# Blonde Against The Evil Goddess Kali

Олег Павлович Рыбаченко

An ordinary, albeit very beautiful blonde student Elizaveta Shchukina unexpectedly finds herself chosen and abducted from the modern world. And she finds herself in the kingdom of the evil Goddess Kali. There, a girl student is imprisoned. But they help her escape from the black palace of the monstrous Goddess. And Elizabeth meets the elf prince, and new, very interesting adventures await her.

BLONDE AGAINST THE EVIL GODDESS KALI

ANNOTATION

An ordinary, albeit very beautiful blonde student Elizaveta Shchukina unexpectedly finds herself chosen and abducted from the modern world. And she finds herself in the kingdom of the evil Goddess Kali. There, a girl student is imprisoned. But they help her escape from the black palace of the monstrous Goddess. And Elizabeth meets the elf prince, and new, very interesting adventures await her.

PROLOGUE

Elizaveta downloaded her course work from the Internet, and was pleased with it. The girl studied without much enthusiasm, as she was very beautiful. And her hair is so bright, sparkling, like the domes of churches in the sun, and her figure, and her face, and her skin, everything is just perfect.

And of course, with such an appearance, making money is not a problem. In particular, even just allowing yourself to be photographed for various magazines. Well, and not only that.

Elizaveta also loved to go to the Artists' Alley in Moscow and pose for portraits for a reasonable fee. Sometimes she even made sketches herself.

But it happened that, for example, the artist Narcissus asked for ten thousand rubles to dip a girl"s bare foot in paint and leave his elegant imprint.

Elizabeth did this three times: in red, yellow and blue, earning thirty thousand rubles in such a simple way. True, then the paint had to be washed off with acetone, which is not so pleasant.

Yes, she is an extremely beautiful girl. And she has already been filmed several times, albeit in minor roles.

Now she"s stomping around Moscow in high heels and thinking about whether to go to the Artists" Alley again, or have fun at an amusement park. Not everything is about money.

You need to live for yourself, and while you are young, have fun. Although don"t forget to protect your virginity. Don"t give it to the first person you meet. The best thing would be to find yourself a billionaire husband in his eighties. And this option seemed optimal. So that she can remain a rich widow.

And then live for your own pleasure, entrusting your husband"s company to the manager.

The girl sang:

If you want to be rich,

If you want to be happy...

Don't be born hunchbacked then,

And be born so beautiful!

Suddenly , a luxurious Cadillac stopped next to the girl. And from there she looked out ... No , not the head of an old man, but a beautiful young man in a turban studded with emeralds. He was very handsome and so young and fresh.

With a smile he said:

- My princess, would you like to take a ride with me to the most expensive restaurant in Moscow?

Elizabeth nodded in response, flashed her pearly teeth and chirped:

- With great pleasure! So handsome !

The young man flashed rings made of large diamonds on his hands and answered:

- I"m also very rich, and this is more important to you.

The blonde girl nodded and answered:

If you want to be rich,

If you want to be happy...

Give me diamonds

Our precious king!

And she jumped up to the Cadillac, covered in gold leaf. And she jumped into the silently opened door.

The glamorous young man hugged her and kissed her deliciously on the lips. Elizabeth"s head began to spin, and she saw lynx-like ears poking out from under her turban, instead of human ones .

But the beautiful blonde did not have time to be surprised. The head began to spin more, and the consciousness in the glamorous head turned off.

. CHAPTER No. 1.

Elizabeth had a vision in a semi-conscious state. The girl dreamed...

It"s as if she"s flying across the sky, sitting on a huge butterfly with sparkling wings in all the colors of the rainbow.

And around her there are fluffy, colorful clouds. The girl rests against the back of an arthropod insect with her feet in high-heeled shoes.

The blonde girl holds a magic wand in her right hand and sings, of course, as a joke:

I ask you not to be surprised

If there is boxing now, and not sumo!

If there is, if there is, if there is boxing and not sumo!

A dragon flew out of the cloud towards her. Not too big , about the size of an albatross, and with three small heads. And this animal chirped in an unexpectedly thin voice:

-Are you kind, aunt?

Elizabeth nodded:

- Yes , kind!

The baby dragon whined:

- I want ice cream.

The blonde girl asked with a smile:

- What kind of ice cream?

The three-headed little monster gurgled:

- In Apple pie order!

Elizabeth took it and, shaking her magic wand, cooed:

- Three packs of chocolate ice cream!

And flakes of ice cream and brown mass fell on the dragon. The little monster licked his tongue and chirped:

- Very tasty, aunt!

The blonde girl laughed. And the beautiful dragon licked off the delicious and sweet substance.

Elizabeth waved her wand again, and a delicious tomato with cream hit the cute monster . And he smeared the dragon.

A teenage girl appeared next to him. She was barefoot, but wearing a luxurious tunic and jewelry made of precious stones.

The girl also has a magic wand in her hands. She twisted it, and the cream and chocolate disappeared. The little dragon said with offense:

- Why are you aunts, right?

The girl bowed and answered:

- I am Countess-nymph Drachma. And who are you?

The blonde answered confidently:

- Elizaveta Shchukina. Student and fashion model.

Both beauties winked at each other. And the nymph, on whose bare feet precious rings sparkled, noted:

-You look more like a princess.

In fact, Elizabeth is wearing so many different decorations and sparkling gems.

The blonde replied:

- You too ... Oh my, why is such a noble person barefoot?

Drachma answered with a smile:

- I am a nymph - a relative of the highest Gods of nature. During witchcraft, when there are no shoes, it is much more convenient to use bare toes.

Elizabeth nodded:

- It's clear! You are very beautiful, but is your hair natural or dyed?

The barefoot nymph girl giggled, shook her seven-colored hair and replied:

- Yes and no! This is not paint, and at the same time, seven colors symbolize that I am a very high-level sorceress!

And the beauty clicked her bare toes, and a cake the size of a good tank appeared. At the same time , it was so richly decorated with cream flowers, in a variety of shades, and it smelled very appetizing. The cake looked very rich.

Elizabeth noted with a sweet smile:

- If we eat one of these, our stomach will burst.

Drachma nodded and replied:

- We would give this cake to hungry children!

And the nymph girl shook her magic wand. And they, two beauties, found themselves near a rather large hut on chicken legs. A woman, who looked to be about thirty, with long, red hair, was hovering next to her. She was in a mortar, in one hand there was a luxurious broom with a gilded handle, and in the other left, also a magic wand.

Children, from ten to fourteen years old, were working in the field in front of her. The guys were in torn rags, barefoot and thin. They cultivated the field, hoeed, pulled plows, and carried stretchers.

They were whipped up by very ugly bears in armor and boots, with helmets on their heads.

And every now and then the whips whistled.

Elizabeth shouted:

- How dare you treat children like that!

And the blonde girl made an eight with her magic wand. And chocolates, sweets, candied fruits, dragees, lollipops and packs of ice cream fell on the orcs in armor. They sprinkled the shaggy bears, and they even crashed.

And the barefoot, hungry children, at the sight of such wealth, attacked the food.

The orcs tried to stop them, and waved whips and clubs. Baba Yaga hit the air with her broom. A wave rose and it was like a tsunami. Elizabeth and her butterfly were thrown, and the little dragon was spun.

The nymph Drachma twirled her magic wand. And the whirlwind calmed down, the waves fell.

Thin, half-naked, exhausted from hard work, the children stuffed sweets and other foods into their mouths. The orc overseers tried to beat them, swinging their whips.

Elizabeth waved her magic wand again. And the cream cakes flew towards the hairy and smelly orcs. The nymph also added, clicking her bare toes, decorated with artifact rings. And as a result, a stream of energy flared up. And the orcs" skin caught fire, and their armor began to melt.

Baba Yaga, a rather beautiful and red-haired woman, cooed, baring her teeth and putting out impressive tiger fangs from her mouth:

- Why are you bothering, Drachma? We have long divided our spheres of influence!

Elizabeth squeaked:

-You are making fun of children! And this cannot be tolerated!

Baba Yaga muttered aggressively:

- Who else is this ? And why are you meddling in someone else's business?

The blonde girl smiled and replied:

- Who am I? You can say this with a song!

Drachma nodded:

- Yes, my new friend is very musical! Maybe you'll listen to her?

Orcs, in half-melted armor, twisted, screamed and howled. It was clear that they were in a lot of pain.

Baba Yaga giggled. Apparently, she doesn"t feel sorry for her hairy partners at all. And she growled:

- Sing a flower, don"t be ashamed!

Elizabeth took it and sang with feeling and enthusiasm:

I'm not at all tired of it

Drink, go out, fall in love with guys !

And boldly kill the fascists,

I can compete with Adolf!

I can compete with Adolf!


Natural blonde,

And you don"t need a rubber band in love!

Half the world is with me,

Natural blonde!


Again I beat the fascists boldly,

I'm setting new records!

And I crush the enemy for the cause,

I can smash everyone's faces !

I can smash everyone's faces !


Natural blonde,

I don't need a rubber band in love!

Half the world is at my feet,

Natural blonde!


Who doesn't believe in my coolness,

There will be a bit of a girl's heel...

Know that cowardice is stupidity,

I'm knocking down the Krauts!

I'm knocking down the Krauts!


Natural blonde,

I don't need a rubber band in love,

My husband is trembling with me,

Natural blonde!


Do you want to become cooler than the Fuhrer?

And kick the fascists' ass...

Don't spare bullets on the Krauts,

Play Penelope!


Well, the battle is bloody,

I'm burning out...

It's not all for fame

This is where the mystery and solution lie!

This is where the mystery and solution lie!


Natural blonde,

I don't need a rubber band in love!

And I have a steel back,

Natural blonde!

Natural blonde!

Baba Yaga laughed. She shook her magic wand. The half-burned orcs calmed down. Streams of rain poured down on them. The children sat down.

A huge cake floated towards the barefoot team of boys and girls.

The nymph read the spell. And the giant torus split into pieces. And in front of each child appeared a golden plate, a knife and a fork.

Baba Yaga commanded:

- I give you all permission to rest and eat!

The children nodded, mostly with their bright heads, and began to eat.

Elizabeth asked in surprise:

-Where are the parents of these unfortunate guys?

Baba Yaga answered with a smile:

- These are not really children. These are the souls of adults, after death they received children's bodies and were sent to our world for re-education. And you must admit, occupational therapy was much more humane!

Elizabeth looked around. Trees with lush, luxurious flowers grew all around, and a pleasant aroma wafted through. And even Baba Yaga"s castle looked very welcoming.

The girl nodded in agreement:

- This doesn't look like Hell!

Drachma noted:

- Heaven and Hell in the primitive understanding of people do not exist. There are parallel and multi-vector worlds that have their own properties and parameters. And here these children have a chance to get the best place in the sun!

Baba Yaga nodded and remarked:

- Yes, whoever was great at good deeds during his life can become a king or prince in a parallel world, after the death of his bodily shell! So in the universe everything is relative. I, too, was a queen in a past life.

The nymph countess nodded:

"At first she incarnated herself as a slave girl and worked on the plantations. But then, she was sold as a student to a sorcerer, and rose in this world to the level of Baba Yaga. And this is not a weak career at all!

Elizabeth whistled and noted:

- Wow! Who am I then?

Drachma cooed:

Fragile colored petal,

You are only at the beginning of the journey...

Although the world around is cruel,

You just have to go forward!

One of the boys, in shorts and a torn T-shirt, flashing bare, tanned and scratched legs, having finished the cake, ran closer to the three aunts floating in the air and chirped:

- I, Marquis de Sade! Famous person.

Baba Yaga cooed menacingly:

- Apparently you want to hit the marquis with sticks on his bare heels?

The boy bowed and answered with a smile:

"I"ve been a slave for a couple of centuries now." Why won't they take me into the army? I can be both a squire and a drummer. Otherwise, to be honest, I"m getting dumber from work!

Drachma noted:

- Maybe, in fact, we should give him a chance. For example, go to work?

Baba Yaga noted:

- If anyone takes it! You know, it can be different here. The marquis was offered to somehow be, like an educated person in a past life, to be an assistant to a clerk. That's how he made it up. After which, they beat the boy on his bare heels with sticks. And how he screamed.

The young marquis, who looked about twelve years old, remarked:

"I haven"t worn shoes for over two hundred years." And my soles are as hard as camel's hooves. And sometimes the stuffed calluses begin to itch . And then sticks on your heels won"t hurt so much!

Elizabeth laughed and noted:

- Charming. So, after more than two hundred years, have you still remained a child?

The boy nodded:

- Only externally! Our bodies do not change while we are slaves. If I join the army, then I will already grow there, albeit slowly. But here only the clothes wear out from work, and we are given new ones every five years . And the shoes ... There are as many as four suns here - it"s very warm. Often I even work without a T-shirt, it"s much more pleasant!

Baba Yaga noted:

- The Marquis de Sade is simply delightful! Maybe I"ll tickle his heels with an ostrich feather, and he"ll tell me a fairy tale.

The boy, who was once a titled nobleman and a notorious writer, noted:

I write well, sometimes

Sometimes it turns out to be nonsense!

Everything in this world is tossing,

And really it"s just empty vanity!

Elizabeth nodded and asked:

- Maybe you want a big chocolate candy?

The boy answered seriously:

- I would prefer a large mug of good Spanish wine, or Jamaican rum!

Baba Yaga laughed and remarked:

- Children are not allowed to drink alcohol!

The Marquis boy objected:

- I'm not a child! And in the army there is a portion of grotto.

Drachma noted, casually shaking her wand:

- Try better candy with liqueur!

And chocolate barrels appeared in the hands of the young slave. The boy bit them off and sang:

Love and death, good and evil,

What is sacred and what is sinful is not destined to be understood!

Love and death, good and evil,

We cannot die, there is only one existence!

A girl ran up to them, flashing her bare, small, round heels. She was fair-haired and very sweet. She bowed and chirped:

- I'm Lady Winter! Known as my lady. And I also want promotion.

The girl was wearing a short, torn tunic with large holes. Her small legs were graceful, but her feet were already horny and calloused. It can be seen that she has been plowing for more than one century.

Elizabeth smiled and replied:

- Is that so? But it's better than being an old lady.

The girl remarked:

- I was executed at twenty-six years old, and I was not an old woman. The Marquis de Sade died at seventy-four, so at least he lived!

The boy in shorts nodded, pressed a stone into the grass with his bare foot and sang:

Although they say that the years cannot be returned,

And it"s as if the body is simply decrepit...

We begin our journey in a new world,

And we"re making a fresh idea!

And the marquis boy tore off his shabby T-shirt and pointed to his tiled belly. The muscular boy looked much more handsome without his shirt. In shorts, although also torn , he looked like a young athlete.

And he started dancing, showing off his sculpted muscles in his arms and legs.

Then the marquis boy picked up a pebble with his bare toes and threw it higher. Then he deftly caught it with his foot and again threw two pebbles. And he caught them again.

Elizabeth exclaimed:

- Lovely! How great it looks !

The little dragon flew up to the boy. He licked his round, calloused heel and chirped:

- Brother?

The boy wiped his bare soles on the grass and muttered angrily:

- Sister!

The little dragon squeaked:

- My friend!

Drachma giggled and sang:

For some reason, children are chained like a chain,

To be needed by someone in difficult times...

Don't spill water, everyone around is joking,

This is what a true, faithful friend means!

The little dragon saw a piece of cake, rushed to it and began to lick the soft, sweet mass with three tongues.

The girl-milady squeaked:

- A charming animal. I would like to have a dog like this!

Elizabeth blurted out:

- Why did you Anna de Bayle poison Constance ? Bonacieux ?

The girl stepped on the liqueur candy with her bare foot. She crushed it, groaned and answered:

- Because of jealousy. I loved Dartagnan very much !

Baba Yaga grinned:

"That"s why this lousy girl gets spanked every Friday." She killed an innocent soul.

Elizabeth asked with a smile:

- And for other crimes?

Here Drachma spoke:

- The Duke of Bekingen was quite a bastard. Yes, and she served her homeland France. However, I"m thinking about taking her as my student!

The girl-milady cooed:

- Of course, take it. Because I"m tired of stupidly moving a hoe on a plantation, or carrying a stretcher, or carrying crops. There is some variety at the quarries. I've been here for almost four centuries. I'm sad !

Elizabeth whistled and noted:

- Yes, that's a lot. Even in the USA, after twenty years in prison, a person sentenced to life imprisonment can be pardoned!

Baba Yaga noted:

"She would have long ago been transferred from a slave to the army, or to a sorceress, or even to a girl priestess, but Milady has too much fame. They're afraid to teach her magic - she's a treacherous girl!

The Marquis de Sade, that playful boy, nodded:

- Apart from occasional performances and entertainment, occupational therapy becomes boring . Indeed, in the quarries you can at least build up your muscles.

Baba Yaga nodded:

- I'll take it into account! So you'll go to the quarries!

The Marquis boy exclaimed:

- Please put me up for sale! Someone will definitely buy me at auction.

Drachma laughed and noted:

- Wow! He himself, a former titled nobleman, wants to be sold, like some kind of thing!

The Marquis de Sade sang:

Our hearts demand change

Our eyes require change...

In our heart and our tears,

And the pulsations of the veins...

Change, we are waiting for change!

And the slave child stamped his bare feet. This is really a living boy.

The little dragon chirped, imitating:

-Changes, we are waiting for changes!

And she spun around like a spinning top, the reptile is very cute and cute.

Elizabeth remarked:

- And he"s a very cute little dragon.

Drachma wanted to say something when a luminous point appeared in the sky. Someone was flying towards them.

The nymph girl chirped:

- This is great ! Apparently the mermaid butterfly is racing.

The blonde girl was surprised:

- How is it, a mermaid butterfly?

Baba Yaga answered with a chuckle:

- This is when you are both a mermaid and a butterfly at the same time. What surprises you?

Elizabeth shrugged and noted:

- I have never heard of such fabulous creatures!

The red-haired witch woman replied:

- That's when you see it for yourself. She can live under water and fly through the air! And that's great .

Indeed, a girl appeared with a silver tail and wings, sparkling in the four suns brighter and more beautiful than gold leaf.

The nymph chirped:

- Baroness de Dashing, I salute you!

The mermaid butterfly giggled and replied:

- And I greet you, Countess! Let there be light in the world.

The Marquis boy whined:

- Maybe you can buy me? I want to visit the sea kingdom.

The mermaid butterfly sang:

In the blue sea, in the white foam,

Where hurricanes rage...

Where the sea sways and the ships shake!

The nymph and Baba Yaga took it and sang:

Ships sink to the bottom, with anchors and sails,

And then the golden chests will be yours,

Golden chests!

The ships lie broken

The chests are open...

Emeralds and rubies flow like rain...

If you want to be rich,

If you want to be happy,

Stay with us boy

You will be our king!

You will be our king!

The milady girl grinned. She took a bite of the cake and enthusiastically took it and sang:

People admired the queen

All the boys in the yard fell in love...

With her I was an invisible shadow,

Instead of love, I learned patience!

The mermaid butterfly shook its wings, and the golden tints began to sparkle with sunbeams. And the girl turned out to be gorgeous.

Baroness de Likhaya shook her magic wand, and a bouquet of flowers appeared in Elizabeth"s hand.

The blonde girl laughed and replied:

- This is a very beautiful bouquet!

And she winked at her partners. The marquis boy took it and spun around like a top. And his bare foot spun in the air. And so the boy took and caught a silver dragonfly by the wing. And then he was hit in the heel by a small spark and screamed.

Baba Yaga, baring her teeth, remarked:

- Don't be a bully, little girl !

The Marquis de Sade was offended:

- Is it me, little one ? Yes, I saw this...

And again lightning strikes the bare soles of the tomboy boy.

And he screamed. And it's funny.

The mermaid butterfly giggled and noted:

- The baby is just charming.

Elizabeth remarked:

- Twelve years old, this is not a baby. This is almost a grown boy. And if you consider that he is already three hundred years old, then this is already...

The Marquis de Sade squeaked:

- Young old man!

And he winked at his counterparts.

Another boy ran up to them. He smiled and answered with a sad look:

- I will soon be five thousand years old. But I"m still a slave boy, and a personal ban has been imposed on me. I was here when Baba Yaga was not yet born.

The woman with red hair replied:

- This is the former pharaoh Cheops. More than two hundred and fifty thousand slaves died due to the construction of the pyramid. Therefore, he is not released from slavery.

The boy nodded. He had a short crew cut, and the former pharaoh himself was wearing only swimming trunks. There was a slave brand burned into the shoulder, and the skin was black, like that of an African. This is really unexpected. And the hair, on the contrary, is light, as are the eyebrows. The boy was handsome, wiry, muscular and outwardly cheerful.

Elizabeth asked with a sigh:

- What is it like to be a slave for almost five thousand years?

The Pharaoh boy replied:

- Not really, but I'm used to it. Moreover, we have both entertainment and weekends. Slaves have their own rights. - A young boy about thirteen years old noted. - And the coolest thing is the boy"s healthy body. You don't feel tired at all. Cheerful all the time . And when you work and dig into the ground, you create something!

Baba Yaga nodded:

- Yes, sometimes fantasies really save you! And it's fun and cool! For example...

The Marquis boy giggled and noted:

- Yes, that's right! Fantasies, this is great ! You can write something like this.

Both boys took it and bumped fists. Even sparks fell from the knuckles.

They winked at each other and sang:

Who was in the darkness of slavery, take the sword,

Honor and freedom are in your hands!

Let courage flow in full swing - the call is in the blood,

Forget doubts, low, vile fear!


Don't be a slave, humiliated in the dust,

A mighty eagle, soaring to the heights !

Summon the gods in a bloody battle,

Fight for the will to light to the end!


And let the warrior"s blade not tremble,

The wounded fighter fell with a groan!

Let eternity sleep, let the wreath burn in the darkness,

Greetings from heaven with a mighty menacing thunder!

The girls smiled. Milady remarked wittily:

- Freedom is heaven!

And she stamped her bare, graceful foot.

This is the girl who was a baroness, a countess, and the wife of a lord.

That's how they talked.

The mermaid butterfly took it and chirped:

- You will find yours, mind you, you are forever young, and that"s great !

The girl-milady nodded and cooed:

- Yes, it"s great when you have eternal youth. Even as a child, old age scared me, and I was afraid of turning out to be old and decrepit.

Another girl who ran up to them nodded:

- Yes, I know! When I began to turn into an old woman, I had a lot of complexes about this. Although, I was a queen, and I had everything. But even this did not help, even the best doctors, and even Count de Calliostro himself !

Milady nodded:

- This is the former Russian Tsarina Catherine II. She was once a great ruler and wore luxurious outfits, but now she runs around barefoot and in a torn tunic.

The girl queen noted:

- But now I"m young and healthy! And that's worth a lot.

The Marquis de Sade nodded:

- Yes, of course, it"s worth it. I can appreciate that.

The boy pharaoh nodded:

- As Solomon said: - A young puppy is better than an old lion!

And all four children: two boys and two girls of considerable age, sang:

Humanity is in great sorrow,

Probably everyone thinks about him!

Tears were shed over this sea,

A person's fear burns with fire!


Years crawl after year in a caravan,

Grandma rubs henna on her cheeks!

And something happened to the maiden"s slender figure,

I don"t understand where the wrinkles come from!


Why is the crown of nature bright?

The creator of machines must suddenly wither!

The one who harnessed the power of the wind to the cart,

He can"t cope with the evil of aging!


A beauty becomes a freak

And the hero is withering away before our eyes!

Any nasty weather now,

And at night I am tormented by wild fear!


But I don"t believe that there is no salvation,

A person can argue with God!

So that a friendly family becomes eternal,

So that the road goes uphill with ease and steeply!


Old women will no longer have wrinkles,

Let's make old age retreat in shame!

And man, progress's powerful son,

He looks at the pinnacle of life with bright eyes!


And there will be endless beauty

The days will flow like a river in full flow!

Human kindness will appear

After all, the heart will become pure and noble!


Believe, new pleasure will come,

Over the years, wisdom will increase!

After all, ice does not settle in a young body,

Like a schoolboy eager to study for five!


The mark is higher, come on, look for it,

You will retake the exam at least a hundred times!

And you can eat Easter cakes with honey,

Well, become an old girl now!

And the whole team burst out laughing.

Baba Yaga remarked gloomily:

- You got really angry. Maybe send you to work? Occupational therapy is the best medicine for sinners.

Butterfly mermaid noted:

- I'm not a person. And this is inaccessible to us mermaid butterflies. We live a very long time without aging. And then we move into another world.

And the children exclaimed in unison:

- For new frontiers and paradise!

A pair of horsemen appeared from afar. One was on an orange horse, the other on a blue one. They were rapidly approaching. It was a couple - a boy and a girl. Very beautiful. The girl was wearing a short dress and barefoot, adorned with jewelry. The young man was in a luxurious suit and sparkling boots.

Both were dressed up, with swords in their hands and bows on their backs. And it looked great.

And behind them a whole squad of girls spoke. They were in short, bright tunics, carrying a sword and a shield. The beauties were also barefoot. And the rings shone on their toes. Hair of different colors fluttered in the wind.

And their ears are like lynxes. Beautiful, but the ears are not human.

Baba Yaga bowed:

- Greetings, Prince Dolgorukov and his first wife. You're just in time.

The young elf bowed and answered:

- Yes, it's cool . Here with you is a new and very beautiful girl. Is she dead?

Nymph de Drachma remarked:

- No! And usually people receive the bodies of children after death. And here she is an adult! "The girl clicked her bare toes and chirped. "Apparently, during her lifetime she was transported to the next world."

The young prince nodded and answered:

- I want to kiss her foot!

Elizabeth muttered in confusion:

- My leg?

De Dolgorukov nodded:

- Yes, yours , oh blonde goddess!

The Marquis boy exclaimed:

- What a pleasure!

The girl queen noted with a chuckle:

- Yes , this is really cool! When I was young, my feet were kissed willingly. And when I got older, men became disgusted with this!

Elizabeth extended her lower limb in a high-heeled shoe and chirped:

- You can try.

The young prince muttered:

- Take off your shoe!

The Pharaoh Boy noted:

- In Egypt, girls are barefoot all the time. And when they wore sandals, especially high heels, it looked very sexy!

The blonde girl squeaked:

- Yes, maybe next time I"ll take off my shoe. And so, kiss the heel!

The young prince wanted to say something when a huge dragon appeared in the sky. He had twelve heads and was so bright and colorful.

The little dragon perked up and chirped:

- Mother!

The marquis boy sang:

Let mom come, let mom come,

May my mother definitely find me...

After all, this doesn"t happen in the world,

May children be lost!

After all, this doesn"t happen in the world,

May children be lost!

The huge female dragon thundered:

- I see my little son is playing with you. Well, you Drachma are a good girl, and I think you"ll look after the baby!

The nymph countess giggled and sang:

A child's thoughts are like snow

The light ones sparkle brightly...

At least sometimes, as if it were a sin,

very nasty !

Friendly laughter was heard. And it really looked extremely fun and extravagant.

The noble children were very happy and jumped up and down.

Baba Yaga shouted aggressively:

- That's it, little ones! Stop having fun. Now let's get to work!

Drachma nodded:

- Yes , children! Atone for your sins with occupational therapy! Work, and happiness and a worthy place in life will come to you!

Baba Yaga roared and even struck with lightning:

- In places!

The children started running. And their bare, round heels flashed. They were pink and beautiful.

Elizabeth noted with an angry look:

- Why do you force them to work? Maybe with the help of magic you can do everything like that?

Baba Yaga roared:

- Sin must be punished! Such is the will of the Son of the Most High God, the Father of Evil Chernobog!

The blonde girl squeaked in fear:

- Why do you need evil?

The nymph girl replied:

- To have freedom of choice. And not only this.

The young prince nodded:

- Yes exactly! Without villains there will be no heroes. As they say, you need both pepper and sugar!

Baba Yaga nodded and sang with feeling and expression:

Now, if there are problems in the universe,

It doesn"t happen at any cost...

You don't want change anymore

The man doesn"t know what he wants!


And there is Chernobog with mighty power,

The Great One has universal power ...

He gives it to a man right on the forehead,

So that the human race does not become completely wild!


Yes, the Almighty Race created Him,

So that people have a reason to develop...

So that a person wants everything at once,

And people learned to fight hard!


As a warrior conquers evil,

That Rod created for the benefit of man...

And he poured out goodness for souls and bodies,

It's never too late to learn to fight!


What does Almighty God want?

So that they don"t dare bring the Elf to his knees...

So that evil fate does not rule,

So that hundreds of generations develop!


Yes, Chernobog is an incentive for people,

So that there is no laziness, no stagnation...

So that you smash the fascist into smithereens,

Walk around Orklin in friendly formation!


So don't get lost if it's hard,

If troubles befall the Fatherland...

Rod will do it beautifully and easily,

Just to make people move!


And Chernobog is just your older brother,

Although he is strict , he loves you endlessly...

You'll hit the greatest score

When you will serve the Elf forever!

The slave children applauded at these words, clapping their hands.

After which, Baba Yaga licked her lips and asked:

-Now do you understand?

Elizabeth shrugged and replied:

- Yes, it"s impossible to understand!

The young prince nodded and said:

- Now, let me kiss your foot!

The blonde girl giggled and sang:

And I love boys

I'll kill them with my bare foot!

If necessary, I'll hit you hard,

Someone crossed the line!

After which, the blonde took off her shoe. Her graceful leg was exposed, and her harmonious and chiseled fingers were visible.

And the young elf took and savorily kissed Elizabeth, first on the shin, then on the pink heel, and said:

- Long live female beauty!

Baba Yaga noted with a sour look:

- Yes, it's funny. But don"t you want to take her as your wife, Prince?

Dolgorukov answered with gusto:

- I can only dream about this! Do you agree?

Elizabeth laughed and chirped:

- What is your condition?

The Elf Prince smiled and replied:

- And you are a business woman. I see practical.

Drachma noted:

- It"s too early for you to talk about this. In this world, both of you will have a big and interesting mission. So go for it!

The female dragon and baby dragon flew into the sky. The other children worked, and were again urged on by the orc overseers. It seemed that nothing in the world had changed.

Elizabeth saw that the young prince also gave the command. Warrior girls from the elf family lined up. And their bare, tanned, graceful legs trembled.

The blonde girl felt bored and remarked with a sigh:

Everything will pass, both sadness and joy,

Everything will pass, that"s how the world works...

Everything will pass, you just have to believe,

That love does not pass, no!

And then the elf girls turned around. And then the prince and princess galloped off. Only the silver hooves sparkled. And the girl was very beautiful, but she was distinguished by her ears, which were very graceful and delightful.

Baba Yaga noted:

- I would simply eat such a groom!

Drachma nodded:

- The prince is good, and really very rich. But he didn"t like that you were primarily interested not in himself, but in his money!

Elizabeth noted with a sad look:

- You can"t build happiness without money! In the same way, although the spiritual is primary, it is worth nothing without the material.

The nymph countess nodded:

- Although a body without a soul is not a body, how weak is a soul without a body!

Baba Yaga noted:

- Yes, a difficult but interesting fate awaits this girl.

Elizabeth sang with rage:

But you shouldn't sulk at fate,

And there will be ways out in the struggle!

. CHAPTER No. 2.

The girl woke up from her sleep. And immediately I felt cold stones on my back. And when she opened her eyes, all around was the twilight of the dungeon. Elizabeth shook herself and felt a steel collar on her neck, which was constraining her. There were also shackles on the girl"s hands and bare feet. Instead of clothes, she was now wearing a striped robe with a number on the chest. And next to him in chains was another girl. And she seemed terribly familiar with her seven-colored hairstyle, barefoot.

Yes, this is Drachma, only without amulets and jewelry, in a short striped prison dress, and also with a number embroidered on the chest. And her neck, legs, and arms are stiff. Without precious stones, her bare feet seem childish and defenseless.

Elizabeth whistled:

- Wow! - The blonde girl clinked her chains.

Drachma, except for her seven-color hairstyle, looks like a very beautiful teenage girl. In this striped dress, she's like a Japanese heroine anime She looks innocent and confused.

The blonde girl cooed:

- Hello! Maybe we can meet?

The nymph looked at her, but apparently did not recognize her, and chirped in a language that seemed Russian to the idiot:

- Hello! Are you human?

Elizabeth nodded:

- Yes, I'm human. And you, apparently, are a nymph?

Drachma confirmed:

- Yes, I am a countess! And what?

The blonde girl noted:

- Never mind. Maybe you know who kidnapped us and why?

The nymph girl answered with a sigh:

"We were kidnapped by the servants of the evil goddess Kali. If you are interested in this.

Elizabeth shuddered and noted:

- Do you mean the goddess of evil Kali? From Hinduism?

Drachma replied:

- No! This is not really Hinduism. This is the reality of our universe. And you, apparently, are a noble person, since you were placed in a cell with a floor covered with a special metal that neutralizes any magic.

The blonde girl shrugged and replied:

- As it seems, the Devil incarnate in the body said, perhaps your great-grandmother the queen would be very surprised to see her great-granddaughter in Moscow!

The nymph girl laughed and answered:

- Yes, it happens that you are sitting in a dungeon, but even in this case there is also joy, in particular, an interesting cellmate!

Elizabeth rubbed her bare foot and remarked:

- It doesn"t seem to be cold, but my feet are starting to feel cold.

Drachma nodded with a smile:

- You apparently don"t have the habit of walking barefoot. And this speaks either of a noble origin, or of the not-too-mild climate of your world!

The blonde girl answered with a sigh:

- Yes, the climate does not please us. Moreover, lately there has not been a normal winter - slush and sleet. It's even disgusting!

The nymph girl caught the itchy insect with the bare toes of her graceful, small foot, and threw it so deftly that it knocked down a fly that wanted to land on Elizabeth"s cheek.

The blonde girl exclaimed in surprise:

- Wow! How cleverly you did it.

Drachma noted:

- Great experience, practice and magic! How beautiful can you be?

Elizabeth answered with a sigh:

- Unfortunately, I can"t do it. More precisely, I haven"t tried to catch insects with my feet.

The nymph girl laughed and answered:

If you suffer for a long time, something will work out,

You girl will pass the exam, believe me, with an A,

And if it doesn"t work out, try again!

The blonde girl timidly asked:

-Have you tried to cut the chains?

Drachma answered with a deep sigh:

- Of course, I tried, but they are charged with special magic. Although I have Divine power within me, I can"t burn through the metal, melt it and tear it apart!

Elizabeth took the chain in her hands and tried to rub one link against the other. She read in some book about getting caught that this is how girls got rid of shackles. True, it took quite a lot of time. And there is also a way to saw through a steel link with hair.

The nymph girl grinned:

- Deftly - steel against steel!

The blonde girl giggled and replied:

- Patience and a little effort!

And the girl took it and tried it with her hair. But the latter looked, perhaps, even funny. The nymph girl smelled very nice. As if it was not a human body, but a whole flowerbed of luxurious and lush flowers.

Eliza Veta again began to rub link against link. Her partner also began to do this, but not with her hands, but using her bare toes. And it was both beautiful and attractive. In general, Drachma was a very beautiful girl, and somehow special, not quite human, but at the same time pleasant and attractive.

Elizabeth noticed that she really wanted to talk while in custody:

- There may be a little magic in our world, but technology is very developed. There are even missiles with thermonuclear charges, and one of them is capable of turning a large and densely populated city into a deep, radioactive crater.

Drachma frowned her black eyebrows and asked:

- Do you want to scare us?

The blonde girl shook her head negatively:

- No! I'm just talking about my world. We have planet Earth, and there are more than two hundred countries on it.

The nymph girl laughed and remarked:

- More than two hundred countries on one planet? What are you, savages? How can this be, seemingly from a normal human race!

Elizabeth shrugged and began to rub more vigorously, noting:

- I do not know myself. But people really behave like savages. Wars, religious disputes, terrorist attacks and diseases, and much more - there is no heaven on Earth!

Drachma answered with a sigh, shaking her seven-colored head:

-Where is heaven? In our world it was still more or less until the demons of the Goddess of Evil Kali invaded. After which, everything became much more scary than before!

The blonde girl noted:

- And we have enough problems on Earth even without Kali. It seemed that science was developing, and people were becoming more and more intelligent. This means wars, conflicts and fights will become a thing of the past. But no, somehow it gets even worse. And with the development of science, there are no fewer religious fanatics either. "Elizabeth stomped her graceful, bare foot, causing the chain to jingle, and continued. - This is really why people become stupid and use pistols, knives, brass knuckles, and even nuclear warheads because of little things!

The nymph girl nodded in agreement:

- Yes, I know! I have lived in the world for more than a century and have seen a lot. Indeed, progress and science do not always go hand in hand with morality and humanism. And the development of science is not a panacea, just like magic. There are very advanced sorcerers and sorceresses, but they are so evil that you are simply amazed. What about learned men? There are so many crazy people among them, for whom the mental hospital cries!

Elizabeth , continuing to rub one link of the chain against another in order to cheer herself up, noted:

- But there are also positive aspects. For example, there are smartphones, laptops, and computer games that make the soul more fun. Well, not only the soul, but also the body.

The nymph girl asked with curiosity and also rubbing one link of the chain against another:

- What are smartphones and laptops?

The blonde girl hesitated and did not answer right away:

- Well, you see, these are devices through which you can transmit information at a distance and show various kinds of pictures and images in motion.

Drachma grinned:

- Are these some kind of magical artifacts?

Elizabeth confirmed:

- Yes, something like that! But they do not contain magic, but microcircuits and various achievements of human science.

The nymph girl nodded and winked knowingly:

- Yes, I heard that there are worlds where instead of magic there is high technology. But this is not entirely practical.

The blonde girl shrugged and replied:

- How can I say it! We can receive information via the Internet, watch movies, and do much more. There are just a ton of opportunities here.

Drachma was about to say something else when a noise was heard. And the girls stopped sawing the chains and sat down.

The armored doors opened. A boy appeared wearing only black swimming trunks and with a number on them. He looked about thirteen years old, thin, but wiry and tanned. Slapping his bare feet, he placed a jug of water, bread and a bowl of porridge in front of the female prisoners.

Elizabeth asked him:

- Who are you?

The boy answered succinctly:

- I'm a slave!

And with a flash of bare heels, the slave boy walked away. The blonde girl noted:

- And there is slavery here?

Drachma nodded her seven-colored head:

- Yes, unfortunately there is. What , you don"t have it?

Elizabeth answered confidently:

- Officially, no! Slavery is prohibited in almost all countries of the world. But, of course, it exists underground in our country too.

The nymph girl confidently stated:

- And here it is legalized. As, indeed, torture. And you may have to experience it yourself.

The blonde girl shivered. Imagining that she was being pulled naked on the rack, and two tall executioners were beating her with all their might with barbed, hot wire. The bodies of the executioners are naked to the waist and glistening with sweat, their relief abs are lined with tiles and sway like a sea wave.

And Elizabeth licked her lips.

Drachma asked with a smile:

- You seem to be thinking about boys? I see how the eyes lit up lustfully!

The blonde was embarrassed and blushed. She actually felt a little ashamed of her erotic fantasies. Especially of a sadomasochistic nature.

And she answered boldly:

And I love boys

I'll put them together...

Along the line to the pub,

I'll bring you with me!

After which the girls fell silent. They rubbed their chains, and a quiet, monotonous sound was heard.

Elizabeth, in order to distract herself, began to think about something interesting.

For example, what would have happened if Alexander the Third had not suffered during the crash of the royal train on the railway near Kharkov. A strong and authoritative monarch continues his reign. Of course, Tsarist Russia continues its expansion. In this case, to China. And it was under Emperor Alexander that the construction of the Far Eastern Railway began with plans to both Vladivostok and Port Arthur. At first it was, as under Nicholas II, only better, because, fearing the formidable Tsar Alexander, they stole less.

Well, what about the war with Japan? Alexander the Third decided why to avoid war? The population of Tsarist Russia grew rapidly. Mortality decreased, including among children, vaccinations were introduced, more and more antibiotics were produced, and fewer people died from colds, and the birth rate remained very high. And Tsarist Russia was threatened with overpopulation. So , why feel sorry for the men? Women are still giving birth ! And Alexander also wanted military glory. The nickname peacemaker is not enough. To become Alexander the Great is really what the monarch really wants. By the time the war with Japan began, Alexander the Third was already almost fifty-nine years old and, of course, in his old age he wanted to show off his military exploits and satisfy his considerable ambitions.

In short, the tsar did not make concessions to Japan. And the war began. Just not like with Nicholas II .

The Pacific squadron was commanded by Admiral Makarov, and the Russian fleet was on alert. And the Baltic squadron was built earlier, and Port Arthur was better fortified, and some other cities too. And already in the very first days the Japanese began to suffer heavy losses.

Elizabeth and Drachma, a warrior girl and a nymph girl, found themselves on the cruiser Varyag, against which there were fourteen Japanese ships: six cruisers and eight battleships. But the cruiser Varyag confidently entered the battle.

And his entire team consists of girls, commanded by Elizabeth and Drachma.

Here the girls are running along the deck, and their bare soles are flashing, their pink, round, bare heels are sparkling. And the warriors dashingly deploy six-inch guns. And they rest their bare, muscular legs against the armor of the ship. They open fire. And at the same time, the Varyag maneuvers so that Japanese shells fly past.

It"s great when the crew is made up of only girls. Moreover, they are all fit and muscular. The muscles are very prominent, and the only thing I wear is a bikini. And these are thin panties and narrow strips of fabric on the chest. But the girls" muscles are perfectly visible, including their abs, like those of a chocolate bar.

The girls here are very beautiful - just super. And they still laugh and show their large teeth, like those of a wolf.

Drachma, this countess-nymph, clicked her bare toes, and a magic wand appeared in her hand. The sorceress girl shook it and sent a pulsar of magical energy towards the large cruiser of the Japanese squadron. And indeed, I was thoroughly pleased. The ship of the Land of the Rising Sun was thrown up, and it began to split into pieces. And the metal turned into a sweet cream and spread over the sea surface.

Elizabeth winked at her partner and chirped, clicking her bare, graceful legs and releasing a pulsar of lethal force:

- I am the strongest woman! And the Japanese will not be weak.

And the destroyer suffered from her pulsar. Even the side of it was burned through. And he drank a fair amount of water. And heeled over and began to sink.

The girls, jumping up and jerking their bare, muscular, strong legs, roared:

Glory! Glory to Russia!

The beauties are rushing forward!

Divisions of women in bikinis -

Greetings to the Russian people!

And the girls" bare heels hit the armored deck. And this looks very erotic and attractive.

Well, the crew on Varyag consists of only representatives of the fair sex - the dream of every man.

And Drachma again took and shook her magic wand. On her bare, graceful feet, or rather on her toes, precious rings with the brightest stones sparkled. And it looked extremely cool .

And at the same time, fire pulsars flew out from the magic wand and the rings on the girl"s bare feet. They increased in size during the flight. And they turned into a couple of hefty cakes with cream, roses, butterflies and other decorations. And so they took it and crashed onto a Japanese cruiser and destroyer. They attacked them with force.

And both ships were smeared with sweet and fragrant, immersed in biscuit and cream. After which, they began to sink, and their armor literally dissolved, corroded and dissolved.

And the cruiser, together with the destroyer, melted and melted. And the Japanese sailors turned into chocolates, sweets, and lollipops right before our eyes. And it looked great .

Elizabeth noted:

- This is culinary magic!

Drachma corrected:

- Confectionery! There were evil sailors, and now there are great treats.

The Japanese, indeed, had to deal with strong and glamorous fighters.

And now Elizabeth clicked the bare toes of her tanned and very seductive feet. And then a cheesecake flew out of her bare, round heel. It was small at first, but grew larger during the flight. And it has already grown like a real airliner. And how it takes and rams a cruiser. And he turned over from the powerful push of a gigantic cheesecake soaked in honey and condensed milk. And before our eyes it began to turn into a large, delicious, custard cake. And a very strong and cloying smell emanated from him.

And the Japanese sailors turned into large raisins, or poppy heads made of cream, or barrels of chocolate with liquor splashing inside them. And it's just wonderful.

Elizabeth tweeted:

- These are such tasty treats! Real cartoons !

Drachma Countess-nymph nodded approvingly:

- You learn quickly.

After which, she put her bare toes of her graceful feet into her mouth and whistled.

A wave of syrup and a geyser of something delicious arose. And this wave, like a tsunami, overturned the Japanese cruiser. And in its place a very rich cake appeared in the form of a medieval caravel with cream sails. And again everything is so painted. And what kind of chocolate and other confectionery fillings are there?

And the Japanese sailors again became candies, including grilled meats. And also covered with chocolate crusts and a lot of everything rich and tasty, full of life and aroma.

Elizabeth squeaked. And from her chiseled, girlish foot she released a fiery stream of frantic energy. And something indescribable, very thick, sticky started rushing out. And a couple of Japanese destroyers froze in raspberry jam and chocolate jelly. After which, right before our eyes, they became another confectionery masterpiece, and sailors and sailors were transformed into very cheerful, creamy decorations.

Drachma winked at her partner:

- Not bad! We prepared so many delicious things .

Elizabeth laughed and chirped:

Ah, diet, don't eat this or that,

And let your legs never get tired of walking...

Oh, diet, I'll go crazy with this,

Cupcakes don't make you fat, and they make you sing songs!

The nymph girl noted:

- What are we missing?

The blonde terminator muttered:

- Exactly, what?

Drachma chirped:

- Ice cream! Here's what else you need.

Elizabeth squeaked:

- Doing something that is completely wrong

It's sweeter than even ice cream!

And both sorceress girls held hands. After which, they stretched out their bare, muscular, tanned legs, crossed them, and with their bare fingers took and released streams of magical hyperplasm. It flew and hit the surviving Japanese ships like a wave. One, two, three ... And now, instead of samurai vessels, there appeared glasses with all kinds of ice cream with wonderful and sweet fillings. And the Japanese sailors turned into strawberries, cherries, banana slices and mangoes. And the fourteen ships of the land of the rising sun became all sorts of very tasty and appetizing things.

And there was ice cream, gingerbreads, cakes, pastries, candies, chocolates, cheesecakes, and lollipops. So many delicious things.

Elizabeth looked at this wealth and noted:

- So what, should all this disappear?

Drachma nodded:

- Of course not!

The blonde girl asked in surprise:

- Who needs this at sea?

The Nymph Countess suggested:

- Let's move it and give it to the children.

Elizabeth laughed and sang:

All the people on the big planet,

Should always be friends...

Children should always laugh

And live in a peaceful world...

Children should laugh

Children should laugh

Children should laugh

And live in a peaceful world!

Drachma nodded her rainbow-colored head in agreement:

- Yes, children should laugh and live in a peaceful world! Now we"ll take it forward and give the young people a gift!

The blonde girl rolled her eyes and asked in disbelief:

- Can we? There is so much here, how can you raise so many delicious treats and such confectionery wealth?

The Nymph Countess replied:

- We can do this, without any doubt. I'm sure of it. In the meantime, we need to sing something to recharge our energy.

Elena nodded in agreement:

- Sing? Well, it"s our pleasure!

And both girls took it and sang with enthusiasm and energy:

Your hair is snow-white,

Golden satin skin!

My passion burns boundless,

The youthful ardor has not faded at all!


My girl, you are beautiful,

Barefoot on the sand!

You and I are so happy

I can't live without you!


And in response the beauty will tell me:

Boy, you're a decent groom!

Believe me, I like you very much too,

The spirit of love has not wilted!


But life is a treacherous thing,

Money rules the world, believe me!

And mamon is fat , that"s the main thing,

Man is a beast to man!


I said in response, without hiding my eyes;

I know that poverty is our evil companion!

We are with you barefoot ,

Like a James Smith story!


But love knows no limits

There are no obstacles or boundaries in it!

As the Holy Lord commanded us,

And icons of blessed light faces!


So let us get married,

Children will grow up in happiness!

And then our life will turn around,

On the widest path in the world!


The maid immediately became cold,

Ice appeared in my eyes!

The noble passion has subsided,

And there is bitterness in his features!


No, I won't remain a tramp

And I will acquire, you know, a palace!

And to you, hungry boy,

Only with a skinny cow a crown!


Well, I quarreled with my beloved,

I thought, get into a noose out of grief!

You have to lose so much conscience

If you get caught by the scum , I'll kill you!


But fortunately the war broke out,

Volunteer for the front right away!

Even though the road is pricked with needles,

I started typing up the mannam count!


So this is a battle, a battle,

Damn we are in battle and in love!

And the war is coming to an end,

The zeros on the account are growing wider!


But then there was a tragedy,

A stray, evil projectile flew by!

I didn"t want this, believe me,

But the dominoes fell in a row!


Here my soul floats in the sky,

The maiden is standing at the grave!

And the crystal eyes are crying,

She looks down, suffering!


-Finally, I realized, stupid

The evil of people grows on money!

Primitive life is free,

Well, now fear reigns!


There is no forgiveness for me in heaven,

Into the abyss of the world, I"m going to the monastery!

Sing chants every day,

Jesus Father is my guide!


So I took it and took off my shoes,

Walking barefoot through the snowdrifts!

And glorifying Christ in the ruin,

Sings songs about God loudly!

The girls sang it with great enthusiasm. It seems that even in the magical world, they know and recognize Jesus Christ as Lord and God and Savior.

This is really very cool and cool.

After which, apparently the beauties were sufficiently charged with energy. A magic wand also appeared in Elizabeth"s right hand. And both sorceress girls took and crossed their magic wands and their bare, chiseled legs with rings on their toes. And they roared:

- Abra , Mop, Kadabra !

And they, along with an innumerable amount of food, were caught by a whirlwind. And before the girls had time to come to their senses, they found themselves in some special place. There were low rocks all around. And countless crowds of children worked for them.

There were both boys and girls from seven to fourteen years old. They worked half naked and barefoot. They chopped stones, put crushed stone on stretchers, loaded trolleys, worked with shovels and crowbars. The children were half naked, their bare feet were knocked down, scratched, all covered in abrasions and bruises.

Children's bodies are thin, but wiry. They are shiny with sweat, dusty, exhausted.

Some boys have their heads shaved bald and have brands burned into their shoulders. This means they tried to escape. And chains also hang on their arms and legs, increasing the torment.

And some girls also have chains and also brands. True, at least they don"t cut their hair bald.

And around there are overseers with whips, and these are not people. Their bodies really seem to be like those of people, only thick and massive, but their heads are like those of predatory boars.

And they beat the children with wild rage and frenzy, so that the skin of the slave children bursts and blood flows.

Elizabeth roared:

- Those bastards ! We need to free the boys and girls!

Drachma nodded her head vigorously:

- I agree with this ! But we need help!

The blonde warrior asked in surprise:

- What other help?

The nymph countess replied:

- Moral and magical assistance.

The girl clicked her bare toes and grew in size, as if someone had enlarged a movie frame. After which, she shouted in a thunderous voice:

- Dear child slaves! If you want to become free, then sing! And sing about God the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Elizabeth confirmed, also clicking her bare toes:

- Song and wonderful voices, the path to salvation!

The child slaves, not paying attention to the cracking of whips and the menacing shouts of the humanoid boars of the overseers, took up and sang in their clear voices, like a nightingale"s trill:

We are the children of our unfortunate Fatherland,

The parents sinned, and the punishment is on us!

And so that the great Redeemer saves everyone from sorrows,

We must turn our hearts to God right now!


O dear Great Lord Jesus,

I love you, be glorified Savior!

In serving the Great, the boy is not a coward,

We believe that the tempter will perish in Sheol !


So the children went on Hajj,

The road is hard, but the spirit is sublime!

Let Christ the Winner be in your dreams,

And the one who creates evil is humiliated forever!


We keep fasts and walk for a long time,

And my bare feet are already bleeding!

But our planet is the Almighty's home,

And the gloomy nights seem bright!


Of course, the rich man will laugh back,

He will say: the kingdom of heaven is a chimera!

But Cherub sends greetings,

And the arrogant lordship will end in Gehenna!


But we forgive everyone in our prayer,

Each icon has a sacred name!

Let people become a little kinder in heart,

Let the villains become different in spirit!


Why do we go, suffering so much on the way,

Why do innocent children need this?

We want to enter the city of God, where He lived,

Where Christ ran through empty dogs!


And most importantly, seeing that faith is strong,

The dashing wicked fell to his knees!

The road to salvation is difficult and long,

But there is no crime more criminal than laziness!


Holy Jesus, did not want grief for us,

His thoughts are bright, full of peace!

After all, he is not like the ancient gods,

Motto, don"t make an idol out of a person!


But how come our world is cruel,

That hell rules the underworld!

What joy, bliss for just an hour,

That Abel died, and the evil Cain is on the throne?!


The Lord answers: it is the will of the people,

What a choice they have to make their neighbor worse!

That the main ruler, a cruel villain,

That the main idol is the unprincipled Judas!


But you are children of life, with a pure soul,

We walked hundreds of miles over rocks and thistles!

You want to rule with the great Christ,

So that the tempter does not lead the snake into the swamp!


Believe that the Savior's power will be upon you,

He poured out grace, healing the wounds of the little ones!

Let the heat of repentance in the soul not fade away,

May they be in the family of the Faithful God of the country!

After which, both girls took and again crossed their bare, tanned, muscular legs and magic wands together, and released a stream of magic energy and words.

And goodies began to fall from above. And numerous overseers from among the two-legged boars began to turn into cakes, or golden glasses with ice cream. And the chains on the hands and feet of the young slaves began to be scattered into multi-colored and delicious dragees. And it was very beautiful.

The slave children freed themselves from their shackles and joyfully threw their arms and bare feet up. After which they began to applaud. They clapped with great enthusiasm and energy.

And only after that, they took and pounced on the numerous confectionery miracles that descended on them from heaven. Of course, the child slaves were hungry, emaciated, exhausted from hard work in the quarries.

But at the same time, they were now laughing and showing their teeth. And they had a lot of fun. And the joy of the guys who got rid of the chains was in full swing...

They have probably never seen such tasty things in their lives, and in such quantities.

Both boys and girls held hands and jumped up and down. And in joy they sang with great feeling and expression:

There is no empire higher than Elfia,

Holy country, wonderful country!

We want to make the world a happier place,

You are endlessly given by the Lord!


Your birches are like pearls sparkling,

And the gold of autumn poplars!

We will become richer than everyone, believe it,

Let's see the glorious path of our children!


The time of great joy will come,

When will science resurrect the dead?

However, we must overcome the reefs,

After all, selfishness is a cruel parasite!


There is no unity, people are in discord ,

The war is on - we don"t know the end!

Bloody sweat covers the eyelids,

Crown of thorn bush!


Such is the fate of those living now ,

Suffer, shoot and kill loved ones!

The clouds lit up crimson,

The army has been cast out from the underworld!


But what is it - it is inevitable,

The law was discovered by Charles Darwin, the scoundrel !

That the living have only one hope,

To succeed, torment everything and grab it!


Such a grin of human egoism,

Not to society, but only to serve yourself!

From this arose the cult of Orkshism,

And now there is no honor, no soul!


But our Holy God Jesus is our guardian,

He said that you can overcome your sin!

So, the Lord the teacher commanded,

Let selflessness be your daughter!


But don"t forget,

Serve the elves, brother, with all your strength!

The sons of the fatherland are no longer hares,

And the falcon is not a lousy sparrow!


Under the banner of the Orthodox Fatherland,

We will lead a regiment of soldiers into the attack!

Let success be radiant, glorious,

Let's break a row of bared fangs!


Well, when the dust of the battle settles,

We will revive our native Elf from the ruins!

And this is the desire of the soldiers" hearts,

Let's all create a blissful world together!

The children's song was full of enthusiasm and love, and vigor, and the desire to fight, but also to build.

A beautiful girl appeared in a dress, as if woven from stars, and she was racing on a snow-white unicorn. And in her hands she held a magic wand covered with curls. And the girl chirped in her sweet voice:

- I am fairy Malvina! I will take care of you children, so that you are happy and no one puts a yoke around your neck!

Drachma nodded to Elizabeth:

- Well, it's time for us to go! We have completed our part of the mission here. Now it's time to finish off T 's fleet .

The blonde objected:

- Now, after the Japanese lost twenty destroyers in the attack and fourteen more ships in the battle with us, the Russian squadron is now stronger. So why not let Admiral Makarov prove himself? At the same time, test the miracle shells in battle , with their original caps?

The nymph girl smiled and nodded:

- Yes, Makarov should not be deprived of fame and the opportunity to stand on a par with Ushakov and Nakhimov. But our cruiser "Varyag" with a crew of barefoot girls must also take part in the battle.

Elizabeth nodded at this:

- With great pleasure!

And the girls rushed to their own in order to quickly fight the Japanese fleet.

Indeed, Admiral Makarov led the squadron to sea. He was appointed to command the strong Tsar Alexander III in advance. And, of course, a skilled naval commander taught the squadron how to maneuver. And true to himself, he rushed into battle not on the largest, but on the fastest ship, the cruiser Comet.

And the skillful Admiral Makarov assumed that T. would not avoid battle. Indeed, the honor of the samurai demanded that he accept the challenge of the Russians. And go out to meet the enemy.

Both squadrons approached in battle formation. And as expected, there would be an artillery duel between them. Togo was preparing for linear tactics in the style of Frederick the Second. But Admiral Makarov acted differently.

He attacked T 's flagship with his ships. And immediately all seven squadron battleships concentrated their murderous fire on the Mikasa .

At this moment, the cruiser Varyag also entered the battle. And it features an aggressive and beautiful team of barefoot girls in bikinis. And they run, fuss, dragging tools and sparkling, bare, round, with a graceful curve of the foot, heels.

Elizabeth and Drachma give commands to the girls. They are not at all against using their magical power against the Japanese fleet, but they should not deprive Admiral Makarov of glory.

However, the sorceress girls personally aim the eight-inch gun and fire a deadly projectile. He flies along a curved trajectory and hits the samurai cruiser with great accuracy. It penetrates armor and explodes, right in the ammunition depot. They detonate and an explosion occurs. Colossal destruction is being caused.

And the cruiser of the Land of the Rising Sun split in half and began to sink.

Mikaso also received heavy damage . And the largest ship of the Japanese fleet burst into flames and began to sink. And it was a killer sight.

Admiral Makarov even sang jokingly:

And so he drank while on duty,

And he hit the lieutenant ...

A tsunami rolled in feeling,

And in these waters he drowned!

Elizabeth and Drachma sent another killing shell, and it hit another, slightly larger, armored cruiser, which was slightly inferior to a squadron battleship. And again the side was broken, and it ended up in the warehouse where the shimosa was stored. And such a powerful explosion that even such a large ship splits apart. And again the Japanese sailors jump into the water and drown. And many are also dragged away by the whirlpool from the large, sinking mass of metal.

The sorceress girls stand with their bare, very mesmerizing feet, and point the gun again. And the Japanese battleship " Mikaso ", engulfed in flames, sinks and sinks to the bottom along with its admiral Togo . It is not in this story that the legendary naval commander will not become famous and great. But perhaps, precisely, Togo is the best admiral in the history of Japan. During the Second World War, the Land of the Rising Sun no longer had a naval commander of this level.

And this, of course, influenced the course of hostilities.

And the girls sank a squadron battleship with one shot. At that time, it was the largest type of ship in the classification. The battleships have not yet appeared.

Elena cooed:

- This is really the battle we need.

Drachma noted:

- But people die too.

The blonde terminator took it and sang:

People die for metal

For metal!

People die for metal

For metal!

Satan rules the roost there

It's all the rage there!

And seven Russian squadron battleships concentrated fire on another Japanese ship. So there was a total beating. And everything acted with great energy from flying shells and deadly guns.

Elizabeth and Drachma sank a couple more ships, after which, having lost their admiral and suffered significant losses, the Japanese decided that it was better for them to escape.

After which, organized resistance ended. And then everything turned into pursuit of the enemy.

The girls-sailors on the cruiser "Varyag" fired, fired shells with deadly force, and their naked, olive, smooth, clean skin, muscular legs flashed. And it was a spectacle - simply lovely.

Elizabeth noted:

- We have a glamorous crew. We go forward to board.

Drachma confirmed with a smile:

- Yes, both glamorous and, at the same time, combative !

The girls, in fact, with their bare, chiseled, seductive legs, high breasts, thin waists and luxurious hips are very good. And at the same time, they are barely covered by a bikini, very sexy and expressive. And their muscles are of such beauty, harmony and symmetry that they literally fascinate men.

And their pink, bare heels flash, and the sole is very gracefully curved, and it looks mesmerizing, and the stronger sex simply goes crazy .

And what an appetizing and pleasant smell the girls smell. He is like the food of the Gods, unique and maddening, inflaming the imagination!

And so the girls sink another Japanese squadron battleship.

He can't get away from Varyag.

Elizabeth noted, licking her lips:

The ships lie broken

The chests are open...

Emeralds and rubies flow like rain...

Drachma echoed enthusiastically:

If you want to be rich,

If you want to be happy,

Stay with us, girl

We are hitting the Japanese hard!

We beat the samurai hard!

And so. Indeed, all the large ships of T 's squadron have already been sunk. And now the enemy has no chance left. And the last vessels perish during the pursuit.

And the girls on the Varyag went completely mad. Apparently they really want men. They are temperamental women. And even very aggressive.

And at the same time, so beautiful and attractive.

And their muscles under their tanned skin roll like balls of mercury.

How can the Japanese resist such people? The girls thresh and exterminate them without any problems.

These are girls with very large and elegantly shaped butts that are barely covered by thin panties. Representatives of the stronger sex go crazy about this.

Drachma giggled, took it and released a pulsar from her magic wand.

The last Japanese cruiser almost instantly transformed into a huge, fragrant cake. And numerous sailors on deck were wearing confectionery decorations, even very bright ones and painted with cream, condensed milk, honey and other delicacies .

Elizabeth cooed:

- Super!

And clicking in with the bare toes of her graceful, tanned, very seductive feet, she turned the Japanese destroyer into something very appetizing, reminiscent of a huge cake, filled with chocolate cream and studded with strawberries.

The sorceress girls sang in chorus:

Behind them are Gascony ,

We will celebrate success...

Japan is a good country

But Elfia is the best!

And after simultaneous clicking of the toes of bare feet and shaking of magic wands, the last ships of the samurai fleet turned into gold, platinum and silver wine glasses with a mountain of multi-colored ice cream. And the sailors became exotic berries, or fruits cut into slices!

. CHAPTER No. 3

Another portion of modest food was brought to Elizabeth and Drachma. This time, bread, porridge and milk were delivered to them by a beautiful slave girl. She was almost naked, thin panties, and a ribbon on her elastic, seductive breasts barely covering her nipples. The girl had three braids, all three of different colors, and on her shoulder was burned adhesive in the shape of a lotus flower. The bare feet of the young slave walked silently, and she herself did not utter a word. Just to say goodbye, she unexpectedly knelt down and kissed Elizabeth on the bare sole of first her right and then her left foot.

The blonde girl asked in surprise:

- Why else is this?

The young and beautiful slave did not answer, and also silently, flashing her pink, cleanly washed heels, left.

Drachma noted:

- Apparently they take you for a noble person. They even started feeding us better. Well, maybe there's something fun ahead.

The porridge, indeed, was with butter, and it contained fatty meat, and the milk was warm and fresh.

After eating and drinking, Elizabeth felt heavy. Well, this usually happens after eating. Her sapphire eyes closed and she fell asleep.

And she dreamed of something like that...

Elizabeth sang in front of a team of people in military uniform with epaulettes, and, moreover, very young, the officers were from sixteen to twenty years old, and she performed the whole poem with great enthusiasm:

I wander through the universe tiredly,

There is so much cruelty and evil in him!

But I ask the Lord only one thing,

To protect the world of your loved ones!


The war, not knowing the difference , came to me,

She covered me with her merciless wing!

The sword is sharpened, without knowing the sheath,

Here the evil dragon stuck its snout in!


But the Prussian knight, a powerful hero,

He can"t break it, it"s absolute hell!

He said to the thieves, your conscience is not a steal,

Since honesty is ours, know that there is hope!


The thief got scared, he sees a terrible sword,

There is a harsh retribution for lawlessness!

We can burn with covetousness at once,

And a high reward for the Motherland!


Those who have not loved do not know these torments,

What will bring a different solution!

But our fire, believe me, did not go out,

There are enough of us if two of us are together!


The countdown, of course, the strict God is coming,

He is weak and timid and is not at all a defense!

This is the kind of score people were given,

That the army of the living has been smashed to smithereens!

But man is like a sprout,

When he believes, you know that he will not fade!

The shoot of progress, you know, has not dried up,

We see space in the sky!


What do we need in this world, we need success,

Such is the nature of humanity!

Cheerful, young laughter is heard,

And a new culture grows!


Conservatism is our cruel executioner,

The thought of people has been chained like a stone!

But if it"s hard, soldier don"t cry,

Believe me, we will be warriors on strike!


The long-awaited victory has come,

And who else would doubt it!

Thought is a man, a sharp needle,

Whoever is a hero is not a clown's play!


I believe the planet will find happiness,

We will become, I know, all sweet and beautiful!

And anger will pay us a fair bill,

They will be generously filled with cornfield spikelets!


We don"t know peace, that"s our lot,

How cruel evolution is!

There is limitless chaos in the universe,

creature in it is lonely!


We hope for the best

That there will be happiness and fear will disappear!

And all the sons will become like family,

And we will describe the new path in verse!

The young men in uniform and in uniform applauded:

- Great, like Pushkin or Lermontov. At the same time, the love for our country is visible.

Elizabeth modestly lowered her eyes:

- I am just a student of great poets. Overall, this is just part of my calling.

Her partner, the nymph with the seven-color hairstyle Drachma, agreed:

- Yes, you have a lot to learn. In the meantime, let's eat and drink.

They ate, slowly, and as is customary, they touched upon politics, discussing the prospects for the coming wars.

The young guard sitting on the right was a nobleman from a very intelligent family.

He noticed:

- How many people, mostly prisoners, perished in the CSA, creating the most destructive weapons in the entire history of mankind. People were irradiated, their skin peeled off, their hair fell out, and in return they received only beatings and ersatz bread.

The Stalinist regime is inhumane; instead of what was once the freest and most democratic power, it has become an evil empire.

Drachma nodded:

- In order to implement the ideas of communism in the most freedom-loving country in the Western Hemisphere, one cannot do without terror. Let us remember what Hitler's totalitarianism brought Germany to. A nation of great culture has turned into a pack of robbers.

The young man objected:

-Hitler, of course, is an anti-Semite, but under him there was no such terror as in the communist states of America. And the Jews were deprived of their rights, while in the KSA there were practically no freedom left. In particular, denunciations and torture flourish. Plans for the number of prisoners and execution lists are sent to cities. It happens that in one day a whole division's worth of people are shot. Criminal liability has been introduced from five years of age. Did something similar happen in Germany?

Countess-nymph Drachma remembered that in this universe Hitler had not yet managed to do as many bloody deeds as in their . After all, in essence, the Nazis carried out mass terror, including against Jews, after the attack on the Soviet Union. Here Germany was defeated too quickly, and the border battles were short-lived. Fascism failed to show its grin in all its glory. As for communism, something wild, almost unimaginable happened : Stalin became the head of the richest power in the world. Now the world has become different. And this had to be taken into account.

Elizabeth remarked:

- Perhaps this is punishment for the United States for the fact that they sought self-aggrandizement and did nothing for other people"s starving and impoverished peoples. The Bible, the Revelation of the Apostle John, speaks of a beast with two horns like a lamb coming out of the Earth. This is a false prophet who speaks like a dragon, subjugating the world to the beast. Most likely, we are talking about the USA. The former animals came out of the sea, symbolizing countries and peoples, or rather their accumulation, and the earth means a sparsely populated territory.

Drachma asked:

- Beast, is this communism?

- A distorted understanding of communism without Christian morality. Trying to build heaven without God is doomed to failure. Happiness without God is like love without a heart! - Elizabeth finished.

The young guard remarked:

- This is a very correct remark. Christ is an example of kindness. For the sake of people, he went through unbearable torment, accepting a second death on the cross.

Drachma asked:

- How about the second one?

- Experiencing separation from the Father. Division of the Trinity. He experienced all our sins, including the most vile and terrible. It was monstrous. - Said the young man.

- At this time, angels and representatives of the unfallen worlds, who did not follow Satan and remained faithful to God, looked at him. The victory anthem sounded among the crosses on which the creator of all things suffered.

- Not fallen worlds! Apparently you are not entirely Orthodox? - Drachma asked.

- The Russian Constitution guarantees freedom of conscience. My parents were Orthodox, but later I discovered a new Seventh Day Adventist Church. They taught me how to believe correctly based on the scriptures. In particular, even Orthodox priests will not deny that initially Christians observed only the Sabbath, and they did not have icons.

Elizabeth nodded:

- This is the heritage of Judaism. He is characterized by fear of making any image or painting. That is why there are practically no artists among Jews. But in the New Testament there is no ban on icons.

Drachma replied:

- How to say, the second commandment remains. Do not make yourself an idol.

Elizabeth noted:

- So icons are not idols, but only intermediaries between man and Christ.

Drachma noted:

- It is said in the scripture: - We have one God, One and one mediator between God and people: the man Jesus Christ.

Elizabeth objected:

- This doesn't mean anything. God is also one judge, but at the same time it is said: "The saints will judge the world." So not everything in the Bible needs to be taken literally.

The blonde girl squeaked:

- But the saints have a purely advisory voice. In addition, the word judge only means an investigative court.

Drachma interrupted the conversation:

- I don"t want to listen to theological scholasticism. Let's talk about something more mundane . And in general, when they talk, especially about sins, the appetite immediately disappears.

Elizabeth nodded:

- I also feel like a sinner. She killed so many people. Horror.

Drachma waved it off:

- I said that in the Bible the commandment "thou shalt not kill" means: "thou shalt not commit evil murder."

And killing in the name of the Motherland is good. Especially if your homeland is holy. Not a single country in the world dared to call itself sacred, except Russia. Isn"t this an indicator of God"s chosenness of our country?

Elizabeth ironically noted:

- And this is said by an atheist.

The Nymph Countess answered logically:

- I don"t believe in the Biblical God, and especially that Jews are God"s people, but there is no doubt that Russia has a special purpose. As for faith, this is my opinion. Once upon a time there was a civilization similar to ours. She started with stone axes and wooden bows. But years passed, millennia, and the first cars appeared. At first clumsy and cumbersome, then more and more rapid, cutting through space. And of course , the computer, an assistant to any nation in intelligence, in the most important thing for civilization, in thought processes. Of course

The creatures themselves also changed due to bioengineering. They became faster, smarter with good reactions, and not as slow as before. Everything was changing for the better. The creatures have developed powerful weapons capable of shooting down meteorites and asteroids. We learned to control the weather, prevent natural disasters, fly and teleport. And most importantly, they created a star empire. Which spread over an entire galaxy, then into many galaxies, covering the universe.

Elizabeth stated:

- It sounds beautiful. Did they have faith?

Drachma continued:

- Just like on Earth, there were many religions, but they gradually died out. They were gradually replaced by confidence in the power of the mind. Finally, scientists, using the power of millions of planets, discovered existence and learned how to create matter. This was a grandiose breakthrough in the universe. Now the mind began to create its own universes. Huge and very real. Thus, our universe was born. This is quite logical! - Said the Countess-nymph.

The young man looked at her, his eyes sparkling:

- It is so unusual! Well, I'm amazed. Creation of other universes.

- The latter is quite possible. - Said the nymph girl. - To do this, you just need to expand the structure of the atom. In particular, dimensions are a relative concept; for example, if a three-dimensional cube is made four-dimensional, then its volume will increase eight times. The same is true for an atom, with six dimensions it is five hundred and twenty-two times larger than three dimensions. With nine dimensions, this is already five hundred twenty-two times five hundred and twenty-two. And so on. With a number of dimensions that is a multiple of a million, one atom would be larger than a galaxy. Then it must be brought back into a three-dimensional state, and now we already have the matter for the galaxy. It is more difficult to structure it, but I think our descendants will figure it out.

In the novel "The Temptation of God" this problem was solved by a multi-hyperplasma computer. Its speed was impressive.

- What is a computer? - asked the young man.

- Electronic machine. The first full-fledged computer was created in the USSR. True, it appeared in the USA earlier, and a prototype was created in Nazi Germany. He even calculated how long it would take to end the physical existence of all Jews in Europe. This happened in our world, in yours , maybe the Nazis didn"t have time. In general, it is a vile pathology to hate God"s chosen people. - Finished for my friend Elizabeth.

The young man nodded:

- In modern Russia, Jews are also restricted. In particular, those who do not accept Orthodoxy. I must say that I was also warned: if you become an Adventist, you will be kicked out of the army. The people do not like such evangelical sects, and the elected authorities take this into account. Of course, this is bad, but everyone remembers how many Jews there were among the Bolsheviks, consider the majority of the party"s central committee. For this reason, Judaism is tolerated with difficulty. Sometimes, especially in Little Russian province, pogroms occur.

The girls exclaimed in unison:

- Pogroms!?

- Yes, and the police turn a blind eye!

Drachma bared her teeth:

- It was so in tsarist times, and it will be so now. Jews must assimilate. Although I am an atheist, I think that a single faith is not so bad. Only she should not be as pacifist as Christian.

The young officer confirmed:

- And this is already happening. In particular, the cathedral adopted a resolution that all sins of a soldier who fell on the battlefield are written off, and his soul, having avoided the ordeal, flies straight to heaven. In addition, each feat and state award writes off a certain number of sins. The higher the feat, the greater, certain concessions are given in case of injury, atonement for guilt with blood. The list of saints expanded: they included Suvorov, Brusilov, Ushakov, Makarov, Nakhimov, Kutuzov and others. Among the tsars were Alexander the Second, Peter the Great, Ivan the Terrible, Princes Dmitry Donskoy, Vasily the Third, Ivan the Third and many others. The main criterion for this is service to the Motherland. So I am sure that Zhukov, not a particularly religious person, will be canonized.

Elizabeth stated:

- And what! He deserved it! In general, the Christian faith requires not only a cross, but also a sword to defend what is good.

Drachma confirmed:

- Religion with a sword is not opium for the people, a surgeon"s scalpel that heals souls!

It is better to kill one villain than to mourn a hundred righteous people!

Elizabeth didn't quite agree:

- The most dangerous weapon is the Bible in the hands of the wicked! Excessive violence can change the very concept of good.

The hitherto silent guard remarked:

- It"s nice to talk about everything in the company of such charming girls. But talking about religion is too tiring. Maybe we can talk about something more civil. In particular, how did you like the film "Triumph of the Will"? Our valiant army defeated Germany. Actually, I read Mein Kapf .

-Can you read fascist literature? - Elizabeth was surprised. - After all, this is extremism.

The officer answered confidently:

- But why! After all, it is fashionable to read Napoleon"s memoirs, and Hitler is a personality almost equal to Bismarck. He restored the German economy destroyed by the depression, voluntarily annexed Austria and the Sudetenland, and achieved the patronage of Czechoslovakia. And note, unlike Napoleon, without war. And the Germans began to live better under him. Unemployment disappeared, every German could buy a car on credit, paying only five marks a month. Free tours of the Atlantic Ocean and Africa. That is, the Third Reich was rising, turning into a prosperous power. But he came at us and was brutally beaten. It seems that this could not have happened without Stalin"s provocations. In any case, it"s good that the Germans did not have time to create an atomic bomb, otherwise the disaster would have erupted much earlier.

- But Stalin, who became the leader of the USA, managed to do it! He unleashed an atomic fist on Russia. - Elizabeth answered. - And of course, he will pay for it! It will not be enough to kill him, but he should be transported through the streets of Moscow in an iron cage. And leave it in the menagerie, in the monkey nursery for the amusement of the crowd.

Drachma nodded:

- Just as I did not respect Stalin in my world, in this universe, he is simply a monster hostile to the country.

The young men, after sipping a little champagne and eating a swan leg, leaned towards the girls.

- Tell us about your world. Why is he so incomprehensible and mysterious?

Elizabeth nodded.

- It's a long story!

- We are nobles, and it is not customary for us to eat quickly.

The blonde girl confirmed:

- I'll tell you briefly then. The Bolsheviks won our civil war. This happened, perhaps because Kolchak did not issue a decree on the transfer of land to the peasants for eternal use in time. Peasant uprisings began in his rear . Here the admiral also made a mistake; instead of reaching an amicable agreement, he withdrew his troops to suppress the rebellion, especially exposing the southern flank. This is where the Reds struck. After which, the initiative was lost. After this, the war continued for several more years with varying success, but in general, the Reds had the advantage. Having lost Poland, Finland and the western regions of Ukraine and Belarus, the Bolsheviks retained power.

- Horrible! The Antichrist has conquered almost a sixth of the planet. - Said the tall young guard.

- Yes, it happened! True, Lenin was no fool , he introduced the NEP, and managed to partially restore the economy.

- Lenin was never a fool . Demagogue of the highest order. - The young man interrupted. - I read his works, it"s quite logical. By the way, in style and argumentation there is a certain similarity with Hitler.

- Well , yes, only one destroyed Germany, and the other created a viable state. - Elizabeth stated. - Only without God. Lenin did not live long in our universe. He was given a special drug that provokes a stroke, so his death was similar to natural. Among the suspects , primarily Stalin and his entourage.

The officer confirmed:

- Insidious guy. He apparently stayed with you.

The blonde confirmed:

- Yes! Although, I must say, this is a person of outstanding mind. You could even say genius.

- Genius and villainy are incompatible things! - The young man noticed.

Elizabeth nodded her bright head:

- Pushkin thought so, but most of the great rulers were cruel. The same Zhukov did not stand on ceremony with the enemy.

The officer did not entirely agree:

- But he respected human rights. When Goering was captured, he invited this ace, and they drank a glass of vodka together. Zhukov paid tribute to him as a warrior and soldier. In general, Hermann Goering was against the war with Russia. Now he lives in the city of Sochi and teaches at a flight school. It should be noted that it was in Germany that the world's first jet fighters appeared. Tell me more, Elizabeth.

The blonde continued:

- After Lenin"s death, there was no single leader for several years. There was a struggle between Trotsky, Zinoviev, Kamenev, Bukharin, Rykov and Stalin. The latter , taking advantage of the differences between his opponents, broke it up in parts. Having come to power, he began industrialization and collectivization. He shed a lot of blood, killed an incredible number of souls, but managed to create collective farms and a powerful military industry.

- We also have a powerful military industry and no blood flow. - The young man noticed.

- Not everything was smooth here. In particular, many plans for industrialization were thwarted. - Elizabeth noticed. - But in general, in 1941, the USSR was ready for war, but the Third Reich was not. Hitler was slow in transferring the economy to a war footing.

The officer agreed:

- Yes, and in this war that we have, Germany was not ready for war. In particular, the Germans only stocked ammunition for a month and a half, and bombs for ten days.

Elizabeth continued the story:

"But due to miscalculations by the leadership and the surprise of the attack, the Germans were able to penetrate deeper into our territory. They even managed to break through to Moscow, to its very outskirts, burn out the suburb of Krasnaya Polyana, and the paratroopers even photographed the Kremlin.

The young man answered incredulously:

- Towards Moscow itself? Hard to believe. Although the Bolsheviks, of course, did a fair amount of damage to the army.

The blonde agreed:

- And you are insightful. Indeed, Stalin mowed down almost the entire command staff, shooting fifteen out of sixteen district commanders.

The young officer roared:

- Wow! What an idiot! Georgian fool ! However, things are no better in KSA. All the previous composition has been ground. And in general, the Yankees are mediocre soldiers.

- I wouldn't say that! They have many shortcomings, but they learn quickly. In particular, fighting with the mighty Japanese army, they were able to quickly turn the situation around. In general, among them there were quite a few heroes, cunning saboteurs. America was formed from all the nations of the world. Here there was a crossing of many genes, including Russian ones. So it's a viable space.

- Elizabeth noticed.

Another young man gurgled:

- Well I do not know! And in your world, what wars did they win?

The blonde girl began to talk:

- For example, against Iraq in 1991. - In a month and a half, an army of more than a million with five and a half thousand tanks was defeated. The Americans themselves , taking into account accidents, lost only two hundred people killed.

The boy lieutenant whistled:

- Wow! Even Zhukov never dreamed of such success. In your world, how did this happen?

Elizabeth issued:

- Active use of aviation and unmanned missiles.

The young man noted:

- Americans prefer the doctrine of Marshal Dua !

The blonde girl nodded:

- Yes! They love to bomb and intimidate.

The boy officer laughed:

- Just like in this world! Total terrorism.

Drachma noted:

- Having defeated the USA, Russia will become the only superpower in the world. In this case, humanity will be united. Which is definitely a good thing. We can finally begin space expansion.

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes:

- Aren"t you afraid of the Lord"s punishment?

The young warrior shuddered:

- What do you mean?

The blonde girl hissed:

- When all nations and peoples worship the beast, God's judgments will begin. This is written about in the Revelation of Saint John .

Drachma replied:

- Everything that John wrote can be explained quite scientifically.

- How is that? - Elizabeth didn"t understand.

The Nymph Countess explained:

- For example, a meteorite fall, wormwood stars. Which will make the water bitter. Meteorites and asteroids have always fallen to Earth. And since the end date is not specified, sooner or later the fall must occur. Unless, of course, people create a weapon that will incinerate the asteroid. In particular, the annihilation bomb.

We have developed ways to make antimatter. Have you heard of this one?

The young man nodded:

- I read Belyaev. This is the leader of Russian science fiction. Yes, antimatter should produce a thousand times more energy than a hydrogen bomb for the same weight. Moreover, antimatter must have negative gravity. So the missile systems will not be overloaded. In principle , such a weapon would be a good response to the KSA.

- It cannot be used on Earth. Too destructive , but just right in space. Moreover, it will be clean, unlike a hydrogen bomb, and we will blow up the asteroid without any problems. It will crumble into photons without even leaving dust. - Said Drachma. - In general, John"s prophecies will not come true if humanity develops science. In particular, any of the executions is possible in principle, but the defense can be reproduced. In particular, new technologies will save us from solar heat and global warming. It is possible to deepen the world's oceans so that the land is not flooded.

The lieutenant asked in surprise:

- How to deepen? An excavator?

The Nymph Countess objected:

- No, a series of controlled, pure annihilation and subatomic explosions. Do it slowly, gradually, so that a disaster does not occur. If the ocean trenches drop slowly, say an inch a day, it won't cause a tsunami or a colossal wreck. On the contrary, the planet will become warmer and more favorable for living. Air circulation will also change. Cold currents will, as people wish, move from the poles to the equator, and warm currents from the equator to the poles. The climate on the entire planet will become like that of the Canary Islands, and the land area will even increase. The planet will become a paradise, as predicted in the Bible, only by the power of science. And in the future, perhaps we will pull the Earth towards the Sun, and on the contrary, we will push Venus away.

Elizabeth shook her snow-white head, lightly sprinkled with gold leaf:

- These are fairy tales!

Clever Drachma objected with a smile:

- But why! Take someone who lived two hundred years ago and bring him into our world. He would simply be overwhelmed by the abundance of miracles. The same plane, car, submarine, radio telescope, television. And especially robots, computers, the Internet, holograms. All this is a miracle, surpassing fairy tales. The Bible could not have foreseen such developments; does it talk about computers, or the Internet?

Elizabeth objected:

- There is something similar when Satan showed Christ in the blink of an eye all countries, kingdoms and their glory! It was cooler than the Internet.

The nymph countess laughed:

- How can you show it in the blink of an eye?

The blonde chirped:

- This is a miracle! Something that people are trying to replicate.

The drachma took it and answered with a chuckle:

- Don"t you think this is not a serious conversation? The Internet is a reality, and we see it, and what is written in the Bible has the authenticity of the tales of Scheherizade .

Elizabeth noted passionately, stamping her foot in an elegant boot:

"People wouldn"t die for fairy tales." People went to their death for what you call fairy tales. They were crucified, killed, and they believed. If the apostles did not have living evidence of the resurrection of Christ, then no one would go to death for the sake of the chimera. Fraudsters and martyrs come in all varieties.

The young man confirmed:

- He speaks convincingly.

Drachma did not agree.

- And in Islam they also go to death, although they do not have the testimony of Christ. Yes, even communist and fanatics died, suffered torture, and ended up with generous promises. So this is not an indicator yet. The nature of fanaticism is complex, but even I, a convinced atheist, will go to any torture for the sake of the fatherland. Why, I don"t know myself.

- Without even believing in heaven? - asked the young man.

The nymph girl pouted and replied:

-You can believe in atheistic immortality, gifted by hyperscience of the distant future.

Elizabeth shook her head:

- Pure fantasy!

Drachma exclaimed:

- The same thing was said about the airplane, about flying to the moon, about cloning, until it became a reality. Even you and I are fantasy, girls born in a test tube and endowed with superpowers .

The blonde girl muttered:

- But this still doesn"t mean anything!

The nymph girl said:

- I guess, yes! Except that the possibilities for progress are endless.

Elizabeth tweeted in response:

- But, for example, many diseases are still not treated. The same AIDS, or the Ebolla virus , Anthrax, bird flu.

Drachma, baring her teeth, answered:

- You mean the pestilence that wiped out a quarter of humanity. But before, there were also pandemics, plague, smallpox, killing hundreds of millions of people, but they were defeated. These terrifying viruses will also be consigned to oblivion. It's just a matter of time , and not a particularly long one. By the way, AIDS, Ebolla and some other nasty things do not develop in our body . - Said the Countess-nymph. - Not to mention that the most deadly disease, old age, may not touch our bodies.

Elizabeth chewed a piece of meat. She blinked her eyes. I gathered my thoughts into a fist.

- Even progress can develop only because it pleases God. As for space flight, you yourself know the prediction.

Drachma grinned.

- This is most likely an ancient metaphor. If nest is a figurative expression, then between the stars, why should it be taken literally.

Elizabeth nodded:

- In general, it sounds logical.

By this time the guys had already finished most of the swan and started on dessert.

- Do you know what I will tell you? - The young man answered. - Your thoughts are quite reasonable and original. But the question is, how do we win the current war?

Drachma smiled widely, her large pearly teeth sparkling:

- At the moment, our troops have received a strategic initiative. Three hundred thousand killed and no less number of wounded and mutilated significantly changes the balance of power. Not to mention the loss of a significant amount of fuel by the enemy. Which in itself is a serious slap in the face. It should also be noted that too many people are dissatisfied with the communists. So when moving around France, we will be supported by the local population. So victory is inevitable.

- Then let's drink to that! - The young man suggested.

The six of them clinked glasses. Overall, everything looked quite idyllic. Drachma expressed her opinion.

- I have some ideas on how to increase the combat potential of our troops and speed up the healing of wounds.

Elizabeth asked:

- What kind of bright thoughts?

The Nymph Countess replied:

- Total impact. On the one hand, you inject needles into certain points of the body, stimulating nerve endings and muscle fibers.

The blonde replied:

- This is a long-known technique. Acupuncture has been practiced for thousands of years.

Drachma issued:

- Right! But at the same time, it is not always quite effective.

Elizabeth squeaked:

- You need to know the points! There are about one and a half thousand of them.

The Nymph Countess added:

- Not only. It is useful to add a small amount of useful minerals and herbs to the needle, as well as light exposure to electrical discharges . The current is low voltage, and there will be a terrible effect.

The blonde girl noted:

- It will be necessary to test such a technique.

- Yes, in the FSB, it seems they didn"t teach us anything like that.

- We taught, but all separately. No complex impact.

- This is a significant disadvantage.

The girls looked at each other. The young man asked:

- How will this work?

The warriors answered in unison:

- Very effective! You just need to describe the methodology in detail. The combat effectiveness of the Russian army will increase many times over.

One of the young men squeaked:

- Wow!

Drachma added:

- And not only, physical strength, reaction, grip will increase.

The young officer said:

- This will impress the enemies.

The Nymph Countess squeaked:

- And us too! First of all, surprise yourself. In general, we still have time, let's guys finish eating and test the new amplification system on yourselves.

- In addition, I will teach you meditation, this will strengthen your shooting abilities. - Elizabeth stated.

The girls devoured the dessert almost instantly. Drachma urged the slow guys on.

- Well, why are you fiddling with the donut for so long?

The young men gurgled :

- Yes, problems arose.

The Nymph Countess roared:

- It happens, but we will quickly resolve them.

The young men burst out laughing, the tallest of them said:

- Still, we are nobles. Must adhere to food consumption culture.

Elizabeth objected:

- What if it"s already a fight? And every second counts. You seem to be pretty timid.

Drachma added:

- Those who eat long live short!

- Well, that's another way to say it! - The young man objected. - Food must be chewed thoroughly.

- Not to the detriment of the Motherland. - Elizabeth stated. - Moreover , our stomach can even digest tree bark.

- Yes, with you, it"s just scary! - The guys said half-jokingly.

When the food was finished, the girls suggested taking a shower together.

- Before exercise, bodies must be clean and breathable.

Naturally, they readily agreed. Only the believing guy was embarrassed:

- After all, we will be naked!

Drachma confidently stated:

- So what! Nudity is natural and therefore not criminal.

The young man noted:

- And you are naked too.

Drachma stated confidently:

- Didn"t men and women wash together in baths in ancient Rus'? There is nothing reprehensible in this .

The young men squeaked:

- Just don"t seduce us.

- We are engaged in pure science. Not for the sake of debauchery, but for the sake of honor and the Motherland. - Elizabeth said.

The shower inside the general's hotel looked impressive, gilded with semi-precious stones. But the most important treasure was the girls themselves, so special and airy. Their appearance seduced and enchanted, inflamed and shuddered at the same time. However, the young ones behaved with restraint, although Drachma herself rubbed the guys" backs and asked them to do it to her. Elizabeth also allowed the guy to scrub her marvelous but hard legs with a washcloth. He happily agreed.

After washing and drying off, the guys headed to the gym. They were only wearing panties. The girls sat them down in a chair, took out needles, and began to cook, rubbing them with oils and alcohol.

- Let's first show your maximum results! - Elizabeth suggested.

The young men squeaked:

- For what!

- We want to know how effective our method is. - Drachma said. - It is very important. In addition, there is a shooting range nearby, so it"s a good idea to try yourself there. Do you agree?

The young man nodded:

- We shoot very well!

- Well, it depends on what standards. - Elizabeth noticed. - Our goal is to make real aces out of you .

The young men chirped:

- But not like Goering.

- Certainly! He is too fat, and you are so slim. - The girl licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue.

- Should we get dressed? - asked the Adventist.

- No! Not worth it. We must see the movement of each of your muscles, how the smallest vein beats. - Elizabeth said. - This is science and physical training , not debauchery.

- For the sake of science, we are ready to endure! - The guys agreed.

Drachma eagerly kissed the cutest of them on the lips. He blushed and was embarrassed:

-Well, why do that!

The warrior-nymph confidently answered:

- Nothing, I"m senior in rank! So the responsibility will fall on me.

The guys began to warm up. They did squats, bench presses, deadlifts, abs, biceps, traps and more. In general, the guys showed CMS results, which is not at all bad, especially considering that they are not aware of doping. Oddly enough, the smallest of them, who sympathizes with the Seventh-day Adventists, took first place, coming very close to the master of sports.

- You"re not bad! - Drachma said.

The young officer replied:

-This is because I constantly train and don"t eat meat. Only fish, vegetables, fruits. In general, Seventh-day Adventists are a church that prohibits the consumption of pork and other foods prohibited by the Bible.

- What about Peter"s vision? - Elizabeth asked.

The lieutenant replied:

- So, after all, we are talking about pagans. For an Orthodox Jew, preaching to pagans is like eating non-kosher food. Disgusting and disgusting, isn't it?

Something similar happened with Ezekiel when the Lord offered him to eat cakes made from dung. Or with John, when he swallowed a bitter book, but this was not an order to eat books. That is , a metaphorical form of influence.

- Interesting performance? - Elizabeth noticed.

The young man continued:

- In addition, in the Revelation of John it is said that Babylon became a haven for various unclean and vile birds, for unclean and vile animals.

The blonde terminator asked:

- Sounds logical! Are there any other arguments?

The religious warrior replied:

- In Issaiah , in the last chapter it is said in the context of the second coming of Christ that those who eat pigs, mice and other abominations will perish. So this is quite a serious warning.

Drachma noted:

- Paul said in his letter to the Romans that for everyone what he considers unclean is unclean.

The young man replied:

- This is in the context of sacrifice to idols . And in general, the Bible cannot contradict itself.

Elizabeth tweeted:

- How to say! After all, after the death of Christ, all sacrifices became an abomination, and the Apostle Paul offered a sacrifice.

The lieutenant replied:

- It was just a symbol.

Drachma interrupted them:

- Do not be distructed. Now shooting!

The guys shot not bad either, although they didn"t make much of an impression. And when the targets moved, it turned out much worse.

- In battle, when the enemy is running, you may have serious problems. - Elizabeth said.

-And you yourself show how it"s necessary! - Said the tallest of the guards.

Elizabeth grinned. Having chosen the farthest target, she turned on the maximum speed. Then she opened fire in a forced mode.

She ran her bare sole over the marble tiles, chirping:

- Now look.

When the target approached them, the bullets knocked out Buratino's face.

- Well, how?

The young men squealed:

- Wow, you didn"t even aim, and your friend?

- I can do even better! - Drachma turned on the target and unloaded the clip. The lead gifts just clicked. Finally, a board appeared with the inscription:

- The bullet is a fool , the bayonet is great!

The nymph countess squeaked:

- Well, how?

The young men exclaimed:

- Class! A model of strength and technique.

Another guard asked:

- Why don"t you shoot straight at the top ten?

The girls answered in unison:

- Can! But it's quite boring and routine.

- It"s clear, sometimes we get tired of the monotonous service. - Said the young man.

- Can I show you our strength abilities? - Elizabeth asked.

The young warriors exclaimed:

- No need! We believe you. We know that the results will be amazing.

Elizabeth lightly flicked the young man on the nose:

- OK then! All the better. Now let's get started with your processing.

The girl began to massage her face to turn off the sensation of pain. Then, when the young man froze, she carefully stuck the needle into his right nostril.

- This is the impact on the point D yu ! - She said.

The girl worked very carefully, at first deciding to limit herself to twenty points, from forehead to foot. The young men felt almost no pain. Elizabeth worked nearby. She pricked a little differently than Drachma. A kind of experiment was carried out. At the same time, the girls smeared the needles with various minerals. At the same time, they affectionately stroked the guys. It was clear that the guys were extremely excited about sex. A short injection into the scrotum relieved the frantic tension.

- Here you go! - Drachma said. - Now the impact of current, I will try to select the most acceptable voltage.

The young men, apparently, had a good time. They even smiled. The girls spared them, using far from the strongest tension.

You could see the sculpted muscles twitching; the effects became deeper, and the skin became fat-free. Overall, it looked great, the boys literally blossomed.

Elizabeth stroked the young man"s chest and said:

- I am increasing the impact. You will feel like you are on a white horse.

Drachma also stroked the muscular, cleanly washed bodies. She could hardly restrain herself so as not to give vent to her frantic passion.

Here Elizabeth interrupted her:

- The session is taking too long, and our time is precious.

The girls finished the treatment and pulled out the needles with sharp movements.

Drachma clapped her hands:

- Now let"s start measuring the indicators.

The young men jumped up, they looked quite cheerful:

- We are ready!

- Then let's begin. At the beginning, strength exercises.

The guys started doing squats with barbells. Indeed, the results increased by thirty kilograms, in the bench press by twenty-five, and in the deadlift by as much as fifty.

- This is how you hold your brand quite confidently. - Elizabeth said.

After checking the stretch, the girls sat on their shoulders, bouncing a little. Changes for the better were also noticeable. Plasticity has increased.

Drachma noted:

- This is great, guys.

Elizabeth suggested:

-Maybe test them in shooting?

The Nymph Countess blurted out:

-It should!

The girls did just that, taking turns to lead us. At first, the results unexpectedly turned out to be even worse; the guys were too worried. After all, in fact, the experiment is risky, how else can it end. But then we got used to it, got a taste for it, and began to move and shoot much faster. The percentage of hits increased sharply, and the progress was especially noticeable with respect to moving targets.

Elizabeth stated:

- Lovely! Looks like we're on the right track.

Drachma added:

- Otherwise, we would have to choose a different combination. In general, current with needles and minerals greatly enhance the effect. You can even use it in treating diseases. What do you think, Elizabeth?

The blonde warrior, stamping her bare feet, chirped:

- Not the worst idea!

Drachma, flexing her abdominal muscles, barked :

- We"ll try this on ourselves.

The girls jokingly poked needles into each other's clean foreheads.

. CHAPTER No. 4

After which they grinned cheerfully.

- Perfectly relieves fatigue! - Drachma noticed. - Although we have nothing to shoot.

Elizabeth confirmed:

"Looks like these boys got results." Let"s quickly write down the methodology and distribute it to the troops.

The Nymph Countess answered confidently:

- We will do this, only with fewer points in the head, especially near the eyes and brain. So you can injure soldiers too.

The blonde warrior nodded:

- Definitely yes! There is such a risk.

- Especially if it is not the gentle female hands that do it. - I noticed after a couple of seconds, seeing that the nymph was silent, Elizabeth.

Drachma chirped:

- And now it"s time for us to share our knowledge at the center.

The guys seemed to be disappointed; deep down they wanted physical love. But Drachma understood that in this still fairly conservative country, the reputation of a whore would be a great obstacle to advancement to the top. Because of this, sex remained only in her dreams. Well, in this dream Elizabeth, as a true believer ( in reality, she is more an agnostic than a Christian, although she loves to sing songs about Jesus Christ!) is used to limiting herself.

The girls abandoned the car and decided to go for a run. They were racing very fast, not much faster than the racing car. And having put on the artifacts taken from the miracle zone, they rushed much faster than before.

- Zone, zone is the goal of the season, stage follows stage! - Elizabeth said.

It was almost impossible to follow the flash of their bare, tanned legs. The girls took off their shoes to save them on the difficult path. Moreover, running so fast wears it out.

Green trees breathing the freshness of early summer, the fragrant air of this hostile, and at the same time, friendly world. A flying plane is visible above. This is an attack aircraft with swept wings and aircraft cannons. In addition, a column of smoke is visible; somewhere a forest is burning. The girls breathe easily, but then they notice suspicious movement on the road ahead. Increase speed.

- Looks like there's a sabotage group in ambush there . - Drachma says.

- I see and hear it. It seems that the enemy has caught wind of something if, regardless of costs, he throws saboteurs into this area. - Elizabeth noticed.

The nymph countess squeaked:

- This is undoubtedly.

The commander of the sabotage detachment , Lieutenant Colonel Harry Griffind , a big brown guy, was in great need. Moreover, he clearly chose the wrong place for this, next to an anthill. The evil insects were not particularly impressed by the fact that the American was awarded the Orders of Lenin and Stalin, and pierced the officer in a sensitive place. He yelled obscenities, showing no restraint. His subordinate, Captain George Cruz, began to trample the ants.

Both of them swore dirtyly. Only Lieutenant List, judging by his face, was a half-breed, and noted:

- This is how we can break the ambush!

Roar in response:

- But there"s no one yet!

And then comes the hissing:

- The General is furious, they say that the Great Leader himself ordered twenty-five members of the high command to be shot for sabotage.

Squealing with fear:

- He truly has a grip of steel. Yes, and it suits them!

Gurgling in response:

- And our task is to find out and reconnoiter.

The African American swore again, pulled on his pants, and fastened his sword belt.

- I better find out. Now, listen to my command. As soon as the enemy appears, shoot from grenade launchers.

- We obey, comrade!

And again the boar rivers:

- Look at me! I'll shoot the eggs!

And obsequious:

- Yes sir! Leader, comrade!

The girls ran through the forest, trying to get behind the group lying in ambush. In principle, with their weapons and "armor" artifacts, it was possible to attack head-on, but this is counterproductive. So it"s too risky, in case the stones lost their miraculous powers.

Drachma spoke about this:

- Another universe is not predictable.

Elizabeth confirmed:

- Here we are both similar. So we will act according to all the rules of the art of war.

For a strong fighter, the forest is an ally. And although there were about a hundred paratroopers, it was clear that this unit was not well prepared. Many were smoking, others were sipping whiskey from flasks. In the CSA army, denunciation flourished . Here everything reached the point of absurdity. If the commander offended a soldier, then he wrote a denunciation, an almost irresistible argument. Many military personnel were themselves seksots , and they were feared like fire. Well, what kind of discipline can there be? You push the soldiers a little, and they scold you as if you were a spy or a saboteur. Oddly enough, the flywheel of repression and spy mania did not at all turn the army into an insurmountable phalanx, but only reduced the level of training.

Elizabeth asked Drachma:

- Maybe we can fry them from simple "Obolensky" ones?

She answered:

- Quite logical! This will increase the level of our training.

The girls went into range, took aim, squinting their eyes. Now it is important to distribute the queue so that forty-eight rounds in each clip take as many soldiers as possible. The level of dispersion also plays a role here. Now the sight time in the clip is exactly six seconds. The girls froze and concentrated, aimed their weapons, trying to enter the "cascade" combat state. They came up with this themselves, when time slows down and your personal speed increases, and you can remove as many soldiers as possible. Each bullet will be perceived separately, like a fragment.

- We shoot at the rise of the finger. - Drachma warned. The girls hesitated for a couple of seconds and opened fire.

Now the enemy has received "snoring". Dozens of soldiers were cut down, both those who stood and those who clumsily lay in ambush. Many, however, were sitting, which made the task easier.

Hearing the shots, the enemy reacted late. Some flinched, others returned fire. In any case, having discharged the clip, the girls mowed down more than half of the enemy.

Drachma commanded:

- And now F-1 grenades.

The enemy tried to throw his own . But here he didn"t succeed very well. The girl shot grenades on the fly. They hit with both hands. As a result, fragments hit those throwing them .

- Help us, help! - The seven-colored Drachma mockingly shouted in English.

Elizabeth, working with both her hands and the bare toes of her seductive feet, noted:

- Shoot down a grenade on the fly, an excellent tactic.

Soon only a few, and only wounded, soldiers remained alive. The girls ran up to them. Among them unexpectedly was Lieutenant Colonel Harry Griffind . He stank, oddly enough, his body found reserves to shit itself greatly.

- I surrender! - He muttered. - Stalin is kaput!

- A familiar song. - Elizabeth said.

- Don"t carry the stink on yourself! - The drachma shot at his legs, breaking his knuckles. - Now you won't go anywhere.

Harry muttered:

- Russian whores ! - And passed out .

- That's it, we're done with this guy for now. We will call the squad and they will be tied up. And we"ll connect the rest ourselves. - Elizabeth said.

The girls did the job professionally and quickly. They tied him up and brought the lieutenant colonel to his senses. Out of fear, he told them what he knew. It turns out that three more landing groups have landed, and at the headquarters there is a spy with the rank of no lower than major general.

The girls recorded his testimony on a tape recorder and left him, one of the groups was on the way, and they took an ambush near the town, and the special forces would deal with the rest. Again one could see their naked girlish heels flashing faster and faster .

Thunder struck the sky and raindrops fell. Drachma slowed down the tempo a little and listened:

- It smells like autumn, although summer is just beginning.

Elizabeth nodded:

- Yes! The streams of rain are so warm, it"s nice to splash through a puddle with your bare feet.

The nymph girl chirped:

" Your and my legs can drive all the men in the world crazy." You saw how she looked at us.

The blonde warrior, slapping her bare, pink heel in the puddle, cooed:

- To be honest, handsome young men, I could hardly suppress the desire.

"As an atheist, it was much more difficult for me to do something like this." - Said Drachma ( for some reason in a dream she became an atheist, although in reality she was a relative of the pagan gods!). - However, I like intellectual men most of all. In particular, those who respect the classics. Yes, Elizabeth, if you want to be successful, you need to write not only patriotic poems. And then from one word Russia begins to ring in my ears.

The blonde warrior objected:

- Well, don"t think that I"m such a narrow specialist. Here, for example, are poems about autumn.

Drachma chirped:

- I want to hear how they sound.

Elizabeth sang with her wonderful, very strong voice, which could give odds to any opera singer, even among the great ones .

Dressed to the envy of all kings,

Crimson, gold, leaves in rubies!

Like evening butterflies soar,

And the voice of the winds, the organs of cherubs!


The most luxurious peace is spacious in autumn,

Trees, domes of sacred churches!

Any twig with chiseled carvings,

Dewdrop pearls and priceless stones!


The puddle was covered with thin silver,

Sparks sparkle from under the horse's hooves!

You treat each other kindly,

May you live happily under a clear sky!


In the bright sun, with my dress loose,

Birches and poplars dance the waltz of love!

We are sad about the days that have sunk into the abyss,

Keep the memories of meetings with me!


Winter will come, youth in it is eternal,

Not gray hair - diamonds in hair!

We will gather all our friends for the holiday,

And let's express the dream in dashing verses!

Drachma, as always, expressed dissatisfaction:

- Somehow too old-fashioned. Expressions such as voice, gold and your favorite cherubs. You're too religiously preoccupied.

Elizabeth crushed a biting mosquito with her bare toes and cooed:

- We live in a theocratic Orthodox country, where titles and many ancient phrases have been preserved. Look how the kids like it.

Standing along the highway, curiously watching the columns, boys of various types, from barefoot to rather culturally dressed, applauded. Someone shouted:

- Beethoven in a skirt.

One boy added:

- And with bare heels!

While singing, the girls slowed down the tempo, and it was quite possible to see them. The first thing that stood out was the hair fluttering like a battle flag. Golden Elizabeth and like the seven-colored flame of the Drachma.

- They are running to set fire to Bremen! - One of the fair-haired boys shouted.

Drachma jumped up to him in the blink of an eye, the boy had just turned away to fight.

She yelled threateningly:

- What is your name, wit?

The boy cooed:

- Friedrich, or just in a friendly way, Rich .

The seven-colored girl chirped:

- Would you like some American chocolate?

The tomboy shook his head:

- Not really, they say it"s just ersatz.

The Nymph Countess laughed:

- No, natural , Latin America is still under the control of the CSA. So they are quite capable, especially for landing, of producing a valuable product.

- Then give it! - The boy answered.

Drachma thrust a chocolate bar wrapped in a ten-ruble note. The boy smiled:

- This is money for everyone. - He said. Flashing his bare tanned legs, he ran to his own.

The child"s T-shirt was still new, looked healthy and well-groomed, the war was just beginning, and the children did not have time to feel its hardships. And boys love to run barefoot, especially in this heat. However, probably on the territory of Russia, and Germany is one of the provinces of the superpower, military cards should already be introduced. Usually, children take this the hardest, because at their age they want to eat all the time. However, unlike the USSR, with a collective-farm system, where there was not enough food even in prosperous Brezhnev times, modern Russia is overflowing with food. A strong owner and farmer feeds the country better than under duress and through hard work. Elizabeth thought that the fact that the country was predominantly religious had a beneficial effect on the climate. It must be said that in modern Russia, the majority of Orthodox Christians are little different from atheists: they drink, swear, smoke, cheat, have abortions, and are in prison. And to attend church regularly , at least once a week, is fantastic for many. Here, if an official misses Sunday service without a good reason, he should not remain in office for too long. The law of God is compulsory in schools. Including Muslims.

This is a strong move, religious assimilation, when people begin to understand what is best for them. Elizabeth, at one time, read the literature of Protestants who exalt the Bible. But with her heart she loved the Orthodox tradition more, without really thinking about whether it contradicted the Bible or not. The Holy Scriptures were almost entirely written by Jews, and most of the tradition is Slavic-Greek. It would be better to write our own Russian Bible, making Christ a symbol of the strength, power and chosenness of the Slavs. Otherwise, when you read the Old Testament, you just get chills: Jews are the people of God! The Slavs are the people of God, and glory to the Almighty, even though in this universe they have united into a single state. And in their world, relations between Russia and fraternal Ukraine are worse than with the United States.

Now they have picked up crazy speed again, but that doesn"t stop me from thinking. If you are destined to return to your world, how to return Ukraine? Here you need to act wisely, without rudeness. The main thing is to rely on young, honest politicians, and not on criminals. In general, it is extremely important to form a new elite in Russia. Not scum oligarchs , or party bosses like the CPSU, but a real force capable of advancing the country. The new elite must serve not itself, but the great empire and its mighty people. The same applies to this country, how to avoid the collapse of a great empire. The main feature of Russia since the White Guards is elective government instead of a monarchy. Kolchak turned out to be a strong and far-sighted ruler, relying on powerful presidential power. The great powers of the president made it possible to unite the nation and the state, to defeat revelry and lawlessness . It is not for nothing that the United States, despite all its democracy, was characterized by great presidential power. But Great Britain, where the monarchy became purely nominal and the prime minister was overly dependent on his own party, lost its position as a world power. Just think, its territory in modern history has decreased one hundred and fifty times.

In this universe, having also become communist, Britain has fallen apart, and the cities are in turmoil and chaos. It is precisely to Foggy Albion that they will have to head.

What is it like for the people there?

There was still audible noise in the sky, and a reconnaissance plane appeared. Painted to match the sky with translucent wings, it blew fog. However , for the sharp eyes of such girls this is not a problem at all. The girls raised their leap rifles and fired a unanimous volley. Two bullets is even too much for a lightly armored scout. He tilted and began to fall.

- Weak armor! - Elizabeth said.

The Nymph Countess confirmed:

- Especially if you hit glass.

- Such a car, however, should not weigh much. It's like a monoplane, no more than eight hundred kilograms. - The girl asked Drachma:

- Do you think the pilot will survive?

The seven-colored girl answered not too confidently:

- Hardly! We've messed up all of its settings.

Elizabeth replied wittily:

- So much the better, less torment of captivity.

The jogging lifted the girls' spirits, and they rushed to the center in one breath.

The only delay was required to liquidate the ambush. The girls ran around the ambush; they heard muffled negotiations.

The paratrooper commander, Special Forces Major Bob Dowell , scratched his nose nervously. This was a bad omen, which means you will get a nickel.

Here he roared:

- Shafranik, what are these types, how do ants crawl?

- Yes, these are children riding bicycles, sir. - Answered the mulatto Frenchman.

An exclamation followed:

- Let's open fire!

The mulatto logically remarked:

- For such an insignificant purpose to open an ambush?

The animal in uniform grunted:

- But they are so light. Just pure devils. Let's shoot them just like that, for fun.

Shafranik noted:

- Such a target is not particularly interesting.

Snide answer:

- Perhaps, but seductive.

Forced growl:

- We need a purple Mercedes with two white chicks.

Clarification question:

- With two chicks?

Delighted exclamation:

- Russian girls!

And a vulgar saying:

- Two, so few! For a whole company. They will die if they serve us.

Again a vulgar and indecent expression:

- We can have them at both ends.

Giggle in response:

- It looks funny.

And again the grunt of a boar during estrus:

- And for one thing it"s practical!

- As for the latter, I have no doubt. - The major licked his lips. - There are probably some kind of psychological measures involved.

- Didn't understand? - Shafranik was surprised.

The officer roared:

- Apparently, as the Russians say, you"re not friends with the head of cabbage?

Shafranik didn"t quite get the point:

- I"m not a vegetarian, but I"m not at all against using cabbage as a side dish, for example, with chicken.

The officer growled:

-Are you stuffing dollars? You put them in the turkey.

Shafranik scratched the top of his head:

- What is this for, commander?

- I didn"t understand Russian slang. Cabbage is our dollars, or bucks , and the cabbage is the head. - The major explained.

Giggle in response:

- And the head! What a jargon !

The officer boomed:

- That"s how it turned out. Okay, can you drink a liter of Russian vodka?

Shafranik became scared:

- Russian vodka? Yes, this is living death.

The major chuckled and took out a liter glass bottle. Several paratroopers stared at them, blinking their eyes:

- Wow, what a bomb!

Bob Dowell weighed it in his hand and suggested:

- You have a choice. You either drink it from your throat or smash it on your head.

A frightened squeak in response:

- Is there any intermediate option?

What follows is a growl:

- Just take off your pants and sit on the bottle. In short , choose.

With a sigh the doomed voice is heard :

- Okay, I'll take it inside. I've been wanting to try it for a long time. Russian vodka, what a poison .

A malicious neighing in response:

- The wildest thing.

Drachma and Elizabeth heard this conversation, their ears are very sharp, plus the impact of artifacts. They, meanwhile, crawled to the rear. Elizabeth asked in surprise:

- They sit in ambush and make such an idiotic bet!

The Nymph Countess chirped:

- What can you do! This is the level of American culture, multiplied by criminal Bolshevism.

- Communism is a bright idea, but most often it is implemented in the dark! - Elizabeth noticed.

- Bad people with good ideas shed much more blood than bad people with bad plans! - Drachma concluded.

- It's a choice between execution and rope. I prefer execution! - Elizabeth flashed her sapphire eyes. They moved silently, like ninjas, and they had no equal in sabotage and ambushes.

Meanwhile, Captain Shafranik uncorked the bottle and took a sip from his throat.

- Sweet ! - the paratrooper muttered.

The vodka gurgled, flowing into the mulatto Frenchman"s wide throat.

He even grunted with pleasure.

- What a pig! - Elizabeth stated. - Oddly enough, I even want to kill them all.

Drachma grinned:

- And eat pork!

The blonde girl remarked:

- There is a rational grain in the words of Seventh-day Adventists. The pig is a walking garbage dump. But for a Jew, it is not kosher, it is not food, and the Bible was written primarily so that Jews could understand it.

The barefoot nymph countess chirped:

- Okay, see if the American communist warrior can cope with an ordinary Russian drunk.

Having overcome about half of the bottle, Shafranik suddenly trembled and, letting go of the bottle from his hands, began to burp . Bob Dowell punched him in the back.

- Well , you weakling!

He vomited. The face is distorted .

Bob laughed.

- Well, now we"ll test your head of cabbage for strength. How strong is he to resist a Russian bottle?

Having burped, Shafranik barely caught his breath, squeezing out:

- I broke bricks on my head.

Howl in response:

- So you"ll break the bottle too. Take it in your hand.

Shafranik tried to take it, but dropped it almost immediately.

- Well, you are, as they say, a goat! Or rather a ram! - Take it and hold it tightly, like a prostitute's eggs.

The captain groaned:

- I'm crazy!

Swinging wide, he hit him on the head, a ringing sound was heard, the bottle remained intact.

- The Russians have everything made of oak, it"s not entirely for nothing that the symbol of Russia is oak.

An annoying growl in response:

- Oak, this is most likely the contents of your head. What, you don"t want to hit yourself properly. Coward, afraid of pain!

squeal in response:

- No way, Comrade Major! Pain is good!

And again the roar, reminiscent of a wounded mammoth:

- When you fall into the hands of the Ministry of Honor and Rights, you will find out what pain is: two electrodes in the ass , one to the tongue. Give me the bottle.

Shafranik timidly drawled:

- Just don"t kill me!

Bob Dowell grabbed her with both hands and, making a full swing using his body, hit her in the head. The bottle shattered into fragments. Shafranik screamed with good obscenities:

- A thousand devils down the hole!

Blood poured from the broken head, fragments cut through it.

Drachma could hardly contain her laughter.

- This is so funny!

Elizabeth was serious:

- He either doesn"t know how to hit, or he deliberately struck such a blow to cause more pain. In any case, this shows the level of the American Red Army.

The Countess-nymph agreed:

- As a rule, not high .

The girls grinned and aimed their guns. Meanwhile, Shafranik groaned and wiped away the blood. It is clear that he, being a half-breed , plays the role of a jester under the major.

And squeals like a female:

- Well, why so rude!

And again the roar in response:

- Shut up! Look, a woman is riding a bicycle. I'll take her down with one shot, shoot the flesh of her leg. Then we take her away with the whole company.

Pleading squeak :

- Will I get it?!

And the howl is also aggressive and steep:

- With such a weak head, trust a woman...

The answer is vulgar :

- The main thing is what's between the legs.

The major yelled:

"Then go ahead, put your dignity in a bottle, or I"ll put it in your mouth."

- Brr! - The captain whistled! - You can not do it this way.

The company raised their heads from the ambush. Elizabeth began to read a prayer, trying to concentrate. Drachma was also silent, lightly massaged her neck, shooting with both hands is too difficult, precise coordination is needed. The girls, each holding a machine gun in their hand, opened fire from four barrels.

- Take that, communist fascists. - The beauties whispered .

The bullets cut down several dozen fighters. They looked in a completely different direction, trying to satisfy their bestial instincts. But, as always happens with those who have forgotten about the debt, retribution follows.

- There is a wolf hunt, but we are killing fools ! - Said Drachma.

Having mowed down most of the landing party, the girls began to shoot the survivors . For them it was enough to see the smallest particle of the body and insert a charge there.

- As you can see, it"s much easier! - Elizabeth said.

And then there were attempts to shoot down the grenades. But for the girls who shot down butterflies and tagged flies at a distance of two hundred meters, this is not such a terrible target. The only thing is that you need to shoot down too many targets at once.

- Holy God have mercy on their souls. - Elizabeth's lips whispered. - Their sinful path on earth was interrupted. So much the better, less hellish torment.

Drachma, shooting without much sentimentality, remarked:

- The enemy is the enemy, and he must be destroyed.

Elizabeth, rubbing the bare sole of her tanned, seductive feet, asked:

- Ruthless?

The Nymph Countess blurted out:

- Yes!

- I can"t do that! If I kill, I will definitely regret it, that"s the kind of person I am. "A pearly tear ran down the scout"s cheek.

- Your jump is a thunderstorm, and your words are a blow! Only a tear from the stars will appreciate God's gift! - Drachma sang.

Elizabeth shot down five grenades on the fly at once, causing them to detonate. Among those exploded there were needle-shaped ones, the spread was not as large as two hundred meters, but the density of the destruction was much greater. When the needle hits, it rotates and tears the tissue, causing terrible injuries. Now the paratroopers were testing it on themselves. Those who did not die immediately suffered terribly. Especially when it gets in the eye, it actually knocks it out, crippling it.

- Well well! - Elizabeth declared, crushing a nasty cockroach with her bare toes. - It seems that the enemy alarm clocks have fallen silent.

Drachma confirmed in a confident tone:

- Yes, honey! Silenced by the organs of death.

The major survived, but Shafranik found an easy death. The girls ran up to the groaning officer. Drachma stepped with her bare heel on Bob Dowell's bedded foot .

The Nymph Countess growled:

- Well , say what you know! Otherwise it will be a mess!

And the squeal of the wounded piglet in response:

- I know everything! I'll tell you everything!

Here you need to ask the right questions. Select the desired set. At the same time, give the enemy several stimulating injections lubricated with a solution to get him talking. The major knew, however, surprisingly little, and the girls, spitting, stopped the physical influence.

- Interrogate a fool , pound water in a mortar, torture, whip a donkey! - Said Drachma.

- You're right here, my friend! - Elizabeth agreed. - So let's do something more useful.

The girls ran as fast as they could, flashing their bare, mirror-like soles with the graceful curve of their bare heel to compensate for the time spent.

Only on the approach they slowed down a little, so that one of the guards would not start shooting out of fear.

The girls were received with joy, and they were in a hurry to share their knowledge. As Academician Kurchatov informed them, the first computer chip had already been assembled and a computer with transistors was already ready.

- Amazing! - She said a very beautiful seven-colored Drachma. - I see you are not wasting time.

- Of course! - Kurchatov handed the girl a cigar. She rejected:

- Smoking constricts the blood vessels of the brain, which means it harms thought processes.

He gurgled:

- On the contrary, it helps me.

Drachma energetically, with an expression in her emerald eyes, objected:

- This is an illusion and self-hypnosis inspired by the drug nicotine. I suggest you the following. Electrotherapy sessions, acupuncture, together with chemicals. This should specifically help you. It will improve the thinking processes not only of you, but also of your students.

The officer asked:

- What, do you already have methods?

Drachma answered confidently:

- Some things are planned, but for now, this is just the beginning. In the future, the scale of research will increase even more. We will create new methods, because for now we are only at the very beginning of the path. In general, the human body is full of reserves. A person uses only one hundred thousandth of the brain's capabilities, and one to two percent of the physical ones. Even us Terminator girls are far from one hundred percent use of your abilities.

An exclamation of amazement in response:

- Wow, this opens up broad prospects!

A very large and gorgeous girl rubbed her one bare foot against the other and chirped:

- You can"t even imagine what! Just think. Or rather, don"t think, but act!

The professors eagerly read what the beauties wrote , they were amazed at the depth and meticulousness of such seemingly young creatures.

- Brilliant! - Abrikosov said. - Do your bodies work at one hundred percent?

- Unfortunately no! But we will increase our own potential. - Drachma said. - God sculpted man from clay, but this is not a reason to remain a pot.

Abrikosov encouraged:

- Very witty! But in general. - He lowered his voice. - Although this is not accepted in our empire, I do not believe in God.

The Nymph Countess chirped:

- Mutually! And my friend is obsessed with religion. Moreover , she began to lean towards Adventism .

- Don't lie Drachma! - Elizabeth exploded. - I never said that.


The nymph countess said:

- But I thought! However, this is nothing. I have ideas on how to combine the large spread of the AM-200 grenade and the density of destruction of the needle-shaped American modifications.

The professor asked:

- It's complicated?

- No, it's quite simple. There will be no need to change production lines. - Said the magnificent Drachma, bouncing on her tanned, muscular legs.

Elizabeth did not remain in debt:

- And I have ideas on how to increase the initial speed of the bullet of the Obolensky assault rifle, increasing the aiming , and take body armor for the breach.

The professor muttered:

- Well, that"s not bad either. Are the changes significant?

The blonde terminator blurted out:

- Minimal!

Logical answer:

- Then it won't be too expensive.

- There are also ways to significantly increase the explosive power of dynamite. Minor additives. - The girls started.

- New ways of alloying steel and strengthening armor. Future technologies. - Elizabeth stated.

The girls gave the professors work to do. Their heads remembered everything in the smallest detail, however, if even among ordinary people there are phenomena that do not forget anything and quickly remember information, then those genetically improved are even more capable of this.

Abrikosov noted:

- I trained my memory for a long time. In general, a person, especially under hypnosis, is able to remember everything, even being in the womb. Or after a set of special exercises, but I did not reach such heights. You seem to have come a long way.

- They helped us! In general, the FSB has accumulated enormous intellectual potential. There are various methods for training special forces and scientists, as well as developed pharmacology. They are able to renew not only the body, but also the mind. - Said Drachma.

Abrikosov noted something in his notebook. Elizabeth remarked:

- In my time, you would just put it on the computer.

The professor sighed:

- It's too bulky.

- In my time, the power of an entire electronic echelon would fit in a watch case.

- Elizabeth showed the computer bracelet on her hand. And she clicked her bare toes.

Drachma confirmed:

- Soon you will get these too . We will help. Do you understand microcircuits?

The professor answered with a sigh:

- We're trying! It"s not too easy to put something like this into production. Probably in your world it took a long time to get to this point!

Elizabeth answered with pathos:

- Right! And to be honest, most of the technology was developed by the Americans. True, we have also increased in recent years, largely thanks to petrodollars.

Drachma hastened to add, and her bare toes of her nimble feet worked real miracles:

-Scientists have stopped running abroad. However, we were developed when the country was still relatively poor. But there were patriotic scientists who were not afraid of difficulties.

Abrikosov, curious, asked:

-Who exactly was it?

- This information was hidden from us. The reason is unknown. - Said Drachma. "But it may be that the secret here is too important to be trusted even to us."

The professor nodded his slightly grey-haired head:

- Well, okay girls, invent and dare! Do you need human material for experiments?

- Not prevent. - Elizabeth said.

The girls wrote very quickly, not only with their hands, but also with their feet, and for two hours they shared technologies and techniques. In general, the smart Drachma remarked:

- It"s strange that all these developments are used so sluggishly , including in our homeland. After all, we can significantly raise the level of our entire army. And it wouldn"t hurt for people to grow intellectually. - The nymph girl raised her leg and twirled her nimble bare fingers with varnished nails at her temple. Otherwise, many students believe that the Battle on Ice is a Russia - Canada match.

- Canada! Now a province of the USA. The unfortunate people, at least half of the population, or rather sixty percent, are imprisoned in concentration camps. - Said Professor Abrikosov. - However, in your world, this is probably a completely civilized country.

- And quite rich! At the Olympics they even managed to push us aside. - Elizabeth clicked her tongue. - But this is because the officials stole too much. During the crisis, thefts began to increase even more. Although I am a Christian, I believe that government officials who steal should be impaled.

And the girl clicked again, this time with her bare toes, so hard that a mosquito fell down dead.

- A good idea, although fear alone is not enough! - The professor noticed. In particular, the official must be well provided for, then there will be no need to steal.

Drachma continued to write with her hands and, what also made an impression, with her graceful legs, agile, like the paws of a monkey:

- I know the latest techniques of hypnosis.

- This is a scientific phenomenon, but it requires a certain gift. - Said Abrikosov. - But your psyche is too stable to put girls into a trance. However, I recommend self-hypnosis, it will awaken additional abilities in you.

- Great idea, we'll definitely try it out. - Elizabeth said. - Our abilities will increase.

The girls had to explain some details, both microcircuits and aircraft technology. In particular, what are ultra-jet engines, the proportions of additives in armor. How dynamic protection works and much more. The devil is in the details, as science fiction writers once tried to describe the principles of operation of a time machine, while keeping silent about the most important details. One can also recall the theory of Marxism, where, most importantly, the criterion for selecting the elite of the labor vanguard was not spelled out. Lenin wrote fifty-five volumes, but kept silent about the main thing. Stalin acted clumsily, although, in general, he set the right tasks for himself. In general, the market economy has exhausted itself; the planned economy is much more effective. The Second World War proved this, although not completely. The same Americans produced almost three times more aircraft than the USSR, and more expensive ones. But the United States still has several times less ammunition in tanks, if we count self-propelled guns , while the USSR has an advantage in artillery and mortars, but about half as many machine guns.

Drachma drew a diagram:

- Such monoplanes can be made from polystyrene foam. Cheap and controlled with a simple joystick. A very progressive control system, thanks to this, planes and tanks gain additional efficiency. In particular, the speed of response, you don"t have to pull the lever, just pressing a button is enough. You've already mastered this.

The professor nodded vigorously:

- Yes, it looks progressive.

- In addition, Khrushchev"s dream of growing corn in the Arctic Circle became a reality after the seal gene was transplanted into the cob. I know its formula and how it is synthesized. "Drachma, with the bare fingers of her nimble feet, the skin of her legs shining from the tan, threw the chewing gum into her mouth; it was doubly pleasant for her, to shine with her intelligence and at the same time feel something elastic and sweet with her tongue.

- Isn"t this dangerous for the human body? - Asked the professor.

This time Elizabeth answered:

- No! Moreover , the pig gene was introduced into the corn, which made it grow faster and contain more nutrients.

The quick-witted learned husband Abrikosov asked:

- What about the rat gene for fertility?

The blonde girl remarked:

- In this case, locusts are better. It will be more effective. In general, the mixing of genes is great progress. I was even thinking about working on myself.

The professor was slightly surprised:

- Anything specifically to improve? You are already perfection. Especially externally!

Elizabeth explained:

- Change the protein structure itself. We have an unusual protein, modified, but still a rather vulnerable structure.

Abrikosov got up :

- Well done girls. Can you rejuvenate me?

The blonde girl nodded in agreement.

- Theoretically, this is quite possible for science.

- Science-boredom can't decorate Ilyich's baldness! - Drachma said as a joke, an anti-Soviet saying .

The professor was surprised:

- Lenin?

The Nymph Countess chirped with a smile:

- Yes, they even named Petrograd in his honor. There's even a ditty.

Lenin writes from the grave, don"t call Leningrad, it was Peter the Great who built it, not me, the bald bastard !

Elizabeth added:

- Even the Bible says about Lenin: - And the bald madman will say that there is no God.

And then the blonde thought, maybe we are talking about someone else, but also bald and bloody!

The girls relaxed a little and began to dance, but the idyll was interrupted by an unexpected call.

- Marshal Vasilevsky wants to talk to you.

Elizabeth and Drachma nodded:

- We can do it! I think we've kept you busy enough?

Abrikosov confirmed:

- Beyond all measure. Heads are pounding. Such smart girls. I especially liked the transplantation of animal genes into plants. It is only possible that genetic defects may arise in the person himself.

- We will adjust everything. - Drachma made an expressive gesture. - Nature is crooked, but the human mind is a straightener!

- This is against God! - Elizabeth looked menacing.

The Nymph Countess logically objected:

- This is against stupidity! However, as I have already said, the very fact of our existence is against God. Progress has the ability to elevate a person, which means bringing him closer to the Almighty!

The blonde girl clarified:

- You take this too literally.

Abrikosov urged them on:

- It"s not good to force yourself to wait a long time for a senior in rank. I will give you the newest six hundredth Mercedes.

- No need, we"ll run home. - Elizabeth said.

The professor was surprised:

-Can you overtake a car?

In response, Drachma sang playfully:

- Well, why, why, why,

Was the traffic light green?

All because, because, because,

What a lover he was!

In the age of speed, electronic lights,

She turned on by herself,

For my hottest love,

The green light is shining!

And both girls stamped their bare, graceful, muscular feet and sang:

And everyone is running, running, running, running,

And it shines!

And everyone is running, running, running, running,

And he's on fire!

And the warriors hit each other with their bare heels, and from this literally sparks rained down with all the colors of the rainbow.

Drachma said quickly:

Honesty is a selective concept, deception is universal!

How is chess different from politics?

In chess the game is equal, but in politics the authorities always have a head start!

In chess there is time pressure at the end of the game, but in politics there is always!

In chess, sacrifices are voluntary, but in politics they are always forced!

In chess, the pieces are rearranged one by one, but in politics, whenever the authorities want!

In chess you can't take back moves, in politics , they do it at every step!

A ruler surrounded by nonentities is like a stone in a shoddy frame; its value will fall and inevitably fade.

The throne, unlike the bed, is shared only by weaklings !

. CHAPTER No. 5.

The huge palace of the Goddess of Evil Kali was filled with numerous male and female slaves, as well as warriors. Slaves, as a rule, were very beautiful, young, curvy, and their clothing depended on their status. Most of the girls are barefoot, and their chests and hips are barely covered with thin strips of fabric. But slaves of higher status wear jewelry, brooches, earrings, beads, and bracelets on their arms and ankles. And on their feet are sandals decorated with pearls, and the most noble slaves even have shoes covered with jewels and with high heels.

They even resemble noble people. Typically, slaves from among the elves or female trolls have a high status. Elfs differ from humans only in the shape of their ears; they are beautiful, like those of a lynx, while female trolls have larger, eagle-shaped noses. And with their figures and other things you can"t tell them apart from muscular, human girls.

And the human girls are almost all of a lower status with bare, pink heels, almost naked, but also very beautiful, young, fresh and muscular.

There are approximately ten times more female slaves than male slaves in the huge palace. And the last ones, these are teenagers from twelve to fifteen years old, wearing only swimming trunks and barefoot. They are also beautiful , muscular, with defined muscles and slabs of abs and cute faces, with neatly trimmed hair, usually in light colors.

Among the boys, only a few have a higher status. They wear shorts, beads and jewelry, and have sandals with stones. And these are also representatives of trolls and elves.

In addition to these pretty male and female slaves, there are also guards. Brutes with boar's heads, orcs that look a lot like bears, only uglier. Almost three-meter tall goblins with large ears like the wings of winged mice. There are also elf warriors with bows and beautiful female trolls with crossbows. And the most dangerous fighters: vampires in red armor - the guard of the Goddess Kali.

Moreover, vampires, both males and females, carry specially designed crossbows and swords with hooks at the end.

The Goddess of Evil herself sits on a golden throne strewn with diamonds and other jewels.

Outwardly, she can be called beautiful. Only the muscles are very developed and too massive for a woman. And rather long and sharp fangs protrude from the mouth. Yes, the Goddess makes an impression. And on her head a crown shines, like a crown woven from stars.

Around her are several beautiful girls and a couple of slave boys waving fans.

Music is also playing. And performances take place to entertain the great and, at the same time, terrible Goddess.

An elf girl, barely covered with thin strips of fabric, fights against two boys in swimming trunks. The teenagers try to attack her. The girl repels their attacks, holding a sword with both hands.

The fighters already have wounds on their bodies and blood is dripping.

The goddess makes a gesture. From Fire bursts out under the tiles and burns the bare feet of both girls and boys. They involuntarily scream.

Laughter is heard.

The goddess addresses the troll king sitting next to her. This is a young man dressed in ermine and hung with jewels.

- Do you think your army is ready to conquer the kingdom of the elves?

He answered with a smile:

- Our army is always ready, O greatest one. But the problem is that the elves are also ready for this. As they say here...

Kali interrupted the troll king:

- We have no use for idle talk! I understand how the forces are always equal, and you want to ask me for help.

The Troll King nodded:

- Yes, oh great one. And I'm ready to pay in gold.

The goddess laughed. Her laughter was, on the one hand, ringing and beautiful, as if from a hundred silver bells, and on the other, terrifying. It is clear that the menacing troll also shuddered.

And the embodiment of evil answered:

- What do I need gold for? I have mountains of this metal. Can you give me something more useful?

A squeak was heard in response:

- As you order, Your Majesty!

Goddess Kali nodded:

- When you defeat the elves, you will send ten thousand slaves of this race and a thousand slaves. The High Gods acted wisely when they created in our world that among people, trolls, and elves there are ten times more representatives of the fair sex than the strong.

The Troll King nodded with a smile:

- Yes, the Gods acted wisely. There is nothing more beautiful than an eternally young maiden. We, trolls and elves, do not age!

Goddess Kali roared:

- But people grow old, unless we make them our slaves. Many women are so frightened by the prospect of turning into ugly, hunchbacked, wrinkled old women that they voluntarily go into slavery and agree to be branded with the poppy sign. They have now lost their freedom, but they are young, healthy and cheerful for several centuries. But for a woman to become an old woman, this is a great grief; it cannot be worse!

Two boys in swimming trunks began to massage the Goddess"s legs even more energetically. These were also people from among the slaves. Handsome, very muscular teenagers. Almost naked, but on the wrists and ankles there are bracelets of gold and platinum, decorated with stones.

They also got the opportunity to live for several centuries, remaining beardless youths, healthy, strong and cheerful. True, this is not to say that it is voluntary.

But still , it"s much better to massage the bodies of beautiful women. And not only Kali, but also elves, and female trolls, or even nymphs, than, for example, to work in quarries.

The Troll King confirmed:

- Both male and female slaves will be at your disposal, oh mistress!

Kali added:

- And, of course, you will send twenty-five carts loaded with gold and precious stones in addition. You have to pay for everything!

And the Goddess of Evil took and grabbed the slave boy by the nose with her bare toes. He screamed in pain. But, of course, he tweeted:

- Thank you, madam!

Kali ordered:

"Whip the boy right now." Moreover, hang him on the rack. This will entertain us.

Indeed, a rack appeared in the air. And two elf girls, barely covered with threads of precious stones, dragged the boy to execution. The teenager was, one might say, very handsome, with a body that had perfect muscle definition, but it was especially nice to flog someone like that.

At the same time, besides spanking, you can also unwind in another way. A gladiator girl fights against a saber-toothed bear. More precisely, even two girls. One with a net and a trident, and the other with a sword and dagger. And the beautiful elf beats the half-naked slave boy with a whip. She waves it, and a blow falls on the wiry, tanned body of the pretty teenager. And droplets of sweat and blood fly in different directions.

This is the show. And the handsome boy is flogged, and the girls fight with an exotic beast that weighs almost a ton, and not to say that it is clumsy. But girls are elves who are faster and stronger than ordinary people. And very experienced. And they jump very deftly, dodge when the bear jumps on them, and stab with a sword or trident.

The girls are very beautiful and almost naked, very seductive.

And the slave boy is whipped mercilessly. But this is not enough for the goddess Kali and she orders:

- Roast this boy's heels!

The troll girl brought a torch to the teenager's bare feet. And he will take it and howl. It hurts when fire licks your bare heels.

And it smells very nice, like lamb being roasted. This is admirable.

The Goddess of Evil Kali smiles , she is very pleased.

But among the slave boys there is a special one. He is barefoot and in swimming trunks, but on his head he has a cap with bells. This boy plays the role of a jester. He looks like he is twelve years old, but in reality he is so old that he counts for thousands of years. Even the Goddess Kali herself sometimes consults with him, and sometimes she personally flogs this tomboy, or even burns his bare heels. But on this boy, after a few minutes, any wounds heal without a trace. And he had so many adventures that he couldn"t tell a fairy tale or describe them with a pen.

This is one thing that literally flashes before the sapphire eyes of a very muscular and strong boy.

The SATO command headquarters and Arnold Schwarzkoff received more and more information about the development of the combat operation. Several leading commanders of the Workers 'and Peasants' Red Army betrayed their leader and the Bolshevik idea, ordering their armies to lay down their arms.

In the West of Ekraina, the local population welcomed the SATO troops as liberators and seeking to end the Bolshevik dictatorship. This excited them and set them up for new advancements.

The computer center received new information. The three-dimensional projection showed the Ekraina in the form of a whole series of cards, multi-colored and colorful. The main monitor itself shows the detailed location of all units, the number of personnel, weapons, technical characteristics, including wear and tear of the material, as well as the health of the soldiers.

Next, the computer analyzed its own losses and the enemy"s damage. So far, the balance of forces was overwhelmingly in favor of SATO. Moreover, the number of betrayals against Vladimir Stalyevich was increasing. No country in the world, except the unrecognized Islamic State, provided support to the Soviet Bolshevik Republic of New Grossia . In the Kremlin, the attitude remained cold and secretly hostile, and the media compared Leninstal to Father Makhno.

And in general, the idea of power without money and any private and personal property looked too exotic for the elite to accept it.

Failures in the first clashes with the Satov army also took their toll. The enemy is strong and calculates his moves electronically, and satellite surveillance made it possible to see the front line and all movements both day and night. And opportunities for achievement were rapidly declining.

However, for example , the boy Vladimir Terkin ( that was the name of the current jester boy in one of the missions!) had a completely different opinion. The boy rode up to Tigrov on a motor scooter. The Fanderites have already reigned in this city and the first columns from the Satov army have arrived. A kind of reconquest of former territories took place.

The scout boy understood that his young age would not really help lull the vigilance of the local policemen. There are many boy regiments in the Red Army, and maybe they are much more persistent and devoted to the cause of Bolshevism than the mercantile adults who have lost their romantic mood.

Indeed, when you are a kid , money for you is something almost abstract. But adults treat them with reverence, often even more dearly than they treat life, especially someone else"s. Vladimir was fascinated by romance, the desire to build a world in which mercantile interests, meanness and violence would not dominate. The desire to achieve something more significant than just being a hired worker , or a greedy, carnivorous bloodsucker. And although the boy scout is only eleven, and in a month he will be twelve years old, he has the abilities of a child prodigy. And his real name and surname are too well known to be mentioned openly .

And so, the beautiful well-known image of Terkin, he is eloquent and memorable. So let the boy play the role of a similar model.

In general, man is an evil creature. For some reason, many division commanders rushed to capitulate at the very first airstrikes from the SATO vultures, or betray their own, receiving wads of dollars. But, in any case, now the Red Army is suffering heavy losses and is retreating. In such conditions, guerrilla warfare provides the most effective methods.

Only in the Western Ekraina is it difficult to find local forces that could support popular interests and the Bolshevik intifada. But if you look, you will find the underground. After all, in Soviet times, partisans fought in the areas that seemed hopeless for the Soviet regime.

Vasily hid his scooter under the tree and put on fashionable clothes and sneakers. You can"t go into the city barefoot - it will arouse suspicion, especially since it"s still March and quite cold. Boys from the Red Army defiantly despise shoes and try to walk and run barefoot for as long as they are healthy.

But in general , when the temperature is above zero, then without shoes, with some habit, you can run without restrictions. It is, of course, more difficult in the snow, but a seasoned young warrior is quite capable of withstanding it for several hours.

Vladimir was well-hardened, in addition, his father taught him secret methods that improve blood circulation, so that his legs and other limbs practically do not freeze. You just need to prick certain points with needles, or take some herbs. By the way, in the Middle Ages, many boys did without any tricky tricks in severe frosts, and did not even cough, running half naked through the snowdrifts. And their heels, bluish from the cold, knew no other sole than natural ones, until a beard began to appear.

Vladimir even thought that maybe it would be worth taking a motor scooter, but... The car was his own assembly, and not a serial production one. Unnecessary suspicions could arise as to where he got it and why. In addition, the scooter is really special and foldable, compact, and can accelerate to two hundred and thirty kilometers per hour, and even bounce. No, such a machine is too noticeable.

In addition, I wanted to walk and listen to what people were thinking about.

For all his romanticism, he is a very smart boy, and he wonders why the ghost of a long dollar is so tenacious and alluring.

Are there really other, more interesting values? Although, after all, a person most joyfully pleases his nature and mammon.

The boy walked, whistling the American, brave march. So no suspicions. Being a rather large boy, he looked older than his years and could easily pass for a teenager from a local pro-Western youth organization.

He even had a matching armband with a snake's head on it. That is, Ophiuchus!

How did he look so beautiful! A half-box haircut and blonde hair, you can order yourself for a poster - Hitler Jugent !

Ahead, on a broken country road, some old woman is singing . She"s dragging a huge backpack that seems like it"s about to crush her. I wonder what the old woman added there? Maybe he"s dragging something edible for sale to the city of Tigers? It will be necessary to visit and do reconnaissance.

The last phrase turned out to be so absurd that the boy involuntarily giggled and quickened his pace. Feet in fashionable sneakers are unaccustomed to being hot, and this is unpleasant. Although, of course, he looks richer this way . And then when their detachment entered Slovenia, which was not at all poor, they looked at the barefoot detachment of tomboys with sympathy and fear. As if they were insane, or completely impoverished. And the boys took a quick step, so that the snowdrift crunched. They grinned, not paying attention to their red heels from the snowdrifts and their blue toes. And looking at their hard glances and tightly clenched fists, ready to laugh, they twisted their mouths with fear and looked away in fear.

But this grandmother seems to be completely exhausted. Vladimir winced, why does age disfigure women so wildly. After all, girls are beautiful, and older ladies become creepy.

It's like wrinkled skin, or humps, or something like that, isn't aesthetically pleasing. And where does God look in this case? Why does he like such utter ugliness? What about the sense of aesthetics?!

Well, okay, the time will come, and they will sort it out with God, make him answer for all the mockery of humanity. In the meantime, let's help the old lady, it's not her fault that she became such an ugly person.

Vladimir jumped up to the grandmother and asked in a polite tone in Ukrainian:

- I see it"s hard for you, can I help?

The old woman recoiled from the boy and hissed angrily:

- Don"t you dare open your mouth, you freak! You think I don't know that you swung at my greens.

The grandmother began to swing the stick, and her overfilled backpack opened up. Vladimir caught a strong smell of paint from afar, and now his eyes went wide. Leaves of withered cabbage, clumsily painted green, stuck out of the capacious backpack. And some idiot painted this rotten place. The backpack itself was covered in stains, and the nasty and noisy grandmother was slightly stained.

The old woman tried to hit the boy on the head with a stick, but he easily dodged and intercepted another swing.

And the grandmother screams at the top of her lungs:

- Oh, they're robbing me! The villain is trying to snatch the greens ! Hey, protect my cabbage!

Terkin ironically remarked:

- It"s always like this! - And the scout boy sang. - Whoever helps people is wasting his time! Good deeds cannot become famous!

And the old woman, in fact, looked like Shapoklyak, only she was even more wonderful and disgusting, even with a hump. So she took her backpack, pressed it to her chest, so much so that her humpbacked nose got into the colored cabbage greens and screamed, though not too clearly:

- Oh, you are my bucks ! Bask bucks ! Protection from bandits, from terrible Muscovites!

Vladimir suddenly felt like Stirlitz, on the verge of failure. The boy reflexively shrank and pointed his finger at the bandage with a snake head and, artistically alternating Ekrainian words with English, said:

- We are an organization that protects older people all over the world! And we are the ones who help them, build houses, and give them white bread with chocolate butter!

The grandmother calmed down a little and asked in a whisper:

-Are you by any chance an American?

Vladimir, stretching his lips in the sweetest smile, confirmed in English:

- Yes, of course, one hundred percent ! - And immediately seeing that the grandmother, in the most widespread language in the world, does not knit a lick, he added in Ekrainian. - I am an American teenager and a boy scout!

The old woman finally calmed down and asked in a better tone:

- And how many villas and Mercedes can I buy with my greens?

The scout boy, realizing that it is better not to argue with crazy people, calmly replied:

- A lot of! So many!

But the grandmother was persistent and continued to ask the muscular and smart boy beyond his years:

- How much is this?

Terkin replied in a serious tone:

- Well, Mercedes come in different modifications. The newer and more luxurious the brand, the more it costs, which means it needs more greenery!

The old woman, breathing heavily, put down her backpack and groaned, pointing to the colored cabbage:

- There are no less than sixty kilograms here! I'm afraid I 'll die if I bring so much greenery to the city!

Vladimir was ready to burst into loud laughter, but seeing how upset the nasty old woman"s face was, he answered:

- Why do you need to carry it? Find a motorcyclist, and you will be driven to Tigrov with the breeze and comfort!

The hunched grandmother sighed heavily, and suddenly rattled out in a difficult to understand patter:

- Oh , you are my grandson... I invited Fyodor the tractor driver to come home to me. So he asked Herod why I stupidly smeared the rotten cabbage with paint. So I explain to him, a fool , that cabbage and greens are the highest values in the world! You can buy everything for greens, Mercedes and palaces!

Terkin, who, being a talented spy, knew how to understand the meaning and understand the most inarticulate and tongue-tied muttering, shrewdly suggested:

- Did the tractor driver promise to deliver you to the village for free ?

The old woman, contorting her face, waved it off in anger:

- Almost so! Just not for free, keep your pocket wider , but for a liter of mash! Well, I sent him with a fool !

The boy could not stand it and laughed loudly. Indeed, it turned out to be hilarious. Granny apparently heard enough that greens and cabbage are the highest values, but, not understanding the humor, she took the slang too literally. Well, since by spring this vegetable had turned yellow, the enterprising grandmother painted it with green paint.

If we add to this, then after the public burning in Tigrov of all the banknotes that they did not have time to hide in cash , a significant deficit was formed, then it is clear why the dollar acquired the highest value.

The old woman, meanwhile, continued to be frank:

- Well, before I would have called a taxi via the Internet, but the Bolsheviks, in order to squeeze out the Devil"s web, turned all the telegraph poles. And even a simple telephone does not beep ! Oh, I"m unhappy, I"m sitting here and only feeding on rumors. I wanted to go to Borisov, but his horse was taken away for the needs of the Red Army. Orek had such a cool and beautiful Mercedes, so the Bolsheviks flattened it with sledgehammers. Like, it"s too luxurious and not a proletarian car! So they, the Antichrists, ruined everything. That"s why I had to drag the green cabbage to the market myself!

Vladimir considered it necessary to interrupt his grandmother"s babbling. Although, I came across such an old lady, the psychiatric hospital with bars is greedily crying for her !

- Your greens are not natural, madam...

Grandma immediately became agitated:

- So what?

The boy scout, with difficulty restraining the horn escaping from his chest, explained:

- And the fact that... You can be prosecuted for painted greenery!

The old woman got scared and turned purple-faced, her skinny legs in some kind of bast shoes began to tangle when the grandmother stepped back. And the blue lips babbled:

- For what? What will I be held accountable for?

Terkin responded logically:

- You are not carrying natural cabbage, but wilted cabbage. So, you are trying to sell fake greenery in cheap paint! And this is counterfeiting!

And the scout boy made scary eyes for himself.

The old woman began to stammer and babble:

- Don't hold me accountable. The paint is still very fresh and natural. Her grandson brought it!

Vladimir was carried away, he felt like a real Ostap Bender :

- So we will also bring our grandson to justice for complicity in the production of counterfeit banknotes. You will have a family prison .

The grandmother reacted unexpectedly, threw her backpack and quickly ran away, shouting:

- That's not mine! This is not mine at all! It's not even mine at all!

The backpack, stained with paint, was left lying on the road. A couple of teenage boys watched the performance with their mouths wide open. The cabbage smelled not only of the cheapest poisonous green paint, but also of rot. So I didn"t have the slightest desire to collect the weighty junk and put it on my back.

Moreover, wasting time on a crazy old woman. But the wild laughter of local teenagers could not help but attract attention. The boys were about fourteen years old, and they turned out to be taller than Vladimir and much fatter. Although, of course, Terkin, who was well trained in martial arts, was not at all afraid of them. Just let them poke their heads in!

But they seemed to be absolutely delighted! The thicker one grunted:

- Well, you blew her off! Just like Kogan!

Terkin jumped in response and spun the turntable in the air. After which, landing, with a terminator smile, he answered:

- Can this huge resler do something like that?

The teenagers grinned back, barking :

- Not a creepy joke! Come hang out with us!

Terkin became interested in just hanging out with peers, discuss current problems with them. Although, on the other hand, he does not act very well, he parroted an illiterate old woman, and did not punish the evil!

It would be nice to soap the face of the one who gave grandma the idea for this sweet cabbage with green paint.

Vladimir, however, felt disgust towards the hunchbacked grandmother, and therefore suggested:

- Well, let's capsize properly! It will be a very cool warm-up!

The guys on mopeds headed into the city. Vladimir sat down behind the thinnest boy and whistled another tune. The mood, however, was minor, and you feel like a complete bastard .

At the entrance to Tigrov, the Satovites had already set up their checkpoint and were checking documents. A small queue of cars formed. The boys immediately lost all their show-off , and the fat man sadly remarked:

- We don"t have any documents with us. They'll send you to jail !

Terkin said cockily:

- All the better! Then I"ll organize a Maidan for them in a prison cell!

Then a couple of young Fanderovites roared:

- We will flood Moscow with blood and reach the Urals!

Then the mopeds turned, apparently in search of a detour. Terkin was strongly tempted to give the young scum a good beating , but for now it was better not to reveal himself. Thoughts went in a different direction.

Indeed, it turned out that the United States took the side of the USSR in World War II, thereby provoking Japan to go to war against itself. What would have happened with a different balance of power?

If America, which is probably much more natural for such a country, united with Hitler?

In this case, in the very first months of the war, it is unlikely that history would have deviated from the real one. Well, at least significantly. The United States, most likely, would help the Third Reich at most economically and with bomb attacks. Of course, Japan's entry into the war in the Far East could create certain problems. Then, the Soviet divisions would have been shackled in the war with the samurai and would not have been able to take part in the defense of Moscow.

However, this is probably not as scary as it seems at first glance. At the end of October, Soviet troops stopped the German offensive, despite the fact that troops from the Far East had not yet arrived, and the main forces were surrounded and destroyed. It should be noted that the Soviet troops had a certain margin of safety, and they probably would have been able to hold the capital in more difficult conditions. Although it is possible that in this case the Red Army would not have had enough forces for a counteroffensive.

The boys seemed to have found a vulnerable spot; the road was guarded by a local branch of nationalists. Teenagers a little older than Terkin"s new friends stood guard. They greeted their moped with squeals and screams.

The older one with the goatee rasped:

- What kind of baby is this? Maybe they came to fight?

Vladimir Terkin angrily blurted out:

- Just imagine , yes!

The leader ordered:

- In this case, get off the moped ! We must be responsible for the market!

The boy scout quickly jumped off and immediately took a stance. It seemed to him that he had now become the embodiment of Bruce L in his childish, but no less dangerous version!

- Well, let's go out and measure your strength!

The leader, however, did not fight himself, but nodded to the side:

- Demon, deal with him!

Turning over in a somersault, a boy in a kimono jumped out. Also, apparently, a fighter brought up like a Spartan , barefoot in cool weather and fast. A little older and taller than Vladimir, but also still a very young warrior, with a black belt.

The scout boy was a little embarrassed. He thought that he would have to deal with the next bag, and so, against him, a real professional, dexterous, and not some pumped up mountain of stupid muscles.

Vladimir realized from the movements of the "demon" that this was a very strong opponent and, just in case, took off his sneakers, which were preventing him from feeling the surface of the earth.

This way he will be better able to catch every movement of an agile enemy.

Both boys stood opposite each other and bowed. Other young Fanderovites surrounded them in a ring, leaving a free area for the duel.

The fight began without a signal, Vladimir"s opponent sharply attacked his opponent in the body. The scout boy placed a block and felt the considerable force of the blow. Even my stuffed knuckle tingled. No, this is truly a black belt and an outstanding fighter, and you should muster all your strength to defeat him.

The demon went on the offensive, but Tyorkin , also quite experienced, partially parried and partially retreated from the enemy, trying not to miss the blows.

The crowd of militants around shouted loudly:

- That's it, that's it! Kill the blond one!

- He's a coward! Kill him!

Vladimir felt rage in response and launched a counter-offensive. The enemy"s fist passed casually along his right cheekbone, but Terkin also hit his opponent in the chest, forcing him to wince and retreat.

The blow hit oncoming traffic, Vladimir"s knuckles were imprinted on his bare, tanned, muscular chest.

The demon looked at his opponent with respect for the first time and muttered:

- And you"re not bad at all!

Terkin, putting up a dynamic block, replied:

- And even more dangerous than you think!

The demon went on the offensive again. He tried to deliver more blows with his bare, boyish feet, Vladimir several times placed blocks with his padded shin and giggled, trying to cover up his opponent. But he suddenly missed it from his hand and immediately answered.

Both boys , as the fight progressed, had more bruises, abrasions and bumps. Some blows went off as they should, by the way, in a professional fight. But the scales, fluctuating, could not tilt in one direction or another.

Terkin tried to take the enemy by cunning, but the professional master was not at all simple and created traps on his own. And each new attack either passed in passing or blossomed into bruises on the face. However, the scout boy returned what he received with interest . And he attacked again! In response, missing painful pokes .

Both boys had broken noses and were breathing heavily. The fight became more and more like a gladiatorial fight, or a battle of wrestlers . More and more often, the boys entered into a hold and tried to shake each other with wrestling techniques. They butted heads, but neither yielded to the other. This tough duel was a competition between equals and stubborn ones.

Gradually, not only the young fighters began to get tired, but also the crowd surrounding them. Movements and strikes became more and more sluggish. So the demon, with difficulty, breathing heavily, lifted Terkin onto his shoulders and threw him down. But the karateka"s legs gave way, and he fell, burying his head in the strong press of the scout boy . Vladimir immediately took advantage of his competitor"s mistake and with his legs firmly grabbed the "demon"s" strong neck in a "lock."

This is a choke hold, and a very effective one at that. The enemy in response tried to pinch him, or even squeeze the man"s most sensitive place, but the pressure on the cervical vertebrae turned out to be so strong that the hands of the "demon" automatically hugged the knees of the boy strangling him .

Terkin increased the pressure, connecting the body to the legs and strengthening the neck lever. He fought back desperately. His handsome, although bruised, face began to take on a cherry color, and his vision became extremely cloudy.

Vladimir hissed:

- Knock with your palm that you give up!

"Demon" wanted to answer no, but only gurgling was heard from his constricted throat. It looks like he was completely crushed. Such a technique could generally be fatal, and in the war Vladimir had to kill adults and by no means small men. So it was in vain that the karate boy was stubborn. Although Terkin feels sorry for killing his peer, almost the same age, this is still an enemy - a Fanderite. But enemies are not spared!

The "demon" turned blue in the face and fell silent. Vasily loosened his grip. His opponent was still alive, but unconscious just a little longer, and even his trained vertebrae had broken. Terkin, however, was also exhausted and was unable to get up from extreme fatigue. The boy lay there, breathing heavily, with his leg on the back of his disabled opponent. The fight was not over yet. Although the rules of the fight were not agreed upon in advance, the eldest of the Fanderites shouted:

- Come on, record the victory in wrestling freecall !

Vasily gathered his strength and with a desperate effort pushed his opponent with his beaten, bare feet. It turned over only halfway. I had to catch my breath again and push again so that the karate boy would finally lie on his back. After which, you put your leg on your chest and wait for the judge to slowly approach you. Or a teenager, choosing to play the role of judge. Then he will take it and count down.

A boy with a Cossack forelock on his head knocks slowly and loudly. Vasily feels impatient. Why did the association with the voice of the cuckoo arise in my head? But then the hand with painted nails, looking like a Zaporozhye Cossack guy, hangs in the air and begins to fall. And suddenly, at the third blow, the karate boy jerked sluggishly and threw Vasily"s bare foot off his chest.

through the ranks of the assembled boys and young men. It turned out that the funny spectacle would continue. A feeling of annoyance helped Terkin pull himself together, and he desperately kicked his counterpart in the chin with his calloused, bare, round heel.

He leaned back and became quiet again, lying on his back. And now it"s difficult for him to get up . Vladimir, too, having put his remaining strength into the blow, could not get close to the enemy.

Something was reminiscent of the duel between Chelubey and Peresvet , when both warriors: Tatar and Russian were killed as a result of a desperate clash with spears.

True, Peresvet still stayed in the saddle, and Chelubey flew out. So the Russian army, at the cost of colossal losses, defeated the Mongol-Tatars. And this made it possible to get rid of the harsh yoke.

But now I had to gather myself and concentrate and crawl this meter. Through I can"t, and through extreme fatigue.

In general, Vladimir, who participated in the hardest battles on Fonbass since April 3014, is no stranger to severe physical exertion. And why is he so relaxed and limp? No, we told the fascists, our people will not tolerate Georgian fragrant bread being called the word ford!

Vladimir puffed out his chest and jerked sharply, approaching his opponent. He managed to roll over and this time put his palm on the scratched shield muscles.

The amateur spill referee approached them again. He stood there for a while, indecisive, and then again began to count very slowly and clap as hard as possible near the young warrior"s ear.

He still jerked on the third clap, and the hold was not protected . But the hand did not fold, and the referee, looking at the chieftain, began counting again.

But also even slower than before. The karate boy twitched again.

Vladimir tried to poke his opponent"s temple with his fist, but his tired and weakened hand only slipped from his opponent"s sweaty head. Terkin found himself on his stomach and was breathing heavily again. Then he began to rise with the help of his hands.

The chieftain unexpectedly intervened in the duel, saying with the appearance of reconciliation:

- Okay, it's a draw! - And he extended his wide palm to Terkin . - You have shown yourself to be a strong warrior, and you deserve a worthy place in our gang!

Terkin responded to this with a tired look and, having difficulty staying on his feet:

- Hanging out with you a little, I personally don"t mind , but... In the future, we"ll wait and see!

Vladimir spoke cautiously, as he felt incapable of a serious fight. But to say no right away is a risk of getting serious bream.

Although in general, Terkin could consider that he passed the exam. He fought a real black belt in karate and actually won. Because he remained on his feet, and his opponent was still lying down. Even if it"s a formal victory, not recorded by hold. But who else at his age is capable of such a fight?

Vladimir felt the desire to eat, and this is a sign of renewed strength. A couple of girls rushed to the "demon" and they began to rub the karate boy"s blue face.

The fight, of course, turned out to be a success, and everyone left happy. Bring a glass of some clear liquid to Tyorkin . The boy scout was so tired that he gulped down the entire contents of the car in one gulp and only when he had drained it to the last drop did he suddenly realize that it was vodka.

Two hundred and fifty grams of alcohol is a lot for a mortally tired child, and the boy, unable to withstand the dose, fell into a real, deep alcoholic knockout.

The girls in leather jackets and tattoos picked him up by the arms and legs and carried him into the tent. And the other Fanderites whistled and hooted.

Terkin fell into a heavy and, at the same time, very entertaining dream.

In general, as often happens, you fall from the frying pan into the fire!

And now he is a very muscular boy with very deeply drawn muscles of a childish, but reminiscent of cast steel body. And he is capable of a lot.

Terkin, of course, would never have accepted the fate of the jester of the Goddess of Evil Kali if he had not fulfilled the special task of the Goddess of Love Lada. And for now he had to put up with the role of a jester with this Deity of Hell.

Here is a slave boy who was tortured to death. After the whip, his female trolls and elves were beaten with hot wire. And then they broke all the ribs with pincers red from the heat. How cruel and savage this is.

Both elf girls, having received several minor wounds, also finished off the saber-toothed bear, ending the battle. And the slave girl in panties, who had been tortured to death, was picked up by the rib with a hook and dragged to be devoured by wild beasts.

Vladimir sighed, as always cruelty and violence reigned.

The gladiator girls are gone. After them, the boys began to fight among themselves. Five guys were in red swimming trunks, and five more were in black. Boys of twelve or thirteen years old had no other clothes. They were armed with sabers and daggers. And ten young gladiators fought in battle.

Blood immediately poured out and wounds appeared on the tanned, muscular bodies.

To top it off, the slave girls began throwing hot coals from bronze baskets with silver shovels under the bare feet of the boys. The young gladiators' feet burned and they screamed.

Goddess Kali grinned, she really liked to torment the boys and torture them, and mock them. And this really turned her on. In fact, boys at an age when a beard is not yet growing are very beautiful, and their skin is so smooth, tender and it is so pleasant to set it on fire, or cut it with a whip, or squeeze it with pincers , or pierce it with a needle. And when a little man screams in pain in his ringing voice, it is such a sweet sound and aroma that it is impossible to tell in a fairy tale or describe with a pen.

Someone else's pain is so sweet. Especially if you are torturing a handsome, handsome, muscular and healthy boy. And it"s not bad to torture a girl either. But it is always more pleasant for a female to torment even a small male.

But now the boys are cutting and killing each other, just as the Goddess of Evil Kali likes it.

And when the bare sole of a small man stands on a piece of coal. At a tender age, boys' legs are graceful in shape, and not as rough as those of adult men, and the skin is smooth, clean, and not covered with nasty hair.

That"s why Kali really likes torturing cute boys, it"s much more aesthetically pleasing and enjoyable.

But you can see the battle is quite fleeting. The boys were not even given shields, which would allow them to prolong the battle. And now the winner is on his feet, only one boy in red swimming trunks remains. And then he is so wounded that there is no living space on his muscular body.

Goddess Kali ordered:

- I give life to the winner - finish off the rest!

The slave girls began to bring torches to the bare feet of the defeated boys. Those who remained motionless were grabbed by the ribs with hooks and dragged to feed the menagerie. And those who screamed were finished off with elf bows, or female trolls with crossbow bolts. Yes, this is a brutal showdown.

The flames were licking the mortally wounded slave boys' calloused soles, but washed before the battle.

By the grace of the evil Goddess, the only living boy was given a chocolate cake, and the unfortunate child gladiator took a bite of it. And I felt better and bowed to the guests and the Empress of Hell.

After which, with a rather firm gait, he went home.

Goddess Kali noted:

This is how unsettled the world is,

Fate is such a merciless law...

For boys, life has no value,

And they are simply allowed into the pen!

After which, another duel ... This time an elf girl with three swords fights against two human boys. The boys, about ten or eleven years old, were given wooden sticks as weapons. In swimming trunks and thin, they look like victims. The elf girl is very muscular, beautiful and agile. Her hair, like the flame of an Olympic torch, flutters in the wind. Although there are only three slave boys, their chances do not seem important. More precisely , there are three of them against one girl. But it is clear that she is experienced and strong. She threw a pebble with her bare toes and caught it. Then she crushed it, squeezing the fingers of her lower limbs, showing colossal strength.

Goddess Kali noted:

"Aren"t your opponents too weak, Artemis?"

The girl, quite tall for an elf, nodded in agreement:

- Yes, the boys are small. These are still just children, and they are thin. Maybe it would be better to at least pit teenagers against me?

The Empress of Hell giggled and answered in a thunderous voice:

- This is still an easy warm-up for you. You can just take them and have a good workout! And then, Artemis, you will need to fight a serious battle, risking your life!

The elf girl bowed and answered:

- And this fight will happen, I"m sure!

The signal sounded and the boys blew their horns. And the battle began. Three boys, waving sticks and flashing their small, bare heels, rushed at the elf. She ran the mill with her swords, and the boys flew off their feet. True, they jumped up immediately. The girl kicked one of the gladiator boys in the chest with her bare heel, knocking him down again. Moreover, leaving a bruise on his bare, tanned and bony chest.

The audience clapped...

Terkin whispered:

- This is really not a game by the rules!

The elf girl continued to gallop. She did a somersault and walked on her hands. Then her bare toes grabbed the boy's nose and threw him forward, causing him to splat against the colored tiles.

Artemis sang:

- The cosmic sphere and the machinations of Lucifer!

Goddess Kali roared:

- Don"t remember Lucifer!

Indeed, he is her competitor. And intraspecific struggle is perhaps the most brutal and merciless. And the elf girl continued to spin, and as if she were a winding top. And at the same time she was in no hurry to chop down the boys. Played for the audience. She acted with both energy and a certain dexterity.

Artemis even sang:

How far away in another universe is our native land,

Where the nightingale trills purely and tenderly!

The plain there is adjacent to the mountain!

And snow-white fluff falls from the sky!


After all, everyone"s joy is in the color of the day,

Seeing a cornflower that caresses the eye!

After all, every Elfaslav is our kin,

The Lord rewarded Elf and made him a paradise!


Above the dome of the church domes,

Elfst's cross sparkles above all!

This is not the time for fun, knight,

I don"t see enough action!


Why is our elf spirit,

In trouble you just have to wake up!

When the calm spirit has gone out,

Evil flourishes in laziness and drunkenness!


And we need to strengthen our faith,

And fervently pray to the Lord!

Work hard and don't drink

They are watching every holy face!


Inexorably galloping years,

They set off at a furious gallop!

And time trickles like a wave,

The moments rained down wildly!


You are an elf hero,

Remember, your destiny is to fight!

Conquer the expanse of the universe,

Bring faith in brotherhood to all beings!


And what moves in the darkness,

Like the sound of broken sedge!

There are billions of us on Elfa,

alone in this world !


Let's come to another universe,

Everyone reasonably asked us!

The boundless worlds are the calling,

Serve your love - Elfia!

The elf girl, jumping, struck the boys on the back of the head with her killer legs. And they fell and passed out. The slave girls took the torches and brought them to the bare soles of the boys. And they, screaming, came to their senses. Looking around in fear, they jumped up.

It was obvious that the boys were in pain. Although their bare soles have become rough, they are still alive, and the flames from the torches that the beautiful slaves use are very hot.

Artemis asked Kali:

- Maybe we can save their lives?

The Evil Deity laughed and replied:

- OK! Give them a thousand lashes! If they survive, then when the skin is healthy, they will fight again in the gladiator ring. And if they don"t bear it, then...

The slave girls attacked the slave boys and tied them to punishment posts. And the pillars came out in the large throne room, directly from under the tiles using a mechanism.

And the unfortunate boys, who from early childhood knew only beatings and hard work, were fastened to special children's shackles.

Goddess Kali hissed:

- But for you, Artemis now expects not an easy battle, but a difficult battle!

The elf girl bowed and sang:

We will boldly go into battle,

For the cause of the world...

We will defeat all enemies,

In the fight for it!

. CHAPTER No. 6

After a stormy dream, Elizabeth woke up in prison. And she became even sadder. In addition, my back hurt a lot after lying on the stone slab, and the girl slept for quite a long time.

Drachma winked at her partner with a smile and asked:

- Snila , something combat?

Elizabeth giggled and replied:

- Even very combative!

The Elf Countess noted:

- But the reality is much sadder and vile !

The blonde girl nodded and sang:

Evil cursed reality

It can drive you crazy...

All the power of a formidable atom,

Satan drove into the Earth!

After which, the dungeon door opened with a creak. A barefoot, thin boy gave the beautiful prisoners a jug of milk, porridge and a flatbread. Elizabeth asked:

- What is your name?

The boy did not answer and hurriedly walked away, flashing his heels, on which there were traces of fresh blisters. It looked like the slave boy's bare feet were being scorched.

The girl had a snack. After which, they began to saw their chains again, one link against another. The work went very slowly.

Elizabeth nodded and again plunged into her fantastic and incredible sleep;

This is an interesting question; we can be sincere here.

- Well, with the help of artifacts we can. And on our own we will overtake any Olympic champion. Although, who knows, their influence may end. - Drachma sighed.

The professor asked doubtfully:

- But wouldn"t it turn out that the artifacts will use up energy from frequent use?

- I don't think so. - Elizabeth said. - Yes, and running with your bare, young feet is useful. We are girls after all. And it"s much safer running than in a car.

Abrikosov objected:

- The marshal's security may not understand it that way. Besides, it will be too noticeable if you rush by. And the marshal wanted the meeting to be secret.

Drachma nodded:

- He persuaded us. Indeed, our races give rise to too many unnecessary rumors, and the enemy is not asleep.

Elizabeth suggested with a smile:

- We can rush through the forest, then no one will notice us!

The Nymph Countess shook her seven-colored head:

- This is also very difficult. Branches break. And anyway, why not take a ride.

The blonde girl angrily stamped her bare, chiseled, very seductive foot and growled:

- It"s decided, on the six hundredth Mercedes!

girls headed towards the exit. The day seemed to be going well.

However, it was already getting closer to dinner. The beauties had a snack while walking.

Another surprise awaited them in a large car, much larger than an ordinary Mercedes . Dmitry Polevoy, the former zombie officer has returned. When they drove off, the young man asked questions:

- Well, do you seem to miss me? - He asked.

Elizabeth roared:

- There is no time to be bored and sick!

The young warrior insisted:

- You have the shoulder straps of majors. Apparently, there is a lot of growth in the officer rank.

Drachma remarked harshly:

- Yes, we are not such virgins as to slow down! How have you progressed?

The lieutenant puffed out his chest with pride:

- They promised to give me a captain! Good chances for promotion. Don't forget, this is our past. Let it be glorious, but still the past. And we from the future, therefore, can achieve much more. A different amount of knowledge, more modern training methods. In addition, I served in Alpha Pioneer itself, and this is an indicator.

- Of course! - Drachma was gnawed by curiosity. -Which world do you like best? Ours or this one? The young lieutenant answered confidently:

- Considering that this world did without seventy years of Bolshevik rule, the country has achieved more. In general, Russia is a huge power here, and not a scanty federation like ours.

Elizabeth took it and squeaked:

- Yes, and our country is not small.

The young warrior and former zombie confidently answered:

- But there are more people! Stalin and communist rule generally had a negative impact on the population. And here is a three percent increase per year, isn"t it an indicator?

The drachma took it and grinned:

- From a demographic point of view, everything is fine. What about practical?

And the nymph girl stamped her bare foot.

The lieutenant answered confidently:

- Same! To be honest, I like Zhukov much more than the current president. Georgy Konstantinovich is a seasoned military leader, and our leader is the son of a professor and a Jewish woman! Nobody is afraid of him.

Elizabeth nodded:

- They should be afraid of the President!

Drachma added:

- And this requires a demonstration of force. In general, Stalin was a magnificent tyrant, although outwardly he was not terrible. Physically, he was also not particularly strong, but he was overwhelming with his will.

Dmitry agreed:

- I always respected Stalin, but in this world he turned out to be such a brute. In general, my ancestors served in the police, and my great-grandfather was shot. But I'm not offended by Stalin.

Dmitry wiped a tear from his rosy cheek and added. -

This is the payment for the new world, inevitable.

The nymph girl roared:

- You may be right, but now this Georgian maniac must be stopped. Do you happen to know what the Georgians' weakest point is?

- Stalin is Russian on his father"s side, so he combines different abilities. - Elizabeth noticed. - Actually, I propose the following option. Infiltrate Washington and knock down a big criminal there.

- It is very difficult! - Drachma began - I remember that the Germans were planning an assassination attempt on Stalin, but this leader did not trust anyone. No one knew what car he would get into, what room he would be in. Even the security was in fear. For example, one of the bodyguards moved silently. Stalin decided that he was capable of strangling him with his bare hands. And the security guard found it difficult!

The blonde terminator noted:

- Wow! Many special forces are capable of this. So you can suspect any fighter who has undergone special training .

The nymph countess confirmed, baring her teeth:

- So he found fault with this guy. Looked into my eyes. I didn"t like something and ordered to arrest him. Well, naturally there was a conspiracy, torture, and execution! Before receiving a bullet in the back of the head, the guard shouted: "Long live Stalin!"

- You see what a dedicated person he is to the cause of the party. - Elizabeth smiled sadly.

Drachma couldn"t help but offend her friend:

- And you, Christian believers, are exactly the same.

The blonde terminator puffed out her cheeks:

- Why?

- God doesn't protect you. Dooms to death, torture, death of relatives and friends. And you pray, glorify Him. Think, for example, how many times in life, ordinary people suffer pain. Well, old age is the slowest and most savage torture you can imagine. We understand this purely theoretically, but by creating man and aging, God committed the greatest atrocity in the world. Everything else, hunger, viruses, epidemics, earthquakes, natural disasters, is just a trifle, against the backdrop of age-related changes in the body. Even this terrible coronavirus ! - Drachma's eyes sparkled.

Dmitry Polevoy supported her:

- God behaves worse than Stalin. He largely carries out forced repressions against the dissatisfied minority, and God made everyone mortal, and even ugly and decrepit over the years, especially women, who are such witches and fear people . And most importantly, it is impossible to find a person who has not felt his own pain, or someone else"s, physical or moral.

Drachma added:

- That's exactly how you can do this to your children. Doomed to monstrous torment. It"s a sin to even hit a child, but here there is such a strange fanaticism, something that doesn"t fit well with the higher mind.

Elizabeth objected:

- A loving parent raises his children, including through punishment.

Drachma was skeptical:

- We see punishment, and not proportionate, but where is education. The very fact that there are three thousand Christian denominations, or sects, speaks of how neglected education and upbringing are. In addition, parents should not let their children go and hide from them. Why doesn't God reveal himself to his offspring? Where is the logic?

Elizabeth wanted to answer, as priests usually do: They say that for sinners the discovery of God will be tantamount to death, but she did not do this. It doesn"t sound convincing, isn"t the presence of parents supposed to add confidence and courage to children, protect them, not kill them. Even if the children are not obedient, how nice it is for them to lean against the big and powerful parent"s knee. To feel the touch of a strong hand on the hair, to listen to edification personally from the Great Father, and not from intermediaries, who, conceived , are worse than the sinners themselves. After all, most Orthodox priests are as sinful as the world they preach to. Protestants are stricter in this regard, but they are also far from saints. So Elizabeth chose to change the topic of conversation. She caught a fly in flight with her bare foot, wanted to crush it, but thought that it was not good to kill a living creature, even one like a fly that carries infection and germs, and let it go.

After which the girl said:

- The Lord is great and wise, if he does not reveal himself, it means that there are reasons incomprehensible to you sinful people. Let's talk about weapons instead. In particular, the Obolensky is in many ways similar to the Kalashnikov, but has a slightly smaller caliber, a slightly higher initial rate of fire, and a similar length.

- And why? - Drachma asked.

The blonde girl noted:

- The channel is smoother and there is an additional accelerator when moving explosives. That is, it is slightly better than the early Kalash models and almost as good as the later ones.

The Countess-nymph took it and noted:

- I suggested combining their useful qualities. - Elizabeth looked at the prism dangling on the spring. - I mean "Kalashnikov" and "Abakan", as well as the M-16, creating an outstanding rifle. - And I succeeded in something. In general, the Russian army has taken the path of increasing the rate of fire of machine guns, in which case, if it comes to a big war, there will simply be catastrophic supply problems .

Elizabeth interrupted her:

"But you can"t think of anything better than an annihilation pulse laser." Maybe a gravilaser.

- What is this? - Drachma was surprised.

The beauty with hair as white as snow, lightly sprinkled with gold powder, answered:

- Know-how of military thought! Imagine, photons have energy ten to the fortieth power greater than gravity. If we translate into values more acceptable to people, then ten sextillion quintillion times than the gravitational nature. And at the same time, gravity penetrates everywhere , the entire universe is held together by it, and in black holes photons are powerless against it. What if you combine both of these constants, the speed of the beam will increase from about ten to five hundred trillion times compared to light. And the power... Can you imagine what a monstrous pressure a graviolazer will create on an ordinary object. Interatomic bonds will be subject to incredible gravitational influence, and the armor of the starship will simply crack. Even with a relatively small pistol it will be possible to destroy the most powerful ships, air or sea. In addition, selective exposure with a wide beam, cutting entire star armadas with colossal power, is not excluded.

Drachma interrupted Elizabeth.

-You speak as if we are already waging space wars.

The blonde girl replied:

- I believe war in space is inevitable.

The Nymph Countess smiled skeptically:

- How does this fit in with the Bible?

Elizabeth said with a sweet smile:

- The revelation of the theologian John speaks of a great cosmic battle. Perhaps these are images of future star battles. Just as a third of the stars went dark, that is, they were captured by the devil's power.

Drachma, playing with her bare, muscular calves, noted:

- If you interpret it this way, then I agree. There will be star wars, such is the nature of man, and not only him. In general, I would like to visit other worlds, otherwise it"s a bit boring here.

Dmitry Polevoy looked at the road. There was a crater nearby and a tree had fallen onto the roadway, blocking the path. The armored Mercedes stopped.

The lieutenant exclaimed:

- Looks like we've arrived!

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes:

- I see two snipers in ambush. Or rather, three!

Drachma noted:

- This is also one of the lone saboteurs. Moreover, the tree was mined so that it would explode if anyone wanted to remove it.

Dmitry asked:

- So what are you going to do?

The Nymph Countess roared:

- We"ll kill two snipers. We'll take one prisoner and disarm the mine.

The young man confirmed:

- Great idea.

Elizabeth took it and clarified:

- Two are not professional enough, optical sights give off glare, and the third is in the shadows, apparently a specialist.

Drachma confirmed:

- So we"ll take him prisoner.

The girls jumped out of the armored car with the speed of caresses, simultaneously firing offhand. They managed to hit their counterparts before they reacted. The beauties crawled through the bushes very quickly, like snakes, trying to grab the third one. He turned out to be smart and did not shoot at the almost elusive target. Hidden.

But Dmitry decided to jump out and almost died, he was saved only by the fact that Elizabeth was a hundredth of a second ahead of the enemy, hitting the rifle, knocking down the sight.

Then she threw a piece of glass with her bare foot, cutting the mosquito into two parts, and said:

- I'm shooting accurately! Passing it in absentia!

The girls sped up. The paratrooper decided to run away, he began to crawl back, but the girls overtook him. Moreover, at the same time. One grabbed her by the legs, the other by the throat.

- Well, where! - Drachma grinned. - Do you want to tickle your throat?

The prisoner was, apparently, half Asian, half European, with rather pleasant features.

- You are so beautiful! - He said. - I am glad that I was captured by such delightful girls.

- We don"t mind having fun with you either, man. - Drachma flicked him on the nose. - I really don"t mind, but I don"t have time. Come with us into the car and tell us what you know. You appear to be a senior lieutenant.

He muttered:

- Yes, magnificent.

- Am I not beautiful? - Elizabeth was indignant.

The officer stammered:

- You are no worse! I love blondes.

The warrior with pearly hair puffed up :

- What am I missing?

The prisoner whined:

- Honestly?

Elizabeth blurted out:

- Yes!

The officer groaned:

- Too tanned, chocolate. So tasty though.

The nymph countess muttered:

- We need to teach the boor !

Elizabeth slapped his forehead with her palm.

Drachma picked up her counterpart on her shoulders and ran. It's very fast, the girls jumped into the car. Elizabeth paused a little while disarming the mine and threw the pine tree aside. Then, with a blow from her bare heel, she broke a rather thick trunk like a match.

- Now we're done with this.

The Mercedes drove off, cutting through the air. Elizabeth examined the weapon. The rifle was unusual, on hinges, that is, it could be fired from cover, the muzzle curved. Decent optics with night vision device. Apparently, great stopping power. And the bullets are special, feather, made from many layers of metal. Of course, they are terribly expensive, but they are capable of penetrating almost any body armor. In principle, they could also try the armored glass of a car. True, perfect tinting forced us to shoot blindly.

- A very good weapon! - Elizabeth noticed.

Drachma confirmed:

- Yes, apparently expensive, and there are not many of them in the American army.

The blonde terminator replied:

- We need to find out whether this was a hunt specifically for us.

The nymph-countess took it and noted:

- I don"t rule out something like this!

Elizabeth nodded:

- Checking won't hurt!

Drachma decided to interrogate the prisoner. At the same time, she injected several needles into his head, turning off some lobes of the brain, creating a reporting zone.

Elizabeth yawned:

-Interrogating zombies is pretty boring.

The nymph countess roared:

- It's okay, I'll find out something.

Drachma managed to find out something. True, the main thing is that the lieutenant did not seem to know whether the Red Yankee command knew about their existence. Although he said that there are rumors in the CSA army that space aliens are helping the Russians.

A gurgling sound was heard:

- The Ministry of Honor and Rights is rampant! Many officers were arrested, including my immediate superior. There are also rumors about new weapons developed by Russian scientists.

Drachma muttered:

- What are the data on the army"s fuel supply?

Also grunting in response:

- Extremely contradictory. But I know that some tanks, especially the super-heavy IS-7, were dragged on oxen.

Elizabeth asked:

- What kind of tank is the IS-7?

He answered willingly:

- Seven-turret , weight three hundred and fifty tons, eight cannons and sixteen machine guns.

Drachma exclaimed:

- Wow, a battery on wheels!

Also muttering in response:

- They say that the Russians will be intimidated by just the sight of him.

Elizabeth logically noted:

- But not a single bridge will hold up.

The zombie warrior blurted out:

- It's underwater!

Drachma noted with a pleased look:

- Well, this gives some chances.

The officer said a lot more useful things. In particular, the fact that the enemy abandoned several landing groups, and the fact that the Yankees, despite the losses, still want to launch a counterattack, although this time from the side of the fortified Zidrig line .

The nymph girl asked:

- Is this reasonable? Maybe this is misinformation. Attacking a fortified strip is suicide.

Elizabeth logically remarked:

- This is typical for Stalin. And barrage detachments come from behind and shoot in the back those who do not run fast enough towards the enemy.

Drachma found out that the lieutenant is half Japanese, half French and is not very fond of communist ideology. Life in France has become worse, especially for those with white skin. People were imprisoned at the slightest denunciation, and often without denunciation at all; it was enough to be a relative of the repressed. There were not enough camps, and stadiums and portable centers were adapted for them. Torture and wild fear flourished.

A pleading sound was heard:

- Many will perceive the arrival of the Russian army as liberation. And then many French units will throw down their weapons.

Drachma asked insinuatingly:

- How is your food supply?

The officer answered hoarsely:

- Hunger! Bread on cards. Everything is strictly limited.

The Nymph Countess exclaimed angrily:

- This is what they have brought the people to!

The girls could have lamented for a long time when the buildings of Hamburg appeared in front of them. They were met at the entrance by checkpoint soldiers. They checked the documents and let us through. They couldn"t see the girls, since they had covered themselves with tinted glass at the driver"s request.

Drachma said without appeal:

- They have no reason to see you.

Security is tight. Even a heavy tank with a one hundred and thirty millimeter caliber gun is visible.

- This one will crush the IS-7. - Elizabeth stated.

The Nymph Countess added:

- If there are a lot of towers, then there are problems with the reservation.

The girls noticed that there was destruction in the city. It was recently bombed. Some buildings were still smoking. Various teams took part in the fire, many of them consisting of teenagers. Despite the coolness, some of the children were barefoot and wearing shorts.

Elizabeth noted:

- It"s well organized here!

- Be careful, there may be mines. - Dmitry Polevoy warned.

- What are we, scumbags without a clue? - Drachma was indignant. "We ourselves know what"s what, but it"s already known that the enemy can scatter who knows what."

Elizabeth screamed:

- Look!

A little girl reached out her hand to an abandoned toy in the shape of a cute giraffe. At that moment, something exploded in the hands of the unsuspecting child. The shrapnel cut a girl and seriously wounded two boys about seven years old scurrying nearby, and hit a girl, hardly older than sixteen.

- Those bastards ! - Elizabeth screamed. "Only demon-possessed creatures can do this to small children."

Drachma noted:

- There is more than one toy like this. - The girls shot upside down when the snub-nosed blond-haired boy reached for the bear. It looks like she managed to shoot off the detonator; the child turned out to be not a coward , stroking the bullet-ridden bear with her hand.

- You"re good, my woody one! - The boy said and, as it seemed to the girls, winked.

Elizabeth leaned out of the Mercedes and shouted in a thunderous, specially trained voice:

- Children, do not touch unfamiliar toys. Adults, keep a close eye on your children.

In response, there was a roar of approval and shouts of warning. The police ran away, inspecting the traps. Elizabeth burst into tears:

"I will never forgive myself for the fact that the girl died." Well, how can you come up with such chaos ?

- They say the Nazis did this! - Drachma said, grinning her teeth angrily . - Although there is no practical sense in this. After all, by the time the killed children grow up, the war will end.

- But if a child becomes crippled, then it will be a great burden for the warring state. Think for yourself how much care and crutches cost. - Elizabeth noticed and sighed.

The nymph countess agreed:

- Yes, there is a rational grain in this. I remember we were taught that sometimes it is better to wound than to kill, especially if you break bones. This also distracts part of the team from the pursuit. The same wounded person needs to be evacuated to the hospital.

The blonde terminator agreed:

- This is arithmetic. He wounded six, twelve people were carried on stretchers.

Drachma, perking up, noted:

- Yes! But this is typical for current wars. For future space conflicts, special medical capsules controlled by computers will be used. In addition, the recovery of the wounded will occur very quickly, so that the order will be given more quickly: kill!

Elizabeth agreed:

- Yes, most likely progress will only harden characters. This proves the existence of the devil. And if there is darkness, then there is light!

The Nymph Countess giggled and noted:

- Or, most likely, the ruthless theory of evolution. By the way, if not only bodies, but also bioplasma are subject to evolution, then why not an immortal soul appear. By the way, you haven"t had time to argue with that young man yet. After all, Adventists do not believe in the immortality of the soul.

The blonde warrior grinned:

- And completely in vain! I know examples when the soul left the body and traveled through the worlds. These facts have been established and proven by science, recorded by FSB laboratories. There is nothing left to cover here.

Drachma logically noted:

- How to say! Maybe this is not the soul that the church has in mind.

Elizabeth did not argue:

- Maybe! Moreover, each church has a slightly different idea of the afterlife.

The car almost collided with another, the driver barely managed to turn away.

- What a bastard ! - The driver cursed through his teeth.

Drachma did not stand it, she jumped out as she walked and overtook the impudent man with a couple of jumps . As it turned out, the general himself was driving. That didn"t stop the girl from breaking open the door with her finger and delivering a heavy slap to the face. To top it all off, the eminent driver reeked of fumes. He screamed:

- Take the bitch!

The adjutants jerked and sank. Drachma stopped the car and dragged the general out by the scruff of the neck.

- You seem to have completely forgotten how to be polite. Come on, kiss my feet!

The girl handed him her bare, tanned foot, covered with a light coating of dust from rapid running.

- Fuck you! - The general swore. And then he groaned from unbearable pain in the joint. Drachma knew what she was doing.

The girl with the seven-colored hairstyle roared:

- Well, now you"ll kiss me! Or you will become a cripple.

The general croaked:

- Will!

The nymph countess roared:

- Then let!

Such beautiful, impeccably shaped legs as those of the Drachma girl are even pleasant for a man to kiss. It's not like enduring severe pain. He tried his best.

- Each finger separately, with sponges. And now the heel! - She commanded.

Elizabeth approached her:

- Is it worth humiliating him like that? After all, this is a general!

The girl with the seven-color hairstyle yelled:

- First of all, he is a man, which means he must be responsible for his actions. And in general, let Lizonka kiss you too.

The general froze, and Drachma twisted his wrist:

- Come on.

The bureaucrat had to bend down to Elizabeth"s bare feet, although rather clean, washed in a puddle. They were warm, pleasant to the touch, only slightly harsh. Despite many blows, and during training, the fingers were hit with a hammer to give them hardness, they are as chiseled as a princess"s. The general kissed even with excessive fervor.

The boys around him whistled, everyone had fun watching the dignitary humiliate himself.

- Enough! - Drachma said. "That"s fine with us, besides, your mouth isn"t particularly clean." You can go.

After that, the girls demonstratively rinsed their feet in the puddle. We sat down and drove back without haste and in comfort.

The young officer asked:

- Don't you think that you have made yourself a mortal enemy in the person of the lieutenant general ?

- No, I do not think so. The lieutenant general is not the last bird, but he is not an eagle. - Drachma noticed.

- No matter how much you feed the goose, the gyrfalcon will not drown! - Elizabeth agreed. - Especially when there are two of us! And each one is worth an entire army.

- Don't know! But before an important task, it"s better not to leave any tails behind. - Dmitry noticed. - Especially the generals.

The city was big, actually a millionaire. Some modern buildings were as big as skyscrapers. There are not very many cars on the streets, apparently due to the proximity of the front. The soldiers are also not too colorful, most are at the front, preparing for an offensive. The Government Quarter is moderately luxurious, full of ancient buildings. Apparently, the headquarters is located somewhere here.

The driver was given the command over the radio:

- Get down underground!

The garage door opened and the car drove down.

Finding herself in semi-darkness, Elizabeth said:

"For some reason, all the headquarters are trying to hide deeper , although on the surface maneuverability is much better.

The nymph girl clarified:

- At what plan?

The blonde warrior replied:

- How Saddam Hussein did it: dissolving among the civilian population and, at the same time, leading the defense.

- It was a strong political move. - Drachma noticed.

The girls quickly put on their shoes, got out of the car and headed down the corridor. It went smoothly down and twisted slightly in a spiral. Outwardly, it looked like a metro station, mysterious candelabra, masks of animals and demons. Everything looked very interesting, as if a mysterious twilight reigned in the cannibal"s dungeon.

Elizabeth noted:

- There are pictures of knightly fights here. Quite beautiful, especially when the warriors break their spears at once.

Drachma agreed:

- German knights are quite strong guys. Among them there were quite a few heroes, although, in general, the Slavs were considered stronger.

The blonde terminator noted:

- Look how heavy the armor is, you need a lot of health to carry it around.

The Nymph Countess cooed:

- I agree, Lizonka. Not too little! But this does not improve dexterity in battle.

Elizabeth noted:

- At one time, German knights were beaten on Lake Peipus and in the Battle of Grunwald .

Drachma grinned and replied:

- I know! However, there were disagreements about the losses; in the entire order there were not five hundred knights, and not more than two hundred. But it must be said that starting a campaign against Rus' at a time when Europe was subjected to Batu"s invasion is complete madness.

A shepherd dog ran past the girls, sniffed them and wagged its tail. The reason was that the girls had almost no smell. An extra smell betrays you as a saboteur, and it is even more difficult to commit sabotage. The girls, silently stepping with strong legs, passed by, deigning the dog only with a casual nod of their heads. The guards saluted them.

- Here! The marshal is waiting for you there!

- The troops are waiting for orders, and the marshal is waiting for us! This is universal balance. - Drachma said.

Elizabeth added:

- Like a desert waiting for rain!

They walked fifty meters along the corridor, saluted the guards and finally entered the marshal's spacious, but no-frills office. Peter the Great on horseback and with a saber, the hilt of which was studded with diamonds, Suvorov with a telescope, and Marshal Zhukov at the controls of the plane looked from the wall. Portraits of not the worst artists in oil with a phosphorus additive; it glowed in the twilight of the office. Quite cheerful himself, looking younger than his age, Vasilevsky greeted the girls with a smile.

The voice of the famous commander was soft and there were patronizing notes in it:

- However, you are not wasting time! And you advance Russian science, and you caught the language!

Elizabeth made an expressive gesture:

- How else. Homeland, this is too important for us, and for everyone. We couldn't do otherwise.

Vasilevsky confirmed:

- Of course! - Two companies were mowed down. It's amazing how you can shoot like that.

Drachma stated:

- Well, not right away, of course, but over time many can reach this level. I even think very many. We need techniques. In addition, we ourselves have not reached our limit. Still very young girls.

The marshal confirmed with a sigh:

- I know! In general, this is not an easy decision, but they said that Stalin had prepared a terrible weapon, a ship with a thousand megaton hydrogen bomb.

Elizabeth nodded with her golden head:

- Yes! He has such a thing.

The commander noted:

- Great, or rather, tragic. We really need you here, but I don"t know who is better capable of completing such a task than you.

Drachma exclaimed:

- Do you want us to find and defuse the bomb?

Vasilevsky confirmed:

- That's it! Catch on the fly.

- It was obvious to us when you called the miracle - the girls to your place. - Said the Countess-nymph.

- Certainly! In this case, we are talking about the fate of Europe and the European part of Russia. - Said the marshal.

Elizabeth cooed:

- The latter is already clear to us. Let's get down to business. We first need to get to England.

Marshall nodded:

- We will use an experimental high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft to transport you. I hope you can handle the jump well in a rarefied environment, or is it better to go down?

- Up to twenty kilometers there are no problems. If it is higher, you may start to feel dizzy. - Elizabeth said.

Vasilevsky seemed pleased:

- Well, if so , then wonderful. In general, studying the characteristics of your body is unique. Yes, if you end up with the enemy and are tortured? For example, will they burn the bare sole with a red-hot electric stove?

- We feel pain, but we are quite capable of localizing it! - Drachma stated with complete confidence. - We will not be split!

The marshal said doubtfully:

- And the fear of death?

Elizabeth, also very confidently, said:

- Personally, this doesn"t scare me. The soul cannot be captured or enslaved!

Elizabeth stated with pathos:

- And me too! Although, this is not a question of religion, but of retribution!

The famous commander nodded:

- Well, I believe you. Under what guise will you penetrate the location of enemy troops?

Elizabeth said slowly:

- It will depend on the specific situation. Each time there will be something new and improvisation.

- Routine is destructive in intelligence. - Drachma added.

The Hero of Russia asked with a satisfied look:

- So that's great! Do you need makeup?

- Let's grab something. - Said Drachma. - In general, I think that initially you need to take on the appearance of black girls.

Marshal Vasilevsky could hardly contain his chuckle:

- Do you want to become black women?

The nymph-countess puffed up :

- Yes! And why does this surprise you?

The commander noted:

- Not at all, although it"s so exotic.

-Have you read Uncle Tom's Cabin? - Drachma asked.

- Yes! - The marshal answered. - An excellent work, quite subtly shows the experiences of various characters, the gap between masters and slaves. The suffering of ordinary people and children.

Elizabeth answered with delight:

- Right! But imagine, Africans have long been an oppressed nation, descendants of slaves, and now they have received freedom. And not only freedom, but actually more rights than whites. Formally, the CSA has equal rights among races, but in fact, African-Americans are trusted with all leadership positions.

Marshall remarked:

- Blacks are not idiots, as some people think. This is the oldest human race on Earth, and has quite good abilities. In particular , we have a large number of blacks studying in Moscow.

Drachma replied:

- Yes, I don"t consider them fools , but any other race raises strong suspicions. In addition, Stalin, I noticed, is trying to promote women to leadership positions. This was also typical in Soviet times, when a large number of milkmaids and weavers sat on the presidium of the Supreme Council.

Vasilevsky confirmed:

- Yes, there are many black women among the deputies in the CSA. They also exist among the military. True, the Red Yankees protect women and do not let them into the thick of things, but there are a lot of them among the overseers in the concentration camps. Yes, and in intelligence.

- So we will play the role of black women, everything will be done clearly. - Said Drachma - You, Lizonka, I hope you won"t let us down?

- In no case! - Said the blonde girl.

-How will you keep in touch with us? - Asked the marshal.

Drachma answered confidently:

- We have miniature transmitters. We have produced special plates that allow us to intercept signals, even using modern, imperfect technology.

Vasilevsky said with a smile:

- This is good! I see you have thought of everything.

The Nymph Countess roared:

- Certainly! It"s not for nothing that we"re cool girls, we"re not used to standing on the sidelines!

The marshal said in a colder tone:

- Fine! Just try to do it in the minimum amount of time. We are very concerned about communist China. If such a strong country opens a second front, we will have a very bad time. In any case, an offensive in Alaska will become impossible, which means the war will drag on. The enemy will be able to develop ballistic missiles, from which, unlike aviation, there will be no escape. Death of cities in a nuclear hurricane.

- We allocate three days, maximum five, for the entire operation. - Elizabeth said in a peremptory tone. "If we don"t get it done, we"ll cut off one of our fingers."

- Come on, this is nonsense! - Said the marshal. - To disfigure such wonderful hands as those of fairies.

The blonde girl answered with a smile:

- How to say! Yakuza example! Also, don't worry, your fingers will grow back just as good as before .

The commander objected, slamming his fist on the table:

- Anyway, this is not the point!

- Lizonka has a peculiar sense of humor. - Drachma interrupted. - It suggests pretentious expressions. In fact, I think three days is enough. After all, we are great aces-terminators in intelligence.

Vasilevsky exclaimed:

- Then act energetically!

The Nymph Countess exclaimed:

- Believe me, your dream of global prosperity is as close as ever to fulfillment.

Elizabeth asked somewhat timidly:

- Before I set off, I would like to receive a blessing from the priest. Best from the Metropolitan.

The marshal frowned:

- Your mission is sacred, and I would not like to increase the circle of initiates .

The blonde babbled uncertainly:

- But the Orthodox priest won"t give him away.

Vasilevsky stated in a colder tone:

- How to say! At one time, many priests blessed Batu Khan - and Stalin himself studied at the seminary. "But the tone of the famous commander softened. - Well, okay, Metropolitan Alexei is supposed to visit Hamburg, maybe he has already arrived for the consecration of a large Orthodox church. A good man, he has been cooperating with us for a long time, an ardent anti-communist, he anathematized Stalin. He will bless you for your holy work.

Drachma waved it off:

- I do not need it! I don't believe. A convinced atheist.

And the nymph girl ( who had forgotten in her sleep that she was a relative of the pagan gods!) angrily stamped her foot, seductive in perfection and harmony of lines.

Elizabeth objected:

- There will be no harm from this. Only benefit.

Drachma stated:

- Just don"t talk about what you assigned to us. Out of harm's way. And who knows, these priests, the apostle betrayed Christ himself for only thirty pieces of silver. And if they offer us a fortune, they will hand us over too.

Vasilevsky calmly stated:

- Nobody knows the details of your mission except me and Zhukov. Everyone else is just a performer. And they instructed us, they will fulfill it. Including the pilot who will throw you off. As for the blessing, I can give you no more than an hour. Time is too limited. And it is desirable that both receive it.

- I am, was and will always be a convinced atheist! - Drachma said in a harsh tone.

The marshal answered with a grin:

- You know, in modern Russia, atheism is a career-ender. Although, to be honest, I also doubt Orthodoxy.

- Didn"t you graduate from seminary? - Elizabeth asked. - I read your biography and memoirs.

Vasilevsky confirmed, raising his voice:

- Yes, I finished! But he did it for the sake of a civilian career, and not because of excessive religiosity. In general, at the beginning of the twentieth century, Darwin's theory of evolution and atheism were fashionable among young people. This was considered quite modern, in keeping with the spirit of freedom.

The blonde girl noted:

- And it led to a revolution!

The marshal logically confirmed:

- Yes, it"s not fashionable now. Although the theory of evolution is taught here and there. Many priests adhere to it. There is also a theory of rupture and connection. In any case, creationists have problems with the layers in the earth. However, there is already such a jungle going on here that it is difficult to make sense of it.

- Without a bottle! - Drachma joked.

The marshal called, his face lit up with a smile:

- Metropolitan Alexei has already arrived. So Lizonka go to him, and you Drachma, so as not to waste time, write something else on the topic of discoveries and developments. The main thing is, don"t skip the details, scientists will figure it out.

Elizabeth listened to the Metropolitan"s voice on the phone. It was a pleasant bass, the power of the priest was felt.

- Okay, I will perform the consecration ceremony. - He said. - But why such urgency?

- A military secret! - Marshal Vasilevsky answered seriously.

The Metropolitan answered softly:

- If so, then I don"t dare object.

Elizabeth bowed.

- I'm going!

The commander said calmly:

- They will escort you.

She was accompanied by a special forces officer . They raced like greyhounds; naturally, Elizabeth spared her counterpart. He, however, was a master of sports and had difficulty holding on. They drove up to the church quickly, and Elizaveta got behind the wheel herself. There were few oncoming cars, and the girl almost broke off the pedal. She put so much pressure on her. The temple was large, but one of the domes was damaged as a result of an air raid.

True, not much, since most likely it was a mounted bomb of the kind that are hung on the wing of a fighter. Elizabeth crossed herself three times and whispered the prayer "Our Father."

Then she headed to the temple.

There was no service and she was alone. The Metropolitan did not greet her with a kind glance.

Of course, a wonderfully beautiful girl, breathing sexuality, in a military uniform, with an unusually bright hair color. She looked humble, but at the same time she smiled from the full width of her mouth, in which large pearl teeth shone. Or rather, even the purest pearls cannot shine like that. The Lord was confused:

- My young child, what do you want?

The honey blonde girl bowed and chirped:

- Sanctify me, father, bless me for exploits in the name of the Motherland.

- Well, that's a good request. - The Metropolitan examined the major"s shoulder straps; Elizabeth modestly hid the order. -Are you sent by Marshal Vasilevsky himself?

The angel in the flesh humbly answered:

- Yes, sir.

The Prince of the Church said in a soft tone:

- Well, okay, get on your knees and pray. I will perform the ceremony.

. CHAPTER No. 7.

Elizabeth half closed her eyes; a mysterious twilight reigned in the church. The Metropolitan read prayers and sprinkled holy water. The girl listened to them and felt elation. It seemed to her that it was quite possible to move mountains and melt the skies. If thoughts are turned to Christ and the Motherland.

- Lord, give us the strength to win! - She whispered, kneeling, and her bare, clean, round heels shone like a mirror in the flame of candles.

The blonde chirped barely audibly:

May the Lord grant you success,

One for all Russians!

We will defeat our enemies

Without wasting any more words!

Her lips whispered. An alarm sounded. Sirens howled, which meant there was another raid on the city. The consecration ceremony is not too long, and the Metropolitan was in a hurry to finish it.

"The Lord, I heard your prayer, and the girl will be successful in a difficult military task." - Vladyka finished with a thunderous, juicy bass.

At that moment a bomb crashed almost nearby. The domes of the Orthodox church shook and several icons fell. Elizabeth jumped up.

And she exclaimed loudly:

- Sorry father. It's time to crush your enemies.

The Metropolitan was surprised:

- How will you do this, child?

- From a machine gun!

Indeed, at the entrance, Elizabeth noticed an armored personnel carrier with a machine gun, which was guarding the temple.

In general, Elizabeth understood that a simple machine gun might not be able to cope with a large strategic bomber. Especially such as the "Flying Fortress", in particular, with the aircraft "LIS" - 6. LIS - stands for Flying Joseph Stalin. But an anti-aircraft heavy machine gun is quite capable if it hits very accurately. In the armor joints, in the glass, the end of the fuselage, under the wheels. Here, in any case, is an overwhelming chance.

They fired at the bombers. Sometimes they hit, sometimes they missed. But overall, it was the grandfather of air defense. There were no modern missile systems. So Elizabeth had to shoot, relying on the rebound and her phenomenal intuition.

- To hit correctly, the bullet must be in my heart! Or rather, a complete feeling of an unbroken whole. - Elizabeth whispered.

And the girl firmly rested on the pavement slabs with her tenacious legs, like baboon paws.

Surprisingly, she succeeded. Two FOX-5s were shot down in the first seconds. The next one was "LIS" - 4. It was more difficult with the heavily armored "LIS" - 6. This aircraft was well protected, but due to excess weight it lost in maneuverability. However, Elizabeth, using the ricochet principle, hit the nozzle.

- There is one! - She said when she saw the smoke.

She turned around and thrust again:

- There is a second one!

The bullets caused detonation, crippling the engines in the reaction mixture.

- And the third! - Elizabeth was delighted. The plane began to lose altitude and collapse. The last burst disabled all four engines. At the same time , the girl"s fingers trembled from tension. "LIS" 6 - weighed more than seventy tons, and could carry up to twenty tons of bomb load. It was from such an aircraft that a hydrogen bomb was dropped on the Ruhr region.

The girl took aim at another plane of the same class. Or rather, she didn"t aim, but hit on a whim. This time "FOX" - 6 was destroyed even faster. The next one was FIS - 5, and then two FIS -4, and the October bomber - 7. There were also those shot down by anti-aircraft guns. In general, it is incredibly difficult to shoot down, even taking into account that the machine gun is 17 mm, because the planes are at high altitude and rush at incredible speed.

The girl hit three more cars as the others backed away, out of range.

- Well, the " commies " got it! - Elizabeth summed it up. - Still, what a fool Drachma was, she missed out on such entertainment. They say it right , don"t skimp on prayer and treatment.

The following happened in this world: since Stalin escaped from exile in the USA and already there, during the Great Depression, staged a revolution, more precisely, an armed rebellion and came to power, then he was no longer in the USSR. And the White Guards won the civil war, and very quickly. But Zhukov and Vasilevsky made their careers in bourgeois Russia.

This explains why in the USA the communist regime is very bloody and repressive, while in Russia it is a bourgeois, albeit authoritarian, democracy.

The girl headed to the church. The Metropolitan tried to hang back the icon of St. Generalissimo Suvorov. Seeing Elizabeth, he said:

"Weren"t you scared, my daughter?"

The blonde warrior answered confidently:

- No! Rather, it"s even pleasant. Killing barbarians who destroy temples for the good of God.

Bishop Alexey noted:

- That's right, my daughter! You are creating redemption.

The beauty with golden hair nodded:

- Trying!

The Metropolitan said emphatically softly:

- I was warned, you have too little time. So I can answer no more than a couple of questions.

Elizabeth, unable to resist, blurted out:

- Father, who are the Seventh Day Adventists?

The Lord narrowed his eyes:

- Heretics and sectarians!

The blonde warrior said pleadingly:

- But they accurately predicted the future. Especially in my world, and in yours too.

The Metropolitan frowned:

- You apparently mean Ellen White?

Elizabeth nodded and said passionately:

- Even if it"s hers! In particular, she predicted earthquakes and natural disasters. When the USA was still a minor country, the future of a superpower and its fatal role for humanity. She had many wonderful things, including predictions about television and the Internet.

Vladyka Alexei nodded:

- Of course, she was a strong prophetess, but Satan can also predict the future. Remember many sages, including Eastern ones, or gurus, or even Nostradamus - not a biblical prophet. And Ellen White did not recognize many Orthodox canons and icons.

- The Bible also does not recognize the worship of relics and icons. This paganism, even the image of the copper serpent, God ordered to be destroyed when it became a model for worship. - Elizabeth said.

The Metropolitan's voice became stricter:

- Oh, yes, you picked up the Protestant heresy, I suppose you read Baptist literature against icons and relics.

The blonde girl said passionately:

- I read everything! I know all religions. I read very quickly, I can devour a book the size of The Three Musketeers and Twenty Years Later combined in a minute !

Vladyka Alexei nodded:

- That's your problem in knowledge. Yes, maybe these icons are not according to the Bible, but practice and miracles confirm the truth and the need to worship them. In general, my daughter, you are in a hurry and when you complete the task, we will talk about everything in detail and in detail. At your age, major is a very respectable rank, and for completing such an important mission you will be at least a colonel and with the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called.

The blonde girl bowed and almost ran out of the temple. She saw that the Metropolitan was not happy with her. Elizabeth, however, was not particularly upset by this. She was much more pleased that machine guns showed themselves to be powerful weapons, even against air power. Now we had to go back to fly to the front line.

The evening sunset of the luminary in this universe very much reminded the girl of her world. It was beautiful, it seemed like forget-me-nots were blooming in my soul. And the rays shimmer like swords, shedding blood. At such a moment you think, life is good, and why is this damned war necessary? Isn't land enough for Stalin? In general, Russia fought most of its wars as number two; it was not what it wanted, but was forced upon it. However, there were also victories. The period from one thousand six hundred and eighteen to one thousand eight hundred and fifty three. For a quarter of a millennium, Russia has not lost more than one war and only occasionally lost individual battles. And most importantly, which wars were won. They beat Napoleon, Frederick the Great, and almost all nations of the world, except England. In general, this is the country to which you will fly. The only empire against which Russia has never won a war. Although, in general, there were no direct military conflicts with the United States, only indirect ones. However, in general, we must admit that the Russians lost the Cold War.

- Yes, now we have a decisive revenge ahead of us. - Elizabeth said, accelerating the car to the limit.

She took off her shoes again. Her bare, ideal, regularly shaped feet very deftly pressed both the pedals and the levers.

Having met with Drachma, Elizabeth did not forget to talk about the air raid and the planes she shot down.

The blonde terminator said passionately:

- You've lost a lot! It"s the feeling you get when you fire a machine gun. You shoot down enemy vehicles that seem invulnerable. "FOX" -6, this is the value.

Drachma agreed:

- Of course, that's great . That's why machine guns were created, to kill. This is both the goal and the design of a combat dream. In general, girl, by talking about new types of weapons, I brought much more to my Motherland than you. After all, I know a lot.

Elizabeth answered confidently:

- I am no less! What about the gravio laser!? Weapons of the Olympian gods?

- Great! We will also use it for our holy purpose. - Drachma said, having fun.

Two officers approached the girls:

- We must escort you to the underground airfield.

Elizabeth answered cheerfully:

- The last idea is not bad! We will fight like eagles, we will defeat the might of the horde!

- Follow us. - The officers said.

The girls moved along the corridors , silently stepping naked, tanned with tenacious toes like a cheetah's. They were clearly moving in the opposite direction. There was a metro station here. The girls turned on their tiptoes and entered a small elegant carriage. After which, he rushed.

Along the way, Elizabeth and Drachma opened the diplomat with makeup that was handed over to them. Now the girls just had to apply makeup. But they will do this only after landing. You shouldn"t give unnecessary information even to a pilot.

- Let's become Negritos ! - Said the cheerful nymph with rainbow-colored hair, Drachma, grinning.

- We were already black men. Now let's see what it's like to become a woman. - Elizabeth stated.

The tunnel went down for some time, and then began to rise up. Elizabeth remembered one fantastic story. In it, travelers moved down until they found themselves in the underworld. It was quite fun and, perhaps, a little scary, with various tortures and torments for sinners. Until, finally, one smart guy destroyed it all with the words: "I don"t believe in this!" In general, many writers have invented that there is no hell, but heaven does exist! Naive idea. In addition, scoundrels and maniacs may well make the life of the righteous unbearable. In particular, she and Drachma, can such girls be allowed into Viry ? However, why not, they are quite balanced and, perhaps, kind. And, in any case, they will not beat anyone without reason. Only sometimes the reasons arise too easily and simply. Like, for example, one gangster shot a man just because he accidentally sneezed on him.

Elizabeth, however, asked Drachma a question:

- When I first saw the Moscow metro, it was a grandiose sight. It made quite an impression, especially the older stations . What about you?

The Nymph Countess nodded:

- Same! Especially the central stations, decorated back in Stalin"s times. But the underground town of Moscow-2 itself is quite gloomy and strict. It impresses more with its size than with the beauty and elegance of its cladding.

The blonde girl asked:

- What about the local subway?

- Just a tunnel where sinners are lowered. It's quite hard for their souls. - Drachma kissed Elizabeth on the lips and whispered:

- You know , the body wants affection.

The blonde girl even twitched:

- We're not lesbians.

The nymph countess cooed:

- No, but they are crazy beautiful ! You do as you wish, and I will kiss the officer.

After these words, Elizabeth now felt heat throughout her body. She, unable to restrain her impulse, leaned towards the officer and kissed him greedily, whispering:

- Stroke my chest!

Drachma did the same, the officers were selected, blood and milk, the noble breed was clearly felt. Yes, and perfume, even though it is masculine, is still so exciting. It is pleasant to feel the touch of hands and, especially, lips on swollen nipples. The girls even moan a little from excitement. The officers were also turned on, such women are simply irresistible. Each is an incarnation of Aphrodite, passionate and raging.

However, the girl and the boys were not allowed to enjoy themselves properly. The carriage arrived at the place. Elizabeth and Drachma immediately got dressed, leaving the embarrassed officers in the carriage. They quickly put themselves in order.

The beauties shouted in chorus:

- Relax boys, we'll have some fun with you!

The girls were excited and laughing merrily. But the bodies were burning, they wanted affection, and the beauties even started dancing. Their wild leaps frightened the guards.

It became a little easier, and the beauties, flashing barefoot, pink heels with a graceful curve of the sole, jumped into the reconnaissance plane. This machine looked like a children's toy made from paper. Such airplanes are usually made by schoolchildren. True, Elizabeth and Drachma never went to school. For them, it was like cooking an Olympic champion in a "paddling pool."

In any case, that was their memory in the dream. And in dreams, the memory of previous dreams often appears, which was forgotten in reality and in reality, but it can emerge again in the arms of Morpheus. And then you are already a slightly different person.

In particular, adults sometimes feel like they are children again, and even remember already forgotten details of childhood. And they believe at the moment of sleep that they are really young and small.

In short, Elizabeth changed her memory in her sleep and thought alternatively about the past. Just like the granddaughter of the Demiurge Gods, the nymph Drachma, suddenly became a convinced atheist and materialist!

Here come the fabulous and fantastic memories.

Once, however, they visited the school; soon a crowd gathered near Elizabeth, the girl read sermons. Drachma actively lit up, and even began to command. In general, the girls showed their "best" side.

However, on the reconnaissance plane the girls behaved quite correctly. We sat in the back seats, put on the artifacts and finally took off.

The sliding gates opened like the mouth of a miracle fish-whale, and stars flashed above.

"Beautiful!" said Elizabeth. - We're flying high! Soaring above the stars freely and easily!

The plane gained altitude, it flew almost vertically, combining the qualities of a jet helicopter and a fighter. There were practically no lights in Hamburg; blackout played a role.

As we approached the threshold of the stratosphere, it became colder. The plane was flying very high. In order not to crash, it used a special oxygen-free, fluoride fuel. This allowed us to approach thirty kilometers.

Elizabeth noted:

- In our world, the USA and Russia developed special space planes. Capable of flying at escape velocity in a vacuum, and then striking in a high arc.

- I know! She even gave some advice on this issue. In general, Russian scientists have a weakness for missing some little things in a weapon, turning an excellent model into a mediocre one , as, for example, with the Kinzhal hypersonic missile, in which they missed a few touches. - Said Drachma. - Besides, drunkenness is quite common. It narrows consciousness, and as a result, developments lack a lot. This is precisely why American weapons often win wars.

The blonde warrior noted angrily:

- Legacy of Stalin's times. Let's remember how many shortcomings there were in Soviet tanks and airplanes. As a result, heavy losses and an almost lost war. By the way, the communist system in the CSA should also lead to the fact that the weapons of the Red Americans have many disadvantages.

The Nymph Countess confirmed:

- Of course, this will lead to defeat in the war.

Elizabeth, baring her teeth, asked:

- But what about our brothers with quality?

Drachma shrugged:

- Don't know! Still, capitalism promotes quality to a greater extent than socialism. So anything is possible. During the Iraq War, Soviet Scud missiles , which were used by Sadam's army , showed poor quality, mostly missed the target and did not reach. The Soviet system contributed to decay and changes in mentality.

The blonde girl noted with a sigh:

- Yes, Russia has become capitalist again, but the legacy of the past has a negative impact. And if under Stalin they fought for the quality of goods using the article sabotage. Then, under his successors, fear disappeared and, having lost the whip, people disbanded. So there are serious problems with technology.

The girls fell silent, only moving their bare toes and their cute feet. Now the plane was high, but the girls" keen hearing detected certain types of weapons in the cannonade of the front. There were Katyushas and their children, something like Grad. True, in this army they were called "princes". Anti-aircraft guns and the first surface-to-air missiles also fired. Also a very formidable weapon, devoid of computers, was aimed, however, at heat. However, this did not threaten their scout. At one time, before the revolution, Russian aircraft set world records in speed, payload, and armament. The world's first twin-engine aircraft, the world's first four-engine aircraft. It must be said that although there was no universal secondary education in Tsarist Russia, the doors to the top were open for the most gifted representatives of the lower social classes. In particular, even the son of a farm laborer, if he had the ability, received free education through various funds. Things were different under the communists. The last mediocrity was dragged through ten classes. Then, academic degrees were often received by mediocrities .

In general, Andropov was a bright head. He began to restore order, fight corruption, and cleanse the ranks of scientists. At the research institute, inspections became more frequent and scientists began to receive incentives. The Secretary General and Chairman of the KGB understood that changes were needed, and also that the Soviet people had not matured to democracy. Andropov suggested the Chinese version as the best. Slow evolutionary growth into the market while maintaining powerful industrial potential. This idea was, perhaps, the most reasonable, especially considering the mentality of Russia, the inability of the people and, most importantly, the elite to appreciate the delights of democracy. Had Andropov lived longer, or come to power earlier, perhaps the Soviet Union would have survived. Gorbachev began democratization and, in conditions of an economic crisis, falling oil prices, a decrease in discipline and income from alcohol, it led to disaster. The State Emergency Committee was the last attempt to save the empire. The lack of will and a strong, decisive leader prevented the committee from maintaining power.

Drachma noted:

- The State Emergency Committee is a bunch of cretins who are not capable of carrying out a military coup. If I were vice president, I would first of all kill Yeltsin and his entourage. A special forces team would do this. And Gorbachev would have been given an injection to paralyze him.

Elizabeth, clenching her fists tightly, answered decisively:

- And it would be better!

The nymph countess, puffing out her cheeks, said:

- If I were the rules, it would be better! In general, an iron chain and steel handcuffs best ensure unity. In addition, total supervision over propaganda is needed in order to control minds literally from the cradle.

Elizabeth agreed:

- Propaganda is a great force. But I must say that in post-Stalin times she limped noticeably. In addition, the tales about Lenin were so naive, stupid, and childish that no one would call them convincing. The most important thing was missing: the greatness of the leader!

- I don"t see greatness in fairy tales about Christ either. Especially when he was scourged and beaten. - Drachma teased.

The blonde warrior resolutely objected:

-You don't understand true greatness. To what extent did Jesus God the Son love the world that for the sake of people he went to terrible humiliation, cruel death. Notice that the creator of the universe, who holds it with his power-the king of those who reign and the Lord of those who rule-has humbled himself.

- Come on, Lizonka! The almighty creator of the universe fell under the cross, or maybe even under a log. - Drachma shows his long, pink, mobile tongue.

- Don't blaspheme! - Elizabeth showed her fist. - He became completely like a person, with his pain and weaknesses. In general, I don"t want to talk to you about the sacred; pearls are not thrown before swine.

The nymph countess exclaimed harshly:

"I don"t want to discuss with you either, it makes me sleepy, and the next night ahead of us will be stormy."

The blonde terminator nodded her head:

- Still would! We may not have to sleep at all.

Drachma stated:

- Therefore , I offer you Lizonka. Let's just sing.

The warrior perked up:

- That's a good idea! Shall we sing a duet?

The nymph countess confirmed:

- Of course, but how else!

The girls coughed, and Elizabeth began to sing, composing as she went, and Drachma followed her in unison with a wondrous voice:

I will give to my native Russia,

Holy inspiration of love!

Tears flowing like a stream,

The Lord will grant us petition!


Christ spread out the heavens,

And with the power of the spirit he created the world!

for the weak in body,

He has boundless powers in his hands!


Orthodox Rus' is with me,

Fight bravely, glorious warrior!

Strive for the Almighty with your soul,

You are worthy to accept Christ as an honor !


Fate frowned - a reproach,

You served your Fatherland carelessly!

Cats have been scratching from now on,

But hope overcomes sorrow!


And the Motherland in the hearts of the century,

How the moment flashed before my eyes!

I'll sing my anthem for now,

The Fatherland will be happy with us!

Drachma, when talking about Christ, frowned and winced, but, nevertheless, sang along. The girls' voices continually changed rhythm, then froze, then, on the contrary, became inflamed. They even liked to listen to themselves, admiring their own flight of thought.

Elizabeth suddenly interrupted the song:

- You know, I see movement right below us.

Drachma agreed:

- I feel it too.

The girls turned to the pilot.

- We are under attack.

He answered confusedly:

- So what! - We have only one machine gun to reduce the weight of the aircraft, the weight is minimal.

- Then you should do this! - Drachma jumped to the weapon and took aim. - The enemy will not be hurt!

The nymph girl opened fire. The machine gun hit with lead bullets. Elizabeth noticed how the tail of the enemy fighter caught fire.

- And he managed to get here. To such an inaccessible height. - The pilot noticed. - If you don't fancy it.

Drachma replied:

- I don't have hallucinations.

- But there are kinks! - Elizabeth said with a laugh.

- Look who's Talking! - Drachma tried to flick her friend on the nose, but she grabbed her hand.

The blonde squeaked:

- Don't let go!

The Nymph Countess roared:

- Don"t give your paws free rein!

The girls fought a little more, finding out who was stronger. The fight revealed an approximate equality of forces. Having calmed down, the friends again examined their equipment, especially the artifact beads.

Elizabeth prayed, persuading the Almighty:

- May these pebbles, created by your will, not fail us in the holy struggle that we are waging for the benefit of all humanity. And first of all, for the sake of our Motherland.

The plane crossed the Channel and descended a little. The pilot commanded:

- And now you have a choice. If you are confident in your equipment, then you can jump right now, if not, I will go even lower.

- Quite enough! - Elizabeth said, pulling on her boots, but seeing that her friend was not putting on her shoes, she pulled them off again so that, if necessary, she could use her bare toes. - We will survive!

Drachma added:

- Why take risks? There may be high-altitude fighters here, and it"s not a fact that we won"t be shot down. But oxygen starvation is absolutely not scary for us, our physiology is almost perfect!

The pilot commanded:

- Then jump!

The girls pulled on lightweight backpacks with smaller parachutes than usual.

They pushed off and jumped out. The first part of the fall was supposed to take place in free flight mode. The girls found themselves in a rarefied, freezing cold environment. It felt like my lungs were bursting and my eyes were rolling out of my head. And the noose squeezed my neck. The girls tried to move as little as possible, consuming less air. Then we tried to breathe, doing it like mountain lizards, using the upper part of the bronchi.

When the atmosphere became denser and the fall slowed down , Drachma said in a choking voice:

"I didn"t know that a vacuum could be so painful."

Elizabeth answered with surprise:

- Didn"t they check you in a vacuum chamber?

The nymph countess confirmed:

- Yes, there was such a thing. But it"s somehow artificial, and at first I was even scared.

The blonde terminator confirmed:

- Me too! I have never jumped from such a height before. After all, twenty-five kilometers.

Drachma said with deliberate carelessness:

- It's nothing.

The girls began to move more actively, trying to land right in the forest. They never used parachutes, apparently believing that a simple raincoat was enough for a successful landing. Elizabeth squeaked:

- In general, a parachute is just extra weight.

Drachma muttered:

- We'll bury it as soon as we land.

The landing in the forest was rough, Elizabeth hit her bare foot on a sharp twig, but did not pay attention to it.

The blonde exclaimed:

- No big deal, the scout must endure the pain.

Drachma confirmed:

- Tolerate, but don"t look for it on purpose. However, it is typical for you believers to seek severe trials.


Elizabeth answered quite logically:

- You need to be prepared for anything. And now I suggest changing the camouflage. It's time to take on the shoes of an oppressed black woman.

The girls put on impeccable make-up, changing their skin color. Now they have become delightful black women, even changing their eye color.

However, the latter can be accomplished through an effort of will, without chemicals.

After that we started running through the forest. The girls were in a hurry. Here they came to the road. Now we had to get transport.

"It"s still a long way to the front line, and I don"t think they"re too vigilant." - Drachma said.

The road was not particularly wide, but smooth. The sky is cloudy, typical British weather.

Elizabeth noted:

- It"s interesting to be in the country of Richard the Lionheart and Sherlock Holmes. The most progressive and, paradoxically, at the same time conservative country in the world.

Drachma stated:

- Britain is a huge empire. At its peak, it was even larger than the Russian Empire. In general, in modern history, Russia was most powerful in the last years of Stalin and on the eve of the First World War.

Elizabeth logically remarked:

- The First World War was lost due to the lack of a strong government. The Tsar does not have to be Stalin. Catherine the Second was also a rather mild ruler, but she won two Turkish wars and divided Poland. The team itself, of course, did not play its role.

The Countess-nymph agreed:

- Yes, the team was not enough for Nicholas the Bloody. Catherine had a whole galaxy of commanders and statesmen, but Nicholas only had Stolypin, and he was killed.

The blonde warrior added:

- Brusilov is a strong commander. It's a pity not all generals were like that. Especially Kuropatkin. To top it all off, he was a coward and had little understanding of modern warfare. After the defeat against Japan, Ivan the Terrible would have impaled such a commander.

Drachma rationally noted:

- Zhukov has always been tough. He is the most popular politician of the twentieth century. Although they said that he won with great blood.

Elizabeth, splashing her bare feet through the puddles, raising fountains of splashes, considered it necessary to clarify:

- Considering that the Germans were in a reliable, well-developed defense, it was still impossible to break through it with little blood. And in general, it"s easy to be smart in hindsight. But mind you, breaking through the most powerful defense in Berlin, Zhukov managed to do it in two weeks. Isn't this an achievement?

The nymph countess licked her lips:

- Agree! And if the assault had been delayed, the losses would have been even greater.

The blonde warrior hissed:

- Scumbags are trying to slander Zhukov . In particular, the traitor and spy Suvorov- Rezun wrote slander about him.

Drachma roared:

- Rezun ! We'll come back, carry out an operation, kidnap Rezun from England and deliver him to Russia. He will spend time in prison and become wiser.

Elizabeth hissed:

- Yes, and such scum are born. For example, we cannot understand traitors. What's wrong with a KGB major in the USSR .

The Nymph Countess roared:

- I think it's the other way around.

The blonde spy confirmed:

- Certainly! Life in Britain is no better than in the USSR.

Drachma growled:

- And even if it"s better, it"s not for traitors. After all, even the owners do not like such people, despite all the benefits they derive.

The girls peered into the darkness. The highway wasn't particularly busy. Nobody was coming, the girls were bored.

Drachma asked:

- Well what are we going to do?

- Let's look for a more active highway. - Elizabeth suggested.

The wind blew and the shadows of the trees moved, leaning slightly as if to support this proposal.

- What would Sherlock Holmes suggest in this situation? - Drachma asked jokingly.

- Resort to the method of deduction! - Elizabeth answered.

The girls went out to the center of the highway and sniffed. Of course, they put on shoes so as not to show off their too graceful, girlish feet. Judging by the smell, a convoy of cars passed here during the day. Infantry fighting vehicles and armored personnel carriers, a couple of cars and, judging by the track marks, a light tank.

- Yes, there was an increase here too. - Said Drachma. - The tank, judging by the light prints, weighed forty-two tons and had three tracks. This is something specific.

- Not really! The semi-medium tank, unlike the Red Cromwell, which weighs sixty-seven tons and has a one hundred and twenty millimeter gun, is armed with a ninety caliber. - Elizabeth stated. - By the way, the driver of this tank smokes Mobil and is also left-handed.

The Nymph Countess doubted:

- The last statement is controversial.

The blonde scout objected:

- Why! Current tanks are not yet on joysticks, so the habit of being more active with a stronger hand affects the quality of the move.

- Yes, I still want to pull the lever. - Drachma picked up the cigarette butt with the tip of her American boot and threw it into her mouth. - Ugh! That's disgusting. These cigarettes are simply shocking.

Elizabeth readily agreed:

- Maybe! In general, our world is full of crap , so don"t fill your mouth with it.

The girls walked along the road slowly, then slowed down. Now they find themselves at a crossroads. There was a checkpoint nearby, so we had to go around it.

The security was not very large, about twenty people, but I didn"t want to make too much noise.

The girls climbed quite a distance. And they began to discuss the further plan of action.

- We need to attack the column. - Elizabeth suggested.

Drachma suddenly objected:

- Too rude and bloodthirsty!

The blonde was surprised:

- And what else!? And since when did the atheist become a pacifist?

Ignoring the attack, the nymph countess said:

- I suggest you vote!

Elizabeth squeaked:

- Aren"t you afraid of a stray bullet?

Drachma calmly objected:

- They won"t dare offend girls, and even black ones.

The blonde scout muttered under her breath:

- Okay, let's take a risk!

Having illuminated themselves with a flashlight and thoroughly tousled their hair, the girls stood on the road. They felt very confident.

- Our mission will be accomplished! - Elizabeth said.

Oddly enough, a couple of columns drove by, not paying any attention to the voting black girls.

The drachma even got pissed off:

- What are they, all eunuchs?

- Maybe they are stressed! - Elizabeth stated.

The Nymph Countess squeaked:

- Okay, let's see.

The girls began to wait, and there was a lull. It was already two o'clock in the morning, the time when traffic stops.

- He can walk towards the city on foot. - Elizabeth suggested.

Drachma replied hesitantly:

- Stupid thought! So it will be difficult for us to get settled.

The blonde spy made reasonable arguments:

- And, in my opinion, on the contrary, in such a huge city like London, it"s easy to get lost. Especially black ones like us.

- The devil is hiding in hell, and the priest is in the pocket of a parishioner! - Drachma joked.

Elizabeth shook her head reproachfully.

"Your head is full of nasty things, you really are a devil!"

- How to say. The devil has black fur - the priest has a soul! - Drachma noticed.

The blonde objected:

- But not everyone has magnificent priests with an angelic soul.

The nymph countess retorted:

- The exception only confirms the rule.

The girls wrestled a little on their fingers, first with their middle fingers, index fingers, then cross to cross .

The fingers warmed up, but the benefits could not be identified. Elizabeth suggested playing chess.

- We have pocket ones , we can fight.

The girls decided to play and arranged the pieces. Elizabeth chose the Sicilian defense with black. The game turned out to be sharp and with an abundance of attacks, but in the end it all ended in a broken, drawn endgame.

Drachma refused to recognize a draw for a long time, trying to find something in the style of Karpov or Carleson. In general, this girl is characterized by the desire to win at any cost.

The game was interrupted by the appearance of a new convoy. Both beauties stopped the game and began to vote.

Suddenly, two trucks stopped, and special forces soldiers jumped out. They pointed their guns at Elizabeth and Drachma.

A roar was heard:

- Who are they and what do you need?

The girls answered in unison:

- We are special forces officers Gili and Mary, we carried out an operation against the partisans and fell a little behind our own .

A woman's face in the epaulets of a special forces colonel poked out of their cabin.

An incredulous voice was heard:

-What partisans did you fight against?

- Scary bastards ! From the Lev group. - Elizabeth said. "She didn"t know for sure, of course, but she expected that there would probably be such a group in Britain."

The female colonel roared:

- White Lion. This is serious! Scary guys. But you guys look fresh.

- Why should we be beaten ? - Drachma objected.

From pole to pole,

There is no army stronger

We fight with rage

For happiness for people!


And Stalin is the wings of a falcon,

Light gives hope!

The blow of a steel hammer,

The dawn will illuminate us!


The villainous force of the dark,

The shield of faith cannot be penetrated!

America free,

We will be able to protect!

Drachma and Elizabeth sang together. Their wonderful operatic voices seemed like an orchestra. The special forces fighters stood up.

Two women leaned out. They were no more than thirty, black, or rather brown, in the US, especially in New York, blacks are lighter. And they dyed their hair orange.

The colonel and lieutenant colonel are quite pretty, although plump, it is clear that they are powerful fighters. It must be said that Elizabeth and Drachma also seemed sturdy because of their broad shoulders.

The female officers growled:

- Okay, it"s clear that you are ours. Do you have any documents?

- Certainly! - Elizabeth answered, holding out a piece of paper.

Drachma also thrust ksivu .

- Everything is in full swing!

She glanced briefly at the tattered documents. They were genuine, taken from the dead girls, and slightly tattered so as not to arouse suspicion.

A satisfied voice said:

- Well, you can sit down, you are typical American women.

Drachma beckoned the commando with her finger, slapping him on the cheek.

- Good boy.

The girls easily jumped into the car.

It was an armored armored car with two machine guns on the sides. Quite a convenient means of transporting infantry. The girls purred with pleasure when they felt the touch of men's hands on their bodies. There were both men and women inside. They did not hesitate to caress each other.

Elizabeth even whistled something. In general, blacks have a special sexuality. These are special forces, and from strong, cleanly washed bodies there comes a specific smell, like that of cat predators. It excites and evokes desire. The girl tries to push their hands away, but the guys perceive this only as an element of a love game. Here the black man greedily kisses her on the lips, the hands of another excite her nipples. Drachma wants more. Having chosen the larger guy , she straddled him. Voluptuous moans are heard.

The colonel interrupted their intercourse:

- What is this, a brothel? Can't stand it anymore? We'll get to London and rest there. Let's have a blast.

Elizabeth nods:

- That's right, it's indecent here!

The female colonel growled:

- Decency is a bourgeois concept!

- Certainly! But there is also proletarian decency. - Elizabeth noticed. - The moral code of a communist.

- Yes, there is such a thing. But a woman in the ranks should not refuse worthy guys. Especially war heroes. - The colonel showed a gold star on her chest.

- Well, that's fair! - Elizabeth agreed. - But the right to choose still belongs to the woman.

- I will decide for myself which of several heroes to choose. - Drachma agreed. - Or maybe even three at once. This is more fun for me, and none of the guys are offended!

The female colonel muttered:

- You, I see, are hot girls, but what are you like in battle! In general, our detachment must stop in a village on the way to London. One of the commanders of the White Lion group is there, you need to take him.

Elizabeth agreed:

- It goes without saying!

Drachma barked :

- I'm a beast in battle.

The female colonel said in a deep voice:

- Most likely there will be no fight. Local communists helped us.

- Reliance on local forces is the success of the revolution, as Lenin said. - Elizabeth noticed. - This, however, will disappoint us.

The black woman remarked:

- How to say. Besides the battle, there is something else enjoyable.

The blonde asked:

- For example?

The female colonel licked her full lips:

- The same torture.

- Wow, this is intriguing! - Drachma said.

The lustful black woman groaned:

- You won"t hear anything like that yet. You know how nice it is to listen to a woman howl. Or a young healthy man moans.

The Nymph Countess chirped:

- We can imagine.

And she licked her lips, imagining how a handsome, muscular young man with blond hair and a courageous chin - like Apollo - was being tormented and tortured.

And both girls took it and sang in chorus:

Warriors of the world - Komsomol fighters,

We fight for the glory of the Holy Fatherland...

You can't leave the Fuhrer- bastard AWOL,

Forever Russia we will be with you!


The sacred banner shines above us,

And the great Stalin, he illuminated the way for us...

Let the Fatherland be with us forever,

Christ inspired the Komsomol to achieve this feat!


Eternal Motherland, strong, free...

Friendship of peoples is a support for centuries ...

Legal power, people's faith -

After all, a simple person stands for unity!


There is no Lenin, believe me, there is a wiser man in the world,

And Stalin is a great, beautiful eagle...

And together with our fathers we will become stronger,

The Union of Red Nations has gained greatness!


We fight bravely with vile fascism,

head was cut off, believe me...

And peace with communism will be under construction in the country,

A very bloodthirsty beast has been defeated!


In the name of the people, Komsomol fighters,

They run bravely through the snow barefoot...

Fascism is not saved by cunning, tricks,

The Russian God will smash him with his fist!


When we walk through Berlin beaming

The girls' boots sparkle in the sun...

The banner will blaze over the Motherland with fire,

And our enemies will never be able to shoot us down!


Believe us, we will split the Motherland on two shores,

Let's give an ocean of endless love -

Under the flag of great, sacred America,

You are a knight of enemies, like Samson, tear him apart!

. CHAPTER No. 8.

In the palace of the Goddess of Evil Kali, fun and, at the same time, terrible entertainment continued.

This time Artemis had to fight a much more serious and competitive battle. It"s not like the seasoned elf drops small, half-naked and barefoot boys.

Goddess Kali spared the boys for now. But she ordered them to be thoroughly flogged. So that young slaves do not relax. And the boys were pulled up on their hind legs, their hands tied behind them. And the beautiful slave girls struck the unfortunate child slaves with willow twigs. And it hurts, and you can screw it up to death.

But the elf Artemis had the fate of fighting something monstrous.

The Goddess of Evil Kali kept her word.

And a baby Tyrannosaurus rex jumped into the Arena. His height was a good four meters, although he was still just a boy from the dinosaur breed. And an adult tyrannosaurus could reach a good twenty meters.

Goddess Kali splashed her hands and cooed:

- Well, Artemis? Now fight for your life!

The elf, who also bore the title of marquise, bowed and answered:

- Two deaths cannot happen, but even you cannot avoid one!

Goddess Kali snapped her bare toes and a dome appeared around a pair of gladiator fighters. So that if something happens , the baby tyrannosaurus does not crush or tear apart any of the guests.

The dome was transparent, and the battle was clearly visible. A huge and aggressive lizard quickly attacked the elf marquise. But Artemis, with two sharp swords, moved from the jump line, and even managed to scratch the tyrannosaurus"s skin. True, the scales of a tyrannosaurus are thick and you can"t easily break through it. But at least the light stripe on the red-brown background remained.

Goddess Kali noted:

- There is intrigue, and that"s what interests me the most. Come on, fight, and the beast, of course, will not spare the girl, but the girl will not spare the beast.

The Troll King remarked:

"It will be a shame if a gladiator of such a high level as Marquise Artemis dies!"

In response, the evil Deity laughed and replied:

- And this is how the card falls! But in any case, it will be a good fight, and we will remember it again.

Indeed, the battle was very interesting. The baby dinosaur attacked, and Artemis maneuvered and dodged, making subtle scratches with her swords in response. She, a warrior, can be said to be magnificent. And so fast.

The jester boy and, at the same time, intelligence officer Vladimir Terkin looked at this with great enthusiasm and surprise. It looks like he is only twelve, but in fact he is several thousand years old. And what did he not see?

But in this case, the spectacle was worthwhile, and the girl showed very interesting somersaults, twists, jumps and jumps.

It"s not for nothing that the elf marquise is a star among gladiators and warriors. And he fights at the top. Only the enemy Tyrannosaurus is too strong. It is much easier to fight a lion, or even a rhinoceros. And this is real, there is a monster. And height, and weight, and very durable skin, which is very difficult to penetrate.

And it is extremely difficult to defeat him. But the spectacle is top notch. And the guests are delighted. The slave boys also perked up, their children"s eyes sparkling with the joy of such a sight.

Terkin looked at this spectacle with curiosity, and at the same time, imperceptibly for himself, plunged into memories of his own exploits.

The boy scout felt like he was on an escalator. You slowly, or even not very slowly, lower down. And so the furious flame of an angry volcano bubbles below. It will burn you extremely painfully, so that even your skin will peel off and there will be no salvation for it.

And the movement of the escalator is accelerating, and the red tongues of flame are already greedily and very painfully licking the bare, rough heels of the boy. The thick skin of the sole turns red and becomes covered with small, purple and very painful blisters.

Vladimir strains all his strength, he does not want to end up in the carnivorous fiery Gehenna. But on the contrary, every fiber of the soul is striving to break through to the top as quickly as possible and establish there .... Communism?

Suddenly the escalator freezes, and the scout boy gets the opportunity, like a rocket, to rush upward. Finally, he will get from fiery Gehenna to heaven and houris!

The path to the top turned out to be shorter than Terkin thought. The boy jumped to the surface and found himself in surprisingly luxurious chambers.

Vladimir Terkin, despite his young years, managed to visit many places, including the Hermitage and Peterhof; the boy had never seen such fabulous wealth anywhere. It was such an amazing sight that I can"t tell it in a fairy tale or describe it with a pen.

Everything is strewn with precious stones, with such bright colors and elegance of design that they have no equal on Earth, and it"s difficult to even imagine such a thing. You have to be like Leonardo Da Vinci, or Raphael, to imagine such magnificence.

But the most beautiful thing in the palace was a girl of radiant beauty, with hair shining brighter than the sun. She looked at the half-naked boy with her eyes shining in all the colors of the rainbow and said in a languid voice:

- You, I see, are a brave and courageous boy! We really need these here!

Vladimir shuffled his bare feet uncertainly. After the burns received from the flame, the precious floor pleasantly cooled the blisters on the bare soles and evoked cheerful associations. The scout boy asked the obvious question:

- Where is it, here?

The beauty answered with the most innocent expression on her face:

- As where? In hell!

Terkin whistled and spread his hands:

- There is room for jokes in hell too!

The written queen shone even brighter and answered in a serious tone:

- Well, why do you think that hell is exclusively a place of torment? In fact, hell is an alternative heaven, where everything is real, like on Earth, and often even more interesting and better!

Vladimir smiled, the beauty"s joke looked very funny and cute in its own way. Although, on the other hand, everything in the universe can be completely the opposite, including the underworld. That's why people paint hell all the time with the same black and red paint? In fact...

The girl, seeing that the boy was grinning, nodded affably to him and continued:

- Here in my underworld there are a lot of different, very beautiful cosmic worlds. But in some of them the creatures rebelled and refused to worship me as a Deity.

Vladimir furiously and artlessly suggested:

- So send your punishment on them! You can do it - Satan!

The dazzling beauty logically objected to this:

- You know, we are the creators of various worlds; as a rule, we do not openly interfere in the affairs of creation. So you, boy, will have to do a lot yourself!

Vladimir smacked his lips with a wide smile:

- And you know, it"s lovely!

Before the boy could finish, he found himself in another place and world. The transfer happened instantly. And the new world turned out to be truly amazing. So there was a cruel prick in the eyes, forcing me to involuntarily close my eyes.

Now he is in the midst of a space battle. A scout boy is at the helm of a single-seat fighter, and a serious battle is taking place around him. Several hundred combat starships on both sides exchange hyperplasmic volleys, and Terkin himself is attacked by his opponent.

His fighter opponent is flattened like a stingray and transparent. Streams of color fly out from the nostril-trunks. Vladimir's car spins out from the hit. Fortunately, the force field ahead of the fighter extinguishes the inertia of the cascading and heated impact, but the boy managed to feel the hot kiss of the tropical desert on his face.

He responded by firing back. Moreover, the body worked on its own and much earlier than the consciousness.

The enemy received his portion on the forehead and began to wriggle out in an obvious attempt to get behind Vladimir.

Tsarinat , similar to a piranha fish, came under attack from three Kaganate cruisers. (Information about the opponents appeared in a telepathic impulse that pierced the brains of the scout boy!).

It got so hot, it tore off the rotating assault turret from the hull of the heavy ship, and fragments of broken and melted armor began to fall.

A dozen combat robots and several human-like cosmonaut fighters swirled in an explosive mixture of atmosphere and vacuum. The air itself burst out and glowed hotly, spewing out real torches of fire. Here is one girl with lush, velvety petals instead of hair, she squeaked thinly and froze , turning into a candle stub.

Terkin almost missed his exit to the tail, but reacting instinctively, he managed to send a charge of deadly annihilation above him.

And even the young warrior stuck out his tongue:

- Wolves, these are bullshit! Evil as dogs!

After which, the boy tried to wriggle out from under the attack of the persistent enemy. Vladimir"s lack of experience in space battles was evident. It was necessary to act differently, but how... In any case, Terkin intuitively tried to throw the enemy off target. The boy scout remembered how he had been pursued by armed adults since April 3014. Then he loaded the nearest one with a stone and ran away, dodging the bullets.

Then a real tactical skill appeared - to pull death by the mustache, and leave the old woman with a scythe with her nose.

And now he still couldn"t get rid of the persistent enemy and tear himself away, although Vladimir showed titanic efforts, and in the cockpit of the space fighter it became more and more sultry.

Then Terkin decided to resort to a different technique, namely tactical deception. And the scout boy desperately turned his car around, imitating a ram. The calculation was based on the fact that the enemy would be frightened, and then at the moment of deployment it would be possible to cut him off!

A song rang in Vladimir"s head:

"I thought, as if in complete delirium, I"ll leave, I"m tired of the wounds!" But the one who sits inside me has apparently decided to ram me!

Sent a killer stream of hyperplasma,

And it will charge your temple with a terrible pulsar!

But at that moment his counterpart showed courage, or maybe he also hoped that the enemy could not stand the bluff, and spun into a ram.

A collision followed, and then a super-bright flash flooded every molecule and every quantum of the boy's body. And you found yourself in the abyss, where the bowels of a small but terribly burning star are blazing!

Terkin opened, or rather opened, his eyelids with difficulty. It seemed to him that he saw, as it were, a starry sky, but so bright and multi-colored that it was impossible to imagine an equal to it. And large and dazzlingly shining angels with swords are jumping in heaven. Moreover, radiant stars sparkle on the tip of the sword and its handles, eating away the eyes.

In surprise, the young warrior closed his eyes, and then again, with the effort of the Titan Hercules, opened them. Yes, indeed, he sees a strange starry carpet of unearthly origin, extremely densely strewn with precious garlands of luminaries. Tens of thousands of the brightest stars dazzle and amaze the imagination. The body itself seemed to float in a vacuum, feeling no support. The unprecedented sight shocked the boy scout so much that he lost consciousness for a couple of seconds, disconnected from reality.

When the ability to think returned to him again, he could already control his emotions. There was a hard surface under him again, the boy struggled to stand on his scratched and bruised legs.

The sight that appeared before him was not for the faint of heart, or guys whose strength was no less than titanium. At first, the boy scout thought he was going crazy. The majestic city, the capital of the galaxy, - a voice squeaked in my ear, - the Kaganate Empire, appeared in all its wildest and radiant glory.

Vladimir mechanically repeated Ostap Bender"s phrase:

- Too chic - the imagination of an idiot!

Luxurious multi-kilometer skyscrapers, gigantic temples with many domes and symbols decorated with precious stones, unimaginably gigantic statues, cascades of gardens and fountains, luminous devices, colossal billboards that could fit fifty Olympic stadiums and much more. For example, liquid metal structures that change shape and color with fabulous shades! If we add millions of different types of colorful and extravagant aircraft, then for an eleven-year-old boy at the beginning of the 21st century , this was beyond any limit.

Even if you consider that this kid is a real prodigy!

And yet there was no fear. There was extreme excitement, and even indescribable delight at the sight of such unimaginably colorful splendor created by the hands of intelligent beings. Everything in this metropolis turned out to be grandiose and enchanting. Several sun-stars shone in the sky. The brightest pink-yellow with a topaz tint is a radiant celestial body, two green, one blue and two almost invisible cherry-sapphire, which is natural in such intense lighting. However, despite the strong light , it didn"t hurt my eyes and it wasn"t quite debilitatingly hot. The temperature is very pleasant, with a slight cool breeze blowing.

Terkin glanced at the flying creature, similar to a seven-headed giraffe with spots of many colors and different shapes, and whistled. The creature's ears, like the bright wings of a butterfly, sounded the nightingale's trill in response.

The young scout spoke out:

- And what can Satan create? Same as God, but much more fun!

The boy scout already walked much more cheerfully, almost galloped,

along a seven-colored sidewalk lined with flowers, statues, multi-colored flashing lights , and crystal polished tiles. The bare soles felt very smooth, even, perhaps, slippery, like ice, giving a luminescent, but fortunately not too hot surface. And this lifted the mood and made us whistle. A seven-headed giraffe with ears like the wings of a butterfly had already managed to rise into the air and was moving there with its crab-shaped hooves.

Several exotic birds flew by. Imagine a turtle shell on the body, and the tails are like peacocks , with stones more beautiful and brighter than diamonds.

Vladimir waved his palm and him, chirping:

- He who is merry laughs, and the sound will reach the sun! Who seeks will always find!

Everything in this futuristic, truly cosmic metropolis was mirror-sparkling and dazzlingly magnificent, even the garbage disposals were made in the form of exotic animals, insects, fish and birds. They opened their mouths and politely thanked them when garbage was thrown at them. When Vasily threw off the melted and warped shoe of the mini-soldier, a scavenger bird jumped out of the sidewalk, as if it were a surface of water. It had the head of an eagle, but with a proportionately large beak, and the body of a striped eggplant, framed by three rows of lush petals. Each row differed in the color and shape of the shoots, and the wings even had a movable coloring, like a video clip. The feathered and, at the same time, flowery scavenger swallowed the worn-out shoes that had become unwearable, melodiously chirping:

We have no reason to torment ourselves with doubts! There are no more desperate guys in the entire universe! Real men throw garbage - kill someone else's steel ! Stalk kill someone else!

Vladimir waved his hand at the "diva scavenger " in confusion and wittily said:

- The most amazing thing about a person is that he is not surprised by the enchanting, but is amazed by the banal!

However, it is strange that the heavy-duty military shoes melted, and he himself did not receive serious, apart from minor, burns. However, the clothes did not seem to be too damaged, although the luxurious overalls were lost. But something has been preserved, and he is not so ashamed to walk around the city in a smart T-shirt and shorts, normal clothes for a boy in hot weather.

Although Terkin was embarrassed by his bare feet, which were extremely inappropriate in the capital, where every statue, car, fountain, composition, this or that structure shone with deafening flashy luxury. Like a ragged beggar in the government quarter of St. Petersburg, you involuntarily blush when one of the noble nobles approaches you.

There were not many pedestrians on the streets at the moment, mostly children who looked like humans. Since this is one of the central sectors of the metropolis, famous Stalik-color elves settled here. There was just a period when the mini-soldiers of the glamorous empire under the strange name Kaganate were given short holidays in order to experience at least a little life without grueling drill, to let them feel the joys of childhood. In addition, this short period of vacation, compared to the barracks period, was a kind of encouragement for success in studies and combat training.

Having at least a little opportunity to manage your time as you wish is happiness! That is precisely why the sight of harmless laughing children, many of whom, while joyfully playing, even flew into the air, did somersaults, spun like a top, releasing kaleidoscopic holograms, gave the magical city a wonderfully idyllic look.

Terkin wanted to approach them and ask a couple of questions, but he was afraid. I was afraid that the peaceful, beautiful boys and girls like elves in flowers in their sparkling costumes might not be as peaceful as they seem at first glance. Moreover , it is not usually typical for people, even girls with petal hair played clearly war games. True, it seems that fairy-tale and anime-fantasy types were unfolding , and not man-made battles. The individual holographic projections were large and so bright that they faithfully reproduced the details. What seemed , and in fact, suddenly fairy-tale castles, fortresses and houses appeared from somewhere in the air, and then disappeared.

Stunned by what he saw, the boy scout walked and walked, continuing to examine the city. What stunning trees and gigantic flowers, tens and hundreds of meters long, with fountains and flying animals hanging on crystal balconies, shimmering in the sun with a multi-fairy-tale palette. On the petals of flowers, various moving pictures appear, constantly changing, most often martial arts of various aliens , or battles in a retro style.

"Maybe these are force fields!" the boy scout thought, rubbing his temples, his brain was ready to boil from the abundance of impressions. "There are several luminaries here, such a play of light and colors is irreproducible on our planet! What strange forms do their creations of the mind take!"

Here is one of the spherical buildings hanging on seven legs, edged with leaves, framed with precious stones, each painted to match the color of the flag of the Stalik-color-elves. Another structure was made in the shape of a seven-pointed star, and slowly rotated around its axis. Third, five crocodiles, whose tails crossed in the likeness of a swastika-pentagon, and fountains of hyperplasmic splashes and blots fell from their mouths. Each such blot gave off a special, unique shimmer.

Other buildings resembled New Year trees, cakes with fiery torches and stormy multi-colored waterfalls, giant streams going into the stratosphere. Some gigantic fountains in the form of various extragalactic monsters in precious stones spewed out molten metal and strange gases, illuminated by laser and magolaser beams.

The lower floors of the luxury buildings were full of colorful entrances and exits with names flashed on screens. And what"s strange is that all the names are absolutely clear: restaurants, shops, beauty salons, shooting galleries, entertainment centers of all levels and types, various services.

It was reminiscent of the many times enlarged and incomparably more luxurious Central Presidential Avenue of Moscow. Terkin was still very small then, he remembered vaguely and now, literally, devoured the dazzling imperial splendor with his eyes. Of course, many things here had no analogues on earth. Well, what kind of human designer would place head-down spiers, domes and pools with colorful creatures such as mermaids, with many flower tails and indescribably formidable monsters. Like saber-toothed sperm whales, or a hybrid of a horned mammoth and a checkered shark! It"s even scary to watch, it seems that everything is about to collapse on your head and swallow you whole.

One of the elf girls flew over him, lightly touching him with a shiny long-heeled shoe. Terkin swayed slightly from the blow, he was already tired, he had walked several miles.

- You probably haven"t eaten for a long time, star warrior? - the little angel rang like a silver bell.

If there were any moving tracks, they were obviously turned off. Apparently, in the ultra-metropolis of the distant future, they were overly concerned about physical fitness. The surface became more rough with spikes of hard metal. The world grinned, and my bare feet began to itch and itch.

I even remembered the famous aphorism of the famous writer and poet Oleg Rybakov: "For tramps, the whole world is strewn with thorns, which seem sleek to us because of our booted consciousness!"

Terkin really really wanted to eat, because he felt as if he had been hungry for several days, except that...

But who can know how long he spent passed out .

The street is full of colorful, inviting, very seductively shaped machines. One thought begins to dominate in the young scout"s blond head: "It"s time to eat!"

The young warrior-reconnaissance decides quite logically:

- You can"t have two deaths, you can"t avoid one! And with an empty belly there is no life, it"s good to fall down!

As soon as you approached the machine, a three-dimensional projection of a beautiful seven-colored girl with wings immediately appeared. In a language that seemed Russian, the wondrous nymph said:

- What does the small but brave conqueror of the Universe want?

- Eat! - Terkin said honestly, a hungry sparkle was visible in the boy"s blue eyes.

- A set of one hundred and fifteen million products from one hundred thousand biological and chemical elements is at your service. - The fairy fairy chirped, adding size and brightness to the wings.

- Then Kremlin ice cream, lemonade, juice, cake and chocolate. - The delighted tomboy babbled.

- What types? Specify your order! - There were two butterfly girls and they grinned unnaturally large.

- It doesn"t matter, as long as it"s tasty. - Terkin muttered in confusion.

Blinking frequently in excitement and spreading his arms helplessly.

- Is it as tasty as possible? In accordance with the most popular standard? - A gentle, feminine voice asked insinuatingly. Apparently the cybernetic servant has had to deal more than once with clients who don"t understand what they want.

- Yes! - The boy scout Terkin fell out with relief.

- Raise your hands, look straight. Or take out your personal identification card, mini-soldier. - The holographic nymphets said in chorus.

Boy Scout raised both hands. A dim yellow light flashed, apparently it had been scanned.

- Your identity does not appear in the card index, you do not have a personal military card, so you cannot be served. - The girls with petal hairstyles squeaked and immediately turned crimson, crossed their arms in a prohibitive gesture of the color-elves of the Stalks.

Terkin hastily walked away from the machine gun, his heels were literally burning. This seems to be technotronic identification communism. Only this discovery does not make my head any lighter, but my stomach is even more empty.

Terkin sat down on the elaborate curb, frozen, hunched over and resting his chin on his palms. I was thinking... The future was depicted in the darkest colors. He is completely alone in another galaxy, surrounded by otherworldly creatures , creatures that are worse than the most predatory, wild animals. And no saving idea can come to mind. Oliver Twist was better off in London, at least there were people there like the homeless fugitive himself. Now, where will he go? Should he surrender himself, counting on mercy in prison? There they will at least feed you, albeit in such a humiliating way, through a hose.

Here Vladimir really found himself in the place of Oliver Twist. The thin and hungry boy no longer had the strength to go anywhere, and his legs were mercilessly broken into blood on the cobblestones and coarse gravel of London paths.

It"s also cold, the sun is hidden behind the clouds, and the north wind is blowing across London. And you are just an emaciated child, and not at all a superman who killed his first adult victim at the age of nine. Or no, maybe after all he is not Oliver Twist, but the son of a worthy man and is capable of much, even in alien worlds. And after all, it"s warm here and not so bad.

The boy was brought out of his thoughts by a ringing voice that, as it seemed to Vladimir, belonged to the Russian language.

- Why are you depressed, photon? What I see is you licking your lips. It seems you want to drive princeps -plasma into the stomach?

An unfamiliar boy in sparkling clothes extended his hand, smiling. How human it is! The color elf's face is round, childish, not at all evil, he should appear in advertising on proper nutrition, but he squeezes his palm too hard. The forehead is high, hair of three colors - orange, green, violet in the form of petals, widely spaced blue and emerald iris eyes. True, a tanned, sinewy hand, as if made of steel, capable of breaking a bone. Vladimir could hardly restrain himself, not showing that he was in great pain, the child"s palm was clenched as if in a torture vice.

There was serious anguish in the scout boy"s voice:

- Yes, I'm hungry!

- You are apparently from distant colonies, you were badly burned, and you look ragged and strange. - The young flower elf said with a bit of sympathy in his voice .

Vladimir, not knowing what to answer, cast a confused glance at himself. The clothes, in fact , had already begun to smolder in places, and the skin was red and peeling. Either from local radiation, or a delayed reaction to the explosion. Terkin felt an icy chill inside his stomach and said in a trembling voice:

- I guessed it, I was at the epicenter of a thermal charge.

- I"ll take the food at top speed, then you"ll tell me. - The boy ran away, as if in fast motion, without touching the skillfully crafted surface of the avenue with his boots.

Why Vladimir felt trust in this cub of an aggressive, albeit terribly beautiful race, is difficult to explain. Maybe my youth and stress took their toll. Back, new his friend threw him several pink, deliciously smelling buds. The young scout began to tell his story, not holding back anything, he was boiling, he wanted to pour out his soul.

The flower elf boy listened attentively. He was as tall as Terkin, and he was probably even younger. During the conversation, a pure smile always played on his handsome face. True, the teeth of a child of the warrior race are already very large, whiter than snow, and the rays of several luminaries were reflected from them like sunbeams. The food taken from the vending machine turned out to be overly tasty; it overstimulated the receptors and, instead of satiating, whetted the appetite.

When Vladimir, having finally spoken out, fell silent, the young flower elf and steelik said judiciously:

- Yes, it looks like a miracle, but you won"t survive here. You will be quickly identified, especially since every day a computer check of all personalities takes place. A couple of days ago, very close, there was such a " plasma grinder "; starships exploded like super fireworks . Even from the surface one could see how the torn ships colored the sky. It"s good that the main " sweater " went over the line.

The flower elf pointed to the central star Rifumuru .

- Now everything has become much stricter, a total verification regime. - The boy looked worried. - Yes, and before the control was serious. Surely, even this machine, like others, is connected with the Department of Love and Justice.

- So your secret police are called? - Vladimir, playing mischievously, grimaced with a smile, how funny the concept of love sounded in the nation, against the background of which the fascists were kindergarten naughty girls.

- Yes, there are several departments, and everyone talks about love. - The flower elf boy brought his eyebrows together, and his gaze became stern. - It's like a mockery of common sense. Even my father, a fourth-rank economic general, is afraid of these departments. Come on, leave quickly . I'll take you there.

Vladimir started to run, and his new partner flew up higher and grabbed the scout boy by the collar, prompting:

- It"s best to hide in a night bar, it"s full of all sorts of trash !

It seems that this color elf boy knew a lot, because when he took the Rubik's cube out of his pocket and turned it, a huge fish appeared in the middle of the path, it looked with its dull eyes and winked at the guys in surprise. True, the eight rows of teeth made of precious stones did not look harmless at all, but the eyes were so kind, just like Vladimir Ilyich Lenin"s on the poster.

The partner pushed Vasily and growled:

- Jump after me! Then it will be much easier for you, little one !

And without asking for an answer, he pulled Terkin along with him....

They found themselves in a real labyrinth of countless corridors and halls. A real, special underwater world, in which there is a lot of wonderful things. Terkin rushed after his counterpart.

A polygamy of lamps and ornaments of different shapes and compositions sparkled in the corridors. Moreover, they looked very colorful, like in the Moscow metro, and maybe even more beautiful. At the same time , the boys moved quickly. Terkin felt quite vigorous and rushed as fast as he could, but still could not keep up with his partners. The environment around them was constantly changing. Either large halls with high ceilings appeared, or avenues collapsed along which extremely elaborate cars rolled, and a samovar on caterpillars with a diplodocus comb seemed not at all the most elaborate work of art.

Vladimir barely had time to jump back; his leg was almost crushed. A merchant immediately appeared, looking like a toadstool with a rosette nose. She chirped affectionately:

- Would you like to buy fashionable flying sneakers?

The scout boy grinned:

- Yes, it"s easier to run without shoes !

The flower elf boy unexpectedly confirmed:

- I have a spare pair, but let him run away for now , he will look more like my servant!

Vladimir was offended and loudly exclaimed:

- I will never be a slave!

The flower elf chuckled in response and warned:

- You won"t take a step here without me. No quarrel!

The boys slowed down a little and stood on the moving walkway. She carried them like a flowing stream, and the boys also stamped their feet. In the next room, quite earthly boys in transparent swimming trunks were working on the pumps. The flower elf stepped off the path and pointed to the sweating, tanned boys to Vladimir.

- You see, these are anthropoid primates - exactly the same as you. In our empire they are slaves, so don't be too cocky. - The look of the color elf seemed to tell Vladimir, you"re unlucky guy. You're about to collapse.

In fact, the young slaves looked exhausted, and their bodies were dry from moderate nutrition and hard work. True, when the flower elf boy appeared in front of them and waved his hand, the slave boys began to smile, showing off their healthy teeth. And then Vladimir also waved his hand to them.

After which, they again stood on the treadmill and increased their pace, adding speed. The flower elf said quite judiciously:

- Since you are a human, then you can only be in our empire as a slave. - Catching Vladimir"s angry glance, the gentleman boy explained condescendingly. - But slaves are different. Some of them have slaves themselves, or even buxom slaves!

And the general's son pointed a long finger to the next hall. Naked slaves were already working there. The girls differed from each other in facial features or hair color, but at the same time, without exception, they were all beautiful and young. Slavery and hard work did not at all spoil the proportions of their figures.

Vladimir involuntarily fell in love with the slave girls. They were distinguished by their beauty and elastic skin, athleticism, but not at all fleshy. On planet Earth you don"t often see such perfection of girls" bodies, and in such quantity. No fat , no saggy skin, everything is so harmonious and perfect, and most importantly there are thousands of girls here.

Terkin said enthusiastically:

- So much beauty in one place!

The flower elf warned the boy:

- You're not very good! Some girls here are five thousand years old.

Terkin answered automatically:

- Whistling!

The warden appeared in the form of a shark with six legs and a cap on his head, with fins protruding from under the visor. The overseer spun his small brass knuckles, and a dazzling stream flew out of it, hitting the girls" backs, legs and chests, causing them to squeal heart-rendingly and jump.

Terkin could no longer stand this. The boy scout attacked the warden shark with the fury of a tiger cub. He shot at the daring raider, but Vladimir managed to dodge and hit the land barracuda in the gut with all his might . The big man wheezed and tried to throw the boy away with swings of his four paws. In response, Vladimir fired at the enemy"s chin, although his shin gave way to acute pain, but the enemy"s chitinous cover also burst, causing him to shed crimson blood.

Terkin snapped when the shark lost its balance, and added a knee to the temple in the oncoming movement. The predatory creature fell silent, and numerous girls began to cheer with joy.

But the flower elf, this cheerful boy, was the most happy; he patted Vladimir on the shoulder approvingly:

- You behave with dignity! Brave and cool!

Terkin unexpectedly modestly said:

- Actually, I'm not as cool as I think. Right now I'm even a little scared.

The flower elf boy nodded condescendingly:

-You just mutilated a slave. In our empire, all citizens, except color elves , have the status of slaves. - The gentleman boy chuckled shrilly. - But, of course, the slaves themselves are of different ranks! And you, beauties, kiss my warrior slave"s feet.

The girls bowed and approached Terkin one by one. The boy gladly let them kiss his lower limbs. It"s so nice when you are showered with kisses up to your knees by such beautiful slave girls, who , however, change each other and take turns. Which makes it even more adorable and a little ticklish.

Vladimir woke up to the fact that he was, in fact, being kissed by girls. True, not as beautiful as in the dream, and with tattoos on their faces, but well-built and fully developed. And there were six of them, they showered kisses not only on the legs, but also on the face.

Terkin felt unbearably ashamed, and at the same time a small but persistent man spoke inside him. And then everything rushed forward in a frantic pantomime of Eros, when earthquakes shake the oceans and flaming volcanoes erupt at the bottom. Everything is earthly, physical, and cosmic at the same time.

After several hours of the tornado, Vladimir passed out again and almost immediately returned to a serial dream.

Meanwhile, Artemis was still able to deliver a targeted strike to the enemy and pierce the brain of the tyrannosaurus. And the huge animal, thrashing in agony, scratching the tile with its large and crooked claws, froze.

Artemis dipped her bare, chiseled foot into the red-brown puddle, leaving several beautiful, graceful prints, and exclaimed, raising both bloody swords:

- Victory!

The audience applauded...

Goddess Kali, we must give her credit, took it and made a generous gesture. She snapped the fingers of her right hand. And on the palm of Artemis a golden ring with a large diamond, the size of a walnut, appeared.

Goddess Kali said with delight:

- Accept my generous gift, O worthy of the worthy!

Artemis bowed to her. And then to the hall. After which, spanking with the bare, graceful, very beautiful and seductive feet of a real female angel, she went to rest. For her, the battle was won.

And she walked proud, wearing only panties, since her bra had burst during a protracted battle, and her full breasts with scarlet nipples were exposed.

Such a wonderful, let"s face it, gladiator girl fought a battle with a monster and a terrible monster.

And the already slightly forgotten prince entered the hall, accompanied by elf archers. The same one who seduced Elizabeth and involved her in a stormy adventure. However, so far this adventure has been limited to imprisonment and very exotic, even interesting dreams.

The Elf Prince was very handsome. Like all elves, he had a smooth, hairless, ruddy face, like a pretty teenager, but with a courageous chin.

On his head was a turban decorated with large emeralds.

He took it and bowed to the Goddess of Evil Kali. She nodded back to him with a smile and cooed:

- Hello, Prince Suleiman! I think you brought me a gift?

The elf in the turban answered confidently:

- Of course, oh Goddess! And I think you will be happy with my gift.

The archer girls brought Kali a chest in which there was something quite heavy.

The slave boys took this chest from the hands of the elves and brought it closer to the mistress. And they opened the lid quite deftly.

Gold and precious jewelry actually sparkled there.

Goddess Kali, looking very outwardly pleased, said:

- A very good gift. Well, Suleiman, you can sit next to me.

The prince bowed and actually sat down closer to the great Goddess.

So with the grin of the tigress she said:

- How is our guest doing?

The Elf Prince clarified:

- Do you mean Elizabeth?

Goddess Kali nodded in agreement:

- That's exactly her!

Suleiman, smiling sweetly, said:

- Nothing special! He sits in prison in the same cell with the Countess-nymph Drachma. The only thing is that she sees some incredible and wild dreams.

Goddess Kali perked up:

- What other dreams?

The Elf Prince answered confidently:

- From a special world that cannot be called magical, rather, it is technical, only not on the cosmic, but rather on the atomic level. That is, when there are already nuclear weapons, but there are no flights into space yet.

Goddess Kali frowned and asked:

- Isn"t she from the twenty-first century of Earth"s history? Do they make smartphones, but don"t fly into space?

Suleiman chuckled and replied:

- They are trying to fly, but weakly. They can't even climb to the moon. What can you do , primitive!

The deity remarked:

- But their computers are top notch?

The Elf Prince nodded:

- Not bad! I especially liked iPhones . If you add magic to them, then maybe there will be some sense.

The Troll King noted:

- Better than technomagic ! This is when technology and magic are combined together to produce amazing effects.

Suleiman shrugged and replied:

- I don"t know about magic, but technology is not very popular with us. But in fact, in a dream, she is in a world that is still poorly developed in terms of electronics. However, there are worlds where people fly between the stars, and even create space empires. And this is also an undoubted factor!

The deity Kali grinned and answered, this woman of extraordinary beauty:

- Of course, there is such a thing! And technology, and magic, and worlds where starships are built the size of a decent asteroid. So what?

The Troll King noted:

- I would like such technologies. For example, create an atomic bomb and drop it on an entire army at once!

Suleiman growled:

- Well, God forbid!

The Goddess of Evil Kali giggled, baring her teeth:

- Yes, that would be much cooler. Although, we must pay tribute that such a thing would be extremely cruel. Although, I am cruelty!

And then she ordered:

- Let's have a new fight, we want fun!

The audience supported the Goddess, who doesn"t want to have fun. And then the signal sounds again. This time the most natural dwarf went into battle. He"s not tall , about one and a half meters, but he has shoulders like a closet and a long beard. Himself in armor and boots. Apparently he is an experienced fighter, holding a weapon in his hands, an ax in his right, and a dagger in his left. And the look is so confident.

Goddess Kali grins and notes:

- There will be a bloody battle! The dwarf in this case is evil, and unlike Artemis, he will not show mercy!

Four boys, about twelve or thirteen years old, ran out into the arena from the other side. They were, according to the tradition of slaves, wearing only blue swimming trunks. Tanned, barefoot and lean. The boys held a sword in their right hands and a shield in their left. Quite cute slaves.

The Elven Duchess, sitting next to Goddess Kali, noted:

- It"s a pity to send sweet boys to death !

The Empress of Evil muttered:

- It"s a pity for the bee, but the bee is on the Christmas tree!

Then she added:

- The dwarf may also die - there are four of them, and they have already fought in duels!

Indeed, the slave boys began to whisper and glance sideways at the dwarf, who was not taller than them, and there was only one.

Kali's retinue began to make bets. They had already seen the gnome in action. More often he killed a lion or a wolf, and a couple of times boys. And most of the bets were on him.

Goddess Kali noted:

- The fight is going to be very interesting. Come on, let's go!

The gong sounds. And the dwarf swings his ax and rushes at his enemies. And the boys dispersed and stood in a semicircle. And the boys, apparently, were preparing for such a battle. They shifted quite deftly when the dwarf tried to swing his axe, avoiding a direct hit. And the ax kept spinning.

The dwarf, of course, is physically very strong and, despite his clumsy appearance, is fast. And so his ax caught one of the young gladiators so that the shield burst from the blow, and the child was wounded.

Here the boy jester, in order to cheer up the unfortunate guys sent to slaughter, began to sing:

I"m a hit and miss, even if I"m still a boy,

Always ready to fight orcs...

Although sometimes fortune is like a fool,

But young years help out!


Wherever there was a mischievous child,

Fate sometimes threw us to Mars...

In the Fatherland, every diaper is a warrior,

And Karabas won"t catch him in the net!


I am a brave and very skillful boy,

Don"t give in to difficulties is the motto...

Today children, tomorrow officers,

Let's build a cool elfinism soon !


There are many great warriors in Elphia,

Each of us is a fighter and pioneer...

We will stop the onslaught of wild orcs,

Let's show the world an example of courage!


There is no word for us - weakness and fatigue,

Children-knights are capable of anything...

And it won"t come, I believe in it, old age,

Although sometimes there are zeros!


I became a pioneer in a bloody battle,

All the wilds passed, a furious hurricane...

And the Orkish adversaries perish,

We will strike the Fuhrer!


Do not believe those who are foxy and talk,

In fact, the abomination is a sly fox...

Today honey, tomorrow with executioners,

But the pioneer's conscience is so clear!


I believe there will be a time brighter than light,

In which eternal elfinism rules...

In the poems of the knights the dream is sung,

Furious Orkshism has been cast into the abyss !


So people, believe, a wonderful fate awaits ,

We will truly defeat the gnomes...

We will dispel, I know, we are clouds in the sky,

Let's pass the exam honestly and with an A!


There is a warrior in Elfia, and a child from the manger,

We are not stronger, we cannot be found cooler...

And the boy"s voice is very ringing,

Know that our pioneer will not turn away from the path!


Achieve the boy a great fate,

Become a demiurge and do good...

The faces on the icons are blessed,

You can't build happiness on blood!


We will become higher and above the entire universe,

Elfia is a powerful country...

And the strength of the Family in battle is unchanged,

Be destroyed by Orkler Satan!


We will soon march along Orklin,

And I will forever be a pioneer...

Although we have become much older children,

But there is still no need for half measures!


We want to make our Motherland Great,

Achieve glory from the hoary centuries...

For the Most High Family with a Thousand Faces,

Will add strength to our fists!


In short, we will fight bravely,

I believe we will defeat the Orkshists decisively...

We kept what was important in our hearts,

Above us is the Family and God's Cherub!

Above us is the Family and God's Cherub!

. CHAPTER No. 9.

The blonde girl woke up. And the chains clanked, her back hurt from lying. True, they threw a little straw to make it softer for the beauties.

The cell was clean, without rats, you could even see warm but fresh air blowing through the bars.

Drachma answered with a smile:

- You're overslept, but drink some milk. They started to love us!

There really was a jug of fresh milk and cakes. The girl drank a little and ate a flatbread with cheese. And she noted:

- So why are we sitting here? Maybe it's time to call us in for questioning?

The nymph girl noted:

-You have very vivid dreams. And the magicians from the retinue of the Goddess Kali are looking at them.

Elizabeth was surprised:

- How do you know that?

Drachma answered with a smile:

- They pulled up the Diamond Morph . I feel his presence. And with its help, they download your dreams, making it look like a movie.

The blonde girl slapped her bare feet and cooed:

- Wow! And that's cool! They're making movies out of my dreams! And this gives me great pleasure!

The Nymph Countess nodded:

- Yes, it"s a pleasure for you, but ... It"s unlikely that the Goddess of Evil Kali does this for a good purpose. Surely this will cause some harm to people. And not only, of course, people. But also to other living beings.

Elizabeth sang harshly:

Evil is proud of its power,

Goddess Kali drew her sword...

But with a blonde girl I'm a cherub,

Behind her there will be the power of the God of the Family!

And she drank milk with gusto, snacking on a rather fresh and tasty bun with cheese and cinnamon. But apparently there was something mixed in the milk.

The blonde girl"s sapphire eyes began to close and she cooed:

- What the hell!

Drachma nodded:

- Yes, they want to play the movie again. But it doesn't hurt anyway.

Elizabeth wanted to say something in response, but her eyes finally closed and she fell into a deep sleep.

But the dreams were really very vivid, and the sensations differed little from reality.

A nasal voice grunted:

- You need to have practice.

- That we were not born yesterday, and the partisans were not tortured. "Elizabeth pretended to be offended, her black face even grimaced, as if a panther had a toothache. - Physical and moral impact, it"s so natural.

Two armored trucks drove onto a country road. The cars shook as they drove over uneven surfaces. In general, it was no longer so comfortable. One of the powerful soldiers tried every now and then to lean his elbow on Elizabeth. The girl decided to show her character and gave him a strong slap in the face.

He flew away from a strong blow. True, he didn"t switch off. In a rage he rushed at Elizabeth:

- You'll get it in the butt, slut! - He screamed at the top of his lungs . The other soldiers laughed and hooted.

- Where, but you don"t have enough for more! - The girl hit him in the throat with the edge of her palm with the quickness of a cobra. The fighter went limp, falling over like a sack. - Yes, you are not thick-skinned enough for a boxer.

The colonel looked into the compartment.

- What is this? - She asked sternly. More precisely, her voice resembled the roar of a hungry tiger.

- Let's exercise our right to choose! - Elizabeth answered.

Now the roar of the female colonel was approving:

-Did you knock out David Haye ? What a great girl. Not every soldier is capable of this, this guy has a black belt in karate.

- And a group of brains! - The blonde girl finished.

Roar in response:

- What a group?

Elizabeth blurted out:

- Disability!

The female colonel licked her full lips and shook her double chin:

- Well, you're a wit. Okay, I'll take you and your friend for interrogation. It will be entertaining.

Two armored vehicles reached the village. The soldiers scattered around the outskirts. There were sixty of them, fifty men and ten women. Plus two more girls. The special forces moved in concert, but, nevertheless, seasoned warriors Elizaveta and Drakhma noted the presence of miscalculations in preparation. Apparently, mass repressions among military personnel had an effect. At one time, by the way, blacks were not accepted into the green berets at all, but now they are all blacks. Stalin's policies are taking their toll. Fallen leaves rustle underfoot, the sky is still black and gloomy, the only thing missing is the howling of wolves. The chapel is visible, however, instead of a cross, there is a five-pointed star with a larger upper tail hanging on it.

Girls really want to take off their boots and run barefoot, especially with bare soles it"s so nice to feel the roughness and unevenness of the soil, when every bump, every twig and bump is felt.

Here they are approaching a house marked with a cross written in yellow chalk.

Elizabeth whispers:

- Symbolically, yellow is the color of betrayal.

Drachma replied:

- It"s like a fairy tale about Ali Baba and the forty thieves. The same naivety of the gunners. How stupid is this, who is aiming this way?

The dog in the booth starts barking.

- Here's another puncture , to hell with all the suddenness. Now it will be a complete failure.

A boy of about ten appears on the threshold. Fair-haired, like most children, with a slight tan, you won"t turn bronze under the British sun. A thin body is visible through the rags. He runs up, flashing small, bare feet, knocked down and scratched, to the dog and says:

- Tufi , are there strangers here?

- Defuse, but do not kill! - The colonel commands.

The special forces rush towards the boy. The child screams:

- Mother! For help! - And runs away, flashing bare, dirty heels.

They rush after him, the lasso flies, engulfing his ankle. The boy falls, twitches, trying in vain to escape.

The colonel ran up to him and roughly poked him with her foot:

- Shut up, puppy. Is the Duchess here?

The boy shook his head negatively:

- That's how it is! You're lying!

The child squeaked in fear:

- No way, no! I am telling the truth!

- There is a yellow cross drawn here. - Said the colonel. - However, look.

An old woman appeared on the threshold. Her face was disgusting and wrinkled, a gold tooth flashed. She said in a crackling voice:

- The Duchess of Valencia is sleeping.

The female colonel growled:

- Is it strong?

The ugly old traitor woman croaked:

- I mixed her with wood infusion.

The black lady roared:

- Tie up the boy, and we"ll talk to her on the spot.

The soldiers burst into the house. The atmosphere in it was simple, rustic. The noble lady herself fell asleep without undressing on the bed. The Duchess was in the usual military camouflage, a pale and fair-haired daughter of Britain.

The beauty is special, like that of a medieval princess, reeking of a special aristocracy.

The black woman- colonel bared her teeth:

- I really love blondes. - And she grabbed the duchess"s snow-white hair with her black paw.

Her partner, Lieutenant Colonel, noted:

- It"s too early to pull it. She's like a log. We need to bring Snow White to her senses.

- Agree! - Said the colonel.

From her belt she took out a small syringe and an ampoule. She opened it with a snap of her fingers and scooped up a cube.

- This is how we deal with dissidents . - She said, tearing the sleeve of her shirt and injecting the point into a vein.

The Duchess's face turned pink and her eyes opened.

- Happy awakening to you! - The Colonel slapped her hand on her cheek, she immediately blushed. - Well, how did you sleep, beauty ?

The Duchess looked around. Around her, the exclusively black faces of American special forces were visible, who looked at her with curiosity, like a strange animal.

The colonel pointed the gun:

- Now you will tell us everything.

- Let him reveal the Druids' shelter. - The corrupt and very nasty old woman suggested.

The colonel bared her teeth:

- That's it! They created an underground that is dangerous for the current government. And it urgently needs to be exposed.

The lieutenant colonel added:

- Speak, de Valenska , otherwise I will hurt you very much.

The Duchess pouted her lips, giving them a contemptuous look.

- I won't tell you anything, red Yankees.

The female colonel yelled:

- That's how it is! Then undress her!

The duchess's shirt was torn off at once, the powerful hands of the special forces tore off her belt, pulling off her pants, exposing her slender legs. The boots were torn off, followed by the underwear. The fighters seemed to be peeling a nut with how fast their movements were. The proud Duchess, one of Britain's most distinguished ladies, found herself naked in front of rough black soldiers who looked at her with obvious interest and made salty jokes.

A howl was heard:

- Wow, what a white body she has!

Wild laughter and mocking words:

- It looks like she fell out in the snow!

Laughter again:

- No, in the chalk!

Grunting of a lustful boar:

- What will this skin be like if it becomes covered with burns?

- And the mouth! Poppy-colored lips as if created to serve us! - Said the largest black man.

The duchess's chastity suffered greatly as a naked princess before men of low birth. Her face turned red with anger and shame.

The noble girl screamed:

- No, give me back my clothes, and don"t look at me like that!

The colonel put her unwomanly hairy hand on her chest and pinched her scarlet nipple, the color of a ripe strawberry.

- No, how good she is ! You know, I can order, and fifty men will rape you in a variety of ways.

- You don't dare do this. - Whispered, trembling all over, the Duchess de Valenne .

The cruel female growled:

- And why is that!

The naked beautiful girl croaked:

- Contradicts the code of communist morality.

The Colonel laughed and pulled the nipple of her right breast, noting how wildly the Duchess"s heart was pounding. Then she ran her hand over her stomach, scratching with her nails, and sank lower. The Duchess was twisted, but she could not do anything, since she was tied to the bed, and even the thugs were holding her by the arms and legs.

The female officer"s voice was as disgusting as glue:

- Like this! It's nice to humiliate royalty. Do you know how Stalin ordered the death of the English king?

The Duchess croaked in fear:

- I heard ! This is an Asian barbarian.

Savoring the words, the female colonel, licking her full lips with pleasure, said:

- Yes, King George had an aurochs horn stuck in his ass and hot lead poured into it. It was even recorded on tape and shown to us. So that everyone can see how our glorious organs break the obstinate and proud. No rank can protect you from the punitive department of "CHIP", or "Honor and Rights".

The noble girl shouted:

- Yes , most likely, you are just pathetic executioners. Feeling like insignificant people, you try to rise up at the expense of other people"s suffering.

The colonel grinned:

- This is sweet revenge!

Drachma remarked:

- The rural bell tower is insignificant among the skyscrapers, but majestic among the huts!

And then she added, grinning her face:

A slave who humiliates a king is a god for one hour and a devil for eternity!

The colonel put her hand on her shoulder:

- Well done. You speak very well. I"m even thinking about giving you the right to whip the obstinate duchess.

The Nymph Countess objected:

- I don't think it's worth it. My hand is too heavy. In this case, her body will quickly lose sensitivity.

- I agree with this. The first twelve strokes are mine. - The colonel took out a rubber whip from her bosom.

Drachma noticed how tense and worried Elizabeth was, filled with righteous anger. She tried to calm her down by whispering in her ear:

- Be restrained.

She answered in a barely audible voice:

- I can not. A woman is being tortured.

Drachma logically reassured:

- We have an implementation task. What, in comparison, is the life of a duchess. Moreover , it is someone else's blood.

Elizabeth fell silent. The colonel commanded:

- Turn it over!

The thugs did just that, placing the princess on her stomach. The whip whistled, falling on the smooth white back.

- Once! - The colonel commanded herself. She hit hard and skillfully, extending the whips. The Duchess, unable to help herself, screamed, leaving several stripes on her back.

- Two! Three! Four! - The Colonel hit almost without swinging, causing pain, but avoiding serious cuts. - Now, as the Russians like to say, a hot bath, with a broom.

-You studied with de Sade. - The Duchess de Valencia screamed.

The female officer licked her lips and nodded:

- Maybe! One of the few white people I respect.

The colonel continued to torment her back, trying to cover it evenly from her buttocks to her shoulders. She succeeded, only a few drops of blood came out.

black-haired vixen roared:

- Well, the first part of the procedure is finished. Will you speak? Tell us where the Druids are hiding?

- No never! You can take my life! - Said the Duchess.

The female lieutenant colonel suggested:

- Maybe sprinkle some red pepper on her abrasions? This will make her howl wildly.

The colonel interrupted:

- It"s not worth it! She will lose consciousness from the painful shock. May be disconnected for a long time.

The sadistic woman suggested:

- Then current! This is one of the purest forms of torture.

- Well, let's try, Brown and Kim bring electrodes and a dynamo. - Said the colonel. - Actually, this is one of my favorite types of torture.

While they were busy with the duchess, the old woman, trying to curry favor, interrogated a bound, barefoot boy, who had already lost weight under the occupation.

- Well, do you want me to give you some honey? Tell me where the Druids are. Then you will receive a lot of money from the Red commanders.

The boy whispered:

- Please pat me on the head.

- Only! Certainly! - The old woman extended her hand to him. At that moment, the boy, contrived, grabbed her finger with the teeth of a predatory wolf cub. He managed to bite off a piece of skin.

- Serves you right, traitor. - The boy said.

The old woman screamed, drawing attention to herself.

The Colonel jumped up to her!

- Why are you growling, old hag ?

The witch-like granny hissed:

- Yes, this puppy bites.

The female lieutenant colonel growled:

- So maybe hang him?

The old lady made a sly face:

- It"s not worth it! This boy is a messenger of the Druids. He can tell you where they are.

The female colonel growled:

- Is that so? - So, he needs to be interrogated.

The boy was carried out and placed in front of the colonel. The blond boy was scared, but tried to give himself a courageous expression, knitting his small eyebrows.

The colonel grinned:

- A nice boy, but at the same time our enemy. Maybe you can tell us everything yourself? Then you will receive a chocolate candy.

The boy energetically shook his blond, box-cropped head:

- No!

- Is that so? Then we have to cheer him up a little with a whip. - The colonel nodded to the soldiers. They easily tore off the child's shabby rags, exposing his thin back with protruding sharp shoulder blades.

The female officer roared:

- Apparently, they don"t indulge in good food here.

- Your rule brought the rich people to poverty. - The boy answered. - People are starving.

- But the light of the party warms. - The Colonel raised her whip. - Here the duchess begged:

- Don't hit him!

The black woman roared:

- Ah! Yes, you are merciful! So you'll tell us everything.

The beautiful girl begged:

- No! Better hit me.

The female colonel giggled:

- We will always have time for this.

The lieutenant colonel noted:

- The boy worked as a messenger for the Druids. Look how broken his legs are.

Indeed, the child"s bare feet were covered in abrasions, bruises, and punctured by thistles. It was clear that he had run hundreds of miles, and the veins on his ankles were swollen, indicating a heavy load. The lieutenant colonel touched the boy"s calloused foot with her fingers:

- Hard , perhaps he walks barefoot even in the winter cold.

The Colonel remarked:

"So he"s no stranger to pain." - And she brought the whip down on the child"s shoulders.

The boy shuddered, his round face wrinkled, but remained silent.

- He's been whipped before. - The lieutenant colonel noticed.

The female colonel growled:

- We'll figure it out!

Another lash. No reaction. Now between the shoulder blades. The boy was only silent, his breathing was heavy, droplets of blood fell.

The colonel dealt twelve blows and stopped, apparently the boy"s endurance was depriving him of pleasure.

- And he"s made of iron, he can withstand such blows.

The lieutenant colonel noted:

- Fresh healthy blood of the white proletarian.

- Don"t you think that the boy"s face looks a little like the duchess? "The female colonel tilted her face.

The female lieutenant colonel logically objected:

- Not really! It only seems so. They can't be related. Blonde hair is just common in Britain.

The black sadist giggled:

- Possibly, but it is also suspicious.

Her partner quite logically retorted:

- Come on! A noble son will not run barefoot over thorns. Anyway, it"s time to start electric shock torture.

Two tall commandos carried a dynamo into the room.

- Well, the cutting processor has arrived. Well, who should we start with? - asked the lieutenant colonel.

- Better with the duchess. She screams so beautifully. - Answered the cool female colonel.

- Then let's connect the electrodes. - Said the evil woman.

The colonel took a large match from her pocket, lit it and brought it to the boy's bare heel. A small flame licked the packed calluses of the child's little foot. He twitched, but bit his lip and held back his screams; he smelled of burnt meat.

The female colonel grinned:

- No! This boy is definitely not that simple. Therefore, first the duchess.

Having connected the electrodes, the female executioners turned on the current. Sparks passed through the duchess's white body, she arched, and the woman let out a wild scream.

Here he was interrupted by machine gun shots, bullets pierced the female colonel and lieutenant colonel, spraying other soldiers.

Drachma noticed out of the corner of her eye that Elizabeth was shooting. The warrior countess said:

- I still couldn"t stand it.

Elizabeth roared:

- Why, I have to endure such torture. After all, these are just degenerates of the underworld.

- Agree! - Drachma supported her, in turn, opening frantic fire.

The blonde warrior sang:

- Don"t spare them, exterminate the evil reptiles like squash bugs, burn them like cockroaches!

Having shot the clips, the girls dodged the bullets, reloaded, and attacked the survivors. Most of the special forces were huddled in a spacious room, and they were much more difficult to kill. The old traitor woman ran away, but ran into the bayonet-knife of her own partner.

- Like this! - The bastard got it from her own people . - Drachma summed up and spat so that her saliva flattened the cockroach.

Elizabeth finished off the last two. One of them managed to throw a grenade, and the girl intercepted it with her booted foot on the fly, sending it out the window.

The blonde terminator muttered:

- Don't hurt people.

There was a loud noise outside the window and screams were heard. Some people were unlucky and weren't killed right away, now the agony awaited.

Having finished off about forty people, or rather animals, in the house, Elizabeth and Drachma jumped out to finish off the rest. At the same time , the girls did not disdain to use daggers and kick.

In particular, Drachma, having made an incredible leap, hit her opponent in the nose with her heel, at the same time knocking out his bone tissue into the brain. Death was instant. Elizabeth crushed her jaw with her knee, crushing her Adam"s apple at the same time. At the same time , she managed not to get stained with blood.

The blonde warrior said:

- You're like Chrysostom, you bled to death.

The girl avoided the line, which, however, with her artifacts was not scary, and rammed the enemy herself with a light.

Elizabeth squeaked:

- Get the bastard outfit out of turn.

Drachma did not lag behind:

- It's time to give everyone a reckoning.

There were few special forces soldiers, and they were confused, having lost their commanders. It turned out to be annoyingly easy to kill the survivors . Which is what the girls did. Drachma threw the last one high, so much so that he was pierced by a stake in his stomach.

The Nymph Countess said:

- I'm treating you like a vampire! Pray that you are not crushed by the tapir!

The girl let out a poisonous laugh. Elizabeth approached her:

- There is no smell of living soldiers around us. Only fresh corpses smell.

- And this soldier is a corpse, dressed in a sheepskin coat! - Drachma joked. - Well, what are we going to do now?

The blonde terminator suggested:

- Let's look at our prisoners.

Elizabeth headed towards the house, Drachma behind her. An old woman was dying at the threshold.

Elizabeth leaned towards her:

- Should I euthanize you?

The traitorous grandmother said:

- I don"t know what kind of Nazi !

The blonde terminator said:

- Without a painful death!

The ugly old woman replied:

- Hey! This! I lived badly, and I'm dying badly. I will say in conclusion that it was vampires, the eternal competitors of the druids, who set me up for betrayal.

Elizabeth was surprised:

- What, do vampires exist?

The traitorous grandmother confirmed with a wheeze:

- Yes, sure. But they are few and live secretly! If you want to meet one of them, then go to the address, Trapmlilirov Street , number twenty. The password is "Cross and Grave".

The grandmother gurgled and fell silent, passing out.

The blonde terminator, perplexed, remarked:

- She died! This is just what a meeting with a vampire can give us.

Drachma replied:

- A lot, Lizonka. Firstly, among the vampires there are probably dissatisfied with the new red regime, and secondly, if they exist, then this will be a valuable discovery.

Elizabeth, curious, asked:

- So how does science deny their existence?

The Nymph Countess confirmed with a smile:

- At least this way! However, not all. Many reputable scientists are convinced of the existence of bloodsucking people. Moreover, they even wrote dissertations on this topic.

The blonde terminator cooed:

- Yes, I know about it. I even had to read the rationale for the myth of Koshchei the Immortal.

Drachma answered with a smile, her pearly teeth sparkling:

- Whatever it is, we will keep the possibility in mind.

The girls ran into the house.

The boy had already managed to cut the ropes and brought the duchess to his senses. He tried to pull on his torn shirt. Seeing Elizabeth and Drachma enter, she hastily covered herself, alarming lights lit up in her eyes. The girls were in the uniform of the Red Army of the CSA.

And in makeup with black skin and curly hair.

Elizabeth extended her hand:

- Don't be afraid! - She said affectionately.

- And me too! - Drachma confirmed. - We bite only the enemies of Great Russia and those who want to shoot us.

The boy smiled.

- Valencia, these are our friends! They came with good things.

The Duchess asked:

-Are you Russian agents?

- Yes, you can believe us! - Elizabeth said.

The girl shook her bare, white leg and said in surprise:

- But at the same time black!

- This is our big secret. - Drachma answered. - In principle, we do not have to answer to anyone.

- Well, I agree with this. - The Duchess made an attempt to rise, the boy supported her. Drachma noticed that the child was thin, but wiry and stronger than his age:

-Are you a druid? - She asked him.

The boy replied:

- I'm just a messenger Arthur. True, he took part in some rituals. I can feel the strength.

- And what do you feel from us? - Elizabeth asked.

The capable child confidently answered:

- That you are creatures from another world, endowed with unusually enormous abilities. In addition, these beads that you have under your clothes give a tangible flow of energy, creating a field around you.

Drachma asked doubtfully:

- Yes, you really are a druid, but why do you walk around in rags?

The boy answered with captivating frankness:

- This is an ascetic education. It forms a pure aura around the soul, strengthens the body and provides protection. The more difficult your flesh is, the greater the strength of your spirit.

Elizabeth eagerly confirmed:

- Then I understand! This is like the Indian yogis who climbed naked to the icy top of mountains to gain access to higher forms of energy.

- Yes, we studied the practice of yoga. - Said the boy. - This is quite interesting. The experience of other peoples deserves study, not neglect. You Russians also have witchcraft organizations. Due to persecution from the Orthodox Church, they are in hiding, so not everything is happy in religion either.

Drachma nodded:

- Actually, if I weren"t an atheist, I would prefer the faith of my ancestors: Old Church Slavonic. Christianity is the religion of slaves who turned the most powerful and free nation into a flock of sheep. After all, it was thanks to Orthodoxy that serfdom was established in Rus'. The priest taught: God endured and commanded us!

Elizabeth, not entirely confident, said:

- There were a lot of mistakes in the Middle Ages, but now the priests don"t seem to be against progress.

- They are not against progress in words , but they hinder the development of human abilities. The human race will either achieve omnipotence or disappear! Man is destined to either live as a god or die as a worm! - Drachma stated without a shadow of doubt.

- This is very similar to the truth. - Elizabeth agreed with a not very cheerful look. - But it is impossible to become a god without God!

Drachma blurted out, propping her sides with her fists:

- Or maybe it"s the other way around!

The boy interrupted them:

- We Druids recognize God, but we believe that the Bible was incorrectly written and translated.

- Well, Arthur! - It's not a matter of translation. Just don"t grind a cobblestone, it won"t become a pearl. - Drachma said.

A child with the makings of a philosopher blurted out:

- You speak well. Red. Only a lot of blood will be shed because of red speeches.

- And also bright ideas and good intentions. - Drachma noticed.

- The purer the idea, the more dirt sticks to it during implementation! - The boy Arthur noticed. - You Russians also want to unite the whole world in a fraternal family of nations.

- How to say! - Elizabeth hesitated. - Formally, only during the USSR it was stated in the constitution that the process of forming the Soviet Union would be completed with the inclusion of the last republic. And in modern Russia, even the law prohibits directly campaigning for world war.

Drachma noted:

- Rus' has always strived, like Britain and any country, for expansion. And a united humanity, under the rule of a common government, is our future. And it is better if representatives of Russia dominate it. At least for us. By the way, in our world only two countries can more or less adequately manage the planet: Russia and the USA.

- And China? - Elizabeth asked.

- Under the leadership of the Communist Party, it is doomed to degradation. And in general, ninety percent of China's economic growth is Western investment. In principle, the Communist Party has become bourgeois! - Drachma said in an angry voice.

The blonde girl said in a calm tone:

- I believe that if Zyuganov had won in Russia, the economic policy would have differed little from the modern one.

The nymph girl readily confirmed:

- It would be to the left, but it would be essentially the same capitalism . In general, Russian communists were unlucky with their leadership. Only young, energetic cadres can save the Communist Party.

The boy stated:

- You don't need the Russian Communist Party. They have already come to power here, most of the population lives on ration cards, it is impossible to buy normal clothes. And many people have forgotten what meat is. For example, I only tried it once at Christmas.

Elizabeth squeaked:

- And How?

The young druid replied:

- Tasty! Although, chocolate is better. I somehow managed to steal one tile. For the committed act of theft, I had to suffer astral atonement: thirty-three lashes of the whip. His back was covered in blood, and after the flogging he thanked the teachers for their science.

The blonde girl tweeted:

- Well, this is generally good. Okay, boy, introduce us to the Druids.

The boy stamped his bare, small, broken foot and answered :

- I don't have the authority to do this. I'll tell my brothers about you. Then, if they deem it necessary, they will contact you. I will not hide that the grip of Orthodoxy is also tight, we would like the independence of Britain, not the English province.

- Perhaps a pro-Russian government will simply come to power in Britain. - Said Drachma. - In addition, I will talk to Zhukov so that he weakens the influence of the Orthodox Church. This leads to excessive conservation of science and progress.

Elizabeth remarked:

- It"s not clear that progress has slowed down.

The Nymph Countess noted:

- This is a subtle process, but judge for yourself whether Christianity has the necessary vitality.

Elizabeth noted, baring her teeth:

- All atheistic regimes have collapsed, or, as in China, there is a process of revival of Christianity. In general, orthodox communists remained only in impoverished North Korea, and even Fidel Castro bowed to the Pope. Christianity has by no means lost ground in our universe. Even if it is inferior in some places, it is to Islam, not to atheism. Admit it, how many 100% atheists are there?

Drachma replied sarcastically:

- I suppose more than 100% Christians.

The Duchess interrupted them:

- I'm a Catholic! True, not fanatical. I admit that the Roman Papacy had many sins and mistakes. But at the same time, Catholics and Orthodox churches are sisters. In Russia, there is too much pressure on those who are not Orthodox . If there are not so many Catholics and Lutherans, then, for example, Baptists are almost outlawed. I think there should be more freedom here.

Elizabeth nodded:

- In England, Baptists were once burned at the stake. By the way, even in Russia they didn"t pat me on the head. Now morals have become freer. But in reality, all beliefs cannot be correct. Christ Himself said: One faith, One shepherd, One baptism! Therefore, we are trying to consolidate all peoples in a multinational empire through a single religion. Ultimately, this should strengthen national harmony.

The boy objected:

- Coercion destroys love, you can kiss the whip, but it"s easier to bite your teeth into it.

- You speak well, young philosopher! I hope we will meet again, but now let's go to London. Yes, and I warn you, we will change our identity . - Drachma said.

The boy handed them the chestnut:

- Take it! This is a search artifact, with its help we will always find you if necessary.

Elizabeth smiled:

- It looks childish, but for some reason I believe it.

- You need to take it in your mouth and whisper: - Need help. - And we will hear! - Said Arthur.

- Amazing! We will do so. But the question is, what if we end up too far? - Elizabeth asked.

The barefoot, handsome boy answered confidently:

"Then I"ll come alone and help."

Drachma doubted:

-Yes, how can you help her! We saw you so helpless.

Arthur replied with a sweet smile:

-Your right to believe or not to believe.

- Then we went, and lost so much time. - Elizabeth said.

The girls took their leave, took the documents from the colonel and lieutenant colonel, and, practically unharmed, moved on. Their plan changed slightly. It was necessary to take on a new identity . The colonel and lieutenant colonel were perfectly suited for this. Their corpses were doused with gasoline and set on fire. Yes, just in case. Other bodies were thrown into a cesspool. It's cruel, but necessary. The legend that there was a battle with partisans did not fit. Too suspicious, sixty people were killed, and only two commanders managed to survive. It smelled like a tribunal.

It will be necessary to report that the soldiers have been recalled for an important mission. For a few days, it could work, but more is not necessary.

Drachma answered angrily:

- Actually, we got ourselves into trouble , Elizabeth. We really got into trouble ! You shouldn't have shot.

The blonde warrior objected:

- Why? We saved two wonderful people from death and fanaticism. The Duchess and the boy, who is not so simple at all. In addition, sixty-two not the very last warriors of the CSA army were killed. This is a serious plus!

The Nymph Countess muttered:

- What about the disadvantages?

- What are the disadvantages? We can now safely travel throughout the country. Read the documents. Specially authorized special forces "Commando". We now have access to the very top. - Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. "Can"t you see with a simple glance all our advantages?"

Drachma scratched her thick head of blackened hair. Then, with considerable skepticism, she noted:

- The risk of exposure increases. We don"t know anything about them, but others may know.

The blonde warrior answered confidently:

- All Yankees are about the same. You just need to be arrogant with your subordinates and servile before your superiors.

The Nymph Countess grinned:

- Perhaps you are right.

The colonel and lieutenant colonel were approximately equal in build to the girls. Was their last name Comrade Dietrich and Zitrich? The women were a little thicker than the girls, but this was not a problem. Changing faces is, in principle, not difficult. In general, with their art of camouflage, problems could only arise if the object of replacement was very tall, or, conversely, too small. As for the voice, even ordinary people master the art of imitation. The girls got into cars and drove to London.

Since they were in different armored vehicles , they drove in silence, without starting any discussions. In general, the most difficult thing is to get an alcoholic to give up his bottle and a religious fanatic to give up his views!

Along the way they came across roadblocks five times. Three passed without delay, on two they wanted to demand documents, but upon learning that Colonel Dietrich and Lieutenant Colonel Zitrich were allowed through.

- Do your duty, boys! - Elizabeth shouted.

- Just don't stick your head out! They'll tear them off with whatever you eat! - Drachma joked.

"Yes, with our rations," the officer began. -

Drachma lashed out:

- What, you"re not happy with the soldering?!

He quickly replied:

- No, I"m happy with everything, praise be to Comrade Stalin!

The nymph countess roared:

- So shut up!

The sixth checkpoint was at the very entrance to the British capital. The Thames flowed to the left, and Corfe, the famous fortress, rose to the right. Long muzzles of anti-aircraft guns stuck out of it. They could be used both against tanks and aircraft.

The walls are thick and seem to have been specially sealed. Overall, a powerful citadel covering London. Elizabeth remembered that during the air battle for England, Hitler would allocate four hundred aircraft to destroy Corfu. But the walls of the city stood. True, the Nazis burned the city of Coventry. Hitler even introduced a phrase after this: coventrify !

The girls were asked for documents. We looked at the light. And, apparently, they recognized it and burst into smiles.

- Mrs. Zitrich. - The officer turned to Elizabeth. - How are things going?

The disguised blonde yelled:

- We crush the partisans and other evil spirits . The partisans are weak, but the internal enemy is stronger. Maybe I should check you out?

The officer turned away and muttered:

- I'm reliable!

The killer girl went berserk:

- What if you put electrodes in your mouth? Then will you confess?

In response, frightened babbling:

- No need! Comrade Zitrich.

The blonde girl continued to be impudent:

- And you called me madam. This is fraught with punishment.

The officer was literally choking with fear:

- I misspoke! Kind of a twist!

- OK! Be silent, don't say anything, there's winter in your heart. - Elizabeth drove off.

Drachma turned out to be more restrained in communication, shook her head slightly, but did not answer anything:

- My passport remains with me. - She said.

London at night was almost deserted. Policemen with bulldogs roamed the streets. A curfew was in effect. The girls were stopped several times in the city itself. Until they arrived at the Red Fist Hotel. Here we could slow down. The house itself housed a 24-hour officer's restaurant.

- Don"t you want to sleep, Comrade Zitrich? - Drachma asked Elizabeth mockingly .

-It depends on who, Comrade Dietrich! - The blonde terminator answered. - Not with a log.

- You can do it with a log, if it"s big. - Drachma stated with a vulgar hint. - I"ll tell you, without considering it an honor and not taking my word for it, the brothels are our glory, flattery, moths have eaten their fur coat!

The blonde warrior remarked:

- What are you talking about, Dietrich? - It looks like absolute nonsense.

The Nymph Countess muttered:

- Don"t tell Lizonka! That's right, humorous.

Elizabeth clarified:

- And quite flat.

The girls headed to the restaurant. They wanted to eat, at the same time, to listen to the conversations of drunken officers. Even under the totalitarian Stalinist regime, there were some concessions for officers. In particular, in a restaurant they could not be arrested for talking, unless it was about direct treason. So there was something to be learned.

Elizabeth walked almost inaudibly, and Drachma, on the contrary, stomped - well, two high-ranking officers could not walk as they liked, namely barefoot. I had to put up with wearing boots that were far from comfortable. There were guards at the entrance, two pretty tough bouncers, but they let the girls through without further ado.

- Come on in, comrade colonels. - They said.

The warriors grinned their black faces:

- Of course! Otherwise it"s fraught!

The restaurant had chandeliers on and an elephant skin hanging on the wall, giving the room a native look.

The girls walked up to the counter and ordered a pizza martini, as well as a piece of fatty pork. On the one hand, this could be considered in poor taste, but red Americans like to eat, just like that. Besides, pork seems to emphasize your atheism.

After all, even many Christians consider her unclean.

Elizabeth only took a sip of the martini, and Drachma, of course, downed an entire glass without even flinching. But the officers began to speak more quietly. I ate some pizza.

The taste of elk meat, sausage, mushrooms, tomatoes, cheese with sweet alcohol was unusual. Quite pleasant. For the experiment, Elizabeth spread chocolate butter on a piece of pork. In general, there was a shortage of any goods in the CSA, especially food, but the American officers, especially the elite units, seemed to live in a different world. So they could show off , especially if they had money. Well, Drachma and Elizabeth had quite enough dollars. Dietrich and Zitrich themselves were rich, and those around them had something. Drachma also tried the oils on the fatty layer and noted:

- Tasty.

Elizabeth squeaked:

- So eat and drink!

The officers continued their conversation. We discussed events at the fronts and partisan attacks.

The latter, however, was a side topic:

- Militants from the White Lion group blew up the train. Thirty soldiers and six officers were killed. More than a hundred were injured.

- Those bastards ! Our people are being beaten. - Said an officer in major's uniform. - We need to introduce executions of hostages. For each of ours, a hundred Englishmen.

- Already entered! Executions were carried out. About five hundred women and children were burned. - The other one answered. Now the partisans will be given a tough rebuff. Stalin himself said: "Use all methods, even the most severe, against terrorists and bandits." In particular, families must take responsibility for guerrillas.

- Yesterday we tortured white bandits. They gave us their accomplices.

- Yes, we still need to execute acquaintances and others associated with the partisans.

The tone of conversation became quieter:

"Our troops on the eastern front suffered severe losses. The Russians used atomic bombs against the concentration of our troops. Hundreds of thousands killed and wounded.

A frightened grunt in response:

- Yes, I myself saw burned officers being unloaded on transport planes. Many of them simply went blind and their eyes bleed out. Whose hair has come out?

And a stupid gurgle:

- What barbarians these Russians are! They have bears walking right through the streets.

And another frightened wheeze:

- And tigers also speak.

The next exclamation was more skeptical:

- There are no tigers in such cold weather.

One of the officers put his finger to his lips and said:

- And they have special, saber-toothed monsters!

. CHAPTER No. 10

Elizabeth could hardly contain her laughter:

- They can kill you with their bazaar.

Drachma interrupted her:

- Listen more carefully, maybe you"ll run into something valuable.

- The colonel himself told me that in Russian laboratories they combined the genome of humans and tigers. They turned out to be terrible warriors. Almost invulnerable, capable of jumping high. It's like they look like women with lion's manes. - The young mulatto captain began.

The major interrupted him:

- These are all rumors! But I heard that we have seriously combined the genomes of rats, humans and gorilla. This makes for such fighters; not a single bullet can kill you, even if you hit them in the head. Scary mutants. It is they who will give us a glorious victory over the Russians! The most powerful ships are already ready for this; they will transport the nursery.

- Isn"t this a fiction? - Voices were heard.

The officer exclaimed:

- No! Everything is exactly right!

The noise died down a little. A colonel of about forty approached the girls. He extended his hand.

A deep voice was heard:

- You, I see, are my colleagues. What do you do?

- Nothing, we eat and don"t sleep! - Drachma answered jokingly.

The colonel politely suggested:

- Don"t you want to dance with me?

The Nymph Countess squealed:

- First, champagne!

- Waiter, give us some Texas sparkling wine! - The colonel shouted.

Drachma narrowed her eyes. A young girl in a light dress ran up to them and held out a tray with poured glasses.

The beauty tweeted:

- Please, gentlemen!

- Mutually! - The colonel pinched the very young creature, who looked no more than sixteen years old, on the bottom. - Be with me, sing a song! Let Stalin-Cola foam.

Elizabeth perked up:

- Yes, and order us Stalin-Cola and whiskey.

The senior officer smiled affectionately:

- Great! You have a peculiar taste.

Stalin-Cola was a blue liquid with a slight emerald flavor. Something like Tarragon, only stronger and sweeter in taste. Perhaps even too sweet, even cloying.

The blonde girl muttered:

- Yes, this is too much!

The colonel bared his teeth:

- There are too many surrogate sugar substitutes. Don't be shy, add more whiskey and you'll get a cocktail.

- Thanks for the advice! - Drachma said.

The girls drank a lot, but kept a fresh head. Although they mixed in various nonsense.

The blonde warrior said:

- Yes, this is just super!

Then they started dancing, but the colonel had the grace of a hippopotamus. Elizabeth and Drachma fluttered like butterflies. Perhaps they even got carried away. An unexpected phrase almost interrupted their dance.

- Dietrich and Zitrich, where did you learn to dance so well? - muttered the guy in the uniform of the captain of the Ministry of Honor and Rights.

- Oh, hi guy! - Drachma asked him. - Maybe you'd like to join us.

A bearded Soviet joke flashed through Elizabeth"s head.

Müller asks the SS Colonel:

- What is it like for Stirlitz to live in a foreign country, under a foreign name, with a foreign language for many years? Admit it, are you hiding from alimony payments?

Voice behind the scene:

- Never before has Stirlitz been so close to failure.

And now the game of foolishness did not work.

Instead of answering, the security officer pulled out his gun and aimed it.

- Well, hands behind your head. Walk with me and there will be an identity check! - Said the captain.

- Or maybe cash! - Drachma threw a needle at the captain, it was almost invisible, and hit him in the forehead. The girl ran up to him, pulled out the needle and pressed her finger on his neck. After this, the memory of the unlucky spy was completely lost, and a day later he was supposed to die from a blow.

- You see, it seems that these cows did not know bourgeois dances. - She whispered barely audibly.

- Yes! - Elizabeth said, - False starts and tango are not for them.

- So far our results are zero, we haven"t found out anything. - Drachma spoke without moving her lips, so from the outside it seemed that the girls were simply smiling.

Elizabeth noted:

- Do you know what I think!?

The Nymph Countess said almost silently:

- Speak, bright little head!

The blonde girl suggested:

- We need to interrogate the head of the London, or British, Department of Honor and Rights. He certainly should be aware so that no absurdities arise. You know what action can lead to without a single coordinator.

Drachma did not argue:

- I understand! But we don't know his name yet.

Elizabeth cooed with a smile:

- Let's find out! Our immediate superior, Comrade Lieutenant General Brumer. This one should be aware.

The warrior-nymph agreed:

- When will we go to him? Right now at night?

The beautiful blonde did not argue:

- Why not! Usually, people like him work in the style of Stalin all night, and at five o"clock, which is just a summer dawn, they go to bed.

Drachma noted with a grin:

- Well, that"s logical!

Elizabeth shook her strong hips, shrugged her muscular shoulders, and decisively suggested:

- So we ate, drank, and now it"s time to visit the boss.

The Nymph Countess asked barely audibly:

- Do you remember Zitrich"s gait well? Look, we may arouse strong suspicions.

The blonde warrior reassured:

- Of course, we don"t forget anything.

Drachma scooped the colonel up and, lulling him to sleep with her touch, sat the officer on a chair. The other soldiers continued to talk.

One of them said in a deep voice:

- Once we caught a cool Russian chick. So big, two meters tall.

Incredulous exclamations were heard:

- Well, you're pouring! There are no such things !

In response, a witty giggle:

- This is a Russian woman, a workhorse. So the six of us joined her and stuffed ourselves with sausages to our heart's content.

Horns were heard:

- They kicked her ass !

Next is vulgar:

- Certainly! She was very pleased!

And again chuckle:

-Have you tried to have intercourse with a tigress !?

And a satisfied cackle:

- I'll definitely try it! This will be a kuken-huken !

The Americans, mostly black, laughed. Elizabeth whispered to Drachma:

- Maybe kill them!? What boors !

The Nymph Countess logically objected:

- Why glow? Besides, they are already doomed. By killing them, we will only reveal our cards.

The blonde terminator suggested:

- You can do this softly and unnoticeably, carrying out the strike that we were taught at the FSB, delayed death.

The disguised nymph became curious:

- Wow, this is an interesting proposal.

Elizabeth and Drachma approached the officers.

Almost in unison they exclaimed:

- Well, guys, maybe you want real women, and not Russians pale as death.

- What, you are cool chicks. - The guys' eyes lit up.

Elizabeth and Drachma came up one by one and quickly hugged the guys. They did this to everyone, then they turned away. The blonde girl quietly turned on the walkie-talkie, and it beeped.

- Actually, they are calling us, for now.

The false black women left the confused guys. Elizabeth spared only one light-skinned officer; he was too young and handsome. Now the guys faced death from stroke and heart attacks within two days. So the beauties carried out a gentle cleaning. In this wonderful dream, they played the role of super fighters who had simply fantastic skills, and were able to do things that would be the envy of the elite special forces of any country.

- Well, everything is going according to plan so far. - Drachma said.

Elizabeth clarified:

- You mean by improvisation.

The Nymph Countess confirmed:

- General Brumaire is probably waiting for us.

Where the center of the Ministry of Honor and Rights is located , the girls discovered from maps captured from the executioners they killed. From there they knew the name of their immediate superior. But overall, the map gave an idea of London, despite the not particularly complex encryption.

- The city is not too poorly defended. - Elizabeth told herself.

Drachma confirmed this with a smile:

- You can see in it about fifty thousand American and approximately the same number of English soldiers of the regular army. Plus one hundred thirty-five thousand police officers from more than a third of mercenaries.

The blonde intelligence officer noted:

- In the city itself, if there was destruction, it was removed. Well, he looks pretty good.

The girls, leaving the restaurant, imitated slight intoxication, staggered, and flirted with the security. Afterwards they relaxed and walked with a springy gait.

To begin with, they decided that the colonel"s official car would be better suited for the trip.

The driver tried to object, but received a needle in the neck and froze. Drachma sat him down and told him the address.

The lanterns flashed again, despite the fact that the communists were boasting of their order, a couple of lamps were askew and did not burn. There are many red and modified British flags with the hammer and sickle on the streets. And the portraits of Stalin are huge, huge monuments have been erected. One of them is in the center of London, no less than two hundred twenty-five meters. Stalin points the finger of his right hand to the east, and clutches a grenade in his left hand.

Drachma opined:

- Quite a tasteless piece!

Elizabeth agreed:

- Perhaps the author should have been imprisoned for transferring people's money. For this monument you can build an aircraft carrier, or two battleships.

Drachma, it became funny:

- Who knows! Maybe he's already sitting.

- America is like a huge bus, one half is sitting, the other is shaking, there is only one controller, but all the rest are hares! - Elizabeth joked.

- No, it"s more like a ship in a storm, half is sick and the other is rushing around! - Drachma rubbed her ear. - Something is itching. Maybe it's makeup mixed with mascara?

The blonde spy noted:

- The quality doesn"t seem to be the worst, and it shouldn"t lag behind in water, and there"s no mascara here.

The girls drove around the monument and found themselves near the massive building of the ministry, or, as it was previously called, the People's Commissariat of Honor and Rights.

- It"s strange though! Why didn't they settle in the Tower? - Elizabeth asked.

Drachma expressed her thought:

- Perhaps in order to avoid unpleasant associations. This is a political prison!

The blonde noted doubtfully:

- But the Russian government was not afraid to settle in the White House.

The Nymph Countess cooed:

- Maybe that's why it was blown up so easily.

The building was low and went a good ten floors into the ground.

Elizabeth and Drachma slipped out of the car. Anger seemed to inspire them to exploits. And they really wanted to get rid of their shoes and feel the surface with their bare, elastic soles, which is both more dexterous and very pleasant for the eternally young girls.

However, at the entrance the girls restrained themselves by an effort of will, trying to give their gaits the laziness characteristic of Dietrich and Zitrich.

They were asked for documents and examined them carefully. But apparently Dietrich and Zitrich were not newcomers, and they were immediately recognized.

- Well, how was the hunt?! - They asked at the entrance. The cheerful major asked the question.

- Great, we managed to lasso a big game. - Drachma answered.

The young man winked with his brown eyes:

- Yes, it's funny!

Elizabeth interrupted:

"We have urgent information and we must make a report to General Brumaire."

Drachma nodded:

- Very important information, and I think it would be better not to put it off indefinitely.

The officer replied:

- The general is busy right now, but we will take you to him. In addition, he may want to talk to you during the interrogation.

- This is not the worst idea. - Drachma agreed.

Elizabeth added:

- We ourselves love and know how to torture.

The officer winked:

- You know, the most difficult and, at the same time, masterly thing is to split a partner without resorting to methods of physical force.

Drachma grinned:

- I can make any man sing and laugh without resorting to brute force. Maybe I can try it on you?

The officer joked:

- Don't, you'll crush me! Come on in!

The girls entered the corridor. In principle, in a modern intelligence service they would have their fingerprints and retina taken. But the Stone Age still reigned here. However, the girls were ready to change the design of their palms. To do this, you need to cut off the skin of your victims, dip them in a special solution and put these peculiar gloves on your hands. In general , the girls did just that; they had nothing to fear from this side. But they haven"t thought of the retina yet.

But why constantly check who they already know, and they also have completely authentic documents.

- Do you remember Stirlitz? - Elizabeth said without opening her mouth. (For their sensitive hearing, linguistic articulation is enough) - According to legend, he did not fall from the sky, but replaced a very real person.

Drachma, whose knowledge of the planet Earth had become much more extensive in the dream, readily answered:

- Von Stirlitz! Yes, this is, of course, fiction, but there was a real prototype, which, being one hundred percent German, was recruited for a lot of money.

The blonde spy answered eagerly:

- The best agents are still those who work for ideology. They help selflessly and effectively.

The Nymph Countess confirmed:

- There are not very many of them. Although, during the Great Patriotic War, millions of people around the world, including in Nazi Germany, believed in communism.

Elizabeth noted with a smile:

- Modern Russia has a problem. How to attract a potential traitor? If only for money, then they will be complete scum who slip in the wrong information.

The girls went down the steps. The corridors were brightly lit. There were posters on the walls. There are many workers, many of them women. In various projections and construction projects of the century. Workers, as a rule, are men and blacks; collective farmers, on the contrary, are women and whites. There are many soldiers, among them there are approximately equal numbers of whites and blacks. And also children! Oddly enough, the majority of them are already white, and light-headed at that.

Drachma pretended to be outraged.

- Why do they draw so many pale-faced fosterlings ?

The major walking in front replied:

- This is the tradition. It is believed that the new generation will be free from religious and national prejudices. In general, in the KSA we have equality of rights enshrined in the constitution. What, this doesn't suit you?

- Our race is the main support of communism! - Elizabeth said.

- General Brumaire is also white! - Said the officer. - And I am Sambo!

- And that means judo! - Drachma joked.

The girls stopped on the seventh floor of the subway. The sliding doors opened and they found themselves in a room where about ten people were standing at the entrance. All very large guys, two meters tall and with square shoulders. When they saw the colonels, they saluted.

- Come in! Madam.

The girls went inside.

General Brumaire, wearing dark glasses and a hooked nose, looked more Japanese than European.

Major General Vichy glided next to him. This time a classic black man.

Oddly enough, there was fresh air in the room and the smell of flowers.

Elizabeth and Drachma expected to encounter stale air and groaning prisoners, but they were slightly confused. General Brumaire was trying to persuade a young girl, no older than sixteen, about something.

The dignitary stammered:

- Please, Princess Diana, be reasonable. If not for yourself, then for the sake of your people.

The princess muttered:

- In what sense!

Brumaire gurgled:

- If you publicly renounce the rotten and, basically, destroyed by us Windsor dynasty , and join the Communist Party, then you will save the life of not only yourself, but also your loved ones.

The girl was indignant:

- Become a traitor?

The general continued to persuade:

- No, be reasonable. Save the lives of many, and for the sake of this diminish your pride.

The princess was indignant:

- Judas believed that by betraying Christ, he would bring liberation to his people. Are you offering me something similar?

Brumaire and Vichy nodded in unison:

- We do not urge you to betray God!

The girl exclaimed:

- Isn"t it a betrayal to become a communist? After all, this a priori implies atheism.

The general of the security service remarked logically in his own way:

- No! You can formally become a communist, but deep down in your heart remain a believer. After all, we cannot yet look into thoughts.

The princess exclaimed:

- And glory to the Almighty.

Brumaire continued his exhortations:

- Actually , pay attention. We haven't physically tortured you yet. They didn"t push hot needles under their nails, they didn"t shock them, they didn"t dip them in acid. Do you even know what pain you experience when immersed in boiling lye?

The girl, already pale, became like a corpse. She staggered, but stood firm. The lips still whispered audibly:

- For the sake of Christ, I am ready to endure!

Vishy grinned, his eyes taking on a predatory expression:

- Well then! Before we begin to torment you, we will torture others. It's much nicer. Where do we start, boss?

- I think from the girl. We have hundreds of child hostages. - The general pointed to the dental chair. "We"ll put her here and drill her healthy teeth until she loses consciousness." Then we"ll bring another girl or boy, and we"ll enjoy their screams.

- A woman gave birth to you, or a she-wolf! - The princess whispered.

Brumaire exclaimed, puffing out his cheeks:

- We were born by the party and Comrade Stalin. And he said that it is stupid and irresponsible to believe that childhood protects against fair retribution and popular justice!

Tears rolled down the princess's cheeks. She could not give consent, but watching others being tortured was beyond her strength.

- Maybe let me think. - She said to gain time.

Vishy grinned disgustingly and said in a nasal voice:

- You can think, but not for too long. As Comrade Stalin said: "In war, one second is worth more than a thousand shells!"

While the interrogation was going on, Elizabeth and Drachma approached the eight guard soldiers. This number of huge and trained pieces of meat was quite enough to guard and hold at gunpoint a weak, fragile girl, almost a child. But when two pretty American women begin to flirt and, playing sluts, grab men for their dignity, they begin to play along in return. In short, the girls completely paralyzed them by pressing on their nerve centers, then looked into the camera that was filming the room. Drachma said with a sweet look:

- Yes, we will split it now! Just order the camera to be turned off.

- What for? - asked Lieutenant General Brumer.

- Some information we know is better not known even to close friends. - Drachma looked with an eloquent look, as if hinting, don"t be a fool , you have a chance to personally line your pocket.

- That's how it is! - Order: turn off the camera.

The guard soldiers stood like frozen idols and did not arouse much suspicion.

Elizabeth even stroked them a little!

Drachma turned to the princess girl.

The nymph countess said tenderly:

- Calm down, honey! We won't torture you. But don't you know that we communists want happiness for all people? So that our children have free food and education, and in the future, with the help of science, achieve immortality.

Girl Diana replied:

- And for this you torture children!

Drachma continued passionately:

- This is a forced sacrifice. But in the future they will all be resurrected by the power of communist science and re-educated for the benefit of communism, kindness and happiness!

The princess answered with a sigh:

- Only the Lord God can raise the dead.

The Nymph Countess asked with a smile:

- What do you think, science is powerless?

Diana answered not too confidently:

- These are red fairy tales.

Drachma said passionately:

- Once upon a time, the airplane, as well as television and, especially, the atomic bomb were considered fairy tales, but everything has become reality. Likewise, communist ideas will surpass your wildest dreams. You can even imagine the power that awaits us!

The girl looked at her more carefully:

- And you are smart! But you still think that heaven can be built without God.

The Countess-nymph replied pathetically:

- Only man can build heaven. And everything else is really a fairy tale, about good wizards and generous gods.

General Brumaire interrupted her:

- This is all interesting, but I think you have completed my task and found where the Druids are hiding, and most importantly, their treasures.

Elizabeth approached the general and pretended to whisper in his ear, pressing on his temple:

- Now you will give an account to Stalin himself.

Drachma did the same with Vishy and said:

- Now I am Joseph Stalin!

Elizabeth continued:

- And I am the head of the Ministry of Honor and Rights, Lavrenty Kissenger . The girls injected needles into the generals, completely turning off their will. After which they said in a harsh tone:

- Now you will give us a final report on all the latest operations.

Brumaire turned pale:

- I am not to blame for the theft of treasures from the palace, Fritz Game personally gave me permission.

Stalin, in the face of Drachma, moved his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose:

-Who is this, Fritz Game?

The general, choking with fear, replied:

- Head of the Department for Britain and Northern Europe, Army General. You know him, Comrade Stalin.

The nymph girl, imitating Stalin"s accent, said:

- I know everything, but when the leader asks, you have to answer. Tell me what you know about plans to transport a superbomb with a warhead of a thousand megatons.

Brumaire croaked:

- Very little, Comrade Stalin. I didn"t even know if there would be a hydrogen bomb there. They just told me that a very valuable cargo should arrive tomorrow afternoon at the secret port of Red Ariston. Why is there a huge amount of security?

Drachma pressed:

- So there's a bomb there!?

Again the general's wheeze:

- I have no idea about this, Comrade Great Stalin. Only Fritz Geim knows everything, he has all the threads and connections.

The nymph girl said in a confident tone, and with a soft Caucasian accent, characteristic of Stalin"s voice:

- So now you call him, tell him that there is such secret information that it cannot be trusted to telephones, and we will go to him.

Brumaire muttered:

- Good, Comrade Stalin. - Should I say that you are coming with me?

Drachma stated decisively:

- In no case! This should be a little surprise. Besides, isn't it a great pleasure to see me?

The general gurgled:

- Of course, Comrade Stalin.

Elizabeth asked a series of other questions from Vichy, including about the military potential of the British Isles, about new types of weapons, and received some information.

The blonde girl tweeted:

- Yes, they also want to place nuclear weapons on submarines and send them to Petrograd. True, he doesn"t know when or their exact number!

Drachma nodded vigorously:

- We'll be sure to let our friends know. What else!

Elizabeth reported:

- A lot of things, but mostly in England. It is assumed, however, that the Russians will not begin landing on the British Isles before they have dealt with the group in France.

The nymph girl said:

-It seems that they are not particularly optimistic about their chances?

The blonde spy nodded.

- Right! But this only increases the likelihood of aggression and nuclear terrorism.

The princess approached them:

- Who you are?

Elizabeth said confidently:

- Your friends, at the moment we are going to save, if not the whole world, then Europe.

Diana clarified:

-Are you Russian agents?

Drachma stated decisively:

- We will get you out of here, but you must forget that you saw us.

The girl cooed:

- Such bright personalities, it"s impossible!

- Don't worry, we will help. - Elizabeth put her hand on her forehead and stroked Diana. - You yourself will feel better and easier from this. Now you will follow us.

General Brumaire dialed the emergency number and muttered:

- Says Lieutenant General of the Ministry of Honor and Rights Michael Brumer.

A cold voice answered:

- The secretary is listening!

The general said confidently:

- I have extremely important and secret information for Fritz Geim. It is advisable to hand it over personally to him and talk face to face.

The secretary replied:

- Okay, Lieutenant General, I will make a request to the Army General.

Brumaire turned his face:

- You see, they know and appreciate me.

- The main thing is that I appreciate you! - Drachma said.

The dignitary stood at attention:

- That's right, Comrade Stalin.

There was a click, and a hoarse baritone voice was heard from the other side:

- Fritz is listening!

Brumaire stammered:

- Comrade General of the Army. I urgently need to meet with you. This is so important that you can't trust phones.

The voice on the other side of the line did not express enthusiasm:

- You're not lying, Mike? If you bothered me for nothing, your song is over. Understood?

The general buzzed:

- What am I, I have no idea! - Vichy and two important persons will be with me.

Fritz issued:

- Okay, they will be met. I'll meet you in half an hour in the lion's den.

Brumaire was clearly pleased:

- Great! I'll be there in a minute.

Drachma flicked him on the nose and said:

- Hammer, now we"ll walk together with this girl. Write her an emergency, universal pass to leave the city and give her a car with a driver.

The general nodded vigorously:

- With pleasure, Comrade Stalin.

The five of them came out, and Diana was dressed not like a jailer, but like a socialite. Yes, not a barefoot girl in rags, but a luxurious dress on her, and high-heeled shoes, and even jewelry with stones.

Even if her appearance aroused suspicion among some, no one dared to object to the two generals.

"Come in, great comrades." The soldiers saluted.

Elizabeth led the girl to the car. Brumaire gave an order to the driver.

- Take it to the place where she orders.

He clicked the heels of his boots:

- I obey, Comrade General.

Diana bowed. She felt confident, as if she was in control of the situation.

Elizabeth nodded welcomingly:

- Goodbye, Diana! Be careful not to get caught a second time, the gods don"t like to repeat themselves.

The princess clarified:

- And people too!

The girls, together with the fooled generals, moved towards the wolf's lair. They looked like they were high . We got into a special car, luxurious, armored, a mixture of a tank and a Cadillac.

It had eight wheels, and they were wide, like a racing car, which gave it enormous speed and good maneuverability. They drove, however, not in a particular hurry. The dryad asked a couple of questions along the way.

-Are you planning to use chemical weapons?

Brumaire answered readily:

- Yes! This goes without saying. Since the Russians have good gas masks, we use Coffin gas -3, which is a mixture of several toxic substances and airborne acid. Penetrates the skin and forms terrible boils. In general, a terrible substance, just against Russian barbarians.

Elizabeth noted:

- "Coffin" is a symbolic name.

Vishu confirmed:

- Stalin himself invented it. Or scientists e- prisoners. They are tortured, and in order to avoid suffering, they come up with inventions.

Drachma giggled:

- Perfect system.

Brumaire shared the revelation:

- But we suggested that Vasilevsky come over to our side. In return we will give the whole of Poland, but he refused.

The nymph girl muttered:

"I probably realized that otherwise he would face torture and death."

The general croaked:

- It"s possible! Or rather, it is, as the Russians say, processing suckers and fishing with live bait. And once you catch it, you pick up the whip.

Elizabeth asked her question:

- And bacteriological weapons! Is it ready yet?

Vishu, choking, began to say:

- Development is underway! Spores of many bacilli were found here. We cross viruses and bacteria, irradiate them with various isotopes, add chemicals, organics and inorganics to them. That is, there is already something. Such terrible viruses are created. They lead to the breakdown of body cells and hemoglobin. They are prolific and persist in the environment for a long time . And the latest development was called "Soyuz", such a monstrous mixture of bacilli and viruses. You can destroy all of humanity. However, rather than live in darkness, it is better to die in the light!

- Not a surgical spotlight! - Drachma quipped. When will the Soyuz arrive?

The general stammered:

- It is not ready yet, but I think it will be launched very soon. True, this ultravirus easily gets out of control, and there may be no winners or losers left!

The blonde girl noted:

- Pointless weapon!

Brumaire logically noted:

- Does a hydrogen bomb make sense? This is just a means to destroy humanity. A cruel means, like a club to the head.

The girls frowned, Elizabeth remarked:

- Humanity should have united at the beginning, and only then created such destructive weapons.

- The ideas of communism unite as firmly as ever! - The general noticed. - They have an international essence and an atheistic component, which equally removes all religions.

Drachma agreed:

- Right! It is easier to make an atheist out of a Muslim or a Jew than a Christian. The need to doubt the existence of all gods is inherent in the higher "I" of man.

- It's the same as doubting the existence of your father. - Elizabeth noticed.

The nymph countess objected quite logically:

- If he hides from the child and leaves him to the mercy of fate, then it"s not a sin to doubt him. If children play with matches or hydrogen bombs, and the father sees this, but does not even want to warn him, then what can be said about such a father.

The blonde terminator said:

- Maybe he just gave us more freedom!

Drachma wittily stated:

- I wouldn"t say, because there is still hellish torment. In general, a child is a blank sheet of paper; if they get dirty, then, as a rule, the adults are to blame. In the same way, a person is a child of God, who has polluted his pure soul, making the innocent a source of evil. If not God himself, then his most perfect creation, Lucifer. But isn't the Almighty responsible for creating the Father of Evil? In addition, knowing how weak and untempted his children were, he had to protect them from bad influences. After all, this is a completely logical reaction on the part of parents to prevent contact between the child and the bully. After all, even the state introduces pluses for cartoons. And here we are talking about contact with such a master of deception as Satan - the seal of perfection, the fullness of wisdom, the crown of beauty!

Elizabeth was not pleased with this conversation. Her logical and, at the same time, almost childish mind could not find arguments comparable in convincingness. The stupidest thing is that she had not read serious theological treatises and did not know the church"s objections to these attacks. In general, she was embarrassed before by the fact that there were more people dying than people being saved. It should be the other way around. After all, the infinite mind of the Creator made it possible to outplay the devil on his own field. And here a paradox emerged: in the struggle for souls, Satan often won! And this defies logic. God can only lose on purpose. But does the Almighty want to lose the battle for souls? Even the Bible says that God wants to save everyone!

Drachma asked the general a few more questions, and they left London.

A couple of powerful forts with cannons remained on the side; one of the guns was truly regal with a caliber of a thousand millimeters. It hit from a range of up to two hundred kilometers, although with low accuracy. Elizabeth remembered that the Germans also had a similar "Dora", nicknamed by the Russians Big Fedora, or fool .

It fired seven ton shells. It's an expensive thing and hasn't fully justified itself. A heavy bomber is probably better. When the Russians captured the Dora, Beria, on Stalin's orders, ordered the reproduction of a cannon capable of shelling the British Isles and US territory from beyond the Urals. This is a fact from a real story. True, later the scientists at the sharashka still managed to convince them of the futility of such an expensive project. One of the main problems is the limited expansion rate of explosives. Because of this, even a longer barrel length is not particularly helpful. And the accuracy is poor. The missile is much easier to adjust. In real history, Stalin was skeptical of rocket technology, perhaps partly to spite Hitler. If before the Great Patriotic War Stalin loved heavy, large-sized tanks, and Hitler, on the contrary, preferred small but nimble ones, then as the conflict progressed, tastes changed. If in the thirty-eighth year the T-4 weighing seventeen tons was classified as heavy, then in the forty-fourth the T-5 "B" Royal Panther already weighed fifty tons and was considered a medium tank. Stalin banned the production of tanks heavier than forty-seven tons. True, after the war, the IS-4 weighed sixty-two tons, a tank with excellent protection, appeared.

Elizabeth thought about the peculiar specificity of fate. Stalin, whose outstanding mind was supposed to serve for the benefit of Russia, and who made the USSR the most powerful power on earth, is now the enemy. And communism has collapsed in all countries of the world, red capitalism is in China, and North Korea is breathing its last, the black market and prostitution have flourished in Cuba.

Brr! Still, socialism in America cannot but be more bloody than in the USSR, where the social base of communism is narrower.

The armored car drove up to the cliff. Overgrown with forest, she stood, as it seemed, blind and abandoned by everyone. A door opened on the side, and the general's car drove inside. There he was met by special forces soldiers. They demanded documents. They examined them carefully and asked several questions. They forced me to hand over my weapons, but left the beads.

Having made sure that these were the generals in front of them, accompanied by two officers, but well-known personalities, they were allowed through.

- You lead us!

In order to get to Fritz, he had to go through several corridors with guards. The interior decoration was almost medieval. Here and there hung old paintings and skins. A number of works were of considerable value.

- This is where the best creations seem to be collected. - Drachma said. - Then they take it into their piggy bank.

Elizabeth answered with a sigh:

- Even Zhukov showed up in hiding trophies, what can we say about ordinary Yankee generals.

They entered a special room. A dozen soldiers stood on the sides, and Fritz himself sat in a chair, covered with thick armored glass. The nationality of the army general was controversial. There was something of an Indian, a Negro and an Asian in him. The nose is long, almost aquiline, the eyes are cunning. He looked at his subordinates from under his brows.

However, when his gaze fell on Elizabeth, she was playing a younger and prettier black woman, he softened.

- Keep it short, I have too little time.

The drachma started first:

- The Russians became aware that a hydrogen superbomb was about to arrive in Britain.

The goal of which is to destroy and infect Russian Europe.

Fritz roared like a wounded bull:

-Are you crazy? This can't be true!

- How to say! - Elizabeth supported her friend. - How then do we know this?

The vice marshal exclaimed:

- That's it! How do you know this?

The Nymph Countess cooed:

- Druids! They master ancient magic, and were able to read thoughts from a distance. At any moment, the Russians can find out. Then they will strike the bomb ship.

- Well, it's not that simple! This ship is capable, like a submarine, of sinking to the bottom! - Fritz said. - I won"t tell you more.

The drachma gurgled:

- Port Krasny Ariston is under heavy security.

Fritz Heim's black eyes flashed:

- The Druids were mistaken; the ship should not arrive at this port at all. In general, they are not omnipotent. Are you on their trail?

Elizabeth blurted out:

- Yes, Comrade Game!

The vice marshal , or rather the army general, yelled:

- Arrest them all immediately!

-They master the art of teleportation. - Drachma blurted out and shook her strong muscles.

Fritz roared:

- What nonsense!

Elizabeth leaned over:

- Remove the soldiers and turn off the video surveillance. We want to tell you something important.

Fritz tensed, suspicion arose in his face:

- Isn"t that what you are?

The blonde girl cooed:

"I"ve been working for the authorities for twenty years, I wrote my first denunciation when I was ten, and I understand how dangerous extra witnesses can be."

Fritz thought, there"s no leaving here anyway, the mountain is full of guards. In addition, he will always have time to send an alarm signal, for example, with a ring. And why should he be afraid? The generals and officers are cowards and handed over their weapons at the entrance. And in general, everyone here is our own, let's see what the girls say.

A powerful roar followed:

- All video surveillance has been removed! Everything is simple with us. And the convoy is free. Step march!

Twelve militants left the premises. They moved mechanically and were so monstrously pumped up that they evoked thoughts of strong anabolic steroids.

The drachma leaned towards the glass. Elizabeth approached her; she wasted no time. We need to find a way to instantly separate the adhesions of the armored glass so that it moves apart, and then throw the needle. In general, everything here had to be done with pinpoint precision so as not to raise the alarm. The brutal murder of Fritz could cause a correction in the movement of the ship, in which case everything will have to start all over again:

The army general muttered:

- Tell me secret information!

Drachma began in an insinuating voice:

- The Druids know where the reserve fund of the kings of Britain is hidden.

- What? - Fritz's eyes popped out. - This is great .

- Yes exactly! There are huge treasures there, collected over centuries all over the world. From different countries: India, Australia, Canada, Pakistan, South Africa and Egypt. - Drachma said insinuatingly. - Treasures of the pharaohs and Napoleon Bonaparte, Turkish sultans, African leaders, Chinese gods. The imagination is powerless to imagine how many countries and peoples England robbed.

Fritz interrupted her:

- Yes, we know that. This is why Stalin raised an uprising to put an end to the exploitation and plunder of the colonies. This is generally a wonderful move on his part to equalize all countries and peoples!

(In poverty) - Elizabeth thought.

Drachma yelled:

- And now, these treasures can be put into circulation again. There's even an ancient King Arthur's crown.

The army general was surprised:

- Aren"t the Knights of the Round Table a fairy tale!?

- No! This is reality! We made such a wonderful discovery. - Drachma said with a breath. - And why, thanks to such a simple, uncomplicated means as electric current and hot needles under the nails.

Elizabeth answered eagerly:

- Stretching and twisting the joints is also not bad. Especially if this is done by boys. At a tender age, they are so flexible and mobile that it"s a treat to torture them by twisting figures out of their bodies. - Elizabeth spoke, but her hands worked.

- Yes , it"s also nice to torture boys! - Fritz noted. "I wish I could torture them right now, but there"s no time." Come on, tell us in more detail where the treasures are hidden.

- And you, together with us, will torture the girls. It's nice to break their fingers with hot tongs!

- Of course, as you say! - Fritz twisted his muzzle .

- Lean over, I don"t want two generals to listen to this:

- Yes, I will arrange an accident for them at any moment. - Fritz threatened. It won't rust behind me.

- What! And kiss you on the lips! Feel the hero's lips. - Drachma said.

- Speak quickly, then I"ll give you a kiss!

- It's in the Scottish mountains.

- Yes, the address, nowhere more precisely!

- Among them there is a mountain called lilac withers. However, why should we suffer, I"d rather draw you a map.

Drachma began to draw something, and she did it deliberately in small print. Fritz fidgeted with impatience, his legs even tap-danced.

- Well, can"t you move faster!

- The slightest inaccuracy can throw off the drawing. - Drachma answered. - You know how important every detail is in drawing.

- Well, okay, just don"t take it too far!

Drachma continued to point and said:

- Ready!

Fritz rushed to the drawing and came across transparent armor. In frustration, he pressed the lever. The armor parted and the hand grabbed the paper. Then the girls worked on him, instantly paralyzing Fritz.

- This is how we are done with you! - Elizabeth said. - Well, now you will answer our questions!

- Ask him, Comrade Stalin! - Brumaire said, his eyes wide.

The girls gave him several injections with thin needles in the head, finally subjugating him.

- Now you are ours! Give us a report!

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and asked:

- Tell me on which ship the cargo should arrive a thousand megaton hydrogen bomb?

- More precisely, there are one thousand two hundred megatons, and the ship is called "Sun" in a childish way.

Drachma sighed heavily:

- This is how they laugh at a dream!

Fritz hummed:

- Alas, such is life!

-Where should he arrive?

- To the north of Scotland to the port of Red Harvard. This is a pretty serious request. From there he will be transported to the shores of Denmark. The ship is able to submerge in water and float like a submarine. The final goal is Petrograd. The explosion should destroy Russia's most important industrial facilities in the center of Europe.

- Well, the idea is quite clear!

- Yes, Comrade Stalin. This is Kissinger's idea to explode a superbomb and cause a supertsunami !

- This is a very interesting idea! - Drachma noticed.

The girls continued their questions.

- What is the security of the convoy?

- Very decent , twenty submarines, ten ships, of which seven are destroyers, two cruisers and one battleship. A whole squadron. In addition, about a hundred fighters will be circling, providing cover from the aircraft carrier.

- Wow, that's quite a bit of power.

- In general, initially it was planned to use an even larger group, but then it was considered that this could cause excessive attention from the enemy. So we decided to limit ourselves to this.

- The universal ship "Solnyshko" is going under water!

. CHAPTER No. 11

In the palace of the Empress of Hell and the Goddess of Evil Kali, entertainment and gladiator fights continued.

Since the royal boy jester Vladimir Terkin began to sing without asking, he thereby aroused the wrath of the public.

The Troll King exclaimed:

- Look , you're singing! Get him into the ring! To the ring!

Goddess Kali nodded in agreement:

- Yes, exactly to the ring! Let my dear jester fight the gnome himself. And flog the gladiator boys!

The slave girls rushed towards the boys, flashing their bare, pink heels. They twisted their hands and dragged them to the goats for flogging. The young slaves weakly resisted.

They were tied tightly to the goats. The slave girls took whips in their hands and began to strike with force on the naked, muscular backs of the teenage slaves. The slave boys clenched their teeth and remained silent, trying to maintain their dignity.

And Vladimir Terkin went against the gnome. He looked like a boy of about twelve, wearing only swimming trunks, having removed the cap with bells from his head.

The dwarf in boots was a little taller, but it was because of the boots, and he was also short, and his shoulders were just a block. He stood opposite the boy.

Vladimir looked around and asked:

- Maybe you can give me a weapon?

Goddess Kali giggled and replied:

- No, my buffoon! This time you will fight with your bare hands! You will not have weapons.

The boy in swimming trunks remarked:

- And who will amuse you, madam?

Empress Ada answered confidently:

- I think that your spirit will amuse me no worse than your body. Moreover, I know that you do not have a simple soul!

The dwarf roared:

- Give him a sword! I'm sick of killing an unarmed child!

Goddess Kali grinned and replied:

-Give him the sword of one of the gladiator boys.

The slave girl ran up and thrust the sword of one of the slave boys into Vladimir"s hands.

The young warrior picked up a weapon and felt confident.

Goddess Kali ordered:

- Now let's place our bets, gentlemen!

And then all sorts of kings and princes began to bet. Various kinds of bets were made.

The dwarf remarked with a grin:

- Poor boy! Well, I"ve killed people younger than you too! Pray to the gods that you see exist!

Vovka giggled and chirped:

The gods of the Vedas boys are strong,

But they do not help the weak ...

If you are faithful to the wise power,

Then fight for honor and glory!

Goddess Kali aggressively nodded her head with bright hair and a heavy crown:

- Start!

The traditional gong sounded - the signal for battle. The dwarf took the first step with a grin. Then, unexpectedly for such a dense body, it accelerated sharply. And his ax flashed over the boy"s head. Vovka dodged with a barely noticeable movement. Then his sword struck the dwarf on the cheek, leaving a red gouge. The ax flashed again, but the boy left again without any problems. And he turned out to be very agile.

The audience roared approvingly.

The Troll King noted with a satisfied smile:

- And he is a very clever jester of yours!

Goddess Kali grinned and noted:

- That"s why this is my joke!

The dwarf tried to attack again, swinging his axe. His movements were fast, but the jester boy was much faster. Here the child"s bare heel shot straight into the gnome"s nose. The impact even caused blood to splatter and the skin to flow.

The dwarf fighter uttered a dirty curse. There was laughter and squealing from the audience. Yes, it looked somewhat comical. The boy hovered around the gnome, but he could not hit him. Vladimir Terkin sang:

Dead eye -

Slanting hands...

You'll get it in your mouth

Myopic!

And his sword struck the soldered metal, wounding the dwarf in the shoulder. And he swung his ax again, and again missed. The tip flew by...

The audience was simply delighted. She made quite a noise.

A pair of slave boys vigorously massaged the bare feet of Goddess Kali, and this warrior literally cooed with pleasure.

And the battle continued. The dwarf fighter continued to swing his sword. And make aggressive swings. And his weapon kept hitting the air.

The Elf Prince said with a sweet smile:

- Yes, it really is a battle with nine variables.

The Elf Duchess objected:

- Or maybe more like nine permanent ones. Here they beat a gnome like a first-grader!

The Troll King nodded in agreement:

- Yes, there is such a thing. But this is even great !

Vladimir Terkin really moved much faster than the dwarf. And he looked awkward against his background. The young warrior felt full of enthusiasm. And Vovka, as he loved it, took it and sang with great enthusiasm:

I'm a modern boy,

For me, a computer is the highest class.

Even if the sea swells violently,

The fascist porcupine will not swallow us!


I am a warrior just brazenly out of diapers,

He was sitting on the potty, shooting from a laser...

There are a lot of boys and girls,

For whom Stalin is ideal!


I can do everything with an appropriate joke ,

Laptop, so hit them on the head .

We will make the world extremely interesting,

Russians are used to winning everywhere!


I ended up, jokingly, a kid in the world war,

Very lads in a spirited war...

I can make a chop out of fascists,

After all, idleness is not at all to my liking!


For the boy , believe me, there are no barriers,

He will be able to defeat the Krauts...

Soon there will be parades on Earth,

The bear got angry and roared!


I'm such a cool boy,

He became a pioneer in battles...

For me, war is not too much at all,

And in vain the Fuhrer shouted obscenities!


It's winter, I'm barefoot in the cold,

Baring my teeth, I run quickly.

My girl has red braids,

And a most deadly gift to the enemy!


Beat the fascists bravely, boy,

Stalin personally ordered me there...

Finger presses the trigger,

ruined the mighty Tiger !


What the Krauts wanted, they got it,

The boys are a whole coffin from me .

The boy clocked up some crazy miles,

Hitting the Nazis right in the forehead!


Believe me, nothing will stop us,

A fascist will never win.

Even a crazy king on the throne

Even an evil traitor-parasite!


We boys are brave guys,

And we got used to defeating the Krauts...

After all, even preschool children are brave in battle,

We always pass our exams with A's!


The Slavs cannot endure humiliation,

We will all become a mountain against the Krauts...

After all, the flame of vengeance burns in our hearts -

Let us crush our enemies with a steel hand!


The Russian tribe is a tribe of giants,

We are capable of tearing apart the evil ones .

After all, the people and the army are united ,

To give the fascists brains!


We will not be able to defeat

Well, then we ourselves are worthless.

Ask your neighbor for forgiveness -

Rise from your knees, my country!


We have rockets, planes,

But behind the Fritz is the powerful Uncle Sam.

In the future we will build starships -

And let us boldly build a computer!


Our strength cannot be easily measured,

She is like a furious volcano...

Someone is sowing millet in a clearing,

Well, we'll raise a hurricane!


There is no place on the planet higher than the Motherland,

That means everyone is a warrior and fighter.

Children laugh in joy, in happiness,

Grief and sadness will disappear - the end!


And when we walk through Berlin,

Pavement chasing lads step.

Cherubs light our way,

Everyone is a wizard, a powerful magician!

At the last word, Vladimir took the point of his sword and thrust it right into the dwarf"s eye. And this turned out to be the final touch of the battle. The dwarf collapsed dead and fell silent.

The audience froze for a second. And then she took it and burst into thunderous applause. Really, it was cool. This attitude of unbending turned out to be enthusiasm.

The Troll King noted with a very pleased look:

- Well, it turned out to be a good fight with a fatal outcome!

Goddess Kali nodded:

- Well done jester, he didn"t disappoint! For this I allow him to kiss my heel. In addition, since he also sang well, though about something I didn"t quite understand, I"m giving him a platinum bell for his cap. And I hope he will be pleased!

And she extended her bare, tanned, muscular, graceful leg.

The jester boy had to kneel down and kiss the bare sole of a very beautiful and, at the same time, bloody woman.

He did so, well, such is the fate of a slave. After which, he was harshly sent to an honorary chair. And the slave girl actually handed him a platinum bell.

Meanwhile, the orgy continued. More precisely, the audience had already sat too long, and Goddess Kali clicked her bare toes. A crimson fog appeared around, and the retinue was covered.

They fell into the red lotus sleep together. Vladimir also felt some heaviness in himself.

The jester boy sat in the lotus position and plunged into very vivid memories of his unusually bloody, and at the same time, fascinating exploits of one of his many missions.

The hologram was huge, three-dimensional; space appeared on it with countless garlands of stars sparkling in a precious scattering. And an even line of streamlined Russian starships, in the form of sea predators. Vacuum aerodynamics were almost optimal, and yet, each ship was magnificent in its own way, striking with the elegance of its forms.

- Line up for the exit. - The stern, female voice of the computer sounded. The company where Vasilisa, Antonina and Vladimir Terkin were located should be the first to land. The soldiers were lined up, given landing combat suits , weapons, including assault grenades with a graviophoton accelerator and annihilation grenades, and dropped in a capsule. These small pebbles, in turn, were hidden in landing ships, which were supposed to disguise themselves as a swarm of meteorites.

It was decided to land on the planet Dzudduk . This huge world, saturated with troops, made an eerie impression; six stars at once heated the surface, consisting mainly of deserts, and only isolated oases could be seen in orange jungles with predatory plants.

- This planet really resembles the underworld. - Said the thoughtful girl Antonina.

- They don"t go from hell to hell. - Oddly enough, on the eve of the battle, Vladimir became cheerful. - The difference between hell and the underworld is that the first is always with you, and the second can be left!

In addition to the jungle, the seas splashed below; oddly enough, at such a high temperature they did not boil, but, on the contrary, froze. The element zidigir was thickly mixed in the water ; when it was hot, it caused crystallization, but it melted when cooled. The hot ice, at the same time, was durable, and troops could easily move on it.

Landing ships of the Shilo class one after another fell out of the interior of the Mars cruiser. They really looked like big fireballs. Gamma- neutrino minesweepers passed ahead , they threw out special projectiles that caused the detonation of mines in space and sub -space. Thus, they cleared the way for the " landing party ".

- There are too many valuable minerals on this planet that are needed for war, therefore, bombing is impossible. We'll have to take it by storm. - That's what they explained in the instructions. In addition to people, combat robots were also supposed to take part in the assault, but cannon fodder was cheaper than expensive cybernetic systems. Therefore, the soldiers had to play the main role, abundantly irrigating the foreign land with blood. What were they thinking about, maybe that for many of them this was the last day, and about their loved ones, their wife, if they have one, their children. Some people dreamed of ranks and awards, but such people, as a rule, are in the minority.

As the landing ships entered the very dense atmosphere, missiles were fired at them and laser beams lit up the sky. The disguise must not have fooled the Daraghs, or they opened fire just in case. The ship began to pick up speed, accelerating like a comet, trying to quickly reach the surface. His fall was so rapid that he had to turn on the cold generator, otherwise the plating would have melted and all the soldiers would have died. It seemed that the meteorite was flying in a fireball of hot plasma. Such a maneuver was very risky; the slightest defect in the design of the landing vehicle could kill the entire crew. The fire intensified, hyperplasmic vortices swirled nearby, then one of them caught a neighboring ship, it exploded, and it was visible how hundreds of people turned into nuclear dust. Interceptors tried to take off towards them, but by the time they gained altitude, it was too late. Before landing, the mini-starships fired a volley of freezing missiles, releasing a wave of ice. The ocean instantly melted and the landing ships released the capsules.

The braking was softened slightly, first by anti-gravity fields and then by water. The paratroopers, despite the strong shaking, maintained external calm, mega-magnetic clamps reliably held their formation.

Vladimir Terkin said judiciously through the gravity transmitter .

- You see, we got through, not a single missile hit us.

- Moreover, we landed first. - Vasilisa answered with poorly hidden pride.

A thunderous voice interrupted the reasoning:

- Everyone, get out, start the assault.

There was a company in each capsule and, as always happens, there were klutzes . One soldier could not lower his visor, so he was thrown out with his face open. First he fell into icy water, then he was thrown into a poisonous sulfur atmosphere.

The rest of the warriors and warriors flew out of the capsule without incident. The company commander, senior lieutenant Stanislav Lapot, did not feel anything; he was already quite seasoned in battle, and if he had been a little more cunning and not so arrogant with his superiors, he would have worn the shoulder straps of at least a colonel. And so he, like a robot, tracked the time using a fiery computer bracelet, sent a request to the ship"s pilot and watched his paratroopers.

However, the commander managed to note out of the corner of his eye and part of his consciousness that Semeon Markov, before landing, hastily took a puff of something stronger than seaweed, and Maxim Poltaranin , who was sitting next to him, hid a charmed amulet brought from the distant Minotaur galaxy under an armored plate.

Lapot himself held a small , already quite tarnished, silver cross on his neck; the image of Jesus had already been completely erased over several long centuries.

The soldiers here were young, some of them had barely a mustache, there were many girls, one was trembling nervously, another was praying and crossing himself. And the third guy laughed at him.

- Well, you are an obscurantist, you chase devils with your hands.

In response, he said something malicious :

- And the demon has already driven you away! See how it jars!

In this painfully long moment of impending horror, the entire life of people standing on the edge of the unknown fits.

Only this little monkey, Vladimir Terkin, laughs cheerfully and grins , as if he is not going into battle, but on a holiday. Well, what can you take from a scout who is almost a child. And these two learned young girls who were sitting next to him are serious, clearly afraid, although they don"t show it. It"s okay that the warriors are thin, angular, but wiry, very quick, most likely they do not have the minimum requirements for calling up sixteen cycles.

Previously, they were drafted at eighteen, but some smart guy discovered that at an earlier age, soldiers learn military literacy faster and better. And that at sixteen they are still children, women also serve, there are special women"s companies and even corps with divisions, they are even more pitiful than the boys . There are still three times more boys than girls here.

He Laptya had to command a women's company, no, dealing with women is even more difficult than with men, although they fight decently, they are terribly capricious. If it were his will, he would, as in the old days, forbid women to fight; this is not a matter for their hands and shoulders.

There was another thunder from above, another landing ship exploded, Stanislav Lapot commanded extremely harshly:

"Everyone, swim under the ice, don"t jump to the surface, we"ll only emerge close to the shore."

The capsule opened in such a way that the entire company instantly found itself in the water.

Vladimir Terkin felt like he was in a slow motion movie, everything seemed so unreal to him. Antonina and Vasilisa seemed to be feeling no better; the beautiful girls were getting jittery . They felt as if from the outside, as if all this was happening not to them, but to someone else. Their hearts beat strongly in unison, and it seemed that they could read each other's thoughts.

- Keep! - Scout Vladimir shouted like a seasoned star ranger. - During the battle, we will form a flying trio and cover our backs.

Underwater, the soldiers moved smoothly, then the flexible combat suits took on a streamlined shape, the photon -gravity engines were turned on at full power, and the landing company rushed to storm.

The commander"s voice sounded unintelligible; apparently, the water flows were creating strong noises, or maybe the daraghs turned on devices that reproduced gravitational interference .

- Focus on the gravity beacon , don"t lag behind and don"t break your stance; when you need to rise, I"ll send an additional signal.

- Diving. - Said Vladimir Terkin, baring his teeth - It"s like Captain Nemo"s.

- This is a very ancient book. - Antonina sighed. - It would be nice to fly into the past, when the Earth was still a whole and flourishing planet. What must have been a fabulously beautiful nature there, but now everything has been destroyed, only craters and radioactive desert remain.

The beauty with blue hair Vasilisa, sighing heavily, said:

- I once saw a broadcast; there is still such a high level of radiation on Earth that it is impossible to be without a special suit . True, they promise to restore the planet; technologies have already been developed.

- Well, this is after the war. All this is too expensive, and during such a total mess, every penny counts. - Antonina finished her thought.

- Don"t be sad girls, we will still walk on our mother earth. So it will be, girls. - Jokingly, as if he himself were much older, Vladimir teased his partners.

- There are mines ahead. - Lapot commanded. - Turn on the Pyrrh-6 radiation, and pray that it helps.

Pyrrhus's radiation disrupted the settings of most small anti-personnel mines with mini-annihilation charges, but not all of them and not always, so here too you had to rely on luck.

Two guys from their company were unlucky, as if predatory piranhas attacked them with small charges the size of chicken eggs and blew up the boys. Even from a distance one could feel the shock.

- Only two, not so bad, I expected the worst. - Lapot muttered.

Three mines chased after Vladimir at once, but the boy shot two, and Vasilisa cut off another one; arrow-shaped pieces of ice immediately formed from the hot rays.

The warrior girl cursed:

- You attract trouble to yourself.

- But everything worked out, I"m tired of swimming, I"d rather go into battle. - Vladimir Terkin even shook with impatience.

The girl ran the edge of her hand across her throat:

- We'll shoot until we're sick.

Finally, they reached the coast, it was solid, solid rocks made of granite, quartz and the harder and more durable elements of Grustira , Meffoblok , Tikikaka , Scatarra .

- Let's go to the surface! - Lapot shouted.

Freezing grenades flew into the ice, the thick hard surface was gnawed, then, wriggling like snakes, the paratroopers began to jump out.

Vladimir Terkin was one of the first to break through, and almost immediately they were met by a plasma shower. The boy responded by opening fire with both hands at once. Out of the corner of his eye, he managed to notice how one of the soldiers, having received several hits, fell apart, his head, arms and part of his chest flew back, and his legs remained standing on the ground.

An annihilation grenade hit Vladimir, the gravity wave knocked him off his feet, but the boy immediately jumped up and threw his own charge. Something screamed and the two Daraghs were torn apart. Then Vladimir was hit again, but apparently at a good angle, and the terminator boy managed to resist.

More cautious, a viper in a skirt, Antonina bent down to the ground, they had already left the ice, and looked around. There was a lot of light, it was unbearably bright, multi-colored, and seemed to flood the entire surface.

Russian armored soldiers fired heavily at the daragas and several large robots running between three large hangars.

It was clear that the Russian fighters managed to achieve tactical surprise; the enemy"s defense was organized hastily, that is, very poorly. The return fire was rather chaotic, but the smart young man, who was smart beyond his years, understood that the Daragas" numbness would soon pass, and then he would have to deal with the punishing sword of the maple-like gods.

It"s good that they got closer, and therefore the heavy hyperplasma artillery is silent, otherwise it would have been a Russian bathhouse for them.

The capsule rose from under the burnt ice, the heat was such that a web instantly formed on the strange water, and it had to be broken. The pilot opened fire with beam and needle machine guns, destroying numerous darags. One of the robots slashed from a heavy hyperplasmic installation - an ultraphoton fire system. Two annihilation missiles exploded with a roar and partially rammed the force field, almost covering the right engine.

The experienced pilot immediately left the line of attack. However, the mechanical monsters continued to fire, the shock of the Russian paratroopers was thrown upward, and those standing closer to the epicenter of the explosion rolled along the ground like peas, desperately trying to catch on.

Nevertheless, even the young fighters who had not smelled gunpowder were well trained in training , they deftly slowed down, and immediately, having found some natural cover, took up positions.

One after another, new capsules surfaced, they played the role of attack aircraft, destroying ground cover and all the arriving Dags .

Soon one of them received serious damage and, burning with a bluish flame, was forced to sit down.

Antonina threw a new grenade and increased the fire, and Vasilisa helped the soldier who had been hit by the grenade get up. Oddly enough, it was one of the Sultan"s three friends, but the young fighter did not pay attention to it. Having injected himself with a stimulant, the large guy quickly came to his senses, he whispered.

- Our people are advancing, it"s time to press on!

Indeed, the Russian soldiers, having killed the front chain of dags , moved forward.

Hiding behind armored colossi, ten units attacked the enemy at once. While their losses were relatively small, they managed to crush the enemy, and in some places it came to hand-to-hand combat, the three front hangars were cleared.

Soon the approaches to the nearest hangar were completely under the control of the landing force. One inside contained a considerable amount of military equipment, robots, and flying tanks. Having rushed inside, Russian soldiers threw annihilation grenades at those who moved and tried to shoot, and crimson-violet heavy sulfur-oxygen smoke poured out of the ventilation holes of the structure.

Having overcome the hangar, the paratroopers rushed to the central part of the base. It was necessary to build on the success, especially since enemy attack aircraft appeared in the air again, this time, and they could cause serious trouble.

on a gravity cushion , in case the battle dragged on, it was controlled by only one soldier using a gravity radio . The main forces stopped between the burning hangar and the still untouched one. The enemy seemed to have recovered from the confusion caused by the unexpected underwater maneuver of the Russian army and opened heavy fire along the line between the two rows of hangars.

As a result, Vladimir, Antonina, Vasilisa and a significant part of the detachment, who managed to reach the third row of warehouses, found themselves cut off. The soldier pressed dagger fire to the ground. Only the crazy Vladimir, as if believing himself to be under a spell, jumped out like a devil and threw a grenade. The powerful robot was destroyed, and its head flew off a hundred meters.

The soldiers giggled, surprised at such courage, but at that moment homing missiles fell on them. This was no longer a laughing matter; we had to turn on the disruptive radiation at full power and expect that the weapon would fire blindly. The thirteenth company took the brunt of the attack. Its soldiers were continually hit by rockets, but those who were not immediately killed managed to get up and open fire, covering the approaches.

Stanislav Lapot understood that in such conditions his own death and the destruction of the entire company was a matter of time, and an extremely short one.

"We urgently need to look for a way out before we are destroyed."

- I know what to do. - Antonina shouted into the gravity transmitter .

Lapot, who did not really like these, as he considered, sissies, girl prodigies, shouted displeasedly:

- Is this you, professor? Well, quickly say what your learned brains told you, otherwise we will all be screwed.

Antonina's boots were blown off her feet by the explosion of a barium shell. The girl's bare feet were red from the explosion and extreme temperature, covered with many cuts. The girl, rubbing her mutilated limbs, growled:

- We need to blow up the thick wall of the hangar and the whole company go down into it.

Lapot answered the sandal in a skeptical tone:

- What if there are daraghs there?

The girl, dripping a regenerating solution onto a blister swollen on her heel, whined:

- We"ll kill them, in the winding corridors they will no longer be able to conduct continuous dagger fire, and we will have a chance.

The commander, softening his tone, agreed:

- It looks like you are proposing a deal, so we will do so.

Having planted a heavy cumulative annihilation bomb, the company sappers retreated to a distance; there might well not have been enough explosives, since the force field was vibrating. But breaking through to the entrance was suicide.

When the explosion thundered, the wall parted, and the contours of a vast room appeared. The advanced paratroopers fired a hyperplasma launcher , several robots exploded.

"Throw grenades!" Lapot commanded.

On the floor between the stacks of boxes, wave grenades jumped and spun like a top, blinding the equipment and destabilizing the work of the robots. However, most of the vehicles were not in combat condition. The soldiers moved like hedgehogs in the fog, but nevertheless managed to disable the robots. The room was filled with smoke and, in order to navigate, we had to turn on the matrix guidance. Silhouettes of our own were immediately painted green by the computer, enemies and everything that breathed and moved, in red.

Deftly using his fingers, Vladimir Terkin, like a chimpanzee , climbed to the top of stacks of armored boxes; everything was perfectly visible from above and it was possible to conduct coordinated fire.

There"s a monster with six plasma cannons crawling ahead, you need to guess the moment when it opens fire, slightly opening the force field, and throw a grenade at it. Hundredths of a second decide here.

And it"s as if God is protecting an innocent child, or the boy has a highly developed intuition, but he definitely hits the cybernetic center, and the fifteen-meter-long colossus falls into pieces.

Now the paratroopers cannot be held back; they move like a battering ram, crushing the Daragas and robots.

- You saw how I hit him! - Vladimir shouts. - I am a real super warrior !

Barefoot, with broken legs, the girl answered:

- Well done, our little friend, but for now we need to survive.

An unusually large dag ran out to meet Antonina ; he spread his maple arms, as if he wanted to grab her, or maybe take her prisoner.

Both girls hit him with beam guns, the enemy flew to the side, and his machine gun jumped on the gravio -titanium floor. Since they shot close, the combat suit was pierced, and the darag no longer moved.

Paratroopers and paratroopers broke through to the entrance.

- Go ahead, now we will get out of the mousetrap. - Oral Lapot.

"I think there"s an ambush waiting for us there, it"s better to let the fighters go around." - Vasilisa suggested.

- I am the commander, and I decide. - Lapot snapped.

However, at that moment, thick, wide beams struck, and four Russian fighters were immediately cut into pieces; it was clear that heavy laser cannons with at least mega-annihilation pumping had been activated.

-You want us all to be destroyed. So get there yourself. - Bare-legged Antonina shouted.

- Okay, let's go around. - Lapot agreed with reluctance.

The soldiers began to make their way through the stacks to the other side of the hangar, hoping to either deceive the enemy or go to his rear.

Then Antonina, barefoot and with her broken foot, felt for the secret door of the emergency exit.

"This is where we can all get out." I'll try to crack the cyber code.

Desperately firing back, Lapot muttered:

- Hurry up, otherwise we will be stuck .

Darog Empire were already penetrating the door , they broke through, but the Russian soldiers met them with fire and forced them to choke on blood.

One of the young men screamed desperately:

- Faster, faster, suddenly they pull up a cannon and throw a bomb.

Vasilisa answered calmly:

- Daragas are greedy, and there is too much good stuff stored here. It"s better not to push her by the arms, and let them help Antonina.

Things went much faster between the two of them, and a minute later the door opened.

- This is much better. Now let's go out.

Ahead of them, the soldiers encountered a gravity tower . Having climbed up, they found themselves in the very rear of the rocket men, who continued to shoot at an empty place.

The other part of the squad climbed onto the neighboring roof using boxes. Stanislav Lapot commanded:

- Maximum fire to kill.

A whole sea splashed beneath them, many hundreds of enemy darags. Standing up and aiming their beam throwers , the soldiers brought down all their hatred on the enemy.

The enemy was stunned and depressed; they did not immediately understand where the fire was coming from, so they intensified their bombing in the air. Oddly enough, the robots were the first to figure it out and belatedly started shooting. However, they were attacked from three sides at once, and in addition, the Russians used Daraga rocket launchers captured in the warehouse.

The effect of their use turned out to be strong, including because the force fields of the Daragas were not adapted to shooting of such intensity, in addition, it is always more difficult to defend against one"s own weapons.

Vladimir Terkin stood out especially boldly; the boy believed in his own invulnerability .

-Hide, little devil! - Antonina shouted. But where is it?

- A Russian warrior should not be afraid of death! - Answered the desperate child warrior.

The bare-legged devil answered logically:

- Only scumbags should not be afraid of anything, but a soldier must be able to survive.

Vladimir suffered:

- A soldier, first of all, must be brave, but you are shitting your pants.

The girl answered harshly:

- Look, if you get hurt, we won"t treat you.

Terkin laughed and stuck out his tongue:

- They can kill me, but I won"t become a cripple; medicine has stepped far forward.

Another minute later, an entire regiment of Daragas was killed, and the soldiers, having plowed the ground, moved to the next hangar, where they simply went to the rear of the defenders.

There were several tanks inside the hangar, so we had to tinker with knocking them out. The new hangar was destroyed, soldiers ran from place to place, and somewhere in space an equally intense battle raged.

In another sector of the base, unable to cross the line of fire and connect with part of the detachment, three squads retreated to their original positions and began to regroup.

They then moved along the next line of hangars, aiming to destroy the warehouses. They should have been helped, and quickly running across and covering each other , the paratroopers rushed to the rescue. But suddenly they were hit on the flank by a large brigade of Daragas and mercenaries of the Chembur race; these were real monsters, up to five meters high, they moved, accompanied by robots.

- It"s even surprising that we didn"t notice such colossus before. - Said Vladimir Terkin.

- Apparently, they were kept in ambush. - Antonina reasoned.

They towered menacingly above the ranks of the Daraghs and, having extended long barrels of plasma cannons, fairly accurately hit the fleeing paratroopers. The shells were powerful, and one hit was enough to vaporize a soldier, although the rate of fire was weaker than that of ray guns, but the computer helped them in aiming.

The Russian troops were cut in two, and then in three, and cut off from each other, they fought with superior enemy forces.

repeated the maneuver of Company No. But the fact of the matter is that from the very beginning there were much more of them, and they could compensate for the damage, but the Russians, cut off from their own, could not.

The situation on the third line of hangars has become completely critical . The number of killed soldiers grew, and the robots, together with the Chemburs, broke through to the rear.

Vladimir Terkin did not lose heart even in such harsh conditions, he managed to catch one of the super robots by blowing him up with a grenade, and the other guys did not lag behind. At that moment, Stanislav Lapot was seriously wounded; a hyperplasma projectile hit his combat suit , tearing off his arm up to the shoulders. The senior lieutenant lost consciousness from the shock of pain.

And only the fact that the combat suit was able to compress individual parts in time allowed us to avoid death from depressurization.

The Daragas, in general, became too bold and, coming close, came to hand-to-hand combat. They used bayonets made of solid mechanical lasers; they are capable of piercing a combat suit and tearing apart an attacker . Outwardly, not very large boys and little Vladimir Terkin fought very skillfully, and other soldiers were not inferior to them. And yet the Daraghs were taken in numbers, their comrades fell next to the boys, impaled and destroyed; barely a third of the company survived.

The robots in this situation stopped firing, fearing to hit their own soldiers, and the Chemburs fired at both their own and others. The commander of the darags, Nidurashkov, became the victim of such a thoughtless act . Maple , after that, got angry and opened fire back, soon a dump began. Taking advantage of this, the Russians went on the offensive, they fought, furiously realizing that this was their only chance to survive. The Daragas were less trained in the art of hand-to-hand combat and, moreover, switched their attention to the Chemburs.

Soon the entire field was strewn with Daraga corpses.

- Robots can be destroyed. - In the face of the death of the commander, Antonina took command. - Run up to close range and concentrate your friendly fire on one vehicle. If you hit the bottom point together, not a single monster will survive.

- I'll be the first to show you this! - Vladimir Terkin shouted.

Concentrated fire played a role, one after another the killer robots failed. One of them managed to hit him with plasma, almost hitting Terkin, but the lucky boy survived again.

- Karabas You can"t catch Barabas ! - And he made his nose, at the same time throwing a grenade into his now vulnerable belly.

When the Daragas were finally defeated, the remnants of the detachment went behind the main forces attacking the remaining Russian detachments.

Even more powerful Skeleton - 10 robots went into battle from the side of the Daragas. They acted according to a well-established scheme, firing large missiles that brought chaos of destruction, knocking out large craters, then came closer, using plasma cannons and forced beam throwers .

- Wow, what giants. - Vladimir noted . "They will be difficult to destroy even with concentrated fire."

Kicking her scalded, bare legs, Antonina confidently objected:

- And yet we must act according to this scheme, concentrated fire will weaken the defense, at which time someone brave and courageous will throw a bunch of annihilation grenades under the belly.

Terkin, as always, is ahead of everyone:

- It will be me.

The sandal girl was indignant:

- Why do you?

Vladimir Terkin reasonably noted:

- I"m the smallest and it will be easier for me to sneak in unnoticed.

The girl nudged the boy with her bare sole:

- Then act.

Vladimir Terkin, using large craters and many corpses, as well as the fact that the ground was burning, really managed to get through unnoticed. Taking advantage of the moment when the force field sparked from overload, he threw a whole bunch. The huge "Skeletons of Iblis" exploded, crumbled into pieces, some, being not completely destroyed, froze like ugly sculptures.

With such an operation, you need to have a fair amount of skill to accurately throw a bunch, as well as a sense of danger. At first, the Daragas did not pay attention to the fact that the formidable giants were breaking down, then realizing that something was wrong, they began to fire at their rear. However, Vladimir"s guardian angel was on the alert; he continued to destroy the graviotitanium giants. But the thirteenth company continued to thin out.

And the Daraghs sent new reinforcements into battle. At that moment, fortune suddenly turned away from Vladimir Terkin; the boy had been playing with it and taking risks for too long. The burning sting of the hyperplasmic string emitted by the robot hit the brave boy, shooting off his leg.

Vladimir Terkin screamed, but overcoming the pain, he threw the charge with force, attacking the boy , " Azazel"s Skeleton " crumbled like a half-decayed corpse.

The boy, unable to bear it, shed bloody tears:

- I injured. I was crippled, I have no leg.

- Don"t despair Vovka, if we survive, they"ll give you another leg, and in a day you"ll be running again. Pray to God to stay alive. - Good-natured Vasilisa calmed down.

From all sides, like spiders, daragas and combat robots crawled in, there were many thousands of them.

The surviving trio had practically no chance of survival, the enemy"s superiority was too great, but no one thought about surrendering to beg for mercy.

The girls Antonina, Vasilisa, and the scout boy Vladimir Terkin fought like Spartans trapped in Thermopylae. But it is clear to anyone that there is no chance of standing against many thousands of those enraged by the enemy, many of them huge, terrible alien galaxies terribly rattling their weapons, at that moment, when evil death dug its empty eye sockets into the face, Vladimir Terkin sang a hastily composed tune.

The vile liar who says

It"s as if the Fatherland is just dust!

That the main thing in everything is the hunt for the ruble,

And you need to go with the flow of fate!


But not such a soldier of the country of Holy Rus',

After all, for him war is his primary calling!

The king's order is simple: fight and do not be afraid,

The icy breath will not frighten death!


And space is what man knows,

It is given to him to fly and conquer space!

First a timid start, then a steep run,

IN there will be a kingdom of millions of galaxies !


It"s impossible to stop, even though the blood flows like a river,

War between people, with bad madness!

I want to relax, eat aspic pie,

And lie down in the grass under a sweet beehive!


But where you find happiness is not in heaven or hell,

It is always with you, and yet far away!

You are looking for your chosen star in the sky,

To keep the heart in the sacred section!


But the Motherland is there, and the sun and the moon,

She is like your wondrous eye, your patron!

And if necessary, then rip, even to the navel,

Oh, how thin and torn are the threads of life!


Russia forever, for all nations you are,

Like an ocean in which happiness splashes!

The greatness of beauty, and audacity and dreams,

And that fire of love that will not go out!

The memories of the jester boy inspired the eternal child to new exploits. And he silently left the hall. And he set off to complete a new task.

In particular, the jester boy was very interested in the blonde girl who had been lured into a trap by the elf prince. I wonder, though, for what purpose. And then something needs to be done.

The jester boy, without thinking twice, flashing his bare , round heels, headed towards the prison.

The orc guards called out to him:

-Where are you going, buffoon?

Vladimir Terkin answered in a measured tone:

"The Greatest Empress of Hell ordered me, as punishment, to serve food like an ordinary prison slave."

The security giggled and, grunting, said:

- All the better! Come quickly, little louse!

The jester boy began to sing, singing:

I'm like an iceberg in the ocean

Everything floats in complete fog...

There are big battles ahead

Prayers won't help either!

. EPILOGUE

Elizabeth woke up in the most interesting place. And when she woke up, she shook herself, clinking the chain.

Drachma noted with a sweet smile:

- Well, you were asleep, beauty! I don't even have anyone to talk to.

The blonde girl answered with a smile:

- So dream about something! Imagine some colorful paintings, or epic battles.

The Nymph Countess laughed and remarked:

- Well, there"s something in this! Remember something epic.

The rattle of the lock was heard. And again the doors of the dungeon opened. And a slave boy appeared. True, this time is different. Also in only swimming trunks, but much more muscular , with very prominent muscles, like cast steel.

He brought them milk, porridge, cakes and in addition he had a bag. And the slave boy took out the keys. The girls widened their eyes.

Vladimir Terkin put his index finger to his lips and hissed:

- Calm down! You have a chance to escape!

After which, the jester boy quickly opened the locks on the chains and whispered:

- Don"t drink milk, it"s messy!

The chains fell and Elizabeth jumped up, happily stretching her limbs. She was now relatively free. And the jester boy took out several rings and a talisman from his bag and whispered:

- Madam Drachma, here are your magical artifacts. Now you won't be so helpless!

The girl put some of the rings on her bare toes, and some on her hands, as well as a talisman on her neck. After which, she felt a surge of vigor in herself, and sang:

My boy, my baby,

At this hour you are not sleeping...

Prince of a great unknown country,

The servants of Satan are attacking!

Vladimir Terkin said with a sigh:

- And he was also a prince. I have a long biography. But your best bet is to escape while the guards are sleeping. And it is advisable to hide in a safe place.

The Nymph Countess remarked:

- I"m in any forest, like at home. I think Elizabeth and I can hide, but this, of course, is not enough.

The slave boy asked with a smile:

- Do you want to defeat the evil Goddess Kali?

Elizabeth giggled and replied:

- Just recently I would have said, there"s no time for fat here, if only I could live! But in my dream I did such things that now I feel like a completely different person. Something in me became like Joan of Arc after the Divine visions! The heart demands revenge, revenge requires sacrifice!

Vladimir Terkin nodded and took out a rather large diamond from his bag, which gave off reflections in all the colors of the rainbow:

- This is how your dream is generated, and it is recorded on a special magical film. I think the Goddess of Evil Kali wants to create a hydrogen bomb by combining the power of fusion of atomic nuclei and magic. And this can generate energy of unprecedented power. Which is extremely dangerous for the surrounding worlds. Evil and good are relative concepts; the Deity Kali began to claim too much. So he must be stopped!

The Nymph Countess answered fervently:

"But my greatest desire is to leave this prison as quickly as possible." I'm tired of being behind bars!

The jester boy nodded:

- Fine! I will also have to run away with you. Evil Kali will not forgive me for what I did. But if something happens, I have a surprise for her.

Elizabeth muttered:

- In the meantime, get out of the dungeon!

Three pairs of bare soles flashed by, two girls' and one boys'. The legs of both the girls and the boy were beautiful, regular in shape, graceful, and dust did not stick to them. Now they are already running along the corridors. The boy paused slightly and opened another cell. There were two beautiful, barefoot elves in white rags.

The jester boy quickly freed the girls from their chains. And now five pairs of bare feet were spanking. There were other prisoners, but the boy warned:

- The dragon will only take five. And without him we have too little chance of leaving .

Elizabeth asked in surprise:

- The Dragon?

Vovka Terkin nodded:

- Of course! Otherwise, we would have too little chance to escape ; Kali has other dragons that can be sent in pursuit of us. But this one is too fast.

Drachma agreed:

- Let's not be picky! We should really save ourselves, the time will come and we will return!

The guards were indeed asleep. And four girls and a boy rushed past slumbering arks, goblins, trolls and even elves with bows. After which, the team raced on.

And indeed, on the wide wall of the fortress there was a yellow-red dragon. It was small in size, and only had three heads. So it was really difficult for the five to fit on it.

Vovka tweeted:

- To the forest of the crown nymph! They won't get us there!

The dragon nodded in agreement:

- If Elizabeth is the chosen one, I will definitely deliver her and you with her!

The jester boy nodded:

- You can verify this by looking into the diamond of the God of Hypnosis. He is truly capable of a lot. And now, girls, you can watch the continuation of your own dream!

Elizabeth was surprised and, blinking, asked:

- How is this a continuation of your own dream?

Vovka confirmed:

- You'll see in flight! In the meantime, let's start!

The dragon took off, practically without flapping its wings. The girls and the boy grabbed the scales tightly with their hands and bare feet. After which, the living three-headed machine began to pick up speed.

The jester boy, when the dragon leveled out, took out the diamond of the God of Hypnosis and placed it in front of Elizabeth, saying:

- Now we can all contemplate your wonderful dream!

The blonde nodded:

- This is cool !

And a three-dimensional color hologram appeared in front of the public, and a real movie began to be shown;

The interrogated dignitary muttered:

- No, over! - Underwater his speed would be too low. We would have wasted time.

The girl, disguised as a black woman, continued the interrogation:

- I see, but what are the contours of the ship?

The army general muttered:

- A slightly elongated destroyer, only the sides are round and streamlined. There is something from a submarine.

Elizabeth, who was in the uniform of a lieutenant colonel, squeaked:

- Great, give us a route.

- It can change at any moment. I only know certain points, like Red Harvard.

- Name the others the same way. - Drachma said, dressed as a black female colonel.

The dignitary cackled:

- The port of Brest is in Denmark, but he won"t go there. It will go around underwater.

- Great, that's already something! Come on, keep on pricking! - Said the nymph girl. - And her white, large teeth, like those of a wolf, sparkled ominously.

- I will give you all the information.

- What else do you know of value?

The army general babbled :

- New soldiers have appeared, a mixture of rats, monkeys, and humans. They engage in sabotage behind enemy lines. Powerful fighters and very durable. They do not die even if the brain is destroyed.

- Well, that's logical. Why does a soldier need brains? - Said Drachma. - Perhaps, to better think about AWOL.

The dignitary muttered:

- Soon new soldiers will learn to reproduce. They will become a new humanity, capable of building socialism and communism.

The nymph countess giggled:

- It will be wonderful. Rat paradise, that's all that's left for people.

Intoxicated by the effect on the nerve endings, the army general sawed:

- You know better, Comrade Stalin.

Drachma strictly ordered:

- Open for us a safe with the immediate strategic plans of the command.

Fritz obeyed:

- I obey, Comrade Stalin.

The safe was located behind a painting, not of Stalin, but of a half-naked mermaid. Apparently the calculation was made that no one would rip it off.

Elizabeth and Drachma mentally scanned all the information, fortunately memory allows, as well as the names of all residents. Among them were even several generals, including those from Vasilevsky"s entourage and the chief of staff, as well as the deputy minister of finance and deputy chairman of the committee for the fight against world communism.

Overall, the scouts did a great job. It was also possible to find out that Stalin was actively putting pressure on the Chinese leadership, trying to push it to act against Russia. And China is power! As it turned out, the leader of the great country promised to give the final answer within three days. So the deadlines were pressing. Mobilization has already been announced in China, and an army of thirty million is preparing for deployment. True, it has few tanks and aircraft, and even those are outdated . The leader of the Chinese, however, wants to receive from Stalin at least two thousand of the latest IS class tanks and a dozen atomic bombs.

Elizabeth muttered:

- Yes, their hands are raking.

The army general confirmed:

- Stalin promised to supply. Only he doesn't particularly trust China. He called the leader a radish: red on the outside, white on the inside.

Drachma said with a grin:

"He probably wouldn"t mind executing him."

Fritz cackled:

- Everything impossible is possible! For CHIP, this is possible.

Elizabeth tweeted:

- At what stage is the development of monster soldiers?

The army general muttered in confusion:

- Don't know! It is known that cobalt, radium, and plutonium were used in irradiation. Various isotopes, including those extracted from meteorites. So it turned out something really scary. True, they say these fighters are brainless , and "bugs" are used to control them.

- But they won"t desert! - Drachma concluded.

Fritz said in the reporting area:

- In addition, contacts with vampires have been established. There are also interesting prospects here.

The nymph girl was surprised:

- With vampires?

The army general confirmed:

- They are three times stronger than an ordinary person and very tenacious. Cut off such a hand, it will grow back. Only they are afraid of the sun, but they see in the dark like cats, if not better, and some even know how to fly.

Drachma wanted clarification:

- What about garlic? Or silver.

Fritz answered honestly:

- They don"t like silver, it burns them, garlic causes burns.

Elizabeth asked:

- What about the crucifix or holy water?

The dignitary blurted out:

-Useless!

The blonde girl asked in confusion:

-Why?

The army general gurgled like a geyser:

- For them , a cross is just a piece of wood or metal. And in legend, the crucifix operated only in the hands of a holy person.

Drachma noted:

- We have no saints, only one terminator nun. True, I don"t know whether this counts or vice versa.

Fritz blinked his eyes:

- The Great Stalin banned monasteries. Now his main slogan is more children, be fruitful, multiply. Everyone, both white and black. White proletarians and collective farmers. May eternal glory be to Stalin!

Elizabeth answered with a chuckle:

- I think he will never be forgotten! Bright charismatic personality. She has just reached the point of insanity in her cruelty!

Choking with delight, the dignitary said:

- The vampires promised to accept Stalin into their ranks, which means that the leader will be able to live for almost a thousand years. Imagine, a great leader and also a vampire.

Drachma grinned:

- Stalin the vampire, or ghoul, it"s funny. And very cool. But how will the sun live without the sun?

The army general confidently stated:

- Scientists will develop a formula that will protect Stalin from garlic, silver and even sunlight.

Elizabeth, baring her teeth, said:

- But there is also an aspen stake! The one where Dracula ended his days. Judas hanged himself on an aspen tree.

Fritz muttered:

- We will think about this in due time.

Elizabeth asked a few more questions. She smiled affectionately, but she could barely restrain herself from strangling her opponent. Finally, the girls exhausted their questions, one of the last was a message about know-how. It turned out that a new weapon had been created. Like a portal. True, it is not clear what we are talking about, but it is very cunning and special.

Drachma tried to clarify, but Fritz himself didn"t know anything. In principle, he is the head of the secret police, but not a scientist.

You can"t stay switched off for too long, especially since the main thing is already known. Now the main thing is to erase Fritz"s memory and create an alibi so that there are no special problems. The girls turned on the following program to the army general.

They are entrusted with a particularly important task and given enormous powers. Including inspection of ports.

This is the first. Secondly , the girls were assigned special numbers. They became special agents of the CSA and large forces could obey them. And most importantly, they were tasked with finding the battle magic of the Druids, and they had to look for it on ships.

Overall, the girls figured out the main thing and could now move around the UK without any problems.

Together with the generals, they left the wolf's den. Fritz kissed their hands goodbye:

- They are so soft and hard. - He said.

- And besides, they are deadly ! - Said Drachma.

The girls got into the general's car; they had papers with emergency powers, including the right to take control of any equipment.

Elizabeth noted with pleasure that the second move into enemy positions was successful.

The blonde warrior asked:

- Now Drahmachka , what are we going to do!?

The nymph countess replied:

- Let's penetrate the ship and neutralize its contents. This is the most logical.

Elizabeth confirmed:

- Yes, of course, that"s exactly what we will do.

The girls became thoughtful. A hydrogen bomb requires a large amount of neutherium and deuterium, two and three atomic hydrogen, as well as several nuclear charges. And if you consider that the bomb is gigantic, then they will be planted from different sides. Another problem is how to get onto the Solnyshko ship?

There may be different ideas here. The easiest way to do this is to legally inspect the object, as if to check the protection against magic. They had already managed to snatch such a document from Fritz Geim.

- Thus, the legal path is the easiest and fastest. - Drachma summed it up.

Elizabeth even doubted:

- Isn't it too easy? We haven't even shot lately.

The Nymph Countess remarked:

- You mean, on the last night. But this is what the art of a reconnaissance consists in: carrying out a most complex operation without losses, preferably even without firing. You can congratulate our teachers, we have excellent training.

The blonde terminator noted:

- That is , we have done a lot of work.

The drachma gurgled:

- Yes, and we still have a little time left, we"ll go to the hotel and sleep for half an hour.

Elizabeth agreed:

- There is still hard work ahead.

It was already dawn when the girls reached their beds. On the way, the doorman offered them a couple of girls and guys for the night, but they refused.

- We still have a lot of running to do! In the meantime, rest.

The girls slept in the same room, almost silently. Habit and skill helped them fall asleep immediately and without dreams. It was better that way, of course. The girls slept for a whole hour and jumped out of their beds, cheerful and cheerful. They began to do exercises, bending over and bending all the way. In general, we warmed up quite a bit, walked on our hands, and even jumped.

- We are powerful warriors of the northern country! - They sang.

The girls twirled around for a while, took a shower, and then went outside. Now they had something else to do. In particular, get your own more advanced weapons. In case you have to fight seriously.

- We are peaceful people, but our armored train went on the offensive at all speeds! Charge into the attack, leave no doubt! - Said Drachma.

- Leave doubt! - Elizabeth picked up.

The girls walked briskly, marking their steps with their spiked boots. The curfew is over. People appeared on the street. They walked in formation, measuring their steps. Trying to walk strictly along the line. Only the children, mostly barefoot and ragged, were a little freer . However, Elizabeth and Drachma soon noticed a line of marching pioneers. Those who walked in front, boys and girls, were in white uniforms, red ties and almost new shoes. Behind them in the column were newcomers, also wearing red ties, but ragged and barefoot. Nevertheless, they saluted the officers in unison, trying to straighten up as much as possible.

The girls stood on their toes, trying to appear taller. Elizabeth waved after them, smiling with white teeth.

After this, the girls went to their landing area to grab the prepared machine guns. "The Destroyers " may have been bored, awaiting their own use.

Daytime London seemed more cheerful and brighter than nighttime. You could even hear music, and some general was playing a wedding in Buckingham Palace. In general, the Red Yankees felt good, they sounded Marseillaise, international music and a mixture of rap and classical music. The girls came in for a minute and sipped a glass of champagne for the health of the young people.

- I hope we will live in one happy world. - Drachma said.

The girls left the wedding with a light heart. The general married a lady more than half his age. And this is already too much.

Drachma noted:

- For some reason, men, as a rule, prefer young women. There is such a tendency.

Elizabeth expressed her version:

- Maybe they themselves want to rejuvenate? After all, if you lie surrounded by roses, you yourself begin to smell fragrant, and the bodies of young maidens are sweet.

The Nymph Countess cooed:

- Agree! Soon science will put an end to old age, and then a new world will open. Good , young and unusual in its brilliance.

- Hope! - Elizabeth said. - Unless, of course, people destroy themselves.

Drachma chirped with a smile:

- The latter is quite likely! As well as the possibility of dying in natural disasters.

London, with portraits of Stalin and occasionally Lenin, as well as other leaders, looked too exotic. And there are so many red flags around, and more and more are being raised.

At the checkpoints, the girls, seeing the general mandate, were allowed through without any delay. On the contrary, they even saluted.

Finally, the big city was left behind. At the entrance, however, a rather exotic monument was visible. On the one hand, it looks like a tank, and on the other, instead of a tower, there is the head of Stalin, holding a large pipe in his mouth. Yes, the monument itself is not small, thirty-eight meters high.

- What kind of surrealism? - Elizabeth asked.

- This is apparently red postmodernism. - Drachma noticed. - Exotic style, but interesting.

The blonde blurted out:

- The leader is being bullied!

- But Stalin himself apparently did not see himself as such! - Drachma felt happy. "Although, the body of a donkey would suit him better than a tank."

The girls laughed:

- Or maybe, on the contrary, the body of Stalin and the head of a donkey.

After leaving London, the beauties loosened their tongues:

"We drove through this city, but still didn"t talk to the vampires."

Drachma squeaked:

- Perhaps we still have to.

Elizabeth suggested:

- I wonder if Sherlock Holmes hunted vampires?

The Countess girl chirped:

- In some later postmodern novels, he hunted. There was even an option where Sherlock and Watson penetrated into space. It's so interesting.

The blonde warrior muttered:

- Well, maybe we"ll meet them.

Drachma was surprised:

- How is that?

Elizabeth answered confidently:

- Once in another universe. Moving a little further into the past. Then you can smoke a pipe with the famous detective.

The Nymph Countess giggled:

- This would be the most pleasant way to poison your lungs, but enlighten your head and heart.

The blonde chirped:

- Sherlock Holmes is a character invented by Conan Doyle. So did Professor Challenger. You've read about him.

Drachma showed her knowledge:

- Artistically a bright personality. It was even filmed in Hollywood.

The warrior with golden hair noted:

- Someday they will make films about us. The good angel Elizabeth and the evil devil Drachma. We both seem to complement each other and balance each other.

The nymph countess said:

- Like God and the Devil!

The blonde terminator continued:

- Certainly! If there were no Lucifer, and the world existed without sin, then the Almighty would have no one to fight with. Imagine how difficult it is for a superintelligence without a goal, without competitors. Although there may be an infinite number of Almighty Gods, each of them simply controls his own universe.

The drachma took it and clarified:

- Conan Doyle was an atheist and, nevertheless, showed how fragile man is. Remember, once in a hyperspace field, all life on Earth almost disappeared.

- But something like this is quite possible! - Elizabeth noticed.

The nymph countess confirmed:

- Yes, it"s possible! Although the probability of falling into a curved space is not so great.

The blonde girl noted:

- What is happening to us is not beyond the scope of science fiction. Except that Stalin, the president of the KSA, looks too exotic.

Drachma noted:

- Who knows, this is an interesting philosophy. Can communism bring happiness to any people?

Elizabeth expressed the idea:

- There is an opinion that bad people took up the implementation of good ideas.

The Nymph Countess noted:

-Where can I get others? In addition, for example, Dzerzhinsky was not such a ruthless executioner. He had a kind heart, and it was difficult to sign death sentences; he even tore his heart and died at forty-eight years old.

The blonde warrior noted:

- They say that Hitler was very worried when he removed Rem.

Drachma confirmed:

- Quite possible. Hitler was generally nervous. I wish I could catch him. Talk to him about what kind of person he is. Why did he hate Jews so much?

Elizabeth cooed:

- Jews are very smart, talented people. They say that even among the creators of the Kalashnikov assault rifle there were twelve Jews and only one Russian, Kalashnikov himself. That's why he was elevated.

The nymph girl said sadly:

"We are dead in our world; I doubt that our existence will ever be declassified." Unless Russia achieves absolute hegemony.

The blonde spy squeaked:

- And this also matters.

The girls threw local chewing gum into their mouths. The quality was quite acceptable, there were enough natural products.

Elizabeth cooed:

- Interestingly, Hitler, as you know, loved oranges; apparently they were delivered to him from Africa on submarines.

Drachma hissed:

- One Fuhrer can be provided with a table. But, for example, we ate pork with chocolate butter and jam. And that's great .

The blonde warrior logically noted:

- A person may experience indigestion from this.

The girls were stopped at checkpoint , they demanded documents. Seeing an emergency mandate equal in impact to the golden tiger paise of Genghis Khan. They stood up and mumbled:

- Go, comrade colonels. Just keep in mind that it"s not safe to go further, the partisans are playing pranks.

Elizabeth bared her teeth:

- And you think we don"t know how to shoot! SWAT officers!

A frightened squeak in response:

- No, I do not think so!

- Anyway, look! - The drachma threw up a five-cent coin, a large copper one. She fired the pistol offhand. Then she caught it on the fly and showed the hole exactly in the center.

- Well, how?

The officer buzzed:

- Wonderful shot! I've only seen this in movies about cowboys. Only Stalin shoots better.

The nymph countess growled:

- Well, yes, Stalin is beyond competition.

The blonde spy said:

- We are ready to rush into battle. So watch what happens to the partisans.

The girls shook hands and moved on.

Elizabeth noted:

- In general, it"s good that there are partisans in Britain; despite the terror, the British did not resign themselves to despotism.

Drachma stated:

- In general, Britain was conquered a thousand years ago. The Normans, led by William the Conqueror, defeated the Anglo-Saxons. And after that, no one conquered Britain.

The blonde intelligence officer noted:

- All this is very interesting. But Stalin also crushed Britain, turning it red-brown.

The nymph countess squeaked:

- Not funny!

The armored car was driving slowly. A large helicopter flew overhead, not a jet, rather slow.

- There's no one around. - Elizabeth stated.

- Partisans rarely attack during the day. In addition, the KSA army is not yet sufficiently equipped with night vision devices.

A couple more helicopters flew by. Big, but very clumsy.

Elizabeth noticed another helicopter. He was alone and, unlike previous colleagues, fired to kill.

Drachma asked:

- And where is he shooting?

The blonde spy remarked:

- I think it"s because of the children that they went out to pick mushrooms and berries.

Elizabeth shot from a leap rifle with an explosive bullet. A huge helicopter, approximately twice the size of the MI-24, caught fire and began to collapse.

- A Junkers came up behind me, but it started smoking, the propellers howled annoyingly, they don"t even need crosses on their graves, crosses on the wings will do! - Elizabeth sang.

The drachma was cheerful:

- I shot it down, after all!

The helicopter exploded, breaking into fragments.

- The blow is a knockout!

The girl leaned back and shook her head:

- Maybe one more shot?

The girls drove a little. Two more helicopters appeared and were returning.

- Now let's take them off at once.

The girls took aim at once and aimed their guns. And they fired a volley, and a roar was heard.

Elizabeth squeaked:

- This is the Krakatoa volcano! In miniature!

Drachma howled:

- This will be a powerful blow.

The two helicopters became uncoordinated, leaving behind long brown tails of smoke. They slowly lost speed and also exploded, apparently the spreading gasoline reached the ammunition load.

- Well, here we go! A pinwheel from... or maybe! - Drachma said somewhat vulgarly.

Elizabeth said sternly:

- You express yourself too harshly. Uncivilized, Comrade Colonel.

The Nymph Countess noted:

- Mat, this is an integral part of Russian folklore. A very significant part of the national culture.

- I agree with this. - Elizabeth nodded her head. True, most of the swearing came from the Mongol-Tatars.

The girls drove on; they had no need for an extra concentration of enemy troops.

Absolute memory made it possible to accurately calculate the landing site. The girls turned onto a country lane.

- So we became partisans! - Elizabeth noticed.

- More likely, even mobile fighters. - Said Drachma. - Tactics: hit and immediately retreated.

We reached dense thickets of bushes and hid the car. Then they started running. It was even faster than driving a car.

Elizabeth remarked:

- If all people are like us, then why do we need cars at all?

Drachma objected philosophically:

- To provide new jobs. In general, the percentage of unemployed is growing, and we must fight this.

The blonde spy reminded:

- There was no unemployment under the communists. On the contrary, jobs were constantly needed.

The Nymph Countess said passionately:

- Well, this also gives the advantage of socialism. It"s not like now, you can"t get a job, but you"ll stretch your legs on benefits. With so much money and petrodollars, is it really impossible to give people happiness? There was no unemployment under the USSR, although oil prices were significantly lower.

Elizabeth clarified:

- Under the USSR, unemployment was diluted like concrete with kefir, most of the Trudoviks worked as hard as they could.

Drachma laughed:

- Halfway, that"s nothing, many are a tenth.

The blonde intelligence officer noted:

- But under Stalin, all the veins were pulled out from people. So they will work hard continuously.

The Nymph Countess confirmed:

- The experience of thousands of years shows that slave labor, although the cheapest, is not the most effective.

Elizabeth hissed:

- Of course, the slave works without the slightest desire, as soon as the overseer turns away, he immediately works slower. And in general he tries to look away.

Drachma clarified:

- And I"m still ready to start a rebellion. They say that some peoples invented techniques. In particular, drugs were made from the poison of fish and turtles that deadened certain parts of the brain, turning people into zombies.

The blonde spy added:

- Or mankurts! They also say that a person can be genetically changed, making him more obedient.

The nymph countess confirmed:

- Quite realistically, similar work was carried out even under Hitler.

Elizabeth suggested:

- Creating a council on eugenics would not be bad at all. So that marriages are concluded in such a way that there is an optimal combination of genes. In this case, our people would become different, healthy, smart, strong.

The beauty from the race of gods squeaked:

- They will become like this, only the selection should not be blind, bestial, but purely scientific in nature.

The blonde said:

- What is it like without us?

- We will also take part in this. - Drachma said.

The girls were running and talking. An oak tree appeared in front of them. The hollow where they hid their belongings was almost invisible, no matter how carefully the scouts walled it up.

- Well, now we can arm ourselves.

The girls looked inside, the Destroyer -2 machine guns immediately gave their voices, the one belonging to Drachma said:

- How tanned you are, girl. Black suits you, but red hair is much more beautiful.

Elizabeth replied:

- Connoisseur of eyes, how do you feel about African-Americans in general ?

The Nymph Countess answered coldly:

- How to a potential target. Skin color or race does not matter.

- And you are actually a diplomat.

Elizabeth asked her own machine gun.

- Why are you silent?

The computer program in the weapon produced an ironic entry:

- It's not good to chat. For some reason, people walk on earth stomping their feet, which is both stupid and terribly ugly.

The blonde squeaked:

- What about my legs?

The computer chip replied:

- Yours, quite aesthetically pleasing! Maybe we can play solitaire? What do you personally prefer, greens or fans?

- Three swords! However, there is no time for us to play , my chatty colleagues, we have to shoot a little!

Mini-computers issued:

- Super cartridges , or standard caliber?

Elizabeth confirmed:

- Different ways. After all, you are adapted to conduct forced fire, regardless of the size of the caliber.

Electronics of the future replied:

- In general, yes! At the same time, turn on the music. With whomever you want, how about Michael Jackson with the space hit image?

- Oh, this is interesting! In three-dimensional projection.

Small holograms flashed above the two machines, showing a grandiose battle of empires. And against this background Michael and Madonna sang. Overall, it looked like he was being bullied, Madonna straddled Jackson, and he turned black with grief.

- Yes, it's very funny! - Elizabeth said. But we don"t have time to watch this children"s circus.

Drachma added:

- We can only play hyper chess on the go , this will train us.

- Only at blitz pace. - He suggested a machine gun.

- It's swept away! - Drachma agreed.

Hyper chess was a special type of turn-based star strategy. Various types of starships moved along a large board of four hundred squares. One hundred figures sought to destroy each other. The properties of some were enhanced upon reaching the opposite edge of the field. In addition, in this game it was possible to purchase additional starships every ten turns. Overall, the game is interesting, but long. And the pace of the blitz is completely suicide. However, in addition to extermination, there was another goal: to checkmate! This was related to chess and aroused additional interest.

The girls walked slowly, and Drachma could play on the go. A miniature processor capable of accelerating to many terahertz crackled under tension, struggling with the genetically improved human brain.

Drachma, however, also barely had time to make a decision. Carried away by the fight with the car, she ran into a tree. The strong blow left a couple of scratches on his face.

- Ugh, how not attentive I am, Hyper chess captivates me!

Elizabeth tweeted:

- But just chess, isn"t it bad!

Drachma boasted:

- I beat Kasparova in them!

The blonde squeaked:

- You are so self-confident! Harry is already old.

The Nymph Countess hissed:

- Ananda won! And Carleson!

Elizabeth clarified:

- During a simultaneous game session.

The drachma took it and said :

- Even so. But, very confidently, without giving him a chance. However, if it comes to a general match, I will defeat him, don"t be afraid. I beat computers with ELO 3000. This is higher than Anand and Garik Kasparov, and even Carleson.

The blonde intelligence officer noted:

- A computer is only a creation in the hands of man. Can a creature be higher than its creator?

The Nymph Countess hissed:

- That's a very difficult question. After all, the human world champions were defeated by computers. Although not everything is perfect in this program. You're checkmate in nine moves.

The "Destroyer" machine gun was offended:

- We'll see. I'm buying a proton battleship.

Drachma answered confidently:

- It's no use, my boy. You simply won"t have time to pull him to the front line.

The mini-computer disagreed:

- Or maybe, quite the opposite, quantum will come to quantum!

- Not really! You will see how late he is. - Drachma said decisively.

The girl made a few more moves. The enemy grumbled and surrendered. After which he sang:

- Well, you are a tigress, your jump is a thunderstorm, and your words are a blow, only my tear will appreciate God"s gift.

Drachma clicked the machine on the reflector with her finger.

- You're a cool guy.

Elizabeth interrupted her:

- You know, I hear shooting to the right. Judging by the combination of sounds, they are clearing out rebels there, probably punitive forces!

The nymph countess said:

- Wow! As always, the pig will find dirt.

The blonde terminator remarked:

"What they found here was not dirt, but blood."

The relative of the gods asked:

- What should I do in this case?

Elizabeth hissed:

- Well, what do you think, Drachma, what does justice require of us?

- Of course, to help the rebels. Superior forces have been thrown against them, and their monstrous pressure must be repelled.

Drachma muttered happily:

- Now we will take your soul away with a good bloodbath!

The girls ran towards their fate. At the same time , they did not forget to put on camouflage robes. Drachma and Elizabeth rushed very quickly, and in order not to tear their boots, they ran barefoot. But the black makeup began to crumble from running fast and touching the grass, revealing golden-olive skin. Which, however, is not so scary. As they ran, the girls hurt their feet on tree roots, pine cones and branches. That, however, did not slow down their rapid throws.

The beauties flew up a tree, looked around from above, and shook their machine guns.

- We resemble the Redskins ! - Elizabeth stated.

Drachma, choking with delight, babbled:

- You know what it"s like to feel like a tigress, it"s better than a queen.

The girls went down, they tried to rush quickly, but at the same time carefully, so as not to create unnecessary noise. The enemy was approaching, the sounds of war and the noise of engines were heard, however, the shots became single. The smell of burning, including corpses and living human flesh, became stronger and stronger.

The warrior said in unison:

- This is quite cool, it looks like a good army sweep.

The girls approached even more, climbed to the top of a tall poplar, and a clearing opened up to their gaze. A small village was visible at the edge of the forest. Houses were burning.

But that's not the main thing. They took civilians out of the houses, mostly neat, old brick buildings. Mostly women, children, old people. They were herded into a heap. On the outskirts, five gallows were visible, on them hung two women, two teenagers and one old man who looked like a priest. Three more people were crucified on poles with a crossbar and upside down. Moreover , one of them was still just a child. The villagers were pushed with rifle butts, beaten, and some were shot in the legs. Overall, the situation was barbaric.

Elizabeth stated:

- And this is a battle with partisans!

Drachma supported:

- Under such a regime, I myself would have gone to the partisans.

Two teenagers were hooked and began to be lifted up, swinging, trying to cause more pain. At the same time, the other unfortunates were herded into the barn. There were cans of gasoline nearby.

Elizabeth whispered:

- They are just like Nazi monsters.

Drachma confirmed:

- Not better. True, England seems to be a civilized country, but it has also become famous for mass atrocities.

The blonde squeaked:

- When?

The nymph countess replied:

- For example, the Boer War. In this case, torture was used. However, the Americans, especially in the war with the Indians, did not spare anyone. They tore women and children apart.

Elizabeth roared:

- Enough talking! Let's attack! You're on the right, I'm on the left!

Drachma noted:

- There are four tanks here!

- So much the better, let's capture them.

The girls rushed to the tanks. Two of them were large IS-7s, without active armor, but clearly of high quality. Not every grenade will take such banduras. The other two are a little smaller , besides them there are also a dozen armored personnel carriers.

Elizabeth even burst out laughing:

- We will neutralize it legally.

The girls put on their boots and slowed down!

When the soldiers approached them, they pointed to their mandates.

- Emergency check, Colonel? - They said.

The commander stood up:

- Everything is done according to the master plan of the commissariat.

Drachma purred:

- Great! Now let's take a look inside the tanks. In my opinion, the towers are slightly jammed .

The soldiers helpfully opened the hatches:

- Look, everything is fine with us.

The girls jumped into the cars. There were seven crew members. But for brave warriors like these girls, this is not a problem. Quietly, without unnecessary noise, Elizaveta patted the driver on the shoulder.

- Well, how do you see, buddy?

He simply collapsed. The girl giggled, hitting two of them in the temples at once. Then she finished off the rest. Four crew members only had time to ask:

- What is this, a test?

- Yes! Autogenic training methods. - Elizabeth said.

Drachma finished off the three using the kiss method. It was easier with the rest, but I shot one for a change:

- Although it is rude, such a death is more courageous.

Without saying a word, the girls leveled the tanks' barrels. By the way, for them, charging was carried out using a belt method. So there is no need to fire shells. However, they haven"t thought of joysticks yet. And this complicated matters. The girls, however, already had experience driving tanks from the fifties, in particular the T-54, T-55. These were still used in some Arab countries. And female intelligence officers were trained, including to be instructors, for example, in Iraq, Syria, Libya, Iran. Just in case.

Here the broadcast of an amazing and fabulous dream was interrupted. The yellow-red dragon noted:

- Now we are flying into a hypermagic protective field that prevents the troops of the Goddess Kali from entering the territory where nymphs and dryads live. This means that we will also need enhanced protection to overcome it!

Drachma nodded to her partners and the boy:

- Don't worry! This is a small problem for us. The talisman will handle it. I just need a little magical help from you.

Vovka Terkin nodded:

- I know! We must sing. This is the best option.

The Nymph Countess confirmed:

- That's it, sing! Just something beautiful and lyrical.

The jester boy began to sing, and the rest of the girls joined in:

The universe was torn apart

The stars have dimmed, catastrophe-death!

They sob and groan in the torments of hellish distances,

And for those who survived: it"s just a shame to endure!


Like God, ruling all laws,

Forgetting about conscience and rejecting honor!

An alien race is creating a new world,

She sent us a challenge - bad news!


Though the army of my holy Russia ,

She fought bravely and conquered space!

But this time the adversary is omnipotent,

Plays its monstrous tune!


He shreds both time and space,

Capable of knocking down a quasar with his little finger!

Let the power of God, but there is deceit in the soul,

A merciless blow!


The cosmos sluggishly flows with tears,

Comets sing sorrowful mourning!

O Motherland, holy for all people,

Trampled , where to find shelter now!


But I don't believe evil is not omnipotent,

And time will come, Rus' will be reborn!

Our region is flourishing even more densely,

I fight valiantly for this good!


Of course, there is no success only with strength,

But faith, wisdom and love are with us!

And so that the train of happiness does not leave,

The mind should hit the eye, not the eyebrow!


I believe a boy will meet a girl,

A flame burns in your mouth, like a furnace...

I'm an adult in my mind, even too much so

Fire can, you know, kindle love!