - Give it to me. to him hurry up By face !
  IN this moment weighty projectile Hitler's guns pleased directly V base towers . Girls lifted And carried away V torn out metal .
  AND later a second All four turned out to be almost absolutely naked in panties and hanging on on the rack . Under barefoot legs beauties was blazing bonfire . Flame licked naked , graceful soles girls .
  Superman-Natasha I tried it twitch , but her legs turned out to be tightly clamped V pads , and Very were sick stretched veins . This is was classical rack , with traditional frying five . A at girls legs Very even sexy , and fire licking​ soles does their more more attractive .
  But it hurts a bit beauties . They they're trying free yourself . But pads Very durable . A him more And Valkyrie girls​ hang weights .
  Same warriors V short skirts , with barefoot feet , bare hands , but bodies covered silvery chainmail . They they're raking with pokers bonfires , and toss up coals to​ heels fried stronger .
  Here And rack turns inside out joints , and fire fries from below . A here more And prince from the dynasty of King William appeared . In hands at august boys , the prince-demiurge exchanged second million dollars for a position in the SS whip from prickly wires . A more And her Valkyries warm up from flamethrower .
  Prince-deity winked , and How will hit To Superman-Natasha By muscular back . Although girl And courageous , but her from heels to back of the head amazed such pain that​ gorgeous wildly screamed .
  Next hit boy - prince brought down on Zoya . Ta Although And squeezed tightly teeth , no held on from scream . A on back appeared bloody stripes And burns .
  Barbarossa the Younger With with a grin said :
  - Learn you more necessary !
  Next hit came in handy By Futurist Angelique . AND this young woman Not held on from scream . Boy shoved my barefoot child leg V fire . Extracted nimble with fingers coal And threw redhead beasts V face . Ta screamed more harder , it hurts !
  Barbarossa the Younger With satisfied view said :
  - But You same wanted With by the Germans !
  After heated up , and Svetlana . How? that Not squeezed jaw , but Same screamed . All same whip from red-hot , prickly wires was more more painful , how flame under barefoot legs . Meanwhile more than that girls already got used to it for years get by without shoes , and their soles legs , very elastic And durable .
  But fire And their bakes . Valkyries already V hands hold , and whips from red-hot wires .
  Superman-Natasha in all throat she yelled :
  - Yes. What This such ?!
  Barbarossa the Younger replies:
  - Interrogation of the disobedient ladies! You are captured and will answer for everything!
  Natasha noted:
  "We don't want to die so senselessly! Let us go, and we'll keep fighting!"
  Barbarossa Jr. growled:
  - Why should I let you go?
  Angelica replied:
  - We are witches, and we can give the man who saves us the most valuable gift of all possible!
  Barbarossa Bock was surprised:
  - And what will you give me?
  Natasha confidently stated:
  - We will make you an eternal youth, and you will never grow old!
  The boy nodded:
  - Yes, I can let you go for this! But how will you prove it!
  Natasha stated:
  - Just stick your hand in the fire and it won't hurt! You'll see that we can do magic!
  Barbarossa Jr. carefully put his hand into the fire, twirled it and replied with a smile:
  - Yes, you can! Well, what about your freedom in exchange for my immortality!
  And the girls got a new chance. And the war was still going on... In January, Gorky and Kazan were taken.
  In early February, the Germans, Finns, and Swedes captured Karelia and began storming Arkhangelsk. The situation escalated dramatically.
  Elizaveta was transferred to this city on a SU-100.
  She was fighting there now. February and frosts. But girls still fight barefoot.
  The SU-100 weighs only eighteen tons, even with its bulletproof protection. It's vulnerable, but it's mobile. And it's not supposed to lie in ambush; it has to move to avoid being hit.
  When you move, the tank heats up and girls in bare feet and bikinis don"t feel so cold.
  Elizabeth, shooting at the fascists, sang:
  - And here they are, the conditions! And here it is, the environment! But then again, cold weather is good for our health! Cold weather is good for our health!
  And with his bare toes he fires at the fascists. And this small T-4 tank is penetrated.
  The warriors must be noted to be fighters of colossal class.
  Ekaterina also shoots with her bare foot and squeals:
  - Communism will be!
  Elena, also shooting at the enemy and piercing him through, laughed deafeningly:
  - A wild victory awaits us!
  Euphrasiya, punching through the Wehrmacht tanks with her bare, blue from the cold legs, confidently answered:
  - Nothing can stop us!
  These warriors are simply superb!
  But, alas, their heroism is also extremely lacking... Arkhangelsk also fell... There is clearly not enough ammunition...
  The Germans are advancing on Moscow from the rear. In March, fighting began for Ryazan. Hitler's hordes are flowing around from the east...
  Some emergency steps are needed.
  Moscow was still holding out, and Stalin convened the Security Council. The discussion was tense. No new ideas were proposed.
  Only Beria suggested:
  - Maybe we should really offer the Third Reich peace on any terms, just so they don't bother us!
  Stalin responded angrily:
  "This is not a constructive approach, Comrade Beria! We need strong moves!"
  Marshal Vasilevsky answered honestly:
  "Your Excellency, we have no reserves! Almost all of them have been ground to pieces in unequal battles. Apart from the SU-100, there are no other new weapons in production. The IS-3 will be ready soon, but that tank is complex to manufacture, and putting it into production under current conditions will be difficult."
  Marshal Zhukov noted angrily:
  - If you can"t win, then there"s only one thing left to do - die with dignity!
  Stalin was about to say something, but a barefoot girl in a short skirt appeared. Her bare heels flashed as she brought a dispatch.
  Stalin ran his eyes over her and roared angrily:
  Leningrad, unable to withstand hunger and a months-long siege, has fallen! Now our second city has been captured by the Fritzes!
  Marshal Zhukov spread his hands and noted:
  - Oh great Stalin... This is terrible!
  Beria suggested:
  - Maybe we should shoot a thousand people in honor of this?
  The Supreme Commander roared:
  - Shut up, you bald idiot! Something needs to be done!
  Molotov suggested, stumbling and nervously stroking the girls" bare knees:
  - Let's offer the Germans a temporary ceasefire, and only then begin negotiations for peace under any conditions.
  Stalin croaked:
  - Try it! But there will be no capitulation. If Moscow falls, we will wage a guerrilla war!
  Beria noted with a flattering grin:
  "But this will only increase the suffering of the people, Comrade Stalin. Perhaps..."
  Stalin decisively slammed his fist on the table:
  - No! Let Molotov offer negotiations! And nothing more, we'll fight to the bitter end!
  The Germans surrounded Ryazan in mid-March. Running low on ammunition, Soviet troops attempted to break out of the city.
  Alenka and her team run, their bare heels flashing across the melting spring snow.
  The girl shoots at the fascists and sings:
  - Glory to our spirit, glory to the great country!
  And with his bare foot he hurls the murderous gift of death. And scatters the Nazis in all directions.
  Anyuta, shooting at the opponents, said:
  - And our blow, sacred gift, and fee!
  Alla runs and fires at the fascists, throws an explosive packet of coal with her bare foot, and hisses:
  - We will never give up!
  And here is the sparkling Maria, firing at the fascists, thoroughly mowing them down, and snapping back with bared teeth, squealing:
  - No one will stop us!
  And her bare heel sent out a devastating packet of death and destruction.
  Marusya, shooting at the Nazis, quite logically notes:
  - Communism will never fade!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy and mowing down their ranks, quite logically and rationally notes:
  - And faith in the party will remain for centuries!
  And bare toes will throw a gift of annihilation.
  The girls broke free from the encirclement. But the situation is still tense.
  And they have nowhere to go.
  The spring thaw delayed the German advance somewhat. Furthermore, the Nazis allied with Japan and began occupying Central Asia.
  This also distracted them, and April passed relatively calmly. And in May, the first Soviet tank, the IS-3, was finally produced. And it could be delivered to the May Day parade.
  An aged and weakened Stalin looked on, hunched over, his expression one of mortal fatigue.
  The IS-3, due to its labor-intensive production, could not be mass-produced anyway.
  Its only significant difference from the other two was the turret's shape. It resembled a flying saucer, with a frontal turret resembling a crane's beak. While the increased slope provided good protection for the frontal hull, it complicated production. Furthermore, the lower part of the turret was vulnerable, and if a shell struck there, it would no longer ricochet.
  Stalin waved and disappeared into the bunker, and another Nazi air raid began. TA-400s and forward-swept Ju-287s took part in the airstrikes.
  And again they fired ballistic missiles with radio-controlled wings.
  The Kremlin suffered significant damage.
  Stalin was seriously considering fleeing Moscow.
  In mid-May, having completed the redivision of Central Asia, the Nazis launched an offensive on Moscow from both east and west. Another brutal battle erupted.
  The Soviet troops fought heroically. But the odds were too unequal. E-75 Tiger-3 tanks also appeared in the fighting, as did Panther-3 tanks en masse. The battles were, let's say, extraordinary.
  By the end of May and the beginning of June, the Nazis had completed the virtually complete encirclement of Moscow.
  Stalin solemnly announced that he would remain in the capital and would fight there to the death.
  Moscow was shelled and bombed. It was surrounded by very powerful defensive lines that were not easy to overcome. Enormous stockpiles of ammunition and food were concentrated in the capital.
  And Stalin was relatively safe in the underground town.
  On June 22, 1945, exactly four years after the start of the Great Patriotic War, Hitler ordered an end to the assault on the capital and instead ordered its systematic destruction with artillery and air force. And continued the relentless bombing.
  The main offensive shifted to Siberia. They needed to take Sverdlovsk and Chelyabinsk before the snow covered them... At the end of June and beginning of July, both key cities were captured after fierce fighting... The Germans advanced across Siberia. Soviet villages fell one after another.
  The Nazis approached Novosibirsk in September 1945. Fighting broke out for this town as well.
  The Red Army fought alongside local militias. Tamara fought like a hero here too.
  It's already the end of September, snow is falling, and it's freezing. And yet a battalion of girls fights barefoot, displaying wondrous heroism.
  And the warriors fight like panthers.
  Tamara fired a burst, threw an explosive packet of coal with her bare foot and squealed:
  - No one can stop us! No one can defeat us!
  The other girls cry desperately:
  - We will die, but we will not surrender!
  And the battle continues...
  It wasn't until early November that Novosibirsk fell... The war continued. The Soviet Union still hadn't capitulated. Moscow was blockaded and under fire.
  The underground city contained a strategic reserve of food and ammunition, so it was possible to hold out for quite a long time.
  The Germans constantly bombed and shelled the city.
  A new super-heavy tank, the "Rat," also appeared. This vehicle weighed two thousand tons and was armed with several cannons.
  The vehicle, with 400mm of armor, was used as a breakthrough tank... Passed combat testing...
  But it got stuck on the hedgehogs and was destroyed by a kamikaze pilot who rammed it.
  However, a new tank, the Rat-2, appeared, even larger and heavier...
  Stalin celebrated New Year's Eve of 1946 in Moscow, which was still untaken. The great leader of the USSR was hoping for a miracle. Moscow had become a veritable fortress city.
  Food supplies could last for another couple of years, and given the population decline due to bombing and shelling, for longer. But ammunition depended on the speed and intensity of the assaults.
  Beria nevertheless noticed:
  - Maybe, Comrade Stalin, we can come to an agreement with Hitler about our freedom?
  The Supreme Commander-in-Chief declared decisively, slamming his fist hard on the table:
  - I don't talk to cannibals, Lavrenty! You understand!
  Beria remarked with a sigh:
  - Let's hope for a miracle, oh great one!
  Stalin noticed, croaking:
  -Patience and hard work will overcome everything!
  EPILOGUE
  The New Year of 1946 was marked by local battles. The Germans and Japanese gradually captured all the major cities. Verkhoyansk was the last to fall in August. The Germans acquired new AG-50 tanks, shaped like a pyramid.
  Tamara and her team fought desperately in Verkhoyansk.
  The girls, as always, were barefoot and in bikinis.
  They stood to the death. And with their bare toes they threw explosive packages of deadly force.
  And then, when the ammunition ran out, they were able to escape into the taiga through basements and tunnels.
  They were ready to take up arms and wage war again, even if it was a guerrilla war.
  In the USSR, partisan zones emerged and an underground war unfolded.
  The capital was still holding out, but Hitler wanted to take it by starvation and was saving his soldiers, too many of whom had already died.
  Meanwhile, the girls exterminated the fascists and Japanese using a variety of methods and techniques.
  Especially Natasha and her team.
  AND turned out to be again V T -34-85. A car , of course. same , no new . And for the end of forty sixth years obsolete .
  A Here And AG -50. Reminds me of low pyramid With Very long barrel . Car all sixty five tons . Thickness armor with everyone 250- millimeter angles under tilt . For shells T -34 absolutely impenetrable .
  Superman-Natasha V annoyance hissed :
  - This How task ! Raise it mountain !
  Futurist Angelica looked around . Now They were V in his own traditional bikini . And something​​ beauty it came on mind .
  A Svetlana pressed on levers barefoot heels And I drove off tank . She hissed :
  - Maneuver ! Only maneuver !
  AG -50 is equipped powerful 105- mm cannon With length trunk in 100 EL . He capable hit on big distances . Those more than , at thirty-fours With quality armor It doesn't matter . One thing . hit And end .
  Svetlana begins swing Soviet tank . Here it is . enemy shoots . Projectile even a little concerns armor . But To happiness slips off . A after all power colossal - uranium core .
  Superman-Natasha whispered your own scarlet lips :
  - On icons With sadness faces - again empire to be born !
  Futurist Angelica fired using​ barefoot fingers legs . Projectile pleased V still standing pyramidal tank . And slipped With armor V ricochet . Already Very she inclined And cemented .
  German tank , of course same , impenetrable , with everyone angles even For IS - 7.A already Where to him T -34-85.
  Again German Svetlana is shooting ... pressed naked heel on brakes . And I was able to evade tank from defeats . Although fatal gift slipped through at all near .
  Superman-Natasha V rage said :
  - Yes. We And we're in trouble !
  Futurist Angelica She chuckled . cold-bloodedly tore off With myself bra . Bared high breast With strawberry with nipples . Bared her teeth . their pearl teeth . And chirped :
  - Coward Not plays V hockey !
  AND pressed scarlet nipple on trigger . Such Here she brave And sparkling she-devil . A Maybe kind , Russian angel embody .
  shell flew out from Not too much long muzzle . It flashed by ... And pleased directly V trunk German cars AG . Having beaten off his as if blow firecrackers .
  AND All four girls in chorus , they barked :
  - One , two - me Got it ! Fritz By horns So gave it !
  AND How shaken They your own barefoot legs . Here This girls ! A When at shooting use naked breast is​ V one hundred once more efficiently .
  Superman-Natasha With smile noticed :
  - This tank Now For us safe . But How his destroy ?
  Zoya With smile suggested :
  - A V combat cowboy style , we his let's sweep away !
  Svetlana accelerated movement his own tank . But enemy , unexpectedly turned around And rushed He ran away . picked up speed marvelous fast : all same gas turbine engine . And was obviously faster than​ T -34-85.
  As if elephant ran away from Moska . All of them . would nothing . But elephants they can move even Very fast .
  Superman-Natasha angrily moved By armor barefoot with your foot And roared :
  - There you go ! Well! How all the same We lagged behind from fascists !
  Zoya With sadness V voice , she sang :
  - All impossible , possible V ours world !
  AND shook his own hair , colors leafy gold .
  Futurist Angelica With with delight sang , and released another one projectile . That one got there V armored stern And broke down .
  - They're coming. whether dreams unprecedented ... Weave whether wreaths belated ... Mute was Gerasim once upon a time ! Now He swears swear !
  Svetlana strictly noticed :
  - Obscene language to swear is vulgar !
  Superman-Natasha wanted something​​​ say witty . But Here appeared another one fascist tank . On this once E -75. Also Fine protected V forehead , but much worse With sides . True, T-34 his All equals Not break through .
  On this once , Zoya threw it off With myself bra . And exposed scarlet nipple .
  I took it And pressed chest on trigger . weapon it worked ...
  shell again pleased directly V trunk massive guns . And hundred five millimeter gun came out from building .
  AND this German rushed run away . Good way output from building the most protected cars are​ beat By trunks .
  Superman-Natasha delighted stated :
  - Here See ! We we are winning !
  A Here And third tank . On this once " Royal" lion .​ him weapon , bomb launcher caliber in 450 millimeters . Such If it will hit then few at all Not it will seem .
  Superman-Natasha on this once decided shoot I took it off myself . bra . What kind? at her all the same high , and elastic breast . Fresh as​ at girls . And warrior How will take And will put pressure ruby nipple .
  shell flew out ... And " Royal" lion " received directly V trunk . And enormous car How will explode . What? And pair standing By edges tanks flew away on some hundreds meters .
   Yes And T-34 shook . The car barely Not turned over , and turned out to be torn off from lands .
  Futurist Angelica even hit at landing forehead , yelling :
  - As if horses donkeys !
  AND threatened Fritz with a fist .
  Superman-Natasha was satisfied , and grinned pearly , very large teeth :
  - Here We gave By to the enemy ! How it is supposed to be !
  Zoya sang , with with delight :
  - Love And Death ! Good! And evil ! What holy What it's a sin ... A to me know All equals !
  AND girl moved barefoot with a leg By metal .
  Next enemy E -100. Machine dangerous . C bomb thrower and 75 mm​ cannon With Very long barrel . Such assault modification , and capable fulfill role And fighter tanks . A seventy-five millimeter guns For Soviet tank quite enough .
   A trunk bomb thrower covered cap .
  Superman-Natasha crossed herself at help barefoot legs , and chirped :
  - Well , let's do it. his beat ?
  Zoya , skala teeth , agreed :
  - Of course we will !
  Futurist Angelica scarlet nipple pressed on trigger . weapon It worked . It spat out . murderous charge . And interrupted relatively thin , but but long trunk German guns .
  Svetlana enthusiastically chirped :
  - Excellent ! A Now give shoot to me !
  AND warrior Same exposed mine torso . U all fours breasts on height . And Very even beautiful , sexy , seductive . So With such girls I want to to do love . Well , what? Maybe be better them ? Probably only​ other girls !
  AND Here young woman caught the moment when cap started open up . And using mine scarlet nipple , like will release projectile By German bomb thrower .
  A Fritz Not made it in time even And with the eye blink ... How will take And it will explode ... Here All sides scattered smoking metal .
  Svetlana rubbed to myself strong hands And squeaked :
  - I girl authentic dragon !
  AND How will laugh ! And will take , yes will show tongue !
  Superman-Natasha took And enthusiastically sang :
  - Patriot ! Soviet Patriot ! How much? Fritz killed You !
  Zoya picked up a song , and shaking naked chest , she continued :
  - Patriot ! Red! Patriot ! And on girls All yours dreams !
  AND Same warrior How will take And will burst out laughing ! And tongue will show ! And will bare his teeth teeth - fangs !
  AND barefoot legs will move lever ...
  The girls here are clearly on top, even though their tank is outdated. And they continue to wage guerrilla warfare.
  But on April 20, 1947, a new assault on Moscow began. The Japanese, the Turks, and all foreign forces took part.
  Hitler finally lost his patience and decided to put an end to the USSR and Stalin personally, blaming him for the still-raging partisan war in Russia.
  They say that if Moscow falls, then the war will undoubtedly end.
  And the decisive, general assault began.
  The super-heavy tanks "Rat"-2, "Monster", E-200, E-500 and others also went into the attack.
  For one, the city was shelled with ballistic missiles.
  And the Third Reich's invulnerable combat disc aircraft were also put into action. Such was the armada.
  Alenka and her team bravely met the Germans and gave them a fight.
  Alenka threw a grenade with her bare toes, fired a burst and roared:
  - For the Russian spirit!
  Anyuta, shooting at opponents and mowing down enemy ranks, chirped with her bare heel, giving the package of death:
  - For the greatness of communism!
  Alla, firing at the enemies of the USSR and throwing a bomb with her bare toes, yelped:
  - For Mother Rus' in communism!
  Maria, firing accurately at the enemy and confidently mowing him down, noted, baring her teeth:
  - Russia needs a new leader!
  Matryona noted, shooting and confidently destroying her opponents, and with her bare toes, giving another gift of death:
  - Of course it is necessary!
  And from her throw, which landed on the rink, two German tanks collided.
  Marusya, firing at the Nazis, energetically noted:
  - The USSR had everything, but the enemy took over with numbers!
  And with his bare heel he launches something deadly and inexorable!
  Alenka encouraged her friends:
  - Don't rush to bury Rus'! We still have things to do!
  And with the toes of his bare feet he will throw up a destructive gift of annihilation.
  Anyuta, firing at the Nazis, agreed with this:
  - We will beat our enemies furiously, the river of the Fatherland will not dry up!
  And with her bare, round heel the girl energetically takes hold and hits her opponent.
  Alla, shooting at the fascists and releasing a piece of explosive from a slingshot, pulled the bowstring with her bare toes and said:
  - This will be simply a superman - who will replace Stalin!
  Maria, shooting with amazing accuracy and throwing grenades with her bare toes, said:
  - Everything that doesn't change, is for the better!
  Matryona, knocking down the Fritzes with well-aimed shots. And then damaging a tank with her bare foot, remarked:
  - We, with our unwavering and heroic will!
  Marusya hurled a whole bunch of grenades with her bare feet, causing the fascists' self-propelled gun to flip over and squeal:
  - I will be stronger than everyone!
  Alla, having knocked out the Nazis' transporter by throwing a grenade with her bare heel, noticed and corrected:
  - Not me, but us! Stronger and stronger!
  To raise her fighting spirit, Alenka began to sing, making it up as she went. And the other girls, firing at the Nazis, joined in;
  We are the girls of the USSR country,
  Which is a torch for the whole world...
  Let us show you, know the example of greatness,
  Here are the heroic deeds sung!
  
  Girls were born under the red flag,
  And barefoot they rush through the frost...
  Daughters and sons are fighting for Rus',
  Sometimes the bride gives the guy a rose!
  
  There will be a red flag over the universe,
  Shine as brightly as a torch-flame...
  After all, we have a heroic swing,
  And our banner sparkles with red!
  
  Don't believe it, the damned fascist won't pass,
  And the Russian spirit will never fade away...
  We will open an endless account of victories,
  We will say hello and hello to everyone!
  
  Russia is a wonderful country,
  You gave communism to the peoples...
  Forever given by God's generous gift,
  For the Motherland, for happiness and freedom!
  
  The enemy will not be able to defeat the Fatherland,
  And no matter how cruel and cunning he was...
  Our invincible Russian bear,
  The Russian soldier is so glorious for his victory!
  
  Beautiful Soviet country,
  The girls in it are proud that they are beautiful...
  She is given to us by our Family forever,
  And let us, Komsomol members, be fair!
  
  We are fighting on the outskirts of Moscow,
  There are snowdrifts in the snow, and the girls are barefoot...
  We will not give up our Fatherland to Satan,
  Even our scythes shoot accurately!
  
  So the girls are furious and eager to fight,
  And they throw an explosive packet with their bare heel...
  He's only a cool looking fascist,
  Actually, just evil Cain!
  
  The enemies can't defeat the girls,
  They were born under such a star...
  Our bear is an invincible monster,
  Who made the Motherland his wife!
  
  We Russian girls are good,
  We are not afraid of torture and frost...
  And we will repel, believe me, the onslaught of the evil horde,
  The enemy will die from the dose!
  
  The enemy was driven back from Moscow,
  Even though he has a lot of enormous power...
  We girls are so proud of ourselves,
  Enemies will all disappear into the graves!
  
  Don't believe it, Rus' cannot be defeated by enemies,
  Since every knight from the cradle...
  The hunter has apparently become the game,
  And the enemy is still just a child!
  
  But the Russian spirit, the great spirit, believe me,
  You know, there are such powers hidden in it...
  The enemy will be completely crushed,
  After all, knights are invincible in battle!
  
  Cast aside your doubts, girls,
  We are the bravest people in the world...
  Let us cast Satan's hordes into hell,
  Let's soak all the enemies in the toilet!
  
  The holy war will end,
  Peace and morning will come over the planet....
  She is forever given to the sun,
  May summer burn forever!
  
  And communism eternal in glory,
  And with us are Lenin and the great Stalin...
  In bloody cinema there is only fascism now,
  And our will, believe us, is stronger than steel!
  
  My Russia rules for centuries,
  And she gave happiness to the whole universe...
  It takes a fist of steel,
  And daring, but of a reasonable nature!
  
  
  
  WITCHES WHO CREATE MIRACLE WEAPONS
  Gerda, Charlotte, Magda, and Kristina, who had previously tested the Tiger, were also developing a promising model: the Panther-2. The girls mounted the engine and transmission in a single transverse unit, and made the turret narrow and smaller. The gearbox was mounted directly on the engine. As a result, the Panther-2's silhouette was less than two meters, and the crew was reduced to three. The frontal hull armor thickness increased to 120 mm at steep slopes, and the sides to 82 mm at slopes. The turret's front armor was increased to 150 mm, and the sides were 82 mm at slopes. The entire vehicle's weight was reduced to 35 tons, allowing for a 700-horsepower engine and increasing the tank's speed and maneuverability. At the same time, the vehicle's cross-country ability was improved, and the chassis became lighter and much easier to repair and maintain. Only six rollers, which is practical and convenient. Hitler liked the Panther-2, and it entered production in September 1943. It was a successful vehicle, with a good, armor-piercing, rapid-fire gun. It operated and moved quickly, boasting excellent ergonomics.
  And most importantly, it was easier to manufacture and required less metal. And at the same time, it was extremely durable. It's not easy to penetrate such a vehicle with its heavily sloped armor.
  The Soviet forces faced a serious problem. Furthermore, instead of pursuing the V-2 program, the Germans invested in developing a national fighter, creating the XE-162, which was simple and inexpensive to produce, very light, and maneuverable.
  This machine was developed under more favorable conditions and is comparatively easy to operate. And it's not all that easy to master.
  It forced Soviet and allied forces into brutal aerial combat. The fighter weighed only one and a half tons empty and was made almost entirely of wood. So the aircraft proved remarkably effective.
  The situation was further aggravated by the fact that German girls began actively joining air force units.
  Albina and Alvina began to actively rack up the score, usually fighting barefoot and in bikinis. And these girls couldn't be knocked down. And they themselves were so active in cutting down their opponents. And how beautiful these blondes were: simply true Aryans!
  Albina presses the trigger with her graceful foot and cuts down a couple of Soviet planes and squeals:
  - Glory to the Third Reich!
  Alvina presses the trigger with her scarlet nipple and hits three Soviet vehicles, roaring:
  - Glory to our Motherland!
  These fighting girls aren't weak. No, they're very aggressive and capable of tearing anyone apart.
  Overall, this army was daring. And the front line stabilized during the winter. Meinstein launched a counterattack and managed to defeat the Soviet forces beyond the Dnieper, creating a couple of large pockets. The Germans also managed to repel an offensive near Leningrad. Here, they relied on a strong defensive line. Furthermore, after the defeat in Ukraine, Stalin withdrew several divisions from this direction, allowing the Germans to repel the attacks. The front held, and the Germans were able to hold out along the entire attack perimeter during the winter.
  Gerda personally fought in a Panther-2, alongside the girls. And despite the winter, the beauties fought barefoot and in nothing but bikinis.
  Gerda pressed the joystick buttons with her bare toes, hit the enemy, and squeaked:
  - Glory to our empire!
  Charlotte also pressed her bare toes on the lever, blew off the T-34's turret, and confirmed with aggression:
  - Glory to the heroes!
  Christina hit the button with her scarlet nipple and, striking the Soviet machine, squealed:
  - And glory to us!
  Magda fired a burst of four machine guns, cut down the Soviet infantry with her bare toes and said:
  - Eternal, victorious glory!
  So the girls are being naughty and their naked, round heels are sparkling.
  And the Tiger-2 is on the way; this tank, weighing fifty-five tons, promises to have 250-millimeter protection on the front and 170-millimeter protection on the sides.
  That, given the 88-millimeter gun in the 71 EL, is a very decent vehicle.
  And so in the spring the Germans are already advancing in Italy and confidently defeating the allies.
  They take Naples and invade Sicily.
  And the Allied troops surrender by the hundreds of thousands. And they are thoroughly routed. The German Panthers are unstoppable.
  And the girls make the Englishmen fall on their knees and kiss their bare, shapely feet, and lick the round heels of the beauties with their tongues.
  In June, the Allies attempted an offensive, landing troops in Normandy. But they suffered a crushing defeat. Again, hundreds of thousands were taken prisoner, and a huge amount of equipment was captured.
  Roosevelt suffers a heart attack and becomes incapacitated. The United States tries to wind down this difficult war. Britain considers peace with the Nazis. The situation is exacerbated by more powerful bombing raids on British cities using jet aircraft. And British fighters are unable to catch these aircraft.
  So Churchill, too, begins to sue for peace. But the Führer is adamant. He is bursting with the realization of his own strength.
  But the British finally agree to peace. This worries Stalin, who offers the Führer a truce. Hitler agrees to a three-year ceasefire, on the condition that there be no partisan sabotage, the two sides maintain their borders, and the USSR sells oil and grain to the Germans.
  Stalin gave his consent to this... And the Fritzes were given a free hand.
  The first strike, of course, was Gibraltar. By capturing this fortress, troops could be transported to Africa via the shortest possible route. During the assault on the fortress, the Germans used the latest MP-44 assault rifles, and the girls also improved them, making them significantly lighter and more reliable.
  And in the sky, Albina and Alvina fought, the girls who made the German planes much more practical and fast.
  And they crushed the Allies left and right. Gibraltar would have been taken immediately. Franco was forced to accept Hitler's ultimatum. He couldn't let the Nazis occupy his country.
  The Germans accelerated their tanks and broke into the enemy's location.
  After the fall of Gibraltar, the Nazis entered Morocco. They moved forward, capturing territory. Nazi tanks were especially active in Algeria. The Panther-2 glided swiftly across the sand. It was modernized, equipped with a more powerful engine, and off it went. The Panther-2 satisfied the military with its frontal protection, and the Tiger-2 was a truly stunning tank. The Allies fell as if mown down.
  German women fought in the desert, usually barefoot and in bikinis. They only applied a special protective cream to their skin to prevent sunburn.
  Then the beauties make the captured Englishmen kneel and lick their heels. And this pleases the Africans, who do it with enthusiasm.
  1945 was a very successful year for the Germans, who captured most of Africa and the Middle East. And in the first half of 1946, they also captured India, Burma, and the rest of Africa. However, supplying troops, stretched communication lines, and the terrain presented more problems than resisting British and American units. Moreover, the colonial troops were not particularly willing to fight. In terms of equipment, the Germans had an overwhelming advantage in terms of quality. For example, the ME-262 X has a speed of up to 1,200 kilometers per hour and is armed with five aircraft cannons. Meanwhile, the US and Britain lack combat-ready jet fighters, much less bombers.
  The Germans also developed disc-shaped aircraft that could reach speeds approaching four times the speed of sound. They were completely invulnerable to small arms fire, thanks to the laminar flow of air that flowed around them. However, this also prevented them from firing. However, they could be used to drop bombs from above, for reconnaissance, and, most importantly, to ram enemy aircraft by shooting them down with the jets.
  Flying saucers were effective weapons with a long range, capable of flying from Europe to the United States. And they were sometimes piloted by very beautiful women who preferred to fight barefoot and in bikinis.
  Here's Gertrude and Eva in flight. Such two wonderful cuties. For example, they captured a black American. They tied him to a log. And they rode his masculine perfection for so long that the captive passed out from overexertion.
  And now Gertrude, with her bare toes, took the disc and aimed it at the target, shooting down American planes. What a fighter.
  And Eva, too, with the help of her bare toes, aims a machine of deadly power at the enemy.
  And with fury he rams the enemy, and the machines of England and the USA fall.
  The Germans planned the landing for late November. Firstly, no one expects it at that time. Indeed, the weather is not particularly favorable, making survival risky. But on calm days, it's possible to cross the English Channel and land. Furthermore, there are advantages to landing at night, as it's much more difficult to defend oneself in the dark.
  By this time the Germans had seriously decimated the English and American fleets.
  So the landing was expected to be a smooth one. A powerful strike force was expected to be the special battalions of girls, who, even in the freezing cold of late November, were barefoot and wearing only bikinis.
  The landing began on November 26, 1946, the anniversary of the Reichstag elections, after which Hitler received the post of Reich Chancellor.
  There was no one to prevent the landing. And the attack involved large masses of infantry and even the latest pyramidal tanks, which could not be penetrated from any angle.
  The girls, of course, fight inside them and act bravely.
  And some warriors are already breaking the ice on puddles frozen at night, barefoot. And they fight with incredible courage. And they perform miracles of colossal power. And when they hurl grenades with their bare toes and tear the Englishmen to pieces, it becomes truly amazing...
  Gerda, meanwhile, fights in a pyramid-shaped Tiger-4 tank with a cannon and a bomb launcher, and quite bravely at that. She fires shell after shell, tearing her enemies to pieces.
  By hook or by crook, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes, the girl roars:
  - We are actively grinning and exterminating very strongly!
  Charlotte uses the scarlet nipple when shooting, pressing it on the joystick button and hitting the enemy, she chirped:
  - Our universal construction team!
  Christina also fired a rocket launcher, using her bare toes. She blew apart a mass of enemies and muttered:
  - For the greatness of the Third Reich!
  And Magda followed suit. This time, with the help of a strawberry nipple. She tore her opponent apart and roared:
  - For Aryan communism!
  These girls are absolutely top-notch! And the way the female infantry runs, barefoot, throwing grenades on the fly. How awesome and deadly it is.
  The girls are so feisty and beautiful.
  And they're crushing the British left and right. It's no wonder that, with such an offensive and landings from both France and Norway, England only held out for ten days. That's amazing!
  The mother country had fallen. And the next stage was the march on America. In February, despite the winter, the Germans landed in Iceland-Operation Icarus-and captured this vital territory.
  Once again, barefoot girls from various SS battalions took part in the battles.
  And they achieved success, their bare heels flashing through the snow.
  In March 1947, Stalin proposed to Hitler a joint war against the United States. The Führer agreed, but on the condition that the USSR would only regain Alaska, a somewhat legitimate territory, and would not lay claim to anything more.
  Stalin agreed... And the Soviet invasion through Alaska began. So swift and brutal.
  New Soviet tanks were moving.
  Elizaveta's crew fought in the very first, experimental, and not quite finished, T-54 tank. April 1947. There was still snow in Alaska, but Russian girls were fighting barefoot and in bikinis. And such beautiful girls.
  Elizabeth shoots at the enemy with her bare toes. She hits an American Sherman. And, baring her teeth, the warrior says:
  - Glory to the ideas of great communism!
  Ekaterina also shoots using the bare toes of her chiseled feet and squeals:
  - Glory to the victorious results of our army!
  Elena also fired, this time using the scarlet nipple of her breast, hitting the enemy very accurately and growled:
  - Glory to new decisive victories!
  Euphrasiya, using a strawberry nipple, struck the opponents and, piercing the Pershing, roared:
  - And we will win!
  The warriors, it seems, have gone wild like vixens. And are thrashing the Americans like crazy.
  A shell hits the tank's forehead, but immediately ricochets. Elizaveta roars and jumps:
  - Glory to the ideas of communism!
  And she sends a projectile back, using her bare toes. Now that's a girl on a mission.
  These are the fighting beauties.
  Soviet troops held out in Alaska. And in May, the very first IS-7 built in metal arrived.
  And on it is Alenka's tank crew.
  That's the kind of fighter she is. Once she fires at her enemy, she hits him with pinpoint accuracy.
  And what a powerful gun: 130mm. It penetrates the enemy from a long distance. The Americans' main tank is still the Sherman, which is only good for scoring against the German and Soviet tank aces. They have the slightly better Pershing, with a gun more powerful than the 90mm. And the very few Super Pershings, whose 90mm gun and 73 EL long barrel are capable of inflicting a dangerous wound on the Soviet IS-7 in the side and at close range. American guns are completely incapable of engaging the pyramid-shaped German tanks from any angle. The IS-7 can be penetrated in the side. The T-54, a "Super Pershing," can take a frontal hit at close range and a side hit at a distance. But for now, the USSR's main tank is the T-34-85, which is still in production and fighting the Americans. It is approximately equal to the Sherman and weaker than the Pershing.
  So, Soviet soldiers are having a hard time. And they look with envy at the only, very first experimental tank, the IS-7.
  This car is proud and cool.
  The IS-2 and IS-3 are also fighting. The latter is impenetrable from the front except for the Superpershing. Well, the IS-3 can also be penetrated in the lower hull.
  The IS-2 is somewhat weak in frontal armor and turret.
  Natasha and her team fight in this tank. They're fighting beauties. And they deliver devastating blows from the IS-2, firing deadly shells.
  Natasha pressed down with her bare toes and threw out a lethal blow, piercing the American and yelped:
  - Glory to the ideas of good communism!
  Zoya pressed her scarlet nipple onto the killer lever and yelped:
  - For Aryan peace and order!
  Augustine also struck with a destruction attack using her bare heel, hitting the enemy and barked:
  - For decisive victories!
  And Svetlana finally throws out her bare toes, cuts down her opponent, and squeals:
  - To the great powers!
  The Red Army women were advancing through Alaska. Summer had arrived and it was warm, and the girls enjoyed riding tanks in bikinis and barefoot. The Germans, having crossed Greenland, landed in Canada. And from the south, they began to advance from Argentina. In Brazil, a split occurred between pro-German and pro-American factions. The Germans, with a powerful strike from their more combat-ready divisions, decided the situation in their favor.
  The Nazis acquired a more powerful and effective assault rifle, capable of long-range, rapid-fire fire. The Yankees suffered defeat after defeat.
  A new team of English girls, led by Jane Armstrong, was advancing from the south... The warriors fought in Brazil in the summer... The pro-American forces resisted weakly.
  But in Venezuela, the warriors found themselves pitted against American troops. They fought in the outdated Panther-2, which had been largely phased out in favor of pyramid-shaped models.
  But even in this regard, the British tanks were stronger than the Americans. They fired their guns at the Shermans, which were already hopelessly outdated and could only fight on equal terms with the Soviet T-34s.
  Jane fired from a distance, using her bare toes. She hit her opponent and chirped:
  - This is the greatness of Britain - it will never fade!
  Gringeta slammed her bare toes into the enemy, shattering the Sherman and squealing:
  - Our kingdom will be cool!
  And she showed her tongue!
  Then Monica fired, hitting the enemy right on target with her bare feet and cooed:
  - For the salvation of the soul!
  And Malanya followed suit, accurately hitting the more dangerous Pershing, shattering its hull.
  Of course, with her bare toes she cooed:
  - Glory to the ideas of the royal forces!
  The girls fought very aggressively and constructively.
  And in Canada, elite German units were advancing. Gerda, in a pyramid-shaped Tiger IV tank, crushed America and its dominions. And they crumbled under the enemy's crushing blows.
  Gerda fired with her bare toes, hit the enemy and yelped:
  - For Aryan communism!
  Charlotte also hit, this time with a scarlet nipple, pierced the American car and gurgled:
  - For the greatness of Germany!
  Christina also lashed out at the enemy. She crushed his armor with her bare toes, like an eggshell, and gurgled:
  - For our phenomenal achievements!
  Magda thundered, crushing the enemy like clay, and roared:
  - For such resources that cannot be described in a fairy tale or with a pen!
  The girls are incredibly feisty and quite active. They're a lot of fun to be around.
  And so Canada's main cities, Quebec and Toronto, fell. And life became better, and more joyful for the Krauts...
  Hitler declared that America would be finished off!
  The US failed to develop the atomic bomb. Apparently, luck had turned against America in this case, favoring the Wehrmacht. So what? There are other foundations for victory and success. So it's far too early to despair.
  But the Fritzes, with their foreign regiments, are far superior to the US in terms of troop quality. And they are capable of great destruction of the enemy.
  Gerda, for example, caught a black fighter. And the girls beat him up so much, forcing him to make love, that he kicked the bucket. And that's actually pretty cool.
  In the fall of 1947, the Nazis entered the United States proper. Soviet troops were still fighting in Canada.
  Alenka, in an IS-7, fought an entire brigade of Shermans and Pershings. The Shermans here were Firefly-class, with a long-barreled 76mm gun, which is dangerous for an IS-7 when fired at the side. So the girls found themselves in a serious situation. The IS-7, for all its advantages, has a gun with a limited ammunition supply and a slow rate of fire.
  Here Alenka fired with her bare toes, hit the American and squealed:
  - On my path of war!
  Anyuta fired in turn, using her scarlet nipple, hit the Sherman and yelped:
  - For the victories of the USSR!
  Alla also hit the American car with her bare toes and yelped:
  - For the ideas of communism!
  Maria also hit him with a strawberry nipple, smashing her opponent into pieces and hissed:
  - For Lenin's great manuscripts!
  And Matryona kicked with her bare heel, shattering the Sherman"s armor, and squealed at the top of her lungs:
  - For my knights of light!
  What a bunch of girls, these are the hottest! And they're all so young and fresh. And they smell like honey. No wonder the soldiers lick their tongues with such pleasure. And they lick their lips.
  Yes, the IS-7 retreated back to avoid being torn to shreds. That's what a tank is, a tank to beat.
  Maybe except for the German pyramid ones...
  But most of the Shermans were destroyed, and the rest retreated.
  This is how Soviet girls chopped it up.
  And in the sky, Anastasia Vedmakova and Alenka Sokolovskaya are thrashing the Fritzes. These Pokryshkin girls are no match for them. And these beauties fight barefoot and in bikinis. And they use their red nipples when firing, which increases their combat effectiveness.
  But Albina and Alvina understand better. The girls have already earned six degrees of the Knight's Cross. The highest, sixth degree, the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and diamonds, was awarded to them after they each shot down over a thousand aircraft.
  These are girls - girls to all girls...
  But both Anastasia Vedmakova and Alenka Sokolovskaya had each assembled over two hundred aircraft. And they each already had eight Hero of the USSR stars.
  Anastasia pressed the firing button of the aircraft cannon with her bare toes and shot down the American aircraft, squealing:
  - I am a super girl!
  Alenka Sokolovskaya slashed at the enemy with her scarlet breast nipple, knocking down three planes, and barked:
  - And I'm even cooler!
  These are some girls, some real girls!
  And they destroy America.
  Well, of course, Alvina and Albina make it even more fun and cool.
  Alvina uses scarlet nipples when shooting...
  And Albina has strawberry...
  And both girls love to work their tongues with jade-like, pulsating rods. They have such passion and an aggressive spirit!
  Albina pressed her bare toes and chirped:
  - And they go to sea, the brave girls!
  Alvina, firing, confirmed:
  - Cool element, element of murder!
  And now the Germans, Soviets and Japanese have penetrated deeper into American territory.
  The Japanese have their own fighters: female ninjas. Very brave and combative.
  Here's a blue ninja girl, releasing a razor blade with her bare toes, cutting off the heads of Americans and yelping:
  - They won't pass!
  And he will chop the mill with swords.
  And the yellow ninja girl will draw a real fan with her swords. And then, with her bare toes, she will throw poison needles and launch them, killing Yankee troops and piercing her opponents.
  And he will howl at the top of his lungs:
  - To all Japanese glory!
  And the girl with red hair, as if performing a slanting mill, cuts down the enemies.
  And then he'll take it and slam his bare toes into them, scattering the Yankees in all directions. Now that's some martial beauty.
  And he will roar:
  - We are ninjas!
  And then the white-haired ninja girl will perform a helicopter move with her swords. She'll chop down her opponents, crush them. And lightning will shoot from her scarlet nipple, roaring:
  - For the victory of Japan!
  Well, no one can resist such beauties! These are girls, girls to be reckoned with...
  And they are so aggressive.
  But now the fighting is raging with colossal intensity. Axis forces are advancing from both north and south, literally squeezing America with gigantic pincers.
  This is the clampdown on a once glorious country that boggles the mind.
  By the end of autumn, the Fritzes had already made significant inroads into US territory.
  Here Gerda is fighting in a Tiger-4 tank and at the same time remembering her previous,
  These are also very glorious feats.
  Gerda was slightly bloodstained, but pleased. But her mood was dampened by the terrible stench emanating from the ghoul's slit belly and the fear that a hundred more of the same creatures would descend upon her.
  Charlotte, meanwhile, grabbed her resilient opponent by the head and executed a deadly double Nelson, snapping the creature's neck. The fiery warrior found herself playing a Mother Teresa role here, showing mercy to the brutally beaten ghoul. She expressed herself:
  - I am kind, very kind, and my mother is kind - like a wise owl!
  Gerda was worried:
  - Don't you understand?
  Charlotte was surprised:
  - What should I understand?
  "And dinosaurs, or rat-cockroach hybrids, won't hear?" Gerda pursed her lips.
  Charlotte giggled:
  - I didn't expect you to be such a pussy! We'll kill a thousand of them!
  - Did someone hit you on the head with a club?
  "No. Just believe me, the megagnome can hear us." The girl hesitated. "If the Sultan of the Dwarves didn't take him, that is, didn't call him into service, then he couldn't have gotten too far away from us."
  Gerda asked with very little confidence:
  - And what about other gnomes, elves, and annihobbits?
  Charlotte quickly, with male ruthlessness, extinguished the last hope:
  "Others may hear, but what do they care? Only the megagnome Kiy-Dar knows."
  Gerda began wiping her blood-stained foot on a huge, lush leaf. The leaf only looked soft on the outside, but was actually prickly. The barefoot blonde drew a moral:
  "Not all that glitters is gold, but everything that stinks is always shit! There's so much filth in the world that you can't believe the Creator is pure, even after taking a few steps on the ground!"
  In response, the Fire Devil hissed air again through her plastic pipe. Then the girls listened to the night for a long time. But the megagnome Kiy-Dar didn't hear, or couldn't even hear. And there was clearly no other gnome here.
  Gerda sang here:
  - If a friend suddenly turns out to be neither a friend nor an enemy, but a gnome... That means we're in for a madhouse!
  Charlotte interrupted her friend:
  - So, do you want a legion of ghouls to surround us? Come on, kick us, and hurry up!
  And again they resumed their grueling run, although both warriors were already feeling sick with fatigue. Sometimes Gerda dozed off as she walked, and for those sweet, brief moments it seemed as if he were lying down, resting (a sort of dream-sleep-it's just incredibly cool!). But the visions crumbled like a lump of clay falling to the ground-easily and effortlessly, with only the body trembling nervously. And then it all began again, as if an invisible pendulum were swinging. A kind of half-reality and half-waking hung around them; they had to push their heavy eyelids apart to keep them from closing. The girls' bare feet were horribly punctured, but it was precisely this terrible pain that kept them from completely losing their sense of reality. And the landscape gradually changed.... Tall walls loomed through the darkness around them; the tired blonde warrior seemed to be in a black stone corridor. They seemed to hear sounds-the heavy echo of his running. And there was something else, something terrifying and still-up ahead. Something alive, invisible as yet, was waiting for the girls, and they were running towards it. They didn't want to end up in hell, of course, but they ran anyway, like sheep chased by a tiger. It's not even clear why they started dreaming such nonsense, perhaps because of the extreme physical strain of the last weeks of the war in the African desert and the Asian mountains...
  Gerda whispered:
  - And even heaven can be hell, so remember that you don"t have to swim long to get to hell!
  Something tugged at the girl's arm. Consciousness jerked back to the warrior. She suddenly found herself standing motionless. The ground ahead sloped gently downwards. And the faint splash of water could be heard. A breath of freshness and moisture washed over the girl's exhausted face.
  Gerda exclaimed:
  - Wow, it turns out you can even run to heaven!
  "Viry!" Charlotte breathed out with feeling next to her. "The place where the fallen warriors of Greater Germany rest in bliss." Her clear, warrior-like voice was filled with genuine joy.
  Gerda did not share such optimism:
  - More likely the foreland of Viriya.
  Charlotte said enthusiastically:
  - Where there is a field, there is a field!
  Gerda recalled the legend, recalled how, on the way to the Reichsrai, they had crossed a small, silvery river. From the height of a regal steed, the crossing seemed easy and quick. The blonde warrior even felt like a sultan, or sultana, which was even better! But it's one thing to sit atop a colossal, elite steed, and quite another to travel on the tiny legs of a goddess. She wondered how deep and treacherous this river was.
  Gerda slyly but figuratively remarked:
  - And the foreground is minefield!
  "Can you swim?" the red-haired girl turned to her.
  Gerda shrugged:
  - What a stupid question. Where did you see a representative of an elite SS battalion who couldn't swim?
  Charlotte shook her flaming curls decisively:
  "Forget about the SS elite. This is a completely different world, or even a vast universe with myriads of worlds. It's far from the same as it was back then!"
  "Do I know how?" Gerda asked herself, looking again into the emptiness that was inside the warrior.
  Charlotte muttered:
  - Well, give birth faster! Time is running out!
  "Of course, I have to know how to swim!" the blonde warrior said cheerfully, seeing the doubt on her friend's gentle yet menacing face.
  The butterfly, the size of an albatross, with blue wings speckled with yellow, fluttered its antennae in confirmation that the bare-legged blonde was telling the truth.
  "That's what I think, too, or something like that," Charlotte replied hesitantly. "Although you know the saying: the turkey thought and ended up in the soup; the crow didn't think and ended up in the rattle! In any case, it's better if you know how, because I won't be able to pull you out. And there's only one way for us-to the other side."
  Gerda clenched her fists tightly:
  - Of course, cool, let's go!
  Charlotte warned:
  - We might have problems with the sword!
  The glamorous warriors approached the very edge of the bank and stepped into the black night water. Gerda felt the pressure of the water-the stream had a gentle current. The barefoot blonde knelt and drank greedily, then splashed the water on her tired, dusty face. The drowsiness vanished instantly. The water was cool and gentle, making her want to lie in it and relax her aching feminine muscles.
  Gerda said with enthusiasm:
  - And the mines in the foreground are not visible!
  "Wait!" Charlotte whispered.
  Gerda was surprised:
  - What are the traps here again?
  The fire-breathing warrior reassured:
  - No, but... I think we still have a chance!
  The Fire Warrior once again dabbed her white plastic with her sponges. She listened, looking around carefully.
  Gerda, in turn, relaxed, as if feeding on the divine energy of the water. Charlotte asked her:
  - And you look, it"s hard for me to concentrate in this place.
  The barefoot blonde also glanced back. It felt like dawn would soon break. The darkness was no longer as pitch-black as it had been just a moment ago; rippling chasms appeared in its impenetrability-it seemed as if the veil of night would soon fall. So the chase would begin very soon. It was good they had reached the river. Gerda, squinting, peered closer: the water was clearly visible at her maddening feet, dimly visible in the center of the current. The other bank, however, was almost lost in darkness.
  The snow-white warrior noted:
  "If only men's hands could caress our exhausted bodies with their veins standing out from the strain right now. What pleasure would we derive from that? Oh, the yearning flesh of innocent girls. My womb, the goddess Venus, so yearns for love and happiness, what every woman desires!"
  Charlotte blew her pipe again. This time, Gerda thought she heard something tremble in response, either in the air or the ground. And something spiky and yet so soft rubbed against the blonde warrior's bare heel. She spoke:
  - This is a boa constrictor's delight.
  "Did you hear?" The young fiery devil excitedly grabbed her hand. "The footsteps of the megagnome! O snow-white female, did you sense it? Kiy-Dar responded." Charlotte kissed her friend on the ear. "Believe me, our victory is near. He's somewhere here!"
  Gerda noticed:
  - Yes, it"s close... Like the moon for a bug!
  Charlotte began blowing harder on her whistle, made of magical plastic created by elves (techno-wizardry, indeed!), then pressing her ear to the ground. This time, the resulting tremors were much more noticeable.
  Gerda then philosophically remarked:
  - There is a saying that the longer you have bad luck at the beginning, the more successful the end will be!
  "Yes..." The beautiful girl's emerald eyes narrowed joyfully, "he came to the call! Kiy-Dar!"
  Gerda put her finger to her lips:
  - Be careful. It might not be the same megagnome at all, or a creature of a completely different order!
  They froze, listening. The tremors of the earth became more regular, heavier. Somewhere nearby, between the "islands" of bushes, a huge figure was making its way. It was like a giant genie, obediently seeking a master, even if he was just a young, beardless youth...
  Charlotte stated:
  "You probably can't even imagine the full power of the megagnomes. They're such powerful creatures that even hellfire retreats before them!"
  Gerda immediately objected:
  - No, I can imagine... If a gnome is a powerful creature, then a megagnome must be an order of magnitude stronger. After all, the word mega means a million times more!
  Charlotte, like a girl on a date with a pop star, readily agreed:
  - Yes, you're thinking correctly, my friend! A million, that's an entire invincible army!
  Gerda was surprised at this:
  - Why didn"t you call him earlier and let our friends die?
  Instead of answering, the young, red-haired devil blew her whistle again, air hissing softly from the curved nozzle. Suddenly, Charlotte froze mid-breath, her emerald eyes widening. The fiery she-wolf crouched in the water, touching Gerda's hand. She was so eager to answer, when suddenly...
  The girl's bare feet were suddenly seared with such a sharp pain that they jumped and... she woke up completely. Madeleine was holding a club with an electrical cord attached to it. A blister of electricity appeared on her pink soles, slightly calloused from running on the hot sand and sharp mountain rocks.
  The SS captain growled:
  "Come on, get up and get ready, put on your dress uniform! You can't parade around in a bikini in front of the Field Marshal! Look, kiddo, you'll get a reward, but if you do anything stupid, I'll make you spin the Conan wheel for 24 hours while giving you electric shocks." Madeline made a scarier face. "No, not 24 hours, but a whole week, without a single moment's rest. We still have time."
  The girls quickly began to get ready... And on another continent, interesting events were also taking place, similar ones.
  Yes, and now the battle is on again, and warrior Gerda, using her bare toes, sends a lethal projectile. The wrecked Pershing comes to a halt.
  There comes something larger and more clumsy, crawling along. A brand-new American development, a self-propelled gun with a 155-millimeter long-barreled gun and 305-millimeter armor. It weighs about 120 tons and is quite slow. It's barely moving...
  Gerda destroyed the Sherman with a well-aimed shot and noted:
  - It's coming for our souls!
  Charlotte fired using her bare toes, shattering the enemy into jagged pieces of metal and squealed:
  - For honor and Motherland!
  Christina noticed with alarm:
  - Maybe we should hit him with a bomb launcher?
  Magda stated confidently:
  - Leave this matter to me!
  And the girl pointed the gun at the enemy with her tenacious toes and fired.
  And the American monster stopped and exploded.
  These are the girls from the Third Reich - great!
  Winter has arrived, and an IS-7 is moving through the snow. The fighting is raging in America. The beauties from the USSR are fighting fiercely.
  Alenka fired at the Pershing with her bare toes and destroyed the enemy.
  And she cooed:
  - Glory to Russian communism!
  Anyuta also hit him with a projectile. She used her bare toes and cooed:
  - I'll say Superman girl!
  Alla also took off and fired, hitting another Patton tank. And such cool ones.
  What kind of a vegetable is this newest Patton tank? It's a Superperschnig, only with a more powerful 810-horsepower engine and steeply sloped armor.
  What an impressive vehicle, it could be a problem for the T-34-85. But the IS-7 can easily pummel it from a distance. And the Soviet tank, taking a shell to its frontal armor, sends it ricocheting. Now that's a fighting machine. And in response, it obliterates the American with a single swing.
  Then Maria fires, striking the enemy accurately. She pierces him through and through and screams:
  - Our army is strong, it protects the peace!
  And also uses bare toes.
  And then Marusya will strike. And shatter the enemy's armor into splinters. In this case, using her bare heel.
  And he will roar:
  - For Stalin's new reforms!
  She is such a fighting beauty, and she wants to please everyone.
  This is how the team on the IS-7 works, it makes even the devil sick.
  But now the girls are advancing forward.
  Elizabeth is fighting in a T-54. And she's acting desperately. Such an aggressive beauty.
  And the girls have a pretty good car. And they shoot with it extremely accurately.
  For example, they took and hit the Super Pershing and yelled:
  - Our holy communism!
  Elizabeth aimed the gun with her bare toes. She fired at the target and squeaked,
  "My victory will be great!"
  And she winked at her partners.
  Ekaterina spanked with the help of a scarlet nipple and squealed:
  - For our great victories!
  And how he laughs out loud.
  And Elena, using her bare toes, slammed into the enemy. She shattered the powerful armor, cracked the metal, and squealed:
  - Our mighty nation!
  And he will roar at the top of his lungs...
  - Hooray!
  And Euphrasia will also strike the enemy, this time with a strawberry nipple. She will crush the enemy and yelp:
  - For the greatness of communism on all planets of the galaxy!
  These are the coolest girls in the world. And nothing can stop them or curb them.
  Ekaterina squeals and shakes her chest:
  - I am a super girl!
  And her nipples shimmer like rubies... She once shoved them in a black man's face and made him lick them. Then she licked his male perfection with her tongue. What's so delicious about it anyway?
  How pleasant it is for a girl - there is no greater pleasure in the world to describe.
  This is how the girls crush their opponents. And they experience the joy of their glorious victories and colossal achievements.
  And Anastasia Vedmakova and Alenka Sokolovskaya are absolutely stunning. They're simply brimming with passion and a tsunami of lust.
  Anastasia fires a scarlet nipple at the enemy, hits the Yankee plane and screams at the top of her lungs:
  - I'm a beautiful superman!
  Alenka Sokolovskaya continues to crush her opponent with the help of strawberry nipples and roars:
  - And I am the tallest girl in the world!
  These are such fighting women, and it must be said that they are real thieves! No one can stand against them.
  Even America... and each one has already earned ten gold stars of the Hero of the USSR...
  For such a phenomenal achievement, they received a special award: the diamond star of the Hero of the USSR. Which in itself is quite an honor and a truly impressive feat.
  Have fun, beauties!
  The best is certainly yet to come!
  Oleg Rybachenko conducted another operation in Saudi Arabia.
  The Tsarist army of Nicholas II was expanding Russian territory. A girl named Margarita Korshunova now fought alongside Oleg. She was also a mutant warrior who had achieved immortality.
  Well, the eternal children subdued all these mujahideen gangs. And defeated them - by forcing them to swear allegiance to the Russian Tsar.
  At the same time, Oleg Rybachenko is not averse to composing a beautiful and slightly different continuation of the girls" adventures;
  After the New Year, the Germans and the coalition made significant advances into the United States. The Americans, facing a more technologically advanced enemy, were losing.
  By the end of March, the Wehrmacht approached Washington and began storming the US capital.
  The battles were raging and unequal, and it was clear that the girls were winning here... Gerda's pyramidal tank was especially good, as were her compositions.
  During the shelling of the White House, when her tank was being hit with direct fire, Gerda went and fell asleep, and she dreamed of this...
  She saw the partisan Lara Mikheiko captured by the Nazis. The fourteen-year-old girl was shooting back at the Nazis. Two of her comrades were killed. She hid in a hut.
  The grandmother wanted to pass her off as her granddaughter, but the Nazis didn't believe her. And they took her away... They were about to start searching her.
  And then Lara snatched a grenade, and the Nazis fell. The girl mentally said goodbye to this light and threw it... But the grenade didn't explode.
  It was not possible to escape heroically.
  They knocked Lara down, hit her a couple of times, and gave her a black eye. But they didn't hit her too hard, apparently afraid of hurting her!
  When she was brought to the hut for interrogation, Lara behaved insolently.
  Looking bravely into the eyes of the SS colonel, she said:
  - You Fritzes will soon be destroyed! Hear the roar of guns, destruction is coming from the Red Army!
  The colonel replied to this:
  - Daring girl, you will get acquainted with the whip!
  Lara shouted boldly:
  - Pain doesn't scare me!
  The colonel ordered:
  - Take this brat out into the street with a poster: partisan and show it to the whole village!
  The policeman readily suggested:
  - It's snowing outside and it's freezing... Shouldn't we take the girl out barefoot to cool her ardor?
  The SS colonel nodded in agreement:
  - That's right! Let him walk around in the cold barefoot, maybe he'll come to his senses!
  They tore off Lara's sheepskin coat and sweater, leaving her wearing only a cotton dress. They pulled off her rough shoes and black stockings. The girl was left barefoot in only a light dress.
  They hung a sign around her neck with the inscription: "I am a partisan." And, with her hands tied behind her back, they led her out onto the porch. The girl's bare feet felt the cold and snow.
  Lara smiled. She was genuinely embarrassed by the bruise on her face and how she looked. And she could walk barefoot in the snow. Her soles had become very rough over the summer, from so many barefoot walks. She'd only recently put on shoes, and it wasn't the first time she'd endured cold and hunger.
  Lara walked on her own, still smiling. The wind blew, fluttering her copper-red hair, and the snow crunched under her bare feet.
  The girl walked with an air of a princess ascending a throne, leaving behind delicate, tiny footprints, almost like those of a child's feet.
  People looked at her with sympathy.
  One of the old women in a fur coat started chattering:
  - Horrible! They're leading a barefoot girl!
  The weather was sunny, and Lara's calloused soles suffered little from the cold. She walked along, baring her teeth.
  Then the whip burned her. The girl screamed and bit her lip.
  They hit her a couple more times, hard. Lara barely managed to stay on her feet and forced herself to hold back a scream.
  The stubborn girl was taken to a special hut where torture devices were located.
  So they put her on the rack and started to burn her heels with a hot iron...
  And two executioners lashed Lara with whips. At first, the girl suppressed her screams with titanic effort, but when wide strips of red-hot iron were applied to her bare soles, she screamed and lost consciousness. They brought her back to her senses...
  Horror...
  Gerda woke up... Damn it, what a dream, when they are on the eve of victory, their tank is shelling the White House.
  And then such nasty things happen...
  Gerda fired at the Super Pershing leaving the house, pierced it through and through, and cooed:
  - Peace, work and love!
  After which she stuck out her tongue.
  Charlotte also hit the enemy with her bare toes and yelped:
  - I'm a super class girl!
  Christina also struck, hissing like a snake and pressing the joystick button with her scarlet nipple, piercing her opponent:
  - We are supermen!
  And Magda will hit the enemy, crush the tank, make the combat kit detonate, and say:
  - Let's go for the highest level!
  After which she winks at her partners. This girl is practically a top-notch gunner.
  The warriors are crushing the Yankees and racking up the scores... Albina and Alvina have each already shot down two thousand vehicles. For this, they received a new award: the Diamond Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  That's how the girls distinguished themselves, becoming super-class aces. And no one could stop them or defeat them.
  Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Sokolovskaya and Orlova each received a new award: the Order of Glory, highest class, with diamonds, which they were quite delighted about. Such cool girls.
  And the war is coming to an end... The Americans surrender on April 20, 1948. And another history of World War II is turned upside down.
  This time, it seemed, a period of lasting peace had arrived. The USSR got Alaska back, and everyone was happy. And the countries of the American continent were divided between Japan and the Third Reich. Thus, the temporary redivision of the world was completed.
  The Germans are tired of war.
  Hitler permitted polygamy in the Third Reich-up to four wives per man-and imposed draconian taxes on couples with no children or fewer than three. This was a powerful move to encourage population policy.
  Moreover, Hitler himself had fathered many children through artificial insemination. And from among them, an heir to the throne had to be chosen.
  There was no sadness; the Third Reich, together with Japan, digested what it had conquered.
  But then, on March 5, 1953, Stalin died. And Beria came to power. Why Beria? He had a good chance of gaining the throne in real history, but a stroke of luck prevented him: a revolt in East Germany, during the suppression of which a counter-plot against Beria was hatched. And here, of course, there was no East Germany.
  Moreover, Hitler wanted Beria, a Germanophile and a predictable figure known to the Germans, to rule after Stalin. And when his health deteriorated, Stalin made a will in favor of Beria.
  So everything was decided in favor of the head of the secret and not only secret police.
  Well, Beria suggested to Hitler to deal with Japan before it acquired nuclear weapons.
  You never know what might pop into a samurai's head.
  Beria and Hitler agreed on a joint war with Japan and the division of its territory.
  On April 20, 1954, a joint war began against the vast colonial empire of the samurai.
  A new page in history is being turned. Soviet troops are advancing on Japan.
  And the Germans too... Here again, Gerda and Charlotte are fighting in a pyramidal tank. Their machine is a two-seater, weighs fifty tons, and has a compact gas turbine engine producing 2,500 horsepower. You can imagine how fast a German vehicle is. And the armor is special, mixed with plastic. And very strong, impenetrable from all angles. The gun is a small caliber, 75 mm, but with a very high muzzle velocity in a high-pressure cannon. It has increased armor-piercing properties. And the ammunition supply and rate of fire are high. The penetration is high.
  The tank itself is simply super... So Gerda knows what to fight with.
  Soviet vehicles are weaker. The main tank is still the T-54, a decent machine and relatively inexpensive, but significantly inferior to the German version in every way. The IS-7 never achieved widespread use. It was replaced by the IS-10, which received a 122mm gun, but with a longer barrel and decent frontal armor, despite weaker sides. But all this came in at a weight of fifty-three tons, which is not bad.
  Gerda fires her Panther-6 tank at the Japanese using her bare toes and pressing the joystick buttons, while roaring:
  - Glory to the ideas of the Aryan Brotherhood!
  Charlotte presses the joystick buttons, her scarlet nipple firing from seven machine guns, and squeals:
  - Our happiness is in the communism of the Aryan dream!
  And the girl laughs again...
  Christina and Magda fight in another pyramidal Panther-6.
  Christina presses the joystick buttons with her bare toes, defeats the Japanese opponent, and roars:
  - Glory to my guy!
  Magda also opens fire and, laughing loudly, says, pressing the joystick button with her ruby nipple:
  - Glory to our young men!
  And how they laugh out loud. These are truly wonderful girls, in the heat of war.
  Yes, it looks like doomsday has arrived for Japan. But so far, everything is going according to plan.
  Elizaveta and her crew fight in a slightly modernized T-54 tank. But the difference is minor. The gun has a slightly higher rate of fire, and the shell is more armor-piercing. That's the real difference.
  And the engine is the same 520-horsepower diesel... The Japanese use tanks of their own design and licensed German ones. They're also generally quite good vehicles. Especially the Hirohito-3, weighing fifty-eight tons, with a 105-millimeter gun with a 70-degree barrel, superior to the T-54 in armament, and equal in armor and performance, except perhaps in range.
  This Japanese tank is a problem for the USSR. But the Land of the Rising Sun has lighter vehicles.
  They are easier to deal with.
  Elizabeth shoots with her bare toes, hitting the samurai tanks. She does it very skillfully, and squeals:
  - Glory to our free Fatherland!
  Ekaterina fires again, using a scarlet nipple, and after smashing the Japanese car, she screams:
  - God-given Rus'!
  Elena also thrashes the enemy, smashes the enemy tank with her bare heel and roars:
  - For the greatness of the ideas of communism!
  Euphrasia also shoots and does this with the help of the strawberry nipple of her firm breast, and squeals:
  - Glory to the victories of higher communism!
  That's how they maneuver their tank deftly and avoid damage. The Hirohito-3 tank can be considered a heavy tank, but it's quite common. It's difficult to penetrate such a vehicle.
  And here it is, going for the girls. The gun is larger in caliber and has a higher muzzle velocity. The Japanese tank's frontal turret armor is even thicker than the Soviet tank's 240mm, and the frontal hull armor is also thicker-150mm at the top and 120mm at the bottom. And the Japanese tank is even faster, with a 1,500-horsepower gas turbine engine. This tank is Japan's best. You can't mess around with it.
  But Elizabeth, using her scarlet nipple, sends the shell straight into the butt, and the Japanese tank explodes, having failed to hit the Soviet vehicle.
  Ekaterina chirped and kissed her friend on her bare heel:
  - You are smart, Lisa!
  Elizabeth did not agree:
  - I'm just a genius!
  And how she laughs at the top of her lungs. What a girl.
  And they howl quite a bit... Ekaterina, for example, remembers how she ran away in '41. Her shoes broke after a couple of days, and she had to stomp around barefoot. And for a city girl unaccustomed to it, it hurt-every bump, every twig, every lump could be felt. And her feet were so sore they bled, every step exploding with pain.
  Never had the girl imagined that walking barefoot could be so painful. No wonder Hugo sympathized with the barefoot girl Closet. If even in summer girls' feet were like that, then what about in winter?
  Ekaterina, however, quickly got used to it; her young body adapted quickly, and the wounded soles of her feet became calloused and rough. Walking barefoot became pleasant. Ekaterina didn't even bother putting on shoes until the frost hit. But then a group of four formed, and Efrasinia taught them the art of witches. Witches, in order to prolong their youth, often run barefoot in the snow. Long story short, the girls mastered secret knowledge and looked about twenty years old, and even barefoot and in bikinis, they didn't freeze in the cold. Such were the beauties they became. And there were none cooler than them, except, of course, for Alenka. She fought in an IS-10 modification with an extended barrel. This tank had only recently entered production, and is still rare. The IS-7 never entered mass production, apparently due to its high cost and production difficulties.
  So Alenka's crew crushes these Japanese and sings songs to itself.
  Rise up like bonfires, blue nights,
  We are pioneers, children of workers...
  The era of bright years is approaching,
  The cry of the pioneers: always be ready!
  When girls get down to business, there's no resisting them. In fact, you could say they're the perfect creation of war.
  The battles continue and Japan is losing.
  So, Soviet troops took southern Sakhalin in May. And they acted with extreme caution.
  But battalions of Soviet girls demonstrate remarkable fighting skills.
  Of their weapons, the AK, of course, came into use. It's inferior to the German version, but simple and reliable. It mows down opponents, although its accuracy at range is lower than that of the German assault carbine.
  Soviet girls force captured Japanese soldiers to kiss their bare, dusty feet and lick their bare heels. That's their tactic.
  Fighting warriors of the highest class.
  In the summer of 1954, the Germans had largely cleared America of Japanese troops.
  The battalion of barefoot girls, led by Margaret, fought especially beautifully. The girls scattered the samurai, and the captured young men were forced to kiss their feet and lick the vulva of Venus.
  Gerda and her crew on the Panther-6 did a good job and sent a lot of Japanese to hell, and some to heaven.
  Four female ninjas fought against Soviet troops advancing in Manchuria.
  The blue-haired ninja slashed with her swords and performed a windmill, cutting down Soviet soldiers. Then, she tossed a pea-sized explosive with her toes, flipping over a Soviet T-54 tank, and barked:
  - The coolest country is Japan!
  The yellow-haired ninja girl also slashes at her opponent with her blades and kicks a boomerang with her bare heel, yelling:
  - For our samurai victories!
  A red-haired ninja girl will easily perform an aggressive sword spin, cutting down Soviet soldiers. Then, her bare toes will launch a bomb. They'll tear a Soviet tank apart, and the warrior will squeal:
  - In the name of the ideas of communism!
  The white-haired ninja girl took and chopped at her opponents, as if fanning the field, cutting down another Russian soldier, and with her bare toes launched a deadly weapon that would tear two whole Soviet tanks into pieces.
  And he will roar:
  - For the greatness of the country!
  The girls love to kill, and they love raping prisoners even more. So much so that the men pass out from the strain. And that's what ninja girls love. Riding tied-up men while simultaneously lashing them with whips.
  But despite the heroism of the Japanese, they are losing to better and more advanced technology.
  Moreover, in the sky there are super-class aces Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Sokolovskaya, who crush the Japanese like clockwork windmills.
  Anastasia, using her bare toes, cuts down six Japanese planes with one burst and squeals:
  - Glory to the ideas of communism in Rus'!
  Akulina pressed a button, cut down seven Japanese planes at once with her scarlet nipple, and roared:
  - Glory to the heroes of Russia!
  The warriors are taking revenge on Japan for their past grievances, and especially for their defeat in the war during the reign of Tsar Nicholas II. No, this will never be forgotten, and generations will never forgive.
  Anastasia pressed her ruby nipple and fired another burst, shooting down the Japanese planes and roaring:
  - Glory to the era of communism of Beria!
  Akulina pressed her bare toes, struck the samurai planes and cooed:
  - For great victories!
  And Albina and Alvina racked up record scores. For three thousand aircraft shot down, they were awarded the Diamond Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, along with golden oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  Albina fired a burst of fire with her scarlet nipple. She cut down a dozen Japanese planes at once and cooed:
  - For my chest!
  And she imagined herself in the arms of a black warrior.
  Alvina slapped her bare toes, knocked down a dozen and a half Japanese planes, and squealed:
  - For great victories!
  German girls are very feisty and beautiful. They love men with dark skin, and their tongues are always ready to polish the ebony perfection of men.
  Albina, using her bare toes, hit the samurai again and shot down their planes.
  And she cooed:
  - I am superman!
  Alvina pressed her strawberry nipple, mowed down a mass of Japanese planes and squealed:
  - I'm a space shrew!
  The girl is very militant and active in her hypersexuality.
  True Aryan women are simply superb! And in general, such beauties of the highest order!
  German and Soviet troops, defeating the enemy, advance across China.
  During the assault on Singapore, soldiers from the airborne division and the barefoot all-girl unit, the "Barracudas," distinguished themselves. The girls, splashing their bare heels through puddles of pouring tropical rain, stormed the Japanese fortified positions and bayoneted them to death.
  These are the fighting beauties.
  Japan was reeling from the crushing blows of such an aggressive team.
  In the fall of 1954, most of China was captured by the Axis powers. The situation became significantly more difficult for the Land of the Rising Sun.
  Hitler remarked:
  - Two birds can't get along in one den!
  And the warriors Albina and Alvina shot down their fourth thousand aircraft. Japan produced cheap but low-quality aircraft in very large quantities, so racking up the bills was very convenient.
  Albina, using her bare toes, cut down another samurai and squealed:
  - This is our wonderful world!
  Alvina, using her scarlet nipple, knocked down a whole dozen Japanese cars and chirped:
  - Glory to the era of communism, throughout the universe!
  Albina, also using the strawberry nipple and knocking down the samurai, was surprised and yelped:
  - Are you talking about communism?
  Alvina, using her bare toes and cutting down a dozen Japanese planes, reported:
  - The new Aryan order is communism!
  The girls burst out laughing... For the fourth thousand aircraft, they were awarded the Diamond Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Platinum Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. Even this very high award is a record for these beauties.
  These are the girls you should look up to...
  However, Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Sokolovskaya are not inferior and have exceeded the score of five hundred downed aircraft.
  And they received new, very high awards, and collected a whole collection of stars for themselves.
  Anastasia points her weapon with her bare feet and knocks down the enemy, cutting off the opponent and squeaks:
  - For communism throughout the planet!
  Akulina, cutting down her opponent with a squeeze of her scarlet nipple, squeals aggressively:
  - Even children know us!
  In the winter, Japan lost almost all of its colonies, and the fighting moved to the metropolis itself.
  The year 1955 has arrived, when the battles are raging and there is no end in sight.
  Japan is giving in, slowly but surely. And gradually losing the war.
  But the samurai fight desperately and fiercely.
  Alenka and her crew moved into an experimental IS-11 tank. This vehicle is equipped with a 130-millimeter gun and has solid tracks on the bottom.
  Alenka shoots with her bare toes, pierces her opponent, and roars:
  - Glory to communism with girls' bare heels!
  Anyuta also fired with the help of a scarlet nipple, pressing the triggers of the machine guns, there were as many as nine of them, and yelped:
  - We girls are really cool!
  Alla also hit him with her bare toes, crushing his opponent and roared:
  - Now get going!
  Maria struck with her bare heel. It pierced the enemy and cooed, baring her teeth:
  - To new achievements!
  Marusya hit with the help of a strawberry nipple, ramming the enemies with a deadly grip and squealed:
  - For the great communism!
  Alenka fired again and roared:
  - May the collective farmer president and gypsy dictator Sasha die!
  And he slaps his bare foot on the armor.
  Look how these girls got going, it's just superb. They are truly amazing warriors.
  Here they are singing in chorus:
  No, the keen eye will not fade,
  A falcon's, an eagle's gaze...
  The people's voice is ringing -
  The whisper will crush the snake!
  
  Stalin lives in my heart,
  So that we do not know sorrow...
  The door to space was opened -
  The stars were sparkling above us!
  
  I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the Sun will shine -
  Light the way for communism!
  Elizaveta and her T-54 tank are also fighting, such a fighting witch-girl.
  And the beauties knock down Japanese cars with their bare feet.
  Elizabeth pressed the joystick button with her scarlet nipple and chirped:
  - Glory to the ideas of Soviet communism!
  And how this beauty will laugh! And flash her pearly teeth.
  Ekaterina took it and also pointed her bare toes and squealed:
  - In the victory of the immortal ideas of communism,
  We see the future of our country...
  Elena hit her opponent with her ruby nipple and bared her teeth, squealing:
  - And to the red banner of our Fatherland,
  We will always be selflessly faithful!
  Euphrasia kicked him with her bare heel and hissed:
  - Glory to our free Fatherland,
  Friendship of peoples, support forever!
  And all the girls, using their bare toes, sang in chorus:
  - Legitimate force, the will of the people,
  After all, the common man is for unity!
  It must be said that the warriors are distinguished by incredible combat aggression.
  And here comes Gerda, fighting...
  Her Panther-6 is like a supertank, shredding samurai positions.
  Gerda will fire with the help of the scarlet nipple, pressing the joystick button and roar:
  - For the Aryan world!
  Charlotte will also slap, with the help of her bare toes, tear apart a mass of Japanese and yelp:
  - For great frontiers!
  Kristina and Magda are also fighting. The girls are extremely feisty and very beautiful, almost naked in bikinis.
  Christina fired her ruby nipple, destroyed the Japanese tank "Hirohito-4" and cooed:
  - Glory to my country!
  Magda also hit, using her bare toes, destroyed the samurai howitzer and yelped:
  - Glory to great achievements!
  These girls are top notch!
  Tokyo fell at the end of March. And on April 20, 1955, Japan surrendered, thus ending the Great War.
  Albina and Alvina shot down more than 5,000 aircraft. For this, they received a special award: the Grand Diamond Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Diamond Swords, and Silver Oak Leaves.
  The war isn't over yet. It's just lurking for a while. But Hitler has conquered almost the entire world.
  Beria received back southern Sakhalin, the Kuril Islands, and Manchuria along with Port Arthur.
  The USSR had become a strong country, licking its wounds. For a time, Nazi Germany conquered other countries, suppressing their meager resistance.
  The war was aimed at annihilation and world domination. But another global confrontation was brewing.
  Meanwhile, clouds were gathering over the USSR. And in 1959, on his seventieth birthday, Adolf Hitler decided to attack Soviet Russia, ruled by Beria. The Führer had practically the entire world on his side.
  But the USSR had become a strong, industrial power. So, the odds were stacked against the odds.
  Both countries possessed nuclear weapons, but Gerda and Albina were able to create a generator that would emit radiation that would cover the entire planet Earth, making this type of attack impossible.
  And Hitler decided to seize the world's last sovereign power. The western border ran along the Dnieper, and beyond that, Belarus and the Baltic states were under German control. The Nazis even managed to hold on to Crimea. The USSR leased a base for the Black Sea Fleet in Sevastopol.
  Besides the rest of its territory, Russia also included a part of China-Manchuria. Thus, the population of the USSR, where a very active birth-encouragement policy was pursued and polygamy was legalized by the communist, atheistic regime, had already exceeded the pre-war figures of 1941, despite territorial losses, and was growing by three percent annually.
  Beria banned both abortion and contraception and imposed exorbitant taxes on families with fewer than four children.
  According to plan and by force, the USSR developed rapidly, and its military power increased.
  Hitler, sensing a potential threat, having completed the gathering of the world into a united Third Reich, decided to start his last war on this planet.
  What about the last war? There's nothing left to conquer on Earth. A year ago, the Germans landed on the Moon, and the era of space expansion has begun. But will Hitler live to see the era of Star Wars and the conquest of galaxies? Despite a healthy lifestyle, a vegetarian diet, regular exercise, and measured physical activity, it was clear the Führer was aging. His scalp was becoming increasingly bald, his hair was graying, and he looked tired. Yet, the Führer was trying to stay cheerful.
  Be that as it may, he must complete his final mission and conquer the USSR. Even if the Führer dies, he will have about a thousand sons sired through natural insemination. And one of them will be recognized as the best, the most capable, and will ascend to the throne as the greatest dictator in the history of planet Earth.
  In any case, delay was too risky, and while nuclear weapons were ineffective, Hitler threw over fifty million soldiers at the USSR in the first wave alone. He also deployed a huge number of tanks, aircraft, and flying discs. And that's a colossal force.
  The USSR continued to modernize its weapons. The T-64 tank, heavier and armed with a powerful 125-millimeter gun capable of penetrating even pyramid-shaped German tanks with pennant shells, was developed. However, the T-64 had only just begun to enter production. The T-54, still the mainstay tank, was still underpowered against German models. This was also one of the reasons why Hitler rushed to attack Russia.
  The IS-11 didn't catch on... The IS-12 was designed with a 203-millimeter gun, but it proved too expensive, heavy, and large. The IS-15 was a compromise with a long-barreled 152-millimeter gun. This vehicle resembled a scaled-up T-64 and was also just entering production.
  The German Panther-6 main battle tank, a pyramidal design, was slightly modernized into the Panther-7, with its gun caliber increased to 88 mm for greater destruction. The engine was also upgraded to a more powerful 3,000 horsepower, providing tremendous speed and maneuverability while maintaining its weight at 50 tons and improving armor quality.
  Even the newest Soviet T-64 was noticeably inferior to the German tank in terms of maneuverability and side and frontal armor. But at least the T-64 could penetrate the German tank, albeit at close range.
  In the air, the Germans were also superior in both the number and quality of their aircraft. But the USSR never managed to develop its own disc aircraft. The Germans, however, installed heat rays-like lasers-on Belontsi discs, allowing them to conduct more effective fire.
  And the Nazis' disc craft flew at ten times the speed of sound. And that's truly colossal. That's how powerful the Third Reich's army was.
  And they have underground tanks. And a lot of other cool stuff. In short, Beria has practically no chance.
  But the Soviet troops possessed colossal defensive power. And the invasion began with an air offensive. The forces were unequal, and the Germans crushed Soviet cities. Tens of thousands of them advanced across Russia and took Smolensk.
   Natasha made a decision:
  - We need to force Hitler and his gang to withdraw their troops from the USSR and release the captured children!
  Playful Zoya agreed with this:
  - Of course we must! And save our ancestors from fascism!
  Augustine noted, stamping her bare feet:
  - We will do it, without any doubt!
  Svetlana readily confirmed:
  - We have all the means for this!
  No sooner said than done, the four warriors attack the fascist hordes.
  Warriors from God's Russian Century and mutant witches once again clashed with the Nazis of the twentieth century.
  The fascist brown empire has too many soldiers. They flow like an endless river.
  Naturally, the four girls took the job of destroying Wehrmacht tanks and planes with great gusto. From the very beginning, they crushed them with both hands and feet, protected by a force field. But...
  Oleg Rybachenko and Natasha's youngest daughter, Margarita Korshunova, appeared out of nowhere.
  They grabbed their lightsabers and charged up with nanobots. They were determined to crush the hated fascists. So the four became six.
  Natasha Korshunova, snapping her toes on her bare, sculpted feet, noted:
  - Really? Well, why is it that we can't beat our fate any other way?
  The aggressive, golden-haired Zoya, continuing to crush the Germans, logically noted:
  - We'll do it faster! Faster, we'll save the USSR!
  A barefoot boy, no older than twelve, Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the Nazis with swords, both infantry and tanks, roared:
  - We will never give in!
  And from the boy"s bare foot a sharp disk flew, cutting down three fascist planes at once!
  Margarita Korshunova, her bare heels flashing, crushing her opponents, both tanks and infantry, baring her teeth, muttered:
  - There is a place for heroism in the world!
  And from the girl"s bare foot, poisonous needles flew out, striking the Nazis and their planes and tanks.
  Natasha Korshunova also threw her bare toes, murderously, and howled:
  - We will never forget and we will never forgive.
  And her lightsabers swept through the fascists in the mill. Then her blasters slashed at the tanks, slicing off their turrets. The planes got their share, too.
  Red-haired Augustine, cutting down the enemies, squealed:
  - For a new order!
  And from her bare feet, new needles flew out. And into the eyes and throats of Hitler's soldiers and planes.
  Yes, it was clear that the warriors were getting excited and furious.
  Cool Zoya, chopping down white and brown soldiers, tanks and planes, squealed:
  - Our iron will!
  And from her bare foot flies a new, deadly gift. And tanks and White soldiers fall, and the tails of planes burn.
  Svetlana Snow White chops at the miller, her swords like lightning.
  The fascists fall like cut sheaves.
  The girl throws needles with her bare feet, shoots down enemy planes and squeals:
  - For Mother Russia, the human space empire will win!
  Oleg Rybachenko attacks the Nazis. The boy-terminator cuts down the brown troops.
  And at the same time, the boy"s bare toes shoot out needles with poison, they tear apart gun barrels and shoot down planes.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to the Future Rus'!
  And while moving, it cuts up everyone's heads and faces, and at the same time the tank turrets.
  Terminator girl Margarita also destroys enemies, aircraft, and tanks.
  Her bare feet flicker. The Nazis are dying in large numbers. The warrior screams:
  - To new frontiers!
  And then the girl just takes it and chops...
  A mass of corpses of fascist soldiers.
  And here's Natasha Korshunova on the offensive. She's chopping down Nazis along with tanks and planes, and singing:
  - Rus' is great and radiant,
  I'm a very strange girl!
  And disks fly from her bare feet. The ones that saw through the throats of fascists. Yes, this is a girl who demolishes tanks.
  Zoya Angelskaya is on the offensive. She hacks away at brown soldiers with both hands. She spits from a straw. And she hurls deadly needles with her bare toes - shooting down tanks and planes.
  And at the same time he sings to himself:
  - Eh, little club, let's go!
  Oh, my dearest one will do!
  Augustine, cutting down the Nazis with laser swords and exterminating the brown soldiers, along with the tanks, squeals:
  - All shaggy and in animal skin,
  He rushed at the riot police with a baton!
  And with his bare toes he launches at the enemy something that would kill an elephant, let alone a tank.
  And then he squeaks:
  - Wolfhounds! Twenty-second century!
  Svetlana Snow White is on the offensive. She hacks and slashes at the Nazis. With her bare feet, she launches gifts of death at them.
  Runs a mill with swords.
  She crushed a mass of fighters, along with tanks and planes, and screamed:
  - A great victory is coming!
  And again the girl is in wild motion.
  And her bare feet launch deadly needles, destroying tanks and planes.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped. The boy spun into a somersault. He cut down a horde of Nazis in mid-air.
  He threw needles with his bare toes, knocking down tanks and planes, and gurgled:
  - Glory to my beautiful courage!
  And again the boy is in battle.
  Tough girl Margarita Korshunova goes on the offensive. She slashes at every enemy. Her swords are sharper than mill blades. And her bare toes hurl gifts of death, setting tanks and planes ablaze.
  A girl on a wild attack, slaughtering brown warriors without ceremony.
  And it jumps up and down every now and then and twists!
  And gifts of annihilation fly from her.
  And the Nazis fall dead. And whole mounds of corpses pile up.
  Margarita squeaks aggressively:
  - I am an American cowboy!
  And again her bare feet were hit by a needle.
  And then a dozen more needles!
  Natasha Korshunova is also very cool on the offensive.
  And he throws things with his bare feet, and spits from a tube, knocking down tanks and planes.
  And he screams at the top of his lungs:
  - I am the sparkling death! All you have to do is die!
  And again the beauty is on the move.
  Zoya Angelskaya storms a pile of Nazi corpses. And boomerangs of destruction fly from her bare feet.
  And the brown warriors keep falling and falling, along with the tanks and planes.
  Little girl Zoya screams:
  - Barefoot girl, you will be defeated!
  And from the girl's bare heel, a dozen needles fly, which plunge straight into the Nazis' throats.
  They fall down dead.
  Or rather, completely dead, along with tanks and planes.
  Augustina is on the offensive. She crushes the brown troops. Her swords are wielded in both hands. And what a remarkable warrior she is.
  A tornado sweeps through the fascist troops - planes and tanks fall.
  The girl with red hair roars:
  - The future is hidden! But it will be victorious!
  And on the offensive is a beauty with fiery hair.
  Augustine, in the wild ecstasy of dreams, sends a pulsar with her bare heel and roars:
  - The gods of war will tear everything apart!
  And the warrior is on the offensive.
  And her bare feet throw out a lot of sharp, poisonous needles that shoot down planes and pierce the armor of tanks.
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya in battle. And so sparkling and feisty. Her bare legs spit out so much lethal energy. Not a human being, but death with blonde hair.
  But if it gets going, you won"t be able to stop it.
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya sings:
  - Life won't be honey,
  So jump in a round dance!
  Let your dream come true -
  Beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And the barefoot girl's movements become more and more furious. And more and more destroyed tanks and planes.
  Oleg Rybachenko's offensive is accelerating. The boy is beating the Nazis.
  His bare feet throw out sharp needles, tearing apart tanks and planes.
  The young warrior squeaks:
  - A mad empire will tear everyone apart!
  And again the boy is on the move.
  Margarita is a rambunctious schoolgirl and a total terminator in her activity. She thrashes her enemies.
  She threw a pea-sized explosive with her bare foot. It exploded, and instantly sent a hundred Nazis and ten tanks flying into the air.
  The girl screams:
  - Victory will come to us anyway!
  And he will carry out a mill with swords - the barrels of tanks fly in different directions.
  Natasha Korshunova sped up her movements. The girl cuts down the brown warriors. And all the while, she screams:
  - Victory awaits the Russian Empire.
  And let's exterminate the Nazis at an accelerated pace, along with tanks and planes.
  Natasha Korshunova is a terminator girl.
  It doesn't think about stopping or slowing down, and tanks and planes are shot down.
  Zoya Angelskaya is on the offensive. Her swords seem to be slicing through a salad of meat and metal. She screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Our salvation is in force!
  And bare toes also throw out such needles.
  And a mass of people with pierced throats lie in mounds of corpses, as well as broken tanks and downed planes.
  Augustina is a wild girl. And she destroys everyone like a hyperplasmic robot.
  She's already destroyed hundreds of Nazis, as well as a multitude of tanks and planes. But the tempo is still picking up. And the warrior is still roaring.
  - I'm so invincible! The coolest one in the world!
  And again the beauty is on the attack.
  And from her bare toes, a pea flies out. And three hundred Nazis and a dozen tanks are torn apart by a powerful explosion.
  Augustina, flexing her abdominal muscles and shaking her breasts with scarlet nipples, sang:
  - You won"t dare to seize our land!
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya is also on the offensive. And she doesn't give us a moment's respite. A wild terminator girl.
  And he cuts down the enemy and exterminates the Nazis. And a mass of brown soldiers has already collapsed into the ditch and along the roads, along with wrecked tanks and planes.
  The Six went wild and started a wild battle.
  Karate kid Oleg Rybachenko is back in action. He advances, swinging both swords. And the little terminator performs a windmill. The dead Nazis fall.
  A mass of corpses. Whole mountains of bloody bodies, a pile of wrecked cars and planes.
  The boy inventor recalls a wild strategy game where horses and people also mixed together.
  Child killer Oleg Rybachenko squeals:
  - Woe from Wit!
  And there will be tons of money!
  And the boy-terminator is in a new movement. And his bare feet will take something and throw it.
  The genius boy roared:
  - Master class and Adidas!
  It really was a cool performance. And how many Nazis were killed? And they killed the greatest number of the greatest of the "brown" fighters, along with tanks and planes.
  Barefoot girl Margarita is also in battle. She crushes cinnamon and steel armies and roars:
  - A large shock regiment! We're driving everyone into the grave!
  And her swords slashed at the Nazis. The mass of brown fighters had already fallen. And with them, tanks and planes.
  The girl growled:
  - I'm even cooler than the panthers! Prove that I'm the best!
  And from the girl"s bare heel a pea with powerful explosives flies out.
  And it will hit the enemy.
  And it will take and destroy some of the enemies, tanks, and even planes.
  And Natasha Korshunova is a powerhouse. She beats her opponents and doesn't let anyone off the hook.
  How many Nazis have already been killed along with tanks and planes?
  And her teeth are so sharp. And her eyes are so sapphire. This girl is the ultimate executioner. Although all her partners are executioners!
  Natasha Korshunova shouts:
  - I'm crazy! You'll get a fine! You won't take a ruble!
  And again the girl will cut down a lot of Nazis with swords.
  Zoya Angelskaya is on the move and has cut up many brown warriors.
  And their bare feet throw needles. Each needle kills several Nazis or shoots down a plane and a tank. These girls are truly beautiful.
  Augustina advances and crushes her opponents. And she doesn't forget to yell:
  - You can't escape the coffin!
  And the girl will take her teeth and bare them!
  And such a redhead... Her hair flutters in the wind like a proletarian banner.
  And she is literally brimming with anger.
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya on the move. She's cracked open a ton of skulls and tank turrets. A warrior baring her teeth.
  He sticks out his tongue. Then he spits from a straw, shooting down planes. After which he howls:
  - You guys will be dead!
  And again, deadly needles fly from her bare feet, striking infantry and aircraft.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumps and bounces.
  A barefoot boy emits a bunch of needles, knocks down tanks, and sings:
  - Let's go on a hike, open a big account!
  The young warrior is at his best, as expected.
  He's quite old now, always on adventures with Natasha and company, but he looks like a child. Only very strong and muscular.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Even if the game is not played according to the rules, we will break through, suckers!
  And again, deadly and destructive needles flew from his bare feet. And at planes, and at tanks.
  Flashing her bare, round heels, Margarita Korshunova sang with delight:
  - Nothing is impossible! I believe the dawn of freedom will come!
  The girl again threw a lethal cascade of needles at the Nazis and their tanks and planes, and continued:
  - The darkness will go away! The roses of May will bloom!
  And the warrior tosses a pea with her bare toes, and a thousand Nazis immediately fly into the air. The army of the brown, hellish empire melts away right before our eyes.
  Natasha Korshunova in battle. Leaping like a cobra. Blowing up enemies. And so many Nazis die, and planes crash.
  The girl beat them with swords, and coal pellets, and spears. And needles.
  And at the same time he roars:
  - I believe victory will come!
  And the glory of the Russians will find!
  Bare toes shoot out new needles, piercing opponents.
  Zoya Angelskaya is in a frenzy of movement. She's advancing on the Nazis, cutting them into tiny pieces.
  The warrior throws needles with her bare fingers. She pierces through enemies, along with tanks and planes, and roars:
  - Our complete victory is near!
  And she carries out a wild windmill with her swords, sweeping away tanks. Now that's a real girl!
  And now Augustine's cobra has gone on the offensive. This woman is a nightmare for all.
  And if it turns on, then it turns on.
  After which the redhead will take and sing:
  - I'll crack open all your skulls! I'm a great dream!
  And here her swords are in action, cutting through the flesh and metal with the duralumin of airplanes.
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya also goes on the offensive. This girl has no inhibitions. Once she's hacked away, a mass of corpses falls, and planes and tanks are toppled.
  The blonde terminator roars:
  - How good it will be! How good it will be - I know it!
  And now a lethal pea flies from her.
  Barefoot, handsome, muscular boy Oleg will again sweep away a hundred Nazis like a meteor, deftly cutting them down. And he'll even take and throw a bomb.
  It is small in size, but deadly...
  How it will tear apart a mass of planes in the sky into small pieces.
  The Terminator Boy howled:
  - The stormy youth of scary machines!
  Barefoot girl Margarita will do the same thing again in battle.
  And he'll cut down a ton of brown fighters. And he'll cut wide swaths of clearings among the tanks and planes.
  The girl squeals:
  - Lambada is our dance on the sand!
  And it will hit with renewed force.
  Natasha Korshunova is even more ferocious on the offensive. She's battering the Nazis like crazy. They won't be able to stand up to such girls.
  Natasha Korshunova took it and sang:
  - My barefoot kick is blinding!
  Running in place is a general reconciliation!
  And the warrior unleashed a cascade of blows on her opponents.
  And he will also throw discs with his bare feet.
  Here's the mill run. The mass of brown army heads rolled back, and tanks burned, planes blazed.
  She's a fighting beauty. She's beating up that brown armada.
  Zoya Angelskaya is on the move, crushing everyone. And her swords are like the shears of death.
  The girl is simply adorable. And her bare feet shoot out very poisonous needles.
  They strike at their enemies. They pierce their throats and make coffins, and they make tanks and planes explode.
  Zoya Angelskaya took it, shook the scarlet nipples of her full breasts, and squealed:
  - If there is no water in the tap...
  Natasha Korshunova screamed with delight:
  - So it's your fault!
  And with her bare toes she throws something that kills thoroughly. Now that's a real girl.
  And from her bare legs, a blade will fly, and it will strike a multitude of soldiers, cutting off the turrets of tanks.
  Barefoot Augustine in motion. Swift and unique in her beauty.
  What bright hair she has. It flutters like a proletarian banner. This girl is a real shrew.
  And she chops down her opponents as if she was born with swords in her hands.
  Red-haired, damn beast! She went into battle with hers in natural light, without paint.
  Augustina took it and hissed:
  - The bull's head will be so big that the fighters won't lose their minds!
  And now she has crushed a mass of fighters again.
  Terminator boy Oleg Rybachenko muttered:
  - That's what I needed! This is a girl!
  Margarita Korshunova, throwing a dagger with her bare foot, breaking off the tank"s turret, confirmed:
  - Big and cool girl!
  Augustine readily agreed with this:
  - I am a warrior who will bite anyone to death!
  And again, with his bare toes, he will launch a murderous, plane-busting weapon.
  Natasha Korshunova is no match for her opponents in battle. She's no girl, but to end up with such a witch in flames is a real shame. And the Nazis are having a hard time: planes and tanks are falling.
  And squeals:
  - What a blue sky!
  Augustine, releasing the blade with her bare foot, cutting off the tank"s turret, confirmed:
  - We are not supporters of robbery!
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya, cutting down enemies and shooting down planes, chirped:
  - You don't need a knife against a fool...
  Zoya Angelskaya squealed, throwing needles with her bare feet and knocking down tanks and planes with her tanned feet:
  - You'll tell him a whole bunch of lies!
  Natasha Korshunova, chopping down the Nazis, added:
  - And do it with him for a pittance!
  And the warriors will just jump up and down. They're so bloody and cool. There's a whole lot of excitement in them.
  Almost naked, handsome, muscular boy in just shorts, Oleg Rybachenko looks very stylish in battle.
  The pretty girl Margarita threw a piece of antimatter with her bare toes and sang:
  - The blow is strong, but the guy is interested...
  The boy genius kicked something like a helicopter rotor into motion. He cut off a couple hundred heads from both Nazis and tanks, then squealed:
  - Quite athletic!
  And both - a boy and a girl - are in perfect order.
  The terminator boy Oleg, chopping down the brown soldiers, gurgled:
  - And a great victory will be ours!
  Margarita hissed in response:
  - We kill everyone - with bare feet!
  The girl really is such an active terminator.
  Natasha Korshunova sang during the attack:
  - In a holy war!
  And the warrior launched a sharp boomerang-like disk. It flew in an arc, cutting down a mass of Nazis and tank turrets.
  Zoya Angelskaya added, continuing the extermination:
  - Our victory will be!
  And from her bare feet, more needles flew, striking a multitude of soldiers and aircraft.
  The blonde girl said:
  - Let's checkmate the enemy!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  Barefoot and fiery Augustina, waving her legs and throwing swastikas with sharp edges, gurgled:
  - Imperial flag forward!
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya, tossing a ball of hyperplasma with her bare heel, readily confirmed:
  - Glory to the fallen heroes!
  And the girls screamed in chorus, crushing the Nazis:
  - No one will stop us!
  And now the discus flies from the warriors' bare feet. Flesh is torn, and tank turrets and airplane tails are blown off.
  And again the howl:
  - No one will defeat us!
  Natasha Korshunova flew into the air. She ripped apart her opponents and winged vultures, and then announced:
  - We are she-wolves, we fry the enemy!
  And from her bare toes a very lethal disk will fly out.
  The girl even twisted in ecstasy.
  And then he mutters:
  - Our heels love fire!
  Yes, the girls are really sexy.
  Oleg Rybachenko, a handsome, muscular boy in shorts, gurgled:
  - Oh, it's too early, the security guards are giving me a beating!
  And he winked at the warriors. They laughed and bared their teeth in response.
  Natasha Korshunova chopped up the Nazis and squealed:
  - There is no joy in our world without struggle!
  The boy-terminator, with his bare, round, childish heel, kicked the pulsar and destroyed the fascists, and objected:
  - Sometimes even fighting is no fun!
  Natasha Korshunova agreed:
  - If there is no strength, then yes...
  But we warriors are always healthy!
  The girl threw needles at the enemy with her bare toes, blew up a ton of tanks and planes, and sang:
  - A soldier is always healthy,
  And ready for the feat!
  After which Svetlana Belosnezhnaya again cut down the enemies, knocking off the turrets of tanks and the tails of planes.
  Zoya Angelskaya is quite the hottie. She just threw a whole barrel at the Nazis and blew up a couple thousand of them in one blast.
  After which she squeaked:
  - We can't stop, our heels are sparkling!
  And the girl in battle dress!
  Augustina isn't weak in battle either. She thrashes the Nazis like she's beating them out of a sheaf of grain with chains.
  And chopping down his opponents, he sings:
  - Be careful, it will be useful,
  There will be a pie in the fall!
  The red-haired devil really does plow through the battle like a jack-in-the-box. And how the tanks burn and the planes blaze.
  And here's a barefoot girl in a tunic, Margarita Korshunova, fighting. And she's giving the Nazis a hard time.
  And if she hits, she hits.
  Bloody splashes fly out from it.
  Natasha Korshunova harshly remarked as her bare foot sent sprays of metal flying, melting the skulls and turrets of tanks:
  - Glory to Russia, very much glory!
  Tanks rush forward...
  Divisions in red shirts -
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Here the girls have taken on the Nazis. They're hacking and slashing them. Not warriors, but real panthers unleashed.
  Tough guy Oleg Rybachenko is in battle, attacking the Nazis. He beats them mercilessly, rips apart tanks, and screams:
  - We are like bulls!
  Margarita Korshunova, crushing the brown army and cutting through tanks and airplane tails, picked up:
  - We are like bulls!
  Natasha Korshunova started howling, cutting down the brown fighters along with the tanks:
  - It's not convenient to lie!
  Zoya Angelskaya tore apart the Nazis and squealed:
  - No, it's not convenient!
  And he too will take and release a star with his bare foot and finish off a mass of fascists.
  Natasha Korshunova took and released a lightning bolt from her scarlet nipple and squealed:
  - Our TV is on fire!
  And from her bare leg flies a lethal bunch of needles.
  Zoya Angelskaya, also crushing the Nazis and their tanks and planes, squeaked:
  - Our friendship is a monolith!
  And again she throws such a blast that the circles blur in all directions. This girl is pure annihilation of her opponents.
  The girl, with her bare toes, launches three boomerangs. And that only increases the number of corpses.
  After which the beauty will say:
  - We will give the enemy no quarter! There will be a corpse!
  And again, something deadly flies off from the bare heel.
  Red-haired Augustine also quite logically noted:
  - Not just one corpse, but many!
  After that, the girl walked barefoot through the bloody puddles and killed many Nazis.
  And how he roars:
  - Mass murder!
  And then he'll hit the Hitlerite general with his head. He'll break his skull and say:
  - Banzai! You'll go to heaven!
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya is very fierce on the offensive, especially when knocking down tanks and planes too, squeals:
  - You will have no mercy!
  And a dozen needles fly off her bare toes. The planes crash as she pierces everyone. And the warrior tries very hard, to shred and kill.
  A muscular, muscular boy in shorts, Oleg Rybachenko, knocking down the crows with a whistle, squeaks:
  - Nice hammer!
  And the boy, with his bare foot, also throws a cool star in the shape of a swastika. An intricate hybrid.
  And a mass of Nazis collapsed.
  Oleg Rybachenko roared:
  - Banzai!
  And the boy is once again on a wild attack. No, power is seething within him, and volcanoes are bubbling!
  The magnificent Margarita is on the move. She'll rip everyone's bellies open.
  A girl can throw out fifty needles with one foot at a time. And a lot of enemies of all kinds are killed, tanks and planes are destroyed.
  Flashing her bare heels, Margarita Korshunova sang cheerfully:
  - One, two! Grief is not a problem!
  Never be discouraged!
  Keep your nose and tail up.
  Know that a true friend is always with you!
  That's how aggressive this group is. The girl hits you and shouts:
  - The Dragon President will become a corpse!
  Natasha Korshunova is a real terminator in battle. And she gurgled, roaring:
  - Banzai! Get it quickly! And the dictator will be finished!
  And a grenade flew off her bare foot. And it hit the Nazis like a nail. And it destroyed the mass of mastodons and winged, infernal machines.
  What a warrior! A warrior to all warriors!
  Zoya Angelskaya is also on the offensive. Such a fierce beauty.
  And she took it and gurgled:
  - Our father is the White God himself!
  And he will cut down the Nazis with a triple mill!
  And the redhead, with her bare heels and ruby nipples shining on Augustine's breasts, roared in response:
  - And my God is black!
  The redhead truly is the embodiment of treachery and meanness. To her enemies, of course. But to her friends, she's a sweetheart.
  And, as if with bare toes, he'll take it and throw it. And a mass of heaps of warriors of the brown empire, as well as their tanks and planes.
  The redhead shouted:
  - Russia and the black God are behind us!
  A warrior with immense combat potential. There's no one better to stand under than her. She's capable of tearing off the turrets of tanks and the wings of Nazi planes.
  Augustine, crushing her opponents, hissed:
  - We will grind all traitors into dust!
  And winks at his partners. But this fiery girl isn't exactly the kind of person who can give peace. Unless it's deadly peace!
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya, crushing the enemies, said:
  - We'll sweep you away in a line!
  Red Augustine confirmed:
  - We'll kill them all!
  And from her bare, chiseled feet, the gift of total annihilation flies again! And so many tanks and planes exploded into tiny shavings at once.
  And then the girl shoots lightning from a scarlet nipple.
  Sending gifts of death with his bare heels, Oleg Rybachenko sang in response:
  - It will be a complete banzai!
  Augustina, tearing apart the Nazis with her bare hands, chopping them with swords, and throwing needles with her bare toes, destroying tanks and planes at once, said:
  - In short! In short!
  Natasha Korshunova, destroying the brown warriors, along with tanks and planes, squeaked:
  - In short - banzai!
  And let's chop down our opponents with wild ferocity.
  Barefoot, handsome, a boy in shorts, Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down his opponents, said:
  - This gambit is not Chinese,
  And believe me, the debut is Thai!
  And again, a sharp, metal-cutting disk flew from the boy's bare foot. It sliced off the turrets of tanks and the tails of planes.
  The metal-crushing fighting girl Margarita, chopping down the warriors of the brown empire and the armor of tanks, sang:
  - And who will we find in battle,
  And who will we find in battle...
  We won't joke about that -
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  They did a good job with the Nazis back then...
  Here Hitler and his team fell on their knees before the girls and children.
  Natasha Korshunova first of all forced Nazi number one to kiss her bare feet.
  Then Hitler and his entire entourage kissed the bare soles and heels of other girls. They even licked their heels. And they kissed the bare feet of a very handsome blond boy, Oleg Rybachenko.
  Afterwards, very pleased with the humiliation of the parasitic men, Natasha ordered:
  - Now, before we kill you all, sign the order for the complete and unconditional surrender of the Third Reich to the Soviet Union!
  All's well that ends well. The Third Reich capitulated, and the mighty Wehrmacht was disarmed. Hitler and his team were sent to Beria's prison.
  The trial was swift but fair. On June 22, 1959, Hitler was hanged right on Red Square!
  
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