Рыбаченко Олег Павлович
Stalin, Putin and December Snow

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    It's the last month of 1950. Stalin and Putin rule the USSR, which is recovering from the war, children are being born, cities and factories are being built. There are many beautiful, slender girls. The series' various storylines continue to tell fantastic and incredible adventures.
  Stalin, Putin and December Snow
  ANNOTATION
  It's the last month of 1950. Stalin and Putin rule the USSR, which is recovering from the war, children are being born, cities and factories are being built. There are many beautiful, slender girls. The series' various storylines continue to tell fantastic and incredible adventures.
  CHAPTER No 1.
  Finally, wet snow began to fall. Winter had clearly lingered this year. And that, of course, wasn't exactly uplifting.
  Meanwhile, Stalin and Putin were shown the new Soviet self-propelled gun. On TV, of course. But overall, it's a decent machine, albeit imperfect.
  Two crew members were positioned prone, manning the cannon and three machine guns. Overall, the vehicle featured a low silhouette and highly sloped armor.
  Beautiful girls in bikinis tested this self-propelled gun. They stomped barefoot through the wet snow, leaving graceful and quite seductive footprints. Then they climbed into the self-propelled gun. It contained the first Soviet gas turbine engine. Let's face it, Stalin and Putin knew it; his technology was stolen from the Nazis. However, try competing with the Third Reich when practically the entire world worked for them.
  But the self-propelled gun turned out to be quite good even by the standards of the twenty-first century.
  Stalin-Putin said:
  - Reward the designer!
  The vehicle weighs only twelve tons, which, coupled with its gas turbine engine, made it quite agile. And the 100-millimeter frontal armor is steeply sloped, making it difficult to penetrate.
  And the 800-horsepower engine is decent. So the first prototype, realized in metal, is good. But it was largely copied from German models.
  Then the Young Pioneers marched. The boys and girls wore neat white shirts, red ties, shorts and short skirts, and were barefoot. They stomped energetically, leaving graceful, childlike footprints in the wet snow.
  And the pioneers sang with enthusiasm:
  The candle stub burns,
  A distant battle thunders.
  Pour me a glass, my friend,
  On our front line.
  Pour me a glass, my friend,
  On our front line.
  Without wasting time,
  Let's talk to you.
  Without wasting time,
  In a friendly and simple way
  Let's talk to you.
  
  We haven't been home for a long time,
  The native spruce is blooming,
  It's like a fairy tale
  Beyond the ends of the earth.
  It's like a fairy tale
  Beyond the ends of the earth.
  It has new needles,
  Honey on her.
  It has new needles,
  And all the cones are spruce,
  Honey on her.
  
  Where the trees fall,
  Where the Christmas trees stand,
  What year is the beauty?
  They are walking without the kids.
  Why do they need early dawns?
  When the guys are at war,
  In Germany, in Germany,
  In a distant land!
  Fly, soldier's dream,
  To the most affectionate girl,
  To remember me!
  
  The candle stub burns,
  A distant battle thunders.
  Pour me a glass, my friend.
  Along our front line!
  Not exactly a song for the steppe. Stalin-Putin thought Oleg Rybachenko might be a better writer. But a bad beginning makes a bad beginning.
  Then there was a conversation with Beria. The Minister of Internal Affairs reported that classified work on the atomic bomb was continuing. But it was all being done extremely secretly, so the Nazis wouldn't get wind of it.
  Otherwise there will be a disaster.
  Stalin and Putin were displeased. And the atomic bomb wasn't everything. Hitler could have sacrificed a couple of cities and crushed the USSR.
  And there aren't tens of thousands of aircraft, including jet fighters. And there's still too much work to do on ballistic missiles. In real history, the USSR only developed ballistic missiles in 1955. And here the country is weakened by a war effectively lost to the Nazis, and has lost a significant portion of its territory. And there are no captured German designers on hand.
  Stalin-Putin recalled a past life. There was a discussion about superweapons. Couldn't they make a thermoquark bomb? And is it true that it's two million times more powerful than a thermonuclear bomb?
  Scientists have claimed that two free quarks can fuse into a nucleon, releasing energy eighteen thousand times greater than the fusion of five hydrogen nuclei in a thermonuclear reaction. But try getting free quarks. That would require more energy than... Well, it's all clear.
  If only we could find a source of free quarks somewhere near Earth, then we could theoretically build a thermoquark bomb. And even then, try to contain all those free quarks in one place.
  So, a thermoquark bomb is just science fiction. Like a thermopreon bomb, it's theoretically four trillion times more powerful than a thermonuclear bomb.
  Antimatter is also quite explosive. One gram of antimatter, when annihilated, is equivalent to three atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima.
  But antimatter is also very difficult to obtain. The polarity of the electron clouds' charge must be reversed. And most importantly, how can sufficient quantities of antimatter be accumulated and transported? It's still possible to obtain it, albeit very expensively, in tiny quantities, but try accumulating it.
  And does Russia really need these super-bombs? Hydrogen is already sufficient.
  For intimidation and deterrence, certainly. But wars of conquest require strong ground forces. The war with Ukraine showed that the Russian army isn't quite as strong as they thought, and that its weaponry isn't all that advanced. But that's just the way it turned out.
  But conventional armed forces are extremely important. And it won't be easy for him now, fighting the entire world.
  How about creating some kind of superweapon? Like an annihilation beam? That would be awesome!
  Stalin-Putin remembered how he read "The Hyperboloid of Engineer Garin" as a child.
  Back then, laser beams capable of cutting through even naval battleships made a big impression. In reality, such a powerful laser has never been created, even in the twenty-first century. Although attempts to create beam weapons had been made for a long time. In Tsarist Russia, as early as 1903, the first laser gun was designed. But it didn't work, and in general, it's on the level of Leonardo da Vinci's inventions, which looked interesting but didn't work in practice.
  A laser so effective, capable of cutting through even tanks, has yet to be created. A more precise installation could be built, but it wouldn't be cost-effective. Similarly, producing a single gram of antimatter would cost billions of dollars. And try to contain it. Special fields are needed.
  And they tried to create a force field in Russia. There were various projects even before World War II. But nothing practical has been created yet.
  Stalin-Putin cursed:
  - What damn theorists! It looked good on paper, but they forgot about the ravines!
  In short, lasers and force fields could have been a weapon of victory, but even in the twenty-first century, such a weapon hasn't been created. So what will happen now?
  Theoretical lasers could run on plutonium. And that would be far more practical and better. But in reality, it had to be done.
  Although not quite in that direction...
  Stalin-Putin sighed. Meanwhile, the Pioneers marched again, leaving behind the graceful, bare footprints of children's feet.
  Afterwards, one of the boys showed off one of the world's first drones. Drones became widespread during the war with Ukraine.
  But all this required extensive development of electronics. And that's not yet the case. A drone might be capable of knocking out a tank at close range, though hunting infantry with drones in the twentieth century is far from practical. Drones are still too expensive at this time, and their targeting accuracy leaves much to be desired.
  A boy of about thirteen, wearing shorts and barefoot, but a white shirt and tie, was controlling a drone using a device with buttons. Why a pioneer without shoes? It's not freezing yet, and children's brains work better with bare soles.
  Stalin-Putin roared:
  - It's a pleasure, brothers, it's a pleasure to live together! We'll be able to kill Adolf like a kitten!
  One idea that could be developed into a weapon in the twenty-first century was to catch antimatter. It's theoretically possible, but how would it be achieved in practice? You wouldn't run around with a net or even a powerful gravitational magnetic device that attracts negatively charged matter. That would really look ridiculous.
  Girls in bikinis ran by. They, too, left graceful barefoot footprints in the snow.
  Stalin-Putin really enjoyed looking at girls in various states of undress. It really is a miracle in a way. And how beautiful it is against the white snow, with their dark, tanned skin and light hair. Wonderful girls. And their voices are quite resonant.
  Stalin-Putin admires. He's behind bulletproof glass and warm. And the girls are almost naked and barefoot. And they have to move vigorously to stay warm.
  Stalin-Putin noted:
  - This is lovely!
  And I thought, watching the mesmerizing dance. What would have happened if, in real history, Stalin had attacked Nazi Germany at the end of May 1940, when its troops were advancing on France? In that case, Hitler had only five divisions in Poland, and the Red Army would have reached Berlin in two weeks. And then, perhaps, such enormous casualties could have been avoided.
  Stalin-Putin growled:
  - And it"s easier to bite your elbow,
  Than a chance to get it again!
  The drone really isn't perfect yet; it just died. But a bad start is a good one-it's time to start searching for design solutions. Of course, tanks are needed.
  And Stalin-Putin sang:
  The most powerful tank in the world,
  There will be those thirty-four...
  We will get the result,
  And we'll soak them all in the toilet!
  Yes, that was his signature phrase. Many, by the way, were surprised that Russia fell for such a boor. But then, Germany fell for Hitler, too, and no one considered the Germans a stupid people.
  In today's world, Jews aren't exterminated en masse. They are robbed, their rights are stripped, they are considered second-class citizens, and they are forced to wear the yellow, six-pointed star, but they are not sent to death camps. And some of the wealthier and smarter ones have received the status of honorary Jews. And scientists from this nation work for the Third Reich.
  Indeed, Hitler took out his anger over his defeats on the Jews. And if everything is good now, why kill the goose that lays the golden eggs?
  They're building a lot in the Third Reich. They're already finishing the canal from the Caspian Sea to the Persian Gulf. And the Channel Tunnel is already built. You can travel directly from Berlin to London. And then there's the underground tunnel under Gibraltar.
  And it will also be ready soon.
  So the empire is on the rise. While the Germans are busy reclaiming their conquests, they have plenty of work to do. There's hope that the Nazis, absorbed in digesting what already exists, will forget about the USSR, or what's left of it.
  Stalin and Putin thought it would take more than one generation of Germans to digest all this conquest. And then, in the future, the Third Reich would collapse. True, Hitler is trying to increase the number of Germans. In the Third Reich, an Aryan man is officially allowed to have four wives. Not even allowed, but required. Marriages with foreign women are encouraged in every way, but with white women, of course. Indian and Arab women are generally acceptable. But with blacks, not so much, and with yellows, except for the Japanese. The latter are considered the superior Asian nation.
  But all empires fell apart.
  Take, for example, the largest colonial empire in human history-the British Empire-and all that's left is the skeleton of the empire itself. And Scotland almost seceded.
  Stalin-Putin sang:
  I believe the whole world will pass by,
  We will become higher than the sun...
  Lenin will return in hearts,
  The Fuhrer will rot in the well!
  Cool things happened from here on out. Besides the drone the pioneer launched, they also showed surface-to-air missiles. They were guided by sound or heat. More precisely, one modification was heat-guided, the other by sound. But it still took time to increase the sensitivity of these weapons.
  In principle, surface-to-air missiles found practical application in the twenty-first century. But their guidance remains a major problem.
  Although Stalin-Putin quit smoking, he couldn't give up alcohol completely. So he drank some red wine. Afterward, he felt better and dozed off.
  He dreamed he was the emperor of a space empire. Like, really, in Palpatine's shoes. But without any nonsense. First of all, to prevent the unfinished Death Star from being destroyed, he ordered backup generators to be built elsewhere on the planet. And he also hid not just one legion, but several, in ambush.
  And that's the first thing. What about Luke Skywalker? He won't turn to the dark side.
  Stalin-Putin decided to proceed as follows. Let Darth Vader bring him. And everything will be like in that movie. Only he won't strike Luke Skywalker with Force lightning. Instead, he'll allow Darth Vader to be killed. But how? The Sith Emperor has an idea. What if he mixes in a powerful psychotropic drug that induces rage. And a wild, uncontrollable rage at that?
  And off it went...
  The voice resembled a mixture of the hiss of a viper and the wheeze of a dying donkey:
  - And now, Jedi spawn, you will die!
  A blond-haired youth in a leather jacket writhed desperately, engulfed in a fiery, sparking web. His black leather jacket smoked and melted, his thin lips blue and oozing blood. Lightning bolts of power coursed through him, causing excruciating pain, burning through every cell, every vein, causing the blood in his arteries and veins to boil and his aorta to burst from the embrace of the carnivorous heat.
  A withered little man, resembling a wrinkled mushroom, held long, light-green, scabby hands before him. From his strangely interlocked fingers, discharges erupted, much like electric arcs. But far brighter, more multicolored, his eyes were as blinding as welding, twisted and spreading like the wild shoots of tropical weeds.
  A blond boy was dying in a hellish web. A mushroom-like figure, with a head from which gills protruded, dressed in a black robe, grinned horribly. Long, sharper fangs than a vampire's protruded from his mouth, but the rest of his teeth looked crooked and unhealthy. This made the smile even more like the snarl of a vicious corpse, a great sinner escaped from hell. But at the moment, he was playing the role of the risen Devil.
  Another man, this one in a black suit, covered by a terrifying, ebony-like mask, watched the agony without breaking eye contact. His soul was hesitating. The lord's severed right arm, with wires protruding like cartilage from a torn-out nose, lay helplessly at his feet, while his remaining left arm convulsively clenched and unclenched.
  Here he takes an uncertain step towards the lightning-spewing, nasty old dead man....A little more and
  Suddenly, "Grandfather Zeus" stops firing. The bracelet on his wrist flashes red. An anxious voice beeps:
  - A rebel sabotage group blew up the generator that controlled the power supply to the Death Star's gravity plasma defense force field.
  The walking dead man said in a sepulchral, slightly trembling tone:
  - Turn on the backup generator - code 78-93-62... The rebels won't get the star.
  The two-meter tall man in the mask said uncertainly:
  - Lord Sidious...
  The Emperor of the Space Empire interrupted him:
  - I sensed a strong anger in you, Darth! Were you really ready to kill me?
  The armored man staggered back, breathing heavily. His voice beneath his mask, hissing like the desert wind of Seroko, said:
  - He is my son after all!
  Lord Sidious nodded in agreement:
  - And a very capable guy... At such a young age, he defeated you - cut off your hand!
  The Emperor of the space empire glanced at the glittering holograms depicting the space battle. The rebels had gathered almost their entire strike force, placing a gambler's bet-win or lose.
  But the Imperial fleet still has a significant numerical advantage, especially in battleships. Especially since most of the Rebels' larger starships have already been destroyed by fire from the Death Star.
  The Imperial ships are positioned in such a way as to prevent the attacking armada from escaping.
  The Emperor's trap has sprung. The Rebel fleet is trapped, melting away before our very eyes... A wide, green-blue beam from a thermoquark-pumped hyperlaser pierces the last Free Alliance battleship.
  It was as if a giant bottle of flammable liquid had shattered. The lightning flash engulfed a couple of hundred miles of space, shimmered and sparkled for a few seconds, and then died down.
  Lord Sidious cast a disdainful glance at the fallen youth. Luke's once smooth, hairless face was now covered in blisters, and he was gasping for breath, the air entering his charred lungs. The Force lightning unleashed by the Emperor was a terrifying weapon. It could pierce the strongest metal and shatter stone.
  The Emperor of the Space Empire growled:
  - Take this carrion and freeze it!
  A capsule popped out of the wall like a cork from a bottle. It resembled a two-colored pill with small, flexible, moving tentacles resembling a mechanical squid.
  The front of the capsule, like the mouth of a shark, parted, and a bluish sparkling light poured out.
  Quickly scooping up the charred, reddened, and in some places blackened Luke Skywalker, the tentacles, studded with liquid metal suckers, hurled him into the bowels of the medical capsule. The blue stream erupting from its mouth clouded over and turned a poisonous green.
  Then the man-made piranha's jaws closed and the medical capsule turned towards the freezing bay.
  The Emperor of the Space Empire, Darth Sidious, waved his hand and returned his gaze to the space battle. Significant rebel forces had already been decimated, and large starships had been destroyed...
  But the rebels still do not give up, they break through to the very shield of the "death star", trying to avoid its annihilation rays.
  But they are destroyed by stationary batteries and fire from Imperial cruisers, dense streams of annihilation particles from the battleships' enormous guns. Here, a destroyer of the rebel fleet, engulfed in multicolored flames, disintegrates in the vacuum. Two butterflies with proboscises like funny elephants kiss goodbye before they are engulfed in the inexorable fire of hissing, flesh-licking annihilation.
  The hyperplasma flame, rapidly expanding, engulfs and chars everything caught in its wake. Starships caught in such a cutter have no chance of escape... In any case, damaged rebel ships are caught in the systems of more plasma fire.
  The Sith Lord addresses his right hand, Darth Vader:
  "My trap worked... But we need to find out what happened on the Tauson plane. Did a small rebel force really manage to defeat a heavily armed Imperial regiment?"
  Stalin-Putin woke up to the touch of a beautiful Komsomol girl's hand. She really was very pretty. And this gorgeous beauty asked:
  - Are you feeling well, great one?
  Stalin-Putin muttered:
  "You interrupted my dream at the most interesting point. Perhaps you'd like a bamboo grove to walk across your bare heels?"
  The girl answered with a smile:
  "But, great one, your personal physician asked me to keep an eye on your health. Especially since sleeping in a chair is very harmful!"
  Stalin-Putin growled fiercely:
  - What's not harmful? And don't start a fuss. Better yet, answer: do you have a husband?
  The girl answered with a smile:
  - Not yet, oh great one!
  Stalin-Putin noted:
  - So don't cluck! Or you'll get a whip across your ribs and a stick across your heels! And maybe you'll even sing?
  The Komsomol member stamped her bare, chiseled feet and began to sing:
  The country of advice - you won't find anything better,
  In it, everyone is well-fed, there is enough work for everyone!
  Even though we are all no more than twenty,
  But we understand the many problems!
  
  Being a pioneer is not easy,
  You must be brave, you must be smart!
  Shoot at the target accurately, to hell with milk,
  A severe retribution awaits for a miss!
  
  When a fascist, waving an axe,
  Came to destroy my Russia!
  He wants to take possession of people with good,
  May tears water the Russian land!
  
  Then the young warrior took the slingshot at once,
  He understands that Hitler is a bastard!
  And even though there are many fascists, like a wave,
  We will kill them, God help us!
  
  The boy needs to get a machine gun,
  You will take it away from the enemy!
  Now let us erupt into a waterfall of death,
  Only relics will remain of these bastards!
  
  And for me the great Stalin is God,
  He gave hope for immortality!
  Our Lenin named it after himself,
  That city, the fortitude of souls, of course, believe!
  
  To be a pioneer means to live,
  Shoot the fascists accurately from ambush!
  And do not break the thread of fate-Pallas,
  At least the boys are happy to be able to fight!
  
  It won't become something dear to us,
  Comfort, peace and dreams until lunch!
  And the work that became my calling,
  You can't shift the work onto your neighbor!
  
  Wars and production are everything,
  Let's unite the Stalinadas into one!
  And so that a satisfying life comes,
  We must fight bravely for our Motherland!
  
  No one will force us to betray Rus',
  No torture, no promises of capital!
  My homeland is like a gentle mother to me,
  Although the horde tormented her so cruelly!
  
  Now the boy has a machine gun in his hands,
  He shoots from it, right in the forehead!
  In response, the enemy spews vile obscenities,
  And fall to the ground like a bean!
  
  Victory is close, fascism will be beaten,
  He cannot defeat what destroys!
  A happy holiday will come - communism,
  We will be better off than in the biblical paradise!
  Stalin-Putin nodded approvingly and stroked the girl"s chest, barely covered by a thin strip of fabric, and remarked:
  - And you have a good voice and content too! You know, I like it! And you'll get the Beethoven Order - the gilded one! And that will be wonderful!
  The girl smiled and remarked:
  - Yes, I believe it will be wonderful! And overall, I am delighted with you, Comrade Stalin!
  Stalin-Putin responded with a satisfied look:
  - Many people are delighted with me! And I think it's not without reason!
  The girl noticed:
  - When will we regain the territories lost during the war against fascism?
  Stalin-Putin replied with a sweet smile:
  - I think very soon!
  The girl spun around, how wonderfully beautiful she was.
  And the leader asked:
  - Bring me a basin of warm water and shampoo. I want to personally wash these wonderful, graceful legs. They are very seductive.
  The girl jumped up and answered:
  - You are wise, comrade Stalin!
  Two Komsomol girls, also very beautiful and barefoot despite the winter, brought a golden basin filled with warm water. A third girl also brought shampoo.
  Stalin-Putin asked the beauty:
  - What is your name?
  The girl answered with a sweet look:
  - I'm Praskovya!
  Stalin-Putin sat down and lowered the girl's bare, chiseled, tanned, flawless feet into a golden basin and began to wash them. And he liked it. How pleasant it was to touch the clean, smooth skin of a representative of the fair sex.
  And Stalin-Putin sang:
  Why did God create glorious women,
  So that men have a goal...
  Said Svarog, the mighty and prophetic,
  Learn the science of love!
  CHAPTER No 2.
  During the reign of Ivan the Terrible's son, Ivan V, Oleg Rybachenko conquered another part of Africa on the equator. He began building new fortresses there. And all the while, the boy didn't forget to write.
  Oleg remembered the names of his closest servants quite easily. Afterwards, he practiced fencing a little. He had some understanding of the sword, although the boy was more interested in martial arts. But he had some kendo, or stick fighting. At least, his fencing instructor noted:
  - You're not collected!
  Oleg-Karl suggested angrily:
  - So maybe we should try it with our fists?
  To this the teacher replied with a smile:
  - Fists only dishonor noble blood - the upper classes should fight with swords!
  The boy got angry and struck with such force in his next attack that he knocked the sword from the teacher's hand. He replied:
  "Wow, Your Highness, you're so incredibly strong! I didn't expect that, even though your technique..."
  Oleg winced and took off his luxurious shoe with precious stones, then the second one, and noted:
  - It will be more convenient!
  The Count who was watching this muttered:
  - Your Highness. It is not fitting for you to be barefoot like a commoner. You are the heir to the throne...
  Oleg-Karl growled:
  - It's not for you to tell me what to do!
  And the boy caught the gold coin with his bare toes and threw it so deftly that it landed under his knee, and the count lost his balance and fell onto the colorful marble tiles. It was truly funny.
  Then he stood up and hissed:
  - For this you deserve ten lashes with a whip, and a soft one at that!
  Oleg-Karl grinned, although he felt a little uncomfortable:
  - Do you think I'll be afraid of the rod!
  The Count muttered:
  - Bring the boy for a spanking!
  They brought in a boy, quite robustly built, though only about Oleg's height. Two servants secured him to a post, first exposing his back. A young woman in a red dress and scarlet gloves entered. Behind him, a boy, also wearing a red suit and boots, brought a bucket of water and some twigs.
  Oleg asked:
  - And why him?
  The Count replied with a grin:
  "For you, Your Highness! It's not right to flog the heir to the throne, so a boy of noble birth will bear the punishment for you. Incidentally, he's getting a good salary for it!"
  The boy's back was actually covered in stitched-up cane marks. He was strong, and his wounds healed like a dog's, but he was often spanked; Karl wasn't known for his gentle nature.
  The young woman took a whip out of the basket and struck him on the back with all her might, before asking:
  - With savings or not?
  The Count replied:
  - Without saving!
  The female executioner, her hair also fiery red, struck so hard that the skin on the boy's muscular back split. He gasped, but clenched his teeth to hold back his screams. The executioner struck again. The Count counted. The professional struck hard. Drops of blood sprayed.
  On the eighth stroke, the spanking boy couldn't take it anymore and began to scream. The red-haired woman smirked contentedly and licked her lips.
  Having finished beating, she ordered:
  - Rub his back with rum!
  The executioner's assistant uncorked the bottle hanging from his belt and poured it over the beaten child's cheeks. He screamed again. But then he fell silent and clenched his teeth. When the pain subsided a little, he rose, bowed, and headed for the exit.
  The Count noted:
  - He was in a lot of pain! And now, Your Majesty, maybe you can put on your shoes!
  Oleg-Karl noted:
  - But didn"t the saints walk barefoot?
  The Count educator grinned and replied:
  - These are saints, your highness... And you are the heir to the throne, and to the largest empire in the world.
  Portugal had not yet completely separated from Spain, and indeed the Castilian Empire included Latin America, India, Florida, and Texas, and even fought with France, attempting to expand into North America. This was a critical moment in history. Defeat in France would lead to Portugal's final separation, along with other losses that would mark the end of the vast Castilian Empire.
  Oleg was very reluctant to wear shoes. He loved running barefoot, even in the snow, and he practiced martial arts, which meant his feet could split logs and bricks.
  But she really is the heir to a great empire. And the king is ill...
  He had barely put on his shoes when the bell rang and the count announced:
  - And now you have classes with the Archbishop! I know it's not very pleasant, but you'll have to learn Latin and the history of the Roman Empire.
  Oleg-Karl was bored. He knew only a few dozen Latin expressions. What was the point of learning it in the twenty-first century? Oleg loved history, but in the twenty-first century, it was served up in films, while here...
  But nothing happens; I have to stomp my golden heels on the colored marble tiles and go into the next room.
  On the way, he came across Duke Malbarro and he blurted out to the heir:
  - Your father has lost his speech! Perhaps you will soon become king!
  Oleg-Karl muttered:
  - Well, that's great!
  The Duke remarked:
  - You are not yet an adult and you will need a strong and experienced first minister!
  Oleg-Karl nodded:
  - I will look at different candidates and choose a worthy one!
  And the boy prince entered the room with tables densely laden with stacks of expensive and very bulky books.
  A rather elderly man in the sultan invited the prince to sit and began reading something to him. Oleg heard French. Fortunately, he knew it well and responded to the best of his knowledge of history.
  The Archbishop noted:
  - Not bad, now Latin.
  The last part was the hardest. But somehow Oleg-Karl cleared away the rubble.
  Then there was English, which the time traveler knew very well.
  The archbishop was even surprised:
  - Your Highness, you speak it so fluently. It used to be so difficult.
  Oleg answered harshly:
  "I am the future king and emperor of both Indies. Of course, I must be fluent in the language of the English-our main enemies."
  The man in the cassock answered:
  "Your Excellency, that's true. But now the English are caught up in the Crowmel rebellion and are bogged down in civil war. This is our chance to regain our former power."
  Oleg-Karl noted:
  - To help King Charles I, so that the English could kill each other for as long as possible!
  The archbishop objected:
  "We're helping Cromwell now. Even if he defeats Charles, the rebels will end up fighting each other!"
  Oleg recalled a story. Unfortunately, the rebels in real history didn't fight each other, and Crowmel's regime grew stronger. And the Spanish, despite the Fronde raging in France, lost the war. Although Spain had a good chance of regaining its power at the time, when its main adversaries, Britain and France, were plunged into turmoil. But Spain lacked strong rulers and commanders at that time.
  Oleg thought that Charles III, King of Spain, would soon die. Then he would become the ruler of the largest empire to date. And the first priority was to prevent the French army led by Condé from defeating the Spanish. After this defeat, Portugal finally separated from Spain, and then the English and French recaptured part of Spain's territory in North America. Plus, there was a new boom in English privateering led by Morgan.
  The boy prince thought for a moment, and the archbishop remarked:
  - You are inattentive, Your Highness! You are dreaming about something!
  Oleg-Karl replied:
  - These are the times - the Fronde in France, Crowmel in Britain, we have every chance of becoming the dominant power again!
  The archbishop nodded:
  "You're right, Your Highness. But our empire has plenty of problems, too. In particular, terrible corruption!"
  Oleg-Karl growled:
  - Thieves and bribe-takers should be impaled or quartered!
  The man in the cassock noticed:
  - But we can"t impale all the officials; who will govern?
  The boy who arrived answered:
  - A couple of dozen on a stake, and the rest will be scared and won"t steal!
  The Archbishop noted:
  - It happened during the time of the glorious Philip II, that bribe-takers were impaled, but they still couldn"t eradicate this plague!
  Oleg-Karl replied:
  "We still need deterrence. Plus, complete confiscation of property, not only from the bribe-taker but also from his relatives, to benefit the state. Then there will be an incentive for the executioners!"
  The man in the cassock remarked:
  - That's wise! But you can't execute and confiscate everyone. A rebellion might break out!
  The boy prince replied:
  "We won't punish everyone, just the most insolent, those who know no limits! A great ruler must be cruel!"
  The Archbishop wisely noted:
  - If you're sweet, they'll lick you, if you're bitter, they'll spit you out!
  Oleg-Karl replied:
  - There will be both a carrot and a stick!
  After that, the boy looked at a few more books. The text was written in large letters, and even Latin and Spanish were easy to read. But the content was mostly religious.
  The boy prince noted:
  - We need to invent new weapons! Fighting the old way is too futile!
  The Archbishop gurgled:
  "Your Highness, this isn't for me, but for the generals. We have some pretty good gunsmiths!"
  Oleg-Karl nodded:
  - I will definitely talk to the military!
  The archbishop replied:
  - Just after me, you will have a meeting with General Marquis de Bourbon, he will teach you military affairs, but not fencing, but strategy and tactics!
  The boy prince smiled:
  - Hurry up!
  Oleg had a decent grasp of the basics of Catholicism, but he didn't really believe it. Much less learn a ton of minor ritual details. What was the point? During the Russo-Japanese War, neither prayers nor icons helped Kuropatkin. But under Stalin, the atheistic USSR simply destroyed Japan in just three weeks! And there was no need for icons.
  So there is another question here.
  Oleg Rybachenko, with his child prodigy mind, actually thought: if Almighty God were a real person, would He allow such chaos on planet Earth?
  Any leader with even the slightest responsibility strives for order. And yet, on planet Earth, there's even more chaos in the twenty-first century than in the current seventeenth. The number of states is growing, and contradictions are growing.
  At the moment, the most powerful state is the Spanish Empire. Moreover, its main competitors, France and Britain, are weakened. Both states are effectively in civil war. Cromwell is against King Charles, and the Fronde is against Mazarin, the prime minister and cardinal. King Charles's fortunes are poor, and soon Cromwell, a mere brewer but a highly talented commander, will finish him off.
  Mazarin is saved for now by the Fronde's lack of a single leader. Ultimately, in real history, this prime minister and cardinal won. And what will happen in this one, only God knows.
  Oleg thought that perhaps, as a prince or king, he could do something for Spain. At that time, Portugal had not yet fully separated, and, including its colonies, the Castilian Empire controlled a good quarter of the globe. In other words, it had no equal. All of Latin America, the Philippines, the coast of India-everything was its. The most powerful empire.
  Britain has only just begun to acquire colonies in North America and the Caribbean, and France, likewise, is still taking its first steps.
  So there is something to strengthen and something to fight for.
  Karl-Oleg finally waited until the religious lessons were over and moved to another room, where a multitude of weapons hung on the walls. Strategy and tactics were indeed taught there. And General Marquis de Bourbon turned out to be tall and rather corpulent.
  The hall itself was interesting-small wooden and tin soldiers, both infantry and cavalry, were arranged in rows. There were also cannons, also miniature, toy-like, and fortress walls.
  Karl-Oleg whistled. What a room, and it brought to mind Peter III, who also loved playing with soldiers. And Peter the Great had his own toy regiments that entertained the monarch.
  Overall it was beautiful.
  However, the beginning of the lesson disappointed the boy. The general began asking about Julius Caesar, Alexander the Great, and the lesser-known Zopio, Lucullus, and Epaminondas. Moreover, knowledge of them during this period-the transition from the Middle Ages to modern times-was vastly different from that of the twenty-first century. And Oleg, with his modern knowledge of the ancient era, continually found himself in trouble.
  Apparently the Marquis de Bourbon was fed up with this and he commanded:
  - Ten blows with sticks on the heels!
  Oleg happily took off his unpleasant and uncomfortable, albeit very luxurious, shoes strewn with precious stones.
  And I felt the coolness of the colored marble slab with my bare, childish, rough sole.
  The Marquis General chuckled:
  - Your Highness will be beaten for not learning his lesson well.
  A boy about Oleg's age entered the room. He was barefoot, apparently to roughen his feet and make it easier to withstand the blows of the heels with the kicks. He was accompanied by two other boys in red robes and an older girl with red hair and a mask. She carried thin, flexible sticks.
  The whipping boy lay obediently on his back, his bare feet clamped in the stocks. It was obvious that the twelve-year-old's feet were very calloused. He even tried to walk on sharp stones to make the falaka easier to carry.
  The red-haired girl was the one delivering the blows. She used a flexible stick and struck skillfully and powerfully. It hurt the boy, but he had to count the blows himself.
  The girl hit him, twisting him. The calluses on the boy's feet cracked, but he endured them as usual and counted. Although every blow to his bare, round, callused heel echoed in the back of his head. It was obvious the boy was suffering from the spanking.
  Oleg felt sorry for the boy. But he didn't interfere. Justice truly must prevail. And it wasn't his place to break with tradition.
  Besides, the boy is probably getting paid for it. It's like the famous story about the prince and the pauper. It's something similar here. Only he's not a pauper like Kenti, he's a twenty-first-century kid and a child prodigy. So he'll just go for it.
  When the final, tenth blow was delivered, the executioner's assistant boys removed the child's bare feet from the stocks. He stood up carefully. He forced a smile and said:
  - Thank you so much for the lesson! May the Mother of God be glorified!
  After which, limping on both legs, he headed for the exit. The red-haired female executioner noted:
  - It's only good for him! But why is His Highness barefoot?
  Oleg answered confidently:
  - I want to get punished too!
  The Marquis objected:
  - No! No one has the right to beat the prince except his father! So don't even think about it! And your highness, put on your shoes!
  The boy prince answered sincerely:
  - These shoes are certainly beautiful, but they rubbed my feet.
  Indeed, small blisters had begun to appear. Oleg loved running barefoot in any weather, even in the snow, and would ditch his shoes at the slightest opportunity. Moreover, the boy was into martial arts. And for that, a child needs strong, well-padded feet.
  The Marquis de Bourbon muttered:
  - I'll order you to bring slippers!
  Oleg objected:
  - It's warm here! And only my father can give me orders. Tell me, is it possible to make a musket fire and stab at the same time?
  The general spread his hands and replied:
  "You can't, Your Highness! A musket can only fire. And for close-combat defense, there's a separate branch of the troop-pikemen!"
  Oleg objected:
  "Yes, it's possible! It's entirely possible to make a musket that can both shoot and stab!" The boy stamped his bare foot, and with such force, even a couple of the wooden soldiers fell over.
  The Marquis de Bourbon gurgled:
  - I don"t dare argue with your highness, but it"s impossible!
  Oleg grinned and replied:
  - Would you like me to show you a simple device? We'll call it a bayonet, and with it, muskets will stab.
  The general asked:
  - What is a simple device?
  The boy prince walked up to the board and picked up a piece of chalk. He then drew a sharp dagger with a ring attached to the hilt. Then he said:
  - You put this bayonet on the barrel of the musket, press the ring to make it stand more securely, and you can shoot and stab at the same time.
  The Marquis de Bourbon was surprised:
  - Is it really that simple?
  Oleg answered logically:
  - Everything ingenious is simple, only mediocrity complicates everything!
  The general remarked:
  - It needs to be produced in iron form. And tested!
  The boy prince noted:
  - And do it all as covertly as possible, so the enemy doesn't copy it. A bayonet is too easy!
  The Marquis de Bourbon remarked:
  "The decisive battle between us and the French is coming soon. Louis's empire is weakened by the Fronde and mass unrest, and we have the numerical superiority. But the quality of the troops is too high, there are too many mercenaries, and Prince Condé considers him a great commander!"
  Oleg said with a smile:
  - We will bring this prince a surprise, a very unpleasant surprise!
  The boy prodigy remembered this battle. After it, Portugal finally separated from Spain, and the Castilian Empire fell into crisis. Even the British Civil War and Cromwell's victory did not help. Moreover, the new government continued to encourage piracy, which undermined Spanish power.
  Portugal isn't just Brazil, it's also India. Few people know that it was first a colony of another state and only later became British. The first route to India was discovered by the Portuguese Vasco da Gama.
  And it was the Portuguese who captured its coastline. Portugal also had Angola and several other islands and possessions in Africa.
  Of course, we need to hold on to all of this. And expand it. And also settle accounts with Holland. It needs to be brought back into the fold of the empire.
  But this requires a strong land army. And it's better to deliver it not by sea, but by land, through France. Incidentally, Spain also has some hypothetical claims to the Bourbon throne.
  I wish I could be crowned in Paris and have such power in that case!
  Oleg, still barefoot and without putting on his shoes, headed with the Marquis de Bourbon to the forge. The general was clearly captivated by this simple discovery. Indeed, this was important. They could convert all the pikemen into musketeers with bayonets, and then the Spanish would fire more powerful volleys. And that would be a great help.
  Besides this, Oleg naturally has a lot of other ideas. For example, making fragmentation grenades. They would be effective. Or making dynamite, which is much more powerful than gunpowder. Incidentally, if dynamite is kept secret, other countries won't be able to adopt it anytime soon.
  But the bayonet is too simple. The main thing is to introduce it in time for the battle with Condé.
  If the French are beaten there, things will be easier. Moreover, a military defeat will further inflame the Fronde, and civil war will break out in France.
  The fact that the Fronde has no single leader is a good thing. If it wins, it won't hinder Spain's further conquests.
  It would also be good if muskets were fitted with flintlocks-that would increase their rate of fire. But that would take time, and they wouldn't have time to do it before the battle with Condé.
  Oleg-Karl and the general arrived at the forge.
  The boy even stepped barefoot on a spiky piece of metal. But his callused foot held up. And the young prince didn't even wince.
  Then the boy quickly showed it to the blacksmith. The general confirmed it. All that was needed was a flat, fairly wide ring attached to a dagger or sharp knife. The only requirement was that the dimensions matched the musket barrel.
  The blacksmith-a very tall, broad-shouldered fellow-understood this. Another five minutes and work would be in full swing in all the palace forges. It was clear they had to hurry.
  The king was gravely ill at the time and speechless, so no one could give the prince and infanta orders. Oleg, however, was enjoying the show, his bare, childish heels flashing. And everyone obeyed him.
  Indeed, the king didn't have long to live, and the infante was about to become ruler. And then there was the system: despite his young age of twelve, the new king was required to appoint a regent himself. And if he chose not to appoint one, he could rule on his own, even as a boy.
  So Karl-Oleg had power, and it inspired him. And the boy kept running around like a mad rabbit.
  Besides bayonets, grenades are also needed, of course. Well, that's simpler-simple little pots with handles filled with gunpowder and buckshot. The latter has already been invented and is in use. However, the idea of hanging pre-filled bags of gunpowder to increase firing efficiency hasn't been thought of yet.
  The boy kept running and running... Moreover, there was already a paper signed by the king that if he could not give commands, his son the infante would do so, or whoever Karl Gangsburg appointed to the place of regent.
  Time was pressing for the boy. He even ordered a dove sent to Duke Galba, urging him to remain on the defensive, not yet engaging Condé's French army in combat.
  The boy genius, as they say, even ran into the forge himself. He picked up the tongs and began making bayonets. The key here was to get it done in time. And what was produced still had to be delivered to the front lines. And that was already on French territory. After the death of Cardinal Richelieu, unrest and rebellion erupted. The princes and dukes wanted greater freedom, and dissatisfaction with the Italian Mazarin was merely a pretext. Although, of course, the fact that the first minister was not French also played a role.
  So Spain had a chance to restore its hegemony and the main thing was not to miss it.
  Oleg was definitely going to use it. He needed to come up with something simple yet effective.
  It would also be nice to have small, rotating cannons, like the ones in the game "Cossacks." But that would take time, and we need to decide now.
  Oleg ran around and sang:
  Science brothers to win,
  It's not that simple...
  We'll pass our exams with flying colors,
  We are on the first!
  The young genius worked very hard. And he had some other ideas. First and foremost, the troop formation. The Spanish one was outdated. It wasn't very stable, and cannonballs could hit it, and most importantly, a significant portion of the firepower was useless. Wouldn't it be better to adopt the more sophisticated Dutch formation? Or even try the Russian formation, where fire is fired almost continuously, alternating ranks.
  Using this formation during the war under Alekseev Mikhailovich, the Russians routed the powerful army of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. It was devised by the commander Dolgorukov, best known for suppressing the Razin Rebellion.
  The boy prodigy actually had some experience playing computer games. He's both a strategist and a tactician. So he should personally go to the Spanish troops in France and intervene there.
  The boy began drawing diagrams of a more advanced Dutch formation. After all, they had defeated the Spanish, despite the numerical superiority of the Castilian Empire.
  It wouldn't be a bad idea to make longer-range unicorns. They have a conical breech and can fire cannonballs four miles away, meaning they have a longer range than regular cannons.
  And there are some secrets that allow you to shoot even buckshot farther than usual. And these should be implemented.
  The boy acted with great energy. Since the king had lost the power of speech due to a serious illness, but had managed to leave a written decree transferring all power over the empire to his son, everything went swimmingly.
  Only one grandee and duke knew too much, but he preferred to remain silent for now. And great preparations were underway.
  Oleg was barefoot and ran so fast that many were surprised by his agility.
  Spain must be saved from decline and raised up, and he will raise it up. The key is speed, precision, and pressure.
  Where's the real infante now, though? If he ends up in the twenty-first century, he'll probably end up in a mental hospital. And how will Oleg even look anyone in the eye if he returns?
  Mark Twain comes to mind again, and how Prince Edward behaved back then. Perhaps Prince Charles will prove wiser. And won't shout from every corner that he's a prince, let alone a king!
  Oleg sang jokingly, slapping his bare feet:
  I am the king, I have power over everything,
  It's clear, it's clear...
  And the whole earth trembles,
  Under the heel of the king!
  CHAPTER No 3.
  Meanwhile, the real prince saw a very wondrous and fabulous dream.
  It's as if a boy named Karl and a girl are walking through the grass in some very unusual world. In it, very bright and large flower buds grow on luxurious trees. And they are open and smell very strong and fragrant.
  The infant boy was barefoot and wearing shorts. But the grass was soft, and it felt pleasant to step on with bare, childish soles. A girl about his age, twelve, was wearing a light tunic and also sandals. She slapped and laughed in a ringing voice.
  And butterflies fly, of wondrous beauty with wings painted in all the colors of the rainbow, and the span of some insects reaches up to a fathom.
  Karl noted with a smile:
  - This must be paradise!
  The girl objected:
  - Not exactly heaven, but another world! Look at the sky.
  The boy looked up and saw three suns sparkling against a blue background: red, yellow, and green. It was so beautiful.
  Karl exclaimed:
  - It's a wonderful world, to say the least!
  The girl remarked philosophically:
  - Bright berries are sometimes poisonous!
  The infant boy chuckled and remarked:
  - Aren't you a princess by any chance?
  The girl in the tunic answered:
  - Yes, I'm a princess!
  Karl remarked skeptically:
  - Why a sandal?
  The princess girl replied:
  - But you are also barefoot, even though you are a prince, and you will soon become a king!
  The infant boy answered boldly:
  - I'm barefoot because I like it that way!
  The young beauty took the cone and with her round, pink heel pushed it into the grass and nodded:
  - Me too! It's so easy and pleasant to be without shoes! And the soft grass tickles the bare, springy soles of a child, which is so enjoyable!
  The boy prince laughed and replied:
  - That's right! The lack of shoes is not a sign of poverty, but rather speaks of our unfettered freedom!
  The girl nodded and answered:
  - You can call me Mercedes... I hope you like my name?
  The boy prince nodded in agreement:
  - Very much so! You are a beautiful and radiant fairy! And your modest tunic especially sets off the luxury of your hair, which sparkles like gold leaf.
  Mercedes nodded.
  - You have good taste, boy! But tell me, does God love princes?
  Karl replied in a decisive tone:
  - Of course, there is no doubt about it!
  The girl smiled and asked ingratiatingly:
  - And the poor?
  The boy prince shrugged and replied:
  "If you're going by the textbooks, then the Almighty God loves everyone, even those who suffer on Earth. But honestly, I don't even know!"
  Mercedes smiled and replied:
  - Yes, that's true, but don't you sometimes think that the Creator of the Universe is too cruel to some people!
  Karl replied with a sigh:
  "Yeah, I think so! Although, to be honest, I live in a palace, or at least I did until recently, and I've never seen real poverty or suffering. Except, of course, that my father, the king, suffers and is tormented by illness. Alas, even monarchs aren't spared that!"
  The girl remarked with a smile:
  - And the queen suffers in childbirth, just like the last slave, beaten with a whip!
  The boy prince nodded:
  - Yes, it turns out that way! Therefore, before the Almighty God, we are all equal and there is no need to boast!
  Mercedes nodded and remarked:
  - Yes, that's understandable! You need to be more modest and know your limits when it comes to ambition!
  Karl, throwing up a broken piece of a twig with his bare toes, his childish feet, logically remarked:
  "But I'm the future king and I must have ambition! After all, the goal of any monarch is to expand their territory and acquire new lands and subjects!"
  The barefoot girl logically noted:
  - All this is available only in the quantities that the Almighty God allows us!
  And Mercedes took it and began to sing, dancing with her tanned legs:
  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!
  The girl's voice was quite clear and charming. She sang beautifully. Then a butterfly flew up to the august children. Its wings, each a good fathom wide, bore a bright and colorful design. And the butterfly itself had an unusual head; it was almost human-like, except for its insect-like eyes.
  The butterfly woman squealed:
  - Where are you heading, glorious warriors!
  Karl answered honestly:
  - Nowhere! I'm just taking a walk!
  I noticed a beautiful insect:
  - You can't go nowhere! You'll get somewhere!
  The boy prince replied with a smile:
  - Then I'm going to perform some kind of heroic deed! Like save a princess from a dragon!
  A butterfly with multi-colored wings cooed:
  - That's much better! Well, you already have a princess by your side!
  Mercedes shook her head, her hair the color of gold leaf:
  - I wouldn't really want to be saved! I'd rather save someone myself!
  Prince Charles objected, stamping his bare, childish foot angrily:
  - I am a man and I must save the fair sex myself!
  The butterfly giggled:
  - So that's how it is, you both want to save someone! How commendable is that!
  The boy and girl said in chorus:
  - We are in a determined mood, we will create an amazing adventure!
  Then the insect buzzed and offered with a sweet look, twisting its girlish face:
  - Let's do it this way! You'll save the Snow Maiden that Barmaley stole from Father Frost!
  The boy prince noted with a chuckle:
  - Save the Snow Maiden? What can we do!
  The little princess remarked:
  - Actually, the Spanish have Santa Claus, not Father Frost!
  Karl replied with a smile:
  "And the Russians have Ded Moroz! I know there's a country in the east called Russia, and polar bears roam its capital playing balalaikas!"
  The butterfly with wings laughed and answered cheerfully:
  - Exactly! So maybe you'll save Santa Claus's granddaughter and the polar Russian bears will bring you a chest of gold!
  The boy prince remarked:
  "Spain has enough gold. To win, we don't need gold, but some kind of miracle weapon. Like a cannon that could mow down an entire army with a single volley of grapeshot! Or a rifle that could fire a hundred bullets a minute, or wings to fly!"
  The little princess noticed, angrily stamping her small, tanned foot, with its sole green from the grass:
  - You boys only have war on your minds!
  Karl objected:
  - Not just war! I'd also like to fly like a bird! That would be really interesting!
  The butterfly giggled and replied:
  - Save Santa Claus's granddaughter and you'll get wings with which you can fly better than an eagle!
  The smart boy prince clarified:
  - Will I get one, or my entire Spanish army?
  The beautiful insect replied:
  - No, in this case, you alone will receive a cool reward that one can only dream of!
  Karl noted:
  "Wings alone aren't enough! Give them at least a musket that could fire a hundred bullets a minute, without recoil, and so that these bullets, like unchangeable doubloons, would never run out!"
  The little princess squeaked:
  "You should have asked for an unchangeable doubloon! Just imagine how much good you could do with it!"
  Karl noted:
  "In that case, gold coins will simply lose their value. And if you don't work, there will be no happiness! Without pain, you can't pull a fish out of a pond!"
  The butterfly looked at the boy prince with respect and cooed:
  "You're smart! You understand that a large quantity of gold coins will, at best, bring power, honor, and wealth to one person, not happiness to everyone!"
  The girl noted with a smile:
  "And who will be happy with a musket that fires a hundred bullets a minute? It will bring murder and nothing more! Besides, if Spain were to conquer the world, with its Inquisition and obscurantism, it wouldn't have much success!"
  The boy prince objected:
  - No! There's no government in the world better than ours! And as for the Inquisition, I'll put the squeeze on them!
  And the august child, with his bare toes, his little feet, tossed up the silvery cone lying on the grass.
  The butterfly nodded in agreement:
  "The latter is a very wise decision. But first, consolidate your power. And ensure yourself good security, otherwise the Jesuits might still try to poison you!"
  The girl nodded vigorously:
  - That's exactly what they do! It's really quite simple: if there's a person, there's a problem; if there's no person, there's no problem!
  The boy prince remarked with a smile:
  - A very wise phrase: there is a person - there is a problem, no person - no problem! We must remember it!
  The butterfly confirmed:
  "You'll get wings and be able to fly, and fly better and faster than an eagle. And that's enough for now to save the Snow Maiden from Barmaley!"
  Karl took it and immediately became wary:
  "I don't know who Barmaley is. Is he more dangerous than Koschei the Deathless or not?"
  The little princess remarked:
  "It's not even that he's dangerous. We still have to find him. And to do that, we need to get to Africa!"
  The butterfly took it and jokingly sang:
  Little children,
  For nothing in the world...
  Don't go to Africa for a walk!
  There are sharks in Africa,
  There are gorillas in Africa,
  There are big, angry crocodiles in Africa!
  They will bite you,
  To beat and to offend...
  Children, don't go for a walk in Africa!
  In Africa there is a robber,
  In Africa there is a villain,
  There's a terrible Barmaley in Africa!
  He runs around Africa and eats children!
  The boy prince exclaimed:
  My fate hangs in the balance,
  The enemies are full of courage...
  But thank God there are friends,
  But thank God there are friends,
  And thank God for friends,
  There are swords!
  The princess girl noted:
  - Sounds quite fantastic! And in this case, the boy doesn't have any sword!
  The butterfly giggled and fluttered its multicolored, glittering wings. Its voice was heard:
  - You are going to fight with Barmaley, to stomp barefoot to Africa, and you don"t have any weapons!
  The boy prince sang:
  - Enough! Lay down your arms! Look at life - it's better!
  Mercedes stamped her small, barefoot feet and chirped:
  "Life really is better without war, but it's more boring! And we still desperately need weapons!"
  The butterfly flapped its wings, which shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow, and exclaimed:
  - How clever! I can tell you where to find the weapon. You just have to solve the riddle!
  Mercedes nodded in agreement:
  - I love solving crosswords! It's really interesting!
  The boy prince remarked:
  - And what's in it for you? Well, let's guess the riddle: what will you gain from this?
  The butterfly shook its wings and replied:
  - Something will arrive! In particular, the batteries of knowledge will be recharged.
  Mercedes noted with a chuckle:
  - That sounds incredibly logical! Maybe something will work out! I've also heard that knowledge is power!
  Karl exclaimed, stamping his bare foot:
  - Excellent! But you didn't want to make a wish! Like questions like, how many drops are in the sea, how many stars are in the sky, how many hairs does a gypsy have on her head!
  The butterfly squeaked with a laugh:
  - I could very well ask you a question from higher mathematics! By the way, I hope you'll like this?
  The boy prince wrinkled his face and replied:
  - I'm not really into higher mathematics, or anything else! And who needs all this complicated math anyway?
  The girl in the tunic objected:
  - A ruler needs to have a command of numbers, otherwise the entire treasury will be stolen!
  The butterfly confirmed:
  "Yes, a king should at least know the basics of mathematics. Otherwise, he'll be bred like a kitten or a woodpecker!"
  Boy Karl muttered:
  - Okay, wish for whatever you want!
  Mercedes nodded.
  - But we have no choice!
  The butterfly shook its wings and asked:
  - What number do you get if you divide ten by zero?
  The little princess giggled:
  - I know that, but I won't tell! Let the boy figure it out for himself!
  The prince shrugged and noted:
  - Most likely infinity! The smaller the number we divide by, the larger the number we get!
  The butterfly cooed:
  - No, you're wrong here, the correct answer is...
  The girl shouted:
  - You can't divide by zero!
  The insect readily confirmed:
  - That's right! Well, since the girl has answered, I'll give her a feather. It will flutter in the air and show you the way to the magical sword-kladenets.
  The boy prince snorted contemptuously:
  - Girl! Isn't that too much! A sword is a man's weapon!
  Mercedes was offended:
  - I see before me not a man, but a pompous brat!
  The butterfly flapped its wings and beeped:
  - No need to quarrel! Once the sword is in your possession, it will choose its own master!
  Karl exclaimed:
  - Of course he will choose me! I am an infant of the greatest power in the world!
  Mercedes objected:
  - It's not a question of whether Spain is a big empire or not, but of having a brave and pure heart and being a worthy knight!
  And the girl, with the bare sole of her foot, pressed a stalk into the grass.
  The butterfly confirmed by flapping its wings:
  - Isn't that reasonable? He who is worthy receives the prize! And the most important thing in dignity is not who you are, but what you are!
  The feather flew up and began to whirl. The butterfly added:
  - Well, okay, go get the sword! Once you get it, Barmaley won't be so scary!
  The boy prince asked:
  "But I looked at the map-Africa is very big, much larger than Europe. How can we find Barmaley there, even with a magic sword?"
  The girl nodded in agreement:
  - I agree with him on that! To say Barmaley in Africa is to say nothing!
  The butterfly replied:
  "You'll find him on the Congo River, closer to the waterfalls. Barmaley is so famous there that they'll quickly show you the way to him!"
  Karl exclaimed with a satisfied look:
  - Now we at least have some kind of landmark. How do we get to the Congo River?
  The girl giggled and sang:
  Somewhere in the Congo,
  It's a very long walk!
  You can't reach it with your hands,
  You have to stomp with bare feet!
  The butterfly replied:
  - When you get to the sword, you'll learn something there!
  Karl replied with a sigh:
  - Let's go, girl!
  And they bowed slightly to the butterfly and stamped their bare feet in farewell!
  The girl sang with a smile:
  Where are we going with the Infante,
  Big, big secret...
  And we will not tell about him,
  Oh no, oh no, oh no!
  Karl replied with a sweet look:
  - That's a really good idea! When they keep their movements secret!
  Mercedes noted:
  - It's very funny... and sad at the same time!
  The boy prince asked:
  - Why are you sad?
  The princess girl replied:
  - We're talking a lot of empty talk. You better tell me: is there an Inquisition in Spain?
  Karl replied with a sigh:
  - Unfortunately, there are!
  Mercedes squeaked:
  - So maybe it would be better to just ban it?
  The infant boy remarked:
  - What if witches and sorcerers take out all the people?
  The princess girl giggled and replied:
  - No! Witches are good, after all, from the word know!
  Karl laughed and remarked:
  "You know, I've heard there are witches who know the secret to eternal youth! I'm really afraid of becoming helpless and old. But they can live for thousands of years!"
  Mercedes laughed and replied:
  - Yes, this is funny! Where have you seen such witches?
  The boy prince remarked:
  - I've read about people like that in fairy tales!
  The little princess laughed:
  - These are the kind of fairy tales you shouldn't read to children!
  After which they followed the feather for a while in silence. The Infante remembered that this strange, barefoot boy had taken his place. How was he? Would he cope? Or perhaps he would be exposed and executed for imposture?
  Times were harsh, and they wouldn't care that he was still a child. Especially since the concepts of man and boy were very vague back then. And they could even torture him. In Spain, there are no restrictions whatsoever on children; they'll torture you like an adult, and they could very well torture you to death.
  Karl sighed. He thought about maybe going back? But he hadn't had his fill of fun yet. And he wondered what kind of mischief that kid might cause in his place. What if he ended up in his country?
  Mercedes noted:
  - You're thinking about something. Maybe about how the French revolt is giving Spain a historic opportunity!
  Karl answered confidently:
  "If we restore order, we'll win even without a revolt! We have a great deal of strength and an innumerable fleet!"
  The princess girl asked:
  - What about Holland?
  The infantry boy stated:
  - We will definitely defeat her! Especially since I have some ideas!
  The girl laughed and remarked:
  - Ideas! This is actually funny! Would you like some lemonade?
  Karl exclaimed:
  - What a naughty girl you are! What is lemonade?
  Mercedes replied with a smile:
  - Like sherbet, only even better!
  The infant boy chuckled and remarked:
  - Better than sherbet? I have to try it!
  The little princess remarked:
  - You laugh too much! I hope you don't have to cry!
  Karl sighed and asked:
  - Tell me, is salvation by faith or by works and by grace or by merit?
  Mercedes answered in a confident tone:
  - By faith and grace, of course! Before God, there is no other merit than the heroic deed of Jesus Christ on the cross!
  The infant boy remarked:
  - And you are a Protestant!
  The girl giggled and replied:
  - I am a true Christian!
  Karl noted with a sweet look:
  - Maybe she's a true believer? Do you really think Catholics are wrong?
  Mercedes replied:
  - It is not the Catholics or the Protestants who are right - the truth is in the word of God, which is the Bible!
  The infant boy laughed. He wanted to say something else, but suddenly he felt someone tickling his bare heel and he... woke up.
  CHAPTER No 4.
  Karl-Oleg continued to direct until it was deep into the night and everyone was literally falling off their feet. The young, self-proclaimed infante decided to get some rest. Before bed, the boy immersed himself in a golden bathtub filled with rose water, while the maidservants scrubbed him with washcloths. One of them remarked:
  - Your soles are so hard and calloused. Did they really get that way in just one day?
  Oleg-Karl replied:
  - Why not! I'm a boy, even though I'm a prince, and everything grows quickly in children, including calluses on the soles of their feet.
  The maid girl remarked:
  - An infant boy's feet should be soft and tender, and not like those of a common tomboy who goes barefoot because he has to wear them, and not because he likes it!
  The self-proclaimed prince replied:
  "I like it, it's so much more dexterous this way! It gives you a better sense of balance! Tell me, were Adam and Eve barefoot before the Fall or not?"
  The girl answered with a smile:
  - I think they were barefoot!
  Oleg-Karl shook his bright head:
  - Exactly! Otherwise, I'll also order the girls to go barefoot, especially since your heels are so noisy!
  The young maids smiled. The infant boy thought he might be exposed. Although they were remarkably similar, their birthmarks might not match, and Oleg's body was, after all, more toned and muscular.
  The boy got out of the bath and was dried with towels, so soft and fluffy.
  Next, he put on his slippers and went to his luxurious bedroom. The bed was shaped like a blooming aster, made of pure gold and studded with diamonds and rubies. Everything was marvelously beautiful. A couple of boys and a girl in soft velvet shoes were swatting away insects with fans.
  Oleg lay down on the soft featherbeds. He even felt a sense of unease at the luxury and tried to relax and fall asleep.
  But extraneous thoughts kept creeping into his young mind. For example, Tsarist Russia, with Alexei Mikhailovich now on the throne. He's still too young, and it seems the country hasn't yet gained strength. An alliance with Russia, which has virtually no navy, offers Spain no benefit yet. However, if war breaks out with Poland, Spain could very well help Russia.
  But this is still a distant prospect. In real history, a great reforming king could have made Spain a global hegemon. Philip II was a decent monarch. He wove cunning intrigues, hand-picked generals, and tried to restore order in the country. But at the same time, he remained deeply conservative. His invincible armada could have sunk the smaller English fleet, had it had more sophisticated ships and better naval commanders. And the decision to bypass Britain was foolish. It would have been better to simply retreat.
  Britain is currently engulfed in civil war. It would be a good idea to help King Charles I, so that he and Cromwell could continue to kill each other for as long as possible, weakening and ruining Britain further. And it wouldn't hurt to spur the Fronde. Under Philip II, in real history, the Fronde and the civil war in Britain would surely have been even more devastating due to Spanish intervention!
  Did Spain have a chance for revival? Of course it did, and it would be good for Oleg to achieve it. But what if the legitimate infante returns? Although, perhaps not anytime soon. And what if he ends up in the twenty-first century? Perhaps they'll lock him up in a mental hospital? Indeed, let's recall the story "The Prince and the Pauper," although the infante is supposedly smarter than Prince Edward. However, most likely, this whole story is a work of fiction by Mark Twain.
  And of course, poor Tom couldn't have been better than Edward, although he did do some good. Of course, the Inquisition must be put an end to, but it must be done carefully. Otherwise, they might poison the king, or the prince who now wields all power. Incidentally, it seems the Spanish king is appointing a general of the Jesuit Order? Surely this order must be used more actively in the interests of Spain.
  While the boy, the time-traveler, tossed and turned in his bed, the Duke of Marlborough, who had brought him to the palace, frowned deeply. He had thought the time-traveler and the prince's double was just a wandering acrobat, but this is what he is like. Such knowledge and discoveries. He's probably more difficult to control than the former heir.
  I'd love to use my knowledge of the secret to become regent for the young king, but his father is a dead man. But this... A more subtle approach is needed. A boy like that might order your immediate execution, or even personally chop off your head or shoot you. On the other hand, if he truly modernizes the army, Spain will defeat the French, and then the British, and once again become the world's hegemon. And Holland, having overthrown Spain, could be dealt with, and perhaps even the conquest of China?
  While the Duke was looking for ways to take advantage of new opportunities, the boy who had arrived saw wondrous dreams.
  The assassination of the heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne never occurred. So the First World War never began. The Germans, in particular, were eager to do so. But they lacked the resolve - the Entente had too many resources: human, industrial, and raw materials. And the population of Tsarist Russia was simply too large.
  And the war never broke out... Time passed... the economy of Tsarist Russia was booming. In 1918, Britain launched a war in Afghanistan. But it went badly for the British. And then the lion's empire made an unprecedented offer: to divide Afghanistan with Russia.
  Despite economic growth, not all was well in the Russian Empire. The Tsar's authority, having lost the war against Japan, was low, Rasputin had fostered rampant corruption, and riots and strikes were constantly flaring up. A small but victorious war could have strengthened the autocracy's authority!
  And so, in 1919, the British invaded Afghanistan from the south and Russian regiments from the north. The Russian troops included many Muslims from Central Asia and managed to avoid guerrilla warfare. The Afghan army was weak, and the Tsarist army had already completed its rearmament and had many machine guns and cannons.
  In short, this campaign was successful for Tsarist Russia, especially since it was commanded by Brusilov, a talented commander and diplomat.
  The central and northern regions of Afghanistan became part of Tsarist Russia, while Britain gained control of the south. Now Nicholas II, too, had territorial conquests. And the Tsar's authority was strengthened. The Tsarist economy grew rapidly, while the British and French economies grew much more slowly; England even stagnated. And so, by 1929, having overtaken Britain and France, Tsarist Russia's economy had become the third-largest, breathing down Germany's neck, and the United States was far ahead.
  But the Great Depression began. The economic situation in all countries of the world was rapidly deteriorating. In 1931, Japan claimed Manchuria as its territory and began a war with China. This became the pretext for the Tsarist government to intervene. And so began the long-awaited war of revenge against the samurai.
  Oleg Rybachenko is right there, taking part in the Manchurian offensive.
  The Tsarist army was armed with tanks and airplanes, and even the first helicopters made by Sikorsky. And they were very powerful. And the railways were double-tracked. Tsarist Russia had a significant advantage in both numbers and quality of ground forces. At sea, Tsarist Russia's advantage was slightly less, but the navy was commanded by Admiral Kolchak, a very capable leader and naval commander.
  His crew includes a whole cruiser made up entirely of barefoot girls in bikinis.
  They are also beauties.
  Oleg is with a girl named Margarita. The monster children are attacking.
  They brandish magical swords that lengthen with each swing and cut down the Japanese. The samurai were just beginning to develop light, rather clumsy tanks.
  Oleg throws a poppy seed of antimatter with his bare toes, and it explodes. And an entire battalion of Japanese soldiers is blown into the air.
  The boy sings:
  Homeland in my heart, a string plays,
  Life will be good for everyone in the world...
  And I dream of the Fatherland - the holy land,
  Where happy children laugh!
  Margarita also throws a pea of annihilation with her bare toes of murderous force, and blows up hundreds of samurai at once.
  The warrior girl screams:
  - Banzai!
  And it shows its devastating level. And it's truly extremely revealing and cool.
  Here they are crushing the samurai army. And here their swords are turning into magic wands.
  And the children-magicians waved them, turning tanks and self-propelled guns into beautiful cakes, with flowers and cream, and very tasty.
  These are such magnificent fighters. And what they do. They perform transformations with the highest degree of mark.
  What amazing young warriors these are. They're truly amazing at everything they can do.
  Oleg chuckles. And Russian tanks are attacking, moving like steamrollers. They can just sweep everything away.
  Here's Elena's crew in one of them. A vehicle with the cool name "Peter the Great" just rolls along on its tracks. And fires at the Japanese with its cannon and machine guns. It's a special and very cool war here. And you can't just stop such a steamroller.
  Elena's partner, Ekaterina, reached up and pulled the lever with her bare toes, and a lethal high-explosive fragmentation shell flew out and smashed into the Japanese, scattering them in all directions.
  The honey-blonde girl in the bikini whistled and cooed:
  - Glory to the good Tsar Nicholas!
  Elizaveta, another female fighter, was firing machine guns at the Japanese and noted:
  "Right now, due to economic difficulties in Russia, there's unrest and the beginning of unrest. If we win, the people will be inspired and calm down!"
  The girl driver, Efrosinya, pressing the pedals with her bare feet, noted:
  - Exactly! God forbid we see a Russian rebellion, senseless and merciless!
  And all four girls from the crew sang:
  Melons, watermelons, wheat buns,
  A generous, prosperous land...
  And on the Throne, sits in St. Petersburg,
  Father Tsar Nicholas!
  We will defeat the Japanese very quickly,
  We will have Port Arthur...
  Bare feet in battle, girls,
  The enemy will cry out for help!
  The female warriors truly looked magnificent. And the Petra-1 tank had very strong, well-sloped armor. And when it took on the Japanese, it was simply a disaster for them. They couldn't resist...
  The girls' well-aimed shot overturned a samurai howitzer. And the situation was certain to be ruined.
  And in the sky, Russian pilots fought. Anastasia Vedmakova, a redhead in a ground attack aircraft. She was wearing only a bikini and barefoot. She attacked ground targets using the bare soles of her seductive feet. And she did it with great aggression and precision.
  And to her right, Akulina Orlova, also wearing a bikini, was fighting. And then she presses her bare heel on the pedal, launching something deadly. And the rocket hits a Japanese ammunition depot. There's a powerful explosion. And an entire battery of samurai artillery is thrown into the air.
  Akulina Orlova exclaims:
  - Glory to great Russia!
  She's a girl of exceptional intelligence. And now her bare, round heel is moving again, and another missile is flying towards its target. Russian attack aircraft piloted by girls are very good at target acquisition.
  Maria Magnitnaya also pilots an attack aircraft. She bombs ground targets, while fighters provide cover from above.
  Take Natasha Orlova, for example-a wonderful girl. And she shoots down a samurai plane trying to attack them. She's a truly awesome warrior, you could say. And she sings:
  Thirty-three heroes,
  It's not in vain that they protect the world,
  They are the king's guard,
  They protect forests, fields and seas!
  Maria presses the lever with her bare, tanned foot, and something destructive will be launched. And it will strike the Japanese positions.
  And the warrior squeals:
  And the samurai flew towards this, under the pressure of steel and fire!
  The girls really are magnificent. What could be better than the fair sex in war?
  Anastasia Vedmakova exclaimed:
  We will go into battle boldly,
  For Holy Rus'...
  And we will shed tears for her,
  Young blood!
  And the warrior once again unleashed a devastating gift of annihilation. And the Japanese were pressing them from all sides. And they were being hammered at sea by powerful Russian battleships. Some of the Russian ships' guns reached a caliber of five hundred millimeters, and that's powerful. And they were sinking the Japanese fleet like that.
  But one first-class cruiser has a crew made up entirely of girls. Imagine-an all-female crew. And the girls' only clothing consists of thin panties and a narrow strip of fabric across their chests. And their beautiful legs-barefoot, graceful, tanned, and muscular.
  And they run, barefoot, to the guns. They load them, shove the shells into the breech. And with great, lethal force, they launch the devastating shells, which strike with colossal force, piercing the Japanese armor.
  The girls are incredibly agile and move with deadly speed. And how beautifully they walk, their muscles shimmering like ripples on water. These are real fighters.
  The only man on board is a cabin boy of about thirteen. He's wearing only shorts, his muscular torso exposed, dark brown from the sun, and his hair blond. Now that's a real tough guy. A shard of metal fell onto the side of the ship, and the boy kicked it out with his bare toes.
  The girls are jumping and leaping. The Japanese are suffering heavy losses. And they are putting pressure on both at sea and on land.
  And the girls even laugh. Girls are very beautiful at war with minimal clothing.
  Take Alice and Angelica, for example. These beauties also wear nothing but bikinis. And they shoot sniper rifles. And they're incredibly accurate. The blonde, Alice, is especially accurate. She's very beautiful, and, let's say, extremely tough and aggressive.
  Alice shoots and kills the Japanese with great accuracy. And she smashes their heads like pumpkins. And that's let's just say it's deadly.
  Angelica, the red-haired girl, is larger, very muscular, and acts dexterously.
  A young athletic girl throws grenades at the Japanese with her bare toes, shattering them into pieces. Now that's a fighting team.
  Alice and Angelica, with their very seductive, tanned legs and dexterous, monkey-like feet, hurl destructive gifts at the enemy.
  These girls are very good. And you could even say sexy.
  And what abs they have on their stomachs-like slabs, that's amazing. So the Japanese got something bad.
  The girls' bare feet act as if they were stronger and longer arms. That's the kind of combat effect they have.
  Alice took it and began to sing:
  The anthem of the Motherland sings in our hearts,
  We adore Tsar Nicholas...
  Hold the machine gun tighter, girl,
  I know I will tear apart the enemies of the Fatherland!
  Angelica celebrated with a sweet expression, throwing a grenade with deadly force with her bare toes. And it flew past, scattering the Japanese forces in all directions. That's combat action, just superb.
  What girls! They're really good...
  And here are some other female warriors. For example, the girls are firing rocket launchers and using gas shells. And they're hitting the Japanese really hard. And their legs are so seductive, tanned, and muscular, and even their skin is shiny.
  A girl in a bikini, Nicoletta, exclaims:
  Glory to the great tsarism,
  We will move forward...
  Rock the samurai, the wild one,
  Let's put the horde into account!
  Tamara confirmed with a smile:
  - May our victory be in the holy war!
  Girl Vega noted:
  - Where the Russian flag is planted, there it is our territory forever!
  And the girls sang in chorus:
  And Berlin, Paris, New York,
  Like a wreath in our hands, united...
  The light of communism was lit,
  Holy invincible king!
  And the girls are getting more and more active. Here comes Alenka on a motorcycle. Such a beautiful girl. And she's flying on a motorcycle, shooting an automatic rifle. And mowing down the Japanese.
  And behind her, almost naked, Zoya rushes in, and also fires, using her bare toes, and throws peas of annihilation.
  The girl is, let's say, gorgeous. And the honey-blonde beauty is a gorgeous girl.
  And Anyuta is also extremely active. And she's also a very accurate shot. And she cuts down the Mikado's troops. Well, the girls here are magnificent.
  And here comes Olympiada, a powerful girl. And muscular, cool. And powerful, riding a motorcycle in a sidecar. What a fighting beauty. And so strong, and her shoulders are athletic. What a beauty. In the sidecar sits a boy of about ten with a toy machine gun. And he's pelting the Japanese positions with such a thick stream of bullets. What an aggressive impact.
  And Svetlana is also in battle, and they mow down the Japanese infantry, and they mow them down like sickles, then this is truly death.
  These are the Terminator girls. How deadly everything is. This is their battle team. And their warriors' feet are like real chimpanzee paws. Invincible warriors.
  They jump up and down as if they were soft, and suddenly they throw grenades.
  And here's a girl named Alla riding a self-propelled gun. It's a small and nimble machine. The girl is testing it out, an experimental version. A very clever idea indeed. Only one crew member controls the vehicle and fires the machine guns. And does it with amazing accuracy. And mows down the Japanese with frantic force. And they do it with extreme precision.
  Alla shoots and sings:
  - Glory to the Russian Tsar Nicholas,
  A samurai cannot find peace in battle!
  That's how the team and the showdown went. These girls are capable of so much.
  And the Japanese are already starting to surrender. They throw down their weapons and raise their hands.
  And the girls point assault rifles at them, force them to their knees, and force them to kiss their bare, dusty feet. Now that's not just cool, it's incredibly cool.
  Oleg and Margarita continue running, full of strength and enthusiasm. The impact is quite aggressive, especially when the swords lengthen and take off heads.
  On land, Russian troops quickly routed the Japanese and approached Port Arthur. It was well fortified and tried to hold its ground. But hundreds of Russian tanks launched an assault. Attack aircraft and helicopters rushed to the attack. And it was a truly deadly blow. What a ferocious impact.
  And battalions of barefoot, bikini-clad girls rush to the attack. They are swift and devastating. This is the deadly impact that occurs.
  The girls, I must say, are remarkable. They're tanned, muscular, and have fair hair, many with long manes like horses', while others have braids. These are truly extraordinary fighters.
  And so, fighting rages in Port Arthur. Russian troops are finishing off the Japanese.
  And so the destruction began. And the city took and fell. Japan's greatest citadel was defeated.
  The battle at sea ended with the final sinking of the Japanese squadron and the capture of Admiral Togo.
  And so the landings began. There weren't enough steamships or transports. Longboats were used, and supplies were transported on cruisers and battleships, and many other means were used. The Tsar ordered the use of the merchant navy in the landings.
  The Russian troops repulsed the samurai onslaught, which attempted to drive them from the bridgehead. But the Tsarist army held firm, and the massive attack was repelled with heavy losses.
  During the assault, the witch girls chopped with sabers and threw grenades at the enemy with their bare feet.
  They're certainly in the most dangerous positions. And then they started firing machine guns. Every bullet hit the target.
  Natasha fired, threw a grenade with her bare toes and chirped:
  - There's no one cooler than me!
  Zoya, firing a machine gun, threw a gift of death with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - For Tsar Nicholas II!
  Aurora, continuing to fire from machine guns, and jumping up, snapped back and said:
  - For great Rus'!
  Svetlana, continuing to harass the enemy, bared her teeth and threw a grenade with her bare heel, aggressively:
  - For the Tsarist Empire!
  The warriors continued to strike and pound. They were so full of energy. They fired at each other and crushed the advancing samurai.
  He has already killed thousands, tens of thousands of Japanese.
  And the defeated samurai run away... The girls are really lethal against them.
  And the Russians, with bayonets, cut up the samurai...
  The assault is repelled. And new Russian troops are landing on the coast. The beachhead is expanding. Not bad for the Tsarist Empire, of course. One victory after another. And Admiral Makarov will also be helping with his guns, sweeping away the Japanese.
  And now Russian troops are already advancing across Japan. And their avalanche is unstoppable. They are hacking at the enemy and stabbing them with bayonets.
  Natasha, attacking the samurai and cutting them with sabers, sings:
  - White wolves form a pack! Only then will the race survive!
  And how he throws a grenade with his bare toes!
  Zoya sings along, with fierce aggression. And, kicking her bare feet, she too sings something unique and powerful:
  -The weak perish, they are killed! Protecting sacred flesh!
  Augustine, shooting at the enemy, chopping with sabers, and throwing grenades with her bare toes, squeals:
  - There is a war in the lush forest, threats are coming from everywhere!
  Svetlana, firing and throwing gifts of death with her bare feet, took and squealed:
  - But we always defeat the enemy! White wolves salute the heroes!
  And the girls sing in chorus, destroying the enemy, throwing the deadly with their bare feet:
  - In the holy war! Victory will be ours! Forward the imperial flag! Glory to the fallen heroes!
  And again the girls shoot and sing with a deafening howl:
  - No one can stop us! No one can defeat us! The white wolves are crushing the enemy! The white wolves salute the heroes!
  The girls walk and run... And the Russian army moves towards Tokyo. And the Japanese die, and they are mowed down. The Russian army moves. And one victory after another.
  And then they have a few adventures, and Anastasia, too, with a battalion of barefoot girls. And Skobelev is right there.
  So it made sense to conquer Japan entirely. And troops were transferred to the mother country.
  The girls and their battalion engaged the samurai on land. The girls met the samurai with well-aimed shots, sabers, and grenades thrown with their bare feet.
  Beautiful Natasha threw a lemon with her bare foot and squealed:
  - For the Tsar and the Fatherland!
  And fired at the Japanese.
  The magnificent Zoya also threw a grenade with her bare toes and squealed:
  - For the First-Called Rus'!
  And she also nailed the samurai.
  Then the red-haired Augustine gave a slap and squealed:
  - Glory to the Mother Queen!
  And it also pierced the enemy.
  Anastasia also struck, launching a whole barrel of explosives with her bare feet, scattering the Japanese far and wide:
  - Glory to Rus'!
  And Svetlana fired. She swept away the Japanese and delivered a devastating lemon with her bare heels.
  She shouted at the top of her lungs:
  - To new frontiers!
  Natasha took a jab at the Japanese and squealed:
  - For eternal Rus'!
  And she also chopped at the samurai:
  Excellent Zoya took it upon herself to hit the Japanese. She threw a grenade at the enemy with her bare foot and squealed:
  - For a united and indivisible tsarist empire!
  And the girl whistled. It was obvious the teenager had grown much larger: high breasts, a narrow waist, and fleshy hips. She already had the figure of a mature, muscular, healthy, and strong woman. And her face was so youthful. With difficulty, the girl suppressed the urge to make love. Just let them caress. And better yet, with another girl; at least she wouldn't take her virginity.
  Cool Zoya nimbly tosses grenades at the Japanese with her bare feet. And she's quite successful.
  Augustina is a very redhead and also very beautiful. And in general, the girls in the battalion are so wonderful, simply the highest quality.
  Augustine throws a grenade with her bare foot and chirps:
  - Let Great Russia be glorious!
  And it also spins.
  What girls, what beauties!
  Anastasia is also jumping around. She's a big girl-two meters tall and weighs one hundred and thirty kilograms. She's not fat, though, with sculpted muscles and the rump of a draft horse. She loves men very much. She dreams of having a child. But so far, it hasn't worked out. Many are simply afraid of her. And she's a very aggressive girl.
  It's not her men who ask, but she who brazenly pursues them. Without shame or embarrassment.
  CHAPTER No 5.
  Meanwhile, Volka Rybachenko was training German pilots in aerial combat in Africa. It was warm, despite being December, and the young soldier's spirits were high. Meanwhile, he continued writing:
  In one of the alternate universes, created by the fecal demiurges, the course of World War II was altered by a shift in priorities. Instead of futile work on the Maus and Lion, Hitler's designers created the E-10 and E-25 self-propelled guns, launching them into production. These vehicles featured a low silhouette, were compact, easy to manufacture, and were well-armed yet mobile. And since the best German designers worked on these self-propelled guns, they turned out even better than in real history.
  Already during the Battle of Kursk, thanks to the latest self-propelled guns, the Germans avoided defeat and were able to hold the front line. The E-10 is just a meter and twenty centimeters tall, weighs ten tons, and has a 400-horsepower engine. Its frontal armor is 82 millimeters thick, its side armor is 52 millimeters thick, and its 75-millimeter gun has a barrel length of 48 EL. That's the E-10. The E-25 also turned out to be similar, with two crew members in a prone position. Its frontal armor is 100 millimeters thick and steeply sloped, its side armor is 60 millimeters thick, its gun is like the Panther's 75-millimeter caliber, its barrel length is 70 E, and its engine produces 600 horsepower, weighing eighteen tons. These are the powerful vehicles Hitler created in this alternative version.
  The Nazis weren't able to win, but they held the front. And it was very difficult. The front line stabilized, although the fighting dragged on until late autumn. Then winter arrived. Soviet troops attempted to advance in the center, but to no avail, and in the Leningrad area, too, they failed to penetrate the Nazi defenses. And again in the south. But new, sophisticated self-propelled guns allowed them to repel Soviet attacks. And for the first time during the winter, the Nazis did not lose ground. And then spring arrived. Stalin didn't stand still. The USSR had new T-34-85 tanks, which were more powerful than the previous ones, and the IS-2, a very formidable machine. But the German self-propelled guns were still of superior quality. Moreover, the E-25 modification appeared with an 88-millimeter cannon and a 71-liter barrel, along with 120-millimeter thick, heavily sloped frontal armor and 82-millimeter thick side armor. It's also a cool vehicle. It's a bit heavier at 26 tons, but the 700-horsepower engine more than makes up for it.
  And the Soviet troops couldn"t resist such a self-propelled gun.
  In the spring, the Red Army unsuccessfully attempted an offensive. And in June, the Allies landed in Normandy. But they were routed there. More than half a million were taken prisoner. And the Soviets' attempted major offensive, first in the center and then at the Kursk Bulge, ended in defeat. The Nazis even took Kursk, breaking through to Vyazma in the center. In the fall, Soviet troops struggled to stabilize the front line.
  Meanwhile, Roosevelt lost the US presidential election. A Republican came to power, declaring that the war in Europe was none of America's business and ending Lend-Lease. Churchill also declared that he would not fight without America. And the de facto allies froze military operations against the Third Reich.
  Hitler was growing ever stronger. Jet aircraft were developing, although the ME-262 was still imperfect. But for the USSR, the Arado jet bombers, which could bomb cities and military targets with virtual impunity, became a major problem. Soviet fighters simply couldn't catch them. And it's difficult to hit such a fast-moving target with anti-aircraft guns.
  The Red Army was a long way from jet aircraft. True, the Yak-3 had appeared, but due to the cessation of Lend-Lease supplies, the USSR lacked high-quality duralumin, and the Yak-9 remained the main, most-produced aircraft. And the LA-7, a decent aircraft, was also not very common. The end of Lend-Lease was a very painful matter. The Nazis had problems with jet fighters, so they couldn't completely replace propeller-driven fighters. But the TA-152, for example, was a very successful evolution of the Focke-Wulf, and if mass-produced, it could have achieved air superiority.
  It's worth noting that the ME-109K was also a very powerful aircraft, with three 30mm cannons each and two 15mm cannons. Such powerful armament allowed the Germans to dominate the air.
  Especially since the second front had disappeared and there was no need to be distracted by the western sector. And this, it must be said, was great for the Germans, but bad for the USSR. Then the Nazis won in Sweden, and it entered the war on Germany's side. In May 1945, an offensive began in the north, bypassing Murmansk from the south, and simultaneously in the south, towards Voronezh. The E-50 tank took part in the fighting, a new vehicle with a layout typical of the E series-the engine and transmission together and transversely, with the gearbox on the engine. A very brutal vehicle. The frontal armor of the hull is like that of the Tiger-2: the upper hull is 150 mm thick, the lower hull is steeply sloped. However, the side armor was made slightly thicker at 100 mm, to ensure that the 76 mm gun would be reliably penetrated, and given the rational armor scaling, the 85 mm gun would also be able to penetrate it. The engine, when boosted, accelerated to 1,200 horsepower, weighing fifty tons. The turret sides were also 100 millimeters thick and sloped. The turret front was 185 centimeters thick, plus an armor mantlet.
  It balanced the tank's long barrel with an 88-millimeter caliber and a 100-degree muzzle length. That's how powerful it is. There's no way to resist it. The USSR's only response was the IS-3, a tank with better frontal and turret protection, but more complex to manufacture and three tons heavier with the same chassis. It wasn't very common, but the Nazis quickly put the E-50 into mass production and named it the Panther-3.
  The car is very practical for a breakthrough.
  Of course, work on the Tiger-3, which was supposed to be the E-75, was also underway, and it was also trimmed down, making it lower in profile and more compact. The resulting vehicle weighed seventy tons, with armor thickness of 200 millimeters on the front of the hull, sloped at a depth of 0.5 degrees, virtually impenetrable by all Soviet anti-tank weapons. The hull sides were 170 millimeters thick, sloped, and few could penetrate them. The turret front was 252 millimeters thick, sloped, offering excellent protection, while the sides, like the rear, were 160 millimeters thick. The armament was a 128-millimeter, 57-caliber, very powerful cannon. It had a powerful, destructive, high-explosive effect.
  The driving characteristics are somewhat worse given the weight of seventy tons, the engine is the same as in the Panther-3, but still acceptable.
  Both tanks, however, had only just entered production. Meanwhile, the E-25 self-propelled gun was very common, easy to produce, and had excellent frontal protection. And thanks to its speed, it can handle gusts. So the Nazis are riding high. Meanwhile, the USSR is facing serious problems.
  A breakthrough in both the south and north. This is the kind of move that would put the Soviet troops on a protracted trajectory. Meanwhile, the center remains quiet. The Nazis' primary need is Caucasian oil, and the center's defenses are too strong, their engineering capabilities too advanced.
  But the offensive continues. Fierce fighting has erupted for Voronezh.
  A team of Soviet girls fights in a SU-100. It's a decent vehicle, and since development of the T-54 stalled, and the 85mm guns are weak against the E-series, the vehicle is becoming more common. It might even become more common than the T-34. It's a good vehicle for defense.
  Elena is barefoot already, it's June, and it's hot in this part of Voronezh, and she's wearing a bikini. And the other girls are practically naked. It's great.
  Elizaveta giggled as she fired a shell at a T-4, a vehicle that had been discontinued only recently-so advanced that it had remained in production for a long time. But it was weak, and it was penetrated.
  The girl noted:
  - Tomorrow marks four years since the war began! And there's no end to it!
  Catherine said with a sigh:
  - Soon we will be singing like...
  Euphrosyne sang:
  The fifth year in war and darkness,
  Evil Fritzes are like dogs...
  All reserves are thrown into battle,
  Mountains of corpses are growing!
  And the girls are shooting again, this time at the Panther. The better-protected Panther-2's birth and mass production didn't happen for a number of reasons. And so the Soviet machine fires. And even penetrates the outdated tank from a fairly long distance. It was much harder to penetrate the Panther-3, and the Tiger-3 can't even penetrate the SU-100's frontal area at point-blank range. Penetrating the side would be far more difficult. And only at very close range, and even then, it's not a sure thing.
  Elena noted:
  - For now, we have outdated models at the breakthrough point, but this will be extremely cool.
  And the E-25 really did go into battle, and not alone. It can hit you from a long distance. And its frontal armor is so thick that it's not easy for a Sukhoi to penetrate. After all, it's 120 millimeters thick, sloped very efficiently.
  The girls are very beautiful and shoot accurately, hitting their opponents with great precision. And they have seductive legs.
  These are such wonderful warriors. They have beautiful figures and luxurious hips. And their legs are very seductive.
  The SU-100 shoots and hits hard...
  The girls doused themselves with perfume, and it literally choked them and made them dizzy.
  And Anastasia Vedmakova fights in the sky. She's a good girl and a true witch. It must be said that she's a bloodthirsty warrior.
  Anastasia was Beria's mistress. And she was very successful at it.
  And such a wonderful beauty.
  And he shoots down German planes in his Yak-9. It has a 37mm cannon. And it was fired from a great distance and fired with colossal force. That's incredibly cool. These fighters aren't that tough.
  The witch girl hit and shot and sang.
  Well, I'm so cool, barefoot,
  Like General Zhukov...
  And then the car is wind-up,
  I punched the Fritzes in the face!
  That's how loud she is. The Nazis' main fighters are still propeller-driven - the TA-152 and ME-109M; they're fast and have very powerful armament. There's also the light HE-162 - a very maneuverable and fast fighter. But it's difficult to fly. Although good... it's not very common. The ME-262 is quite active, and it's used to treat childhood illnesses.
  The best are, of course, jet bombers-they're truly a strength and a problem for the Red Army. How they torment Soviet defenses. And this is an extremely aggressive policy.
  But the USSR is being destroyed with deadly force.
  It's hard to find an antidote against jet bombers. And the Nazis also want to involve Turkey in the war. The Ottomans are desperate for revenge for their previous defeats. And they've already declared a general mobilization. So, the USSR is in dire straits, it must be said.
  True, Beria carried out a special operation, handing over twenty tons of gold to the Turks to keep them from attacking for now. And it worked for a while.
  But the situation at the front is still very dire. The Nazis are clearly stronger. Together with the Swedes, they were able, for example, to cut off Murmansk from the mainland and cut up Karelia.
  The situation on the northern flank seemed critical. True, the fighting for Voronezh had dragged on. And the Germans failed to take it at the end of June. So they turned south. This was a more powerful move. But the Germans were advancing along the Don. There was a chance to hold the line beyond the river. This would have been extremely advantageous for Stalin. He could have relied on a protracted defense and worn down the Nazis.
  But the Führer was counting heavily on an air offensive. The TA-400, for example, could bomb factories in the Urals and beyond. And that was truly an extremely serious threat. Which is to say, it worked out very poorly.
  The Germans had missiles, too, but they were too expensive and not very effective. Why would they bombard Moscow with them? What about other ideas?
  Jet bombers are of course better.
  Well, the USSR is also looking for an answer. But jet aircraft are still a long way off. The T-54 tank isn't ready yet either. The IS-4 is in the works, but it's still just a project, and it's too heavy. Other problems. What else can be done?
  There are many ideas, including developing laser weapons. But they're not a panacea.
  Britain is still passive, and so is the US. You can buy some things from them with gold, but only in limited quantities.
  Copying the B-29 is a good idea. The war with Japan is still going on, and you could get your hands on that machine. But it was cool and aggressive. There will be counter-tanks for tanks. And the SU-100 looks like a piece of cake in this situation.
  The Germans, meanwhile, are moving south. Their most common vehicle is the E-25, and this self-propelled gun is so successful that it has become a workhorse.
  Indeed, its protection is good even against the IS-2, and you still have to be able to hit its low silhouette. And it can penetrate almost anything, except maybe the IS-3 head-on, but that vehicle isn't the most widely produced and is quite difficult to produce.
  But the movement continues along the Don River, into its bend.
  A detachment of pioneers decided to give battle to Hitler's armies.
  A pair of boy buglers blew the trumpet. And the children in shorts began digging trenches. They worked energetically with shovels. The tanned boys and girls pressed their bare soles against the edges of the shovels.
  At the same time, the children were ready to accept the fight.
  The pioneer boy Timur exclaimed:
  - We will stand firm for our Motherland!
  And the young warrior took and blew the horn.
  The girl Marinka took it and exclaimed:
  - May the light be with us! And faith in communism!
  And the young warrior raised her hand in a pioneer salute. That was amazing. This whole barefoot, tanned team.
  Timur worked, and at the same time, he thought. What if his word, Malchish-Kibalchish, were caught by the Germans and interrogated? For example, a Nazi executioner would hoist the boy onto the rack and beat him on his bare legs with a whip laced with barbed wire and steel. How painful that would probably be. But Malchish-Kibalchish would laugh in his face and spit on the fascist's face. That was his strong decision. Although it would be the child's body that suffers.
  Timur asked the pioneer who was digging a hole nearby:
  - What do you think, Seryozhka, if the fascists took me prisoner, would I survive?
  The boy in shorts and a red tie replied:
  - I think so!
  Timur frowned and asked:
  - What if they start burning your bare heels with a hot iron?
  Seryozhka answered confidently:
  - Well, even then I think I would have resisted!
  The girl Katya exclaimed:
  "It's better not to have such an experience! I ran barefoot across the coals, and even though my soles were rough, I still got blisters and it hurt!"
  The girl Tanya nodded:
  - Yes, the coals are a bit painful, although I tried to walk without shoes almost all year round, only in severe frost I wore felt boots!
  Timur nodded:
  - Yes, you can walk barefoot in the snow if it's not too cold and sunny. The main thing is to keep moving... For the last two years, I've been running without shoes at all. And you know, you can! Yes, in freezing temperatures, as long as you don't stand still!
  The pioneer boy Sasha noted:
  - It would be good to grease your feet with oil, then the snow won"t burn so much!
  The girl Alice giggled and noted:
  - But it's summer now! And fighting without shoes is great fun!
  The boys and girls were cheerful and began to sing, baring their teeth:
  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!
  So they sang beautifully and dug trenches. But the fighting continued, and then Hitler's attack aircraft came on the attack. These were mostly TA-152s, a fairly successful attack fighter with powerful armament and armor. And they were quite energetic. But the German jet attack aircraft, while not yet perfect and not particularly stable, were fast, but often crashed. They were still being improved, and this had to be done.
  But then the child soldiers, their bare feet and round heels flashing, ran away. And hid. And began firing anti-aircraft machine guns at the Nazis.
  And the kids are pretty good at shooting. But the Nazi stormtroopers have pretty good armor. And it's not that easy to take them out with a machine gun. We need aircraft cannons. And who's going to give them to kids? And the machine guns are only called anti-aircraft; in reality, they're outdated Maximal guns. Which the kids simply fixed up so they could fire.
  But Timur is not discouraged. And he says:
  - We will still win. Even if we retreat to the Urals!
  Oleg objected:
  "If we lose Caucasian oil, it will be very difficult to win! Besides, we need a technological response to the enemy. And that would be really cool if the weapons were simple, cheap, and effective!"
  The girl Svetka noticed:
  "It's very difficult to combine simplicity and effectiveness! It's like the crane in the fairy tale - he pulled out his nose, but his tail got stuck; he pulled out his tail, but his nose got stuck!"
  The pioneer boy Sasha answered:
  - But the Germans managed to create a weapon that was both relatively simple and mass-produced, I mean the E-25, which became a real nightmare for us!
  Timur responded with fury:
  "But the Nazis will get their asses kicked, no matter what! And we must win, otherwise we face annihilation!"
  Oleg remarked with a sweet look:
  - Or slavery, which is even worse than destruction!
  The girl Lara suggested:
  "Maybe we should make a more powerful anti-aircraft gun? It'll be hard to hit with it, though!"
  The boy Pavel answered with a grin:
  "Building an anti-aircraft gun is a good idea! But that's not enough! And how are we supposed to do it? There are no clues."
  It's true that you can't make an anti-aircraft gun out of planks.
  The Nazis have various developments in aviation. One of them is the XE-377, a very powerful machine with ten cannons, capable of hitting both ground and air targets. A very dangerous thing indeed.
  There it flew overhead. It passed at low altitude and then sped on.
  Timur noted with a smile:
  - These are various enemy fences! The enemy, as we see, is capable of something!
  Oleg agreed:
  - Unfortunately, too much can be too much! But we really will take it upon ourselves to respond to the enemy!
  The boy Sasha answered:
  - With a big twist! It'll be a chess game!
  Then the girl Lara asked Timur:
  - Do you think God exists or does he not?
  The boy commander replied:
  - According to Lenin, no! What do you doubt?
  The girl asked with a smile:
  - And how then did the universe, our Earth, and the planets on it arise?
  Timur answered with a smile:
  The universe isn't something static. It's in constant motion, changing form. And it was through this process of evolution that our Earth, along with animals, plants, and other species, arose!
  The girl Masha nodded:
  - Yes, life is a continuous struggle! Just like all of evolution, both plants and animals in it!
  The girl Alice noticed:
  - If there were a single, almighty God, he would have brought order long ago, as Stalin did!
  Oleg replied:
  "And if God gives us free will, so that we won't be puppets! We should understand that too! So that we can develop and there will be science and progress!"
  Timur remarked with a smile:
  "Now this is lofty stuff! Well, tell me, would a responsible leader allow such chaos in the world? And the Nazi dominance on our planet?"
  Oleg answered logically:
  "If God had intervened from the very beginning, Hitler would never have existed! But then our heroic deeds would never have happened either! But this way, there is the possibility of heroic struggle and personal development!"
  Alice noticed:
  - Does that sound logical? Would we know light without shadow?
  The boy Seryozhka giggled and remarked:
  - But this shadow is so deadly! I wish I could live forever and be young!
  Timur logically noted:
  "It's too early to think about that! At least for us! And in principle, it's possible to live forever. Just not by the power of God, but thanks to the advancement of science!"
  Oleg remarked with a smile:
  The theoretical existence of the Creator of the Universe as a personal being is possible, but why should we believe the biblical version? After all, there are no serious arguments other than biblical prophecies. However, firstly, not all prophecies can be verified-they weren't made retroactively by cunning Jews. Secondly, the mere presence of people with clairvoyant abilities among the authors of the Bible proves nothing.
  Timur nodded in agreement:
  "It really doesn't prove it! But on the other hand, I personally don't like the idea that the Bible wasn't written by our people. Lenin said that God was invented to keep the lower classes in subjection. And that really does sound very close to the truth!"
  The girl Olga logically noted:
  "Yes, on the one hand, that's true. You can keep the masses in line by using the words of the Apostle Paul: 'Slaves, obey your masters, not only the good, but also the evil!'"
  Oleg added:
  - Moreover, there is another legend that reveals various ways for rich people and noble persons to enrich themselves and save themselves more than for the poor. Even if they lead a dissolute lifestyle!
  The girl Masha sang:
  Sin and repent, Repent and sin again,
  Repentance for sin, for the salvation of the soul!
  CHAPTER No 6.
  The boys and girls hid in various crevices, bunkers, and dugouts. And to cheer themselves up, they sang:
  Berlin is almost under our control,
  I couldn't believe it, but it came true...
  We retreated with our entire broken unit,
  We could hardly contain our youthful anger!
  
  Now, brothers, know this, the will was fighting,
  What we saw only in our youthful dreams!
  The Lord showed mercy to us who fell, too,
  Through binoculars we see the damned Reichstag...
  
  We fought bravely with the despotic authorities,
  After all, the demon rules the world like a king,
  I hope there will be peace and happiness soon;
  Then, holy Christ, rule wisely!
  
  What did the fighters do with the crackling lyre,
  It cannot be said in simple human words,
  The tragedy of the great Shakespeare,
  Which I will describe in my poems!
  
  Do not make an idol, there is a commandment,
  But serve your Motherland, I tell you.
  Russia introduced communism to the world,
  He is the throne of the Heavenly King!
  
  Love God with your heart, with your mind,
  There won't be, know that you'll have problems then.
  The Fatherland will give you forgiveness, soldier -
  She became a family to all people.
  
  Let's not remember what happened before,
  Our people are kind, warm-hearted and vulnerable.
  But the Wehrmacht stuck its pig's snout in our faces,
  Then we decided - we will rot the Fritzes!
  
  From hell there are only cascades of burning dust,
  I want it sooner - the desire for change,
  But the Nazis defeated us in battle,
  And now the blood is splashing from the veins like a fountain!
  
  But my head is not a copper kettle,
  The wisdom of the people boils within it.
  What the Fuhrer accidentally forgot about us,
  Came across armor and a monolith!
  
  He thought he would quickly close the holes.
  I wanted to get some land and slaves!
  But the Russian spirit was released from the bottle,
  When the sword is scary even for boys!
  
  We are eaglets - boys and girls,
  And now we strike the Wehrmacht like a scythe!
  We are greyhounds running - just know the foals,
  And we swim, we envy - burbot!
  
  Fascism set out on a very long march -
  I managed to reach the outskirts of Moscow,
  The outcome, however, was sad;
  He is where the legions are - Satan!
  
  There is no eternal sorrow in our Fatherland,
  And there is no limit to the valor of eagles...
  Let's rise from sea to sea!
  The real nightmare, the hellish dreams, will go away!
  
  Life takes the exam strictly,
  Fortune is fickle, always...
  A simple boy, barefoot,
  But in my head there is a dream!
  
  He is almost a child in the test-
  I recently tied a red tie.
  But ahead lies the fierce torment of war,
  And the fiery shaft of hell!
  
  He wanted to build the world himself without God,
  It's clear that you can't take care of us!
  But people will have to suffer for a long time,
  Because the work was put into the pies!
  
  For us, Comrade Stalin is the master,
  Here is Hitler, the evil jackal, who attacked us!
  He thought he would come as a winner,
  But suddenly napalm erupted from the sky!
  
  We had to flee to the front, we went AWOL,
  What should you do if you are an adult? Swearing is too weak!
  We weren't friends with cigarettes and vodka,
  And let's throw off the Nazi yoke!
  
  The enemy did not believe in the skills of the pioneers,
  The wolf did not think about running into the hunters,
  But they realized that heroism is without measure,
  Even though they didn"t want to take such youngsters!
  
  The sergeant greeted us with a resounding slap,
  I won't take only the good guys in a yardstick!
  But the fighter boy with the rifle managed it,
  The path of our fathers proved worthy!
  
  About the Motherland as a dear goddess,
  My lips whisper a prayer!
  They fought where both cunning and strength,
  We saddled the Tiger like a horse!
  
  We are the land, you know, Russians,
  United from Kamchatka to Ufa,
  The enemy shells are hitting us hard,
  And weakness is also bitter, alas...
  
  Willows are peeling in the fires with ash
  Let the whirlwinds of this horde pass by in a stream!
  The comrades had to dig graves,
  Planing pine coffins in the frost!
  
  The Fritzes wanted to impose a tribute on us,
  To chain - cruel lawlessness,
  I am a pioneer and now I am accustomed to suffering,
  He went on reconnaissance barefoot, the snowdrift crunching.
  
  But he gave the felt boots to his little sister,
  To avoid undeath - know that you don't deserve it!
  But her laughter is so melodically ringing,
  Warmth flooded my frozen flesh!
  
  Perhaps there will be punishment for unbelief,
  The Lord sent to my homeland...
  But that is His greatness, His calling,
  To answer evil - thank you!
  
  But so what if my fingers turned blue,
  The rascal does not dare to ask for mercy,
  After all, everything is for a half-naked snowstorm -
  That I didn"t want to know Jesus!
  
  In my stubborn head it was as if owls were howling,
  There is no taste even of honey and halva,
  But what are the three hours of Golgotha?
  More than three years of war have passed!
  
  There God may throw us into hell with laughter,
  When there is already Tartarus and hell all around.
  In every village widows cry bitterly,
  In every family, Christ is crucified!
  
  But we have no right to expect mercy,
  Sometimes life is worse than Satan's womb,
  Let my whole kingdom tell,
  How the sons of the country fell into the churchyard!
  
  No, know the glory of the Fuhrer, they cheated us,
  We debunked her to smithereens,
  I survived, I was shell-shocked, wounded by a bullet,
  But fortunately he remained on his feet!
  
  Without bloodshed, know that victory will not come,
  The brothers pulled off such a thing,
  And even a fairy tale twig won"t help,
  We have honestly repaid our debt to Germany!
  
  They returned it, but there was still some left over,
  And the tyrant cockroach died of fear,
  I've grown up, but I'm still a boy,
  The mustache didn't break through, but it's already titanium!
  
  For our valor knows no age,
  The wolf cub is not a boy at all,
  And Abel is not the treacherous brother Cain,
  I'm an adult, and perhaps even too much so,
  
  My eyes were watering, my machine gun was like a log,
  And where did he find courage?
  Like Jesus with his tormented brow...
  After all, the heart became hard as metal!
  
  My homeland is my greatest joy,
  In it, the silver streams are sweeter than honey,
  The Hero Star is the highest award -
  Stalin himself, believe me, handed it to me!
  
  
  He said: we should take an example from people like you,
  If you are a coward, it is better to keep quiet,
  And for the Fatherland there is no more lush garden,
  The fighters are forging the keys to the doors of Eden!
  
  The leader continues - I'm at the ready,
  Ready to fly up into the sky like a frisky falcon!
  But now, brave man, put down your rifle,
  Take your pliers, hammer and get to work!
  
  Well, it is clear that there is no point in stupidity,
  He took the grown-up girl in his arms,
  And he began the work for the glory of communism,
  Build a sailboat and a boat from wood,
  That the cruisers of fascism will not appear,
  We will crush the throats of all these vile bastards,
  Know that the attempts of revanchism will not pass!
  The Great Patriotic War is entering its fifth year, and in July, fighting is raging along practically the entire front line. The Germans, Swedes, and Finns are advancing in the north. They're aiming to take control of the entire Karelian Peninsula and are committing significant forces to the battle. The Swedes have their own, rather unique tanks. They're turretless and have sloped armor. They're quite dangerous little machines. Their barrels can be raised and rotated.
  There are some disadvantages though.
  But these are just details... For example, the working E-25 proves to be very aggressive and dangerous. Although a self-propelled gun is far from perfect. For example, the lack of a rotating turret is a very serious drawback.
  It is impossible to conduct observation fire, which creates problems.
  But Baba Yaga, perched on a mortar, watches the German self-propelled guns advance from above. She's not interfering in anything yet. Because magic and fairy tales are one thing, and real life is another. Just like war, which the evil spirits haven't yet gotten involved in. Neither have the angels, for that matter. Like, let people sort things out for themselves.
  Baba Yaga spun around and sang:
  People love to fight,
  It's not even a sin...
  But Egina doesn't care,
  And believe me, it"s not funny!
  Another, younger Baba Yaga flew up to her on a broom. She whistled and asked:
  - Are the Fritzes putting pressure on you?
  The older Baba Yaga replied:
  - Yes, they are putting pressure on!
  And both representatives of the dark forces began to sing:
  Eh Hitler, Eh Hitler, Eh Hitler the goat,
  Why did you, ass, come to your Fatherland?
  You'll get it from us, right in the snout,
  You'll run into Eginya's strong fist!
  Yes, evil spirits can show various ways here. But Hitler himself was familiar with occult powers. For example, various research projects are being conducted on this topic. In particular, the spirit of Rasputin has even been summoned.
  And so the vampire took off above the pines. He can flutter, after all. Although flying is an amazing ability. And he says with a smile:
  - Well, beauties Eginis, maybe we should give the Nazis a Kuken-Kvaken?
  The older Baba Yaga objected:
  - We do not interfere in human wars, with rare exceptions!
  Then a noise was heard, and a rather funny-looking, perfectly preserved old woman, holding a rat, was racing along on a vacuum cleaner. She spun and bounced on her flying machine.
  The younger Baba Yaga asked:
  - Well, old lady Shapoklyak, you seemed to want to help the USSR?
  The woman with the rat flying on the vacuum cleaner growled:
  - Not an old woman, just Shapoklyak! I have all my own teeth and they are very sharp.
  I just carried out such a sabotage against the Nazis, it was simply terrifying!
  The vampire asked with a grin:
  - And what did you do to them? Did you put a rat under the caterpillars or something?
  Shapoklyak nodded:
  "That's right, a rat! I made several hundred magical clones of my Lariska, and they chewed through the treads of tanks and self-propelled guns. So, the forward movement of the fascist troops on one section of the front has been stopped!"
  The elder Baba Yaga giggled and noted:
  "Stopping the Nazis is a good thing, but... We fairy-tale creatures are forbidden from interfering in the war, even on the right side. Humans must deal with the enemy's evil spirits themselves!"
  Shapoklyak spun around and noted:
  - Maybe you're right! Anyone who helps people is wasting their time! You can't become famous by doing good deeds!
  And the mischievous old lady on the vacuum cleaner began to gain altitude in order to move into a fairytale dimension.
  And the war continued with wild abandon. At one point, the Nazis' tank and self-propelled gun columns were damaged by old woman Shapoklyak. And their tracks were urgently repaired. Or replaced with new ones. And that was great.
  But now new machines are entering the fray. This is truly serious.
  The Nazis are advancing south. Katyushas and Andryusha rockets are pounding them. And they're doing it quite energetically. But the Nazis are responding with gas projectors. And they're firing hard and with a vengeance.
  This is truly a battlefield. Earth and metal are burning. Everything is literally crumbling.
  This is what a tug-of-war looks like. More accurately, a boxing match.
  The Germans are trying to reduce losses by throwing vehicles and assault aircraft into the battle. Their E-series tanks are better suited for breakthroughs, but they are still few in number. The E-25 self-propelled gun is good, but the lack of a rotating turret creates problems in attack. It's not a tank at all, but a self-propelled gun, which is a lot of work to operate, and to fire at the side, it must rotate its entire hull.
  Which of course reduces her effectiveness in attack, but makes her very strong in defense.
  Gerda and her crew are riding in a Panther-3. It's a pretty decent vehicle. Its modification allows it to penetrate all tanks, except perhaps the IS-3's front turret, but that tank is quite rare.
  The girl is riding along and singing:
  - We girls are attacking,
  Enemies all day long...
  And we rhyme the verse jokingly,
  We're not too lazy to shoot accurately!
  Charlotte notes with a sweet look:
  - We're certainly not too lazy to shoot! Maybe we'll take it and sing something.
  And the girl took it and fired with her bare toes, pressing the button, and another Soviet howitzer flipped over. And its barrels literally fell apart.
  Yes, that's right, it was a monster with two barrels. The Panther-3 is good in every way, even its side armor is decent; a hundred millimeters of sloped armor gives it a chance to deflect even an 85-millimeter shell from the T-34-85, the most widely produced Soviet tank.
  It should be noted that the formidable IS-3 doesn't fare so well in mass production in practice. Its armor seams often come apart while moving, and even in wartime conditions-like a pike's snout-it's very difficult to weld. However, it's the only vehicle capable of posing problems for the Panther-3, primarily due to the durability of its armor and frontal protection. Furthermore, while the IS-3's cannons can't penetrate the German tank head-on, due to the high destructive power of its shells, they can inflict damage without penetrating the armor.
  The girls are quite audacious, I must say. They even fire projectiles into Soviet vehicles while they're moving, since they have hydrostabilizers. Serious girls, I'd say.
  When they tortured a young pioneer, they dripped acid onto the naked body of a thirteen-year-old boy. It was very cruel. Then a horrible death awaited the young pioneer: German girls skewered him and roasted him alive over a large fire. Then they peppered him and began to eat him. Other soldiers of the Third Reich were also given the boy's tender, juicy flesh. And if they didn't choke, they didn't.
  And now they're firing at Soviet troops. They can penetrate a T-34-85 at long range, causing the vehicle to burn and explode. That's a real stinger. True, the barrel is a bit long; they even transport it disassembled on trains. But the shell hits hard. And the armor just sprays.
  Charlotte, the red-haired girl, licked her lips. Her shell had just pierced an SU-100, and that vehicle is quite dangerous. And it needs to be penetrated from a long distance; it can take out a Panther-3 in the side, and even the front can be dangerous at close range. Although, the German vehicle has armor on both the turret and upper hull that's impenetrable for either the SU or the IS. Still, the IS-100 in particular is capable of causing damage. Their shells have powerful, high-explosive fire.
  Christina, the red-haired girl cooed:
  - The first thawed patch - Stalin's funeral!
  And she fired at the enemy, using her bare toes. What a girl! Her hair is a mixture of copper and gold. A magnificent girl, truly capable of great things.
  And Magda is a modest beauty. She also enjoys brutality. For example, when she interrogates boys, she presses pieces of hot iron against their bare feet. And then there's such a delicious smell-like roasting pig.
  All four girls sing:
  - We will go into battle boldly,
  For the power of the fascists...
  And we will grind it into powder,
  All communists!
  These are the kind of girls-honor and praise to them. And what don't they do? Remarkable warriors. They can demonstrate unquestionable skill.
  The Panther-3 is a nearly IMBA tank in terms of both performance and combat capabilities.
  The Tiger-3 is also a tough machine. It has excellent frontal protection. And its gun is 128 millimeters. It can easily take down an IS-3, at least at close range. And it's not so easy to penetrate even the side - its 170 millimeters of sloped armor. You could say it's a deadly machine. And the high explosive effect of its shell is devastating.
  Soviet troops fear this Tiger. They even call it the "Imperial Tiger." A very dangerous thing indeed.
  And it crushes Soviet soldiers with its tracks... And how can the USSR respond?
  And there are planes in the sky. Here are two Nazi pilots, Albina and Alvina, in TA-152 attack aircraft, as Soviet troops batter them. They fire both cannons and rockets. They're not girls, they're monsters.
  Albina sings:
  Cursed and ancient,
  The enemy swears again...
  Rub me,
  Grind into powder,
  But the angel does not sleep,
  And everything will be alright....
  And everything will end well!
  Upper March has come to Moscow with blood!
  Alvina noted, pounding at ground targets:
  - We really can do a lot! And our legs are so good!
  And the warrior laughed. She remembered how captured soldiers kissed their bare soles. It looked funny. And then they hung a boy, about fourteen years old, upside down. And began roasting his muscular, tanned body with torches. The young Soviet soldier roared. It was painful for him. And the girls roasted him. Then they sprinkled him with pepper and salt. The boy died from the shock of the pain.
  And they ate it, both the Wehrmacht boys and girls. They used a knife to cut the meat off the ribs. And Albina tried a leg and really liked it. That's the kind of girls they are. Cannibalism is held in high esteem among them. Human flesh tastes like pork, and the boys like piglet-they like that.
  Albina and Alvina again fired lethal rockets and sang, baring their teeth:
  White wolves gather in a pack,
  Only then will the family survive...
  The weak perish, they are killed,
  Cleansing the sacred blood!
  And they set a Soviet dryer on fire with aircraft cannons. This is the lethal effect of combat specimens.
  They're pounding the roofs of Soviet vehicles. They don't even give them a chance to breathe. And the Soviet troops are firing machine guns, trying to shoot them down. That's the kind of duel we have here. And the Soviet troops are trying to counter with something. One idea is to borrow the German Luftfaust. That is, firing recoilless rifles into the air, Katyusha-style. At close range, a German plane can certainly be shot down. But you still have to figure out how to make it happen.
  Soviet troops are suffering heavy losses from air strikes. Fires are breaking out in the rear. What a bloody impact. And the bombs are still raining down.
  Jet bombers are very effective. The German Ju-488 propeller-driven bomber, barely out of production, was already obsolete compared to the Arado series. Or the TA-152, also a formidable aircraft. Or the TA-400, which was redesigned with jet engines. And it's capable of bombing the entire USSR. Now that's the kind of impact that kills. Bombs rain down on Soviet cities and military installations. It's simply deadly destruction.
  The Ju-488, however, is a decent four-engine bomber. Its smaller wing area allows it to reach speeds of up to 700 kilometers per hour, making it impossible for Soviet fighters to catch it. It's truly powerful.
  And the female pilots sit in the cockpit and have a perfect view. And they have bulletproof glass on all sides. And they themselves are wearing only bikinis and barefoot. Their sweet little faces are grinning and laughing. Now that's what girls are like. They drop bombs from a great distance. Which makes an extremely deadly impression.
  Warriors are the real deal. They love a boy's silliness, though. But you don't have to burn him with fire. You can do it politely, intelligently, like tickle him with goose feathers. I must say, that's quite cool. Look at those twelve-year-old Pioneers, naked, their little heels, and you tickle them with a feather. The boy laughs at first. Then it hurts, and he groans. And that's no joke. You can even tickle a child to death, using his heels and armpits. Which, let's just say, is what the female pilots like. You can learn a lot by interrogating them intelligently. And they're quite good at it.
  And now they're dropping such devastating bombs on Soviet troops. They're literally demolishing buildings and creating craters. That's devastating. And they're, let's say, aggressive fighters.
  But Anastasia Vedmakova, a Soviet pilot, has a unique sense of humor. And she can shoot down Nazis with a 37mm cannon. Just let them get her way. This girl is, let's say, lethal.
  And with her bare feet, she drives and pounds with great energy. Not a girl, but a real Terminator.
  She fought back in the Civil War. More precisely, back in the Crimean War, during the reign of Nicholas I. The barefoot girl went on reconnaissance missions, planted mines for the British and French, and blew up warehouses. She was so beautiful, so pretty, and had a red head. And she could sing. Moreover, she sang not only in Russian, but also in English, French, and Turkish. A real firecracker, so to speak. And during the war, she managed to receive all four degrees of the St. George Cross, including the gold and ribbon versions.
  If it had been a girl in Port Arthur, the fortress would never have fallen. She was capable of such things, after all. Especially when she grew up. But higher powers prevented her from fully developing. Even now, her magical powers are limited. Because the USSR must fight without magic.
  Well, if there's no magic involved, Anastasia Vedmakova gets all worked up. And the ME-262 bursts into flames and crashes. Engulfed in flames, it goes into a nosedive. And the Terminator girl, bouncing on her bare, tanned, muscular legs, squeals:
  - And I'm such a tough woman, I'll bury all the fascists in a bag!
  And then he bursts into laughter. And he fires again, riddling the enemy with bullets.
  And another girl, Akulina Orlova, went and cooed:
  - In the name of the ideas of communism! May the bald Fuhrer die!
  And she, too, pressed the lever with her bare toes, sending out a deadly, annihilating gift. Now that's a girl for real.
  Even Hitler's plane fell apart.
  And the girls, I must say, are wonderful and slender. You could even say gorgeous. And toned. And they have slabs of abs on their stomachs. And they look like chocolate bars. What beautiful stoles! Their legs are distinguished by their shape and grace, and a remarkable magnificence. Not warriors, but simply marvels. They have charm, grace, and wonderful balance. They are, as the saying goes, ladies who can stop and ride a horse.
  Margarita Magnitnaya is also in flight. She uses the plane to strike both ground and air targets. She's quite the girl...
  By the way, the three Soviet beauties also really enjoy torturing prisoners. And especially forcing them to kiss their bare feet. And before doing so, they step in manure. So the men wouldn't enjoy it, but rather would be disgusted and wouldn't enjoy it...
  And flogging a captured Nazi with nettles is a great pleasure. True, Soviet women had a moral compass and didn't torture women and children. There weren't many boys in the Wehrmacht, though their numbers were growing. But the Nazis mainly used European countries to recruit men. And there were plenty of people there. And then there were the local population.
  In addition, the fascists usually break through defenses with large masses of armored vehicles, which allows them to reduce losses in personnel.
  CHAPTER No 7.
  After a series of battles, Soviet troops retreated beyond the Don River, turning it into a natural barrier. The Germans attempted to advance from the Taman Peninsula, but even there they faced a tenacious defense. Behind-the-scenes diplomatic and intelligence efforts were underway to bring Turkey into the war. Spain increased its volunteer force on the Eastern Front, and Italy also became more active. Japan was still at war with the United States. In August, the Americans failed to develop an atomic bomb. And so the war in the East would be protracted.
  Meanwhile, the Third Reich was trying to increase production of new Panthers and Tigers. The idea of launching the E-100 was also floated, but experience showed that tanks heavier than seventy tons are simply weights, and heavier ones only get in the way. Moreover, the German series was more powerful than Soviet vehicles. And the IS-3 wasn't yet in widespread use.
  In September, the Nazis acquired the more advanced ME-262X, which had swept wings, a speed of up to 1,100 kilometers per hour, and five cannons. But these were only the first prototypes.
  The Germans in the north, together with the Swedes, captured almost the entire peninsula. Murmansk was cut off. It was blockaded. Fighting was still raging in the center.
  The Red Army attempted a counterattack. In October, rains began to fall, and the fighting began to subside.
  Stalin himself was tired by the fifth year of the war. But he couldn't make peace after losing so much territory. Although there were some behind-the-scenes attempts at negotiations, and a reasonable compromise could be found. But both sides understood that this was a war of annihilation.
  The Third Reich's jet aircraft continued to pound Soviet positions. And they weren't so easily stopped.
  Hitler hoped to simply bomb Russia dry. And that included new weapons. The Soviet IS-3 had good frontal protection, but poor visibility, poor handling, and seams that often came apart. So, despite its weak protection, the IS-2 remained in production. They were capable of fighting German tanks and self-propelled guns.
  Even if they have issues with accuracy, rate of fire, and protection. Just like the increasingly fashionable SU-100, which fires more frequently than the IS-2 and is based on the T-34.
  Since the USSR was more defensive than offensive, the Su-30s, which were simpler to produce but better armed, were in high demand.
  The Germans have E-25 self-propelled guns even better than the Su-25s, but without full-fledged tanks with a rotating turret, it is not entirely possible to conduct an offensive.
  Although the Nazis did have some successes, by November the Soviet forces had largely stabilized the front and even attempted a counteroffensive. But the Nazis were holding their ground. In the air, they had a steadily increasing advantage. Huffman brought his tally of downed aircraft to 500 by December, and received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves and Diamonds for 400 aircraft, and the Order of the German Eagle with Diamonds for the jubilee 500th aircraft.
  Albina and Alvina also shot down over three hundred aircraft each, and quickly racked up scores of barefoot girls in bikinis. In terms of combat effectiveness, they were, one might say, perfection-both beautiful and sexy. Hitler personally awarded them the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  The year 1946 arrived. As the saying goes, war is a wicked woman and a bitch. The Germans are increasing the number of ME-262X fighters, and they dominate the skies. There's also the ME-1100 with variable-sweep wings. But it requires highly skilled pilots to fly. And the TA-183 is a more practical aircraft, and it has also entered production.
  The Ju-287, a forward-swept wing designed to reduce Mach number, has also appeared in aviation. It also poses significant problems. But these are still early days, and one might say the aircraft is overkill.
  And the Tailless, a jet-powered bomber capable of even bombing the United States, is about to enter production. And it's also a dangerous machine. It's not easy to handle. And the USSR doesn't have any jet aircraft yet. They haven't entered production. The only one that has appeared is the LA-7, with three aircraft cannons, a kind of response to the powerful Nazi weaponry. But without jet aircraft, it's a mess.
  Leningrad is under siege, and the Nazis are shelling it. But they're not planning an assault. The plan is to encircle it along Lake Ladoga and completely blockade it.
  Despite the winter, the Nazis attacked in this direction, now using the latest Panthers and Tigers en masse. The fighting dragged on. The Soviet troops resisted desperately. The Nazis advanced only thirty kilometers in a month and then stopped. The Tiger, weighing seventy tons, kept getting stuck in the snow.
  The Führer tried to reduce losses and was in no hurry. And bombs continued to rain down on the USSR.
  Factories are going underground... War is like a tug of war.
  Stalin is trying to use his rather strong trump card against the fascists - the partisan movement.
  What is wonderful is everything that leads to victory, to gain the upper hand over the enemy, but the means do not count.
  A fourteen-year-old girl, Lara Mikheiko, was sent on January 30th to commit sabotage and spoil the celebration of Hitler's rise to power by the Nazis.
  The girl walked quite quickly along the snowy road. Winter is no joke. Lara had some shoes, but they were very rough. And during the long journey, her feet had become very sore. So she took off her rough wooden shoes and went barefoot. Her feet were calloused. She went barefoot almost all year round. And I must say, she liked it. It was so light and pleasant, and the soles of her feet hardened very quickly. In spring, summer, and fall, during the war, Lara wore no shoes at all. She even ran barefoot in light snow; she found it more comfortable and agile.
  The bitter January frost isn't so pleasant without shoes. But Lara is a habitual sandal wearer, and most importantly, she doesn't stand still; she practically runs. This keeps her feet from freezing, even though they've turned as red as a goose's feet.
  The girl had bright red hair, which grew out and when the wind blew it spread out like a proletarian banner with which they storm the Winter Palace.
  The girl is dressed in rags, which don't keep her warm. But that's less suspicious. She's already almost a young woman, and people are looking at her. She could easily fail with such a striking appearance and copper-red hair.
  But Lara is undaunted; her bare, perfectly shaped feet are very nimble. Although the calluses on her soles are hard and tough, they don't spoil her feet; their shape remains graceful, despite her dislike of shoes.
  The girl walks along and sings with enthusiasm:
  I am Lara, a barefoot girl,
  She went to fight the Fritz in the dark forest...
  And the beauty has a ringing voice,
  Jesus the Great God Himself is risen!
  
  We are brave partisan warriors,
  For us, a blade of grass, a bush, a hillock...
  Although our path is not strewn with tulips,
  Trouble has come to the Russians' doorstep!
  
  We love Mother Mary the Most Holy,
  At the same time, we load the machine gun...
  The girl rubs her bare foot against the snow,
  The situation here is so serious!
  
  I am a big patriot girl,
  They shoot very accurately right in the eye...
  And the redhead's voice is very loud,
  And he"ll give the fascist a kick in the forehead with his bare heel!
  
  She loves the world in fragrant May,
  And he wants to make the whole world happy...
  A girl walks barefoot into a snowdrift,
  Nikola the Wonderworker is her idol!
  
  Lara prayed to Jesus in the temple,
  Where the glitter of golden icons sparkles...
  The Apostle Paul is there in a luxurious frame,
  Let us love both Christ and all the saints!
  
  Let there be in the girl"s tender heart,
  To help us all curb our anger...
  We will soon open the door of Paradise to happiness,
  After all, both angels and God are with the Motherland!
  
  We will not spare our sisters' lives for Rus',
  We will achieve glory for the Motherland, believe me...
  I believe we will live under communism,
  And let's open the door to happiness in space!
  
  For us, Christ's great covenants,
  To love your neighbor as God...
  Here the heroic deeds are sung,
  And a Fuhrer with a bald head is just wild!
  
  How I love believe Jesus,
  And Stalin is considered my own father...
  To cross oneself or to fire a salute is just a matter of taste,
  Those who believe in Orthodoxy are great!
  
  For me, the Almighty has a child"s heart,
  Although there are simply a lot of trials...
  You don't have to look in the mirror for long,
  After all, the partisan's appearance is nonsense!
  
  We gave the fascists a good beating near Moscow,
  And then there was the great Stalingrad...
  We will see the distances of communism,
  Yesterday it was Katyusha, and today it was Grad!
  
  Yes, Hitler is very cunning,
  It seems the Fuhrer is in alliance with Satan...
  Panthers are attacking, there are hundreds of them here,
  The girl goes barefoot in the cold!
  
  She really believes in the Russian victory,
  And he wears a red tie on his chest...
  Sometimes we also experience losses,
  And we pray to Jesus - have mercy!
  
  This is why the fascists are advancing,
  The devil gave them a super self-propelled gun...
  And the best fighters die here,
  But the spirit cannot crush metal!
  
  I won't remain silent even during interrogation,
  And then I'll tell the Fritzes straight to their faces...
  I don't need poison, cigarettes,
  I'd rather write a hymn to the fatherland!
  
  Christ will resurrect us, I know that,
  He really promised us this...
  Grace will open the way straight to paradise,
  Even though my friend Seryozhka has become very emaciated!
  
  We will finish our victorious journey in Berlin,
  We walk firmly along the pavement...
  Let the fairy tale turn into a bright reality,
  I'll be barefoot at the parade!
  
  I am Lara the partisan of Jesus,
  The explosion of the fascists is like a fountain gushing...
  We partisans are not cowards in rage,
  What a crushing blow!
  
  And before the fight I will light a candle,
  I will read a prayer to the Mother of God...
  After all, before God, Lara is like a lamb,
  I will dedicate a poem with rhyme to Christ!
  Lara sang like that, and she felt better. And she was approaching Minsk. The capital of Belarus was under occupation. True, the Germans were trying to organize local self-government. In particular, a pro-German Central Rada was organized, and some elections were even held. Jagdkommandos and local police units were used to fight the partisans.
  But the Nazi partisans still ate them.
  Mink was surrounded by a solid wall of watchtowers and a barbed-wire fence. Machine guns and grenade launchers were stationed on the watchtowers. SS men and policemen with dogs stood at the entrance.
  Lara, barefoot and dressed in rags, shouldn't have aroused suspicion. Although the Germans knew that partisan scouts disguised themselves as beggars.
  Moreover, red hair gives away her identity. And so, when the girl began dancing and singing in front of the Germans, one of the SS men lassoed her and swaddled her.
  Lara was grabbed and tied up. Apparently, there had been some kind of tip-off. And the girl was unceremoniously dragged to the torture cellar, pinched along the way.
  There, Lara faced a rigorous interrogation. She was seated in a special chair, her bare feet clamped in steel blocks. Then, gas and oxygen tubes were connected, and the burners were turned on. Before doing this, the soles of the girl's feet were greased and then fried.
  It was very painful, but the girl remained silent and only laughed in the Nazis" faces.
  Meanwhile, the executioner's assistants, wearing white coats and rubber gloves, began to take out wires and electrodes, preparing to administer electric torture.
  Fighting continued at the front... The USSR actually developed a more powerful and sophisticated rocket launcher than the Katyusha-the Grad-and tested it against German positions. This, too, could be considered a powerful move.
  Although this installation is currently the only one, it will soon go into production.
  Stalin hoped to involve the United States and Britain in the war as well. Japan was losing the war anyway and losing its colonies. American weapons purchased with gold could have been used.
  But which one? Only the B-29 was a good bomber. The US and British jet fighters weren't even close to the Germans'. Although at least they had them. Of the American tanks, only the Super Pershing could have proved something on the front lines. It would have been a dead giveaway to the Nazis.
  Stalin preferred to buy aviation gasoline, which was in short supply, and copper and alloying elements with duralumin.
  The US and Britain were in no rush to enter the war. And they also sold oil to Germany, for example.
  The Red Army was heavily harassed by Luftwaffe jet bombers. They struck Soviet positions with virtual impunity.
  Within the USSR, everything was still united. The people held on. But factories were crumbling, as were cities and the structure.
  For example, the Nazis had another problem: rail warfare. Partisans were constantly blowing up trains. Even children worked on them.
  For example, a ten-year-old boy named Seryozhka, Lara's friend, was trudging through the snow in freezing temperatures. The child was wearing a white protective gown, and in his hands he held a homemade, but powerful, mine. And he was quite skilled at planting it under the rails. Seryozhka was still small, and no taller than a fingernail, but quite strong. The partisans used him for sabotage against the Nazis.
  And it worked. The boy saboteur's tactics worked. And Hitler's trains were derailed.
  Thus, the Soviet troops received reinforcements from the rear. And behind the Nazis, everything was literally boiling. And it was extremely widespread.
  The boys and girls delivered sharp blows. And they acted mercilessly. That's how truly combative they were. Not children, but heroes.
  Seryozhka crawled back, feeling good and happy. He had completed the task.
  And then the Katyushas fired again, sweeping away the enemy. And an aggressive impact ensued.
  Machine guns were also used on self-propelled guns. They fired extremely densely, raining lead. Various types of vehicles appeared here, from large to miniature. The "Sturmtigers" with their powerful rocket-propelled grenades were especially dangerous.
  And they struck Soviet positions with devastating force. Besides the Sturmtiger, there was the lighter but more agile Sturmpanther, which had a smaller caliber but greater accuracy and rate of fire.
  And these machines were quite effective against Soviet positions. They tried to use the SU-152 against them, which was also a formidable machine, though not comparable in destructive power to the German behemoths.
  They also tried to work with drying machines... Which were gaining popularity in conditions when the USSR increasingly had to defend itself.
  These are very good and easy-to-produce vehicles with the chassis of the T-34, which has not changed since pre-war times.
  And this, of course, made it possible to increase production of self-propelled guns that were simpler than tanks, but had a much more powerful gun.
  Meanwhile, Natasha the warrior fired a Faustpatrone she'd captured from the Germans as a trophy. She fired accurately, piercing the vulnerable spot at the joint. And Hitler's Panther-3 burst into flames.
  The girl noted:
  - My victory will come, and the countries of the Soviets too!
  The warrior was almost naked in the freezing cold-only thin panties and a narrow strip of fabric across her chest, her feet bare and slender. But the girl was very agile.
  And of course she just starts singing:
  Love is a beautiful, dangerous path,
  Everyone who has stepped foot in this knows about this...
  There is no way to get out of it, no way to jump off,
  Othello strangled Desdemona!
  She's quite active, shooting and throwing grenades.
  Female fighter Zoya notes with a smile, forcing the fascists to press themselves into the snow:
  - I will cause them great damage and defeat!
  Natasha replied:
  - Yes, we will bury them.
  The girls act very deftly and nimbly. And the bare footprints they leave are graceful, beautiful, and one might even say precise.
  Not girls, but just fire and destruction!
  And the red-haired girl, Aurora, is also helping them. Before this, she was trying to make something up. Specifically, what would the world have looked like without the February Revolution. The first question, of course, is: would Russia have won the First World War? What an interesting parallel - the first question is the First World War. Which, in principle, might not have happened! Just like the Second World War - even bloodier, larger-scale, and longer than the first!
  Tsarist Russia, given its resources, could have won the world war. Moreover, the global conflict would likely have ended even sooner. And then, with its territorial gains, the Romanov dynasty would have been strengthened.
  Economic growth would continue, and factories, plants, churches, and hospitals would be built, children would be vaccinated, and antibiotic production would increase. And the population would increase, including in urban areas.
  Aurora wrote a story on this topic a few months ago. And was promptly arrested. They said she really did dream of a tsar, and painted too positive a picture of the monarchical regime and its future!
  Aurora was then handcuffed and taken in a black van to the NKVD internal prison.
  There, first of all, she was thoroughly searched. They stripped her naked, and the guards, wearing thin rubber gloves, carefully groped her body. They looked in her mouth, nostrils, and ears-which was tolerable. But when the long finger of the large, masculine guard plunged deep into Venus's vagina, it was painful, deeply humiliating, and made her really want to pee. And they even shoved a truncheon up her butt. It was a nightmare.
  This isn't a body search, it's a mockery. Practical torture.
  Then there are other procedures: taking photos in profile, full-face, sideways, and from behind, although they're painless. Although it's also humiliating to be examined under a magnifying glass, have all your features recorded in a journal, and then photographed naked. And this is done not only by women, but by men as well.
  They took fingerprints not only from her hands, where they imprinted every single finger, but also from her feet. They also took dental impressions. And finally, they X-rayed her stomach. They were checking her out, like a real spy.
  Then they sprinkled her with bleach and hosed her down. They dressed her in a striped dress with a number on it and escorted her to a cell with other female prisoners. She spent a couple of weeks there. The female prisoners were even attractive, but Aurora was a strong woman and a good fighter, and she could stand up for herself. Then, of course, the commanders, including Zhukov himself, interceded for her, and she was sent back to the front.
  The girl felt slighted. Although, of course, if in the Tsarist Empire, with an average salary of one hundred rubles, a loaf of bread cost two kopecks, a bottle of vodka twenty-five kopecks, and a decent car one hundred and eighty rubles, then it really was better than in the USSR before the Great Patriotic War.
  Under the Tsar, shelves were groaning with goods, while under Stalin, there were shortages of many products. Aurora described this quite vividly.
  And then there were the wars under Tsar Nicholas II, the division of the Middle East between Russia, France, and Britain, the division of Iran between Britain and Russia, and Afghanistan.
  Nicholas II also later crushed Japan, taking revenge for his earlier humiliating defeat. And, ruling until his seventy-fifth year, he left Tsarist Russia rich and prosperous, with a gold standard ruble, vast territory, zero inflation, and a steadily growing economy. Wages in 1943 reached one hundred and twenty gold rubles, with many industrial goods even becoming cheaper. And this was against the backdrop of a protracted conflict with the Third Reich, which Comrade Stalin might well lose.
  In any case, there is no end in sight yet.
  And the Germans are throwing their jet bombers into battle again.
  Aurora thinks that, of course, it's tempting to seek an alternative to reality. But it's not quite appropriate to consider it like tsarism when the communists are in power. But on the other hand, a world without the October Revolution, for example, could have been worse. Both the provisional government and the bourgeois regime could have destroyed Russia. An autocratic monarchy, however, is more reliable.
  Other alternatives: Lenin without the wound, Kaplan instead of Stalin. A more cautious industrialization, fewer victims of collectivization, and the nipping of Hitler in the bud. Perhaps Lenin, instead of Stalin, would have prevented Hitler from coming to power. Trotsky, even more so. Regarding the latter, it's not entirely clear how he would have behaved had he gained power.
  Would you have implemented the most radical scenario, or acted more deliberately and cautiously? There were certainly various options here. Leon Trotsky knew eight languages and was a very talented man, and perhaps, having real power and responsibility, he understood that everything could be lost if he acted too abruptly. And that the state needed to be strengthened first, not thrown into the fires of world revolution.
  The Aurora fired an anti-tank rifle at the tracks of the Wehrmacht's most widely produced mastodon, the SPG-25. It was truly a problematic vehicle.
  And she was still thinking. Who else could it have been besides Stalin and Trotsky? Sverdlov, of course, but he died. Dzerzhinsky died suspiciously early, as did Frunze.
  But these were great figures. Could Stalin's horns really be growing here?
  Aurora didn't know the details of her intentions. She just kept firing and shooting.
  Svetlana, next to her, is no pushover either. She's a pretty good shot, and she can even throw explosive packets with her bare feet, despite the winter. You could say she's absolutely stunning.
  Girls love to compose all sorts of poems, particularly about Russian gods. And in Soviet times, this was safer than about Christ. Although Stalin did restore the patriarchy, it was under the strict control of the NKVD. And this, of course, was not a weak idea. But Russian gods are pure poetry and fairy tales, and punishing them for it would be the same as punishing Old Man Hottabych.
  For example, from the pagan era until Prince Vladimir's conversion to Orthodoxy, few literary monuments or manuscripts remain. This has given rise to numerous legends and fabrications.
  Svetlana, for example, loved these tales. Just as many, even devout Christians, enjoy reading or watching films about the labors of Hercules. And it's truly quite interesting.
  Aurora also adored pagan folklore, especially the adventures of Svarog and Perun. Which was also quite interesting.
  Indeed, if Vladimir wanted to strengthen his power through monotheism, why not make Rod, for example, the one, Almighty God? And demote the other gods to the level of powers, angels, or archangels.
  This isn't a bad idea. Moreover, Slavic Monotheism could have borrowed from Islam-a fairytale Paradise with harems, rewards for fallen warriors, and the simplicity of faith. But without the burdensome Namaz, Ramadan, restrictions on alcohol and food, and the burqa. And this could have become a universal religion, and a very popular one at that. In this case, Rus' would have become a distinctive country with its own cultural identity, and this would have elevated it to the heights of civilization, turning it into a great empire that escaped the Mongol-Tatar yoke.
  And Aurora and Svetlana exclaimed in unison:
  - Glory to communism, Lenin, Stalin and the Russian Gods!
  CHAPTER No 8.
  During the winter, Alexander Rybachenko and his gang of young men raided dachas, spending most of their time holed up in caves. And, of course, he also wrote a little, and vividly.
  Margarita herself didn't even notice how Satan's power had transported her from the investigator's office to the realm of Hell. The girl found herself on a tank whose pike-like shape strongly resembled a Soviet IS-3. She was, as befits a prostitute, wearing only thin red panties. The car was moving quite quickly. Everything was cheerful and beautiful. Some very exotic flowers were growing. Their color and shape were unusual, and it seemed as if there were living eyes in the center of the buds.
  Margarita whistled:
  - This is phasmogoria!
  Azazello appeared next to her and exclaimed:
  - Hello, madam! I see you on the tank!
  The girl answered with a smile:
  - Of course! And the car is crawling along on its word of honor and not at all lightly!
  Gella also appeared to Margarita's right, also riding in a boxy, pike-nosed car. It was both beautiful and funny.
  The witch girl noticed:
  - You had a good time with Petukhov, which is logical considering his rather expressive last name!
  Margarita replied:
  "Not a bad client! And I enjoy sex. I bring myself to orgasm very easily, and I love variety in men! And I don't even understand those women who remain completely faithful to their husbands!"
  Azazello remarked gloomily:
  "It's just sex, but what's needed is love! True and sincere love, the kind poets describe in their poems! Hell won't save us from anything else!"
  Margarita wanted to say she didn't care about Hell, but then the thought flashed through her mind that in that case, the lake of fire awaited her too. After all, she was both a sinner and a whore. And she loved sin too much to ever become righteous. Expensive wines, exquisite dishes, sex with both sexes, and other pleasures captivated her too much.
  By the way, Margarita has found a new pleasure: computer games, which are also incredibly addictive. And where would she go to Heaven?
  Will there at least be computer games? And sex? Didn't Jesus say people would be like angels in heaven? Being a sexless angel doesn't sound very appealing. Although, apparently, Satan's angels can have sex!
  Margarita remarked with a sigh:
  - But you can't fall in love by order! You can only sleep with someone or give a blowjob by order!
  Azazello nodded:
  - You've got it right! You can't truly love someone by force. But never mind, you won't love anyone in Hell! It's time to return to earth!
  Gella objected:
  - No! Let her watch a tank battle - it'll distract her a bit and put her in a more constructive mood!
  Two girls appeared. One of them was the familiar fiery-red goddess Kali, and the other was very beautiful, with broad shoulders, tricolor hair, and a pair of bows slung over her shoulders.
  Azazello noted:
  - Artemis loves hunting and fighting! She's a great travel companion for you!
  Margarita nodded her golden head:
  - Bon voyage! Although, frankly speaking, tank warfare is...
  Then a huge cat named Behemoth appeared and exclaimed:
  - Speak! Do you want to say this is childhood?
  Gella objected:
  "That's not what she meant! Although many respectable men love to play tanks. And I know even Yeltsin dabbled in it!"
  Goddess Kali roared:
  "But he lost the war in Chechnya! Nicholas II is accused of losing the war to Japan, which had a population three times smaller than Russia. But Yeltsin managed to lose a war against a territory with a population three hundred times smaller than Russia! And yet there were no mass unrest!"
  Margarita remarked with a sweet look:
  - And Lebed became a national hero after signing a shameful capitulation! As paradoxical as it may sound!
  Azazello answered with a sly smile:
  "Russians have been raised for too long to believe that war is the only thing that matters! And they've become accustomed to thinking that a bad peace is better than a good quarrel!"
  Artemis stamped her bare foot and roared:
  - Okay, enough chatter! Let's show some war! The first round: ten German Panther tanks against fifteen T-34-85s. The Germans have a slight advantage in gun penetration and frontal armor, against the T-34s' lower fire hazard and greater numbers.
  And twenty-five machines appeared. Larger German ones, with longer, but admittedly also thinner, barrels, and Soviet all-purpose ones. They stood facing each other. And they were ready to fire.
  Behemoth noted:
  - Not very inspiring! How about leveling up?
  Gella giggled and squealed:
  - What's there to upgrade? Let's deploy one Ambrams tank and see how it deals with them!
  Goddess Kali roared:
  - Our tanks are not afraid of mud, we in the SS have always known how to fight!
  Azazello commanded:
  - Let's begin!
  The Panthers opened fire first; their superior frontal armor and gun's armor-piercing fire gave them the upper hand at range. Meanwhile, the T-34s, firing on the move, closed in. Trouble began to brew, and the first hits arrived!
  Margarita giggled and noted:
  - The mouse ate the cat - the panther died!
  The battle really did escalate. The first three T-34s were hit, but then they started to fight back. A terrible melee ensued.
  The goddess Artemis snapped her bare toes and chirped:
  - Glory to communism! Glory to the heroes!
  And the devilish girls beat the fiery pulsars with their bare toes.
  They hit the cars from both sides and they caught fire and began to melt.
  And the combat kits inside the Panthers and T-34s detonated and exploded, demolishing metal and turrets.
  The devil girls burst into laughter. They were quite attractive, yet depraved, lustful, and, I must say, interesting. And they had a broad outlook. These were truly the coolest girls of the coolest demon race.
  Margarita noted:
  - Our showdown is the most perfect. Or rather, even wild!
  Gella noted:
  - Of course it's wild! But it's even charming! What is the most powerful power in the world? The power of evil, of course!
  Behemoth noted:
  "Good and evil are relative concepts! When I see old women on earth, I think that a God who so disfigures the fair sex can hardly be considered good!"
  Goddess Kali nodded and confirmed:
  "In our Hell-Universe, we don't have old men or women, and the lord doesn't like decrepit bodies; he finds them repulsive to look at. And what kind of master would disfigure his slaves like that, or his men, either?"
  Gella noted:
  "It's an inexplicable phenomenon-old men and women on earth! Does God really like this? It literally makes me sick to look at old people and make me want to puke!"
  The hippopotamus nodded with a grin:
  - That's right! We're all aesthetes, and we love beauty! After all, I'm not a mangy cat, but one with lush, shiny fur!
  Margarita nodded with a smile:
  "I also prefer young, athletic, well-developed men. They're so much fun! And generally, for me, prostitution is both enjoyable and profitable!"
  The tank battle ended very quickly. Only one Panther remained, and even that one had a broken track. And there was nothing particularly exciting about it!
  The devil girls jumped up and down and sang:
  - We are possessed by demons, and we are not idiots!
  And the warriors burst out laughing. They are beautiful girls. You could say they are simply gorgeous.
  Azazello then decided to show something again. Something beautiful and unique, for example. And not just a war without meaning or purpose.
  Suppose Hitler hadn't attacked the USSR? And Stalin would have continued to maintain friendly neutrality?
  The bombers' first devastating blow was on Malta. It was literally razed to the ground. And Margarita saw how spectacular and awesome it looked.
  Moreover, Azazello, Behemoth, and the devil girls boarded fighter jets and literally crushed both British ground installations and the fighters that tried to stop them. And those damned guys and girls were simply furious.
  This is how Malta is destroyed, and then troops land on the island.
  Beautiful girls in bikinis, throwing peas of annihilation with their bare toes, literally scattering enemy soldiers far and wide.
  Oh, the girls are truly top-notch! They batter their enemies with great intensity and force, and demonstrate their supreme skills.
  Something that can't even be put into words. And it looks so cool.
  And the girls keep running, their bare, round heels flashing. You could say they're super! Not warriors, but supermen!
  And they fire machine guns, mowing down masses of soldiers. And now Malta is conquered, and the next step is Gibraltar!
  And a crushing blow is dealt to it. A desperate, furious assault, using missile launchers and something even more destructive.
  And this literally sets the earth on fire. And then the she-devils are back in action. And they're showing off their signature quirks. Well, both girls and powerful demons.
  Such things are happening here that cannot be described in a fairy tale or with a pen!
  And such a figurative impact. And bombs rain from the sky. And barefoot girls attack, their heels flashing seductively.
  And now Gibraltar has been taken. A confident victory, one might say. But what next?
  And then it"s simpler: the Nazis are transferring troops to Africa via the shortest distance, through Gibraltar to Morocco, and also through Tunisia to Libya.
  And from there, Rommel advanced on Egypt. And stopping such an advance was practically impossible.
  The Germans quickly routed British forces in Egypt and took control of the Suez Canal. At this point, unrest began in Britain, and colonies were being lost. Indeed, the Nazis, with their logistical advantages, could have easily taken control of Africa, all the way to India, and even India itself. So things would have been dire for them. And that would have been truly monstrous. Even Churchill was at a loss. And within his party, unrest began. They asked, "What's the point of waging a war when there's no chance of victory?"
  But while hesitation continued, Rommel captured Iraq and Kuwait, and, together with Turkey, the Middle East. And then the chess game continued. The Germans and Turks conquered Iran and entered India. Japan crushed the United States in the Pacific and captured Indochina, while in Africa, German troops gradually advanced south, conquering the Dark Continent.
  Given its vast resources and large population, the Third Reich's potential increased many times over.
  The Germans produced the Ju-188, which had excellent performance characteristics. They also developed new types of aircraft and ships. Aircraft carriers and battleships were built. So, try arguing against that.
  Hitler counted on both an air offensive and an airborne landing. At the same time, he re-equipped his ground forces with more powerful and sophisticated tanks. In particular, a whole family of tanks emerged: Panthers, Tiger IIs, Lions, and Mauses. The latter, however, were criticized even before they were even launched; truly, they weren't tanks, but rather two-hundred-ton weights on legs.
  But Hitler wanted something heavier. So he ordered the Maus tanks, despite all the problems with that tank.
  Europe, as they say, was already under Hitler's control, as was Africa and most of Asia. So the Germans began to put pressure on the British. True, having enormous resources in both people and raw materials isn't enough-they need to know how to use them.
  But the Germans are a thrifty people and demonstrate miracles of organization.
  And they bomb the British terribly. And the bombs are sometimes so heavy. Naturally, there's no way to stand up to them. And sometimes self-propelled guns appear that are light and mobile.
  But in 1943, a new bomber, the Ju-288, appeared. It could carry four tons of bombs in its normal configuration, and six tons in its overload configuration. It was also protected by six cannons. Its speed reached six hundred and fifty kilometers per hour, a speed that not every British fighter could easily match.
  Plus, the formidable ME-309 appeared, armed with three 30-mm cannons and four machine guns. Imagine a single-seat fighter with seven cannons-it's simply terrifying. A real nightmare for the British. And the greatest ace in history, Johann Marseille. The first German to receive the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaves, swords, and diamonds for three hundred aircraft shot down. The
  The Focke-Wulf Fw 190D, which also surpassed the British and American aircraft in armament and speed.
  In some modifications, the Nazis installed up to six aircraft cannons - that's power.
  The British had it tough, to put it mildly. They were bombed very heavily.
  But a landing had to be carried out nonetheless. To do this, the surface fleet had to be crippled. Submarines, whose production was constantly increasing, were used for this purpose. Among them, in 1943, a submarine powered by hydrogen peroxide appeared. It was streamlined, shark-like in shape, and could reach speeds of up to thirty-seven knots per hour-a truly remarkable feat for a submarine.
  And these submarines actually began to put pressure on the British and American fleets.
  Japan in this story won the Battle of Midway and truly dominated the Pacific.
  She had aviation, aircraft carriers, battleships, and also the German navy.
  Hitler, however, decided to land troops in Britain back in 1943.
  Here the calculation was based on the tactical surprise of doing this in November, and preferably just in time for the anniversary of the Beer Hall Putsch on the eighth.
  The British would think the landing would be impossible due to weather conditions. However, the Germans secretly sent several teams to Greenland to monitor the weather and the movement of cyclones.
  And it was completely justified.
  Before the landing, the Nazis simulated the movement of landing craft several times, unnerving the British and Americans.
  And so, on November 8, 1943, the twentieth anniversary of the Munich Putsch arrived, Operation Northern Gambit began. The name "Sea Lion" was changed. The Third Reich merchant fleet also participated in the landing.
  In addition, the aircraft dropped landing modules, including those from the E-5 self-propelled guns, a very small sized unit equipped with machine guns and aircraft cannons.
  And the operation and the fighting began...
  And here too, on the side of the Nazis are the goddess Kali, and Azazello, and Behemoth, and Hella, and Artemis with Margarita.
  And so the operation began to progress, aggressively and with a deadly outcome.
  And barefoot girls fought, their bare, pink heels flashing. And the English were in a terrible plight. Such a destructive, yet uniquely beautiful, impact was taking place. It was, as they say, a witches' dance.
  That's how the girls got going and went wild. And they showed off their skills to the fullest. As did the demons, by the way.
  Within ten days Britain was conquered and the London garrison capitulated.
  Churchill didn't have time to escape. German female paratroopers forced the former prime minister to his knees and forced him to kiss their bare feet.
  And Churchill didn't go anywhere, but kissed himself heartily. It looked quite funny.
  Margarita noted:
  - This is truly a fatal blow to Britain's prestige!
  Artemis objected:
  "I wouldn't say so! Churchill fought to the end, but ultimately lost everything. But all the better, impressive victories await us!"
  Britain fell, and in December the Nazis also captured Iceland, the only place from which American bombers could reach Germany, and fortified their position at sea.
  Now the Führer had a choice: continue fighting until the US was completely defeated, or turn east and profit at the expense of the USSR? Both decisions carried risks and had pros and cons.
  In particular, the United States could have developed an atomic bomb. But the USSR could also strike back at any moment. And while America, separated by an ocean, could not, for that reason, deploy large forces against Germany in the event of a war with the USSR, Stalin, attempting to reach the eagle empire across the ocean, could have easily seized this opportunity.
  It's impossible to defeat the US quickly due to logistical problems and maritime space. But what about the USSR?
  Hitler placed great emphasis on his menagerie and jet aircraft. But the problem was that the USSR wasn't standing still either. The Tiger II had a rival, the KV-3, a similar weight and with a relatively long-barreled 107-millimeter gun with a muzzle velocity of 800 meters per second. There were also the 100-ton KV-5 and the 108-ton KV-4-also formidable machines, each with dual guns and thick armor. But these weren't the best examples.
  The KV series was unsuccessful. The T-34 was more successful. There were many of them. They became widespread in the Red Army-many thousands. True, the T-34-76 was vastly inferior in combat power to both the Panther and Tiger, and the Tiger-2 and Lev are beyond words. Only in 1944 did the more powerful T-34-85 begin to appear, but by May 30, 1944, they were still in limited production and not yet in industrial use. The Germans proved more powerful. And the modernized T-4 surpassed the T-34-76 in armor-piercing gun and was roughly equal in armor, compensating for the thinner slope with thicker armor. In September 1943, the Panther-2 also entered production. It was armed with an 88-millimeter, 71 EL long-barreled cannon, and thicker armor on both the front of the hull (one hundred millimeters at an angle), as well as on the sides, with a weight of fifty-three tons, which was compensated by a more powerful engine with nine hundred horsepower.
  It's a decent vehicle, but its narrow turret meant it had trouble handling such a powerful gun. That's why the Panther-2 was produced in small batches, and it never became the standard tank, as Hitler wanted. However, even a standard Panther was more powerful than T-34s, penetrating them at ranges of up to two kilometers. The Panther's side armor is a bit weak, and that's a significant drawback. The Tiger has better side protection, and its gun has a more powerful high-explosive effect. That's certainly not a weak weapon, to say the least.
  The Tiger-2, like the Lev, is practically impenetrable by T-34s due to its well-sloped sides. It also has good frontal protection. The Lev, however, is even better protected from both sides and front, but is too heavy-ninety tons. This creates problems when moving, crossing bridges, and transporting in train cars. The Lev easily penetrates Soviet KV tanks, while remaining invulnerable itself. And its thousand-horsepower engine makes it quite slow. The Tiger-2 and Lev also faced off against KV tanks head-on.
  So, despite their greater numbers, Soviet vehicles were arguably weaker. And the KV series, without rationally sloped armor, was completely obsolete.
  So Hitler could count on a qualitative advantage while the USSR was only just beginning work and calculations on creating a fundamentally new IS series to replace the KV. However, not a single tank, not even a complete blueprint for the new series, had yet been produced. But the very idea of IS tanks as heavy vehicles with sloped armor had already emerged and was in demand. The even heavier KV-6, with three guns, looked inferior.
  The Luftwaffe had introduced the ME-262 jet fighter, and by May 30th there were already a couple thousand in service, but they crashed constantly. It wasn't a particularly reliable aircraft yet. And the ME-163 had a very short flight time.
  The Germans also commissioned the Ju-488 and TA-400, bombers with four and six engines, high speed, and powerful defensive armament. They offered overwhelming power, one might say. Cities wouldn't be able to withstand such a heavy bomber force. Well, jet bombers had already been tested and were ready for production.
  And they could bomb Soviet positions with virtual impunity.
  In short, Hitler chose to attack the USSR. Moreover, unlike in 1941, there was virtually no second front against the Third Reich. Instead, the Japanese had deployed their considerable army in the Far East. Its front line alone included three million infantrymen and a considerable number of tanks and self-propelled guns.
  The Japanese tanks were light, but fast and had diesel engines. Their self-propelled guns were more powerful, some with mortars and 150-millimeter caliber guns.
  You could say it was powerful... So the USSR was squeezed. True, the Molotov line of fortified regions had already been completed, but the Stalin line had been partially dismantled. So if they put pressure on it, it wouldn't hold.
  In short, Hitler decided he could win quickly. Especially since, as in 1941, the Red Army was far better trained to attack than to defend.
  And the calculation here, of course, was both on tactical surprise and on Stalin"s desire to avoid war at any cost.
  So the Nazis went and struck, and so did the Japanese in the Far East. And the clampdown began.
  In the very first days, the Nazis seized and penetrated the Soviet defenses with great force, creating pockets in the Bialystok and Lviv areas. Tank battles also erupted on the front lines. It soon became clear that the T-34s and other light tanks lacked power, while the KVs had poor performance and were unable to perform well. Furthermore, the heavier tanks were being destroyed by air strikes.
  The Fritzes were powerful. And they had so much in heaven and on earth. And then Azazello and Behemoth came to the side of the Third Reich, joined by Fagot and Abaddon. Four powerful demons. And the she-devils Kali, Hella, Artemis, and Athena. Margarita, however, flatly refused to fight the Red Army and the USSR. She declared that she would not go against her homeland.
  Well, the four demons and four she-devils don"t stand on ceremony and are eager to fight.
  And they crush the Soviet troops.
  Minsk fell on June 7th. And on June 10th, Riga and Chisinau. Those were spectacular victories. Everything fell apart like that...
  And Turkey was also advancing from the south. Yerevan fell on June 11th, and Batumi on the 13th. The Turks had a lot of equipment purchased from Hitler. A troubling situation developed. Both the Nazis and the coalition were advancing. Hitler had many colonial divisions. And they were acting very dangerously. And the Nazis were gaining numbers. They already had the MP-44 assault rifle in mass production. And it really is powerful. In fact, it turned out even better than in real history.
  Because the Nazis had no problems with raw materials or alloying elements, the rifle turned out to be more reliable, lighter, and simpler.
  So the USSR had it even worse than in other years and during the real war.
  Other new developments include the Sturmtiger, a heavier, larger-caliber, rocket-launched bomb launcher, and the Sturmpantera, a smaller-caliber, but more accurate, rapid-fire, and mobile vehicle.
  These assault guns also caused shock among the Soviet troops.
  Kyiv defended itself stubbornly, but fell a month after the fighting began on June 30th. Smolensk had been captured even earlier. The USSR found itself on the brink of total defeat.
  The Japanese also took Khabarovsk and surrounded Vladivostok, seizing the coastal region. The situation is also very dire. And the samurai are tearing things up there.
  Margarita exclaimed:
  - So, have you launched a program to destroy the USSR?
  Gella objected:
  - Don't be afraid! We can turn everything around again!
  Koroviev-Fagot nodded:
  - If you want, we will sweep away these Nazis in an instant!
  Goddess Kali nodded, flashing her fangs:
  - Without a doubt! If we want, we can burn them all!
  The hippopotamus exclaimed:
  - Let's show off our wild temperament! Let's fry the Fritzes!
  The goddess Artemis exclaimed:
  - Our luggage will be full! We will show an offensive impetus!
  Abaddon roared:
  - We'll strike the enemy with lightning or something else destructive!
  The goddess Athena said:
  - Our gambit will be devastating! We'll show our opponent checkmate!
  And the eight representative of the dark side of the force shouted:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin!
  And she and Margarita set about thrashing the Nazis. They acted very aggressively and energetically. Such were their lethal demonic forces.
  And the tanks, under their influence, literally turned into chocolate bars or marmalades. That looked cool and awesome. Frontal destruction was underway.
  It was as if everything was being crushed and set on fire. And at the same time, the Nazi planes were turning into cotton candy and falling. And then they were landing on the very surface. How bizarre it looked.
  Margarita chirped:
  - How wonderful! Now Hitler's soldiers will be eaten by children!
  Azazello nodded:
  - This is the cruel death that befell the fascists!
  The hippopotamus chuckled and noted:
  - Rather than be a rotting corpse, it"s better to become a chocolate and delicious candy bar!
  Gella confirmed with an angry tone:
  - The bodies of the dead stink so much!
  Margarita asked with a smile:
  - What about the immortal soul?
  Abaddon chuckled and replied:
  - It's just a game! Like a military-economic strategy game on a computer! Nothing is ever serious!
  And the entire Wehrmacht literally turned into treats, and chocolates, and ice cream, and lollipops, and waffles, and donuts, and marmalade, marshmallows and other confectionery.
  And Behemoth summed it up:
  - We need the right approach!
  CHAPTER No 9.
  Margarita was transported from Hell back to Earth. In the Hell universe, Satan holds absolute power, while on Earth, the use of demonic powers is limited, including by the will of the Almighty God. So the situation is not to be envied for Margarita.
  The girl was taken back to her cell. A rather attractive partner was waiting for her there. It was a cozy place. Just two young women and a color TV.
  Before the camera, Margarita was taken to the showers. There, under the guards' supervision, she washed herself. She felt good after the sex and her time in Hell.
  The cell she was in was designed for four people, but her partner was alone, and it was relatively spacious. It wasn't for nothing that she'd slept with a colonel and was a high-class prostitute. Life for someone like that, even in prison, was not bad.
  Margarita noted that women have one major advantage over men: the ability to sell their bodies profitably. In this regard, they have a head start over the stronger sex. Although, of course, there are also male gigolos, male strippers, and many other perverts.
  Margarita lay down on the top bunk and began to dream about something.
  Let's imagine what would have happened if Brusilov had commanded instead of Kuropatkin. Then everything might have been different, and instead of disappointing defeats, there would have been magnificent victories for Russian arms.
  Everything would have been wonderful and awesome in that case. It would have been a series of amazing victories. Brusilov was proactive, very tough, swift and fast, and had a number of innovations in military affairs.
  There was a lot of Suvorov in him.
  And a victory by Russian arms would have made northern China a Russian province. Then the First World War would have never happened. Or at least it would have taken a different turn. Although Tsar Nicholas had his sights set on Gallicia-to complete the reunification of all the lands that had once been part of Kievan Rus'. But he could have sought something larger-for example, India and Iran.
  Or maybe also Indochina, and then all of Asia.
  What could be captured here? That would be so cool and awesome, and then the whole world could be crushed!
  There is one truth, but... Some force is preventing one empire from becoming the hegemon of the entire world. Somehow, when it comes down to it, empires begin to crumble past a certain point. Starting with Tsushima and the defeats under Nicholas II, and culminating in the collapse of the USSR. When Yeltsin's evil will proved stronger, and the communists helpless.
  Margarita herself, of course, wasn't particularly sympathetic to the left. Her work with wealthy clients clearly favored capitalism. A very lustful and passionate woman, she seemed born to be a natural priestess of love. And it was incredibly exciting!
  And what about socialism? Stand at a machine or be a milkmaid. That's not the same thing.
  Margarita thought that demonic forces would, of course, somehow get her out of prison. And in that regard, she wasn't worried. Another question was how Almighty God would feel about her connections with Satan. Would He cast her into the lake of fire? And would Hell-the universe-be eternal? After all, the Almighty had promised to completely end sin. And who knew what awaited them next? After all, time flies before you know it. That's a good observation.
  And even a thousand years in joyful Hell will flash by like one day.
  Margarita thought she needed to make peace with God. But she didn't love him. For example, there was the Great Patriotic War and 1941. Let's say the Nazi invasion was the USSR's punishment for its atheism and the fact that Stalin had replaced Jesus. But innocent people suffered the most from this invasion. Stalin and his entourage suffered only fear, but then they plundered half of Europe and were hailed as the saviors of the world from fascism.
  Well, Margarita was especially irritated by old women. And they made her fear that she herself might become just as ugly and disgusting.
  For example, in terms of visual perception, both young men and teenagers seem beautiful. Old age, however, is usually unpleasant. At least there are the occasional old man, like the wizard from The Lord of the Rings, who doesn't seem repulsive. But an old woman without a facelift or makeup-that's just awful.
  In this regard, Margarita thought that no sultan or earthly ruler would have allowed his slaves to become so deformed and wither away.
  Probably even Hitler would have preferred young, healthy, and beautiful slaves.
  Satan doesn't like old men and women, either. Because old age reminds us of the negative consequences of sin. And Lucifer wants to legitimize sin on a universal scale. However, upon seeing a hunchbacked, toothless, bald old man or woman, a representative of the unfallen worlds immediately loses the desire to sin and listen to Satan. Especially women, who exclaim, "I don't want to be ugly!"
  Yes, old age is humanity's greatest curse. And it's an example to other worlds and planets that haven't followed the path of Adam and Eve, of what the consequences of sin lead to.
  Therefore, in the Hell-Universe, where the souls of those who have not experienced rebirth go, they receive young and beautiful bodies, or even children's. And in Hell, at least, they do not age. But the Hell-Universe is not very visible to the inhabitants of the unfallen worlds, while planet Earth is clearly visible. And looking at it, one does not inspire one to follow Satan. I think if Eve had seen herself in old age, she would have fled from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, so that even her heels would have shone.
  Yes, old age is terrible-the most powerful negative advertising for those whom Satan has not lured into sin. True, angels, due to their different nature, do not age and can exist practically forever. And a person also has a soul. It is also different from the body. But without a body, the soul is a disembodied shadow. As Jesus said, a spirit does not have flesh and bones. The Son of God did not say that a person has no soul or spirit; he said that a spirit of flesh and bones does not have a soul.
  And he compared death not to nothingness, but to sleep. And in sleep, we see dreams of varying intensity almost all the time.
  And sometimes they are so bright and colorful, better than in life.
  So, for example, Adventists are wrong about this. Although the soul in the body does resemble a dream, it's a dream with consciousness and dreams, not nonexistence or the absence of consciousness. Moreover, even when someone is hit over the head with a club, it doesn't mean they're completely unconscious. They may well be dreaming, but they just don't remember them.
  It's clear that people have trouble remembering dreams, in part because they don't want to overload their memory with unnecessary information. As it is, people tend to remember too much that's unnecessary and even harmful.
  Margarita wanted to read something. Her colleague, an intelligent girl, handed her a book. It was some kind of science fiction. More accurately, fantasy.
  Margarita wanted to start reading from the very beginning, but the first pages were torn out and she had to do it literally from the third chapter.
  Three dragons were just about to attack. And then there was a whole army of orcs. Stella, the battle nymph, remarked:
  - They are too big and strong, our magic cannot penetrate them.
  Dryad Efima agreed with this:
  - We must save ourselves quickly. This is our chance!
  The slave boy nodded:
  - Save yourself, and we will die with dignity!
  Stella objected:
  - We're all leaving at once!
  The dryad took it and cooed with aplomb:
  "Come on, tip over the cauldrons of love potion. They'll create a smokescreen big enough to hold off the dragons, and we'll escape through the back door."
  Neither the girls nor the boys entered into any discussion. Instead, they rushed to carry out the order.
  And both the nymph and the dryad began to send out pulsars and lightning bolts from the magic wands and rings that were on their bare toes to delay and distract the three large dragons, each of which was like a good airliner.
  And of course, you can't knock down such monsters with pulsars or lightning. But you can blind and delay them.
  In response, the dragons opened their jaws and unleashed their powerful gas-powered torches. Each one, like a Grad rocket launcher, fired nonstop and without reloading.
  Two sorceresses were burned after being caught in the flames. Their bare feet were singed by the flames. The warriors had magical protection against dragon fire and escaped unharmed. But the potion detonated, engulfing everything in thick smoke, fog, and a tsunami of flame.
  Stella noted:
  - We're leaving through the dungeon! They won't spot us.
  Dryad Efima went ahead and chirped, hitting the pulsar again, and said with a chuckle:
  Let's run away from the battle, fast horses,
  The enemy won't catch us anyway,
  They won't catch us! They won't catch us!
  They won't catch us!
  And the sorceress girls darted into the underground passage. And around the dilapidated fort, a mini-fortress, lay whole mounds of dead and charred orcs, smoking. Hundreds had fallen during the battle. But the small rebel detachment hadn't lost a single one. True, almost everyone had suffered wounds of varying severity. But with the help of magic and magical herbs, almost any injury can be healed without leaving a trace.
  And off they went, their burnt feet kicking, a team of girls and three boys. A small but highly skilled squad. Not easy to spot.
  The nymph Stella remarked, pulling up the girl who was the largest of the group, severely wounded by darts and scorched by fire. Yes, she had taken a beating, and had to be dragged. The soles of her feet were badly singed, and she stumbled, involuntary cries and moans escaping her sweet scarlet mouth.
  The slave boy suggested placing her on a stretcher so she wouldn't suffer. That's what they did. Now the team moved faster through the labyrinth of underground passages dug by dwarves and other creatures.
  Rats sometimes squealed and snakes scurried under the bare feet of the boys and girls.
  The slave boy Tim, of the human race, noted:
  - You can get lost in the labyrinths.
  Nymph Stella objected:
  - With our skills, it's impossible! And the dragons won't get us.
  Dryad Efima wittily remarked:
  - The main thing is not to get lost like a fakir between three palm trees.
  The young slave suggested with a smile and a very intelligent look:
  - Maybe we should sing? It's more fun!
  Nymph Stella logically noted:
  - The song is good! And it will become really cool.
  And the whole squad started singing with great enthusiasm, the voices of both girls and boys were loud:
  What is the main secret of the elves,
  Where the peasants sow the fields,
  Where are you, elf fighter, not a random one,
  Where a wanderer is a relative to everyone!
  
  Transparent Motherland waters,
  Slapping dove wings...
  Oh, those stormy years of youth,
  What has reason given you?
  
  I am kissed by my beloved maiden,
  But this forged fate is evil,
  Horseshoes are knocking on the asphalt,
  And the devil dragged the good to hell!
  
  We believed in heaven from the very beginning,
  Draw a line under success with a pen!
  The Aurora fired a farewell salvo,
  I believe in November, I take care of it!
  
  And the world is dazzlingly starry,
  A thunderstorm rages under the cloud,
  The poplars rustle, the pines groan,
  A tear fell from the maiden!
  
  I believe the time of light will come,
  And the dream will come true,
  May there be eternal sun and summer,
  The river flows radiantly!
  
  The war, believe me, will rage on,
  The Spring of Conflict will dry up!
  And people will be happy,
  Elfia's owner is a man!
  
  Let the factories be the boss, the proletarian,
  Bring milkmaids into parliament!
  We will sing thousands of arias for freedom,
  So that the pawns can become queens at once!
  
  There will be no more humiliated people,
  Any work will be a success!
  We will be our own judges,
  And for the children, let there be ringing laughter!
  
  Then let's gather our forces together,
  Let's break the back of orcism.
  Let us rise from the grave as an eagle,
  But no to malice and vileness!
  The song is truly martial and beautiful. The squad marches through the labyrinths. True, the rats try to attack from time to time. But the warrior women and boys cut them down with swords. And they do it beautifully. And then the nymph Stella caught a foot with her bare toes and threw it into the midst of the rodents. And the mass intertwined into one, and began to gnaw at each other.
  This is a massacre full of bites and squeals.
  Dryad Efima also set her legs into motion, striking the rats with lightning, and the smell of roasting meat wafted in. But it was unpleasant, with a bitter aftertaste.
  Slave boy Tim noted:
  - Not appetizing rats.
  His elf partner agreed:
  - Yes, not really! But you said you ate them, and raw at that!
  Tim confirmed:
  "When I escaped from the quarries, I hid in the mines from my orcish pursuers. And I had to eat, including rats, even though there was no way to cook them."
  The elf boy squeaked:
  - And you're a rat-eater! - And he'll laugh with such a sweet smile.
  Nymph Stella confidently stated:
  - Now we'll crawl to the surface.
  But as often happens, at the very last moment, a jack-in-the-box appears. And in this case, a squad of girls and boys was attacked by a horde of rats. The rodents, each the size of a good-sized mongrel, pounced first on Stella, who was walking ahead. The nymph met them with lightning bolts from the rings strung on her bare toes. And simultaneously, she unleashed her swords. A double windmill attack cut down a dozen rats at once. And they saddled themselves on the slashed and torn pieces of ragged flesh. The dryad Efima and the other warriors also joined the battle.
  Tim, chopping down the advancing rats with his swords, sang:
  The boy has his wings spread out,
  There is no pity in me, and for good reason...
  I don't like being a powerless child,
  And I will avenge my dead father!
  The warriors fought valiantly and skillfully. Their swords were simply tireless. Dryad Efima released lightning from her bare toes. Both sorceresses were smaller in stature than the other slave girls, but far more advanced in magic. And her magical strike
  energy on the rats, was much more noticeable and destructive than just swinging blades.
  Both sorceresses slashed with both hands. The slave boy, Tim, kept using his monkey-like legs, including throwing sharp stones that pierced the rodents' throats. The stinking rat blood flowed.
  The elf boy, chopping rodents, noted:
  "Why did the creator create such an abomination? Rodents have no sense of aesthetics."
  The second boy, Tick, answered, fighting off the rats that were pressing on him like rabid leeches that had sensed blood:
  - I don't like them either. But if they exist, then they must be necessary for some reason!
  The slave boy Tim took a diagonal slash at the rats. Then he hurled a pea-sized explosive made from rupture-grass, tearing the mass of rodents to pieces. They crumbled into fragments. The boy chanted with fury and force:
  How we live, fighting, and not fearing death,
  Let us be worthy of our Motherland...
  Even though the prince is evil,
  And he cast us down into the mud,
  The villain will not reign over us,
  The villain will not reign over us!
  And the boy swung again, hard. The rats piled up in huge piles, threatening to block the passages. Then the nymph Stella commanded:
  - Forward, soldiers! We'll break through!
  Even the girl lying on the stretcher was chopping up rats, too. And their squad set out to break through.
  Boy Tim sang:
  We will not be barefoot slaves,
  If necessary, we will gain freedom in battle...
  The girls will become relatives to the boys,
  I'm singing about this boy!
  Stella pushed forward. Suddenly, she saw before her a huge, boar-like rat with three heads. And on it sat a crown of precious stones.
  The nymph exclaimed in surprise:
  - Wow! The Rat King!
  Boy Tim, who was rushing forward, waving his swords, sang:
  Let's chop all the rats into nuts,
  You are a king with a tail, not a king...
  And just round, you know zero -
  You're not even worth a pawn!
  In response, the rat shot lightning bolts from its long-clawed fingers. The slave boy jumped aside, and the stones behind him melted and shattered.
  The young warrior sang boldly:
  We will overthrow the king,
  So that it would be me who rules, not him!
  Stella and Efima simultaneously struck the rat king with lightning bolts. The impact actually knocked off his crown. The rat king squealed shrilly. Clutching his headdress with his three tails, he ran away.
  Along with her, other rats also took to flight, whole hordes, leaving behind hundreds of corpses, fleeing.
  Slave boy Tim noted:
  - We fought well, but where is the reward?
  The elf boy responded to the chant:
  Resourcefulness and courage,
  Courage and luck...
  To respond to evil with insolence -
  This is the main task!
  Stella, who, being a nymph, was considered the leader of the squad, gave the order:
  - To the surface, soldiers!
  The girls and boys began to rise. Their fighting spirit had grown even stronger, despite their fatigue. It seemed they were capable of fighting a hundred more such battles. Their feet, stained with rodent blood, left graceful, bare footprints on the stones. It looked quite wonderful. In its own way, it had a certain flavor.
  Stella was the first to break the surface. It was already light, and dawn was breaking. The sky, on one side, seemed to be rubies of dawn, slithering against a sapphire background with a shimmer of emerald clouds.
  Tim jumped out too. The boy jumped up like a monkey and caught his bare toes on a vine, singing:
  To freedom, to freedom, to freedom,
  They left the dark slavery...
  And a better, better share,
  Believe me, the boys found it!
  Dryad Efima sang, also hanging on the liana with the help of her bare toes:
  Who is used to fighting for victory,
  The songs of the rebels are sung by...
  He who is cheerful laughs,
  Whoever wants it will achieve it,
  He who seeks will always find!
  The two sorceresses, Stella and Efima, crossed swords and sparked. Their power was proportionate to their kindness.
  Boy Tim suggested:
  - You can all go to bed and sleep, and I will keep watch over you!
  Stella doubted:
  - Aren't you tired, boy?
  The young warrior exclaimed:
  "Cowardice and fatigue are not words for me! I've been through the quarries, I've hardened myself!"
  The slave boy Tick objected:
  - I also worked like a donkey in the quarries, but that doesn"t mean we don"t need rest!
  Dryad Efima muttered:
  - I can do without sleep! You all sleep, and I can handle the security myself!
  Stella nodded with a smile:
  - Yes, I know that! Everyone go to bed, especially the boys. After all, if you don't get some sleep, you'll be no good the next day!
  The boys didn't object and began sniffling in unison, just like the rest of the team. And they were dreaming something incredible.
  Tim, Tick, and the elf boy, along with the slave girl-that's the quartet they formed-were searching for the treasure of the pirate captain Fist.
  The four warriors moved across a large, mountainous island. They stamped their bare feet on the sharp pebbles of the road. The girl, a runaway slave, was educated, and she carried a compass on her right hand.
  Boy Tick noted skeptically:
  - Do you think this thing will help us?
  The girl nodded:
  - Yes, of course! Thanks to the compass, we can see exactly where north, south, east and west are.
  Boy Tim nodded:
  "I know! I wasn't always a slave, and I'm much older than I look. It's a curious thing. There's a problem, though: we don't have a map of this island, and it's quite large-a whole archipelago. We'll have our work cut out for us before we find anything here."
  The elf boy noted with skepticism:
  - Just sweat it out! Otherwise, you might even lose your head!
  Boy Tim answered with a smile:
  Then we people are the head,
  It doesn't get any dumber than this...
  Don't chop wood with your head -
  Nails are not hammered in!
  The elf boy, stamping his bare foot angrily, picked up:
  Although some have it empty,
  Others are being fooled...
  But each one, apparently, has a reason,
  He doesn't want to lose her!
  Then, up ahead, the boys and girl saw an apple tree. A beautiful tree with emerald and gold leaves, and the apples on it sparkled like large rubies. A huge caterpillar, the size of an anaconda but much fatter, was trying to chew through its trunk. And the apple tree screamed desperately:
  - Help, save me!
  The elf boy shouted, clenching his fists:
  - Let's chop up the caterpillar with swords!
  Tim, with a smile so sweet and childish that he looked like a boy of twelve or thirteen, chirped:
  - Any fool can kill, but not every demiurge can resurrect!
  Boy Tick asked:
  - And what do you suggest?
  A boy-slave and a time-traveler from planet Earth took and sang:
  Minute by minute,
  Runs away without a trace...
  But for some reason in this world,
  But for some reason in this world,
  Kindness triumphs,
  Kindness triumphs!
  The slave girl suggested:
  - Cross the caterpillar three times and it will turn into a beautiful butterfly.
  Boy Tim clarified:
  - How many fingers are there in the sign of the cross?
  The girl, miniature, almost a girl in appearance, squeaked:
  - With three fingers folded together.
  The young warrior approached the caterpillar. Seeing its new prey, it attempted to attack the boy. Tim kicked it in the belly with his bare heel and gave it a good shake.
  The caterpillar hissed in anger:
  - I'll eat you!
  The boy Tim jumped up in response and slammed the handle into its mouth, and the caterpillar's face was like the mouth of a wolf.
  Tick exclaimed:
  - Wonderful! That's how you built them!
  The boy warrior tried to make the sign of the cross over the caterpillar. But it pushed him away with its paws and even scratched his skin.
  The boy fell on his back and immediately jumped up and sang:
  Calm down, don't be afraid of me,
  I bring only goodness...
  Take cover, bury yourself in the sand,
  So that it doesn't burst!
  The caterpillar lunged at the boy, but he jumped off just in time and struck his opponent with a sideways blow and a side kick. The caterpillar was shaken soundly.
  The boy slashed at the monster again with the hilt of his sword. It fell to the ground. Then the boy quickly made the sign of the cross over the caterpillar. It twitched, and rainbow highlights danced across it. And it looked beautiful.
  Boy Tim sang:
  - Hundred by hundred, regiment by regiment,
  Warriors of light - chop with the sword!
  CHAPTER No 10.
  And then a miracle happened. Instead of the fallen caterpillar, a fabulously beautiful butterfly soared upward. She rose to the sky and began to sing joyfully:
  I experienced a new birth,
  She was an ugly girl, but now she's a star...
  Now every day of the world is Sunday,
  A great dream will come true!
  And her wings on three suns sparkled brighter than the most elite gold leaf.
  The girl stamped her bare, graceful, tanned foot and sang in response:
  How nice it is to give joy to everyone,
  When children laugh happily...
  I believe the thread of life will not be broken,
  There will be happiness for people on the planet!
  The elf boy muttered in annoyance:
  - And what about people? Your grown men have such disgusting and repulsive beards on their faces. How good that the Strangling Dragon turned you all into boys.
  Tick exclaimed:
  We are now eternal boys,
  Frisky, strong, fast...
  We jump on the grass like bunnies,
  The sun is shining radiantly!
  The apple tree, sparkling with emeralds and rubies, cooed:
  - I'll help you, kids. Eat some of my fruit. It will make me feel better. And then, I'll give you something like this!
  The slave girl bowed and replied:
  - We'll eat it with pleasure!
  The boys and girl sank their white teeth into the amber flesh of the beautiful fruits with delight. They were so juicy, aromatic, and refreshed the children's mouths.
  Tim chirped:
  My ripe apple,
  You smell the sweet aroma of childhood...
  I believe the time will be golden,
  A machine gun will protect you if you need one!
  Having finished the apples, the children wanted to set off again. But the tree noticed:
  - I'll give you a special apple. Place it on a silver platter, and it will show you everything you want to see!
  Boy Tim asked:
  - Where will the saucer be?
  The apple tree answered confidently:
  "Go further, and you'll find a stove there. True, Baba Yaga will be there. And she's a more formidable adversary than the caterpillar. But I hope you can dispel her spell, too!"
  The slave girl sang with a smile:
  To cast spells on the battlefield,
  This is not the first time for us girls...
  We will soon see the distance,
  Stomping on the pavement!
  Boy Tim said confidently:
  - Yes! Sorcery is a powerful thing. With it, brothers, it's like playing with a crocodile!
  The apple the magic tree had produced was small, but it glowed like a coal. The girl even picked it up carefully, apparently afraid of burning her fingers.
  The elf boy sang:
  Victory Day, how far it was from us,
  Like a coal melting in an extinguished fire!
  Boy Tim picked up:
  In storms and thunderstorms, we fought a difficult battle,
  We brought this day closer as best we could!
  After which, the quartet of young warriors moved on. Their bare feet stomped along the sharp stones of the road, heated by three suns. The team marched and sang with enthusiasm;
  There is no peace for us in battles, guys,
  This is a boyish lifestyle.
  We were born, as if with a machine gun,
  To destroy enemies with ease!
  
  If you chickened out, then there is no forgiveness for us,
  Well, the brave one will receive a present!
  For the sake of our Motherland's salvation,
  At the most difficult moment in the battle!
  
  We are capable of defeating all the hordes,
  Destroy tanks, self-propelled guns, even a regiment.
  The warriors' proud gaze,
  Although the rest stop is infinitely far away.
  
  We've seen such troubles,
  What cannot be described even with a pen!
  You know, there are fragments of scum left,
  That she tried to break the Fatherland!
  
  Each bayonet must be sharpened quickly,
  And replenish the store quickly!
  Because a soldier is not a boy,
  Turns the enemy into dust!
  
  The orcs and the ground were leveled yesterday,
  And now the fight is on again!
  Oh, endless starry distances,
  The trumpet calls us on a hike!
  
  Space will be considered conquered,
  The sky will be full of diamonds for us!
  Golden sweet maples,
  A landmine won't break you with an explosion!
  
  Everything in our Fatherland is beautiful,
  There are only a lot of cattle at the throne,
  Those who whisper flatteringly to the ruler,
  And people are turned into slaves!
  
  Every snake tries to deceive us,
  Everyone wants to snatch a drop of blood,
  Ride faster, frisky horses,
  So that the evil thief will be crushed into a flat cake!
  
  We are taking over our shift,
  Where there is no place for betrayal, lies,
  Where Cain's brother is killed, he will be dead,
  Where you won"t surrender your Fatherland for pennies!
  So the warrior boys and the warrior girl sang with great enthusiasm, marching like titans storming Olympus. What a song! And all around them grew flowers as big as barrels, of extraordinary beauty.
  But there's a clearing ahead, and on it, a massive stove. And inside, pies are simmering. And next to it, a large, healthy old woman, like a bull, is nasty, with steel teeth. She's spinning and muttering something under her breath. And a little further away, a hut on chicken legs. And her mouth is like a hippopotamus's.
  Boy Tim sang:
  A hut with a hippopotamus's mouth,
  We don't want to get into it!
  Baba Yaga, seeing three boys and a tiny girl, almost a child, began to roar.
  - I am bloodthirsty, I am the merciless Baba Yaga,
  I have a bone leg!
  And in the hands of the furious, large old woman, a sword flashed, the size of a human being, and sparkling with alloy steel, like lightning.
  The boy Tim asked the girl:
  - Does the sign of the cross work on her?
  She answered, blinking her long eyelashes:
  - I don't know, knight! But I have lipstick.
  Baba Yaga didn't hesitate any longer, but pounced like a hawk on chickens. Her long sword swung in an arc, ready to strike the boy's fair head. Tim jumped back and deftly tripped her. And Baba Yaga flew head over heels into a thorny bush.
  What a squeal there was after that. And then the hut tried to bite the girl, opening its fanged maw. But the beauty deftly dodged and even slashed with her sword, slicing off the monster's fang. The hut roared. And blood spurted in a brown fountain. Now that was a real dentist.
  The girl dodged, as if from the jaws of a hut. Meanwhile, Baba Yaga raised her sword and swung it wide. But all three boys struck her in the chest with their bare, round heels. The evil witch lost her balance, and her sword struck the hag herself on the head.
  The boy Tim snatched the weapon from Baba Yaga's weakened, clawed paws and, holding the tip to her neck, said:
  - Surrender!
  The witch hissed:
  - You sucker! I'll set the trees on you right now! And they'll tear you apart!
  The boy responded aggressively:
  - Even if they tear me apart, you will remain old, ugly and wrinkled.
  Baba Yaga jumped up, but her own sword pierced her neck, and disgusting, purple blood flowed.
  The witch hissed:
  - I will die myself, but I will destroy you, wolf cub, and your accomplices!
  The boy Tim answered with a very friendly, childish smile:
  - You know, I can make you young and beautiful! Do you want?
  Baba Yaga muttered:
  - What? I'm already four hundred years old!
  The other elf boy replied with a victorious smile:
  - And at four hundred years old, our female elves are such beauties, in their prime.
  The slave girl tripped her, and the hut with fangs stumbled and crashed into a rotten stump, and its fangs got stuck in the rot.
  The girl turned around and noted:
  - I"m already five hundred years old, and nothing - I"m like a teenager, I"m not aging!
  Baba Yaga muttered:
  - You're pouring it on me! People don't live that long!
  The girl responded by pulling out a lipstick from her belt and chirping:
  - Lubricate your lips with it and do this three times!
  The warrior crossed herself with three fingers and, smiling, added:
  - And you will become young and beautiful!
  Baba Yaga stretched out her hands and croaked:
  - Give me the lipstick quickly. If I get younger, I swear I'll do anything for you!
  Boy Tim answered with a smile:
  "We'll just take the silver saucer from the stove, and you, in turn, will stop being mean and mischievous. And you'll help people."
  The witch purred in response:
  - Who helps people,
  He's wasting his time...
  With good deeds,
  You can't become famous!
  In response, the slave boy Tim sang:
  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!
  
  The child's thoughts are honest,
  Bring the light to mind...
  Although children are pure in heart,
  There are tons of evil temptations here!
  Baba Yaga noticed with surprise:
  - You speak like a fully mature man, not a little boy!
  Tim nodded his head, which sat on his sinewy neck:
  - Appearances are deceiving, but heroism has no age!
  The witch nodded, flashing her steel teeth, large as a tigress's:
  - Okay, give me the lipstick! First, I'll look younger, and then we'll figure out what's good!
  The girl threw the lipstick with her bare toes. Before that, she'd given Baba Yaga's hut a good slam with her pink heel, causing her fangs to get even bigger and firmly lodged in the stump.
  The witch caught the lipstick with her clawed paw and chirped, baring her steel teeth:
  - I can't stop looking at the beautiful Yaga! We're all a close-knit family, and I'm the most important one!
  And she asked with a grin:
  - How much should I apply to my lips?
  The girl announced:
  - Once is enough!
  Baba Yaga began to apply orange cream to her lips. Then she growled with a displeased expression:
  - And then what?
  Boy Tim commanded:
  - Put your thumb, index and middle fingers together!
  The witch obeyed and muttered:
  - Well?
  Boy Tim continued to prompt:
  - Now cross yourself, that is, point three fingers at your forehead.
  Baba Yaga muttered.
  The boy continued:
  - And now in the navel!
  Baba Yaga obediently did this.
  Next Tim commands:
  - Now poke me in the left shoulder, and then in the right!
  The witch did something similar and looked back.
  The boy warrior said confidently:
  - And now, the same thing, in the same sequence: forehead, navel, left shoulder and then right.
  Baba Yaga did it aggressively and quickly. And immediately, in place of the old woman with the steel teeth, a glow erupted. And it began to blaze, as if a pulsar had exploded.
  The boy Tim was thrown back by the blast wave, and he fell on his back, kicking his bare legs.
  And in Baba Yaga's place, there was another flash of light. Suddenly, a glow appeared, and a maiden of wondrous beauty appeared. She was wearing a luxurious dress, strewn with stars and various designs of precious stones. In her right hand, she held a magic wand, and in her left, a silver saucer.
  The beauty said lovingly:
  "And now I'm free! The spell cast by Koschei the Deathless has worn off. And a wondrous land of fairytale creatures awaits me!"
  Boy Tick noted with delight:
  - This is what the Life-Giving Cross does!
  Boy Tim nodded:
  - It"s not about the cross, but about a pure, childlike heart that works miracles!
  The newly baked fairy handed the silver saucer to the slave girl and sang:
  - We wish you happiness,
  So that the bright light shines....
  A wave of good luck has arrived,
  The ideal reigned supreme!
  She took the saucer, bowed in response, and sang:
  Blood flows down the fields,
  And swords sparkle in the darkness...
  Let love reign,
  And the planet will become a paradise!
  Then the slave girl's bare, graceful foot collided with the fairy's high-heeled shoe. And it was quite a performance.
  Then the fairy soared higher and waved her magic wand. Instead of a fanged hut on chicken legs, a magnificent, fairytale castle appeared, surrounded by lush alleys covered with bright, magnificent flowers sparkling with multicolored petals. And before the entrance, a fountain gushed forth, shaped like two figures-a beautiful young man and a beautiful girl, their statues covered in gold leaf. The streams themselves sparkled like diamonds, shimmering in the three suns.
  The fairy spun around and chirped:
  - All the best to the children!
  And indeed, a whole crowd of barefoot, grimy boys and girls, from five to twelve years old, appeared, and they plopped right into the fountain and began to splash in its precious spray!
  Boy Tick asked in surprise:
  - Where did the children come from here?
  The fairy replied with a sigh:
  "These are the ones I kidnapped, and then my cannibal hut swallowed them. And now they're free!"
  Boy Tim quite logically noted:
  -We need to treat them to some pies! They're probably hungry!
  The fairy nodded, noting:
  - And they need milk!
  She twirled her wand. And a large cow appeared, with four udders at once. Milk poured from her teats like soda from a vending machine.
  And the stove, huge and full of food, sang:
  I baked some pies,
  For friends and for enemies!
  I want to bring this joy to everyone,
  Eat the pulp, kids, it's sweet!
  Having washed themselves in the fountain, the once-captive children rushed in a crowd to the stove. The fairy waved her wand again, and a long table with a white tablecloth appeared. On it sat mugs of rich, sweet, fresh milk. And pies poured out like a cornucopia. And what kind of fillings weren't there?
  The good fairy that Baba Yaga had transformed into said with a radiant, pearly smile:
  - Please sit down, dear guests. Eat, you are hungry and very tired from the journey!
  Boy Tim answered with a smile:
  "After the quarries, simply walking with just swords doesn't tire you out too much. But try hauling and chopping heavy stones for two-thirds of a day without a break. You'll agree, it's much harder than walking, with sharp gravel massaging your bare, rough soles."
  The elf boy yelled petulantly:
  - Of course, let's sit down and eat! One apple won't fill you up, and my stomach is as empty as a moneylender's heart.
  The girl nodded:
  - Let's honor the liberated children and share a meal with them!
  And the four of them sat down at the table. There were pies with cinnamon, and jam, and poppy seeds, and figs, cherries, strawberries. And a whole host of other delicacies.
  The children ate with great enthusiasm. And the milk from the fairytale cow was so unusual and sweet, like chocolate syrup.
  And all around, with the wave of the fairy's magic wand, new alleys and fountains appeared.
  Another table appeared. A few slightly older boys, fourteen or thirteen years old, approached, along with some teenage girls. They were dressed in white kimono-like robes and also barefoot. Tanned, strong teenagers, with determined, if still childish, faces.
  They sat down at the next table and also began to feast, washing down the pies with milk that tasted like nectar.
  Boy Tim asked:
  - And who is this?
  The fairy answered with a smile:
  "These are grown men and women I destroyed. One of them, by the way, is the legendary Baldak himself. And you can talk to him; he'll tell you all sorts of interesting things!"
  The slave girl noted:
  "That's precisely why Baba Yaga should have been disenchanted, not simply killed. She can fix a lot of the damage she's done."
  The mighty Baldak looked like a very handsome youth, about fourteen years old. He even took off his shirt, revealing the well-defined, deeply defined muscles of a strong boy. His hair was cut in a side-swept style, giving him a very cool look.
  The boy Tim sat down next to him. Baldak extended his hand and shook it firmly, clearly intending to hurt. But the young warrior, unfazed, squeezed back. A fierce struggle ensued. Baldak's muscular body began to flush and sweat. However, Tim, wearing only shorts, was no less defined and muscular, though he looked slightly younger and shorter. The fight was evenly matched. But then, unaccustomed to combat practice after so long in the stomach of the chicken-legged hut, Baldak let go. And Tim could celebrate his victory.
  Having become young, the hero snorted contemptuously:
  "That's because I'm in a kid's body now. If I were an adult over two meters tall, I'd crush you, kid!"
  Tim logically noted:
  "Strength isn't everything, giant! Much depends on speed and agility in swordfights, and even more so, dagger fights!"
  Baldak laughed and asked:
  - Then answer the question, smart guy. A housewife was carrying a hundred eggs in a basket, and one fell. How many eggs were left in the basket?
  Boy Tim answered with a smile:
  - None.
  The boy hero pretended to be surprised:
  - Justify it?
  The young warrior replied:
  - There were a hundred eggs in the basket, but the bottom fell out - everything was lost!
  Baldak laughed and noted:
  - That's true. Did you figure it out yourself, or did you know the answer?
  Boy Tim answered honestly:
  - Of course I knew, this riddle with a beard and even bald!
  A chorus of laughter rang out from a group of teenage boys and girls. Yes, it really does look funny.
  Baldak asked another question:
  - Where will the moon go on a dark night?
  Tim chuckled and replied:
  - They cut her into stars!
  And again, cheerful laughter rang out from the rows of children. It really does look funny.
  Baldak popped a fig pie into his mouth and swallowed it, washing it down with milk. The boy hero remarked with great enthusiasm:
  - What delicious pies. I've never eaten anything like them!
  Warrior boy Tim sang:
  Forget-me-nots are blooming in the garden,
  The fairy bakes pies...
  The boy had teeth,
  And turned into fangs!
  An elf boy sat down with them and asked with a sweet smile:
  - How did the witch defeat you?
  Baldak shrugged his muscular shoulders and replied:
  - To be honest, I don't even understand how? She must have created a illusion.
  In response, the elf boy sang:
  - Oh, trouble, trouble, don"t fool me,
  Don't bother me, I'll mount my horse!
  In response, the heroic young man threw a fig pie at him. But the representative of the glamorous people deftly dodged the throw and laughed in response:
  - A keen eye - slanted hands!
  Baldar roared:
  - Now we'll have a fist fight! Let's see who's got the weakest fists!
  A murmur and shouts went through the ranks of teenage children:
  - That's right! Let them fight!
  The elf boy nodded:
  - If it's fists, then fists! It'll be a good fight!
  Baldak became furious and shouted:
  - I'll take him and tear him to pieces!
  Boy Tim suggested:
  - Then it"s better with me!
  The elf boy objected:
  - No! Let him fight my wild strength. I'm not a human, but an elf. And that means something!
  The fairy, who was still busy tidying up, noted:
  "Well, I don't mind if Baldak, who was a prisoner in the hut on chicken legs, gets some exercise. However, since fighting is not a good thing for children, let them box!"
  Baldak opened his cornflower-blue eyes wide and asked:
  - What do you mean, they box?
  The former Baba Yaga explained:
  "It's the same as fistfighting, only you'll be fighting with boxing gloves. They're soft enough so the boys won't get hurt."
  The elf boy nodded:
  - I've heard there's a sport called boxing. Well, let's fight, with gloves if necessary!
  The fairy made a figure eight with her wand, and a ring appeared. It looked like a professional boxing ring, complete with a platform and ropes. Both boys were now standing in their boxer shorts, barefoot, tanned, very muscular, their muscles sculpted like tiles and forming a beautiful pattern.
  The elf was slightly shorter and lighter, and had the distinctive lynx ears characteristic of this glamorous race. Both boys' eyes sparkled.
  Before him, in the role of referee, was a slave girl in a short skirt. Incidentally, for some reason, she hid her real name.
  The elf boy, however, is also in no hurry to identify himself. But they stand opposite each other.
  The signal sounds... And the boys come together. And they begin to trade blows. Baldak, the heavier and larger one, throws fewer, but hits harder. But the elf is much more agile and hits more often. It's clear his gloves have hit Baldak on the nose.
  More than once, in fact, and after each hit, a scarlet trickle of blood flowed from the boy-hero's nose. Balkak tried to fight back, but he swung too wide. This made the elf boy easily see all the blows and dodge them. Meanwhile, he moved faster and hit. Elves, in general, are already human-like in bone structure, and as adults, they look like people of sixteen or seventeen. But they are agile, agile, resilient, and enduring, with excellent reflexes.
  So first, Baldak's nose was broken. And then, impressive bruises appeared under both eyes. They kept swelling. And it was clear the mighty youth was having trouble breathing through his broken nose. And then the elf, confidently swiping at his glasses, sang:
  You've gone crazy
  You rule chaos...
  It's a shame to waste strength on a fight,
  We need her for good deeds!
  The boy-hero screamed in rage. He pounced on his opponent. His arms flapped like windmill blades. And the elf boy spun around and slammed his bare heel into his chin. Baldak slumped over and fell backward, unconscious.
  The slave girl acting as judge began the countdown.
  CHAPTER No 10.
  Another eternal girl, Daria Rybachenko, who ran away barefoot in the snow from a Nazi construction site, also actively composed and wrote something interesting.
  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 12.
  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 13.
  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 can't even 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 streams have been washed away
  Spring...
  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 to do. 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.
  CHAPTER No 14.
  Anastasia Vedmakova also worked barefoot and in just a bikini in the snow. And she didn't forget to pee.
  The beautiful Aksel Arbuzova, a third-year student at Moscow State University, walked down a sunny Moscow street. She had just turned eighteen and was in high spirits. She was very beautiful. Tall, shapely, and her hair was so curly, like golden fleece. Aksel wasn't a particularly hard worker. She was a sloppy student, but her rare beauty so captivated her professors, associate professors, and instructors that they easily gave her A's. Aksel herself dreamed of marrying a billionaire. Preferably, he'd be over eighty, so he'd die sooner. And then she could have a blast! She could become a rich widow and realize all her fantasies. For example, Aksel wanted to build her own navy. She wanted the sails to be scarlet and trimmed with gold.
  And sail on it with a crew of beautiful girls and boys in pirate style.
  And they could, for example, stage some kind of impromptu robbery. And that would be cool.
  The girl clicked her high heels on the asphalt and sang:
  When a girl has a lot of money,
  When she, the cool tycoon...
  All the boys are on their knees,
  All the boys are on their knees...
  All over the surface of the earth!
  Yes, of course, it's nice to be rich and free. But she has no desire to study. Really, what good does it do? Just for those bikini photos in a magazine, she got paid more than an academic earns in a month. And what's she got to think about? But having a degree is prestigious. Really, such a beauty without a degree. And Axel, through sheer force, passed her law exams, but knew practically nothing about it. The only thing she remembered was that in ancient Rome there was this small copper coin called an as, and that one patrician walked the streets and beat up everyone in sight. A slave followed him, dishing out the legally required fine in these ases.
  The girl laughed. Especially when she remembered how easy it was to get a decent amount of money. She simply left a print of her bare, graceful foot on a piece of paper in orange paint. Such avant-garde creativity. And they gave her a thousand euros for it! As the saying goes, if you're born beautiful, you'll be happy. Men flock to her. But it's not just for fun either. If you want to have fun, you don't have to pay for it; Axel's no fool. And if anything, she'll sell her virginity at auction. Indeed, virginity is a treasure that only comes once, and it should be sold for the highest price. Now she's eighteen, which means she needs to contact the mafia to organize an underground auction, and then she'll have so much money her head will spin! Axel grinned, imagining herself in the center of a stadium, where thousands of men greedily devour the beauty with their eyes and offer millions for one night with a virgin! Now that would be great!
  Her thoughts were interrupted by the beauty stepping on a pebble with her shoe and breaking the heel.
  And Axel limped. I had to take off my shoes and stomp around barefoot. And that's so unpleasant to do in Moscow, because the streets are dirty and full of germs. True, the weather is warm and summery, so it's actually pleasant to stomp barefoot on the warm asphalt.
  Suddenly, a boy appeared before her. His outlandish appearance immediately caught her eye. On the one hand, he was wearing an expensive but clearly outdated pre-Petrine waistcoat and a tricorn hat with a large ostrich feather on top. He even had a sword at his side. The hilt, moreover, was encrusted with precious stones. On the other, the boy was barefoot and looked no more than ten or eleven years old.
  Axel stopped and asked:
  - What, are you from the theater? Are you playing the role of the prince who lost his boots?
  The boy put his finger to his lips and hissed:
  - I'm not from the theater! I'm a hobbit, Count de Hissar. We really need you. Why? There's no time to explain!
  The girl giggled and replied:
  - The Hobbit? Is this some kind of children's game? What do you need me for? If it's for a movie, then I agree, just pay me!
  The boy extended his right hand to her and grabbed her palm tightly, demonstrating considerable strength. The girl tried to break free, but to no avail. Hobbits only look like children, but in reality, they are adults and very capable fighters, capable of living for centuries if they are not killed. The boy lifted a bare, childish foot and rubbed his thumb over the large emerald on the left hand of what appeared to be a young hobbit. And suddenly, everything changed. A fiery glow appeared around her. As if a thousand volcanoes had erupted at once. Then, everything became quiet.
  The girl found herself in a fairytale town. Or rather, on a cobbled street, surrounded by beautiful Baroque-style buildings that looked more like palaces than habitations. Axel's vision blurred, and she squeaked:
  - You kidnapped me, you little brat! There's a criminal offense for that!
  The boy answered calmly:
  "I'm not a minor, I'm three hundred and five years old! And as for threats, magic is stronger than technology. We can penetrate your world, but you can't."
  The girl looked around, confused. It was warm, perhaps even hot, much hotter than Moscow. And no wonder, when Aksel glanced at the sky, she even whistled - there were four "suns," all different colors. One orange, one yellow, one red, and one green. And they were spread across practically the entire sky. Or rather, at intervals between them, making the clouds appear in every color of the rainbow.
  The girl felt the boy-count tugging at her hand. And she followed him.
  From the very first steps, Axel felt discomfort. The cobblestones were incredibly hot, burning her bare feet. Moreover, she dropped her shoes while moving. And it was extremely painful to walk, especially with four suns shining at once. Even in temperate climates, sometimes on particularly hot summer days, the asphalt can become so hot that it's painful.
  Axel remembered being in Bombay. She'd tried walking without shoes, and her girlish soles had burned like a frying pan. And yet the local children ran around as if their feet were like camel hooves.
  And here the cobblestones burn and sting. And it hurts...
  Axel screamed and began to jump up and roar:
  - Ah, ah, ah, ah! It hurts, give me some shoes to put on!
  The Hobbit asked:
  - Does it burn a lot?
  The girl started crying and jumping up:
  - Yes! It's like fire licking your heels!
  Count de Guissart drew his wand from his belt and cast a short spell. A pillar of light erupted from its tip and touched the girl's bare, scalded feet.
  The pain instantly disappeared. Axel calmed down, a smile spreading across her sweet face. She exhaled and asked:
  - What did you do?
  The hobbit replied with a smile:
  - Protective magic. Now you can even walk on hot coals without fear!
  Axel sang:
  - Along the flaming path, barefoot girls!
  I'm tired of milking the cow, I want to get my happiness!
  And they set off on foot. The hobbit, swinging his sword, said:
  "We really need you. That's why we had to resort to this unconventional method of delivering you."
  Axel suddenly saw a winged shadow flit between the golden domes of the tall palace-like buildings. Even the color of the dome changed from yellow to purple. The three-headed dragon smoothly cut through the air, flapping its wide wings, resembling a giant bat.
  The girl whistled:
  -Wow! You even have dragons!
  The hobbit nodded vigorously:
  "Yes, and they're the most important ones in our world. So if a dragon flies low, you're obligated to bow and say, 'Glory!'"
  Axel exclaimed capriciously:
  - And you? You don't have to?
  Count de Guissard replied:
  "I am a noble person with a title. And I can only nod my head."
  The girl asked the obvious question:
  - If you are a noble person, then why are you showing off your bare heels?
  The hobbit replied with a smile:
  "Because that's the way hobbits do things. Shoes get in the way of our magic. So we prefer to do without them."
  Axel nodded. She'd seen hobbit movies. She'd even auditioned for roles. As a young girl, she'd been cast as a partisan scout. Back then, she'd had to walk barefoot, on grass and paths in the summer, which was more or less acceptable. Although it was quite painful: after several takes on a dusty road, the girl's bare, tender feet would begin to ache and itch painfully. And then they'd lead her to her execution barefoot through the snow. Well, the snow was fake, of course, but it was still emotionally wrenching. What if they hang her? And a sign around her neck read, "I'm a partisan." But Axel wasn't cast in the lead role. Perhaps they decided she was too pretty to be a partisan. And that she'd be better off playing a princess.
  But Axel's film career didn't work out. Even though it was exactly what she dreamed of. Especially since actors make so much money in Hollywood, not to mention fame.
  And here, by the way, the town seemed very beautiful, but then a real Minotaur with large horns passed by. Behind him ran four boys in only loincloths, carrying jugs over their shoulders. The boys were dark from the sun, but had fair hair and pleasant European faces. In fact, the streets were full of children. It was like a fairytale kingdom. Even too many. And there were also girls in tunics. True, a couple of warriors in silver armor galloped past on horseback, and their faces were hidden by their closed helmets. Their steeds were quite large.
  And then a carriage covered in gold leaf flew across the sky, pulled by winged unicorns.
  You can't see who's inside, though... A line of girls marched down the street. This time they were wearing chainmail, which was very thin and didn't hide their seductive, strong figures, but they were barefoot.
  The Hobbit Count, catching Axel's puzzled look, explained:
  "They throw damaging objects with their bare toes in battle. Needles, magical pulsars, and annihilation peas. It's more practical that way."
  The girl noticed:
  - Their ears are somehow... strange!
  The hobbit nodded:
  - Yes, they are elves! Cool warriors.
  Axel giggled and sang:
  - War, oh war,
  She's a bad woman and a bitch!
  The Count shook his head and remarked:
  - War is necessary too. Otherwise, we'll go cross-eyed from boredom!
  The female student giggled and remarked:
  - Yes, war is the best entertainment, but the worst rest.
  Afterwards, they walked forward a little further. They found themselves in front of a large fountain, its multicolored streams reaching into the sky. Axel smiled and remarked:
  - Let's say it's beautiful!
  Count Gissar nodded his head:
  "Yeah, that's not bad! Although the fountains around the magic academy are even cooler and more beautiful. And if you look at them, you'll be amazed, especially since you don't have anything like them!"
  Axel was offended:
  - How do you know?
  The Hobbit Earl answered confidently:
  "I'm often on Earth. Usually, I'm dressed more simply - in shorts and a T-shirt. A simple, barefoot boy, who'll pay attention? And you have something to see. Take this, for example!"
  And he took out his smartphone and twirled it in front of Axel's face.
  The girl noticed:
  - So, do you have internet too?
  Gissar shook his head:
  - No! Our technology is magic and sorcery! That's why we're interested in the people on your planet. The smartphone can be charged with a regular battery-it'll last a whole year. And I've got my games in there too. I have fun when I'm bored. It's a valuable thing. You could get a whole sack of gold coins for this smartphone.
  Axel noted doubtfully:
  - Why give a bag of gold if you can fly to Earth and get a smartphone for one gold coin?!
  The Hobbit Earl nodded:
  "Of course, I can, but I'll just try getting to you again! I can do it because I have a family artifact, and even that needs to be recharged from time to time. And to reach Earth, I need some pretty powerful magic. And to return, even stronger!"
  The girl noted with a smile:
  - You are a unique person.
  Count de Guissar nodded:
  - Exactly! And you look at me like I'm a little boy. Yes, hobbits are like children, but they live for a thousand years if you don't kill them. And if you use strong magic, you can last for another couple of centuries!
  Axel asked incredulously:
  - Why only a couple?
  The hobbit shrugged and replied:
  "Because... It's very difficult to overcome the laws of nature, especially if you're a hobbit. People, for example, are capable of extending lifespans for two or three millennia with the help of powerful magic. But that's not for everyone. The easiest way to extend a person's life is when they're still a boy; it requires a relatively low level of magic, and they can do so for up to three thousand years... But they'll remain children forever, unable to reproduce... And besides, such people are also very obedient-the perfect slaves!"
  Axel muttered:
  - Do you still have slaves?
  The Count nodded with a smile:
  - Yes, of course there is! But don't be afraid. We'll make you a slave. You'll have a much more favorable fate... If, of course, you don't let us down!
  Axel lowered her voice and asked:
  - And what do you want from me?
  The hobbit answered quietly:
  "Nothing special for now. You must study at the Higher Magic Academy. And if you prove capable, the Dragon Emperor himself will accept you into his retinue as the chief warrior-sorceress."
  The girl spread her hands in confusion and asked:
  -Why do you think I'm capable?
  Count de Guissart answered confidently:
  "Our chief fairy saw you. Back when you were still a child. And she immediately realized you were the chosen one!"
  Axel asked doubtfully:
  - Why didn"t you take me away right away then?
  The hobbit shrugged and replied:
  - Everything in its time. I think the chief fairy knows best.
  They continued walking while talking. And the girl asked again:
  - Why are we walking? Perhaps you have horses, or unicorns? Or maybe even carriages propelled by magic?
  Count de Guissart answered honestly:
  "I need this. We hobbits, when we walk barefoot, draw energy from the planet. I used up a lot of it by moving to Earth and then bringing you here. Besides, you, being barefoot, can also receive a boost that will give special strength to an advanced member of the human race!"
  Axel asked in surprise:
  - Really? But the ones who go barefoot here are either beggars, or hippies, or not quite normal people. And that makes me feel kind of creepy!
  The Hobbit replied:
  "Not everyone is accepted into the Higher Magic Academy. You need to demonstrate a high level of natural talent and magical energy. Otherwise, you face being sold into slavery. Here, people are either slaves or powerful mages; in other countries, it's different. There are emperors of the human race. But not here. Here, there's an entire dragon empire, and several neighboring empires, governed in different ways. Besides, our planet is many times larger than Earth, and yet, in shape, it resembles a colossal disk. So, girl, you need to try. Otherwise, you'll be forever barefoot, in a slave tunic on a plantation. Or perhaps in the quarries." The Count winked and added, "Well, of course, there's still a chance for such a beauty to end up in a harem, but personally, I'll try to get you assigned to occupational therapy."
  Axel grunted and tried to nudge the hobbit with her bare, rather muscular leg, squealing:
  - What a regime!
  But he easily dodged the blow. Aksel had once tried karate, too. But no one bullied her at school, and she received virtually no pay for children's competitions. And Aksel became lazy and had no real motivation to train. Moreover, she had such excellent genetics that her defined muscles and perfect figure were shaped without much training.
  Technically, Axel had parents: both a father and a mother. But just when Axel was conceived, her father was away on a long business trip. But when he returned, he didn't start a fight or seek divorce. Especially since Axel had been an unusually beautiful and healthy girl since childhood, never even sneezing or catching a cold. So why regret such a gift from heaven? Then she had a younger brother. His name was Petya, and he was also handsome. And unlike Axel, he was a very hard-working boy. By the age of eleven, diligently training in martial arts, he had already become the Moscow Junior Champion, earned a black belt in karate-a rare achievement at that age-and appeared in films. Oddly enough, unlike Axel, directors loved Petya and eagerly invited him to play children's roles. Although the pay was still mere peanuts, but what can you expect from a child? Petya could have become a movie star in the future. By the way, his father's identity is also unknown. Their official father actually suffered from infertility. And how come his wife hasn't left him yet?
  Axel walked along, thinking that this count looked like her younger brother. Although his muscles weren't visible under his waistcoat. Petka, on the other hand, had very defined muscles-though not massive, they were deeply defined, and his kicks were powerful, not childish. She thought that maybe he, too, would find himself in this new world. Everything here really was so charming. Even in the outskirts of Moscow, there are rather poor one- or two-story houses, or working-class neighborhoods of gray box-like buildings. But here, every house was an architectural masterpiece. Everything was so beautiful, and such statues all around.
  There are a great many children. They are on the move, doing something useful. Boys, either in swimming trunks or loincloths, girls in tunics. They seem to be human, distinguished from earthly creatures only by their flawless, regular faces and beautiful bodies. There are also a great many girls, also in short tunics of various colors, barefoot. Representatives of other species are encountered only occasionally.
  But then a pair of bearded, square dwarves with long, black, gray-streaked beards appeared. They rode past, and one of them asked the count:
  - Maybe you could sell us this slave?
  The Hobbit replied:
  - This beauty is not for sale!
  The gnome noted:
  - I'll pay well!
  Count de Guissart replied:
  "They might put her up for auction if she doesn't live up to expectations. Then try buying her!"
  The dwarves chuckled and didn't argue. They were only five feet tall, but had shoulders like wardrobes. Unpleasant characters. The humans around them, however, looked like slaves. From time to time, elven girls whipped them. They were more elegant, with lynx-like ears, but also barefoot. They could easily be mistaken for human slaves. It should be noted that humans don't seem to be held in high esteem here. Slave boys are more likely to be flogged.
  One of them, the elf, actually started hitting him on his bare, tanned feet with a stick, causing the young slave to howl. A bolt of lightning shot out of the stick and stung the boy's bare heel painfully, causing a couple of blisters to appear.
  Axel exclaimed:
  - This is cruel! He's just a child!
  The Hobbit Earl clarified:
  "Appearances are deceiving. He could even be a couple of millennia old. However, as for his intelligence, it's possible he's still childish. Yes, elves don't like humans. And elven women love to beat human boys, for the slightest reason, and for no reason at all. So what? Slaves should know their place."
  The girl asked in a trembling voice:
  - And if I don"t pass the exams, what, will the same thing happen to me?
  Count de Guissar nodded:
  - Yes! You will become a slave. And you will be whipped. And beaten with sticks on your bare heels. You have beautiful, clean, soft skin. So the soles of a girl will receive a strong portion of blows. A bamboo grove will stroll across the bare, round heels of a beautiful girl.
  Axel turned pale and almost fainted, but with a heroic effort she stayed on her feet. Yes, she shouldn't panic, and everything would be fine. Especially since it was so warm and beautiful all around.
  And the flowers, for example, are so large, bright, and have a wonderfully pleasant scent that no perfume can compare to. And that, frankly, is quite wonderful, especially considering that this world has such shades of color that you wouldn't see them on earth.
  But then a beautiful girl was led to special trestles. She had very light, slightly golden hair, which seemed even brighter and more attractive against the gray slave tunic. The short, holey tunic suited her very well, revealing both her tanned shoulders and almost entirely muscular legs. She had a strong body, clearly accustomed to hard physical labor. She lay down obediently on the trestles, and two slave boys secured her legs. The elf picked up a thin bamboo stick. And with lightning speed, they began to strike the bare soles of the beautiful slave. She groaned in pain. However, her feet, callused from years of walking barefoot, showed no visible damage.
  Count de Guissar nodded:
  "And this is what awaits you! If you fail the exams and tests to enter the Higher Magic Academy. And what's more, it's just a harmless joke when they beat you on the soles of your feet with canes. There are far more severe and painful punishments for slaves."
  Axel growled:
  - You bastards! I should kick you in the ass!
  Gissar noted:
  "Don't be impudent! Everyone sees you as my personal slave. And I can give you pleasure by testing the cane on your bare heels. After all, in your country, it's not customary to spank impudent girls these days, is it?"
  Axel nodded:
  - Yes! In our country, you can even go to court for that. And children were only beaten on the soles of their feet in ancient times, and especially in the East. So what?
  The Hobbit replied:
  "And it's customary for us to beat and punish slaves from time to time, even if they behave impeccably. So nothing will protect your skin from the whip. However, if you misbehave, you might also feel the touch of a hot iron, which is much more painful!"
  The girl shouted:
  "You're just scum! I'm a lawyer by training. And I'll complain to the UN Human Rights Committee! Slavery is inhumane, cruel, and immoral!"
  In response, the Count drew his wand and struck the impudent girl's bare feet with lightning. Axel felt as if her bare soles had touched hot coals. She howled wildly in excruciating pain. She began jumping up and down like a squirrel caught in a fire.
  De Guissar noted:
  "Don't push your rights, but know your proper place as a slave. If it weren't for the elder fairy, I'd have put you up for auction straight away. As it is, I still have to fuss and coax you. But one more act of insolence, and you'll get a good spanking."
  Axel felt the pain in her legs, scalded by the lightning, subside. She looked at them. The skin was old and red, like goose feet, but there were no visible wounds or blisters. She'd gotten off easy. This was how she was being raised, instead of adventure and a crown, by being a time traveler. And most importantly, there was nothing to argue with. She really was a nobody here.
  The girl lowered her head and wandered on in silence. She no longer cared for the light. Along the way, a man flew past on a large black raven. He swooped down. Count de Guissard saluted and nodded.
  - Professor de Castro, you seem to want to look at her right now?
  The girl glanced at the man. Was he really a man? His face seemed human, only youthful and fresh, and his nose somehow aquiline. His ears, however, were hidden by the turban. And the turban itself was adorned with large emeralds. He could be called handsome. He wore black boots, and had the air of a noblewoman.
  The voice was young and pleasant:
  "Yes, I'm seeing her for the first time. But she's unusually beautiful, even for our world, where ugly slaves simply don't exist. And I can see that in her world, she's simply a phenomenon!"
  The hobbit nodded:
  - You could say that. Although, she's just a student who dreams of marrying a billionaire and auctioning off her virginity!
  Axel blurted out:
  "That's not true!" She stamped her bare, graceful foot angrily.
  The professor laughed:
  "And she's a liar, too! You've found a fine specimen for our academy. Was it worth flying so far to bring back a girl from the planet of techies who knows nothing about magic or technology?"
  The Hobbit Earl remarked:
  "We don't want to develop technology ourselves. Because it would disrupt the stability of our beautiful universe. You've probably heard yourself that from the other side of the universe, nightmarish insects are crawling in on starships that lack magic, but carry bombs of extraordinary power and rays that bring death."
  The professor answered logically:
  "That's precisely why we, too, need technology to defend our empire. Dragons are powerful, but against hellish technology, their flames are like sparks against a layer of titanium."
  Count de Guissard nodded and added:
  "This girl might be able to help us. She could discover a new type of magic. Moreover, the elder fairy has lived so long that even this city didn't exist when she performed her miracles."
  De Castro replied with a smile:
  "I believe her! Besides, a true hero has to have some weaknesses, otherwise it's not even interesting. But the question is, why haven't people in our world been able to invent anything significant in technology?"
  The Hobbit Earl wanted to answer something, when Axel interrupted him:
  - You said people? What, you're not a human?
  The professor replied with a smile:
  "I'm a troll! A member of a very ancient race. And you, I sense, are not quite human."
  Axel laughed and replied:
  - Well, yes! My father is a Martian, or maybe from the Sirius system!
  Count de Guissart answered confidently:
  "There's no life on Mars. But as for the Sirius system... There's a planet there with life, but it's very primitive. If you humans don't exterminate yourselves in wars, you might be able to go there. Admittedly, you've been developing computer games and graphics more than space technology in the last twenty years. You were planning to go to the Moon-nothing!"
  The girl rubbed her bare foot, very seductive in its impeccable beauty and shape, the sole was very itchy and itchy, saying:
  "Of course, we have many problems. But people should strive for something better. For example, space travel. And computer games are a dead end!"
  The troll professor chirped:
  "Truth comes from the mouths of babes!" He added, "And now, let's test your intelligence!"
  Axel winked and asked with a grin:
  "So, are we going to take tests? I actually did pretty well on them. And it's no problem for me. Is this what you really want?" The girl kicked the gilded urn with her bare foot. She immediately howled, rubbing her injured leg.
  Professor Troll noted:
  "It's immediately obvious that this character possesses a brilliant and extremely high level of intelligence! What other questions could there be?"
  The Hobbit Earl asked with a smile:
  - Why does the cat have a fifth leg?
  Axel muttered in confusion:
  - Are you talking to me?
  De Guissar nodded:
  - Exactly for you!
  The girl replied with a sneer:
  - Because the cat's sixth leg was bitten off by an eight-legged wolf!
  Professor Troll noted:
  "And she has a sense of humor, which means she's not hopeless! I think we can deliver her to the academy right now."
  The Hobbit Earl objected:
  "Let him recharge his powers a little more by stomping barefoot across this planet. He'll need to move a crystal ball across a mirrored surface with the power of his mind. It's a simple task, but for someone from a world where magic is practically nonexistent, it could prove impossible!"
  Axel immediately objected:
  "We have magic on Earth! So many different sorcerers and psychics. There are even competitions among them. So don't say we don't have magic!"
  Count de Guissard laughed and replied:
  "Yes, you have magicians! But they're all, in fact, outright crooks, or, at best, conjurers. And you have no real magic. Only one man was a true magician-Count de Cagliostro. But even he gained his power in our worlds. Incidentally, he's still alive. He managed to escape from a Spanish prison. And they declared him dead!"
  Axel perked up:
  - Cagliostro? I'd love to meet him! He's such a historical figure!
  The troll professor shook his head:
  "Everything in its time! For now, go ahead and walk. I'll give you some good advice: compose a song to more confidently and fully recharge yourself with the planet's magic."
  And the black raven flapped its wings and instantly, like a jet fighter, picked up speed. Troll de Castro disappeared from sight.
  CHAPTER No 15.
  The beautiful Axel's bare, graceful feet tromped along the multicolored tile path. It was paved with both ornaments and Cubist-style designs, only far more graceful and vibrant than those of Picasso or Salvador Dalí.
  The boy-count followed her. He looked like a child, but he looked proud, with the gaze of a medieval prince. His feet were bare, childish. It reminded me of the well-known fairy tale about the prince and the pauper, where a barefoot boy also became king, and was laughed at.
  Count de Guissard asked:
  "Why and for what reason do wolves howl at the moon?" And then the hobbit boy stamped his childish, bare foot. "Answering over the air doesn't count!"
  Axel replied with a pearly smile:
  - Why and for what reason do wolves howl at the moon? I will answer why wolves howl at the moon, and the answer is extremely simple: the wolf is not mature enough to sing, and that is why he only howls at the moon!
  The hobbit boy answered with a cheerful look:
  "You're a girl who can really make quite an impression! Usually, there's an answer out there, and it's usually just known, not calculated logically. But you managed to come up with a pretty good alternative! Smart girl!"
  The girl remarked with a laugh:
  - Coming from a child, it's not such a high compliment, such a clever girl!
  Count de Guissard noted with a chuckle, catching a fly with his bare toes:
  - You obviously want me to call you princess!?
  Axel laughed and replied:
  - Perhaps so! But I would prefer to hear something more lyrical from you, my little Count, although you are so like a child!
  A boy who looked to be about ten or eleven years old noted:
  - I was born before Napoleon Bonaparte, so compared to me, he's a minor! Maybe even you'll consider me too old?
  The girl sang in response, slapping her bare soles on the colorful and very skillfully made slabs:
  This world will be called stupid and old,
  They'll say everything needs to be scrapped...
  And they will become useless paper -
  Money with a double-headed eagle!
  The boy-count leaped high into the air and plucked a strawberry from the tree, as big as a pumpkin, orange. He landed and handed it to the girls, saying:
  - Try it! It's really tasty!
  Axel took a careful bite and noted:
  - It's very tasty. But I'd also like some poetry. Couplets like these, where I'd be a princess!
  The boy count nodded in agreement:
  - With great pleasure!
  The Hobbit de Gissar sang in a clear, childish, but full-sounding voice;
  My princess, you are a flower,
  Sparkling in the garden of the Lord!
  Your look is like a fresh breeze,
  Will dispel the flames of hell!
  
  A girl's love is sacred,
  Heroic sword, clutching with honor!
  I will shed a stormy stream of blood,
  I will be an angel with you forever!
  
  A secret dream ignited,
  Your image is a sweet aroma!
  You were molded by the creator of the universe,
  All servants of evil will not defile!
  
  Only in heaven is it possible,
  Fate will unite lovers!
  But God will not let us fall into dust,
  The union of hearts will merge in the separation of those hardened!
  Axel clapped her hands and dropped the strawberry. But the boy-count caught it easily, with his small, childish, yet dexterous, monkey-like foot. And he smiled like a true angel:
  - Yes, my dear! You must admit, my singing is...
  Axel muttered:
  "You're still just an eternal child. You may be three hundred years old, but you're still a boy, and you always will be. And if I love you at all, it'll only be like a son." The girl winked, took the strawberry, took another bite, and continued with a chuckle. "So don't flirt with me; it looks childish and silly!"
  The boy count remarked:
  "Or maybe the opposite, like an adult? I'm not a kid, I'm a tough guy, and of noble birth at that. And I've seen a lot..."
  The girl who had arrived giggled and noted:
  - Well, yeah, something like that... I've been to different countries, and if I want, sooner or later, I'll expose everyone!
  De Gissar drew his sword and twirled it in the air, noting:
  - Can I knock down all the raindrops? What if we bet on it, don't believe me?
  Axel logically noted:
  - Of two disputants, one is a fool, the other a scoundrel!
  The hobbit boy objected:
  - If the chances are equal: fifty-fifty!
  The girl stamped her bare foot angrily and replied:
  - Absolute equality is impossible!
  The boy count nodded:
  - Of course! Even in theory, just like absolute omnipotence! After all, an Almighty God can't forge a chain that He Himself couldn't break!
  Axel laughed and replied:
  - Of course! There's a moral to this: no matter how you argue, there's always someone who'll lose!
  De Guissar noted:
  - In any dispute there will always be someone who loses, but not always someone who wins!
  There was a pause. The girl and the count walked across the tiles. Their bare feet felt the tickling of the smooth surface. And all around were statues of beautiful elves, covered in gold and orange metal, and even with stones that glowed with all the colors of the rainbow.
  And the temples sparkled, and the fountains' diamond-like jets shot into the sky. And how charming and provocatively opulent it all was.
  Axel chirped:
  - Gold always glitters in a poor death, but does not always shine with a rich life!
  The boy count nodded with a smile and added:
  - Even the strongest hero sometimes cannot break the chains of gold and resist the silver of flattery!
  Children ran around barefoot, grinning and laughing. It was beautiful all around. One of the girls turned out to be a nymph, with a diamond wreath in her hair. She ran up to Axel and, chirping, sang cheerfully:
  You're a cool girl, to be honest.
  And you will be able to defeat evil dragons...
  It will be very interesting for me with you,
  Although you don't look like a bear!
  The girl Axel giggled and noted:
  - Yes, I'm not exactly a bear, but who are you?
  The girl giggled and replied:
  - I am the nymph Baroness de Fiesta! I see you're heading to the magic academy on foot.
  Axel nodded:
  "Yes, exactly," the girl sang a line from a Soviet film.
  Somewhere on the Kama,
  We don"t know ourselves...
  Somewhere on the Kama,
  Mother rivers...
  You can't reach it with your hands,
  You can't reach it on foot...
  With bare feet,
  And a girl on the way!
  The nymph-baroness laughed and noted:
  - I see quite a bit of talent in you! You're a truly phenomenal girl.
  Axel looked at the girl. She had rings on her bare toes, practically every one of them. This was proof that the nymph-baroness was no weak sorceress. Look how her rings sparkled. Such wondrous and marvelous jewels, the colors so marvelous and enchanting. Although Fiesta looked like a girl of about twelve, not much taller than the hobbit-earl.
  Axel noted with a smile:
  "Yeah, he kept talking about my abilities. They just called me terribly lazy. Like, I'm such a girl that I'm too lazy to even look at my textbooks." The girl stamped her bare, chiseled foot and remarked, "But I love watching cartoons, especially Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and it noticeably raises my cultural level. And DuckTales is absolutely amazing!"
  Baroness de Fiesta agreed:
  - Yes, I've heard about cartoons on planet Earth. They're simply adorable and so interesting to watch, especially the American ones. That's really super!
  Axel nodded and sang with enthusiasm:
  Like people in Hollywood,
  Nothing but stars and no people...
  Arnold Schwarzenegger is very cool,
  You are invited to Hollywood!
  You are invited to Hollywood!
  The nymph-baroness chirped, releasing a lightning bolt from the ring on her right big toe. Thus, she transformed the fallen leaf into a lush bouquet of flowers.
  The girl said with a smile:
  - See what magic can do!
  Axel shrugged and replied:
  "I watched Star Wars. And the force there was more destructive than constructive. For example, when they shoot lightning, it's really cool in its own way! But if you take a regular Abakan machine gun, the effect would be just as good!"
  Baroness Fiesta nodded:
  - Not badly observed!
  The boy, Count de Gissar, chirped with a smile:
  "Well, you can't argue with that. I've been to Earth a few times, plus I've also explored their electronic network, which they call the Internet, and I've seen a lot of things. For example, they have a hydrogen bomb that, if a big one were to explode, would literally burn, shred, and destroy everything for a hundred miles around!"
  The nymph girl wrinkled her face and squeaked:
  - Well, shit! How could anyone even come up with such idiocy!
  Axel shrugged and remarked:
  "It's always been easier to destroy than to create. Only the most idiot can kill, but not every genius can resurrect. If they can even..."
  Baroness de Fiesta noted:
  "If the individual died recently and the body isn't too damaged, a powerful sorcerer can resurrect them. And if it's a wizard, a very advanced one, or a god, a new body can be created for the immortal soul. And bring the soul back from the other world!" The nymph girl stamped her bare foot and remarked. "So resurrection is possible. And I can even do it in some, less complicated cases!"
  Axel asked with a smile:
  - Does the immortal soul exist?
  Fiesta nodded:
  - Of course! On Earth, all religions believe in the immortal soul. But in Egypt, life on the surface of the Earth was generally considered secondary, and in the afterlife, primary!
  The hobbit boy nodded:
  - Yes, that's exactly how it is! Who denies that people have a soul?
  Axel replied with a sigh:
  "There's a sect that denies the immortality of the soul. They tried to persuade me to join them, but I didn't give in!"
  Fiesta nodded vigorously:
  - And she did the right thing! That's utter nonsense... There are still atheists who deny the existence of gods, but those probably only remain on planet Earth.
  Axel giggled and began to sing:
  The earth in the porthole,
  The earth is visible through the porthole...
  As a son grieves for his mother,
  As a son grieves for his mother,
  We are sad about the Earth, it is alone.
  And the stars nevertheless,
  And yet the stars...
  A little closer, but still just as cold!
  And like the hours of the eclipse,
  And like the hours of the eclipse,
  We wait for the light and see earthly dreams!
  And we dream not of the roar of the cosmodrome,
  Not this icy blue...
  And we dream of grass, grass near the house!
  Green, green grass!
  The nymph-baroness and the hobbit-count, so similar to costumed children from a fantasy extras, applauded.
  Fiesta noted:
  - What a wonderful voice you have. And for a human, you are very beautiful.
  Axel answered sincerely with an innocent look:
  - I dream of marrying a billionaire! And then being left a rich widow!
  Count de Guissart noted:
  "In principle, you could marry a king. And believe me, that's not bad either! But if it's a hobbit or an elf, they live long enough for humans!"
  Axel blurted out:
  - What if it's a dwarf?
  The hobbit boy answered confidently:
  "And dwarves live even longer! Just like vampires, so if you want to become a widow, choose a human husband!"
  The time-traveling girl chirped:
  "Humans aren't quite the thing! Elves, I've been dreaming of making love to them-how cool!"
  The nymph girl chirped:
  - Yes, it really has become the fighting part of everything good. And elves are certainly beautiful!
  There was a pause. Just then, riding a snow-white unicorn, a young elf galloped past them. He looked about sixteen, and he was very handsome. With his luxurious uniform, scarlet boots, and gentle face, you could almost mistake him for a girl with her short hair and a man's suit, decorated with medals and decorations.
  Baroness de Fiesta shouted:
  - Where are you rushing to, Marquis de Sade? Look at our guest!
  The elven youth stopped. He looked at the delightful girl, with her gold-leaf-colored hair and angelic face, and whistled with delight:
  - What a lady! What a class!
  The nymph girl nodded:
  - A rare specimen from planet Earth. Have you heard of such a thing?
  The Marquis de Sade nodded:
  "Of course! They have such great movies and games. People on Earth have incredibly sophisticated and rich imaginations. Traveling there requires a lot of magical energy, but downloading things from Earth is much easier from the internet!"
  The hobbit boy nodded in agreement:
  - You can't argue with that! People on this planet are capable of a lot. Including fighting!
  Axel replied angrily:
  "War movies are fun to watch, and even more so to play on the computer. Military-economic strategy games are especially cool, but... In reality, war is a great evil and a tragedy, isn't it?"
  Count de Guissart answered with confidence:
  "Yes, on the one hand, war is grief! But on the other, it's great fun, a school of courage. So, I have an ambivalent attitude toward war."
  The Marquis de Sade replied in rhyme:
  And even though sometimes you come to spill,
  Then, stormily, someone's red blood,
  To break the thread of life with a sword, an arrow -
  Let us never betray love forever and ever!
  Axel winked at the elf boy and remarked:
  - You are a charmer! And why is your last name such a Marquis de Sade?
  The boy from the glamorous people laughed:
  "I know you had a marquis who was known less for his military exploits than for his literary work. In that regard, he was similar to Alexandre Dumas. A very interesting writer and the embodiment of absolute sexual freedom!"
  The girl who had been transported laughed and chirped:
  - Freedom comes naked, but truth comes barefoot!
  The boy-count giggled and sang:
  - I am the great hobbit of the world,
  I defeat evil enemies...
  And I love Shakespeare's pen,
  There would be fewer fools!
  The nymph-marquise chirped:
  - One, two, three - tear the evil orcs apart!
  The elf marquis asked ingratiatingly:
  - Can I kiss you, golden-haired fairy?
  Axel smiled and answered confidently:
  - Only in the heel! Otherwise I won't give it to you!
  De Sade dismounted, fell prostrate, and kissed the girl's bare foot. She smiled and cooed:
  - More!
  The youthful-looking Marquis de Sade, kneeling, began to shower the beautiful girl's bare feet, one after another, with kisses. He did so with great passion.
  And how mesmerizing it looked. The barefoot boys in shorts began to laugh and point at the obsequious marquis.
  But the young man wasn't bothered by this. Although it did look somewhat comical.
  The Hobbit Earl, stamping his bare feet, noted:
  - Well, that's clearly a bit over the top. Although she's a delicious girl!
  Marquis de Sade - this young elf sang:
  The girls are top-notch,
  Able to tame the dragon...
  Here comes a horse-drawn carriage rushing by -
  To build a new order!
  A crane flew past. It resembled a terrestrial crane, only its beak was coated in a layer of platinum. Seeing a luxuriously dressed young man showering the bare, graceful feet of a stunningly beautiful girl, it chirped:
  Amazing elves,
  They live amazingly..
  After all, their motto is "don't drift",
  You know, the Marquis is certainly cool!
  
  They kiss the girls' heels,
  It's like a marshmallow...
  Play hide and seek with the elf-
  Finish it!
  The Marquis de Sade, looking up from his work, raised his head and noted:
  - And it's you, Gapon! So, do you want some chocolate-covered frogs?
  The crane chuckled and noted:
  - Frog legs go better with ketchup. You've probably tried them before?
  The elf boy laughed and sang:
  Delicacies, delicacies,
  Let's leave the stress, let's leave the stress...
  Let's pour some wine instead,
  But only in moderation, not crazy!
  Axel giggled and noted:
  - Everyone has their own limits! For example, some of us drink so much that...
  The crane noted:
  - If you're going to drink, don't get drunk!
  The mischievous girl continued:
  - And if you're drunk, don't get caught!
  And then he bursts into a bright laugh. And bares his pearly teeth.
  And the crane suddenly pecked the girl on her round, pink heel. She laughed and stuck out her tongue. Although it hurt Axel a little. The girl tried to grab the crane by the beak, but it dodged it very deftly. And then it pecked her again, this time on her shin.
  The Marquis de Sade noted with a chuckle:
  - Free sole massage! That's awesome!
  Axel took it and began to sing with feeling:
  The girl had all her braids cut off,
  The goats are whipping her...
  The beauty's feet are bare,
  Because the clients are asses!
  The crane giggled and asked:
  - Do you want to earn a gold coin?
  The girl exclaimed:
  - Wow!
  The bird suggested:
  - Sing something!
  Axel giggled and asked:
  - For just one gold coin?
  The hobbit boy suggested:
  "Let's go to the central square. There are a lot of people there, and people of different races. She'll be happy to sing there."
  And the team resolutely moved towards the new deployment location.
  CHAPTER No 16.
  The houses around were distinguished by the elegance and grace of their forms, as well as the brightness of their colors.
  The beautiful Axel, slapping her bare, chiseled feet and smiling broadly with her pearly teeth, noted:
  - Honestly, it's really great here. It's like some unique fairytale town.
  The Hobbit Earl noted with a smile:
  - And this is a fairy tale - cheerful and unique!
  The elf marquis chirped with a smile:
  - This is such a salteson, it"s not life, but a sweet dream!
  And they winked at each other.
  The girl stepped in a puddle of melted ice cream. Her slender feet began leaving behind delicate, pink, and bare footprints. It was just a bit sticky.
  The nymph-sorceress conjured a small cloud with her wand. It poured its warm streams onto Axel's bare, seductive feet. The girl laughed and remarked:
  - How wonderful, I want to laugh,
  And the score goes click, and click, and still...
  At the end of the journey you will have to pay!
  Here they finally found themselves in the main square. There was a tower with a colossal clock. And several churches with domes covered in gold or a wondrous orange metal. And it all looked simply wonderful and cool. And there were also buildings strewn thickly with diamonds.
  There were many people here, like those in a fairytale land. Slave boys and girls swept the cobblestones and did various cleaning jobs. They also carried supplies.
  But besides them, there were a multitude of different creatures. Some familiar from the film "The Lord of the Rings," but many unknown. In particular, there were those amusing creatures with dandelion heads. Some had heads glittering with yellow fringe, others white. And everything was so beautiful.
  The Marquis de Sade nodded to the girl Axel:
  - Okay, beauty, sing!
  The boy count nodded:
  - That's right, we all want that!
  The girl stamped her bare foot, made a semicircle and began to sing, composing as she went;
  I found myself in a fairy tale - a world of wonders,
  In which there are elves, ghouls, trolls...
  Sometimes it's just the world of heaven,
  When magic has no measure of will!
  
  I am a girl born near Moscow,
  And at school she fiercely beat up boys...
  Here I met, perhaps, Satan,
  And I got a lot of bumps there!
  
  I wanted to conquer almost the whole world,
  And she joined the elven army...
  To celebrate a glorious feast with Koschei,
  What else is left for this girl!
  
  A barefoot girl goes on the attack,
  What does she need to fight here, what orcs...
  And if necessary, he will hit you with his fist,
  And there will be a conversation, believe me, not a long one!
  
  That girl knows how to win,
  That is her great calling...
  Passing exams with only A's,
  And choosing creation as a matter of deed!
  
  There is no such word for girls,
  This doesn't happen at all in this world...
  She breaks a stool with a vengeance,
  And he throws the young man off the balcony!
  
  The girl doesn't know weakness, believe me,
  Her strength in battle is immeasurable...
  Even if our terrible beast attacks,
  Yes, in battle, know that it is invincible!
  
  Here she kicked with her bare heel,
  Right into the throat of the orc enemy...
  The girl is really Satan,
  And he will even gulp vodka from the bottle!
  
  When a cool showdown is coming,
  No, the girl didn"t appear, they"re afraid...
  Believe me, fate will give her a pass,
  After all, the girl is used to fighting a lot!
  
  She doesn"t know the word - I"m weak,
  How dashing is this girl...
  Even though the orcs are rushing in countless hordes,
  She fights completely barefoot!
  
  She doesn't care about frosts and snowdrifts,
  He will clear everything with his bare heel...
  He will drive the troll into battle, I believe in the coffin,
  And turn the battle into a typo!
  
  Here comes a new world again,
  In which the girls are great, believe me, they will show you...
  And Shakespeare will not describe it with his pen,
  And if necessary, the Lord will punish!
  
  The girl is not alone in the world of elves,
  She is a beauty of cosmic heights...
  We drink the glass, know, to the bottom,
  Although the evil vodka is bitter with wormwood!
  
  Don't be weak in the fight, people,
  So that everything is free and beautiful...
  We will win, in spite of fate, believe me,
  A powerful team without boundaries!
  
  Let's put this evil orc to waste,
  Believe me, a conversation with him is not long...
  And we will make such a strong move,
  That the girls' voices will be ringing!
  
  This is what I sing to you, elves,
  So that you generously appreciate my trill...
  And give out a little bit of each ruble,
  I'm a girl from proud Russia!
  And Axel stamped her bare, chiseled feet. Under her bare soles were gold, silver, and other coins of various denominations.
  Some types of coins thrown by fairy-tale creatures were made of wood or ceramic. And some types of money were even like cookies.
  Axel remarked with a smile:
  - What? You could even say it's funny! She took the money and immediately put it in her mouth!
  The hobbit boy picked up the coins and noted:
  - And that this way you can earn a lot of money!
  The beautiful girl smiled and noted:
  - You might be right! Money can be raked in with a shovel in large quantities. And that's what we're going to do!
  The audience, consisting of representatives of various species of living creatures and fairy-tale characters, demanded that the singing continue.
  Axel bowed lower and replied with a smile:
  - I'm ready!
  And with her bare toes she caught the gold coin and tossed it high. It flew through the air and landed on the girl's bare, pink heel.
  Axel coughed, tensed, and began singing again, composing as she went;
  In the fairytale world everything is wonderful,
  The fairy shook her wand...
  But sometimes it can be dangerous here,
  Satan attacks with a horde!
  
  I came from the technical world,
  Starships where they circle in a row...
  And the ether is full of different things,
  The pioneer squad is coming!
  
  The children boldly gave a salute,
  In a world full of love, beauty...
  And we saw Eden in the distance,
  So that you can go without any unnecessary fuss!
  
  And now the orcs are fighting us,
  This is a powerful impulse from the bears...
  It is not proper to run away without leave,
  Our squad is invincible!
  
  We confidently advance into the attack,
  A squad of barefoot girls...
  Know the beauty, you bully,
  That will hit you right in the snout!
  
  What is this hairy orc monster to me?
  I was born with victory in my hands...
  And the evil katy rush into attack,
  But believe me, I will be able to give you an answer!
  
  I won't say a word to the girl,
  And the syllable is missing - I can"t...
  If a miracle needs to happen,
  I'll run barefoot in the frost!
  
  There is no limit, believe in our power,
  I'm only a woman in appearance...
  Let's make the world, we believe, more beautiful,
  Our sword is sharp, our shield is strong!
  
  I'm ready to fight with my enemies,
  The goblin will also get a kick in the ass...
  You will become a wolf, not a hare,
  As Vladimir Ilyich taught!
  
  These are the kinds of layouts that happen,
  The world is not a chessboard...
  And sometimes there are meteor showers,
  And my heart is filled with melancholy!
  
  He won't be able to break it, I believe in that,
  Our cruel, insidious enemy...
  We play the lottery as it is,
  Where the distributor is the ghoul himself!
  
  No, the girls will not end in battles,
  We are dashing, cool, you know...
  And we have plenty of accomplishments,
  Let's build a paradise on the planet!
  
  God does not like weakness in people,
  His credo is a steel monolith...
  And then old age will not break you,
  Even though the girls' hearts hurt!
  
  There are many gods in the world of fairy tales,
  Those sorcerers can be so evil...
  Let's throw off evil, we'll consider it from its pedestal,
  Let's become like eagles in heart!
  
  I'm a girl fighting barefoot,
  Shoes only drag me down...
  And believe me, she's so cool,
  Svarog himself is my relative!
  
  So giving up is not a choice,
  You won't live to see this orc...
  I am a warrior like a cyborg,
  May the bald dragon die!
  
  The girls will go on the offensive at once,
  They know that there might be...
  The beauty has a ringing voice,
  There will be such a thread of the heart here!
  
  We will be able to finish off these hordes,
  There are simply countless evil orcs here...
  There will certainly be a long fight ahead,
  But glory and honor are with us!
  The hobbit boy leaped higher, twisted in the air, and performed a somersault. Then the bare feet of a child who looked about ten years old caught the tossed coin in mid-air, after which Count de Guissart chirped:
  - Money is power, and great power! On your knees, and fall prostrate before your beloved!
  The Elven Marquis de Sade flexed his arm muscles and drew his sword. He hooked the tip of the wooden coin. Then he tossed it high and, with a confident swing, cut it.
  After which he noted:
  - This is how they divide the indivisible!
  Axel was offended:
  - No! Money is too valuable to be thrown around like that! Coins should be protected!
  The elf youth noted with a smile:
  - If you cut a wooden coin, it brings good luck.
  A dozen gnomes appeared. These stern folk swung picks and hammers, making a terrifying noise. And then there were these very beautiful girls, barefoot, small and graceful like children's, with heads like water lilies.
  Clearly, a serious crowd had gathered. And they all chanted, with great aplomb:
  - We want more songs! We want more!
  The boy-count noted with a smile:
  - See what the people demand! And we can't ignore it!
  Axel replied with a smile:
  - Girls love pilots, girls wait for sailors,
  Girls ignore - mama's boys!
  The barefoot beauty of the marquise-nymph spun around and chirped, noting with a smile:
  "You're certainly a treasure chest of wit! But your voice is simply delightful! It's like sweet, inimitable honey!"
  The hobbit boy de Hissar shook his wand, drew an eight in the air, and a honey pretzel appeared.
  The child-count then broke off a piece and handed it to Axel. The girl happily took it. She popped it into her mouth, chewed, and felt an additional surge of strength.
  After which the girl took it and began to sing with great enthusiasm;
  When we all joined the Komsomol,
  The girls swore a true oath...
  That the world will be like a radiant dream,
  And we will see communism in the distance!
  
  That life will pour out like golden rain,
  And there will be faith, know communism...
  We will surely defeat the enemies,
  Let us crush into dust the hordes of vile orcishness!
  
  But it didn't turn out to be a piece of cake at all,
  The world turned out to be the tip of a dagger...
  The right of the fist reigns everywhere,
  For whom, imagine the earth is not enough!
  
  But our motto is not to give in to enemies,
  Orkmacht won't bring us to our knees...
  Exams are passed with A's,
  And our teacher is the brilliant Lenin!
  
  We can make Hitler a khan,
  Even though the Fuhrer of the underworld is even cooler...
  The fighter shouts "Hurray" with delight,
  And disperses the darkness and clouds with a volley!
  
  We, the Komsomol members, shouting hurray,
  We will raise the whole world on the rack with screams...
  The children laugh and rejoice,
  For the glory of our mother Elfia!
  
  And communism has a very bright flag,
  Which is the color of blood, and a grenade...
  He is an aggressive fighter like a magician,
  And Hitler will also face retribution, believe me!
  
  There will be no limits for achievements,
  And the girls run to battle in beauty...
  The swarm of orcs has noticeably thinned out,
  And our little pioneer voice is ringing!
  
  Beauties run to the front barefoot,
  Why do girls need shoes? They don't need them...
  And we'll hit Hitler with our fists,
  Friendship will be for the glory of the Fatherland!
  
  Yes, for the sake of our holy Motherland,
  We will do things you never dreamed of...
  And we will sweep away the orcs like a scythe,
  Let us show mercy only to those who have surrendered!
  
  In Elfia, every warrior is from the nursery,
  The boy was born with a machine gun!
  You kill the damned Fuhrer -
  We must fight bravely for our Motherland!
  
  We will do everything very well,
  In battle, both an adult and a boy are strong...
  Although the fight is too hard,
  But believe me, the girl is not stupid!
  
  She is capable of conquering mountains,
  Throw a grenade with your bare foot...
  The she-wolf barks and the bear roars,
  The Orksists will face severe retribution!
  
  We defeated the Tatar army,
  They fought the Ottomans very bravely...
  They did not give in to the pressure of the infidels,
  Where there was thunder, suddenly it became quiet!
  
  The warriors come from a family,
  In which the banner of communism rules...
  Oh you, my dear friends,
  Break the tanks of large orcsism!
  
  Everyone can achieve everything,
  After all, we are forever united with the Motherland...
  We row together like one oar,
  The fighters for communism are invincible!
  
  Science will resurrect all the dead at once,
  And we flutter in love with Jesus...
  You hit the orc player right in the eye,
  Fighting with unbending art!
  As they sang, a dragon duke with twelve heads, as large as an airliner, landed smoothly. The crowd parted before him, making way for the colossal giant.
  The hobbit boy squealed:
  - Wow! What a monster!
  Axel automatically said:
  The three-faced monster of hell awaits,
  The guardian of the gates of the underworld...
  The human raven of the flock,
  Made a wild turn!
  And the girl, scooping up the coins with her graceful, seductive foot, picked them up and tossed them high. The golden discs flew higher, sparkling in the light of three sunbeams. Then Axel deftly caught them, and with delight, she took them and sang:
  - Gold, gold, falls from the sky,
  Bright as those stars in the night...
  We will have a harvest - a lot of bread,
  The rays sparkle with the glow of the sun!
  The huge dragon spoke, rattling its jaws:
  - Well, girl! You seem to want to study? Isn't that so?
  Axel chuckled and sang:
  - Teachers are free,
  They spent time with me...
  You suffered with me in vain,
  The most skilled magician...
  Wise teachers,
  Listening inattentively,
  Everything that was not asked of me,
  I did it somehow!
  The hobbit boy winked and remarked:
  "Grand Duke, she's just joking! In reality, she has a sensitive soul and is as vulnerable as a flower!"
  The Elven Marquis de Sade nodded:
  - Don't think that this girl serves something evil!
  The enormous dragon thundered, so loudly that the inhabitants of the fairy-tale world sat down, and roared:
  "Good and evil are relative concepts! In that sense, there's no point in plucking a string on a double bass! And what is evil?"
  Axel noted:
  - Don't do to others what you wouldn't wish for yourself!
  The dragon laughed so loudly that the surrounding buildings shook, and quite logically noted:
  - What if you like being bullied and tormented? What then?
  The Elven Marquis noted:
  - The fair sex sometimes enjoys being mocked! It's an axiom!
  Axel was about to say something when a tongue of flame burst from under the marble slab and licked her bare, round heel carnivorously. The girl screamed.
  There was laughter. The hobbit boy chirped:
  The tongues of the fire lick our heels,
  Why do people dislike touch-me-nots so much?
  Workers of the knife and axe...
  Romantics from the high road!
  And then the flame licked the count's little heel. He even jumped up with a howl.
  The Dragon Duke nodded his dozen heads:
  - Well, as you can see, I can do it!
  And the flame of the fire licked the enchanting marquise-nymph's bare soles. Which, I must say, was quite wonderful. The girl from the fairytale world jumped up and squealed.
  After which she noted:
  - It's just a massage! I like it!
  And again, tongues of flame, even larger, licked the girl's bare heel. Now that was truly a grand gesture. There's no denying the beauty was spot on.
  The dragon duke raised his head higher. He puffed out his cheeks and blew into the air. And literally a couple of minutes later, the sky was covered with clouds. They were purple and shimmering. And with great enthusiasm, the rain began to fall. Large, warm drops of rain began to fall on the city.
  A noise was heard... Boys in swimming trunks-human slaves-joyfully splashed their bare feet through the puddles. But they were stopped by the menacing shouts of the overseers, mostly elven. And the child slaves immediately returned to their duties.
  Axel splashed her bare, graceful foot into the quickly forming puddle and chirped:
  - They run along a crooked path,
  Barefoot girls' feet...
  I'm tired of milking the cow,
  I want to tease my happiness!
  The hobbit boy, stamping his bare, childish feet, said:
  - I'll harness the horse to the collar,
  And fortune awaits me!
  The nymph girl giggled and chirped:
  Fortune's hour,
  It's time to play!
  In the rays of the string,
  Try not to waste this hour!
  Axel responded enthusiastically:
  - It happens, it happens,
  What separates you from success is just a trifle...
  It can't help but lead us,
  May the girl have wonderful luck on her way!
  And the team quickly picked up:
  Fortune's hour,
  It's time to play,
  In the rays of the string,
  We will walk in the sun!
  CHAPTER No 17.
  Stalin-Putin also wanted to break the routine of life as the ruler of a country that had effectively lost the war with literary exploits. And in particular, he also began dictating some rather wild fantasy:
  Alik Karasev, a boy, loved surfing the internet. Especially when he managed to hack a bank account and buy himself a virtual reality headset. Now you're inside a neural network, and you have a complete sense of electronic reality, as if you're flying through a wide corridor, while all sorts of numbers, complex streams of information, and clumps of energy from the sprawling network rush around you.
  At thirteen, Alik already knew more about computers and software than most academics. In particular, he invented his own game. It was called "Hyperevolution." In it, the player starts at the lowest level: a monkey (here you can choose who you want to become, from a chimpanzee to a gorilla). Then there are various levels of leveling up, scoring points, completing levels, improving. And so on and so forth. First, a monkey, then a primitive man, then a Neanderthal, then a sapiens, and then through the eras. Including the atomic age, the space age, and nanotechnology. And then you're superhuman, then a godman, a human demiurge. And then you're creating universes yourself, and the gods are waging war against each other. And so on, all the way to absolute omnipotence.
  The game was, of course, fantastic. But the boy, who wasn't yet twelve at the time, didn't profit from it.
  Alik Karasev was resentful and inclined to seek revenge on society. People are truly evil and resort to violence at the slightest provocation. A nuclear war, for example, had almost broken out, and then his relatively comfortable and peaceful life would have come to an end.
  The boy was now intrigued by the idea of merging quarks and preons. He had some ideas about how one gram of practically any matter could yield more energy than burning all the oil produced on planet Earth in a year. And the child genius was already getting the hang of it.
  Meanwhile, he was gliding through the vastness of the internet, along high-speed highways, and in the virtual helmet, it all felt just like a real flight. Furthermore, the boy made some modifications to both the helmet and the modem itself, opening up additional capabilities.
  And now he was seriously considering a huge sum of money transfer from the Central Bank, and all the security programs would simply not notice him, as if he were invisible.
  Suddenly, something stirred online. It was like the presence of some special, unusually powerful energy.
  The boy mechanically turned on the news channel.
  They urgently and very emotionally conveyed:
  A huge number of flying objects have been discovered beyond the orbit of Pluto, some up to a thousand kilometers in diameter. They are moving at tremendous speeds toward planet Earth.
  Alik exclaimed with admiration:
  "Finally, we've met our fellow sentient beings! We're not alone in the universe! And I'll be able to fly not just on the internet, but on a hyperinternet spanning multiple galaxies!"
  Indeed, many thousands of spaceships approached planet Earth. There was, of course, no unified government. Although, after the death of the previous, rather belligerent Russian president, the confrontation subsided somewhat. Nevertheless, there is no sign of agreement between the countries.
  An urgent call for a UN Security Council meeting was announced. The only question is whether they'll meet in time. And most importantly, if the enemy's starships aren't peaceful, how can they be stopped? Humanity is completely unprepared for a space war. Russia also urgently convened its Security Council.
  Professor Anatoly Sinitsyn was also invited. He was the first to notice the approaching space armada. However, there really was no time. The starships were moving rapidly and could strike with all manner of unknown alien weapons.
  Marshal and Minister of Defense Vladimir Buldogov, a rather large man, said harshly and aggressively:
  "Thousands of enemy combat vehicles are approaching us. The only option is to launch a preemptive strike against them with nuclear weapons."
  The members of the security council mumbled something unintelligible.
  The Russian President objected:
  "No! Firstly, we don't yet know whether these are combat starships or not. And secondly, we don't have missiles capable of hitting orbiting ships with nuclear warheads. And most importantly, there are too many of them, and even if we managed to launch a couple of thermonuclear warheads into space, it wouldn't affect the enemy's ability to hit us. Moreover, we have no idea what they have!"
  The Prime Minister confirmed:
  "If they were able to reach us, it means their technology is far superior to human technology. Just think of the power it would take to transport such an armada between the stars. It's best to resolve this peacefully!"
  The head of the FSB nodded:
  - Yes! We couldn't even defeat our neighbors, and fighting a space empire... That's suicide!
  The Minister of Defense wanted to say something, but caught the President's heavy gaze and remained silent. The head of state's office was furnished with restrained luxury. There was plenty of gilding and portraits of Russian tsars, including Alexander II, the Liberator, who was also canonized. And this tsar likely did indeed do much for Russia.
  Professor Anatoly Sinitsyn had just burst in. He was late, of course. He'd also accidentally spilled a bottle of his wife's expensive women's perfume on himself. He looked rather comical. The worst part was, there was nothing to ask him about. It was already clear that an entire armada was heading for the planet, and there was little chance of resisting it. In fact, even the naked eye could tell the chances were zero. Unless you used magic.
  However, the president asked:
  - How did you discover these starships?
  The scientist answered honestly:
  - Completely by chance! At first, I thought it was a whole cloud of meteorites and asteroids. But... I have a very powerful telescope, the most modern one, and I was able to discern that they were shaped either like deep-sea fish, streamlined, or like naked daggers, or like raindrops.
  Anton sighed heavily and continued:
  - In any case, we now know for sure that we are not alone in the universe!
  The Minister of Defense muttered:
  "And that's our curse! Indeed, we find ourselves facing such a challenge, yet we have nothing significant. Even a hypersonic missile can't reach orbit beyond the atmosphere."
  The President grinned and rubbed the ring on his index finger, saying:
  "Or maybe it's for the best. We'd end up at war, perhaps with an entire star empire. But in this case, we'll be friends and trade. And maybe they'll give us, or sell us, some of the latest technology that Earth so desperately needs!"
  The Prime Minister shook his bald head and blurted out:
  "For example, eternal youth! I read in a science fiction novel where aliens granted immortality to everyone who joined a space brotherhood! And real immortality, with nanobots!"
  Professor Sinitsyn nodded:
  - Yes. That's entirely possible. It's like in the novel "The Hour of the Bull." There was a starship there, too, and its inhabitants had no intention of using violence, although they did resort to trickery and intimidation!
  The President stated:
  "It's decided! Put the troops on full combat alert, but don't open fire, under threat of execution on sight. And offer the aliens negotiations, telling them that our intentions are purely peaceful!"
  In the United States, of course, a security council was also convened. And there, too, a decision was made to avoid war if possible. Clearly, the enemy is numerous-over a hundred thousand ships of various types have already been counted-and, undoubtedly, they are far more technologically advanced than Earthlings.
  That's roughly what they decided in China. The world's three most powerful nations generally reached a consensus. And all three heads of state called each other.
  The President of the People's Republic of China was the oldest of them, both in age and in terms of time in office. And his advice was simple:
  - The slower you go, the further you get!
  And starships, of an as-yet-unknown race, surrounded the planet Earth. They were incredibly fast, maneuverable, and their armor shimmered like steel when the sun's rays struck it. There were approximately one hundred and twenty thousand ships in total. And a dozen of them were a third the size of the Moon. One could only imagine how many people they could hold. And it was terrifying.
  What a powerful and numerous empire of unknown aliens this is. And it's not at all a given that they came with good intentions.
  Alik Karasev ran out into the street. An ordinary thirteen-year-old boy, barely out of his teens and still essentially a child. He had fair hair, fairly long, and was handsome, if a bit plump. Alik had worked out a bit, though, and it was clear he had some muscle. It was May.
  It was quite warm, but not hot. The boy jumped out in a T-shirt and shorts, and of course, sneakers, as walking barefoot around Moscow would have been too exotic.
  However, the sun had just hidden behind a cloud, and it turned out to be chilly in the T-shirt and shorts.
  Alik looked at the sky. But he couldn't see anything; the alien armada was beyond the atmosphere. So the boy rushed to the computer room. There, he happily connected to the internet. He could watch powerful video cameras filming space and the alien armada.
  And the spectacle is something else... Star Wars is fading. It's hard to believe that such a massive space fleet could even be built. And what resources it would require.
  The largest starships, not much smaller than the moon, were teardrop-shaped. But most ominously, thousands of guns of various calibers were visible. And these machines were far from harmless.
  Some of the guns were like those on Earth's battleships, only larger. But there were also emitters of more elaborate designs. Like safety razor blades or heating coils.
  The boy sang:
  There are no winners in the last war,
  No one will escape a salvo of missiles!
  There is no need to fight with an alien from heaven,
  And it"s better to be friends, having honestly stretched out five!
  So far, the aliens themselves are nowhere to be seen. The ships are of varying sizes, but even the smallest are larger than the largest battleship in the US Navy. And, of course, the hawks of all stripes have fallen silent. They've lost the desire to fight such a powerful force.
  Moreover, the starships, having surrounded the Earth, froze, as if they were waiting for something.
  Meanwhile, the Russian President addressed the nation.
  His speech was generally conciliatory, with a veneer of calm. But the president was clearly nervous. He said, however, that we should rejoice that, at last, we have found fellow beings. Very advanced ones, at that. And perhaps Earth's problems will be solved.
  Russia, indeed, has plenty of problems. True, the economic crisis proved temporary, and there's a rebound. Indeed, natural resources are still plentiful. And the old party retained power, especially since its main rivals also failed to gain any leaders or popularity.
  But overall, of course, people aren't living so badly yet that they want change at any cost. And aliens are a complete surprise to everyone.
  Meanwhile, Alik was surfing the internet. He had an idea for fusing preons, which are what quarks are made of, and converting ordinary matter into antimatter. Then the genius boy came up with an idea for how to pump all this into a computer and achieve a special level of ability.
  Although, of course, there will be a number of difficulties here. But then something like this will be possible...
  Computer game developers probably never dreamed of such possibilities, which simply surpass the human imagination.
  The boy decided to take RPGs seriously and create something passable and very powerful, capable of fighting these... aliens!
  Suddenly, the computer monitor went dark. Then it flickered back on. An image of some kind of feathered creature with a parrot's crest and a large beak appeared before the boy. He was wearing a uniform, however, and on it hung some kind of glittering jewels, resembling orders and medals, studded with bright gems.
  And so, a typical parrot with wings and a tail sticking out from under its uniform.
  They showed him full-length. His shiny boots were visible. Nearby were a couple more parrots in uniforms and medals. You couldn't tell whether they were male or female.
  The plumage is bright and the uniforms are luxurious. And in the distance, warriors in spacesuits and with their heads covered by helmets-like the clones in Star Wars.
  Yes, the company is impressive.
  The chief parrot, whose epaulettes were studded with the largest diamonds and whose whole house was hung with jewels like a jewelry store, spoke:
  "Greetings, younger brothers in mind! I am Hypermarshal Krong, commander of the space, trade, and tourist fleets. We come to you in peace!"
  And he paused dramatically. Two other bipedal parrots, wearing uniforms and boots, muttered something. It was clear that these birds, in addition to legs and wings, also had arms.
  They wear white gloves and are quite mobile, and they seem to have five fingers, almost like a human.
  Apparently, many people breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this phrase. But it was too early to relax.
  High Marshal Krong continued:
  "We propose that you join our empire quietly and peacefully, without any bloodshed. Believe me, resistance is futile. We do not allow free civilizations within our state. If you resist, all your leaders will be destroyed. But if you join voluntarily, then..."
  And there was another pause. The image of the hypermarshal parrot was on every monitor and television screen, even those that were turned off or broken. And it was shocking.
  The US President asked:
  - And under what conditions?
  Krong answered with confidence:
  "The very best! Not only will you preserve your lives, but your bodies will be transformed and become more advanced. You will no longer age and will be able to live without disease or hunger. You will no longer have wars or crime. You will all find happiness and confidence in the future. And you will be able to enjoy the benefits of the technology of an extremely advanced, space-faring civilization!"
  At the last words, the hypermarshal-parrot raised his voice theatrically.
  The Chairman of the People's Republic of China, a seasoned politician who has seen a lot, noted:
  - This sounds, of course, excellent and tempting, but what should we give in return?
  The hypermarshal logically noted:
  "What choice do you have? It won't even be a war, it will be a one-sided massacre. And, in any case, your bodies will be annihilated, and if you believe in the soul, then we can fish that out and send it to the cybernetic abyss. For you, in that case, there will be no heaven-only hell, and a hell a hundred times harsher than in Christianity and Islam!"
  The Russian President croaked:
  - Can we think about it?
  Krong shrugged and replied:
  "I can give you an hour! There's no point anymore. Besides, there are a lot of tourists arriving on starships, and they're just dying to see some kind of war."
  Both monitors and screens turned off at once.
  The Russian Prime Minister noted:
  - On the one hand, eternal life and youth, on the other, annihilation of the body and hell for the soul... Of course, you'd have to be an idiot not to choose the first!
  The Russian President responded:
  - Well, it's clear what reason dictates. But what's the catch?
  The Minister of Defense proposed:
  - They'll turn us into zombies, like in the movie "Puppet Masters," and we'll be toiling away for them and not thinking about anything!
  The head of the FSB quite logically and reasonably noted:
  "That's not a fact yet. But they'll take us and vaporize us all at once, that's for sure. Better to pretend we agree to everything and willingly submit. And then, we'll look for a moment to break free from their dictate!"
  There was a pause. The Russian President looked at the portraits on the walls. There was Nicholas II. He had made a harsh peace with Japan, ceding southern Sakhalin to them.
  Did this tsar act correctly? With the revolution and mass uprisings raging, continuing the war would have meant senseless losses. And perhaps things would have been even worse. Take Peter the Great. He, too, to avoid a two-front war, returned Azov to Turkey, where so many soldiers had died. Moreover, not everyone knows that under Peter the Great, Russia surrendered several of its fortresses to China, then ruled by the Manchu dynasty. And this, too, was a forced decision.
  So even great kings were forced to yield. Therefore, the question-whether to continue to resist and expose oneself to attack, or to submit-is rhetorical. Common sense says: "Better to submit."
  The president recalled a film. In it, a boxer, imprisoned, stubbornly avoided a fight. As a result, he condemned himself to unnecessary suffering. And ultimately, he was forced to agree. Why did he even suffer? He had no choice either.
  And then fight with such a huge army? He's not suicidal. Ivan the Terrible, it seems, refused peace with the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, even though he could have retained part of Livonia, including Narva, as part of Russia. But he wanted Livonia as a whole. And ultimately, not only did he gain nothing, but he even suffered territorial losses. However, the annexation of the Sibir Khanate partially offset the losses.
  Alik was also thinking at the same time. Indeed, war with such an innumerable armada was pointless. But what if, say, some kind of virus, or even some computer blobs, were created and all the squadron's electronic and cybernetic systems were knocked out at once?
  True, he has no idea what kind of technology these parrots have. And is it just these birds, or are there other races? Look at those warriors standing there. Their figures don't resemble birds.
  Who are they? Robots, clones, or something else? Perhaps other races are participating in this campaign. The second, of course, offer of virtual immortality is very tempting. But eternal youth is more the concern of old men. It wouldn't be right for a child like him to fill his head with such thoughts. Although, of course, Alik didn't consider himself a little boy. Firstly, he was very smart, a true genius. And secondly, he'd already accomplished a lot, and never been caught. That, too, was something to be skilled at.
  So Alik Karasev will still prove himself. And this feathered armada will get a real kick in the pants.
  The image of the Hypermarshal flashed again. His beak seemed even more menacing and arrogant.
  He hissed:
  - Well, what have you decided?
  All three heads of state: China, Russia and the United States responded in unison:
  - Yes!
  Krong muttered:
  - And what did you decide!
  The head of China responded:
  - It"s foolish for a feather to resist a hurricane!
  The US President nodded:
  - We are ready to accept your terms!
  The Russian President confirmed:
  - Just guarantee life and freedom!
  The hypermarshal chuckled and replied:
  "You know, we've changed our minds. And there will still be a war. It was all for nothing that a couple trillion warriors from all over the galaxy came here!"
  The head of China noted:
  - But you'll destroy everything! Why do you need ruins?
  Krong answered confidently:
  "And we'll build a new world on the ruins. Besides, we need to teach people a lesson. But don't be afraid. We won't drop annihilation bombs on you. We'll use small fighters and ground troops. And that will at least be some fun."
  The Russian President muttered:
  - We have nuclear weapons!
  The hypermarshal chuckled:
  "This is old stuff? The only thing you can do with it is harm yourselves! Destroy your own cities and contaminate the Earth!"
  The Minister of Defense hissed:
  - But you won't get it! And anyway, it's better to die standing than to live on your knees!
  Krong laughed, and his laughter sounded mocking. The hypermarshal of the space empire hissed:
  "Really? You don't want to kneel? Well, your agony will amuse us. We miss the spectacle. There aren't enough intelligent civilizations in the universe to pass up such a fun opportunity to experience something new and exciting!"
  The Russian President whispered:
  The enemy thinks in vain,
  What can break the Russians...
  He who is brave attacks in battle,
  We will beat our enemies furiously!
  The High Marshal burst out laughing. A parrot in uniform and decorated with medals, standing to his right, declared:
  "I've never seen such fools. It's like an ant threatening a mammoth. An ant is more like a microbe!"
  And the female parrot civilization showed her long tongue, opening her lacquered and gilded beak wider. It looked quite amusing.
  In general, these aliens are more comical than scary, but there are too many of them, and a whole armada of ships. And if you think about it logically, a civilization that managed to travel such a huge number of parsecs in space must be technologically far superior to humanity, which, even in the twenty-first century, still can't fly to the Moon. And where do all those things go?
  Alik watched this entire spectacle through the monitors, and the boy genius's thoughts were far from cheerful. Indeed, a mouse in the paws of a cat has a far better chance than humanity in the clutches of intelligent parrots. But are they intelligent? Recall the famous film "Mars Attacks": those creatures really weren't all that intelligent. And they did a lot of damage to people. But that was still a fairy tale and human fantasy. And this, in fact, was a real nightmare.
  The Minister of Defense reported:
  "We have several hypersonic missiles with nuclear warheads. We need to deal them a devastating blow to the nearby starships!"
  The Russian President expressed doubt, shaking his grey head heavily:
  - Will they even reach their target? Will their engines have enough power?
  The head of the military-industrial complex noted:
  - They might make it. But maybe they really will hit the landing party as they're landing?
  The head of the FSB remarked skeptically:
  "Not the best idea. Contaminating our own territory with radiation. It would be better, indeed, to try to reach it in orbit. But if we're choosing a target, it's more rational to hit large starships!"
  The Russian President nodded:
  - Well then. If I'm going to die, then with music. You can try it, if not eat it, then at least take a bite!
  The Minister of Defense noted:
  The president must issue the order to use nuclear weapons in writing. Otherwise, it would be very inconvenient.
  A girl in a short skirt and high heels presented the head of state with a draft decree. He casually signed it. And the order was given.
  The war machine began to spin.
  The hypermarshal saw all this and asked the female supermarshal with irony:
  - Do you think they'll try to get us with their firecrackers?
  She answered with a laugh:
  "Our lasers will knock down any of their dummy missiles if necessary. But it's time to teach that impudent primate a lesson. Perhaps we should hit the Kremlin with an annihilation charge?"
  Krong objected:
  - No! That would be too easy! We're starting the landing. That's an order!
  And landing modules began to emerge from numerous starships. They are shaped like dolphins or sharks. Naturally streamlined, they carry soldiers. Typically, each module has a parrot commander and clone troopers to serve as subordinates.
  And literally millions of such modules poured out, and they attacked the planet from all sides, and all countries simultaneously. People had practically no response. China didn't have nuclear missiles with which to attack starships in orbit. And the US decided it was better not to provoke the star monsters. Indeed, you can't beat a whip with a club. In smaller countries, there's also panic, and at the same time, some people are even jubilant. It's a mixed bag.
  In particular, one of the professors, an ardent atheist, quite logically noted:
  Let theologians tell us whether Jesus Christ was incarnated into the bodies of these powerful and evolved parrots. Or into the bodies of other representatives of various worlds? And did Almighty God incarnate into the flesh of various beings thousands of times, and resurrect thousands of times? Can you, theologians, say anything?
  Seventh-day Adventists and their leadership were quick to state:
  "They're demons, they created an illusion using the power of Lucifer. In reality, there were no evil and sinful aliens, and in principle, there couldn't be! These are Satan's machinations-don't believe them! The devil is creating a mirage."
  Muslims were also shocked. However, although the Quran doesn't mention the existence of other evil civilizations, there is a seventh heaven and beings inhabiting the universe. So it's a matter of interpretation. And perhaps evil aliens also exist by Allah's will.
  Well, the Buddhists are even rejoicing. It turns out that Buddha, who taught about the existence of many worlds, intelligent civilizations, and various gods in the cosmos, was right! And others who denied intelligent life in the universe and believed only in the Bible were wrong. And there is great joy among them.
  The landing modules moved leisurely. Perhaps even to prolong the excitement of the coming battles. There, indeed, were hypersonic missiles hurtling into orbit. They carried nuclear warheads and, according to calculations, should reach the nearest ship.
  But it requires a lot of fuel and energy.
  Of course, parrots have gravity radars and powerful computers. Their civilization is far older than human civilization. True, parrots have no experience of war with an equal opponent. But are humans equal?
  The Russian President was sweating profusely, his bald head glistening. Understandably, he was very nervous. Especially since he sensed the aliens wouldn't give him a pat on the head for this.
  The rockets have already broken through the atmosphere and are entering a vacuum. The hardest part is controlling them from such a distance. And where should they be aimed? At the largest starship?
  The female supermarshal noted:
  "Maybe we should shoot them down before it's too late? Should we let them scratch our starships with their pathetic firecrackers?"
  Krong countered with a grin:
  "We've mostly explored planets either devoid of life, or with only the most primitive forms of it. And here we have such a gift - a miniature war! Is it really worth missing out on such a pleasure?"
  The female parrot replied anxiously:
  "The humans have thermonuclear charges. And they're powerful. In any case, they could even damage the flagship's armor, causing casualties among the Pustslavs!"
  The hypermarshal remarked mockingly:
  "We have enough population. We've already settled many planets. And to die in battle is a glorious death. The soul of a fallen warrior will receive an entire universe of slaves!"
  The female supermarshal chuckled and asked:
  "Have you ever seen even one, this universe in the afterlife? Sentient beings certainly have souls, and even state-of-the-art scanners can photograph them. But they disappear somewhere, vanishing without a trace. Either they go to a parallel universe, through wormholes in space, or they incarnate into other bodies. But there's also a theory that the soul is unstable outside the body and simply dissipates."
  Krong hissed:
  "Shut up, Kira! For such talk, you could lose your epaulets and even be relegated to the slave class. If the Emperor teaches that those who die in battle are given an entire universe of slaves, then that's how it is! And you have to believe it."
  The Russian missiles hesitated, then headed toward the starship of the Pustoslavs-the self-designation of a civilization of intelligent parrots-a flagship-class Gross-Battleship. This ship is comparable in size to a planetary satellite. It even has its own gravity. Although the Pustoslavs know how to artificially create it on starships.
  The female supermarshal croaked:
  - Let's hit them with lasers! We need to shoot them down. It's dangerous!
  Krong laughed and replied:
  "Such small missiles, what can they do? The flagship has multilayered armor, made of the strongest metal. It's even interesting to test it in action. It's really a shame to have so many powerful, armored spaceships, and yet hardly ever test their durability in combat conditions!"
  The ultramarshal-parrot standing on the left nodded in agreement:
  "Yes, we'll see what our defenses are worth. Humans don't have annihilation shells. Which means they're far from our equal!"
  The female supermarshal noted:
  - No one in my rich experience has ever regretted being careful!
  Krong objected:
  - No! We've regretted it, and more than once! Stop whining and staring blankly at the mirror. Tighten your grip on the universe, steely, feathered fingers!
  The thermonuclear missiles finally reached their target. They slammed at high speed into the flagship's thick, alloy-metal armor from a distance of a hundred meters. Nuclear flames flared, practically invisible to the naked eye from Earth. The mass of metal suddenly evaporated, there was a thunderous roar, a shaking sound, and the characteristic mushrooms began to grow on the surface of the grand battleship's flagship-terrifying, toxic, making the death cap look like an innocent misunderstanding of nature!
  CHAPTER No 18.
  The two-legged parrots felt the jolt. They flipped over, somersaulting from the forceful shaking, but then quickly jumped to their feet.
  The hypermarshal growled:
  - Not a bad try - primate bugs!
  The female parrot hissed in anger:
  - So how are we going to answer them?
  Krong puffed out his cheeks, which were located on either side of his sharp beak. And roared:
  - If they are so stubborn, we will kill them slowly!
  The menagerie applauded.
  The female supermarshal muttered:
  - Let's hit the Kremlin! We have annihilation and even thermoquark charges with enormous, lethal force!
  Krong objected:
  "Too easy and simple! I don't want Russia's leadership to be destroyed without even realizing what happened to them. Let them, especially the bald ones, die slowly, having tasted the full cup of pain and humiliation!"
  The female ultramarshal squeaked:
  - That's right, let the landing party do the work! We'll give them Armageddon!
  Krong ordered:
  "Let's conquer the planet! And drop a rocket with an annihilation pump on the South Pole. Let the ice evaporate and it gets hotter... literally!"
  And the menagerie burst into laughter once again. And the parrots began pecking at the keyboards.
  Boy Alik couldn't see all this, but on the internet you can see that the nuclear attack didn't work out. And that the landing craft were approaching. So far, the enemy hasn't rushed to strike with its missiles, but that's understandable-it's too simple!
  The boy programmer sang:
  Too often trouble knocks at the door,
  But the boy genius believes in science...
  After all, you just have to turn on your mind -
  You can beat up enemies pretty well!
  And the child, only thirteen years old, threw chewing gum into his mouth.
  Meanwhile, figures began jumping out of the landing modules. Anti-aircraft guns opened fire on them, and surface-to-air missiles began flying.
  However, technologically advanced parrots are not so simple. Computer-controlled hyperlaser beams have shot down shells, missiles, and even bullets.
  And in response, the two-legged feathered creatures also began firing their ray guns. Their shots, when they hit, charred the bodies, turning them into mere skeletons. It was simply horrific to watch. And the parrots in their spacesuits laughed heartily.
  Besides these birds, among the soldiers there were also beautiful girls from the colonial troops. They were indeed very young-looking, with faces practically girlish. But they were also quite tall and athletic, and in this case, it was clear that they weren't just physically similar.
  The newest camera focused on a girl wearing a transparent spacesuit helmet.
  Alik exclaimed with admiration:
  - She has ears like a lynx! She's an elf!
  The boy programmer sang:
  - This is Armageddon coming,
  The enemies are threatened with complete defeat...
  But don't give in to him,
  Turn evil monsters into darkness!
  But then the beautiful elf aimed her laser rifle, which resembled a gong with a handle, and pulled the trigger. And then a green wave flew, sweeping like a tsunami. And immediately, a dozen Russian soldiers and policemen were charred. Even bones began to crumble.
  The girl with lynx ears licked her lips and cooed:
  - Love and death, good and evil,
  It is not destined to understand what is sacred and what is sinful...
  Love and death, good and evil -
  And we are given only one choice!
  And now, four elven girls pressed the trigger buttons. And it went off with deadly force. And an entire company of Russian soldiers, along with the tank, vanished in an instant.
  Alik blurted out inappropriately:
  - While the goblin was shaving,
  The ghoul vanished! And simply disappeared!
  And now the burning buildings of Moscow are visible. Yes, the parrots and their flock have already set the fires. And then it became clear that there are quite a lot of elven girls. And with them, there are also warriors from the troll race. They also look like very beautiful and muscular human girls, only with expressive, aquiline noses.
  And they have no mercy. They pounded a multi-story building with their deadly weapons. And the nine-story building collapsed, collapsing like a house of cards.
  And raking in both women and children. And the troll warriors suddenly started yelling:
  - Scream, smash and tear to pieces,
  This is life, this is happiness!
  And then the beauties start firing at the cars with their lethal machine guns and pipes. And the cars literally melt. This is the total destruction of people.
  These girls are just hyper. And they roar at the top of their lungs:
  - We'll tear you all to pieces,
  And we will stab and kill!
  We will burn them all, and we will kill them all,
  If necessary, even at night!
  Wow... One of them flew up to the wounded soldier and stuck her bare, chiseled, very beautiful and seductive-looking foot right into the young man's face.
  And she cooed:
  - Come on, kiss my heel!
  He came to life, the wounded male's eyes lit up, and his strength seemed to return. With great enthusiasm, he took hold of her bare, pink sole and kissed it.
  The elf girl cooed:
  - You're a good boy...
  And laughing, she said:
  - So be a boy!
  And she aimed her pistol at him. Something switched on inside him. And she sent a chronoplasmic stream into a man of about thirty. And so, what had once been a grown man became a boy of about twelve. True, his wound instantly healed, and shorts replaced his pants. The boy laughed and bowed, saying:
  - Glory to you, our liberator!
  The girl nodded with a smile:
  - You're much prettier this way. Human males are pretty nasty looking. Maybe we should turn them into children?
  Another beauty nodded her orange hair aggressively in response and confirmed:
  - Yes, that's the best! But the boys are too obedient slaves. Maybe we should make someone more serious!
  The elf girl objected:
  - No! Let all people become children! Otherwise, we will simply destroy them!
  And a mocking laugh was heard.
  Alik, who was monitoring the invasion via the Hypernet, burst out laughing and noted with a smile:
  - Really! What kind of humanization is this?
  The girls who participated in the invasion made an appeal to High Marshal Krong:
  - Maybe we shouldn't kill people? Maybe we should just make slaves out of them?
  Krong roared in response:
  - No! That's not interesting! First we'll kill them all, then resurrect them and make them slaves!
  The female supermarshal parrot confirmed:
  "Oh, my God! This really is the best solution. We'll have some fun and at the same time test the effects of the chronoplasm blasters. Can they transform people's souls into the bodies we want? And that will be absolutely wonderful."
  Another female parrot noted:
  "We feathered ones are forced to assume the form of elves to avoid aging. But we can only command troops as is customary in parrot bodies. What a paradox: to avoid aging, we must limit our time in power!"
  Krong laughed and replied:
  "Yes, that's clever! Now we have a million female elves and another million female trolls, and only one in the body of a natural race. And even then, only for a short time, so as not to age... These are the curves of our civilization!"
  The female parrot replied:
  - Well, that's the price you pay for bodily immortality. And believe me, immortality is very much worth it!
  Krong laughed and noted:
  "Our powers are so great that... People probably don't even suspect what a rich gift they'll receive from us. Men will become boys, and women... They'll gain eternal youth and beauty. But first, we'll destroy their former bodies. And we'll kill them in such a way as to cause the maximum amount of suffering."
  The female ultramarshal objected:
  "We are a civilized race, and we must know our limits when inflicting physical pain. After all, there is a Bill of Rights that even spells out the rules for the exploitation of slaves. And it also contains a number of restrictions on inflicting pain, exploitation, and so on."
  Krong grinned:
  - Yes, humanism, as far as I'm concerned!
  And the hypermarshal began to sing, and his retinue picked up the song, which was outdated, but even in the space age, very relevant;
  It's nice to live among fire and smoke,
  And hear the machine gun rattle...
  Lead us, invincible king.
  Forward, forward, forward, forward!
  
  When shells explode day and night,
  The ranks and orders come faster,
  Let it roar furiously over the world,
  War, war, war, war!
  
  The aiguillette grows dull from peaceful life,
  In idleness even the color of the banners has faded...
  And he who speaks of humanism,
  Spy, spy, spy!
  
  When shells explode day and night,
  The ranks and orders come faster,
  Let it roar furiously over the world,
  War, war, war, war!
  
  Do we agree that the physicist and the philosopher,
  They moved science forward with their own...
  But the main issues are being resolved -
  In line, in line, in line!
  
  When everything around is blazing and thundering,
  The ranks and orders come faster,
  Launching shells, they explode day and night,
  War, war, war, war!
  Meanwhile, the girls-the female trolls and elves-were leading the conquest of planet Earth. They were now firing at people, but were virtually invulnerable themselves. Tanks and walking robots also joined the battle, acting very aggressively, demolishing entire buildings. Paratroopers were already approaching the Kremlin.
  They fought with elite Russian troops and the presidential guard. And it looked very cool and aggressive. This tank fired an annihilation shell. And part of the Kremlin wall collapsed.
  And the elf warrior girls roared:
  - We are putting our enemies to death,
  My first move, my last move!
  And so the girls start smashing and destroying houses. And how the cars melt from their gunfire.
  They're also trying to attack planes. These are truly desperate attempts.
  And the planes catch the robots' long tentacles and tear them apart. The robots also come in different sizes. In the mind of the thirteen-year-old, but unusually gifted boy Alik, an association with the famous cartoon-or rather, series-Evangelion, arose.
  There were also some really cool robots there, and they were controlled by teenagers - boys and girls.
  The female warriors from outer space aren't monsters at all, but rather quite beautiful. They're truly a sight to behold. Especially when some of them take off their boots and start slapping along on their bare, chiseled feet. It's quite practical, I must say.
  Alik, who was a young computer ace and saw the invasion from different angles, observing it on monitors and in various guises, and the antics of the elements, noted with enthusiasm:
  People all over the Earth are shaking,
  After all, the cruelty is over the edge...
  If girls fight -
  It's better not to get into a fight!
  And the girls don't just fire lasers at houses and other structures. They also fire lethal pulsars with their bare toes.
  And this causes incalculable destruction. And in the process, people are seriously injured.
  But despite the cruelty of such showdowns, the conquering girls are not at all such ruthless sadists as it might seem at first glance.
  They kill a person with a beam, even charring them to skeletal level with red or orange waves, then unleash a green wave that rolls in like a tsunami. And the bodies are restored. Only the men become boys no older than twelve. But the women are all young and beautiful.
  The boy programmer and hacker Alik sang:
  - Immortality since ancient times,
  The man searched, captivated by a wondrous goal.
  In the religions of ancient books,
  And the strict sciences of later times!
  It wasn't just fear that drove him,
  But neither God nor Allah will help here,
  And also the desire to go the whole way,
  See the dawn, hear the answer,
  Step to the heights of unprecedented knowledge!
  Yes, the old man was indeed crushed by a fallen beam, spilling his guts. But the conquering girl restores him, and immediately a boy in shorts jumps out. He smiles with his white teeth, clearly very pleased with his new, childlike, healthy body.
  And how could you not be happy? If you suffer from arthritis or gout, you'd give anything to make the excruciating pain stop. And there's no time for sentimentality here.
  The boy Alik, being a very gifted child, understood all this and even sang:
  - Years will pass, and maybe we will understand,
  How to cross this endless ribbon,
  How not to get lost in the wild whirlwind of times,
  Dissolving into the emptiness of the universe!
  The years will pass, even though there are many troubles,
  I believe we will become like children again -
  In the glow of the stars, after thousands of years,
  We will all meet on our planet!
  Well, here's a girl on the attack and it looks, let's say, so scary and seductive at the same time!
  Here, one of the captors forced a young man to his knees and made him kiss her bare feet. And this, of course, is a very cool and aggressive act.
  Two beautiful elf and troll females grabbed the young man with their bare fingers-one by the nose, the other by the leg-and yanked him apart. Chunks of rending flesh sprayed in all directions. The girls laughed like madmen. They licked the drops of blood that fell from their lips; it looked delicious.
  Then they turned on first the blue beam, then the green one. And in the place of the torn flesh, a boy appeared, apparently about twelve years old, frightened and at the same time very touching and cute.
  The girls, both elves and trolls, laughed and bared their teeth.
  Alik, though he didn't believe in God, crossed himself automatically. But then he snorted contemptuously at himself. It was as if he were chasing away devils with his hands.
  The boy whistled and sang:
  The madhouse is on fire,
  Satan's Sanatorium...
  I'm obviously uncomfortable,
  That we are sons of God!
  Alik turned on the scanner again and began to look at what was visible from other angles. One of the Russian generals tried to fire at the elven girls. But his bullets bounced off the girls' translucent spacesuits. They jumped up to the general. And grabbed him with their bare toes, one by the nose, the other two by the ears. And they yanked him. And the general screamed in fear and hysteria.
  And the elf girls are laughing. They're really having fun. And they're even ready to sing.
  And they do indeed chirp and squeak. But individual words cannot be made out.
  Alik decided he'd better Skype his friend before it was too late. She was a pretty tough girl, too.
  But it is possible to maintain contact.
  Alina contacted her friend Alik right away. She looked very scared.
  A girl of about fourteen chirped:
  - You know what's happening. It's Armageddon!
  The boy programmer nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, this really does look like the end of the world! But we can't panic!
  Alina squeaked:
  "You say this as if nothing terrible is happening, and everything is normal. But a nightmare is happening on our planet!"
  Alik nodded in agreement:
  "You're right, of course, Alina. It really is a nightmare. But there's nothing to fix and nothing to add!"
  The girl was indignant:
  - But you consider yourself a cyber genius!
  The boy programmer nodded:
  - Possibly! I consider myself anything but. But here we are up against the might of an extremely advanced and enormous civilization.
  Alina, also a very smart and gifted girl, became very curious and asked:
  - What is the bigger problem: the huge size or the development of civilization?
  Alik shrugged his shoulders and answered honestly:
  - More like development. Size is secondary. Large cabinets fall with a loud bang!
  The girl laughed and replied:
  "That's a truly accurate observation. But frankly, it doesn't make things any easier for us! Although the enemy's sophistication is far more important."
  Alik remained silent. He looked again at the monitor and the video images.
  Here you can see a retirement home. Elves and female trolls have entered. The faces of the girls, who have never known old age, are grimacing in disgust.
  And they started firing their laser beams with deadly efficiency. And off it went. Green and blue waves engulfed the old men and women. And then a miracle happened. In their place appeared children of twelve or thirteen years old, with very sweet faces and smooth, clean, fresh skin. And it looked so wonderful and beautiful.
  Not like old men and women. But now beautiful boys and girls were running around.
  Children's clothing appeared on them-shorts and short skirts. The children jumped around barefoot, fortunately it was warm, and after the alien invasion it became even warmer.
  And the kids are delighted. Really, how pleasant it feels to be a frail old man recently and now a young and healthy boy?
  Well, the girls are even more delighted. They look in the mirrors and make satisfied faces - they look younger. That's wonderful!
  Alik noted:
  - Childhood is better than old age!
  Alina agreed:
  - Of course, it's better! But still, the best age is when you're young, but still an adult. And that's the best thing to admit!
  The boy laughed and noted:
  - How good it is to be forever young, forever young, forever drunk!
  The girl noticed, grimacing:
  - Yes, drunk... Drunkenness is voluntary madness!
  Alik nodded and remarked:
  - Maybe. I haven't drunk, so I don't know. But smoking is truly disgusting and vile. I just don't understand those who do it!
  Alina answered decisively:
  - Bad habit! There's nothing worse than a cigarette!
  And the boy and the girl took it and shook their fists.
  Meanwhile, the cleansing of planet Earth continued. It seemed more comical than terrifying.
  And there were great warriors, and now there are children in their place. And it's so pretentious.
  The old folks are certainly happy. But the young folks, not so much. It's true, it's a joy for a hunchbacked old woman to become a girl, but what about an adult, but still young, woman?
  Yes, a transformation is taking place here. And what about the children? They don't care; you can stand or fall here.
  Alina chirped:
  - We will boldly go into battle for the power of the Soviets and as one we will enter the signs of light!
  CHAPTER No 19.
  Alik was distracted by the battle again. A company of soldiers and two tanks were attempting to attack the alien girls invading. The girls enveloped themselves in a force field bubble. Bullets bounced off it like peas. And then the warriors fired their blasters. And as a result, a miracle truly began to happen.
  The soldiers, who were no longer very young (since the military reform had significantly increased the age of conscripts), began to turn into boys of eleven or twelve years old, but no more, and their machine guns suddenly turned into children's toys.
  It looked extremely funny.
  Alina even burst out laughing. It was especially funny when, in place of the tanks, fluffy cakes appeared, decorated with roses, animals, fish, and butterflies made of colorful cream. And they looked absolutely delicious.
  The girl programmer even remarked:
  "And there's a benefit to that. Turning weapons of destruction into tasty and enjoyable things! Isn't that right?"
  Alik agreed:
  "After the war with Ukraine, I began to hate weapons. It's truly disgusting to kill your own people, especially your brothers in blood and faith!"
  Alina grinned:
  - Aren't you an atheist?
  The boy genius replied:
  - Not quite! My God is the human mind! I believe that through Hyperevolution one can develop from ape to Omnipotence!
  The girl programmer nodded and confirmed:
  "This is the most reasonable and optimistic faith. After all, believing in a God according to the Bible isn't exactly desirable. A God who makes children die of cancer is either evil or powerless!"
  Alik confirmed with a sad smile:
  - Of course! And in which wars occur. Although this conflict is not yet the most brutal, and some people enjoy it!
  Indeed, when the beam hit the wheelchair-bound man, he suddenly jumped up and revealed himself to be a half-naked boy of about twelve. And the boy joyfully began to dance, singing:
  My wild youth,
  I am strong, fresh, and energetic again...
  My team is my family,
  The boy is certainly very proud!
  Alina noted this while watching through the electronics:
  - You see, my boy, for some it"s war, but for others it"s their own mother!
  Alik chuckled and remarked:
  - At my age, guys don't really like the word "boy." We prefer to be called men!
  The girl laughed and noted:
  - Men, especially when they have beards, are pretty disgusting. Just imagine how unpleasant it is when you're pricked by stubble when you kiss!
  The boy replied:
  "You're still a girl yourself, and you're judging this like a child! However, for those who don't like beards, a true paradise has arrived - a return to childhood!"
  Alina remarked with a grin:
  - We have nowhere to go back to! We're already children! More precisely, still children!
  Meanwhile, another Russian attack aircraft was caught in the emitter's blast wave and disintegrated into individual chocolate bars. Which looked extremely funny.
  Two boys in shorts managed to eject. They descended and sang:
  Higher and higher and higher.
  Strive for the flight of our birds...
  And in every propeller breathes,
  Peace of our borders!
  Alina noted with a laugh, pointing her fingers:
  - Rationalization!
  Indeed, the two elven girls who had been the captors had captured several boys and girls and harnessed them to a chariot. They whipped them up and drove them off with great enthusiasm.
  The children jumped and their bare feet bounced. And it looked funny and humorous.
  Alik took it and sang:
  - Here we are, frosts, frosts, frosts,
  Distant threats of hoary winter...
  Alina objected:
  - It's summer now. And in summer, kids love jumping around barefoot...
  And the children started singing in chorus:
  - Oh, what legs,
  We are always barefoot.
  Children are crumbs -
  Adults are hit with a fist!
  It looked really funny and entertaining. These guys are truly something special!
  Here you can see how an elf girl hit a boy in shorts on his bare legs with a whip.
  He cried out and sang:
  Glory to the elf, glory,
  Tanks rush forward...
  Divisions of the girl in a bikini,
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Yes, it looked really funny. And the girls kept crying and laughing at the same time.
  Those grins are really cool. The female elves and trolls continued to hunt humans, returning them to childhood. And it looked so beautiful and endearing in its own way.
  Alik took it and chirped:
  -Childhood is good,
  Roses are blooming profusely...
  And such a chisel -
  At the big mimosa!
  Alina laughed and replied:
  - Yes, this is really funny!
  And the girl sang:
  There is a cool hut on chicken legs!
  The boy responded cheerfully:
  - Believe it or not, it's funny!
  Alina remarked with delight:
  -And the frog turns into a princess!
  Alik added with aplomb:
  - What is meaningless in our age!
  The girl giggled and turned on some cartoon. It looked pretty interesting. But who needs a cartoon when things like this are happening? For example, even the Russian president has hidden somewhere deep underground. But he'll undoubtedly be found. And he, too, will become a boy. That might even be funny.
  Just recently, everyone obeyed you, but now you have to obey others. And they'll herd you like a workhorse. Now that's really quite wonderful.
  Alina noted with a smile:
  - When the bald, fat president becomes a barefoot boy in shorts, it will look funny.
  Alik tweeted:
  - Yes, yes, yes, yes -
  I'll be a star!
  Meanwhile, similar events were taking place in the White House, where venerable congressmen and senators were transformed into children no older than twelve. And it was kind of cool. Those who were old rejoiced at this rejuvenation, while those who were still young weren't so enthusiastic.
  One of the young congressmen, becoming a boy, squeaked:
  - Do I have to go to school again? This is awful, I thought I was done for!
  But the elderly lady, who had recently become a girl, was terribly happy:
  - I feel so good now! It's just a miracle!
  Almost all the new children were barefoot, as their old shoes fell off. So their childhood was truly barefoot.
  But in the southern hemisphere, it's already winter. And after such transformations, children there are cold. They immediately start bundling up. However, the southern hemisphere is much less populated than the northern one. In South Africa, even in winter, the weather is roughly the same as in Russia in September, meaning children can run around barefoot. Moreover, many, especially those with black skin, run around barefoot all year round anyway.
  The return to childhood is interesting. Some Arab men, having become boys again, cry because they've lost the lush beards they'd spent so long growing. And now they're children again, beaten on the soles of their feet with sticks in the Islamic world. The only advantage of being a child among Arabs is that they don't have to observe the agonizing Ramadan fast. And it really is, especially if it falls in the summer, a real torment.
  But, of course, it's a joy for the elderly-they stop nagging at their old ailments, and their mood and well-being improve. Moreover, charming warriors-elven and troll females, and even rarer parrots-turn absolutely everyone over thirteen into children, so no one feels offended that you're a child.
  Of course, teenagers are the most unhappy with this transformation. It's true: they'll shrink in stature and lose the ability to make love without getting anything in return. After all, a teenager already feels great and often doesn't even need to waste time shaving. And here you're being forced into molecules. And it's a chore.
  And nonsense in one bottle!
  Alik noted with a smile:
  - Yes, the high school students got scared. They're as small as we are now!
  Alina noted:
  - Of course they won't transform you! You're so small as it is, you wouldn't even look twelve!
  The boy programmer objected:
  - Small, but mighty! I'm a genius!
  Alina giggled and noted:
  You're as tall as a first-grader,
  But with a mind like Leo Tolstoy...
  Scribbling banter is crap -
  Guess who it is!
  Alik grimaced in offense and snorted:
  - As for the height of a first-grader, that"s too much!
  The girl grinned. And looked at the monitor. US senators and congressmen were lined up and forced to march on bare, childish feet. They were also given smart orange uniforms with prison numbers. Now you're not just children, but also convicts.
  Alina noted:
  In the US, kids are sent to prison starting at age ten. Let the senators and congressmen figure out for themselves what juvenile prison is.
  Alik noted:
  "A special school is no better than a penal colony. Especially here, where juvenile delinquents sometimes commit horrific acts of wickedness!"
  Alina giggled cheerfully and noted:
  - Sweet, short-haired boys are causing chaos! You haven't been to a special school, Alik! The kids there behave perfectly!
  The boy genius laughed and replied:
  It would be better if you studied at school, my dear,
  It's good outside, but hard in prison!
  Meanwhile, State Duma deputies were shown on video. They were dressed in blue uniforms with numbers, transformed, of course, into children. Elves and troll females commanded them, becoming the new masters of life. It was all so wonderful and delightful.
  Alik noted with a smile:
  - That's where the deputies belong! They've earned it!
  And the children laughed and showed their teeth. Really, aren't all these State Duma deputies scum? Did even one of them speak out against the war with Ukraine? A real menagerie.
  And now they have been forced to stomp on their bare children's feet and go to the nearest prison, Butyrka, where they will be forced to work really hard for the benefit of the new government.
  Alina noted with a smile:
  - The new world, you must admit, is much fairer than the old one!
  Alik nodded vigorously and confirmed:
  - It's hard to disagree with that!
  The girl then suggested:
  - Let's sing! To cheer ourselves up!
  And the children began to sing with enthusiasm;
  People have dreamed since the dawn of time,
  Find a brother in the vastness of space...
  And they composed many poems,
  And there was a lot of talk about it!
  
  But the world suddenly turned out to be different,
  What people thought, know about this...
  The alien introduced himself as a cherub,
  And good judges will come!
  
  But the planet is collapsing in a nightmare,
  She was attacked by a pack of parrots...
  This is what the horned devil has done,
  And now humanity is tormented!
  
  However, to be honest,
  The authorities got what they deserved...
  The hunter has truly become the game,
  And the bald Fuhrer got it in the face!
  
  Now, believe me, a different government has come,
  Which governs more wisely...
  There used to be just an evil Satan,
  Now it's parrot control!
  
  And now a new alignment has come,
  In which justice appeared...
  An undeniable result was obtained,
  Recognition and mercy from the Lord!
  
  This is how they turn adults into children,
  To end suffering and pain...
  He seemed like a cool villain before,
  And now something has turned into a moth!
  
  Now all are children - there are simply no adults,
  They raise boys, girls...
  Of course, we mustn't cause trouble,
  So that there are no problems with diapers!
  
  Who was there when the president was nobody?
  He really became something of a turtle...
  And somewhere a chisel was humming,
  And it was thirsty for a really good fight!
  
  That's why we can't understand it,
  When the aliens build these adults...
  Passing exams with only A's,
  It's not too late to change this!
  
  Now the boys run barefoot,
  And the girls' heels are also bare...
  Here they were driven with a whip to the failure,
  And the voice is radiantly ringing!
  
  May God grant that children remain forever young,
  So that they could build Eden...
  So that the thread of silk life does not break,
  So that at least we don"t have to be in formation all the time!
  
  We love games, believe me,
  Shooters and various walkers...
  Strategies are great for kids,
  We will make a fork, believe me!
  
  And that a computer is also a friend,
  He counts all the bytes very quickly...
  We'll get a decent amount on our navel then,
  And believe me, it doesn"t get any cooler!
  
  Well, the games are over, I guess.
  The girls and boys ran away...
  One counts as zero,
  It was in vain that you suffered and were tormented!
  
  Here Jesus accepted death for people,
  But that didn't make you any better...
  And only from the planet of space the villain,
  Will open the Eden of the world to you!
  The children sang beautifully, with great feeling. And their song sounded wonderful and beautiful.
  Meanwhile, the female elves and trolls broke through to the Russian president's residence. There, they were met by elite guards. But after being hit by green and violet beams, they immediately transformed into barefoot, frightened boys. The half-naked children dropped their weapons and knelt.
  The battle was fought almost entirely by elven and troll females. Parrots were one in a million compared to these warrior girls. Who, by the way, weren't born, but grown through cloning and in cybernetic wombs.
  These girls with bare, beautiful, graceful legs, muscular and wearing only bikinis, were getting closer and closer to the Russian president.
  The leader of an empire somewhat deflated after its failure in the war with Ukraine was fat and bald-not a marketable figure. He was literally shaking with fear. Defense Minister Buldogov was also in a tragic and terrified state.
  In fact, it looks so combat-ready here...
  The armored door collapsed under the impact of laser beams. And the elves entered the corridors of the residence. The beams flew at them, immediately reflecting off the force fields. And dispersed in a cloud of sparks. And everything was illuminated, giving off reflections.
  It was clear that the barefoot girls' team was unstoppable. They were advancing with great aggression.
  The president, his hands shaking, tried to lift the pistol. He raised it to his temple.
  The press secretary noted:
  - Why shoot yourself? Well, once you become a boy, it's better than being old, bald, and potbellied!
  Michael noted:
  - I'm not old yet!
  Defense Minister Buldogov noted:
  "It's good to die with honor. But if all they do is turn us into boys, then... There's no point in shooting ourselves for that!"
  The Minister of the Interior chuckled:
  "The conditions in juvenile detention centers are like those in a good children's camp. So, being a boy is better than being an adult, let alone an old man. So... Let's not get too down in the dumps!"
  The Minister of Finance noted:
  - They'll force you to work for free! And that will be scary!
  The Minister of Culture noted:
  - There's no time for fat... I wonder if we're kids, will they let us watch 18+?
  This last remark brought on a round of laughter. It really does look funny.
  The FSB director noted:
  "Our army no longer exists. The safest option for us is to surrender!"
  The Minister and Deputy Prime Minister of the Military-Industrial Complex muttered:
  - Russians don't give up!
  The President grinned:
  - I'm not Russian... Look at the shape of my nose!
  And again, giggles and laughter.
  Defense Minister Buldogov noted:
  "So maybe we should have a drink? You have to admit, if they turn us into boys, this might be our last time drinking alcohol."
  The head of state said with feeling:
  - We just happen to have some excellent cognac! It's two hundred years old!
  After which the team took and began to uncork the bottles, and charming girls helped them.
  The Minister of Internal Affairs noted:
  "The most painful thing about a juvenile correctional facility is the lack of girls. Although sometimes the teachers engage in relationships with minors, risking prison time."
  President Mikhail noted:
  - It would be better to make a woman the Minister of Internal Affairs! That would be very politically correct!
  The Minister of Education noted:
  - There really are a lot of teachers. But who will teach us?
  The Prime Minister replied:
  - Most likely a stick! Well, when you're a boy, a blow to the heels with a stick is nice!
  Alcohol flowed into the bodies of the Russian government, and tongues loosened, and the conversation became more and more frank and cheerful.
  Laughter could be heard every now and then.
  The Minister of Finance remarked with a sigh:
  - My head is literally splitting from constant overexertion, but when we become children, there won"t be any problems!
  The Minister of Internal Affairs noted:
  - Then they'll send us to a juvenile detention center for boys. Do you think that will be so great?
  The FSB director noted:
  "There won't be any boys here older than twelve. So at least there won't be anyone to rape. Otherwise, we'll be forever young and forever barefoot."
  The head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs noted:
  "Some accelerators are doing this even at ten years old. So don't expect a nice, kid's camp where you'll just play on computers."
  The President noted:
  - What if we organize a rebellion?
  In response, more laughter...
  The Minister of Transport noted:
  - Rebellion in hell!
  The Secretary of the Security Council quite logically stated:
  "Humans get used to everything. So it's best to behave well. Maybe they're quite civilized creatures and will even allow us to visit other worlds!"
  The Prime Minister muttered:
  - That's what you want!
  And he poured a glass of cognac down his throat and began to swallow it greedily.
  The President noted with a smile:
  "Honestly, I wanted to be a boy and run around barefoot. Just like in the novel 'The Prince and the Pauper.' He dreamed of that too..."
  The Minister of Health noted:
  "The prince was a boy too, and he's forgivable. But for us, being children again-that's like..."
  The Prime Minister muttered:
  - But the bald spot will grow back!
  And again the government chuckles. And they pour themselves new glasses.
  The Minister of Internal Affairs took another cigarette and noted:
  "It's a bad habit. But when we get older, they'll even ban us from doing it. Although, in juvenile detention centers, they still smoke, despite all the bans!"
  The President noted:
  - Smoking should be banned in prisons for everyone, adults and children alike. This tobacco is so disgusting, it makes you want to puke!
  The head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs responded, crossing himself:
  - The last cigarette of my life, honestly!
  The Minister of Health noted:
  The most harmful thing about cigarettes is the tar oils; they're very damaging to the lungs. And nicotine itself is a drug. If drugs like hashish are banned, why not ban nicotine too?
  The President replied with a sigh:
  After the defeat in the war in Ukraine, the Russian government's authority plummeted. The last thing we needed was to provoke tobacco and alcohol riots. Our government was already hanging on by a thread...
  The head of the FSB suggested, raising a glass of cognac:
  - So let's drink to our political opponents hanging by their snot!
  And the members of the Russian government clinked glasses and poured cognac down their insatiable throats. They drank almost without a snack, although the servant girls did bring them sandwiches with black caviar.
  And then the elves appeared. Very beautiful girls, whose only clothing was a narrow strip of fabric across their chests and hips, and very seductive and luscious bare feet.
  The girls bowed to the government and said:
  - So, have you guys made a decision? Will it be a good or a bad one?
  The bald and fat Russian President Mikhail Mishustin announced:
  - Amicably! We surrender!
  The Prime Minister nodded:
  - Sorry we're drunk! It's easier to go into captivity this way!
  The female general with elf ears nodded:
  "That's right! This is the last time you'll drink alcohol in your life..." She added, smiling. "Unless, of course, they hand you an emancipation code when you become an adult and can choose your own body!"
  The female troll commanded:
  - Now it's time to get out!
  The drunken ministers staggered out from behind the table. Beautiful girls fired beams at them. And these individuals transformed into half-naked boys of about twelve in just a few seconds. The last to emerge was Defense Minister Bulldogov. He suddenly pulled out a pistol and fired at the elven general. The bullet ricocheted off the force field and struck the minister painfully in the stomach. He fell and began writhing.
  The elf general noted:
  - What hurts? You mustn't be stubborn! And don't get physical!
  After which she let Bulldogov squirm and suffer for another minute, then aimed the pistol and pressed the button. A green beam flashed, covering him like a wave. And instead of the fat, balding Minister of Defense with a hole in his stomach, a handsome, muscular, blond boy in swimming trunks appeared.
  He bowed to the elven general and said:
  - Ready for work and defense!
  Another female troll warrior ordered:
  - Child prisoners! Now, march!
  And the little bare feet of the boys who had recently been the Russian government began to slap along the marble floor of the bunker.
  CHAPTER No 20.
  Alik watched all this online. The boy prodigy noted with a smile:
  - How wonderful it turned out! Now there is complete equality and brotherhood in the world! And everyone, without exception, is young, happy, barefoot, and beautiful!
  Alina remarked with admiration:
  - Yes, that's great! But that's not all! Somewhere in Africa, dictators are still hiding in bunkers. But in another half hour, there won't be a single adult left on planet Earth.
  Indeed, the maids in the Russian government bunker also turned into children-in this case, girls. And since they were already quite young, they weren't particularly happy. It's better to be a child than an old man, but becoming a young man is better than remaining a child. And that's understandable. The old men and women are certainly happy, but those who are still young might not be so thrilled.
  True, the seemingly new girls began to laugh and grin. Childhood physiology took over. And now it was clear who was who. More precisely, existence determined consciousness, and they were quite happy to become children.
  Alik took it and started singing;
  Being a child is wonderful in its own way,
  You can run in the field barefoot...
  Although it is a little dangerous for the boy,
  A hooligan is capable of catching by force!
  
  But what kind of boy is he in his eternal childhood,
  When you don't grow any further in shorts...
  An alien has appeared in the neighborhood,
  And he sold out the man for a copper penny!
  
  It's not very good, believe me.
  To be a child in shorts forever...
  Although your heart will be healthy,
  But the warden will hit hard!
  
  After all, it"s not a paradise valley that awaits you,
  The master is not the Lord Holy Christ...
  No, there is no such thing as half the world,
  When you simply soar to the stars!
  
  They'll make you work like this, boy.
  That they will figuratively drive away seven later...
  And they don"t have Saturday here,
  You'll soon be scalded with boiling water!
  
  The boys were really overcome by need,
  After all, there are a lot of problems in the new world...
  The boy's body ached with fatigue,
  He is a serf, and not at all a proud sir!
  
  So, my dearest barefoot boy,
  Work hard at it as you should...
  Jump across the field like a frisky bunny,
  And never become a fighter!
  
  There are women who are beautiful,
  But they don"t need boys and children...
  In their own way, the boys are happy,
  Don't trust your hearts, people!
  
  Believe us, slavery will not overcome us,
  And the enemy"s evil whip will not break...
  The children believe they will build their own kingdom,
  The prickly blizzard will clear!
  
  We are children, I believe, we will all rise again soon,
  We will defeat the aliens and fanatics...
  The lousy Cain will get his horns kicked,
  And let's hit the insect with a club!
  
  Don't believe it, people there will be no weakness,
  We will make a real paradise soon...
  We will be our own judges, boy,
  Otherwise napalm will rain from the sky!
  
  The scum steal a lot,
  That's why children are in poverty...
  We will come out onto the wide road,
  So that people have fun everywhere!
  
  Well, what about my bare boyish feet,
  They walk on stones sharper than mountains...
  However, walking along the path,
  We will bring the alien to the axe!
  
  We will be able to win presents,
  Defeat the aliens from space...
  And the boys' hearts beat strongly,
  The hunter will soon become the game!
  
  If necessary, we will defeat the legions,
  Believe me, it is not in our interests to retreat...
  There will be millions of children behind us,
  May fortune and I be on the same path!
  
  Let's crush a cockroach with our bare heel,
  For us, this is not the limit at all...
  We don"t play hide and seek with this fate,
  Higher, our childish falcon, fly up!
  
  But it doesn"t come for free, know victory,
  It's time to cut down the horde from space...
  This is not what our grandfathers fought for,
  That the aliens could beat the boy!
  
  Let's create an empire like this,
  In which there will be peace and grace...
  They are leading a barefoot girl to execution,
  But we will be able to punch the executioner in the face!
  
  No, we are not destined to break, believe me,
  How strong the boys' spirit is...
  Although in body we are only children,
  But I can crush even two adults!
  
  I believe there will be happiness in the universe,
  Since Almighty God is with us...
  The terrible storm will dissipate,
  The devil will break his long steel horn!
  
  The boy will then find freedom,
  And the muscular titan will become powerful...
  It's time to end this stupid round dance,
  Soar into the distance like a heavenly eagle!
  After which, the children decided it was time for a snack. However, leaving the basement was dangerous. Although Alik was small in stature, the children began to form up. Clearly, the occupiers had no intention of leaving the planet unattended. Both boys and girls began receiving special orange uniforms with numbers, like prisoners. And they were formed into columns and forced to march.
  Alik didn't like marching, and the boy had a gigantic ego. Seriously, was he like everyone else?
  But the members of the Russian government had already been numbered. Barefoot boys in orange shorts and matching numbered T-shirts were now forced to march, accompanied by female trolls and elves. The new guards made sure the boys pointed their toes and stamped their soles firmly on the asphalt. It looked quite risqué.
  The powers that be instantly turned into juvenile prisoners and their antlers fell off.
  Alina noted:
  "And President Mishka has noticeably improved his looks. He used to be bald and potbellied. But now he's such a sweet, slender boy!"
  Alik nodded with a smile:
  - That's right! Grown men are generally quite disgusting with their stubble. But we boys are simply top notch!
  Alina giggled and reached for the bottle of Coca-Cola, straight from the bottle.
  The boy prodigy remarked:
  - Don't! Cola is bad for you, especially your teeth!
  The girl laughed and replied:
  - Look at the blacks in America, they drink Cola and what teeth they have!
  Alik asked:
  - Where did you see black people there?
  Alina replied:
  - To the cinema!
  The boy prodigy laughed and noted:
  - How stupid it is to judge life by films!
  The girl logically noted:
  Many people judge medieval France by Dumas's novels. In any case, we need to be prepared for the fact that they might come for us too!
  The boy prodigy chirped:
  - But if there are those who come to you, there will also be those who come for you!
  Bound by one chain, bound by one goal! It's unclear what!
  Alina snorted petulantly and noted:
  "Well, songs like that don't fill us with optimism or upliftment! We need to sing something more uplifting, something that gets us going and puts us in a positive mood!"
  Alik nodded in agreement:
  - This will be great! Singing patriotic songs is really cool and awesome!
  The boy jumped up, stamped his little feet in sneakers and started singing at the top of his lungs;
  I am a boy of the great Russian era,
  When we want to shake the whole world with a joke!
  After all, great people are not fleas at all,
  And every fighter is an idol for me!
  
  I was born a boy in a special century,
  In which the computer decides by joking...
  And whoever puts on a robe in despair,
  Winter is so lively that it spins its little rings!
  
  No, Africa in our vast Russia,
  But Siberia has boundless power...
  And our girls are the most beautiful in the universe,
  And every boy is a hero from birth!
  
  Love Christ and honor the Great Lord,
  May God Rod rule over us forever!
  The leaves turn yellow and golden,
  I believe that the Son of God Svarog will give me strength!
  
  We all have a lot of adventures to go through,
  To walk the universal spiral forever...
  Do you want to have many different hobbies?
  May God-man be glorified in eternity!
  
  To admit everything in the world is a proud word,
  In which is the one heart of the Supreme Rod-Father.
  And there is a continuation of life after the grave,
  And we will be able to reach heaven, believe me, until the end!
  
  Believe me, the planet has recognized the greatness of the Russians,
  With a blow of the damask sword, fascism was crushed...
  We are appreciated and loved by all nations of the world,
  And soon we will establish holy communism on our planet!
  
  We will deploy starships to different worlds,
  And we will be higher and cooler than everyone, Rod grant.
  After all, the strongest Russians are the pilots,
  A brave fighter and will tear anyone to pieces!
  
  We will be able to rise above the universe,
  And to do something that will terrify the devil...
  After all, the main thing of a Russian warrior is creation,
  And if necessary, the warrior will save the Fatherland!
  
  For the glory of Russia, the knight of deeds,
  Draw your sword and fight fiercely...
  And Russian warriors, you don"t look,
  Let's build communism playfully!
  
  What awaits in the future is a harsh space,
  But together, I believe, we will make it comfortable...
  And the order will become beautiful and new,
  And we will cleanse every abomination with fire!
  
  After all, in our country God and the Banner are one,
  A proletarian soldier in ecstasy at the battle...
  Let those of the fighters already have gray hair,
  And someone is beardless, but also in battle he is like a king!
  
  Russia has risen above the world today,
  The beaks of Russian eagles sparkle like gold.
  Create for yourself a proletarian idol God,
  More action and less painful thoughts!
  They sang so beautifully. But then Alina laughed and remarked:
  "Yes, Russia has risen. The entire government was sent to a juvenile detention center, and now we have some new, incomprehensible government!"
  Alik answered confidently:
  "Well, this government deserves it. Especially after losing the war with Ukraine, even though smart people warned us not to interfere!"
  And the boy prodigy burst into a whole cascade of aphorisms;
  To indulge evil is to betray good!
  The king remains a king even in rags - but even purple will not transform one who is dirty in spirit!
  The most terrible crime is to give freedom to evil, leaving good unprotected!
  Logic plus knowledge, multiplied by irrational intuition - this is a force capable of shaking the universe from its foundations!
  Sick children have to be force-fed, otherwise they will die.
  But in this case, no one will accuse us of being cruel to children by giving them bitter medicine and injections!
  War is sometimes more merciful than a surgeon amputating a limb!
  A woman without adornment is like a tree without leaves, a man without frills is like a trunk without lichens!
  Good girls love with their ears, bad girls do everything with their mouths for money!
  War is an abomination like castor oil, disgusting, bitter, but without it you cannot cleanse your soul or temper your mind!
  Money is just a tool for serving the Motherland. Having more of it makes service more effective, provided you have a conscience!
  If she saves the Motherland, without doubt, without knowing - when lies lead to victory, then she is holy!
  Practical confirmation for faith is like a tendon for a hand - without it it is powerless and dies!
  Great achievements are achieved by flying, not by jumping!
  When the nobleman laughs with joy, the commoner cries with grief, for the nobles are most amused by the losses of the poor!
  Sometimes presidents make jokes that make people laugh!
  Money is also a soldier; it must be protected and remembered: practicality is more important than honor! The latter is for sale, but the former is priceless!
  Green is always tart - ripeness is sweet!
  The simplest vow is the hardest to keep! It's easier than not breathing, but few can hold it until sunset!
  Violence is a necessary attribute of law and order!
  Words shake the air - the sword crushes the flesh!
  Arguments about religion are like a ring, with no end in sight and always returning to the same old arguments!
  Betrayal is like wine - you get used to it faster, but the hangover is worse!
  Evil is primarily when you cause something unpleasant to your neighbor, when you hurt him, but sin is freedom!
  For example, sex is also a sin, although in reality you are causing your partner pleasure, not pain!
  Nothing unites different people like a common enemy!
  If you want to make peace with the enemy, come up with a common war!
  Nothing weakens an army like a bad commander, and a sick brain like a sick body!
  The commander bends like a tempered steel rod to hit harder!
  A spy is the most exciting job in the world: the precision of a surgeon, the risk of a sapper, the virtuosity of an actor!
  Mercy in war is the sister of defeat - because he who is spared is not defeated!
  Talking to ten is like fighting a thousand!
  God is also unhappy in his own way - the responsibility is endless, but there is no one to share it with!
  God is always alone, because interesting communication can only be achieved with equals!
  Lack of technique can compensate for fighting spirit, but technique will never compensate for lack of spirit!
  A soldier is like clay; to gain value he must be in hell!
  Cutting military spending is the most wasteful form of saving!
  - Some people just have an age on their passport, while others have wisdom that is mature beyond their years!
  That's how the genius boy put it. Which is actually quite clever. And Alina grinned.
  It was clear from the monitor that in Africa, too, the government was being changed and educated. Interestingly, though, the grown-up black men were turning into fair-haired, albeit deeply tanned, boys with European features. In other words, the radiation emitted by the elven and troll females' bioblasters not only changed the ages of the adults, but also their racial type and physiology. The children turned out different, but all were beautiful and pleasant to look at. In other words, they weren't clones. No, it was unity in diversity.
  But at the same time, there was a beautiful unity. The boys and girls had light hair, but in different shades. Emerald, ruby, topaz, sapphire, and what not. And bronze-tanned skin. So, a clear improvement in the human race was taking place. And how wonderful it all was. But everything was so cool. And the children were barefoot. Like in Makarenko's prison colony. And they were dressed in orange shorts and short skirts. And all the children were given numbers with letters and numbers. Although they also had some kind of old name. It was a total absorption.
  Alik, the boy, also felt it in his bones that they would get him too. Walking barefoot and in shorts was pleasant, especially in warm weather, but ending up in a juvenile detention center and toiling like a donkey was not at all appealing.
  The young prodigy chirped:
  -Yes, this is really a big nuisance.
  Alina giggled and noted:
  - Well, you know, at least I hope old age doesn"t come, and being an eternal barefoot girl will have its own charm!
  Alik nodded and chirped:
  Yes, see for yourself how lovely it is -
  Hit the bull's eye instantly,
  Almost without aiming!
  The children continued watching the movie. The boys were indeed dressed in orange shorts. And it looked smart and smart. But what a boy he was, he blurted something out. The elven girls grabbed the unruly boy and pushed him onto his back. And they pinned his bare feet in stocks. Then the female troll took a rubber truncheon in her right hand. And with all her might, she smashed it into the boy's bare soles.
  The fair-haired, beautiful child screamed from the blow. And the female supervisor hit him again.
  Alina squeaked:
  - How cruel! To kick a boy on the heels!
  Alik asked sarcastically:
  - And what about a girl?
  The female troll spanked the boy's bare foot with all her might. And she did it aggressively.
  Alik sang:
  My heels, my barefoot boys' heels,
  Girls are no good, let's play hide and seek instead!
  Alina winked at the boy and chirped:
  You sinner, boy, know you'll get what you deserve,
  You will burn in the fire like a spider...
  Demons will torment you in the underworld,
  Those who worshiped Satan!
  The boy's bare feet were visibly swelling and turning blue from the blows dealt by the troll's strong hand. And it was truly extremely painful.
  Alina asked her counterpart:
  - Maybe we should help this exhausted child?
  Alik objected with a sigh:
  "I don't yet know how to influence via the internet. And most likely, my bare heels will also face a stick, or even a red-hot iron!"
  However, when the boy quieted down after another strong blow to the bare, childish soles, the female troll stopped jabbing.
  Alina giggled and sang:
  - And we have such a shelter, they beat you on the heels with sticks!
  Alik nodded with a smile:
  - They certainly do thresh!
  The boy turned on another program. Some cartoon was streaming online. A pretty funny one, with Chip and Dale. Those cartoons are so funny.
  Alina noted:
  This animated series is interesting for any age. "Well, Just You Wait!" looks a bit primitive!
  Alik agreed:
  "The adventures of the hare and the wolf are too simple. And there were only twenty episodes filmed, and those were short. DuckTales, for example, is much longer, and I won't even mention Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!"
  The girl laughed and replied:
  - Oh, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are cool!
  The children winked at each other... After which they continued watching the events on Earth.
  Some Arab sheikh, having become a boy, refused to line up. So the elves went and kicked him in the bare heels.
  The sheikh boy screams at the top of his lungs-it really does hurt. But that doesn't seem to be enough for the elves. One girl takes out a mini-blaster and sets fire to the boy's bare, round heel, who looks to be about twelve years old. And he just screams his head off. It really does hurt.
  And the girls are very beautiful and they treat the bare soles of the boy with sticks, so much so that a wave of pain rises from the soles of his feet to the very back of his head.
  The other children-boys and girls-bow to their new masters. Music plays, drums beat, and the boys in shorts also march. They march, trying to keep their bare feet level. And if they make a mistake, lightning bolts strike the children's feet.
  Alik noticed with a smile:
  - This is literally Hitler's discipline!
  Alena objected:
  - The Third Reich was also full of atrocities. Bribes were given and theft occurred, including Romanian gasoline and alloy steel!
  Alik sang in response:
  Everything is in the power of thieves, or in the hands of God,
  Or those who decide our fate at the top...
  What is more powerful than the demon, and more impudent than anything,
  Theft rules the planet of people!
  It was clear that boys in orange shorts and T-shirts had already begun sweeping the streets with brooms, and girls were washing the asphalt with rags.
  It was a children's cavalcade. And the children's bare feet slapped loudly. It looked quite beautiful.
  Alenka noticed:
  "And children are supposed to work barefoot. And boys have such nice little faces, smooth, clean, and round. Not like the wrinkled, stubble-covered faces of adults. It's a noticeable difference!"
  Alik nodded and agreed:
  "And the girls' faces are much better than those of the old women. But the figures of the grown-up girls are somehow more attractive!"
  And the boy sang:
  The girls came and stood to the side,
  They are beautiful, quite happy!
  And the children stood up to stretch, doing a dozen squats. Afterward, the blood began to flow more quickly through their legs. And their spirits improved.
  One of the girls on the screen was very beautiful, with curly hair. She was bouncing and spinning in an orange skirt, her bare, round heels flashing.
  Alik noted with a sweet smile:
  - What a girl! Simply super!
  Alina was offended:
  - Am I not super?
  The boy said confidently:
  - And you're super!
  The children laughed again and stuck out their tongues. It all looked extremely funny and amusing in its own way.
  Meanwhile, the elven and troll females began throwing sharp daggers and boomerangs with their bare toes. They flew and swirled. It was simply stunning to watch. And the girls demonstrated their skills to the highest standard. And the destructive objects spun through the air. And even the sun seemed to shine brighter.
  Alik noted with a sweet smile:
  - This is beauty!
  Alina objected:
  "Beauty" is an outdated word. Maybe you can think of something else, something cooler?
  Alik laughed and sang:
  My thoughts are my horses,
  I'm a cool stallion boy...
  I don"t recognize, believe me, the bridle,
  And a truly bloody fighter!
  The elven women began tickling the heels of one of the captive boys. Two held his arms, two his legs, and one ran an ostrich feather across the child's bare sole.
  And he giggled, which looked extremely funny and cheerful.
  Alik noted with sarcasm:
  - This is how they have fun!
  Alina nodded in agreement:
  - They're such freaks! What can you expect from them?
  The boy noticed:
  - The fire is greater!
  The girl confirmed:
  - And it smells like roasting lamb!
  And the children sang:
  How nice it is to lie down on the grass,
  And eat something delicious...
  Start a quarrel in the bathhouse, When exams are A's!
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