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Hell As A Juvenile Colony

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    Hell has its own measured life. Sinners, in the young, healthy bodies of teenagers, undergo correction and re-education, all the while preserving their memories of their past lives and personalities. But young bodies allow them to better absorb new information, and they become kinder, more tolerant, more educated, and more cultured, ready to move on to the easier levels of Hell and then mature to Heaven. But Gena Davidenya got drunk and misbehaved during a tour of Heaven and was transferred from the general level of Hell to the strict level, and other sinners in the underworld have their own fantastic adventures.
  HELL AS A JUVENILE COLONY
  ANNOTATION
  Hell has its own measured life. Sinners, in the young, healthy bodies of teenagers, undergo correction and re-education, all the while preserving their memories of their past lives and personalities. But young bodies allow them to better absorb new information, and they become kinder, more tolerant, more educated, and more cultured, ready to move on to the easier levels of Hell and then mature to Heaven. But Gena Davidenya got drunk and misbehaved during a tour of Heaven and was transferred from the general level of Hell to the strict level, and other sinners in the underworld have their own fantastic adventures.
  CHAPTER 1
  The first fifty years on the general level of Hell flashed by quickly. And there's a certain paradox of perception here. Time seems to pass, and not too quickly, especially during occupational therapy, when you literally count the minutes - wishing you could finish your suffering and stop, say, digging turf with a shovel, or collecting stones in buckets, or planting flowers, or picking berries or apples (well, that's a little more enjoyable!). Occupational therapy is mandatory in Hell - it serves to reform sinners and ennoble them. By the grace of Almighty God, the bodies given to you are young, about fourteen years old in appearance, muscular, and without physical defects - perfectly healthy. And working in them isn't all that hard - it doesn't exhaust your muscles as much. But you suffer more mentally, as there are many other activities far better than walking barefoot and in shorts across a field and picking stones into buckets. And on a general level, this should be done six hours a day-except on weekends. And on weekends, only study-four hours each day, with prayers, and then entertainment.
  By the grace of the Almighty, eternal sinful children have two and a half days off a week - Saturday, Sunday and every other Friday.
  This is truly good. The general level of Hell, the most widespread. Most people end up here. The other levels depend on your deviation-either you're too good or too bad, or you've committed certain crimes. And the more severe the level, the worse the punishment and the longer it lasts.
  There are other nuances, too. For example, do you admit your guilt immediately, sincerely repenting? Or do you desire a judgment by the saints? If you immediately submit to the will of the Merciful and Compassionate Almighty God, you usually receive the minimum sentence. But if you desire a trial by twenty-four jurors, then in the overwhelming majority of cases you'll receive a longer sentence and a worse level of punishment. Pyotr Davidenya died in the summer of 2012, and he had the sense and understanding not to argue with God, admitting his guilt and sins and receiving the minimum fifty years in the general regime of Hell.
  And this isn't the worst place, actually. You're sitting in a cozy cell for three, where there are bars, but also a large color TV and even a game console. True, time is limited. On a weekday, there are four hours of study, six of work, plus time for meals and prayer. But there's also free entertainment. Hell here is technologically advanced: there are even computer games in the matrix, but with restrictions, of course. And there are movies-but, of course, also no older than plus twelve. That's only in Heaven; you can watch whatever you want, play whatever you want, drink whatever you want, and eat whatever you want... However, it's generally believed that in Heaven, a former sinner, after being reeducated in Hell, will have self-control and moral restraint. Or if she gets into trouble there, she'll end up back in Hell.
  The general level of the underworld resembles a juvenile detention center for minors in a civilized country - everything is beautiful, there are many portraits of saints and golden crosses, flowers and colorful plants.
  The food is generally quite good, albeit without any special delicacies, although these can be obtained for free on certain holidays. And the young prisoners are dressed more or less casually in tracksuits and comfortable sneakers.
  True, many prefer to walk barefoot, since Hell is a very warm place with three suns: red, yellow, green - an entire planet of enormous size and approximately the same gravity as the Earth.
  And Heaven is an entire universe, and there live in any kind of body - which people can choose there freely and change at will, on different planets - former sinners who have become righteous, or in any case, those who have served their sentence and undergone re-education in Hell.
  And plus there are also representatives of extraterrestrial civilizations.
  In hell, sinners, by the great Grace of the Most High God, have young, healthy, perfect teenage bodies, which in itself is the greatest blessing and mercy of the Almighty Creator. This is also because a physically healthy body fosters a healthier mind and personality. After all, how many people have committed crimes, both major and minor, because of toothache, stomach pain, high blood pressure, and so on. But here, these irritants are absent, and the children are more cheerful and calm.
  Unlike real juvenile correctional facilities in Hell, behavioral control is stricter, and the inmates are mostly adults, not children, or even old people in the bodies of teenagers. Therefore, there's no such thing as being asked questions and being hit over the head with a spoon in the juvenile correctional facility of Hell. And this is a big plus, especially for those who weren't exactly cool in their past lives.
  But there are downsides, too: video cameras monitor your every move, and try masturbating! You'll immediately get a baton from the guards, traditionally called she-devils. In reality, they're special angels who maintain order in hell and discipline the prisoners. And they're all different. There are educators and psychologists who help prisoners, young in body but usually seasoned in mind and memory, solve their problems.
  Jesus Christ, being the Almighty Son of God, survived the death of his physical body on the cross. Moreover, He also took upon Himself all human sins and was able to create the greatest Grace. This means that all people are saved, and the question of anyone's entry into Heaven is only a matter of time, during which they either reform in Hell or atone for their sins. Moreover, the latter is not the most important thing-sins are already atoned for by Jesus Christ. The most important thing is the sinner's reformation. Moreover, it is in the interests of the people themselves.
  For example, if you let an unreformed bandit into Heaven, he'll start harming and ruining other people there. So, a person needs to acquire at least some basic decency, kindness, patience, tact, and culture, and be taught these things in Hell, if they didn't have the chance or opportunity to acquire them in earthly life.
  It's no secret that many, perhaps even all, criminals could have become decent people with a different upbringing and environment. Although genetics also plays a role.
  But the Most High God gives to Hell a young, good, healthy body, without the consequences of many thousands of years of sin, and this facilitates the correction of the soul.
  Petr Davidenya, having found himself on the general level of Hell, reminiscent of a very proper, well-maintained, and ultra-modern juvenile prison, took it philosophically-thank God it was exactly like that, it could have been worse. Especially considering how Baptists and other Protestants, and not only them, describe Hell. Some even write: the worst pain on Earth is a flea bite compared to the torment in Hell. And that ordinary people there are scorched by fire in a lake of fire and brimstone, or boiled in cauldrons, with devils throwing in the wood.
  But this is a very primitive and incorrect notion. Moreover, while for most people fire is a symbol of torment, for northern peoples, for example, flame is a paradise for warmth. And Protestant preachers describe Hell to them quite differently.
  That is, Protestants, Orthodox Christians, and Catholics all have their own ideas about Hell, and they don't necessarily mean literal fire. Although some denominations, such as Seventh-Day Adventists, have an overly primitive understanding of Hell, as well as the concept of fiery Gehenna. In reality, these are all metaphors and allegories.
  In reality, Hell is a correctional and educational institution, of varying levels, of course. For more serious criminals, the punishment and conditions are harsher-less entertainment and more work therapy, the food is more tasteless, and the she-devils beat them harder and more painfully. They might even put them in shackles, to make things even worse.
  But even the most despicable, or, on the contrary, the greatest and most important criminal, can count on the fact that as he corrects and atones for his sins, he will be transferred to easier levels, so that sooner or later he will reach heaven.
  Petya Davidenya, in his eternally youthful body, worked diligently for fifty years, tried to behave as quietly as possible, prayed, did not argue, was, as they say, a good boy.
  And now he could count on being transferred to a more comfortable, easier level. Where there were three and a half days off a week, and only four hours of occupational therapy. And everything was better: food, entertainment, and clothing, and he could take more frequent excursions to Paradise. And if he found a girlfriend in the women's ward of Hell, he could meet her not once a week, but three times. So, it was still a prison, but with improved conditions.
  Petka, you could call him that, because he looked like a fourteen-year-old boy watching a news program on planet Earth with two other cellmates. Much is indeed changing. Technological evolution is underway in Hell, on Earth, and in Heaven. Opportunities are growing. The news is generally good. They're building a town on Mars, and there are already settlements on the Moon. People have somehow reconciled. There was a time when things almost came to a nuclear war, and an aggressive, bald ruler was to blame for it. But thank God he died, and life became better and more joyful. And something resembling a hegemony even emerged: Russia, the US, and China became allies and led a worldwide, controlled globalization.
  This is how the situation in the world changed for the better in 2062.
  There are three boys in the cell; they've returned from entertainment and games. Some play soccer or hockey, others play computer games. There are many different forms of entertainment here. Especially since it was a day off. There are four hours of study on weekends-and then it's entertainment, albeit with prayers. Every two hours, the boys incarcerated in hell are forced to kneel and recite various psalms.
  They pray to God the Father, Christ, and the Mother of God. And they sing psalms. But it takes a little time. And the next day they can transfer you to a lighter level. There are no comments about Petr Daviden. So you look forward to the next day. On the other hand, you'll be parting from your cellmates. They've already become friends, these boys.
  In a general regime cell, there are usually three or four young prisoners per cell. In a light regime cell, a young offender will have his own room, complete with a bathroom. On the one hand, this is good; it's more comfortable. But on the other hand, the boys don't stink, they don't snore, and it's even more fun to have company in the same room. After all, their bodies are perfect, the food is healthy, and they don't pollute the air.
  The lighter level is closer to a sanatorium, except that occupational therapy is still included. But four hours isn't that long, and it's only offered half the week. The film selection will be more varied, more open-ended, and light erotica, violent action films, and outrageous science fiction are all acceptable.
  Although porn is still banned, especially same-sex relationships, games will be much more diverse. And a real transformation will occur.
  The boy prisoner Artem noticed, lying on his bunk:
  "It's better in a separate cell! Here we watch what the devils give us, but out there you're your own boss and can turn on whatever you want!"
  Petka nodded:
  - Yes! At the cinema, we either all watch the same thing together or have a limited selection, like when naked girls are unavailable!
  The prisoner boy Sam remarked:
  "I wouldn't say the choice is all that bad. There are a lot of films in the underworld that don't exist on Earth. There are also films that haven't been made. For example, the series "The Duke of Montecristo" is great."
  Artyomka giggled and noted:
  "It's a good series. But sci-fi with special effects is still better. And there are some great films like that here, and new ones are constantly appearing, including some with 3D vision!"
  Petka agreed:
  "A civilization, no matter how you look at it! Or rather, a super-civilization created by the Almighty, and partly by the fantasies and inventions of humans and other races!"
  Semik noted:
  "On a lighter level, excursions to Paradise are offered twice a month, while we only have two a year. And you'll be able to see other planets of the technotronic Eden!"
  Artyomka giggled and sang:
  Paradise is beautiful and great
  All the people in it are so happy...
  When you were an old man,
  And now we are all beautiful!
  Petka noticed:
  "We're beautiful even in Hell. For example, I was a bit chubby in my previous life and was very self-conscious about it. But then, as soon as my soul separated from my body, it was transferred into the flesh of a fourteen-year-old, a very handsome and muscular boy!"
  Semik sang:
  - The sun is shining above us,
  Not life, but grace...
  To those who are responsible for us,
  It's high time to understand,
  Children became forever,
  We want to go for a walk!
  Artyomka noted:
  "I also died when my body had already become old and decayed! And receiving new flesh was a tremendous blessing. Although this place looks a lot like a juvenile detention center, the inmates are much better, and there are no traitors, although you can still get beaten with a truncheon!"
  Petka noticed:
  "She-devils beat only for a reason. But human colonies are often beaten just for the fun of it! Or for sadistic pleasure. And adults are often beaten worse than children!"
  Semik chuckled and remarked:
  "But you know that more from books and other people's stories. But I actually did time in an American juvenile detention center, and I can say that yes, it's not easy there, but the biggest nightmares are perpetrated by the kids themselves, and the police are still more or less tolerant."
  Artyomka nodded and remarked:
  "In Hell, there's no latrine. There are fecal annihilators that cleanse your stomach and intestines with the push of a button. That's a significant, even enormous, advantage over a prison or a human prison. So, in this case, God turned out to be far kinder and more merciful than various churchmen describe in their books. In this sense, Hell is..."
  Petka interrupted:
  "It would be more logical to call Hell or the Underworld Purgatory, or a correctional facility, but the old name stuck. And it really is a unique tradition. Like the term "deviless" for guardian angels!"
  Semik confirmed:
  "Yes, the concept of Hell is often quite primitive. And excessively cruel. When they try to turn the kindest Jesus Christ into an eternal Hitler. But in reality, the Merciful and Compassionate Almighty cares for the good of man. And if not everyone is immediately admitted to Heaven, that's understandable. In that case, those same bandits and hooligans, without proper correction and education, would continue to terrorize and ruin the lives of those in Heaven."
  Petka nodded:
  "Yes, I had to deal with gangsters when I worked as a photographer. Some of them were normal and even outwardly intelligent people, but many were terrible. You never know. But there are some truly bad individuals who definitely shouldn't be allowed into Heaven, and it's not a given that they'll be rehabilitated in Hell."
  Artyomka nodded:
  - Sometimes I really want to fight too. Especially when you're young and have teenage hormones running wild!
  Petka noticed:
  "Not as much as Earth teenagers. They probably give us something to keep us from getting too excited. It's true, for such a strong and healthy body, erections are somehow too rare, although you can't call us eunuchs!"
  Semik chuckled and noted:
  "We're such handsome boys now. On Earth, we'd be happily picked up by mature women, but here in Hell, you can meet a sinful girl once a week on the common level..."
  Artyomka nodded and remarked:
  - Yes! Contrary to the words of Christ: in the next world they do not marry, but remain like angels in heaven!
  Petka corrected:
  "Not in the next world, but on the Resurrection. And this is, of course, an allegory. In Paradise, you'll have as many girls as your heart desires. The point is, a true citizen of Paradise is spiritually mature enough to limit himself."
  Semik stamped his bare foot and remarked:
  - This is moral self-restraint and the moral law. What are we...
  Then the voice of the senior devil warden was heard:
  - Proceed to night prayer and departure, to sleep.
  The boys, wearing only their underwear, knelt down and began to recite out loud (in Hell they pray a lot and this is obligatory, only in Heaven can you pray whenever you want!).
  It is especially common to pray to the Mother of God during sleep, as it is the Mother of God who can shorten the time spent in Hell and forgive minor sins and the misdeeds of sinful prisoners.
  Falling down before You, the Most Pure Mother of God, I, the wretched one, pray: You know, O Queen, that I continually sin and anger Your Son and my God, and though I repent many times, I am found lying before God, and I repent, trembling: has not the Lord struck me, and I do the same again hour after hour? Knowing this, my Lady, the Theotokos, I pray that You have mercy on me, that You strengthen me, and grant me to do good. We know, my Lady Theotokos, that the imam hates my evil deeds, and with all my thoughts I love the law of my God; but we do not know, Most Pure Lady, from where I even hate, I also love, but I transgress what is good. Do not allow, Most Pure One, my will to be accomplished, for it is not pleasing, but may the will of Thy Son and my God be done: may He save me, and enlighten me, and grant me the grace of the Holy Spirit, so that I may henceforth cease from impurity, and may live henceforth at the command of Thy Son, to Whom befits all glory, honor, and power, with His Eternal Father and His Most Holy, Good, and Life-giving Spirit, now and ever and unto the end. forever and ever, amen!
  Afterwards, the boy prisoners of Hell made the sign of the cross and lay down in bed. Here they have a mattress, a pillow, a white sheet, and a blanket. True, due to the eternally hot summer of Hell, the young prisoners usually don't cover themselves and sleep almost naked. On the more severe levels, they have to sleep on bare bunks in a cell with a large number of boy prisoners. But even so, their bodies are young, healthy, not snoring, not smelly, and you fall asleep easily and effortlessly.
  It's possible that even the guards are sending out a special hypnotic wave to make the prisoners fall asleep.
  When Petka spent his first night in Hell and slept in his cell, he was extremely nervous. It was a new and unfamiliar place, after all, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to sleep a wink. Moreover, in Hell, as in Heaven, there's no night, and it's a barred window in a clean, cozy cell with white walls, on which the eternally youthful prisoners sometimes hang their own drawings made with markers or paints, or even photographs of their loved ones.
  And in the cell, when you sleep, it's light. But sleep came almost as soon as the boys lay down after prayer.
  And Peter Davidenya fell asleep. And dreams in Hell, in a young body many years old, are quite vivid.
  There, in front of the eternal boy, appeared a girl of fabulous beauty, a honey-colored blonde.
  "You mean these ones?" She pointed at the big-nosed ones. "The thing is, they're from the Brokk race, they believe in one God. Don't be afraid of them, they're submissive to me."
  The boy Petka frowned and clenched his fists, exclaiming:
  - I didn"t come to your planet to be afraid.
  The sorceress howled with anger:
  "You have to be a very powerful sorcerer to travel between worlds. Apparently, you're not just any sorcerer, but a golden boy. Let's fly together, and you'll show me what you can do."
  The boy Petka quite honestly noted:
  "But, dear Miloslava! In our world, magic is so undeveloped that local sorcerers are incapable of doing anything worthwhile."
  The sorceress yelped:
  - How did you get there?
  The young schoolboy and prisoner Ada shrugged:
  - It's a mystery to me. I can't find an explanation for it. Maybe a spatial hole.
  "Okay, boy, sit down, come fly with me." The shamanka spread her fingers and waved her hands, and the next second a broken circle flew out of her hand. It moved in a spiral, twitched, then gradually began to grow from it, the outline of a winged deer beginning to emerge.
  "Very interesting!" Petka noted. "It looks like Pegasus, only with horns."
  The sorceress barked in response:
  - Do you like him? Come on in, come ride with me.
  Davidenya jumped up and flew through the air, his body became weightless, and he smoothly sat down on the deer"s back.
  - Do you want to become a deer? - said the witch.
  The young schoolboy chuckled:
  - It's not prestigious for us to be a deer!
  Miloslava laughed:
  "I can make you a frog. Or, no, a very large dragon. By the way, there will be dragon battles at the sorcerers' competition, so you'll have to help."
  Petka was surprised:
  - How to fight in the body of a dragon?
  The sorceress squeaked:
  - Well, why not!
  The young knight remarked in confusion:
  - But I have no experience fighting with such a big body.
  The sorceress hissed:
  - And in your flesh you can fight!
  Petka nodded:
  - Certainly!
  "Then show it to us." The shamanka gestured to the warrior on the right flank.
  The boy was surprised:
  - With bare hands?
  "Not on the poles!" Miloslava shouted. "Fight here on the field."
  Petka came down, feeling as if he were drunk. Then he stamped his foot and tensed up.
  "I'll still make you horned." The shaman struck with lightning, and flowers bloomed on Davideni's head.
  "What is it?" "I wanted horns." Miloslava cast another spell. Two bolts of lightning struck at once. A whole bouquet blossomed on the young man's head, the flowers moving-yellow, blue, red-rising and shifting, growing like yeast dough.
  - What have you done? Invited me in for some lemon tea? - Petka laughed.
  The sorceress waved her hands:
  - Boy, don't make noise! It seems my magic isn't working correctly on you. - Why are you going to fight like that?
  A large warrior stepped forward, two heads taller than him, and his musculature simply terrifying. His thick patties were no smaller, if not thicker, than Petka's thigh, and weighed three times as much.
  The boy noticed:
  "I don't believe you can get a body like that without anabolic steroids. Where do they make them?"
  The sorceress smiled ominously:
  "I've made a special muscle-building potion. Defeat him, and you'll get one yourself."
  - No, I'm better with my nature.
  "And I prefer sorcery." Miloslava performed a loop-the-loop, releasing the pulsar. A branched tree, as thick as an oak and shaped like a scaly palm, collapsed onto the grass.
  - Well, imagine that I hit you like that. And no muscles will help.
  - If you were a man, I would offer to duel you on equal terms.
  "It's like swordplay, too much honor, kid. Although, try defeating him first!" She waved her hand at the brute. "And you, my children, can bet on it!"
  The natives began to murmur, and bets began to be placed. Dmitry, from the murmur, realized he was far from the favorite. Apparently, they didn't believe in him, while the warrior, renowned among the natives and pumped full of magical anabolic steroids, inspired far more confidence. In any case, the odds were a hundred to one in his favor. Petka had some idea of stick fighting, but he wasn't a serious ace. And he hadn't competed in this sport, though he had taken lessons, including kendo. His opponent was too large, which meant he was outsprinted. Or, at least, he was bound to be. They stood facing each other, the large dark figure looming over the small light one. The signal sounded, and the fight began.
  Petka lunged, aiming for the knee, but his opponent parried him, throwing him aside in one motion. The young man realized that his enemy was at least as fast as he could. Then Petka swung the pole over his head and, jumping, attempted to kick him in the solar plexus. The lunge was parried.
  - Damn it! - the young man cursed.
  A flurry of blows rained down on him. The warrior charged swiftly, and Petka retreated, barely managing to fend off the blows, taking a jab to the chest, then a powerful blow to the shoulder and leg. Judging by the crunch, a finger was broken, and blood poured out.
  "Who created such a monster!" Petka was furious and lunged so hard that he hit his enemy in the nose. After that, the black warrior began to advance with particular ferocity, his staff flashing like lightning. Petka took several more blows, and to avoid such terrible force he had to jump back, but even that was no use. One of the blows landed on his head, his jaw cracked, and only thanks to his habit of taking a blow did Petka lose consciousness. But the fact that several of his teeth flew out in the process could not help but provoke a burst of anger. Of course, he, whose smile drove countless different girls crazy, was becoming gap-toothed. Tears involuntarily poured from Petka's eyes, and he jumped, putting all his fury into the blow. However, the terrible warrior parried him with a counter-punch to the legs. Petka twisted away, and he took a hard hit on the back. The young schoolboy yelped; A bloody fog shimmered before his eyes, and shards of teeth pricked his tongue. Instinctively rolling to the side, he managed to avoid the sharpened pole and, in turn, managed to reach his opponent's groin with his cue.
  The blow to the balls was successful, the enemy howled, then tried to counterattack, but lost coordination, bending his head too low.
  CHAPTER No 2.
  Petka took advantage of this and struck him in the eye. The native roared, his eye completely exposed. The young schoolboy took advantage of this and, first ducking to avoid the lunge, then, jumping like a jack-in-the-box, plunged the point of his straight knife into the giant's throat. The giant choked on blood and began to rapidly collapse. Then Petka finished him off with a blow to the temple, though he himself received a blow to the chest.
  - Oh, you are the son of the devil! - he said and fell.
  "Both fighters are down!" the shaman shouted. "The one who gets up first will be declared the winner."
  As hard as Petka was, these words acted as a powerful stimulant, and he jumped up, even though his legs were half-broken. Miloslava let off a veritable salvo of firecrackers.
  "The winner was a fighter named Petka. I bet on the little giant, by the way. Now, losers, bring your bets."
  The warriors, including the chieftain, dutifully brought shells and gold. Everything was dispersed in perfect order, though some had to remove their necklaces, and many women lost their jewelry. It was clear they were casting less than friendly glances.
  - You know Mio, I would have eaten him when he was so young.
  "I'd have it with cactus tomatoes and some pepper," the young girl said dreamily, her black hair patterned with a snake-like lion. It was clear she was reluctantly removing the gold bracelets she'd lost.
  The beautiful cannibal chirped:
  "It's better fresh, much juicier. I was delighted to try some white meat, if not from a warrior, then at least from her friend. Look how defined and fleshy her legs are."
  - And what is right, we would have such girls, one tooth.
  Groans and scuffles could be heard nearby. One warrior, having nothing better to do, had blocked his long nose, and now it was being cut off. Screams accompanied the painful procedure. Inga rushed to his aid, but was unceremoniously pushed aside. Then she twisted and kicked the nearest warrior in the stomach. He doubled over and howled, and a crowd of them pounced on the girl. Then she spun, knocking down the nearest enemy with a slashing blow. Then, like Van Damme, she struck in a sprawling attack, breaking the jaws of two warriors at once. The others swung their spears, and the girl rushed at them, ducking like an eel, and slamming her fist into their solar plexus. Her opponent slumped, and then, already in mid-air, the beauty slammed her knee into him.
  "Stop!" Miloslava said. "Your girlfriend is a great fighter. I just wonder what's got her so worked up about it."
  "They cut off a man's nose. Is that even possible?" Azalea's eyes flashed.
  The shamanka made a terrifying grimace, her nails lengthening. It reminded the girl of Freida Kruger's TV series-certainly not as fashionable as in the old days, but still impressive. The girl straightened proudly, then, seeing two soldiers holding a spear like a horizontal bar, she leaped onto it, deftly grasping it with her bare feet.
  "I won't let them cut off my nose!" she repeated.
  The witch responded to this with a thunderous laughter reminiscent of the grinding of grave crosses.
  - I definitely like you. I'll take you with me, and you'll both take part in the tournament.
  Inga modestly lowered her eyes:
  - What if I refuse?
  The sorceress bared her teeth:
  - Then your boyfriend will be all alone with such a charming diva like me. Is that what you want?
  - No! Just try to take it away from me.
  "If I want it, no man can resist. But for now, look where you're stepping-you're standing on a snake."
  The spear hissed, and the girl fell to the ground, her back now slippery and flexible. Then the anaconda-like creature descended upon her, crushing her in its embrace.
  "That's too stupid a joke." Petka struck the warrior in the cheek, snatching the sword from his hand and cutting off the snake's head with one blow. Its poisonous mouth sank into the grass, venom flowed, and acid smoked.
  - Bravo, you haven't disappointed me. Now, my boy, tell me, what do you want?
  - I don't want to be gap-toothed, it's so disgusting.
  "I'll make a potion and heal your wounds. It could have been done faster, but magic works unpredictably. And how are you feeling? Her name is..."
  "Barefoot Inga!" the girl barked. "You almost killed me. You clearly have sadistic tendencies, witch."
  "I just wanted to scare you so you wouldn't twitch your legs too much. What do you mean by sadistic?"
  In our world, there lived in ancient times a Marquis de Sade. He indulged in horrific orgies, for which he was imprisoned in the Bastille. There, in prison, he wrote several books that later became monstrously popular.
  "About what?" the shaman asked.
  About the pleasure one can get from causing pain and suffering to other people.
  - This is very interesting, I myself enjoyed reading such a book. Could you extract it from your world?
  "No, we ourselves had a hard time getting here. We don't know how to cross these vast spaces."
  - But have you read it, Inga? - the shaman asked affectionately.
  The girl blushed and felt ashamed.
  "I didn't even know, holy man, that you read such nasty things," Petka said reproachfully.
  "I felt really disgusted myself, but it's incredibly captivating. Especially Juliet, forbidden fruit is always sweet." Inga covered her face with her hands.
  "Then it's not so hopeless. People remember almost everything, but they only recall the important things. I can extract information from your memory by reproducing this wonderful book."
  The fighting Inga threw up her hands.
  - I don't insist on it.
  - Come on, my girl, I'll arrange everything for you. I see you've had plenty of fun, that's enough entertainment for today.
  "This country knocked out my fur coats, please, take me out," the savage asked, clearly distorting the words.
  - No way, you have to keep your face out. Although, if you pay me a hundred gold pieces, I'll give you a jaw extension.
  "Where am I supposed to get that much? It's better if the blacksmith gives me a hard time," the warrior lisped.
  - That's how it is, it will be better. Well, in the meantime, please come to my castle.
  "We'll find that interesting," Inga said.
  "Okay, we'll stay at the tournament and then come back," Petka agreed, managing to maintain his diction despite the loss of his teeth.
  Inside, the tower unexpectedly proved much larger and more spacious than it appeared from the outside. The corridors were wide and high, and chandeliers richly laden with candles glowed above. The walls were covered with a multitude of animal skins and rugs. The paintings, mostly mosaics, were rare but quite expressive. Dmitry especially liked the scene depicting a battle between sorcerers and magicians. The battle was grandiose, with rocks crumbling, the sea boiling, and volcanoes erupting. A multitude of rays cut across the sky, and the stars could be seen locked in a tangle. And everything, in such bright, sparkling colors, was not a battle, but a fairy tale.
  "Mm-hmm! Who made such a masterpiece?" asked the beautiful Inga.
  "I drew it myself using magic. True, the sorcerer Firr helped me with it. It's a beautiful decoration."
  "How did you manage to squeeze so many rooms and corridors into such a relatively small structure? It's a tower on the outside, but a palace on the inside."
  "This already indicates that I have reached a high level of mastery. I have control over many magical powers, including control over space."
  "It's like Bulgakov, the fifth dimension," Inga said, stamping her bare foot.
  The sorceress muttered:
  - Is Bulgakov your sorcerer?
  - Almost! What he created with his pen was akin to the poetry of magic.
  "A feather is quite a fine artifact. I used one myself when I was younger. The ones plucked from the tail of a mega-phoenix are especially good! You just have to be very strong to use them."
  At this point Inga joined the conversation.
  "Ah, in my opinion, 'The Master and Margarita' is average fantasy; back in the 1930s, it was a sensation. Back then, something like that was unique, especially in the USSR-a formally atheistic country-and suddenly the Devil was walking around Moscow. Doesn't that stagger the imagination? Especially for the Soviet people, who had no access to Western science fiction.
  Petka readily confirmed:
  - Maybe you're right, I'm generally more into cosmic fiction and science fiction, fantasy seems too primitive and childish to me.
  The witch bowed her head.
  - As far as I understand, Bulgakov is not a sorcerer, but just a writer and a scribbler! I have no respect for him!
  Inga tapped her bare foot and asked:
  - Do you have any like that?
  "One of the sorcerers supposedly traveled to other worlds and wrote several pretty good books. I even read one, and then we found out he made it all up and wrote it quite realistically."
  Petka readily confirmed:
  "Imagination is a powerful force! I started scribbling out a novel on the computer, but I'm still struggling with perseverance, but now I can finally add something more from my life."
  The girl answered coldly:
  - If we ever get out of here.
  The floor beneath them was strewn with fallen leaves made of precious stones. Inga's bare feet felt ticklish; what should have been a scratch actually felt pleasant.
  - You must be very rich? - Petka suggested.
  "No, the thing beneath your feet is ordinary granite, slightly altered by magic. You can't sell such stones at the market-they'll smell them and even strip you of their magic. And that's terrible."
  - And that this is possible!
  "For powerful mages or a large group of intermediate ones, it's perfectly fine. In that case, I'll become, as you say, a mere mortal. And I'm getting on in years; I don't want to turn into an old woman."
  Inga was surprised:
  - Does magic allow you to live forever?
  - Almost! It depends on the shaman's strength; the higher their level, the longer they live, but the end comes to everyone.
  - What a pity! - Inga sighed heavily. - And I wanted to become immortal.
  - It's because of fear, but my dear, I will comfort you, and after death there is a continuation, so don't be afraid: consciousness will not disappear, but you may end up in a bad place.
  - Like hell?
  The sorceress confirmed:
  "Even worse, to be well, you need to find a strong patron god, or better yet, several deities. In this case, the stronger your protection, the more comfortable your afterlife will be."
  - What if I'm an atheist? - Petka asked.
  - Then you will be in trouble, you will be deprived of support and patronage, and therefore, most likely, after a very painful showdown, you will become the lowest slave of some powerful spirit.
  - But will I continue to exist?
  "Considering how cruelly your brother is being punished, you'll dream of death. No, before it's too late, choose a god-or rather, a host of deities-and worship them with me. And I'll teach you magic."
  The young schoolboy in this dream nodded:
  - Sounds very tempting.
  "I prefer the protection of Jesus Christ. And although I'm an incorrigible sinner, I won't betray my teacher," Inga said with pathos.
  "And who is Jesus?" asked the shaman.
  "This is our God. God the Son is the second person of the Trinity in Orthodoxy," Petka replied.
  - So you have Three Gods?
  - No, just one.
  - God the Son? Jesus?
  "No, this is only one hypostasis of a single deity. The Triune God!" Inga said.
  "Of course, we have those too. But your God is far away from you, and if you die here, He won't be able to protect you."
  Inga took a stand! And yelled:
  The Bible says that Jesus created all things visible and invisible, earthly and heavenly, and holds them together by His power. This means that your world was also created and governed by Him.
  - No! - The witch shook her flaming mane. - In that case we would know him, but as it is, I'm hearing that name for the first time.
  - Or maybe you know him by another name. Do you even have faith in the Supreme Creator?
  "In other worlds, they believe that there is one, all-powerful being, but on our planet, that's not accepted. We believe that no one created the universe and that it is eternal."
  "That sounds logical. Eternal matter, over an infinite period of time, could have given rise to a limitless diversity of life forms. That's far more plausible than belief in a single creator. Moreover, such a superintelligence is difficult to imagine. Especially considering the question: where was God when time, matter, and space didn't exist?" Petka asked.
  "He occupied all that existed," Inga replied.
  "So, having begun to create, the Almighty diminished himself," the young schoolboy asked sarcastically.
  The girl was confused.
  - God cannot diminish.
  But being absolutely everything, and encompassing everything, He began to create and no longer occupies practically the space of all existence. And that means God has become smaller.
  Inga waved it off.
  "That's sophistry. Any statement can be reduced to absurdity this way. And when will these corridors finally end?"
  "The walls are also magical, and their extent is relative," the shaman said. "We can transport ourselves instantly, or we can enjoy the beauty. I wanted to show you the zoo, but I don't have many animals there yet, so maybe next time. And I really enjoyed your thoughts about God. I sometimes thought about this myself, in particular about the afterlife. We have necromancers, for example; they can summon spirits and make them tell us a lot. I've used this myself, for example. And yet, their information is contradictory. But most of them miss their bodies and want to return to the flesh. That's how much pleasure the body can provide." The witch glanced playfully at the young and handsome Petka.
  A spark of passion lit up her eyes. "No, it's unbearable."
  - Who needs me with all my teeth?
  - Okay, enough admiring the beauty, have you ever seen anything like this?
  Petka looked around again, looking at the statue of naked heroes and excitingly erotic women covered in gold.
  - Yes, it is rich, impressive.
  "Then let's follow you into the hall." Miloslava made an impatient gesture.
  The hall was enormous, big enough to accommodate a dozen towers. A luxurious table was arranged in a spiral pattern and had a crown-shaped dais.
  - I copied this from the Magician King, his is really much bigger, but I didn"t have enough strength.
  "That's not bad either." Inga noted the absence of servants. "And what are we going to carry ourselves?"
  - That's my concern now. For now, stay upstairs, I need to prepare the potion.
  Miloslava waved her claws and disappeared.
  "Miracles in a sieve," said Petka. "Instant teleportation."
  "It seems we've encountered a serious sorcerer. I never thought I'd find myself in a real fairy tale."
  - Or maybe we are sleeping and dreaming.
  - It doesn't happen like that with two people at once.
  - We can find out when we wake up, but now pinch yourself.
    
  Aggressive Inga replied with a sigh:
  - I've experienced enough pain to know that this is reality, and so have you.
  "I once dreamed that I was having a tooth pulled, and the pain was real," Petka said.
  "That's because you're a coward. Apparently you were so afraid of the drill that it was your fear that made you see horrors."
  - I'm not afraid of pain. If I were, I wouldn't have gone to Tech One Do.
  - There is such a phenomenon when a person is afraid of one thing.
  Her words were interrupted by music and beautiful translucent dancers flew through the air.
  - And what is this? - said barefoot Inga.
  A small animal resembling a hamster with five eyes and a peacock tail appeared in front of her.
  "I'm Shchekotka, a grunn from the world of Falla. Servant of the great Miloslava. She asked me to entertain you; guests from another world shouldn't be bored. Here, enjoy the dancing."
  - And you can arrange a spectacle of a gladiator fight with animals.
  - Of course! True, they will be phantoms and you won't smell the blood.
  - Nothing, let's take it as a movie.
  Tickle waved his paws, and a whole cohort of warriors appeared before them. They formed a semicircle, bristling with spears. At that moment, a roar was heard; it seemed as if a thousand elephants were being slaughtered. Strange beasts leaped into the arena, resembling a cross between a crocodile, the bodies of tigers, and the paws of ten grasshoppers. The saws on their feet were so sharp they seemed capable of cutting through metal. They rushed at the cohort with full speed. The warriors met them with spear strikes, their muscular bodies springing into motion.
  - Now that's what I call cinema.
  The hamster seemed to have a knack for spectacle; he constantly changed the angle of the battle, showing warriors and beasts in close-up. You could see spears breaking, or, conversely, the monsters impaled with them squealing and bleeding. And often, the opposite happened: the fighter was trampled, gnawed by predatory jaws, and his flesh torn. The attack on the flanks was repelled, but the beasts broke through in the center.
  "So, it's clear that the fight is unpredictable," Petka concluded.
  "It's just a magical fake, it's better to watch a real blockbuster," Inga declared. "Look, for example, at 'Mega Gladiator.' Wow, look at this miracle!"
  A creature with six squirrel heads and a body resembling two plates placed together ran onto the stage.
  - It's a mutant UFO. Little green men are about to jump out.
  The monster crashed with all its might into the seemingly invincible ranks; by this time, having closed the ranks, the warriors had slain almost all the tiger-crocodiles.
  Suddenly, a fin emerged from the side, and a razor-sharp blade struck the shell. A screeching sound, like the sound of a gigantic chainsaw, was heard, and chunks of flesh flew in all directions.
  - So, does this beast really exist among you or is it just a fantasy?
  "This is from the world of Zweig, fat-bellied," said the "hamster." The cohort's fighters twitched, swinging their weapons and swords, trying to knock off the squirrel heads. They were having very little success, although they hit, but the heads were as elastic as balls and bounced from the blows. And the blade mowed down the fighters. Finally, the phantoms wavered and, stumbling, began to scatter, as it seemed the entire floor was covered in blood.
  - Do they feel fear? - Petka was surprised.
  - No, not exactly like that, it just looks much more plausible.
  "What if I fight her myself?" the young vampire suggested.
  - Your sword will pass through it like air. It is not a material thing.
  - So you make it material?
  "I can't, only the mistress can do that. I just create colorful illusions, nothing more." The "Hamster" extended his fingers, snapped them, and the seemingly perfectly natural blood that had spilled disappeared.
  "Maybe you prefer white dancers; I can do that too. Just look." Tickler snapped his fingers, and a white beauty appeared before them, a huge woman ten meters tall. Not bad looking, but overly muscled, like a weightlifter.
  "Now that's a typical Russian woman," said Petka. "She's the kind who could stop a galloping horse and enter a burning hut."
  - Well, if you want one in the flesh, ask the lady, she will do it in a moment, for a short time.
  "What do I need such a huge thing for? I prefer Aza." Petka waved it off.
  "Or maybe you want lots of girls, and thinner ones," suggested Tickling.
  - Well, you forgot about me! - Azalea jumped up and, nimbly jumping, skipped across the tables. - Maybe I want a guy. And as for the women, let the young men dance.
  - Then there will be both.
  Several dozen couples appeared, their skin tones varied, from snow-white to black as ebony. Among them, green, orange, blue, yellow, and even striped and speckled couples danced. It was clear they were in high spirits, jumping wildly. Then they shed their already-light clothing, and their movements took on a mysterious, erotic quality. It was beautiful, and the young man and woman, aroused, began to move closer. Then Inga placed her legs on Dmitry's lap, and he began to caress her. The young woman and man began kissing and caressing their firm, muscular bodies. Their hearts pounded, and a powerful heat welled up in their lower abdomens. And when their lips met and their tongues intertwined, they floated on a raging ocean of love. It seemed as if they were intoxicated, their flesh trembling, and a thousand orchestras playing in their ears. Azalea felt as if wings had grown from behind her, and she and her beloved were soaring above the clouds.
  Starry sky - azure dawn
  The sun's rays play on the strings!
  How I love you - you give me light
  The anthem of freedom sings in the hearts of the young!
  Inga sang, ecstatic, the heat flaring, and she slowly began to undress. Petka realized this and began to undress as well. Their bare skin touched, and it generated such sublime feelings that they actually lifted themselves off the floor. Their lips kissed her aroused nipples.
  "Well, well!" a melodic voice, full of a thousand thunders as it seemed to them, interrupted their idyll. "Love is wonderful, don't stop."
  "No, we can't do that. It's a very intimate feeling, and making love in front of witnesses is immoral."
  - But I would enjoy it. It's nice when the guy you like enjoys it with another woman.
  - And you're not jealous? - Petka was surprised.
  "Jealousy stems from weakness. A woman without strength fears losing a man. I, on the other hand, am not only a powerful sorcerer, but also incredibly sexy. I've been with hundreds of men, and with each of them I experienced a unique pleasure. Love always energized me, and when I parted with them, there was no pain or regret."
  - And you didn"t turn them into stones? - Petka said half-jokingly.
  - Perhaps in precious ones. Okay, boy, you're still so young, almost a child, you need a special approach. Smile, please.
  Petka stretched his lips.
  "Scars make a man look good, but missing teeth ruin him. Close your eyes, and I'll spray you with this, and there won't be a bruise or a scratch left."
  The young schoolboy closed his eyes. A warm, perhaps even delicate, solution washed over him, smelling of a mixture of jasmine, lavender, and something else unique to the human tongue.
  - Now you can open it.
  Petka reflexively felt his teeth.
  - They're all intact! - Do you have a mirror?
  "Look," the witch said. A mirror the size of a man appeared before him.
  - Magnificent! They even shine too brightly.
  - Now they have become ten times stronger, and if they are knocked out of you, they will grow back on their own.
  - Great! Otherwise, whenever we fought, I was always worried about my jaw.
  "Well, now, my boy, let's have lunch, rest, and then head off to the tournament. I can't wait to try on the divine crown."
  It was a veritable feast. The musical instruments played themselves, and food and trays flowed from the kitchen. There was an innumerable amount of it. The children hadn't seen such a variety of game, vegetables, and fruits, even in fairy tales. It was all impressive, a delight. The taste of all the dishes was also exquisite; the list alone would fill an entire volume. Nevertheless, even though Petka and Inga chewed and gobbled down enough food to feed a regiment, hunger never left them, and their stomachs remained empty.
  "Food is magical too!" Miloslava explained. "You can't overeat it."
  - Then what's the point of eating it? We'll never get full.
  - Okay, if you're tired, you'll immediately feel completely satisfied.
  - Better give me something natural. A piglet. - suggested Merlin.
  - Well, let's try. I have some in reserve.
  Four savages appeared, carrying an eight-legged spotted antelope.
  - That's a different matter, maybe we'll have a snack of fresh meat.
  - To be honest, I was thinking about becoming a vegetarian.
  - What nonsense, Inga. - Petka took the golden forks and knife in his hands and began to cut pieces.
  CHAPTER No 3.
  While Petka spent his last night on the general level, life continued to flow. Including in Paradise. Alexander Danelchuk finally crossed over from the privileged level of Hell-Purgatory, to the place conventionally called Ra----y, or Eden, or Jannam. In reality, it's an entire universe. One that is also technologically developing and becoming ever more sophisticated. And it's inhabited not only by humans, but also by representatives of other worlds.
  It really is true communism - practically everything is free. Work whether you want to or not!
  And a colossal entertainment industry and complete freedom. Even on the privileged level of Hell, you have to maintain a daily routine, say your prayers, spend a couple of hours of occupational therapy, though not every hour, and two hours of study. And then there's entertainment and limited excursions around Heaven. Now you're completely free and can do whatever you want.
  Sashka hadn't yet managed to change bodies. He looked like a fourteen-year-old teenager. And he was racing along on the gravity board with great pleasure. And the speed of the young former prisoner of Hell was colossal.
  Sashka spun and looped the loop on the gravity board. And it must be said, it was quite safe. In this case, I liked it. And all around was such a wonderful metropolis, with its colorful palace-like buildings. You could even say it was truly heavenly, a place of fabulous beauty. Although, can you really call it a place of the entire universe? When you couldn't fly around all the planets in a million years, and how long would it take to circle even one planet? Meanwhile, Paradise continues to expand, growing technologically, and more and more dead people from various worlds appear in it, receiving young, fresh bodies. Moreover, Paradise is almost always preceded by a sojourn in Hell-Purgatory. Because those who lived in other worlds must raise their intellectual and moral standards, so that they can then live forever in an ever-expanding universe of endless happiness.
  In Paradise, you can choose any body for your soul. You can be anyone: a man, a woman, an elf, a troll, or even a dragon.
  But for now, Alexander Danelchuk was perfectly content with the body of a fourteen-year-old boy. At eight, as a child, he drowned in a river, and didn't have time to sin. So he ended up not on the general level like most adults, but on the children's, privileged level of Hell-Purgatory. And this, of course, is wonderful in its own way. It's like a children's sanatorium, where she starts out as an eight-year-old boy with other children, then grows into a teenager of about fourteen, and remains that way until she reaches Heaven.
  Children typically spend fifty years in the preferential category. But that's if their behavior is impeccable. But Sasha Danelchuk wasn't exactly perfect, and he wasn't exactly a good boy. So he spent about eighty years in the preferential category. But by the standards of eternity, that's not much.
  And now he's in Heaven, enjoying his freedom. For example, he doesn't have to sleep on a schedule like in Hell/Purgatory. And the boy, a former inmate of a juvenile correctional facility with a preferential regime, is having fun.
  And the entertainment options here are countless. You name it. Fantasy, quests, and adventures beyond belief.
  First, Sasha fired at the flying saucers with his blaster. And that's not so easy. They move along a jagged trajectory and bounce from side to side.
  Then the boy, with his bare toes, aggressively threw pulsars. Which caused the dragon to explode. And as the monster exploded, coins rained down, not just gold and silver, but also a great many other metals, which to say they sparkled with every color of the rainbow would be an understatement. And there was everything... Well, first the boy took down one dragon, then another. Only when the twelve-headed monster exploded did chocolates, various candies, lollipops, bars, and other tasty treats rain down. Including marmalade in the shape of both wondrous butterflies sparkling like gold leaf and naked girls. And it must be said that there are all kinds of girls in paradise. And not just of the human race. But all beautiful and seductive, even if their shapes and features seem too original and exotic.
  The boy took the marmalade into his mouth, sucked on it, and sang with delight:
  The King of Marmalade,
  From the sword to the parade...
  A huge reward,
  The devil must be finished off!
  And Sashka laughed. Yes, in Heaven there aren't such strict prohibitions as in Hell. Moreover, you can have fun, and even minor pranks are permissible. Really, why put chains around people's necks? And pray only if you want to. Those are the rules.
  The boy did a somersault, spinning ten times. And it was so cool, it was like being on a Ferris wheel.
  The young, newly-minted righteous man, whose childhood was still playing in his head, sang:
  The distant sky, there will be porridge in the brain,
  Sasha, the boy, found himself in heaven!
  He wants to fight the heavenly dragon,
  Let children's games become the law here!
  And Sashka was having fun. And he plopped down into the Fanta, fully clothed. True, the boy was only wearing a T-shirt and shorts. Indeed, both Heaven and Hell are very warm, with eternal summer and constant sunshine. As the Bible promised-eternal day in the afterlife. And there's freedom in Heaven.
  The boy threw a grenade, barefoot, and the large King Tiger tank flipped over. Its tracks scattered and turned into a pretzel filled with honey, chocolate, condensed milk, and a whole host of other exotic things.
  Sashka sang with enthusiasm:
  All people on the big planet,
  We should always be friends...
  Children should always laugh,
  And live in a peaceful world,
  Children should laugh,
  Children should laugh,
  And live in peace!
  And the boy spun around and said:
  - May you be cursed, dragon-president, and the bald-headed Fuhrer who followed the path of Cain!
  And the boy who had gone to Heaven stuck out his tongue. And then shook his fist. Indeed, the bald Führer had done a great deal of harm, and had even surpassed the Führer with the mustache and bangs in vileness. And the bare feet of the teenage boy, a very handsome one with light, slightly golden hair, struck the bronze bell. Which caused a roar!
  The righteous boy (if he is in Paradise, he can already be called righteous!) laughed and began to sing with fervor.
  I am a young super karate warrior,
  I love to get even with my evil enemies...
  Even if a mad sadist attacks,
  We boys have always known how to fight!
  
  For boys, believe me, there are no barriers,
  When the shaggy horde advances...
  The boy will aim his machine gun boldly,
  And the fighter shoots accurately at evil enemies!
  
  The boy has a sharp knife,
  It will cut through any armor you can think of...
  Svarog is truly like a Father to him,
  He'll send a really hot girl!
  
  The child is a warrior from the nursery,
  When frost rushes into attack barefoot...
  You smash the enemy in rage,
  Beauties, boy, untangle your braids!
  
  Fight the enemy using a slingshot,
  The anti-charge hit me really hard...
  The boy is invincible in battle,
  The orc armada was simply cut to pieces!
  
  When a boy fights, it's cool,
  He chops with a sword, shoots with a blaster...
  Adidas brand sneakers,
  He tries it on for the rescued girl!
  
  Well, if the orc attacks again,
  Then the young warrior will kick him with his heel...
  The victories will open an endless account,
  Showing furious boundaries!
  
  I am Petka, a strong pioneer boy,
  Not a Leninist - of the space age...
  I'm setting a great example for everyone,
  I crush my enemies, they are essentially fleas!
  
  Here comes an orc riding on a tank,
  I'll give him an antiparticle from my horns...
  And the body was tarred with hyperplasm,
  Tem showed the winning page!
  
  Well, what if there is an evil troll in battle,
  His boy will give him a very warm welcome...
  There is a fierce fire in the child's eyes,
  Such destructive children!
  
  And the plane, and that's nothing,
  We'll knock him down, consider it one blow...
  In the boy's hands is a strong oar,
  And the orc, perhaps, breathes fumes!
  
  That's how I chopped him with my sword,
  He really cut off the enemy's head...
  We don't care about any problems at all,
  A fearless soldier can do anything!
  
  Here is a boy attacking evil orcs,
  He drove the mill with sickles and swords...
  From the child's bare feet in the snow,
  Even the sparks began to sparkle brightly!
  
  And an endless horde of orcs,
  I really got carried away by this abuse...
  Even though the boy doesn't have a beard,
  This youth conquers everything in the storm!
  
  The boy blew, his cheeks filled up,
  And a hurricane came out of the warriors" mouths...
  What did the proud boys fight for?
  It turns out orcs are nasty!
  
  The karate kid waved his swords,
  Like cabbage heads the orcs' heads rolled...
  This boy has a stroke, consider it
  And the young man's conversation is short!
  
  The boy kicked me in the eye with his bare heel,
  So that the orc in the wild battle becomes empty...
  And if it hits you with a bow, it"s a diamond,
  He doesn't feel sad at all when he crushes his enemies!
  
  And fight for our Motherland...
  So that the Fatherland may flourish,
  Soar into the sky like a mighty eagle,
  For whom the universe is not even enough!
  
  Boy, you are really a young lion,
  That deafens the Earth with its roar...
  People's dreams will not have problems,
  Let even Cain climb out of hell!
  
  He who has mighty power,
  He who fights with an army without knowing the score...
  We will receive, I believe, a holy calculation,
  And the Sun is blazing over the Fatherland!
  
  When the orc boy wins,
  And he will chop the goblins into cabbage...
  Will show his monolith of friendship,
  And the trolls and vampires will be empty!
  
  Then we will build a paradise in the universe,
  In which we will be young as elves...
  Boy, dare to do this bravely,
  Fight the enemy, and don't be afraid, boy!
  
  Then the brave crown awaits you,
  You will be an unprecedented emperor...
  An open and endless account of victories,
  In the name of bright and boundless glory!
  So sang Sashka Danelchuk. After which the boy jumped higher and even began to gain altitude. It would be nice to see the palace-like buildings of this heavenly metropolis from a bird's eye view. And here are such wondrous buildings and magnificent structures. Just look - it's a real fairy tale come true.
  Some buildings resemble flower buds stacked on top of each other. Moreover, these buds have completely different petals, each with a distinct, beautiful and original pattern. Imagine seven asters stacked on top of each other, but all of different colors-a wondrous combination. And then there are the buildings, which have strict geometric shapes. And they show movies on their walls. Which, let's just say, is wonderful.
  And moving, colorful pictures are visible in the air.
  Sashka laughs and spins again. A sword appears in the boy's hands. And he flies off to battle the mighty, thirteen-headed dragon. And the young warrior ducks away from the searing pulsars the monster releases.
  A boy in shorts spins around, his bare toes firing pulsars at the enemy. They blaze and hit the monster. The brute takes the blows and is jolted awake like a light bulb on a Christmas tree.
  Sashka laughs, and his swords lengthen. One sword glows blue, the other green.
  And there they are, slashing and chopping off the dragon's heads. When the monster's head separates from its body, it crumbles into chocolate bars with brightly colored wrappers. Moreover, these wrappers feature cartoon characters. And so the funny creatures begin squabbling with each other.
  Here's a duck like Duck, squeaking:
  - I'm the coolest and most aggressive!
  In response, Zigzag Mokryak roars:
  - No, I am a great sailor and pilot!
  And then the tiger jumps up and exclaims:
  - There is no one cooler than me!
  But the bear in the police uniform does not agree and also roars:
  - No, I'm the healthiest and the scariest!
  Sashka Danelchuk laughs and says:
  - For me you are all equal, all handsome and smart!
  After which the boy burst out laughing. Indeed, it's natural to be in high spirits in Paradise. After all, life there is eternal pleasure. And Paradise will last forever. And what's more, with each year and each century, it will become better and better, and larger in size.
  Those who believed God to be a cruel and bloody tyrant were mistaken. In fact, God is Love. And in its absolute form, preserving people's complete freedom in Heaven. In Hell, sinners are confined, like juveniles in a juvenile correctional facility. But even there, they are surrounded by the perfect, beautiful bodies of fourteen-year-olds who know no disease. So the Almighty God truly is merciful and compassionate. And not at all what Protestants, Catholics, some Orthodox Christians, and writers like Yuri Petukhov imagine about Hell.
  Sashka continued his fun and splashed into a pool of Coca-Cola, remembering a very good song by the great writer and poet Oleg Rybachenko. And the song is truly outstanding.
  Sashka Danelchuk sang it with enthusiasm:
  Creator of the Universe, you are cruel,
  So spoke the lips of millions!
  And even from horror my temple turned so gray -
  When there are countless problems - legions!
  
  When old age comes, evil death,
  When there is a war, a tornado - the earth shakes!
  When you just want to die,
  Because there is no heat under the world of the Sun!
  
  When a child cries, there is a sea of tears,
  When there are whole bouquets of diseases!
  One question - why did Christ suffer?
  And why do only comets laugh?
  
  What happened in this world because of what -
  Are we starving, freezing and suffering?
  And why does shit crawl to the top?
  But why does Cain succeed?!
  
  Why do we need the fading of old women,
  Why do weeds cover the gardens?
  And why do they delight our ears -
  A round dance of nothing but promises?!
  
  The Lord answered, also grieving,
  As if not knowing a better fate...
  O man of My love - child...
  The one I wanted to settle in paradise!
  
  But you don"t know - the child is stupid,
  There is only one small thought in you!
  That the light of grace has dimmed,
  So that you don"t sleep like a bear in winter!
  
  After all, in order to stir you people up,
  I send you trials of sorrow!
  So that the game will be fat for dinner,
  It takes courage, cunning and effort!
  
  Well, you would be like Adam in that paradise,
  Walked aimlessly, staggering like a ghost!
  But you learned the word - I love,
  Communicating with the unclean spirit Satan!
  
  You understand, there is a struggle in this world,
  And at the same time, success and respect!
  Therefore, the harsh fate of people,
  And one must endure, alas, suffering!
  
  But when you achieved your goal,
  Managed to break barriers and shackles...
  May your dreams come true,
  Then you want new battles!
  
  Therefore, understand, sir man,
  After all, sometimes even I feel so offended!
  That, living in bliss for a whole century -
  People are like pigs and I'm ashamed of them!
  
  That is why there is a new light in the struggle -
  The battles will last into boundless eternity...
  But you will find consolation in prayer,
  God will always embrace the unfortunate tenderly!
  And Sashka Danelchuk laughed. A very beautiful girl flew past him. Her copper-red hair fluttered like a proletarian banner carried into battle. She was wearing only a bikini, her bare, tanned legs flashing. She smiled at the boy, splashed into a wave of Coca-Cola, and chirped:
  - Boy, do you want sincere and pure love?
  Slavka asked with a smile:
  - Are you a biorobot or a living person?
  The girl answered with a smile:
  "I'm an elf, but in a human body. It would be interesting to feel the difference!"
  The boy nodded with a smile and noted:
  "I haven't changed my body yet after Hell-Purgatory. It's trivial. It's so nice here, no need to go to bed on a schedule, instead, sleep when you want, play when you want, pray when you want, or don't pray at all-it's not life, it's grace!"
  The girl nodded and noted:
  - True! After Hell, you get complete freedom in Heaven, where work is just another form of entertainment. By the way, you can write poetry.
  Sashka shrugged and replied:
  - Not really, but I can sing a song by another poet. Specifically, Oleg Rybachenko!
  The elf girl nodded her head, which was like an Olympic torch:
  - Yes! I know, Oleg Rybachenko is the greatest writer and poet of all time! He was the one who saved planet Earth from the bald Fuhrer, or whatever they call him: Vovka-Cain! So I'd love to hear some poetry. By the way, planet Earth is populated by people who are very quickly moving forward. So sing!
  Sasha Danelchuk took it and sang with great enthusiasm:
  I remember as if it were now, the radiantly bright face,
  The look pierced my heart with the tip of a dagger!
  I was burning in the streams of fiery wind,
  You simply remained silent in response!
  Chorus.
  Your voice is so beautiful and pure,
  I believe in the endless waterfall of your caresses!
  I don't need this hateful life without you,
  And now the eternal ray will illuminate me!
    
  You are the goddess of endless love,
  An ocean full of wondrous light!
  Break the icy shackles with a joke,
  I won't see the dawn without you!
  
  Chorus.
  Your voice is so beautiful and pure,
  I believe in the endless waterfall of your caresses!
  I don't need this hateful life without you,
  And now the eternal ray will illuminate me!
    
  Your face shines like the sun in the sky,
  There are no more beautiful figures in the universe!
  The feeling of passion is like a hurricane,
  To be with you forever is happiness!
    
  The pain in my soul rages like a storm,
  And the fire in my chest burns mercilessly!
  I love you, you look back proudly,
  Ice breaks the heart into pieces!
    
  Between the lights in the boundless starry ocean,
  You and I soared in the sky like eagles!
  And your lips sparkle like rubies,
  They said something tenderly and passionately!
  CHAPTER No 4.
  If Pyotr Vasilyevich Davidenya moved from the general level of Hell-purgatory to a more comfortable, easier one, then for his brother Gennady Vasilyevich Davidenya, everything turned out exactly the opposite.
  Although Genka was younger than Petya, he managed to die earlier, at forty. And he died very painfully. Because he led an unrighteous life-drinking, smoking, getting rowdy when drunk, beating his mother, and nearly killing her-he was sent to the strict level of Hell, not the general level. However, given Genka's intense suffering as he died, and his sincere remorse, Petya's brother only spent twenty years on the strict level. He also lived in the body of a fourteen-year-old boy.
  Only at this level, the boys have their heads shaved, and they don't wear tracksuits, but rather striped prison uniforms, singing songs. And their shoes are so rough that it's better to just go barefoot. Well, there's a choice. At the more severe level, they go barefoot altogether and wear striped shorts.
  At the maximum security level, the food is worse, with simpler porridge and bread, like the prisoners on the ground. You have to work eight hours a day, with only one and a half days off a week-Sunday and every other Saturday. School is the same as at the general level-four hours a day. If the general level is like a juvenile correctional facility in a civilized country, with food like the cafeteria of a good pioneer camp, then the maximum security level is like a juvenile detention center from Stalin's time. And there's a difference.
  Although there are entertainment options there, albeit less than in the general level, and you can play computer games, albeit for a shorter time. And you can go on a date with a girl once a month-if you can find a partner online from a fellow inmate of hell. And there are fewer women in the strict level than men-they commit fewer crimes, which would warrant such a felony.
  So Genka suffered for twenty years. But then they transferred him to a general prison. There he interacted with his brother. He even made a girlfriend - a date once a week, and he could do whatever he wanted. The food wasn't prison food, it was completely normal - there were even melons, bananas, watermelons, and oranges. Just like in a civilized juvenile prison.
  And the shoes are more comfortable. Although most boys go barefoot-there are three suns in hell, and the climate is like the equator of planet Earth.
  And at a general level, there's such a thing as excursions to Heaven. They vary depending on behavior, but generally speaking, they're quite rare-once every six months. Most people go straight to the general level of Hell-purgatory after death, and that's a fact. And here, they generally live quite well-like in a juvenile correctional facility, only without the lawlessness, registrations, thugs, bosses, and various abuses. Perhaps there's also work-occupational therapy. But it's easier and cleaner than on the strict level. And that's certainly great.
  Gena could appreciate this.
  The boys were taken on a group excursion to Paradise. They weren't handcuffed. Before the trip, the boys took a warm shower with fragrant shampoo, brushed their teeth with sweet toothpaste, and, of course, knelt and prayed.
  In Hell-Purgatory, they pray a lot. On the light and privileged levels, they pray standing, and on these, on their knees.
  Genka knew his brother Petka had already been transferred to the private level. Where there's much more fun and less work, and you get to visit Paradise more often, and meet girls three times a week, and the food is better-and you have a choice. On the public level, the food is perfectly adequate, but like at a children's camp, you eat whatever they give you. And of course, no alcohol, no smoking.
  You can't smuggle cigarettes and drugs in-the she-devil guards are incorruptible. Incidentally, they're traditionally called she-devils; in reality, they're special angels of the penitentiary. And, of course, they use batons and stun guns. And the worse the sinner's level of Hell, the more punishment he gets. Conversely, the preferential level is practically a sanatorium, or more accurately, a satanorium, with two hours of classes five times a week and two hours of occupational therapy, two and a half days a week. And the hardened level has four hours of occupational therapy, three and a half days a week. That's how it works.
  It seems like Gena doesn't have much time left before he's transferred to the easier level. Life there is much more fun. A separate cell with a bathroom, a TV, and a computer with access to the Internet. Here, the boys share a common room, either in groups of three or four. True, they're in teenage bodies, and no one snores, stinks, or farts, so it's fine, and even three or four boys in a cell are more fun.
  Well, what about my brother, he's living in such comfortable conditions, so we can be happy for him too.
  And a trip to Paradise lifts the spirits. It's a whole universe with different worlds, and there's so much to see there-awesome!
  Genka, of course, was glad for the entertainment. In the real Hell-Purgatory, for example, smoking is prohibited, and you can't buy she-devils, and they won't let you bring cigarettes. And they carry out searches just like in a real prison, and they strip and grope the young prisoners. Although, at a more relaxed level, they already use contactless scanners. The juvenile prison there is very civilized. And here, sinners are expected to feel their sin and be like cattle. That is, they endure humiliation. There is a system in this, too. And they pray on their knees.
  Before the excursion to Paradise, there was also a prayer.
  The boys knelt and prayed to the Virgin Mary and Jesus Christ before leaving. Some prayed barefoot, some in shoes, but before their visit to Paradise, they were given smart suits and nice, new sneakers. So they wouldn't look like homeless people. Although even in Paradise, especially those in the bodies of teenagers, often go shoeless. It's more comfortable, after all, since most planets in Paradise have eternal summer, but there are also worlds where the seasons change. And that's interesting, too.
  After prayer, the children were led to a special null-transition portal. The child prisoners marched. They resembled soldiers, only in brightly colored clothing. However, in the heat, barefoot and shorts would have been preferable. They were accompanied by uniformed she-devil guards. And young in body but already seasoned in soul, the sinners passed into another dimension.
  First, they found themselves at the reception area. Its surface was made of faceted diamonds. Tourist visits here are limited in time, and usually under supervision. But sometimes young sinners are released and given relative freedom. This is what seduced Genka.
  The child prisoners were led into the city itself through the central gates and they rushed along the moving asphalt.
  The sinful boys smiled broadly from the sheer number of impressions. What a truly wonderful city surrounded them. The houses resembled enormous palaces, and of very ornate and vibrant shapes. The inhabitants of Paradise were also flying around at the same time. Among them were many children-real children, in fact. Those who have read the Bible carefully probably remember what it says: they shall not bear children on the mountain. That is, in Paradise, one can have children.
  But in Hell, sinners don't reproduce. They're still teenagers there, and girls don't get pregnant. But in Heaven, there's a choice of bodies, and you can be anyone. Many like to remain teenagers, prancing around and having fun in nothing but shorts, bare feet, and a bare, muscular torso. And others become adults and start families. Some can become an elf, a troll, or some other race. There are many possibilities. And there are still few otherworlders in this city. So as to avoid conflicts with the inhabitants of Hell-Purgatory.
  In Paradise, there is complete freedom, limited only by the level at which the freedom of another inhabitant of Paradise is violated. And this provides certain advantages in God's universe. And Paradise has a rich entertainment industry.
  In ancient times, extremely primitive ideas about God developed. They said the Almighty required only mindless obedience. A movement called Abrahamism even emerged, modeled on Abraham, who, at God's command, was required to sacrifice his child Isaac. And Abraham's obedience to God was considered a merit. That is, unquestioning obedience.
  But in the twenty-first century, people have already begun to doubt that the Supreme Intelligence is truly such a dictator and despot. And indeed, Heaven allows for the greatest possible freedom, as far as possible, to prevent a descent into criminal chaos.
  So it's no surprise that in Paradise there are shops where you can buy the most expensive and luxurious wines, cognacs, brandies, liqueurs, beer, and the like for free. And of course, food of all kinds is free. And there's such a variety here.
  But for now, they admired the metropolis of Paradise. It was so luxurious. Compared to the palaces in the kingdom of God, even the Hermitage or Versailles looked like a shack.
  Several children flew up to the sinful boys. The girl asked them:
  - And they don"t torture you?
  The child prisoners answered in chorus:
  - No, they're not! They're educating us and raising our cultural level!
  And in response, there are giggles. The children in paradise stick out their tongues. And then they hand the young prisoners candy and ice cream.
  Genka really dreams of something else: a drink. And he really wants it. To achieve a change in consciousness.
  And the she-devils provided such a chance. Perhaps even deliberately, to create temptation. Like when God placed the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, with the forbidden fruit, in the very center of the Garden of Eden.
  And so here, the child prisoners were brought to a supermarket with a free selection of various treats. Afterwards, the she-devil guards disappeared. And the young sinners were granted freedom.
  Of course, the supermarket had a vast selection of products. It was as huge as Mount Everest. And it had everything. Including juices from various planets and worlds of Paradise. Smoothies, protein drinks, and literally an innumerable variety of everything. And fruits that don't exist on planet Earth. And confectionery of all kinds. And a general wealth.
  Well, and the section where there is alcohol is understood.
  At the general level of Hell-Purgatory, any alcohol, tobacco, and especially drugs are strictly prohibited. Only at the light level is it permissible to try light beer if one so desires. The food is also more varied and better. Although at the general level, sinners are already well-fed. But everyone knows the ban on alcohol, that's for sure.
  The rest of the boys preferred to eat cakes more or less decorously, drink juices and other wonderful drinks, and generally have a sweet table.
  And Genka reached for the liquor section. The other prison boys tried to warn Davidenya, but it was no use. Genka's first move was to a bottle of Napoleon cognac with a portrait of the emperor in a cocked hat. Unable to open the cork with his hands, Genka resorted to using his teeth. And his strong jaw managed to remove the cork.
  And then the intoxicating smell of alcohol hit his nose. And Genka began greedily swallowing the cognac, choking and gagging. The alcoholic drink was sweet and pleasant to the taste, and it burned his throat. And in the head of the sinner, who in his past life had been a hardened alcoholic, joyful stallions began to leap.
  And Genka burst into loud laughter. That was great and fun. And so good.
  Without finishing his cognac, Genka rushed to the bottle and the very expensive, ruby-colored wine. He uncorked it with his teeth and began pouring it down his throat again. The wine tasted natural and very sweet, pleasant. But it wasn't strong enough, and Genka tossed it onto the floor. Then he reached for the Victoria cognac with a crown and downed it.
  The prisoner boy was getting drunk right before our eyes. And then he downed some champagne. There was plenty of it. Then he drank some Empire brandy. After which he tried some Bavarian beer. Luckily, it was hot in Paradise, and he was still fully clothed, and Genka was sweating, and he kept drinking and drinking. For example, why not try some Nicholas II cognac? There was nothing like it on earth. And what about Rasputin and Gorbachev vodka? Both. And how could he resist some liqueur? And Kozel beer. And who could resist whiskey? And the famous drink Gin? If he could fit in.
  Genka lost his mind, got drunk, wet himself, started burping, and even started breaking bottles.
  Then the she-devils showed up and grabbed the young alcoholic by the arms. And they hit him with a stun gun. And Genka passed out...
  He woke up in court. Wearing only his swimming trunks and shackled behind his back, he listened to his sentence. More precisely, he was asked:
  - Does he want a full trial or does he repent and admit his guilt?
  Genka, realizing that a full-fledged trial would give him much more punishment, roared:
  - I admit it! I repent and ask for forgiveness!
  A thunderous voice announced:
  Gennady Vasilyevich Davidenya is sentenced to twenty-five years in the strict confinement of Hell for drunkenness and disorderly conduct in Paradise. His previously served prison term is also annulled! However, the Most Merciful and Compassionate Almighty may mitigate his sentence if He deems necessary!
  Afterwards, Genka was taken to the worst level. Instead of civilian clothes, he was given a striped uniform. Also, at the maximum level, his hair was shaved completely. The bed was harder, along with the bunks, and the work schedule wasn't six hours four and a half days a week, but eight hours five and a half days a week. The food was simpler, too. Although it was generally sufficient, the child prisoners didn't appear emaciated.
  Genka was first taken to the search room. This wasn't done to find anything. After all, there are hyperscanners that scan every molecule. No, they primarily wanted to humiliate him. So the she-devils in thin rubber gloves groped his entire body and delved into his private parts. To show him that he was a prisoner and a lowlife. And a nobody. And it was humiliating, even a little painful, especially when a finger in the she-devil's glove penetrated deep into his butt.
  Then they started measuring Genka, weighing him, and photographing him from profile, full-face, sideways, and from behind. This happened when he was admitted to the strict level immediately after his soul left his body. That is, disembodiment occurred. And now he's gone and ended up in the same level he started at. And this is a form of moral suppression. To make you feel like this is a real prison.
  And of course, they take fingerprints from the teenager, from his hands and feet. And they even imprint the bare soles. At the maximum security level, the boots are very rough, and it's better to go barefoot. And young prisoners prefer to show off their bare heels, which is much better than the stocks.
  Well, they took fingerprints from the buttocks, ears and lips.
  Well, and then he answered and went to wash himself in the shower...
  There are entertainment options at the strict level, too, but they're much more limited than at the general level and take up less time. It's actually worse here. Only the same four hours of schoolwork.
  Genka sighed heavily, but he had no luck. And his head still ached from the hangover. That moment of pleasure was worth it.
  After his shower, they took him to the barbershop. There, a young man, a parka-boy and a convict, cut his hair. His head, too, was shaved bald. He was thin, tanned, and sinewy. He carefully shaved Genka's hair and asked:
  - And what's it like in general?
  Genka answered with a sigh:
  - It's normal, we can live!
  The boy prisoner noticed:-
  - I still have three years left and if I don"t make any mistakes, I"ll move on to the general level!-
  Genka answered with a sigh:
  - Lucky man!-
  The boy prisoner answered with a sigh:
  - Not really! I was a criminal in my past life, after all, and I also did time in juvenile detention. There's a lot of similarities here, except there's almost no lawlessness, and the guards are unbribable. There's a lot more order in Hell. I may have been a criminal, but I wasn't particularly strong or tough, and I'm certainly better off in this prison than in the one in my past life!
  Genka asked:
  - Is it good to be forever young?
  The boy-prisoner answered confidently:
  "Yes, better than being an old man. Although I certainly died young. And that's for the best; otherwise, maybe I would have reached the level of hard labor. But fifty years in a maximum-security prison is still a lenient sentence. It could have been worse."
  Genka noted:
  - It turns out I died before you! It's a shame to die at forty!
  The boy convict nodded:
  - It's a shame! But when we give up the ghost, we don't die forever! And this is good in its own way. I remember in a previous life, already at thirty, I had a whole bunch of ailments. And here I am, an eternally young and eternally barefoot boy. And no illnesses!
  Genka answered with a sigh:
  - Yes, I also died very painfully in my past life. It would have been better if they had stabbed me!
  The devil warden shouted:
  - Enough, you little brat! Get out, Genka! You wanted a mind-altering experience, and you got it!
  Genka, his head shaved, set off with his hands behind his back. Now they're leading him into the shower again. Yes, everything in Hell is clean and tidy, and there's no stench anywhere. It's a good juvenile detention center. But his brother is already on the easy level, and he's much better off there than Genka.
  The imprisoned boy is once again under the streams of heated water. The she-devil looks at him with a leering gaze. Yes, the teenager is handsome, in a youthful and perfect body. How wise God was when, by His grace, He endowed the souls of sinners with youthful and healthy bodies. But the soul is the same.
  And Genka wanted a drink. And instead of just trying a little, he had to get drunk like a pig. And that's a shame.
  And there's a boy there, not bad, cute, muscular, well-built, but in Hell-purgatory all the boys are cute.
  After the wash, Genka was given a towel to dry off, and the devil reached her fingers into the boy's mouth, checking something out. Well, that's kind of cool, isn't it?
  After that, Genka was led further. Usually, at the strict level, striped uniforms are required. But the boys generally prefer to work bare-chested, in striped shorts and barefoot, which is much more comfortable and pleasant.
  The boy prisoner is handcuffed, and his bare feet are shackled. However, if you behave well, even on the upper, reinforced level, the shackles are removed.
  But Genka was demonstratively tricked. Genka walked and thought. Indeed, there are insatiable people. While Hitler, with his thirst for conquering living space, can still be understood, Germany really is a small country. And the Germans are cramped there. And then Vladimir Putin went West? Doesn't Russia have enough land? It's the largest country in the world. And why does it need new territory? That was stupid. You have to know when to stop. Bismarck, the Iron Chancellor, managed to stop in time and went down in history as the great unifier of German lands. And Bismarck is definitely held up as an example. But Hitler didn't manage to stop in time. And yet there was a chance to resolve the matter with minimal bloodshed back in March of 1940.
  And there was no need to attack the USSR.
  It's true that Gena Davidenya read "The Icebreaker" by Suvorov-Rezun in a previous life. It proves that Stalin wanted to attack the Third Reich first, but Hitler forestalled him.
  Walking barefoot across the coarse, warm gravel, the young prisoner tried to suppress his anxiety. Well, in Hell, where the maximum-security regime is in place, young prisoners are supervised and there's no registration, and if one of the sinful inmates hits you, the she-devils will hit him back. As for being a rooster or a lowlife, well, that's out of the question.
  But you're still nervous. Hell is big and the barracks are unfamiliar. Instead of comfortable cells with a bathroom and a big-screen color TV, you have to climb into a prison barracks. It's good there's no toilet-there are facalianihilators in all of Hell-Purgatory. The boys are washed often and they don't stink or snore. But still, when there are many people in a room, it's not so comfortable, even though here they are all attractive, muscular teenagers. Outwardly, they seem quite docile and cultured. Hell-Purgatory is like a model correctional facility. But conditions vary. And Genka made them worse for himself.
  And for twenty-five years, you'll have to go around with your head shaved, work more, and have less fun. The worst thing is the hardest level, where there are no days off at all. You're either working, studying, praying, or sleeping all the time. But the hardest level is for the biggest villains and conquerors. Not even all maniacs and serial killers end up there. For example, Chikatilo ended up in the hardest regime, where you can at least occasionally read a book, watch a movie, play on the computer, and even see a girl at least once a year. If you can find one.
  Still, overall, there are roughly equal numbers of women and men, with far more violent members of the stronger sex. After all, there are far more male maniacs than females, and more male dictators and rulers. And then there are false prophets-for them, too, the upper levels of Hell. But that's another topic. Moreover, the concept of a false prophet is relative.
  Genka is, in any case, small fry. And there he is, a barefoot boy of about fourteen, wearing striped shorts and shackles, and you even feel sorry for him.
  Genka thought Rezun-Suvorov had argued logically in his own way. And it was clear that Stalin certainly wanted world power. Even if he didn't talk about it much. But he had some reservations, too. But Putin, too, had great ambitions and dreams of planetary power. Although Vladimir Vladimirovich is a secretive dictator.
  But Stalin was generally cautious in his foreign policy, and whether he would have risked attacking the Third Reich is questionable. After all, the Wehrmacht had captured almost all of Europe in two and a half months and lost no more than fifty thousand men killed. Stalin, meanwhile, captured only a small part of Finland in three and a half months and lost over one hundred and twenty thousand killed and missing. So the question would have been decided by Stalin attacking the stronger enemy first.
  Suvorov-Rezun, although he doesn't lie much outright, presents his information in an extremely one-sided manner. For example, he praises Soviet tanks with affection. But he fails to mention the Wehrmacht's roughly 30 percent superiority in infantry, not counting the Allies.
  Suvorov-Rezun also fails to mention that the Germans had a significant advantage in cars, trucks, and motorcycles. The Nazis also had more submachine guns-over half a million to the Soviets' 100,000, not counting captured ones. And so on.
  There are also outright lies. For example, the Germans had amphibious tanks, albeit in small numbers-fifty-three of them, mostly for reconnaissance.
  The IS-2 tank's capabilities were also greatly exaggerated. It's unclear why, as this vehicle only entered service in 1944 and had nothing to do with Operation Storm. This was in line with Stalin's plans in 1941.
  But anyone can check the data on this tank. In fact, the Panther could penetrate it from a kilometer away, and the Tiger-2 could take it out head-on from three kilometers away. But the German Tiger II could only penetrate the IS-2 at six hundred meters. And that was in 1945, when the quality of German armor had declined due to a shortage of alloying elements.
  And why did Suvorov-Rezun lie about it? Not to mention the Churchill tank's armor was actually quite good. Its frontal armor was 152 mm thick, and its side armor was 95 mm, weighing in at forty tons. In other words, this tank was better protected than the Soviet IS-2. So don't belittle it.
  Even the BT-8 tanks, while fast on roads, had thin armor. Furthermore, their long cruising range-700 kilometers-required large fuel tanks. They were vulnerable to both heavy machine guns and light anti-tank rifles.
  And high speed doesn't always work. When tanks are moving in a column, you can't really accelerate.
  There were other errors in the Icebreaker, too. For example, the 76-mm L-10 gun had a muzzle velocity of 550 meters per second, not 750 as Suvorov-Rezun wrote. Even the T-34's L-11 gun had a muzzle velocity of 610 meters per second. So, Rezun was either mistaken or deliberately lying about this.
  Aviation has its share of blunders, too. Like the nonexistent winged tank projects, which, although they tried to build them, turned out to be impossible.
  The German aircraft weren't bad at all. Suvorov-Rezun doesn't even provide their characteristics. The most brutal Soviet fighter, the MiG-3, proved ineffective, despite having five machine guns. And overall, the Germans had superior aircraft quality, including their armament-aircraft cannons-and superior speed and maneuverability.
  And the Focke-Wulf wasn't bad either. It was faster than all Soviet aircraft, and armed with six cannons, it was the most powerful single-seat fighter in the world! And it had strong armor.
  The Focke-Wulf could also carry almost two tons of bombs and was an excellent frontline bomber. Its powerful armor and armament also made it an effective fighter-far superior to the Soviet Il-2.
  Yes, the Germans were indeed strong in technology and combat training, and victory over them was all the more honorable and heroic. As for Rezun, he portrayed the Germans as fools, as if they were hordes of men with rifles, carts, horses, and outdated tanks. Although German tanks were quite good. And the Panther and Tiger, at the time of their introduction and for some time after, were the best tanks in the world. Although the Nazi command used them extremely ineptly.
  Well, the Führer himself wasn't much of a man. He didn't even have a high school education, so what can you expect from someone with limited literacy? Then again, Stalin didn't even have a high school education-he was a seminary dropout!
  These are the kind of dictators we've had here. However, Putin's law degree was purely nominal, and his PhD was a phony. Still, he's not exactly Hitler.
  Genka was brought into the barracks; on the first day he had the right not to work and to get his bearings a little.
  A boy prisoner asked for a book to shorten the time until lights out and they gave it to him.
  CHAPTER No 5.
  The book was another fantasy. Like how Gerda, this little girl, went looking for her brother Kai. But she unexpectedly found herself in a sorceress's garden, and when the girl escaped from this garden, barefoot as she had always been, she found herself not in the nineteenth century, but during World War II.
  And it was hot there. The Nazis managed to capture Britain back in 1940. And they waged war against the USSR using the resources of the colonies of England, France, Belgium, Holland, and Portugal.
  Here, of course, the front line was close to Moscow. But Soviet troops, through titanic efforts, stabilized it. In the south, the Nazis reached the Terek, captured Elista, and almost completely took control of Stalingrad. But in the south, too, the offensive stalled.
  It was deep autumn, and a little girl named Gerda slapped her bare feet along the rocky road. It was eternal summer in the magical garden. The girl ran barefoot all the time, so she had no need for shoes, and they didn't give her any. The sorceress was a sorceress and never aged. Gerda, too, had spent over a century in the garden and never grew up, remaining a little girl. But the world around her had changed. And it was cold, so the child tried to walk faster. After more than a hundred years of walking barefoot, her childish feet had become stronger than boot leather and resilient, so they didn't hurt on the stones. But her calves were tired from the long journey, and the girl's legs ached terribly. And she was hungry.
  On the way, the girl began to beg for alms.
  They served it reluctantly. Especially since Gerda was wearing a smart dress, albeit a light one, and her feet were bare. Her hair was white, slightly golden, and curly, and she was quite beautiful.
  And then an SS patrol stopped her and started begging. Gerda was deeply tanned, and the chocolate skin of her sweet childish face made her hair even more vibrant.
  The girl also knew German, it is similar to Danish, and they are neighbors.
  The head of the guard was surprised:
  - Such a beautiful girl with Aryan features and walks barefoot, like a commoner.
  Gerda replied with a sigh:
  - I'm looking for my adopted brother Kai.
  - Why barefoot?
  The girl replied:
  - I gave my red shoes to the river.
  The Germans gave Gerda some bread and canned food for the journey and let her go.
  The girl walked further, through Germany. And her small, bare feet were a symbol of innocence.
  Meanwhile, fighting raged on the front lines. The Germans had more resources than in real history. They used larger aircraft, particularly four-engine ones.
  Plus, Panthers, Tigers, and Lions appeared on the front lines. And another tank, the Mammoth. The latter was Hitler's favorite. It had a distinctive pyramidal shape with four slanted sides. And it was very large-two hundred tons.
  Here the warrior girls from this machine tried to shoot from three guns at once.
  Gerda didn't know about this. She walked along, the brisk pace keeping the baby warm. There was no snow yet.
  And the Hitlerite girls fired from the Mammoth at Soviet positions and this was their first vehicle.
  Warrior Mercedes noted with a smile:
  - We beat the Reds.
  Charlotte replied with a smile:
  - Yes, we are hitting, and quite actively!
  After which the girls touched each other with their bare, sharpened feet.
  And then a shell fired from a German cannon overturned a Soviet howitzer.
  Mercedes noted:
  - Let's beat!
  Magda confirmed:
  - We're hitting very well!
  And the girls burst out laughing. They really are like tigresses and she-wolves.
  When the Third Reich attacked the USSR, this was no longer possible. Stalin put his troops on alert and declared mobilization. But Hitler was stronger, especially in the infantry. Many soldiers were recruited from the colonies. Nevertheless, the war began somewhat later, in 1943. The USSR had managed to build defensive lines against Hitler's troops. But they still couldn't hold out and succumbed. And so, in the late autumn of 1943, the Germans were already storming Moscow, and Leningrad was under complete siege.
  The Nazis have numerous Tiger tanks in production, a tank that was in mass production back in 1942, and the newest Panther. And the Lion, also a new tank weighing ninety tons. And the Ferdinand self-propelled gun. And the modernized T-4, which has a more powerful armament.
  And much more... There were two versions of the "Lion," weighing seventy-six tons and boasting a thousand-horsepower engine and a 105-millimeter gun with a 70-degree barrel. The other was ninety tons, also with a thousand-horsepower engine and the same armament, but with thicker armor.
  Well, these are the kind of monsters they are...
  And there were a lot of girls driving tanks. And they were wearing nothing but bikinis and barefoot.
  Here's the "Lion" tank, literally destroying a T-34 with one shot. And the girls are thrilled. A Soviet T-34 can't penetrate a ninety-ton German tank from any angle. And that's something for the Fritzes to rejoice about.
  Here the warrior sings:
  We will even tear a hot water bottle to pieces,
  And we'll show you just the highest class...
  So swear, kids,
  This is our company "Adidas"!
  And how she laughed. Girls are very naughty. For example, they captured a boy of about fourteen. First, they stood him barefoot on a large frying pan, and lit a fire underneath. Oh, how that teenage boy screamed in intense pain, and it smelled like burning. Then they flogged her, slashing her naked torso, brutally. And there was much laughter.
  And that's not all: the teenager's bare toes were slowly and savagely broken with pliers. The girls also showed off their skills.
  Well, they're beasts, you can't say anything about that. When you break the toes of a boy, almost a child, that's the Nazis showing their mettle.
  Well, the fighting continues... A 152-millimeter howitzer shell slammed into the frontal armor of the heavy "Lion" modification. But the 240-millimeter shells, under the slope of the turret's front, held up. Although the female crew was seriously shaken.
  Gerda, meanwhile, continued to walk through Germany. Her Scandinavian features and white, curly hair didn't arouse serious suspicion among the German police.
  But the girl was detained once. She was taken behind a screen. A young woman in a white coat appeared. She politely asked Gerda to take off her clothes. Then she felt her all over with her hands in thin rubber gloves. However, she didn't do it roughly. On the contrary, her hands touched the child gently.
  But Gerda still felt humiliated and ashamed, and her childish face turned red with shame.
  The girl was released without finding anything and was even given some bread for the road and some rubber galoshes that prisoners in concentration camps usually wear.
  Gerda walked around in them for a bit, then took them off. She decided that, like the Christian saints, she would walk barefoot, ignoring the cold and the sharp stones, which, incidentally, is rare in Germany, with its good roads.
  And the girl continued to slap her bare, little, childish feet, roughened from walking barefoot for so long.
  And she voluntarily gave up her shoes. It was even pleasant to feel the ground, which didn't seem so cold, against her bare, sensitive soles. And the brisk pace warmed the girl's graceful, scarlet feet.
  The girl walked and sang in her ringing voice:
  A midnight angel was flying across the sky,
  I was amazed at how much evil reigns among us...
  I will wash my feet with running water,
  I"ll read a prayer about Saint Christ!
  And just as the girl began to sing, a wondrous beast leaped out to meet her. It looked like a tall man, but had the head of a wolf. Despite its terrifying appearance, Gerda didn't flinch, but bowed:
  - Merci?
  The wolf-man bared his teeth, his fangs protruding from his mouth, and roared:
  - Your money or your life?
  The girl chirped:
  Happy without money,
  You can always become...
  We children are one,
  Mary is the mother!
  The wolf-man roared:
  - I see you're not afraid of me at all!
  Gerda answered logically:
  - Whoever you are, God is still stronger than you, and if it is His Will, He will protect the little girl!
  The brute laughed and replied:
  - Yes, that's right! You're right in this case! And what are you looking for, Kai?
  The girl nodded:
  - Yes, I'm looking for my adopted brother!
  The Wolf Man remarked:
  - Do you think he wants you to look for him?
  Gerda exclaimed:
  I have to help on the road,
  To everyone who is waiting for help!
  And her little bare heel struck the sharp edge of a pebble. But the girl's calloused sole held firm.
  The wolf man nodded:
  "Your courage is admirable. Well, okay, my name is Azazel. In this case, I took on exactly that appearance!"
  And the beast extended a clawed paw.
  Gerda shook it carefully and replied:
  - Even demons believe in the Most High and tremble!
  The wolf man nodded and suggested:
  - Do you want to become immortal?
  Gerda answered with a smile:
  - And the human soul is immortal, and only the Almighty God can achieve bodily immortality!
  Azazelo nodded:
  "Basically, yes! But your Kai is now in a place where he'll forever look like a ten-year-old boy. Which means if you find him as an adult, and especially as an older woman, there'll be misunderstandings between you!"
  Gerda, with a smile that was so sweet, objected:
  "The most important thing is a person's spiritual world! The flesh is secondary! And if there is a similarity in the soul, then the body will find its place!"
  The wolf-man was about to say something when a fox appeared. Or rather, a tall woman with a fox's head. She twirled her lush fox-like tail and sang:
  What a blue sky,
  We are not supporters of robbery!
  You don't need a knife against a fool -
  You'll tell him a lot of lies,
  And do with it what you want!
  Gerda bowed to her:
  - Merci, auntie!
  The fox giggled and noted:
  - Oh, your poor, little, bare feet, oh dear girl! How hard it must be for them to walk in the cold and on sharp stones!
  Gerda nodded:
  "It was a bit painful at first, but now my feet are calloused and don't hurt; it's even pleasant to walk on the prickly surface. And when you move, you don't get cold!"
  The fox giggled again and noted:
  - You're a good boy! Okay, so long as you don't need the shoes. But you do want to know where your adopted brother Kai is, don't you?
  Gerda nodded in agreement:
  - Yes! I would really like that!
  The fox replied:
  - If you agree to torture and can endure it, then maybe you will find out!
  The girl asked with a smile:
  - What kind of torture is this?
  The fox giggled and replied:
  "Enter the next big city and go to the town hall. And there write: Death to Hitler! In German! Then they'll arrest you and send you to the Gestapo. And if you can endure the torture and not turn in innocent people, then you'll find out where your brother Kai is!"
  Gerda remarked with an innocent look:
  "That sounds like a trap! Besides, I don't really know much about Hitler yet. But the Germans adore him! So, I wish death on a good ruler!"
  The fox exclaimed:
  - Good! And look what the Nazis are doing!
  And she turned on the image, clicking the long fingernails of her very fashionable hands.
  Two German soldiers grope a girl, then suddenly lift her by the hair:
  - Schnell! Get up, bitch!
  Elizabeth stands up, swaying. She shakes her head; it feels heavy. Ugh! But everything seems to be okay.
  The Germans formed columns of prisoners, men and women separately. Elena was even surprised to see so many surrendering. There were more than fifty women alone, no wounded in sight; it seemed the Nazis simply finished them off. Goading the women with rifle butts (almost all young and recently conscripted female soldiers), they drove them on. It was quite hot; some of the women had their uniforms ripped off, leaving them "showing off" in their shirts.
  Elizabeth asked Captain Valentina Sinitsa, who had a couple of impressive bruises on her face:
  - So what now, Valya?
  The captain, a twenty-eight-year-old, rather pretty red-haired girl, replied:
  - It's okay, if the night is dark, we'll run away!
  Elizabeth looked herself over:
  - I think so! Captivity is not for Soviet people! I don't seem to have any injuries, the shrapnel spared my body! It's just that my head is ringing.
  Valentina replied:
  - You seem to have been stunned! Brrr! But I myself don't understand how I ended up captured. The submachine gun jammed, and the other girls surrendered. So, I was caught like a complete idiot!
  Elizabeth nodded:
  - What a great start to the war! I didn't even manage to kill a single German before I was captured. Horrible! What if we don't manage to escape?
  Valentina replied:
  - You know, you're incredibly beautiful! Golden-haired, with a perfect figure. I've never seen a more beautiful girl than you!
  Elizabeth waved it off:
  - Why do I need these compliments! And you're not a guy!
  The captain noted:
  - You might just get raped!
  Elizabeth was confused:
  - How do you mean rape?
  Valentina was genuinely surprised:
  - Don't you know?
  Elizabeth blinked her eyes:
  - Theoretically, of course, I know, but...
  Valentina narrowed her eyes:
  - Have you never tried it with a guy?
  Elizabeth shook her head:
  - Of course not! A communist shouldn't be morally corrupt or have sex outside of marriage!
  Valentina shrugged:
  - It's hard to say! I think it's a personal matter! Besides, men are all different, and you get pleasure from them in your own way. It's hard to guess, but a husband gets boring quickly.
  The Komsomol girl walking on the right objected:
  - For a person, the most important thing is spiritual communication, not animal instincts!
  Valentina raised her finger up:
  - Let's not chat about inappropriate topics! Maybe we'd better talk about the party and building communism!
  Elizabeth wanted to say something, when an order followed - the column was to stop.
  They found themselves right in front of a concrete platform, where a couple of trucks and a car pulled up. At the same time, another column of driven women appeared. Judging by their clothing, they were civilians.
  A corpulent German man crawled out of a khaki-painted German car. He had an unpleasant, poorly shaven face with a triple chin and a strange double-barreled automatic rifle slung over his shoulder. But his cap, emblazoned with a twin lightning bolt emblem, identified him as an SS man. The fascist stepped out in front of the girls and commanded in broken Russian:
  - Stand at attention!
  The girls automatically straightened up, their military training telling. One of them, however, hesitated and got hit in the butt with a rifle butt.
  The SS officer grunted contentedly, looked at the woman's legs and commanded:
  - Everyone take off your boots!
  The girls shuddered, and a murmur swept through the ranks. The fat German yawned demonstratively and muttered listlessly:
  - Anyone who disobeys will be hanged! - And then suddenly a menacing shout. - Schnell! Schnell!
  The girls began to take off their shoes. Elizaveta felt her hands move automatically. It felt as if submitting to the fascist monsters was a habit. She removed one boot, feeling the pleasant warmth of the concrete pavement against her bare foot. Then the second one, carefully placing on her new, recently issued leather boots (tarpaulin boots wouldn't appear until the end of the war). Then she heard screams. A young girl, no older than sixteen, jumped out and screamed:
  - I won't take off my dummy! It would be better if they took it off me when I was dead!
  The German boar gave a signal, two tall SS men grabbed the girl and dragged her to the gallows that had been prepared in advance.
  The female prisoners of war let out a sigh, but no one dared to object; apparently the shock of captivity had taken its toll.
  "Get her on the hook!" the fat fascist shouted. "Don't let her die so quickly! The little devil will learn how to resist."
  The young girl's clothes were torn off, and the SS man even poked a cigar into the beauty's pink nipple. The girl squealed and screamed:
  - Remember my name is Tanya! Death to the fascists!
  The SS officer roared:
  - Tear out her tongue!
  A thief rushed toward the girl, a crumpled, dirty apron and a pair of tongs in his hands. Another Nazi squeezed the girl's cheeks, forcing her mouth open. She tried to resist, but the odds were too great. Blood poured from the girl's mouth, and she lost consciousness from the pain. The Nazi monster threw down her torn-out tongue and trampled it with his boot. The Nazis quickly hung the sagging, naked girl by the edge on a sharp ship's hook. She let out a weak cry and trembled, the additional pain bringing her to her senses. Bliss was written on the Nazis' faces, that incredible feeling of sadistic satisfaction when you inflict pain on someone like yourself. Even if it's a beautiful girl with blonde hair. Here, a sexual element is mixed in with the sadism.
  Elizaveta closed her eyes, so as not to witness such outrage. Meanwhile, a column of captured civilian women approached them. The Nazis also forced them to take off their shoes. The women were young; none looked older than thirty-five or younger than sixteen. They were strong Belarusian women, mostly fair-haired, blue-eyed, and pleasant-looking, with a natural radiance.
  The fat officer commanded again:
  - Take off your outerwear!
  Elizabeth suddenly blushed. What if the Nazis left her completely naked? Her fingers were already unbuttoning her tunic. Civilian women were crying and moaning, as if they were going to their execution. One of them was holding a baby. A Nazi snatched it from her arms. The mother lunged and was stabbed in the stomach with a bayonet. She fell, screaming hysterically. An SS officer ran to the baby, threw it at her feet, and began to trample it. He did everything he could to ensure its death, breaking its delicate arms and legs.
  The mother howls as they drag her to the gallows, to hang her still alive on a hook. Along the way, they tear her clothes apart and beat her with rifle butts. Then, completely mutilated, they hang her up, laughing merrily as if they're high on marijuana.
  Elizabeth whispered:
  - Is there a limit to their brutality? Who gave birth to them, a woman or a she-wolf!
  Valentina said with passion:
  "We will never forgive or forget this! The Nazis will pay a hundredfold for every atrocity they commit."
  Elizabeth replied:
  - All of Germany wouldn't be enough for this.
  Valentina joked:
  - Whatever's left goes to Japan!
  The main Nazi still hadn"t calmed down, madness burned in his dull eyes, his small mouth twisted:
  "Now I warn you! We're taking you to German territory. Those who behave well will be given a good place, food, and, in the future, honorary citizenship of Greater Germany. But if anyone escapes, then for each one, I'll order twenty hostages burned alive. You understand!" The scoundrel's roar intensified. "And now you'll see for yourself what it means to disobey the Führer."
  The Nazis rushed through the column of civilian women and selected a dozen of the most unattractive. They unceremoniously dragged them by the hair and herded them into a pile. The SS men then began binding the women with barbed wire. They screamed desperately and tried to break free. In response, they received rifle butts to the shoulders and chests (for not losing consciousness).
  The fat officer chuckled contentedly:
  - Well, now give them the torch! Let them "enjoy" the pain!
  And again, the idiotic laughter of the fascist beasts. Three SS men with degenerate faces dragged out a gasoline tank and unscrewed the cap. Despite the distance, the foul smell of fuel reached Elizabeth. Apparently, it was low-octane gasoline, obtained through the hydrolysis of coal. The Führer didn't have enough natural oil for all his numerous equipment, even with supplies from the USSR, so the Third Reich's physicists had to get creative. This gasoline had a unique feature: a lower combustion temperature than ordinary gasoline, and it began to freeze at minus nine degrees Celsius. This would eventually affect the course of the war. Women tied up in barbed wire frantically waved their arms (those who had free arms), while the fascists, smiling and sticking out their tongues, shouted something in German.
  Elizabeth asked desperately:
  - Are they really going to set them on fire?
  Valentina responded angrily:
  - No, they'll let you go! And they'll even give you some cakes for the road!
  Elizabeth burst into tears:
  - And it's still so cruel! Okay, men, but why should women suffer like this?
  Valentina made a suggestion:
  "The Germans only need Slavs as slaves. And a slave must fear and obey! It's a dictatorship built on fear! And to intimidate, you have to inflict pain!"
  Elizabeth's blue eyes flashed:
  - And to make someone angry you need to cause pain!
  A flame flared up, the fire did not spread as quickly as with regular gasoline, the women rushed, trying to tear the wire, blood dripped from their bodies, ripped open by needles.
  Gerda couldn't bear it any longer, screamed and lost consciousness.
  The fox and the wolf-man giggled and growled:
  "Well, now she'll have to go through real Hell herself! But her sacrifice will be for the sake of the future Paradise on Earth, and what already exists in Heaven!"
  CHAPTER No 6.
  Vasily Petrovich Davidenya entered the general level of Hell before his sons, Gennady and Peter. Because he had been a heavy drinker in his previous life and frequently used foul language, he spent about seventy years on the general level. But he, too, was destined for the darkened level.
  From the very beginning, Vasily, or rather Vaska, felt well. His old, sickly body was replaced by the youthful, healthy, flawless flesh of a fourteen-year-old. He became handsome, healthy, and cheerful.
  Well, what about occupational therapy? I'd worked all my life anyway, and I never had time to retire. They lived happily in a cozy cell with three other handsome and healthy boys. Even after the loss of my old and decrepit body, in Hell, where progress is faster, there were better computers and television than on Earth. And so I had to pray, but what else could I do?
  Hell was very reminiscent of a juvenile detention center in a civilized country. Only with much longer sentences. But the boys had adult memories, studied, worked, and each had the right to meet a girl once a week. And generally, finding a partner wasn't a problem.
  The boys were kept in groups of three or four to a cell. Because they had perfect bodies, they didn't snore or fart, and overall, it was even more fun to have company in the cell.
  On weekends-when I'm not in occupational therapy-there's much more time for entertainment. You can even play computer games, even modern ones. While still childish, less bloody shooters are now possible. Or strategy games, with peaceful city-building, or defensive wars.
  Vaska opened them in surprise. "Yes, this is great. For example, you can play as the king and build, and build, and build."
  At first, the child prisoners studied. Before and after each lesson, they knelt and prayed. Then they went to occupational therapy.
  Generally, decent footwear was acceptable, but given the heat, the prison boys preferred to be barefoot and in shorts. Hell is generally a warm place with suns of three colors: green, yellow, and red! And it rarely gets a warm, pleasant rain.
  The cells are clean, there are vases with wonderful flowers, and the sublime sounds of the organ can be heard.
  Vaska is looking forward to his seventieth anniversary as a general prisoner. If he were less greedy for alcohol, he could have been sent to the lighter level sooner. It's generally difficult for an adult to immediately find himself in the hardened, much less the privileged, level of purgatory. You must truly have merit before God, or led a holy life, or be young in years. Also, if you were martyred, not necessarily for your faith, that also counts. And if, say, you were ill for a long time and suffered from it before your death, that counts. And of course, it's better to repent immediately, without bringing the matter to a jury trial.
  If you go to court, you'll face a difficult ordeal and often a harsher sentence. The vast majority of people admit their guilt and repent. They're then sent to the general prison system, where they serve a certain amount of time. If they're clean, it's usually fifty years, and then up to a hundred.
  If you misbehave, your sentence gets extended. But here, they usually try to be lenient with teenage prisoners, and they often get off with just a couple of lashes from a baton and stun gun.
  But Hell-purgatory is temporary, and not so bad.
  After occupational therapy, there's still free time for fun. And if you have two and a half days off a week, that's even better. You can have some fun.
  Here's Vaska having fun on his day off. It's a city-building strategy game with tons of different upgrades. It all looks really cool.
  The prisoner boy presses the joystick buttons. And another part of the city is built. But an army also has to be built. After all, the enemy is quite capable of attacking.
  The construction of forts, walls, and towers also takes up resources, time, and labor.
  A large wall and towers of white marble are being built, and behind them, various imperial buildings. And, of course, temples. Moreover, since it's a game, it's not forbidden for different gods to build structures.
  But in the midst of construction, an alarm signal sounds: enemies are approaching the city.
  Vaska brings archers and armored infantry to dangerous areas, especially where the walls are unfinished. There's also cavalry, including camel-mounted ones.
  The most powerful forts are made of elephants, but they're also the most expensive. Feeding them requires not only hay, but also bananas and pomegranates. And if the fort contains trained lions, meat is also required. So, these are the most realistic strategies, on a huge screen.
  Vaska is ready for battle. The worst part is that you never know exactly which direction the enemy will come from. So it's best to position your troops at all the weak points.
  Electronic passersby, including a large number of children, roam the streets. And they even talk. The boys, barefoot and half-naked, express confidence that their king will defeat his enemies, while the adults fear fires and destruction.
  Police officers also roam the streets. There are also actors, jugglers, dancers, clowns, senet players, vendors, and others.
  The city is already well-maintained, rich, and large.
  But its sheer size makes it much harder to defend. There are missions where you just build, without war, and they're easier. But of course, combat is more interesting. Plus, the river flows, so you send in a fleet. Which is also pretty cool.
  Vaska gives commands.
  But this time there will be no attack from the sea. Of course, gifts must be brought to Thor for aid in the battle. He will kill about half the enemy and ease the outcome of the battle.
  Vaska, as they say, is in complete tension.
  Petka, his son, has already spent several weeks on the light level. There's more time here, and the entertainment is far more varied. The light level is good. They take you on excursions to heaven far more often, and there's less occupational therapy. Moreover, the latter is easier and more interesting, like planting flowers. But of course, you also want to get to Heaven as quickly as possible, and there are such pleasures there-an entire universe. And it's not just representatives of earthly civilization who live there. There are otherworlders, too.
  Petka, as usual, is playing active games, among other things. His body is young and full of energy. There are joys in Hell, and it's good there.
  Genka's younger brother was in the maximum-security prison. And sharing the bunk with him was another ex-convict-a repeat offender. He'd also been in juvenile detention. He said the maximum-security prison in Hell had many similarities, including the boys' bald heads. But the climate was still better, and you didn't freeze here, and it was a pleasure to walk barefoot. And most importantly, there was less lawlessness.
  And the crowd is more mature and respectable-they're children in body, but their minds are many years old. And secondly, everyone here is healthy, and the cells don't stink. There are no toilets, and they relieve themselves with molecular fecal annihilators. That's a big plus.
  But the downside is that you can't avoid work therapy. In a real juvenile prison, many inmates, especially the privileged ones, didn't work. But here, try fooling the she-devils. Besides, you can't blame illness. After all, in Hell, bodies are perfect, the climate is warm, there are no germs or infections, so you won't get sick. And the food may be strictly regulated and simple, but healthy, with sufficient vitamins.
  So the advantage of Hell-Purgatory is the healthy environment and climate, but the disadvantage is that you can't blame it on illness, and you can't avoid work therapy.
  And it's quite long-eight hours. And only a day and a half off per week. Meanwhile, in a real juvenile correctional facility, they worked four hours, studied four hours, and spent the rest of the time amusing themselves as best they could. And these amusements were sometimes brutal.
  But here you are safer - no one will stick a feather under your rib, and they won"t let you down at night, but you can"t shirk work and study, and you need to pray a lot.
  And when that prisoner was in juvenile detention, it was Soviet times, and prayer was generally banned. So that prisoner thought that for him, juvenile detention was probably better, since he was a lawless criminal, a criminal, and never worked anywhere. On the other hand, of course, it's great to have perfect health. And the climate is good. Especially since where he was incarcerated, although it's warm in the summer, mosquitoes are a nuisance, and bedbugs can appear. But here, everything is sterile and orderly.
  On Earth, many complain, asking why doesn't God bring order? But in Hell, there's too much order, and it's morally depressing. Especially for those who committed chaos in their past lives. And in this regard, the Almighty has chosen very wisely. Indeed, in a real prison, especially a juvenile one, the more criminal you are, the better off you are, but for boys or girls accidentally drawn into crime, it's much harder.
  But here, on the contrary, the tough guys are forced to resign themselves and can't show their mettle. And if they try, the she-devils will quickly put them down. So most of the crime bosses are forced to resign themselves and pull the weight of the crowd. Besides, the better you behave and resign yourself, the sooner you'll get out.
  And in Paradise there's complete freedom, entertainment, and pure pleasure, and work is only for the desire. And some people do have that desire, especially if the work is interesting. Not everyone just wants to have fun.
  Everything is too controlled in Hell-Purgatory. The only real freedom is in dreams. Censorship traditionally doesn't apply to these. Although dreams can even be recorded using hyperelectronics. After all, sometimes we do see such wonderful, fantastical things in our dreams, and then forget them. But sometimes, in our dreams, we behave like animals, or, conversely, perform heroic deeds in the name of good.
  Petka, of course, sympathized with his brother, who, instead of quickly moving to the strict level, ended up in the strict one. But, in principle, one of the advantages of Hell-Purgatory is that it ends sooner or later, and the length of punishment is not endless, and Heaven awaits everyone sooner or later.
  That's what gives you comfort. But in a real prison, you're not sure if you'll survive until the end of your sentence. And even if you do get out, will you be happy on the outside? That's the dilemma. But here, by God's grace, everyone has hope for a bright future-the main thing is to humble yourself and repent, and everything will be fine!
  One of Gennady's partners, lying on the top bunk, recalled his time in a real juvenile prison. First, he'd simply been arrested in his previous life. That was at twelve years old, after the war. The boy had simply been tasked by senior thieves to sell stolen goods. And young Andreyka agreed. But, as usual, she turned him in, and the soap boxes turned out to be stolen. So they picked up the twelve-year-old and arrested him. They handcuffed him and took him to the police station.
  There, the child's head was first shaved with clippers, then photographs were taken from various angles. They then took his fingerprints and took him to the investigator.
  He demanded that Andreyka tell him who had given him the stolen soap to sell. But the boy stubbornly refused to tell. Then they stripped him naked and took him to a cold punishment cell. Andreyka felt miserable there. Then they searched him naked, including his buttocks, which was painful, disgusting, and deeply humiliating. Then they doused the boy with cold water. But the young thief endured it all and didn't give anyone away.
  Andreyka was brought back to the station, his feet were stripped bare, and he was sent to a cell with other boys. There were over fifty of them, searched three tiers deep. All had shaved heads and were no older than fourteen. Hungry, thin, almost all barefoot, many even half-naked. The cops stripped Andreyka, like a recalcitrant man, down to his underwear and sent him, half-naked, to a cell with young criminals.
  Unlike hell, the children's cell reeked of feces and urine from the toilet, as well as the sweaty bodies of the boys. There were no running water or flushing toilets in the Stalin-era cell. So the children washed only once a week under a cold shower. They also had their hair cut with clippers, and those who already had some hair had their pubic hair trimmed.
  After the war, food supplies were scarce. For breakfast, they gave us bread and water, for lunch, porridge made with water and no salt or butter, and for dinner, bread and water again.
  But the scariest thing about prison is the kids themselves. And so they arranged a registration for Andreyka. If the boy answered correctly, they nodded encouragingly, and if not, they beat him with towels and with their palms on his bare chest. Three boys, about fourteen years old, were registered. They were more well-fed and muscular than the other inmates, and they were tattooed. Inexperienced Andreyka was severely beaten during the registration, and his body was covered in bruises, but the bosses spared only his childish face. But overall, Andreyka survived and was assigned to the boys, the most common class of middle-class prisoners in the juvenile detention center, a relatively respectable class.
  In the pretrial detention center, the boys were taken to the workshop during the day to work. Sometimes there were even classes, though not regularly scheduled in the classrooms. Gradually, Andreyka got into the rhythm. There were occasional parcels from outside, which the boys divided among themselves, but of course, not equally. There were also fights.
  Once, Andreyka was locked naked in a freezing punishment cell. It was pure torture. The boy turned blue from the cold and didn't sleep for three days. Then, the sufferer was finally released. But strangely enough, Andreyka, although frozen, didn't get sick. Then he was tried, given three years as a felon, and sent to a juvenile correctional facility. Andreyka learned to play cards and was a good fighter. There, he ran around barefoot in the warm weather, and in prison felt boots in the winter. They worked and studied. Andreyka sat there like a kid, not particularly getting into conflicts, and might even have gone to parole, but for an incident that finally turned him to crime.
  Genka sighed... In his past life, the only time he'd ever been in jail was for drunken disorderly conduct, and even that wasn't often. He even remembered how he'd knelt before the cops. True, he'd served in the army, where there was hazing, and the beatings were probably even worse than in the adult prison colony.
  So he understood Andreyka. He was really on the verge of parole and free. But a young criminal turned up who wanted to have sex with the boy. And Andreyka hit him over the head with a wrench. Constantly working in the hayloft, the boy grew stronger, and the food in the colony was satisfactory, maybe even better than many post-war children on the outside. In short, he killed him. And that meant a new sentence, this time for aggravated recidivism, and the judge slapped him with ten years.
  After that, Andreyka was sent from the Volga region to harsher places. And to a prison camp where morals were even worse. To survive, the boy had to become first a wolf cub, and then a wolf.
  The boy grew up, and as an adult, he rose to the rank of crowned thief in law. Although he'd been in prison more than once. More accurately, he'd spent far more years behind bars than outside. He'd entered hell when he was already quite old in his previous life-over seventy-five. And, of course, the first thing that surprised him was how light and cheerful he felt in his new body. As a boy of about fourteen, the seasoned thief in law had thought this wasn't hell, but rather a kind of transmigration of souls, like the Hindus. But then he realized he couldn't pretend to be a tough guy here. After several severe and painful beatings with truncheons, Andreyka calmed down. He decided to do the wise thing: repent and serve out his sentence in Hell-Purgatory. Especially since, thanks to God's Grace, everyone without exception is saved and must sooner or later go to Heaven.
  Yes, God the Son Jesus sacrificed himself for the sins of mankind, and thereby, by Grace, granted eternal life. Therefore, it is better to submit rather than rebel, which will only lead to further and unnecessary torment.
  And Andreyka tried to improve, in this ultra-red children's zone. Although why children's? They have the bodies of teenagers, but the life experience, minds, and memories of many decades.
  And Genka, without hearing the rest of the story, was forced to kneel again and pray. At the strict level, all prayers are done on the knees. At the general level, some are kneeling, some are standing; at the relaxed level, kneeling is no longer allowed, and prayer is only done standing, although some young prisoners, out of habit or a desire to better please God, do so.
  Genka said his prayers and went to sleep. They emit radiation here, and no one suffers from insomnia. And you see dreams-sometimes quite powerful ones, I must say. And they're remembered better than in a past life, when you might have seen something wonderful and interesting.
  dream, but I still don't remember it.
  But now he watched it and enjoyed it.
  He looks like a cabin boy on a brigantine. And the crew is made up of beautiful women. They're tanned, barefoot, curvy, and wearing nothing but bikinis, with blonde hair. These are truly classy and unique beauties.
  Genka, a boy of about fourteen, muscular, tanned, barefoot, with a bare torso and sun-bleached hair, sang:
  Girls are beautiful,
  The greatness of the fatherland...
  We create miracles,
  To live under communism!
  Incidentally, paradise really is communism, or even hypercommunism, where everything can be had for free. Unlike Zyuganov, who promised Stalin-Leninist modernization and always failed. Indeed, who wants to live under the barracks of the regime?
  But when there are so many girls around you on a brigantine, and they are curvy, and smell of expensive perfume, and their bare, round heels sparkle.
  One of them, who had a crown of diamonds on her head, started chirping:
  You know very well yourself,
  The world is filled with wonders...
  Only these miracles -
  People can do it themselves!
  And the girl jumped up, and her bare, sinewy calves flashed.
  On each toe of her bare, chiseled feet sparkled a precious ring.
  And the girl's hair was long, curly, the color of gold leaf. Her figure was simply marvelous!
  And the girl's teeth sparkle like pearls. And the other beauties, it must be said, are a match for her. All the warriors here are delightful.
  They smell of expensive and very fragrant perfume. And look at their hips, barely covered by thin panties. Magnificent beauties, making you go crazy.
  And now the girls have begun to stretch the brigantine's sail. And this sailboat has a very beautiful design on it. But what wonderful warriors.
  Genka started slapping his bare, childish feet in shorts. And the boy suddenly started singing:
  Once upon a time there lived a Fuhrer,
  Yes, he was a lousy Fuhrer...
  And this stupid fool,
  And the Fuhrer is bald!
  And the boy, a prisoner of hell, jumped up and spun around his axis.
  The barefoot girls looked very sexy and with great admiration.
  The girl with the diamond crown jumped and spun. And her legs were so muscular, strong, sinewy, and capable of breaking a log.
  Genka exclaimed:
  - These are real girls! Beautiful and strong, cool, and very sexy!
  And he added with a smile:
  - May the bald Fuhrer die!
  And the prisoner boy laughed. He was a cabin boy, after all, and the girls had become incredibly tough.
  The girl with a diamond wreath on her head said with a smile:
  - I am Elfiada!
  And how she slapped her bare, chiseled feet, tanned, strong, and graceful, with veins gleaming from the games. And how she smelled of expensive, very fragrant, nostril-tickling perfume.
  Genka exclaimed:
  My imagination was amazed,
  Your image flashed like a comet's tail...
  You pierced me like lightning,
  With its unearthly beauty!
  
  How beautiful you are, what you are capable of,
  To conquer the depths of the sky...
  With you I can breathe easily, freely,
  You will turn even the beast into game!
  Efiada laughed and replied:
  - You're a fine boy, I see! Who were you in your past life?
  In response, Genka sang:
  Let you live as a janitor,
  You will be born again as a foreman...
  And then you will grow from a foreman to a minister!
  And if you are as dumb as a tree,
  You will be born a baobab,
  And you will be a baobab,
  A thousand years until you die!
  This is what a lively and aggressive cabin boy he was.
  And then the girl sitting at the very top took it and shouted at the top of her lungs:
  - There's a ship ahead!
  And the pirate girls began to actively raise the sails. Ahead of them, indeed, sailed a galleon. It was massive and of very sturdy construction.
  Elfiada let out a cry:
  - We will go to the most ultra-quasar boarding!
  And the pirate girls started stamping their feet. And the brigantine began pursuing the galleon.
  Genka whistled:
  - This is a very good trick!
  But I must say, the idea of chasing a ship at sea is nothing new. And Genga often dreamed about pirates, both male and female. It felt like watching an old movie. But you still long for something new. Sometimes in dreams, you even seem to replay what's already happened.
  But then suddenly the wind grew fresh. And a dragon flew past the enemy galleon. And such a huge one-twelve heads at once.
  Genka whistled:
  - Wow!
  Elfiada nodded her golden-haired head:
  - What do you like?
  The cabin boy replied with delight:
  - Yes, that's great!
  All twelve heads of the dragon roared:
  -Hello, beautiful pirates!
  Elfiada cried out in response:
  - Salute, boy!
  The dragon was offended with rage, roaring:
  - What kind of boy am I to you!
  The girl with the diamond wreath sang:
  My boy, my baby,
  You are not sleeping at this hour...
  I know you remember me correctly,
  What an unknown country you are in!
  The twelve heads spoke in chorus, a little more softly:
  - We get it, you're just joking! What's so commendable about that?
  Genka, this cabin boy, said with enthusiasm:
  You can live without food for a day,
  More is possible, but sometimes...
  You won't last even a minute,
  Without a funny, childish joke,
  And a lively smile!
  The twelve heads of the dragon nodded approvingly:
  - You're a wonderful boy! What, do you want some kind of gift?
  Genka answered with a sigh:
  "Alas, this is just a dream, and you are only a dream. And now I am in Hell-Purgatory, and I have nothing, and in a dream, what is the point of gold? It will disappear as soon as I wake up!"
  The dragon heads burst into laughter and said:
  It's just a pity that no one knows,
  What is more needed in the ocean...
  Alas, man suffers,
  In your eternal glory!
  Elfiada objected to this:
  - No! A man does not suffer in glory! A man suffers not in glory, but in shame!
  Another blue-haired pirate girl exclaimed:
  - Yes, I also want unfading glory!
  The dragon heads roared:
  People die for metal, for metal,
  People die for metal, for metal...
  Satan ruled the roost there, he rules the roost there!
  Genka answered with a smile:
  "There are no Satans or demons in Hell-Purgatory. It's a place where, if a person sins, it's of their own free will. And they must be corrected and rehabilitated!"
  Elfiada sang:
  And I pay no attention to the demons,
  This is some upbringing!
  CHAPTER No 7.
  Another boy prisoner, Adolf Hitler, was in the hardened level of Hell-Purgatory, from where he was transferred by the mercy and grace of God from the hardened parole.
  As always, the former Führer behaved politely and exemplarily. He really wasn't such a bad man. He repented of his sins. And immediately admitted his guilt.
  And now, as a barefoot boy in shorts, he was working, or more accurately, undergoing occupational therapy. As required, at a strict level-ten hours a day, with a day off every other week.
  Adolf worked diligently, shoveling stones into the mine carts. And he tried to smile. His very muscular body handled the physical strain well. It was the mental strain that suffered most.
  And the Fuhrer mentally drew himself an AI.
  First of all, what would have happened if he had not gone against the USSR, but had continued the war with Britain?
  It should be noted that there was, of course, an underestimation of Bolshevik Russia's capabilities. Furthermore, there was the risk that Stalin would stab them in the back. Suvorov-Rezun wrote a rather good tetralogy about the latter: Icebreaker, Day M, The Last Republic, and Suicide. In it, he argued that Stalin was preparing to launch the first attack on the Third Reich. They even discussed these books in literature class. In Hell-Purgatory, even at the advanced level, there are four hours of study. And you'll agree, that's much better than breaking boulders with a crowbar in a quarry or pushing wheelbarrows.
  Whether Suvorov-Rezun was right or wrong is up to the students themselves to judge-people have free will. Although Viktor Suvorov did lie about some things.
  Especially exaggerating the power of the IS-2 tank. Although this may not be an outright lie. It's simply possible Rezun confused the IS-3 and the IS-2. While the latter tank had weak frontal turret protection, the former did have excellent frontal protection. But the IS-3 only entered production in May 1945. So citing it, as well as calling it the best tank of World War II, is not entirely accurate.
  The Panther tank could penetrate the IS-2 head-on from a kilometer away, and the King Tiger could pierce the enemy from three kilometers away. The IS-2 itself, during testing, penetrated the King Tiger from six hundred meters. And that was in 1945, with a more advanced blunt-nosed shell, and when the quality of German armor had declined due to a shortage of alloying elements. So Suvorov-Rezun either got something wrong or deliberately spread disinformation. The Tiger-2 tank, better known as the King Tiger, was designed precisely to crush any enemy vehicle and withstand shells from even the formidable IS-2 head-on. The Führer, of course, should know this.
  Then Suvorov-Rezun is also mistaken. The Third Reich in 1941 did have amphibious tanks. True, there weren't many of them-only fifty-three-and they were primarily used for reconnaissance.
  But the fact is, they existed. Heavy tanks in the Third Reich began being developed as early as 1938. Or, more accurately, during the First World War. Even before the invasion of the USSR, a prototype Tiger tank with an 88-millimeter gun was created. True, its armor was only fifty millimeters thick. Tigers were in development before 1941. But the large family of tanks with sloped armor-the Panther, Tiger II, and Lev-began development in 1941 in roughly similar form. And the Maus is a different story. Then Adolf Hitler blundered by ordering the development of a super-heavy tank. Experience showed that combat vehicles heavier than a hundred tons are ineffective. They are too heavy, very difficult to transport by rail, although in principle possible. They are expensive, vulnerable to air strikes, and difficult to transport across rivers. Not to mention frequent breakdowns. If even the Panther, which initially weighed only forty-three tons, suffered from breakdowns, what can we say about the Maus, which weighs one hundred and eighty-eight tons? In short, super-heavy tanks didn't justify their effectiveness. Moreover, the Maus's speed on the highway is only twenty kilometers, and even less on the road. Such a tank could easily be destroyed by bombs.
  Even the Führer himself might have realized this was absurd. True, a more advanced tank, the E-100, was later developed. It used the layout typical of the E series. That is, the engine and transmission were made into a single unit, mounted transversely, with the gearbox mounted on the engine itself. As a result, the hull height was reduced. The result was a lighter tank, weighing 130 tons, smaller in size, with a lower silhouette. And it was even better protected-the armor was sloped at a very steep angle.
  The front is angled at forty-five degrees, or two hundred and forty millimeters. The tank's sides are two hundred and ten millimeters thick, also at a steep, rationally sloped angle. And the armament is the same as the Maus's: one 128-millimeter cannon and the other 75-millimeter.
  The engine was also more powerful-1,500 horsepower. This made the vehicle faster on the highway at 40 kilometers per hour, even faster than the Soviet IS-2. On the highway, it was slower, of course, but still impressive. The tank was impenetrable by anti-tank weapons from all angles, and instead pummeled its opponents.
  And then Hitler decided to install a new 150mm gun instead of the 128mm. The entire turret had to be redesigned, and then everything died.
  And so the E-100 never went into production. So Hitler screwed up here.
  But perhaps the Führer's most controversial decision was the V-1 rocket. Around twenty thousand V-1 rockets were produced-each costing as much as a new Panther-while five and a half thousand V-2 rockets were produced, each costing as much as three and a half Panthers. In other words, the V-2 rockets cost enough to build forty thousand Panther tanks. And that's not even counting the costs of development, testing, and the very expensive fuel.
  Well, isn't Hitler an idiot after this?
  And even more stupid, of course, was the persecution of the Jews. Because of this, the entire world turned against Hitler. And the Führer became a pariah. And if the Führer had left the Jews alone, he could have defeated his enemies piecemeal. But still, what would have happened if he hadn't attacked the USSR and realized that Soviet Russia was precisely the fruit best eaten last?
  
  There are many parallel universes, stacked like a fan. In one of them, Hitler decided not to start a war with the USSR in 1941. Indeed, it was impossible to start a war with the vast Soviet empire while having Britain in his rear. Moreover, in Mein Kampf, the future Führer wrote that the main reason for Germany's defeat in World War I was that it had to fight on two fronts.
  Moreover, Hitler remembered in time Wolf Messing's prophecy that the Fuhrer was destined to lose and break his back in the East.
  The conclusion was reached: wage war until Britain's complete defeat. Especially since the anti-German uprising in Yugoslavia led to Operation Barbarossa being postponed until the end of June. This meant there might not have been enough time to capture Moscow and the main regions of the USSR before winter. And the Germans, as even the overconfident Führer clearly saw, were completely unprepared for war in winter.
  Moreover, the capture of Crete cost the Germans heavy losses in airborne troops, and the Fuhrer developed a great hatred for Britain, deciding to finish it off first.
  The military attaché's report also had an impact. He saw the newest Soviet tanks, the T-34 and KV-2, at the May Day parade. The latter, with its 152-millimeter gun, made a strong impression on all the Germans present. After some thought, Hitler ordered work on heavy tanks to be accelerated. A whole series of large tank designs emerged. Until a massive tank cavalcade was created, it was best not to start a war with the USSR. The Germans had already transferred three more tank divisions to Libya in May. In early June, Rommel launched an assault on Tolbuk and, after three days of fighting, captured the citadel.
  After which, the Germans went on the offensive in Egypt as well. The British were no match for the superior Wehrmacht forces. The Germans were stronger in both numbers and organization. Moreover, the British colonial troops weren't particularly eager to fight. Their morale was low and declining further and further.
  By July, the Germans had captured Egypt. They had crossed the Suez Canal and entered Palestine. The British fled. A rebellion broke out in Iraq, and the Germans entered almost without a fight. Soon, the entire Middle East fell. In August and September, the Germans occupied cities. They were confronted not by the Soviet fighting machine, but by outnumbered British troops, colonial forces that were not particularly disciplined and inclined to fight, and primitive Arab units.
  Hitler captured large swathes of territory. Gibraltar was also captured at the end of September. Franco, seeing the British forces crumbling and fearing Nazi occupation, agreed to allow German troops through. The assault was swift. The Germans carried it out skillfully and efficiently, and the fortress itself was not particularly prepared for defense.
  After which, the Germans, with virtually no resistance, occupied French possessions in Africa. Fortunately, troops could now be transported over the shortest distances.
  In the winter, Hitler launched a major offensive in Sudan and Ethiopia, and also began advancing into southern Africa. After some hesitation, the Führer decided: if he was going to take the African Continent, he'd better take it all. Moreover, the British lacked the strength to hold their territory. The main difficulty for the Germans wasn't the British troops, who were inferior to the Nazis in both numbers and combat effectiveness, but the stretched communication lines, supply difficulties, and the lack of necessary roads in Africa.
  But the Germans, with their harsh totalitarian system, demonstrated excellent organization and the ability to move vast distances. So, in the USSR, too, it wasn't the vast expanses that let the Nazis down-Africa is even larger in territory and population than Russia-but the stubborn and fanatical resistance of the Red Army.
  And, of course, there is no winter in Africa.
  In December, Japan finally attacked Peru Harbor. It was clear that the United States would not allow the samurai to swallow up British colonies in Asia and the Pacific. Therefore, Japan was forced to weaken America with a surprise attack. And they succeeded. A series of successful operations in Asia followed. In March, Hitler, fearing that Japan would get there first, invaded Iran, and from there the Germans broke through to India. Clearly, two hundred and fifty German divisions were more than enough to capture a virtually defenseless India and technologically backward Iran.
  Hitler, of course, by transferring more and more forces to Africa and India, was taking a great risk - Stalin could have launched a liberation campaign against Europe.
  But the Red Army was in no hurry. The leader of all times and nations was gathering strength, but was not eager to be the first to engage in combat. Perhaps Stalin didn't want to take responsibility for a major war. And the Finnish campaign didn't inspire optimism.
  Therefore, although German troops were spreading from Europe into Asia and Africa, Stalin was in no hurry to take advantage of this. It should also be noted that the Wehrmacht's strength was constantly growing. German losses during the extensive conquests were small, and industrial production grew thanks to the influx of foreign workers. Furthermore, the Wehrmacht was bolstered by Hiwis and various colonial formations.
  The Germans replaced their construction battalions, drivers, rear units, supply trains, and so on with foreigners. Ever younger soldiers were conscripted into the army. Even seventeen-year-olds and older soldiers were pressed into service.
  The Wehrmacht expanded its divisions, and the percentage of foreigners within them rapidly increased. Weapons production also increased rapidly. The new Tiger tank entered production as the earliest heavy tank under development.
  In May 1942, the Wehrmacht entered South Africa, having previously fought for thousands of kilometers. Madagascar fell in June. The Americans, who lost the Battle of Midway in this world order, were unlucky. Dominance in the Pacific passed to Japan. And the Third Reich, bolstered by colonies from Burma and India to South Africa and beyond, increased aircraft production severalfold, waging an air offensive against Britain. The Germans acquired powerful new bombers, the Ju-188 and DO-217. And they pressed Britain, overwhelming it with both numbers and quality.
  The British, on the other hand, having lost their colonies and faced submarine warfare, reduced production of aircraft and other equipment. The Nazis were advancing. And at the end of August, an airborne landing took place. The new German Tiger tanks took part in the fighting.
  The fighting in England lasted just over two weeks and ended in capitulations.
  After which, the Germans installed their puppet government and a new, completely legitimate, king of England. Britain itself became a protectorate of the Third Reich. Its navy almost entirely defected to Germany.
  Stalin didn't dare strike the enemy during the landings. Besides, a non-aggression pact was in effect between Germany and the USSR. Moreover, the fascist state had become extremely powerful.
  Churchill fled to Canada and attempted to continue the fight with American help. But Hitler was determined. Operation Icarus followed, with a landing in Iceland. The last point from which American aircraft could reach the Third Reich was captured.
  After which, the transfer of forces to Greenland began. 1943 was spent in naval battles. The Third Reich acquired hydrogen peroxide-powered submarines, which traveled at speeds of up to 35 knots per hour and caught American ships.
  Argentina declared war on the United States, and the Germans began to accumulate their troops there.
  The Nazis occupied Switzerland in two days and Sweden in five days, taking complete control of Europe.
  Australia was also captured, although the invasion took place together with Japan.
  In the spring of 1944, Germany, having amassed a large number of landing craft, landed in Canada. Simultaneously, German and Japanese forces entered Mexico. Brazil, Venezuela, Chile, and other countries declared war on the United States. An offensive against America began from both sides. The Germans acquired the Panther II main battle tank, which significantly outperformed the Sherman in armament, armor, and maneuverability. And German jet aircraft were simply unrivaled.
  The qualitative superiority of the German ME-262, HE-162, and ME-163 jet fighters over the Americans was overwhelming. Not to mention the advent of the German Arado jet bomber, the superior propeller-driven Ju-488, and the formidable six-engine TA-400. The Germans had an advantage over the US in armored vehicles, which was further reinforced by the introduction of the E-series tanks. The E-25 proved particularly successful, boasting armor comparable to the Panther-2, but being much lighter and more agile, with a lower profile and sloped armor.
  The US, on the other hand, had tall Sherman tanks, and even more archaic Grands. They couldn't penetrate the main German Panther-2 tank frontally, even at close range. And the Panther-2's side armor, sloped at 82 mm, ricocheted at three-quarters of the impact.
  The German MP-44 submachine gun was also superior to American submachine guns and automatic rifles.
  During the fighting, the Germans used highly trained colonial troops and foreign divisions. The Wehrmacht's strength exceeded six hundred divisions. The offensive included heavy Tiger II tanks, the more advanced Tiger III, the Lev, the more compact Lev II, the formidable E-100, and the Maus II.
  By the end of 1944, the "E"-50 appeared, a vehicle that was noticeably superior in armor to the "Panther-2" and had a more powerful engine.
  Underground tanks, which used earthmoving machines, also entered production.
  This weapon had a profound morale impact on the Americans. Ju-287s, more powerful and dangerous jet bombers, and the latest modifications of the ME-262 with swept wings appeared in the air. As well as the new ME-1010 and TA-183, they destroyed a new generation of fighters.
  A more advanced MP-54 assault rifle with greater accuracy and firing range, and a lighter weight, also appeared.
  The qualitative superiority of Hitler's forces had its effect, and the American front collapsed. The Nazis were advancing on all fronts. The Americans were unable to counter this. Their F-2 jet fighter proved a failure, with flight characteristics even worse than the Mustang.
  And American propeller-driven fighters couldn't even begin to compare with the jet-powered German vultures. And the Luftwaffe aces were better trained. Many of them racked up scores.
  The tank crews also excelled. Wittmann especially, who fought in various tanks, including the more advanced Tiger III toward the end of the war. Toward the end of 1944, the Germans acquired the 100-ton King Lion, with an 1,800-horsepower engine and a 410-millimeter rocket launcher.
  An effective weapon against permanent fortifications and buildings. And most importantly, it's virtually impenetrable to all US anti-tank weapons.
  The Germans were constantly improving their technology. The E-50 achieved a level of protection that made it impenetrable to the American 90mm gun from all angles.
  German armored personnel carriers also improved, especially their armor. The Fritz developed the Luftfaust and the more advanced Faustpatrone, capable of penetrating tanks from over a kilometer away.
  The Pershing only appeared in 1945, when German troops had already captured Mexico, Canada and most of America.
  
  On February 2, 1945, the United States surrendered to Germany and Japan. Axis forces approached New York and Washington, D.C.-their chances were gone.
  The capitulation led to the occupation of America and the seizure of its resources. Now the entire world consisted solely of the Third Reich and its colonies and allies. The USSR was left with only one satellite: Mongolia. Thus, an extremely dangerous situation developed.
  It was becoming clear that, despite the outwardly friendly relations, the Third Reich and Russia were about to engage in mortal combat.
  Stalin never dared to attack Germany when it was fighting Britain and the United States. Friendly neutrality helped Hitler defeat and conquer the West. But now it became clear that the Third Reich had its sights set on Russia as well. And the USSR, with its communist ideology, posed a potential threat to National Socialism.
  Hitler was gathering his forces for a crushing blow. The Wehrmacht had become massive, numbering up to a thousand full-fledged divisions and some thirty million soldiers, of whom ethnic Germans now accounted for less than a third. It was a formidable force, well-equipped with equipment, boasting the latest E-series tanks, which were being actively produced to replace the less advanced Panther and Tiger tanks. The Panther II, however, remained a formidable machine.
  However, the main German tank was the "E"-50 modification, weighing sixty-five tons, with thicker side and rear armor and equipped with a 105-mm gun with a barrel length of 100 EL. This vehicle was intended to be a counterweight to the Soviet KV series.
  Stalin also became fascinated with heavy vehicles. In August 1941, serial production of the KV-3, a vehicle with a 107-millimeter long-barreled gun, began. A couple of months later, the KV-5 tank, with two 107-millimeter guns and a 76-millimeter gun, weighed 100 tons, and had 170-millimeter frontal armor, entered production. By 1942, the KV-4, weighing 107 tons and with 180-millimeter frontal armor and similar armament, entered production.
  Stalin was fascinated by large-scale designs. The KV-6 was a vehicle with two 152-millimeter howitzers and a 107-millimeter anti-tank gun. The vehicle weighed over 150 tons and was powered by two 600-horsepower engines. The KV-7 had similar armament but even thicker armor (200 millimeters) and weighed 180 tons. In 1943, the KV-8, with 152- and 122-millimeter guns, entered production, weighing 200 tons.
  But super-heavy tanks weren't the best. Their excessive weight created problems with transportation and handling, especially with off-road performance. Furthermore, the KV series suffered from a flaw in the armor placement, which was not properly sloped, somewhat devaluing the tank's excellent protection.
  But the USSR, unlike the Third Reich, didn't wage war. The war with Finland was its last. And there was no opportunity to test its equipment in practice. Stalin, with his enormous power, made unilateral decisions about which equipment to put into service. And the leader was very fond of heavy vehicles.
  The Germans, however, used large tanks in practice. Combat experience showed that a tank heavier than seventy tons was too large, especially during transportation, to be mass-produced for combat.
  The world's finest designers finally created a vehicle that met military protection requirements while simultaneously being transportable and operational. The "E-50" became such a vehicle. Its frontal armor was increased to 250 mm at a smart angle, while the sides and rear armor were 160 mm thick.
  The tank turned out squat and had a very long barrel. Finally, the Germans and their slaves had created a more or less satisfactory vehicle. But the USSR ran into some problems, especially with the main tank.
  The KV series underwent extensive development: more weight, more armament, larger caliber. And, of course, it couldn't become the main battle tank.
  The T-34 was a contender for the role of the most widely produced tank. Relatively simple to produce, it could win in numbers. The vehicle, with minor upgrades, entered mass production. But in 1943, when the Germans developed the Panther, a mainstay tank that had proven itself in combat, the Germans found themselves with a more powerful, more widely produced tank. Soon, the Panther-2, with its strong armor and long-barreled 88-mm gun, also appeared, making it clear that the T-34 was too small.
  Various ideas were floated, including the creation of a fundamentally new T-44 tank and modernization of the existing one. Stalin was passionate about the development of heavy tanks and somewhat lukewarm about medium and light vehicles. But the T-34 had the advantage of being mass-produced. It was becoming clear that the KV series could not, in numbers, counter the Third Reich, which had swallowed so many countries. A compromise was born: the T-34-85, which only replaced the turret of the main tank.
  This allowed for the preservation of mass production, but the 85-mm caliber was still insufficient to penetrate the frontal penetration of the most widely produced German tank, the Panther-2.
  The later E-50 goes without saying. At the end of 1944, the SU-100 appeared as a tank destroyer. But it, too, was inferior to the Panther-2. In early 1945, the Germans discontinued Panthers and Tigers, opting for the heavier E-50 modification as a tank superior to all its competitors. This vehicle could penetrate the frontal armor of both the heavy KV tanks and all other Soviet vehicles. Only the Lev-2 and the Royal Lion remained in production, but they were also slated to be replaced by a unified E series.
  The Germans had superiority over the USSR in numbers and quality. Moreover, Japan was preparing to strike from the east.
  Stalin didn't have complete information about the enemy's tank potential. But the USSR had 60,000 tanks in 120 divisions, not counting the armored vehicles of the infantry. Of these, 40,000 were T-34s and 5,000 KVs. Plus, a relatively small number of self-propelled guns, only a couple of thousand, mostly SU-100s and SU-152s.
  The forces were certainly considerable. But the Nazis, drawing on the potential of half the world, churned out countless tanks. Factories across Europe, as well as in Africa, Asia, Canada, the United States, and Australia, were working on them. The entire world, practically...
  The German tank fleet grew at a breakneck pace, especially after the American surrender. The Nazis focused primarily on the E-series, especially the E-50. These vehicles were more technologically advanced than the Panther, and more effective.
  
  By the spring of 1945, tank production had reached five thousand per month, and most of the vehicles could be classified as heavy. By June 1, 1945, the Nazis had approximately ninety thousand tanks. Of these, seventy-five thousand were deployed against the USSR. Another ten thousand were deployed by Germany's satellites: Turkey, Romania, Croatia, Slovenia, Italy, Hungary, Finland, Spain, Portugal, and the countries of Latin America.
  Against them, the USSR deployed forty-five thousand tanks and self-propelled guns in the European part. The balance of forces was almost twice as bad for Russia, and in heavy tanks, eight times as bad. True, the satellites' tanks were weaker and their crews less trained, but they didn't make a difference.
  Some Soviet tanks were stationed in Siberia and the Far East, where they faced Japan and its satellites and colonies. The Land of the Rising Sun deployed over thirty thousand tanks, though mostly medium ones.
  CHAPTER No 8.
  Another boy, Anton Shelestov, was enjoying his stay on the preferential level. A group of prison boys ran past alleys lined with luxurious, multicolored, lush, fragrant flowers. Anton was wearing only a pair of smart shorts, his beautiful, young legs bare, his tanned, muscular, and defined torso bare.
  And almost all the other boys are half-naked and barefoot. It's warm in Hell, even hot-three suns-red, yellow, and green-like the colors of a traffic light illuminating the path for eternal children. And of course, being naked is much more comfortable and pleasant. The preferential level is only two hours of light work therapy, with four and a half days off a week. Study for two hours five times a day. And the rest of the time is spent enjoying and having fun. Although it's not quite Heaven yet. For example, in Heaven you can choose any body you want, and not necessarily a human one, but here you're fourteen-year-old boys.
  Moreover, they pray at a reduced level, though standing, and not for too long. And in Heaven, both work and pray are purely voluntary. After all, God doesn't want people to pray under duress. But in Hell-Purgatory, the prayers of teenage boys are needed not by the Almighty, but by the sinners themselves, so that they become better, reform, and atone for their guilt and sins through prayer, work, and study. And, of course, prayer inspires and makes sinners better.
  And the young bodies of teenagers also influence consciousness in such a way that the mind becomes more agile, absorbing information better. Information flows much more easily into fresh, young brains, with their soul and personality intact. For example, how old is Antoshka? Fourteen in his past life. But he'd already been sent to pretrial detention, where he was severely beaten and humiliated, and ultimately finished off. As an innocent victim, Anton Shelestov could have immediately entered the privileged level of Hell-Purgatory, and now he would have been transferred to the real Paradise. Where everything is so good, and you have fabulous opportunities. And you can do whatever you want except harm other inhabitants of Paradise and, well, harass God.
  But you can, for example, take revenge on your enemies in a virtual game.
  Anton really wanted to punish the mustachioed, overweight dictator in Belarus, who had fueled police brutality. And that could be done in virtual Paradise.
  In Hell, there are entertainment options at a discounted rate. It's actually quite nice. Anton Shelestov's cell has two rooms, plus a bathroom. There's no toilet; fecal annihilators solve that problem.
  And you have a personal computer with Hypernet access. And a gravivisor with 3D color projection, and tens of millions of channels, including alien ones. There are some restrictions. At a preferential level, movies with a rating of 18+ are currently prohibited, but light erotica is already allowed, and especially science fiction. And there are some minor restrictions in games. For example, you can fight. And shooters, and military strategy games, and city-building games. Of course, it's better not to fight, but to build and care for people. And then there are restrictions on the cruelty of the means used.
  In Heaven, there is absolute freedom, but it's coupled with moral restraint. On the privileged level of Hell, you can order restaurant food and even beer, but stronger alcohol is still prohibited. However, it's unlikely that an enlightened person in Heaven would get drunk, even if there were entire stacks and columns of expensive vodka, cognac, liqueur, various wines, champagne, and other fine spirits.
  For example, Gena Davidenya got drunk, and instead of quickly moving from the general level to the light level, for being so drunk on a field trip that he squealed like a pig, he now ended up in the strict regime as punishment. And his blond, boyish hair was shaved off.
  So Anton regretted not holding back in pretrial detention, which is why he didn't immediately qualify for a preferential sentence. And he spent fifty years in perfectly humane conditions, a little worse than those on preferential terms, but perfectly acceptable. So how old is he really now? Sixty-five or fourteen?
  In general, it is wonderful that the Almighty God Jesus Christ showed self-sacrifice and poured out his endless grace on people, even the most sinful.
  And already in Paradise, having served their time and undergone correction, are many of the scoundrels of the past. Nebuchadnezzar is already enjoying himself there, as is Alexander the Great, the bloody conqueror, Julius Caesar, and the famous Pharaoh Cheops, who slaughtered many thousands of Egyptians while building his pyramid, a symbol for the world. Genghis Khan isn't there yet-he's too proud. But if he had sincerely repented and humbled himself, he, too, would be in Paradise.
  The Almighty God is love and grace! And a very kind God!
  Both the sick and the elderly, having found themselves in Purgatory Hell, rejoiced at the youthful and healthy bodies they received through the grace of the Almighty, the Merciful, and the Compassionate! And how well the mind functions in a youthful body! And many hardened bandits were treated to a different spectacle and reformed, becoming better.
  And now, barefoot, in shorts, boys, tanned and muscular, play and laugh, baring their teeth.
  Antoshka took the ball and kicked it with his bare foot, singing:
  And what did the Lord mean?
  He, being in a terrible distance...
  When the order was given to work,
  So that we do not remain in a dream.
  
  Though the royal attire is magnificent,
  But there is no more stingy person...
  Poverty shoots point-blank -
  Our world of suffering is an epic!
  
  And Adam is not to blame for this -
  A simple Soviet, Russian guy...
  He walked naked, not hiding his shame,
  Like a proletarian under tsarism!
  
  God gave him a limited amount of food,
  Foraging without knowing the forks...
  If you want more, you will be beaten!
  And drink with your palm without bottles.
  
  Adam suffered such a lot,
  In some kind of creepy, boring paradise!
  But the snake flew on wings,
  He understood: the man is suffering...
  
  There is a way out of the thicket,
  Build a city, give birth to offspring!
  So as not to wander around the grove for a period of time,
  Sometimes treachery is necessary!
  
  I stole the magic key from heaven,
  To leave the Eden of routine...
  There you will find the girl of your dreams,
  You can even perish in hell!
  
  Yes, of course there is a risk, boy.
  This planet is not a gift...
  But you will know conscience, honor,
  And you will find your soulmate!
  
  Adam received this key -
  He opened the gates and left paradise.
  The sinner spent a lot of energy,
  Stepping on the stones of large mountains...
  
  Here he sees the gate again -
  And again the winged serpent appeared...
  He said: I am a good Satan -
  The bolt opened by itself here...
  
  Adam entered and he sees -
  Such a painted miracle...
  A naked maiden beyond the hill,
  A third porcelain gold dish.
  
  But how good she is,
  Adam the boy couldn't hold back!
  And kiss her lips,
  Turned out to be sweeter than honey!
  
  
  She answered him -
  The bodies merged in a stormy ecstasy...
  No, don't curse Satan -
  The guys appeared in sin!
  
  God expelled them from paradise, but...
  The planet became their home.
  Even though people have only one sun,
  But the offspring became thousands!
  
  Yes, it was very difficult -
  Floods, droughts and winters.
  But the mind is a powerful oar,
  Man has become a powerful creation!
  
  How can an angel fly?
  How the demon of the mountains destroys the relief!
  Create a road where there is a causeway -
  Reach any point on land.
  
  But we need the space of space -
  We will be able to conquer it as well.
  So our sin is not a sentence,
  No, don't talk nonsense, priest!
  
  Without sin there is no progress,
  Movement of thoughts generates!
  There is one answer to the sermon:
  We don"t need someone else"s paradise!
  Anton started singing, and did the same with great enthusiasm. And the other boys sang along. And then Arkasha noticed:
  "We don't need someone else's Paradise! But our own Paradise is more precious to us, and we'd like to get there faster!"
  Another barefoot boy in shorts, tanned, with sun-bleached blond hair, remarked:
  "I'd be a pirate, Morgan's assistant. Hell's not bad here, much better than we thought. But I'd still like to get to Heaven quickly and try some rum there. Something sweet and strong, enough to gallop around and cause trouble!"
  Arkashka giggled and sang:
  - We must do it anyway! Drink some rum, brothers!
  Antoshka noticed:
  - Be careful - drinking is a sin!
  The pirate boy confirmed:
  "Yes, drinking is really bad! But those times on the pirate ship were fun, and I look back on them with nostalgia. True, I sometimes had toothaches and stomach aches in my past life! But otherwise, it was great!"
  The boy Seryozhka noticed:
  - Yes, in Hell-Purgatory, teeth don't hurt! It's so nice here! Such a wonderful body, flexible, agile, healthy, full of energy. And that in itself is wonderful!
  Antoshka tossed the ball onto his heel and remarked:
  - Yes, this is incredibly wonderful! We'll be super - when we get to Heaven, and it's fun now!
  Football is great to play, too. But you can also play on a computer. The screens are big and colorful, with 3D images. And those games turn out great.
  Hell isn't a place of torment, but of correction, of making people better. And, so to speak, it's not fire from heaven, but a combination of the carrot and the stick that's practiced here. It's like the red zone in a juvenile correctional facility. Everything here is so comfortable, yet at the same time, it fosters the spirit of Christianity and kindness.
  Boys playing... They're all different. Some entered the preferential level immediately after passing away as children, but most came from the stricter regimes of Hell-Purgatory, and now sincerely rejoice in the outpouring of Divine Grace.
  Although they say a friendly prayer before the game, they do it sincerely.
  And then a hologram appeared above: teenage girls, also privileged, appeared. They were already allowed to wear jewelry, including gemstones. And they were very beautiful, with flawless bodies.
  One of the girls leaned down towards them. Her bare feet landed with a thud. And the beauty said:
  - Salute, boys!
  The boys picked her up and started tossing her around. Anton sang:
  Solar circle,
  The sky around...
  This is a boy's drawing!
  She drew a girl,
  And he said goodbye!
  One of the boys, one of the more seasoned ones, remarked:
  - Sing something more interesting! Maybe something you composed yourself!
  Anton started singing again:
  I admire my sweet girl,
  And a strand of hair flows down the cheek,
  I'm head over heels in love with you, beauty,
  I'll pick a bouquet of snow-white roses!
  Several girls jumped off. And they began to dance energetically along with the boy prisoners.
  Usually, child prisoners preferred to go without shoes, which was quite convenient. And the young inmates of this Hell-Purgatory danced energetically.
  One of the girls chirped:
  Oh Motherland, I love you so much,
  There is nothing more beautiful in the entire universe...
  The Fatherland will not be torn apart ruble by ruble,
  There will be peace and happiness for all generations!
  The prisoner boy, flexing his abdominal muscles, exclaimed:
  - Let paradise be our homeland!
  Anton noticed and sang:
  Motherland, let the ugly sound,
  But we like her,
  Even though she's not a beauty!
  I trust bastards,
  Overthrown by executioners!
  O Lord have mercy,
  Do not torment our flesh!
  Boys and girls began tossing colorful balloons back and forth. They were so beautiful, they seemed to fall from the sky on their own.
  One of the boys sang:
  My God, how beautiful and pure you are,
  I believe that your rightness is infinite...
  You gave your glorious life on the cross,
  And now you will burn in my heart forever!
  The other boys and girls joined in chorus:
  You are the Lord of beauty, joy, peace and love,
  The embodiment of boundless bright light...
  You shed precious blood on the cross,
  The planet was saved by boundless sacrifice!
  After which, diamond-shaped raindrops splashed down on the child prisoners. The boys and girls were having fun. They were in the mood that schoolchildren get when summer break is just around the corner, it's May, and they've given you an extra day off, or a holiday. Like May 9th, or Pioneer Day. Back in Soviet times, on that day, all the amusement rides were free, and you could also get juice and cake for free.
  So, it was like a single day of communism for children. And even then, there were lines at the park. But this communism was only for children, and not for everyone, only those of Pioneer age-beyond those older or younger.
  But in the privileged realm of Hell-Purgatory, thanks to technological advances, everyone has plenty of resources. And you can achieve a decent level of happiness. And in Heaven, even more so. There, as they say, you have everything, and it's absolutely free. Just don't harm others. And you can hang out with as many girls as you like. Or with consenting survivors like yourself, or even with biorobots, which is also great. Besides, you don't have to look after them or exert yourself.
  And of course, in Heaven, you can start a family and have children. Either naturally or by carrying them in an incubator instead of in your womb.
  In Hell-Purgatory, the process of procreation is not yet available. But in Paradise, it is possible. Albeit with restrictions. To prevent overpopulation of the Universe-Paradise. Although the Almighty, Almighty God can expand it practically to infinity.
  The pirate boy noted, dancing:
  - We're having a lot of fun, believe me! Oh, our sunny girls!
  The dancing was truly magnificent. Both barefoot and boyish feet and girls' feet bounced.
  Anton said with a cheerful look:
  "It's much better than the pretrial detention center. The search was especially humiliating, especially since they searched me not to find anything, but to morally humiliate me!"
  The pirate boy giggled and roared:
  The corsairs cannot bear the humiliation,
  Let's all stand up for each other...
  We will not tolerate insults any longer,
  Let's crush the enemy with a steel hand!
  Seryozhka put his index finger to his lips:
  - Be careful! Don't get aggressive! Otherwise, you won't be allowed into Heaven!
  A former duke, a prisoner boy, remarked:
  "Aggression is sometimes necessary! Think about the heroes of the Bible, especially the Old Testament: were they pacifists?"
  Anton nodded:
  - Yes, especially if you remember King David! You can't call this king peaceful at all!
  The child prisoners of the privileged level of hell started singing:
  A ray of sunshine sparkles through the golden darkness,
  The cherub sent me greetings from God!
  The attack of evil spirits is an awakened swarm,
  The underworld brings many troubles!
  
  We do a lot of dirty tricks - vile deeds,
  You wish well - you remain alone!
  I wanted to break the shackles into pieces,
  But the collar that the master gave is strong!
  
  I remembered the feminine face of my beloved,
  Through the flames of battle and thunderstorms I will come!
  And into my heart, the sacred spirit penetrated,
  I feel heavy, I moan, I suffocate in delirium!
  
  Below us is a plain, a carpet of trees,
  The countless darkness of enemies has risen like a wall!
  But the angel of the Lord stretched out his right hand,
  It's time to win and say goodbye to melancholy!
  
  I praise Christ - he is divine,
  In my sinful soul: the Almighty sings!
  The motive is familiar to everyone, repeated in the psalms,
  Sharpen your spear and set out on a campaign!
  
  The God of peace meets with the darkest brow,
  The Holy Fatherland is betrayed by you!
  You lost your nerve in battle and parted with your sword,
  You have been conquered by the enemy - Satan!
  
  I answered God, bowing to the ground,
  Yes, man is weak, his flesh is like water!
  When things were tough, I called to you,
  The answer didn't come, I barely survived the fight!
  
  I ask you, O Almighty, give me one chance,
  To strain the will, to defeat the host of hell!
  Christ answered - he saw the hour of destruction,
  But I wanted to test your faith!
  
  Well then, go and pray - I will forgive you,
  The suffering of people, alas, I understand!
  Remember David, put a stone in your sling,
  All the sinners of the world are the sons of Christ!
  
  And so I fight, for the glory of Christ,
  And the stream flows, boiling blood!
  And mountains of the slain, the number of victims is countless,
  But I believe in the Almighty God love!
  This is how the young and cheerful prisoners of Hell-Purgatory sang. And these boys and the girls who jumped up to them smiled so brightly, and their teeth sparkled like pearls.
  The children began to catch the chocolate bars gently falling from the sky with their hands. And they did it with extraordinary skill.
  Anton Shelestov noted:
  - It's almost paradise!
  The former filibuster nodded:
  - The only thing missing is some sweet and strong rum!
  The boy asked:
  - Doesn't your head hurt? After all, alcohol constricts the blood vessels in the brain?
  The pirate boy answered not too confidently:
  "In bodies that are possible on Earth. But our bodies are much more perfect and younger, so maybe nothing hurts in them!"
  Anton chuckled and noted:
  - Like in the song - forever young, forever drunk!
  One of the female prisoners noted:
  - We'll get to Paradise! And there's not much time left until then; time flies in eternal youth! And then we'll really get going!
  The prisoner boy Seryozhka chirped:
  - We will soon get to Paradise,
  Pleasures to the brim!
  And the child prisoners laughed and stamped their bare feet, which were tanned and slightly callused. It's hot in Purgatory Hell, and running barefoot is a great pleasure.
  This is how happy they were...
  Anton thought he regretted ending up in Hell so early. He hadn't had the chance to live. Although he'd been unlucky enough to end up in a juvenile detention center for no apparent reason. But it was a shame to leave Earth so early, even considering you didn't have time to sin. In any case, the teenage boy was now in a good place, with the prospect of going to a better place.
  On Earth, many people depict Hell in a rather silly way. Yuri Petukhov is especially worthy of mention, as he depicted the underworld as the delirium of someone suffering from severe schizophrenia, even complete with severe insanity. Could the Almighty God really be like that?
  Jesus Christ himself said: God is Love! And the Almighty's main goal is not to punish sinners, but to re-educate them so they become better. And there should be a certain amount of freedom even in Hell-Purgatory, and especially, of course, in Heaven! So don't think people are being burned there. That's a primitive notion. And the expression "fiery Gehenna" is a metaphor. Some less-than-intelligent believers, like Adventists, understand this primitively and literally. However, evangelical missionaries, for example, when working among the Chukchi and Aleuts, encountered this problem. They think of heaven as a fire to keep them warm.
  And we have to resort to other metaphors and allegories to show Hell. So we shouldn't take everything so literally.
  And of course, there is punishment in Hell-Purgatory-severe discipline, work therapy, and the need to pray. For ideological fighters against God or Satanists, the latter is akin to torture. Although they get used to it. For example, Marat Kazei, as a fourteen-year-old boy and a Pioneer hero, could already be in Heaven, having been placed on a lighter level, or perhaps even a preferential one. Because killing invaders is a far lesser sin than killing innocent people. However, murder is wrong in any case in the eyes of the Almighty. But killing fascists is justified, especially if the person understands who they are. It's still a sin, but an understandable and forgiven sin.
  But Marat Kazei was brazen and insisted there was no God. He also had a few other sins, including having sex with an older woman outside of marriage and smoking. That's why he remained in the strict prison, where he even refused to pray.
  Marat was a prickly, tough boy who often fought. You wouldn't call him kind, but that's understandable. Children are a pretty cruel bunch, and you can't earn their respect without using your fists, so Marat's father was an enemy of the people.
  But many in heaven and Paradise pleaded for Marat Kazei, asking that he be quickly transferred from the strict level to a more lenient one. And then a miracle occurred. By the will of the Most Merciful and Compassionate Almighty, Marat Kazei was transferred to a more lenient level.
  The boy prisoners rejoiced at their new, brave comrade and pioneer hero.
  CHAPTER No 9.
  But with Hitler, it was quite the opposite. Public opinion in Heaven was against transferring this odious dictator and bloody tyrant from the enhanced level of Hell to the more severe one. And the enhanced level of Hell-Purgatory seemed too lenient for this tyrant.
  Indeed, even though there are no days off or entertainment on the intensive level, in addition to twelve hours of occupational therapy, there are four hours of study. And there they show movies, and sometimes broadcast news from Earth, so at least there are some fresh sensations and entertainment, and knowledge can be squeezed in. That is, even there, by the will of the Most Merciful and Compassionate Almighty, there are at least some bright spots in life.
  Plus, by grace, even the most abject sinner receives the youthful, healthy, perfect, muscular body of a fourteen-year-old boy. Which in itself is an immense blessing! And the Most High God-the Merciful and Compassionate-has placed eternity in our hearts. That is, He has endowed all living beings with an immortal soul. And this is already the Greatest Grace. But it is no accident that God's Son, Jesus Christ, said, "God is Love!" And He used the highest expression of love-in Greek.
  And most importantly, the Atoning Sacrifice of Jesus Christ made it possible for everyone, without exception, to be saved! Such is the Power of God the Son. It helped give everyone the opportunity to come to Paradise, sooner or later.
  Which, of course, wasn't to everyone's liking. Hitler really going to Heaven? It seemed outlandish to many. Although, for example, many ancient conquerors had already been in Heaven. Alexander the Great, for example, was no angel either... He shed so much blood and wanted to be counted among the gods. And many others. Genghis Khan had already reached the privileged level of Hell-Purgatory and should soon find himself in Heaven.
  And if we take into account the population size, he shed more blood than Hitler.
  So, of course, there's room for debate here. But Genghis Khan committed atrocities a long time ago, and time heals wounds. Hitler's atrocities are more recent, just as Vladimir Putin's atrocities are even more recent. But the latter is a special case, especially since the Russian dictator didn't even want to repent. Meanwhile, Germany's former Fuhrer repented quite sincerely and wanted to make amends.
  So an angel appeared to him while he was working in the quarry. And, glittering with gold leaf, he announced:
  "By the will of the Most Merciful and Compassionate Almighty, you are destined to fulfill a special mission. If we are convinced you have changed, you will be transferred to a less severe level of Hell-Purgatory, but if not, you will return to the more severe level!"
  The boy-Fuhrer knelt down and answered:
  - I am ready to accept any will of the Almighty God!
  The angel stated:
  "Then may you be transported! To a special world created by the Almighty. There you must find the dust of the Most Holy Theotokos. And it will not fall into evil hands! Do this, and your path to Paradise will be shorter!"
  Adolf Hitler replied with a sigh:
  - I rely in everything on the Almighty - the merciful and compassionate!
  The cherub nodded:
  - May the will of the Almighty God be done!
  The boy-Führer felt a slight jolt, as if he'd been picked up and carried away. A moment later, Adolf found himself on a lawn. It was covered in fresh orange grass. It was slightly cooler than hell. The bare feet of the fourteen-year-old boy felt soft plants instead of the rocky quarry soil, and they felt blissful. And the surrounding nature was so beautiful, with butterflies with colorful wings and silvery dragonflies flying about. An idyll, not a world... And in the sky, a sun was shining, almost earthly, and with it another, violet, small but bright.
  Hitler the boy even sang with delight:
  The sun is shining brightly,
  The sparrow chirps...
  To be kind in this world,
  Have fun!
  The Führer had truly changed. And he himself was ashamed of his cannibalistic actions in his past life. Especially the persecution of Jews, simply because they were Jews. It was one thing to fight partisans-everyone there had a finger in the gun-but quite another to kill people loyal to the regime simply because they belonged to a certain nationality. So what possessed the Führer then? How did he become such a monster?
  A boy in a funny hat, a real gnome, suddenly appeared in front of him, and he asked:
  - You seem to be a great sinner?
  Hitler replied with a sigh:
  - Yes, unfortunately it"s big!
  The gnome boy then chirped:
  - Guess the riddle! Ready?
  The boy-Fuhrer nodded:
  - I'll try!
  The young gnome chirped again:
  - What do you have, but others use it more often than you!
  Adolf answered confidently:
  - My glory! Although it"s better not to have such a thing!
  The gnome boy laughed and replied:
  - For others, that's usually just their name. But let yours be famous, I see you're no ordinary person!
  The boy-Fuhrer sang in response a phrase from a Vysotsky song:
  Comrade Stalin, you are a great scientist,
  You know a lot about Marx's science...
  And I am a simple Soviet prisoner,
  And my comrade, the Bryansk wolf!
  The young gnome chuckled and noted:
  - Bravo, you have a sense of humor! By the way, Stalin sounds familiar. Where have I heard it?
  The boy Hitler answered hesitantly:
  - I think it was connected with the war!
  The gnome nodded confidently:
  - Yes, that's right! With a big war on one of the human planets. Tell me, do you love God?
  The boy-Fuhrer answered confidently:
  - Of course! God is merciful and compassionate!
  The gnome boy asked:
  - Do you think that if the Germans had developed the "Lion" tank, would it have affected the outcome of the war?
  Boy Hitler shrugged:
  "Not significantly... This tank is heavier and more expensive than the Tiger-2, but its armor is superior only to the front of the hull. As for the gun, while it has a larger caliber and superior damage output than the Tiger-2's 88mm gun, it has a lower rate of fire. And the larger caliber means a smaller ammunition reserve."
  The young thunderer noted:
  - You're smart! Listen, do you want to do a good deed?
  The boy-Fuhrer nodded vigorously:
  - I really want to!
  The gnome boy flicked his fingers and a magic wand appeared in his right palm. The magnificent wizard noted:
  - I warn you, it might hurt!
  And he waved it...
  The boy-Führer suddenly found himself in the cold, wearing only his swimming trunks. He saw a scene: three SS men walking behind him. Two policemen in front, and two more behind, also carrying whips. And on a rope was a girl of about twelve. She was wearing only a tattered dress, and she was splashing barefoot in the snow. Her little feet were reddened from the cold. Around her neck hung a plaque with the inscription: "I am a partisan."
  Hitler, indignant, rushed to intercept them. The girl's back was lacerated; two vile policemen were whipping the unfortunate child with wire.
  The boy-Fuhrer ran in front of her, waving his arms and shouting:
  - Don't you dare! Let the child go!
  The naked, muscular boy, wearing only swimming trunks, was tanned and shaved. The Nazis were somewhat taken aback by him. But then they raised their submachine guns and began clicking their bolts. Hitler realized he was about to be shot at and roared in German:
  - My father is an SS general! I am ordered to give this girl to me!
  The SS officer asked:
  - Why are you naked?
  Hitler the boy replied:
  - Because I am tempering myself like a true Aryan!
  The boy really was muscular and handsome, with a tuft of blond hair and spoke good German. And so the Nazis believed him. They handed the end of the rope tied to the girl's neck to Hitler. And the boy-Führer led her on.
  Bare feet left footprints, two pairs of children's. The girl walked beside him. Her bare feet were scarlet from the cold, like goose paws. The boy, too, felt uneasy, especially after the eternal summer of Hell. He quickened his pace, asking:
  - Do you know which hut will accept you?
  The partisan girl replied:
  "I can't say that, boy. They're afraid they'll be shot. And I probably won't make it to the nearest partisan base!"
  Hitler-Boy squeaked:
  - Get on my back! I'll carry you!
  The girl sat on the handsome teenager's muscular, sinewy back. Hitler, accustomed to hard labor in the quarries of Hell, broke into a jog. And the girl guided him, showing him where to run.
  The muscular teenager raced like a stallion. Even though the snow burned the boy's rough soles, Hitler felt like he had hymns playing in his head.
  And yet, how many people died because of him... But then, up ahead, among the sugbrs, a hidden dugout appeared-a partisan base. There, the girl gave the password. And they let her in, along with Hitler. A fur coat was immediately thrown over the girl. The boy was also given pants, a tunic, and boots.
  But Hitler didn't have time to get dressed. He suddenly found himself back in the fairytale forest, wearing only his swimming trunks.
  The gnome boy replied with a smile:
  - You're so good! Now answer me - who is red on the outside and white on the inside?
  The Fuhrer replied with a smile:
  - It's a radish!
  The gnome boy laughed and replied:
  - Great! Okay, now another test awaits you.
  And again the young wizard waved his magic wand.
  The boy-Führer found himself in a big city. Sentences were passed and punishments carried out in the square.
  A beautiful, tanned girl had just been brought out, wearing only a loincloth. She had fair hair and tanned skin, and her bare, graceful feet walked across the platform.
  The boy-Führer suddenly felt a weight on his back and saw that he was carrying a bag containing a small pouch filled with something heavy. Adolf opened it slightly. And whistled: gold.
  The herald announced:
  "This girl, the daughter of the patrician Zenobius, converted to Christianity and refused to bow to the emperor's statue. For this, they propose selling her into slavery and flogging her with a hundred lashes without mercy!"
  The judge, wearing a pink robe embroidered with gold, asked:
  - Are you ready to renounce your God and recognize Emperor Nero as a deity?
  The girl shook her head:
  - No!
  The judge muttered:
  - Then whip her! If she remains alive after the whipping, she will be sold to a brothel.
  The girl's arms were twisted and she was dragged away. The boy Hitler cried out:
  - No! Since she's a slave, I'm buying her!
  The judge exclaimed:
  - She's very beautiful and expensive! If you, a barefoot boy, have that kind of money?
  Hitler pulled out a sack of gold and tossed it. A half-naked slave boy ran up and placed the sack on the scales. The judge replied with satisfaction:
  - Well, the price is enough! She's yours!
  The boy Hitler was delighted, but the judge"s dry voice added:
  "And now she must receive the hundred lashes she received as a result of the court's sentence. Because the purchase does not cancel the court's sentence."
  And the girl was seized by the executioners again. The boy-Führer cried out:
  - No! Since I'm now her master, responsibility for her now rests with me. I'm ready to take on the slave's guilt!
  The judge replied with a smile:
  - So be it! Take her place!
  The boy-Führer was led to the platform. He looked like a slave - muscular, sinewy, half-naked and tanned, clad only in swimming trunks. Slave boys were often flogged. So they led him to the pole, his hands chained, his bare feet shackled. The executioner offered him a gag, but the boy-Führer firmly refused:
  - I am a slave only to God, and I will endure!
  The executioner was enormous, over two meters tall, took a soaked whip from a mortar and hit the boy with all his might on his bare, muscular back.
  Adolf's breath caught in the pain, but he clenched his teeth and, breathing heavily, held back a scream. The whip fell upon him again. And it truly hurt.
  The crowd roared with approval: it was unheard of for a master to take responsibility for a slave himself. Although, look at how beautiful the girl was, and a boy of about fourteen, half-naked and looking like a young slave, was responsible for her. And they found that interesting.
  The tanned, smooth skin on the boy's back split, and blood gushed. Adolf Hitler gritted his teeth and endured. His muscular chest, a teenager, shook with pain. Blow after blow followed. The executioner swung at full force. Droplets of blood and sweat flew in all directions. The whip whistled. Then the executioner took another, even more slashing one in his gloved paws. And he struck even harder. Hitler felt as if lava were erupting on his back. How cruel and painful it was.
  The boy-Führer endured, gritting his teeth. Then the whip struck the boy across his bare heels. And he cried out in pain once more.
  The executioner struck and struck with all his might, his breathing becoming heavy. And the boy felt his consciousness growing cloudy, and then, with the final blow, the boy-Führer passed out. And lost consciousness.
  The executioner dealt a couple more blows. And the judge exclaimed:
  - One hundred!
  A bucket of ice water was poured over the unconscious boy-Fuhrer, and Adolf Hitler came to his senses.
  After which the executioner freed him from his chains, and the bloodied young Führer staggered off the platform. He nodded to the slave girl and said:
  - I paid for you, you can go wherever you want!
  The girl Zenobia answered:
  - I will follow Jesus, and I invite you to follow me!
  And here was Adolf Hitler again, back in the clearing. And before him, as before, the gnome boy was prancing around, spinning and shaking his magic wand.
  Now the boy wizard waved his wand again. And a new, alternative history was born.
  The grenade didn't explode-that happens. And so the girl was captured. Well, the Germans didn't beat her too badly, they were afraid to hurt the child.
  And they took Lara in for interrogation. And SS Captain Kluge began interrogating her.
  He asked the girl:
  - Aren't you afraid in captivity!?
  Lara answered bravely:
  - No!
  Kluge muttered:
  - You will die and be forgotten!
  The girl answered bravely:
  - Maybe they'll forget about me. But there are two hundred million of us, and it's impossible to forget us all!
  Kluge grinned carnivorously and asked:
  - Aren't you afraid of pain?
  Lara muttered:
  - The greatest pain is to see you fascists on our land!
  Haupman growled:
  - I will order you to be tortured!
  The pioneer girl shouted:
  - Talking to you is already torture!
  Kluge ordered:
  - Let Frau Gerda and Frida interrogate her!
  Two women entered the room. Gerda was a young-looking, fair-haired, beautiful woman, quite tall and slender. Frida was older and heavier, but also tall.
  She smirked and noted:
  - Poor girl, what awaits you!
  Gerda licked her lips and remarked:
  - She's a redhead... And I'm a blonde - it's a good combination!
  Kluge noted:
  - We need to find out where the partisans' weapons cache is!
  Gerda smiled ironically and asked:
  - Does she know this?
  Kluge nodded:
  "A reliable source reported her as a liaison for the partisans. And she also knows safe houses in other villages and who works for the partisans!"
  Frida noted with a predatory smile:
  - We'll take care of her!
  The girl was taken to a special room for active interrogation. It resembled a medical office. Various sized forceps, syringes, knives, scalpels, enemas, and various other surgical instruments were hung there.
  A rather pretty girl in a white coat sat in the chair. Lara couldn't help but think she was a nurse. But then she actually felt scared. This red-haired German beauty had eyes that weren't exactly angry, but somehow hungry. Like a fox that saw a fat chicken.
  In good Russian, the girl in the white coat asked:
  - Well, my little chick, you'll tell us everything nicely, or we'll have to prick you with a thick needle!
  Lara glanced around involuntarily. To one side stood the dentist's chair, complete with drills, and that was ominous. And on the other side was the gynecological chair.
  And also some kind of machine with electrodes through which current is passed.
  Yes, the torture chamber here is equipped quite modernly!
  Lara felt an unpleasant chill in her lower abdomen. She became genuinely afraid, because professional executioners could inflict terrible pain.
  The girl in the white coat smiled, it seemed sweet, but this smile made me feel scared, and said:
  - Let's take off her shoes! We'll also check if she's hiding anything in her boots.
  Lara's boots were good and new. Before, she'd gone barefoot until the snow hit. Then she'd wear rather rough and uncomfortable shoes. But for her exceptional service, she'd been awarded a medal from the mainland and fur boots. And she had to be captured wearing them.
  Since the girl was in no hurry to take them off herself, Frida and Gerda tackled the young partisan and roughly ripped off her boots. Then, more carefully, so as not to tear them, they pulled off her black stockings.
  Lara was barefoot. She was wearing only a dress, as the Germans had already taken her fur coat when they detained her. They had roughly groped her and even torn off her sweater. But the commander forbade them to take off her boots or undress her further.
  Now the girl was faced with something sophisticated.
  The girl in the white coat noted:
  - You have beautiful legs. They are very graceful.
  She stood up and walked over to Lara. She ran her finger over her bare sole, saying:
  - However, your feet are rough and calloused. Have you been walking barefoot a lot?
  Lara nodded:
  - Until mid-October. Then it started snowing, and the white fluff started burning my heels too much!
  Gerda answered with a smile:
  "I like to go barefoot too. It's more agile and you can sneak up on me unnoticed. And when your feet get rough, you don't feel the cold as much."
  The girl in the white coat suggested:
  - Maybe I should put her bare, sweet feet on an electric stove and turn on the current and heat them up nice and hard?
  Gerda nodded with a smile:
  - Yes, of course it hurts! But in this case, the roast might burn!
  The nurse giggled and noted:
  "You can rub it with olive oil, and then it will hurt even more, but at the same time it won't hurt. And we'll repeat the torture again and again!"
  Frida confirmed:
  - Come on! She'll talk like this!
  Gerda asked the girl Lara with a smile:
  "Will you tell us who's still underground? Where's the partisan hideout in the forest? Who are you in contact with in the villages and the city? Or should I continue torturing you?"
  The girl in the white coat corrected:
  - It's not you who should torture, but us!
  Lara turned deathly pale. She remembered accidentally touching a hot stove and burning herself, leaving blisters on her toes that ached long and excruciatingly. But that touch had lasted only a short time. And now they would simply cauterize her entire sole, and it would be both long and incredibly painful.
  Frida, puffing, held up two small slabs of wires. They were designed to make it easier to secure the girl's little feet.
  Gerda went to the cabinet and pulled out a tube of oil and Vaseline, which was supposed to prevent major burns and blisters.
  And the beautiful, blonde German girl began to rub the soles of Lara's feet, which had become rough from long periods of walking barefoot.
  Frida remarked with a predatory smile:
  "Oh, those poor, unfortunate little girls' feet. They're still so sweet, so small, so childish, so bare and defenseless. What excruciating torture awaits them."
  Gerda finished lubricating the partisan girl's feet. They inserted them into the sockets and secured them tightly. The wires were secured and the plug was inserted into the sockets.
  Afterwards, the girl in the white coat asked Lara:
  - Are you going to talk?
  The girl answered bravely, although her voice trembled with fear:
  - No!
  Gerda noticed:
  - When your heels are fried on an electric stove, it really hurts!
  Lara turned pale, shuddered and answered:
  - I know that! But I still won't say anything!
  The girl in the white coat turned the switch, and the stove creaked slightly as it began to heat up.
  So far, however, it"s been slow, and I didn"t feel it right away.
  Gerda asked:
  - Who did you keep in touch with in the city?
  Lara replied with a sigh:
  - I won't tell!
  Frida suggested:
  - Maybe it would be better to whip her with wire, barbed wire at that!
  Gerda suggested:
  - Or even better, red-hot!
  The girl in the white coat objected:
  - No! Larisa Mikheiko should be questioned on all points, and carefully, like a priest at confession.
  Frida smiled and suggested:
  - What about current?
  The girl with red hair answered confidently:
  - It will come to that too.
  Lara's bare heels began to burn. The girl twitched. But her feet were secured in special torture clamps very tightly. She sighed heavily and clenched her teeth to hold back a groan.
  The girl in the white coat asked:
  - Maybe you can tell me?
  Lara shook her red head and croaked:
  - No, I won't tell!
  Gerda suggested:
  - Let's break her rib!
  The nurse-executioner turned up the heat on the stove. The burning on Lara's bare feet became even more intense. The partisan girl groaned, but immediately bit her lip. Her pale face was covered in sweat, revealing the pain and utter agony she was in.
  Frida noted:
  - A stubborn partisan!
  The nurse nodded:
  - Of course! But we've broken worse! If necessary, we can even drill her teeth!
  Lara shuddered and turned even paler. These were merciless executioners.
  And the girl's bare feet were fried and baked. And it was very painful.
  CHAPTER No 10.
  Petka worked with his father, Vaska. She, a boy, planted flowers. There are also four hours of occupational therapy at the advanced level, but there are now three and a half days off a week. That is, days when there is only study and prayer. The prison guard angels, quite attractive girls, watch over the sinful boys. To make sure they don't fight. Before starting work, the child prisoners said a prayer, but standing, not kneeling. This is already a good level, where there are plenty of entertainment and excursions to Heaven are arranged much more often.
  Since it's hot in Hell-Purgatory, most boys prefer to wear shorts and go barefoot. They're tanned like Indians or Arabs, but their hair is light. At the upper level, you can have a longer haircut.
  And you can talk while you work - this isn't a concentration camp.
  Vaska remarked with a smile:
  "I didn't have time to live in retirement. I died quite early. But it's so wonderful here; immediately, freed from the body, my soul felt such lightness. And then you're a healthy, beautiful teenager-how wonderful!"
  Petka nodded and stamped his bare foot, like a teenager of about fourteen:
  "Yes, it's a wonderful young body. Hell, or rather purgatory, is very reminiscent of a children's sports camp. Apart from occupational therapy, everything here is great. And studying is interesting! We learned so many interesting things!"
  And the young prisoners began to sing with enthusiasm:
  What you have done is radiant,
  Grace has been poured out upon the human race!
  This is what you, holy God, gave me,
  Soul, joy, heartfelt mercy!
  
  Lucifer, having turned us into Sodom,
  The offspring of sin and pride!
  He raised his sword to the sacred throne of the Lord,
  And he decided that now he was omnipotent!
  
  Chorus.
  My God, how beautiful and pure you are,
  I believe that you are infinitely right!
  You gave your glorious life on the cross,
  And now there will be bitterness in my heart forever!
  
  You are the Lord of beauty, joy, peace and love,
  The embodiment of boundless, bright light!
  You shed precious blood on the cross,
  The planet was saved by boundless sacrifice!
  
  Evil rages in rebellious hearts,
  Satan is tearing the human race apart with his claws!
  But death will be cast into dust,
  And the Lord will be with us forever!
  
  The devil waged war against the Lord God.
  The enemy fought cruelly and treacherously!
  But Christ crushed Satan with love,
  Having proven his truth on the cross!
  
  We brothers must merge into one stream,
  Direct your heart, mind and feelings to Jesus!
  So that the Great God may help us to be saved,
  And forever and ever we will praise the Lord!
  
  So that the soul may find its peace forever,
  The whole world must work together in the Lord"s harvest!
  And forever, Almighty, we will be with you,
  I want to pray harder and harder!
  
  What you have done will last forever,
  Infinite and wise ruler of the universe!
  You illuminated me with the streams of life,
  And I believe that our love will be true!
  The child prisoners sang, and it was so touching and delightful. It literally soothed my soul.
  A huge screen turned on and a movie began to be shown to the young sinners. Some interesting action was unfolding.
  Elena, daughter of Svarog, the God-Creator of heaven and earth, and the head of military affairs, swung her swords, saying:
  - It's disgusting if your hand,
  Brother raises his arm against brother...
  Soak the sick bitch,
  And the Chekist adversary!
  And her swords struck the Orc Guards. They seemed to hit a transparent wall and froze. Their clubs began to sprout buds.
  Zoya also swung her sword and sang:
  The child's thoughts are honest,
  Bring the light to mind...
  Although our children are honest,
  Satan drew them into evil!
  And so the riot police, the orc guards, and the police began to turn into blooming and bright buds of tulips and violets.
  Victoria, daughter of the Black God, also swung her swords. And her blade possessed magical powers. And the warriors of Butin's criminal regime were transformed into mere cacti.
  And now Nadezhda, too, was swinging her swords. And her blades were simply powerful, deadly. Lightning rained down from them. She truly is Perun's daughter-merciless, bright, and kind all at once.
  Butin's warriors turned into burning candles before our eyes.
  And Nadezhda sang, baring her teeth:
  - The gods speak wisely,
  Do good boy...
  There will be a great result,
  After all, We care!
  Some of the Orcmon and special forces soldiers experienced magical transformations. The rest opened hysterical fire with their machine guns. But the girls, with their bare toes, launched bolts of magical plasma. And they transformed into shields. When they hit the transparent surface, the bullets bounced off, turning into lollipops and sweet candies.
  Elena, who was called the Wise, also snapped her bare toes. Another line of "oprichniks" froze, transforming into trees covered in green foliage.
  After which the goddess girl cooed:
  - For our Motherland,
  Let's cut up evil people!
  Victoria also took up the gesture, waving her bare toes and sending candies and lollipops flying toward the police. They pierced the ranks, turning the enemy into weeds.
  The daughter of the Black God, of course, possesses colossal power.
  And if lightning strikes, it will burn the enemy as if he were blotting paper.
  And from Victoria's ruby nipple a lightning bolt struck.
  Zoya, this daughter of the White God, also with bare toes,
  sent deadly gifts of death. And the candies getting into
  The Ork Guard turned soldiers into beautiful flowers and bright berries on the bushes.
  Zoya took it and sang:
  - Apple and pear trees are blooming,
  The fields are spreading like gold...
  And pears fly over the Earth,
  The generous Earth will be glorious!
  And her crimson nipples also thump, only this time the lightning bolts are much softer, spreading like a cow's tongue. Transforming her enemies into something magnificent and fragrant with an exquisite aroma.
  Nadezhda also uses bare toes with great effect.
  And now again the ranks found themselves burning from her blow.
  And what if Perun's daughter takes them and hits them with her strawberry nipples.
  You must admit, this is something truly terrifying. It's simply shocking.
  And lightning enveloped the police and the orc guard like a cocoon envelops a butterfly.
  Of course, Elena also used her scarlet nipples. Which were pounding,
  and everything was literally ground into powder.
  Elena took it and sang:
  - The girl was recently a slave,
  And now she's just a cool goddess!
  And all four girls whistled at once. And to the numerous,
  The police units were showered with fainted crows.
  They pierced the heads of the Orcguards and Orcmons with their sharp beaks.
  The girls are great. But then the armored personnel carriers try to run them over.
  Victoria fired her ruby nipples at the enemy, and the fighting units immediately began to rust and crumble.
  And when Nadezhda hit with her strawberry nipples, the armored personnel carriers became,
  burn and melt together with the crews.
  The police officers sitting behind the wheel jumped out, they were literally charred.
  Zoya, the daughter of the good White God, noted:
  - This is too harsh!
  And the pink buds of the nipples released softer and more colorful lightning.
  And the armored personnel carriers began to turn into delicious cream cakes.
  And of course, decorated with sweet buds of wonderful flowers.
  It looked extremely beautiful and rich.
  Elena, of course, also gave in to the enemy with the help of,
  scarlet nipples and breasts. And the Beteers began to turn into metal fragments.
  and some junk.
  Elena sang:
  - Who destroys his people,
  What a moral scoundrel!
  Victoria readily agreed with this and again gave lightning bolts.
  When such a lush, high, tanned chest throws out such
  cascades of destruction, then it is impressive.
  Victoria took it and cooed:
  - Open the gates - an army of bacilli,
  Devils are crawling out of damp graves!
  Zoya remarked wittily, baring her teeth, which sparkled like pearls.
  And she noted, winking:
  - For Kievan Rus!
  And again, he takes it upon himself to pound her with his nipples. And he does it with extreme precision.
  And it will turn a mass of enemies into something beautiful or appetizing.
  Victoria noted:
  - And your cakes are nothing special!
  Zoya nodded in agreement:
  - Of course it's super!
  Helicopters try to attack the girls from the sky. They fire rockets. They rush towards the warriors.
  But from the poppy-red nipples of the beauties' breasts, pulsars fly out.
  And immediately the rockets turn into delicious culinary products,
  and also sausage sticks.
  And it all looks so beautiful and rich.
  Elena sang with a smile, baring her teeth and winking:
  - Let's raise our glasses to delicious food!
  And so all four girls took and from the scarlet nipples of the breasts, sent,
  A magical tsunami of plasma. And the helicopters, right in mid-flight, began to transform into something.
  Those that fell under Zoya's lightning were delicious culinary or meat products.
  Nadezhda's lightning caused the fire, because she is Perun's daughter.
  Augustina, the daughter of the Black God, turned everything into ashes, without fire and into dust.
  Elena turned helicopters into harmless combine harvesters and cars. They're also useful around the house.
  Lightning from the girls' ruby nipples turned the war machines into inanimate objects, completely disarming them.
  Then the beauties moved back to the police. Let's turn them
  in a variety of ways and to suit your taste.
  Zoya said wittily:
  - We do good!
  There were indeed police officers, and ice cream appeared,
  in chocolate. And the packs are literally as tall as a person.
  Of course, the children were delighted with such portions. One would have been enough for a hundred.
  Human.
  Victoria, of course, simply destroyed the bodies of the orc guard fighters.
  She is a girl who is the daughter of the Black God.
  Against which no one can resist.
  And in destruction and annihilation she has no equal.
  The red-haired warrior took and sang:
  Why does evil exist in the universe?
  Because people also need choice...
  When a person doesn"t care,
  He risks ending up on the rack!
  Zoya noted, baring her face in a smile:
  - Choice is good, but doing good is even better!
  And the girls again fired lightning bolts at the approaching special forces units.
  Elena wittily remarked, seeing everyone"s transformations:
  - They by nature, and we by witchcraft!
  Victoria sent lightning bolts from her ruby nipples again and sang:
  - Oak trees-sorcerers, whisper something in the fog,
  From the slanted gates, someone's shadows rise...
  Do not destroy people in the battle of the evil Orcians,
  Let the aggressor get it - Butin is completely kaput!
  Elena responded aggressively:
  Butin the cannibal will get his,
  It will burn like a spider in fire...
  In the underworld, torment the president,
  There is no need to behave like Satan!
  Victoria readily confirmed:
  - Oh, and he'll get it!
  And the warriors sang in chorus:
  - People are dying for the Cheka, for the Cheka,
  People are dying for the Cheka, for the Cheka!
  The power of dope is great, great!
  The power of dope is great, great!
  And again, lightning bolts of deadly force and colossal destructive power fly out of their chests.
  Or creative power, like Zoya's.
  Nadezhda, burning the fighters, took and sang:
  -And in every police baton,
  I see Butina's grin...
  The stupid look of his empty eyes,
  Orcish nightmare sunset!
  Warriors are what change everything and lead to a new quality.
  So they went and repurposed all the helicopters and armored personnel carriers. It was pretty cool. And of the equipment that President Butin's troops possessed in large quantities, all that's left are, at best, cakes, candies, chocolates, and pastries.
  Elena the Wise, daughter of Svarog, repurposed some technology into something peaceful and useful, including scooters, motorcycles, bicycles, and so on.
  These are these girls. Their strength seems immeasurable.
  And the police infantry, riot police and the orc guard, seeing the fate of their colleagues, began to run away.
  Now that really was a fight.
  Elena took it and sang:
  Humanity has iron technology,
  Certainly necessary and very useful...
  But the girls are barefoot, they worship Rod,
  And with their scythes, they fight fiercely!
  The warriors, however, saw that the battle was not yet over. Attack aircraft attempted to attack them from the sky. They took off over Moscow and raced in a four-horse formation.
  But the girls were naturally on guard. When the missiles flew at the beauties, they blasted their scarlet breasts with magical plasma. Right in mid-flight, the missiles began to transform into huge, brightly wrapped candies. And they literally sparkled.
  Then one large candy shattered into a thousand smaller ones, and they fell onto the pavement like rain.
  Then Nadezhda took it and pounded it with her strawberry nipples.
  Lightning struck the attack aircraft, entangling it in a web of fire. It literally burned up like a paper airplane.
  Victoria also fired lightning bolts from her ruby nipples. And the Orks stormtroopers literally crumbled to dust.
  The Black God's daughter sang:
  Hope, our earthly compass,
  Luck is the reward of courage...
  One song is enough,
  If only it would sing about Rod!
  The Slavs had a Single, Chief, Almighty, and Supreme God - Rod! He is the Beginning and Originator of All!
  It was Rod who gave birth to Svarog, Chernobog, Belobog, and Perun. As well as the endless love Lada.
  Rod is the Creator of the entire Universe. However, his Sons-Svarog, Belobog, Chernobog, Perun, and his daughter Lada-also created the universe together with the Almighty Father Rod.
  So the universe and planet Earth are a collective effort. Once upon a time, Hyperborea existed in the place of modern Russia and Kievan Rus'. It was home to the ancestors of the Slavs, who worshiped the Russian demiurge gods. And such a happy place it was. People knew no troubles. They didn't get sick, didn't age, didn't suffer.
  And they even flew to other planets, and not just those in the Solar System. But as soon as the Russian people turned away from their Gods in favor of the newcomers, countless misfortunes befell Rus'. Including the Mongol-Tatar yoke. And people began to grow old and sick, to fight, to lie, and to steal.
  Such misfortune befell Rus' when people abandoned the Russian demiurge-gods who had done so much for them. Feudal fragmentation and fratricidal wars followed, followed by the bloody Mongol-Tatar yoke. Most importantly, old age and illness came to Rus', whereas during the reign of the Russian gods, eternal youth reigned. And homes and cities were filled with happiness.
  Elena suddenly emitted fiery pulsars from her scarlet nipples. And they shot down a dozen helicopters rushing from Orkmoskovia, setting the choppers ablaze.
  The blue-haired warrior cooed:
  - For Kievan Rus -
  Fight and don't be afraid!
  Zoya also took hold and sent lightning bolts from her crimson nipples. A hypersonic missile hurtling toward the girls entangled them in a fiery web and dissolved into a giant chocolate candy.
  Zoya is the Daughter of the White God and the embodiment of goodness. She exudes youth and daring, and her touch turns weapons into sweets. And tanks into delicious cakes.
  Victoria noticed this and cooed:
  - You better do it... I'm in a state of destruction, and something negative is coming out!
  Zoya, smiling and flashing her pearly teeth, confidently answered:
  "Everyone has goodness! So, when you strike the enemy, think of something good. And the stormtroopers will turn into a tasty and appetizing treat."
  Nadezhda, smiling and baring her teeth, answered:
  - And in the buffet the girl opened,
  The angel reassured me - don't be shy...
  You have such a wonderful appetite,
  You'll swallow all his horses at once!
  And she stated more seriously:
  - Let there be positive thinking! For goodness and light!
  After which she blasted them with blobs of magical plasma from her strawberry nipples, which transformed the tanks and infantry fighting vehicles into beautiful chocolate cakes with candles. And the Orkgvaria fighters became beautiful flowers, with buds of varied and vibrant colors.
  And yet another stormtrooper, thanks to a magical blot released from Victoria's ruby nipple, was transformed into a huge loaf of sausage with butter. Such a gift is truly mouth-watering.
  The red-haired shrew remarked wittily:
  - You used to be like dogs,
  Pouncing on people like an eagle...
  And in the loaf of sausage,
  Let's eat without repenting!
  Elena snapped her bare toes, also releasing a stream of magical energy. And another plane transformed into a huge, fried turkey with gravy and pineapple. What a delicious treat. And how it crashed, splashing fat. And such delicious smells.
  Elena chirped, baring her teeth:
  - I'm not a pathetic little bug,
  And the coolest cartoon!
  Zoya nodded and sent out a clot of energy with her bare heel and sang, baring her pearly teeth:
  - Multi-pulti, wonderful country,
  She gives so much joy!
  You can see something like this in her -
  What can't be said in a fairy tale,
  It's impossible to describe with a pen!
  Victoria agreed, and, casting magic through her nipples, she transformed the soldiers arriving with reinforcements into boxes of chocolate ice cream covered in coconut and something incredibly delicious. And the tanks were transformed into enormous cakes.
  The red-haired warrior and daughter of the Black God said:
  - The flower petal is fragile,
  If it was torn off a long time ago...
  Even though the world around us is cruel,
  I want to do good!
  Nadezhda nodded in agreement:
  "Chernobog is the Son of Rod, and if there is light, then there must be darkness! And if there is white, there must be black!"
  And the girl launched something very bright again. And again, such delicious things began to appear.
  There's a whole store of groceries here. A whole meat salad literally poured out of the sky. And it was so delicious and cheerful. And the people of Orkskva became a real glutton. And what a gravy! And thanks to Victoria's magic, with the help of her tempting, bare feet, kebabs in ketchup and other delicacies appeared. And the meat is so juicy. What if dictator Butin's armies became bottles of wine, champagne, cognac, and beer? These are also the people's favorite foods. And so delicious, too.
  And the meat is also available in the form of chops in chocolate sauce.
  And what isn't here? And various types of ice cream.
  And strawberries and melons in honey. Here, with their bare feet and scarlet nipples, the girls transform the troops of the cruel dictator who seized power in Orxsia into the most delicious and appetizing things. Specifically, into pure gold glasses filled with black and red caviar. And large transport aircraft have even begun to transform into sturgeons, with a wonderful garnish of peaches, oranges, bananas, mangoes, and other exotic fruits.
  Everything here is so delicious, filling, and tasty. And it smells so pleasant and inviting.
  Adults and children alike flocked to grab the delicious and mouth-watering treats. Boys and girls got covered in cream, chocolate, biscuits, and a whole host of other things. And everything was so uniquely delicious and wonderful.
  And this giant Napoleon cake, transformed from an infantry fighting vehicle, is simply delicious. And the kids, of course, are delighted. And their little faces are so sweet, glistening with cream, chocolate, marshmallows, and condensed milk. And there's giggles.
  Elena began to sing with joy, and her friends joined in at once;
  Childhood is me and you
  And the warriors stamped their bare, chiseled feet, raising a tsunami wave.
  Childhood, childhood,
  Childhood is light and joy,
  These are songs, this is friendship and dreams.
  Childhood, childhood,
  Childhood is the colors of rainbows,
  Childhood, childhood, childhood - it's me and you!
  And the beauties began to sing again.
  Chorus:
  All people on the big planet
  We should always be friends.
  Children should always laugh.
  And live in a peaceful world!
  Children should laugh,
  Children should laugh,
  Children should laugh
  And live in a peaceful world!
  And live in a peaceful world!
  Bright, bright
  Let only the dawns burn,
  Let the fields sleep peacefully on this starry night...
  Childhood, childhood
  It"s not in vain that it was warmed by kindness,
  Childhood, childhood - tomorrow is your day, Earth!
  And again the girls got more and more excited.
  Chorus.
  
  Childhood, childhood,
  Childhood is a summer wind,
  The sail of the sky and the crystal ringing of winter.
  Childhood, childhood,
  Childhood means children,
  Children, children, children - that means us!
  CHAPTER No 11.
  Lara tried to distract herself with thoughts of something pleasant. For example, in the novel Spartacus, there was a boy named Geta. He wasn't born a slave, but the son of a free Roman citizen named Petronius. But Petronius owed Crassus too much money. Both his wife Rhodopeia, Geta, and his sister Sarah were sold into slavery.
  A boy of about twelve years old was stripped of his tunic, trousers, and sandals. Only a loincloth was left on his hips. Half-naked and barefoot, he was chained to a pole and led, along with his mother and sister, to the slave market. The women were also left without sandals, and their only clothing was the tattered, very short tunics worn by slaves.
  So the representatives of the noble patrician and warrior family had to stomp barefoot.
  The road was rocky, still warm from the gentle Italian sun. And Goethe, for the first time, had to experience what it meant to be a slave.
  But if even boys from noble families often run barefoot, if only because it is more pleasant and comfortable than in sandals, especially in the heat, then it was even worse for girls and women.
  And how painful it is to walk barefoot on a rocky road, and how humiliating it is both morally and physically.
  Geta walked and sang:
  He who was in the darkness of slavery, take up the sword,
  Honor and freedom are in your hands!
  Let courage flow - the call is in the blood,
  Forget doubts, base, vile fear!
  
  Don't be a slave, humiliated in the dust,
  Like a mighty eagle, soaring into the heights!
  Call upon the gods in a bloody battle,
  Fight for the will to light until the end!
  
  And let the warrior's blade not waver,
  The wounded fighter fell with a groan!
  Let eternity sleep, let the wreath burn in the darkness,
  Greetings from heaven with a mighty, menacing thunder!
  
  Yes, our mighty Spartacus is glorified,
  The king of the sword and the full-sounding lyre...
  The enemy will get kicked in the snout,
  To become the great idol of the Lord!
  
  The slaves fight, not hiding their rage,
  They want to put an end to arbitrariness...
  We opened an account, but unfortunately, a penalty is running,
  And you can hit him on the top of the head with a stake!
  
  Slave, don't get on your knees,
  Do not be weak in this battle, slave...
  Knight, rush into the attack with zeal,
  We will crush the enemy with one blow!
  
  Spartacus the great, valiant fighter,
  He raised the slaves against the evil yoke...
  No, the greatness will not end,
  The moments of freedom will become endless!
  
  The slaves will rise up, I believe, they will win,
  The faithful will achieve success in battle...
  Let the result be good,
  Let there be much valor and laughter!
  
  An era will come when progress reigns,
  There is no slavery or other suffering in it...
  For us, Jupiter, the God of gods, has risen,
  To raise the universe higher!
  
  Glory to the cohorts of Spartacus,
  What the legions of Rome crushed...
  Let our glory last forever,
  We warriors are invincible in battles!
  
  Let there be a time when happiness will become everything,
  The fiery banners will be unfurled...
  There will be no problems in the universe,
  The unconquered slave will become free!
  Here Geta caught himself singing like a rebellious slave. After all, Spartacus is an enemy of Rome. And isn't he, a boy, a Roman?
  True, now he's just a slave. And when they bring him to the auction, the blacksmith will brand him, his mother, and his sister before the auction.
  The boy felt pain in his worn-out soles, but he endured it bravely. But his mother and daughter began to groan and limp. It was a real pain to walk down the road like that without shoes.
  Their column consisted only of women and children. And everyone was barefoot, of course. But they'd been in slavery for years, and their feet were callused and hardened. So it was easier for them.
  In general, of course, in Italy's mild, sunny climate, walking around without shoes is more pleasant than painful. But in noble families, even children are embarrassed to go without sandals. It's like you're poor if you can't afford shoes.
  Although, of course, children are quite capable of running around with their bare, little heels flashing, simply because the warm gravel or grass tickles their soles so pleasantly.
  Women also wear shoes for comfort-sandals can still irritate their feet-and often go barefoot. And their feet, especially in their youth, are beautiful, graceful, and seductive to men.
  The kids actually found it quite interesting to run on the prickly surface. When the soles are rough, it's more pleasant than painful.
  Winter in Italy is chilly, but snow is rare and melts quickly. So children and women are slaves, sometimes trudging barefoot year-round. In Sicily, winter is barely noticeable at all; you can enjoy a barefoot paradise.
  Although, of course, not everyone thinks that bare soles on sharp stones are a thrill.
  But kids love it. And even the girl tries to pretend it doesn't hurt.
  Geta sang:
  They run along a crooked path,
  Barefoot boys' feet...
  I'm tired of wearing sandals,
  I want to toughen my feet!
  I'll sell my horse for talent
  And fortune awaits me!
  And the young slave winked at his mother and sister. And everything's great, you can jump and bounce.
  The boy sang again:
  We are the great and luxurious Rome,
  We will conquer all the powers, jokingly...
  If necessary, we'll cross the equator,
  And we will destroy the deaf bears!
  And again the boy jumped up. Really, why should he be sad? The slaves in the quarries really do work. Especially the boys, who are completely naked and beaten with whips by the overseers. But after such hardening, even the devil himself is no threat.
  And try carrying rocks for sixteen hours and swinging a sledgehammer. It won't be easy!
  The young woman and her daughter had their bare feet bleeding, but the boy had it a little easier because his feet were tougher.
  Lara was distracted from the pleasant image. A girl in a white coat attached electrodes to the young partisan's bare knees and administered a current. And this was even more painful than simply frying the girl's feet.
  Lara responded by starting to sing;
  I'm a barefoot girl running through the desert,
  The hot sand is tormenting the soles of my feet...
  What happened to the beauty now,
  Why does she have such a nightingale voice?
  
  The world, of course, believe me, is not sweet,
  There are many different problems under the sun, believe me...
  Unfortunately, there remains an unpleasant aftertaste,
  And the girls want to experience big changes!
  
  Here in the era of Alexander's faith descended,
  The Macedonian great warrior from God...= She appeared there like a naked Cassandra,
  A mighty commander - believe me, he is a great man!
  
  But the ruler, beautiful as the sun, died,
  His young son remained on the throne...
  And of course you don't tear the crows apart in this,
  That the child on the throne, alas, is completely alone!
  
  The girl tried hard to protect him,
  To preserve the holy dream on the throne...
  So that the empire rules the world for a long time,
  I will read a prayer to the Almighty God!
  
  Now I'm running barefoot through the desert,
  It really hurts my poor soles...
  The empire found itself in a complete quagmire,
  May the Almighty Lord help, cherub!
  
  So I rushed to the camp of the warlike Greeks,
  She offered her services in sword fighting...
  Because we are all human brothers,
  And believe me, we will boldly defeat our opponents!
  
  What is the fate of the Slavic woman?
  Fight hard, without cursing fate...
  If necessary, we will put the banks on the enemy,
  The account was opened and a penalty has already accrued!
  
  Here I am fighting for the unity of the ancient world,
  For the Great Supreme Lord to rule...
  For in the battles of the Fatherland the lyre of paradise sounds,
  Sometimes tearing apart the sacred flesh!
  
  Yes, the girl is a knight of the country, a patriot,
  Fighting for the Greek Empire with love...
  I will protect the child on the ancient throne,
  Therefore, this child came from God!
  
  The world of humanity will be glorious and united,
  I know it will be wonderful and everything will be fine...
  Macedonia is almost like my native Russia,
  The boat needs to be leveled if an oar breaks!
  
  Soon God Jesus will come to us with grace,
  Will give salvation to all the sons of humanity...
  So that the plebeians become the wisest nobility,
  So that more of life's problems are solved!
  
  Glory to God, and glory to Christ Jesus,
  That he gave birth to the great sun in the sky...
  It should be related to art...
  That we may have more righteous forces!
  
  That's when we soar into the heavens, into the skies,
  Let us rise above the stars, preserving Jesus...
  All who died in great ecstasy will be resurrected,
  Praising the Most Holy Mary for her Son!
  That's how Lara sang. And the Nazi executioners ran electric shocks through her childish body, and fried her bare soles on electric stoves.
  But the girl maintained incredible courage and calm.
  Gerda suggested:
  - Maybe we should put her on the rack?
  The girl in the white coat answered:
  - Next time! We can't waste so much time on one partisan. Let her sit barefoot in an icy, dark basement and learn a lesson. And we'll go and torture that boy, Seryozhka, for a while.
  Lara was freed from the electric hotplates. And so, barefoot, with her bare soles scorched, she was led out of the torture chamber. Walking on scorched feet was extremely painful and excruciating. But then Lara was led out into the fresh November snow. And the partisan girl's bare feet felt pure bliss. The burns on her feet touched the icy cold, and it felt quite pleasant, and the pain in her scorched soles subsided.
  Lara took it and began to sing, delighted;
  Great Russia - endless fields,
  Let the holy land burn among the stars...
  I believe in the feelings of my heart without hiding them -
  We will protect the line from edge to edge!
  
  Let there be communism in our house,
  Which was born by Comrade Lenin...
  And the evil enemy fascism was destroyed,
  In the name of the greatest generations!
  
  After all, we have only one Motherland in our hearts,
  And in the future, to many galaxies...
  Let my country be famous for centuries,
  Fatherland, you are not just a sweet wrapper!
  
  Let my Fatherland flourish,
  We will defeat Genghis Khan, I believe...
  We will open an unlimited account of victories-
  I know the glory of the Russian Ivan!
  
  We warrior girls are so strong,
  That the enemy cannot defeat us...
  We are the daughters and sons of Svarog,
  Capable of punching the Fuhrer in the face!
  
  I believe in the Goddess Lada for us,
  Which gave birth to many gods...
  All people are a friendly family,
  Which I know in my heart, Rod!
  
  And the almighty Russian Jesus,
  Born in great Orthodoxy...
  Of course, the demiurge is not a coward at all,
  The Almighty has settled among people!
  
  To the glory of Almighty Christ,
  We will raise our sharp swords...
  Fight the Mongols to the end,
  So that Batu's horde does not come to Rus'!
  
  May the endless strength of the Rod be with us,
  Which creates the universe...
  And He was able to do this simply,
  It simply boggles our minds!
  
  We people are the vastness of space,
  Capable of conquering the universe...
  Even though Batu sharpened the axe of the horde,
  Rus' with the strength of the Family in the unwavering battle!
  
  Girls really love barefoot,
  To rush briskly through icy snowdrifts...
  And they beat the Mongol with their fist,
  So that he doesn"t dare to deal with the Fatherland!
  
  There is no more beautiful homeland,
  Even if they attack Rus' with a nightmarish flock...
  The girl is no more than twenty years old,
  She's already chopped up samurai!
  
  She is beautiful and cool,
  A girl who jokingly crushes Mongols...
  Let Satan attack the Earth -
  We will crush the enemy with a steel rout!
  
  Here I waved my bare foot,
  And she poked him in the chin with her bare heel...
  I became such a cool girl,
  There is no need for unauthorized work in this case!
  
  My swords flash like a feather,
  And they cut down the Mongol army so dashingly...
  May my oar be strong,
  The enemy will be destroyed wildly!
  
  Yes, our Rus' is the most beautiful you can find,
  As great as the sun over the planet...
  We can find happiness for ourselves,
  And the feats of heroism are sung!
  
  Russia is a radiant country,
  What communism gave to the peoples...
  She was given to us forever by birth,
  For the Motherland, for happiness, for freedom!
  
  Fatherland - we glorify the Lord Christ,
  Let Maria and Lada be united...
  Comrade Stalin replaced his father -
  We Russians are invincible in battle!
  
  The peoples of the world love the Russian way,
  We are united, believe me, people of our hearts...
  Believe me, you can't bend us with a fist,
  We'll soon open the door to space, I know!
  
  We will step barefoot on Mars,
  We will soon conquer Venus in valor...
  Everything will be just top notch, you know,
  And any person will become a hero!
  
  Yes, Jesus is of course a superman,
  With Svarog in place, Rus' will rise from its knees...
  The guys won't have any problems,
  Let us glorify the Name of Rod to infinity!
  Hitler, as a boy, looked at this and was indignant:
  - This is not right! It is a disgrace for true Aryans!
  And the young Führer ran out to meet them in shorts. He was also barefoot, a boy no more than thirteen, and fair-haired. In his hands, the former Führer held a plastic machine gun that looked more like a toy.
  The Nazi soldiers, seeing the child in only shorts, his muscular torso exposed and shivering from the cold, burst into wild laughter. Indeed, how pitiful the scrawny child looked, with his baby face, sunken belly, and goosebump-like, albeit tanned, skin.
  But Hitler didn't lose his composure. He pressed a button, and a beam erupted from the machine gun and rained down on the fascists. And right before his eyes, Hitler's soldiers began to transform into chocolate-covered cakes and lollipops. Such is the wondrous magic of divine power.
  And a dozen Germans accompanying the barefoot, exhausted girl suddenly turned into something edible!
  Lara raised her hand and exclaimed:
  - I serve the Soviet Union!
  Adolf replied:
  - I serve the forces of good!
  And running up, he grabbed the girl by the hand. The children took off running, their feet, scarlet from the cold, flashing like goose paws. Hitler smiled at red-haired Lara. The girl's bare feet were covered in blisters and burns, and the sides were bruised. But the will is unwavering.
  Looking back, the boy-Führer saw a dozen motorcyclists racing after them, along with several German shepherds. And the weapons the teachers at the children's penal colony-purgatory had given him wouldn't fail him. And so the motorcycles turned into pretzels, and the enraged soldiers into something delicious and appetizing. And it happened in the blink of an eye.
  Hitler took it and sang:
  You know very well yourself,
  The world is filled with wonders...
  And what are these miracles,
  Children with bare feet!
  And the boy turned around and whistled, two motorcycles collided, and cookies, gingerbread, cheesecakes and chocolate donuts rained down from them.
  Lara kissed the boy-Fuhrer on the cheek and said:
  - You're just an angel!
  Adolf answered with a sad look:
  - I'm just a miserable sinner!
  The girl laughed and replied:
  "You're a brave boy, and most likely a pioneer. Aren't you cold in just shorts?"
  The boy-Fuhrer answered confidently:
  - A real man shouldn't be afraid of the cold! He should be afraid of sin!
  Lara laughed and replied:
  - Sin... And sin is a priestly concept! I'm a Pioneer and I don't believe in God!
  Hitler answered sincerely:
  - I didn"t believe it either, until I was convinced in practice that God exists!
  The girl answered with a smile:
  - Yes, God exists, and he is in my heart together with Lenin.
  The children continued running through the snow. The boy and girl left graceful, barefoot footprints. They resembled a pattern on the snowdrifts.
  Lara started singing, and Hitler joined in:
  I am a pioneer and this word says it all,
  It burns in my young heart...
  In the USSR, everything is sweet, believe me,
  We even open a door to space!
  
  I gave an oath to Ilyich then,
  When I stood under the banner of the Soviets...
  Comrade Stalin is simply ideal,
  Know the heroic deeds sung!
  
  We will never be silent, you know,
  We will speak the truth even on the rack...
  The USSR is a great star,
  Believe me, we will prove it to the whole planet!
  
  Here in the young heart the cradle sings,
  And the boy sings the anthem of freedom...
  The victories opened an endless account,
  People, you know it doesn't get any cooler!
  
  We defended young Moscow,
  In the cold, the boys are barefoot and in shorts...
  I don"t understand where so much strength comes from,
  And we send Adolf to hell at once!
  
  Yes, you can't defeat the pioneers,
  They were born in the heart of the flame...
  My team is a friendly family,
  We raise the banner of communism!
  
  Because you are a boy, that's why you are a hero,
  Fighting for the freedom of the entire planet...
  And the bald Fuhrer with a bang,
  As our grandfathers bequeathed in military glory!
  
  Don't expect mercy from us, Hitler,
  We are pioneers, children of giants...
  The sun is shining and it is raining,
  And we are forever united with the Motherland!
  
  Christ and Stalin, Lenin and Svarog,
  United in the heart of a young child...
  The pioneers will fulfill their glorious duty,
  A boy and a girl will fight!
  
  This guy is out of luck now,
  He was captured by the fanatical fascists...
  And the oar broke in this storm,
  But be a steadfast pioneer, boy!
  
  First they beat me with a whip until I bled,
  Then they fried the boy's heels...
  The Fritzes seem to have zero conscience,
  Madam put on red gloves!
  
  The boy's soles were burned by the red fire,
  Then they broke the boy's fingers...
  How the fascists stink,
  And in the thoughts of communism the sun has been given!
  
  They brought a flame to the child's chest,
  The skin is burnt and reddened...
  The dogs burned half of the pioneer's body,
  Not knowing the boundless suffering!
  
  Then the evil Fritzes turned on the current,
  Electrons flew through the veins...
  Capable of putting us to waste,
  May you, children, not fall into hibernation!
  
  But the pioneer boy did not break down,
  Although he was tortured like a titan...
  The young boy sang songs bravely,
  To crush the fascist tyrant!
  
  And so he kept Lenin in his heart,
  The child's mouth has spoken the truth...
  Above the pioneer there is a glorious cherub,
  The boys of the world became heroes!
  CHAPTER No 12.
  Life continued in Hell-Purgatory, good for some, not so good for others. Ellen White also ended up in the abyss. And for declaring herself a messenger of Jehovah without authority, she became one of the very rare women imprisoned in the severe level of Hell. And this despite the fact that she was a good person and taught goodness. What a paradox... She wanted things to be better, but she fell for a terrible deception that tens of millions of people believed. And now Ellen White is in the strictest, severe level of Hell. Where there is only work, study, and prayer. And there are no days off or entertainment. Even in the severe level, there is one day off every two weeks and some entertainment. And twelve hours of work a day, and four hours of study. And sinners live on a special diet of bread and water. True, their bodies are young and healthy and quickly adapt to the stress.
  Ellen White, a teenager of about fourteen, thin but wiry, works almost naked in the quarries. There are only a couple of girls with her. One must earn it to reach the advanced level, which is often unattainable for women. Catherine the Great, for example, was already transferred to the more severe level. She might have left earlier, if not for her pride.
  Next to Ellen is Salome. She brought about the execution of John the Baptist, the greatest of the prophets. And so she ended up on the enhanced level for a long time. Girls in nothing but swimming trunks. Another one is also some kind of badass witch. Otherwise, there are few major female criminals in the world. And even those are usually transferred fairly quickly to lesser levels.
  Salome's feet, after two thousand years of working in the quarries, have hardened to a hardness stronger than that of a camel's hooves. Otherwise, she looks like the prettiest teenage girl, with a sweet, youthful face, only she's a bit too sinewy and bony. Ellen, too, has become so sinewy and lean from constant hard work that if it weren't for her breasts, she could be mistaken for a boy. Especially since their heads are shaved, and in their swimming trunks, they look even more like boys. And their skin is black from sunburn and dust.
  Their work is hard, but it could easily be done by robots. Especially since Hell, and especially Heaven, boasts such advanced technology.
  Of the female prophetesses, Ellen White is the most successful. Blavatsky is a far cry from her. The latter has already left the heightened level of Hell. Moreover, she didn't write that she was personally anointed by Jesus or that she ascended to the heavenly Throne. Nor did she claim to be a messenger of the Almighty. Therefore, Ellen will remain on this level for a long time - for her imposture and beautiful fairy tales.
  Even Eve has already left the enhanced level, and over thousands of years she's been through both the tougher and the stricter. Now she's on the general level, and perhaps in a couple of centuries she'll be transferred to the relaxed level.
  Eve seduced Hell and is considered a great sinner, but she repented and God forgave her. Ellen didn't have time to catch Eve. And there are so few major sinners left. There's no one to even talk to. However, this doesn't mean there's complete isolation on this level of Hell. For example, during school, the girls are shown what's happening on Earth via a gravovisor. And Ellen White is doing well, her church is growing, and tens of millions of people believe in her. And Salome hasn't been forgotten; films are being made about her, and plays and books are being written.
  But almost no one knows the witch, and she is annoyed by this.
  Ellen chops a block of stone and loads it into a basket. It's hot and thirsty, but they'll get water in due time. Her young, sinewy body has long since gotten used to it and doesn't feel tired. Ellen, who lived to a very ripe old age, remembered what it was like to be an old woman.
  And the Most High, the Merciful, and Compassionate, gave her a young and healthy body. And that's already good and brings joy. After all, God truly is Love. But it's boring-the body has gotten used to it, but the soul hasn't. I can't wait to get to school and sit at my desk; at least there's something new to learn.
  Here the devilish overseer hit the girl on her bare ribs with a whip and remarked:
  "I see you're dreaming! A thousand years is still a long way off. And then they'll transfer you to a more severe regime, at least you can play on the computer!"
  Solomeya asked with a sigh:
  - And when will they tell me my fate?
  And she received a whip across the ribs of her sun-blackened body. And the she-devil warden replied:
  Sooner or later, thanks to the grace of the Most High God and His sent Jesus Christ, everyone goes to Heaven! So be patient and try to think of something pleasant, and your punishment in Hell will be less severe.
  And the prison girls continued their work. Three suns shone above: red, yellow, and green. And when you work under the scorching rays, it's not easy, even though the young prisoners had become accustomed to its rays over many centuries.
  Ellen pushed the wheelbarrow up the ramp, bracing herself with her bare, calloused soles. She smiled. After all, Hell isn't annihilation; she breathes air, sees many interesting things, especially during school lessons, and around her are the she-devil guards in uniform. And in patent leather boots. Aren't these girls hot in their uniforms and such unseasonable shoes? The guards are beautiful, after all. They're called she-devils, although they're actually angels who discipline sinners in Hell. So why is it that almost all religions believe that torture and torment await those who don't make it to Heaven? Only Catholics understood that it's wrong to torment a person forever for the sins of a short life.
  And so the doctrine of purgatory emerged. And it was true. Only Purgatory is like a correctional facility for everyone. And people need to be made better for Heaven.
  After all, it was Ellen who wrote that Catholicism is the greatest heresy. And that the papacy is the system of the Antichrist. Indeed, Catholics shed much blood, especially in the Middle Ages. But so did Protestants, Muslims, and pagans. And only Buddhists did not wage religious wars.
  So is it worth slinging mud at the Pope? Ellen, like Joan of Arc, sometimes heard voices, but that doesn't mean they were angels with her.
  Nevertheless, she managed to become a major prophet for centuries. And tens of millions of people believe in her mission. Although she did indeed possess clairvoyant abilities.
  She even predicted the September 11th terrorist attack, albeit in general terms-including a tall structure built with the money of many nations and a devastating fire. Although, for example, she didn't describe the First and Second World Wars in detail. There were other predictions, though, particularly the rise of the charismatic movement. And much more.
  In Hell, Ellen received additional punishments in addition to occupational therapy. For example, she was beaten with sticks on her bare heels. And that hurt. The stick was rubber, sharp, and the blows were painful.
  And although it didn"t cripple you, when you"re lying on your back and two prison boys are holding a stock with a girl"s bare feet inserted into it, it"s humiliating and painful.
  Many sympathized with Ellen and asked God and the Saints to have mercy on her. And the beating of the girl's bare soles with sticks ceased. Nevertheless, she remains at the populated area for now. Her deception was too great, and many believed it, even though Ellen was a good person.
  Furthermore, her chains were removed, and she began working lightly. And now there's a strong movement-to soften the level of Hell for the prophetess, or even to transfer her to Heaven.
  Ellen toiled, sweated, and worked, but she felt good. In fact, even her nose had straightened, whereas in her previous life it had been crooked. And she was a beautiful girl. Only her hair was shaved bald, as is required on the enhanced level of Hell for both boys and girls. Boys are shaved bald on the even more stringent and strict level. And girls are allowed to have short hair on the enhanced level. Well, yes, in a juvenile correctional facility, girls have the right to wear their hair neatly, albeit short, but they shave their heads only for those with lice, or as an additional punishment.
  And in Hell, you're eternally a minor, and that's a good thing! After all, even a shaved-headed girl is prettier than an old woman. And Ellen White had such an unattractive appearance in her past life that she developed a serious complex about it.
  When she died and became a beautiful, fair-haired girl, she rejoiced-she had entered Heaven. And she was very happy. But then, for her self-proclaimed status as Jehovah's messenger, for her fabricated encounters with Christ, and her ascension to the throne of the Most High, and so on... as well as for her attempts to place herself on the same level as Paul and the other apostles, she was put on trial.
  And although Ellen sincerely repented in court, she was sent to the maximum level of Hell. The she-devil guards conducted a humiliating and meticulous search wearing rubber gloves. Then they photographed her naked from all sides. They took fingerprints from her hands and bare feet, and shaved the little prisoner bald. Just like in prison. And then they photographed her again in profile, full-face, sideways, from behind, and so on, with a number on her chest for everyone to see. Just like in prison. Then they scanned her insides and took her to the shower. And of all her clothes, they only gave her a pair of swimming trunks with a number on them.
  Although it's warm or even hot in Hell. And it's even more pleasant to walk around naked.
  And so she became a prisoner in the children's, labor, and correctional colony of Hell. The only good thing is school. You learn so many different things. Helen has been in Hell for a century and a half and has learned a lot. And Salome is probably the most learned of the girls. No one has been on the hard level longer than her. Well, maybe Eve. But she had it the worst. Adam was sent to the hard level. Cain ended up on the hard level. And since he was a vile person and did not repent, he is still on the hard level. And they put Vladimir Putin, the former president of Russia, in prison with him. He also followed Cain's path. And his place, of course, was in Hell, on the hardest level. Although the grace of Jesus Christ saves absolutely everyone. And if Cain repents, then he too will be transferred to an easier level, and then to Heaven. So God is truly love. And sooner or later everyone will be saved. But of course, these will be different sinners and people, not so evil and nasty. After all, people in this juvenile, labor, educational, and correctional colony are truly being corrected and educated!
  Ellen really wanted to sing, but she was afraid of being hit with a whip. And it hits very hard.
  The time has come for the eternally young prisoners to drink water. Before this, they must kneel and say a prayer. Then, crossing themselves, drink the water, and kneel again and pray. Such are the rules. In Hell, everyone prays. And Ellen, Salome, and Witcher Cooper prayed willingly. The girls, encouraged, returned to work. Soon it would be lights out. And then there's sleep, and in dreams you can see something interesting. And then in the morning, after a modest breakfast of bread and water, comes school.
  That's the most interesting thing. And they can show what's going on in the world. The Seventh-day Adventist Church has still not lost its strength. Even though the wait for the Second Coming has dragged on.
  Moreover, Catholics ran into problems. This concession was too great. It had existed for so long. But after Pope Leo XIV, a schism began. Indeed, European, American, African, and Asian Catholics increasingly drifted apart. And this created problems.
  However, the United States retains its power and influence and has not ceded its role as global hegemon to China.
  Ellen is right in this regard - the US is a unique power, and there really is something extraordinary about it. And even China couldn't match it. Moreover, the Celestial Empire was split and weakened.
  So Ellen is still revered and believes anything is possible. And Catholicism is still strong as a phenomenon, even though it has produced several popes. But there's still only one Pope, and he's the most important. So, the world is an interesting place. And Putin managed to get bloodied up to his shoulders. Just as Nostradamus predicted, actually. That there would be a great war on the Dnieper, and a bald dwarf would shed much blood.
  Ellen was glad she wasn't forgotten. And there were already numerous Adventists in Heaven asking for her release and transfer to Heaven, or at least to the less severe levels of Hell. And perhaps the Almighty would take public opinion into account. Although God has sovereign will. For example, contrary to public opinion, He mitigated Hitler's sentence.
  Ellen herself wouldn't have approved of such a thing either. But who are you, the clay, to judge the potter? If the Almighty did so, then He knows best. Although the Führer is considered the number one murderer. And even Putin couldn't surpass him in terms of bloodshed. After all, Hitler lived only fifty-six years, and the Great Patriotic War lasted less than four years. And what would have happened if Hitler had lived and remained in power as long as Putin? It's terrifying to imagine.
  Ellen whispered:
  - Lord, save us, have mercy! Lord, save us, have mercy! And have pity on humanity!
  As for the end of the world, the Almighty will not allow it. And humans will create a vast space empire. Moreover, there is enough room for everyone in the sky.
  Why interrupt such an interesting civilization as the one on planet Earth? It's fantastic! And they have so many events going on!
  Ellen sang softly:
  The sun is shining above us,
  Not life, but grace...
  To those who are responsible for us,
  It's high time to understand!
  To those who are responsible for us,
  It's high time to understand,
  We are little children,
  We want to go for a walk!
  The warden noted:
  "You'll have plenty of fun, girl! Perhaps, by grace, you'll be transferred to a more relaxed level ahead of schedule. Millions are already interceding for you, and if the Most Holy Theotokos joins them, things will get a lot easier for you!"
  Ellen bowed and replied:
  - I thank the Almighty!
  Another warden growled:
  - Don't talk! Arbeiten - schnell! Schnell! Schnell!
  And she lashed the little prophetess with a whip. It's even strange to have so many guards for three girls. Yes, God is love. Women are such a kind that they rarely manage to commit serious crimes, and even among the rulers there are few of them. Britain did have queens, but only Elizabeth the First distinguished herself as an outstanding and rather bloody ruler. Even in ancient times, there was Semiraida. But her real exploits were greatly exaggerated by legends and tales.
  Ellen became the most famous female prophetess. Her books were published in such large print runs that they literally reached the billions. Among women, she had no equal. And among men, her superiors can only be counted on the fingers of one hand. Yes, Ellen, you are a beauty. And prettier in hell than on Earth. And may God grant you soon reach a lighter plane and acquire a neat, albeit short, hairdo.
  Otherwise, they have their heads shaved and shave off the growing brush again every two weeks.
  Anyone who assumed that in Hell there are no fasts, and that sinners there indulge in drunken orgies, was wrong. But devils don't boil people in cauldrons, nor do they burn them alive with fire. And the Almighty, out of love and grace, placed eternity in the hearts of men and granted them an immortal soul. It is no coincidence that man was created in the image and likeness of God. That is, immortal and endowed with creative thinking, capable of inventing and devising. Such power is bestowed upon man by the grace of the Almighty.
  Ellen White rightly noted that the doctrine of eternal torment in hell is a slander against God's character. But somehow, she failed to understand that the truth lies in the doctrine of purgatory. After all, as Jesus said, "You will be shut up in prison, and I swear you will not come out until you have given up every last penny." That is, when you give up everything, you will come out! Just as sins are forgiven both in this age and in the next. And much more.
  Of course, it's not said that everyone will go to Heaven directly, having undergone purification and re-education. And this is understandable, otherwise there would be no fear of sin and God's punishment. And many sinners will think: why not enjoy life on sinful earth, and then, okay, we'll spend some time in a juvenile correctional facility, and then we'll be re-educated, not for the first time! Therefore, it is not said directly that everyone is saved. But the Apostle Paul says: they are saved, but as if from under fire. And that God wants to save everyone! And that every knee, every tongue, and people will bow before Jesus Christ. If God wants to save everyone, then they will be saved. And the Bible says: the servant who knew and did will be beaten many times, and the servant who did not and did will be beaten less often. But it does not say that the beatings will be eternal. This means that after re-education, punishment, and correction, everyone will be in Heaven. And the new birth will undoubtedly occur, even in Hell-purgatory.
  Ellen understood that this was better and fairer than the annihilation of souls or eternal torment. God, after all, is Love! And love implies forgiveness. And the concept of Hell is purification, re-education, humility, and the rebirth of a good person. How could she not have thought of this herself? And she understood it literally and primitively, although the Bible is characterized by figurative and allegorical language.
  After all, it's true what they say, and the heavens preach, and the horse laughs, and much more. And taking fire literally is foolish. Moreover, God is love. And God's Fire in Hell warms and purifies sinners, not destroys or burns them!
  Ellen stepped on a sharp stone with her callused, girlish heel and felt only a slight sting. Looking at her feet, she thought they hadn't seen shoes for a century and a half and had gotten so used to it that if she were to put on shoes now, especially high-heeled ones, she would feel...
  it will be uncomfortable.
  And since it's warm here, it feels good to be bare-chested. Even if the whip hits hard.
  The head matron chuckled and suggested:
  - Maybe you girls could sing something!
  Salome exclaimed:
  - We will not only sing, but also dance!
  The she-devil growled:
  - You've already danced enough for ten thousand years of enhanced level. Better shut up!
  The girls remained silent and continued working. Ellen thought she shouldn't have passed off her fantasies as divine prophecy. Yes, she had become famous, and she would be remembered for centuries. But at what a price! On the other hand, sooner or later Hell would end. And in eternity, she would not be ordinary, but special. And that was worth the risk and the temporary suffering. After all, you suffer from old age far more painfully than from occupational therapy. And studying was simply wonderful and delightful. You learn so much new. And even hyperquantum physics, ultraternodynes, are within your reach. And even Albert Einstein, let's say, was wrong. In reality, everything is even more complex and challenging!
  Ellen also studied the classics for her lesson in Hell. She learned a lot, too: about Voltaire, Jean Rousseau, Bulgakov, Leo Tolstoy, Dumas, Jules Verne, and many others. It's not just the Bible that counts. And Ellen knew the Bible very well, even in her previous life. For example, no one could prove that Seventh-Day Adventists are heretics or that their teachings contradict the Bible.
  Their theology is very strong, especially on Saturday. And there are many Biblical passages that illustrate the Adventist view of life after death. But we must understand what is literal and what is allegorical. Moreover, the Bible is not a physics textbook or a guide to Heaven or Hell.
  Ellen was also mistaken in this regard, taking many things too literally. Moreover, if sinners knew that they would eventually go to heaven, even after spending some time in a juvenile, labor, or correctional colony, they wouldn't be able to be persuaded to pay tithes. And it wouldn't be particularly easy to force them to go to church.
  That's why the Bible and tradition hid the truth from people, or revealed it through allegory and metaphor. Like Jesus' parable of the rich man and Lazarus. Not everything should be taken literally. Besides, Ellen was partly right that the soul and body rarely exist separately in time. In Hell-Purgatory, a new, renewed flesh is immediately given. And, of course, a youthful one, like that of adolescents, which facilitates re-education and correction. Just as alcoholics and drug addicts have not only an emotional but also a physical dependence on the drug, and alcohol or ethyl alcohol are also a drug.
  And the Almighty God, by mercy and grace, granting to sinners in juvenile, correctional, and labor colonies, young and perfect flesh, freed from the flaws and damage of sin, facilitates the process of re-education and the birth of a new person.
  And people go to Heaven healed both physically and spiritually.
  First, the merciful and compassionate Almighty God heals the sinner physically through His boundless grace, and then helps him heal and become better spiritually. This is the kind of proper, active, lawless children's labor colony that emerges here.
  Yes, there is an element of punishment, but the main thing is still correction.
  And this is the most important and the coolest thing. God the Son Jesus said: that the Almighty is more pleased with one repentant sinner than a hundred righteous people who have nothing to repent of.
  And the meaning here is profound: it's not the mechanical quantity of sins that matters most, but a person's state of mind, their sincere repentance, and their spiritual rebirth. Perhaps that's why Hitler was treated relatively leniently. And Ellen, despite her good deeds, if you don't count the deception, is still in a heightened state of Hell.
  But perhaps the hour of her pardon is near. And many righteous people are interceding for her.
  The witch next to her is a staunch Satanist. Although it must be said, Satan is not exactly an enemy of God. In the Bible, Jesus says he was a murderer from the beginning. But Jesus doesn't say Lucifer is God's enemy. But the Apostle Paul writes: "Even the demons believe and tremble." And Satan himself prayed to God for permission to sow errors and sinners like sand. In other words, the Devil is God's servant, testing people, testing their strength. On this planet, a Satanist isn't exactly God's enemy. But this witch went too far and even killed people en masse and brutally.
  Of the other sinners, Daniel was at the heightened level, the one who seduced and cut Samson's hair, but she had already been transferred to a lighter level.
  Moreover, God allowed such a temptation intentionally. Samson, it must be said, was partial to women and loved to demonstrate his strength and boast. He was hardly the epitome of perfection. But in the New Testament, he was already a hero and watched Christ from Paradise. In general, Hell and Paradise are changing technologically. And every year, Paradise becomes more interesting and better. And so is Hell/Purgatory.
  Ellen longed for the hard level to end so she could play computer games occasionally. After all, she had truly assumed the role of Jehovah's messenger. But she wouldn't even harm a fly, and she didn't eat meat. Incidentally, Hitler was a vegetarian and had compassion for animals and sheep, for which the Third Reich even issued a special medal.
  It's paradoxical that a seemingly innocent man became the greatest murderer in human history. Although, for example, Hirohito wasn't any better in terms of the number of innocent people he murdered. Yet he didn't even lose his title. Putin, too, claimed to be an even greater murderer, but he couldn't surpass Hitler. He could have done so, but only through the massive use of nuclear weapons. Fighting with conventional weapons, his lifespan wasn't long enough to surpass the German Führer's death toll. Indeed, he still fell short of the scale of World War II.
  Ellen sighed. There's no night as such in Hell, and it's impossible to determine sunset by the suns. But it looks like the work is nearing completion.
  The signal sounds for kneeling prayer after work. Next, they'll be taken to the shower-a small relief after the heightened level of Hell. Next, prayer before dinner, very modest and quickly consumed, and then prayer after dinner. And then they'll be taken to the barracks. And then another prayer, the reading of a psalm from the Bible, and sleep.
  They fall asleep quickly and effortlessly when they're young. Moreover, there's a special wave that ensures they pass out immediately.
  And dreams can sometimes be vivid and pleasant. True, sinners are monitored so that if they kill or fight in their dreams, it's on the side of good. Or better yet, without violence at all. Something peaceful and constructive.
  Ellen, washing herself in the shower with two girls, whispered:
  - I love You, Almighty, Merciful and Compassionate!
  CHAPTER No 13.
  Andrei Chikatilo, in the body of a boy, was undergoing another test with a psychologist. Sin is a disease, and a maniac is a kind of mentally ill person. But a lot also depends on the body. Chikatilo was chemically imbalanced in his past life. And when he was given a new, young, and physically healthy body after death, his mind somehow felt better.
  By God's will, the notorious maniac resided in the harsher level of Hell-Purgatory. There he worked and studied. Furthermore, in the first years, he was subjected to additional punishment. The maniac was flogged by his victims. Since they were mostly children, almost all of them immediately found themselves in the softer level of Hell. Most of them had already moved on to Heaven. And there, in this universe, it's a wonderful place: entertainment, pleasure, and travel are plentiful, and prayer and work are only optional.
  Some victims even said they were lucky to die young. Children who were still spoiled or vicious in their tender years were sometimes retained in the preferential level of Hell; they were often even left in the harsher regimes of Purgatory. Furthermore, there were children whose souls hadn't quite ascended to Heaven; they were also held back slightly. A kind of re-education was underway...
  And so, after death, a child spent fifty years in a children's sanatorium, with only two hours of occupational therapy, and only two or three times a week, and two hours of school and plenty of entertainment. Even infants weren't allowed into heaven right away-their cultural level had to be raised. And they had to be taught to pray. In Hell-Purgatory, they do pray a lot and fervently. But at the privileged level, they don't kneel, and the prayers are shorter.
  But still, while you're in hell, you must pray. And only in Heaven can prayer be voluntary and from a pure heart.
  Andrei Chikatilo sincerely repented of his crimes. But he was still being disciplined, and his sins were extremely grave. But if a hundred years pass after his imprisonment in the stricter level, and he improves, then he could be transferred to the lighter, stricter level of Purgatory.
  A boy of about fourteen, Andreyka, was drawing some squares, and then some zeros... The angel-psychologist looked at this and noted with a grin:
  - No, that won't do! You need virtual tests! Then maybe you'll improve!
  Andreyka asked with a sweet smile:
  - And these are like virtual tests?
  The she-devil psychologist replied:
  - You, boy, will be transferred to a virtual world. And there you will be able to prove yourself!
  Andreyka asked with a smile:
  - Will there be adventures?
  The angel-psychologist replied:
  - Through the roof! Okay, say your prayers and get to work!
  Chikatilo knelt down and, folding his hands, said a prayer. His lips glorified God.
  And then, slapping his bare feet, the boy went to work under escort.
  Andreyka was happy in anticipation of new adventures and his soul literally sang.
  Work was also easy for his toil-hardened, perfect body. The other muscular boys also perked up. Andreyka was burning with impatience for his shift to finally end. That would be absolutely wonderful.
  Loading stones and then pushing the cart with another half-naked boy, Andreyka thought that God was far more merciful and compassionate than the priests, especially the Protestant ones, claimed. And the Catholics, with their doctrine of purgatory, were closest to the truth. But Jesus really did say: "You will be locked in prison, and I swear you will not leave until you pay every penny." In other words, a person can pay for their sins and enter Paradise. Because there is the Grace of the Most High God, the Son of Jesus Christ, who abolished all our sins with His sacrifice. And He gave every person the opportunity to eventually enter Paradise, regardless of the gravity of their sins.
  But of course, first you need to go through the path of correction and become better.
  Chikatilo significantly expanded his knowledge during his long decades in Hell-Purgatory. In class, they studied the Hyperphysics of the Future, literary classics, and religious books. Not only the Bible, but also tradition, including the Quran, the Vedas, and Buddhism. For even non-Christian teachings contain a grain of truth. One might recall Plato, Aristotle, Socrates, Cicero, Seneca, and others.
  Even the atheist Epicurus has some things worthy of attention, as do Plutarch and others.
  And there's occupational therapy for the sinners-to refine them. Their bodies are like those of teenagers, very muscular, and the young prisoners don't get too tired.
  Chikatilo dreams of love. But finding a woman to correspond with at the hardened level is extremely difficult, as there are far fewer female major criminals than male ones, and there aren't enough women to go around.
  Chikatilo sighs heavily. Even in his past life, his conscience had tormented him: why did he kill innocent children? Taking a child's life is so vile and despicable!
  But he couldn't stop. And this, of course, was his curse.
  The prisoner boy Geppi remarked:
  - I see you are thinking about something sublime?
  Andreyka answered with a sigh:
  "Whenever I remember my sacrifice, I feel so sad and depressed. How could you sink so low, to a level worse than an animal!"
  Geppi nodded with a sigh:
  "I've killed people too. Mostly adults, but I've also encountered children. But most of my victims were bad guys!"
  
  Chikatilo wanted to say something, but the devil-overseer shouted at him, threatening to whip him.
  The boys continued working. Time passed slowly. Andreyka was bored, looking at the muscular, tanned bodies and shaved heads of the boys. They're all handsome here in Hell, and the girls are probably staring. Ah, if only they could at least move up to the strict level. There are more women there, and you can meet once a month and do whatever you want during the date.
  And because their bodies are perfect, the girls have no problem reaching orgasm, and they're eager to make love. And that's great-their bodies are so beautiful.
  But finally the gong sounds. And the prison boys kneel and pray. After work, there's prayer, a special and fervent one.
  Afterwards, the boys are taken to the showers, where they wash up, and then have a rather modest dinner. They might even be allowed to play a simple game or read a book. Then comes prayer and bedtime.
  In the shower, the teenagers scrubbed the dirt off their feet with a washcloth. After that, prayer again.
  But Chikatilo wasn't invited to dinner. He was separated from the other boys and sent to a separate room. As soon as he entered, everything around him began spinning, like a blizzard.
  And so the boy found himself in some special world. All around was the jungle.
  And with orange leaves. And it's beautiful.
  Chikatilo looked around. The climate was pleasant. The forest was all around, very beautiful to look at. Even the fruits growing there were exotic. Some looked like those from Earth: bananas, pineapples, large oranges, and some were unusual and exotic.
  After work, Andreyka is hungry and wants to fill his empty stomach. He runs up to a bunch of bananas, kneels down, and says a prayer out of habit. Then he carefully peels off the skin.
  The thought of poisoning flashed through his mind. But he was already in Hell. Which meant he was already dead. So what was he afraid of? And the bananas were wonderful, sweet, juicy, and very tasty.
  Chikatilo restrained the urge to eat until he was full. On the more severe level of Hell, he didn't eat until he was full. But he still had enough calories; the boy didn't look emaciated, but rather muscular, sinewy, lean, and perhaps even handsome. The boy and former maniac looked in the mirror, and it reflected his reflection. He wasn't bad, even though he was still a teenager. That age of fourteen, when you still have childish features, but more mature ones are beginning to emerge. And you're especially handsome at that age. Your body isn't massive, but your muscles are laid out like tiles, and your skin is tanned to a bronze hue.
  Chikatilo crossed himself and said:
  - Thank you, Lord, for giving me, a bloody maniac, young, healthy, beautiful flesh!
  After which the boy slid down from the tree. Nearby was a purple brick path. Andreyka remarked to himself:
  - I think we should follow this path!
  And the boy ran across the grass, splashing his bare feet, and jumping up and down, he sang:
  Along a pretty path,
  Barefoot boys' feet...
  I'm tired of milking the cow,
  I want to tease my happiness!
  I'm not an evil maniac anymore,
  I'll give you an elbow in the snout!
  And Chakotila kept running. He was having a blast. Suddenly, ahead, she spotted a white pole with red stripes jutting out of the middle of the road. Chained to this pole was a boy of about twelve, badly lashed, wearing only swimming trunks. His arms were raised in chains, and his bare feet were shackled. Besides the whip marks, the boy's tanned body bore burn marks, and it was clear that the child's feet were also covered in blisters and soot.
  But despite the cruel torture the boy was subjected to, his gaze was clear, and he even found the strength to smile and said:
  - What are you staring at? Free me from the chains!
  Andreyka asked with surprise:
  - And who are you?
  The boy answered confidently:
  - I'm Malchish-Kibalchish! You probably know about me!
  The former maniac exclaimed:
  - Yes, I know! We've been told this tale since childhood! You were obviously tortured by the bourgeoisie, and you didn't reveal a military secret to them!
  The boy nodded and replied:
  "I was tortured, burned with pincers, given five hundred lashes and three shakings, my bare heels were roasted at the stake. And they even shocked me with electricity until I lost consciousness. But I didn't tell them anything. So they transported me to this wonderful world, chained me to a post, and left me to die slowly!"
  Andreyka looked at the chains. He tugged at them; each link was as thick as the thumb of a large, grown man. He noted:
  - Wow! You need a tool to saw them off!
  Malchish-Kibalchish replied:
  "No tool can remove this chain. It's enchanted by the best and most powerful mage of the bourgeoisie. But there is a way, and it will fall on its own..."
  Andreyka asked with a sigh:
  - And what is this method?
  Malchish-Kibalchish replied:
  "Press the button and a hologram of the devil will appear. He'll ask you three riddles. Answer them, and the chains will fall. But if you're wrong, you'll find yourself chained to death!"
  The former maniac whistled:
  - Cool! It's just like in the movies!
  Malchish-Kibalchish noted:
  - You can refuse! If I die, I'll go to Hell, and maybe we'll see each other again!
  Andreyka noted:
  "Hell-Purgatory is a place for the re-education of real people's souls. And you're a character invented by Arkady Gaidar!"
  Malchish-Kibalchish exclaimed:
  "Don't say that! I felt real pain from the burns and the whips, and I shuddered when they ran the current through me. And it was so painful, I had to literally muster up all my willpower. And then they say I don't have a soul! No, I have an immortal soul, just like everyone else!"
  Chikatilo hastened to answer:
  - Yes, I believe in your soul! And the bourgeoisie will answer!
  Malchish-Kibalchish asked:
  "Are you ready to press the button!? Remember, after this, there will be no turning back. Either answer the questions, or you'll die painfully of thirst and cold, chained up in chains!"
  Andreyka answered with a smile:
  - Dying a second time isn't scary! I'm ready!
  And the boy confidently pressed the button. A chuckle was heard, and a hologram of a little devil popped out. It was quite large, and the horned creature chirped:
  - Well, little man. Are you ready to answer questions?
  Chikatilo nodded his head and replied:
  - If you've taken on the task, don't say you're not strong enough!
  The devil nodded and added:
  - But remember, if you make a mistake even once, you will die here in chains and torment!
  Andreyka asked, clarifying:
  - Should the question be answered precisely, or is it enough to give a general answer?
  The devil giggled and squeaked:
  - Precisely! And no general answers!
  Chikatilo gurgled:
  - Can I appeal to a higher cassation court?
  The creature with horns giggled and asked:
  - What kind of highest cassation instance is this?
  Andreyka lowered his voice and answered:
  - This is the judgment of the twenty-four saints!
  The devil squeaked and replied:
  - No, I will decide myself whether you answered or not!
  Chikatilo jokingly remarked:
  - What about calling a friend? After all, the game Guess the Million Dollars includes calling a friend!
  The devil squeaked:
  - What kind of game is this?
  Andreyka replied:
  It's a game where a person answers various questions. They're given either a hint from the audience, a call to a friend, or a 50/50 decision!
  The creature with horns muttered:
  - Okay, enough slacking off! Let me ask you questions. By the way, if you lose, I'll tickle your bare heels with an ostrich feather, boy!
  Andreyka stamped his bare foot and hissed:
  - Fuck, tibidoh, tibidoh, uh!
  The devil squeaked in fear:
  - What kind of spell is this?
  The boy, a former maniac, replied:
  - Is this what old man Hottabych usually said when he pulled a hair out of his beard?
  The devil said with a grin:
  - Why couldn't he do magic any other way?
  Andreyka grinned and remarked:
  - And this is already the fourth question!
  The creature with horns squeaked:
  - Like the fourth?
  The maniac boy nodded:
  - You've already asked me three questions and answered them! And this is already the fourth question!
  The devil hit himself on the head and exclaimed:
  - Well done! You outsmarted the Demon of Riddles himself! Okay, I'll free your Malchish-Kibalchish!
  And the little animal stamped its hooves. And then the chains fell away, and the boy they had bound was free. Boy-Kibalshish landed. He gasped at the touch of his bare soles on the heated stone, and lowered his hands, which was also quite painful.
  The boy groaned, but held back his moans and noted:
  - My body is numb, but it will pass!
  Andreyka asked:
  - Can you walk?
  Malchish-Kibalchish answered confidently:
  "It's a bit painful to step on the burnt soles, of course, but it's okay if you gather your willpower. Besides, I'm still a child, and children's skin heals quickly. Especially in Hell!"
  The maniac boy asked:
  - Is this also Hell?
  Malchish-Kibalchish answered with a smile:
  - One of its branches! The Almighty has many abodes, and Hell is divided across the entire universe, as is Paradise!
  Andreyka confirmed:
  - Paradise is practically infinite, as is the Omnipotence of the Most High God!
  Malchish-Kibalchish noted:
  - My throat is dry! I need some freshly squeezed juice!
  And the freed young captive took a few steps. And it was obvious they were painful. His arms moved as if made of wood. Nevertheless, Malchish-Kibalchish remained agile.
  Chikatilo helped him pick a fairly large fruit and squeezed it with his hands. The boy-Kibalchish began to drink. Juice trickled down his face. The legendary child's teeth were intact. Apparently, they hadn't thought to drill them. The boy-Kibalchish drank greedily, and his spirits grew stronger, his eyes brightening. Even though his childish face was bruised, the young warrior had already picked another fruit and drunk from it as well. And it was clear he was enjoying it.
  Andreyka also drank, but decided it was better not to fill his belly. But otherwise, it was still good.
  Malchish-Kibalchish drank a little more and licked his lips and replied:
  - Beauty! Or as the people of the future say - hyperquasaric!
  The two boys ate another banana. And Malchish-Kabalchish stretched out on a leaf and muttered:
  - My back is sore! Let me rest! Let my muscles loosen up a bit from the stretching.
  And a boy in swimming trunks, covered in scrapes and bruises, burns and blisters, lay on a leaf. It was quite touching.
  Andreyka, also tired after ten hours of work in the quarries, prayed on his knees out of habit. He even sang:
  Evil is proud of its power
  And the fact that the majority came to terms with it,
  But can you and I forgive ourselves?
  When we don"t teach evil a lesson!
  After which he lay down... And passed out, quickly, like a youth, just as he had gotten used to falling asleep quickly in Hell. And this time, there were dreams.
  He saw something interesting...
  A beautiful girl rode on a horse, almost naked in a skimpy bikini and barefoot. Or rather, not even on a horse, but on a snow-white unicorn with a golden mane. And the girl was an extraordinary, dazzling beauty. She was tanned, and her hair flowed in waves, sparkling with the brightness of gold leaf. And on her head was a crown sparkling with diamonds.
  Girls rode behind her, some on unicorns, others on horses. The warriors came in all colors, but were mostly fair-haired, and almost all of them were tanned and quite beautiful.
  The boy Chikatilo whistled:
  - Wow! This is so cool!
  Malchish-Kibalchish appeared next to him. Both boys found themselves on unicorns at once. And both were still wearing only swimming trunks. But the heroic boy's cuts and burns had disappeared. It was clear he was beautifully muscled and well-built.
  The boy held a gong in his right hand, and suddenly he blew it. And the numerous horsewomen reared their horses and unicorns.
  Andreyka sang:
  Girls are dashing warriors,
  They are capable of crushing Sodom...
  Blue distances await us ahead,
  And the evil fascists, a furious defeat!
  There were several thousand girls, all mounted. Armed with swords or bows, and some with crossbows. They smelled of expensive perfume. Despite their minimal clothing, some of the beauties wore beads, earrings, tiaras, rings, and much more.
  Andreyka noted:
  - What a wonderful world! How wonderful it is to have so many girls. And they smell simply incredible!
  There were indeed a great many girls, and they were resplendent with beauty. But it was clear this cavalry army was rushing off to battle. And it seemed the idyll wouldn't last long.
  Malchish-Kibalchish noted:
  "The fair sex is wonderful! Especially when the girls are young. But on Earth, it's just terrible what age does to women!"
  Chikatilo agreed:
  - Yes, that's true! Planet Earth is worse than Hell! But in the underworld of purgatory, thanks to the Most Merciful and Compassionate God, even the most hardened sinners and maniacs, like me, are given youthful, and very healthy flesh! That is the greatest Grace of the Most High God!
  The boy Kibalchish answered with a smile:
  - Yes, that's true... The Bolsheviks claimed that God doesn't exist, otherwise it's not clear why He allows such chaos on Earth!
  Andreyka answered with a smile:
  "That's so there's freedom of choice. On Earth, the Almighty allows evil and free will, and even injustice, so that everyone can express themselves as they wish. And then, after death, an ideal order awaits them, albeit one that allows for some freedom, in Hell-Purgatory, and the absolute freedom with moral limitations of Heaven!"
  Malchish-Kibalchish continued to hop around, and everything around him was quite beautiful. Flowers grew five or six meters tall, with lush buds.
  He suddenly asked:
  "You said that grace reaches even maniacs like you?" Malchish-Kibalchish asked in surprise.
  - Are you a maniac?
  Andreyka said with a sigh:
  - Unfortunately, yes! I myself am very ashamed and unpleasant to remember this. I killed innocent children for my own pleasure. How vile and disgusting that is!
  Malchish-Kibalchish was surprised:
  - Can killing people be enjoyable?
  Chikatilo noted:
  "It's some kind of mental illness and anomaly. The Marquis de Sade brilliantly described something like this in his works. True, he had a rich and twisted imagination, but he himself never did anything like that!"
  Malchish-Kibalchish took and sang:
  Dreamer, you called me,
  Dreamer, you and I are not a couple!
  You are smart and beautiful like a fairy,
  Well, as for me, I love you more and more!
  Andreyka said with a sigh:
  - But how ashamed and disgusted I am about this! How morally degraded one must be, and not just morally!
  Malchish-Kibalchish noted:
  - Yes, unfortunately, that happens. And what happened to the Bolsheviks? I heard they also underwent a moral degeneration!?
  Chikatilo nodded:
  "Yes, under Stalin, there was barbaric collectivization, the Holodomor, and mass purges. Sometimes you're even amazed at how cruelly investigators treated their own citizens, knowing full well they weren't enemies of the people!"
  Malchish-Kibalchish noted:
  "I've heard some general outlines, but I don't know the details. Gorbachev supposedly destroyed the USSR!"
  Chikatilo responded to this:
  "It's not that simple. There were many reasons for the collapse of the USSR. Among them were the elite's desire to live like the West, while local potentates plundered their own people and didn't share with the center. And then there was Yeltsin's ill will, which lured both the people and the elite into following him, and much more. Including problems in the economy and interethnic relations!"
  The boy Kibalchish noted:
  - Well, that's too complicated. Let's talk about girls instead!
  Andreyka laughed and sang:
  A loud voice rang out,
  It will be very good...
  It's time to think about the girls,
  It's time for us at our age!
  Then, unexpectedly, the fairytale idyll was interrupted. A squad of horse-riding, unicorn-girls rode out onto the field. And on the opposite side, a whole army was already standing. It consisted of brown bears with very ugly faces. In their hands, they held clubs, axes, and swords. And they began to roar.
  The girls formed a crescent formation on the move. And without thinking twice, they unleashed a swarm of arrows and crossbow bolts. The orcs charged with roars and whoops.
  Chikatilo noted with a smile:
  - Wow! This is some phasmagoria!
  The boy Kibalchish asked:
  - What is phasmogoria?
  Andreyka answered with a smile:
  - I don't know myself! But something cool and fantastic!
  The girls fired arrows at the orcs trying to attack them. They acted very quickly. Andreyka and Malchish-Kibalchish also had bows on their backs. The revolutionary boy raised his weapon and let fly.
  Chikatilo noted:
  - Should we interfere and kill living beings?
  Malchish-Kibalchish answered in a ringing voice:
  - These are orcs! The embodiment of evil!
  Chikatilo replied with a sigh:
  - But my name has also become a byword for evil and vileness!
  CHAPTER No 14.
  Hitler and the partisan Lara walked through the forest. The boy and girl splashed their bare feet in the snow, and it melted, revealing bright, blooming snowdrops. And it was getting warmer. The children were happy. Although Adolf Hitler was more than an adult, his youthful flesh invigorated him. And he felt good. Doing good deeds was pleasant. Not like before, in his previous life, when the Führer was considered a fiend from Hell, who had killed millions of people during the war and in the camps. Hitler himself was not at all evil. On the contrary, he was a refined person, loved beautiful flowers, girls, children, and wanted to build universal happiness.
  But being a realist, he understood that there weren't enough happiness and natural resources for all of humanity, and that the circle of the chosen few would have to be perforce limited. And so he limited it to the Germans. This led to serious problems. And to great evil... And it turned out badly with the Jews. Why offend such an intelligent people? They are wonderful people! And how talented the Jews are-and send them to be massacred.
  Hitler's mood immediately soured when he remembered his atrocities. How could he really live with it? How much evil his orders and policies had brought. He wished he could erase his former memory without a trace, and never think of it again!
  Here the former Führer, now a boy of about twelve, was distracted. A huge tiger leaped out in front of him and Lara. Her skin glowed with all the colors of the rainbow, and fangs protruded from her enormous mouth. The beast roared:
  - Where are you heading, kids!
  Lara replied:
  - We are looking for partisans!
  The huge beast replied:
  "The old partisans are gone. It's a different world. There are only girls with machine guns!"
  Lara blinked in confusion and looked around. The snow had completely melted. And the weather was like a hot summer. And the trees grew somehow ornately. Like violins, guitars, double basses - stuck into the grass. And magical music emanated from them.
  Lara whistled:
  - No way!
  Hitler, who was more experienced, was not surprised:
  - It's a kind of parallel world. And everything will be great there too!
  The saber-toothed tiger squealed:
  - I can swallow you kids in one gulp, you understand!
  Considering the beast was the size of a mammoth, and its mouth was almost like a sperm whale's, it truly was a monster. And it would swallow you without a second thought.
  Hitler said with a sigh:
  - There are so many sins in me that if you swallow me, you will bear their entire monstrous weight!
  The saber-toothed tiger chuckled:
  - What sins could you possibly have, boy? Masturbation, or picking up a cigarette butt around the corner?
  The former Fuhrer replied with a sigh:
  - It's better not to talk about this!
  The huge beast laughed and remarked:
  - What sad eyes you have, child. I understand you've had a lot of grief and sorrow in your life, haven't you?
  Hitler nodded with a sigh:
  - Yes, I suffered a lot! You can't argue with that!
  The saber-toothed tiger thundered:
  - Then sing something pitiful! And I won't eat you and the girl and will let you go!
  The boy-Fuhrer puffed out his cheeks and sang with enthusiasm:
  Whoever takes up the sword in the darkness of slavery,
  And do not endure the humiliating shame...
  Your enemy will not build a foundation on blood,
  You will pass an unfortunate sentence on him!
  
  The boy is beaten with a vicious whip,
  The executioner torments with an evil rat...
  But to turn the evil tormentor into a corpse,
  We won't hear girls crying anymore!
  
  Don't be a slave, humiliated in the dust,
  And quickly raise your head...
  And there will be the light of Elfinism in the distance,
  I love Solntsus and Spartak!
  
  Let there be a bright world in the universe,
  In which happiness will be with people for centuries...
  And the children will celebrate a merry feast there,
  That kingdom is not of blood, but of the fist!
  
  We believe there will be paradise throughout the universe,
  We will master the cosmic space...
  About this, warrior boy, you dare,
  So that there is no nightmare and evil shame here!
  
  Yes, we are slaves in chains, groaning under oppression,
  And a burning whip lashes our ribs...
  But I believe we will kill all the orc-rats,
  Because the leader of the rebels is very cool!
  
  At this very hour all the boys have risen up,
  The girls are also on the same page with them...
  And I believe there will be distances of Soltsenism,
  We will throw off the hateful yoke!
  
  Then the horn of victory will sound,
  And the children will flourish in glory...
  Changes in happiness await us,
  Passing all exams with flying colors!
  
  We will achieve such a miracle, I believe,
  What will be a real paradise of light...
  At least somewhere there is a witch - a vile Judas,
  What drives boys into the barn!
  
  There is no place in hell for us slaves,
  We can drive the devils out of the cracks...
  In the name of paradise, that holy light of the Lord,
  For all free and joyful people!
  
  May there be peace throughout the sublunary world,
  Let there be happiness and sacred sunniness...
  We shoot at the enemies like in a shooting range,
  Just up and not down for a second!
  
  Yes, our power, believe me, will not run out,
  She will be the universe's heavenly path...
  And the army of the rebels will roar loudly,
  So that the hostile rats drown!
  
  This is how joyful and happy it is,
  The grass grows like roses all around...
  Our boys' team,
  The look is definitely that of a mountain eagle!
  
  Victory will be in the undoubted light,
  I believe we will build Eden, honestly...
  All the happiness and joy on any planet,
  And you are not a redneck, but a respectable sir!
  The saber-toothed tiger twitched his fangs and noted:
  - Not a bad song, though I wouldn't say it's pathetic. Well, why am I giving you life?
  Lara noted:
  - We have life anyway!
  The huge beast replied:
  - I could have taken it from you, but I didn't, so I gave it to you! And that's so wonderful!
  Hitler grinned and replied:
  - In any case, we are grateful for this too! And what will happen next?
  The saber-toothed tiger replied:
  - If he guesses my riddle, I can take you to the city of golden sand!
  Lara whistled:
  - This is wonderful! A city of golden sand, it looks like something wonderful!
  The huge beast roared:
  - Yes! There's a lot to see there, but if you don't solve the riddle, I'll swallow you up in a flash and show you no mercy!
  Hitler boldly replied:
  - Swallow me alone! But don't touch the girl!
  The saber-toothed tiger laughed, and his laugh was like a grunt, and then replied:
  - Fine! Okay, I won't touch the girl! But if you lose, I'll devour you piece by piece, and it'll be really painful!
  The boy-Fuhrer exclaimed:
  - Well, I'm ready! And if I have to lie down in the ground, it'll only be once!
  The huge beast purred:
  - What is clear as water, but stains the nose and tarnishes the reputation?
  Lara exclaimed:
  - What a mystery! Is that even possible?
  Hitler said confidently:
  - Well, I know the answer to that: it's vodka or schnapps. It's clear, but it stains your nose and tarnishes your reputation!
  The saber-toothed tiger said with a sigh:
  - Get on my back! As I promised, I'll take you to the city of golden sands!
  The children sat down. They tucked their bare feet, their calloused soles rough and calloused. The saber-toothed tiger spread its wings; they were enormous, like bats the size of a large passenger jet. The gigantic beast flapped them, and Hitler and Lara's ears began to buzz, and this power began to rise into the air.
  The children exclaimed in chorus:
  Higher and higher and higher,
  Strive for the flight of frisky birds...
  And in every propeller breathes,
  Peace of our borders!
  Trees of the most exotic and ornate shapes flashed below. And numerous stones, too, with glittering surfaces. Further on, lawns appeared, and fountains gushed from their centers. The water, moreover, was multicolored.
  Lara noted with a sweet smile:
  - Quite a pleasant little world!
  Hitler stated:
  - The fountains are most likely natural. Will there be traces of an intelligent civilization here?
  The saber-toothed, winged tiger roared:
  - Of course they will!
  And then, as if to confirm his words, a statue appeared on the lawn-a naked and very muscular youth and two girls, holding sharp, gilded swords in their hands, raised high. Beneath this statue, riding unicorns, were five beautiful horsewomen with bows. And another knight in black armor, riding a powerful, six-legged camel. He held an axe in one hand and a trident in the other.
  Lara whistled:
  - What an entourage!
  Hitler agreed:
  - It looks unusual! And the girls, I must say, are simply lovely!
  Saber-toothed, winged tiger noted:
  - These are elves! They shoot very accurately and from a distance! Try not to tease them!
  The children giggled softly. It really did look funny. And that monster flies. Hitler thought that one of the reasons for the Third Reich's defeat in World War II was the excessive reliance on fighter jets' armament and firepower at the expense of maneuverability. In particular, the Focke-Wulf was armed with six cannons, two of which were 30mm and four were 20mm. And the ME-109 was armed with five cannons, three of which were 30mm.
  This weapon power, while allowing these fighters to be used as attack aircraft, also negatively impacted maneuverability, as the aircraft's cannons and ammunition are quite heavy. More weight also reduces maneuverability, especially horizontal maneuverability, and speed.
  Moreover, it's important to remember that aircraft cannons cost money, and their production is expensive. Therefore, German fighters were more complex and expensive to produce, especially compared to Soviet ones. The most widely produced Yak-9 had only one 20-millimeter cannon and one machine gun. In terms of the striking power of a minute-long salvo, it couldn't compare to the German aircraft. But in the real war, air supremacy was by no means the Nazis'.
  And here, Hitler himself was primarily to blame, for he was overly carried away by the firepower and armament of aircraft. On the other hand, the presence of such powerful armament and armor made German fighters quite capable attack aircraft. And the Focke-Wulf could be used as a frontline bomber, carrying almost two tons of bombs.
  Only towards the end of the war did the Führer understand the importance of having an aircraft that might not be as heavily armed, but was light, maneuverable, inexpensive, and easy to produce. Thus, the HE-162 people's fighter was born.
  But it arrived too late, and most importantly, it turned out that operating such a machine required highly qualified pilots. The TA-183, from which Soviet designers derived the MiG-15, proved more practical as a fighter pilot than the ME-1100's variable-sweep wing.
  Lara asked the former Fuhrer:
  - What are you thinking about!
  Hitler replied with a sigh:
  - Yes, I remembered old memories! And very unpleasant and not very cheerful ones at that!
  Lara sang with a smile:
  It's too early for us to live in memories,
  Whatever they may be...
  So that they don"t return to us as suffering,
  The deeds of bygone youthful days!
  There, ahead, the tall towers of a huge city appeared. The towers were covered in gold leaf and topaz stars. It was very beautiful.
  The saber-toothed winged tiger slowed down. Its enormous bulk began to glide gently. The children, perched on the mighty beast, sang:
  If you want to achieve happiness,
  Fight for freedom against the horde...
  Let the bad weather clouds disperse,
  For a girl with a strong braid!
  
  Don't believe me, enemies are not omnipotent,
  We will boldly torment them...
  Let's strike hard and strong,
  And we get a solid five!
  
  The best years of the Fatherland are with us,
  A radiant laugh is heard...
  Let us live in holy elfinism,
  And let's celebrate, I believe it will be a success!
  
  God is not weak, believe me, girls.
  He calls you all to heroic deeds...
  You are forever beloved children,
  Get right on the hike!
  The children, when the saber-toothed, winged tiger landed and leaped from its wing, their bare, nimble feet slapped the orange tiles. The boy and girl held hands. And they half-ran. And Hitler and Lara laughed, with their ringing, childish, magnificent voices.
  The children approached the gate. A saber-toothed tiger rose up, sending a shockwave through the air, shaking the grass. The boy and girl waved their hands at them. And stamped their small, bare, tanned feet with calloused soles.
  At the entrance stood very beautiful elven girls, with bows and gold-plated cuirasses. And their hair was like spring dandelions-bright yellow. And there were many buildings made of yellow marble.
  The children were stopped at the entrance. They were elves, and they differed from human girls only in the shape of their lynx ears. And they were very beautiful and curvy. They had so much charm.
  And they asked:
  - Where are you going, teenagers!
  Hitler replied with a smile:
  - I'm an artist, and this is my assistant. And we're going to make paintings!
  The guard girls were interested in this:
  -- Come on, try drawing us too!
  The boy-Fuhrer answered with a very childish smile:
  - With pleasure!
  Lara noted:
  - We need paints and brushes!
  The elven chief guard replied:
  - This will be for you! Give it here.
  Two slave boys in swimming trunks, lean and tanned, flashing their bare heels, rushed into the warehouse.
  Lara noted:
  - Things are arranged here very efficiently!
  The young slaves brought a brush and paints. The boy-Führer in Hell-Purgatory had ample opportunity to paint, especially at the more restrictive level. So Hitler held the brush with great confidence and made a few strokes.
  The senior elf guard exclaimed:
  - Draw me! It will be interesting!
  Hitler began to make his heels, jumping up and down and slapping his childish feet, he became even smaller and younger in flesh than he had been in Hell.
  But this made the boy-Fuhrer seem even more charming with his light curls, lightly sprinkled with gold powder.
  And his brush, richly smeared with oil paint, flickered.
  But another elf answered with a smile:
  - Why is the girl standing there with her mouth open? Let her entertain us too!
  The senior elven guard nodded:
  - Let her sing! We'll listen with great pleasure!
  The partisan girl Lara coughed to clear her throat and sang with great pleasure and enthusiasm:
  We are the girls of the cosmic path,
  The brave flew on starships...
  In fact, we are the bread and salt of the Earth,
  We can see communism in the distance!
  
  But we flew into a loop of time,
  In which there is no room for sentimentality...
  And the enemy was greatly astonished,
  No need for unnecessary sentimentality, sister!
  
  We can fight with a fierce enemy,
  That we are being attacked like an evil tsunami...
  We will zealously arrange a rout for the orclair,
  Neither sabers nor bullets will stop us!
  
  Girls need order in everything,
  To show how cool we are...
  The machine gun accurately fires at the orcs,
  Throwing a grenade with bare feet!
  
  We are not afraid to swim in the sea, you know,
  Now the girls are glorious pirates...
  If necessary, we will build a bright paradise,
  These are the soldiers of the twenty-first century!
  
  The enemy does not know what he will get,
  We are capable of stabbing daggers in the back...
  The Orkshites will suffer a fierce defeat,
  And we will set up our own brigantine!
  
  There are no cooler girls in the whole country,
  We release lightning bolts at the orcs...
  I believe the sunny dawn will come,
  And the evil Cain will be destroyed!
  
  We will do this sisters at once,
  That the troll will fly apart like grains of sand...
  We are not afraid of the evil Karabas,
  Barefoot girls don't need shoes!
  
  We shoot very accurately, you know,
  Zealously mowing down the Oklerovtsevs...
  The servants of Satan have invaded us,
  But girls, know that glory will not pass you by!
  
  This is what we are capable of doing in this battle,
  Cut down the aggressive orcs into cabbage...
  But know our word, not a sparrow,
  The enemy doesn't have much time left!
  
  You won't understand what the girls were fighting for,
  For bravery, for the fatherland and for a man...
  When the enemy sows evil lies,
  And the boy is lighting a torch here!
  
  There will be no place for enemies anywhere, know this,
  We girls will sweep away their powder...
  And there will be paradise on our planet,
  We will rise as if from the cradle!
  
  If you need to cut a sharp sword,
  Streaming from machine guns like a downpour...
  And the thread of silk life will not be broken,
  Some will die and others will come!
  
  Raise your glass to our Rus',
  The wine is foamy, emerald-colored...
  And strike at Orkler,
  To be strangled by rotten Judas!
  
  In the name of honor, conscience, love,
  A glorious victory will come to the girls...
  Let's not build happiness on blood,
  Don't cut your neighbor into pieces!
  
  Believe me, we girls are brave,
  In everything we can do, we do it with dignity...
  The fierce beast roars, I know, in battle,
  We will fly very freely!
  
  The sea surface sparkles like emerald,
  And the waves splash like a fan in the caress...
  Let the scum orcs die,
  The bald devil doesn't have long left!
  
  That's how good girls are,
  I glimpse the bare heels of beauties...
  We will sing very boldly from the heart,
  The backpack is filled with hyperplasma!
  
  The greatness of girls is in this,
  That the enemy will not bring them to their knees...
  And if necessary, he will move with an oar,
  Damned evil orc fiend Cain!
  
  The scale of the girls' events is great,
  They are capable of breaking all cheekbones...
  Our hope is a solid monolith,
  The bald Fuhrer is already blown away!
  
  We are rushing into battle as if to a parade,
  Ready to defeat your enemies by playing...
  I believe there will be a great result,
  Greatness blooms like roses in May!
  
  Here she threw the dagger with her bare heel,
  He plunged his sword into the orc king's throat at once...
  The girl of death is apparently the ideal,
  In vain did this demon exalt himself!
  
  The donkey released a fountain of blood,
  He threw away his wild hooves at once...
  And the bald devil king collapsed under the table,
  His orcish head is smashed!
  
  We pirates are great fighters,
  They showed such a virtuoso class...
  Our grandfathers and fathers are proud of us,
  The distances of Soltsenism are already sparkling!
  
  When we seize the royal throne,
  Then the coolest part will begin...
  The slave will not groan,
  Reward is something that can be earned!
  
  And then we will create, believe me, a family,
  And the children will be great and healthy...
  I love the new world, the color of joy,
  Where the children dance in circles!
  CHAPTER No 15.
  The battle with the orcs continued. Chikatilo and Malchish-Kibalchish fired at the ugly bears from a distance, firing both arrows and crossbow bolts. For now, the girls avoided close combat. But they acted boldly, it must be said. The warriors are true professionals. And they possess so much vitality and energy that it's impossible to describe in a fairy tale or with a pen. And they fight everyone with energy and commitment.
  Malchish-Kibalchish chirped:
  Let him bare his teeth with the crown,
  The British lion howls...
  The commune will not be generational,
  Don't attack with your left hand!
  Chikatilo, having released an arrow and pierced another wolf, noted:
  - And you improved Mayakovsky! But he's not one of the best poets!
  Malchish-Kibalchish squeaked:
  They say I'm really a cool guy,
  I'll sort it all out in literally five minutes...
  But the verses of the super-genius poet,
  They won"t appreciate it, they won"t receive it, they won"t understand it!
  Chikatilo laughed again. It was a hilarious sight. Although the orcs stank, their scent was overpowered by the perfume of the delightful girls.
  The former maniac noted:
  - In this world we solve strategic problems.
  And he remembered what strategy was. In the largest war in human history, World War II, both strategy and tactics were decisive. There are many reasons for the Third Reich's defeat, but the main one is that, especially at the beginning of the war, it failed to fully utilize its resources and military-industrial complex. And it didn't make a super-effort at the beginning of World War II. And even after the attack on the USSR, the Nazis fought at half-strength until 1943. By the time they really began to exert themselves, it was too late.
  Chikatilo, however, thought it wasn't particularly interesting. Indeed, by this time, more than a hundred years had passed since World War II. In Russia, the Russo-Ukrainian War, and the hybrid war against the West, had become more popular and in demand. It lasted longer than World War II. That's just how it worked out.
  One great science fiction writer and patriot predicted back in 2014 that the war between Russia and Ukraine would be the bloodiest since World War II. And this prediction came true. It's a good thing it didn't escalate to a global nuclear war, otherwise it would have been a disaster.
  Chikatilo, continuing to shoot, sang:
  And in every cop's baton,
  I see Vovik's grin,
  His dull cyborg gaze,
  Russia's nightmare sunset!
  Malchish-Kibalchish said with a smile, continuing to release arrows and crossbow bolts:
  - Yes, this is our global project!
  Both boys blew their horns again. That's how aggressive it all was!
  When the orcs got closer, the warrior girls started throwing annihilation pellets at the ugly bears. They literally tore them apart, sending their arms and legs flying in all directions. Or rather, even their paws and claws. That was awesome and cool.
  Malchish-Kibalchish suggested:
  - Maybe we should go and sing! I'm tired of playing mud!
  Chikatilo noted with delight:
  - We will fight on the ground, in the sky and in pitch darkness!
  And both terminator boys puffed out their cheeks and began to sing in full-bodied voices:
  The fight against the Orkish plague is underway,
  We are being attacked by a pack of ghouls...
  Into battle a girl with bare feet,
  And the enemy will be crushed like a dog!
  
  We girls are the coolest fighters,
  We fight like cherubs in battle...
  Our grandfathers and fathers are proud of us,
  Know that hobbits are invincible in battle!
  
  Capable of doing what the enemy can do in a coffin,
  We'll hit you so hard that the predator will go speechless...
  And we will stop the horde in its fury,
  Although Koschei was talking nonsense, of course!
  
  This is a battle with a gang of orcs, you know,
  We are capable of creating a beautiful world...
  Build a wonderful paradise on the planet,
  For the glory of our mother Elfia!
  
  The enemy attacks us cruelly,
  There is a lot of blood and rage in it, believe me...
  But with us is the great God Solntsus,
  To whom even children are obedient!
  
  We will not yield to the enemy in anything, know this,
  Let's push it at least to the median...
  May will be forever radiant,
  And the enemy, believe me, is just like a monkey!
  
  We warriors are so cool,
  That there is nothing in the universe stronger than us, believe me...
  Believe the enemy is just a sketch of a donkey,
  And someone started talking nonsense at once!
  
  God inspired us with the battle of beauties,
  He told you to fight, show your strength...
  And somewhere a moron orc burst into tears,
  He obviously wants to go to the grave himself!
  
  Don't believe that girls are weak,
  They are capable of doing something really cool...
  It is not at all convenient for us to cry now,
  Although the enemy is like a puffed-up turkey!
  
  What do you want, evil Coffin,
  How can the unclean rule in the whole universe?
  Is it with your stupid head,
  The girl wants to hit her so much!
  
  In short, an orc or a troll is no match for us,
  We are capable of winning, we are capable of winning, believe me...
  The family is now growing as one,
  We will be in the universal, I know, center!
  
  The warrior is a hurricane,
  Which swept through everywhere like a tornado...
  There are a lot, I know from different countries,
  A furious gyrfalcon rose above them!
  
  Let there be faith as much as there is sunshine,
  Mountains will appear like the light of the sun...
  Go ahead girls, don't look down for a second,
  Let's leave this talk to hell!
  
  Solntsus leads us in a wonderful world,
  Where there is no fear, sorrow and captivity...
  The victories opened an endless account,
  And I believe in happiness there will be changes!
  
  We just have to take the last step,
  Solve the problem with a furious attack...
  Where every person is of course a magician,
  And we girls are just bullies!
  
  And Grobovoy is already running like a louse,
  He lost his tyrant guise...
  The strong shield shattered against the girls,
  He flew off the sofa with a strong blow!
  
  So the girls' victory is near,
  They are capable of knocking down the enemy for breakfast...
  And how furious Satan is,
  We will win today, not tomorrow!
  The boys sang. And the orcs' relentless attack fizzled out. The remnants of their forces fled.
  The girls on unicorns and horses didn't pursue them. That was also bloody.
  The most beautiful and very richly decorated with jewels elf girl rode up to the boys.
  Chikatilo bowed to her, and Malchish-Kibalchish made a haughty face.
  The queen girl noted with a smile:
  - You are brave boys. But one of you is poorly behaved!
  Malchish-Kibalchish answered with a smile:
  - Why should I bow? That's why we staged the revolution, so that no one, ever, would have to bow to anyone!
  The queen girl exclaimed:
  - You know, maybe you're right! I won't force you!
  Chikatilo asked:
  - Should we ride together or go our separate ways?
  Malchish-Kibalchish said:
  - It's best to go our own way! Especially since we have wonderful unicorns and we'll ride them!
  The queen girl giggled and replied:
  - You are wonderful boys. And I even like your impudence. So let's get going and sing!
  The children joined in chorus and began to sing with fury and love:
  My country of love, the USSR,
  Beautiful, blooms like a ruby rose...
  Let's show humanity an example,
  No one can destroy children!
  
  We are the pioneers, sons of Lenin,
  Who serve the world as eagles...
  Children are born to rule the universe,
  In the meantime, they run barefoot through puddles!
  
  We are the warriors of our native Ilyich,
  Who showed the very right path...
  You don't cut knights off the shoulder,
  Otherwise it will be really bad!
  
  Here Hitler threw down his regiments in rage,
  The boys had to fight the evil horde...
  But it"s not in the interests of pioneers to be cowardly,
  We are born like lions to fight the unclean!
  
  Comrade Stalin is also a glorious leader,
  Although he screwed up a lot in his swearing...
  But he makes his enemies simply tremble,
  Capable of delivering a full blow!
  
  We fought barefoot near Moscow,
  The snowdrifts bit my bare heels...
  But Hitler turned out to be a fool,
  The pioneers gave him a fair amount of grief!
  
  Both boys and girls in battle,
  Believe me, they showed their class...
  The dead now bloom in paradise,
  And they behold, believe me, the distance of communism!
  
  Boys are not afraid of frosts,
  They jump bravely in just shorts...
  Their feet are considered bare all year round,
  The guys are strong in hand-to-hand combat!
  
  Here the boy threw a bomb at the formidable tank,
  The powerful "Tiger" is burning like a blazing fire...
  Stalingrad became a nightmare for the Fritzes,
  It's like the underworld, the hell of the game!
  
  Here is a pioneer in attack, a good fellow,
  He steps onto the fire with his bare sole...
  Now comrade Stalin is like a father,
  Let the evil Cain be destroyed!
  
  We are very cool and proud kids,
  Believe the Russians, we will not surrender to our enemies...
  And we will repel the streams of the evil horde,
  Although Adolf went crazy like a mangy dog!
  
  A pioneer fights for his homeland,
  The boy simply knows no doubts...
  He will show the Octoberites an example,
  And he attacks furiously!
  
  For us, Vladimir Lenin is a glorious God,
  Which creates reality boldly...
  And so that the bald, vile Fuhrer dies,
  We will beat our enemies for good reason!
  
  Oh girl, my friend,
  We are just children, barefoot in the bitter frost...
  But I believe there will be a strong family,
  We will see blue expanses!
  
  Summer has replaced the burning winter,
  The damned fascist is attacking again...
  We fought hard last spring,
  In space, the enemy is a little virtual!
  
  Well, what is the Panther coming at me for?
  The boy bravely threw a grenade at her...
  The penalty has already started to accumulate for the Fritzes,
  And the fascist tank threw off its caterpillar track!
  
  A child is a giant warrior,
  And he wears a red, poppy-colored tie...
  Our people are united in the Fatherland,
  And the stars of communism will not go out!
  
  We will fight in the summer as always,
  It's nicer for children's feet to walk on the grass...
  May a great dream come true,
  When the boy clangs his steel hard!
  
  I believe that we will all enter Berlin,
  And we'll live to see victory with the girl...
  We will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  So that our grandfathers can be proud of the pioneer!
  
  But you need to strain your children"s strength,
  And fight in such a way that people won"t be ashamed...
  Passing all exams with flying colors,
  I believe we will soon be in communism!
  
  Don't believe the tales that the priests spin,
  It's as if atheists are being roasted by devils...
  In fact, they are doomed,
  What sacrifices do not bring to communism!
  
  And we will soon conquer the planet,
  The entire Soviet universe will be...
  Our starship is stronger than a cherub,
  We are the kings and judges of the universe!
  
  Then science will resurrect the dead,
  All the pioneers, the grandfathers of glory, are alive...
  The Fatherland forged a sword and shield,
  After all, the Mind is with us and we are invincible!
  That's how these heroic children sang with feeling and expression. After which Chikatilo wanted to add something else, but... he woke up.
  Malchish-Kibalchish had already stood up and was tickling the former maniac's bare, round heel.
  Andreyka nodded:
  - What an interesting dream I had! You just have to confess, and the girls are super!
  Malchish-Kibalchish confirmed:
  - I saw the girls too! And you with them!
  Chikatilo noted:
  - It looks like we have the same dreams!
  The boy hero confirmed:
  - Yes, general ones! In this world, such things happen quite often. And you can even dream something up in your sleep!
  The two young warriors suddenly bumped fists. Chikatilo looked at Malchish-Kibalchish. His wounds and marks from the torture had healed and dried. The blisters had significantly diminished, new calluses were growing on the soles of his feet, and the child-terminator himself had become healthier and more energetic.
  Both boys picked another banana, ate it, and continued along the purple brick road. Their calloused soles slapped against it. They walked and waved their fists at the same time.
  And they sang with a cheerful look:
  It's fun to walk together through the open spaces,
  Across the open spaces, across the open spaces!
  And of course it"s better to sing in chorus,
  Better in chorus, better in chorus!
  Along the way, the landscape changed slightly. Giant ferns appeared, in particular. They were quite colorful, and rosettes grew, scarlet, orange, and yellow. Besides them, there were palm-like trees, but thicker, and swaying, ornate vines. They resembled a tangled web of snakes. Giant butterflies also flew about. Some had wings like reflective mirrors, others sparkled like gold leaf, and still others were a rainbow of colors.
  How cool and fun it looked.
  Chikatilo noted:
  - This is a fun place!
  The boy Kibalchish agreed:
  - Yes, it's impressive. It's great here. However, soon we'll find ourselves in the domain of the bourgeoisie!
  Andreyka asked with a smile:
  - Is it like running along this road?
  The child commander objected:
  - No! We still have to get through the portal! It's not that simple!
  Chikatilo jokingly sang:
  Life is not easy,
  And the paths do not lead straight...
  Everything comes too late,
  Everything goes away too soon!
  Malchish-Kibalchish confirmed:
  - Yes! You can't argue with that! However, there's no rush in Hell. You have eternity ahead of you!
  Andreyka remarked with a smile:
  "Not just eternity, but joyful eternity! And this is truly the endless grace of the Almighty!"
  The child revolutionary noted:
  - And yet Bolshevism educates in an atheistic spirit!
  And Malchish-Kibalchish stamped his bare, tanned foot and sang:
  Don't expect mercy from heaven,
  Do not spare life for the truth...
  We are guys in this life,
  Only with the truth on the way!
  Chkhzikatilo also sang with delight in response:
  My God, how beautiful and pure You are,
  I believe that Your righteousness is infinite...
  You gave your glorious life on the cross,
  And now you will burn in my heart forever!
  
  You are the Lord of beauty, joy, peace and love,
  The embodiment of boundless, bright light...
  You shed precious blood on the cross,
  The planet was saved by boundless sacrifice!
  And Malchish-Kibalchish and Chikatilo joined hands.
  Andreyka answered with a sigh:
  "In my previous life, I was miserable! I thought no one loved me, no one cared about me, and this awakened a visceral rage within me. But only in the afterlife did I understand that the Almighty loves me with all his heart, even a bloodthirsty maniac like me, and accepts me as I am! And then my soul felt much lighter!"
  The boy Kibalchish chuckled and replied:
  - On the contrary, everyone loved me, especially my peers! I was their leader and authority figure! That's just how it is, you know!
  Both boys slowed slightly. They were happy. Then a peacock appeared before them. It was so large, like an entire house, and its tail feathers were so bright, simply dazzling. Its head, too, seemed covered in a layer of diamonds. An incredibly colorful bird.
  Malchish-Kibalchish noted:
  - It's almost like a Krylov fable. What feathers, what a sock, and apparently the voice must be angelic!
  Chikatilo grinned and noted:
  - Yes, angelic! Although I must say, peacocks on Earth have such an unpleasant voice, in this world it might be the other way around!
  The child revolutionary noted:
  - As Lenin liked to say - a dialectical paradox!
  The children passed the peacock, who made no sound. But suddenly, a girl jumped out of his tail. She was almost naked, wearing only thin panties and a narrow strip of fabric across her chest. She looked very beautiful, her skin bronzed from the sun, and her long, waist-length hair, flowing in waves and sparkling like gold leaf.
  The boy Kibalchish sang with enthusiasm:
  You are not an angel, but for me,
  But for me you became a saint!
  You are not an angel, but I saw,
  But I saw your unearthly light!
  The girl grinned and rather deftly grabbed Malchish-Kibalchish by the nose with her bare toes. He even whistled:
  - Oho, ho, ho, ho!
  And he broke free from her fingers. The girl laughed and noted:
  - You're a cool guy! Do you like the fair sex?
  Malchish-Kibalchish sang:
  Because, because we are pilots,
  Our sky, our sky, our native home...
  First things first, first things first, planes,
  Well, and the girls, and the girls later!
  The girl in the bikini and with gold leaf hair objected:
  - No! There's no life without the fair sex! Although, you're still little, you don't understand how important love is between a man and a woman!
  The boy Kibalchish objected:
  - Calendar age doesn"t matter!
  Chikatilo nodded in agreement:
  - Exactly! Life experience, and also the presence of a spiritual core, decide a lot!
  The girl laughed and noted:
  - A spiritual core? I was thinking of something else! I mean, a core!
  The peacock suddenly broke the silence and said in a rather pleasant voice:
  - Don't talk dirty in front of children!
  Andreyka noted:
  - I'm not exactly a child! But in any case, there's no need to say anything vulgar!
  The boy Kibalchish growled:
  - I'm not a child at all! I'll just go and give you a knockout!
  The girl noticed:
  - Okay, kids, excuse me. You can help my peacock!
  Chikatilo replied:
  - We are always happy to help, but can we?
  The beauty replied:
  - I think you can do it. There's nothing out of the ordinary here!
  The boy Kibalchish noted:
  - How can we help such a giant!?
  The girl answered with a sweet look:
  - All you have to do is wash its tail with rose water. And then it will acquire unique properties!
  Chikatilo asked in surprise:
  - And what unique properties!
  The beauty with gold-colored hair said:
  - Then those who look and touch his tail will be cured of any disease!
  The boy Kibalchish exclaimed:
  - Great! No problem, we'll definitely help him wash it! Give me some rose water!
  The girl answered with a sigh:
  - Unfortunately, I don't have any rose water. You'll have to get some first!
  CHAPTER No 16.
  Gennady Vasilyevich Davidenya, or simply Genka, a boy of about fourteen, worked barefoot in shorts in the quarries on the strictest level of hell. He'd once been sent here immediately after death. He was an alcoholic, he beat his mother, he was a brawler, and he hardly prayed. True, the Almighty, merciful and compassionate, took into account that Gennady Vasilyevich had been gravely ill and suffering in the last months of his life, and so he reduced his strict regime to twenty years, although it should have been at least fifty. But the grace of the Almighty is infinite.
  But in a general regime prison, there's more entertainment and less work. You can have a haircut instead of being shaved bald, and the food is better and tastier. So, it's a strict regime, like a Stalinist Gulag-style juvenile detention center, while the general regime is closer to a European prison.
  The difference is noticeable. And all because Genka got drunk as a pig during the excursion to Paradise. And what's annoying is that his brother Petka is already at the senior level. And there are only four hours of work there, not hard and not dusty, and all three and a half times a week.
  On a strict level, you get one and a half days off a week, and on a more stringent level, you get half a day off. Well, "strengthened" means it's very rare for someone to achieve success. Well, Hitler did, and so did Hirohito. The latter, by the way, escaped retribution during his lifetime and even lived quite a long time-eighty-eight. But Japan, under Emperor Hirohito, went to war before Hitler, back in 1931. And over fourteen years, the Japanese killed no fewer people than the Germans, maybe even more, and surpassed them in cruelty.
  Nevertheless, Emperor Hirohito escaped punishment during his lifetime. He even retained his title and died in comfort, honor, and respect. Even the Japanese consider him a god. But in this case, he was given a heightened punishment, as a war criminal. And the fact that retribution did not come during his lifetime only exacerbated his guilt. So know this: retribution exists. Vengeance is mine-I will repay!
  However, the Lord's Grace extends to pagans and those who do not profess faith in Jesus. So, sooner or later, both Hirohito and Judas Iscariot will be saved and find themselves in Paradise. However, for them, the path to the Kingdom of God will be longer and more painful than for those who have sinned less.
  That's also a purgatory. And Vladimir Putin has also spiraled into a heightened level of Hell. And yet he wanted to live for at least a hundred and fifty, maybe even a thousand years-a sort of Koschei the Deathless! It didn't work out, though. Although, for example, he outlived Stalin. And that, too, is quite an achievement for the ruler of Russia!
  Russia has had so many different kinds of rulers: tsars, leaders, general secretaries, princes, and presidents. And throughout its more than a thousand-year history, they generally lived short lives. Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev, however, remains the longest-serving ruler. Vladimir Putin hasn't been able to surpass him in this regard. God forbid! Otherwise, there would have been a nuclear war. And then all sinners would have paled in comparison!
  But that didn't make Genka feel any better. Even in Hell, there's a choice, for example, between working in heavy, rough convict boots or barefoot. Genka, like most young prisoners, preferred barefoot.
  Ah, the work... It's not so much the physical suffering of a strong, young body-it quickly adapts-as the mental one. It's boring to work, especially when you realize that, given the technological development of the next world, it's useless. But you have to toil.
  Genka tries to think about something else entirely. The Germans were developing the E-25 self-propelled gun. It had armor and armament comparable to the Jagdpanther, with the same seven-hundred-horsepower engine. But the engine and transmission were a single unit, transversely mounted, and there were only two crew members, all of whom were prone. As a result, the vehicle weighed only twenty-six tons instead of forty-five and a half, and was five feet tall.
  It's incredibly difficult to hit, has excellent camouflage, and is highly mobile, fast, and maneuverable. This could have caused significant problems for the Red Army. Fortunately, the Germans didn't manage to put it into production in time, otherwise it would have been a real pain! Just imagine: 100-millimeter frontal armor, steeply sloped, so all shells ricochet, even from an IS-2 tank, and try hitting such a low target.
  The self-propelled gun itself turns quickly, compensating for the lack of a rotating turret. There are various alternatives here.
  And the TA-152 is a very formidable machine. It has six cannons, two of which are 30-millimeter, and a top speed of 760 kilometers per hour. This aircraft can be used as a fighter, attack aircraft, and frontline bomber. In other words, the entire Luftwaffe could essentially be converted to a single aircraft. This offers advantages in terms of supplies, maintenance, and pilot training. Having a single aircraft type is much simpler and easier.
  Boys in shorts and barefoot work. They look about fourteen years old, their skin smooth, clear, tanned, and they're handsome. Apparently, the merciful and compassionate Almighty has enough ugliness on Earth.
  This wretched planet is already a place for all sorts of experiments. And it has such a terrible and terrifying thing as old age. But in Hell and in Heaven, praise be to the Most Merciful and Compassionate, people don't age, and that's awesome and wonderful!
  Gena died at forty, not having had time to age. So he appreciated it, to a certain extent. But in any case, God is love. And the Almighty loved the world and people so much that He granted them immortality. But to prevent people like Gena Davidenya from running amok, getting drunk on free cognac, and breaking branches in heaven, they are first educated and re-educated in Hell-Purgatory. But in a young body, this is easier and simpler, and it really is very similar to a juvenile correctional facility. Especially Stalin's camps, in the southern regions of the USSR.
  The boys even dress similarly-short pants and bare chests-to make sunbathing and working more comfortable. Many even happily go barefoot in Paradise.
  Genka exclaimed:
  - Praise be to the Almighty - the Merciful and the Compassionate!
  And the other boy prisoners joined in chorus:
  - Glory to the Almighty! The Almighty is great!
  After which they continued working. It was quite hard and physically demanding. But for the perfect bodies of muscular teenagers, it wasn't all that excruciating. But mentally, it was a bit boring.
  Genka, pushing the wheelbarrow, is once again lost in the clouds. He'd read a lot of literature in his past life. For example, Hitler had powerful weapons. Specifically, the MP-44 assault rifle, or submachine gun, was the best in World War II. It was even superior to the Kalashnikov, though heavier. But that was because the Germans didn't have enough alloying elements to harden their weapons. That's great.
  True, the assault rifle didn't enter production until the end of the war. Had it been mass-produced at least in 1943, the war might have dragged on. The Jagdpanther, when mass-produced, was also a very good weapon. However, very few were produced. Only 326 of them during the entire war. Yet Hitler ordered production of 150 of these vehicles per month. But the Germans failed. And this also had an impact on the course of the war.
  So the Great Patriotic War lasted less than four years. Partly due to the Führer's fault.
  Who, being an amateur in operational and strategic matters, acted like a dictator, imposing himself even on military plans. This, one might say, was a mistake.
  More accurately, a series of mistakes. Back in December of 1944, Nazi Germany had produced 1,960 tanks and self-propelled guns. With that amount of equipment, it was quite capable of holding the front. The Panzer-4 self-propelled gun, in particular, was produced in enormous quantities. This vehicle has a low silhouette, a Panther cannon, and eighty-millimeter armor sloped at a forty-five-degree angle. And it truly is a very dangerous self-propelled gun, even for the IS-2.
  But she didn't stop the Soviet tanks either. Oh well, why think about the Germans? They're not that interesting. It's more interesting to think about girls, for example.
  In Hell-Purgatory, love between a boy and a girl isn't considered a sin. And rightly so, especially if the couples form stable bonds. But finding a girlfriend on the strict level is much more difficult than on the general level. Of course, girls don't commit crimes and sin as often as the stronger sex. And there are fewer of them on the strict level. It's a different story on the general level, where most people end up. Things are easier with the fair sex there.
  Genka regrets that he slipped up and couldn't resist. Indeed, in heaven there are such bottles, liqueurs, and top-notch drinks-how can you resist? You want to try everything at once! And now he's back at the strict level 0. It's a good thing his body is young and healthy. And glory to the Most High, the Merciful and Compassionate!
  I remember the Baptists taught that there is eternal torment in hell, but this turned out to be a misconception! Just like the idea that the soul of a believer immediately goes to heaven. If you were a good person, a believer, a regular churchgoer, or a prayer house attendant, then a less severe, perhaps even preferential, level of Hell-Purgatory awaits you. But you still need to raise your cultural level before getting to heaven! And you won't get there right away.
  Genka pushed the wheelbarrow to the end. And then the prison boys paused for a short prayer. They kneeled and prayed to the Almighty. Sometimes they also said prayers to Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary! The Virgin Mary is the only person to have entered Heaven without going through Purgatory. Even Enoch and Elijah spent a short time in Purgatory, on a preferential level, as did Moses and the Apostle Paul!
  But you sinful boys, get on your knees and pray-it will be better for you! Every prayer will be counted!
  Genka thought he didn't know his new sentence at the strict level-it hadn't been determined yet. And maybe he'd still be back in the general prison. And Verka would be waiting for him there every week. Such a pretty teenage girl. She'd also liked to drink in her past life!
  This alcohol, how it ruins people! Vodka is white, but it stains the nose and tarnishes the reputation.
  Here Genka remembered the winged aphorisms of one genius, and they rushed through his head:
  Even the Sun has spots, the reputation of the luminaries is tarnished, but monochromaticity is a sign of dull intellect!
  God protects those who are careful, and the brave defend what is holy!
  It is better to die young than to start living old!
  Man is almost God - only the crucifixion lasts from birth!
  God promises everything, but only in absentia, invisibly and incomprehensibly!
  War is like a mother-in-law: your head is splitting, your guts are twisting, your bones are aching, but on the other hand, by fighting back you will gain victory as your bride!
  The lightest burden is a heavy wallet!
  The most valuable victory is the one that cannot be shared by everyone!
  The Church is the most reliable bank - or rather, a bank that marinates dreams and impulses!
  Not every day is Shrovetide for the cat, not every day is a chain for the dog!
  From red speeches, those who experience a deficiency of gray matter in their heads with an excess of black thoughts acquire a pale appearance!
  It"s not weak because it looks small, but weak because it"s beyond the mind"s ability!
  Life is not a dog's life, because it is not life, but worse than non-existence!
  A full big spoon tears your mouth, but a small one tears your stomach with a hungry ulcer!
  In general, life without difficulties is like soup without seasoning: too much - it's bitter, none - it doesn't go down the throat!
  Divorce your enemy, but don't divorce your spouse!
  Speed is needed not for catching fleas, but to avoid getting lice from delay!
  He who is quick in speech is slow in action! He who is quick in action is measured in speech!
  Thought leads to collapse faster than anything else in the world if it is not accompanied by creative action!
  Everything in this world is knowable, but nothing is understandable, and in other worlds we understand only fear!
  Death is also an adventure, and one that's unpleasant more in its form than in its results! Although for the sinner, the end is an evil death, a hellish one! And for the righteous, the end is death as a laurel crown!
  In any business, thoroughness is needed, and without foundations, business nonsense is equivalent to idleness!
  War is a bad woman, but capitulation is an even worse one!
  The studied enemy is almost defeated, the unknown will mix the calculation into dough!
  He who does not expect evil guests will not collect bones, but he who does not expect good guests will pick up scraps!
  Not every man can expect to become a king, but every woman is already a queen without calculation!
  In war, as in the sun, men mature and male talents blossom, but those with weak wills dry up to ashes!
  A bishop move usually leads to checkmate...caused by the loss of the one who made it!
  He who does not feel danger in battle will become insensitive to joy in hell!
  Sip vermouth - don't let the hangover wear you off!
  A sharp tongue, unlike spices, dulls the feeling of hunger - like the one who is being fed noodles!
  Without labor, even a river of fish is empty water!
  Any work is respected, except for a monkey dancing in a swamp!
  Big heads don't crush lead bullets, but they mint gold coins!
  Only the dead make no mistakes, and only in the world they managed to leave!
  You can live without a king in your country! But you can't live without a king in your head!
  A truly bright force that makes the eyes of your enemies darken and the hearts of your friends glow with happiness!
  Strength only wins when the enemy is powerless to lose with dignity!
  Death, like a faithful wife, will definitely come, only at the most inopportune moment and certainly to cause annoyance!
  Hell is the other side of heaven, and a coin without two sides is counterfeit - pleasure without pain is not real!
  There will be no water in the desert for those whose thoughts are like a sieve and whose empty words are like a river!
  Wisdom does not need eloquence, but it does need a fine speech when reasonable arguments have run out!
  He who doesn't hurry in the heat won't have to heat his house in the cold!
  In unity there is strength for those who are not powerless, even alone!
  Necessity is the mother of invention, and alcohol spurs ingenuity even more cunningly!
  War is a natural state of man, and death is even more natural, although it is difficult to call it a state!
  You die only once, but immortality requires repeated confirmation!
  The marksman's accuracy will not allow him to dodge the bayonet, but he will mow down the one who is not a bayonet in his agility!
  The best victory is one that is unexpected for the enemy and exceeds your own expectations!
  Only those goats who will never be chieftains tolerate it!
  The power is dark, but it gives off the shine of scarlet blood!
  It glows in the pockets of those with dark souls and black, leaden thoughts!
  The tree of genius sometimes bears bitter fruit to its author, but the medicine that heals human ignorance is never sweet for adults!
  For the strong, even in prison, it is relatively good, but for the weak, even on the throne, it is incomparably bad!
  Without forging a hammer, you can't crack a lock!
  Every volley has its own second!
  Those who stand in the right until the end are the first to reach the finish line!
  Saving on the army is like heating a stove with the wall of your wooden house!
  Slowness is the most precious thing in the world, because it comes at an exorbitant price!
  The most precious thing is that which will be worth even the loss of that which has no price!
  Stupidity is more valuable than wisdom because it costs more!
  The heart of one whose scent is not made of wax truly burns!
  A moment gives victory!
  The topics are different, but the answer is still the same - in the wrong direction!
  You can use your brains, but you shouldn"t throw them away!
  Eternity is long, but we have no time to rest!
  If there is a king in the head, there is no need for a monarch on the throne!
  There are more ways to interpret the Holy Scriptures than there are stars in the universe!
  There are heights that cannot be reached, there are heights that are unattainable, but any lofty barrier can be reached - if you don"t lower your own perception!
  Low thoughts can lift you up, but only like a rope for a hanged man!
  What you don't pay for is worthless, and what's worthless is worth the most!
  Alcohol is the most dangerous killer: it kills the client, maims others, and only the state revels in the lost profits!
  They don't make snowmen from the sand of the Sahara - they don't take Russians prisoner!
  It's easier to build a snowman in hell than to capture a Russian soldier!
  It's easier to build a snowman in hell than to bring a Russian to his knees!
  Enemies are like the tips of nails, the more numerous they are, the easier it is to trample and crush them!
  It is not given to man to comprehend the divine when he himself is a primate in intellect and has the capabilities of a macaque in a cage!
  Only those whose brains are in demand can sell their soul!
  In politics, the brothel is nothing but the venality of love, and the fee goes to the pimp, without any pleasure or affection!
  Politics is a very dirty thing, in which the propaganda machine washes its suits!
  The propaganda machine can wash away everything...except a tainted conscience, because conscience cannot be washed, even if it is wrung out without mercy!
  They twist the arms of those whose brains are askew and whose thoughts are full of twists and turns, and who have no idea how to get out of a bone-breaking situation!
  We should show our talents in business, or you shouldn"t give diamonds to a girl!
  Diamond is a very hard stone, but it is especially cruel to women who cannot afford diamonds!
  Be firm with your husbands if you want to dress up in diamonds!
  All power corrupts, but absolute power corrupts absolutely! From the plebeian turmoil, geniuses are born; from corrupted power, senseless tyranny!
  A plump man may be attractive, but an empty wallet is always disgusting!
  What is the difference between Lukashenko and Putin?
  - Putin took Crimea, and Lukashenko got a loan!
  Nature has no bad weather, only people are always in a bad mood, without grace!
  Power is like a drug, it attracts and sucks in, and unfortunately not only fools!
  Only for those who are low in mind, silence is the highest gold!
  Silence is golden, but only a fool has any value!
  Cruelty cements a nation, gentleness immerses development in cement!
  The mind can solve any problem, a genius can do it so that no problem will arise at all!
  If you want to live, you have to be able to spin around; if you want to survive, you have to be able to wriggle out of it; and if you want to live well, don't spin around, but spin around!
  You can hide behind the fog of ignorance, but you cannot escape!
  War is as sweet as honey, as cloying as molasses, and it makes you sick like moonshine when you have a hangover!
  Silence is golden, only those who are used to keeping silent give gold coins to talkers, without talking!
  There is no absolute emptiness in nature, only human stupidity empties the mind, one hundred percent!
  It's not death that's scary, but the loss of immortality! It's not the flesh that matters, but the soul in the light!
  It's easy to go through life with a head full of knowledge, but an empty head only makes your wallet lighter!
  What's so appealing about atheism: emptiness is the most indulgent mentor, vacuum is the most irresponsible father!
  The atheist, knocking the foundation of faith out from under his feet, does not notice that his throat is in the merciless noose of Divine force majeure!
  The best way to save is to pay a bribe, the best way to squander is to spare money on grease!
  Kvass is good, patriotism is excellent, but kvass patriotism is a bad leaven!
  Beauty requires sacrifice, but its absence requires payment without sacrifice!
  Reality kills, fantasy inspires, and a fairy tale that comes true gives life wings!
  War conquers all ages, but one cannot conquer one's last day if one is defeated without time!
  Getting fat doesn't mean gaining weight!
  It is impossible to become a heavyweight by growing a belly!
  A pioneer is always ready, that's the difference from someone who wants to be cooked up to the level of an oligarch's coolness!
  A wolf in sheep's clothing is not a ram, but a sheep in wolf's clothing can only catch a bagel!
  Humans are characterized by egoism, but superhumans are characterized by altruism at the expense of others!
  There's no such thing as a free lunch, and a discount for catching rat-like people!
  A lion among sheep, like a hog near a trough, only risks choking on his stubborn swinishness!
  Misplaced humanism brings down valor!
  When the aphorisms ended, the rest of the eight hours of occupational therapy at a strict level began again.
  Genka imagined something phasmogorical. Like, there had been no turning point at Stalingrad. That was theoretically possible; the Germans had managed to regroup their forces and strengthen their flanks. During the Rzhev-Sychovsk Offensive, that's exactly what happened. And it didn't go over too well-the Nazis repelled the flanking attacks. Zhukov hadn't been able to achieve success, even though he had far more troops than he had in the Stalingrad sector. So, there might not have been a turning point. It was conceivable that the Germans had managed to cover their flanks, and the Soviet troops hadn't broken through. Moreover, the weather conditions were unfavorable, and there was no way to effectively use air power.
  Thus, the Nazis held out, and the fighting dragged on until the end of December. In January, Soviet troops launched Operation Iskra near Leningrad, but it was also unsuccessful. And in February, they attempted offensives in the south and center. For the third time, the Rzhev-Sychovsk operation failed. Flank attacks near Stalingrad also proved unsuccessful.
  But the Nazis achieved great success in Africa after Rommel's counterattack on American forces. More than 100,000 American soldiers were captured, and Algeria suffered a complete defeat. A shocked Roosevelt proposed a truce; Churchill, unwilling to fight alone, also supported the truce. And the fighting in the West ceased.
  By declaring total war, the Third Reich amassed more forces, especially in tanks. The Nazis acquired Panthers, Tigers, Lions, and Ferdinand self-propelled guns. This power, along with the formidable Focke-Wulf fighter-attack aircraft, the HE-129, and others, was also added to the lineup. And the ME-309, a new, formidable fighter modification with seven firing points, also entered production.
  In short, the Nazis launched an offensive from the south of Stalingrad and advanced along the Volga from early June. As expected, the Soviet troops succumbed to the onslaught of new tanks and experienced German infantry. The Germans broke through the defenses a month later and reached the Caspian Sea and the Volga Delta. The Caucasus was cut off by land. And then Turkey entered the war against the USSR. And the Caucasus, with its oil reserves, could no longer be held.
  The autumn was marked by fierce fighting. The Germans and Turks captured almost the entire Caucasus and began the assault on Baku. In December, the last quarters of the city fell. The Nazis seized large oil reserves, although the wells were destroyed and had yet to be brought back into production. But the USSR also lost its main source of oil and found itself in a difficult situation.
  Winter had arrived. Soviet troops attempted a counterattack, but without success. The Nazis began producing the TA-152, an evolution of the Focke-Wulf, and jet aircraft. They also introduced the Panther-2 and Tiger-2 tanks, more advanced and armed with the 88-millimeter 71EL cannon, unmatched in its overall performance. Both vehicles were quite powerful and fast. The Panther-2 had a 900-horsepower engine, weighing fifty-three tons, while the Tiger-2, weighing sixty-eight tons, had a 1,000-horsepower engine. Thus, despite their hefty weight, the German tanks were quite nimble. The even heavier Maus and Lion tanks never caught on, as they had too many shortcomings. So, in 1944, the Nazis placed their bets on two main tanks, the Panther-2 and Tiger-2, while the USSR, in turn, upgraded the T-34-76 to the T-34-85 and also launched the new IS-2 with a 122-millimeter cannon.
  By summer, a significant number of new aircraft had been produced on both sides. In the Nazi air force, the Ju-288 bomber had arrived, though they had already had one in production in 1943. But the Arado, a jet-powered aircraft that Soviet fighters couldn't even catch, proved more dangerous and advanced. The ME-262 entered production, but it was still imperfect, crashed frequently, and cost five times more than a propeller-driven aircraft. So for now, the ME-309 and TA-152 became the primary fighters, and they tormented the Soviet defenses.
  The Germans also developed the TA-400, a six-engine bomber with defensive armament-a whopping thirteen cannons. It carried over ten tons of bombs, with a range of up to eight thousand kilometers. What a monster-how it began to terrorize both military and civilian Soviet targets in the Urals and beyond.
  In short, in the summer, on June 22nd, a major offensive by the Wehrmacht began both in the center and from the south, in the direction of Saratov.
  In the center, the Germans initially attacked from the Rzhev salient and the north, along converging axes. And here, large masses of heavy but mobile tanks broke through the Soviet defenses. In the south, the Germans quickly broke through Soviet positions and reached Saratov. But the fighting dragged on. Thanks to the resilience of the Soviet troops and numerous fortified structures, the Nazis were unable to take Saratov outright, and the fighting dragged on. And in the center, although Soviet troops were encircled, the Nazis advanced extremely slowly. True, Saratov fell in September... But the fighting continued. The Germans reached Samara, but there they stumbled. And in late autumn, the Nazis approached the Mozhaisk defensive line, but there they stopped. Nevertheless, Moscow became a frontline city. The Nazis acquired more and more jet aircraft, especially bombers. The "Lion-2" tank also appeared. This was the first German tank design to feature a transversely mounted engine and transmission, with the turret offset to the rear. As a result, the hull's silhouette was lower, and the turret was narrower. As a result, the vehicle's weight was reduced from ninety to sixty tons, while maintaining the same armor thickness-one hundred millimeters on the sides, one hundred and fifty millimeters on the sloped hull front, and two hundred and forty millimeters on the turret front with gun mantlet.
  This tank, more maneuverable while maintaining excellent armor and further increasing its effective depression angle, was terrifying. The USSR developed the Yak-3, but due to the lack of Lend-Lease supplies, it and the LA-7, a machine that had at least slightly increased speed and altitude, were never mass-produced. Even the propeller-driven Ju-288 and the later Ju-488 couldn't catch up with the Yak-3. But the LA-7 was still no match for jet aircraft.
  The Germans remained quiet throughout the winter, waiting for spring. They had the E-series approaching, and they were optimistic about ending the war sooner next year. But the Soviet troops launched an offensive on January 20, 1945, in the center. And the fighting was fierce.
  CHAPTER No 17.
  The Germans repelled the attacks and launched a counterattack of their own. As a result, their troops broke through and engaged in fighting in Tula. The situation escalated. But the Nazis still didn't dare launch a large-scale offensive that winter. A lull ensued. However, in March, fighting erupted in Kazakhstan. The Nazis managed to take Uralsk and approached Orenburg. And in mid-April, an offensive on Moscow's flanks began.
  The USSR acquired the SU-100 as a means of combating Hitler's growing number of tanks. And in May, the IS-3 was scheduled to enter production. Jet aircraft were in short supply.
  Within a month, the Nazis advanced along the flanks and took Tula, and then cut off Moscow from the north. But the Soviet troops fought heroically, and the Germans were slowed down somewhat.
  Then, at the end of May, the Nazis struck further north, capturing Tikhvin and Volkhov, encircling Leningrad. In the south, the Nazis finally captured Kuibyshev, formerly Samara, and began advancing up the Volga, aiming to envelop Moscow from the rear. Orenburg was also encircled. The Nazis also acquired their first tanks-the Panther-3 and Tiger-3 from the E series. The Panther-3, an E-50, was not yet a particularly advanced vehicle. It weighed sixty-three tons, but had an engine capable of producing up to 1,200 horsepower. Its armor thickness was roughly the same as that of the Tiger-2, but the turret was smaller and narrower, and the gun was more powerful: an 88-millimeter, 100EL-long caliber gun, requiring a larger gun mantlet to balance the barrel. So the turret's frontal armor is protected to a depth of 285 millimeters. It's also better protected due to its steeper slope. The chassis is lighter, easier to repair, and doesn't get clogged with mud.
  It's not a perfect vehicle yet, as the layout hasn't been completely changed, but the Nazis are already working on it. So, a bad start is a bad start. The Tiger-3 is an E-75. It's also a bit heavy, at ninety-three tons. It's well protected, though: the turret's front is 252 mm thick, and the sides are 160 mm. And the 128 mm 55EL gun is a powerful weapon. The front is 200 mm thick, the lower is 150 mm, and the sides are 120 mm-the hull is sloped. Plus, you can attach additional 50 mm plates to them, bringing the total to 170 mm. In other words, this tank, unlike the Panther-3, whose side armor is only 82 mm, is well protected from all angles. But the engine is the same-1,200 horsepower at full boost-and the vehicle is slower and breaks down more often. The Tiger-3 is a significantly larger Tiger-2, with improved armament and especially side armor, but slightly reduced performance.
  Both German tanks have just entered production. The USSR's most widely produced tank, the T-34-85, is still in development. The IS-2, which could give the Germans a run for their money, is also in production. The IS-3 has entered production. It has much better protection on the turret and front, as well as the lower hull. But the tank is three tons heavier, with the same engine and transmission, and breaks down more often, and its driving performance is even worse than that of the already poor IS-2. Furthermore, the new tank is more complex to manufacture, so it is produced in small quantities, and the IS-2 is still in production.
  So, the Germans are ahead in tanks. But in aviation, the USSR is generally lagging behind. The Nazis developed a new modification of the ME-262X with swept wings, a higher speed of up to 1,100 kilometers per hour, and five cannons, and, of course, it's more reliable and crash-prone. And the ME-163, which can fly for twenty minutes instead of six. The newest development, the Ju-287, also appeared in the second half of 1945. And the TA-400 with jet engines. They really took on the USSR in earnest.
  In August, the offensive resumed. By mid-October, Moscow found itself completely encircled. The corridor to the west was no more than a hundred kilometers long and was almost completely exposed to long-range artillery fire. Fighting also erupted for Ulyanovsk, which Soviet troops attempted to defend at all costs. The Germans took Orenburg and now, having advanced along the Uralsk River, reached Ufa, and from there, the Urals were not far away.
  In the north, the Nazis also managed to take Murmansk and all of Karelia, and Sweden also entered the war on the side of the Third Reich. This greatly exacerbated the situation. The Nazis had already surrounded Arkhangelsk, where fierce fighting was underway. Leningrad held out for now, but under a complete siege, it was doomed.
  In November, Soviet troops attempted to counterattack on the flanks and expand the corridor to Moscow, but were unsuccessful. Ulyanovsk fell in December.
  1946 arrived. Until May, there was a lull, as both sides gathered their strength. The Nazis acquired the Panther-4 tank, which featured a new layout-the engine and transmission were integrated into a single unit, with the gearbox on the engine and one fewer crew member. The new vehicle now weighed forty-eight tons, with an engine producing up to 1,200 horsepower, and was smaller in size and lower in profile.
  Its speed increased to seventy kilometers per hour, and it practically stopped breaking down. And the Tiger-4, with a new layout, reduced its weight by twenty tons, also began to move better.
  Well, the Germans launched a new offensive in May. They added jet aircraft, both in quality and quantity, and a larger fleet of aircraft. And a new jet bomber appeared, the B-28, a fuselage-less, very powerful "flying wing" design. And they began to pound the Soviet troops thoroughly.
  After two months of fierce fighting, having committed more than one hundred and fifty divisions to the battle, the encirclement was sealed. Moscow found itself completely surrounded. Fierce battles erupted for its safety. And in August, the Nazis took Ryazan and encircled Kazan. Ufa also fell, and the Germans captured Tashkent. In short, things became very tight. And the Red Army was under severe pressure. Hitler demanded an immediate end to the war.
  Moreover, the US now has an atomic bomb, and that's serious. The Germans finally took Leningrad in September. And Lenin's city fell.
  And in October, Kazan fell and the city of Gorky was surrounded. The situation was extremely dire. Stalin wanted to negotiate with the Germans. But Hitler wanted an unconditional surrender.
  In November, fierce fighting raged in Moscow. And in December, the capital of the USSR fell, and with it, the city of Gorky.
  Stalin was in Novosibirsk. Thus, the USSR lost almost its entire European territory. But it continued to fight. 1947 arrived. The winter was quiet until May. In May, the USSR finally acquired the T-54 tank, and the Germans acquired the Panther-5. The new German tank was well protected both frontally and on the sides, with 170-millimeter armor. It was equipped with a 1,500-horsepower gas turbine engine. And despite its increased weight to seventy tons, the tank remained quite agile.
  And its armament was upgraded: a 105-millimeter cannon with a 100-liter barrel. Such a new breakthrough vehicle. And the Tiger-5, an even heavier vehicle at 100 tons, had 300-millimeter frontal armor and 200-millimeter side armor. And the cannon was more powerful: 150-millimeter with a 63-liter barrel. Such a powerful vehicle. And a new gas turbine engine with 1,800 horsepower.
  These are the two main tanks. Then there's the "Royal Lion," whose main difference is its gun, which has a shorter barrel but a larger caliber of 210 mm.
  Well, a new fighter has appeared, the ME-362, a very powerful machine with even more powerful armament - seven aircraft cannons and a speed of one thousand three hundred and fifty kilometers per hour.
  And so, in May of 1947, the German offensive into the Urals began. The Nazis fought their way into Sverdlovsk and Chelyabinsk, and to the north, Vologda. And they continued to advance. Over the summer, the Germans occupied the entire Urals. But the Red Army continued to fight. They even acquired a new tank, the IS-4, which was simpler in design than the IS-3, better protected on the sides, and weighed sixty tons.
  The Germans continued to advance beyond the Urals. Communication lines were greatly extended. The Nazis also advanced in Central Asia. They took Ashgabat, Dushanbe, and Bishkek, and in September they reached Alma-Ata and began storming that city. The Red Army fought desperately. And the battles were very bloody.
  October arrived. The rains poured. Or the front line quieted down. Negotiations were quietly underway. Hitler still wanted to take over the entire USSR. And he denied negotiations. But from November until the end of April, there was a lull. And then, at the end of April, 1948, the Nazis began their offensive again. And they were already advancing, breaking the Soviet order. But, for example, even in these difficult conditions, the USSR managed to assemble two IS-7 tanks with a 130-millimeter gun, a barrel length of 60 EL, weighing 68 tons, and a diesel engine producing 1,80 horsepower. And this tank could fight the German Panther-5, which is quite serious. But there were only two of them; what could they do?
  The Nazis advanced, first taking Tyumen, then Omsk, and Akmola. By August, they had reached Novosibirsk. The Soviet troops were no longer numerous, and their morale had plummeted. Novosibirsk held out for two weeks. Then Barnaul and Stalysk fell.
  The USSR was lucky that the Western allies finished off Japan and didn't have to fight on two fronts. The Nazis managed to capture Kemerovo, Krasnoyarsk, and Irkutsk by the end of October. Then the Siberian frosts hit, and the Nazis stopped at Lake Baikal. Another operational pause ensued until May.
  During this time, the Nazis developed the Panther-6. This vehicle was slightly lighter than the previous model, at sixty-five tons, thanks to compacted components, and had a more powerful, eighteen-hundred-horsepower engine, improving handling, and slightly more rationally sloped armor. The Tiger-6, meanwhile, weighed seven tons less, had a two-thousand-horsepower gas turbine engine, and had a slightly lower profile.
  These tanks are quite good, and the USSR has no countermeasures. The T-54 never replaced the T-34-85, which was still in production at factories in Khabarovsk and Vladivostok. However, this tank is powerless against German vehicles.
  The Germans also had lighter vehicles in the E series-the E-10, E-25, and even the E-5. However, Hitler was lukewarm towards these vehicles, especially since they were primarily self-propelled guns. If they were produced at all, it was as reconnaissance vehicles, and the E-5 self-propelled gun was also produced in an amphibious version. In reality, by the end of the war, the Third Reich produced more self-propelled guns than tanks, and the E series could only be mass-produced in a light, self-propelled version.
  But for a number of reasons, the self-propelled guns were put on hold at the time. Hitler deemed the E-10 self-propelled gun too weakly armored. And when the armor was reinforced, the vehicle's weight increased from ten tons to fifteen sixteen.
  Hitler then ordered a more powerful engine, not 400, but 550 horsepower. But this delayed development until the end of 1944. And under bombardment and a shortage of raw materials, it was too late to develop a vehicle with a fundamentally new layout. The same thing happened with the E-25 self-propelled gun. Initially, they wanted to make it simpler-a Panther-style cannon, a low-profile design, and a 400-horsepower engine. But Hitler ordered the armament upgraded to an 88-millimeter cannon in the 71 EL, which led to delays in development. Then the Führer ordered the turret to be equipped with a 20-millimeter cannon, and then a 30-millimeter cannon. All this took a long time, and only a few of these vehicles were produced, which were caught in the Soviet offensive.
  Several E-5s armed with machine guns were present in the battles over Berlin. In an alternate history, these self-propelled guns also never became widespread, despite the time available.
  The Maus didn't catch on due to its weight and frequent breakdowns. And the E-100 wasn't widely produced, partly due to the difficulties of transporting it by rail. And in the USSR, long distances meant tanks needed to be transported with skill.
  In any case, in 1949, the offensive of Hitler's troops began in May in the Far East, in the Transbail Steppe.
  The USSR produced the last two new SPG-203 vehicles, only five of which were equipped with a 203-mm anti-tank gun, capable of penetrating even a Tiger-6 from the front. The IS-11 tank, with its 152-caliber gun and 70 EL-long barrel, was also capable of defeating the Nazi behemoths.
  But that was the last straw. The Nazis first took Verkhneudinsk, and then Chita, where they were met by these new Soviet self-propelled guns. Yakutsk was also captured.
  There were no major cities between Chita and Khabarovsk, and the Germans moved practically in marches during the summer. The distance was vast. Then came the battle for Khabarovsk, a city with an underground tank factory. Until the very last moment, they continued to produce tanks, including the T-54 and IS-4, which fought to the bitter end. After the fall of Khabarovsk, some Nazi troops turned to Magadan, while others turned to Vladivostok. This city on the Pacific Ocean had strong forts and resisted desperately until the end of September. And in mid-October, the last major settlement in the USSR, Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsk, was captured. The very last city captured by the Nazis was Anadyr, which was captured on November 7, the anniversary of the Munich Putsch.
  Hitler declared victory in World War II. But Stalin is still alive and hasn't even considered surrendering, ready to resist to the bitter end, hiding in the Siberian forests. And there are plenty of bunkers and underground shelters there.
  So Koba tries to wage guerrilla warfare. But the Nazis are looking for him and pressuring the local population. And they're looking for others, too. In March 1950, Nikolai Voznesensky was killed, and in November, Molotov. Stalin is very much in hiding somewhere.
  Partisans mostly fight in small groups, commit sabotage, and carry out stealthy attacks. There is also underground work.
  The Nazis were also developing technology. At the end of 1951, they developed the ME-462, a very capable fighter-attack aircraft with jet engines and a speed of 2,200 kilometers per hour. A powerful machine.
  And in 1952, the Panther-7 appeared; it had a special high-pressure gun, active armor, a two-thousand-horsepower gas turbine engine, and a vehicle weight of fifty tons.
  This tank was better armed and protected than the Panther-6. And the Tiger-7, with a 2,500-horsepower engine and a 120-millimeter high-pressure gun, weighed sixty-five tons. The German vehicles proved to be quite agile and powerful.
  But then Stalin died in March 1953. And then Beria was eliminated in a targeted strike in August.
  Beria's successor, Malenkov, seeing the hopelessness of further guerrilla warfare, offered the Germans a treaty and his own honorable surrender in exchange for his life and amnesty. Then, in May 1954, the date for the end of the guerrilla war and the Great Patriotic War was finally signed. Thus, another page of history was turned. Hitler ruled until 1964 and died in August at the age of seventy-five. Before that, the astronauts of the Third Reich had managed to fly to the moon ahead of the Americans. And so, for now, history ended.
  The workday for the seemingly youthful prisoners of Hell was over. The boys first prayed and then headed for the shower. As the saying goes, clean and not offended.
  Genka happily exposed his sinewy body to the slightly warm stream of the shower. He really wanted to be somewhere by the sea. And plunge into waters as warm as steaming milk. Everything would be so wonderful.
  After the shower, the boys had a modest dinner, but enough to keep them going and satisfy their hunger. Afterward, they had some free time to indulge in various activities.
  Genka preferred computer games. Of course, they wouldn't let him play war games. He could, for example, play hockey, which Gennady loved on the Dendy in his past life. He could build cities and temples. And even historical strategy games. War, to a limited extent, might even be an option-though a quick decision, where the computer would determine the winner based on the number of troops.
  In the easier levels of Hell-Purgatory, some types of combat are allowed. And watching movies is possible, with certain restrictions. But there's a huge selection of children's films and cartoons, including sci-fi.
  Genka decided to play hockey on the computer. He wasn't much of a reader, especially in a technocratic world.
  However, while automatically pressing the buttons, the boy was still thinking.
  What would have happened if Hitler had won World War II?
  There was a TV series called "The Man in the Black Castle." It was a dystopia. But it's hard to say what it would actually be. When Hitler spoke of the future, it seemed to work out quite well. The Führer wasn't planning to build Hell, but dreamed of Eden. So, we can only guess.
  Another boy prisoner suggested:
  - Let's play hockey with each other!
  Genka nodded:
  - That's a good idea!
  The prison boys started playing. Genka thought playing hockey in Hell would be cool. Not like the Baptists who portray Hell as a pit full of fire. In reality, they educate people here. The Catholics, in this case, were much more progressive.
  But now the time for fun is over and the boys go back to their cells, after saying a prayer, washing their hands and brushing their teeth.
  How to get used to discipline in Hell-Purgatory.
  Then comes sleep, preceded by night prayers, and the naked boys lie down on the bunks, with a mattress. No sleeping on bare boards like on the reinforced level. And almost immediately they fall asleep.
  And Genka dreams...
  Genka was thrown to the surface as if by a wave. The boy looked around in confusion. It was as if this was the same city, but not the same. The modern buildings had disappeared, and in their place stood enormous, towering Gothic-style houses, only painted with flowers, ornaments, and flourishes.
  The street was pulling, and even drawing Gennady along. The city around it was transformed. It had become different. There were so many fountains. Moreover, fountains made of statues covered in gold leaf and pebbles. And the jets of water soared hundreds of meters into the sky.
  Genka was surprised by this: according to the laws of physics, a fountain jet can't rise more than ten meters. So, the water must be pushed by a powerful pump. And what kind of statues are there? There are some that resemble people, girls, and mythical animals.
  But Genka didn"t have time to take a proper look.
  A youth appeared before him on a winged beast. Its shape was that of a camel, its head that of a fox, and its wings that glittered and multicolored as a butterfly. He wore a helmet and looked very handsome, but his painted face and attire were strangely outlandish: like a clown in a luxurious circus. On his chest hung a gold chain with a large emerald core.
  The young man said sternly:
  - Whose slave will you be?
  Genka was surprised:
  - A slave? I'm not a slave!
  The young man snapped his fingers and a sophisticated pistol, studded with levers and buttons, appeared in his hand. His voice grew stern:
  - Don't lie! You're a human, which means you're a slave! And a low-level one at that, wearing just your swimming trunks!
  Suddenly, another winged creature appeared, like a rhinoceros in a diamond shell. A beautiful girl, also with a horribly painted face and covered in jewels like a jeweler, sat on it.
  She winked at the young man and replied:
  - It's a slave! And most likely a runaway - he doesn't have a collar!
  The young man nodded:
  - Let's hand him over to the police so they can find the owner and punish him severely for daring to remove the slave's collar!
  The young man aimed the pistol at Genka and pressed the button. The prisoner suddenly leaped to the side. And a wave of green light passed by, splashing into the moving surface. Genka flew two hundred meters and caught on a Gothic ledge, his bare feet bouncing.
  Wow! Flashed through the boy's mind: it works! Now he's not a child, but a superman!
  The young man seemed surprised too:
  - Wow! What a jump!
  The girl whistled:
  - He has nanobots in his body!
  And it fired too... Genka sensed a finger pressing the button of a sophisticated pistol, or most likely a multi-functional blaster. The boy prodigy jumped back with great agility. His reaction time also improved due to the wide-ranging wave.
  Apparently, he had been hit with a stun gun. The wave didn't destroy the gilded and gem-encrusted designs. Only an additional luminescence appeared around them for a few seconds.
  Genka jumped like a grasshopper when the girl fired at him again. And again, he dodged the paralyzing beam. The boy nearly collided with the girl, who was hurtling through the air on her board.
  The girl was without a helmet, and Genka noticed that her ears weren't quite human. They were pointed at the top, like a squirrel's. Otherwise, she looked just like a human, except for her face, which was painted, and she had jewelry hanging from it. And she had earrings made of stones on her ears.
  The girl pulled out a pistol and squeaked:
  - Performance - quasar!
  The young man remarked with annoyance:
  - We'll have to call the police!
  The girl objected:
  - Wait! I'll try to talk to him!
  And the beauty shouted to Leshka:
  - Slave boy, we won't touch you! Come down to us!
  The young genius doubted:
  - And who can you trust in our time?
  The young man answered harshly:
  - Lying, and to a slave at that! That's anti-pulsar!
  Genka caught the hint of sincerity and jumped down. He had to move his legs to stay in place, though.
  The girl smiled and remarked:
  - You look a bit pale! You're probably not from around here!
  Genka answered honestly:
  - I... feel like I'm in the wrong time, or...
  The boy glanced at the sky. Maybe that was Earth... Indeed, there was no Sun, only a blue triangle and an orange hexagon glowed. But it was warm, like Africa.
  The girl smiled:
  - Can a slave really travel naked, and even half naked?
  Genka whistled and said:
  - Maybe I'm just sunbathing! Or did I lose my clothes while moving?
  The young man frowned and remarked:
  - And the collar too?
  Genka declared angrily:
  - I have never worn a collar, I am not a dog!
  The young man said sternly:
  - Worse! You're a human! And humans are slaves, and quite dangerous ones at that! You're lucky the Empire's humane laws forbid you from being lobotomized!
  Genka logically noted:
  - People are different! What planet is this?
  The girl replied:
  - AB 13833! Or the one that was your Earth!
  Genka was surprised:
  - Why are the stars a different color and where is the Sun?
  The girl laughed and replied:
  - It's so dark! The sun is illuminating the planet on the other side! So don't be shy, kid!
  Genka was surprised again:
  - And how do you know Russian?
  The girl answered with a laugh:
  "It's magic! We learn languages with spells! More precisely, technomagic. And you, judging by everything, have only just begun to transform into an adult... But then, you humans are an ungrateful race!"
  Genka was genuinely surprised:
  - And what should we be grateful for?
  The girl answered honestly:
  - Because we saved you from old age, illness, and a painful death! You men don't even have beards! And you're sulking!
  Genka nodded in agreement:
  - Thank you for getting rid of old age!
  The young man answered sternly:
  "But you're slaves and you should know your place! Right now, we'll send you to the police. There, either to the mines or execution for escaping!"
  The girl wagged her finger:
  - Now don't be so strict! Come on, boy, I'll make you my servant. Just the kind I need, fast and strong! I have a spare collar, and I'll put it on you! Many people remain boys forever, and wear swimming trunks. We don't need big servants! You'll eat the same as us, and in your free time, you'll play our games!
  Genka smiled and asked:
  - Do I have a choice?
  The young man answered sternly:
  - There's no choice, animal! Put the collar on, the police are coming!
  Indeed, several flying discs appeared. Beautiful girls and young men in uniforms jumped out from around the corners. Davidenya, in fact, noticed the girls more than anyone else.
  He won't do anything. All that's left is to kneel and bow his head.
  The beauty threw a beautiful collar around his neck, which turned red on its own and locked itself around his neck.
  The policewoman smiled and asked:
  - What's the problem!
  CHAPTER No 18.
  Hitler the boy is undergoing correctional work again in a juvenile correctional facility. This was another test of his inclination to do good.
  There he was, walking down the forest path in shorts, looking about twelve years old. Picking mushrooms and berries in a basket. A fair-haired child with the soul of a great villain. Although the Führer had already been born again and was a different man.
  The boy Adik sang:
  Jesus was Almighty,
  And he ruled the universe...
  To give salvation to those who are,
  He took on a human form!
  
  They crucified God on the cross,
  Jesus prayed to the Father...
  So that he doesn"t judge us harshly,
  He forgave us our sin completely!
  
  Mercy is boundless,
  God sent his Son to death...
  With grace, excellent,
  We will never die!
  
  For the sins of cruel people,
  Jesus went to the cross...
  Mother of God, bright eyes,
  And the Most High God is risen!
  
  The greatest God of the universe,
  He created the whole human race...
  With its unchanging strength,
  Every person is a hero!
  
  The best friend to all adults, children,
  Jesus most holy God...
  For the sake of peace on the planet,
  The Almighty will blow the horn!
  
  Don't give in to the devil, people,
  Do not lead yourself into sin...
  Satan will pull you into the noose,
  But let's celebrate success!
  
  That's when all the people are cool,
  They will all turn towards the light at once...
  The sail will be firmly inflated,
  And the unclean one right in the eye!
  The boy-Führer suddenly saw a girl. She was carrying a bouquet of flowers, like wildflowers. She approached the boy and said:
  "We need to deal with Baba Yaga. She's stealing children. And worst of all, she's feeding them to the Serpent Gorynych. This lawlessness must end!"
  The boy-Fuhrer whistled:
  - Wow! But that's cruel!
  The girl confirmed:
  - Of course! But you're just a child, and you can't handle this powerful witch!
  Hitler-kid answered confidently:
  - I think I can handle it with God's power!
  The girl giggled and replied:
  "Trust in God, but don't be lazy! To fight Baba Yaga, you need to get a special sword, the Kladenets. It will help you defeat her!"
  The boy-Fuhrer asked with a smile:
  - Where can I get this sword?
  The girl answered with a smile:
  "You must go to the wisest owl! She will show you the way to the sword. But boy, she will ask you questions!"
  Hitler-boy asked with a smile:
  - And what questions?
  The girl stamped her bare, small, tanned foot and replied:
  - Well, for example, the question: how many stars are there in the sky?
  The boy-Fuhrer gave a sweet greeting and replied:
  "In principle, you could count all the stars in the universe. But the Supreme Creator constantly creates new luminaries and worlds, and races emerge. So here..."
  The girl grinned and remarked:
  "This is a question about your sense of humor! It's not a question about the right answer, but a humorous and witty one! Think about it, boy. You might be a child prodigy, right?"
  Hitler-kid chuckled and replied:
  - I can say I'm a wunder, but not quite a kid!
  The girl laughed and remarked:
  - But you are not an ordinary boy, I can see it!
  The young Fuhrer nodded:
  - Perhaps, but it would be better for the whole world if I were simple!
  The girl picked a wildflower with her bare toes and asked Hitler:
  - So you still haven"t answered the question: how many stars are there in the sky?
  The boy-Fuhrer just blurted out:
  - There are as many stars in the sky as drops in the sea!
  The girl squeaked:
  - Prove it!
  Hitler nodded and replied:
  - Let's count every star, and at the same time, let's drop drops from the sea. And see which one is bigger!
  The young beauty laughed and kissed the boy-Fuhrer on the cheek, answering:
  - You're smart! And a quick-witted child!
  Hitler-kid grinned:
  - What, am I a child? You can think you're not a child!
  The girl answered with a smile:
  - Only on the outside! Right? And you're probably not a boy either?
  The young Fuhrer replied:
  - I am very glad that by the infinite Grace of the Almighty God I received such a good new body!
  The young beauty nodded and sang:
  Although a body without a soul is not a body,
  But how weak is the soul without a body!
  Hitler the kid sang with enthusiasm:
  The Lord Almighty has enlightened,
  How to Find Peace in Christ...
  I felt the lowest of sinners,
  That Christ is my savior!
  The boy-Führer and the girl-time traveler bumped fists. Their overall mood could be described as quite upbeat. And they set off to see the wise owl. They slapped their bare, childish feet and sang:
  It's fun to walk together,
  Across the vast expanses, across the vast expanses...
  And of course it"s better to sing in chorus,
  Better in chorus, better in chorus!
  
  The Great God gave us a bright Earth,
  And he left us his noticeable will...
  Jesus shed His precious blood for us,
  And the Almighty gave us the entire Universe!
  
  It's fun to walk together through the open spaces,
  Across the vast expanses, across the vast expanses...
  And of course it"s better to sing in chorus,
  Better in chorus, better in chorus!
  
  On the cross there was a terrible list destroyed,
  To become better, the Holy Spirit will come as an assistant!
  We will live in paradise, we will have a lot of fun,
  And there will be a song in Glory to Jesus!
  
  Let's walk together joyfully, with God's strength,
  With God's power, with God's power!
  Jesus will raise us from the grave,
  From the grave! From the grave!
  
  That the soul found new flesh in Paradise,
  The whole world must work together in the Lord's harvest...
  You strive for perfection, the brightest again,
  And with love pray to Christ hotter than the sun!
  
  It's fun to walk with Jesus together,
  With Jesus! With Jesus!
  To break ties with the sinful world, and it"s not sad,
  And it's not sad! And it's not sad!
  There they found themselves in a field filled with bright, scarlet poppies, and a sweet aroma emanated from them.
  The girl squeaked:
  - Let's run faster before their smell puts us to sleep!
  And the children's bare, pink heels sparkled. Hitler thought it was silly to be afraid of certain scents, but then he remembered reading the fairy tale "The Wizard of the Emerald City," where such flowers nearly killed a lion. Yes, that's dangerous.
  Even as he ran, the boy-Führer's head began to spin from the sweet aroma of poppies, but he forced himself to keep running, even though his bare, childish feet wobbled. The girl, too, was swaying, and her face had turned crimson with exertion. But the line of poppies ended, their sweet, intoxicating scent fading. The children slowed, sat down on the stones, and began breathing heavily. They needed to catch their breath after such a sprint.
  Hitler exclaimed:
  - Sleep in Hell... Or die in Hell!
  The girl answered with a smile:
  "To get to Hell, you have to die! But Hell isn't a place of punishment, it's a place of education! So the path to a new life opens through the underworld!"
  The children stood up and continued walking. The mood was good. Hitler began singing again:
  How wonderful Jesus Christ is
  He is the Creator, the great Creator...
  So that a person grows in his soul,
  The Creator has worked hard on people!
  
  He went to the cross in the name of all people,
  So that Paradise may reign throughout the universe...
  And the villain will be cast into the abyss of Hell,
  By the power of God in the battle unchanging!
  
  The Almighty loves us all with His heart,
  Wants happiness for people without measure...
  So let's show our spiritual class,
  For the sake of happiness, the spirit is born instantly!
  
  Glory to God, who art in heaven,
  Creates a world covered in diamonds...
  I've only seen this in my dreams,
  And with all the human talents in love!
  
  God has lit the light of glory in our hearts,
  And the fire of dreams burns in the soul...
  The feat of the Supreme God is praised,
  Only he knows all our troubles!
  
  My thoughts are in my heart to Jesus,
  And Mary, the Mother of Christ, is holy...
  Do not give in to temptation, man,
  So that the enemy Satan does not control!
  
  And the love of Jesus is boundless,
  From water God created wine...
  And he forgave those who harmed him personally,
  Turning hatred into good!
  
  So get on your knees people,
  Bow down to the ground before God...
  And wound yourself in the soul with a sword,
  For the sake of the Lord's strong family!
  
  After death, God is waiting for you,
  It will give you flesh again, life, believe me...
  The whole universe is ablaze with love,
  The evil demon will be destroyed!
  
  But we kneel before God,
  Let us always be faithful to Christ...
  May the Almighty rule for many generations,
  Every tear will be wiped away!
  
  The grace of Christ, his calls,
  Engraved in our hearts forever...
  And the beautiful impulse of the soul,
  Glory, wisdom, happiness and success!
  
  Life on earth is hard, of course,
  But the Lord will ease our pain...
  Let us be humane to each other,
  Let us accept, in our souls, peace and love!
  Finally, the legendary oak tree where the wise owl sat appeared. She was large, and her wings were gilded. Before her, on a silver chain, danced a red squirrel with a white tail. A most peaceful scene.
  The squirrel threw a golden shell at the children. Hitler and the young girl bowed.
  The owl, seeing them, muttered:
  - Are you going to ask again?
  The girl took it and nodded:
  - That's right, we need to know where the sword that can defeat Baba Yaga is!
  The squirrel squeaked:
  - Again, fighters against evil for good! How boring!
  The owl hooted:
  "You owe me three answers to these riddles! And if you get even one wrong, I'll sell you into slavery myself. Children are valuable on the slave market!"
  Hitler was surprised:
  - Are there also slave markets in the Underworld?
  The learned bird muttered:
  - You're not supposed to know that. But I can see right through you. You're a great sinner, aren't you?
  The boy-Fuhrer crossed himself and answered:
  - A very great sinner - that's true! But...
  The young prisoner knelt down and sang:
  By your great mercy,
  God accepts everyone...
  Who is not a villain these days,
  Rejecting sin in your soul!
  The owl giggled and remarked:
  - Do you think that the Almighty will forgive you for the destruction of His people?
  Hitler the kid exclaimed:
  Mercy is boundless,
  God sent his son to death.
  So as not to give to sinful people,
  To die in the abyss of Hell!
  The owl remarked with a grin:
  - You're as naive as a child. There are sins for which there is no forgiveness!
  The boy-Fuhrer replied:
  The greatest God and almighty,
  That's why he decided to crucify himself...
  So that everyone living on Earth,
  Received the Grace of salvation!
  The squirrel threw up the golden shells, which sparkled in the three suns, and squeaked something unintelligible.
  The owl grinned and cooed:
  - Enough! If you want to believe in the mercy of the Lord God, then believe. And now question one: two travelers came to a river. There was a boat there that could only fit one person. Nevertheless, they both crossed. How did this happen?
  The girl muttered:
  - I know the answer to this riddle, but let the boy think about it.
  Hitler-boy walked up to the sand pile, splashing his bare, childish feet. Using his fingers, he drew a river, a boat, and two travelers. He twirled around and replied:
  - I get it! They came from different banks!
  The owl hooted and replied:
  - Now the second question and a riddle!
  The boy-Fuhrer declared:
  - Wait, you've already asked me three questions!
  The learned bird muttered:
  - How is it three?
  Hitler-kid nodded:
  "The first question is: you're a great sinner, aren't you? And the second: do you think the Almighty will forgive the destruction of his people? And I've answered both questions!"
  The owl hooted and muttered:
  "Well, you're a clever one. Okay, I'll give you a feather that will show you the way to the sword. But it's guarded by a huge spider who won't give up the weapon that easily!"
  The boy-Fuhrer asked:
  - And how to fight it?
  The learned bird chuckled and replied:
  - No way! The only thing we can do is put him to sleep with sleep-grass!
  The girl asked with a smile:
  - Do you have one?
  The owl hooted:
  - I have one, but it's expensive. You don't have that kind of money anyway!
  Hitler-kid suggested:
  "What if we offered you payment from Baba Yaga's treasures? She probably has gold, too!"
  The girl confirmed, stamping her small, bare foot:
  - Of course there is! I know that for sure!
  The squirrel squeaked again, throwing golden eggshells.
  The owl muttered:
  "I could lend you some sleep-herbs, on the condition that you give me a whole pood of gold from Baba Yaga's treasure. But surely you could deceive or forget?"
  Hitler the kid crossed himself and replied:
  - I can forget, but the Almighty never!
  The girl exclaimed:
  - We'll give our word of honor! And without any oaths!
  The owl croaked:
  - Okay, I believe you! Strelka, bring some sleep-grass!
  The squirrel flicked its tail and dived into the hollow. The boy-Führer thought that he'd lost the war because his tanks and planes weren't agile and maneuverable enough. Especially the Tiger-2, which was a terrible machine, clumsy, heavy, and constantly breaking down. If anything could have saved the Third Reich, it was the self-propelled guns-the E-10, the E-25-which were awesome!
  The squirrel tossed a small bundle to the girl. She caught it and squealed:
  - Thank you!
  The boy-Fuhrer sang:
  Jehovah is the great creator,
  I hear your voice everywhere,
  A crown of radiant diamonds,
  It whispers in my heart like a ripening colossus!
  
  Jehovah covered the mountains with moss,
  The waves of the sea are painted with foam...
  He and the shore with burning sand,
  God and the sun with the endless universe!
  The children bowed once again, knelt down, and said a prayer to the Almighty and the Mother of God!
  After which a feather flew from the owl's wings. And Hitler with the girl
  They followed him. The girl remarked with a smile:
  - You can call me Alice. What's your name?
  The boy-Fuhrer answered decisively:
  - Adolf!
  The girl giggled and replied:
  - I'll call you Adik! But you're a fine boy. What sin did you commit in your past life?
  Hitler-kid answered with a smile:
  - I've done a lot wrong. And frankly, the past weighs me down!
  Alice remarked with a sweet look:
  - The grace of the Lord forgives even the gravest sins and washes away the bitterest tears. Believe in Jesus!
  The boy-Fuhrer sang with pathos:
  We must get on our knees,
  Pray to God the Lord...
  Only faith in Jesus,
  Maybe we can atone for our sin!
  The girl remarked with a sweet look:
  - It's not quite the right rhyme. We need to find a better one. Otherwise, it doesn't match - on your knees - Jesus.
  Hitler shrugged and suggested:
  - And if so, we must get up without a primus stove, only faith in Jesus!
  Alice noticed:
  "Without a primus stove-that's not very Russian. Although, it's still in the Slavic language!"
  The boy-Fuhrer nodded:
  - Yes, in Purgatory Hell, everyone speaks Russian! So Rabinovich is right: as for "Russian for Hell," I've already learned it!
  The girl stamped her bare, small foot and answered:
  "Russian is a very suitable language for international communication. It's quite comprehensive, but not difficult. In some ways, English is more difficult than Russian, although it's also a very comprehensive language."
  After this, Alice took and picked a small but very beautiful flower.
  Adolf took and sang:
  But if there were no love,
  They would not be able to love Christ...
  To have hope to live forever,
  And as the savior of all people, love!
  The boy and girl walked on. They followed the feather. The children were quite cute in appearance. And they wanted to do something good.
  Then Hitler asked:
  - How are we going to put the spider to sleep? We didn't ask the owl how to do it!
  Alice replied with a smile:
  - I know, just throw a handful at the spider. It will be so easy!
  The boy-Fuhrer took it and sang:
  The cunning spider sharpened his sting,
  And drinks from the sacred blood of the Fatherland...
  Nothing is enough for the enemy,
  The one who loves Jesus will kill him!
  Alice noted with a sweet look:
  - The stresses are a bit off! Especially on the Great Name of Jesus, love!
  The boy-Fuhrer jumped up and sang:
  You are the Lord, beauty, joy, peace and love,
  The embodiment of boundless, bright light...
  You shed precious blood on the cross,
  The planet was saved by boundless sacrifice!
  The girl stamped her bare foot and noted:
  - This rhyme is really good! And the words are excellent!
  The children continued on their way. Several times, large butterflies flew past, their wings multicolored and bright, as if studded with precious stones.
  Hitler thought that perhaps one of the Third Reich's mistakes was the almost complete absence of female soldiers. Although there were female pilots, you could count them on the fingers of one hand. But the Führer believed that women were mothers and should be protected and not sent into brutal slaughter. Oddly enough, Hitler wasn't all that inhumane. And besides, he didn't know much about what the fanatics at the bottom were doing.
  The boy-Fuhrer sang:
  Lord Almighty Jesus,
  He commanded us to love our enemies for a reason...
  Because if you act like a coward,
  Let the war blaze with a fierce fire!
  A large boulder appeared ahead, concealing the entrance to a cave where the spider with the invincible sword, Kladenets, should have been. However, suddenly, a huge butterfly appeared before the children, its wings glittering with every color of the rainbow.
  She squealed:
  - And where are you heading, young warriors?
  The boy-Fuhrer asked:
  - Is there a spider under the boulder?
  The butterfly flashed its wings and replied:
  - No! Not here! The spider is completely gone!
  The girl Alice was surprised:
  - What do you mean?
  The glittering insect replied:
  - There was a spider, but over time it turned into a beautiful butterfly! That is, into me!
  The boy-Fuhrer whistled:
  - Well, I never! Is the Kladenets sword still there!?
  The butterfly replied:
  - Yes! But I can only give it to someone with a pure, kind heart!
  CHAPTER No 19.
  The infinitely merciful Almighty God, heeding the requests of millions of people, including those in Paradise, decided to transfer Ellen White from the enhanced level directly to the reduced level. After all, she was truly a good person, and all her motives were not for self-interest, but for the benefit of serving others. Of course, there were also personal ambitions, a desire to become famous, and to create her own original teaching, albeit based on the authority of the Bible, that would endure for centuries and millennia.
  Now the Almighty God has shown his grace.
  A teenage girl, Ellen White, beautiful and so reminiscent of an innocent lamb, walked barefoot, accompanied by guardian angels, also known as she-devils. But this is an unofficial, and frankly incorrect, name.
  The prophetess girl sat on a flying chariot and was transported to another place-the entire universe of Hell-Purgatory. It was not for nothing that Jesus said: My Father has many mansions. And concerning sinners, the Most High God the Son said: You will be locked up in prison, and I swear you will not come out until you have given up every last penny. That is, God didn't tell Jesus you will never come out. Rather, you will come out when you have given up everything.
  Whether you have given up and atoned for your guilt is decided by the Almighty God, by His supreme grace. Jesus said that the Father Himself judges no one, but has delegated all judgment to the Son. And God the Son poured out His grace on the false prophetess, but a very good person, Ellen White!
  And now the girl was flying over Hell-Purgatory and looking.
  How interesting Hell-Purgatory is. While the enhanced level does indeed look like Auschwitz, even at the hardened level, there are already some decorations and flower beds. And the further you go, the more beautiful the areas of Hell-Purgatory become.
  On a general level, there are so many gardens with fountains, it's so cool.
  Well, the easy level is even more beautiful. And the most magnificent, consisting of palaces, is the privileged level. It's full of statues, both gilded and made of bright orange metal.
  After all, in Hell, the most important thing is not so much punishment as re-education and demonstrating the infinite grace of the Most High God. Often, this mercy alone prompts sinners to repentance, and they become ashamed of their evil or vile deeds.
  Ellen White now understood that she had underestimated the power of Divine Love and grace, as well as how precious each person is to the Most High God. It was not for nothing that Jesus told the parable of the shepherd who left his flock for the sake of one sheep, and it held profound meaning.
  Although the Adventist prophetess quite correctly pointed out that eternal hellish torment is disproportionately cruel, and if even one soul suffers eternally, it means Satan has won it from God forever. However, she failed to understand that the Almighty is so good that He desires to save everyone and bring them to Christ, and therefore, sooner or later, He will achieve this goal. And everyone will come to God. And God does not desire the death of sinners.
  It is clear in this regard that the Catholic teaching about Purgatory may be closer to the truth than the teaching about eternal torment among conservative Protestants.
  Although even for them Purgatory was not for all sinners and it still had to be earned.
  The Bible itself reveals God's purpose for salvation. In this regard, if there had been a clear teaching that everyone is saved, people would have become too complacent and could have completely lost their moral composure. However, in countries where the majority are atheists, or in the USSR, for example, morality didn't decline; in fact, it was even stricter than in Christian, capitalist countries.
  Or consider modern-day China and North Korea, where everything is also very strict. In Orthodox Russia, brothels were legal, but not in the atheistic USSR!
  So, the desire for high moral standards is innate in humans. And even the most bloodthirsty dictators tried to portray themselves as lofty and striving for a higher, noble goal.
  Ellen White watched as the beauty grew from level to level, and the temples arranged in Hell-Purgatory, with their golden domes and crosses, looked quite aesthetically pleasing. After all, the pious atmosphere itself influenced the sinners in the underworld.
  People were revived with hearts revived by grace, and their youthful bodies revived by piety! It's truly difficult to experience a spiritual rebirth on Earth-seeing, for example, that scoundrels prosper while the righteous are held back. And many are troubled by the fact that age deforms people physically, including the righteous. And people quite logically think: if there were an Almighty God, He would never allow such a deterioration in appearance, especially in women. They themselves would be disgusted by it.
  And in Hell-Purgatory, where the body is young and beautiful, anyone, especially the elderly, feels great relief. And for that alone, they are grateful to God. Unlike some, like Yuri Petukhov, who describe hell as some kind of sadistic nightmare.
  In fact, it is not for nothing that Jesus said that God is love, and the highest form of love.
  But the Almighty wants to make people better, not disfigure, cripple, or grind them into dust. And His Grace truly knows no bounds!
  Of course, "unquenchable fire" is a figurative expression and speaks of the fire of Divine love. A more accurate translation of Jesus Christ's words is: some will go to eternal life, others to eternal correction!
  Here, more than ever, the right understanding and approach are needed.
  Ellen White landed at the entrance to the temple. She was on the privileged level and a well-known prophetess. Girls and boys, apparently teenagers of about fourteen, greeted her. Because Hell-Purgatory is hot and the grass on the privileged level is soft, most of the young prisoners prefer to move barefoot.
  It is practical and convenient and at the same time it shows that they repent.
  The guardian angels led her out. Elena stepped onto the soft grass. Her feet were very calloused from walking barefoot on the hard, reinforced soil. But they hadn't lost any feeling. The teenage girl was smiling and happy.
  It's truly wonderful and beautiful here. And life is just beginning. And don't think that the Almighty won't give sinners a second chance; God is Love!
  To some extent, the Almighty saves those who don't want to be saved. Sin is a disease, and the mentally ill are treated forcibly, for their own good. And the best treatment is precisely grace!
  Elena continued to walk on the soft grass. A handsome, blond boy of about fourteen came out to meet her and exclaimed with a smile:
  - Greetings, lady of philosophy! I must say I like a lot about your work!
  The girl asked in response:
  - And who are you, excuse me?
  The boy answered with a smile:
  "I'm Epicurus! I think you ladies know me well and have read my works. You can even read things in Hell that didn't survive on planet Earth, and I've written quite a lot, including on physics, medicine, and geometry, not just about religion and human pleasures!"
  Elena answered with a smile:
  - Yes, I know! Epicurus was the first ancient Greek philosopher to put forward the idea of atheism, materialism, and to question the existence of the immortal soul.
  The boy nodded with a sigh:
  "Yes, fortunately, I was mistaken! By the grace of the Almighty God, I was given not nothingness, but a new, happy life in Hell-purgatory. And I am very happy about it!"
  The girl asked with a smile:
  - Why are you still not in Heaven, even though you died so long ago?
  Epicurus replied:
  "Firstly, sometimes there are more philosophers than maniacs, and secondly, you need to grow spiritually to reach Heaven. Apparently, I'm just a little short of that! But Heaven awaits everyone sooner or later!"
  Elena noted:
  "Yes, that's really fair, and I didn't understand it! To be honest, I wanted to portray God better than most conservative Protestants, but I fell into heresy!"
  The boy noticed, stamping his bare, tanned foot:
  "But you created an entire denomination that still lives and thrives. And millions of Seventh-day Adventists preach the word of God throughout the world!"
  Elena nodded:
  "That's true! In this case, one cannot deny that I succeeded in creating a formidable church. While it has demonstrated its resilience, not everything was as it is!"
  Epicurus replied:
  "Whoever distinguishes days, does so for the Lord! So there's nothing wrong with worshiping and singling out the Sabbath. As long as you don't take it to the point of fanaticism!"
  Another boy in shorts approached Elena and noted with a smile:
  "I am Tamerlane... the bloody conqueror of the Middle Ages! But now, by the great grace of the Almighty, I have reformed, and am about to finally enter Paradise! I must say I have always been a religious man and observed Namaz. Although that is not the most important thing in serving the Almighty God!"
  Ellen White agreed:
  - One good deed is more important than a thousand prayers!
  Tamerlane noted:
  "We're guests here in the girls' half of Hell. It's already possible at a preferential level. There's no sin in love, if it's love with a pure heart and without debauchery!"
  Epicurus confirmed:
  "The Almighty has sanctified the love between a man and a woman and commanded: be fruitful and multiply! This is, let's say, absolutely wonderful and magnificent! Girls are so beautiful and pleasant to the touch!"
  Tamerlan added:
  - And not just by touch, of course! Girls bring joy to people, and not just the stronger sex!
  Elena replied:
  - But without lustful thoughts... Although sometimes it"s difficult to understand the difference between sex and pure love!
  The angel warden noted:
  "And now it's time for prayer! Kneeling is not required at the concession level! You can pray standing."
  The former prophetess knelt down anyway, while the others stood and recited the prayer. In Purgatory Hell, there's a lot of prayer. And it's not God who needs it, but first and foremost the believers and sinners themselves. After all, prayer promotes moral cleansing and rebirth.
  Elena understood this... And now prayer, followed by two hours of work therapy. Which, by the way, isn't at all strenuous. For example, planting flowers, trimming flowerbeds, or harvesting crops. This work is very joyful. Not like moving stones on a heavy-duty vehicle.
  Elena once again whispered a prayer of gratitude to the Lord God. This truly was an incredible act of kindness.
  The Bible doesn't explicitly say that Hell is a place of re-education. And this is understandable. Otherwise, many would be unwilling to lead a holy life on Earth, thinking that their salvation is already assured by grace. And try convincing a drunkard to quit drinking, a fornicator to fornicate, a smoker to give up cigarettes, or a tyrant to show mercy.
  And fire is the love of the Lord. In the Old Testament, when it says: "God is a consuming fire," it means that the Almighty will fill everyone with His grace and love, and evil in man will be destroyed.
  That's right - it is not the evil person that will be destroyed, but the evil in the person, and then his heart and soul will become filled with kindness!
  Elena, along with other young prisoners, planted flowers.
  And she felt joy in her soul. And at the same time, she felt ashamed. Yet her understanding of the Bible turned out to be too primitive and incorrect.
  She, like many, underestimates grace and the desire of the Almighty to save every soul.
  After all, if even one soul remains in Hell forever, or even is annihilated, it will thus be lost to the Almighty. This means the Devil has been able to win back a soul for its own destruction. But would the All-Wise Lord allow the Devil to win, and the opportunity to destroy even one soul forever? And when the soul is purified and rehabilitated, it will return to the Almighty. And this speaks of the final victory of Jesus and his sacrifice on the cross!
  Elena, dancing with her bare feet, sang:
  Glory to the Almighty Christ,
  Humanity was saved by its suffering...
  Let us turn to the Lord the Father,
  God gave the holy people an order!
  After which, she began digging flowerbeds with a glittering silver shovel with even greater enthusiasm. How magnificent it all looked. At the preferential level, boys and girls often mix.
  Music and a song are played, performed by clear, young voices:
  Teach me, Lord, to praise You,
  Teach me, God, to pray.
  Teach me to do Your will with love,
  Give me the strength to work for the good of others!
  
  Let me shake off my sinful burden,
  Let me cry it all out before You.
  Give me help in Thy most radiant name,
  I can't cope without You!
  
  Without You I am nothing, like a worm on the earth,
  Without You, life is no joy to me.
  Without You, God of Light, I will perish in darkness,
  Without You I will become a victim of hell!
  
  O Sweetest Jesus, have mercy on me!
  As the Creator, have mercy on the creation.
  As the Savior, save me from the fire of Gehenna,
  And, as a Doctor, do not disdain my wounds!
  
  Heal my poor soul quickly
  And accept repentance for your sins.
  Oh, hear, my God, I am here at the door,
  I await your mercy for alms!
  
  Teach me, Lord, to praise You,
  Teach me, God, to pray.
  Teach me to do Your will with love,
  Give me the strength to work for the good of others!
  The song played, and at the end, all the young prisoners knelt and crossed themselves. That was repentance.
  After which they continued their work. Nearby, in Helen, a girl named Lara Mikheiko was swinging a shovel. She was destined for heaven soon, this young partisan. A beautiful girl. When the Nazis interrogated her, they beat her. And finally, they led her out, barefoot and naked, with a sign, to the village, and there they paraded her through the snow. And her feet were as red as a goose's feet.
  The girl already had the blood of Nazis and one policeman on her. And not everyone is allowed into Heaven-you need to raise your cultural level.
  Lara noted:
  "Your religious writings are very interesting! Especially about the unfallen worlds. Even in my previous life, I wondered if there was life beyond planet Earth. Tsiolkovsky wrote about the great multitude of worlds and the diversity of life forms. Or perhaps Giovanni Bruno. And that was so captivating. But in reality, sin is a widespread phenomenon in the universe. And if God allowed it, it was not out of weakness, but out of wisdom!"
  Elena nodded with a smile, noting:
  "Yes, sin has its benefits; it breeds struggle! And when there's struggle, there's an incentive for progress and science. To combat the consequences of sin, you need to engage your thought processes and put your hands to the test."
  Lara agreed with this:
  "Yes, to a certain extent, sin is even necessary. It's worth noting that sometimes the understanding of the Bible can be overly primitive and straightforward. And for some reason, many people don't pay attention to the fact that it doesn't explicitly say that sin will disappear completely, and this should be understood. Otherwise, things will get boring and progress will stall."
  The girls continued digging, and the boys worked with them. They were smiling, and the work didn't tire them at all-the young, perfect bodies of child prisoners. And Ellen, accustomed to working at an intense level for twelve hours a day, was practically resting. And she felt joy in her movements. The world around her was so sunny and beautiful.
  Ellen White felt she had excluded too many people from the world of the righteous and considered them unworthy of breathing clean air and basking in the sun. This was her hidden pride.
  It's when you think you'll be saved and everyone else won't. In reality, the grace of the Most High Jesus extends to everyone without exception. Even Judas will sooner or later enter Paradise and fall on his knees before Jesus. That will truly be something real and spiritually reborn. So infinite is the grace of the Most High! Glory to Jesus! Glory to the heroes of faith!
  Ellen asked another girl, Maria:
  - Have you read my works?
  The girl prisoner nodded:
  "Yes, I read you! I was unlucky enough to live long, and in my past life I was only a teenager, and I immediately found myself in the privileged realm of Hell-Purgatory. On the one hand, that's good, but on the other, I didn't have time to properly live in that world or have children. And so I'm not entirely happy!"
  Ellen noted:
  - But you can have children in heaven too, right?
  Maria nodded in agreement:
  - Of course you can! And you even should! And I will definitely have a child!
  Finally, the signal sounded that two hours of work therapy were over. The young prisoners began praying again. This is mandatory in Hell-Purgatory, but it is done with genuine enthusiasm.
  Ellen thought that incorrigible criminals simply don't exist. People simply need to feel ashamed of their sin and behavior. And this needs to be cultivated within themselves with the help of the Holy Spirit.
  When the prayer was over, Lara suggested:
  - Let's play basketball!
  Ellen nodded in agreement, noting:
  - Outdoor games are very beneficial both physically and spiritually!
  Maria noted:
  "Don't you want to play on the computer? For example, on the free level of Hell-Purgatory, you can even play shooters! For example, the Stalingrad mission-killing Nazis in the game, but it will look like the real thing!"
  Lara smiled and replied:
  "I want to spend time with Ellen. She just came from the advanced level of Purgatory. What's it like there-working twelve hours a day. And not having to look a computer in the eye!"
  Ellen countered:
  - No! During school, we had four hours of study every day, and we used the computer. And I know there are various virtual realities! And that you can fight the Nazis. I didn't write about Hitler directly, but before I went to heaven, I predicted the emergence of leaders and rulers who were unpredictable, bloody, and full of obscurantism mixed with high technology.
  Maria confirmed:
  - Yes, it happened! So let's play basketball! I want to move around too.
  And the child prisoners ran, their bare, round heels flashing. They were quick and swift. How wonderful it is to have perfect bodies, gifted by the grace of God.
  The boys and girls were playing. And the music was quite pleasant, a mix of organ and more modern instruments. It was really nice and fun.
  How a pioneer camp like Artek resembled Hell-Purgatory, with so many flowers and gilded fountains around, from which diamond streams shoot into the sky, shimmering in the three suns.
  It's interesting that the lights in Hell are colored like traffic lights: red, yellow, and green. This is also symbolic. Like, Hell-Purgatory is a pass to salvation, Heaven, and a re-education school.
  Or you could compare it to a hospital where souls are healed. At the same time, the Lord God understands that man cannot be perfect, and he needs to have some freedom.
  And, for example, even playing war games to get the adrenaline flowing. And every couple should have a girlfriend to ensure harmony. After all, sex itself isn't evil. It becomes evil when it turns into something dirty and vulgar.
  Ellen White now understood this too. The Lord's grace is great and, one might say, boundless in its love for man.
  This is how easy and enjoyable it is for children to move now. Boys and girls simply flutter about. It's both wonderful and fun.
  Ellen had never played basketball before. In her past life, if there had been games, they were different, and there was no such thing as intense entertainment.
  Of course, it is annoying to end up in an enhanced level of Hell, having previously led a very decent life.
  But being a false prophet and deceiving people is also a sin, and a grave one. Although Ellen did a lot of good with her holy lies.
  And if the average person knew that salvation awaited them in any case, they would relax completely. So, sometimes it's not a sin to scare someone.
  Otherwise, without fear there will be no obedience.
  Boys and girls threw balls of different colors. And it was beautiful and cool!
  Their feet were tanned and bare, and in Hell and the Underworld the ground doesn't get dirty easily and feet aren't dusty. So almost everyone here goes barefoot. Except for the guard angels-they wear formal suits and police uniforms.
  But the interesting game is interrupted by prayer. Some of the child prisoners kneel. Ellen does too; it's more natural for her.
  In Paradise, prayer is optional, but Hell-Purgatory-demands the discipline of prayer. It's short and comes from the heart. Afterward, the child prisoners resume their game. And once again, their bare, slightly callused soles flash.
  This is a fast-paced game going on. It involves a lot of jumping around. You could say it's excellent hosting...
  But the outdoor playtime ended. The female prisoners lined up and went off to the large pools, which in hell are as vast and long as rivers. If you want, you can also play virtual games on the computers and watch movies. The films here are more varied and daring. Only plus eighteen isn't allowed, but plus sixteen is. Not like on the more strict levels, where, as they say, cinema is six plus. You can swim and watch movies on huge holograms.
  You can also ride in cars, or even fly on planes, with some restrictions. Technology is advanced here, and it's becoming more so every year. Both Hell-Purgatory and Heaven are constantly being modernized. That's what progress means. And Ellen appreciated that. As well as the endless grace of the Most High God-merciful and compassionate.
  This is a privileged level of Hell, reminiscent of a superbly designed teenage camp. Each girl has her own room with a computer, a bathroom, a shower, and a fecal annihilator, which is present on all levels so you don't have to go to the bathroom. Radiation cleanses all waste from the body. And you're pure and strong.
  The perfection of the bodies God provides in Purgatory Hell is striking. They bear no traces of sin, meaning the physical craving for evil disappears. That is, if you are drawn to alcohol, it's only emotionally, not physically, which makes it easier to overcome sin.
  Ellen White sang:
  On the heavenly throne,
  The King of the Universe sat...
  Of my own free will,
  He gave up the Supreme Power!
  
  They crucified God on the cross,
  Jesus prayed to the Father...
  So that he doesn"t judge us harshly,
  He forgave us our sin completely!
  It's truly miraculous, the Almighty God became one of humanity, and for their sake, humbled Himself to death, even to death on the cross. What other religion offers such a thing? The highest level of grace. Although, for example, not everyone likes the idea that even Hitler has a chance to get to Heaven, and inevitable salvation awaits everyone. Even those who don't want to be saved. After all, sin is akin to illness, and mentally ill people are treated forcibly!
  Ellen White understood this now more than ever, and especially the meaning of Jesus Christ's parable of the lost sheep. It wasn't told without reason. It implied that the Lord God has no such thing as an unworthy soul, and He is interested in rescuing everyone from the abyss of sin. Even someone like Hitler.
  To be fair, Hirohito was no better in terms of bloodshed, but he managed to avoid punishment and even retained his title. He died in honor and respect.
  True, many said Hirohito was unaware of the cruelty of his subordinates, that he was forced to sign orders by reactionary generals. But hardly anyone would believe it. The Japanese considered the Emperor God, which in itself is blasphemous against the Almighty. And hardly anyone in their right mind believes the fairy tale-the Tsar is good, but the boyars are worthless!
  Or about the good emperor and the evil generals.
  That's why Hirohito is still on a heightened level. And Hitler is undergoing a special school of correction.
  The pool is mostly occupied by girls. The boys are already returning to their section, but some still remain, twirling with the fair sex. It's adolescence, hormones are raging.
  Sex isn't forbidden in Hell, but there are certain rules. Although you can have it with your loved one every day in a special place. Children aren't born in Purgatory-only in Heaven.
  Ellen wanted to get to Heaven as quickly as possible. And she wondered where her former earthly husband was. He had been with her and preached. At one time, he had doubts about the Trinity. But he was a generally decent man, despite some flaws.
  He's most likely still in Hell-Purgatory, but at what level? Is it enhanced or not?
  Ellen sighed heavily. She knew that sooner or later she and he would be in Heaven. But for now, she needed to search the database for her husband. A partner could be anyone with mutual consent, but only from the same level of Hell-Purgatory. There was also a rule that you could be friends with the inhabitants of Heaven, correspond, give photos and gifts, but no sex! And same-sex love was forbidden. Although looking at how beautiful the girls were, one might be tempted, but then again, boys are handsome too. This is Hell-Purgatory, where the Almighty purifies the body, and then the soul is trained.
  Another prayer break. Ellen stepped onto the shore and knelt down. Most of the girls prayed right in the water.
  In fact, God does not need people to kneel, people themselves need it to calm their souls and consciences.
  Ellen whispered:
  God is the greatest in bottomless mercy,
  You created the Earth, the height of the heavens...
  For the sake of people, Your only begotten Son,
  He ascended the cross, and then rose again!
  CHAPTER No 20.
  Andreyka Chikatilo and the Kibalsh Boy received an invitation from a girl in a bikini to look for rose water to wash a peacock's tail.
  True, the boy revolutionary noted:
  - And what is all this for?
  The girl replied:
  "In this case, it will be possible to free imprisoned children with the flapping of a peacock's tail. Tsar Koschei kidnaps them from their parents and forces them to work in the quarries underground."
  There boys and girls work in chains, are whipped and sleep on stones!
  Chikatilo replied with a sigh:
  - This is terrible! We must help them!
  Malchish-Kibalchish confirmed:
  - It's our duty! We have to do it!
  The girl in the bikini stamped her bare foot and replied:
  "That's right, it's your duty! And mine too! But the problem is, only a learned cat can tell me where the stream of rose water is flowing, and I've had a falling out with him."
  Chikatilo noted:
  - It happens! But we look like boys. Will the learned cat on the golden chain listen to us?
  The girl squeaked:
  - How do you know that this cat is on a gold chain?
  Malchish-Kibalchish was the first to blurt out:
  - According to Pushkin! He has a poem - "At Lukomorye"!
  Andrei Chikatilo confirmed:
  A golden chain on that oak tree,
  Day and night, learned cat,
  Everything goes round and round in a chain!
  The girl confirmed:
  - That's exactly it! So you'll be able to find it. I'll give you a compass whose needle always points to the gold chain.
  And the beauty, with the help of her bare, graceful, tanned foot, handed the compass to the boys.
  It actually had an arrow pointing in one direction.
  And the girl noted:
  - You might encounter a wolf along the way. He might demand that you solve riddles.
  Chikatilo grinned:
  - Riddles? Oh, that's interesting!
  Malchish-Kibalchish noted:
  - Is it worth wasting time?
  The girl objected:
  - Then he'll definitely bite you to death! He's strong and agile!
  Andreyka Chikatilo sang:
  It's time for us to reveal the undisclosed secrets,
  They lie at the bottom uselessly, like in a piggy bank...
  We will tear these secrets out by the roots from the core,
  Let's release the genie from the bottle!
  Malchish-Kibalchish flashed the saber that suddenly appeared in his hands and sang:
  We are ready to fight the treacherous wolf,
  For us are Lenin, Stalin, the Lord Jesus...
  And our armored train managed to accelerate,
  Run and attack, the boy is not a coward!
  The girl remarked with a smile:
  "You got a magic saber? That's pretty cool, I guess! Or as you like to say, hyperquasaric!"
  Chikatilo exclaimed:
  - Let's go! Our job is to act for the good of people!
  Malchish-Kibalchish noted:
  - Yes, that's right! We will strive for the maximum!
  And both boys, their bare, childish heels flashing, set off across the grass. Their mood was quite exhilarated. They truly were capable of achieving great things, even breaking any back. Two boys, who looked about eleven, were slapping each other. Chikatilo wasn't even a teenager now, but he felt a surge of enthusiasm within him. Finally, he was needed.
  He's truly ashamed that he once killed children. How could he do that to such sweet creatures? They truly are wonderful creatures.
  Andreyka sighed heavily. Why did he really do such a thing? It was truly lawless. Killing children was disgusting and repulsive. He was out of his mind, a true, vile maniac.
  And now he is a child himself, and his partner is a boy.
  And dragonflies with platinum wings and butterflies with glittering gold wings flew around. It was beautiful.
  And the trees are covered with lush flowers. Some of the flora resemble violin trunks sticking out of the ground. It looks grotesque.
  The boy Kibalchish asked Chikatilo:
  - Is it true that there is an alternative reality in which the Great Patriotic War dragged on?
  The maniac boy readily answered:
  "Yes, that happened. In one world, which we were shown during class, an unfortunate event occurred. Instead of the Maus, the designers began working on the E-10, and this self-propelled gun went into production in 1943. And it proved so successful that the Nazis were able to stabilize the front along the eastern rampart. In other words, a terrible war became even more terrible."
  Malchish-Kibalchish took and sang:
  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!
  A wolf suddenly jumped out at the boy. He was huge, wearing jeans and sneakers, and holding an electric guitar.
  Howling, he sang:
  - Here is my riddle, I don"t know how many tears there are, how many drops there are in the sea, how many stars there are in the sky, how many hairs there are in a gypsy"s head!
  Chikatilo replied:
  - In total, this is as much as there are grains of sand in the desert!
  The wolf laughed and gurgled:
  - Excellent! For that answer, I'll transport you to a parallel universe! You'll fight the fascists there!
  And the wolf twirled first his tail, and then his guitar. And the barefoot boy in shorts was transported to a parallel universe.
  There truly was such a miracle as the E-10 self-propelled gun. Weighing twelve tons, with a four-hundred-horsepower engine, hydraulic suspension, and a height of just one meter forty centimeters, this self-propelled gun revolutionized the course of military operations. Its greatest advantage was not only its low silhouette, making it difficult to hit, but also its low cost and ease of production. And its sixty-millimeter frontal armor provided a very steep, effective slope, which deflected Soviet shells.
  Thanks to the mass production of this self-propelled gun, the Germans were able to hold the line along the Dnieper and the eastern rampart. Soviet forces slowed down. Afterward, the front line froze, as in World War I, and the battle truly entered a phase of attrition.
  In real history, the front line was fluid, and Soviet troops were breaking through to the West. But here it became stable. And the Red Army's losses increased. A response to the German technological challenge was needed.
  Of course, first of all, this is the appearance of tanks - T-34-85 and IS-2.
  True, the answer isn't entirely satisfactory. The IS-2 lacked accuracy and rate of fire. Its gun had great difficulty hitting the German tank. The T-34-85, meanwhile, only slightly improved the frontal protection of the turret, but it also became taller and larger, making it easier to hit. Its gun, however, became more dangerous for the E-10. But the Germans weren't standing still. In response, the E-15, armed with a 75-millimeter 70EL gun, was put into production. It was similar, with a low silhouette. It was slightly heavier, but also had a more powerful engine, producing 550 horsepower.
  Another advantage of the German self-propelled guns was their wide hull and quick maneuverability. Their light weight made them technically reliable and mobile. However, armor protection was somewhat lacking. Hitler insisted on increasing it to eighty millimeters. The self-propelled guns became heavier but more resistant, especially against Soviet vehicles. The Panther's cannon, meanwhile, was capable of defeating virtually all Soviet tanks. Its low silhouette, difficult to hit and notice, and excellent optics gave the Nazis an advantage on the battlefield. Furthermore, the Nazis acquired the MP-44 submachine gun, a very capable assault rifle that deprived the Soviet infantry of its advantages.
  Occupying strong defensive lines in the east, the Germans were able to carry out several successful offensives in Italy and drive the Allies out of the continent.
  But then came the catastrophe of the Allied defeat in Normandy. They lost over half a million soldiers in captivity alone. The victory over the Allies strengthened the Nazis' position on the continent.
  The aerial competition continued. In 1944, the Germans began developing jet aircraft, but they were still in their infancy. The propeller-driven TA-152 was a decent aircraft, also a decent aircraft with powerful armament. The USSR responded with the LA-7 and Yak-3, although the latter fighter encountered problems due to a shortage of high-quality duralumin.
  The Germans had decent self-propelled guns for defense, but they had problems with tanks. A tank is far superior to a self-propelled gun in an offensive role. It wasn't until February 1945 that the Nazis finally acquired the painfully born Panther-2, with its 150-millimeter-thick, sloped frontal armor, an 88-millimeter 70 EL gun, and a more or less balanced weight of fifty tons, offset by a ten-hundred-horsepower engine.
  At the time of its incarnation in metal, the car was perhaps the best in the world.
  Its frontal hull armor, one hundred twenty millimeters thick and angled at forty-five degrees, could even withstand IS-2 shells.
  Meanwhile, changes continued in the world. The Soviet offensive in January 1945 fizzled out. Roosevelt died in April, and Truman suggested: why waste war and resources on Europe? The main thing was to defeat Japan. Japan had just defeated the American fleet near the Philippines, and the fighting slowed again.
  And Truman effectively withdrew from the war in Europe. Churchill, under pressure from the opposition, ran for parliament, and the Conservatives lost to Labour. After which, an armistice was declared effective August 1, 1945. And the Western Front closed. And, worst of all, Lend-Lease supplies ceased. And, of course, Hitler gained a free hand in the West. A prisoner exchange began, and the Nazis began preparing for a new major offensive.
  The problem was that the Soviet troops were also deeply dug in. And it wouldn't be easy to break through the defenses.
  Furthermore, the USSR developed the very good SU-100 self-propelled gun, which, unlike the Zveroboy, had a faster firing rate and was based on the T-34 chassis. And the IS-3, a vehicle that was very difficult to penetrate frontally. Only the Jagdtiger's 128mm gun could reliably destroy it. However, the Soviet tank had its drawbacks. During prolonged movement, the frontal seams of the pike nose would come apart, making the crew cramped in the turret, and the already slight rate of fire dropped. Moreover, the tank itself became three tons heavier than the IS-2, increasing the load on the front wheels, causing it to literally get stuck in the mud and move even more slowly.
  So the IS-2 remained in production despite its lower survivability.
  The Panther-2 was a decent vehicle, but its sixty-millimeter side armor wasn't strong enough. The Tiger-2 also lacked side protection and was heavy, prone to breakage. The new E-series tanks were intended to be breakthrough vehicles. Ultimately, a tighter layout was clearly needed-the engine and transmission together and transversely. And a narrower turret with an improved suspension.
  The Panther-3's birth was a difficult one. The initial tank weighed over sixty tons and offered no decisive advantage over the Panther-2, which naturally displeased Hitler. Work began on a series with a more compact layout. Calculations showed that the Panther-3's weight could be reduced to forty-five tons, with an engine capable of producing up to 1,200 horsepower. This tank also displeased Hitler due to its weak side armor-only eighty-two millimeters. Thus, the launch of the E-series tank version was delayed.
  Instead, the more advanced E-25 appeared, with an 88-millimeter cannon and only two crew members in prone positions. As a result, the self-propelled gun's height was only one meter thirty centimeters.
  This allowed for a steeply sloped 120-millimeter front, 82-millimeter sides, and a weight of only 26 tons. The new self-propelled gun is mobile, portable, and quite powerful. Only the IS-3 can hold its own head-on. But the USSR still has very few such tanks. Producing a pike-shaped nose under wartime conditions is difficult. Moreover, Lend-Lease supplies have ceased. So, for now, the most widely produced tank is the T-34-85, and even the SU-100 is being produced in relatively small quantities while the Germans are on the defensive.
  The Soviet vehicle is certainly a universal soldier, but it is weakly protected and suffers heavy losses.
  Here are Gerda and Charlotte, lying down in the new self-propelled gun. They're testing the vehicle in its most advanced form at the end of August. It's still an experimental model, and joysticks are used for control.
  Moreover, girls in bikinis and barefoot use their bare toes to control the vehicle. Needless to say, the self-propelled gun is good and has a future. Even IS-2 and IS-3 shells can't penetrate its frontal armor, ricocheting instead. However, due to the high explosive effect, they can be dangerous for the crews, so it's best to operate from ambush.
  Both German girls are firing at Soviet tanks. T-34-85s, pressing in huge numbers. And trying to break through en masse. The German gun is firing. Its optics are good, the self-propelled gun is invisible in the tall grass, but the powerful shot still gives away its camouflage.
  And from three kilometers away, German girls confidently knock out Soviet tanks.
  And so the T-34's turret was blown off. Gerda is a phenomenally accurate girl. She's sending shells. And the redhead is no less effective. Now that's real combat effectiveness.
  Charlotte fired, and from a distance, she hit the IS-2 tank's frontal hull precisely. This vehicle doesn't have a sloped turret, so the shell doesn't ricochet, but penetrates. Now that's a lethal hit.
  The German girls giggle; self-propelled guns are their future.
  And the Soviet tankers are trying to accelerate and close in. This is their chance.
  The Great Patriotic War is already in its fifth year. Hitler still lacks complete air superiority, although Arado is producing more and more jet bombers, and they are becoming more sophisticated and technologically reliable.
  The powerfully armed ME-262 is also being improved. Its X-type modification is expected to have swept wings, powerful engines, be fast, and heavily armed. This means the Nazis can expect to achieve air superiority. Despite its low cost, the HE-162 required highly skilled pilots to operate it. However, prisoner exchanges with Western countries are underway, and more skilled pilots are being returned from captivity.
  Incidentally, Huffman mastered the He-162 and is quite skilled in its use. He flew in, shot down a Soviet aircraft, and then flew back. For his 400 kills, he became the second pilot to receive the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. Rudel was the first to receive such an award.
  The XE-162 is very suitable for the Huffman style.
  In short, this is where Malchish-Kibalchish and Andrei Chikatilo, who became a boy, ended up.
  Both boys were barefoot and in shorts, and were unarmed, except for Kibalchish's saber.
  They were looking out over the battlefield from a high vantage point and had a clear view. German self-propelled guns were lying in ambush, while Soviet troops were attempting to advance. The Germans still had few Panther-2 tanks. Although this vehicle has the best overall performance of all tanks, the IS-3 may have better frontal protection, but it's inferior to the German Panther in crew comfort and especially in driving performance. Fifty tons is not bad for such a small vehicle, and the German tank has excellent, or rather, decent, ergonomics.
  Plus, some Royal Panthers now feature turbocharged engines capable of generating up to 1,200 horsepower. And such a tank, weighing fifty tons, literally flies.
  So the Panther-2 is a good tank, and it's clear why the E-50 series is slowing down - Hitler wanted a penetrating vehicle with good side protection. And also with a gas turbine engine. So the tank would not only be invulnerable, but also fast. Such are the ambitious projects here.
  Andreyka watched the battlefield. It was interesting... Soviet troops are trying to use attack aircraft. Both the old IL-2, which is still in production due to the smooth running of its launch lines, and the newer and more advanced IL-10. German fighters are countering the attack aircraft.
  There are jet, piston, and Lufthaus engines. The latter is quite good against attack aircraft. And the Germans use it on their self-propelled guns and tanks.
  Among German vehicles, you can occasionally see the T-4; it was produced at only one plant, and then in 1945 it was completely taken out of production.
  The tank, it must be said, is hopelessly outdated. The Tiger-2 is also in the wrong league, especially after the advent of the King Panther.
  It's clear that self-propelled guns completely dominate the battlefield. And the eastern rampart is holding.
  Malchish-Kibalchish noted, waving his saber:
  - I will chop down all enemies!
  Andreyka nodded:
  - We will trample them with our bare hands and bare feet!
  And the boys burst out laughing. It really was funny. They'd love to join the fight, but they had nothing to do. If only they had a homemade rifle, maybe even one from the twenty-first century, they'd be able to fire at the fascists.
  Chikatilo muttered:
  - What a way the wolf carried us! Are we, children, going to fight with our fists?
  Malchish-Kibalchish replied:
  - And I have a saber! Do you think it will take out Hitler's armor?
  Andreyka jokingly sang in response:
  Ah, you are reliable, plaster armor,
  From someone who intends to bite...
  But one thing depresses me,
  I just can't scratch myself!
  And the boys burst out laughing again. It was funny to watch. And you could even say it was great. Although many Soviet tanks had already burned.
  The Panther gun on the E-15 self-propelled gun is quite powerful. It can penetrate thirty-four-caliber machine guns, and can fire up to twenty rounds per minute. So you won't get past the Germans. The Red Army's armored attacks are thwarted.
  Incidentally, Stalin keeps demanding an offensive. And Soviet troop losses are mounting.
  Hitler, however, prefers to save his soldiers and is on the defensive. Especially since the Germans already have jet bombers that allow them to bomb the USSR with virtual impunity. So the Führer is counting on a technological breakthrough and winning a war of attrition.
  The main objective here is to create a main battle tank no heavier than seventy tons, so it can be transported by train, but with 250-millimeter thick sloped frontal armor, 170-millimeter sloped side armor, a 105-millimeter gun with a 100-EL barrel, capable of penetrating even the IS-3 from long range and heavier Soviet tanks, should they appear. And a gas turbine engine of at least 1,500 horsepower.
  This kind of vehicle could have become a magnificent breakthrough tank, and Hitler wanted it. But it would take time to realize. That's why the Nazis aren't advancing yet, while the Soviet troops are straining and straining.
  And the wolf girls from the hunting team crept up to the two boys.
  The girls very cleverly threw a lasso over both Chikatilo and Malchish-Kibalchish and swaddled them, tying them up with ropes.
  The main German, Frida, exclaimed:
  - We caught the spies! What sweet boys!
  The German's girlfriend Gentel noted:
  - We'll take them to the torture room now and interrogate them there!
  And the girls dragged the boys. The children looked no older than eleven and were thin, so they were easy to carry.
  Andreyka asked in confusion:
  - Are they going to torture us now?
  Malchish-Kibalchish nodded:
  "I've been tortured before! It's especially painful when they give me electric shocks. And then there's the heat on my heels, which isn't exactly pleasant either!"
  Chikatilo replied with a sigh:
  "I certainly deserved to be put through the Gestapo's torture mill. I did such things in my previous life."
  The boys were dragged into the bunker. It smelled of dampness and chlorine.
  And tall, beautiful girls carried them on their shoulders. Andreyka even thought it was so cool.
  But then they were carried into the torture chamber. It was hot in there. The red-haired woman, the executioner, was topless and wearing jeans. There were also some boy helpers. As they say, this was a special room where children were interrogated. And the rules here had to be strict. After all, a child could die under torture.
  The boys were completely stripped naked by the executioners' assistants and secured in special cast-steel chairs, their bare, childish feet forced into clamps. A painful interrogation was about to begin.
  A tape recorder was turned on, intended to record all the confessions they would extract from the boy scouts. There were also a couple of other girls there, also half-naked, it was so hot - they were warming themselves on electric stoves, with pliers, drills, and various torture devices.
  The red-haired executioner girl said in Russian:
  - Well, boys, are you going to talk or will I break your fingers?
  Malchish-Kibalchish exclaimed:
  - I won't tell you anything!
  Andreyka shouted:
  - Death to Hitler!
  A bare-chested, muscular boy, apparently about fourteen, struck Chakotil on the child's bare sole with a rubber truncheon. Andreyka screamed.
  The redhead noticed:
  - Don't rush! We'll give them a good scrubbing. But for now, let's start with the most harmless thing - tickling!
  The executioner's assistant remarked:
  - That's too long! Better to put the brazier on your bare heels straight away, or even better, the current!
  The redhead giggled:
  - That's a good idea! But let's use ostrich feathers. And on the feet and under the arms.
  They began tickling the captive children. It was clear the young executioners had a lot of experience. They gently tickled them, both on the soles of their feet and under their arms.
  Andreyka and Kibalchish laughed. Then, unexpectedly, the red-haired executioner pulled a red-hot knitting needle from the electric stove and touched Andreyka's bare sole. The boy screamed, and a pair of blisters appeared on the blistered skin. Then she did the same to Kibalchish. It was obvious the boy was in pain, but he held back a scream, clenching his teeth.
  The red-haired woman nodded. The executioner boys each pulled out pieces of red-hot iron and placed them on the bare chests of the young time travelers. There was a burning smell. Andreyka roared, feeling like he was about to burst from the pain.
  Malchish-Kibalchish clenched his teeth and gnashed his teeth in a rage of hellish torment. But he managed to hold back a scream.
  The young executioners removed the iron from the child prisoners' chests. And sprinkled salt on the fresh blisters. How painful it was. Even Kibalchish groaned through his teeth, and Andreyka actually cried. This was real. Such torture. But Chikatilo remembered what a maniac he had been. And how he had killed children, which meant he undoubtedly deserved this torture. And he screamed:
  - I still won't tell!
  The torture continued. This time, pieces of red-hot steel were applied to the boys' bare soles. And the pain was excruciating.
  Andreyka howled and screamed. And Kibalchish screamed. There was a strong smell of burning, like roasting lamb. The German executioners were at work.
  The red-haired woman picked up the pliers, which were also red-hot, and began breaking Andreyka's toes, starting with his little toe. And she did it professionally. Andreyka was choking with pain. He wanted to experience such a shock that he would pass out, but consciousness wouldn't leave him. So all that remained was intense pain. It flooded his consciousness, but it wouldn't let him fade.
  But both boys just roared:
  - Ugh, I won't tell! Ah, I won't tell! Oh, I won't tell!
  The red-haired woman ordered:
  - Now the current! Let's increase the power!
  And the executioner boys began to take out wires with electrodes, placing them on the most sensitive spots. They also sprinkled salt on the burnt feet. To make it more painful. That was the kind of interrogation this was.
  Despite all his suffering, Andreyka felt a certain solace. After all, with his suffering, he was atoning for his guilt before both people and God. After all, killing and raping children is a serious crime.
  When Hitler's executioners sent electric shocks through the children's bodies, it was truly monstrously painful. But the young boys, though they screamed, were more of a curse on fascism and the Third Reich.
  Even when they attached electrodes to his male perfection, and how monstrously it hit. And just hellish pain.
  Andreyka and Malchish-Kibalchish shuddered as the hellish discharges coursed through them. It was monstrously painful. Even the children's skin smoked and blistered, and foam came out of their mouths.
  But the boys shouted:
  - Death to Hitler's executioners! Glory to the USSR!
  Then the executioner's assistants, on the red-haired woman's orders, set Andreyka and Kibalchish's hair on fire. And it actually caught fire. And this was a new, savage pain, surpassing everything before. Furthermore, the red-haired executioner broke all the toes on the bare feet of the children captured by the Nazis. Breaking the big toe was especially difficult, and even a stronger boy helped her.
  But even this did not make Andreyka and Kibalchish ask for mercy.
  On the contrary, they only cursed the bald Fuhrer!
  Meanwhile, while the boys were being tortured, fighting continued at the front. The Germans had a rather powerful jet fighter, the ME-163. It was small, without a tail or fuselage, and very difficult to hit. And its flight time had increased to half an hour, allowing it to be used effectively even in coal dust.
  These are the problems facing Soviet aviation. The Nazis hold the initiative, but are currently on the defensive.
  And another piece of news: the T-54's production launch is delayed, so for now the Germans have time to defend themselves. And they're strong.
  And the latest weapons. Japan is holding its own in the Pacific. The USSR doesn't have Ice Lease.
  The Third Reich also finally put the E-5 into production, a single-crew vehicle armed with a machine gun. The Germans plan to equip it with a thousand-horsepower gas turbine engine. Imagine its speed. However, the tracks can't handle it and the rollers are slipping.
  Yes, there are all sorts of inventions.
  Stalin noted:
  - Isn't it time to propose freezing the conflict?
  Zhukov objected:
  - Freezing the conflict is tantamount to defeat!
  Vasilevsky noted:
  "It's impossible to win the technology race against the Nazis with Europe's scientific and economic potential! We must fight to the finish!"
  Beria nodded:
  - Yes, great leader! The people will think we've lost! And a riot is inevitable!
  Zhdanov noted:
  - Let's make a T-54 and IS-7 tank and seize the initiative!
  Voznesensky confirmed:
  - We will beat the enemy to the end!
  Stalin agreed with this:
  - Let's fight to the end, let's make our hearts beat in unison!
  CHAPTER No 21.
  Hitler, too, participated in various missions as a boy. But what should he do now, if the magical artifact is given only to the pure of heart? And how pure can he be, with so much blood on his back? It's no wonder he's considered history's greatest murderer. Incidentally, another fellow Emperor of Japan, Hirohito, was whitewashed by the Americans, claiming he wanted peace, but militaristic generals forced him into evil.
  Although Hirohito was considered a god in Japan, Hitler, as they say, was the main villain. And this title is difficult to dispute or surpass.
  The partisan girl asked:
  - I see your childish face has darkened. Does that mean you have some sins?
  The boy-Fuhrer nodded:
  - Oh, you can"t imagine how many!
  Alice nodded to the butterfly:
  - Well, since the boy can"t, then I"ll take the sword!
  The beautiful insect objected:
  "The sword-kladenets should be wielded by a member of the stronger sex! So..."
  Hitler asked:
  - Can the heart be cleansed from sin?
  The butterfly replied:
  - And what sins could a child possibly have? Did he skip school or pull a girl's pigtail?
  The boy-Fuhrer answered honestly:
  "I only look like a child. But in my past life, I was very much an adult. And I did such things that it's better not to remember! So many years have passed, and people still curse and remember!"
  Alice giggled and asked:
  - Really? Were you Goering in your past life?
  Hitler replied with a sigh:
  - No! Even worse!
  The butterfly shook its wings and replied:
  If you've read the Bible carefully, I think you understand that the Almighty God is by no means a pacifist. Even Jesus said, "I brought not peace to Earth, but a sword!"
  The boy-Fuhrer nodded:
  - Yes, that happened! But there are different kinds of wars. There are knightly wars, and there are wars of annihilation, and no rules!
  
  Alice chirped in response:
  Star fighter, blow your horn,
  Your land is far away in deceptive glory...
  The flame of battle trembles between the lines,
  In a one-sided game without rules!
  The butterfly replied with a sweet smile:
  - And it is possible to cleanse yourself of the dirt and pain in your soul and heart! And I know how to do it!
  The boy-Fuhrer asked with timid hope:
  - And how can this be achieved?
  Alice remarked with a sweet look:
  - The grace of the Almighty and Jesus crucified on the cross overshadows any sin!
  The butterfly shook its wings and replied:
  - Let's do it this way... I'll test you! Let's see what kind of heart you really have, boy!
  And she shook her wings. The landscape around her suddenly changed.
  The boy-Führer found himself in the desert. The sun blazed mercilessly. The child's bare feet stepped onto the scorching sand. The boy gasped. Even though his feet were rough from walking barefoot for so long, it still stung.
  Adolf walked, trying to walk faster so as not to burn the child"s calloused soles so much.
  Now he is just a boy of eleven or twelve years old, thin and sinewy, in an endless ocean of sand.
  Hitler tried to calm down. He remembered someone pointing out the Führer's main mistake-the attack on the USSR in 1941. Indeed, that was a war on two fronts, with a significant underestimation of Soviet Russia's capabilities. The command-planned economy and strict totalitarian regime made it possible to mobilize enormous resources. The Soviet system wasn't weak, but rather its strength. And it was a more formidable country than Tsarist Russia.
  To fight her, it was necessary to obtain the resources of the British colonies, and of course also the French, Belgian, and Dutch. The latter, too, are impossible until Britain is defeated, or at least pacified. So, attacking the USSR is a gamble.
  True, Hitler was concerned that Stalin might stab him in the back during the landings in Britain. Specifically, Stalin had annexed Moldova and part of Bukovina, which raised concerns about Romanian oil supplies. Furthermore, Hitler was offended by Stalin's reluctance to meet him in person. This was truly a blow to his pride. It was as if the leader of the USSR was disdaining to meet with the German Führer.
  And Molotov, egged on by his Jewish wife, Zhemchuzhina, behaved provocatively during his trip to Berlin. So it's not all that simple.
  One might also recall the Icebreaker tetralogy, where Suvorov-Rezun described Stalin preparing an attack on the Third Reich. This seems plausible and entirely logical.
  True, despite its apparent logic, Suvorov's Icebreaker contains many holes, inaccuracies, and obvious distortions. Stalin's extreme caution in foreign policy should also be kept in mind. For example, he didn't hate Tito, but he never attacked Yugoslavia. Although that wasn't the Third Reich, which conquered almost all of Europe in two months. Moreover, many Yugoslav generals, especially those of Serb descent, could have defected to the Soviet Red Army.
  And then there's the attack on the Third Reich. In 1941, Hitler had seven million two hundred thousand soldiers and officers in the Wehrmacht alone, and eight and a half million with other paramilitary forces. Stalin would hardly have dared to do that. Especially since the leader exercised restraint in foreign policy.
  Even with Finland, a country with a population of only three and a half million, he preferred to negotiate first. And he offered quite favorable terms for territorial exchange, allowing the Finns to even expand their territory.
  So Stalin is certainly a tyrant, but not one who is particularly fond of attacking first.
  But if the Germans had continued the war with Britain, and the USSR had maintained friendly neutrality, the Third Reich might have succeeded. In particular, operations to seize Malta and Gibraltar had already been planned. And they would have been carried out without an Eastern Front. Africa and lands as far as India would have been captured. And then a landing in Britain would have followed, accompanied by massive bombing.
  And by conquering Britain, the Third Reich would have gained simply limitless resources. Then it would have been possible to attack the USSR. Japan would have even helped from the east.
  True, the USSR would have developed the formidable KV series of tanks, especially the KV-5, weighing over a hundred tons. And the KV-4 could have been even heavier. And how would tank development have gone in Germany? Work on Tiger tanks with an 88-millimeter gun had begun even before the invasion of the USSR, and even a prototype was built, albeit with armor thickness of fifty millimeters.
  To combat the Matilda, for example, a long-barreled gun was needed. Everyone seemed to understand this. And a long-barreled gun was made, but the T-4 tank was not re-equipped with it. Moreover, military experts managed to convince Hitler they didn't need it. But then, when the Führer became fascinated with tank designs over a hundred tons, he no longer wanted to listen to the experts.
  And in vain. The Maus was unsuitable for real warfare, despite satisfactory test results. While the Tiger II, weighing sixty-eight tons, was constantly breaking down, and so was the Panther, the Maus, weighing one hundred and eighty-eight tons, was a nightmare.
  You won't be able to tow it away from the battlefield, the bridges won't hold it, it will sink in the mud, and it will break down more than it will suffer from hits.
  And it"s huge - easy to destroy with aircraft and can"t be camouflaged in any way.
  There were nine Maus prototypes in total - that's how many resources were spent on them.
  The German designers' best designs were the E-10 and E-25, but they never went into production. Of the mass-produced vehicles, the Harzer and Jagdpanther are perhaps the best. Had the Jagdpanther been produced instead of the Tiger-2, it would probably have been more effective.
  The boy-Führer walked through the desert, his mind racing with thoughts. He'd done a lot to hasten the defeat of the Third Reich. Unwittingly, of course. So many resources had been spent, for example, on missiles, especially the V-2 ballistic missiles. Yes, neither the British nor the Americans could shoot down such a missile, but its poor accuracy made it of little use for firing at military targets.
  And it carried only eight hundred kilograms of explosives, yet cost as much as four Panther tanks. It was an irrational contraption. Just like the V-1 cruise missile, although it was cheaper, it was easier to shoot down.
  In total, under Hitler, approximately twenty thousand V-1s and about five and a half thousand V-2 rockets were produced.
  Just imagine how much could have been done with the wasted money of planes and tanks.
  On the other hand, Hitler thought it might be for the best. Otherwise, the Americans would have dropped an atomic bomb on Berlin if the war had dragged on too long. And it would have been even worse. But after the war, Germany was rebuilt, and then it was reunited.
  And what would have happened if the war had dragged on for too long would have been even worse.
  Boy Hitler began to feel increasingly thirsty. He was in the desert, and he was hungry. And that was truly cruel.
  Then Adolf knelt down and began to pray. He also prayed to Jesus and the Virgin Mary.
  Afterwards, the boy-Führer stood up and moved on. He tried to push away the disturbing thoughts. Dying a second time isn't scary, though. After all, to get to Hell-Purgatory, you have to die. Now that's truly brutal, wandering through the desert.
  Hitler thought that perhaps this was the ritual of purification, to make someone suffer. And he felt ashamed. How many people had suffered because of him. Yes, many repented, but that was no excuse. The boy-Führer had committed suicide. It wouldn't have worked out with him like with Hirohito. It was better than falling into the clutches of the NKVD.
  Suddenly something flashed ahead.
  Hitler gathered his strength and moved on. And indeed, a vessel appeared before him. A silver one, with a seal.
  The boy-Fuhrer noted:
  - It would be good if there was water in it. I'm simply dying of thirst.
  And Adolf uncorked the vessel. And immediately dropped it, thick, black smoke pouring out.
  The boy even jumped back. And then a huge blue silhouette appeared.
  And a thunderous laughter was heard:
  - What a little bugger! But damn, it looks like you saved me!
  Boy Hitler spread his hands:
  - It just happened that way!
  The genie exclaimed:
  - I can grant you any wish! But only one! So...
  Adolf said with enthusiasm:
  - Make it so that in my past life I would have become an artist and not been involved in politics!
  The genie looked at the Fuhrer and laughed:
  - That's what you want, Adik! But I don't correct the mistakes of the past! What's happened is already done and can't be undone! Ask for whatever you can now. If you want, I'll destroy the city, or build a palace that reaches to the sky. If you want, I'll give you a thousand beautiful concubines, or make you a sultan. Or if you want a mountain of gold, or the death of all your enemies. I can do anything, within reason, of course!
  The boy-Fuhrer muttered:
  - Then turn this and other deserts on this planet into a blooming garden!
  The genie laughed and replied:
  - I hear and obey!
  And he clapped his paws. The boy-Führer was shaken soundly. And indeed, miracles began to happen. Grass hid the sand, and tall trees began to grow. They resembled palms and vines. It looked quite beautiful. And the trees rose high, and on them grew bright and luxurious flower buds.
  The boy-Fuhrer knelt down and said:
  - Glory to the Almighty God, the Merciful and Compassionate!
  And now the jungle stretched out before him. Hitler prayed with fervor and great enthusiasm. It was truly remarkable, and beautiful. The child, considered by many to be the greatest murderer of all time, was kneeling, his childish soles, with their rounded, bare heels, visible.
  The boy-Führer spent some time in prayer. But thirst prompted her to get up and look for a stream.
  Hitler walked barefoot on the grass and sang:
  I see the edges of the
  spring streams have been washed away...
  There is an exit from the rut there,
  Salvation!
  And then the boy heard the babbling of a stream. He quickened his pace. Indeed, the water was flowing, quite cool and clear.
  The boy-Fuhrer chirped:
  -Water, water! Cold water that suddenly spilled from the bucket!
  And then he saw a girl, about seven or eight years old. She was wearing a white tunic and dipped her feet in the clear water. A sweet little girl, like a lamb, with golden hair.
  Hitler said with a smile:
  I know my dear that without you I will feel bad,
  And no one will ease my suffering...
  But believe me, never a child of vice,
  He will not love the immaculate creation!
  In response to the humorous song, the girl stretched her lips into a smile and waved her hand in response.
  But suddenly a tentacle leaped out of the water and grabbed the girl by her small, bare foot.
  Hitler screamed and grabbed a flat stone. The boy leaped deftly and struck the tentacle with its sharp edge. The force of the blow, with the child's speed and mass, snapped the tentacle. The girl, freed, took off and tore.
  Her bare, round, pink heels sparkled.
  The boy-Führer rushed after her. Another tentacle tried to grab his leg, but he managed to slip away. And they fled from the stream.
  The girl glanced back a couple of times and then stopped. The boy-Führer stopped next to her. The little beauty asked:
  - Who are you?
  Hitler replied:
  - I am a miserable sinner, unworthy of the Grace of the Most High!
  The girl objected:
  - No, you're a brave boy! You weren't afraid to take on a river squid.
  The boy-Fuhrer replied:
  - I couldn"t let a monster carry off a beauty like you!
  The girl said with a sigh:
  "I'm just a little slave. Mistress sent me into the jungle to find a couple of river pearls. But it's very difficult. And now they'll probably beat me on the soles of my feet with a switch. And that hurts a lot!"
  Hitler suggested:
  - Let's look for freshwater pearls together. Agree, that would be a good idea.
  The girl remarked with a sigh:
  "You've angered the river squid. We need to make a detour and look for another stream."
  The boy-Fuhrer agreed:
  - That's a sound idea! There's nothing to argue with!
  And the children splashed their little, tanned feet, with their calloused soles, across the green and orange grass. They were in a cheerful mood and wanted to sing.
  The boy-Fuhrer wanted to pick up something that would touch his soul. And so he went and sang:
  The color of roses is bright blue,
  And sometimes it blooms like ruby...
  To my sweet, dear girl,
  I will show up with a giant bouquet!
  
  Yes, it can be hard to pick them,
  To make a wreath of roses, so fragrant...
  I will write down the verb of love in a notebook,
  So that the storm clouds don't cover you!
  
  O girl of great dreams,
  You appeared to the boy in his vivid dreams...
  Such unearthly beauty,
  Why is the pillow covered in bitter tears?
  
  We won't let trouble in, I believe on the threshold,
  Let the rose not fade in the lush May...
  For God exalts those who love,
  Let's not be sad with the girl!
  
  Will give a kiss at dawn,
  And the nightingale sings to the young heart...
  I tell my beloved - don"t spoil me,
  Open the door wider with grace!
  
  I believe we will be together forever,
  And youth will last forever..
  Let our beauty be eternal,
  And the thoughts are kind and humane!
  
  Here I"ll finish singing you a beautiful verse,
  So that the soul may blossom in languor...
  We will be together for millions of years,
  Believe me, love is stronger than metal!
  
  But above all in my heart is Jesus,
  I adore him beyond all knowledge...
  He gave salvation, boundless taste,
  And the work of God is light and creation!
  To do good is my calling!
  There they were, together with the girl, at a stream. The water here was also clear and shimmering. Despite the jungle heat, it was cool and left an unusually fresh taste in the mouth.
  The boy-Fuhrer carefully lowered his hands to the bottom and began searching for the pearl. The girl followed him. The children began searching for the pearl by touch.
  Hitler noted that it takes a special kind of magnanimity to give a chance to those seemingly hopeless. It should be noted, however, that the Führer disliked torturing and tormenting people. He did not visit death camps, did not watch the chronicles of extermination, and generally tried to protect himself from violence.
  At the same time, the Führer had a good memory. In particular, he remembered the calibers of guns from all countries in the world, at least the major ones.
  And brands of weapons, and tanks, and planes, and much more.
  Hitler favored guns with high muzzle velocity. In this regard, German guns were quite good: accurate, rapid-fire, and with a flat trajectory.
  It's true that tanks with long barrels had problems, for example, in the forest.
  By the end of the war, Hitler also favored the military might of both tanks and aircraft. For example, the Focke-Wulf was the most powerful aircraft in terms of armament, with six cannons.
  And what's more, it could be used both as a bomber and as an attack aircraft. The TA-152 was particularly good-a very capable aircraft, although it was produced in relatively small quantities.
  Instead, the Germans gave preference to jet aircraft.
  Maybe that was also a mistake.
  The boy Fuhrer felt the slippery stone with his hand and pulled it out.
  And he exclaimed joyfully:
  - Pearl!
  The girl in the tunic squeaked:
  - Thank God! We finally found it!
  And she began searching even more vigorously. And luck smiled upon her: a second pearl appeared.
  After which the girl sensibly remarked:
  - Enough! Enough of good things!
  Hitler asked in surprise:
  - Why is it enough? Maybe we'll find something else, and the lady will give you something!
  The girl objected:
  - It's not worth it. She'll then demand that you bring more pearls every day, and if you don't have them, she'll beat you mercilessly!
  The boy-Fuhrer remarked:
  - What a mean lady you have!
  The girl in the tunic nodded:
  - You don't say anything! She's really mean!
  Hitler suggested:
  - So let's run away from her together!
  The girl smiled and remarked:
  "It's not hard to escape, but where to? The forest isn't all that peaceful either. There may not be any predatory animals here, but there certainly are in other places!"
  The boy-Fuhrer nodded and sang:
  I'm friends with the bear,
  I'm on the bear, my friends...
  I will go out without fear!
  If I am with a friend,
  If I am with a friend,
  And the bear is without a friend!
  The girl looked at the Fuhrer and noted:
  - You're witty! And I must say, brave! Well, let's try to escape! But where are we going!?
  The boy-Fuhrer replied:
  - Where shall we go? Well, I'm thinking straight ahead!
  The girl asked in confusion:
  - And where will we end up?
  Hitler responded logically:
  - We'll get somewhere! The main thing is to keep going straight and not turn off!
  And the children joined hands and set off through the jungle. Their mood was no longer gloomy. On the contrary, it became more cheerful.
  Especially for a girl who has a new perspective.
  And the children started singing:
  Nature has hidden many secrets from us,
  We don"t know what to do, guys...
  But they said to God: give us knowledge,
  Because we need to become adults!
  
  The Almighty answered: look for friends,
  Find the key to the mysteries on the planet...
  And be with the gods - you are one family,
  At least in our minds we are eternal children!
  
  And so Gagarin opened the doors to space,
  We fly faster than birds...
  You were a man, and now you are a cherub,
  Believe me, we have something to be proud of!
  
  We grow big watermelons on Mars,
  And rivers flow across Venus...
  With love we conquer the world of blue stars,
  He won't be able to succumb to the chimera!
  
  Mercury is now like a brother to us guys,
  And in every stone there is hope...
  A fighter with a laser machine gun on his chest,
  So that there will be no more of those terrible wars of the past!
  
  I believe that things will be good now,
  The whole world will become happy at once...
  And the oar cuts through the surface of space,
  And people are like brothers, united!
  
  Believe me, the Fatherland will not be in smoke,
  Science will not let people collapse...
  And I believe we will fulfill the sacred dream -
  Diamond shoes for the peasant woman!
  
  Then we will reach the edge of the universe,
  And science will raise the dead...
  Wrinkles, diseases, we will erase, playing,
  Progress is an immortal name!
  A good song, so to speak, that makes you happy and want to dance and jump up and down.
  And the weather was nice, sunny. Although it's always sunny in Hell-Purgatory. Maybe you even wanted to hide in the shade in such a sunny spot. And there's plenty of shade in the jungle. The Führer even remembered the Tarzan movie he'd watched in a past life. He even thought about maybe turning into a boy's flesh and transferring his mind there. To run around, just like that, barefoot and in shorts-that would be great. And now his dream has come true, and he's a barefoot child, like Tarzan's son. And the boy feels good and happy.
  Hitler was always drawn to goodness and light, and he did not want to be the boss, let alone the villain.
  But that's just how it happened. When higher powers directed you down a difficult and challenging path. And it turned out to be anything but healthy.
  Hitler asked the girl:
  - Are there any other populated areas here?
  The child answered with a smile:
  - Yes, there are! Only they can be even more dangerous!
  The boy-Fuhrer nodded:
  - I understand! They might take us for runaway slaves! Well, maybe I'll try to find a place for myself in the sun.
  The girl was about to say something when suddenly a huge cobra appeared in front of the children. It was yellow and covered in brown spots.
  Opening her hood, she croaked in a completely human language:
  - You have entered my territory, and one of you must die!
  The boy-Fuhrer stepped forward and answered:
  - Then let me die!
  The cobra grinned and replied:
  - Boy? But you're a bit skinny, and a girl's meat is more tender! Perhaps I'll let you live and make you my slave! And I'll eat her!
  The girl shuddered and squeaked:
  - You can kill me, Ms. Cobra, but don"t eat my meat!
  The cobra snapped and hissed:
  - And why is that?
  The young slave girl in the tunic replied:
  - Because in this case my soul will not go to heaven!
  The menacing reptile growled:
  - And she won't get there anyway! Because you're a runaway and disobedient slave! And I'll definitely eat you!
  The boy-Fuhrer objected:
  "And in fairy tales, before eating them, learned cobras ask riddles! And if their victims answer three riddles, they're released!"
  The cobra growled and remarked:
  - Are you really that smart? Were you an adult in a past life? There's something special about your eyes!
  Hitler nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, I was! And perhaps even too grown up!
  The cobra hissed and said:
  - Okay then! I'll try to ask you three riddles! But know this: if you don't answer even one of them, I'll eat you both!
  The boy-Fuhrer remarked with a smile:
  - Human meat is harmful! It can cause a severe allergic reaction!
  The cobra hissed and growled:
  - Stop being smart! Answer this question instead! Why and from what do wolves howl at the moon?
  Hitler chuckled and remarked:
  - This is some kind of childish riddle!
  The cobra grunted, puffing out its hood:
  - But you're in a child's body too! Come on! I'll eat you alive, and it'll be really painful and disgusting!
  The boy-Fuhrer answered confidently:
  - Wolves howl at the moon, from the Earth, why, through the air!
  The cobra hissed aggressively and muttered:
  - Well, you're something else! You guessed it right! Then the second question: Why did Judas betray Jesus Christ?
  The boy-Fuhrer's forehead tightened. He ran his bare foot across the grass, pressing on the bump, and replied:
  - Judas betrayed Jesus Christ for thirty pieces of silver!
  The predatory reptile puffed up its hood and hissed again:
  - And you've guessed right for the second time! I see you're strong! However, the third question will be beyond your power!
  Hitler replied with a sigh:
  - Everything is God's will! And I am a great sinner!
  The cobra hissed aggressively and said:
  - What does the All-Knowing, Almighty, Omniscient God not know!
  The boy-Führer tensed. A question that could truly stump anyone, even Hitler, who had been quite educated and well-read in his previous life. The cobra, seeing the child's silence, opened its jaws, its hood already flared, ready to bite.
  The boy-Fuhrer, feeling a surge of inspiration, replied:
  - The all-knowing God doesn't know a question he can't answer! But it's poisonous!
  Smoke began to pour out of the cobra , first from its mouth, then from other openings of its body, and it began to burn before our eyes, turning into a handful of ash.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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