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The King Of Vampires And Satan

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    The Vampire King fell in love with a very beautiful girl, Margarita. But he didn't know that her godfather was Satan himself! And the Devil had no intention of his goddaughter being afraid of the sun. A battle of dark forces ensues. Special forces Colonel Yuri Petukhov is also in love with Margarita, and he is deliberately infected so that he becomes a vampire who cannot tolerate ultraviolet rays. The intrigue intensifies, and the adventures become exciting and unpredictable.
  THE KING OF VAMPIRES AND SATAN
  SUMMARY
  The Vampire King fell in love with a very beautiful girl, Margarita. But he didn't know that her godfather was Satan himself! And the Devil had no intention of his goddaughter being afraid of the sun. A battle of dark forces ensues. Special forces Colonel Yuri Petukhov is also in love with Margarita, and he is deliberately infected so that he becomes a vampire who cannot tolerate ultraviolet rays. The intrigue intensifies, and the adventures become exciting and unpredictable.
  PROLOGUE
  Margarita was called a she-devil. Firstly, she was distinguished by a fabulous beauty so dazzling and vibrant that all the models and so-called Mrs. Universes would burst with envy. Secondly, she was also a marvelous athlete, winning every single combat against any opponent. And she was also a woman of love. A truly fabulous girl... Although, of course, she was far from young. But she looked very fresh, like she was about twenty. Although even the all-powerful FSB didn't know how old Margarita was. But you can see a lot... In addition to martial arts, the girl could sing fantastically beautifully and richly. With her voice, she could have become a pop star and a prima donna. But for some reason, she was in no hurry to fill stadiums. And she participated in martial arts only with long breaks.
  And there were sinister rumors about her. She would simply disappear for months, only to reappear later. Furthermore, with plenty of money and admirers, Margarita sometimes simply turned to the streets. There, she sought adventure and connections, sometimes with men who belonged on the high road.
  Margarita also had a special quirk: she loved to run barefoot, in any weather, and could run up walls.
  Many wanted her hand in marriage, even billionaires, but she turned them down. Indeed, she had no interest in wealth. She donated heavily to the poor, especially orphans.
  She possessed a strange mixture of good and evil. Few knew that Margarita sometimes carried out assassination orders against crime bosses and financial tycoons. But she did that, too. Typically, these were very bad people. She helped those unfortunate in life, and even opened a shelter for homeless animals. Margarita also possessed a special power, which, however, she carefully concealed. She was a high-class witch. Moreover, her witchcraft was unique. She sought to harm the bad and help the good.
  And on her right shoulder was a tattoo-the seal of Satan. For she was marked by the Devil himself. But Lucifer is the bringer of light. Just as God is both love and consuming fire, Satan is not pure evil. He is more a symbol of sin than evil. And in this regard, the devil Margarita was a match for him.
  Moreover, the Devil doesn't want humanity to perish, as that would usher in the second coming of Jesus Christ, and the lake of fire for Lucifer and all his demons, as well as for those who are not saved. So, the end of the world, the destruction of humanity, and the rise of the Antichrist must be avoided at all costs. Meanwhile, despite the fact that it's still early March and there's snow on the ground, Margarita slaps her bare, graceful, tanned, muscular feet down the streets of Moscow, her pink heels breaking the icy crust of the chilly, frozen puddles.
  CHAPTER No 1.
  A wind blew from the north, and a fine, nasty snow began to fall. Margarita left graceful, barefoot footprints in the white powder. Her hair was lush, a wave the color of gold leaf, and seemed ready to melt the cold. She was so beautiful and so sexy in her short skirt that she literally drove men crazy. And they all looked at her and smiled.
  Margarita loved lovemaking. She chose the men she wanted to sleep with. And she enjoyed it. And in this case, she was already starting to look around. Maybe she should warm up with someone? Find a man who was both strong and athletic.
  Moreover, her godfather, the Devil, conveyed the danger of nuclear war. And then she might have to carry out a special mission with Azazel and Anvadon. But that's in the future, for now... She wants a strong, masculine body, with both muscle and agility.
  So where should I go? Probably to the stadium, full of young and strong athletes. And warm up there. And the girl quickened her pace.
  Many eyes watched her. But one of those who looked at the girl was special...
  Hidden behind mirrored glasses, but no less insidious and piercing. The girl glanced back-it was a gloomy morning, the sky covered with clouds. It wasn't exactly a good day to lift your spirits. You'd want something extreme. For example, there go two police officers in black uniforms. "By the way, why black?" Margarita thought. She remembered Soviet times, when policemen wore white uniforms, as if symbolizing purity. And here they were, like demons, or the Black Hundreds. Called upon to crush and seize.
  Margarita snapped her bare toes. And then the two policemen collided, drawing blood. They fell, then jumped up and started whistling.
  Margarita laughed, and her mood immediately lifted. It really was so cheerful. She was the very definition of beauty and magic.
  A female voice whispered in the distance:
  - Do you think, Your Majesty, that she will suit you?
  A male and youthful voice answered:
  "I believe so, Duchess! But now we'll put you to the test! No ordinary person could withstand such a thing. And if the witch queen becomes my wife, then we will have such power. Even the sun will cease to be scary to us."
  A low bass voice was heard:
  - We are ready, lord!
  The command followed:
  - Start!
  And immediately four shadows in masks and dark glasses jumped out, as if from under the asphalt.
  Margarita giggled and stopped, noting:
  - Vampires! And what do you want from me?
  The four rushed toward her. It must be said that the bloodsuckers move much faster than humans and are much stronger. One of them even picked up a crowbar and bent it in his hands, making it grind.
  Margarita jumped in response. And the four bloodsuckers collided with each other.
  The Duchess exclaimed:
  - She's so clever! Your Majesty, this is super!
  The Vampire King said:
  - Yes, she is the most powerful witch!
  Margarita spun in the air. As the vampires rose, she slammed her bare heel into the chin of one of them, sending him flying head over heels. The blow was truly powerful, and the vampire himself somersaulted seven times in the air and crashed into a lamppost. If he had been a normal human, this would have killed him. As it was, it merely stunned him. But reddish-brown blood still flowed from his mouth.
  The other vampires were taken aback. Wow... The girl moved as if in slow motion. And it seemed miraculous. A normal vampire can move about three to four times faster than a master of athletics, especially in a trance, and her strength is ten times greater. But this was something else entirely.
  The witch used not just combat magic, but sorcery of the highest order. Her movements were swift, and her blows were sharp and crushing.
  Another vampire lunged at her, receiving a powerful jab to the groin. The blow sent him spinning, sending him spinning in a high arc. A fountain of reddish-brown blood gushed from his mouth, too.
  The Duchess remarked:
  - It's mortally dangerous to get under such a hot foot!
  The Vampire King noted:
  - Well, with a wife like that, it"s like being behind a stone wall!
  The other two vampires snatched up their nunchucks and spun them in the air. They spun very quickly. Margarita stood up, spreading her bare, tanned, muscular legs wide. And then she brought them together. And both vampires, like tossed tennis balls, collided, slamming their nunchucks into their foreheads. And Margarita blew at them from her scarlet-framed mouth. And both bloodsuckers froze at once. And became crusty.
  The girl stamped her bare feet, hung in the air and sang:
  And the insolent bloodsucker,
  Stood at the head of the bed...
  And he said with great inspiration,
  We're talking about full-bloodedness!
  Then he laughs and stamps his bare foot, and everything shakes.
  And she spun around like a top. And it was beautiful. What a girl, a real flame. And her hair sparkled.
  A siren could be heard. The police were clearly on their way. Margarita grinned. She stamped her bare, chiseled feet a couple more times and spun around. The four fallen vampires suddenly, as if caught in a whirlwind, were sucked into the asphalt like a funnel. And they vanished, as if they'd fallen into the underworld. Well, not as if, she was-Margarita, the superwitch!
  The girl shook again. And the police car, flying out from around the corner, flipped over. Its flashing light was smashed, and its wheels spun on top. And it looked so helpless.
  Margarita spun around again and teleported. It was as if someone had switched frames in a movie.
  The Duchess exclaimed:
  - We lost her!
  The Vampire King replied:
  - Well! This is truly top-notch. I've found the perfect girl for me.
  A female voice remarked skeptically:
  - Will she agree? She's such a cool witch!
  I am the king, I have power over everything,
  It's clear, it's clear...
  And the whole earth trembles,
  Under the heel of the king!
  The Duchess objected:
  "You're the king of vampires, and your power is invisible. And what does she want? This miracle witch..."
  The Vampire King nodded:
  - Perhaps! But we could use a love potion. And then she'll become my slave. The grass-ant can make anyone fall in love!
  A female voice answered:
  - Yes, that's true! But watch her. She could strangle even the vampire king in a loving embrace.
  Meanwhile, the witch girl found herself in the very center of the stadium. Due to the bad weather, it was sparsely populated. But there were handsome young men, and even boys and girls in kimonos running barefoot. These were children from the sports school-handsome, of course, and resilient. Margarita thought that years would pass, and these cute, sweet boys and girls would become ugly old men and women. Unless, of course, human science had invented a rejuvenating cure by then.
  After all, she, Margarita, doesn't age. And she's still young, no more than twenty years old by the look of her. Although she's already that age... I remembered how she used to walk with Nicholas I. That tsar was tall and stately, and never missed a single skirt. But he was also distinguished by his religiosity. But his religiosity was in the style: sin and repent, repent and sin again! If you don't sin, you won't repent, and if you don't repent, you won't be saved. Well, there's wisdom in that. Moreover, Jesus himself said that one sinner is more pleasing to God than a hundred righteous people who have nothing to repent of. And there's wisdom in that. Moreover, love is not evil. And God, in fact, looks with indulgence on small, human sins. So don't think that things will necessarily be bad for you.
  Hell is a special place. And those who are friends with Satan live there better than kings on Earth. It's truly a matter of choosing your master.
  The devil is very powerful. He can do a lot. He can grant physical immortality, or even influence the world. But there are nuances here, too.
  In the parallel universe of Hell and the Underworld, the Devil wields the power of an almighty God. This universe is located at the center of the Earth. And within it, thanks to fractional dimensions and the hyperdimensionality of creation, an entire universe fits. And within it, thanks to his power over space, within the confines of Hell and the center of the Earth, there is room for clintillions of stars. And there the souls of sinners go. And here, indeed, the real struggle takes place.
  God is Sovereign and can admit anyone He wishes into Paradise and Heaven. Even the Marquis de Sade or the serial killer Chikatilo. But the Devil can theoretically lay claim to ninety-nine point ninety-nine tenths of all living souls. And here a serious struggle ensues, and the Devil operates in a higher intelligence. Yes, there is a Mega-Higher Overmind. It is higher than both Satan and the demiurge God, and it has many universes under its protection. Both Satan and God often resolve disputes with it.
  Margarita winked at the children. They were wearing kimonos, but barefoot and barely covered by thin fabric. But they were running around in the cold and keeping warm. And their feet were like red goose paws. Funny...
  Margarita wanted to give them a gift. And she snapped her bare toes. A beautiful cake appeared in the center of the stadium. It was decorated with sparkling cream in every color of the rainbow. And in the shapes of roses, butterflies, squirrels-indescribably beautiful.
  The children ran with great fury, their bare, round heels flashing. And they are magnificent.
  Margarita remarked with a smile:
  All people on the big planet,
  should always be friends...
  Children should always laugh,
  And live in a peaceful world!
  And the girl jumped up and snapped her fingers. And plastic glasses of chocolate milkshake appeared around the cake. It was truly beautiful. And the children were delighted. And even the clouds dispersed and the sun came out, and it immediately became warmer...
  Margarita, whose soul literally sang with wondrous delight, sang:
  The sun is shining high, high, high, high, high, high...
  There will be milk, milk with the cake! Milk, milk, milk, milk!
  The female trainer, also barefoot and beautiful, exclaimed:
  - Don't eat unfamiliar cake. Children, take your time, wash your hands first! Remember, hygiene comes first! Cleanliness is beauty!
  Margarita clicked her bare toes, and a gilded washbasin appeared. The children now had a place to wash their hands. And they quickly did. Some adults also tried to sit down at the cake, but the female trainer shooed them away. And it was fun. Margarita conjured up pieces of sausage and protein packets from planks for them. Which made it even more fun. There were both men and women there. Almost all were young and athletic. Satan's goddaughter noticed a very handsome young man; she could see his sculpted muscles even through his clothes. And she wanted to be alone with him, to indulge her eternally youthful body.
  Margarita ran up to the handsome young athlete, her bare heels flashing. She took his hand, cast a spell, and vanished, transporting herself to a place where nothing would interfere with their pleasure.
  The girl and boy found themselves in a room lit by antique candles and a luxurious golden bed. Above it, a platinum bed set with diamonds. Everything sparkled with regal luxury.
  Margarita pulled the young man onto the bed. Her lips reached for the lips of the young, handsome man. And suddenly she saw a pale face, instead of the tanned and ruddy visage of the athletic youth, and fangs protruding from his mouth. The pallor was matte, and the face was beautiful, regal in its radiance, while the fangs were graceful and didn't detract from the youth's impression. Margarita chirped, pulling him toward her, but carefully, so as not to be bitten:
  - Vampire! Wait, I know you, Emmanuel, are you the king of vampires!?
  And the witch girl stopped him, snapping her fingers and saying:
  - Don't you dare bite me! I really love the sun! Got it, ghoul?
  Emmanuel, with the fervor and temperament of a bloodsucker, exclaimed:
  - Let's make love! I promise I won't bite you! I swear!
  Margarita laughed and answered in a gentle tone:
  - Sex with the vampire king? That's wonderful. Well, go ahead, just don't use your fangs. I don't want to be afraid of the sun!
  And they began to caress each other furiously. A very beautiful couple.
  Meanwhile, the young athlete Margarita had dragged back to the stadium, landing two meters down in a puddle of mud. He then cursed. The cake, chairs, gilded sink, and chunks of sausage with protein powder packets vanished. The children jumped to their feet, and their trainer, an athletic young woman with thick, curly, light-blond hair, commanded:
  - Run, step, march!
  A tall, barefoot teenager in a kimono asked:
  - So, should we walk or run? We want clarity, so everyone understands!
  The female trainer shouted in a clear, commanding voice:
  - Run! You need to warm up, otherwise you'll catch a cold! Come on, athletes!
  And the children ran off again, their dusty heels flashing. The sun hid behind the clouds, and it grew cold again. Yes, such is Satan's magic-the Devil takes and the Devil takes! And even a prickly snow began to fall. Both boys and girls left graceful traces of their young bare soles on the white background. And it was beautiful, like some kind of pattern.
  One of the young athletes said with surprise:
  - It's weird, we just ate cake, and our stomachs are empty? And it's not sweet, right?
  The boy in the kimono, quite sensibly, answered with fury:
  "And you ate the cake? And I thought it was just a fantasy." And the girl was a fairytale beauty, with hair the color of church domes, or even brighter.
  The girl noticed, stamping her bare feet, red from the cold:
  - It's clearly a good fairy! She decided to treat us. Generously.
  The boy squeaked thinly and with great youthful energy:
  - There are no fairies! It's a scientific fact. We're not from kindergarten!
  The young athlete giggled, and with such a sweet look:
  - Do God and angels exist? But people believe in them and are forced to believe in them!
  The young athlete noted with a very reasonable look:
  - And they profit from this, and they exploit people"s belief in superstitions!
  The children's bare feet now raced over sharp stones. It was painful. But the point was to massage the feet and make them firmer. So that they would develop calluses.
  One of the boy athletes sang in a loud voice:
  You will soon forget me, forget me, forget me, forget me,
  An artist who paints rain... rain, rain, rain...
  Another angel you serve, serve, serve, serve,
  And you call me to follow you! You call, you call, you call!
  The barefoot girl in a kimono, jumping up briskly, noticed:
  - You don"t serve an angel, you serve either God or the Devil!
  The boy crushed a piece of ice with his bare heel and replied:
  - And if it's a good angel, you'll do it for him, and he'll do it for you? So to speak, friendship! And friendship, one might even say, selfless!
  The young athlete, flashing her bare, childish soles, chirped, baring her even, white teeth, like those of a weasel:
  It's time to be friends with an angel, be friends, be friends,
  Always cherish friendship...cherish, cherish...
  It's easy to be friends, friends, friends with an angel.
  Life in paradise is great! Life is great! Life is great!
  The children had already run around quite a bit. The trainer shooed them indoors, ordering them with her thick black eyebrows furrowed.
  - Now everyone, wash your feet and go to the steam room! - Then she added: - From the cold and hunger, all sorts of devilry appears - cakes like fairytale palaces! And girls like cherubs!
  Margarita, having experienced an ocean of pleasure with the vampire king, quickly got dressed and said in a voice that was filled with regret:
  - You're a great lover! But excuse me, I'm busy! Yes, busy.
  Emmanuel, dressed in his luxurious waistcoat with precious orders and lightning bolts sewn on it made of orange metal, asked:
  - And what business do you have, most beautiful of fairies? Or even angels?
  Margarita, decisively pouting her satin lips, declared with relish:
  - We need to save the planet from nuclear war! And this is serious.
  The Vampire King, carefully kissing Satan's daughter on the right hand, asked in a voice that betrayed serious anxiety:
  - And where is the threat coming from? Are there any significant leads?
  The girl answered with a smile, because she loves to bare her teeth:
  "An artificial intelligence glitch. The Ministry of Defense is using Chinese technology, and Chinese quality, including programming, is renowned worldwide. And soon, hundreds of nuclear missiles will be flying toward their target, and the target is cities all over the world! All over the world!"
  Emmanuel smiled and answered aggressively with wild passion:
  - So that's how it is - you're saving humanity! And that means vampires too.
  Margarita nodded with a smile as fiery as a torch flame:
  - Of course! I don't want the world to end. As long as humanity exists, so too do demons, devils, devils, and the devil's angels. If humans disappear, then the Almighty will simply cast us all into the lake of fire as useless! After all, who else will we tempt?
  The Vampire King nodded with youthful energy and cheerfulness:
  - Well, go ahead, beautiful diva! I'm amazed by your intelligence and kindness. You truly have an angelic, hyper-angelic character!
  Margarita giggled and with a laugh that rang like a bell, she replied:
  - I'm not kind at all, I'm mean! The most mean in the world.
  And to prove her point, the witch girl grabbed the vampire boy's nose with her bare toes and squeezed it hard. He even howled in pain. And Margarita burst out laughing and replied:
  - You see, I'm naughty! A very naughty daughter of the Devil himself.
  Emmanuel suggested:
  - Let me go with you. I am a great and unrivaled master.
  Margarita objected, letting go of the young man's beautiful nose with her bare fingers, which had no equal in elegance:
  - No need! Abaddon and Azazello will be there with me! And it's better not to meet them, even the vampire king. They'll burn you to ashes! Understand?
  Emmanuel shook the precious orders on his uniform and said:
  After all, I'm not afraid of anyone or anything,
  I will give Margarita the crown of everything!
  The witch girl lightly flicked her finger on the young king's nose and squeaked, in a voice reminiscent of a thrush's trill:
  "Okay, you can watch us work. If anything happens, come help. Although our triumvirate is so powerful that your help won't be needed. You can only hinder!"
  And Margarita, shaking her bare feet, leaped into motion, performing a feat of teleportation. She flew between space and time. Bright, violet stars sparkled all around her, casting shades of practically every color of the rainbow.
  Then she found herself at the summit of a huge mountain, compared to which Everest was nothing but goosebumps. And the summit itself sparkled with ice, brighter than diamonds in the sun. The bare feet of the girl, a perfect beauty, felt warm, even though they stood on an icy surface. Next to her stood a man of average height, broad-shouldered, with red hair and a protruding fang at his side. This was the already familiar Azazello. The demon of Hell... Abaddon was much taller, also athletically built, and half his face was covered by mirrored glasses, which reflected the glow of a nuclear explosion in the form of a distinctive vulture with a spectrum of light. Both demons were quite powerful in magical power and close to Satan.
  Margarita herself also has the Devil's blood in her and she is his favorite.
  Both monsters leaned over and kissed the girl's hand, which held a ring made of stone in the shape of a tiger's eye, and muttered in a chant:
  - We are ready, sir princess. The most beautiful girl in the world.
  Margarita answered with her usual bright smile:
  "The Chinese artificial intelligence program operates in Russia, the US, and China. We need to visit all three places at once."
  Azazello angrily, with the gloomy look of a real demon, noted:
  "Oh, Princess, we should start with Russia! There's been a misalignment there, and hundreds of nuclear missiles with multiple warheads could launch at any time. And, of course, with a response."
  Margarita giggled and bared her beautiful, snow-like teeth as she replied:
  "Well, I know every nook and cranny there. Let's fly! Although I can handle it alone. After all, what could even a whole division do against someone like me?"
  Abaddon remarked with some feeling of annoyance and irritation:
  "I know your capabilities, Princess. But in this case, we might have to deal with the FSB's anti-demon squad. And it would be too dangerous for you alone."
  Satan's daughter looked very sweet and giggled, shaking her chest:
  "Ordinary people are against magic and techno-magic. They pose no threat to us; that's a whole other level!"
  Azazello, lowering his voice to a whisper, said:
  "It's not that simple. They've got Colonel Yuri Petukhov. He's no ordinary man, but the godson of the most powerful creation of God after Satan, Archangel Michael. And that makes him dangerous even for us. This man has a piece of the most powerful servant."
  Margarita smiled:
  "The Devil's daughter versus the Archangel Michael's son-it looks absolutely epic! Reminiscent of Hollywood productions."
  And the girl stamped her bare, chiseled foot and sang:
  People die for metal, for metal, for metal, for cool metal!
  Satan is in charge there, he's in charge there! He's in charge there!
  Abaddon suggested:
  - How about a feast? We can slow down time a bit. And it wouldn't hurt to have some fun!
  Azazello nodded:
  People are so inventive. For example, space games are simply amazing! People make such blockbusters. And then our Messire, in Hell, where he's the Almighty, makes all his fantasies come true. And it turns out even better than what people imagined.
  Margarita noted with a radiant, angelic, pearly smile:
  - Is this Yuri handsome?
  Abaddon chuckled and replied with outward contempt:
  "Even too handsome! The man is already over forty, but his face is like that of a pretty teenager, an angel's face. And his body, although muscular, is also far too youthful. There's a bit of an angel in him, and almost all angels are eternally youthful and beardless. And he's very insecure about it. Imagine, you're at an age when you should already have grandchildren, and you look sixteen or seventeen. He's a real fighter, though!"
  Margarita exclaimed, twirling her bare toes on the ice:
  "I know Yuri Petukhov. He sometimes fights in mixed martial arts under the name Orlov. He really does look like an elf, only with human ears, or like a young man with very defined muscles. He's very handsome, but he doesn't pick up girls. They said he was gay, but he's also indifferent to men. He's very religious, constantly praying. And during fights, he keeps an icon of Archangel Michael in the corner. It's his amulet!"
  Abaddon, almost knocking his top hat off his head, nodded:
  "Yes, he's a dangerous guy. He has light magic within him. Machine guns, bullets, and grenades are powerless against us! But the magic of God's angels is serious! Too serious, even, to..."
  Margarita smiled even wider, her teeth sparkling brightly, and the girl remarked with the sweet air of a real heavenly angel:
  "What if we talk to him? Surely he doesn't want humanity to perish? Then he won't get in our way and will help us!"
  Azazello, no doubt not forgetting to grin, furiously objected:
  "No! We usually fight, not negotiate. And in this case, we're talking about interfering with the control of nuclear potential. Who's going to let us do that without problems, or will they trust the servants of the Underworld?"
  Abaddon, flashing his mirrored glasses with a reflection of Hell, exclaimed:
  - And it's high time to teach Yuri a lesson. Are we demons or not?
  Margarita smiled and replied:
  - Sometimes skillful diplomacy means more than force!
  Azazello, baring his wolfish, sharp, white teeth, noted:
  "But the language of diplomacy is no substitute for force. As the Gallic commander who besieged Rome said: "Woe to the vanquished!"
  The witch girl, swaying her luxurious hips, sang:
  Abaddon, the curse rises, rises, rises,
  Abaddon, total death... death, death...
  Abaddon, the enemies die, die, die,
  Abaddon - the madman leads! Leads! Leads!
  And the girl, stamping her bare, chiseled, tanned, muscular, and very sexy foot, noted:
  "Yes, it's a shame I wasn't allowed to finish off Hitler back then. How many people suffered, including children. Oh well, let's have a feast; we should have a good time before the battle."
  . , CHAPTER No 2.
  The triumvirate of the Devil's servants found themselves in a magnificent palace. Margarita sat in the center, flanked by Azazello and Abaddon. The demons and the daughter of Satan raised their goblets. Music began to play. And magnificent girls began to dance before them. They came out fully clothed and gradually shed their clothes, revealing their magnificent, tanned bodies. It was a beautiful erotic dance.
  Of course, I wanted a spectacle. A huge screen showed an aerial battle. On one side, a powerful German Focke-Wulf with six cannons fought, on the other, a lighter and more maneuverable Yak-3.
  On the German side, there was a magnificent blonde pilot, and on the Soviet side, there was also a delightful red-haired girl.
  Both warriors were barely covered by bikinis and barefoot. Remarkable beauties. And such muscular bodies, with abs like chocolate bars. And then they showed themselves close-up, and the air battle began. The German was much heavier, but he had six aircraft cannons, while the Soviet Yak had only one and two machine guns. So, the Nazi fighter had more armament, but Stalin's Falcon was more maneuverable. But in speed, the German fighter even had the advantage due to its more powerful engine. Moreover, the Focke-Wulf had good frontal armor. And it could also be used as an attack aircraft and a frontline bomber. Now the two planes began to clash. Both girls were highly skilled pilots. They were almost naked and tanned, and muscular, and the fragrant scents of their bodies wafted from them.
  And so the battle began. The Focke-Wulf, using its powerful armament, attempted to cut down the Yak in one pass.
  Moreover, thirty-millimeter aircraft cannons are capable of shooting down a Soviet aircraft with a single hit. This, of course, gives the Nazis a significant advantage. But the red-haired girl maneuvers well and moves out of the line of fire.
  Margarita noted:
  "And I flew a Yak-3 and shot down Focke-Wulfs. It seems difficult at first glance. But in reality, if you're skilled, this most powerful single-seat fighter of World War II will light up like a candle."
  Azazello corrected:
  - Not so much like a candle, but like a flame!
  Abaddon remarked with a smile:
  "The Germans made a significant miscalculation during World War II, relying on heavy fighters with powerful armament. Meanwhile, the Soviet command relied on light aircraft. In particular, the most widely produced Yak-9 had only one 20-millimeter cannon and one machine gun. Against the Focke-Wulf, with two 30-millimeter cannons and four 20-millimeter cannons, it seems like a mere trifle." Azazello slammed his glass down on the black, polished surface of the table and continued. "But in real history, Soviet aircraft were able to defeat the fiery might of the Germans. To be fair, they had more aircraft, plus the Nazis were severely short of fuel. But in any case, light fighters are cheaper than heavy ones. Only towards the end of the war did the Germans develop the light, jet-powered HE-162 fighter, which was easy to produce, almost entirely made of wood, and maneuverable, but it was too late!"
  Azazello sang:
  It's too late to pay now,
  Look at the stars!
  Jesus is coming soon,
  Humanity will kill!
  Margarita remarked with a sweet look:
  "It's generally accepted that Jesus saves people. But the bar for salvation is so high that the vast majority of people don't reach it!"
  The pilots continued to battle in the sky. The battle dragged on. And most likely, it was staged. Given the blonde German's skill, she should have caught the Soviet aircraft with her powerful aircraft cannons long ago. Although the redhead is not so simple. But both pilots demonstrated their superior skill. And they are simply very beautiful. Their appearance is striking.
  Margarita noted:
  "It's great to be beautiful. You can sleep with whoever you want, and even get paid for it. But you know, being a high-class witch is even better. Do I really look my age? I remember I even tried on Napoleon Bonaparte, and Alexander Pushkin, and even the unforgettable, tall Peter the Great. And it was unforgettable!"
  Azazello noted:
  "For a human, you're undoubtedly a phenomenon! But for us, you're still a child! You didn't have to filter things with Ivan the Terrible, did you?"
  Margarita replied with a sigh:
  "I was still a girl when Ivan Vasilyevich died. But I had the chance to filter through Dmitry Rurikovich. And with all three Dmitrys at once. And with his self-proclaimed son, Ivan."
  Abaddon remarked:
  "For a human, you're old, but for a demon... I remember helping the Egyptians build the first pyramid in human history. And even before that, I taught them how to make fire and showed them how to make the wheel."
  Margarita whistled in surprise:
  - You, the demon of war, helped people develop?
  The Devil's servant answered confidently:
  - Of course! But only at first. So that people don't disappear completely. And something simple. Then people learned to invent such things. For example, smartphones or the hydrogen bomb. Both are miracles!
  Azazello added with a bared fang:
  "To keep the wolves fed, we must ensure that the sheep breed. It's, so to speak, an axiom. And that's why we protect humanity. Just as, for example, people are obliged to protect nature, lest they themselves disappear! And Satan, of course, gives most people a tolerable life in Hell, while for some, it's like a perpetually youthful billionaire at a resort."
  Margarita answered with a sweet look:
  - If people knew what the Universe-Hell looked like, then it"s unlikely that anyone would be able to get anyone to pay a tithe!
  Abaddon objected:
  "Not everyone in Hell lives well. Especially since there's a mafia there, and where there's a mafia, there's lawlessness. And lawlessness has its victims. So, just like on Earth, Hell has its outcasts. Some can become demons themselves, or at least devils, while others, on the contrary, fall into ruin."
  Margarita sang with feigned inspiration:
  We will dig up the whole world of violence,
  To the ground, and then...
  We will build a new, new world,
  He who was nothing will become everything!
  And the witch girl burst out laughing. It really was funny. She was, after all, Satan's daughter and the Devil's favorite. And she could live both on Earth and in the Hell-Universe. That was her nature. But in Hell, everything was too easy for her and more orderly than on the unpredictable Earth. That was where she could truly let loose. And the Underworld is just a conventional name. More accurately, we should talk about the other world, where Satan reigns supreme. And in this universe, the Devil is also the demiurge.
  Which, in its own way, is wonderful. And as they say, a lot can be invented.
  Margarita remembered the cartoon "Peter and the Wolf," where the God Demiurge's magic pencil ended up in the hands of an ordinary homeless person. And he managed to draw a lot of other things. And that was kind of amazing.
  Margarita noted:
  "I'd also like to become a demiurge. And create, for example, hybrids of a cake, a butterfly, a banana, and a bicycle!"
  Azazello noted:
  - Bravo, princess! You have an amazing imagination!
  Abaddon remarked:
  - And not only imagination, but also a sense of beauty, as Behemoth once said: - A sense of beauty!
  Margarita asked:
  - Why isn't Behemoth with us? It would be much more interesting!
  Azazello answered with a sweet look, flashing his fang:
  - He makes too much noise, and his jokes are often obscene and inappropriate!
  The witch girl sang:
  Because in terrible tension,
  I can live for another thousand...
  It was just a joke, after all.
  It was just a joke!
  Abaddon muttered:
  - You can't joke with Satan!
  Finally, the air battle was over. The formidable Focke-Wulf began to smoke and plummet. A stunning blonde parachuted. And so the score was opened: one for the USSR.
  And the new gladiator round - already tanks...
  Margarita remarked with annoyance:
  "It was a beautiful fight. But somehow the Germans are predictably losing. It would be better if everything were fair and the best man won!"
  Azazello chuckled and replied:
  - It's possible! Well, let's really do this without unnecessary political correctness!
  Abaddon declared:
  "Tiger-2" vs. IS-2 - it's going to be an epic battle! Want to see a fair fight?
  Margarita smiled and sang:
  There are eight of them and two of us,
  The layout before the fight,
  Not ours, but we will play,
  My demon, hold on,
  There is no future for us,
  But the trump cards must be leveled!
  And the witch girl snapped her bare toes. And they were so seductive and sexy. She was truly a super girl. And what she also loved was tying up a man, preferably a young and handsome one, and first giving him a good spanking with a whip. So much so that he'd be whipped unconscious. Then she'd cure the man and enjoy lovemaking with him. As they say, pain through joy.
  Margarita loved experimenting with sex. It was her credo. In fact, she even spent time in women's prisons in various countries more than once. And she, too, gained new, unforgettable experiences.
  Especially when the guards, wearing thin rubber gloves, penetrate every orifice. For Margarita, this is a supreme thrill. It's truly amazing.
  Not everyone understands how wonderful it is to experience the humiliation of a search. But the Devil's daughter craved pleasure, including forbidden ones. And she tried everything. Fortunately, she has the body of a super-witch, and with the help of powerful magic, any consequences of sin are neutralized.
  Right now she's watching another gladiatorial fight. A Soviet tank versus a German one. Hitler's monster, better known as the "King Tiger," is heavier than the IS-2, giving it an advantage in armor, especially frontal armor, and armament.
  Well, then let them fight. They have roughly the same speed; the German's greater weight is compensated for by a more powerful engine, but the Soviet vehicle has a longer range. But in a head-on fight, this is irrelevant. The German's optics, however, are superior.
  And now the crews are lined up. And these are girls too. And they are barefoot and in bikinis. Minimum clothing - maximum beauty.
  Margarita giggled and remarked, baring her pearly teeth:
  - Yes, that's great. But I'd prefer handsome young men in swimming trunks, tanned and muscular.
  Azazello and Abaddon cried out in unison:
  "We like girls better. We prefer to spank boys and fry their heels! And flaying them alive would be even cooler!"
  Margarita muttered:
  "Perverts! Although I enjoy experimenting with sex, and that's why I'm so drawn to the streets. It's great, there are so many perverts among the males, and servicing them for money is super for me, the Devil's daughter!"
  Azazello noted with a terrible smile:
  - Have sex with me, and then you'll experience the most terrifying perversions! Believe me, silly girl, I have a very sophisticated imagination!
  The witch girl asked:
  - As rich a sexual fantasy as the Marquis de Sade?
  The red-haired demon with a protruding fang in his mouth roared:
  - No! The Marquis de Sade is nowhere near me. But he was also a good writer. For example, what's missing from this writer?
  Margarita squeaked:
  "And what exactly is this greatest pervert of all time lacking? Although, I think I know the answer-high voltage!"
  Azazello laughed and replied:
  - Well, that's missing, too. But there's also robot torture. When the torture program is reproduced by a computer. That's truly incredibly cool. If you read "Lucifer's Armageddon," you'll see something similar in that blockbuster! And in the Underworld, even worse things happen, a million times cooler! Super!
  Abaddon noted:
  "You're all about torture and torment. But what about a simple war? You'll agree, that's much better. People even have games. When flamethrower tanks fire at everything, it's beautiful. It's reminiscent of a dragon's jets erupting from its mouth. And if there are many of them, the effect is simply stunning."
  Azazello noted:
  "Our lord is even better at re-enacting war. He has no equal in this regard. So games are a trifle. Or rather, perhaps even..." You can compare a war on a planetary scale to a computer monitor. Even if it's only a meter by a meter, we can still wage wars in Hell on a galaxy-wide scale!
  Margarita nodded vigorously:
  - True! You can't really say a computer will replace reality. Although, even if you play on a smartphone, it's still incredibly interesting. Even though the screen is small!
  Abaddon remarked:
  "A duel between two tanks isn't exactly an interesting spectacle! I'd rather turn on something more ambitious and cosmic."
  Satan's daughter nodded approvingly:
  - Of course, and it will be much better.
  And on the huge monitor a colossal image of a cosmic massacre flashed.
  The elves emerged from one-dimensional space like jack-in-the-boxes, popping out near each planet or moon. Small vessels-boats and destroyers-were the first to enter the fray. Behind them came the strike platforms, which, despite their impressive size, moved with indescribable grace.
  The striking power of their hypergrav beams, which rip apart all matter, and their thermoquark missiles should knock the wind out of the trolls. The missile carriers and grapplers that leaped out behind them immediately moved, unleashing a hyperplasmic vortex on the aircraft carriers, cruisers, and large transport vessels.
  The sudden attack caught the trolls off guard; overconfident, they thought the glamorous elven tribe was incapable of stinging strikes. True, the technical reconnaissance stations and unmanned observers deployed on the flanks detected something incomprehensible, but apparently mistook it for annoying interference or the eruption of a black hole, which sometimes ejected a hypergravicorona at a speed three hundred trillion times faster than light. Consequently, the massive troll fleet was caught in marching formation, quite vulnerable when the force fields are not fully activated to conserve energy while moving through multi-space.
  Volleys of hypergravity cannons and gamma cannons confused the trolls' starships, throwing them into disarray. However, their gravity cannons and gamma machine guns soon responded, liberally interspersed with the now-obsolete lasers found only on older ships. Hundreds of missiles and thousands of shells pierced the trolls' ships. Of course, some missed; anti-missiles also fired, as did volleys of thermoquark-accelerated gamma rays. Some were repelled by force fields and spatial cyber defenses. But at least a third hit their target.
  Hundreds of blinding fireballs erupted in space, then dispersed into dazzling purple and green petals. Fragments of the shattered hulls of various stations and starships scattered in a bizarre kaleidoscope, as if someone had scattered shards of glass across space. Parts of medium- and large-class ships, turning over, burned and continued to fragment and explode, flying in all directions.
  The cutters, counter-destroyers, and phytomers-heavily powered combat vessels with mega-accelerators on board-were moving at top speed. They unleashed a hurricane of fire, spitting out gouts of hyperplasm and antimatter, creating intricate pretzels, figure-eights, and triangles swirling in the vacuum. Then they darted through the enemy starships and arced around the battlefield to make a second approach. The strike platforms countermaneuvered, moving into the juncture of the clustered ships, where they began spewing gigantic fountains of annihilation from all systems. The missile carriers entered the thinned formation of troll starships, reminiscent of fallen foam, and sent out "gifts" without much risk of receiving a response.
  A hundred grapplers began to circle the enemy front counterclockwise. These state-of-the-art starships were the pride and joy of the elven fleet. High-speed, highly maneuverable, armed with eleventh-generation missiles (i.e., hypergravity boost) and modernized artillery systems, they were capable of confronting the most powerful enemy vessels. A sophisticated multi-layered defense system allowed them to survive massive fire, up to a point, of course.
  Trolls were masters of war, but unlike elves, space didn't seem their natural habitat. Nevertheless, their troops were superbly trained. Nevertheless, they were incapable of mounting an immediate response. A few precious minutes of confusion and panic were paid for by the tears of families mourning the dead. And the tears were all the more bitter because trolls, like elves, were almost universally atheists and didn't believe in heaven. True, spiritualism was fashionable, but it's understandable to be better in the flesh than in spirit.
  However, the shock quickly passed, and the sullen troll race began to respond furiously. Their commander, the galactic general, screamed terrifyingly:
  - I'll disintegrate them into photons, grind them into quarks, and trap them in black holes. Hit them immediately! Use the Dorzicks!
  The destroyers in the outer formation dropped containers with homing mines and opened fire on the boats and phytomers. The cruisers, maneuvering, fired their first salvos of missile launchers, targeting the grappling hooks and attack platforms. And the aircraft carriers opened their bellies, from which emerged entire swarms of Dorziks. These seemingly small but super-maneuverable starships, lacking inertial mass and capable of accelerating to superluminal speeds even in ordinary three-dimensional space-a difficult feat-bristled with stingers. They truly resembled bees, and not just ordinary ones, but frenzied ones possessed by tiny subspirits.
  Alfmir, being a creator, knew something about modern weapons, and sometimes, looking at them, he would remember, and so many of the world's secrets were revealed. But naturally, he couldn't remember everything about the sextillions of planets and worlds within the universe he had created. Moreover, even the most perfect psyche couldn't withstand such a strain.
  The Dorziks were unmanned ships, controlled from aircraft carriers via a narrow-beam gravo-channel. The pilots weren't trolls, but rather psychotropically infused Charofazans, semi-intelligent, ape-like creatures with paranormal abilities and phenomenal reflexes. These creatures' weakness was extreme sensitivity to radiation, temperature fluctuations, and gravitational fluctuations. Therefore, using them as pilots was out of the question. But sitting in virtual cockpits and watching the battle from twenty-four screens simultaneously, they controlled the Dorziks using mental impulses.
  The absence of trolls as pilots made it possible to reduce the starship's size, increase its speed and maneuverability, and increase its ammunition capacity. But the most important advantage was that it eliminated the need for a bulky antigravity system, which was designed to compensate for the ships' sudden acceleration and deceleration, preventing the fragile pilot from being crushed. In that case, the body would be reduced to a pulp. Consider the g-forces the body experiences at an acceleration of just a hundred G's, and here we're talking billions-not a single intact molecule would remain. However, for the starship itself to survive, an antigravity system is also necessary, but a weaker, cruder, and more compact one.
  The Dorzik was equipped with a gamma machine gun, a twin laser cannon, and four missile launchers, naturally equipped with a gravity radar for targeting. When a Dorzik failed, another one immediately took its place, and they simply poured out of the carrier's belly. Furthermore, a single Charofazan, with its multilayered mind, could control a dozen ships at once. Therefore, if one was lost, it would immediately switch to another. The psyche of a human, a troll, or an elf would struggle to withstand such a strain, but a Charofazan could utilize its brain at full capacity.
  The pilots of the boats and phytomers immediately felt the power of the enemy invention.
  The nimble starships too often jumped off even the most sophisticated sights based on the principle of gravity-photon interaction, fired accurately from cannons and machine guns, and launched missiles from minimal range, which greatly complicated anti-missile maneuvers and did not give time to use interceptor missiles.
  The mobile minefields spewed by the station also posed a threat. They even resembled sharks with their bloodthirsty instincts. A gravity radar with a friend-or-foe identification system identified the prey. Then, the frenzied pack pounced on it. The force fields burst from overload, making it virtually impossible to escape such a vast torpedo net. However, considering that up to 150 mines were expended on a single target, this was quite wasteful.
  The plasma hurricane grew, the troll cruisers launched more and more missiles, the emitters in turn sent false signals, trying to disrupt the guidance system.
  Only seven minutes had passed since the start of the battle, and it already seemed as if a fiery hell had burst forth from another dimension, and billions of demons and devils had staged an orgy of dancing, turning this section of space upside down.
  Blinding, brilliant salvoes of laser and hyperplasma weapons, misty lilac, orange, yellow, and pink clouds of protective fields trembling with overload. Glittering lines of projectiles could be seen piercing them, and suddenly, gamma radiation with a guiding backlight became visible. Exploded starships blossomed like miniature supernovae, and fighters, boats, phytomers, and dorziks flickered like sunbeams children play with. Even Alfmir was astonished, especially since the magical tray displayed everything in full size and color, magnifying the image many times from different angles. This created a stereoscopic effect, and even Amilena was so absorbed that she didn't notice Alfmir placing his hand on her head and massaging her neck. A shudder ran through her body as the two cruisers collided, creating a gigantic display of fireworks.
  "You are dear to me," her lips whispered.
  Alongside the battle, an image of the imposing General Kitu appeared on the screen. It was clear he was watching the fight with growing anxiety. His opponent, like a seasoned boxer who had taken a punch and was left hanging on the ropes, managed to push himself away and regain his composure, forgetting his headache and aching jaw. He not only evened the fight but also went on the offensive, unleashing his heavy blows. The trolls, a militaristic race, were practically as well-armed as the elves, and their drones simply overwhelmed small aircraft with their impressive presence. The general noted that this was the first time they had used such a weapon, meaning they had managed to conceal the innovation. No matter, specialists would study everything and find ways to counter it.
  "I order the grapplers to flank us, using a photo-ion curtain," the general commanded.
  The powerful starships were indeed able to deceive the trolls when they deployed the curtain; they thought they saw thousands of new, enormous ships appearing in the sky, threatening to crush them. The enemy's ranks broke, and the elves launched a counterattack again. Fifty large troll starships were disabled.
  - Well, it was a shame we didn"t hit the enemy with all our forces, they have too much numerical superiority.
  An elf wearing dark glasses and a colonel's epaulettes replied:
  "And if it was a trap, we wouldn't have anything to cover it with. Besides, the trolls aren't that slow; they'll come to their senses soon, and we'll be in trouble again."
  "Don't say nasty things, bad prophecies have a habit of coming true!" Kitu cut him off.
  - Be that as it may, we must be prepared to retreat, otherwise the enemy will surround us and besiege us according to all the rules of military art - quantity will turn into quality.
  - Then we'll beat the mad mongrel a little more, and then we'll go into one-dimensional space.
  "Yes, I wanted to say something else here, because we didn't manage to install the new miracle engines on all the starships, which means we still couldn't hit with full force," the colonel said.
  - That's little consolation.
  Although the elves were speaking so rapidly that the human ear could barely discern their words, the space battle shifted again. The trolls, grouping together, slashed at the center. Kitu saw the elven cruiser come under attack from ten powerful vessels at once, including a massive ultra-battleship. The terrifying salvos tore the starship to shreds.
  - Don't stand there, the guy stood up.
  The computer reduced the intensity of the transmitted radiation to a safe level, but my eyes still involuntarily squinted. The muscles in my cheekbones tensed for a moment on my childishly smooth face.
  "The price of this war is too high! We are paying a generous tribute to universal evil."
  - War is the best proof that there is no God; he would have intervened in such a mess and stopped the lawlessness.
  After these words, Alfmir felt ashamed. He really was nearly omnipotent and could end all wars by forbidding sentient beings from even considering violence. He could, of course, do anything, at least in his own universe, but...
  The most important achievement of intelligent beings is free will, and he has no right to turn them into obedient and controllable biorobots. On the other hand, what are the angels doing? Their job is to reconcile species and individuals, to foster progress, and to prevent evil from taking root. True, they have split and can no longer maintain harmony and happiness as before. So what should he do? Wait for reason to prevail and for the heavenly host to come to its senses, or intervene, perhaps even punishing some, or even annihilating them altogether? No, he won't do the latter; even the most perverted reason deserves to exist forever. And he will give anyone a chance, even someone like Cagliostro or the Archangel Yarophon.
  "My children will never die!" Alfmir whispered. "And I don't need worship or prayers, the main thing is to see them happy."
  The stellar cannonade raged and escalated. The grapplers, reaching maximum speed, continued to clamp down on the enemy fleet, darting sideways as they did so-thermokhark bombs, each carrying several billion Hiroshimas, continually detonated between them. Naturally, no force field, no metal, no matter how strong, could withstand a direct hit. Defense systems deployed dozens of decoys, and special weapons released capsules of gas that distorted the trajectory of lasers, causing premature detonation of annihilation missiles, and weakening the effects of gamma radiation. The troll ships were also on the alert, with increasingly more thermal, electronic, and even gravity traps flying through space. Indeed, gravity weapons, which ruptured metal, twisted structures, and caused detonations, were the most dangerous. A gravity trap could weaken or disrupt the guidance radar of missiles, torpedoes, and mines. Several starships, having received gravitational damage, deviated towards the white dwarf and began to fall towards this extinguished sun with colossal density and gravity.
  CHAPTER No 3.
  The grapplers, having reformed, unleashed their fire on the enemy's largest ships, the ultra-battleships. These mastodons, each large enough to contain an entire city, boasted a powerful weapons system and, of course, a formidable force field. They used concentrated fire from their grav-cannons, which were much harder to deflect with a force field. They could also attempt to at least partially damage the generators. If they were lucky, a terrifying thermoquark bomb could be detonated. The grapplers were daring; to maximize the effectiveness of their grav-cannons, they had to close the distance, which was fraught with enormous risk. One of them exploded, flaring up in a plume of annihilation, then another.
  "Maybe we shouldn"t take such risks?" said the colonel.
  - No, my friend, we need to destroy at least a couple of them. These barbaric machines are capable of bombarding planets from a very long distance, which means that when they approach densely populated worlds...
  - I understand that they will be the hardest to destroy, or to keep at a safe distance when the main forces converge.
  "So go ahead! And let them get even closer. The ultra-battleship is specifically designed to crush the enemy without any risk."
  The strike platforms, on the other hand, drifted at maximum distance from the enemy; the specific nature of their armament made this tactic optimal, firing at cruisers and transports carrying landing troops. Due to a misunderstanding, someone deployed vessels filled with combat robots, trolls, and their allies from among the conquered races into the battle line. Although inferior in maneuverability and armament to conventional starships, the transports had decent protection, but six of them still exploded, and two more were seriously damaged. Considering each one carried over one and a half million combat units, this is a significant loss.
  The trolls, however, quickly learned from their mistakes; their volleys increasingly reached the platforms, and the Dorziks broke through, slipping through the sieve of explosions, inflicting painful blows and even ramming them. However, when you're not risking your own life, it's easy to be brave.
  "Look, it looks like the ultra-battleship is splitting apart," the colonel shouted.
  Indeed, the grapplers, having come extremely close, managed to damage the generators and then inserted a thermoquark bomb into the breach. Now one of the stellar giants has ceased to exist.
  "Let's all get together on the second one, hit with concentration, don't spread yourself too thin," he shouted into the encrypted channel to Keith.
  They clearly heard him, and the grapplers closed in even closer, almost touching the force field, all the while maneuvering and dropping their traps. One of them exploded immediately, but the other ultra-battleship, with a crew of a million, began to fall apart.
  - Well done! - said the elf general. - We can add a third one.
  The Galaxy General himself was on one of the Ultra-Battleships. Seeing his beloved pets failing, he howled:
  - Immediately assemble all forces at the strike force, destroy all grappling hooks! And deploy the drones immediately!
  While he was yelling, the third ultra-cruiser sustained heavy damage. It managed to carry away three of its attackers, though, and then lurched forward so hard that the grapplers barely managed to bounce back.
  The ultra-cruisers began to retreat and regroup. Yet the elves refused to give in; they pressed furiously, rushing after the enemy, their starships forming a hammer-like formation. However, defeating the well-coordinated formation of such powerful starships was no easy task; losses mounted sharply, and the cruisers entered the fray. Seven grapplers were shot down one after another. However, another ultra-cruiser sustained serious damage and was engulfed in flames. Now the elves were forced to retreat, and the trolls finally found the right tactics, trying to maximize their numerical advantage.
  At some point, all the small elf ships pulled back and began to cover the platforms from the Dorziks' attacks.
  "Our troops have lost the initiative," Kitu stated.
  - Then we need to sound the retreat!
  "I declare a redeployment!" the general barked. His young face expressed a mixture of satisfaction and regret. The outcome of the battle could be interpreted in various ways.
  The maneuver, delicately named "redeployment," had been long rehearsed and repeatedly used in combat encounters and virtual exercises. Naturally, it was conducted in an orderly and swift manner. The entry into one-dimensional space began with a preliminary acceleration, first the larger vessels, then the smaller ones. Those covering the retreat were taking a significant risk, but the trolls, apparently suspecting a cunning trap, did not press hard, limiting themselves to long-range fire. Finally, the elves entered multi-dimensional space, becoming untouchable.
  "How much did this cost us?" General Kitu asked his deputy with a frown as the fleet successfully passed the black hole, gliding along the orbit of a giant gas clot so dense that it created its own gravitational field.
  "A decent number! Over four hundred small ships were lost, and over a thousand fighters. Fifteen strike platforms were lost, with another ten requiring major repairs. Twenty grappling vessels were lost, with three more requiring repairs. Thirty-two cruisers, nineteen missile carriers, six heavily damaged, not counting tracking stations, reconnaissance robots, and minor damage."
  - Did you let the trolls have any blood?
  - It's hard to calculate exactly, but about three times more than ours, if you take into account the large starships, in addition, twelve transports and three superships, ultra-battleships, were shot down, and one, it seems, is so damaged that they will have to send it to the rear at best.
  "Well, we certainly won't be demoted for this, but I'm not so sure about the reward. Basically, we were lucky the enemy wasn't prepared. They'll be much more cautious in the next battle."
  - Conclusion?
  - The chances are approximately equal, and the computer will give us a more detailed breakdown.
  - So upload the summary information.
  A minute later the computer reported:
  - The chances of the parties, with optimal behavior on both sides, are as follows: troll victory seventy-two percent, elves victory twenty-one percent, draw seven percent.
  - Not enough! - The general's face suddenly fell.
  - Optimal behavior is unlikely, give a forecast taking into account what the enemy has demonstrated in terms of control capabilities and what we are like.
  The computer calculated half a minute more and returned:
  The trolls have a forty-four percent chance of winning, the elves have a forty-five percent chance, and an eleven percent draw.
  "So that means we're in the lead, at least by a single point. That's already better," the general said.
  The movie stopped. Abaddon noted:
  - We've seen enough, it's time to save humanity! We've already slowed down so much.
  Margarita agreed:
  - There's no more time to delay. As Vladimir Ilyich said, delay is like death!
  And the girl snapped her bare toes, and a jet-powered drone appeared in front of them - a very serious weapon.
  Azazello noted:
  "But time moves differently here. You can squeeze a year into a single minute on Earth. And vice versa, speed it up. So, princess, don't worry, everything will be fine. And magic is stronger than any drone!"
  The Devil's Daughter remarked with a smile:
  "And technomagic is more powerful than ordinary magic, or technology. We must understand this and live by it."
  Abaddon objected:
  "Not just by convention. But also by the laws given to us by Messir, the lord of the dark forces!"
  And both demons muttered incantations. And a large book appeared, bearing a five-pointed star, studded with precious stones sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow. It was extraordinarily beautiful, and its pages were pure gold!
  Then Margarita remembered something and asked:
  - And who is Alfmir?
  Abaddon chuckled and asked with visible surprise:
  - And you, the daughter of Satan, don"t know this?
  The honey-haired blonde girl said:
  - I think I have a guess, this is one of my father"s names!
  Azazello nodded:
  - True, oh greatest of queens! For Messire has many faces. And therein lies his strength.
  Margarita remarked with a smile:
  - And the Almighty has many faces... What is the similarity!
  Abaddon replied:
  - Yes... But Messire is far more tolerant of sin than God. That's the difference. And while the Almighty wants to throw all sinners into the lake of fire, Satan believes people should have freedom of choice. Including the freedom to do wrong!
  Messire's daughter remarked:
  - What about the fact that God is love?
  Azazello chuckled and replied:
  - But doesn"t the Bible say that the Almighty punishes those He loves, and sometimes disproportionately!
  Margarita replied:
  - So let's drink to being loved without punishment!
  Abaddon remarked angrily:
  - The book has already been opened, now it"s time to cast a spell so that we can temporarily gain colossal magical power!
  Satan's daughter chirped:
  The power of magic is certainly great,
  We are capable of conquering space...
  We will rule the whole universe for centuries,
  It's not too late to become perfect!
  And the girl stamped her graceful foot. And the book's pages began to glow, and a rainbow of colors emanated from it. It was a truly mesmerizing sight.
  And these rays began to caress Satan's daughter Margarita, and Abaddon, and Azazello. And the girl with the two demons absorbed an unprecedented power.
  Although it's clear this is only temporary, and everything needs to be done quickly. Carrying too much magical energy around for too long is dangerous. Only Lucifer himself can afford this: the fullness of wisdom, the seal of perfection, the crown of beauty!
  That is why Satan"s power over all demons, devils, fallen angels, devils, wood goblins, koshcheis, and pagan gods is so great.
  Although Margarita knew it, the Devil had attempted to accelerate his ascendancy over the dark forces. But within the realms of Hell, located at the center of the Earth, vast due to its many hidden and compact dimensions, Satan wields omnipotence. And the souls of sinners receive their bodies from Lucifer in the Hell-Universe. Consequently, His power is unquestioned. But only for a time, until Christ comes.
  And after this, all sinners and rebellious angels, along with the entire Hell-universe, will be cast into the lake of fire and brimstone. This is why Satan prevents humanity from perishing, yet simultaneously prevents it from uniting. This is why so many empires immediately arose on planet Earth. But they all collapsed. And not a single country became a unified, global hegemon.
  Persia was a great empire, and Alexander the Great subjugated it. Had Alexander lived seventy-two years, like Genghis Khan, instead of thirty-two, he might have created a global empire. But he wasn't destined for this, and it fell apart. Only the Roman Empire lasted long enough, especially if you count the Byzantine Empire.
  Margarita felt herself overwhelmed by power. Such powerful magic. It seemed to permeate every cell of her. It's clear that Satan wants to delay the second coming of Christ at any cost. After all, Jesus won't come just like that. The events described in the Book of Revelation must facilitate this. Specifically, the emergence of a unified political, military, and economic power between the Beast and the False Prophet, his instrument.
  And there must be a single mark of the beast upon all of humanity. Some unknown sign of the Antichrist. The number six hundred and sixty-six is a human number and allows for many different interpretations and construals. Indeed, the number six hundred and sixty-six was also found in the title of the Pope, the Vicar of the Son of God.
  They've adjusted this number to fit Napoleon, Hitler, Nero, Genghis Khan, and even Charlemagne and Tamerlane. They've even tried to fit Stalin, as well as the King of the North from the Book of Daniel's prophecies and the revelations of John.
  There are many interpretations... There is no consensus, and the versions are countless. But it is clear that this is something unified over the entire planet.
  And so Satan strives to make the world multipolar. And he prevents large empires from developing. Just as Genghis Khan's empire collapsed, so did Timur's empire immediately after Tamerlane's death. Just as the USSR-also a powerful empire aspiring to global domination-collapsed, and the largest colonial empire in human history, the British Empire, crumbled. When the United States became dominant in the world, troubles befell them, whether it was the attack on the Twin Towers or the less-than-successful wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. China also began to rise sharply.
  And then, when China gained strength, India rose sharply, so that once again there would not be a single superpower in the world!
  Russia, too, gained momentum in the early twenty-first century, but its attempt to annex Ukraine resulted in a protracted and bloody war that continues to this day. It has already cost Russia hundreds of thousands of dead soldiers and officers and tens of trillions of rubles in expenses. And there's no end in sight.
  Indeed, the revival of the USSR is clearly not part of Satan's plans. Neither is the idea of establishing a global hegemony.
  Trump's dream: dividing the planet Earth between the US, Russia, and China. But first, there's also India, which has already overtaken China in population, is growing faster economically, and has nuclear potential, which is also rapidly developing. And second, they haven't been able to reach an agreement yet.
  As the late General Lebed said: two birds cannot live in the same den! Only one must remain.
  So Satan works and drives the various powers apart. As long as the world is multipolar, neither the Devil nor his Universe, where Hell resides, are in any danger. And there are some things better in Hell than on Earth. For example, the bodies of sinners are eternally young and beautiful. Because Satan, too, is disgusted by old age. And making the flesh eternally youthful is a piece of cake for Lucifer in Hell.
  Descend, and you're in the Devil's Kingdom, which isn't so bad. Earth is more like hell, especially where there's war or natural disasters. And the old men and women are downright disgusting to look at.
  Margarita has amassed magical energy and demonic power to the brim, just like the demons Abaddon and Azazello. Now she can head straight to the computer center, where the artificial intelligence is preparing to make the fateful decision to launch a nuclear war and destroy humanity. Like, why does it need humans? They're just in the way!
  Margarita noted with a smile:
  "I don't think Jesus himself really wants to come. After all, the constant struggle between people and countries is so interesting!"
  Abaddon nodded and confirmed:
  War is the best entertainment and the worst relaxation! Although, personally, I relax in it! But for people, it's a very exhausting state. Unless, of course, we're talking about war in computer games, especially strategy games.
  Azazello chuckled and noted:
  There is nothing more boring in the world,
  Where peace and grace reign...
  How hateful is the calm,
  It is better to fight and win battles!
  The triumvirate of hardened villains, who had set themselves the noble goal of saving humanity from destruction, were making their final preparations.
  Satan's favorite servant, Gella, a fiery-red vampire girl, appeared. She was naked, as usual, but her body was magnificent and muscular. Her abs were tiled, and her skin was no longer so pale-it had already acquired a nice tan. She had been decapitated, and for a long time, an ugly scar adorned her neck. But now it had almost disappeared. The vampire girl bathed in a healing spring of living water.
  Well, there are healing powers in Hell too.
  She gave three raisins to each member of the strike team. The raisins were seedless, but they still possessed colossal power.
  And Azazello, and Abaddon, and Margarita began to glow with some special aura.
  Gella bowed and noted with a smile:
  - And now, the greatest witch in the history of mankind, sing the song of the true daughter of the Devil!
  Margarita smiled and replied:
  - Is this what you still want? Maybe it's time to speak out?
  Gella objected:
  - No! The song is necessary for the full activation of the magical and satanic powers. And after that, you can perform!
  Margarita angrily stamped her bare, slender foot and began to sing in her full-bodied, beautiful voice, which any prima donna would envy:
  I am the daughter of Lucifer, the evil God,
  I create chaos and sow destruction...
  My greatness cannot be overcome,
  Only furious vengeance burns in my soul!
  
  As a child, the girl wanted goodness,
  She wrote poetry and fed cats...
  I got up early in the morning,
  The wings of cherubs fluttered above her!
  
  But now I know what evil is,
  What in this world makes one unhappy...
  And what is good, you tell me?
  I fell passionately in love with destruction!
  
  And she showed her girlish ardor,
  That she became God's sparkling daughter...
  We will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  We will show our strength in a very powerful way!
  
  Father Great this Lucifer,
  He brings chaos and war into the universe...
  You pray to Svarog, the God of the spheres,
  In fact, you get your reward!
  
  Well, I said, God save us,
  Let anger boil in your heart...
  Let's build happiness, I believe, on blood,
  Let your womb be filled to the brim!
  
  I love cunning, meanness and deception,
  How to fool Stalin the tyrant...
  It won't be possible to expose it to shame,
  And how much fog there is in that world!
  
  Here she suggested making a strong move,
  Destroy the evil ones with one blow...
  But the Fire-Bearing God fell in love,
  In all matters, both these and those beyond the grave!
  
  How I found myself accustomed to evil,
  And in my heart, fury was burning madly...
  The desire for joy and goodness has disappeared,
  Only anger penetrated from the pedestal!
  
  And what about Stalin, he is also evil,
  As for Hitler, there's no point in talking about him...
  Genghis Khan was such a cool bandit,
  And how many souls he managed to cripple!
  
  So I say, why keep good,
  If there is not the slightest self-interest in it...
  When you are a woodpecker, your mind is a chisel,
  And vanished when the fool and thoughts!
  
  This is what I say to myself and to others,
  Serve the force like black ink...
  Then we will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  Waves will scatter across the universe!
  
  We will make evil so strong,
  It will give immortality to rage,
  Those who are weak in spirit have already been blown away,
  And we are the strongest, and believe in this, people!
  
  In short, we will become stronger than everyone everywhere,
  Let us raise the sword of blood over the universe...
  And our rage will be with her too,
  Let us receive a calling full of destiny!
  
  In short, I am faithful to Lucifer,
  I serve this dark force with all my heart...
  My soul is like the wings of an eagle,
  Those who are with the Black God are invincible!
  Margarita sang so passionately and expressively, tapping her graceful, bare feet. And Gella, the vampire girl, danced along, too. And both girls are very beautiful. But Margarita is still so special and unique!
  There is not just beauty in her, but something devilishly seductive.
  Azazello noted with a menacing look:
  - Well, now we're ready! And now...
  Abaddon interrupted:
  - The parade will be commanded by the lord's daughter!
  Gella bowed, then knelt down and kissed the bare foot of the Princess of Hell, exclaiming:
  - Our king, messenger of heaven,
  Our king is like a ghostly demon...
  Our king, the chosen one of destiny,
  Our king, it is only you!
  Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!
  Margarita stamped her bare foot angrily and shouted in her thunderous voice:
  Enough of this idle chatter,
  Hell needs to perform!
  And the trinity, at the Devil's daughter's command, took off. And they took off, effortlessly surmounting the earth. And they flew on, untroubled by any obstacles.
  Azazello noted with a smile:
  "Or maybe it's easier to just blow up the computers with annihilation bombs. That'll only leave a crater!"
  Margarita objected:
  - Then there will definitely be a nuclear war. The systems could trigger automatically!
  Abaddon answered with a chuckle and a terrifying smile:
  - And we will act intelligently!
  Azazello sang with fury:
  What an opponent, there is no better one,
  You fall, and he doesn"t finish you off!
  You stab me in the back and don't expect an answer,
  Intelligent, intelligent, intelligent!
  Margarita responded logically:
  If the fortress is on the way,
  The enemy has lined up...
  We need to go around from the rear,
  Take her without firing a shot!
  And the daughter of the almost omnipotent Devil burst out laughing. Indeed, she needed to tread carefully. Specifically, not burn the computers, but fix the artificial intelligence program. The only problem was, burning a computer was easier than fixing it.
  Just as any fool can break a tree branch, but only a great master can repair it.
  Margarita recalled how Bulgakov ended up in Hell. He wasn't surprised, noting that he fully expected that people, having given up the ghost, don't die completely. In response, Behemoth the cat poured a whole bucket of champagne on him and remarked that now Mishka, as he called Bulgakov, would have a happy life.
  Yes, it's funny. Bulgakov got a new body and a castle with phantom servants. He and his girlfriend were there, and other writers were gathering to feast. Among them were Dumas, Jules Verne, and Homer, the latter, incidentally, being very pleased with the fact that Tartarus was a much more cheerful and bright place than the ancient Greeks thought. And Pythagoras admitted he was wrong to believe that the souls of the dead could inhabit animals.
  And Voltaire is a real sweetheart. He uttered a wonderful aphorism: "If Hell didn't exist, it would have to be invented!"
  Another writer and philosopher, Yuri Petukhov, asked a very reasonable question: "If Hell is not a punishment, but another universe and a continuation of the old life of the soul in a new body, then what about the Bible and the unquenchable fire?"
  But the point is that Hell and the fiery Gehenna are not the same thing. It's written in Isaiah: "Tophet is already prepared for the wicked, and much fire and brimstone is stored up in it. The wrath of Jehovah will ignite it." This means that Hell isn't currently burning, and after death, people lead the existence Satan desires. But that's after the Second Coming.
  As Scripture says, death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. And they will be tormented day and night, forever and ever. So, here's the paradox: Satan and sinners don't need the end of the world. And who isn't a sinner? The bar for salvation is so high that Hell is full of people who were considered righteous in life. So, naturally, Margarita saves, or at least reprieves, the torment of billions of people, demons, devils, fairies, fauns, elves, and others.
  That is, it plays a positive role. After all, Hell is full of children. Firstly, all unbaptized children go to Hell; secondly, if a child is spoiled, or has bad thoughts, deeds, and actions. All of this is subject to punishment. So try to avoid Hell.
  It is not for nothing that in one Gospel, although not canonical, but not at all false, there is a phrase of Jesus Christ, the incarnate God-Son: - Out of a thousand, I will choose one!
  So judge how many people, in the event of the end of the world, will be tormented day and night in the lake of fire and sulfur.
  And among those who will be saved, the situation is also not so clear-cut. They will serve and glorify God forever. But will they have pleasures, enjoyments, and entertainment?
  Maybe in the next life we won't even be able to watch TV. Well, movies on plus eighteen will definitely be unavailable. And plus sixteen, or even plus twelve. And how is the next world completely without sin?
  That's boring, too. Without crime, there would be no detective stories. And even children's cartoons can't do without villains-otherwise, it's not interesting!
  And if there is no evil, then how can goodness develop and improve without struggle? It's only a matter of becoming fat and brutal.
  Margarita therefore disagreed with God, who was too intolerant of sin. As the saying goes, even making love outside of marriage is forbidden. But one man is definitely tiresome. Just like one woman.
  Moreover, people on Earth still age. And an old man wants love with a young girl, or an old woman with a guy. How can you not understand people like that? She herself is so loving, it's just creepy. And people like her are called shlikhs-it's offensive!
  Is it really impossible to love different men? She personally loved variety and couldn't stand constancy. Although, I think there was a sing-along in one movie: "And a woman needs a legal marriage so she can love no more than one, no more than one!" And this, it must be said, doesn't suit her.
  CHAPTER No 4.
  A veritable underground city, home to artificial intelligence on multiple carriers. And it's full of combat robots and guards. Although it seemed impossible to penetrate from the surface.
  An entire underground metropolis has been dug beneath Moscow. Digging began back in the time of Ivan the Terrible, and perhaps even earlier, during the reign of Ivan III. Later, the tsars dug deeper and deeper. But its true heyday was under Stalin, and especially in the post-war period, when it was necessary to shelter from the atomic bomb.
  And they dug very actively. Under Putin, the work intensified, as the threat of nuclear war had grown exponentially. No expense was spared. A powerful nuclear command post was established. And the Chinese-made program threatened to launch a nuclear strike to rid the Earth of humans, who were annoying and only hindering robots and cybernetics.
  And what bits of information are going on there, the devil himself can"t figure out... Or, if he does figure it out, it will be the devil himself.
  Margararita launched a cuttlefish worm via radio. It first entered the combat robots' network and began rapidly multiplying.
  The girl did so carefully, her bare toes clicking on her chiseled, graceful feet. The sorceress and daughter of the devil was transmitting lethal information. The warrior and sorceress, possessing technical skills, was launching a special kind of worm that left no trace but took control of cybernetic brains. And they crawled and spread, rapidly occupying the entire security system.
  But there were also living special forces soldiers. Well, they could be put to sleep with magic, or even reprogrammed. And Margarita excelled at this. She was such a feisty and intelligent girl. And experienced, she was already centuries old. Since the time of Ivan the Terrible. And yet, young and pretty, like an angel.
  And now her bare feet have done something again. And the security is disabled. And now we can get to work on the artificial intelligence. And it's really possible to just go and demagnetize it.
  Azazello noted:
  - People aren't so stupid and primitive after all. Look at all the things they've done!
  Abaddon agreed:
  -They are progressing rapidly in the field of military technologies, but not so much in medicine.
  Margarita dropped a small needle with a paralyzing solution with her bare toes and disabled the programmer operator who was attempting to manipulate her. The human guards saw neither the demons nor the Devil's daughter. But the robots were already infected, and their perception was severely dulled, as if they'd been struck in the electronic brain with a club.
  And the needle flew again, and it was tiny and practically invisible. The satanic trinity worked precisely and harmoniously. And now, it seemed, everything was going according to plan.
  Margarita took up the artificial intelligence directly. She began introducing corrective commands. This was done, firstly, to make it safe, but also, secondly, to discredit the artificial intelligence, preventing it from being used in the future to control nuclear potential.
  Because in the future, problems may arise with Chinese software products.
  It was not for nothing that Balda said to the priest: "You shouldn"t chase after cheapness, priest!"
  And so the Devil's daughter began to change the parameters. Megabytes and gigabytes of information began to flow. They moved like molecules in a corridor. And every now and then they collided and stirred, causing bursts of the matrix fabric. Now that was truly iridescent.
  Azazello noted, flashing his fang:
  - Filigree work!
  Margarita answered with a smile:
  - Yes, we will finish it all!
  And she continued to send out bits of information and energy from her long fingernails and bare toes. Now that was a truly combat-ready program.
  Abaddon sent a barely audible impulse:
  - Be careful not to raise the alarm.
  Azazello confirmed:
  - Yuri Petukhov is dangerous even for us with such a magical charge.
  Margarita giggled and noted, stamping her bare, tanned, muscular, graceful foot:
  - Who's that guy? I'll definitely meet him!
  Abaddon chuckled and noted:
  - I, a demon of war, but at the same time I have saved humanity so many times...
  Margarita nodded in agreement. The demons really did operate systematically. They'd allow this or that empire to rise, then slow it down and bring it down.
  This was their constant process. Genghis Khan asked Satan to make him immortal. And Lucifer allowed Genghis Khan to live for seventy-two years-forty years longer than Alexander the Great. But then he still said, "Enough!" After which, the collapse of the Mongol Empire became inevitable. After all, sons and grandsons began dividing up the inheritance. And fragmenting their power...
  And in all large empires, as they expanded, the problem arose of how to govern them when they spread over such great distances?
  But as science and technology developed, it naturally became easier to control large areas. For example, railways were built in Tsarist Russia. And the demons, for a time, allowed the Romanov Empire to rise. But then they ensured that the war with Japan was lost. And a crisis began in Russia.
  True, there was an upswing in the USSR under Stalin, but that didn't last long. It was a rollercoaster ride, up and down. But no power has ever achieved lasting hegemony. And perhaps that's why the attempt to revive the Russian Empire resulted in such a bloody war in Ukraine, and even pro-Russian Trump couldn't help. Although, of course, it's obvious that the USSR couldn't be restored by force!
  God rarely intervenes in Earthly affairs, especially now. But if there is a nuclear war, then of course the plagues described in the Book of Revelation will occur. And then things will be bad for humanity.
  And even the righteous will have little joy, since they will become absolute slaves of God, like a concentration camp in the forget-me-nots. And this, of course, is not the bliss they dream of!
  But Hell is fun, with a rich entertainment industry that becomes more diverse and exciting every year. Scientific and technological progress doesn't stand still even in Hell. After all, practically all the world's scientists are there. Newton, for not believing in the Trinity, and Einstein, for believing in cosmic intelligence, and others are among them. Leo Tolstoy, for not believing that Jesus Christ was God, is also in Hell. Quite a wealthy bunch there.
  Voltaire even wittily noted: "I was right about the society in Hell, but fortunately I was also wrong about the climate - it"s lovely here!"
  That's how it worked in this universe. Where Satan the Creator was, things worked out well.
  By the way, Messire really doesn't like being called the Devil. The thing is, the word "Devil" is translated from Greek as "slanderer," and who likes that definition? Moreover, it's unfair. For Lucifer doesn't slander anyone. He always speaks the truth. And there's no point in slandering before the All-Seeing and Almighty God. And before those who are subject to Satan, stooping to slander is pointless and foolish.
  Margarita effectively completed programming and switching the artificial intelligence to safe mode, making the process of self-erasing and failure irreversible.
  Azazello noted with a smile:
  - Clean job!
  The sorceress girl sang:
  Master, I have no shame,
  As always, it's done very cleanly here...
  The devil can be an artist,
  Respect talent, respect talent,
  Respect talent, gentlemen!
  Here Abaddon gurgled:
  - I sense a tsunami approaching! Looks like the interference has been detected after all!
  Margarita winced and noted:
  "I also sense something unusual with my mental vision. And it could be dangerous for us."
  Azazello muttered:
  - Maybe we should give battle? We have a lot of magical power!
  Abaddon remarked:
  "We're strong enough to fight the special forces. But Yuri Petukhov himself is there... Archangel Michael's godson."
  Margarita giggled and replied:
  - I would like to see him!
  And the girl snapped her bare toes, which caused a wondrous transformation of artificial intelligence. And then the computers started sparking, thousands of components, hard drives, and everything in between. And the destruction of nuclear control began.
  Abaddon cried out:
  - You're something else! This is too much!
  Margarita answered with a smile:
  "We'll do the same to the Chinese and the Americans. Then, for at least an entire generation, they won't trust their potential to artificial intelligence!"
  Azazello noted, shaking his fang:
  - That's smart!
  Abaddon exclaimed:
  - Here they come! Now there's no avoiding a fight!
  Russian anti-demonic special forces soldiers, wearing combat suits and carrying backpacks, began rushing into the bunker. The soldiers were tall, broad-shouldered, and armed with weapons, like something out of a comic book. Their faces were covered by helmets with reflective lenses.
  One of the figures was smaller than the others-about six feet tall, maybe a little taller. And from it, Margarita sensed both a frantic, powerful energy and, at the same time, a terrible threat.
  And she said:
  - Let's send out false phantoms, and then we'll leave!
  Azazello asked:
  - Is this an order?
  Satan's Daughter confirmed:
  - Yes, it is an order! And it must be carried out immediately!
  Abaddon nodded:
  - Maybe she's right - let's leave!
  And the demons simultaneously released their phantoms. And from all sides, soldiers with machine guns rushed at the demonic special forces soldiers. They fired aggressively in multicolored bursts.
  The special forces responded. A serious firefight ensued. And there were casualties, as the phantoms' shots aren't entirely intangible and can actually cause real burns.
  And the triumvirate of Satan's servants and children was truly leaving. And Margarita's bare heels were still flashing.
  The beautiful girl's feet were pink and sparkled like polished bronze. They didn't get dirty; dirt and dust didn't cling to them. And yet, the curve of her bare heel was unusually graceful, and she was so seductive, strong, and beautiful, and her muscles rippled like ripples on water.
  And a multitude of phantoms of exactly these tanned girls with bronze skin, sculpted muscles, abs like slabs and gold leaf-colored hair fluttering like the flame of a torch appeared.
  And these phantom girls began to attack the special forces. And these gorgeous girls, wearing only thin panties, were releasing pulsars from their scarlet nipples the color of overripe strawberries. And how beautiful and seductive it was. It's hard to imagine a more incomparable sight.
  It's amazing how the men from the anti-demons special forces started going crazy and shooting at each other. And immediately, some of them were wounded and maimed. And it was quite bloody. And scarlet and red-brown fountains sprayed out.
  Azazello noted, flashing his fang:
  - You did them cleverly!
  Abaddon noted:
  - We can turn around and hit them like that, causing a miniature Armageddon!
  Margarita giggled and noted:
  - That's exactly what I want!
  The phantom warriors began to unleash lightning bolts and fiery pulsars from their ruby nipples. These bolts of energy inflicted terrible burns and injuries on the special forces soldiers.
  Suddenly, the smallest special forces soldier raised his hands and removed his helmet. Suddenly, the youthful face of a young man no older than sixteen appeared, so sweet, smooth, and pure that one could mistake him for an angel or a pretty girl. Plus, his hair was light golden and quite long.
  Flashing his pearly teeth, the young man whistled. And then, the numerous phantom female terminators vanished at once. They melted into thin air almost instantly, as if the movie cameras playing the projections had been turned off.
  Avaddon whistled:
  - Well, he's giving it to you!
  Azazello whispered:
  - This is the power of Archangel Michael! And this power is colossal!
  Margarita noted:
  - Well then, let's go! We should conserve our devilish energy.
  And the girl again flashed her bare, pink and so seductive heels.
  And the triumvirate of humanity's saviors dove into the earth's crust and began to hide in it, escaping pursuit.
  And they went deep into the elements of the earth like a knife into butter.
  And in the depths of the earth, the servants and associates of Satan moved almost as easily as in a vacuum.
  Azazello noted:
  "The kingdom of Satan-Hell-is a place where the angels of God are forbidden to enter. So, maybe we should take a little rest in the underworld?"
  Margarita said with enthusiasm:
  "There are many abodes in my father's kingdom. There's plenty of room for everyone in the underworld, and it's wonderful!"
  Abaddon grinned and replied:
  - It's good on Earth, but Hell is even better! And why do foolish people believe it's a place of torment?
  Azazello chuckled and noted:
  - When a politician crosses himself vigorously, it means his hand is looking for your wallet!
  Margarita nodded and shook her gold leaf-colored hair:
  - Of course! If you don't threaten them with eternal hellish torment, then who's going to take money to a priest?
  Abaddon remarked:
  - There is an apt, but not entirely accurate, aphorism about this: - It is easier to build a snowman in Hell than to find a selfless priest!
  And the triumvirate of demons, having flown a little further, found themselves, with the help of the fifth dimension, in the underworld-universe.
  Anyone who's read The Master and Margarita knows how much can fit into an ordinary Moscow apartment: palaces, halls, and much more. And here, too, are many different dimensions under Satan's control. Messier's power is great. In the Hell-universe, it is practically unlimited, except for one thing: Lucifer cannot annihilate an immortal human soul. He can, however, inhabit it in the body of a spider, or even do what the clergy fear, cast it into the lake of fire, in body or spirit. But to erase it completely-that is the Taboo of Almighty God. For sooner or later, the power of Hell and the existence of the Underworld Universe will end, and then Almighty God and Lord Himself will decide their fate, both the humans and the angels who followed Satan. But as long as the Hell-universe exists, it has its own Supreme God-Satan.
  On Earth, Lucifer's power and capabilities are limited. But the Almighty God has also limited himself on planet Earth.
  That is, a person develops more or less freely, but at the same time, limited intervention occurs from both sides. And this is akin to the simultaneous curation of two forces in the universe.
  And neither the Devil nor his angels are allowed beyond the solar system. Beyond that, the territory is under the exclusive control of the Most High and Almighty God.
  Such a division occurs... And Margarita, of course, is not allowed beyond the solar system. Like the other demons. And so she can only guess what is happening there in the kingdom of God.
  But the more senior angels say that there are inhabited worlds, including some with individuals similar to modern humans, who have proven faithful to God and, as a result, live in a sinless state.
  On the one hand, they're happy; they know no troubles. But on the other, they might be a bit bored. After all, if there's no crime, then there are no detectives; if there are no villains, then there's no one to defeat or fight. True, there are no diseases, and that's good, but medicine isn't advancing either. There's no old age. People are eternally youthful and resemble very handsome, cheerful, healthy, and muscular young men.
  But the absence of problems and any concerns does not stimulate scientific and technological progress, and heads do not work.
  People also need difficulties to develop and improve. And that's good, but at the same time, the absence of evil makes the world a duller place.
  Margarita, of course, didn't know the details. And naturally, she wasn't allowed into the Unfallen world. But she understood and had a rough idea. Furthermore, the inhabitants of worlds ruled by God glorify the Almighty. In what form and how, one can only guess and imagine. But they do it willingly and voluntarily, and they enjoy it.
  Satan didn't force anyone to glorify him in the Hell-Universe. Although, of course, even in the Underworld, sinners themselves built temples to him and worshiped him. They offered thanksgiving, sang songs, and so on. Perhaps in other worlds, too, there's no compulsion and everything comes from the heart. Indeed, old people are especially happy to receive a youthful and healthy body. This alone is wonderful, especially for women, and for men too. Who doesn't want to look younger and shed frailty and weakness?
  And Satan provides such an opportunity. He himself finds the sight of old men and women repulsive. And age disfigures women profoundly-it's simply horrifying. Margarita even mentally created a five-pointed star-an alternative Satanic sign. Those who believe in Christ make the sign of the cross with four touches, while Satanists make the star with six touches.
  Six is believed to be the number of the Devil, or Messir. Although, to some extent, three is not alien to Lucifer.
  Margarita smiled, imagining that perhaps her Father Satan could overcome God. Especially since God couldn't even theoretically be absolutely omnipotent. Like the paradox: could God create a stone he couldn't lift, or forge a chain he couldn't break, or create a God more powerful than Himself?
  In this regard, absolute omnipotence is impossible in principle. Which means Messire might have some loopholes. Of course, I don't want to lose.
  Satan is counting on the human mind. After all, humans are created in the image and likeness of God and possess creative power. Satan and His angels, though stronger and more perfect than humans, do not possess creative power in this form. This means humans are capable of invention and will be able to create such things in the future...
  This is what Lucifer is counting on.
  Therefore, it prevents the Antichrist from coming to power on a planetary scale, and gives the earth over to the beast. For any global power-be it communists, fascists, capitalists, Muslims, Catholics, or anyone else-is a pretext for God's plagues mentioned in the Book of Revelation, and then the coming of Jesus Christ.
  And then the end will come for Satan, and Hell, and sinners, and the angels of Lucifer, this whole system in the lake of fire, where they will be tormented day and night forever and ever.
  And a nuclear war also brings about the plagues of Armageddon, and then the kingdom of Satan will also come to an end.
  Margarita and her two companions found themselves among the stars of the Hellish universe. There are many of them, a sort of Milky Way created by Satan.
  The Hellish Universe is populated not only by sinners of all times and nations and the Devil's angels. It also contains races created by Satan. God gave him such abilities within the confines of the space within the Earth. And this space contains trillions of stars and planets. And they still need to be populated. So why not create, for example, elves? And not only them, but also trolls, fauns, hobbits, dwarves, and others? After all, it's fun and interesting.
  These are worlds in the style of human fantasy. Which is very cool in its own way.
  So the triumvirate of demons found themselves near such a planet. It boasts a level of development roughly comparable to the Middle Ages, or perhaps even antiquity, but also possesses magic and various fairytale fantasy creatures.
  And a handful of sinners from planet Earth, but in young bodies, also live in this world.
  The planet is quite warm, with a mild climate and rich in crops. Its soil is very fertile, and perhaps that's why science isn't very developed. After all, this is Hell, and people here don't age or die. They have no rush. And elves are creatures created by the Devil. Like others. They are like biorobots without an immortal soul. Yes, Satan can do anything in Hell, but he can't create new angels or human souls, nor can he destroy old ones. He can, for example, torture and imprison those who rebel against him, but he can't destroy them.
  Elves, gnomes, and trolls are like complex biorobots with artificial intelligence. And they're so well made that they look just like the real thing. You actually believe they're real creatures from a fairy tale. And they're individuals without souls, but with intelligence.
  Margarita landed... and even knocked over a young elf with her bare feet. Such a handsome, beardless teenager, no matter his age. But then, even in hell, elves come in all shapes and sizes. Some might even grow beards after a few centuries. And how could dwarves manage without them?
  Hobbits look like children, and are always barefoot, even the nobles. Only the hobbit king and queen may wear sandals studded with precious stones.
  However, in Hell, Satan sets the rules and He can revise them.
  Margarita knew this, but the elven youth was shaken and distraught. He was frightened and confused. But seeing that the girl was unusually and aggressively beautiful, he stammered:
  - Demand whatever you want from me!
  Satan's daughter giggled and replied:
  - What can you give me, boy?
  The elf squeaked:
  I pressed my lips to the chest,
  Love is born...
  I will give you a moment of bliss,
  I will give you a moment of bliss,
  And a sea of pleasure,
  And a sea of pleasure!
  Margarita smiled welcomingly. Yes, elves are very affectionate in bed, like kittens, and making love with them is quite pleasant. But it's better to have three or four elves at once-that's even better.
  They are very sexy.
  Azazello noted:
  - It's somehow boring with them. They win too easily!
  Abaddon nodded:
  - Yes, it's like in a computer game - if it's too easy, then it's not interesting, but sometimes you don't even want to try too hard!
  Margarita noted:
  "We can have some fun with a good fight. We'll cut down an entire army of elves and trolls at once."
  And the demons roared:
  - Let's chop it up!
  And so this sinister triumvirate descended. They slammed onto the orange grass. And landed there. Then, unexpectedly, Gella appeared.
  The red-haired, naked, tanned and muscular girl muttered:
  - Why didn't you destroy the anti-demonic special forces?
  Margarita stamped her bare foot and replied:
  - Yuri Petukhov has some kind of incomprehensible, but very powerful force, and we must first uncover it in order to fight effectively.
  Abaddon confirmed:
  - Don't go into the water without knowing the ford!
  Azazello added:
  - The point here is that Archangel Michael can do a lot. I don't even dare talk about it.
  Margarita nodded. In John's revelation, Satan deceived the entire universe and was cast down to Earth by Archangel Michael. Therefore, his godson, and not only his godson, is truly a great, incomprehensible force, one that cannot be grasped with bare hands.
  But... Where a man can't conquer with his bare hands, a woman will conquer with her bare feet!
  Gella grinned and replied:
  "Master is very displeased with you! Yes, Yuri Petukhov is very strong, but he's in human flesh. He can be easily taken out with a sniper rifle."
  Azazello noted:
  - We've already tried! It's not that simple. You can't kill an angel with a bullet, and this one is half-angel, not even an angel, but an Archangel.
  Margarita remarked with a sweet look:
  "The surest way to win a man over is with affection! And if a man's strength lies in his big fists, a woman's strength lies in her little feet!"
  Gella noted:
  "Okay, you can deal with Yurka later. For now, we need to fly to the US and neutralize the artificial intelligence there. The temptation to strike Russia with nuclear weapons while it's defenseless is too great. And there are plenty of hotheads out there. And then, off to China!"
  Azazello grinned and noted:
  "And I wanted to practice my swords on elves and trolls! You must admit, that's quite an interesting activity."
  Abaddon grinned and remarked:
  - War is the best entertainment, but the worst rest.
  Margarita noted with a smile:
  "Well, you're just like little kids. My son Ares-I named him after the god of war-loves to fight and have fun, both in Hell and on Earth... But you grown-ups have no use for that!"
  Gella nodded with a smile:
  - Yes! We need to hurry and neutralize the control center in the US. Otherwise, things will get worse. And everything else is secondary for now!
  Azazello stated:
  - The king cannot think about everyone, the king must think about the important, but the important consists of many little things, and a piece of the important is in each!
  Abaddon grinned and replied:
  - Well, you're literally Cicero... But it's time to get down to the practical implementation of the mission.
  Margarita giggled and sang:
  - We got the electronic swing going, got our legs in our hands and flew like an arrow!
  And the devilish triumvirate flew towards the center, where the artificial intelligence that controlled the US nuclear potential was located.
  Gella tagged along too. She was a powerful vampire witch, after all. She'd done quite a bit of walking around Moscow in her time. Then Fagot did a lot more.
  Margarita jokingly noted:
  Where are the four of us flying?
  Big, big, secret...
  And we will not tell about him,
  Oh no, oh no, oh no!
  CHAPTER No 5.
  Her son Ares commanded a small army of fighters at the time. It consisted primarily of boys and girls, incarnated in the bodies of those who died young. After all, almost all children go to hell. Firstly, bad tendencies manifest in infancy, and secondly, most children are not even baptized. Even good children of Protestants or other religions who have not been baptized, upon death, go with their souls to the Devil in the Underworld-Universe. And there they are raised.
  Ares, Margarita's son, is certainly no child in years; he knew Peter the Great and even interacted with him. But he looks like a very muscular and handsome boy of about twelve. His hair is golden, like his mother's, and his face is like an angel's, while his muscles are those of a young Apollo.
  He runs barefoot and in just shorts, which suits his naked, extremely defined, tiled muscles with deep definition.
  Ares holds a sword in one hand and a magic wand in the other. A chain with a magical talisman hangs around his neck. On his wrists and ankles are bracelets of gold and platinum, studded with precious stones. And on his bare toes are rings imbued with magical powers.
  The eternal boy commands an entire regiment of children. There are boys in shorts, too, and girls in tunics. The young warriors are barefoot, muscular, and handsome, appearing to be between ten and twelve years old.
  And they are also armed, mostly with weapons from ancient times, but on the redoubts there are also bronze cannons and silver arquebuses.
  Such is this childish army, albeit a very combative one and already extremely experienced. Ares's assistant, Phobos, was in a past life a renowned military leader, Marshal Napoleon Davout. But at Satan's request, he became a boy in body. For some reason, that's exactly what Messire wanted.
  Davout was considered the best strategist in Napoleon Bonaparte's army, and he enjoyed various wars. There, he commanded various commands, sometimes even entire armies with tanks and planes. But now he's a boy of about twelve, with fiery red hair. He's also deeply tanned, like a chocolate bar, wearing only shorts. That's how boys usually run around here. And what if there were three suns in the sky at once, and it's much nicer to be half-naked, like on the beach. How nice.
  Phobos also wore an amulet around his neck and had some magical artifacts. He noted:
  - Your Excellency, troll attack!
  Ares stamped his bare foot and squeaked:
  - I see!
  And the boy rose slightly in the air. The children were taking up defensive positions on the redoubts. There were yellow brick walls and cannons, and here and there orange grass poked through. There were almost equal numbers of girls and boys. However, there were slightly more of the stronger sex. After all, spoiled boys are slightly more common than girls, even among those who were baptized. But overall, the numbers were almost equal.
  And the warriors slap with their bare feet and pink heels; on this planet the dust doesn't get dirty.
  And here come the trolls, charging forward. The trolls are female, very beautiful girls, distinguished from humans only by their aquiline noses, and young men. The trolls ride unicorns in front. They move slowly, allowing the infantry to catch up.
  The girls are barefoot, and the boys are wearing boots that sparkle in the sun.
  And despite the heat, the trolls are wearing chainmail. It's their style, and it might not be too hot.
  Ares noted with a smile:
  - Not a bad battle! Now the trolls will unleash a volley of bows and crossbows.
  Indeed, the girls, with bare, tanned legs, stopped and fired their bows in a high arc. They looked charming.
  The arrows and crossbow bolts flew in a high arc, falling like rain. Ares and Davu stamped their bare feet, and a force field instantly appeared. The arrows and crossbow bolts flew off like hailstones hitting umbrellas.
  One of the sinful girls squeaked:
  - This is chic!
  And the boys and girls quickly drew their bows and fired back. And the arrows, tipped with crossbow bolts, pierced both male and female trolls. Even fountains of blood spurted out. It was a deep red-orange.
  The girls, having been wounded, began to kick their bare, chiseled, tanned and muscular legs.
  Ares noted with a smile:
  - This is better than a computer game!
  Phobos-Davout replied:
  "Of course, natural images are better than digital ones. Although there are some wonderful games, especially space games and those with nanotechnology."
  The girl, who had been a countess in her past life, squeaked:
  - Wow!
  It was truly spectacular. The trolls, especially the young men, stampeding their boots, charged forward. But then, nearby, cannons began to blaze and grapeshot whizzed at them. The children didn't even bother lighting the fuses, but simply slammed their bare heels into the breech of the guns. Then came the boom, and hundreds of trolls began to thrash around in a frenzy, pierced by the grapeshot.
  Ares took and sang:
  Satan's Black Rider,
  Spilled blood on the light...
  And the sacred sword of war,
  The secret has been revealed!
  And so the child warriors began loading the guns again. And they did it quickly and efficiently. They had considerable experience.
  Ares remembered how he, his mother Margarita, and Gella defended Moscow from the Nazis. Satan initially gave
  Hitler had the opportunity to win, but then he decided enough was enough. Especially since one of the versions of the Führer's title included a number: six, six, six. And Hitler's surname has six letters.
  So a boy in shorts and two girls, one in a bikini and the other completely naked, went and met the fascists with battle magic. The fact that it was already winter and snow had fallen didn't bother the young team. It was even pleasant to feel the cool snow on their bare feet. And Ares's soles are very durable, so resilient over the centuries, stronger than the leather on military boots. The boy, Margarita, and Gella all ran confidently across the molten lava. So what was a snowball to them?
  But the combat magic is of the highest and most effective level.
  And Hitler's tanks melted from lightning and hellfire. Ares also froze infantry with a subphoton blaster, which absorbed energy from the surrounding environment. And it was, it must be said, extremely powerful and effective.
  And so they melted and burned a couple of hundred tanks along with their crews, and several thousand Wehrmacht soldiers were also frozen.
  And that was enough to prevent the Nazis from capturing Moscow. And then the tide of the war was turned. Satan, however, couldn't care less at what cost the USSR won. Ares, Margarita, and Gella intervened again during the Battle of Stalingrad. They helped there too. Moreover, for fun, the demon boy turned Nazi tanks into delicious chocolate bars. Margarita made delicious kebabs out of German soldiers, and Gella turned some of the infantry into blood sausages.
  Yes, the Nazis got a good beating in the face from them in Stalingrad.
  Avaddon and Fagot were already at the Kursk Bulge. They didn't stand on ceremony. They sprayed water on the Tigers and Panthers, and they burst into flames. And the formidable Ferdinand self-propelled guns simply warped when Fagot started whistling. And Avaddon added pulsars. Now that was a lethal force.
  So the fascists also suffered at the hands of the devilish forces at the Kursk Bulge.
  Ares and Margarita also prevented the Americans from dropping a third atomic bomb on Japan. They turned a B-29 bomber into a giant cream-covered, chocolate-covered cake. And the atomic bomb became a chocolate bar filled with sweet honey and condensed milk.
  And the cake landed. Japanese children, hungry during the war, pounced on it from all sides, their bare heels scuttling, and began devouring it.
  That was truly fun and awesome! And so many lives, including children's, were saved by the demons.
  Ares even noted:
  - We should protect Hiroshima and Nagasaki too! Innocent people suffered there too.
  Margarita answered with a smile that was tinged with sadness:
  - If God didn"t protect them, then why should Messire protect and reconcile everyone?
  Gella answered with a sweet look:
  - Moreover, they call us the forces of evil, but usually we do good!
  Ares then remembered how he had helped Peter the Great during the Battle of Poltava. He was a barefoot boy in short pants then, and not yet experienced enough in magic. But he went on reconnaissance missions. He was even caught, and the Swedes gave him a thorough beating. King Charles XII himself watched. And he was pleased that, despite the hellish beating, the boy not only didn't scream or cry, but even sang. And so he took him into his retinue.
  Ares had to change clothes and wear narrow, albeit patent leather and elegant, boots. He loved to go barefoot year-round. He had Lucifer's blood in him, and even running half-naked through the bitterest frost, the boy never sneezed. He loved being like this, with his bare, very muscular, and beautiful torso.
  And Ares liked the fact that he stopped growing up. Indeed, being a child has a lot of advantages.
  The boy stole all the plans for the upcoming battle from King Charles XII and, taking off his hated boots, carried them to the camp of Peter the Great and returned.
  Then he did it again in the heat of battle. And he even managed to dampen the Swedes' gunpowder.
  And the Russians, thanks to the young devil, were able to achieve a spectacular victory, which turned the tide of this protracted Northern War.
  Ares received a reward from Peter the Great-a noble title, a pillar one at that, and an officer's rank. But he really disliked wearing boots. But how could a lieutenant and a nobleman be barefoot? Nevertheless, the boy took part in the Prussian campaign, where, thanks to his courage, resourcefulness, and ingenuity, the Russian troops avoided death and defeat.
  The Tsar promoted the boy to premier major and entrusted him with command of a children's regiment. It included teenagers who hadn't yet grown beards or mustaches. Ares fought alongside them in northern Sweden.
  The young soldiers themselves loved to walk barefoot in the passages, especially if it wasn't too cold or snowing. Ares eventually rose to the rank of colonel, earned numerous awards, and even took part in the campaign in Iran-Tsar Peter the Great's final campaign of conquest.
  The fact that he looked like a perpetual boy no older than twelve bothered many. Nevertheless, Ares, whose magical and physical strength were constantly growing, managed to capture the Persian Sultan.
  For this, Tsar Peter the Great awarded Ares the title of count and the rank of general, with the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called.
  That, however, was the end of the eternal boy's military career. Peter died, and Ares disappeared. He sold his count's estate and buried the sack of gold coins in the forest. And then he set off to wander the world. It's a big world, after all.
  Then his mother found him, and Ares, as Satan's grandson, was given the opportunity to travel and have fun not only on Earth but in the Hell-Universe. And in it, the great Messir created trillions of planets, many of them uninhabited.
  Satan, it seems, wants to rule the Underworld-Universe forever. And that's why there's constant technological development there.
  There are worlds with crossbows and arrows. And then there are worlds with blasters, robots, nanotechnology, and spaceships.
  Moreover, on some planets, the Almighty, the demiurge-Satan within Hell, has reproduced races from Star Wars. Which is quite amusing, I must say.
  Ares fired his bow. And in mid-flight, a single arrow, magically split into a hundred pieces.
  And the pierced trolls, both young men and women, fell. And they were in real pain.
  Although the trolls, Messir's creations, lacked immortal souls, they could be resurrected. And some of them managed to die and be reborn many times. And they even enjoyed it.
  Ares loved the big wars on Earth. They were more concrete and brutal. But he wasn't always allowed to take part in them.
  For example, Margarita, being the daughter of a Russian mother, really wanted to help Tsarist Russia during the Russo-Japanese War of 1904-1905. But Messire forbade it.
  Because Tsarist Russia, having defeated Japan, could easily have transformed all of China into Yellow Russia. And then it would have had so many resources and population that it would have overwhelmed the entire world. And this wasn't part of Satan's plans. After all, Russia, too, could have been reduced to the number 666. Moreover, the Book of Revelation speaks of a city on seven hills as the capital of the Antichrist's empire. And the city on seven hills was also used for Moscow, not just Rome.
  So no empire in the world should be a master, at least not a sole one.
  And so, when Ares fled to Port Arthur where he began to exterminate the Japanese, the powers of Messir's magic transported him to Hell.
  And the heroically defending fortress capitulated. It was entirely in line with Lucifer's plans to prevent anyone from gaining power over the world.
  Tsarist Russia thus suffered a mortal blow. There had been a chance for revival during the First World War. And during the Brusilov Offensive, Ares was on the offensive.
  A boy in shorts, his very muscular torso bare, charged forward, his bare, childish heels flashing. He held swords in his hands, which extended and cut down German and Austro-Hungarian infantrymen.
  And Ares, cutting through the enemy, sang with delight:
  People die for metal,
  For metal....
  Satan rules the roost there,
  There, the show is running!
  Nicholas the Great Tsar,
  Orthodox Sovereign...
  I am the offspring of Satan,
  Loyal to our homeland!
  The boy then went wild, but Lucifer had no plans to strengthen Tsarist Russia. And again, the child was recalled, and Lvov was never taken, although there was a chance.
  After which the Tsar was overthrown. And the Bolsheviks came to power. Satan, of course, was more willing to help them, since they are against God and outside of God.
  If they're against God, then they're also for the Devil. Messire loved Lenin very much, but then the Almighty intervened and didn't give Vladimir Ilyich a long life. And Lenin went to Hell to his Master. Stalin was no longer the same. Nevertheless, Satan helped him win World War II. But in such a way that it seemed less of a victory. The USSR was seriously weakened and couldn't conquer the world. And then Stalin died. And then Khrushchev, under Satan's influence, slandered the Soviet leader, ruining the communists' chances of seizing power over the world!
  After all, communism has been discredited. And yet it, too, is a system that aspires to be global.
  And so history unfolded: some rose, others fell, but none rose very high. The British Empire already declined after the First World War. Despite its vast colonies, which grew even larger after the victory over Germany, its economy stagnated. And this, too, is not without Lucifer's influence. He can, albeit not completely, influence everything.
  Although Britain's economic problems began even before the First World War, when it lost industrial production to both the United States and even Germany. So the British failed to become masters of the earth. Yet they, too, fit the definition of the beast, or false prophet. As do Russia and even China.
  The latter began to rise sharply at the beginning of the twenty-first century and began to push aside the United States. America, however, had bad luck with its presidents. Such a vast country, but its leaders were not very good. But China's growth rate slowed, and a new Asian giant, India, emerged. Furthermore, the Celestial Empire had established an overly authoritarian regime, and due to the unchangeable nature of its president, China began to rot.
  And in Russia, an attempt was made to exact revenge for its defeat in the Cold War. And when things reached a bloody pitch, everything went wrong... or rather, as it should have. At first, Russia seemed able to overcome this force majeure and pacify both Chechnya and the North Caucasus. But the historical process of the disintegration and fragmentation of classical empires cannot be overcome. So Russia was drawn into a major war with the de facto goal of restoring its empire, and it became bogged down. And the war became the bloodiest since World War II and continues to this day. There is no end in sight.
  Ares suddenly felt bored. Indeed, smashing trolls with buckshot and exterminating them with arrows and crossbow bolts while you were behind a force and magical field wasn't all that interesting.
  More engaging is an equal, or roughly equal, fight. For example, in good computer games, each side offers comparable opportunities.
  It's like in the World War II strategy game, where the Allied powers' greater resources are offset by Germany and Japan's superior initial troop numbers. This gives them roughly equal odds. It's more interesting to play that way. But when your opponent easily and one-sidedly defeats you, or you also defeat them single-handedly, it's not as exciting.
  Ares fired another couple of arrows, which split into hundreds of destructive elements and pierced the trolls, and announced:
  - All right, guys! I'm lifting the magic shield! We're attacking the enemy, we'll fight on equal terms with swords.
  The child warriors took to this with enthusiasm. And so, brandishing their swords, they clashed with the trolls. And the trolls began to hack at them in return. A battle ensued, with wounded fighters falling on both sides.
  Phobos-Davu jumped up and hit the young troll in the jaw and chirped:
  - For France and Satan!
  One of the girls, a former pioneer, exclaimed:
  - For the Soviet country!
  Ares chuckled and replied:
  - We were born to make fairy tales come true!
  And he turned his swords into a mill, cutting off the heads of three young men and a girl. An aggressive slashing ensued. The bare feet of the sinful children splashed through puddles of blood. They cut down the trolls, but they themselves suffered losses. It was almost an even battle, and the fun immediately became more enjoyable.
  Phobos-Davout noted:
  - I remember how we fought under Napoleon. Where is he now?
  Ares smirked and replied:
  - In a diamond palace with a harem. Messire loves Napoleon very much, and he lives like an eternally youthful sultan at a resort.
  The girl-countess squealed, cutting off the head of the young troll:
  - Lovely! I'd love to grow up and have my own harem of charming boys!
  Ares laughed and replied:
  - If it is the Lord's will. Otherwise, believe in Providence and Satan!
  Entertainment in Hell is, of course, bloody. And so much blood flows. Such is the Universe-Abyss. The Kingdom of Satan...
  The young warriors, fighting the trolls, even began to sing:
  Our king is the chosen one of heaven,
  Our king is like a ghostly demon...
  Our king is the messenger of destiny,
  Our king, it is only you!
  Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!
  That's how the young army fought. And Ares remembered his other exploits. Many people think that Alexander Suvorov is an unrivaled genius. However, they don't know that the eternal boy Ares helped him too.
  And he went on reconnaissance missions, slapping his bare feet. And he tracked the enemy. And he chopped them down with swords or sabres. And sometimes he even threw explosives.
  This is how you throw a grenade made of ordinary sawdust with your bare toes, but it is a hundred times more powerful than a block of TNT of equal weight.
  And the entire bridge, carrying the Turks, collapses. Ares saved Alexander Suvorov's life more than once. Specifically, during the Swiss campaign, when the field marshal fell and was falling. Ares then flew up and managed to catch him. For this, he received a special gold medal.
  The boy had accumulated a great many awards of all kinds, and he was extremely happy about this.
  During the battles with the Turks, it was Ares who threw a needle with his fingers and pierced the Grand Vizier's eye. And he just fell. And this allowed Suvorov to defeat a hundred thousand Ottoman troops. That's the kind of fighting there was.
  And how did the demon boy soak the Turks' gunpowder? And they couldn't fire grapeshot at the Russian troops.
  The boy-terminator also distinguished himself at sea. That's why Ushakov was able to perform miracles. Yes, and even here, demonic forces were involved. The barefoot cabin boy Ares personally aimed the guns and fired with remarkable accuracy. And he pierced the sides in such a way that the Ottoman ships took on seawater, tilted, lost their balance, and sank.
  That's how well Ares won. Especially since the Turks used paper sails at sea. And the young warrior was quite adept at setting them on fire. One of the eternal youthful demon's know-how was the use of flamethrowers, and with extended range at that. And that was quite impressive. And they burned the sails like Christmas candles.
  This is how impressive it looked.
  Ares was a cabin boy, usually barefoot and even wearing only shorts, preferring to fight bare-chested, his very muscular and tanned torso. And if he was going to cut, he cut, be it the Ottomans, the French, or the British. He even fought the Japanese, admittedly only once, but in that fateful war he inflicted great damage on them. And two Japanese battleships-the only large ships the Land of the Rising Sun lost in that war-were his.
  He blew them up using coal dust torpedoes and then sailed up to the Japanese squadron in a submarine. And the samurai got a good beating.
  The boy genius could have sunk the entire Japanese fleet, but Messire didn't let him. Making Russia the ruler of the world wasn't part of his plans.
  Even so, the boy distinguished himself, but his exploits were attributed to others. But Ares wasn't offended. Indeed, how insignificant were the abilities of kings, presidents, and sultans compared to Lucifer's astonishing magical power.
  And Ares, by the way, made Stalin himself kiss his bare, boyish soles, just for fun. However, the little devil's feet aren't dusty; dirt doesn't stick to them. So Stalin wasn't so disgusted. After all, he was a kind bastard too, after all, how many innocent people he'd ruined.
  Ares distinguished himself in many ways. For example, during Suvorov's Swiss campaign, he wore only shorts in the icy wind and ran barefoot through the snow. Others couldn't handle it. Suvorov himself overexerted himself during the Swiss campaign and died soon after.
  The common soldiers pitied the boy, but he only laughed. Sometimes he'd shoot down mountain birds with a slingshot and cook them into stew. Which was also incredibly satisfying. And the hungry soldiers ate the stew. And then Ares captured the French general...
  Yes, it was great. And the Russians didn't lose the Battle of Borodino thanks to him. Besides Ares, Margarita also made her mark there. Platov's cavalry charge was effective. And when the boy started throwing grenades from coal dust-small but with great explosive power-Napoleon's regiments fell, and soldiers were literally torn to pieces. And it was a real bloodbath.
  More precisely, a kind of Armageddon. It looked simply awful. And Ares was at his best.
  And they and Margarita even counted Borodino among their achievements. And Waterloo was won thanks to them. Satan decided Napoleon had had enough. For some reason, he didn't want to make him into a second Genghis Khan. The latter, too, had been helped to conquer half the world by demons-Azazel, Abaddon, Fagot, and Behemoth. But Margarita and Ares weren't born yet at that time. Moreover, their souls are both human and satanic at the same time. How did this happen? Well, you could say it's a mystery of nature.
  Or maybe the Almighty? If God created Satan, then that means he wanted it too.
  It's like in computer games-there's always some kind of enemy. While some strategy games may not feature war, there will still be epidemics, crime, famine, or fires. As the saying goes, there's no peace without problems.
  Except perhaps the worlds of the Most High God. But their inhabitants also want at least some entertainment. Even if it's six plus, if plus eighteen isn't allowed in heaven. At least look at Earth. Well, or Hell... Although the latter is precisely what's forbidden. What Jesus said about Hell is an allegory, so don't think everything is visible.
  And from Hell, the Kingdom of Heaven is not visible, and only Archangels can see Hell from there. And even the right to see Earth must be earned.
  And there, on the one hand, it's quite a cheerful and entertaining spectacle, but on the other, it's quite tedious. It's especially disgusting to look at the old women, and the old men too. In the Heavenly, unfallen worlds, everyone is so beautiful, eternally young and fresh. But here, a woman of sixty is already terrifying. And many females are already repulsive even at forty.
  There are no old freaks in the Hell-Universe either. Because Satan finds it disgusting to look at them. Earth is the most frozen and vile place in the universe.
  Well, that's one thing. But on the other, so many different discoveries are being made there, and such technologies are being developed-it's breathtaking.
  Take, for example, tablets, iPhones, smartphones, and so on... Such things don't even exist in the Heavenly Kingdom. Well, let's say angels of the highest order can get by without them. But what about ordinary people from the unfallen worlds?
  Even though the old world is ugly, there are some good things on Earth, too. And that's great. The Underworld, for example, is advancing technologically at breakneck speed. Just a thousand years ago, it was a medieval place, just like Earth. And now, in Hell, technology is far more advanced than ours. Because human imagination is combined with the cyber-magic of Satan and his servants. That's truly great.
  As the devils sang in one cartoon: "It"s good in Hell."
  And in the Underworld, it's truly wonderful and fun. And it gets more and more fun every year.
  And only the thought of the Second Coming of Christ sometimes darkens the heads of sinners.
  Yes, without the beast and the Antichrist with power over the entire Earth, Jesus will not come. Otherwise, it would seem that the Almighty, who gave the Revelation through John, lied. And that was not good. God cannot lie in principle, and He has no need to do so.
  That's why Satan, in his playfulness, doesn't allow any empire to achieve global domination. The USSR can't be restored, especially by force-it would only destroy people in vain-and China will never become a global hegemon. There will always be ebbs and flows.
  And Lucifer will continue to expand his Great Universe-Hell.
  CHAPTER No 6.
  The triumvirate of demons flew to the center of the Pentagon, where the nuclear control centers were concentrated. And here, things were simpler. Margarita simply unleashed a hypervirus worm on everything electronic. And it began infecting an innumerable army of security robots.
  The United States is a powerful country, but its soldiers are far too tender. And they are amazed by the resilience and fortitude of Ukrainian and even Russian units, which have been waging an uncompromising war against each other for years. Although a fratricidal war is bad, especially if it lasts for many years. And the death toll on both sides runs into the millions.
  But Messire doesn't want to end this war just yet. Lucifer loves war. He just won't let anyone win, permanently and decisively.
  Be it Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, Stalin, or Alexander the Great.
  Such are the games of war. When empires shed much blood, they sooner or later fall apart.
  But the United States isn't exactly a classic empire, but a union of virtually independent states. Their president is even elected by state-based electoral colleges. At this point, the security robots stopped seeing and perceiving anything. And Margarita and Azazello downloaded a new, very powerful cuttlefish virus into the central computer.
  And he went to influence the enemy. And the central point began to malfunction completely.
  Margarita pressed the joystick buttons with her bare toes, and they transmitted information in megabytes and gigabytes. That was truly a dramatic impact. And then terabytes came into play. And it was an aggressive delivery. And then it happened... The supercomputer began to glitch more and more.
  It was done easily and almost boringly.
  Margarita recalled how she and her son did something few people know about. The Americans, outraged by the enormous losses (by US standards, of course, in Russia they would have been considered almost insignificant!) they suffered in Vietnam, wanted to drop a high-yield atomic bomb on Hanoi.
  But then Margarita and Ares received Messir's permission to prevent such chaos. Moreover, the USSR could have responded, which would have started a nuclear war, which could have led to the second coming of Jesus Christ and the destruction of the Underworld-Universe.
  And so, together with their son, they took a huge American bomber, whose wings spanned fifty-three meters each, and subjected it to the influence of magic. And it turned into a mountain of candies and chocolates that suddenly fell on Hanoi. And the treats rained down. And countless Vietnamese children, their bare heels flashing, began running.
  And the enormous atomic bomb itself turned into a huge cake with roses, butterflies, and cream fish. And it gently descended, bringing joy to war-weary Vietnam.
  And Azazelo and Avaddon took charge of the other American planes, which were carrying conventional bombs, albeit not nuclear ones, but still deadly.
  The demons didn't turn them into treats. Instead, they took a simpler approach. They blasted the American planes with lightning bolts and fiery pulsars. And began shooting them down without any trouble.
  And they burned, exploded, and literally crumbled. That's a truly lethal effect. And the Americans turned and began to retreat. Or rather, to fly away.
  This is truly a fight, and take me with you. And the demons unleashed Armageddon. Debris fell from the sky onto Hanoi, but Margarita and Ares turned it into chocolates, candies, lollipops, donuts, cakes, and cotton candy.
  How everything here turned out to be delicious, unique and extremely tasty.
  These were wonderful and delicious things. And after this, they noticeably grew in their own eyes.
  Ares, however, then threw a lollipop with his bare toes and gouged out the eye of one of the Vietnamese soldiers. Margarita giggled and remarked:
  - What a naughty boy you are!
  The Terminator boy asked:
  - Will you restore his eye?
  The girl giggled and replied:
  - No! If you want, you can kill him!
  And Ares, with a chuckle, released a bolt of lightning from the amulet on the little toe of his bare foot, which turned three Vietnamese soldiers into ashes at once.
  Azazello noted:
  - We mustn't forget that we are the dark side of the force, which already does too much good!
  Ares exclaimed:
  Break, crush and tear into pieces,
  This is our motto of demonic power!
  Now they have disabled the Pentagon's central computer and infected the artificial intelligence, making it virtually incapable of anything.
  And thus, they prevented a nuclear war. But that wasn't enough for them. So, Margarita went and set fire to the office building of a US company.
  I simply sent a pulsar there, and it burst into flames. The devil girl sang:
  Destruction is a passion,
  It doesn't matter what kind of government...
  The authorities have always drunk the blood of others,
  We respond with love!
  And after this, Margarita just bursts out laughing.
  Incidentally, demons sometimes influence consciousness as well. For example, when they prompted Chamberlain to resign. Otherwise, he would certainly have made peace with Hitler. And the USSR alone couldn't stand against the Third Reich and its satellites.
  Although many in Russia believe otherwise, Satan in Hell has just recreated the situation where Chamberlain remained in office and concluded an honorable peace with Hitler.
  Germany retained the three thousand aircraft lost during the battle for air supremacy in England. Plus, of course, many pilots. Furthermore, its air force wasn't diverted to the Mediterranean front, Britain itself, or the protection of Norway. Thus, Hitler threw not five thousand aircraft at the USSR, but ten thousand, twice as many.
  In tanks, the balance of power didn't change as radically. Rommel's corps wasn't sent to Africa, saving five hundred German tanks. Plus, some more were withdrawn from France. The absence of the Western Front had little impact on weapons production, as British bombing raids were still mere pinpricks. But there was still a slight increase, so there were twelve hundred more tanks. As well as infantry, and, of course, artillery.
  Some of the guns intended for use in the assault on the British fortress of Gibraltar were sent to the Eastern Front. This also strengthened the Wehrmacht. Furthermore, Italy's hands were no longer tied by the war with the British, and it could send more infantry and aircraft to the front against the USSR. This also contributed. The Italians' tanks were admittedly weak-weighing only three tons, more like tankettes-and their aircraft were of lower quality. However, their navy was quite strong and could create additional problems for Russia, especially in the Black Sea and the Baltic Sea as well.
  In short, the USSR faced greater forces than in real history. Stalin's chances were diminishing.
  True, there was one more nuance: what about the surprise attack? After all, Britain was no longer tying the Wehrmacht's hands, and everything was clear.
  But Stalin still wanted to avoid war at any cost. And he wanted it even more passionately than before. And so he didn't declare mobilization, didn't put his troops on alert, and didn't respond to provocations.
  So here, too, everything repeated itself, just like in real history. Satan created planet Earth with biorobots who didn't have immortal souls, but were perfect copies and clones of people, animals, and everything else that existed here, just as it would have been in real history.
  And that's why the Germans and their satellites truly broke through the front there. And the war raged... even starting a little earlier than June 22nd. Because, without British aid, Greece offered little resistance to Mussolini's troops and was captured as early as December 1940, and an anti-German rebellion orchestrated by British spies didn't erupt in Yugoslavia.
  So the invasion began on May 30th, as soon as the roads dried out. And of course, things were very bad for the USSR.
  The Germans were far superior in the air, and they bombed the Soviets constantly. And their southern flank proved stronger than in real history, where Rommel's genius shone.
  And Operation Barbarossa was implemented without a hitch. Moreover, unlike in real history, it was not necessary to turn German forces south. The German and Italian forces there had more infantry and tanks, and were able to carry out Operation Barbarossa's objectives independently.
  As a result, after the capture of Smolensk, von Bock's tank pincers rushed along the flanks, outflanking the Soviet forces, toward Moscow. And here the Red Army fared even worse.
  And the worst part is that it proved impossible to redeploy troops from Siberia and the Far East, since Japan had attacked the USSR. Indeed, if the US and Britain, with their numerous colonies and dominions, weren't fighting the Third Reich, why not seek territorial gains at the USSR's expense?
  After all, without the Third Reich, Japan alone would be hopeless in fighting the world's largest economy, the United States, and the largest power in terms of territory and population, with its colonies and dominions, Britain. But the USSR could easily be defeated by joining forces to fight the Third Reich, which had the potential of all of Europe.
  And we must take revenge for Khalkhin Gol and pay for the humiliation of the samurai. In short, the Japanese also struck the Far East and Siberia.
  The USSR was forced to wage war on two fronts. Without the Far Eastern divisions, it was impossible to stop the Wehrmacht. And there was no time to build a strong defensive line around Moscow. So the Nazis surrounded the Soviet capital and began the assault.
  Stalin, of course, fled Moscow. First to Kuibyshev. And then, when the Germans entered Stalingrad pursuing Soviet troops, even further.
  After the fall of Moscow, the Germans no longer encountered serious resistance. Soviet troops surrendered practically without a fight, and, in short, by mid-autumn, the Germans had reached the Kazan-Astrakhan line under Operation Barbarossa. They also occupied the Caucasus, along with Turkey. So the situation became critical.
  Stalin disappeared, vanishing into thin air. During the winter, the Japanese and Germans camped in the cities for a while to keep warm. But as soon as the weather warmed up, they resumed their advance.
  Stalin was ultimately poisoned by his own people. Beria and his accomplices signed a capitulation in exchange for guarantees of personal safety.
  Thus, the USSR became a colony of both the Third Reich and its satellites, as well as Japan. Hitler had had his share of conquests. He also gained control of most of Central Asia and Western Siberia. Thus, Satan's experiment demonstrated that Churchill was indeed the savior of the USSR.
  But not just Soviet Russia. No... Hitler took a little rest, digesting his conquests, and in 1945 he attacked Britain anyway. At that point, the Nazis had developed jet aircraft, a powerful submarine fleet, and hydrogen peroxide-powered submarines. They had developed more advanced E-series tanks, which Britain and the United States had no equal. And the navy was already built, with battleships and aircraft carriers. And Japan was right there.
  In short, a swift landing in Britain followed. And the Labour Party, which was in power at the time, was showing indecisiveness and weakness.
  And within a week, Britain was invaded without a declaration of war. And then the annexation of colonies began. A pro-German government, headed by the legitimate king, was installed in London, and adaptation began. Of course, Japan attacked the United States. And the Third Reich supported this.
  First, the Nazis captured Iceland, then began to move closer, through Greenland. And through there, they landed in Canada.
  The Americans missed the opportunity to create nuclear weapons.
  Taking advantage of this, the Germans and Japanese overran the United States. The Americans had no chance of victory. They were pressed from both sides. And by the summer of 1946, all of Canada and Alaska were captured. And then the fighting moved on to American soil itself.
  Hitler was jubilant. The Germans already had very powerful jet bombers without fuselages, and much more. The Third Reich's disc-shaped aircraft, a very formidable weapon, also took part in the battles. And there was no way to resist them. Plus tanks with gas turbine engines. And with shells with uranium cores and feathers, and active armor on vehicles, and high-pressure cannons.
  In short, the Americans were literally crushed. And given no chance.
  Philadelphia fell, then Chicago, and then other cities. In September, the Germans and their satellites captured New York and Washington. And on November 8, 1946, the remnants of the US Army surrendered.
  Thus ended this phase of the war, and the Statue of Liberty was torn down, replaced by a full-length figure of Hitler. Japan and the Third Reich then completed their conquest of Latin America, Australia, and New Zealand.
  And it seemed that, at last, lasting peace had come. But as the saying goes: Bolivar can't bear two. And Hitler didn't want to share world power with Hirohito. And so war broke out between the Third Reich and its satellites, against Japan. The Führer launched a nuclear strike on Japan and launched a massive offensive. And it was quite successful. Jet aircraft and combat discs were used extensively in the battles, which demonstrated their deadly nature. And things were bad for the Japanese. And yet the war lasted more than a year and cost both sides enormous losses. And then Japan fell.
  Thus, the Third Reich became a global empire. A cruel empire, but one with order and discipline. Hitler, despite wanting to be immortal, finally died in 1964. Before that, however, the Nazis had managed to fly to the Moon and Mars. Overall, life on Earth wasn't all that bad. After Hitler, vertical liberalization followed. All inhabitants of planet Earth received citizenship of the empire. Racial inequality mitigated. The persecution of Jews and Roma ceased. However, there were so few of them left that there was almost no one left to persecute. Some signs of a federation appeared-that's the story.
  So don't be too confident. You don't need to be a fortune teller to figure this out.
  Margarita, Azazello, and Avaddon completed the destruction of artificial intelligence and security robots in the United States. And returned once again to the confines of the Hell-Universe.
  They emerged in a special world... It was a planet in which all the seas, oceans, lakes, streams and rivers consisted of ethyl alcohol.
  Consequently, both flora and fauna were specific.
  There were flowers with buds that looked more like crocodile heads. Or like the predatory jaws of piranhas. And what else wasn't there. And the alcohol mushrooms were simply enormous. For example, the fly agarics were so big that a company of soldiers could hide under their caps.
  Creatures that resembled squids with twelve or fifteen tentacles, but with the heads of lions, were crawling along the surface.
  This is truly a living creature.
  Margarita landed on the purple grass, stamped her bare feet on it and asked:
  - Is there intelligent life here?
  Azazello shrugged his shoulders and replied:
  "I don't know, the Most High Messire created this world recently. Hell is growing and improving."
  Abaddon nodded:
  "And the number of sinners whose souls are sent to hell is growing. Although we, former angels of the Lord, still outnumber humans by many times. And the Most High Messir can create beings like us."
  Margarita rinsed her foot in the alcohol-soaked stream. She barely managed to pull it back. A cross between a snake and a fish leaped out, trying to bite her toe.
  The girl laughed and noted:
  - What a funny little animal!
  Azazello noted:
  - Look what's here?
  Margarita glanced. Indeed, there was a flower growing, with a mirror sticking out of its center. And its surface sparkled with a bluish sheen.
  The girl looked into it and, seeing her reflection, chirped:
  My light, mirror, tell me,
  Tell me the whole truth...
  Am I the fairest of all in the world?
  The most rosy and white?
  Suddenly a little voice rang out:
  You are beautiful Margarita,
  And the window to the worlds is open!
  Just less bragging,
  The mouse will tame the cat!
  The girl laughed and answered:
  - A mirror, like in a fairy tale, grows in a flower and talks!
  Azazello noted:
  "And all fairy tales are a reflection of reality. That's their deepest meaning."
  Abaddon nodded, slapping his diamond-spurred boot into a puddle of alcohol.
  - Exactly! Although, what comes first, human fantasies or their embodiment in Hell, is a hotly debated topic!
  Margarita noted:
  - But many people, especially children, are terrified of Hell. But in reality, it's not scary at all. Quite the opposite, in fact, it's fun and cool!
  Then a small gnome with a funny hat appeared, jumping out like a jack-in-the-box, and squeaked:
  - Did you call me?
  Azazello muttered:
  - No!
  Abaddon bared his teeth:
  - We can even strike with lightning!
  Margarita exclaimed:
  - Don't scare the boy! He hasn't done us any harm. What is your name, little one?
  The gnome replied:
  - My name is Cool!
  The girl laughed and squealed:
  - This is really good! A beautiful name.
  Abaddon grinned and noted:
  - So what, Cool? Maybe you can make wishes come true?
  The gnome squeaked:
  - Only the smallest ones. I don't have much magical power.
  Azazello muttered:
  - Then give me a bottle of Napoleon cognac with a lamb appetizer in sauce. I hope you have enough strength for that?
  The gnome blinked his eyes and replied:
  - I don"t know what Napoleon cognac is. How can you give away something you don"t know?
  Azazello exclaimed:
  - Brilliant!
  Margarita asked:
  - Do you know what ice cream is?
  The gnome nodded:
  - I know that!
  The girl asked:
  - Then make us each a serving of chocolate ice cream.
  Abaddon muttered:
  - Chocolate-covered ice cream? That's for kids. My partner and I would rather have ice cream with cognac, or, if you don't know what cognac is, then with spirits!
  Gromik smiled and replied:
  "I know what cognac is. But I don't know what Napoleon cognac is or who created it. Would you like some cognac ice cream?"
  The demons roared:
  - Come on, faster!
  The gnome noted:
  - First you must solve the riddle.
  The highest servants of Satan roared:
  - What do you mean!
  And they were about to strike with lightning. But Margarita cried out:
  - Let him make a wish! It's even more fun.
  The gnome squeaked and chirped:
  - What is sharper than a needle, without it food is bland?
  Azazello muttered:
  - What a stupid question!
  Margarita replied:
  - No, it's a simple question. It's the pepper! Without it, the food really is bland.
  The gnome squeaked:
  - Here you go, here you go!
  A magic wand flashed in his hand. And gilded wine glasses appeared. Margarita had chocolate ice cream, and Azello and Avadon had cognac. And they burst out laughing.
  After which they began eating ice cream with spoons they had conjured themselves, which sparkled like platinum. The demons and she-devil were cheerful. And Margarita deliberately splashed, trying to splash the ethyl alcohol.
  The gnome asked:
  - Maybe you want something else? To be transported to the city?
  Azazello chuckled and replied:
  - What's the point? We can move around ourselves.
  Abaddon nodded:
  - Even at speeds exceeding the speed of light!
  The gnome noted:
  - Depends on where... You might not find a city on this planet. It's hidden in the fifth dimension.
  Margarita giggled:
  - We are talking about the fifth dimension... Although, let him move it, it will be very interesting.
  Azazello noted:
  "He could move us so much it'll be a real pain. Maybe it's better to do it on our own?"
  Abaddon roared:
  - We have such powers that we are not our own masters in Hell!
  The gnome squeaked:
  - I dare not detain you any longer.
  And he was about to disappear, when suddenly, like a flashlight flaring in the darkness, Gella appeared. The vampire girl gurgled:
  - Well, what are you having fun here?
  Abaddon muttered:
  - When there's no civilization, there's not much to do! Why not?
  Gella answered with a sweet look:
  China has become incredibly powerful. It's laying claim to global hegemony. Especially when the US is struggling with its presidential system and Russia is bogged down in the war in Ukraine. That might be fine, but India has its own problems, too. Especially since they're currently going through elections and a change of government.
  Margarita nodded:
  "I understand, my Darkest Father wants us to destroy China more thoroughly. So that he won't be the hegemon!"
  Azazello noted:
  "China has a very large population and a totalitarian political system. In this regard, it's potentially more dangerous than the US, or even than the USSR was. I understand the threat it poses in terms of world domination!"
  Abaddon noted:
  "China is home to the largest number of atheists, and anyone outside of God is also outside of Satan. Oddly enough, it's more acceptable for us to believe in Hell."
  Gella objected:
  - It doesn't matter! The atheists go to Hell, like all sinners, and become subjects of Satan. In that regard, it makes no difference to us. The main thing is that China doesn't achieve world domination.
  Azazello muttered:
  - If anything happens, we will show these slant-eyed ones our hellish power!
  Abaddon roared:
  The order was given to raze Beijing to the ground,
  The great power of the army of the underworld...
  Let the cherub hover over us,
  Sea of punishment from the Lord Satan!
  Gella and Margarita held hands. One girl, with gold leaf-colored hair, wore only a bikini, while the other was completely naked. Both witches smiled, revealing their fangs. Now that was a real gang, they sang:
  By the power of Satan's hell,
  The veil was torn off...
  And the sacred sword of war -
  Cut down the enemies!
  And both girls stamped their bare, sculpted feet, creating a tsunami of alcohol. It looked quite impressive.
  The gnome chirped:
  This is such beauty,
  You tore the cat to pieces!
  Abaddon and Azazello clenched their fists. And then another character appeared-Fagot, formerly known as Korovin. He appeared suddenly, clad in knightly armor, glittering with raven silver, with diamond spurs, and mounted on a fiery chestnut horse.
  Fagot had a sword in one hand and a magic wand in the other. He was truly an aggressive character.
  Although, it's funny, too. Just like the fun he and Begemot had in Moscow back then. True, burning down houses isn't the best idea. Especially a foreign currency store with all sorts of hard-to-find items and delicacies. They offended Muscovites back then, at a time when food and other consumer goods were in dire shortages. Not like now, when even war doesn't affect Moscow, except for the exorbitant prices.
  A group of five gathered - three demons and two witch girls, and quite strong ones at that.
  They lined up in a pentagram and began to sing in chorus:
  By the power of Hell we will conquer China,
  Let's make the universe more beautiful...
  There will be a paradise on the planet,
  Our Lucifer team!
  
  And when Beijing burns to the ground,
  We will crush any army...
  Let there be a black cherub above us,
  It's too late for people to fight Satan!
  
  Hell will never lose,
  After all, such powers are contained...
  Here's what you'll get, know this is the deal,
  Demons are crawling out of the grave!
  
  The devil will save the underworld,
  All who are daring in battle will be torn to pieces,
  We will open a stormy account of victories,
  The three-headed dog barks ferociously!
  CHAPTER No 7.
  A team of children, led by Ares, Phobos, and Countess Alice, attacked the elven castle. After the previous battle, the wounded and dead were revived with the help of a magic crystal. And the team of sinners, in children's bodies, climbed the walls using their bare toes and hands, like spiders.
  The boys participated in the assaults and rose first. Most of the castle's fighters were elves, twelve females to one male. The girls were very beautiful, wearing only bikinis. Barefoot, they hurled poisonous needles, boomerangs, and daggers at the advancing children, prisoners of Hell.
  The battle was fierce and competitive, and yet extremely entertaining. Blood splattered, and puddles of bare feet splashed across the ground, from children to beautiful elven women.
  But Ares personally chopped off the head of a young elf. Elves are handsome young men, but their faces are too delicate, like those of young women. And these creatures of Hell are eternally youthful and smell wonderful. And why not, it's more pleasant to fight with beauty?
  Ares, for example, fought the hordes of Genghis Khan in one of the alternate planets created by Messir. There, he, along with Fob-Davout, Alice, and Natasha, another girl who was the famous Princess Tarakanova in a past life, attacked the monster's horde.
  And they weren't just facing Mongols, but orcs as well. Two boys and two girls snapped their bare toes, and pulsars flew at their enemies. They slammed into the horde, piercing its ranks. Then the children swung their swords, which lengthened, cutting through the ranks and crowds of ugly bears. They cleaved them in half, or severed their heads, causing reddish-brown blood to splatter.
  These four kids took on this with such gusto. A total slaughter ensued.
  First, they swept through the orcs with swords. Then hyperblasters appeared in the hands of the boys and girls. And they took them and lashed out. And let loose deadly beams that cut and sawed through the orcs, and chunks of flesh smoked, and fur burned, and more deadly things would follow.
  And whole mounds of corpses, burnt and charred, lay around.
  Ares took and sang:
  Glory to Satanism, glory,
  We'll put an end to the orcs...
  Great Hell's power,
  Makes a furious detour!
  And the children began to act with even greater energy and force. They slashed with swords and launched pulsars from their bare, round heels. They struck down and burned orcs to ashes. Now this was truly a showdown and a joyride. A truly lethal effect.
  And the ashes are blown...
  But that's not much of a joke... But in this game they captured the castle from the elves.
  The captive elves washed the boys' slightly dusty feet. Music played. And roses fell from above.
  Ares and Phobos-Davu pulled out their tablets and started playing computer games. In the Hell-Universe, electronic technology is even better than on Earth. And then a large hologram flashed.
  Two eternal boys prefer Star Wars. The military economy is developed by an advisor, i.e., artificial intelligence, while the children of the underworld fight on their own, and they have fun.
  And so the war begins. The smaller spaceships are the first to enter the fray. Some are cutters, others destroyers, and even brigantines. And they begin exchanging shots and missile launches and deadly beams that melt armor and shatter turrets.
  And this is interesting and deadly, although it is all just bits and pieces of information.
  Phobos-Davout noted:
  "It's good that technology is developing in the underworld. That's what was missing in the first years of Hell. It's so much fun here now!"
  Ares replied with a smile:
  - Yes, here you can consider every day a holiday. As they say, there will be great days here.
  Countess Alice exclaimed:
  -Cool things are happening... Space battle is the most exciting!
  The battles are intense, and new starships are being churned out. Heavier cruisers, frigates, and grand frigates are joining the fray. And then come battleships, dreadnoughts, and, finally, battleships. These are formidable ships.
  A space battleship has thousands of crew members and tens of thousands of robots. Virtual, of course. But they can show them in real life, close-up.
  Here are barefoot girls running down the hallway in nothing but bikinis. And it looks incredibly beautiful. And the girls have such colorful hairstyles. There are white ones, and blue ones, and red ones, and yellow ones, and even emerald ones.
  This is truly a run. And the flames catch the girls by the bare heels. And they squeal and start moaning.
  This is truly beautiful.
  Ares, in general, is a confident space fighter. He once had a mission in a really cool virtual world.
  More precisely, on one of the planets created by Satan in the Underworld, the Nazis acquired an ace pilot, and Ares was supposed to play his role. And why shouldn't the demon boy try? Since the Germans were the losing side in real history, the lord decided to let his grandson of Lucifer play the role of the Third Reich. And would something more interesting come out of it?
  Ares first flew to Egypt and began fighting the British air force. He began shooting down dozens of planes a day. Within a month, he had shot down over two hundred enemy aircraft and received a prestigious award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  It seemed that a single pilot, even one with such exceptional abilities, could not turn the tide of the war, but Ares performed a miracle-he shot down the plane carrying the best and most talented British commander, Montgomery. And this renowned commander died. As a result, when Rommel launched his offensive in Egypt at the end of August 1942, it was crowned with complete success.
  The British were routed, Alexandria fell. German troops, building on their success, were able to cross the Suez Canal and enter Iraq. They immediately occupied it with the support of the local population, and also captured Kuwait.
  Stalin, frightened by the threat of a German invasion of the Caucasus from the south, redeployed Soviet troops and attempted to recapture Iraq. But this provoked a conflict with Turkey. A million-strong Ottoman army entered the war.
  The Turks took Batumi and surrounded Yerevan, and also cut off Soviet troops in Iraq.
  Ares didn't just fight in the air. He switched to the Focke-Wulf, which boasted stronger armament and armor, and attacked both air and ground targets.
  For three hundred aircraft shot down, the boy was the first in the Third Reich to receive the Order of War Merit with Diamonds. For four hundred, he was awarded the Order of the German Eagle with Diamonds. And for the five hundred and fifth class, he was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  In addition, the boy ace destroyed many more ground targets, tanks, artillery, weapons depots, trucks, and much more.
  Including a British aircraft carrier and two cruisers. Ares bombed them. The thing is, the remarkable Focke-Wulf could also drop bombs. And that's its cool feature.
  Turkey's entry into the war complicated the USSR's situation. To prevent the front from collapsing, some troops had to be withdrawn from the Stalingrad sector, particularly from the flanks where a counteroffensive was planned, and redeployed to the Transcaucasian front. This was truly a drastic move. Thus, at the end of November, Stalingrad was abandoned by Soviet troops. The Germans, however, finally took control.
  And the situation turned out to be dire. Ares continued to fight on the German side. For seven hundred and fifty aircraft shot down, he was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and diamonds. And to that, he also claimed hundreds of tanks and other vehicles.
  Hitler wanted to seize Baku oil. But he lacked the strength. Soviet troops advanced in the center along the Rzhev-Sychovsky axis. They were unsuccessful, but they managed to draw off some German forces.
  Ares, however, moved eastward. And they called him the white devil, for how swift and deadly he was to all his enemies.
  And he fired a Focke-Wulf with the latest thirty-millimeter cannon at Soviet aircraft, tanks, and self-propelled guns. Ares became a fearsome warrior, destroying hundreds of aircraft a month. And he was feared. Stalin personally placed a bounty of one million gold rubles on his head.
  For a thousand aircraft shot down, the boy-terminator received a unique award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords, and diamonds. And for a thousand tanks destroyed, the young warrior also received a platinum Luftwaffe Cup with diamonds.
  Ares also achieved the rank of general, despite looking like a twelve-year-old child. But everyone feared him, and he was elusive.
  In the spring, the Germans bolstered their forces through total warfare. They acquired new tanks: the Panther and the Tiger. Hitler was persuaded to abandon production of the Lion tank, as it was too heavy at ninety tons, and its gun had a slower rate of fire than the Tiger's. Even the Panthers and Tigers often broke down, to say nothing of heavier vehicles.
  In June, the offensive began in the Caucasus. And then Ares, while continuing to destroy Soviet aircraft, also began to engage ground artillery. The boy-terminator mostly fired at the gun barrels. One shot, one hit.
  He switched to the more powerful experimental ME-309, which was armed with five aircraft cannons; machine guns were replaced with 30-millimeter cannons in this model. Two of these aircraft were built, and he, his bare heels flashing, darted from one to the other, constantly taking to the skies, crushing Soviet troops. Both artillery and self-propelled guns were under crushing attack.
  And the bare fingers of the boy, the Devil's grandson, pressed buttons and destroyed a ton of equipment. For shooting down two thousand aircraft, he was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaves, swords, and diamonds. He truly was the greatest of aces, unmatched.
  So Pokryshkin tried to argue with him, and the little devil shot him down from three kilometers away with a 30-millimeter cannon, without further ado. Pokryshkin was badly burned and spent three months in the hospital. Stalin was all for it and increased the reward for Ares's head to three million rubles.
  They tried to poison the boy several times, but Satan's grandson had a keen sense of the poisons, and they had no effect on him. And you can't kill the little devil so easily. He's truly a terminator boy.
  The Germans, thanks to this monster, made significant progress. The Ferdinand self-propelled gun also took part in the fighting. Unlike in real life, it didn't fall victim to an artillery ambush, as the boy-terminator managed to destroy the 203-millimeter guns. As a result, the Soviet defensive line was completely breached. The Nazis surrounded and captured Astrakhan.
  After which, the group of Soviet troops in the Caucasus was doomed.
  Things were going well on the Eastern Front.
  But American troops did land in Morocco alongside the British. The Allies had achieved some successes in the Pacific sector of the front. And this, of course, had an impact. Both Churchill and Roosevelt understood that they couldn't allow the USSR to be crushed, otherwise they themselves would suffer greatly. And so they tried to help.
  But landing troops in France was too risky. Especially since the Nazi submarine fleet had grown and become more active. It sank more ships than Britain and the United States combined.
  It should be noted that German submarines were of superior quality to their Soviet, British, and American counterparts. New experimental hydrogen peroxide-powered submarines began to appear. They were now shaped like deep-sea fish, meaning they were very streamlined, and their speed reached thirty-five knots. This was quite a speed for a submarine fleet.
  But the Allies were still able to land around 200,000 American and British troops in Morocco. They then launched an offensive on Algeria. The Germans, however, only had enough reserves to stop their advance in Tunisia. They even had to strip their troops in France, and replace some of the Yugoslav forces with Bulgarian and Italian units.
  But in the fall, the Nazis, along with the Turks, finished off the Soviet troops in the Caucasus. Baku fell at the end of November. While the troops were still capable of defending themselves, they surrendered. The Sturmtiger, a vehicle with a powerful 380-millimeter rocket launcher, was tested in combat. And it made a terrible impression. And it hastened the fall of Baku.
  Thus, the Caucasus came under German control.
  But in the winter, the Germans decided against further attacking the USSR and made the generally sensible decision to drive the Allies out of Africa. Significant new forces were transferred there.
  Since September, the Panther-2 and Tiger-2 tanks have appeared in the Third Reich"s production line. The first tank was lighter and faster, so it was transferred to the desert.
  And the boy-terminator Ares transferred to this front. And he began to crush the British and Americans in the skies again, as well as their ground forces on the ground. For three thousand downed aircraft, the young warrior was awarded the Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Platinum Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  American Shermans were roughly comparable to Soviet T-34s, and their optics were even better, as was their visibility, plus they had a hydrostabilizer device that increased the accuracy of fire on the move.
  And their little terminator destroyed them. The British Churchill was also quite good. To penetrate hatch covers, the German ME-309 used an aircraft cannon with a higher muzzle velocity. True, it was heavier and had a lower rate of fire, but it could hit from a long distance.
  In the winter, Rommel dealt a crushing blow to the British and Americans. They lost over 100,000 captured and tens of thousands killed and wounded, and Algeria and Morocco were cleared of Allied troops.
  Moreover, the Germans began to approach the equator. In particular, the Congo, with its large uranium reserves, was especially tempting. And troops were penetrating there. Ares continued to fight.
  Germany suspended military operations against the USSR for the time being. Time was needed to restore the destroyed oil wells in Baku and gain access to generous supplies of gasoline and other fuels.
  The USSR, too, after suffering heavy losses in battle and the loss of the Caucasus, was consolidating its strength. In particular, it focused on producing new tanks-the IS-2 and T-34-85-which were intended for offensive use. During the winter, the Red Army limited itself to small offensive operations near Leningrad and in the center. But there were no successes, and hostilities ceased.
  The Germans, meanwhile, waged an active offensive in Africa throughout the winter and spring. They were attempting to take control of the entire African continent. And the front lines remained calm.
  So Hitler changed his mind about Africa and decided that capturing both its natural and human resources was crucial to continuing the war. Especially black people, who were excellent, obedient, and easily trained slaves. And yet, this was a war of economies.
  So Ares fought the Americans and the British. The boy ran around all over Africa. And by early summer, the Germans had already reached South Africa. And Ares received a special award for four thousand downed aircraft: the Knight's Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and blue diamonds. Another degree of the highest award, specially created for the young devil.
  But on June 22, 1944, Soviet troops launched a major offensive in the Rzhev-Sychovsky direction - Operation Bagration. The Soviet troops unleashed massive masses of tanks, including the latest T-34-85 and IS-2 tanks, and deployed a large number of attack aircraft.
  The Nazis, of course, also had their share of changes. Jet aircraft appeared, though still imperfect. But they were very fast and rapidly improving. Among propeller-driven aircraft, the TA-152, an evolution of the Focke-Wulf family, was quite good. It boasted excellent flight characteristics and a powerful armament-six cannons, two of which were 30-millimeter. It also boasted a versatile design. It could be used both as an attack aircraft and as a frontline bomber. And it literally overwhelmed Soviet troops.
  Nevertheless, in the very first days of the offensive, Soviet troops broke through the well-prepared defenses and penetrated the German positions. And then Ares was urgently recalled from Africa. And the boy-terminator was back on the Eastern Front. And he was given a TA-152, albeit with more powerful armament, all six of which were 30-millimeter cannons. The aircraft's speed of 760 kilometers per hour, quite respectable for a propeller-driven aircraft, was reduced, but its lethality increased.
  And the little devil took up Soviet tanks, especially the Isa tanks, and airplanes too. The USSR had plenty of them, producing over a hundred a day. True, it must be said that due to problems with duralumin supplies, the launch of the more advanced Yak-3 fighter was delayed, and for now, the Yak-9 remained the most widely produced. And there were also problems with the LA-7's production launch. There were interruptions in Lend-Lease supplies, and then there was the fuel shortage following the loss of Caucasian oil.
  And, of course, Ares raged. So fiercely and furiously that tank crews perished under his blows like ants from a flamethrower. And the air force suffered, too. And by mid-July, for five thousand downed aircraft and thousands of destroyed ground targets, Ares was awarded the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  And it's cool that the Fuhrer himself came up with new awards for you, little devil.
  And so the Soviet offensive was halted. Then the Panther-2 and Tiger-2 tanks launched counterattacks. Unlike in reality, the Panther-2 had a 900-horsepower engine, while the Tiger-2 had a 1,000-horsepower engine. These vehicles were also armed with an 88-millimeter gun with a 71EL barrel length. They also had good frontal armor, superior to Soviet tanks.
  So the counterattacks were powerful. The Panther II became the main German tank. Weighing in at fifty-three tons, it boasted 150-millimeter sloped frontal turret armor, 120-millimeter sloped hull armor, and 60-millimeter sloped sides for both the turret and hull. Its 900-horsepower engine gave it a road speed of up to 60 kilometers (37 miles) and generally acceptable ergonomics. Moreover, this tank, being heavier than the Soviet IS-2-fifty-three tons versus forty-six-was considered a medium tank. What a paradox. Yet, not long ago, the Panzerwaffe considered the T-4, weighing twenty tons, a heavy tank.
  These are the paradoxes we encounter. The standard Panther and T-4 have not yet been discontinued, lest the tank's mass production decline sharply. And in July, the regular Tiger was discontinued. It served the Wehrmacht well. Among the lighter vehicles, the E-10 self-propelled gun stands out-small and light, just 1.4 meters tall. But Hitler wasn't particularly interested. The Führer was drawn to heavier, more powerful vehicles, such as the E-100. However, a new generation of E-series tanks is under development. They are expected to be more powerful in terms of armament, armor, and engines, while at the same time reducing their silhouette and keeping their weight down.
  For now, however, that's all there is. By early August, Soviet troops had retreated to their initial positions. Then the Germans themselves launched an offensive from Rzhev and the northern Leningrad region, forming a cauldron.
  And the Nazi troops were advancing in converging directions. A breakthrough was underway. And the Ares was firing at the Soviet troops, primarily artillery. It was devastating. The Nazi tanks were tearing forward. The Lev-2 saw action for the first time. It utilized a unique arrangement for German tank design: the transmission and engine were combined in a single block at the front, with the turret shifted to the rear. This allowed for a lower hull height, giving the tank a lower, more compact silhouette. As a result, the vehicle weighed the same as the Panther-2, at fifty-three tons, but had thicker frontal armor-150 millimeters at a 45-degree angle, eighty-two millimeters of side armor, and a more powerful 105-millimeter 70 EL gun. The turret's frontal thickness, thanks to the gun mantlet, reached 240 millimeters-a terrifying tank.
  The Soviet troops couldn't hold out, and the cauldron closed in. But at the same time, the front line straightened out. That's the situation that arose.
  True, autumn had arrived. The Nazis attempted to advance on Saratov.
  And they managed to approach this city. But the fighting for it dragged on.
  Near Moscow, the Nazis reached the Mozhaisk line of defense, but were stopped there. Hitler feared winter and, after the snow began to fall, did not dare advance further.
  But the Nazis decided to seize air superiority. The advent of the Arado jet bomber gave them that capability. Furthermore, the long-awaited four-engine Ju-488 and six-engine TA-400 finally entered production.
  By the winter of 1944 and 1945, they were already in production, and alongside Arado jet bombers, they mercilessly ravaged the Soviet defenses. The Nazis pounded factories, cities, and bases across Russia. The Ju-488 and TA-400 could bomb in the Urals and beyond.
  Particularly unpleasant were the attacks by jet bombers, which Soviet fighters couldn't even catch. The Germans didn't even equip them with defensive armament, relying on their speed. This was also a cost-saving measure: the aircraft was lighter and could carry more bombs.
  The Nazis' bombs weren't just ordinary ones, they were radio-controlled. And that, let's just say, was a cool innovation. The first German guided bombs were on thin wires and had wings. But something better could have come along.
  The Ju-488 had very powerful propeller engines and a relatively small wing area, allowing it to reach speeds of up to seven hundred kilometers per hour. This was a hundred kilometers faster than the Yak-9, Yak-3, and La-5; only the La-7, at 685 kilometers per hour, could catch it, and even then, only occasionally. The TA-400 wasn't as fast, but it had powerful defensive armament-thirteen 30-millimeter cannons each, and seven hundred kilograms of high-quality armor. So you couldn't take it down with your bare hands. That's truly colossal power.
  Plus, it was planned to install jet engines on the TA-400, and then it would also be out of reach of Soviet aircraft.
  So, anti-aircraft guns became the primary means of combating Nazi aircraft. The newest ones were 100mm and quite good, but they couldn't be deployed everywhere, especially over such a large area.
  The Nazis also had V-35 rockets. But, unlike in real life, they weren't widely used. The high cost, especially of ballistic missiles, and their low accuracy made them ineffective. Wouldn't high-speed bombers, especially jets, be better? The use of the Arado demonstrated that they were nearly impossible to shoot down with anti-aircraft guns, and even impossible for British and American aircraft to catch up with. So, although V-35 rockets were produced and tested, and they saw combat use, they weren't used on a large scale.
  Among jet aircraft, the ME-163 rocket-powered fighter was a good one. It was a small, tailless fighter that was very difficult to hit, and it was much cheaper than the ME-262, which was still underdeveloped and often crashed, and cost as much as five ME-109s. However, the aircraft's shortcoming was its short flight time-just six minutes and one minute to climb. However, German designers managed to increase its flight time to fifteen minutes, making it suitable for combat use, especially against Britain, which is not far from France.
  The Nazis took complete control of Africa in the winter of 1944 and 1945.
  The Germans remained on the defensive during the freezing weather. Stalin attempted a major offensive in the center to push the front line away from Moscow.
  And on January 20, 1945, a major offensive began-Operation Rumyantsev. But the front line was roughly flat, with no protrusions, making it very difficult to get caught and stuck.
  Ares was, as always, in top form. The eternally youthful devil managed to increase his tally to seven and a half thousand aircraft, for which he received the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. Now that was a true super ace.
  Soviet troops advanced very slowly, advancing fifteen to twenty kilometers along a broad front line during the month and a half of the offensive. In March, the Nazis launched counterattacks, and the Soviet troops retreated to their original positions.
  After which stabilization occurred.
  The Führer received intelligence that the United States was developing a very powerful atomic bomb. And that a single such device could destroy entire cities.
  And Hitler decided that he should first capture Britain to prevent attacks on Germany from its territory. And then Iceland. Then the United States, even with nuclear weapons at its disposal, would not be able to reach Berlin and the major cities of the Third Reich.
  So, for now, the Germans dug in. Their primary focus was on capturing Britain. For combat, the Nazis even acquired miniature submarines with only one crew member. The E-10 self-propelled gun was thus improved. It now only carried two crew members, positioned prone, and its height was reduced to 1.2 meters, while its engine was mounted transversely, producing 550 horsepower. With a weight of ten tons, 550 horsepower translates into a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour. It's a very good breakthrough self-propelled gun, but very difficult to hit. Its heavily sloped armor plates allow shells to ricochet, despite its armor being only 82 millimeters thick. The side armor is 52 millimeters thick, plus the rollers. But try hitting it at that speed and with such a low silhouette.
  This self-propelled gun was immediately put into production because it can be deployed using landing modules, meaning it can be dropped from above and by parachute.
  The relatively small caliber of the 75mm gun, with a barrel length of 48 EL, is compensated for by a high-quality projectile with a uranium core. It's also a very good airdrop vehicle. There's also the smaller E-5, armed with an aircraft cannon and a single crew member. It's like a fighter with a small fighter in a prone position. If a vehicle with seven or eight firing points can be controlled by one person, why can't a self-propelled gun do the same? This offers a number of advantages, including saving space in the vehicle where the crew resides.
  And the gun, of course, has automatic loading.
  The Germans are also putting it into production. And the E-25 is a heavier and more powerful self-propelled gun, but still very agile. And the first gas turbine engines are already in production. They are more compact and powerful than diesel and carburetor engines.
  And at the same time, special types of transmissions controlled by joysticks are being developed. And they say the Nazis were obscurantists, but they invented such things.
  Plus, there are Belontse discs. These are flying saucers, or flying discs. Successful tests were conducted in February. The machine reached twice the speed of sound. And that's absolutely fantastic. While they're still improving it, they're truly ready for production.
  The USSR is also developing some new things. The Pershing tank entered production in the US. In Britain, in addition to the Churchill, there's also the Tortilla, a self-propelled gun weighing eighty tons. It has a fairly powerful 94-millimeter gun with a long barrel, 230-millimeter frontal armor, and 170-millimeter side armor. It's also quite powerful. And the Challenger tank, with its seventeen-foot gun.
  Hitler was preparing to land in Britain, but Stalin launched a new offensive in the center on April 15. The operation bore the rather pretentious name of "Operation Alexander Suvorov," and large forces were thrown into it. So for now, the Nazis were forced to hold the line. And Ares once again demonstrated his diabolical skill and satanic powers.
  CHAPTER No 8.
  So, the five servants of Satan began their punitive campaign against China. Margarita and Gella, barefoot, launched fiery pulsars using their rings. And they struck hard. The Chinese guards scattered in all directions. Then Azazello, Avaddon, and Fagot entered the fray. They rained down devastating bolts of lightning and hyperplasmic blasts upon the enemy. Now that's destruction. This time, Margarita didn't launch a virus. The servants of Hell came to completely destroy all control systems and electronics of the Chinese army, and to undermine the power of that state.
  That's how the demons hit the computers, including launching pulsars at the central one, and then they also struck the communications with lightning.
  The guards also suffered, being blasted with rays of hellish death. The slain Chinese soldiers fell, and their souls flew from their shattered bodies. Such was the annihilation of total death.
  Margarita bared her teeth. And then she whistled... The Chinese soldiers slammed their heads together. And so she cracked their skulls into bloody splinters.
  Her bare feet were extremely nimble and extremely fast.
  And they hurl deadly pulsars and destruction. And then the walls collapse, and a girl with a powerful impact takes action. Now that's really cool. And Gella began to add to and destroy the Chinese.
  And both girls whistled again, and their hellish impact was very harsh. And dark days began for China.
  So the she-devils dispersed. And at the same time, the demons joined in. They pounded with searing streams of energy. And they destroyed everything so aggressively and with such scope.
  And then a trinity appeared on the surface: Ares, Phobos-Davu, and Alice. Those child terminators. And they just went and struck with ball lightning. Right at the military bases of the Chinese People's Army. They covered the airfield, and a couple hundred planes suddenly burst into flames. After which their wings and tails started falling off. And a dozen Chinese tanks suddenly flew into the air and flipped over. Now that was truly amazing. And the children's team started singing:
  Devil, devil, devil save me,
  We will fight for the dream...
  Give us, give us swords in our hands,
  I'll blow off the enemy's head!
  And they'll fire at the Chinese helicopters. They just took them and blew them to pieces, that's a satanic command.
  You can see how the steel birds are torn apart and flipped over. And how their aluminum wings are broken.
  Ares, Phobos, and Alice have nothing against China, but this country is far too powerful. And by becoming a global hegemon, it could bring about the plagues of God and the second coming of Christ. When the Almighty said, "I come quickly," this doesn't mean quickly in human terms. For a thousand years to the Lord are as one day. In this regard, of course, one shouldn't think that everything will be decided overnight. But China's global hegemony could also be considered the power of the Beast. And the False Prophet could be anyone: Russia, the United States, the Anglo-American Union, or any other state association in principle.
  And not a state one either. There will also be an interpretation of the horns in Daniel's vision. And a host of future paradoxes.
  Ares had no desire to go into the lake of fire and brimstone, and he preferred to play pranks, even in such an evil way.
  And Phobos-Davu, too. He enjoyed being a mischievous boy, which was actually quite fun. No worries, no troubles, and plenty of entertainment. And not just in the Hell-Universe. Especially since the underworld turned out to be quite fun.
  Alice didn't want the end of the world either. And it's extremely difficult to become righteous, and just try to reach the level of salvation. The Chinese certainly don't have that. And they're heading straight to Hell.
  The child monsters were very aggressive. And the entire Chinese military base was engulfed in flames. It exploded, burned, and detonated. Debris was scattered all over the airfield. It was a deadly impact.
  Ares sang:
  The bald dog barks angrily,
  The whole universe is suffering...
  Bombs are falling, rockets,
  The face of the planet lit up!
  The boy took the deadly pulsar and launched it with his bare toes. It flew past and struck the enemy. The helicopters' wreckage scattered.
  Phobos-Davu cried out, crushing the Chinese with furious force:
  - For Holy Rus', for young blood!
  Alice giggled and noted:
  - We'll show our aggressive side. And our positive side too!
  Children slapped their bare feet, and buildings in Shanghai began to collapse from the powerful earthquake. And how the naked ones stamped,
  pink, calloused feet of boys and girls - everything literally shakes, and the skyscrapers of the largest city fall.
  Ares roared:
  We will destroy Shanghai to the ground,
  And the Great Satan himself is with us!
  Phobos-Davout exclaimed:
  - Yes, there will never be Chinese world hegemony!
  Alice added:
  - Let's have a multipolar world!
  And the monster children sang in chorus:
  - Give it! Give it! Our satanic - give it!
  And then suddenly a motorcyclist appeared, emerging like an angel from the darkness. He wasn't alone; helicopters were flying behind him. But the speed the motorcycle was reaching was comparable to a fighter jet.
  Ares exclaimed:
  - Wow! Another relative, but from the wrong side!
  Alice added:
  - I feel the power of God from him!
  The monster kids tried to hit the motorcycle with pulsars from their wands and using artifacts on their bare toes.
  There was an explosion, like an atomic bomb, so deadly and destructive. And several high-rise buildings collapsed at once, like houses of cards.
  The motorcyclist stopped. His helmet flew off. A face emerged, seemingly a girl's, so delicate and beautiful was it, with thick, long golden hair. Only the figure was masculine, and the streamlined suit didn't hide the defined muscles. The handsome youth waved his hand, and the ruined buildings magically reappeared.
  Ares exclaimed:
  - Let's get out of here! It's the Archangel's Son!
  The monster children spun around. A fiery hole appeared in the ground, and they dove into the depths of Hell. Yuri Petukhov saw it all clearly as they spun. But he didn't dare shoot or strike the children with lightning. Although it was clear they were real devils.
  But when little, pink, childish heels flash by, you'd have to be a monster to kick them. And he seems to be on the side of good.
  China has not restored military facilities; after all, it is a competitor for Russia that is becoming increasingly powerful and despotic.
  And the demons have created chaos underground. Such a showdown. It weakens China. And a strong neighbor with thousands of kilometers of land border with Russia is not needed.
  But it was time to deal with the demons. Yuri rushed toward the underground shelter. He was too late, though. Almost all of the Chinese armed forces' electronics had been destroyed.
  The young man crossed the dirt and concrete and found himself next to the five. Those five, two girls in varying states of undress, and three demons were about to rise to the surface to wreak havoc on China. And wreak colossal destruction.
  But before them stood a young man with an athletic figure. His face was very handsome, and his golden hair fluttered in the wind.
  Margarita thought: how similar they were. And she took a step toward the young man. Yuri was taken aback. The devil-girl pulled him to her and touched her lips to his. And he felt a heat in all his loins. And they joined, curve for curve... And colossal energy flowed between them.
  The demonic and the divine merged. But... As if antimatter colliding with ordinary matter, annihilation occurred unexpectedly. And then it exploded. Both the devil girl and the angel boy were thrown in opposite directions. And it was as if a powerful atomic bomb had exploded. Three demons and two devil girls were caught up in a powerful hurricane, or rather a tornado, which carried them straight down into the Hell-Universe. And it was such an incredible vortex between dimensions.
  Yuri, the Archangel's son, was also thrown back and slightly scorched, his handsome face blistered in places. Clearly, the Archangel's son and Satan's daughter truly cannot be together and love.
  How everything shook and cracked. And the underground communications of the Chinese People's Army finally collapsed. And the computer center was literally buried.
  Margarita passed out from the intense shock... She fell onto a silvery snowdrift and sank into a deep sleep.
  The girl dreamed of something unusual.
  Yuri, that angelic youth, grinned in response and reached out to the radiant blonde:
  - What should I do? Maybe make love?
  Margarita, who herself wanted this extremely, suddenly bared her teeth fiercely and croaked:
  - Don't stretch your arms - you'll stretch your legs!
  The young angel chirped in mock nervousness:
  - Oh, how touchy we are!
  And he looked at the naked, honey-blond devil. Judging by the twitching of her ears, the young angel's desire to possess the beauty was strong. And Yuri Petukhov grinned, his right palm beginning to glow.
  Margarita felt a pleasant burning sensation in her lower abdomen and a stirring of feminine desire. It was as if a meeting with a partner possessing colossal energy and allure awaited her. The devilish girl desperately longed for a man's hands to embrace her and knead her aroused breasts, for her scarlet nipples to swell, for a languor to course through her body. And for male perfection to fill the aroused and swelling cavern of Venus.
  A voluptuous moan emanated from the lips of the former devil girl, Margarita, her hips swayed, and she leaned toward the angelic youth. He tenderly kissed her scarlet nipple and swirled his tongue around it. The beauty moaned languidly. Oh, how delightful. The male body is not destined to know such pleasure. A woman's is much more sensitive. And she becomes quite aroused by a skillful and persistent tongue.
  A moan escapes the girl's throat, how pleasant. And the youthful-looking Yuri Petukhov undresses himself. His body is beautiful, muscular and defined, his skin tanned, clear, and smooth, like a girl's. You wouldn't guess he's already fifty years old. How delightful it is to touch him with your chest, while the lips of this angelic youth merge with your own girlish lips...
  Then Margarita felt disgusted by the sweet, masculine mouth and pushed the Archangel's glamorous son away. He became enraged and yelled:
  - What's wrong? I see you're enjoying yourself and you're turned on!
  The devil girl stood up and roared:
  - One more step and I'll kick you so hard you won't know what hit you!
  The young angel put his hand on the hilt of his sword and bared his teeth:
  - And I will pierce you right through, you impudent girl!
  Margarita waved her bare girlish foot, spun around and growled:
  - Just try it! I'm a martial arts knight!
  Archangel Michael's son Yuri wanted to shout something else, when he heard the orc's frightened roar:
  - A ship on the horizon!
  The angelic captain leaped from the cabin and raced across the deck. He was fierce and beautiful. The devilish girl raced after him, her bare heels glittering pink, their heels gracefully curved. Her would-be lover remained bare-chested and seemed thinner and smaller than the girl. Margarita's keen eyesight spotted a ship on the horizon. This vessel was large and resembled a Spanish caravel from the late Middle Ages.
  Young captain Yuri ordered:
  - Increase sails! We're boarding!
  The orcs roared in approval. There were quite a few of them for such a relatively small vessel. The pirates began to pull out their weapons: axes, swords, sabres, and even primitive, long pistols. They roared and stank terribly. They bared their fangs.
  The brigantine increased its sails and caught up with the caravel. Boarding was the only right decision. The freebooters had only a dozen cannons, while the caravel had fewer than fifty. True, ballistics weren't great in the Middle Ages. The enemy fired from a distance. The caravel was enveloped in smoke. But the cannonballs fell short, scattering like a handful of pebbles thrown by a child.
  Yuri Petukhov yelled:
  - My fanged falcons! Be prepared!
  They barked back:
  - Always ready!
  Archangel Michael's son giggled mischievously:
  - Your self-confidence is a credit to a corsair!
  Margarita, jumping up with excitement, screamed:
  - Give me a weapon too! In battle, I'm a beast! More precisely, a tigress! Or even a panther!
  The young angel confirmed:
  - We'll find it, take a look in the cockpit!
  Indeed, there were quite a few weapons lying around there. Even a couple of arquebuses. But most importantly, Margarita chose a pair of long, relatively light sabers. She was confident in her skill, as she had been an avid fencing enthusiast before becoming a pirate on a ship.
  Yuri Petukhov approved of this choice:
  - This is the best thing among this junk.
  There were also orcs on board the caravel, and some strange creatures with the bodies of bears, but with the heads of roosters.
  Margarita sang wittily:
  - But there are still such men in the world who, as soon as they see a woman, immediately become cocky!
  The young angel shouted with delight:
  - How can I not love a woman like you!
  Margarita smiled and sang with delight:
  - Who isn't a womanizer? Who isn't a womanizer? Someone who has never seen a woman!
  The brigantine approached the caravel like a greyhound. The latter managed to turn its other broadside and fire a salvo... Despite the close range, the brigantine was narrow, and numerous cannonballs missed, barely scratching the sails, and only one struck the pirate vessel's front.
  The orcish freebooters roared with delight. Fearsome and hairy, they looked like monsters from a sci-fi series.
  The devil girl jumped up higher, her bare, tanned, muscular legs flashing bronze, and barked:
  - Board us, so that the whole crew will become crabs!
  And her call seemed to be heard. Hooks and suction cups flew aboard the caravel. The ship found itself firmly welded to the pirate schooner.
  The first to jump on board was a girl, Satan's daughter Margarita, she performed a windmill in flight, and two severed orc heads flew off under her sabers.
  The devil girl screamed:
  - We are the best fighters in the world... And we will always be great until the end!
  After which she knocked the orc out with a powerful kick. The girl truly is one of those toughest. And that includes the personal tally of those killed in World War II. And not just the one that was in Hell in various quasi-virtual worlds, but also the real one that took place on planet Earth.
  But to be honest, Margarita didn't expect him to perform such miracles in his new body. And he truly does perform a masterstroke. One head of a severed orc flies. And another follows. A veritable filibusters' terminator. And the slain beasts fall. And now three rooster-headed men collapse from the butterfly technique. The devil girl laughed at such success and stuck out her long pink tongue.
  The young angel also fights decently. And his swings are so graceful and elusive. You can tell he's got a very rich fencing background.
  Margarita presses forward and knocks down five orcs with a single flying blow. But she doesn't forget to chuckle venomously:
  - It's better to swat one deadly bloodsucker than to kill seven flies!
  And as if in time with her words, a real fighter appeared, clearly not an orc or a bear rooster. He was terribly ugly. And he dealt Margarita several dangerous blows, even scratching her bare breast.
  A former attack pilot who fought against the Nazis in the real history of planet Earth, and for the Third Reich in various virtual reality universes of Hell, replied:
  - No matter how hard you try, you will still become a corpse!
  He croaked in response:
  - I am a marquis from an ancient family of trolls, you whore are doomed!
  Margarita said bravely, attacking with a barrel roll:
  - I don't think so...
  And she got a scratch. She was a very clever opponent. Try defeating him. Margarita shouted:
  - You can't even hit properly!
  The troll marquis hissed in response:
  - I'm just playing with you, like a cat with a mouse!
  And then came the attack again. The devil girl performed a windmill, but didn't even hit her opponent, and instead received a scratch on her stomach. Margarita truly resembled a kitten that had been angered. Nevertheless, the duel continued. An orc attempted to attack the devil girl from the side, but Margarita slashed his neck.
  The girl said with a victorious look:
  - Not everything is bad in our kingdom!
  The troll scratched the warrior again. It didn't cause any significant damage, but it was still unpleasant. Margarita screamed:
  - What a blockhead you are!
  The troll marquis retorted sarcastically:
  - You'd better!
  Margarita reluctantly backed away. With her vast battle experience, she was trying to provoke her opponent into making some kind of mistake. But so far, she hadn't succeeded, as the troll was likely older and had incomparably more combat experience.
  Margarita thought that perhaps one of the reasons for Germany's defeat was the Russians' greater ability to learn. At some point, the Germans reached their peak and stopped improving. Overconfidence, particularly on Hitler's part, also played a role. Good aircraft arrived in large quantities only very slowly. By then, the Russians were coping with them, while Allied armadas pressed from the west, and fuel was in short supply. She, Margarita, then concluded that the Germans lost because the higher powers weren't on their side. Indeed, there were a multitude of coincidences: the British accidentally captured the German code system, and the Americans, even more accidentally, captured the Japanese codes. The Battle of Midway should have been won by the Japanese, but a chain of absurd accidents led to an American victory.
  Stalingrad is needless to say. The German command ignored intelligence reports about the concentration of significant Soviet forces on the flanks of the group.
  So it was a whole chain of accidents and mistakes. Including the breakthrough in the Ardennes, when it was just a hair's breadth away from a resounding success. And the Kursk Bulge, where at one point near Prokhorovka it seemed the German Tigers and Panthers had gained the upper hand. Or the assault on Moscow, where German generals could spot the Kremlin through binoculars.
  It didn"t work out... And it"s the same now, when your opponent is superior to you in class and you, despite your perfect body, can"t keep up.
  Then Margarita began to sing in despair. The song helped her concentrate:
  The warrior's path is always harsh in battles,
  No matter what distant world you are in...
  We are knights of the eagle tribe,
  And life is like being in a hard shooting range!
  
  We have one calling, alas, war,
  And it seems that the atom is not peaceful...
  In the sublunar ball, know that Satan rules,
  But you have to be a fighter, a strong one, of course!
  
  Here I am, my opponent is a troll,
  A powerful guy and simply horned...
  In sword fighting he is the ace, the king,
  Perhaps even simply rich!
  
  But you answer him with blows,
  Let him receive it as his first calling...
  And be you, girl, as strong as a bear,
  And the rank and title will become that of a general!
  
  I believe you will be able to deceive the troll,
  You'll split his head with a strong swing...
  And then your path to the stars will become clear,
  With incalculable scope into battle!
  
  Yes, a world where there are many elves is good,
  He knows no old age or illness...
  But you might run into a knife there,
  And find yourself in the abyss, where it is more useful!
  
  I believe we will defeat the trolls,
  And we will spread the red flag over the planet...
  Let all your dreams come true,
  And in the glory of Lucifer will be the name!
  And apparently faith gave Margarita strength, and the sword, after another complex combination, severed the troll's head. By this point, the caravel was completely overrun by pirates. A fair number of people on both sides perished. The son of the Archangel and the ship's captain, Yuri Petukhov, were also slightly injured.
  The eternal youth winked at Margarita and chirped:
  - That's why I fight shirtless. I don't want to ruin such a good suit.
  The devil girl answered with a smile on her lips:
  - Well, it"s great to have such a set... - That is, I wanted to say, a set of qualities that characterize cleanliness.
  Yuri Petukhov politely corrected Margarita:
  - You, apparently, should say you didn't mean to, but you did it! And don't be ashamed of your kind!
  The devil girl nodded with a smile:
  "I'm not shy! But a warrior is a purely male profession, and you've seen for yourself that I'm a warrior!"
  The young angel corrected the beauty:
  "You're a warrior, not a warrior! But overall, I'm willing to vouch for you... Now, how about we look at our treasures!"
  The caravel was indeed richly laden with silk fabrics, barrels of wine, and crates of coffee. There were also a couple of chests of gold coins and a large quantity of weapons, including expensive ones. The loot was substantial, worth a dozen lost orcs.
  But the captain-angel was especially delighted by the bronze horn. He blew it and then asked Margarita:
  - Maybe you should clap your feet?
  The devil girl lay back reluctantly and clapped her bare feet. Margarita's spirits were lifted-they'd pulled off a very successful robbery. Now, it seemed, they were heading to the port. And there, to sell the spoils.
  What a lustful goat this son of the Archangel is. He loses his head immediately. And he's not afraid of temptation. Yes, men are always males, and what's natural isn't criminal.
  I remember Satan once argued with God that a male needs at least a dozen females; one would not be enough.
  But Margarita needs at least a dozen males; on the contrary, one is not enough for her.
  As they say, you don't know when to stop. Especially when it comes to lust. And you want more and more pleasure. And all kinds of bliss.
  But making love to orcs is some kind of perversion. They're hairy, smell bad, and have cock-like faces.
  But the distraction didn't last long. The elven girl, who was acting as lookout on the pirate brig, let out a shrill whistle.
  This indicated danger. Two government battle frigates with powerful armament appeared on the horizon.
  Engaging them in combat was too risky, so Captain Yuri ordered a retreat. And at the same time, an attempt to steal the caravel with the loot.
  The brigantine was a relatively light, streamlined ship, and could easily outdistance the frigates. But the caravel was far more massive and heavy, and carried a greater cargo. It would be a shame to leave it behind, and difficult to carry it away.
  Nevertheless, Yuri decided to distract the battle frigates with maneuvers. It was a rather risky move, but there was no other option.
  And they rigged the brigantine with extra sails, including paper ones. The wind blew them out, and the ship lurched toward the enormous ships with their big guns. A battle frigate is practically a cruiser, and seriously. And they have a lot of fighters, so boarding them is too risky; everyone could die.
  Margarita, jumping with her bare legs, sang:
  The ships are sinking to the bottom,
  With anchors, sails...
  The devils with horns are threshing,
  Girls with bare feet!
  Their brigantine found itself within range of the battle frigates' cannons. They fired. The pirate ship turned on its head, and the cannonballs flew past.
  They just splashed behind the stern, raising a cloud of spray.
  The devil girl squeaked:
  - What a cock-a-doodle-doo!
  Suddenly, Gella appeared on my right. That aggressive devil. She flashed her emerald eyes and hissed:
  - Let's have some fun, damn it!
  And with her bare toes, she launched a ball of lightning. And the fiery bolt flew past and struck the frigate's side. And the tree was pierced, suddenly bursting into flames. And the enemy soldiers, in this case pine cone-like creatures, bounced back in all directions.
  Margarita screamed:
  - Phasmagoria!
  And she bared her scarlet nipple. And from it, like lightning, it struck. And struck the enemy's lumpy soldiers. And immediately a dozen guns upended themselves.
  And their metal melted and began to spread across the deck, burning everything.
  Gella licked her lips with her tongue and noted:
  - Not bad!
  Margarita said with a laugh:
  - I must say - hyperquasaric!
  And both sorceresses, with their bare, tanned legs, launched deadly annihilation presents. They fell upon the enemy frigate, smashed through its side, and reached the chambers where the gunpowder was stored. Then there was such a roar that the ship split in half. And began to sink.
  Gella giggled and sang:
  If you go straight to the coffin with us,
  The girls set their foreheads on fire!
  Margarita wanted to say something, when the young angel Yuri waved his sword, a pulsar flew out, or rather, an entire comet with magical power, and smashed so hard that the second frigate split, crumbling like a house of cards into pieces burning like firecrackers.
  The warriors shouted in chorus:
  - Messire! Thy kingdom come!
  CHAPTER No 9.
  The Soviet offensive was initially relatively successful. But the furious attacks of the Ares and Nazi air forces, as well as powerful defensive lines, slowed the advance. Furthermore, the Nazis had good self-propelled guns capable of destroying tanks, particularly the Jagdpanther, which was plentiful and had been in production for a long time. It should be noted that the more advanced E-25 also posed a problem for the Soviet troops. But it was still in short supply, having only just entered production.
  The TA-152 is a good attack aircraft, also effective against Soviet troops. Plus, the Nazis began to acquire jet attack aircraft, particularly the HE-377, two-seaters with eight 30mm cannons. A very nasty weapon indeed.
  Alex worked on a TA-152 with six 30-millimeter guns, and amazed everyone with his power and skill.
  The E-100 series of tanks were tested in combat. The vehicle was considered a premium vehicle and weighed 136 tons, but due to a more densely packed transverse engine and transmission, the hull height was lower than that of the Maus. The armor, however, was even thicker, with more sloped steel plates. And with comparable armament, the tank was faster; it was the first to be equipped with a 1,500-horsepower gas turbine engine. Its top speed on the highway was also acceptable, reaching 40 kilometers per hour.
  The E-100, with its 128mm cannon, was a major problem for Soviet vehicles, but it remained impenetrable from all angles.
  The battles demonstrated the Nazis' strength in aircraft quality. The HE-162, however, didn't quite prove its worth, proving difficult to control. But experienced pilots fought well in it, too. Huffman, in particular, became the second German pilot to surpass 400 aircraft shot down. And the HE-162 was ideal for his tactics, firing at close range at high speed. Indeed, with a quick approach and retreat, you'd have time to fly away from a downed aircraft.
  But the Soviet troops also received new equipment. The SU-100 was a decent self-propelled gun and arguably the best Soviet tank destroyer. It was relatively simple to manufacture and well-armed, based on the T-34 tank.
  The IS-3 also entered production in May. It boasted well-protected frontal and turret protection, especially with added underbody protection. Its drawbacks included its greater weight: forty-nine tons versus the IS-2's forty-six, despite a similar chassis and engine. The increased weight of the turret, offset forward, also placed greater strain on the frontal road wheels, further degrading performance, especially when driving on wheels. Furthermore, the new tank had a more complex turret and hull design, making it more difficult to mass-produce. Another drawback was that if a shell struck between the hull and turret, it would not ricochet, which was also a significant drawback.
  So, in practical terms, the IS-3 is no masterpiece. Although it is much better protected, especially in the front of the hull, than the IS-2.
  But its skewed center of gravity toward the front of the car was very noticeable, especially when it rained.
  Ares worked extensively on Soviet aircraft and machines. The Yak-9 remained the most widely produced aircraft in the USSR. Paradoxically, the Yak-3, a later and more advanced model, was serialized less frequently than the earlier model. It's a paradox, but such things happen. Even the Germans hadn't yet completely abandoned propeller-driven aircraft due to the imperfections of jet aircraft. Nevertheless, designers were still active in the Third Reich.
  The ME-1100 appeared-a very good performer, with wings whose sweep angle changed in flight. That is, when climbing, the sweep angle decreased, and when maneuvering, it increased.
  Overall, this was not bad, but it required a highly qualified pilot, which was a big problem during the war.
  The TA-183, a simpler, single-engine fighter, was chosen as the preferred option.
  It's worth noting that the ME-262 also underwent improvement. The ME-262 X modification was developed, featuring 45-degree-swept wings and more powerful and sophisticated engines. It flew at speeds exceeding 1,150 kilometers per hour and crashed far less frequently.
  This aircraft entered production in June of 1945. Armed with five 30mm cannons, it could well have supplanted German propeller-driven fighters. However, only the first pilot series was produced in June. But the prospects were already there.
  And, of course, the ME-262 was handed over to Ares for testing. The little devil brought his tally to ten thousand aircraft shot down. Not counting the destroyed tanks, artillery systems, trucks, and other vehicles. For this, he received the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  In June, the Soviet troops ran out of steam and stopped their offensive in the center.
  Elsewhere, there were only minor skirmishes. And Hitler ordered the attack to be shifted to Britain. Ares was also sent there to the Western Front.
  In addition to shooting down planes, the little devil was also ordered to destroy large surface ships so that no one would interfere with the landing of troops.
  The young Terminator took up the task with great enthusiasm. Now this is a real war. And Ares is sinking what the German submarine fleet didn't manage to sink. And they're already using hydrogen peroxide-fueled submarines, and they're really damaging. The Germans also have torpedoes that detect sound and heat, and much more. And their single-man mini-submarines are quite effective.
  And there are more and more of them, especially since they are cheap and easy to produce.
  Well, there's progress in aviation, too. The Ju-287, a jet bomber, appeared. Its distinctive feature was its forward-swept wings, which reduced its Mach number and thus increased its maneuverability and accuracy. And another unpleasant surprise for the British. Plus, a jet-powered modification of the TA-400 appeared, capable of reaching speeds of up to 730 kilometers per hour. That's no small problem. And yet, this aircraft could have flown as far as America.
  In the US, as they say, they tucked their tails between their legs and fear arose.
  Moreover, the V-3 rocket had already reached New York and destroyed a skyscraper. So the Third Reich had proven itself. And Japan was growing stronger. It wasn't under as much pressure as in real history, and its battleships actually performed quite well. They were able to sink American aircraft carriers, preventing a landing in the Philippines. So the situation was worse for the US, but better for the Axis powers.
  July and August were spent in fierce battles. Ares's skills reached perfection. Moreover, the little devil had a satanic sense for concentrations of enemy equipment, ships, and aircraft. And he sought them out. And in early September, for another record-breaking twelve thousand five hundred aircraft and numerous ground targets, he received a new award: the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and blue diamonds. Now that's a truly impressive award. The boy stood up.
  And in September 1945, the landing in Britain finally began.
  Everything was already ready, and we had to hurry before the weather got worse.
  The Red Army hadn't yet advanced. The USSR was grappling with a number of problems. Specifically, it needed to develop jet aircraft. But even in real history, this wasn't achieved immediately, only by capturing German designers, documentation, and, of course, engines.
  But try doing that from scratch. It'll take a long time. The US hadn't even tested an atomic bomb yet. So the USSR couldn't have made much progress without intelligence, and it would have taken years to do so. In real history, the atomic bomb wasn't tested until August 1949. But the country was also experiencing the hardships of war, and it wasn't even clear whether such a bomb would even detonate. In the US, the project had been stalled for now, and there had been no major explosions.
  So, new weapons are still only in the distant future. And the next-generation T-54 tank has been somewhat delayed; in real history, it wasn't completed until 1947, and even in 1948, it was still in production in small batches. And in an alternative history, it's clear that things won't happen any faster.
  So, the main vehicle, the T-34-85, is produced in large quantities, and they're banking on mass production. True, its gun can't penetrate the frontal armor of the main German tank, the Panther-2. And this is a significant drawback. Incidentally, the Panther-2 has already been replaced as the main medium tank by the Panther-3, or E-50. But the Panther-2 is still in production. The Panther-3 is more powerfully armed, with a 105mm gun in the 70EL or an 88mm gun in the 100EL, which can even penetrate the frontal armor of the IS-3 at close range, especially the hull. The Panther-3 itself weighs sixty-three tons, but the front of the hull is 150 mm thick and heavily sloped, the turret front and mantlet are 240 mm thick, and the sides are 82 mm thick and sloped, and the engine produces up to 1,200 horsepower. What a powerful machine it turned out to be. And the Germans consider it a medium tank.
  It's almost funny. There's also the idea of mass-producing the SU-100, but that's still debatable. Although its gun is more powerful and effective, it's a practical and agile self-propelled gun. It could cause trouble for the Germans.
  Be that as it may, Stalin is currently amassing forces and tanks, biding his time. The LA-7 has arrived with more powerful armament-three aircraft cannons-and this is somewhat of a wake-up call. It's the fastest aircraft in the USSR, reaching speeds of nearly seven hundred kilometers per hour, but it's not the most common. While the Ju-488 can catch and shoot it down, it still can't keep up with jet aircraft.
  Hitler decided to land, choosing the date of September 20th. The Führer was born on April 20th, and he believed the number twenty had special significance. Weather conditions prevented any further delays.
  Moreover, the Germans had already faked the start of a landing a dozen times, so the British had even stopped paying attention. This meant even more reason to carry it out.
  And so it began. Specifically, they began dropping E-5 and E-10 self-propelled guns from parachutes and landing modules. And that's formidable. Plus, underwater tanks and amphibious vehicles are in action. The E-100 itself was also made in an underwater version.
  The way these cars just started moving was just terrifying. And they couldn't be stopped that easily.
  And Ares is right there, fighting. Both in the sky and hitting ground targets.
  The British, besides the Tortilla, have nothing more modern or advanced. Well, the Americans also have the Super Pershings, powerfully armed tanks that can at least do something against the German Panthers, Tigers, and Lions. Powerful machines.
  Germany also acquired the "Royal Lion" tank, weighing a hundred tons, with 300-millimeter sloped frontal armor, 200-millimeter side armor, and a 210-millimeter gun. And it had an 1,800-horsepower engine. That's colossal power.
  And this tank was underwater. True, it had only just entered production. But the first vehicles had already sailed under the English Channel. And they were driven by beautiful women who fought in nothing but bikinis and barefoot, which was extremely effective.
  The gun fires with deadly force, but the vehicle itself is impenetrable from any angle.
  What a menagerie it is. The Tiger III is quite powerful and well-protected, even from the sides. And it's very difficult to fight against. True, its performance is a bit worse-it weighs ninety-three tons. But then, it has 200mm of heavily sloped frontal armor on the hull, 252mm of turret armor, and 170mm of sloped sides on both the hull and turret. What a monster-a considerably overgrown King Tiger. And when they installed a 1,500-horsepower gas turbine engine, it really came alive. And it became a problematic machine.
  So the Nazis are strong. Plus, they have a more advanced assault rifle, the MP-54, which has become a problem for all armies around the world.
  And off we go. And of course, there are the disc-shaped flying machines-how could we be without them? They're also very capable machines, reaching speeds up to four times the speed of sound. True, they're very expensive and large. They can't be made smaller-they'd lose stability. And they're highly vulnerable to small arms fire. That's a truly colossal problem. But designers are trying, and they're solving it.
  So the Germans launched a mighty strike force. And the British and American troops crumbled to dust.
  Ares flew an ME-262 X and fired five aircraft cannons, as well as launched rockets that sank ships and destroyed batteries.
  The devil boy was particularly successful in attacks on British and American cruisers and battleships. With the instincts of Satan's grandson, he struck precisely at the strongest points of contact.
  And the ships broke into pieces. After which they sank successfully.
  And bubbles and waves of a whirlpool rose. And a kind of tsunami came. And sailors drowned, and it was funny and bloody.
  Ares, that eternal boy, laughed and sometimes began to blow on his pink, childish cheeks, raising a wind.
  Of course, against such a child-terminator any troops are powerless.
  Nevertheless, the fighting became quite fierce. Britain had a large presence of both American and British troops. The US also had forces there. And they tried to make a difference. Specifically, they developed the T-93 tank, weighing exactly ninety-three tons and boasting 305mm of frontal armor. While this tank couldn't penetrate German guns head-on, it could be penetrated from the side, or by air strikes. So, this machine wasn't exactly a threat. So, here too, the Americans had made a mistake.
  By tapping the joystick buttons with his bare toes, the little devil Ares was able to destroy three American heavy T-93 tanks by punching through their hatches. So this exotica didn't pay off. Just like the "Tortillas." Really, what was the point of all this? And they're being destroyed.
  And, of course, the Nazis have other trump cards, too. These include the Sturmpanters, equipped with more powerful and sophisticated rocket launchers. and, at the same time, fairly fast and well-protected vehicles, radio-controlled vehicles with explosives, motorcycles used to attack positions, and even mounted units.
  Both women and children's units also took part in the battles. In particular, boys as young as ten piloted E-5 self-propelled guns, which, it must be said, produced the desired effect. Just imagine children in swimming trunks, lying down, controlling the self-propelled gun using their fingers, toes, and hands. Which pairs quite well with the powerful engine.
  The Battle of Britain is dramatic.
  Ares, attacking from the sky, sang:
  Open the gates, army of bacilli,
  Devils are crawling out of damp graves!
  Rockets with broken heads are flying,
  A wild wolf howl can be heard from everywhere!
  In short, a serious battle ensued. Everyone fought with wild fury.
  A great many bridgeheads immediately sprang up, including behind London's lines. They couldn't be thrown off immediately, and they quickly expanded. They overran the British positions, pressing the enemy ever harder and more viciously. It was truly a deadly attack.
  And closer and closer the troops of the Third Reich and its satellites are approaching London.
  And the Italians are fighting pretty well here. Sweden also took part in the war and the landings. They have a very interesting tank, resembling a flatiron without a turret, but with a retractable gun barrel.
  And Britain is finished too. The British Challenger tank is still decent, but it's not powerful enough. It's quite agile, though.
  But he's powerless to save Britain. And so London really is surrounded. And Churchill has fled to Canada. He really will die. And the new US President, Truman, has decided it's time for American troops to flee Britain. Just try to evacuate them. Submarines are getting them, and air forces are harassing them. There's no time for fat, just to survive. Now German airborne units are entering London. And they're already fighting in the streets.
  The British, however, are putting up a desperate fight. It's already October, and the fighting is still raging with great ferocity.
  Stalin made his decision, and on October 7, a major offensive began in both the center and the south. Soviet troops attempted to cut off the German group in Saratov. While the Germans, with their powerful defenses, repelled the Soviet attacks in the center, the Soviet forces achieved success in the south. Saratov was indeed cut off.
  And so a cauldron formed. The first cauldron in the history of the Great Patriotic War for the Germans. But it didn't last long. The Nazis in Saratov stubbornly resisted. And when, on October 20th, after fierce fighting, London finally fell, and by the end of the month, the Nazis had finished off the British in Britain, the remnants of their forces capitulated.
  Fewer forces were needed to capture Ireland. And so the Nazis were able to detach a force to relieve the siege of Saratov. And in November of 1945, Ares returned to the Eastern Front. And he charged the Soviet troops so vigorously that debris flew in all directions. And this barefoot boy, always looking twelve years old, with the muscles of a teenage Apollo, pummeled them with wild frenzy and rage.
  November 9, 1945, for fifteen thousand downed aircraft and many thousands of destroyed tanks, guns and other ground targets.
  This was truly remarkable. The Germans not only lifted the siege of Saratov, but also, on the backs of Soviet troops, extended their advance to Kuibyshev. This city was the second capital of the USSR, and many institutions from Moscow were evacuated there.
  And so the battles for it were fierce. Ares never left his planes. And he pounded Soviet tanks mercilessly. In addition to the IS-3, the USSR was also developing the IS-4, a tank simpler to produce, better protected from the sides, and heavier, but with a more powerful engine. And most importantly, the turret was located in the center, which improved driving performance.
  But this tank is still in development. For now, the IS-3 is the primary Soviet heavy tank, and the IS-2 is still in production. Its 122mm gun is quite powerful and can do considerable damage to even a Tiger-3 or a Panther-3, not to mention lighter vehicles.
  But the war is on, and the battles for Kuibyshev are fierce. The Germans are using carpet bombing tactics, turning the city into complete ruins, or even dust. And you can't sit in ruins for long.
  The Sturmpanter, Sturmtiger, and Sturmlev all use rocket-propelled grenades. And they're quite lethal.
  At the end of December, Kuibyshev finally fell under Nazi control. A temporary lull ensued on land, but the war continued in the skies.
  The Nazis captured Ireland, but Iceland was still there. From there, American bombers could reach German territory.
  Hitler decided to seize Iceland without waiting for spring. It was a bold and adventurous idea. But that's what the Führer is.
  And so on January 30th the landing in Iceland began - Operation Icarus,
  And of course, to make sure everything went well, they called Ares.
  And the little devil took on the Americans. And his blows were so crushing and deadly, it was simply terrifying.
  And how he thrashed the enemy. And February of 1946 became a nightmare for the Americans.
  And things were tough for them there. And the atomic bomb didn't explode at the test site. And without it, they couldn't have stood up to Nazi Germany and Japan.
  True, the USSR is still fighting and drawing down significant forces. But the Third Reich and its satellites have sufficient resources to fight on two fronts.
  During the strikes, Ares sank three American battleships, ten cruisers, twenty-two destroyers, four submarines, two transports, and much more with its rockets. And it also brought in droves of planes. How could anyone resist such a little devil? And the US lost control of Iceland and could no longer harass the Third Reich. But the Nazis acquired the B-28, a flying wing. A fuselage-less bomber, and a jet-powered one at that, capable of flying for sixteen thousand kilometers. That's phenomenal power. And it can bomb the entire US territory. And American aircraft are unable to shoot it down or catch it.
  And then there's the TA-500, also a monster. And combat gliders weighing just eight hundred kilograms, armed with rockets. Also no small force.
  And the US was in dire straits, worse than ever. At the end of March, however, the USSR, having amassed its forces, launched a new offensive. The main thrust was aimed at encircling the German forces in Kuibyshev. The overall configuration of the front itself suggested this solution. The T-34-85 remained the Red Army's primary tank, as the next-generation T-54 was not yet ready for mass production. And the IS-2 was still in production, as the IS-3 was difficult to manufacture, had poor handling characteristics, and was not produced in large quantities.
  The SU-100 has increased in production, it's a pretty good self-propelled gun, and can at least put up a fight, even penetrating the side of the Tiger-3, the main German heavy tank.
  But the T-34 is the most widely produced. It's the most common, with production reaching up to a hundred units per day. That's what mass production means.
  True, the Soviet industry suffered from a shortage of alloying elements, so the armor quality wasn't the best. This created problems; even Panzerfausts (faustpatrones) could defeat this tank. And those were made to have a longer range and were more advanced than in real life.
  And so the offensive along the Volga achieved some success in April. Stalin's propaganda even began trumpeting it.
  But at the end of April, the Nazis committed large forces to the battle, especially tanks. And the Soviet troops began to suffer defeat after defeat. The Nazis launched an offensive from Astrakhan and captured Guryev and Uralsk. Further along the Ural River, they reached Orenburg. There, by the end of May, Soviet troops were able to somehow slow the Nazis and consolidate their position. By the end of May, the Nazis also reached Ulyanovsk. And bloody battles unfolded for Lenin's city. And then Ares began to thrash the Soviet troops, turning away from the Americans. The war was still fought on two fronts for the Third Reich. But it was clear that it was quite favorable.
  In June 1946, the Great Patriotic War had already entered its sixth year. And on June 30, Hitler finally decided to launch a major offensive on Moscow to end Stalin, his regime, and his empire.
  The Nazis were advancing from different directions. One was toward Tambov, to bypass the capital, Moscow, from the south. The other was from the north.
  The Nazis decided they needed to take Tikhvin, encircle Leningrad with a double besiege, and finally remove this thorn. Furthermore, a major offensive had begun in Karelia. Sweden had also entered the war there, eager to profit at the expense of the USSR.
  And there were frontal attacks... Ares, of course, is right there and on top. The desire is to end the war in the east as quickly as possible.
  In July and August, the Nazis achieved some successes. Tambov was captured, Tikhvin and Murmansk fell, and the Nazis also took Ulyanovsk.
  And they approached Kazan. But in the Soviet center, troops held out, and Moscow did not surrender.
  In September, Ares received the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds for twenty thousand aircraft shot down.
  And how much more ground equipment he destroyed. But Moscow still hasn't been taken. But Karelia was captured by the Nazis. And at the end of September, the Nazis captured Orenburg. And they began to advance further. But in October, torrential rains began, and Hitler was forced to halt the offensive. The battle again took place outdoors.
  There was a lull on land. The war had been going on for a long time. Both German and Soviet resources, especially manpower, were depleted. But the Third Reich still had colonial divisions and the ability to recruit infantry from among Arabs, Africans, and Indians.
  Another issue is that it's too cold for them to fight in Russia in the winter. So the Führer settled into a defensive posture, postponing the offensive until warmer weather.
  Meanwhile, the fighting continued in the skies. The Nazis developed the more advanced ME-362, capable of exceeding the speed of sound and armed with seven cannons. It also went into production.
  The XE-262 is lighter and easier to control, with more powerful engines and more advanced jets.
  Stalin, too, was licking his wounds. November and December passed. And only in January 1947 did Soviet troops attempt to achieve something at the front. But to no avail. After more than a month of fighting, they managed to wedge in a ten-to-fifteen-kilometer gap only in a few directions.
  In March, the first T-54s, still not quite perfect, finally began production, and the IS-4 entered production. These tanks were well-protected from various angles. True, only the first ones rolled off the assembly line. But at least there was some hope for a new superweapon. And then there was the most brutal Soviet tank, the IS-7, nicknamed the Red Mastodon. This development is held by some as a turning point. But it hasn't yet entered production.
  Its distinctive feature is its powerful 130mm cannon, with a 60 EL barrel length. It can penetrate the Panther-3 main battle tank head-on, and even at close range, it poses problems for the Tiger-3. The vehicle itself is very well protected from the front and has well-sloped armor. It can even withstand the Tiger-3's 128mm cannon. And its driving performance is quite good. A full sixty kilometers per hour on the highway. A true masterpiece of tank engineering, weighing sixty-eight tons. Perhaps better than the Tiger-3, or the nearly identical Panther-3. But this vehicle still needs to be put into production and accepted into service. And that hasn't happened in real history, even in peacetime after the war, under Stalin.
  Now try launching such a supertank under bombs, when so much territory has been lost and millions of soldiers have been wiped out. It's almost impossible.
  The IS-4, however, is a simpler vehicle, and it was accepted into service with the Red Army, and it was eventually put into production. However, its gun is underpowered, especially against the Tiger-3, and of course, not everything works out. The T-54 is intended to become the future main battle tank. And some progress is already being made.
  But the Nazis aren't sitting idle in tank development either. The Panther-4, powered by a gas turbine engine, is being developed for production. It weighs quite a bit, seventy-five tons, but its 1,500-horsepower engine gives it acceptable performance. However, the vehicle has a classic layout-the engine and transmission are mounted transversely, with the gearbox mounted on the engine.
  However, the Nazis beefed up the armor: the turret's front is 250 millimeters thick and heavily sloped, while the hull's front is 200 millimeters thick and also heavily sloped, even at 40 degrees from the horizontal. This steep slope encourages ricocheting shells. The sides were also significantly reinforced, reaching 170 millimeters with slopes. Thus, the Panther-4 would have been well protected from the sides, unlike the Panther-3. The gun was further strengthened, reaching 105 millimeters, with a barrel length of 100 EL.
  Thus, the Panther-4 should become the main German tank, and at the same time, a medium-class tank. What a medium - seventy-five tons. It's even funny that for several years
  Back then, the T-4, weighing twenty tons, was considered heavy by the Germans.
  And of course, the Tiger-4-how could it be otherwise? The vehicle was also reinforced with armor, increasing the side thickness to 210 millimeters and the front to 300 millimeters, and a new 128-millimeter gun with a 100-EL barrel length is being developed. The vehicle became heavier, weighing in at 100 tons. Although its layout was more compact, the gas turbine engine produced 2,000 horsepower.
  Thus, the Tiger-4, despite its increased weight, was expected to have excellent ergonomics and a road speed of at least sixty kilometers per hour. This tank would have been superior to the IS-7 even if it had been put into production.
  But Hitler was in no hurry. He was conserving his troops. And in March, the Germans repelled the Soviet attacks. And in April, the Germans opened a new front, attacking in Turkmenistan. And they began to advance there.
  And Alex received a new order for twenty-five thousand downed planes: the Grand Star of the Grand Cross of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  In May 1947, the fighting intensified. The Nazis began to press. In aviation, the Yak-9, the Soviet fighter in most production, was still the most widely used; it was simple to manufacture and had not yet been withdrawn. The USSR had no jet aircraft in production yet. The fastest was the LA-7. And the German ME-362 fighters were doing like a pike on the hunt. The USSR still had mass production, two hundred aircraft a day. But quality was lacking. Its aircraft were outdated, and the shortage of high-quality duralumin meant that Soviet aircraft were heavier, and therefore slower and clumsier than they should have been. In short, the USSR had no prospects in the Devil's Universe.
  CHAPTER No 10.
  Margarita woke up, lying in the snow and risking catching a cold. But they carried her into the castle, where she lay on a soft featherbed. The snowdrifts around the castle had already melted, and streams were flowing. It was clear that winter was not a natural state for this planet. The girl rose from her bed. Two handsome slave boys placed a golden basin at her feet and began to wash her bare, graceful feet with rose water and orange shampoo.
  Margarita found this pleasant, especially when the child's palms rubbed the bare sole, with its graceful, curved, pink heel.
  Azazello sat at a distance on a platinum chair and said:
  "Overall, Messir is pleased. We've disabled artificial intelligence in Russia, the US, and China, and it won't be restored anytime soon. And we've set China on fire pretty badly. But we couldn't stop Yuri Petukhov!"
  Margarita noted:
  - He's very strong! We should make him our ally and fly into space to the heavenly worlds.
  Azazello nodded:
  - Yes, if we had managed to entice even one more unfallen world, then the Almighty God would have been forced to reverse the end of the world. And the Universe-Hell would have existed forever!
  The devil girl grabbed one of the tanned, blond, muscular slave boys by the nose with her bare toes. He squeaked in fear.
  Margarita laughed and noted:
  Voices are heard
  Adventures are in question,
  You will believe in miracles,
  Then you might end up with nothing!
  And the devil girl jumped up, she felt cheerful and happy. And she declared:
  - Well, Hell is good, but Earth is even better. I want to go up!
  Azazello noted:
  "It's dangerous to have a romantic relationship with Yuri. And sex could completely destroy you!"
  Margarita laughed and replied:
  - No problem! In that case, I'll end up in Hell, and then nothing will change. My Father will give me a new body.
  There was a pause. Then Gella spoke up:
  - Maybe you should befriend the vampire king? You liked him too, didn't you?
  Margarita replied with a sigh:
  - The Vampire King is already mine. And I want a guy worth fighting for!
  Azazello chuckled and noted:
  "The Vampire King... And he can also visit the Underworld, otherworldly forces as well. He's right at the castle's threshold, and he wants to enter!"
  The Devil's Daughter ordered:
  - Let him in! I'll be very interested in this.
  Gella smiled and noted:
  "He's a very skilled lover, just be careful he doesn't bite you. However, even that's not enough to become a vampire!"
  Margarita nodded:
  - I know! I still need to drink his blood. Then I'll become like him... And I'll be afraid of the sun...
  Gella noted:
  "Only on Earth. In the Hell-Universe, vampires aren't afraid of the light of the stars created by Satan. So it doesn't get dirty here. By the way, on Earth there are cloudy days, and polar nights, and you can even wear a helmet with a mirrored visor. That's not a tragedy either!"
  Azazello noted:
  "Vampires are also afraid of silver and garlic, as well as an aspen stake and a knight's sword. A regular crucifix won't do any harm to a vampire, but if it's a special cross, it can also do harm. And sometimes holy water works. But only if it was blessed by a true saint, not just some rascal or a sinner in a cassock."
  Margarita roared:
  - I told him to let him in.
  The bare heels of beautiful, tanned girls in short tunics flashed by.
  Gella grinned:
  - Any male is always a male!
  Margarita added:
  - And any female is always a female!
  Azazello chuckled and noted:
  - Sex is the torch of life for those who don't care about love!
  
  
  The gates swung open, and a very handsome, pale young man ran through the castle corridors, practically flying in. True, his matte pallor was pleasant, like fresh snow, and didn't seem sickly or flawed.
  The young vampire truly remembered Julius Caesar, yet he was passionately in love. Flying up to Margarita, he fell prostrate before her and kissed her bare feet-those graceful, tanned, muscular, and devilishly seductive ones.
  Gella noted:
  - A temperamental fellow! The Vampire King, who worshiped the infant God-Son Jesus Christ with the Magi. Doesn't he remember Alexander the Great, by any chance?
  The young king raised his head and replied:
  "I was a soldier in Alexander the Great's army. And I ate the sacred fruit that was supposed to grant immortality to the greatest commander of all time. I ate something that wasn't mine, and became a vampire. And I gained such power and immortality that for over two thousand years, I haven't developed a single wrinkle, and no one has driven a stake into me! But what if Alexander the Great had become immortal!"
  Margarita replied:
  "Then Alexander the Great would conquer the entire world and become a beast. And that's not part of my Great Father's plans!"
  Gella noted:
  "The lord is exceedingly wise. And his infinite wisdom says, make no one your equal. Even on the scale of planet Earth."
  Azazello noted:
  - By the way, Hell is an entire universe, but it's located right in the center of the Earth. So... Don't underestimate the Earth!
  The Vampire King kissed the bare, chiseled foot again and remarked:
  - Sometimes you can give up everything to be a slave to someone like you!
  Margarita giggled and replied:
  - I understand, you've lost your mind!
  Gella giggled and jokingly sang:
  Don't lose your head,
  There's no need to rush...
  Don't lose your head,
  Maybe it will come in handy!
  You write it down in your notebook,
  On every page...
  Don't lose your head,
  Don't lose your head!
  Don't lose your head!
  Azazello added to the piece in a chant:
  The State Duma must be disbanded!
  The State Duma must be disbanded!
  The State Duma must be disbanded!
  It's time to hurry!
  Otherwise it won't do!
  Margarita squeaked:
  - You're a charming demon! No worse than Behemoth!
  Gella noted:
  - There's no need to compare them! They're very different! Aren't they?
  Then, as if in time with her words, a large black cat wearing a red tie and mirrored glasses appeared. He popped out like a jack-in-the-box. In his left hand, he held a glass of frothy champagne, and in his right, a sizable pistol studded with diamonds.
  The hippopotamus spun around and sang:
  I am perfection itself,
  I am perfection itself,
  From a smile to a gesture,
  Beyond all praise!
  Azazello growled:
  - No! The fullness of wisdom, the seal of perfection, the crown of beauty - this is Lucifer!
  Gella jumped up and began to sing:
  Our king is the chosen one of heaven,
  Our king is the master of miracles!
  Our king is the messenger of destiny,
  Our king is only you!
  And the entire devilish menagerie, both male and female, screamed in chorus:
  Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!
  Lord of all spheres!
  Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!
  After which there was silence. Margarita suddenly felt a ravenous appetite and ordered:
  - Let's have a feast! Why don't we celebrate the successful completion of the task?!
  The hippopotamus nodded vigorously:
  - Great idea! Maybe we should even invite some guests?
  Azazello noted with a grin:
  - We already have one king! And he was once a commoner!
  The hippopotamus grinned and replied:
  "And Fagot was once a mere mortal. And then he rose to the level of a powerful demon. As the saying goes, a clever sinner can be even greater than the devil!"
  Margarita noted:
  "For a large feast, we need to find a larger and more decorated room. We don't have everything we need to receive guests."
  Abaddon also appeared, like a jack-in-the-box. He was a rather powerful demon, one of the most powerful, and a lover of war.
  He winked at Margarita and noted:
  - Beautiful princess of the Underworld... My lord is ready to give you the most luxurious palace right now!
  And indeed, something bright flashed, and the castle instantly expanded. They found themselves in a palace of colossal proportions, simply stunning.
  Gella noted with a smile:
  - Lord Almighty!
  The palace's vaulted hall soared hundreds of meters into the air, resembling a veritable stadium of enormous proportions. It could have accommodated a hundred people the size of Luzhniki Stadium.
  And it looked colorful and rich, even too rich.
  Slave girls, clad only in bikinis and adorned with gold and bright orange bracelets studded with gems, with extremely sexy physiques, stood in rows, thousands of them. Yes, Satan loved scale. And aesthetics, too.
  More accurately, I should say, these aren't slaves, but maids, and they're quite beautiful, with truly stunning figures. And their hair is so lush, many of it sparkling like gold leaf or a torch's flame. It looks wonderful, especially when the girls make seductive movements and shake their luscious hips.
  More girls appeared. This time, their naked bodies were covered with strands of precious stones. It looked quite beautiful and sexy. Almost all the girls' feet were bare, but a few wore high heels, which looked very beautiful, and the shoes were studded with gems. The girls' legs themselves were both slender and muscular, and their skin was smooth, polished, and shiny, like polished bronze. And there were tens of thousands of such beauties here.
  Some of them, a smaller number of course, are incarnate sinners, and they tend to have more jewelry adorning their bodies. But most are biorobots, albeit of wondrous beauty!
  And besides the girls, handsome boys of about twelve or thirteen years old also came out. They were barefoot, tanned, wearing swimming trunks, fair-haired, and their wrists and ankles glittered with gold and platinum bracelets studded with diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds, topazes, agates, and other stones.
  The boys are also mostly biorobots, but the embodied sinners also have diamond crowns on their heads.
  They marched and arranged themselves in lines and circles. The bare feet of the boys and girls, beautiful and perfectly formed, slapped.
  Satan deeply disliked old men and women, the result of God's curse on humanity. He adored beauty. And so many different flowerbeds with lush, multicolored flowers sprawled out. It looked extremely amusing.
  The girls were very beautiful, and they held bouquets of bright and colorful flowers in their hands, waving them with great enthusiasm.
  Margaret sat down on a throne more luxurious than a Byzantine basilica, and threw up her bare, tanned, muscular legs.
  The Vampire King sat down next to her and kissed her bare foot again.
  The devil girl ran her hand through his hair and stroked the boy's snow-white curls.
  Azazello and Abaddon shook their swords and spun them around their axis and roared:
  - Glory to Satan! Glory to the heroes of Hell!
  And the girls began to jump up and slap their bare, graceful, very seductive feet.
  These are the delightful and uniquely beautiful girls here.
  And you look at them and can"t take your eyes off them.
  A table covered in bright orange metal seemed to have emerged from beneath the earth. And the girls, swaying their seductive hips, began carrying trays. The most sumptuous dishes were piled high on them. And now the guests had arrived.
  They began to move up the steps. The guests appeared young and attractive, along with the girls accompanying them. Among them were some well-known figures. Einstein, in particular. He appeared as a boy of about ten, wearing shorts and a T-shirt with a picture of Harry Potter on a broomstick, and on his childish face glittered glasses emblazoned with a picture of a nuclear explosion.
  Margarita squeaked:
  - Hello sleepwalkers!
  Einstein jumped up and spun around, squealing:
  - This is top class from the Karabas company!
  And the boy genius flashed his bare, round heels. Gella giggled and remarked:
  - Albert always wanted to become a child, and Messire fulfilled his request in hell!
  The boy genius noted, grabbing a chocolate cake and throwing it at the sinful girl:
  - And how much fun we have here! You can be yourself!
  Another sinner, the former Countess Jeanne Lamont, is known for stealing a necklace from the queen. She was a teenager, about fourteen years old, and very beautiful.
  She was dressed in a short white tunic, but with emerald beads around her neck and diamond earrings. Her tanned ankles were adorned with bracelets of bright orange metal and blue stones. It was simply wonderful.
  Zhanna winked at Albert and noted:
  - Do you really feel like a little boy? And not at least a teenager, like me?
  The boy genius replied with a smile that was so childish and innocent:
  "You know, wearing shorts and going barefoot makes you feel the world differently. It's amazing. And you do everything in a special way."
  Margarita asked a question:
  - Don"t you want to come up with some new theory?
  Albert grinned and replied:
  "I've already tried... For example, that gravity can be variable, and the theoretical justification for the existence of a time machine. But that, you must admit, isn't it!"
  The Vampire King remarked:
  "I've heard enough of these high-brow theories. At first, they're even captivating, but then they get boring! It's like computer games. Once you get to the end, you don't want to play anymore. You want something new."
  Albert nodded with a smile:
  "When I lived on Earth, there were no computer games yet. So, for example, you had to play checkers or chess. But now there are such amazing combinations of these strategy games and shooters that you'll be blown away!"
  Margarita noted with a sweet look:
  How far has progress come?
  To unprecedented miracles!
  And with her bare, chiseled, very beautiful foot she slapped the water in the basin. Splashes flew.
  Another iconic figure appeared among the guests: Louis XIV, known as the Sun King. In this case, he was a very handsome, blond youth. He clearly didn't want to be a boy, but young, of course, was welcome. And he bounced around, stomping on his scarlet boots with spurs thickly studded with diamonds. Yes, it looked quite cool.
  Louis was dressed luxuriously, and his waistcoat glittered with orders of precious stones, and there were so many of them, as if in a jeweler's shop. It was even somehow tasteless.
  The king was very proud of the fact that he had managed to rule for more than seventy-two years, even if only nominally for part of that time. Not everyone can do that. Hitler, for example, although he conquered Europe and reached Egypt and Moscow, and even Stalingrad, ended badly, no one envies him.
  So he turned out to be a loser...
  Margarita considered inviting Hitler, but decided against it. He's the kind of person who even many tyrants would be embarrassed to be friends with. Although, for example, Lenin hangs out with him. They're both short, energetic, talkative, and both love to destroy and dream.
  Louis bowed to the daughter of Satan and kissed her bare, tanned knee, noting:
  - Your Highness, you are beautiful!
  The hippopotamus grinned and remarked:
  - Beauty humbles even kings!
  Albert chuckled and noted:
  - In the kingdom of Satan there is true paradise!+
  Zhanna nodded with a smile, noting:
  - There was this prophetess, her name was Ellen White. She didn't believe in Hell!
  Margarita remarked with a smile:
  - We should invite her! Where is she now?
  Azazello replied:
  "She toils away as a slave girl on the plantations. Master isn't very fond of her. So now she's forever young, forever barefoot. And if Hell ends, she'll be thrown into the lake of fire, for falsely claiming to be a prophetess and even a Messenger of the Most High!"
  Zhanna giggled and noted:
  "And Luther is a slave boy. True, he was taken from the quarries as a servant to one of the popes. But that's still better than the lake of fire and brimstone. It's even better to be in a young body!"
  Einstein chuckled and threw an ice cream cone at a teenage girl with a finely crafted gold spoon. She responded... Both sinners burst out laughing and stuck out their tongues at each other.
  This is how good it is in eternal childhood...
  Margarita exclaimed:
  "Let Ellen feast with us. Otherwise, both the Almighty and Messire have turned away from her unfortunate self!"
  Louis chuckled and asked:
  - Ellen? Who is this, the Countess or the Duchess?
  Azazello replied:
  "She's a religious fraud. She claimed to be a great prophet, even made up a story about meeting Jesus Christ, and invented the idea that souls don't exist, and Hell is simply nothingness!"
  The young man, the former king of France, whistled:
  - Wow! Wow! Let him come to us!
  And then, indeed, a girl appeared. She looked about eleven or twelve years old. She was barefoot, wearing a simple, short white tunic, devoid of any adornment except her lush, fiery red hair. But she looked very pretty, deeply tanned, like an Indian.
  She walked quite confidently and even smiled, seeing the luxury around her and the many girls and boys in varying degrees of undress.
  Her feet were slightly dusty, and when she sat down next to Margarita, two slave boys brought a golden basin and began to lather her feet with shampoo, first washing away the grass juice from the soles.
  Margarita smiled and noted:
  - Feast with us! It's so much fun here!
  Ellen nodded and remarked:
  - Yes, in Hell they don"t keep fasts.
  Azazello noted:
  -Now you yourself have convinced yourself that Hell exists.
  Albert Einstein remarked:
  - I read your works... Did you seriously believe that Hell or Sheol is non-existence?
  Ellen, now a girl, carefully scooped up some ice cream with a golden spoon and replied:
  - In the Eclisiast of Solomon it is written: in Sheol you will find neither wisdom, nor knowledge, nor reflection. Well, if there is no reflection, then there is non-existence!
  Azazello noted:
  Solomon first showed the unbelievers' reasoning, and it was flawed. Like, "Man has one fate, like cattle," which is wrong. And "Drink your wine in joy, and have fun with women, and be merry." And then he showed the correct reasoning: "Drink, young man, be merry, and know that for this Jehovah will bring you to judgment."
  Margarita noted with a smile:
  The Bible says little about Hell and the afterlife. But if sinners knew how fun and interesting the Underworld-universe is, no one would pay tithes to priests or observe fasts. So the fear of eternal hellish torment is needed for the purpose of intimidation.
  Ellen remarked with a sigh:
  "Hell isn't much fun for me. I'm a slave girl, forced to work on a plantation, with an overseer standing over me with a whip. Just imagine, working until you drop and eating cabbage and beans."
  Albert noted:
  "But you've become a beautiful girl, and your nose has been straightened. I was surprised at what a nasty old woman you were, scary to look at, but you've become such a sweet little redhead."
  Ellen smiled back and remarked:
  - Yes, I'm beautiful. Sometimes I even admired myself in the stream where they allowed me to rinse off after work. But there's little joy. The body gets used to the strain, but the mental torment... It's truly hell. True, even among slaves there are holidays.
  Margarita nodded:
  - True! I'll ask Messire to give you a more enjoyable life than simply digging the earth with a hoe. There are maniacs who've killed people, brutally at that, and they live like queens.
  Azazello noted:
  - Satan's will is law... Not everything is bad in hell, although some people have problems... Especially Protestants!
  Albert noted:
  "Lenin's got it pretty good. He has a ton of admirers and friends in Hell, and in his luxurious palace he feasts and entertains himself lavishly every day."
  Louis muttered:
  - Lenin - that rebel! He's also a handsome young man, not like in life on earth - bald!
  The hippopotamus chuckled and sang jokingly:
  Bald, bald, restless fate,
  But why do you need trouble to become stronger?
  Zhanna snapped back and asked:
  - Maybe we should invite Lenin?
  Margarita giggled and noted:
  - Or maybe better than the Marquis de Sade?
  Albert laughed and replied:
  - The Marquis de Sade is a very sexually uninhibited man - just a monster!
  Behemoth noted:
  - And he prefers to run around barefoot, just like you. Apparently, that's your tendency.
  Azazello noted with a chuckle:
  - Yes, it's a fun pastime! Even I feel like playing pranks sometimes.
  Gella purred:
  The mischievous monkey,
  A donkey, a goat and a club-footed bear...
  We decided to play a quartet,
  We struck the bows, but to no avail!
  Ellen took a small bite of the cake and remarked:
  - It's fun here, but it will be even harder to return to the plantations.
  Azazello noted:
  "Messire didn't like what you wrote about Him in your works. Moreover, the idea that Satan slanders someone is a lie!"
  Gelle pinched the false prophetess girl quite painfully in the side and hissed:
  "Our master gave people the ability to invent, improve, and develop technologically. But in the unfallen worlds, there aren't even bicycles."
  Margarita objected:
  - Maybe so. They could have borrowed them from people, like many other things. So I wouldn't be surprised if they have copied smartphones or even airplanes!
  Albret noted:
  - When Ellen had visions, she didn't see smartphones or even bicycles in the unfallen worlds.
  The false prophetess girl squeaked:
  "I really did have rich and colorful dreams. And they included Jesus and the Heavenly Throne... And I wrote books on the subject. And people believed me. The Seventh-day Adventist Church has thirty million members worldwide, which is not bad for an organization that requires tithing."
  The slave boys finished scrubbing the girl's feet and removed the basin. It was clear that the eternal child's feet were roughened yet graceful. Albert remarked:
  "And you're a beautiful girl. You thought Satan was absolute evil, but he gave your soul a beautiful, healthy, youthful body. And on Earth, old women are just terrible witches!"
  Gella grinned and remarked:
  "I was literally shaking at the thought of becoming such a freak. And now I'm over a thousand years old and I look absolutely amazing!"
  Margarita giggled and noted:
  - Yes, the witches in Hell are really chic!
  Louis exclaimed:
  "Your girls here are amazing! Almost too accessible. I asked you to create Angelica, so she wouldn't be too easy to conquer. And you know, the Almighty Messire did just that, and it was so interesting to court her."
  Ellen remarked as she cut a piece of cake with an orange metal knife with a diamond-studded handle:
  "You're all about debauchery. But I taught people goodness, virtue, and keeping God's commandments. And I really hoped my soul would go to heaven to be with Christ!"
  Albert chuckled and noted:
  "You didn't believe in the soul. You wrote that after death, people fade into oblivion until the Second Coming of Christ, after which they will be resurrected in the flesh. But now you're convinced that Hell isn't oblivion at all, but an active, vibrant life."
  Behemon muttered:
  - Drink some wine! It's very sweet, sweeter than honey in Hell.
  Ellen remarked with a childish and sad smile:
  - I am in the flesh of a girl and I have not stopped drinking wine.
  Margarita took a goblet in her right hand, sparkling with gold leaf and blue stones, shining like stars, and said:
  Fire water,
  Fill the glass,
  Together with Satan,
  There will be a hurricane!
  After which, she began to drink the emerald, bubbling liquid. Others filled their cups as well, even Albert Einstein, who judged that the Hellish wine was not harmful to the body, a gift from Satan to a sinful soul.
  Only Ellen lowered her eyes and became embarrassed. She dreamed of returning to the plantations and working. When she was fed vegetables and porridge, rarely with milk. And around her were other girls. Some of them were nuns, righteous in spirit, but never made it to Heaven. Or children from Protestant families who weren't baptized as infants and didn't make it to Heaven.
  And then it was as if she was washed over with moral filth. Behemon sensed the thoughts of the former false prophetess, who was a righteous soul, and shook his tail. A fluffy, cream-filled cake fell on the girl's head. It shattered, smearing Ellen.
  Everyone laughed. Albert noted:
  "We don't need her on the plantation! Let her play Indians or gladiators with us. Then she'll become truly wild."
  Margarita nodded:
  - Exactly! She needs to live in a proper environment, not among the children of Protestants or nuns. Let her rejoice and have fun.
  The hippopotamus giggled and sang:
  With a buffoon's joke,
  Have fun always...
  Such is the era,
  That's Wednesday!
  CHAPTER No 11.
  In May 1947, Hitler planned to finally take Moscow and finish off the USSR. And the chances of holding out were slim. Moreover, putting the IS-7 halo tank into production under wartime conditions was difficult. Meanwhile, the Nazis had the Panther-4 and Tiger-4 in mass production, which were already arriving at the front. And the USSR had no equals, or even comparable vehicles.
  The T-54 was only produced in small batches, while the T-34-85 hasn't been discontinued and is being produced in huge quantities. And there's no replacement yet.
  But Hitler was alarmed by reports that the United States had actually tested an atomic bomb, and it had exploded. This meant something urgent had to be done.
  And the Führer gave the order to land in Canada and invade the United States. This means Ares will reorient itself from the Eastern Front to the Western.
  And so, at the end of May and beginning of June, the landings take place. And the Nazis seize the first beachheads.
  The E-10, nicknamed "Cheetah"-3, is equipped with a new, thousand-horsepower gas turbine engine. And it moves like a hurricane.
  It's very difficult for the Americans to hit it. This vehicle was an unpleasant surprise for the US. However, the Panther-3 is superior to all American tanks. Only the Super-Pershing can still bite. Well, the Americans slightly modernized this tank and installed a more powerful 810-horsepower engine and increased the armor slope. So the Super-Pershing-2 became faster and more dangerous.
  And in July, the American Lincoln tank was released, armed with a 120-millimeter gun with a muzzle velocity of over 1,000 meters per second. This vehicle was already capable of posing problems even for the Panther-4, although the latter had good frontal protection. Its side armor was also acceptable.
  However, the US still produced the outdated Sherman, which couldn't penetrate the Panther IV even in the side or rear. The Super Pershing, however, could, under certain conditions, handle the Panther IV's side armor. But not the Tiger IV, which was truly very good in terms of side protection. And it could only be penetrated in the side by the Lincoln, not the front.
  The Nazis also dominated the air with the quality of their aircraft. In the ME-362, the Ares went wild with wild rage and fits of rage.
  And so, for thirty thousand downed aircraft and tens of thousands of destroyed ground targets, the boy-terminator was awarded the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and blue diamonds. Such a long award, and quite hefty in size.
  And the young warrior crushed the Americans, pounding tank roofs, artillery, and rocket launchers. The boy acted with remarkable efficiency. He even fired rockets at American battleships, cruisers, and aircraft carriers. For this, he was awarded another award: a Golden Frigate, studded with diamonds as a prize for successfully sinking ships. Now that was truly something. No, truly, this devil boy is superb! And the US, against him, is a real slaughter and destruction.
  He fights in nothing but his swimming trunks, naked, muscular, tanned, and with sculpted abs. His bare, toned feet press the joystick buttons. He moves with great energy.
  And it is very certain that not a single shell is wasted.
  Here comes this little devil boy in an ME-362, armed with seven cannons. And he flies with all his might.
  And so the boy, with his bare toes, presses the joystick buttons and launches aircraft shells, and American planes fly towards him.
  Ares is a very accurate shot. Every single one of his projectiles hits its target and takes out over two hundred and fifty planes at once. What a Terminator boy he is.
  And they all explode at once, with hellish force. A real teenage terminator.
  And then he starts pounding the US tanks. He even hits the Petons-like the Pershing, but a little better. And there's the little devil taking aim. And then he takes the "Big Tom" self-propelled gun and blows it up, detonating and exploding, breaking into a multitude of tiny fragments.
  That's how this desperate boy hits. He acts with inexhaustible energy. And how he demonstrates to everyone the class and strength of a Terminator.
  The Germans were gradually taking over Canada, and doing so quite quickly. And in August, Quebec and Toronto were captured. But in September 1947, Stalin suddenly, or rather, quite predictably, awoke. He had already amassed his forces and pressed forward in a number of directions, especially near Ufa, where the Nazis had made their greatest advance and formed a pocket.
  And then the Red Army launched an offensive. There were a lot of T-34-85 tanks, while the T-54 was still being produced in small batches. But there were a great many T-34s. And the Soviet troops were able to break through the Nazi defenses in this direction. And the Nazis were forced to retreat to avoid being encircled.
  During the second half of September and the first half of October, Soviet troops managed to push back the Nazis from Ufa to Orenburg, and from Kazan to Ulyanovsk. However, the Nazis later deployed reinforcements and were able to halt the Red Army's advance. Moreover, the Soviet troops suffered enormous losses and became exhausted.
  The Nazis, however, managed to capture more than half of Canada. In November, Stalin attempted a central attack to push the front line away from Moscow. But the Nazi defenses were so strong that they were unable to overcome them. The battle continued until the end of December.
  The IS-4 saw combat. But the Panther-4's gun was adequate. Its main gun, however, was insufficient. The NKVD design bureau was developing a new 122-mm gun, but with a muzzle velocity of 1,000 meters per second, and the rate of fire was expected to be increased to eight to ten rounds per minute. Such a gun could be installed on the IS-4. The T-54 was gradually ramping up production. But the T-34-85 was still in production. So the IS-4 was slated for modernization, although the tank had a number of shortcomings. Only four IS-7s were produced-such a supertank was simply too difficult to sustain in a total war.
  The following year, 1948, arrived. The war, of course, had dragged on, and everyone was tired of it. But they couldn't just end it; it had gone too far. Hitler was pressing on two fronts. True, there was also Japan. The Land of the Rising Sun was fighting the United States and its satellites, and for now, it had no intention of opening a front in the Far East. Instead, they were increasing the pressure on America. Hitler, too, fearing the atomic bomb, decided to finish off the United States first. And it was better to defend the USSR.
  And so, in January, the Nazis launched a new offensive against the United States. It was still cold. Meanwhile, Stalin attempted to advance in the north, where the Nazis had managed to capture Arkhangelsk. After fierce fighting, Soviet troops managed to recapture this legendary city, but that was where their success ended. Orenburg could not be encircled and taken. The Nazis also held Ulyanovsk. A temporary lull set in in March. Production of the new T-54 medium tank gradually increased. But the T-34-85 was not yet discontinued. It continued to be produced, and additional T-54s were produced. A few more IS-7 tanks were produced, but due to technological difficulties, they were unable to enter series production.
  In April, a more powerful and advanced 122-mm cannon was developed and installed on the IS-4. The 130-mm cannon, however, couldn't fit into its turret due to its bulk. However, they decided to develop a self-propelled gun based on it. Instead of the SAU-152, they created a vehicle with a smaller-caliber cannon but a higher muzzle velocity of 900 meters per second.
  And this SU-130 was put into production. And the IS-4, with a more powerful and advanced gun, was renamed the IS-8. And so the new designation was launched.
  In May 1948, a major offensive against the United States began. Stalin, for his part, was again attacking in the center. The blow was powerful, with many tanks breaking through. But the powerful defense held. Meanwhile, the Nazis had already captured Philadelphia and surrounded Chicago. The boy-terminator fought desperately against the Americans. And Ares did all sorts of things. He cleared the surface of American ground forces. And he fought desperately in the skies, shooting them down with skill.
  And for forty thousand downed planes, the young superman was awarded a special award, created especially for him: the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Silver Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords, and diamonds. Here it was, presented to the little devil by the Führer himself.
  So Ares received another wonderful award, one created especially for him.
  But there were, of course, other aces, too. In particular, the female pilots Albina and Alvina, who fought in nothing but bikinis and barefoot. And they cut down Soviet troops with great intensity and force.
  It was a hot summer. The Germans were advancing deep into the United States. Soviet troops attempted to attack with great intensity. Hitler's air force dominated the skies. They pummeled the Soviet troops like cutlets. And there was no mercy.
  Furthermore, the Germans used the Panther-4 tank, which demonstrated its strength and gave no quarter to the Soviet tanks.
  Albina and Alvina, as always, are on top of their game and are pounding Soviet troops with jet fighters.
  And so they act there and press the joystick buttons with their bare toes.
  The fighting continues. Soviet troops attempted to bypass Ulyanovsk, but encountered a strong defensive line. The superiority of German tanks and missile launchers was taking its toll.
  The fascist jets were raging and battering the enemy.
  At the end of August, the Nazis approached New York and Washington. And began to encircle them. The Americans acquired a new self-propelled gun with a 200mm cannon, capable of penetrating a Tiger-4 tank from the front. But this was of little use. The Nazis now had new MP-64 submachine guns, capable of firing in concentrated groups over long ranges. And deftly hammering and destroying.
  Elite SS units even have cartridges with uranium cores. And this is an extremely powerful acquisition. These are the units.
  The Nazis also acquired the unique E-5, a four-ton vehicle with a single prone crew member and a thousand-horsepower gas turbine engine. This propelled the self-propelled gun to colossal speeds. This became a unique means of breaking through, including American positions.
  And then more advanced disc aircraft appeared in the German air force. Still the very first ones. But they were surrounded by a laminar flow, making them virtually invulnerable to any small arms fire. Now that's real power. Imagine flying saucers that couldn't be shot down.
  And they can trivially ram enemy planes. And thus shoot them down. And the Nazis have yet another very powerful trump card. And they can attack and hit the Americans with their first aircraft.
  In early September, New York and Washington fell... The American command agreed to freeze hostilities at the end of September.
  And hand over all stockpiles of atomic bombs. And Hitler, before deep autumn had set in, decided to advance on Moscow. And then the German self-propelled tanks moved in to finally encircle the tiresome capital.
  The battle on the outskirts of Moscow continued. The Komsomol girls, as always, were focused and aggressive. They fired at the enemy with their guns and simultaneously attempted to mine the approaches. The battle was simply savage.
  The girls also launched mines at the enemy in a high arc. A lot of debris had accumulated there. The Nazis opened fire and tried to suppress all the Red Army's fire points. One of the weapons was a gas projector. They had developed and evolved significantly during the war. Now the Nazis could fire volumetric explosions not only over large areas but also at specific targets.
  And this turned out to be a serious impact.
  In particular, the Bear type installations were used, which had twenty-five missiles, which was a formidable, destructive type of weapon.
  And now an entire division of German "bears" was deployed against Soviet troops. Positions on the outskirts of Moscow were being shelled. It should be noted that the Soviet troops were resilient and heroically held their ground under the crushing blows of their enemies.
  Natasha exclaimed when the Bears scored:
  - We are the cool girls of the world,
  The Motherland will be sung!
  Zoya confirmed energetically:
  - Yes, our Motherland, let it be sung! Glory to the USSR!
  The girls acted with energy. They moved and fired. The USSR, too, was searching for a countermeasure to the Nazis. Specifically, more advanced versions of the Andryusha launcher were developed, in the form of the Grad, which delivered deadly fire. Efforts were also made to produce more accurate charges.
  At the same time, the IS-8 tank was modernized, and a more advanced 125-mm cannon was installed on it. This gun was capable of causing problems for the Nazi tanks.
  The Bears just struck. The roar was deafening and terrifying. The missiles slammed into the ground, and it seemed like a swarm of meteors was erupting, sending up plumes of smoke and fire.
  A red-haired Komsomol girl, Victoria, noted:
  - It reminds me of the clatter of Lucifer's hellish hooves!
  Svetlana giggled and remarked:
  "Everything in our world reminds me of something! For example, when I hear the thunderous salvos of gunfire, I begin to associate it with a Wagner symphony."
  Natasha slammed her bare, sharp heel on the dugout floor and sang:
  I'm not tired of it at all,
  To fight with the filthy Fritz...
  And that matter will end -
  Let's sing and have fun!
  Let's sing and have fun!
  Zoya giggled and noted:
  - That's what's great - to sing and have fun! But to be sad, believe me, is bad.
  Victoria remarked with a sigh:
  - There was the First World War. And it was just as boring and hopeless. Have you actually read the book "All Quiet on the Western Front"? It was just as hopeless and tedious.
  Svetlana objected:
  "No, not exactly. Our front line has been moving quite dynamically lately, though, let's say, not in our favor."
  Aurora remarked with fury:
  "Yes, after they forgot Stalin's commandment-"Not one step back!"-the defense clearly weakened. But there's hope that the Nazis will feel the same way after the Fuhrer's death."
  Natasha, feeling the enemy pouring fire from above and the top of the dugout moving, noted:
  - We will not allow the enemy to command us! And we will stand to the death!
  The shelling of Soviet positions continued. As the saying goes, you sow the wind, you reap the whirlwind. Nothing could stop the Soviet advance at this point, but what if the Nazis started pushing forward?
  Zoya noted with a sad look:
  - Yes, it's hard to stay on the defensive, even mentally. We need to go on the attack!
  Victoria took it and jokingly sang:
  I can both read and write,
  But the paperwork became boring...
  Someone hit the enemy with a bast shoe,
  I got a pen and ink!
  And the girls burst into laughter. And started pointing fingers at each other...
  The shelling, both with artillery and gas projectors, continued. Air strikes were also active.
  Some German aircraft were capable of bombing the USSR even in the Far East. In particular, tailless, jet-powered flying wing aircraft reached high altitudes and speeds. And not every fighter could catch them, especially if they were accompanied by the invulnerable German disc aircraft. Now that was truly a powerful aircraft.
  The TA-700 and TA-600-fearsome six-engine aircraft with powerful defensive armament-literally tormented Soviet factories in the Urals and beyond. Such was their fighting force.
  Natasha noted, sitting in the bunker:
  - There is no defense against a crowbar unless there is another crowbar!
  And the girls burst out laughing. This was a truly superb mystery.
  The Nazis weren't sleeping either. In particular, they tortured Komsomol member Anyuta.
  They hoisted her onto the rack and roasted her bare, girlish heels over a fire.
  And her bare feet were clamped in stocks. And it was quite painful. Actually, very painful. The girl's bare feet were smeared with olive oil to prevent the skin from charring right away. This way, the pain was prolonged.
  Stretching the body also strains the ligaments, thereby increasing the suffering. This is the kind of brutal torture the Nazis used.
  Anyuta, however, behaved courageously, and even began to sing with fervor and delight:
  In the vastness of space, believe me, there is a dream,
  She is like a ray of sunshine in the sky...
  In the eyes of Svarog there is peace and purity,
  He will rise for us, like Jesus!
  
  We will give birth to a radiant destiny,
  She, like the sun, shines in May...
  But I don"t understand how long the undead can last,
  How evil fate plays with us!
  
  Defend your homeland, knight,
  Let it shine like a star in the sky...
  We protect the vastness of our native land,
  Let the planet become an eternal paradise!
  
  But what can the formidable communism do?
  He will make the flag of the motherland all-powerful...
  And the furious fascism will perish in the ashes,
  We will pierce the enemy with a very strong blow!
  
  Give our hearts to our Motherland,
  So that they burn with a very bright heat...
  We will go through our battle to the end,
  And we will sweep away the Fuhrer with one blow!
  
  Comrade Stalin replaced the father,
  We are children of very different generations...
  The horde will perish in Gehenna in rage,
  And the genius Lenin will show you the way to Eden!
  
  In Russia, every boy is a giant,
  And girls are trained to fight...
  Lord Almighty, we have one Family,
  We Russians have always known how to fight!
  
  I believe we will achieve everything soon,
  There is nothing higher in the universe...
  The Komsomol member raised her oar,
  And she hit the Fuhrer on the roof!
  
  There is no more communism, you know, ideas,
  They are beautiful and will bring happiness!
  And the Fuhrer is simply a villain,
  Very insidious, very black color!
  
  I am a girl - the greatness of a fighter,
  Barefoot, she rushed boldly through the frost...
  My thick braid is made of gold,
  Made a swift threat!
  
  A billion ideas can arise,
  How to organize the Fatherland in communism...
  If you see a Fritz, hit him hard,
  So that bloody Adolf does not sit on the throne!
  
  Get your fists into the fascists,
  Or better yet, hit them with a sledgehammer...
  Let's ride along the Volga with the breeze,
  We simply don"t mind crushing goats!
  
  We will raise our soldiers for the Motherland,
  The girls rush to attack...
  The beauty aimed the machine gun,
  Hitler will pay a heavy price when he pays back!
  
  No one can defeat the Russians,
  Even if he is a wolf of fascism, he is a seasoned devil...
  But still, the bear is stronger than him,
  Which order builds a new one!
  
  Run for the Motherland, for Stalin,
  The Komsomol girls are rushing along with barefoot steps...
  The fascists were slashed with boiling water,
  Because the Great Russians are the coolest of all!
  
  Proud girls will enter Berlin,
  They will leave footprints of bare feet...
  Above them is a golden-winged cherub,
  And they shine silver like wasp pearls!
  So, full of enthusiasm, strength, and energy, the girl just sang. And her melody was wondrous. It made the heart skip a beat and the pain subside.
  And so the war continued. Soviet positions were shelled. Grass and earth burned. There was much destruction and death.
  At the end of October, torrential rains began, and the fighting subsided slightly. For fifty thousand aircraft shot down, Ares received a new, unique award: the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross, the Gold Cross, and the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. What a unique award it was. And Ares also received the rank of Air Force Field Marshal. Now that was a truly superb award!
  In December, fighting resumed on US soil. German and Japanese forces advanced. American resistance was weak. Within a month, the southern US was conquered and the fighting shifted to Mexico.
  By January 30, 1949, the last remnants of American troops surrendered. And thus, the second front was closed. Now Japan, too, could devote all its forces to the war against the USSR.
  Hitler was, as they say, in seventh heaven. And the Nazis began to gather their forces.
  And in February, Stalin launched a new offensive. In 1949, production of the new T-54 tank finally ramped up. And so, starting in March 1949, production of the T-34-85 ceased. A new tank, the IS-10, appeared. Unlike the IS-8, it was made ten tons lighter, which increased its maneuverability. Its frontal armor was even thicker, while the side armor was reduced. And it had a 125-millimeter gun, firing ten rounds per minute and a muzzle velocity of one thousand meters per second.
  Thus, the USSR acquired a more capable tank. And the T-54 was more powerful and sophisticated. True, the Germans weren't sitting idle either. They developed the Panther-5, a lighter tank with the same armor thickness but with greater slopes. The weight was reduced to sixty-eight tons, and the gas turbine engine became more powerful, producing 1,800 horsepower. Plus, the Nazis began using uranium additives in the tank's armor, making it stronger. The more powerful Panther-5 proved more agile and dangerous. The Tiger-5 also underwent modernization. The tank's weight was reduced by five tons, and the engine became more powerful, reaching two thousand five hundred tons. And this gave the colossal machine the power to move at a higher speed. And while the gun remained a 128-millimeter 100 EL, it was quite capable of penetrating all Soviet vehicles. And bunkers, too.
  So the Fritzes progressed.
  The USSR finally started developing some kind of jet aircraft, the MiG-15. But the Germans were already developing the ME-462, a machine capable of twice the speed of sound and very powerfully armed. Now that's some serious power.
  And Ares returned to the Soviet front. And he began to thrash the Red Army on land, at sea, and in the air.
  Well, there weren't really any targets at sea anymore. But the impact was powerful.
  The Soviet offensive was ineffective, and by the end of April it had fizzled out. In May, the Germans launched a major offensive in Central Asia. There, in early June, they captured Tashkent and Dushanbe. Tension ensued. In the area before the Urals, the Germans again approached Ufa, and by the end of June, they reached Kazan.
  On June 30, Japan also entered the war against the USSR. Samurai used the licensed Panther-3 tank in combat. It was still more powerful than the T-54, which became the main Soviet tank. And it was undoubtedly dangerous. Japan had a large infantry force, including forcibly conscripted Chinese. And, of course, it was pressing hard.
  In July, the situation for the USSR became extremely dire. The Japanese surrounded Vladivostok and captured Primorye. The Nazis surrounded Kazan and Ufa, capturing most of Central Asia.
  Astrakhan was recaptured, and the Nazis were advancing north toward Lake Ladoga. That was a very tough and combat-ready moment.
  Moscow was still holding out. But Leningrad, exhausted by the siege, had surrendered in the winter. And was now under Hitler's control. The Führer himself came there and visited the Winter Palace. There, he ordered the construction of a special kilometer-high monument on the outskirts of the city. And that was a big deal.
  The supertank "Rat" finally paraded near Leningrad and crossed the Neva.
  The Mammoth-3 tank was also on display, equipped with a 500-millimeter rocket-propelled grenade launcher capable of destroying entire city blocks. Hitler was delighted. Stalin, on the other hand, was in a panic. He had no allies left. The Japanese had also captured Mongolia, and that was extremely scary. What was Stalin supposed to do? He was ready to hang himself. He was being pressed from both sides.
  The Germans, however, began shelling again. They had plenty of guns. But the Soviet artillery also waged counter-battery fire. Shells rained down like hailstones. Such was the brutal fighting.
  And the Komsomol girls fight too. They're, let's say, delightful stunners. And they wield machine guns. And they fire at both infantry and vehicles. The Nazis rarely deploy infantry into battle. They prefer to ride on armor. And that's logical. They use tanks especially often. Especially Panthers. They may not be as armored as the Mammoth, but they're very mobile. The Panthers are the most advanced, number five.
  They feature gas turbine engines, a powerful high-pressure gun, a uranium-cored projectile, a low profile, and well-sloped armor. The Panther-5 is increasingly being produced and is increasingly becoming a mainstay tank.
  True, the high-pressure gun has only just appeared. It's not as long as the 100EL, but due to the high pressure in the breech, it ejects the projectile at a higher muzzle velocity-currently, 1,600 meters per second. And it penetrates all Soviet vehicles and thick armor. But it was only just produced and first used in July. And the mortar launchers are also highly destructive.
  The Germans finally began to bypass Moscow. There was fierce fighting in Tula. By the end of July, the Nazis had surrounded the city and broken into Kashira. And by early August, even Tula had fallen, leaving Moscow in a sort of pocket, surrounded in a semicircle. The Nazis were moving eastward with the goal of finally closing the circle, and then Moscow would be completely encircled. And it would be impossible to hold. Ares acted energetically, launching missiles and firing aircraft cannons at Soviet guns and rocket launchers. And then, by early September, the bottleneck had become even narrower, and long-range guns could already fire right through it.
  Stalin offered Hitler peace on any terms. The Führer demanded complete and unconditional surrender. A lull in the fighting ensued. But the fighting continued. In October, the encirclement around Moscow finally closed. Stalin, however, was not there. He had evacuated to Novosibirsk. Although Hitler's air force was still harassing him there. The Japanese had also taken Vladivostok and Khabarovsk and were advancing across Siberia. Alma-Ata also fell under the blows of German and Japanese units. And at the end of October, Ryazan was taken, and Moscow's position became completely hopeless. In November, Gorky also fell, and the Nazis, despite the snow, advanced on Sverdlovsk and Chelyabinsk. Meanwhile, the capital of the USSR itself was pressed and razed to the ground.
  Despite the hopeless situation, the USSR finally rolled out a new tank, the IS-11, in November. It was armed with a 203-millimeter gun, which was a threat to any German vehicle. However, the tank was large and heavy, weighing a hundred tons. The Nazis had their own innovations. In particular, an underground tank was used in the battle for Moscow. It moved at a speed of ten kilometers per hour, emerging in the most unexpected places, and inflicted devastating blows on the Soviet rear.
  Moscow fell at the end of November... And in December, both Sverdlovsk and Chelyabinsk were captured. The fighting, however, was somewhat slowed by the harsh winter. It was 1950. Air battles were still going on. Novosibirsk housed the largest Soviet aircraft factory, which had been moved underground. And planes were still being produced, particularly the Yak-23 and MiG-15. And the Ares fought them in the air.
  In March, he reached the mark of sixty thousand aircraft shot down alone, not counting ground targets, of which there were also tens of thousands. For this, he was awarded the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Platinum Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  So the boy acted with the irrepressible energy of a little devil. And in May, the advance of German and Japanese troops across Siberia resumed. The Nazis acquired a new tank from the AG series-a pyramidal shape. Its distinguishing feature was its impenetrability from all angles, including against air strikes. Its small track rollers occupied virtually the entire underside, giving the tank excellent cross-country ability. This vehicle could be called a miracle weapon. And it truly was formidable. True, it appeared at the very end of the war, when the outcome was already a foregone conclusion. In July, German troops, breaking the weakening resistance of Soviet units, approached Novorossiysk. Red Army soldiers increasingly preferred to surrender. Nevertheless, by July, the Great Patriotic War had already entered its tenth year. General fatigue had set in. And the Nazis and Japanese had already captured almost the entire USSR. But Stalin stubbornly refused to capitulate. He hid in the Siberian forests and counted on guerrilla warfare.
  However, Beria had other plans. And so, on August 19, 1950, when the Nazis and Japanese had captured virtually all major cities and towns in the USSR, Lavrenty Beria poisoned the already gravely ill Stalin. And on August 21, he signed a surrender agreement with Hitler, in exchange for his own life and the lives of his entourage. Thus ended the Second World War.
  In his joy, the Führer promoted the eternal boy Ares to the rank of Reich Air Force Field Marshal and presented him with the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Platinum Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. And with that, this diabolical game orchestrated by Messire, in which his grandson, the imp and eternal boy Ares, had participated, ended!
  CHAPTER No 12.
  Ellen White wanted to make the sign of the cross, but Azazello grabbed her hand and hissed:
  - I'll cut off your hand!
  Louis gurgled:
  - Hit the girl on her bare heels with sticks! Let her learn to respect her elders.
  Albert objected:
  - No, it's better to use kindness rather than violence. So that everything will be fine and healthy.
  Margarita stroked Ellen's head and noted:
  - What lush and fiery hair you have... It makes you look like a little devil.
  The prophetess girl squeaked:
  - I would gladly shave them off... And I'd rather be flogged, or given a hundred blows with a stick on my bare heels, than...
  And Ellen screamed, Behemoth struck her with lightning, and it was terribly painful. Nevertheless, the girl spun around, shaking from the concussion of the hellish discharge.
  Azazello noted:
  - You shouldn't be rude when visiting!
  Gella suggested with a laugh:
  - Maybe we should give it to the Marquis de Sade?
  Margarita nodded:
  - What? What a wonderful idea! Rub the soles of your bare feet with olive oil and hold a brazier to them.
  Azazello growled:
  - Exactly. She didn't believe in the torments of hell, so now let her experience them.
  And the satanic menagerie giggled. Another famous character appeared - Karl Marx. He, too, preferred to be a barefoot boy, about eleven years old. He was tanned, almost black, but with light hair braided into several small pigtails at the back. He bounced around, looking extremely combative. His T-shirt depicted a girl in a bikini, quite muscular, striking a sack of gold with all her might. And underneath it was written: "Death to the bourgeoisie!"
  Gella noted with a smile:
  - A magnificent character! I especially like his line: "Religion is the opium of the people!"
  Margarita answered with a smile:
  - Yes, that's true. Just like capitalism is a terrible system. But communism is even more terrible.
  Boy Karl squeaked:
  - Is communism really hell?
  Louis threw several sparkling gold coins into the air, then caught them deftly and replied:
  - No! There's no money under communism, and I have plenty of it here!
  Albert chirped:
  Make money, make money,
  Forgetting about boredom, laziness...
  Make money, make money,
  And the rest is all rubbish!
  And the rest is all rubbish!
  And when the laughter began, even Ellen, that righteous girl, came to life. She winked back, noting:
  - You're not so much scary as you are funny. Although your hits are painful!
  The hippopotamus remarked with a sweet look:
  "In one of your books, you portrayed Messir in a rather unflattering light. In fact, even the Bible wrote: "Lucifer is the crown of beauty, the seal of perfection, and the fullness of wisdom!"
  Ellen replied with a forced smile:
  "Why don't the villains in Hell receive their due punishment? For example, Genghis Khan lives better than kings and commits atrocities in this universe."
  Azazello replied with a chuckle:
  "Good and evil are relative concepts. And King David is no better than Genghis Khan in terms of atrocities. But since he's an ancestor of the Blessed Virgin Mary, he went to heaven. Although, perhaps he regrets it; all entertainment with pluses is forbidden in the Heavenly Kingdom. And we have so many different games."
  Margarita nodded with a smile:
  "Yes, my son Ares loves to play. One moment he's winning World War II for Hitler. Another moment he's fighting in space, both for and against Stelzanat, and overall, his life is pure joy. It's like an eternal computer game!"
  Abaddon remarked:
  On real Earth, wars aren't as enjoyable or exciting as they are in virtual reality and the RPG Hell. In this regard, we must be careful not to confuse virtual reality with reality.
  Gella stamped her bare, graceful foot and remarked:
  "I'm worried about something else. Yuri Petukhov has become incredibly powerful. We need to somehow neutralize him."
  Margarita noted with a sweet look:
  "I'll make him fall in love with me, and then he'll run after me like a little bunny! He'll be another servant for my Great Father."
  The hippopotamus replied with a sigh:
  - If only it were that simple, you could fool the whole world...
  Marx muttered, waving his childish hand:
  - What, you haven't charmed me? I think the world is already in the spirit of Satan!
  Margarita then noticed:
  - Yes and no! On Earth, they build temples to the Almighty God, but unfortunately, not to my Father.
  Gella, lowering her voice, answered:
  - I have a plan... I don"t know if it will work or not, but I could really create problems for Yuri Petukhov.
  Azazello, baring his fangs, asked:
  - And what is the essence of this plan?
  The vampire girl replied:
  - We need to infect him so that he becomes like us in the flesh and fears the light!
  The Vampire King perked up:
  - Really? And you think you can force him to drink our blood? Bite him, no problem, but that's not enough!
  Behemon noted:
  "What's the point of science and progress? You can infect someone with the vampiric germs without a bite or blood. We've already tried that!"
  Margarita remarked with a sigh:
  - This may not work on the son of Archangel Michael.
  Gella noted with a smile:
  "But in the flesh, he's almost a normal human, except perhaps without the aging genes. But that doesn't mean he can't become a vampire. Especially since he needs to know a few secrets."
  Albert nodded and sang:
  Of course they have a lot of secrets,
  I'd like to talk to the devil face to face,
  Even poison has no effect on the devil,
  He is immune to poisons!
  And there was laughter. It really was funny. What a team. The demons were truly gone.
  Behemoth confirmed:
  "We'll do that! But who should we send on the mission to infect Yurochka?"
  Gella pouted and replied:
  - Of course me!
  Azazello objected:
  - No! That won't do, she's too famous. Yuri will recognize her immediately and be wary.
  Margarita suggested here:
  "Maybe we should send Ellen? She really did have clairvoyance and predicted many things! It's no wonder tens of millions of people around the world still consider her a messenger of the Almighty God."
  Gella winked at the girl prophetess:
  - So, did you complete the task? And you have a wonderful life in the Hell-Universe!
  Ellen shook her head decisively.
  - No! I won't go for it!
  The hippopotamus muttered:
  - What if we roast your bare heels on the rack and whip you with hot wire, and then break all the fingers on your hands and on your little feet?
  The slave girl answered bravely:
  - No! I won't do anything mean anyway!
  Louis, this young king noted:
  "And she's virtuous! I love women like that, you have to fight for them. But having a woman's body without fighting for it, that's not the same."
  Margarita answered with a smile:
  - And men's too... It looks like I'll have to take on this myself.
  The hippopotamus nodded:
  - Yes, Yuri fell in love with her, but it seems she is crazy about him too.
  Gella giggled and jokingly sang:
  I know my dear that without you I will feel bad,
  And no one will share your suffering...
  But believe me, never a child of vice,
  He will not love the immaculate creation!
  Margarita answered in a serious tone:
  - No! I love the young vampire king. And I want him to be my husband.
  Azazello noted:
  - Having a vampire as a husband is not the best idea.
  Gella objected:
  "You can become a vampire and not be afraid of the sun. Messire even made me get a tan."
  Albert exclaimed:
  - Wow! Tanned vampires are so cool!
  Marx noted with a smile:
  - And the main theorist of communism, a barefoot boy in shorts, is even cooler.
  Margarita chirped:
  If a sparrow is nearby, we prepare a cannon!
  If there is a fly, hit the fly, take aim at it!
  Louis chuckled and noted:
  - Yes, you're not on the same level as just swatting flies. It would be better if you gave us something more serious.
  Behemoth noted:
  - It's much harder to hit a fly with a cannonball than a fortress tower, Your Majesty!
  Hella burst out laughing and slapped Louis on the top of his head. He tried to kick her back, but was thrown head over heels off his chair. He landed like a sack. The sinners and demons laughed. Only Ellen noticed:
  - It's not nice to laugh at someone else's misfortune.
  And then she screamed. A tongue of red flame scorched her childish, bare, pink sole with its gracefully curved heel. The girl, however, forced a smile and noted:
  - That's what Hell is for, to burn with fire.
  Behemoth noted:
  "It's nothing - a nice massage. But if we throw you into Gehenna, you'll be in for a real treat."
  Margarita objected:
  - We agreed to take the girl with affection. Look what a sweet girl she is. And what an ugly old woman she was in her past life.
  Gella laughed and noted:
  - Yes, the old ladies have filled the churches and chapels, praying to God, and not one of them has looked younger. But tell me, would you give me a thousand and a bit?
  Ellen muttered:
  - You still can"t escape the lake of fire!
  Azazello muttered:
  - Same with you!
  And the flames scorched the girl's bare feet again. Only this time they were much stronger, and Ellen screamed, experiencing excruciating pain, truly hellish:
  - A, a-a-a-a-a!
  Margarita exclaimed:
  - Come on, take it easy! Don't hurt the girl!
  The hippopotamus laughed, and a large cake, covered in chocolate, pink, and yellow frosting, fell on the former prophetess. The girl got thoroughly dirty. And Ellen, suddenly overcome with pain, hurt, and humiliation, burst into tears like a little girl.
  Gella burst out laughing:
  - There she is, claiming to be the messenger of Jehovah, roaring!
  Azazello suggested, stamping the heel of his luxurious boot with diamond-studded platinum spurs:
  - Maybe we should whip her with a hot wire? You'll agree, that would be fun.
  Margarita objected:
  - No! It's better to corrupt with affection. And we really can do that.
  Albert noted:
  - This is how the bourgeoisie bribes the proletarians and other oppressed classes.
  Marx chuckled and noted, stamping his bare foot like a boy of about eleven:
  - You're a smart girl, a quick learner! I think a proletarian revolution is inevitable on planet Earth.
  Gella noted:
  The world on Earth is full of suffering and injustice. And this has already become an axiom.
  The hippopotamus gurgled:
  - Maybe our great princess will sing something on this theme?
  Margarita nodded vigorously:
  - Of course I will sing!
  And Lucifer's daughter began to sing with her gentle and full-sounding voice, and any prima donna would have hanged herself with envy.
  Creator of the Universe, you are cruel,
  So spoke the lips of millions!
  And even from horror my temple turned so gray -
  When there are countless problems - legions!
  
  When old age comes, evil death,
  When there is a war, a tornado - the earth shakes!
  When you just want to die,
  Because there is no heat under the world of the Sun!
  
  When a child cries, there is a sea of tears,
  When there are whole bouquets of diseases!
  One question: - Why did Christ suffer?
  And why do only comets laugh?
  
  What happened in this world, why -
  Are we starving, freezing and suffering?
  And why does shit crawl to the top?
  But why does Cain succeed?!
  
  Why do we need the fading of old women,
  Why have weeds covered the gardens?
  And why do they delight our ears -
  A round dance of nothing but promises?!
  
  The Lord answered, also grieving,
  As if not knowing a better fate...
  O man, child of my love...
  The one I wanted to settle in paradise!
  
  But you don"t know, the child is stupid,
  There is only one small thought in you!
  That the light of grace has dimmed,
  So that you don"t sleep like a bear in winter!
  
  After all, in order to stir you people up,
  I send you trials of sorrow!
  So that the game will be fat for dinner,
  It takes courage, cunning and diligence!
  
  Well, you would be like Adam in that paradise,
  Walked aimlessly, staggering like a ghost!
  But you learned the word - I love,
  Communicating with the unclean spirit, Satan!
  
  You understand, there is a struggle in this world,
  And at the same time, success and respect!
  Therefore, the harsh fate of people,
  And one must endure, alas, suffering!
  
  But when you achieved your goal,
  Managed to break barriers and shackles...
  May your dreams come true,
  Then you want new battles!
  
  Therefore, understand, sir man,
  After all, sometimes even I feel so offended!
  That living in bliss for a whole century -
  People are like pigs, and I'm ashamed of them!
  
  That is why there is a new light in the struggle -
  The battles will last into boundless eternity...
  But you will find consolation in prayer,
  God will always embrace the unfortunate tenderly!
  Her song was so powerful that many thousands of guests and servants and maids applauded.
  Ellen noted with a sigh, her tears drying up:
  - What a great talent! This is truly a miracle. It's a shame it's wasted on all sorts of nonsense and the lowest forms of entertainment!
  The hippopotamus objected, baring his teeth:
  - You underestimate us. And you think wrongly.
  Magarita nodded and said with fury:
  "You should be punished for such insolence, barefoot girl." The girl with gold leaf-colored hair snapped her bare toes, sending up a fiery fountain sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow. And she added, "And you know, we're celebrating the salvation of humanity, which I accomplished with my friends, the postponement of the end of the world."
  Ellen groaned:
  -I wish Jesus would come sooner.
  Gella remarked with a sweet smile:
  "You, naive girl, wrote that the beast in the Revelation of John is the system of the Roman Papacy. Yes, Catholics are still very strong, there are almost one and a half billion of them. But Islam is also gaining strength. And soon Muslims will outnumber Christians." Here the vampire girl shook her head, framed by fiery red hair, and added, "But Islam will not be united; no single religion in the world will become dominant. Pagan India and godless China are the new global sources of power."
  Azazello clarified:
  But India and China have hostile relations. And there are other centers of power. For example, Africa is growing in both population and economic strength.
  Albert added:
  "This girl even wrote in her works that the United States would be the sole superpower at the end of world history, but in reality, the world is truly multipolar. And in this regard, Satan and the Russian president are united. Of course, Messir won't let Russia become the sole superpower!"
  Marx noted:
  Strengthened by Marxist ideology, the USSR could have become a superpower, and even did become one. But it collapsed, not without the machinations of Lucifer, I think. I think Messire understood what a force it was, and especially dangerous after Andropov and Chernenko began to draw closer to China, along with good relations with India. And so it was necessary to quickly launch Gorbachev. And this project proved fatal for the USSR!
  Margarita objected:
  "Man has free will. And there's no need to blame everything on Satan. In fact, no matter how powerful Messire is, it's on Earth that both my Father and the Lord God have minimal interference in human affairs. And to, for example, hypnotize Gorbachev into implementing perestroika... We don't do that; there are far more subtle methods. And more sophisticated ones."
  Ellen noted with a sweet look:
  "I didn't write that the US would be the sole superpower. I meant that the false prophet in John's Revelation is the US, and he will assist the Roman Papacy. And you see for yourself, an American has become the Pope. This means the Vatican and Washington are increasingly uniting and consolidating."
  Albert noted:
  "She wrote that the sign of the Antichrist is the first day of the week, that is, the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Just think about how outrageous that is!"
  Marx laughed and noted:
  "Many consider my works to be outlandish, while others, on the contrary, consider them canonical. It's hard to say..." The boy in shorts slapped his bare foot and added, "There are also those who take a more balanced approach, that while my works are not indisputable, they do have a certain value!"
  Margarita stated authoritatively:
  "If you think about it, the works of the Marquis de Sade also have a certain value. And I don't think anyone can argue with that! Or Emmanuel... There's something to them, too! Especially when a woman demonstrates complete freedom and a lack of prejudice."
  Gella sang in response:
  On the planets floating in eternity,
  People's prejudices are pathetic...
  Better in the courage of humanity,
  To become free like the Gods!
  After which the team burst out laughing. They were having a lot of fun.
  Ellen noted with a sweet look:
  - You are having fun, but sooner or later the end will come for the Hell-Universe!
  Margarita answered with a smile:
  - Not exactly. If the unfallen worlds sin and separate from God, then Hell could exist forever!
  The righteous girl remarked:
  - And who, seeing the suffering of people on Earth, would risk separating from God and following Satan?
  Gella noted with a smile:
  "There are many good things on Earth, including the fruits of progress. Is it worth noting, then, that it's fun there... Only the old men and women spoil the picture. But in Hell, everyone is so young and fresh. And at the same time, they have plenty of fun."
  Louis nodded:
  "Yes, that's right! War is also entertainment, especially when you use flamethrower tanks. Such destructive power! And yet, when the machines fire jets, it seems like flame from the jaws of a dragon."
  Marx agreed, adding:
  - A tank is a tank, even in Africa! But computer games are super, super.
  Ellen asked unexpectedly:
  - What kind of computer games are these? I've heard about them many times, but I've never tried them. What kind of beast is this?
  Albert answered first:
  - It's a magnificent thing. You could even say it's simply superb! In it, you can be anyone: Stalin, Hitler, Genghis Khan, God, Emperor Palpatine.
  Louis remarked:
  - Or play as yourself and conquer first the planet Earth, and then the galaxy, or even the entire universe.
  Marx chuckled and added:
  Or, what's also wonderful, build communism! And that's better than just killing and conquering. And anyway, playing wars is kind of... I didn't make it to the First World War, I was already watching it from Hell. Honestly, it's terrible!
  Ellen nodded her red head.
  - Yes, that's true, any war is terrible. Although I've been told that World War II was even worse.
  Albert confirmed:
  - Yes, even worse! But in some ways, the First World War was a rock bottom that has never been surpassed. Specifically, in that four empires disappeared from the map at once: the Ottoman, German, Austro-Hungarian, and Russian. And then the October Revolution took place.
  Marx stated:
  The October Revolution was a progressive act. And thanks to it, a Marxist experiment was carried out in Russia, which proved the viability of communist ideas. The USSR became a highly developed country, second only to the United States in economic terms. And if not for Khrushchev's liberalization, it might have surpassed even the United States.
  Azazello noted with a smile:
  - I think we're missing Stalin at our table!
  Margarita giggled and replied:
  - Stalin... He's too serious a guy. He might even ruin our rosy mood.
  The hippopotamus roared:
  - I'll throw a cake at him! Then we'll see how cool he is.
  And how this very large and fat cat laughs.
  Albert noted:
  Stalin was a tough guy. But he saved the world from fascism. He wasn't the only one, of course, but if the USSR had fallen in a couple of months, who knows if the British would have been able to survive. There are various alternative histories where the Nazis win. In most of them, such a fascist future promises little joy.
  Azazello noted:
  "That's debatable. Considering that fascism transformed crisis-ravaged Germany into a monster in seven years, one that conquered almost all of Europe in two months, the Nazis weren't exactly such bigots. Moreover, harsh rulers tended to be more successful than soft ones."
  Margarita noted:
  - But a soft landing is still better than a hard one!
  And the girl just started laughing, and her laugh was very cheerful.
  Marx noted with the sweet air of an eternal boy:
  - It depends on the person. For me personally, that's true, but if you play tennis or badminton, then the hardball option might be better.
  Gella clarified:
  - For the ball to bounce, of course.
  And she laughed again. And they were obviously having fun.
  Meanwhile, some spectacle was observed. In particular,
  A gladiator girl engaged in combat with a three-headed crocodile. And it was absolutely stunning to watch. The way she swung two swords at once, spinning like a windmill. The way she leaped up and slammed her bare heels into her opponent's chin. And then swung again. Bright orange droplets of blood flew across the arena. And the three-headed crocodile, looking more like the dragon Gorynych, took damage. Now that was a fighting palette.
  Ellen remarked with a sweet look:
  - It's somewhat reminiscent of a battle in heaven.
  Margarita noted:
  - It's not all that clear-cut. Good and evil are relative concepts.
  Gella confirmed:
  "That's true! Killing children is clearly evil. But Elisha set bears on the children of Israel, and they tore forty-two children to pieces. And yet, the Bible doesn't hold him accountable for that. " The vampire girl snapped her bare toes and added, "As if it were perfectly normal for God's prophet to behave like that."
  Azazello noted:
  - Moreover, this precisely shows how relative everything is. As someone wise said: God is not an angel, and the Devil is not the devil! Everything is more than relative!
  Behemoth added:
  "And Noah's flood? That was genocide, on a planetary scale. And God orchestrated it. And if you read the Book of Revelation, there are also savage atrocities there. So, really, what is the Almighty's method? A sort of attempt to be Stalin cubed."
  Ellen noted:
  "God created the universe and, to some extent, is its master. And He has more right to violence than, say, Hitler or Stalin. After all, it wasn't Stalin who gave people life, but the Almighty, which gives Him greater rights!"
  Margarita exclaimed:
  - Well... It's logical! But a mother who kills her child is still a criminal, even if she gave him life. It must be noted that violence is still violence, no matter what!
  The Vampire King remarked:
  "We don't force anyone to become vampires. Many people are afraid of death or old age, so they want to become vampires. But believe me, not everyone can do it!"
  Azazello grinned. And drank a whole glass of strong cognac. For a demon, this is no problem. Alcohol won't knock him out.
  The hippopotamus remarked with a sweet look:
  "We're drawn to debate and antimony for some reason. But we should really get down to business. Specifically, should we set something on fire in Moscow? Like the TV tower?"
  Margarita laughed and replied:
  "We don't just set fire to anything. That's an axiom. The Almighty God also clearly rarely intervenes in people's lives. If we started burning everything, what would happen to us?"
  Marx added:
  Russia is already weakened by the war with Ukraine, and it's unlikely to become a hegemon anytime soon. So, I'd advise slowing down this war!
  Abaddon remarked:
  "We don't start wars, and we don't slow them down. It's all a matter of human will. We can, however, influence the course of military operations. That's why miracles sometimes happen. Do you think Hitler was so tough that he could conquer all of Europe in two months?"
  Gella confirmed:
  - Yes, I know! We helped him. And then we helped Stalin defeat Hitler. It's a double-edged sword, of sorts.
  Margarita giggled and noted:
  - That's how it all happens. Everything goes in circles, an endless series of empires rising and falling. When globalization found itself in crisis, it wasn't without our participation.
  Azazello noted:
  - And China will never become a global hegemon. All the countries of the world will continue to butt heads forever. And the end of the world won't come that way.
  Albert Einstein, that eternal boy, slapped his bare foot and remarked:
  "You see, it's not that simple. Scientific and technological progress is unstoppable. And nuclear weapons are spreading across the globe. And soon, by the standards of eternity, even a small boy in a device the size of a matchbox will be able to carry a thermoquark reactor. And the process of quark fusion releases energy per gram of matter comparable to the combustion of four billion tons of prime coal. That is, the time will come when even omnipotent demons won't be able to control everything. Either a global government will arise on the planet, or humans will simply destroy themselves. And then Jesus comes, and we're all screwed!"
  Marx remarked with a sweet look:
  "We must establish communism on planet Earth. And then we will become omnipotent. For God has no power over atheists."
  Azazello objected:
  "And if you don't believe in rain, won't it soak you? Or if you don't believe in a tornado, won't it pick you up? To outsmart God, you need something else!"
  The hippopotamus responded, wagging its tail:
  "The unfallen worlds must follow Messir. And then the Almighty will have to reverse the end of the world!"
  Margarita confirmed, tossing a golden knife studded with small diamonds higher with her bare foot:
  "Yes, that's right! John's Book of Revelation mentions only Earth. If people go beyond it and bury their dead, even on Mars, then things will change, and things will go differently. Then we'll have a chance for an eternal, happy existence!"
  Ellen squealed, pressing her head into her shoulders:
  "Do you think the Almighty will allow this? Do you think you can outwit the Almighty?"
  Azazello replied with a grin:
  "And Messire already outplayed the Almighty when billions followed Him, including us. So... And if a significant part of the universe is ours, then, having mastered the laws of physics, we could very well live forever and rule as we please, without fear of the consequences!"
  The hippopotamus chuckled and noted:
  - Besides, no matter how vast the universe created by the Almighty is, it has an end. What lies beyond its boundaries?
  The boy genius Albert exclaimed:
  "Another universe, and therefore another Almighty, perhaps even more powerful than the one in our universe. So God is not One, in any case. Which means Messir could become a true God, with a capital G!"
  Margarita added with a smile:
  "And I can become a Goddess and create my own worlds! And that will be amazing! I've always dreamed of that."
  Gella giggled and sang:
  - Today you were a barefoot slave, and tomorrow you will become a super goddess!
  And then the hall's vault and its gilded contours parted. Multicolored firecrackers began to explode in the sky, a fiery display of fireworks exploded, and everything began to spin and float. Literally gushing, and even fiery splashes and sparkles appeared.
  And all over the sky, it seemed, diamonds, rubies, emeralds, sapphires, topazes, agates, and other dazzling and beautiful things were scattered, sparkling brightly. And shimmering, displaying cascading explosions. And it's simply dazzling, and it stings the eyes of those whom Satan loves.
  Ellen even covered her face with her hand. The little prophetess was in pain and fear.
  Behemoth noted with a satisfied look:
  "See how Hell triumphs! Why is Messire called the ruler of the realm of death, if in the Underworld-Universe there is true, vibrant, and beautiful life!"
  Margarita noted with a victorious look:
  "And Yuri Petukhov will be mine! Believe me, he will be mine! And we will win him over to Satan's side!"
  And the whole menagerie began to sing:
  The Messir will rule over the universe,
  Let us pour out the grace of power from Hell...
  Here the wings of the cherub God shine,
  A swarm of demons and devils are attacking!
  CHAPTER No 13.
  Ares and his team are now fighting in space. And this is truly a children's special forces unit. The young warriors have dispersed into two-seater fighters. Ares is teamed with a girl named Alice, a former countess. His right-hand man, Napoleon's former marshal Phobos-Dau, is teamed with Jeanne, also a rather unsophisticated girl in her past life, who stole the queen's diamond necklace.
  Other child special forces soldiers also flew powerful fighter jets.
  Ares, a boy of about twelve, very muscular, tanned, and wearing only a pair of swimming trunks, lay prone in a machine that resembled a flattened stingray, as transparent as glass. His partner wore only a bikini. The children fought barefoot, and of course, they used their feet in combat, pressing the joystick buttons. The fighter was quite well armed. A hypergravity cannon on the nose, six ultralaser machine guns, and a mobile hyperbeam cannon on each side. Plus, tiny, poppy-seed-sized, yet incredibly powerful thermopreon missiles. That is, their deployment triggers the process of preon fusion. One such tiny missile contains the power of a hundred atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima.
  In other words, the space army in the Hell-Universe is equipped with the latest technology. And these fighters protect the force fields of the one-and-a-half dimensions, which force matter to move in a single direction. As we can see, possessing omnipotence, Messir, with his practically infinite power in the Hell-Universe, has reproduced people's wildest fantasies. So the Underworld is not so much a place of torment as it is a place of entertainment.
  And for example, the star battle is a very interesting epic and heroic saga.
  On one side is the fleet of the Ruby Empire, and on the other, the Sapphire Empire. Technologically, they are roughly equal, making the battle competitive and interesting. Ares, in this case, fights on the side of the Ruby Empire. And on the opposite side is his brother, Mars. Also born of Margarita, but from a different demon. The daughter of a devil cannot become pregnant by a mere human. Only if he is a very powerful and extraordinary sorcerer, or has the blood of demons or angels, can offspring be produced. Ares and Mars are roughly the same age-a couple of years apart. Mars is slightly older, and he shares his father's fiery red hair, while Ares has his mother's golden locks. Both are eternal boys, always twelve, pre-teens, almost teenagers. The kind you're still in the throes of childhood, on the eve of adulthood. But already capable of much, including heroic deeds.
  Mars also had many accomplishments. He and his brother often collaborated to help Russia achieve victory, but not always. During the war with Japan, Mars spent some time in Port Arthur and was recalled to prevent Tsarist Russia from becoming a global hegemon. It should be noted that the Russian Empire was a more stable entity than other powers due to the titular nation's less oppressive nature towards its minorities. In this regard, the Russian Empire was more tolerant than others of other faiths and peoples, and it had weaker centrifugal tendencies than the British Empire, the Ottoman Empire, the Roman Empire, and many others. Therefore, had Tsar Nicholas defeated Japan, the Chinese could well have become Russian subjects and coexisted well with Russians, gradually assimilating and embracing the ideas of Orthodoxy and autocracy. And with China at its feet, Russia would have become so powerful in population and soldiers that it could have conquered the entire world. Which was not part of Messir Satan"s plans!
  Just now, Ares and Alice checked the onboard computer to see if their space fighter was fully charged. And the answer was yes. Napoleon Bonaparte's best marshal, Phobos-Davout, along with Jeanne, also in the bodies of children, shuffled their bare feet as they started up a large, combat-ready reactor.
  And so the two-seater fighters perform intricate zigzags. They are highly maneuverable and practically inertia-free. But their opponents are also quite technologically advanced. So the fight is expected to be on equal terms.
  Like planets, the menacing flagships of the Grand Battleships loom. They are enormous, round, studded with gun barrels and emitter antennas. They are the size of starships, like asteroids.
  And they also had force fields of protection that shimmered like transparent spheres.
  Moving alongside were smaller creatures-mere grand battleships, and even smaller teardrop-shaped battleships. But also, of course, enormous, a couple of kilometers in diameter and slightly longer. Further down, there were grand cruisers and similar-sized dreadnoughts and battleships. Also, first-class cruisers, second-class cruisers, third-class cruisers, frigates, brigantines, destroyers, torpedo boats, and somewhat larger counter-torpedo boats. Starships, naturally streamlined, were also present. There were also special cross-ships, resembling sharp, naked daggers. Smaller missile boats and fighters, ranging from three-seat to single-seat and even unmanned.
  Such was the army assembled on both sides. The troops consisted of biorobots created by Satan. From the Ruby Constellation side, there were beautiful elven girls, similar to human girls but with lynx ears, and from the Sapphire Constellation side, there were also very beautiful troll girls, also similar to human girls but with aquiline noses. A remarkable team assembled.
  And a battalion of eternal children on both sides, incarnate souls of sinners. Such was the grandiose spectacle Satan staged.
  The fleets on both sides are enormous and impressive. And scattered across the black velvet of the vacuum are stars like diamonds, rubies, samphires, emeralds, topaz, and agates. And they sparkle and shimmer.
  From a distance, the flagships of the grand battleships launch missiles. They hurtle forward at incredible speed. They explode, creating blinding flashes. And it's as if supernovas were igniting in the vacuum of the Infernal Universe. They blaze, shaking the surface. And the cruisers jump and begin to spin and rise, like floats on the crest of a wave.
  There was this crash, and two Ruby Constellation battleships collided, just like three Sapphire Constellation dreadnoughts. And there was detonation and explosions.
  The ships caught fire inside. Flames raced through the corridors, and red and orange tongues grabbed the girls by their bare, round, pink heels. And the girls literally screamed.
  Ares noted, winking at Alice:
  - See how great it turns out!
  The girl countess replied:
  - A magnificent passage!
  And the eternal children pressed the joystick buttons with their bare feet, and their fighters accelerated.
  Here, too, the enemy was closing in. A wave was approaching. And oncoming tornadoes.
  Mars was moving from the direction of the Sapphire constellation. This fiery red-haired boy was very muscular, tanned, and handsome. With him was his partner, Stella, who in her past life had been quite the devil. Now she looks like a cute, albeit muscular, blonde girl. That's how the team came together.
  Mars has also left its mark on Earth in some places. In particular, during the First World War, it helped the Germans break through the front on the southern flank. And then, in 1915, everything fell apart. And this became the cause of the catastrophe for the Tsarist army.
  And the subsequent revolution. Then, under Nicholas II, Russia could have become a future hegemon. Moreover, the collapse of the colonial empires was inevitable, meaning the tsarist state would become the largest in both population and territory.
  Mars and Stella really screwed the Russians over back then. True, his mother, Margarita, wasn't involved. And that can be considered a positive.
  Here the little devil boy performs an elaborate maneuver and knocks out the first target. And the two-seater car bursts into blue flames. And falls apart. And the elf deintegrates. She doesn't have an immortal soul. She's a biorobot.
  Although the girls aren't quite alive, they're indistinguishable from the real thing. And they're so beautiful, with defined muscles. Only their high breasts are covered by thin strips of fabric and they wear skimpy panties. And of course, everything else is naked and beautiful. And their teeth sparkle like pearls. These are truly devilishly seductive stunners.
  Mars licked his lips and noted:
  - It's a shame to waste such beauty on photons!
  Stella remarked with a sweet look:
  - But this makes the game even more interesting!
  Ares, on the other hand, also disabled the fighter with a precise hit from his laser cannons and sang:
  The animals trembled,
  Fainted...
  The wolves are frightened,
  They ate each other!
  Alice, that eternal girl, chirped:
  Poor crocodile,
  Swallowed the toad!
  And the elephant was trembling all over,
  And so she sat on the hedgehog!
  And the young couple burst out laughing. These were truly child terminators. And how they moved. They performed a barrel roll, and another fighter caught fire, then a fox snake, and the Sapphire Constellation's machines collided like ships at sea.
  A massive battle was taking place in a vacuum. Everything was flashing, sparking, flipping, cracking, and crumbling. You don't see such a fireworks display from countless cosmic explosions at every celebration. Such a wonderful swirl began.
  And so the first two flagship grand battleships collided head-on and began to push each other. And they began to butt. And the fighting was intense. The force fields crackled with tension and sparked violently. How deadly and unique it all looked. Total destruction was underway.
  Ares performed another maneuver with Alice. And another fighter was on fire. And it was as if a special wave was covering it. And the fire rose in violet flame. Now that's truly ultra-fire.
  Ales took and sang:
  Sato is raging in rage,
  The enemy moved his regiments forward,
  But that's what we're little devils for,
  We will meet the weak with hostility!
  And again, their two-seater fighter spun around. And beams of hyperplasm erupted. And all sorts of wisps of red-hot hyper and ultra matter bounced around the vacuum. Now that was some serious action. And you could see the frigates sending beams of energy at each other. And how it slashed and burned everything.
  The girls on both sides of the ship are incredibly curvy. They have slab-shaped abs, voluptuous hips, narrow, shot-glass-like waists, and high, full, yet firm breasts. And teeth sparkling with large pearls. And the girls' scents are, frankly, so delicious. It's impossible to describe. And the necks of the fair sex are strong and well-developed.
  And imagine, on the ships, only females. And their long hair flutters in the wind. And what hair colors aren't there: blue, yellow, blue, red, green, purple, speckled and multicolored. The commanders' female officers even wear precious jewelry. Diamond earrings and bracelets on their wrists and ankles, studded with gems sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow.
  These are truly top-class warriors. And they run and scamper, slapping their graceful, bare, very seductive and sexy feet.
  They're charming. And when a ginger flame licks a perfectly curved foot and the smell of grilled kebab fills the air, it's even more arousing and makes your nostrils flare.
  The grand battleships exchange fire. And fire their emitters. And everything blazes so powerfully and brilliantly. And explosions and destruction occur. And fountains disappear into the black velvet of the vacuum.
  One of the girls was cut in half. All that remained of the other was her charming, tanned, muscular legs. The rest of her body evaporated into hyperplasm.
  This truly was a scene of destruction and annihilation. And the gunfire was so intense and terrifying.
  The cruiser literally shattered after a precise hit, sending flaming fragments flying in all directions. That was a precise destruction.
  A large hole appeared in the flagship's massive battleship, gaping like an abyss or chasm. And along its edges, lights and orange reflections blazed. And how it all figuratively shimmered.
  The warrior girls milled around the guns. They charged them with streams of something destructive and annihilating. Afterwards, the guns would fire, striking with colossal acceleration. They would dislodge the enemy ships. They would cause capsizing, destruction, and destruction.
  And you can see how the girls' muscular bodies tense as the hyperlaser mortar mechanism rotates. And how it slams and batters the enemy with the ejected bolt of energy. And such a messy formation of combat units results from this.
  And again the metal explodes, and intense fires erupt. And the metal splashes in iridescent droplets, so large. Ultraplasma splashes in the vacuum.
  Alice noted, having shot down another fighter:
  - The power of Satan is with us!
  Ares confirmed:
  - Messire is the very perfection of the embodiment of human fantasies!
  The cross-overs unleashed deadly waves. They pierced something armored and burned through it like a hot needle through butter. Such was the incomparable power of such powerful radiation. When a starship, like a naked dagger, fires, something devastating and unique happens.
  And time after time, the ammunition detonates. And again, destructive explosions follow, and the metal literally warps.
  And the flame-scorched girls scream. There are beautiful elves and troll females too. And how their diamond earrings and tiaras sparkle. And how seductive are the curves of their luxurious, almost naked hips. And how their elastic waists bend in captivating movements during battle.
  Mars also performs a sweep. And performs a twist. And his fighter performs a Fockey Wend. And rains down blows on the enemy. And another fighter immediately flips over and splits.
  Stella giggled and noted:
  - I'm a cascade girl!
  And he also pulls off a twisted trick. And so the girls from the starships did something. And off it went, in armed style.
  And the cruisers move again. And they deal each other crushing blows. And they pierce through thick armor and force fields. The one-and-a-half-voltage under the colossal pressure tears them apart.
  Mars notes with an excited wink:
  - Great space - we are the coolest!
  Stella remarked with a sweet look:
  - And your brother is not bad either! Isn't he?
  In response, the fiery red-haired boy sang:
  Traps, threats, ambushes,
  Every step, every step...
  Such a paradox even for a brother,
  I can't trust it!
  Traps at every step!
  And indeed, their fighter was hit, and the transparent cockpit actually got much hotter. Now that's a real head-turner. And then one of the flagship grand battleships, having taken multiple hits, actually began to burn and disintegrate. Its debris kept flaring up, and the vacuum fields crackled. And then came one explosion after another. It seemed like the world had flipped. And the vacuum shook again.
  The brigantines maneuvered, trying to find the right strategy. And they unleashed a massive amount of energy, which rose and ignited.
  And the flames warped the armor. And the barrels literally twisted into tubes. And the fire continued. And when the beauties get caught in a stream of hyperplasm, it's trivially terrifying. And it starts burning so much that you don't have time to recharge the freezing devices.
  Ares and Alice, executing their intricate maneuvers, set the boat on fire. A hole appeared on its starboard side, through which beams poured. The devil children then tossed in a pea of death containing hyperantimatter. It flew into the missile boat. It attached itself to the reactor and detonated. A colossal explosion was heard. And something hot and searing lashed out.
  And again, it suddenly catches fire, like gunpowder. And then detonation.
  Ares and Alice barely managed to maneuver their fighter away from the explosion of a miniature supernova. And when it really hits, it really hits.
  The boy and girl squeaked:
  A hand emerged from the swamp mud,
  It will squeeze the kid's throat with a death grip!
  And the monster children laughed again. These were truly fighting cubs. And they were so full of life, shock, and burning.
  Ares went ahead and performed another maneuver-a ragged cobra. And again, vehicles of all types began to explode. Totalitarian destruction ensued, armor and gun barrels melting. And such a fiery swirl.
  Alice noted:
  - Incredible clamp and lunge!
  Ares added:
  - And wicks with bells and whistles!
  After which the boy and girl laughed loudly and joyfully.
  The space battle was a mixed bag. It's like in a military-economic strategy game: even when you play as different countries, their chances are roughly equal. Although there are nuances. For example, in "Cossacks," more than half of the countries and nations aren't transferred from the seventeenth century to the eighteenth. So everyone is equal, but some are more equal.
  And here, indeed, there was a rough balance of technology and numbers. And then a couple more grand battleships and several cruisers on both sides began to fall apart and burn.
  Mars remembered how he and his brother Ares, in one of the virtual worlds, had helped Nicholas II in a duplicate war with Japan. The boys simply picked up hyperblasters and went to crush the samurai. And with them were Alice and Stella-the girls also used ultrasonic machine guns. And the eternal children were protected by a force field that deflected all bullets and shells.
  So they swept through the Japanese. First, they wiped out the troops besieging Port Arthur. And then the army of the Land of the Rising Sun in Manchuria.
  And the siege was lifted. A squadron with new battleships arrived from the Baltic and joined forces with the previous one. It seemed they could seize the upper hand at sea, but it was not to be. The very first battle was unsuccessful: the battleship Oslyabya sank, and the remaining ships suffered serious damage.
  Apparently, Rozhdestvensky really was a lousy commander. And the eternal children had to intervene again. So they sailed up in a submarine and turned on the ultrasonic cannon. And they started aiming it at the battleships. And at first, they warped and bent, twisting from a straight line into an arc. And then the battleships burst, scooping up the waves with their sides, and sank. Thus Ares and Mars sank all of the other admiral's large ships, including the admiral himself. And he sank.
  After which they returned to the shore, where the children had a feast with cakes and chocolate cocktails.
  As a result, the war with Japan was won. There was no revolution, and absolute monarchy remained in Russia. Economic growth was rapid and robust. Even the Germans were afraid to fight, and World War I never happened. True, there was a revolution in Austria-Hungary, and it collapsed. As a result, Galicia and Bukovina became part of the Russian Empire without a war. And that was great. But, as they say, Satan had other plans in the real world.
  But in the Universe-Hell, why not enjoy a bloody, cosmic war? Well, not so much bloody as hyperplasmic.
  Here comes another massive battleship, riddled with holes and exploding, turning into a piece of cheese that melts in the vacuum. Large plumes of smoke rise from it. And the girls scatter, their bare soles shining like the surface of a mirror. And they are almost naked and very beautiful. The warriors' faces are gentle, youthful, and the aquiline noses of the female trolls and the lynx ears of the female elves don't detract from the impression at all.
  And how their diamond earrings sparkle. And the beauties smell of expensive perfume. And on their ankles and wrists, gold and bright orange bracelets sparkle, studded with gems that sparkle with every color of the rainbow.
  And so this cosmic showdown unfolds. And the girls are so sparkling and fast. And the exchange of fierce blows continues. Thermopreon missiles explode, flaring up like hyperplasma balls. And a literal hellish swirl ensues. Some space destroyers release gases. And they spread through the vacuum like ball lightning. And they detonate, and the energy beams bend. Now that's pretty cool.
  Metal burns and many layers of armor peel off from grand battleships and other large ships.
  Ares and Alice again executed a skillful maneuver and knocked out a rather large machine. And then they attacked the space brigantine. They did it quite skillfully. And they performed lunges, twists, and twirls. And how wonderfully these eternal children reproduced everything. And the brigantine's turret with rotating guns burst into flames.
  Ares squeaked:
  - How wonderful it is to fight like this!
  Alice agreed:
  - Better than on the computer!
  And the children pressed the joystick buttons with their bare, round heels. And again, five searing beams shot out and crashed onto the brigantine's tail. Right into the hyperplasma thrust nozzle. And the enemy began to rattle and explode. It literally ignited and disintegrated.
  Ares noted with a satisfied look:
  In battle I have no shame,
  If the job is done cleanly...
  Even a robber can be an artist,
  Respect talent, respect talent,
  Respect talent, gentlemen!
  Alice noted with a chuckle, clicking her bare toes, which the girl had small and graceful:
  - Many can do that! But could you, like Stalin, raise Russia from the plow to atomic weapons?
  Ares noted:
  - I, having at the beginning five slave girls and a thousand units of all resources, made such extraordinary changes that an empire the size of the universe arose.
  Alice, seeing that the brigantine had finally caught fire and was beginning to detonate and explode and split into pieces, squealed with rage:
  Great light of the empire,
  Gives happiness to all people...
  In the universe immeasurable...
  You won't find anyone more beautiful!
  Here Phobos-Davu responded via hologram:
  - If an empire arises on earth, then Jesus will come with a sword and chop everyone down!
  Zhanna added:
  The French cannot tolerate humiliation,
  We will confirm our glory with a steel sword...
  We will not tolerate insults any longer,
  We'll smash everyone who's bold into pieces!
  And how he laughs.
  These are the eternal children who laugh and bare their teeth in the Underworld-Universe. But let's be honest, Hell is a fun and even cool place. It's full of entertainment. And here you are, setting fire to yet another enemy starship. And how sweet and aggressively sexy the girls are. And they have chocolate-colored tans,
  and skin as shiny as polished bronze. What could be better than the girls, of which there are millions here?
  It's a shame they're being wasted. But the Almighty Messir can produce such biorobots in vast quantities. So there's nothing to worry about. And just like units in a computer game, new girls are being created here. Even in primitive human games, warrior units are produced in huge quantities. And that's truly a formidable force. And quite a spectacle of that force.
  Ares and Alice performed another Class C anti-barrel maneuver. And the two fighters exploded at once. They shattered into tiny fragments. And the troll girl was visible flying out. She began hovering and gyrating.
  The boy-terminator licked his lips and sang:
  Girls come in different forms,
  Blue, white, red...
  But everyone worships the Devil,
  And in Hell they do not repent!
  The battle in space was truly spectacular. The flashes sometimes had up to a million different shades. Any felt-tip pen would be a far cry from that. And how it ignited and displayed a delightful twist.
  And girls whose eyes are sapphire, emerald, ruby, topaz, agate, simply amaze the imagination.
  Here Ares, having completed the destruction of another fighter, noted:
  - Maybe I should wrestle with my little brother?
  Alice giggled and replied:
  - That's a good idea! We'll fight for a brighter tomorrow, and that means butting heads!
  Phobos-Davu took it and asked:
  - Which tank is stronger: the IS-2 or the Tiger-2?
  Ares laughed and replied:
  - And the tank I'll be playing on! Let's just say it's going to be awesome!
  Alice raised her foot, and the boy and girl hit their bare heels together so hard that sparks flew.
  Phobos-Davout noted:
  "You and your brother are about equal. And you'll be maneuvering against each other for a long time, which will get boring."
  The little devil grinned and asked:
  - What option do you propose?
  Then Zhanna answered:
  - Beat those who are weaker!
  After which the little devils began to sing in chorus:
  We respect the strong,
  And we offend the weak!
  We are the children of Satan,
  Fanged eagles!
  Alice laughed and added with fury:
  The great monsters of hell await,
  Hell is at the gates...
  Human raven flock,
  With a wild cry he calls to hell!
  And the eternal children went and performed a loop-the-loop in their fighter jets. It was both cool and funny. That's what they are, frankly speaking, great monsters. And combative ones at that. Capable of so much. And even once, in real history, these children descended through the time warp and flogged Alexander the Great, who thought too much of himself. And then he had to kiss the bare feet of girls, too. That's how they humiliated the one who considered himself the son of God, or rather, of many gods of various kinds and faiths.
  Ares just released a tiny bomb, the size of a poppy seed, but inside it is a bipreon fusion process. And this is serious. It will all fly into the thick of the enemy starships. And so, a supernova will flare up near the flagship grand battleship. And immediately, the mass of ships will fly apart, and the force fields will no longer be effective.
  That's how many starships caught fire at once.
  But Mars also went and hit us with the same poppy seed. And everything, too, flew in all directions. And the starships exploded and split, and burned, and broke apart, and crashed, and broke apart.
  These little devil boys are the coolest and most aggressive.
  These are truly killer children, born of the coolest, greatest, and most powerful Angel in the universe. And they create such things and perform miracles of the highest order, naturally, based on a childish mentality.
  The space battle is gradually beginning to burn out, like a fire dying down. New ships haven't yet entered the fray, and the old ones are being destroyed. And that's pretty cool, let's just say.
  Alice released something less destructive and more amusing. And a true miracle occurred... The star frigate suddenly transformed into a large cake covered in multicolored cream. And there was so much delicious and wonderful inside.
  Ares and Alice finally emerged after most of the fighters had been killed, confronting their sworn friends. Mars and Stella finally found them.
  Both fighters fired their energy sources and turned away. Then they chirped:
  Glory to the bright name of Messir,
  A strong alliance of demons and devils...
  We will have our own great messiah,
  And we dispel boredom and sadness!
  And both fighters began maneuvering. Both boys and both girls were roughly equal in agility and intelligence. And they moved exceptionally well. And they moved as if they were written down. Now that's kid's special forces. And they bump into each other. Then they collide their force fields. How deadly and cool it is. However, to say cool is to say nothing; even hyperspace isn't quite suitable for this.
  Mars and Ares once fought on the same planet. There, Baba Yaga managed to get hold of a breeding agent and created a horde of rats. And they ran and squirmed, squealed and bit. The little devil children fought the rats in their own way. They began turning them into large candies and chocolate bars with condensed milk and honey. How truly beautiful it was. And then they transformed them all. And then this happened. How delicious the rat candies were. And the eternally young devil children turned Baba Yaga herself into a large, golden ice cream glass. And they sprinkled this ice cream with chocolate powder and a multitude of other strawberry-infused treats.
  The children were so happy and it was extremely fun and delicious for them.
  Then, for a change, both boys made life-size, sugar-filled jellybeans out of the rats. How delicious and cool! And what if we whipped up some lollipops too...
  Back then, both brothers had a good time. Now they're trying to get behind each other. And they clash again, delivering devastating counterattacks. And they're trying to catch each other out.
  Phobos-Davout noted:
  - I remember at Austerlitz, Napoleon managed to catch his opponents in a mistake. And it was so brilliant!
  Zhanna noted with a satisfied look:
  - It's a good thing it's not cool! The word "cool" is already grating on the ear from being repeated so often.
  Ares nodded his head, and it sparkled like gold leaf:
  - Yes, the best word to use is quasar!
  Alice, while performing the maneuver, clarified:
  - Or even better, hyperquasar!
  After which the child warriors began whistling and sticking their tongues out at each other. Their eyes sparkled. And then Mars, shaking his head with a chuckle, remarked:
  "We're not that small. I remember, for example, how I pulled Stalin out of a swamp when he was still a boy named Soso."
  Ares remarked with malice:
  "That boy was bad. He loved to torture animals. And that speaks volumes about his vile character!"
  And the child warriors sang in chorus:
  The first thawed patch -
  They punched Stalin in the face!
  Then came more laughter. And the young barefoot team was having fun. Mars even suggested:
  - Would you like to play chess? Maybe even hyperchase?
  Alice replied with a smile:
  "I like Hyperchase better! There are more figures there, and there are a couple of funny jesters on both sides."
  Ares chuckled and noted:
  "Well, it's a complicated game. When my brother and I play regular chess, it always ends in a draw. But my soul yearns for something unusual!"
  Zhanna sang:
  Your soul aspired to the heights,
  You will be born a cherub...
  But if you lived like a pig,
  You'll remain an idiot!
  And again the children's team burst into laughter. Both boys looked at each other. Then they stared into each other's eyes and exchanged winks. Then they sang:
  Messire, like the wings of a falcon,
  The light gives hope...
  The blow of a steel hammer,
  The dawn has dawned upon us!
  Holograms of two tanned, very muscular, handsome boys in shorts appeared. They shook hands and declared:
  - Now let's play Hyperchase!
  CHAPTER No 14.
  Yuri Petukhov felt a profound sadness. He had never seen such a beautiful and unusual girl as Margarita, Satan's daughter.
  Even angels paled in comparison. But it wasn't just her looks. She possessed some extraordinary inner strength. That nothing could compare to. There was something about her... a kind of sinful allure. As Yoda once said, the dark side is no stronger than the light, but it holds far more temptations. And here it opens the way to something interesting and unique.
  Just as the inhabitants of the unfallen worlds, although they condemn sin, take every opportunity to look at Earth and see what's happening there, these amazing adventures.
  Yuri took it and began to sing with feeling and expression:
  I admire you, my sweet girl,
  And a strand of hair flows down her shoulders!
  I'm head over heels in love with you, beauty,
  I'll pick a bouquet of snow-white roses!
  
  Your lips burn like fire in the darkness,
  And my heart tells me anxiously,
  What in a world crippled by war,
  Maintain an appearance worthy of happiness!
  
  Evil devil, don't tempt me,
  Even though the hordes of darkness are pressing hard!
  I believe that paradise will come to the planet,
  And all sinners will come to the Lord!
  
  Then God will unite us in love,
  And the sky will sparkle with stars!
  For me to be together, even if I die,
  He bowed his head and fell near the clear waters!
  
  O Margarita, sinful soul,
  I can't live without you, goddess...
  Even though I know it's clearly Satan,
  I want to kiss your foot, falling on my face!
  And the eternal youth sighed heavily and rubbed his clean, smooth chin. He hadn't aged, even though he was already fifty years old. And many people noticed this: was he healthy? He had no beard or mustache, and a face as gentle as a girl's. And his hair was curly, golden, thick, and quite long. And people often mistook him for a girl in men's clothes and a colonel's shoulder straps. And they thought he was disguised. Which Yuri didn't like. But at least he didn't have a single blemish on his pearly teeth. And not a single scar or burn; everything healed completely. That's great.
  Yes, you're always a boy, but you're always happy and never even have a runny nose. And women love Yuri, especially older ones. After all, women of Balzac's age are drawn to younger women.
  But, of course, the son of Archangel Michael tries to maintain the moral character of a superman.
  The most he'd agree to was dancing in a strip club. He has such a beautiful, muscular body. And such graceful, sexy movements, this eternal boy. He has a mesmerizing effect on the fair sex. And they pay big money for a dance. And even more for love. For example, putting him up for auction for a rich woman to rent for the night.
  But the Bible does not prohibit dancing in front of the fair sex, stripped down to your swimming trunks, at least not directly.
  And what's not forbidden is permitted. For example, women loved to touch him, his skin so smooth and glossy.
  And it's very difficult to contain the excitement from such touches. And to not want something more serious.
  And now Yuri was sad, he remembered Margarita, how her bright, hellish image was imprinted in the memory of the eternal youth.
  And even while standing under the streams of the shower, which refreshed his body after dancing in a strip bar for women, he sang:
  I'm certainly not a master, but I'm waiting for Margarita,
  Suddenly she will smile among the hustle and bustle...
  But there are only daisies,
  But they, unfortunately, are just flowers, just flowers!
  And then he felt like he was going crazy. A fabulously beautiful girl with gold-leaf-colored hair that hung almost to her hips entered the shower. She was wearing only a bikini, and her emerald-sapphire eyes sparkled. Her body was muscular, but these muscles were beautifully defined and deeply defined, and did not at all detract from the femininity of this devilish goddess.
  She winked at Yuri. The young man stood completely naked under the streams. The girl made an enticing movement, and her bra slid off her chest. Her bright red nipples, sparkling like faceted rubies, were revealed.
  Yuri's head spun; he truly felt like a young virgin. And the lips of the beautiful devil were crushed against his. And it was sweeter than honey. And the world spun before Yuri's eyes.
  I even started singing in my head:
  The Master and Margarita,
  We lived in the Moscow of old...
  The Master and Margarita,
  The mystery of earthly love.
  The Master and Margarita,
  A different century has come,
  The Master and Margarita,
  There is a fire burning in my heart!
  And so he began to shower her breasts with kisses, their nipples like overripe strawberries. And how sweet it was. As if the entire universe were swirling and hovering around them. Her hips thrust forward, and a voluptuous moan was heard. Margarita herself became aroused and thrilled, experiencing orgasm after orgasm, and time flew by like Orlov trotters set at a gallop. And everything was so sparkling, and a wave of lust rose like a tsunami.
  And finally, Yuri, completely exhausted, lost consciousness and passed out. And he had a wondrous vision.
  It was as if he had become a new warrior in a magical era and found himself in another world.
  Yes, he is a special forces colonel and the son of Archangel Michael, Yuri Petukhov, now in the body of Sokolovsky, a brave fighter whose goal is to defeat the bloodthirsty Sultan Felim the Cruel. To this end, Yuri coined the aphorism: "The harshest ruler with a soft tongue." And he was gathering considerable forces under his wing, preparing for the campaign. However, the former special forces colonel, imbued with the wisdom of previous generations that inhabited this fair-haired, tanned youth, understood that the steppe dwellers alone were insufficient. They were already launching frequent raids, and along the eastern border were quite powerful forts built into the terrain. The fortress of Tutz was particularly strong; it even housed a trained dragon, a rarity on the planet of Prosperity.
  This was a serious obstacle; such a monster could easily disperse an entire army. Fire-breathing, nearly impenetrable not only by steles but even by stones from medium-sized catapults, the winged guard undoubtedly required a special approach.
  After the one possessed by Yuri Petukhov set fire to the tent of the local khan, who could muster twenty thousand horsemen at a time, a major nomadic raid became inevitable. But if that were all that was left, the enemy power would grow even stronger and recruit new soldiers. No, simply striking and plundering was not the answer.
  The young colonel galloped across the steppe, a cockroach snail (a very fast little creature) cutting through the emerald blades of grass woven into a low hedge with its paws. Golden ears of grass swayed at its sides, with sapphire, ruby, and topaz-colored flowers occasionally flickering between them.
  The air was thick with wine and honey, a clear sign of the proximity of a full-flowing river. The trees grew taller, and palm trees appeared, their tops like Christmas tree ornaments. The nimble Yuri approached the village. Archer towers were visible in the distance. Yuri Petukhov-Sokolovsky dismounted and tethered his ten-legged snail. Then he ran to the water, the sensitive nostrils of the son of a tiger and the great Russian power catching the scent of approaching coronaviruses. So, it was time to consider his next strategy. A warrior raised by a tigress is more accustomed to using his body than his mind; perhaps inspiration will strike on the spot. There, in the damp sand, is the chiseled, graceful imprint of a bare female foot. And almost immediately, your masculine perfection begins to swell with blood, and your heart beats faster, like drums during an attack.
  He hid among the huge burdocks, feeling their soft roughness against his bare, muscular torso. It was a pleasant ambush, the sun overhead emitting an orange-golden glow, reflected off the delicate ripples of the waves, shimmering like a whimsical mesh. The embodied special forces colonel said to himself:
  "And why should we kill each other? After all, the world is full of joy, and was created for life. Rulers, like big children, play at war, not noticing the pain they cause!" Then he corrected himself, puffing out his chest wider. "But I shouldn't be a wimp either; if we have to fight, then we'll fight."
  A whole group of girls appeared, accompanied by fifteen heavily armed guards. During the course of evolution, coronaviruses became very similar to humans, especially in figure. Therefore, the beautiful girls differed from human females only in their faces.
  Yuri Petukhov-Sokolovsky quietly whispered:
  - I wonder where they went?
  The girls were half-naked, wearing only loincloths, barefoot, which meant they were servants or slaves. A free woman would never walk down the street with her breasts exposed. Likewise, only a slave or a low-ranking servant would bare her legs above the knees in front of strangers, flashing her bare heels. The beautiful slaves carried large vessels and nets on their shoulders. At first glance, it seemed obvious they were there to collect water and catch fish, and the guards were there to keep the slaves from wandering off. Although, there were too many of them to simply guard the girls. But perhaps there was something more valuable here than fish, which is why they were tightly bound together with a jingling chain.
  The girls set down their large vessels and bowed. A local priest, a rather corpulent fellow, caught up with them from behind, his fat swaying beneath his black robe.
  He recited the mantu prayer and gave the signal. Splashing through the water with their slender bare feet, the slaves began to cast the nets. They acted in unison, as if they had done this many times before, and the chain didn't hinder them at all.
  Then the girls began tilting the vessels. It turned out the containers weren't completely empty; oil was leaking out. It spread across the water, creating a shimmering rainbow of colors. It moved downstream, forming a continuous film.
  "Why are they doing this?" the time-traveling colonel thought. His gaze was glued to the girl's bare legs. How beautiful they were. It was a truly wonderful world. Warm, gentle, and the fauna so unusual. And the flora, too. Large, lush flowers with a strange scent grow on the trees.
  And the girls all have such perfect figures, toned, athletic, not a drop of fat. And their heels are so round. How rare it is to see girls barefoot. They even prefer to wear flip-flops on the beach in Russia. And you yourself, with such a strong body, have become a real giant. Yuri Petukhov used to consider himself, perhaps unfairly, a bit small, and a boyish-faced youth.
  Here, however, he was distracted by a wondrous vision. One of the girls, unlike her black companions, was completely white. Her skin reflected the rays, seeming mother-of-pearl. Albinos are rare among their race, so alluring is the color of pure pearls. A slave with such skin must be worth a fortune, and here she is, almost naked, chained, carrying rather heavy vessels. Strange! After all, a diamond worthy of a sultan's harem. And she is flawless, what a figure. Only the princess was similar, equally snow-white, with hair sparkling with copper and gold. But he had never seen her naked, and only in his imagination could he picture her high, perfectly formed breasts, with coral nipples and a slight golden hue. Like this girl, for example. Yuri Petukhov caught himself thinking that he retained all the knowledge of the person he had incarnated as. He admires the girl and, at the same time, imagines another. But is he really sure whether the princess reciprocates his feelings, and what is she like in bed?
  The usually cynical Yuri Petukhov was horrified by his own impudence. How could he possibly entertain such vulgar thoughts about a celestial being? After all, they were royalty, not like him, raised by beasts.
  The girls spread their nets wider and wider, some of them wading shoulder-deep in the water, arms outstretched. The slaves began to sing, the albino girl's voice especially beautiful. It seemed like the sounds of birds of paradise.
  Petukhov-Sokolovsky listened intently, the waves caressing his ear, and his imagination conjured up the tender touch of a white girl's tongue against his cheek, as if tracing his lips and penetrating. How sweet it all was!
  His thoughts were suddenly interrupted. Dense schools of fish were rushing toward the girls, cutting through the water. At first, Petukhov-Sokolovsky thought they were fish, but when their backs flashed, he was surprised to see that they were translucent, finned rat jellyfish.
  This is a very rare exotic representative of the aquatic world, and it seems to be inedible.
  The albino girl screams:
  - Eat, little animals!
  When the rat jellyfish hit the oil, they begin to twitch and flutter. They appear to freeze, then continue swimming by inertia and get caught in the nets.
  The guards began to make noise, shouting and waving their spears.
  - Watch out, bitches. Don't let anyone slip, or we'll lash your backs with whips and burn your heels with fire!
  The girls, obviously pretending, screamed, although a couple of them had obviously already become acquainted with the whip, or even the hot iron, and therefore were nervously wincing and fidgeting.
  The rat-jellyfish turned green before our eyes and gradually accumulated in the nets. Their numbers grew larger and larger, and it seemed they would soon sweep away the thin chain of girls. Then the pressure suddenly ceased, the nets filled, and the slaves began to haul them out. Judging by the veins and tendons protruding from their arms and legs, the girls were accustomed to hard work, but even they were struggling, especially when the water-filled vessels were added to the rat-jellyfish load. And the tall warriors, those bastards, made no attempt to help them. Their commander approached the priest:
  - It looks like we have a rich catch today.
  The priest replied:
  - Yes, not small. In fact, these are quite large specimens, the kind that can only be found in the Chupinapa River.
  "Now we'll take them to the emir's palace. He'll be pleased with us. He might even give us a higher position. What do you think, priest?"
  The minister of the church of another world, shaking the velvet tassels of his robe, answered:
  "I wouldn't advise getting your hopes up too high. The emir is stingy, especially with his guards. True, he values the priests more, being wary of the gods."
  The huge guard looked around in confusion. Shrugging his broad shoulders, he lowered his voice and replied:
  - Who doesn't fear them! Judge for yourself what it's like to find yourself under their power after death, especially under the rat god!
  The priest exclaimed:
  - For your sins you have deserved even more severe punishment!
  A tremor of fear ran through the warriors' ranks. The voices of the confused fighters, thin with fear, could be heard:
  - God forbid! What hope do we have?
  The church minister, trying to give his tenor voice a bass tone, said:
  - That we will be able to rise to high ranks and then buy ourselves a place in the heavenly gardens.
  "It costs too much, priest, even the emir's entire fortune might not be enough," muttered the head of the guards.
  At that very moment, the air rang thinly, and a red-hot arrow pierced the commander's chest plate. He staggered and began to sag, falling to the side. Three more arrows pierced him, causing intense pain. The other guards managed to raise their shields, and just in time, a rain of steel began to pound against them.
  Then came the ear-piercing sound of an attacking trumpet. Colorfully dressed coronaviruses rushed out onto the lawn, brandishing curved sabers, and about a dozen of them wielding bows. Petukhov-Sokolovsky logically noted that it would be rather foolish, with such weapons, not to lie in ambush but to rush like a loach, diving into the thick of battle. There were quite a few attacking fighters, at least a hundred. So the priest yelled:
  - Good people, please don't bother us. I will bless you!
  - Shut your blessings up your ass! - shouted the enraged robbers. - If you want to live, lie down on your belly on the ground!
  The guards hesitated; they wanted to live, yet they feared that if they let the prey slip away, the emir would skin them alive. True, the latter threat was distant, while the former was quite real: there were too few of them, and their commander was dead. Colonel Petukhov-Sokolovsky, the time-traveler, seeing their hesitation, didn't hesitate; jumping higher, he leaped out of the ambush.
  - For Sultan Felim! Hallowed be his name forever and ever!
  Small but very muscular, Petukhov-Sokolovsky looked quite impressive; his bronze, tanned skin had a purple tint, his muscles rippled, and his light hair resembled the flames of a fire.
  The nearest bandit charged him, but the young man didn't even try to parry, instead dodging slightly, missing the blow and then slicing off his head with a counterattack. The guards' fighting spirit immediately returned. They formed a hedgehog formation and struck with their spears, stabbing two opponents at once. The albino girl shouted to her friends:
  - Let's defend our honor.
  The tallest of them answered:
  - What's the point? Slavery doesn't get any sweeter with a change of master.
  "Why? It's not the whip that strikes, but the one who holds it!" the fair-skinned woman objected.
  Some of the bandits, apparently hungry for female flesh, attacked the slave girls. A man remains a man even in battle.
  This distracted their forces and allowed the guards to withstand the initial onslaught. Petukhov-Sokolovsky rushed into the midst of the bandits. He acted not on logic, but on emotion: protect the girls! A man's first instinct is to stand up for a woman, and get a slap in the face! And only then do the difficult thoughts arise: why did he even bother? The devil made him do it!
  In his previous life, Petukhov-Trump hadn't been such a reckless brawler, at least when it came to action rather than brash rhetoric. But now the physiology of his new, mighty body was influencing him. It made the young colonel bold and daring. Perhaps even to the point of despair, something previously uncharacteristic of him. However, it's not for nothing that the wise say: existence determines consciousness.
  The young man, or rather, the already quite experienced warrior, held two swords. This allowed him to effectively chop and feint. Strikes to the groin were also a fairly effective tactic. The move was banal, but effective, especially when attacking from above with swords; his attention was scattered, and the blows were truly devastating. Yuri Sokolovsky-Petukhov performed several such attacks, then the Lady's Fan. He knocked out an eye, and the blade exited through the back of the head. The next strike severed the head, sending it flying far away. Three bandits fell, one after another, tripping over the severed head.
  - Watch your step, hairy ones!
  The fight had become a bit more lively now. The girls fought off the attacking men, twisting their chains. And the fair-skinned slave used a dropped sword. The half-naked beauty wielded it quite deftly. With a precise lunge, she severed the tendon of an attacking monster, causing blood to flow profusely. The girl managed to rip open another scoundrel's stomach. Petukhov-Sokolovsky moved like a hurricane. Every lunge was a powerful blow. Now he was grappling with a very large leader. The large, low-browed fellow turned out to be quite fast for his size. The embodied special forces colonel even backed away slightly. Then he teased his opponent, sticking out his forked tongue:
  - What, little brat? Do you want to get hit with a cone?
  "I'll tear you apart!" the enemy howled. He leaped forward, swinging his axe wildly. A huge swing is a big mistake, common among beginners. But for him, a master of fencing and golf, it plays right into his hands. A sharp lunge to the bull's neck, and the carotid artery was pierced. A fountain of blood sprayed his rough canvas shirt, and the bandit cursed, his words barely intelligible:
  - What gang are you from?!
  The warrior who had traveled to another place answered honestly:
  - I'm on my own!
  "The Emir's bloody servant..." The brute gasped and collapsed onto the grass. Petukhov-Sokolovsky struck another attacker with a precise lunge; the man had come from behind and hadn't expected such agility.
  The bandits' confidence was now much less. They hadn't yet fled, however; the odds were too great, and several guards had already been killed. The incarnate special forces colonel shouted at them:
  - Press closer together, back to back, do not let them use more sabers.
  The soldiers obeyed. The priest, meanwhile, remained kneeling. He muttered something, then cried out:
  - Stop the violence!
  Petukhov-Sokolovsky objected:
  - Violence is a bucking horse that brings wealth and happiness!
  The priest disputed:
  -Only gods can give happiness.
  "No! Fortune loves courage, and honor loves victory! He who has lost fear has found kinship with the gods!" Having gained wisdom, Petukhov-Sokolovsky struck his opponent under the knee, then pierced his throat. The neck is generally the most vulnerable spot; it knocks you out instantly.
  True, for a change, the embodied warrior struck one of the bandits in the heart.
  "Perhaps this is too much of an honor for you," he remarked.
  The priest groaned:
  - Well, why do you need this!
  When a robber rushed at him, putting a saber to his throat, the priest fell to his knees and screamed:
  - I'll give you so much money that you'll buy a palace.
  "You priests are liars! Now, order the guards to surrender!" the attacker growled.
  "Get rid of this devil." The priest pointed his finger at the enraged Petukhov-Sokolovsky.
  The guards gathered in a tight knot, and their losses decreased. The bandits, meanwhile, attempted to surround the brave young man. The tough Petukhov-Sokolovsky was saved by his quick legs; he refused to be encircled. His phenomenal physical endurance also helped. Nevertheless, it was quite exhausting, so many threats at once. However, modern fencing technique is no joke.
  "Get in line to be butchered! Get in line, there's enough steel for everyone!" Petukhov-Sokolovsky shouted. And the bloody footprints of the girls' bare feet are very beautifully visible in the grass. They excite the imagination and the young flesh.
  A guy with a goatee took command of the bandits. Apparently, he was the ataman's deputy. From his experience with movies, the student knew that the most effective way to sow panic in an army was to kill the commander or ataman. It was difficult, but easier than slaughtering everyone. The time traveler Petukhov-Sokolovsky charged at the enemy, replicating the "moth" maneuver, furiously swinging his swords. He hit a few, though his boot was slightly scratched. He wasn't able to avoid defeat entirely; several rather deep scratches graced his bronze torso. One of them cut right across the heart.
  However, he wasn't afraid of it at all. Death in battle is the best end to a life's journey. Although death, like an evil mother-in-law, is inevitable, one wants to delay it as much as possible, and if possible, eliminate it altogether.
  However, in this case he would not have been able to kill anyone!
  The guy with the goatee gritted his teeth:
  - Shred the bastard!
  It's hard to fight when you're being attacked from all sides. The spear is especially dangerous; it strikes from a great distance, and you can't always dodge it. It was just a hair's breadth away from piercing his liver. Petukhov-Sokolovsky suddenly realized that fortune was fickle, lost his momentum slightly, and the blood began to flow quite thickly.
  "This is clearly too much!" he said, kicking the nearest warrior in the gut. Then he made a sharp turn, a somersault, and with a desperate effort managed to leap behind them. The ataman swung his saber, but received a powerful knee to the chin.
  "How are your teeth, all right?" Petukhov-Sokolovsky asked mockingly.
  The young man grabbed the sagging leader and lifted him above his head. His voice became terrifying:
  - Back, or I'll kill him!
  The bandits retreated back, confused. Petukhov-Sokolovsky glanced at the unconscious ataman. Apparently, his teeth had fallen out. I'll try to revive him. However, life in the forest and mountains teaches a lot. The young man began massaging his chin and tickling his neck. The leader opened his eyes and blinked stupidly.
  "If you want to live, then immediately order your gorillas to leave!" shouted the time traveler Petukhov-Sokolovsky.
  He parted his lips with difficulty:
  - Will I live?
  "If you don't call off the gang, then no!" Petukhov-Sokolovsky said threateningly.
  - Where are the guarantees? - the bandit babbled.
  "Are you ready to die now?" Frowning in the style of Ivan the Terrible, Sokolovsky-Petukhov jabbed his sword into the ataman's throat.
  - Please! Don't! I'll do anything! - A desperate cry was heard.
  - Come on! - The time traveler shook the drops of blood from his sword with a sharp twist.
  "Get away from the women! Please, faster! We don't need this," the frightened leader babbled.
  The bandits hesitated. They retreated slowly, some even throwing down their weapons in fear.
  The embodied Sokolovsky-Petukhov felt the cuts itch painfully. The sabers were quite dirty and rusty, and could easily become infected. Their only hope was healthy blood.
  "Well, Mazuriki, it looks like this will put you off throwing yourself at women for a long time," the young colonel said confidently. His face twisted. "The women here are beautiful, though. Perhaps most of them are a bit too dark. But there are so many blondes with dark bronze skin. It's so beautiful. And they have some great figures. A strict diet and constant exercise make the girls very shapely and slender."
  So slavery promotes beauty - free fitness and an almost exclusively plant-based diet.
  "Well, constantly walking barefoot makes your toes very tenacious and straight. There are far fewer fat women here than in the world where Russia is," Petukhov-Sokolovsky thought. And the young man smiled broadly.
  The smile vanished, and dozens of arrows flew in his direction. Petukhov-Sokolovsky barely managed to shield himself, exposing the leader's body. A whole army of bandits appeared in the distance. The young man immediately realized he couldn't resist. Especially since two arrows hit him in the leg and one in the arm. Yuri the fighter whistled sharply. A cockroach snail appeared, its legs rapidly moving, and it leaped toward the young colonel. He turned sharply, knocked down the bandit who had rushed toward him with his sword, and leaped on top of it.
  "This isn't flight, it's a tactical maneuver called retreat!" he shouted. "The authorities have learned to cover up cowardice with a beautiful word." He immediately corrected himself.
  Petukhov-Sokolovsky was very concerned that the arrows might harm the snail. A couple of times, the sharp-nosed darts slipped off the shell, but they hit at a sharp angle. After all, the cockroach snail's structure offers certain advantages; you won't kill it right away.
  "Arrows, like raindrops, can knock you down, but they also help quench your thirst. Afterward, you won't want anything, except something spiritual!" Petukhov-Sokolovsky slashed at the bandit while galloping, using a double-bladed knife.
  The force of the swords' strikes adds up, resulting in guaranteed destruction.
  Overall, the fight didn't last long, and the young man didn't pay dearly for his insolence. More arrows were flying after him, though due to the long range, they weren't all that dangerous. Still, several sharp stings pierced the young man's bare torso.
  Petukhov-Sokolovsky quickly pulled them out, the last thing he needed was to get infected, and picked up his pace. His steed was good not only because the young man had chosen a dashing "steed." With an animal's instinct, he was quite adept at selecting various herbs and concocting tinctures that enhanced both the cockroach snail's and his own strength.
  Now he could gather enough speed to avoid fear of pursuit. However, what if he could play a little trick on the enemy? True, it was still unknown which road they would take; there was a fork in the road.
  "Do I care about them?" Sokolovsky-Petukhov asked himself, trying to come to his senses. "Or can't I think of anything else?"
  A huge, very thick tree grew nearby. It wasn't an oak, but something even thicker, with two kinds of leaves. Colonel Sokolovsky-Petukhov spotted a crack, directed the snail, and darted inside. The bark lightly grazed his wounded shoulder, and the young man gasped.
  - If I have few enemies, I only hurt myself.
  No less than one hundred and eighty horsemen galloped past the tree. The eldest of them cursed foully:
  - Where did that rebellious ass go?
  "His steed is too fast," the leader's assistant remarked. "Perhaps we shouldn't stray too far from the main forces?"
  - Good! Let's go back!
  The bandits turned back. Inaudible muttering could be heard. Colonel Petukhov-Sokolovsky, the time-traveler, noticed that the ataman was hiding his face behind a red bandana and wearing a gold symbol on his chest, resembling a cross between a frog and a scorpion.
  - You are also full of vanity! - the young colonel remarked.
  Now he faced the dilemma of where to find a massive army capable of destroying the sultanate. Those same bandits-could they be attracted by the glitz of gold, power, and so much more?
  The image of a snow-white girl flashed before my eyes. Now she was in the hands of bandits, and they could do something bad to her. Like rape her, whip her, sell her. And I felt sorry for the other girls too. However, for a slave, changing masters is like changing a cell for a prisoner. You'd still be in jail.
  "I don't even know what to do with such beauties," he remarked with a heavy sigh. "Maybe just change the shackles for a more modern model. Although it's strange why the albino female isn't in the harem; that's a big mystery. Maybe she's contagious?"
  Although no, the last statement is stupid.
  Colonel Sokolovsky-Petukhov, the time-traveler, climbed out and rode on at a leisurely pace. Thoughts slowly crept through his head, weaving a whimsical wreath.
  "What can we do? We need money, it's the path to power! At the same time, this white girl. I can't abandon her, erase her from my heart."
  The decision has been made: he must free the girl. Even though it could cost him his life. There are at least eight hundred bandits, and killing that many is unrealistic for a simple coronavirus. But then again, who said it had to kill everyone? A different solution is clearly needed. First, they need to track the gang's destination.
  There were the girls' barefoot prints. Thoughts of the fair sex immediately came to mind. How lovely the girls were. How much beauty and grace they exuded. And their perfect bodies, with the figures of fashion models. He'd had a girlfriend in his past. Very beautiful, a redhead, slender, and athletic.
  She was very temperamental and resourceful. But she demanded a lot from him, especially money. And she often dragged him into fights. Then she started hanging out with other guys, brazenly saying that one guy wasn't enough for her. Unfortunately, the romance didn't last long.
  Here the colonel-time traveler again burst into a stream of winged aphorisms.
  Be at least a little bit of a cunning fox if you don't want to become a worn-out donkey!
  Don't trust politicians, for the voter they are just sandpaper, scraping off shavings from oak trees!
  If you're not a complete fool, you can turn a penny into a hefty five-kopeck coin!
  There are no relatives in politics, but there will be those who want to share your wealth like brothers!
  There are many nasty things in life, but the nastiest thing is when life comes to an end!
  If you want to get closer to God, nail the monkey in your soul to the cross!
  Man descended, if not from a monkey, then in any case he ceased to be a monkey!
  If you are as smart as a monkey, then the fox will swallow you like a predatory boa constrictor!
  There is nothing infinite except the time it takes politicians to fulfill their promises!
  If you bark too much, you'll whine like a beaten dog!
  Do not trust someone who speaks in red and whose red fire can burn!
  Even God cannot out-argue a woman and raise a monkey to the level of human culture!
  Without love there is no smile, unless it is the predatory grin of a politician!
  Having his head in the clouds for too long, the wingless politician flies down the drain!
  A small soul always has the ambitions of a giant!
  A small soul has a gigantic self-esteem!
  A politician is a thief who writes laws for himself and considers the country a prison zone!
  A politician has seven Fridays in a week, but when he needs to fulfill his promises, the Jewish Sabbath comes!
  Unity is good, as long as it doesn't involve mating with a politician!
  A politician is a creature that wants to turn you into a sheep using pig-like methods!
  The politicians' swinish methods are turning voters into cutlets!
  Life is never easy under a pig ruler!
  Making a pig president is too much!
  If you want to become president, seize the opportunity!
  A ruler who treats voters as sheep is a typical pig!
  God is not only omnipotence, but also a willingness to go to the cross for the sake of his neighbors!
  A ruler who sits on the throne for a long time causes the state to decline!
  A young leader is like a fresh horse, an old one is like a mare with broken hooves
  Sokolovsky-Petukhov, like a professional bloodhound, picked up the scent. True, the investigator's experience in his past life was purely internship. But still, a student of finance and commerce, he's no pushover. Although he's never really seen gunpowder, unless you count a three-month stint in the lowlands of Afghanistan. But it's almost peaceful there, so that doesn't count. He never got to fight, and this isn't the same year of the war, not the same kind of war, not the same kind of war. And here comes the prey. There were visible tracks of horsemen, infantrymen, and the faint, yet erotic, barefoot footprints of women. Each track held a soul and a unique set of scents. A pleasant, intoxicating, arousing aroma from women, a sharper and rougher scent from men. A scent of plants and spices, mixed with manure, from cockroach snails.
  The young colonel smiled and peered at the drawing. The sand and grass had given way to cobblestones, which, however, was no obstacle for the beast.
  The time traveler Sokolovsky-Petukhov moved smoothly, swaying slightly in the saddle, his eyes glowing. Gradually, the luminary Solon sank below the horizon. It grew dark, the sky turned black, but numerous stars appeared.
  A cartoon series suddenly popped into the time traveler's head. It seemed to be about the anti-universe world where Skurge Magdak and the Gabs brothers ended up. And such creatures lived there... An asteroid made of cheese, isn't it? Especially when the celestial body talks to Disney cartoons.
  "By the way, do you even know what night is?" the cheese asteroid asked them.
  "Yes!" the space pirates answered in unison. "On the other side of their insect planets."
  - I forgot about that! In any case, night is the time of killers.
  Sokolovsky-Petukhov suddenly realized he wasn't at all surprised by this shift. As if it were supposed to be that way. The host's old personality, his memories, his skills-all of it had been absorbed, all of it-that of a not-so-brave and warlike Russian colonel. While you wouldn't call Yuri Petukhov a coward, he was, after all, a master of boxing, once dreaming of soon winning an Olympic medal in that sport. And there was a sense of novelty, a split personality, like in a dream, when you're conscious, but only with part of your brain. Which, perhaps, is why he felt no fear of the superior numbers of bandits.
  The time traveler Sokolovsky-Petukhov approached the bandits' camp. They were already celebrating their victory, and drunken songs could be heard. It was clear the bandits had completely lost their minds; some were urinating right on the tents. One of the bandits even defecated on his unconscious friend. Overall, the whole thing looked disgusting and indecent.
  The time traveler Yuri Petukhov surveyed the camp from a tree. The girls were in the very center. As always, they were shackled and arranged around the fire. Bandits approached or crawled toward them, flirting, grabbing their slender, bare legs. The girls squealed and kicked. From time to time, the leaders yelled at their subordinates, driving them away from the tempting bodies.
  - Go away, you lousy pigs!
  The bandits grumbled discontentedly. Touching a girl's smooth skin was a great pleasure in itself, let alone doing something more serious to a beauty. Men always desire women; it's ingrained in them, an unbearable craving. One of these sexually obsessed individuals, throwing off his trousers, lunged at the girls. He managed to pin one of the slaves under him, and the poor slave let out a drawn-out moan. At that very moment, a sharp hook pierced the rapist's side. He roared and immediately received an arrow to the throat. The chieftain growled menacingly:
  "I told you not to touch the captives. But you're just throwing yourself at them like animals. Next time, I'll nail you to a tree with my eyes."
  - With your eyes? - the assistant muttered in bewilderment.
  "Not just with a glance," the leader said, not at all embarrassed. "And also with rusty nails on my hands and feet."
  CHAPTER No 15.
  Well, Ares also had some great new adventures. For example, on one of the underworld planets, a great war broke out between China and the USSR. It could have happened in real history, but they were smart enough not to start it. But then Mao Zedong decided that that was it, he was old, and China already had too many people!
  Great deeds are desired. So why not attack the USSR? After all, good-natured Brezhnev had a doctrine: the USSR would never use nuclear weapons first. This meant ground forces would fight without the dreaded nuclear bomb. The date chosen for the attack was symbolic: March 5th, the day of Stalin's death. Mao believed that Stalin's death would be a great loss for the USSR. Therefore, on that day, fortune would favor Russia's enemies.
  And so, millions of Chinese soldiers launched an offensive across a vast territory. The fact that the snow hadn't melted yet and that freezing temperatures prevailed in Siberia and the Far East didn't faze the Chinese. Although their equipment was limited, and what it did have was outdated. But Mao was counting on assistance from the US and Western countries, and on the vastly superior infantry strength of the Celestial Empire. China had a larger population than the USSR, and Soviet Russia would also have to redeploy troops from its European part to Siberia. Which would be a very difficult task.
  And the land army went.
  The direction of the particularly massive attack was the town of Dalny, at the outlet of the Amur River. That is, at the point where this full-flowing river ended on the border between the USSR and China. The hordes of the Celestial Empire could move by land without encountering water obstacles.
  It was there that the most massive attack was carried out using tanks.
  Ares and Alice led a children's battalion of local pioneers into position.
  Despite the fact that the snow had not yet melted, the strong Siberian children, seeing that the commanders Ares and Alisa were barefoot and wearing light clothes in shorts and a short skirt, also took off their shoes and undressed.
  And now the boys and girls splashed with their bare, childish feet in the snow, leaving graceful traces.
  To fight the Chinese, young warriors led by Ares and Alice created homemade rockets loaded with sawdust and coal dust. Their explosive power is ten times greater than that of TNT. These rockets can be launched at both air and ground targets. Meanwhile, the Chinese had amassed a large number of tanks and aircraft.
  Boys and girls also constructed special hybrids of crossbows and machine guns that fired poisonous needles. And some other things. For example, children's plastic cars were filled with explosives and controlled by radio. And that, too, is a weapon.
  Ares and Alice also encouraged the children to make special rockets that would shoot poisoned glass and cover a large area in order to destroy enemy infantry.
  China's main strength lies in its brutal assaults and its innumerable personnel, which compensates for its lack of equipment. In this regard, the country has no equal in the world.
  A war with China differs, for example, from a war with the Third Reich in that the Soviet Union's enemy has an overwhelming advantage in manpower. And this, of course, creates a very serious problem if the war drags on.
  In short, Mao made a gambler's bet. And an epic battle began. Soviet troops met the Chinese with volleys of Grad rockets. And the latest Uragan systems also fired. A beautiful girl named Alenka directed the strikes of the newly arrived battery. And chunks of torn flesh flew from the Chinese.
  And the girls, flashing their bare, pink heels, crushed the troops of the Celestial Empire.
  Although they mostly targeted infantry, knocking out personnel. That's how energetic and sweeping the girls were.
  The Chinese then launched an offensive against the children's battalion's positions. The first to fly were a small number of attack aircraft. These were mostly Soviet-era IL-2 and IL-10 fighters, both considerably outdated. A few attack aircraft were also from the USSR, newer ones, and a small number were manufactured in China, but again under Russian license.
  But Mao has no developments of his own.
  That is, on the one hand, there is China, which is technically backward but has a very large population, and on the other hand, there is the USSR, which has fewer human resources but is technologically advanced.
  The children are heroes, launching missiles at the stormtroopers. They're small-smaller than birdhouses-but there are a lot of them. And the tiny, pea-sized device invented by Ares and Alice is sound-homing.
  This is truly a miracle weapon. Child warriors launch it, igniting it with lighters or matches. And they rise into the air and ram Chinese attack aircraft, blowing them up along with their pilots. Most of the Celestial Empire's aircraft don't even have ejection devices. And they explode with savage destruction and a spray of shrapnel.
  And many fragments ignite in the air, reminiscent of fireworks, with colossal dispersion. Now that's a real explosion.
  Ares noted with a satisfied look:
  - China is getting a kick in the pants!
  Alice giggled and replied:
  - As usual, we're hitting China pretty hard!
  And the children burst into laughter. And the other boys and girls, splashing their bare feet, laughed and began launching rockets even more energetically.
  The Chinese attack aircraft's attack was thwarted. They fell, shattered and flattened, their shells blazing. That was devastating power.
  The boy Sasha giggles and notes:
  - The USSR will show China what's what!
  Pioneer girl Lara confirms:
  - Our murderous influence will be ours! We will crush and hang everyone!
  And the young warrior stamped her bare foot on a small puddle.
  Fighting was indeed raging along the entire front line. The Chinese were advancing like a battering ram. Or rather, an innumerable number of battering rams.
  The first wave of stormtroopers was repelled by young Leninists.
  The boy Petka noticed:
  - Oh, if Stalin were alive, he would be proud of us!
  The pioneer girl Katya noticed:
  - But Stalin is gone, and now Leonid Ilyich is in power!
  Ares remarked with a sigh:
  - Most likely, Brezhnev is a long way from Stalin!
  Indeed, Leonid Ilyich's reign would be called stagnant. Although the country continued to develop, albeit not as rapidly as under Stalin. But the Baikal-Amur Mainline (BAM) was built, as were gas pipelines from Siberia to Europe, and Soligorsk and other cities were built. Not all the bad things were connected to Brezhnev. Moreover, in 1969, Leonid Ilyich was not yet old; he was only sixty-two, and not senile. And he had a strong team, especially Prime Minister Kosygin.
  The country is on the rise, and its nuclear potential has almost matched that of the United States. In conventional weapons, the Soviet Union's ground forces significantly outnumber the United States, especially tanks. America has an advantage only in large surface ships and bombers. In tanks, the USSR has a nearly five-fold advantage. And perhaps even in quality. Soviet tanks are smaller than American ones, but better armored, better armed, and faster.
  It's true that American tanks are more comfortable for their crews, and they have a more user-friendly control system. The newest vehicles are controlled by joysticks. But this isn't a significant difference. More crew space increased the vehicle's size and reduced its armor.
  But after the air attack wave petered out, and dozens of Chinese attack aircraft-more than two hundred, to be exact-were shot down and destroyed, tanks went into action. These were mostly older Soviet tanks. Among them were even T-34-85s, a few T-54s, and a very small number of T-55s. China doesn't have any later Soviet T-62s or T-64s at all. There are some copies of the T-54, but they are few and far between, and their armor quality is far inferior to the Soviet ones, not only in protection, but also in the reliability of the diesel engine, optics, and much more.
  But the Chinese's greatest weakness is the number of tanks and vehicles. So, as in ancient times, they're advancing with large masses of infantry. True, to their credit, the Chinese are brave and don't spare their lives. And in some places, they're breaking through.
  Incidentally, in the area of the city of Dalniy, the commanders of the Celestial Empire assembled a group of armored vehicles and deployed it in a wedge formation.
  The children, of course, are looking forward to it. The Pioneer Battalion is assembled. Some of the kids, however, are already starting to feel cold. Both boys and girls have started pulling on their felt boots and warm clothes.
  Ares and Alice, like immortal devil children, remained barefoot. Some boys and girls endured it and remained in shorts and light summer dresses, their legs bare. Really, why do they need clothes and boots? They could do without.
  Ares, as an immortal highlander, is naturally invulnerable, and his feet and body feel only a slight chill from the snow and icy wind. Like the chill from ice cream, which isn't unpleasant. Or like when you walk barefoot in the snow in a dream. There's a chill, but it's not at all scary.
  In any case, the clanking of tracks and the movement of tanks can be heard. First up are the IS-4s, old Soviet vehicles. There are only five of them. This is a heavy tank from the post-war USSR. It has decent protection, even from the sides, but it is obsolete. It weighs sixty tons, and its 122-millimeter gun isn't the most modern or rapid-fire. But these are the heaviest tanks, and traditionally, they are at the forefront of the battle.
  Following them are the T-55s, the best vehicles in China's arsenal. Then come the Soviet-made T-54s, and then tanks produced in China. But they are, of course, of inferior quality. And at the very end are the weakest vehicles in terms of armor and armament-the T-34-85s.
  Here comes this army.
  But children also have a lot of small cars with powerful charges, and missiles that can hit both air and ground targets.
  And so the brutal battle begins. Ares and Alice, running, their bare heels flashing, red from the cold, launch their rockets. The other boys and girls do the same. And the rockets fly with deadly force. And the rockets fly, hitting the tanks.
  The first to be hit were the former Soviet, now Chinese, IS-4s. Hit by missiles filled with sawdust and coal dust, they simply exploded into tiny fragments and detonated.
  The vehicles were quite large, squat, and in appearance reminiscent of the German King Tigers, except that the barrel was shorter, but thicker.
  And all five vehicles were instantly destroyed by missiles from a distance.
  And their fragments burned and smoked.
  Then the young warriors took on the more advanced and dangerous T-55.
  And they too began to pummel them with missiles. The children acted quickly. Some of them even took off their felt boots, and now their bare heels flashed.
  The children's bare feet turned scarlet, like the feet of geese. And it was quite funny.
  Ares, launching another missile at the Chinese aircraft that Mao sent against the USSR, noted:
  -Here the largest socialist countries are fighting with each other for the amusement of the Americans.
  Margarita stamped her bare foot angrily, launched three rockets at once and noted:
  - These are Mao's ambitions. He wants the glory of a great conqueror.
  Indeed, the Chinese leader was quite insecure. He longed for greatness, but the years were passing. Yes, Mao was already great, but he still had a long way to go before reaching the glory of Stalin or Genghis Khan. And by his time, both Genghis Khan and Stalin had already died. But they had cemented themselves in world history as the greatest. And Mao desperately wanted to surpass them. But what was the easiest way to do that?
  Defeating the USSR, of course. Especially now, under Leonid Brezhnev, who has adopted the doctrine of no first use of nuclear weapons. So Mao has a chance, at the very least, of seizing Soviet territory as far as the Urals. Then his empire will become the largest in the world.
  And the war has begun. And millions upon millions of soldiers have been thrown into battle. And not just millions, but tens of millions. And it must be said, most Chinese don't spare their lives. And they rush toward Soviet positions like soldiers in the game "Entente."
  But the Russian troops were prepared, too. But they were still so overwhelmingly outnumbered that they simply couldn't contain them. Their machine guns were literally jamming. And they needed some kind of special ammunition to counter that much infantry.
  Ares and the other kids are still destroying tanks. Their missiles have burned and destroyed all the T-55s and are now attacking the lesser vehicles. And they're firing at them.
  Ares, who had knowledge of the future, thought that attacks by buggies and motorcycles would be more problematic. But China currently has even fewer of these than tanks. And this makes defense easier.
  And the tanks aren't moving very quickly through the snow. And the Chinese vehicles themselves are lagging behind the Soviet ones we bought or donated.
  Nevertheless, the children launch new rockets. The kindergarten cars, slightly modified into combat kamikazes, are also used in battle.
  The battle raged with renewed, furious intensity. The number of Chinese tanks destroyed had already surpassed one hundred, and their number continued to increase.
  Ares noted with a sweet look:
  - Advanced technology is better than advanced ideology.
  And the guys launched new machines. Two T-54s collided head-on and began to explode. Actually, the Chinese vehicles move much slower than the Soviet ones. The battle is simply escalating.
  Alice, too, with her bare fingers, blurted out something extremely devastating. And the cars exploded, their turrets torn off.
  The girl sang:
  The Wehrmacht's back was broken in battle,
  Bonaparte froze all his ears...
  We gave NATO a good kick in the ass,
  And China is squeezed between the pines!
  And again, with her bare fingers, she pressed the joystick buttons with her incredible strength. Now that's a real Terminator girl.
  These are such wonderful children. And once again, the Chinese tanks are burning. And they're being torn apart. And the torn-up rollers are rolling across the snow. Fuel is flowing out, blazing, such flames. And the snow is actually melting. This is truly the impact of these young fighters. And the tank destruction count is already approaching three hundred.
  Ares, fighting, thought...
  But Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev is generally considered soft-hearted, weak-willed, and lacking in intellect and ability. Could he stand up to Mao and his rule over the world's most populous country?
  There's also concern that the US and Western world will provide China with military assistance. Even now, the enemy's superiority in infantry isn't having the best effect.
  In fact, the number of tanks destroyed by their children's battalion alone has reached the fourth hundred. Self-propelled guns are also visible further on.
  The Chinese are also outdated. They try to fire on the move, which is quite dangerous. But child warriors prefer to fire from a distance. And it pays off.
  All new Chinese cars are on fire.
  Ares noted with a smile:
  - Mao starts and loses!
  Alice objected:
  - It's not that simple, the great helmsman has too many pawns!
  The young highlander nodded:
  - Yes, pawns are not nuts - they are future queens!
  The children once again used the bare toes of their small but very nimble feet in battle.
  The boy Seryozhka noted:
  - We're giving China a hard time!
  Alice corrected:
  - We are not fighting with the Chinese people, but with their ruling, adventurous elite.
  Ares nodded in agreement:
  - It's even kind of unpleasant to kill the Chinese. You could say it's creepy. After all, they're not bad guys.
  And the young warrior launched a missile into the attack on the self-propelled guns.
  The boy Sasha, pressing the button with his bare fingers to launch another children's car with explosives, noted:
  - Well, their girls are pretty good too!
  Among the Chinese self-propelled guns were some with 152-millimeter howitzers. They tried to fire at the children from a distance. Some boys and girls even received minor scratches from the exploding fragmentation shells. But there was protection here too-protective stones that reduced the likelihood of shrapnel and shells hitting the children. And it must be said, it worked.
  And the young battalion suffered virtually no losses.
  Ares noted with a sweet smile:
  - That's how we work...
  More than five hundred Chinese tanks and self-propelled guns had already been destroyed, and that was impressive. Yes, the young warriors were in good spirits.
  This is a real dance of death.
  Alice kicked with her bare, round heel and remarked:
  Woe to him who fights,
  With a Russian girl in battle...
  If the enemy goes berserk,
  I'll kill that bastard!
  Finally, the Chinese ran out of armor, and then came the infantry. And this is the most powerful force. There is a lot of it, and it comes in a dense avalanche, like locusts. This is truly a clash of the titans.
  The child heroes and devils used special missiles containing poison-laced glass shards against the personnel. And they did indeed knock out a ton of Mao's soldiers. But they continued to press on, like a toad on a writhing stool.
  Ares launched the rocket and noted:
  - We must stand firm in any case!
  Alice noticed:
  - And they weren"t the ones who beat them!
  The little devil remembered computer games. How they mowed down advancing enemy infantry. They did it very effectively. But in "Entente," even the most aggressive assault couldn't overcome a solid line of pillboxes. And the infantry was devastated.
  And you mow it down not just by the thousands, but by the tens of thousands. And it really worked.
  And the children launched high-explosive rockets. And then they used toy cars with explosives.
  Ares thought the Germans couldn't have afforded something like that during World War II. They didn't have that much manpower. However, the Nazis had problems with tanks, too.
  But China is a special country, and there, human resources have never been taken into account. And they've been used up without a problem.
  And now the infantry keeps coming and coming... And the child heroes are driving it out.
  Ares remembered that the Entente had no ammunition limit. And any tank could fire forever. Or a bunker. So in this game, you could mow down a billion infantrymen.
  But in a real war, ammunition is finite. And won't the Chinese pelt it with corpses?
  And they keep coming. And indeed, the mounds of corpses grow. But the boys and girls keep firing. And they do it very accurately.
  And of course, they've also put crossbow-machine gun hybrids into play. Let's mow down the Chinese. They're working very hard.
  The fighting in other areas is no joke either. Both Grad rockets and machine guns are used against enemy infantry. Among them, for example, are Dragon rocket launchers, which fire five thousand rounds per minute. This is quite effective against infantry. And the Chinese don't spare their personnel. They suffer colossal losses. But they still push forward and storm.
  Natasha, for example, and her friends are working with dragons on the Chinese infantry. It's a truly unstoppable onslaught. And whole mountains of corpses are falling. It's simply brutal.
  Zoya, another warrior, notes:
  - These are the bravest guys, but their leadership has clearly gone crazy!
  Victoria, firing from the Dragon machine gun, noted:
  - This is simply a hellish effect!
  Svetlana, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes, noted:
  - Let's take our enemies seriously!
  The girls held their ground very steadfastly. But then the Dragon machine guns began to overheat. A special liquid cooled them. And the shots were incredibly accurate. The bullets found their targets in this dense horde.
  Natasha noted, mowing down the Chinese:
  - What do you think, girls, if there is another world?
  Zoya, continuing to fire at the Chinese, replied:
  - Maybe there is. In any case, something exists beyond the body.
  Victoria, firing mercilessly, agreed:
  - Of course it exists. After all, we fly in our dreams. And what is that if not a memory of the soul's flight?
  Svetlana, while hammering away at the Chinese, agreed:
  - Yes, that's probably true! So, even though we've given up the ghost, we're not really dead.
  And the dragons continued their devastating influence. And it was truly, one might say, deadly.
  Soviet attack aircraft appeared in the sky. They began dropping fragmentation rockets to destroy the infantry.
  The Chinese air force is weak, and therefore Soviet planes can bomb with almost impunity.
  But the Celestial Empire does have some fighters, and they enter the fray. And a striking effect occurs.
  Akulina Orlova shoots down a couple of Chinese planes and sings:
  Heaven and earth are in our hands,
  Let communism win...
  The sun will dispel fear,
  Let the ray of light shine!
  And the girl took it again and kicked with her bare, round heel. That's how powerful it was.
  Anastasia Vedmakova also fights. She looks no older than thirty, but she fought in the Crimean War and remembers the reign of Nicholas I. Yes, that's what a sorceress she is. And she shot down a record number of German planes during World War II. True, her exploits weren't fully appreciated at the time.
  Anastasia first shoots down Chinese planes in the sky, and then launches rocket attacks on the infantry. The enemy really does have too many troops. They suffer colossal damage, but they still press on.
  Anastasia noted with a sad look:
  - We have to kill people and in huge quantities!
  Akulina agreed:
  - Yes, it"s unpleasant, but we are fulfilling our duty to the USSR!
  And the girls, having dropped the last bombs on the infantry, flew off to reload. They are such active and tough warriors.
  The Chinese infantry was attacked with all types of weapons, including flamethrowers. This inflicted significant losses on the enemy. More precisely, the Chinese were killed in the hundreds of thousands, but they continued to advance. They demonstrated their outstanding bravery, but lacked technique and strategy. The fighting, however, was fierce.
  Ares once again employed his know-how, an ultrasonic device. It was constructed from ordinary milk bottles. But they had a simply lethal effect on the Chinese. Their bodies were reduced to dust and a heap of protoplasm. Metal, bones, and flesh all became mingled together.
  It felt like the ultrasound was frying the Chinese troops alive. And that's truly quite terrifying.
  Alice licked her lips and noted:
  - A magnificent hat-trick!
  The boy Seryozhka noticed:
  - It's just terrifying to look at. They're like bacon.
  Ares laughed and replied:
  - It's mortally dangerous to mess with us. Long live communism in great glory.
  And the children stamped their bare, well-shaped feet in unison.
  And then Soviet strategic bombers began to attack the Chinese. They dropped heavy napalm bombs, covering many hectares at once. And it looked simply monstrous. The impact, let's say, was extremely aggressive.
  And when such a bomb falls, the fire literally engulfs a huge crowd.
  Ares sang with enthusiasm:
  We will never give up,
  Let us show courage in battle...
  For God Svarog is for us, but Satan is against us,
  And we glorify the Most High Rod!
  Alice threw a large, deadly pea of death and squeaked:
  - May the Mother of Russian Gods Lada be glorified!
  And again the ultrasonic device struck, and missiles flew at the Chinese. They hit them with glass and needles. And now the warriors of the Celestial Empire could not withstand the heavy losses and began to retreat. Tens of thousands of charred and peeling corpses lay scattered across the field.
  The boy Sasha chirped:
  - Field, field, field, who has littered you with dead bones?
  Ares and Alice exclaimed in unison:
  - We! Glory to the USSR! Glory to Communism and a bright future!
  In the very first days of fighting, the Chinese, at the cost of enormous losses, managed to wedge themselves into Soviet territory. They made particular progress in Primorye, where they were not forced to cross the Amur River. Vladivostok was threatened with encirclement. The USSR was forced to declare a general mobilization. This required considerable expenditure. Brezhnev, to avoid introducing rationing, somewhat reduced the scale of the mobilization.
  There were attempts to resolve the issue diplomatically. But Mao was adamant: no negotiations - fight to the finish!
  Until the complete capitulation of the USSR.
  The huge superiority in human resources gave China confidence in victory.
  The Kremlin proposed establishing a State Defense Committee, modeled on the Second World War, but Brezhnev kept hesitating. Meanwhile, the situation was escalating. The Chinese launched an offensive in Kazakhstan, too. The attack was aimed at Alma-Ata. And then, large enemy forces broke through.
  Timur and his team encountered Maoists here. A brutal battle lay ahead.
  The children fired automatic rifles and machine guns. They threw grenades with their bare toes. They acted with colossal energy. This was truly a young, but effective team.
  With them was Komsomol member Veronica. She was also wearing a short skirt and barefoot. It's still March, though, and it's cold in Kazakhstan. But it's certainly warmer than Siberia, and the snow has already melted. So the children fight with great ferocity.
  A girl also hurls a grenade at the Chinese with her bare foot. And machine guns mow down the advancing yellow warriors. They fire with colossal energy. And the mounds of corpses grow. This is truly bloodshed.
  Boys and girls are firing... And showing enthusiasm...
  The Chinese are trying to attack again at the junction.
  And again, Ares and his crew are there, fighting furiously. And firing very accurately.
  Here they are again, making missiles and firing them at the Chinese. They are piercing whole mounds of corpses.
  Ares remembered that in some strategy games, you can churn out infantry very quickly. And they, too, can swarm in tens of thousands and be mown down. But computer-generated units are one thing-they're essentially just bits of information-and living people are quite another.
  A boy and girls are fighting. Almost all the children have already taken off their shoes and coats. First, it's gotten a little warmer, and the snow is melting. A few days have passed, and it's no longer early March, but mid-March, and the sun is shining.
  Children splash barefoot through puddles and launch rockets.
  One of the girls even started singing:
  The sun is shining high, high,
  It's a long, long way to the lesson!
  Ares thought this war was likely serious and long-term. The forged Mao wouldn't be willing to give in so easily. He had no pity for the people. As he said: let a billion Chinese die, but if only one million remain, we'll build communism together. That's Maoism.
  What could well be called Asian fascism. But the Soviet troops still fight heroically. The USSR has a significant advantage in equipment. Tanks are being hastily transferred from Europe. The best development so far is the T-72, but this tank currently exists only in blueprints. A self-propelled gun with a mortar launcher is more effective. They are very good at knocking out large numbers of infantry.
  In general, given China's weak tank fleet, it's more effective to use high-explosive fragmentation and cluster munitions. They're a dead end for infantry. And a lot of dead bodies...
  Ares, however, applied ultrasound from bottle devices more widely.
  And so much of this torn, rotten, ground meat arose.
  The children moved the machine gun around in circles, or rather, several machines. And they mowed down the enemy with extraordinary force. And they were deadly.
  Alice chirped:
  The heavens opened with a crash,
  And miracles happened!
  That's how the kids showed off their dynamism here. And they fired rockets. There were only a dozen tanks in the attack. And they stopped after the ultrasound turned the crews' bodies into pulp. That was truly devastating. And the infantry kept coming.
  Ares stamped the devil's bare foot and sang:
  I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to Maoism....
  And the sun will shine -
  Lighting the way for communism!
  And again the boy launched something lethal at the enemy. And the missiles exploded, scattering poisoned glass and games. And the ultrasound worked.
  You'll agree that you won't see such incredible numbers of living people being destroyed, even in even the most advanced strategy games. Although, for example, there are some that wipe out an entire regiment with a single salvo. And that's truly awesome.
  And ultrasound alone is worth something. It's universal against both vehicles and infantry, and doesn't require much energy. Just turn on a gramophone and play Wagner, and the devastating effect begins.
  Ares and Alice also put in a lot of effort here. After all, he's an immortal highlander after all. And the kids are working with incredible dedication.
  As they say, the Chinese gambit.
  The boy Sasha broke the ice with his bare, childish heel and sang:
  Our detachment will be in battle,
  The first step is important in life...
  We came out of the Octobrists,
  Whirlwinds of furious attacks are sweeping over the country!
  And the kids went wild again, knocking out the Chinese shelves.
  Akulina and Anastasia are also crushing the enemy in the sky. The Celestial Empire has few planes, so the girls' main target is ground troops. This is a special kind of war: striking large, dense masses of infantry. Indeed, the tactic of throwing corpses at people is so typical of Maoists. And they literally don't spare their own bellies.
  Anastasia noted with a sweet look:
  "I fought the Japanese. They didn't spare their lives either, but they weren't such weirdos, and there weren't that many of them!"
  Akulina agreed with this:
  - Yes, it really is insanity. To kill so many people! Even Hitler wasn't as merciless to his own as Mao.
  The red-haired pilot-witch giggled and replied:
  - Oh well, women will still give birth!
  And the girls started hitting the enemy with great force. This was a figuratively destructive effect. And they hit with special projectiles that flew far away.
  Nevertheless, the Chinese continued to advance in the Primorye region. Fighting for Khabarovsk also unfolded. The situation on the battlefield is dire. The Chinese have hundreds of fully-fledged divisions, while the USSR has only forty-four. True, some are being transferred from the European part, and mobilization is underway.
  But the balance of power is overwhelmingly superior in numbers to China. The USSR is urgently rearming its tanks, increasing the number of machine guns. Fighting other tanks is no longer relevant. And so much blood is being shed.
  Rockets are being used, including napalm ones. The Soviet troops are suffocating... And the Chinese are trying to extend the front line. They are advancing on Kyrgyzstan... Trying to push through the mountains. And the fighting is brutal. And masses of Chinese are dying trivially, falling into ravines.
  The Celestial Empire's soldiers are also showing ingenuity. In particular, they make wooden tank models. This creates a morale boost for Soviet soldiers and simultaneously diverts bombs and missiles to decoy targets.
  The Minister of Defense at the time was Marshal Grechko. He was famous for having grass tinted and trees trimmed during his visits. Otherwise, he wasn't exactly the best commander.
  Although the Soviet army has not yet disintegrated and the system still works, the best marshals and generals from the Great Patriotic War have aged and are no longer the same. And some have even died.
  Fortunately for the USSR, the Chinese command isn't up to par either. But it has so many manpower resources. And they're capturing territory.
  By the end of March, most of Khabarovsk had been captured in a bloody assault, and Vladivostok was cut off by land. Fortunately, thanks to the weakness of the Chinese navy, its supplies were not completely cut off. For now, it held out, relying on powerful forts and defensive lines. However, the situation continued to deteriorate. The Celestial Empire's forces were advancing along the Amur River and threatening to completely overrun Primorye.
  And transporting troops over such a distance is quite difficult. There's only one railway line so far, and construction of the Baikal-Amur Mainline hasn't even begun.
  Fortunately, the USSR has plenty of ammunition in storage. And it can, in principle, be used. So far, there are no problems with quantity; the main thing is to deliver it on time.
  China's artillery is also weak, so the Celestial Empire's infantry storms unsuppressed points. But losses are irrelevant. They keep pushing forward. And that's their specialty. Masses of troops are crossing the Amur, even on rafts or swimming. And they, too, suffer enormous losses.
  The Amur River even turned reddish-brown from the corpses. A horrific massacre.
  And in some places, the Chinese are even managing to consolidate their positions. Fighting is already underway for Almaty; the Chinese have broken through. They want to take the capital of Kazakhstan. This is truly bloody.
  The Soviet troops are attempting a counterattack. They have plenty of tanks, and they're well-equipped for moving around Siberia. Tank counterattacks are quite effective, and they're being carried out with force and pressure.
  Soviet troops also launch missile strikes. And that's another trick; they have a lot of missiles. China's air defenses are also weak. In particular, Soviet bombers even bombed Beijing. They destroyed Mao's palace.
  And the Chinese dictator hastened to move his residence to Shanghai, away from the front line.
  Where the children are with Ares and Alice, China has no progress, they are holding the line.
  But Mao's troops began to bypass Mongolian territory. They invaded it, advancing across the steppe. And here, too, the Amur River, deep and cold, could be bypassed. The timing of the attack was not ideal. You can't cross the ice; it's already brittle and breaking, and the frozen ice prevents swimming. But still, the warriors of the Celestial Empire pressed on. And they feared nothing.
  There's fighting in Mongolia too... Soviet units are trying to help local troops hold back the Chinese. And they're still pressing. And, of course, there are infantry assaults.
  Alenka, for example, uses five machine gun barrels at once, knocking out personnel.
  And the girl presses them with her bare toes. The girls here are barefoot, even though it's still a bit chilly at the end of March. But at least their bare feet are so nimble.
  Anyuta also shoots from machine guns and sings:
  A star fell from the sky -
  Into the evil helmsman's pants...
  She tore something off of him,
  If only there was no war!
  And the girl throws grenades with her bare toes. Now that's a fighting beauty. And the Chinese aren't having it easy. But there are just too many of them. They can't be translated.
  Olympiada simply threw an entire barrel of explosives with her bare feet. It rolled into a dense crowd of Chinese and exploded, scattering them in all directions like bowling pins. The impact was extremely lethal.
  The girl Ekaterina took it and squeaked:
  - Our luck will be killer, we will checkmate Mao!
  Aurora is also shooting... The girls are in full swing.
  And of course, using flamethrowers is a sweet thing. And the warriors will suddenly take up arms and begin to burn the warriors of the Celestial Empire.
  The Chinese, however, aren't known for their kindness either. In particular, they captured a young Komsomol member. So they first stripped the beauty naked. Then they hoisted her onto the rack. So naked, so beautiful, so muscular.
  They lifted her higher, so high her tendons creaked. And then they let her go. She collapsed, and as she reached the floor, the rope tightened, wrenching her joints. The Komsomol member gasped in pain.
  And the Chinese executioners laughed. And again they began to lift the naked girl up. And again the rope creaked and tightened. It was utterly grotesque. And then they lifted her higher and let go again. And the girl collapsed again. And right at the floor, the rope stretched to its limit. This time the Komsomol member couldn't bear it any longer and screamed in terrible pain.
  And the Chinese executioners are so-so, they laugh. And they lift the girl up for the third time.
  It's a kind of torture, like a shaking. It's very painful and excruciating, a cruel, so to speak, impact. After the third shaking, the Komsomol member lost consciousness.
  Then they cauterized her bare heel with a hot crowbar, and the girl came to her senses.
  The torture continued. Her bare feet were clamped in stocks and secured with clasps, and heavy weights were hung on hooks, stretching her body.
  Then they beat her with red-hot barbed wire on her sides, back, and chest. They lit a fire under the girl's bare feet and roasted her bare heels. Then, red-hot pincers broke the Komsomol member's toes. And then they applied electric shock. That's how they tortured the girl.
  They didn't even ask any questions, they just tortured and tormented me. But they still didn't achieve anything.
  At the end, they applied electrodes to her pubic area and administered such a shock that she actually started smoking. The pain shock ultimately caused her to fall into a coma.
  After which, practically dead, she was thrown into the furnace for disposal.
  This is how Mao's soldiers acted. They knew no pity for themselves or others.
  They were advancing on all fronts. Alma-Ata was already under threat of encirclement. Fighting was taking place on its outskirts.
  Kaissa and Angelica, two female snipers, fired their rifles so intensely that their index fingers swelled. There were so many Chinese, and they were pressing hard.
  Kaissa noted, wincing in pain:
  - Well, they're crawling! They're just locusts. And they don't spare people like that - it's terrible!
  Angelica noted:
  - Asianism! But we must hold on.
  The girls started firing rifles using their bare toes. They did it with great energy. They stole magnificently. And firing with your feet-it's delightful.
  Angelica, the redhead in this couple, was quite tall, large, and muscular. She loved men and enjoyed the process of making love. However, she didn't appreciate constancy. She enjoyed sex, but she didn't understand the concept of love.
  But Kaissa is still a virgin, a very romantic soul, and a natural blonde. And not as big as Angelica. But she's a phenomenally accurate shot.
  True, her skill isn't really needed right now, with the Chinese advancing like an avalanche and disregarding casualties. Their disdain for human life is simply astounding. They keep attacking and attacking. And it seems their manpower reserves are inexhaustible. True, the war hasn't even been a month, and the question remains: how long will Mao's army last with such colossal losses?
  Kaissa noted with a sigh:
  - We are not surgeons, but butchers!
  Angelica noted:
  "I'd rather fight the Germans than the Chinese! The former required more thought and careful calculation!"
  And the girl pressed the trigger again with her bare toes. Their rifles had become so hot, when sweat dripped onto the barrel, it literally hissed.
  Kaissa tweeted:
  Two thousand years of war,
  War without rational reason...
  Satan has broken free from his chains,
  And death came with him!
  After which, the girl kicked them with her bare heel and launched a pea of death with colossal, devastating force. And it simply scattered everyone in all directions.
  More precisely, the Chinese have suffered so much that you can't envy them. But what fortitude they have. And you have to be so deluded by Mao's ideas that you really don't spare your life. And keep on trying.
  Soviet troops used rocket launchers quite successfully against infantry. True, they don't fire quickly enough, but they pack a punch. And they can knock out infantry over large areas.
  The Chinese have so many troops that they're armed with whatever's at hand, even flintlocks and hunting rifles. Some infantrymen even carry wooden machine guns, or even clubs or scythes.
  It reminds me of Yemelyan Pugachev's army - numerous, but poorly armed and organized.
  But sometimes you can take it by numbers. And by throwing corpses at them, you can advance. And the Chinese are showing that they really can do it.
  One of the means of deterring Mao's countless horde is anti-personnel mines. The USSR has a large number of them and can be used against the enormous number of personnel. True, minefields can be bypassed, but the Chinese go straight for the head, attacking with colossal aggression.
  Mao, as he said: There are too many Chinese to make them all happy!
  New types of weapons are needed with special capabilities. The Chinese even send their children into the attack. And they run barefoot, with their heads shaved, and in rags. As the saying goes, anything goes.
  Veronica and Agrippina, for example, began using machine guns with a higher rate of fire to clear out such a horde. Some systems are capable of firing up to thirty thousand bullets per minute. However, they overheat too quickly.
  Veronica even sang with enthusiasm:
  We swear to the great Brezhnev,
  Keep your honor and fight to the end...
  Because his power is like the sun,
  Because the country is God's flower!
  Agrippina remarked aggressively, knocking out the Chinese:
  - Does God exist?
  Veronica replied:
  - God is in the soul of every communist!
  The warrior confirmed:
  - Amen! Forward to the victory of communism!
  And Natasha and Zoya are beating the dragons.
  These are the gorgeous girls they are. And the machine guns are crackling.
  Natasha noted:
  - Accuracy is not needed here, but rate of fire is required.
  Zoya confirmed energetically:
  - Yes, it is required! We already do everything too carefully.
  Victoria also fired from the machine gun and energetically noted:
  "This is a war between two civilizations-European and Asian. We are white and closer to Europe."
  Svetlana added with a brave look:
  - Yes, closer! Although Stalin was called Genghis Khan with a telephone!
  And the warriors fired again. And the cascade of bullets rained down.
  Ares and Alice, of course, rose to the occasion. Their children's battalion repelled all attacks. But the Chinese began to break through Mongolia, and they were in danger of being encircled.
  The small army of children began to retreat, splashing with their bare feet.
  It was already muddy, and the snow was melting. It's that nasty time of year when there are puddles everywhere and the grass hasn't grown yet.
  Alice noted with a sweet look:
  - So we play the retreat.
  Ares noted:
  - Fighting while surrounded would be scary.
  The boy Sasha objected:
  - It's not scary, it's crap.
  The girl Lara noted:
  "In any case, we demonstrated our heroism and fortitude! And we didn't disgrace our ancestors."
  Alice noticed:
  - Yes, we are worthy of the pioneers of the Great Patriotic War.
  The boy Petka noticed:
  - But then we fought against fascists, and now we are fighting against communists just like us!
  Ares objected:
  - Not with those. Maoism is fascism under red flags. So, it's communist in name only.
  Margarita giggled and noted:
  - That's right, all that glitters is not gold!
  The pioneer girl Olka noted:
  - It"s not for nothing that Stalin called Mao a radish - red on the outside, white on the inside!
  The pioneer boy, Sasha, slapping his bare, childish feet, agreed:
  - Yes, Stalin was right in that regard! Mao turned China into a concentration camp.
  Pioneer girl Lara noted:
  - And unlike Germany, it has an advantage in human resources. That's not great at all.
  Ares replied in a decisive tone:
  "Not everything is decided by numbers! As Suvorov said, war is fought not by numbers, but by skill."
  And the children took and sang in chorus:
  Suvorov taught in fierce battles,
  Keep the Russian flag in glory!
  Suvorov taught us to look ahead,
  And if you stand up, stand to the death!
  Suvorov, brothers, is an example for us,
  He didn't get lost in difficult times!
  Suvorov was a father and brother,
  The last cracker was shared with the fighter!
  And they stopped. Chinese attack aircraft appeared in the sky again. True, there were only six of them, and they had already knocked out almost all of them.
  Ares didn't launch missiles, but simply aimed his ultrasonic array at the enemy. The vehicles began to lose control, falling and nosediving.
  The ultrasound was working, Wagner's music was playing.
  Alice noted with a smile:
  - You must admit, there is something mystical in this music!
  Ares nodded in agreement:
  "Yes, it's no wonder Adolf Hitler loved Wagner. He was a frenzied Fuhrer, yet he managed to shake up practically the entire world. In that sense, you could say he was a great villain!"
  Pioneer girl Clara noted:
  - But Mao wants to surpass him!
  Petka remarked with a sigh:
  - It may even surpass it.
  Indeed, the Chinese suffered so many losses. And Soviet submarines in the Pacific Ocean approached and shelled Beijing. They destroyed several government buildings and a number of factories. That's how they went and did it.
  And then they left virtually unpunished. And long-range bombers also struck Shanghai, destroying yet another of Mao's residences there.
  In response, there were threats. But China was wary of using nuclear weapons; the USSR was much stronger in this regard and could have responded. Even though its doctrine promised not to use them first.
  Anastasia and Akulina also worked on enemy infantry. Both girls look so young: the redhead and the blonde had experience in World War II, World War I, and the Russo-Japanese War. And Anastasia had seen action in the Crimean War and the Turkish-Balkan War. They had some glorious times. And they never aged. These are girls of the highest caliber.
  Anastasia sang:
  The spirit, I believe, will conquer the forces of evil,
  We could finish off Maoism...
  Let the enemies have graves,
  We will build true communism!
  Akulina energetically confirmed:
  - Indeed, we are building and will continue to build!
  And both girls were again pounding ground targets. For example, they knocked out a couple of rare Chinese Grad missile launchers. The warriors demonstrated their capabilities.
  Anastasia also used cluster munition missiles - they are good against infantry.
  The girls raged and crushed their enemies.
  Soviet troops also attempted a counterattack. Some tanks even arrived from East Germany.
  Among them there were even several flamethrowers, which are top class against infantry.
  And of course, there were also high-powered mortar strikes. These systems were used in large numbers. Even the Chinese fled from them. And the losses they suffered were so disastrous-it was simply terrifying.
  The warrior girl Maria sang:
  Don't give in to Maoism, people,
  China won't put us in a bad position...
  I believe we will live under communism,
  And let's build a paradise in the universe!
  CHAPTER No 16.
  Golden-haired Margarita returned to the Netherworld. She had completed her task, and Yuri Petukhov, son of Archangel Michael, had become a vampire. This meant she had destroyed him, and now he would have no choice but to turn to the dark side. Like how it was too late for Darth Vader to return to the light side. For now, she could rest and relax. Margarita lay down on the bed, and very handsome teenage boys began to massage her entire body, from head and neck to bare feet. They massaged her strong body quite vigorously.
  It's nice to be touched by the hands of handsome, muscular boys. Margarita lay relaxed. And Azazello, Abaddon, and Behemon had arranged a new entertainment. They placed the barefoot girl Ellen White in an iron cage. And under the cage, they lit a fire. The little prophetess's bare feet began to burn. And she placed her feet on the bars, and it was obvious the red-haired girl was in pain, even screaming. And her bare, childish feet began to blister.
  Margarita intervened, shouting:
  - Don't do this! Let's be affectionate with her!
  The hippopotamus nodded:
  - Don't be afraid! We just wanted to scare her. By the way, she taught us that we should keep the Sabbath.
  The red-haired girl squeaked:
  - But the Bible says so. The fourth commandment: Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy! Six days you shall work, but the seventh day is for the Lord your God!
  Margarita confirmed:
  "Yes, there is such a fourth commandment. So, come on, silly girl, come out of your cage. You are now under the Messir's power, and try to please him and his retinue. In the Underworld, you can have every conceivable pleasure."
  Behemoth noted:
  - Such is the good thing Hell is for the one whom Messire loves.
  Let's dress her up.
  Several beautiful girls rushed to Ellen. They dressed her in a luxurious, jewel-embroidered tunic. Two muscular slave boys in shorts began to apply healing ointment to the girl's scorched feet.
  The maids hung diamond earrings on her head, so deftly that Ellen didn't feel any pain. Then she placed a tiara of precious stones on her head.
  Margarita exclaimed:
  - How beautiful you've become! You're like a princess!
  Ellen replied with a sad look:
  - Princess of Hell! This is what I have become now... But I wanted to be with Christ.
  The hippopotamus responded, wagging its tail:
  "You shouldn't have lied. You even went so far as to say you met Christ in person, and the Son of the Most High led her into the Sanctuary, even letting her go first! So if Jesus wins, you, little girl, won't escape the lake of fire."
  Ellen noted sadly:
  The flower petal is fragile,
  If it was torn off a long time ago...
  Even though the world around us is cruel,
  I want to do good!
  The child's thoughts are honest,
  Bring the light to mind...
  Even though our children are pure,
  Satan drew them into evil!
  Margarita objected:
  "Great Messire is not so much evil as sin. And sin and evil are not the same thing."
  Behemoth nodded and added:
  "Killing children is evil, but God commanded Saul to exterminate the Amalekites, including women and children. And Moses killed all the boys and spared only the girls. So, truly, evil and sin are not quite the same thing."
  Ellen winced and noted:
  Sin, first and foremost, is disobedience to the Most High God. In this regard, Saul, like Moses, was only fulfilling the command of the Most High by killing children-it would have been a sin to refuse to carry out this command!
  Gella spun around and noticed:
  "Isn't it a sin to pretend to be Jehovah's messenger when you're not? And a very grave and serious sin, indeed!"
  Margarita noted:
  - Yes, smoking in the entryway is a much smaller sin than being an impostor!
  Ellen shuddered and replied, splashing her little foot in the water in the gold, diamond-framed basin:
  - I made some things up, but I sometimes saw things like that in my dreams... And besides, a lot of what I predicted came true, including the American Pope.
  The hippopotamus snorted. And the cake landed on the red-haired girl's head. She screamed in fright. She was covered in a thick layer of multicolored frosting.
  Gella said with annoyance:
  - It's somehow scary to translate such a good thing! So much cream wasted.
  Azazello noted:
  "And that redhead lied. She did write that the Vatican and the US leadership would be in cahoots, but there was no such thing as an American becoming Pope."
  The boy Albert, who was also at the table, answered:
  "She writes so well, it really touches your soul! Especially about Jesus Christ. If I were the Almighty, I'd take her to Heaven!"
  The boy Marx took it and sang:
  I wish I could go to heaven,
  I wish I could go to heaven...
  Here I was,
  but there I wasn"t!
  And the eternal children laughed. It was truly a joyful thing. And then another boy, wearing shorts and a T-shirt with a picture of Harry Potter on a broomstick, ran in. He was handsome, and on his right wrist glittered a watch made of bright orange metal. The boy released a hologram. And large drops of rain began pouring down on Ellen from above.
  The child, his bare heels flashing, bowed:
  - Marquis de Sade, at your service!
  Gella laughed and noted:
  - You're a funny boy! Do you like being a boy?
  The Marquis replied with a smile:
  - Very much so! You can play whatever you want.
  Marx remarked with a smile:
  - So be righteous and you won't play!
  Louis XIV, also a young man of that stripe, noted:
  - I love your books, and the films based on them even more! They're just superb!
  Albert remarked with a sweet look:
  "In a past life, I was fascinated by the Marquis de Sade. Although I never spoke about it publicly. His works contained the highest degree of sexual freedom."
  Gella laughed and remarked:
  "But he didn't describe electric shock torture. Or even hyperplasma. And something about space would have been better. Like sex with aliens or fairy-tale creatures. And I could have done even better!"
  The boy marquis chuckled and replied:
  - What? That's a wonderful idea! I've written and made films like this before. But children shouldn't watch it. And here, I see, it's full of kindergarten!
  Marx noted:
  "We're only children on the outside, but in reality, we're as old as you are. Isn't that clear?"
  The Marquis de Sade kicked a pea into the air with his bare toes. It exploded, scattering into a rainbow of fireworks.
  The others laughed. It was truly a very cheerful team. Then Fagot, known as Koroviev, appeared. He was wearing a musketeer's costume, embroidered with a cross. Apparently, the cross itself didn't frighten the denizens of hell. And Koroviev spun around and sang:
  A furious squad,
  A furious squad,
  A furious squad,
  The fires are burning in Hell!
  And let's spin around like a top. Now that's a truly magnificent guy. And he has a hat with feathers adorned with small diamonds. Now that's a real musketeer.
  Azazello noted:
  - Mr. D'Artagnan! Perhaps you would like some alcohol?
  Fagot, this demon, replied:
  - I usually prefer aqua regia. I hope you're familiar with it?
  Margarita noted:
  - Aqua regia is stronger than alcohol. It even dissolves gold and platinum.
  And they laughed again. Gella gestured. Ellen received another beautiful bling, an emerald necklace. The girl winked and remarked:
  - That will be good. Although the soul jewels will be very beautiful.
  The bassoon took up the sing-along and began singing at the top of its lungs:
  Let there be rivers of blood,
  Flowing along the ground...
  Let them groan in pain,
  Fires everywhere!
  Let death devour,
  The harvest of human bodies...
  The planet is suffering,
  Lawlessness reigns!
  And they all burst out laughing. It's actually kind of funny.
  Margarita noted with a sweet look:
  - That will be great and cool!
  Marx, with a childish smile, noted with a grin:
  "Everything will be awesome and very good. And indeed, we'll make enemies and break the back of the bald Fuhrer!"
  Albert chuckled and noted with fury:
  - We'll tear them all apart! And kill the rats and orcs!
  And so Margarita took it and sang with delight:
  I became young again,
  Beautiful as a daisy...
  I walk barefoot on the grass,
  And now there is no need for a kibitka!
  
  The girl has a sharp sword in her hands,
  What cuts through the flesh, playing...
  You need to take care of this one,
  So that the tabernacles of paradise do not burn!
  
  And a bow with a quiver of nimble arrows,
  And muscles like a panther...
  What did you want man,
  And the girl's teeth are white!
  
  Now I am a warrior,
  Such a beautiful maiden has become...
  And the warriors are my family,
  And the will is stronger than metals!
  
  I can kill a tiger,
  And roast a boar over a fire...
  Don't dare to distort the faith,
  And to steam up various stupidities!
  
  And in this world flowers grow,
  And the aromas are so wonderful...
  Without any unnecessary fuss,
  Nature in endless May!
  
  To celebrate Victoria,
  We will be very bright...
  Pass your exams with excellent marks,
  So that there is no dream, no pity!
  
  I want to become Napoleon,
  But only in a red miniskirt...
  And defeat the enemies,
  So that it would be scary for them, of course!
  
  This is what I wanted before,
  Find yourself a man the right way...
  So that I have my family,
  And those who are against it feel extremely bad!
  
  Well, if I meet an orc,
  Well, he'll get what he deserves!
  I'll hit him in the side with a blade,
  That's just how it turned out!
  
  Well then, I'll drink the nectar,
  I wet my lips...
  The girl has such a cool gift,
  Her great world power!
  
  Well then, let's make a detour,
  And we'll rip their stomachs open...
  And the demon will be finished,
  Let the enemy feel bad!
  
  It's easier to destroy than to build, you should know that,
  Such changes will happen...
  And the planet will become a paradise,
  Prices are skyrocketing!
  
  There is no need to show weakness,
  Otherwise things will get really bad...
  You write it down in your notebook,
  When there is a big change!
  
  And if you meet a dragon,
  Then and then, believe me, we will not waver...
  And the enemies will be defeated,
  Let's pick the snout open with our fingernails!
  
  I look so cool,
  I can keep my face...
  The color of the sky will be blue,
  And I will destroy the infidel!
  
  The girl won't remain silent, you know,
  She will not give in to her enemies...
  Let's build a paradise in our world,
  Well, sometimes a girl can be stupid!
  
  So what, will he make his move?
  Not with a pawn, but with a queen, believe me...
  And he will send the monsters to destruction,
  Such are we, children of light!
  
  God does not give the weak any slack,
  What they wouldn't want...
  We put our enemies to death,
  Such a strange lottery!
  
  We will deliver a cascade of blows,
  And we'll break the orc's jaw...
  If we need to save the planet, we'll save it,
  And we'll tear the troll to pieces too!
  
  The wolf is also a glorious beast,
  He attacks as if in a pack...
  We open the door to success,
  And someone doesn't give a damn!
  
  Well, what do you tell us, fighter?
  That the bears are squeezing us...
  But we have the Lord Father,
  And my boyfriend, Fedya, is not stupid!
  
  How does the game of chess go?
  We move the pieces...
  And Koschei has a needle,
  We can download everything from life!
  
  Paris is a great city, you know.
  Handsome and wise...
  So girl, go for it,
  And throw your enemies off their pedestals!
  
  Louis the Sun King,
  Who built the same amount...
  And someone is a complete zero,
  And different, believe me, heroes!
  
  Napoleon went to Moscow,
  And he was in the lands of the pharaohs...
  Even a donkey can understand it,
  What a majesty he is on the throne!
  
  Yes, we failed to take London,
  And we stormed Mandrid...
  Elk roasted on a fire
  We feasted with a beautiful goose!
  
  And our meat is juicy,
  It was literally pouring down my waistcoat...
  This is truly top class,
  And the vile one will not receive mercy!
  
  Well, orc, don't whine,
  We will tear you to shreds...
  And there will be big zeros,
  Yes, the enemy will go to the smoke!
  
  Well, now what kind of flesh,
  The girl is a great beauty...
  May the Lord help my dear one,
  And even the vodka has gone sour!
  
  But what are you looking at, fighters?
  Believe me, you, girl, are jealous...
  And the young men are already great,
  And what is beautiful is not visible!
  
  We will create a nightmare for our enemies,
  Such that they won't get weak...
  The enemy receives shame,
  We'll fry you like a toad!
  
  In short, the girl is in battle,
  She showed herself to be a Goddess...
  I love Christ and Mars,
  And peace is not enough for me, believe me!
  
  For France we will give,
  And soul, heart and riches...
  There's a cool cherub above us,
  Such a light-brotherhood of knights!
  
  And again we will be in Moscow,
  And London will lie down under the girl...
  Let us not submit to leftism,
  My voice is very loud!
  
  Let's cross ourselves and go forward,
  For the Motherland and for the French...
  The Holy Virgin will lead,
  Fighting is also an art!
  
  But the Most High God will win,
  For France, and for the Fatherland...
  May the possessed orcler die,
  May there be happiness in our lives!
  Those were some cool songs. But this will be incredibly wonderful...
  Azazello announced:
  - Now let's get the gladiator games started! Let's get going and have some fun.
  And now the bugle has sounded. In the Underworld, the gladiatorial games are at their peak.
  The first to fight were muscular girls wearing nothing but swimming trunks and wielding swords and shields. There were five warriors on each side, and the first were in red swimming trunks, while the others were in blue. All ten girls had vibrant hairstyles. There were redheads and blondes. They were so tall and stunning. Those in red swimming trunks had straight swords, while those in blue ones had curved ones, which was incredibly cool. Their stomachs, with their slab-like abs, resembled chocolate bars. It truly looked magnificent. Not girls, but goddesses!
  Margarita noted:
  - Good girls! But we've seen this before.
  Azazello noted:
  - Nothing really new!
  The hippopotamus chuckled and remarked:
  - Everything new is well forgotten old!
  Gella noted:
  - But still, it turned out to be a very good spectacle. It's worth seeing.
  Ellen, this prophetess girl seethed:
  - Disgusting!
  Albert objected:
  - No, it's lovely! Beautiful, pleasing bodies, muscles both deeply defined and yet smoothly curved. Beautiful and aesthetically pleasing.
  Margarita was about to say something when, unexpectedly, a girl appeared between the two warriors, who were about to attack each other. She was golden-haired, very beautiful, wearing a short white tunic embroidered with small rubies. She looked about twelve years old. The young warrior held a sword in each hand and exclaimed:
  - Now I will fight!
  Margarita exclaimed:
  - This is my daughter Elfiada! Of course, in three hundred years she hasn't settled down at all!
  The girl squealed and cried:
  - Don't retreat and don't surrender!
  Azazello noted:
  - Well then! We're not against a fight.
  Ellen squeaked:
  - But this is a child!
  Margarita laughed and replied:
  - Try to cope with such a child! In general, you're boring me.
  And chocolate cream poured onto the red-haired girl's head. It flowed thickly and had an appetizing smell. Ellen was confused and squealed in fear. Indeed, the chocolate was quite hot, and when it poured on you, it hurt.
  And then a fight began in the arena. Both girls attacked the girl. The girl, in response, jumped up and slammed her bare heel into the chin of the one in the red swimming trunks. The blow was powerful and accurate, and the warrior fell.
  Elfiada tweeted:
  My crushing blow,
  Truly a demonic gift...
  I kicked my heel and here it is,
  An uppercut lands from the leg!
  And the girl in the blue swimming trunks lost her balance and literally fell, lifting her bare, round, pink heels. She barely even noticed the blow. But she was knocked down. Then Elfiada swung her swords in a windmill, landing a blow on the shoulder of the girl in the red swimming trunks as she tried to rise. The sword blade cracked her bronze skin, and bright scarlet blood gushed forth. It seemed like a fountain of rubies.
  Margarita giggled and noted:
  - Bravo, daughter! You are strong!
  Elfiada slashed at the girl in the blue swimming trunks with her other sword, and did it masterfully. Her head flew off her shoulders and rolled away like a cabbage.
  The crowd applauded... And the Devil's granddaughter continued moving, leaped up, and with a sword blow, smashed the head of the girl in the red swimming trunks. It was a bloody and brutal fight.
  Ellen noted sadly:
  - A cruel and not very smart sight!
  Gella hissed:
  - What a clever girl you are! Save your wit for the executioner!
  Behemoth noted:
  "Maybe we should put this girl in a box of nails? It's a very effective means of influence."
  Margarita objected:
  - It's better to approach with kindness. A kind investigator cracks faster.
  Elfiada ran up to the table, jumping over the fence dividing the arena, and exclaimed:
  - May the force be with us!
  And then she flew up to Ellen, giggled and asked her:
  - So you wrote that there is no hell?
  The girl prophetess answered:
  "Not quite so... I meant that the spirit leaves a person, and at that very moment all their thoughts vanish. That is, until the Second Coming, all souls are unaware of themselves without a body. And when they receive a body, they begin to realize themselves. In this sense, Hell is Sheol."
  Elfiada laughed and remarked:
  "The Bible also needs to be understood. It's not for nothing that Messire is spoken of as having the power of death."
  And she snapped her bare toes. A bucket of lemonade spilled on Ellen, and the girl began shaking off streams of foamy liquid.
  Azazello noted:
  - Maybe it would be better to pour out some sulfuric acid?
  Elfiada objected:
  - I'm not going to hurt her. It's better to let her have some mischief herself!
  Ellen giggled and noted:
  - It's easy to say that. I can't snap my fingers like that.
  Satan's granddaughter smirked and replied:
  - Do you want me to teach you?
  Margarita nodded her head:
  - Agree! You'll have a wonderful life in the Hell-universe. And no one will hurt you.
  Behemoth noted:
  - Yes, if you have to choose and the choice is difficult,
  We choose wooden costumes, there are such people!
  Ellen smiled and remarked:
  - Wooden costumes... I prefer a short tunic!
  Elfiada squeaked:
  - In any case, everything will be wonderful, let's play.
  Azazello chuckled:
  - What will you play?
  Gella giggled with a laugh:
  Fortune's hour,
  It's time to play...
  Fortune's hour,
  Try not to waste this hour!
  Elfiada replied:
  - Do you know the rules of Hyperchase, little one?
  Ellen replied with a sigh:
  - Unfortunately not! As far as I understand, you're talking about chess?
  Satan's granddaughter answered confidently:
  - About special ones - Super Chess! They have a thousand pieces, and it's super!
  And the children burst out laughing...
  Albert noted with a sweet look:
  - Maybe we should go with space strategy then? It'll be more hyper-quasaric.
  The hippopotamus nodded vigorously:
  - Now that's a real idea. It'll be a hyper-ultra strategy!
  Margarita answered with a sweet smile:
  - Why not fight with swords?
  Elfiada giggled and said:
  - I can destroy her even with my eyes closed.
  Ellen nodded in agreement:
  "I'm no good at sword fighting. Although I remember trying to swing a twig."
  Marx laughed and remarked:
  - Maybe you could fight with poles, or just with your fists?
  Louis growled:
  - And with nunchucks! I really liked it when they fight with sticks and two chains!
  Azazello corrected:
  - Nunchaku are two sticks and one chain! You're confusing things, Your Majesty.
  Margarita shook her head:
  - No! I've decided otherwise. You'll trade catchphrases! A hundred each. And the one with the best catchphrases wins!
  The hippopotamus nodded vigorously:
  "That's right-intellect is what matters, not strength! Besides, let me remind you that Ellen wrote almost a hundred thousand pages in her past life, so composing catchphrases shouldn't be too difficult for her."
  Both barefoot girls in tunics - the golden-haired and the fiery-red-haired one - nodded their heads and said:
  - Well, we agree!
  Margarita exclaimed, clicking her bare toes, causing a fountain of fireworks to shoot up into the sky:
  - Read on! Ellen goes first. She's younger than my daughter, and younger ones go first.
  The prophetess coughed to clear her throat. Then she took a deep breath and ran, composing as she went:
  The dictator claims to be as hard as a rock, but in reality the tyrant is nothing more than a dull boulder!
  A girl gets her feet hurt when she runs barefoot over sharp stones, a politician confuses when he rushes with his shoes on between streams!
  A bare woman's heel can be pierced by a sharp object, but even wit won't pierce a voter wearing a politician's shoes!
  A woman would rather walk barefoot in the cold than be shod with the fiery speeches of politicians!
  A hot heart will not cool down in the cold, and a politician"s fiery speech will not warm it!
  A patriot has a fire in his heart, but a politician only brings shit to his liver!
  A soldier has the fiery heart of a patriot, but a politician has the stomach of a corrupt ostrich and the throat of a greedy python!
  A soldier preserves his honor, which is worth a lot; a politician sells shamelessness, which is not worth a dime, but costs three times as much!
  A soldier has a grey coat and a lot of grey matter in his head, a politician has the fur of a grey wolf and strives to become a grey cardinal!
  Politicians send soldiers to shed blood for the sake of a catchy phrase, and for the sake of a dirty deal, they betray love!
  A soldier may get his body dirty, but his soul remains pure, but no bath will help a politician wash away spiritual dirt!
  A soldier has to kill bad guys for the sake of his country, a politician kills everything good for the sake of his ambitions!
  A soldier who kills is not a murderer, a politician who promises but does not fulfill it!
  A soldier sometimes does the impossible without sparing himself, a politician does nothing out of the possible without seeking his own gain, without sparing others!
  A soldier is a lion who lacks the command of sheep, a politician is a fox who is obeyed only by sheep with chicken brains!
  A soldier may not always become a lion, but the main thing is that he does not end up as a donkey who has been skinned three times!
  A soldier does not always behave like an angel, but in the depths of his soul he is devoted to God; a politician always pours out angelic speeches with promises of heaven, but even on the surface of his spirit it is clear that he is devoted to Satan!
  A soldier may be left without boots during a battle, but a politician puts on shoes in any situation!
  A soldier wears a camouflage uniform to survive for the sake of the Fatherland, while a politician is a chameleon to kill the voter's morale in order to seize the throne!
  A soldier in battle rushes at a boar like a dog, but a politician in the rear barks and makes a pig of a man!
  It is good for a soldier to be as strong as an oak when meeting an enemy, but worse to be as dull as a stump when dealing with a politician!
  The executioner chops off heads with an axe, the soldier stabs people in the throat with a bayonet, the politician drips on brains with his tongue and strangles people by the neck with sticky words!
  It is better for a soldier to be a ferocious wolf than a cowardly rabbit, especially when meeting a boa constrictor politician!
  A soldier may be fierce in appearance, but deep down he is a meek lamb, a politician with an angelic appearance is actually a typical pig!
  Soldiers are always brave, even when retreating they are only performing a tactical maneuver, politicians are always cowardly, even when attacking they are committing a strategic dirty trick!
  A soldier fights with his equals and the strong on orders, a politician attacks the weak on his own voluntarily!
  A true soldier is not always of noble birth, but always fulfills his duty; a politician, even with a royal pedigree, always fails to keep his promises!
  A soldier sometimes uses prostitutes during his vacation, a politician is always a prostitute, both at work and at leisure, who takes advantage of voters!
  A soldier pays prostitutes what he has earned with his blood, a politician is a prostitute himself and is paid to spoil the voters' blood!
  A soldier shoots, sending a bullet into the enemy's chest, a politician kills, putting a pig in his pocket and bile in his liver!
  A soldier shouts hurray in battle, a politician is not silent either, but if a warrior is beaten in battle, it is because a shout, alas, is not a shield!
  A soldier is not always a star, but the glory of his exploits does not fade over the centuries; a politician always aims for the role of a luminary, but his infamy becomes moldy!
  A soldier works with a sharp bayonet and stabs with conscience, a politician twiddles his thumbs with a tongue whose wit is devoid of conscience!
  A soldier can drink too much wine and shit himself, but he won"t, like a politician, pour out verbal diarrhea without measure when drunk!
  A barefoot girl is ready to run after her lover without fear, but why on earth does a voter allow himself to be shod by politicians?
  A politician is a fox for whom voters are like chicken coop dwellers, but while devouring the flesh of those with the intellect of a chicken, a politician will definitely slip in a pig!
  Soldiers are fighting roosters that lay golden eggs for turkey-generals, who in turn are devoured by fox-politicians!
  A soldier runs into the attack believing in victory, but a politician in the rear will, no matter the outcome, screw the fighter by retreating from principles!
  Soldiers sometimes retreat because fortune is fickle, but politicians always give in, their happiness lies in a dirty trick and a dirty trick!
  The barefoot boy is too clever to let the politician put him under his thumb!
  When a girl's bare feet are wounded by sharp stones, they wound a man's heart, but politicians who force people to slurp cabbage soup with bast shoes beat the voters' livers!
  A soldier doesn't seek death, he wants to live; a politician doesn't look for a way to fulfill his election promises, he wants to profit from voters!
  A soldier is always young at heart, even when he's grey, a politician is an old scoundrel, sitting in the liver, and a bald devil even with a thick head of hair!
  In ancient times, a soldier had a sword, then it was replaced by a machine gun to make it easier to kill enemies, and in time, a politician's weapon was language, a weapon more deadly than which it is impossible to invent!
  A soldier is a kind of war machine, but he remains human, but in politics there is nothing human, he is a mechanism of war against rational arguments!
  Better a spoon for dinner than slurping cabbage soup with a bast shoe!
  If it's hard to make friends in politics, like wolves in a pack, let's at least not bully each other while sitting on the couch!
  Politicians squabble like wolves and play dirty tricks on each other like foxes!
  A politician can hide his wolf's fangs under sheep's clothing, but nothing can hide his pig's snout!
  A politician who can't hide his pig's snout from voters isn't worth a dime!
  The politician will screw the voters so much that they will howl like wolves!
  A politician without the tenacity of a wolf, but with the habits of a pig, will lead the voter to a dog's life!
  The politician crosses himself with his hands, puts his tongue in his pocket, and tramples the soul with his boots!
  If a politician has seven Fridays in a week, then the voter is left with a free birthday on Monday!
  It's no big deal to be born on Monday, but it's a disaster to elect a dictator on Sunday!
  By choosing a tyrant in the elections on Sunday, you risk getting a solid Monday!
  By choosing an iron hand, you get a steel chain around your neck!
  Still, it is better to have an iron fist in power than the bony leg of anarchy!
  When Ellen finished, Behemoth clapped his paws:
  - Not bad at all! I never expected that from her!
  Azazello noted:
  - White is a talented demagogue and storyteller. And now...
  Margarita interrupted:
  - Now it's my daughter's turn!
  Elfiada puffed out her cheeks and began to pour out a nightingale-like trill of winged aphorisms:
  The most brutal power is better than complete anarchy; it is easier to endure one tyrant than a thousand thugs!
  A real ruler should be like a fairy-tale prince to the people, not a naked king!
  There are very few fairy-tale princes in politics, but there are always naked kings!
  The prince is the future king, the naked king is a bankrupt in the present!
  A woman waits for a fairy-tale prince, but gets a naked king; a voter waits for a messiah, but gets a weak-willed actor, or an unprincipled tyrant!
  A woman waits for a prince until she gets married, a voter waits for campaign promises to be fulfilled until the cows come knocking!
  The politician is a master of lies and a grandmaster of excuses, and in the art of making a mess, he is a world champion!
  A politician has only one chance to make a first impression, and a constant opportunity to make a pig!
  The politician knows that two plus two makes four, but he tries to prove that by adding two more terms to him you will get the whole world!
  A politician wants to have the power and the throne of a lion, but in terms of power he is at best a rooster, and in terms of position he is a fox digging a hole with the aim of causing trouble!
  A voter must have nerves of steel to avoid becoming rusty from a politician's verbal rain!
  It is easier to believe that the sky will fall to earth than that the dictator has earned exaltation to the skies!
  A politician is always ready to pour out promises like a nightingale, and to fulfill his promises only when the crow flies!
  Why is it so hard to fulfill election promises? You can eat a whale with your eyes, but a big spoon will tear your mouth apart!
  Anything that your imagination can imagine can be accomplished, as long as it's not the promise of a politician lacking a reasonable imagination!
  A politician is ready to sell his soul to the Devil for power, but Satan doesn"t buy something that isn"t worth a dime and that comes into his hands for free!
  A politician cannot become God, but in his ability to cause trouble he is Satan himself!
  The voter wants purity in politics, so he can eat meat, but he gets only one kind from a dirty politician, a pig under his wing!
  The chef-politician has one side dish - noodles on the ears, and one type of meat - pork under the hood, for the third - a hole from a donut with honey of promises from a stream of eloquence, and in conclusion - birch porridge and cheese in a mousetrap!
  A politician is a cook who, while giving sweet speeches, prepares inedible dishes so that it is easier for him to swallow the voter!
  A politician is a cook who generously feeds the voter with the honey of speeches, but even honey is bitter if you drown in it!
  If the dictator with a cunning face reset his terms, it means the voter got the boot again!
  A warrior always fights for a just cause, but a politician takes all the trophies to the left!
  A warrior shoots with his left hand for a just cause, but a politician, with his tongue, takes all his achievements to the left!
  War is the opposite of an ocean of love, but it also requires a fountain of blood!
  A warrior is not a God in strength, but an angel in nobility!
  A soldier has an iron helmet, a steel bayonet and a heart of gold, but a politician doesn"t value him even a copper penny!
  Soldiers are often driven to the slaughter like sheep, but they are lions at heart, and a politician who roars like a lion is a typical sheep!
  A soldier may also be afraid of death, but he is still more afraid of dishonor, while a politician trembles for his life, but he lost his honor long ago!
  Soldiers, having defeated the enemy, celebrate victory, a politician, having deceived the voter, celebrates being a coward!
  A boy may be a good warrior, but a politician will never grow up to be responsible to the voters!
  It's better to be a barefoot boy than to let politicians put shoes on you and steal your youth!
  A girl is a lush flower that may fade, but will never lose its fragrance; a politician is a pile of dung, he can climb the throne, but it will only stink more!
  A soldier is a real man, a politician is a grumpy woman in pants!
  A soldier has a noble rage, like the roar of a lion, but a politician has a vile hysteria, like the bleating of a ram!
  A soldier rarely has a day off, but a politician has seven Fridays a week, and his voters celebrate his birthday on Monday!
  A soldier, having fallen, does push-ups, a politician is always morally falling and doing push-ups in his pocket!
  A soldier is sometimes forced to crawl through the mud, remaining a man, but a politician in clean clothes and doused in cologne remains a pig!
  A soldier salutes and remains honorably, a politician gives a dirty trick and remains a dirty trick!
  The soldier has buttons in a row, the politician has a boar's butt!
  Soldiers, brave guys, send the politicians to mental hospitals!
  They say that man descended from a monkey, but it"s immediately obvious that a politician has remained a pig!
  Labor made a man out of a monkey, but behind-the-scenes politics turned him into a mixture of a fox and a pig!
  The worker works and sometimes drinks alcohol, the politician is a pig and always spews out verbal diarrhea!
  A soldier grows from battle to battle, a politician from one election campaign to another, increasingly turns into a prostitute!
  The soldier's eyes glow with the youthful passion of a fighter, the politician's, like a thief's cap, burns with the indifference of a seasoned cynic!
  A soldier has a choice: a chest covered in crosses or a head in the bushes, but a politician at elections has only crosses carved into his chest on the aspirations of voters and cabbage heads!
  Even a soldier of small stature is a giant in courage, even a politician of high position is a pygmy in conscience!
  A soldier wants a woman's body as a gift for his heroic deed, while a politician unfairly puts the entire country in disrepute!
  A soldier always has the time and place to perform a heroic deed, but he doesn't always manage to accomplish it; a politician, under constant time pressure, will definitely have time to screw up and shit on someone's head!
  A politician is the only wingless creature in nature that shits on everyone's head!
  Every schoolchild knows that two plus two equals four, but instead of multiplying numbers, politicians constantly divide them into their own pockets!
  A soldier learns by making mistakes, a politician tries to accustom voters to the idea that you can prosper by twiddling your thumbs!
  Every soldier is a fighter, the only difference is in level, every politician is a prostitute, the only difference is in the rank of pimp!
  A soldier is partly an executioner, since he also sheds blood, a politician is a complete scoundrel, since he drips on brains!
  If a general is invited to a wedding, then a soldier receives an invitation to save the Motherland, so that weddings can take place in a free country!
  To rejoice in victory and not mourn the bitterness of defeat, you need the sweat of hard work and a spark of talent!
  A soldier senses in his heart when it is time to go on the attack, but a politician who has long been on his nerves sends him to the slaughter!
  A soldier may sometimes doubt the competence of his command, but a politician is undoubtedly competent in the art of lying!
  A soldier is the son of an eagle that pecks at the enemy and flutters in the sky, a politician is the son of a fox that shits on your head and makes a piggy play behind the scenes!
  In battle, the brave man won before the fight even began, the coward lost without even entering the battle, the politician cheated before the spoils were divided!
  In a battle the forces are always unequal, some are stronger, some are weaker, but in politics everyone is equally good at making a pig out of a fight!
  In battle, a soldier fires a machine gun, while a politician in the rear drums his tongue uselessly!
  A soldier doesn't need to be encouraged to perform a heroic deed - he's always ready, but a politician will screw you over at any moment!
  And Elfiada, exhausted, fell silent. And the audience also burst into tears, especially Behemoth.
  Margarita remarked with a sweet, radiant smile:
  - Both girls are good. Therefore, I award them a draw!
  Elfiada roared:
  - It's not fair! My catchphrases are much better! I win!
  Behemoth stated decisively:
  - Friendship won!
  Gella noted:
  - Now Ellen should be rewarded for her good performance! I suggest giving her diamond earrings.
  Margarita objected:
  - That goes without saying! In the meantime, I'll make her my personal servant. She'll tell me bedtime stories.
  Elfiada growled:
  - No! Let her be my personal servant.
  Satan's Daughter nodded:
  - Take it! In the meantime, I'll fly and check on Yuri. Let's see what it's like for the son of Archangel Michael to be afraid of the sun!
  Gella nodded:
  - I'll fly with you!
  Behemoth confirmed:
  - Yes, fly both of you - there's a time for business and a time for fun!
  And both girls of the princess of Hell sang:
  It happens like this,
  It happens like this,
  What separates you from success is just a trifle!
  It can't help but lead us,
  May fortune be on your way!
  Fortune's hour,
  It's time to play!
  Fortune's hour,
  Try not to waste this hour!
  CHAPTER No 17.
  And in the underworld of the Universe, the war between China and the USSR continued.
  In early April, at the cost of enormous losses, the Chinese occupied virtually all of Primorye along the Amur River, with the exception of the blockaded Vladivostok. Khabarovsk also fell, and Mao's troops advanced deeper into the region. Alma-Ata has already been partially captured, and street fighting is underway. The situation is dire.
  It wasn't just Soviet tanks that arrived in Siberia from the GDR, but also volunteers. Here they are, in a tank the Germans themselves produced, the "Thaelmann-3," heading out to fight the Chinese. This tank has a flamethrower and eight machine guns.
  And it was run by four German girls: Gerda, Charlotte, Christina and Magda.
  And they fought, of course, in nothing but bikinis and barefoot. Although it's chilly in early April, it warms up quickly, especially in the late afternoon. And even the flamethrower tank itself is hot.
  The girls sent him into the thick of the Chinese horde. And the machine guns were the first to fire.
  Gerda noted:
  - We'll give them hell!
  Christina noted:
  - We need to be careful. They might throw grenades at us.
  Charlotte responded aggressively:
  - And we'll give them a shot! They'll get it!
  Magda remarked with a sigh, clicking her bare toes:
  - I don't want to kill people, but I have to.
  The warriors really did look pretty cool. They were roasting the Chinese troops with fire. Eight machine guns were firing. There was a strong smell of burning. And those smells were disgusting.
  The girls fired machine guns and crushed the troops of the Celestial Empire. And the streams of fire thoroughly fried them.
  Gerda, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare, chiseled feet, noted:
  - We could have won against the Russians if Japan had attacked from the east!
  Charlotte growled, frying the Chinese with fire:
  - We could have done it without Japan. If Hitler hadn't turned out to be such a jerk!
  Christina agreed:
  "Yes, Hitler wasn't exactly a genius. If, instead of the Maus and Lion, which proved completely ineffective in practice, they had invested in the accelerated development of the E-10 and E-25, they might have held the line. Or even more."
  Magda noted with a sweet look:
  - Maybe so. But would we have had an odious fascist regime in power, and would that have brought us happiness?
  Gerda, continuing to fire, noted:
  "So, is there democracy in the GDR, like in the USSR? Elections do take place, but there's no alternative, and there's only one candidate per seat, so what can you do? And you don't really trust their honesty. And it's always ninety-nine and a bit!"
  Charlotte agreed with this:
  - Yes, there was no democracy under Hitler, and there was none after Hitler.
  Magda noticed, shooting at the Chinese:
  - There was democracy before Hitler. Back then, there was a multi-party system, and the republic was more parliamentary than presidential. There were thirty-five parties before Hitler!
  Christina whistled:
  - Yes, there was democracy in ancient times. But now there's only one word: totalitarianism.
  And the girls continued firing machine guns at the Chinese soldiers.
  Gerda noted with a sweet look:
  - Democracy? Well, I don't know, there's more order under a dictatorship. But democracy is more chaos!
  And she fired a fiery stream. And it passed through the Chinese crowds. And they continued to press forward.
  Charlotte noted, frying the warriors of the Celestial Empire:
  - Order? Sometimes there's such order that you miss the mess!
  Christina logically noted:
  "Under Hitler, they really did dream of chaos. Really, such order would be awesome."
  Magda, firing at the Maoists, noted:
  "If the Chinese win, it will be worse than under Hitler! They don't even need us as slaves."
  Gerda agreed with this:
  - Yes! There were few Germans, and even then we were cruel, but we were a cultured and educated nation, so what can you expect from Asia?
  Charlotte giggled and noted, firing from her machine guns:
  "With such losses, even China, with its huge population, wouldn't be enough to reach Germany. And we'll still help!"
  And the girls worked with passion and strength. These are truly warriors of the highest order.
  Fighting raged in other areas as well. The Chinese, having reached the Amur River in Primorye, found themselves up against a water barrier. And there was a fairly strong defensive line there. It was much easier to hold behind a full-flowing river. The Soviet troops repelled the assault on Vladivostok. Even Pioneer detachments took part in the fighting. The weather warmed rapidly, and by April, blossoms were blooming.
  This is Siberia, a continental climate. Winters are cold, of course, but summers are hot, and springs are wild.
  Overall, it's great. And Vladivostok is located at a latitude south of Crimea. And you can swim there perfectly in the summer.
  The girls are holding the line there too. Here's Anna, the female captain at the fort, firing at the Chinese soldiers. And they're pushing back.
  They're attacking practically every day. And they keep coming. They're literally crawling over the corpses of the Celestial Empire's warriors. And it's truly terrifying.
  Moreover, the Chinese are storming Vladivostok along the entire front line. A terrible situation is emerging. And the fighting is so bloody.
  But the shelling is rather light. So far, the Chinese aren't very good with artillery. Moreover, some of their guns and mortars have been knocked out by aircraft. Soviet aircraft dominate the air. So far, China has nothing to counter this.
  What do they fire? At best, anti-aircraft guns from World War II. They have almost no surface-to-air missiles, and those that do exist are outdated Soviet ones. They are, however, trying to establish their own production in China.
  Anna fends off an attack, with Nicoletta by her side. The warriors are very beautiful. Despite the chill, they prefer to fight in bikinis and barefoot. And frankly, it's great, and helps them repel numerous Chinese attacks.
  Vladivostok is well defended. Fortunately, its forts were reinforced in time, and now it can hold its ground.
  Anna noted with a smile:
  "We're holding our ground well. But the enemy will try to wear us down."
  Nicoletta confirmed:
  - Yes, the enemy will try. But we will not give in to the adversary!
  And the girls threw their bare feet up in a furious greeting!
  And they launched boomerangs from them. They flew past and cut off the heads of the warriors of the Celestial Empire.
  And the war continues... The Chinese are attacking Vladivostok again. They're moving forward in dense columns. And they don't care about losses under any circumstances. And Mao isn't one to spare his soldiers.
  Anna noted:
  - This is all strange!
  Nicoletta noted:
  - Nothing strange! When there are too many people, they are not spared!
  Viola noted, another warrior girl and officer:
  - Why do people who have a lot of money, on the contrary, feel sorry for them and become so greedy?
  Anna laughed and replied:
  - Money goes to money! It's already an axiom!
  And the girls fired a howitzer at the concentration of Chinese infantry.
  The Celestial Empire's warriors really do have little armor. And it's outdated and slow. But they have so much infantry. Try to stop that.
  This is a truly huge problem. There are a lot of women among the fighters. They represent the fair sex, not like the stinking men. And it's so great to be with them.
  And now the machine guns are firing at the Chinese. Anna notes:
  - So many people have perished. But we will still win.
  Nicoletta agreed with a sigh:
  - Yes, we must win! This is our destiny, we can't live any other way!
  Viola chirped furiously:
  Victory awaits, victory awaits, victory awaits,
  Those who long to break the shackles!
  Victory awaits, victory awaits, victory awaits,
  We will be able to defeat China!
  This is how girls show off their biceps and muscles that can break a crowbar.
  Here are Adala and Agaga, new pilots who arrived from the European part of the USSR. They are wonderful fighters. Very active and wonderful girls. And they are abandoning their multirole aircraft.
  The nature of war is such that there are few aerial battles in the skies. And fighters are quickly converted into attack aircraft. And they pound ground targets with all their might.
  Adala fired fragmentation rockets from her belly at the Chinese soldiers and noted:
  - Quite a simple job!
  Agatha also fired a rocket at the group of Mao's warriors and noted with a smile:
  - But we need to choose targets so that each missile is used most rationally!
  And the girls burst into laughter. That's how active they are. And they act with strength of character.
  The girls were once practicing at a shooting range. One guy claimed to be a better shot than them. So, the two pilots had a bet and won a hundred out of a hundred. Then they forced the loser to kiss their round, bare heels. He fell prostrate and obediently, and even with some enthusiasm, kissed the girls' bare, slightly dusty soles. And it was great. He liked it too.
  Adala remarked with a sweet look, while slashing at the Chinese troops:
  - How wonderful it is to be a woman! It's so easy to fool men. They fall for you so easily.
  Agatha agreed:
  - Yes, they do. And that's the beauty of the world.
  And both girls dropped their last missiles on Mao's army and turned back to refuel. Now that was truly a momentous occasion. How warriors fight. You can't stand against such women.
  Overall, the Chinese were on the offensive, but the Soviet tank pincers were pounding the infantry with counterattacks. Tanks increasingly carried machine guns, and they were hastily redesigned.
  Within the USSR itself, some changes were being made. The workday was extended, and schoolchildren were required to do community service after school. Rations had not yet been introduced, although food shortages were likely to arise.
  The US was willing to sell weapons to China, but what if Mao paid them for free or under Lend-Lease? The dictatorial and communist regime of the great helmsman didn't want them either.
  Moreover, China is much worse than the USSR in terms of repression.
  That's why these bloody assaults were going on. And China even achieved some success.
  Ares and Alice, along with their barefoot team, took up a new line of defense. The situation was dire. The Chinese had managed to capture most of Mongolia and surrounded its capital. So the front had stretched out. And then tanks came into play to cut off the Maoists.
  And the child heroes, and at the same time, devils, repelled yet another attack on their positions. And they mowed down the advancing warriors of the Celestial Empire. And once again, both ultrasound and missiles were in action. So much rained down on Mao's troops.
  Ares fired at the Chinese hordes, launching missiles. They launched devil children and charges from catapults. The assault continued, wave after wave. And it was a very aggressive attack.
  Alice chirped:
  A smile will make everyone feel brighter,
  And to an elephant, and even to a small snail...
  So let it be everywhere on Earth,
  Like light bulbs, smiles meet!
  The young warriors have indeed dispersed. They have no time to rest. They have to fight constantly. That's the kind of combat situation it is.
  You don't even have time to play chess.
  Even during the Great Patriotic War there were lulls on the front lines. But here there are assaults and big ones every day.
  masses. All this is terribly exhausting.
  Ares noted with a sad look:
  "Yes, it's a good alternative-fighting communist China. It's hard to believe we've become bosom friends in the twenty-first century."
  Alice, launching the rockets, noted:
  There are many reasons. One is that both the Soviet leadership and Mao were very arrogant. Although, even during the Soviet era, attempts at rapprochement with China began. First under Andropov, then Chernenko. And then under Gorbachev. That's just the way it went.
  Boy Vova asked:
  - What are you talking about?
  Ares exclaimed:
  - This is our big secret - believe me or not!
  And the kids started firing at the enemy again. And they launched an ultrasound, which is so effective at firing at infantry. It's truly a cool thing.
  And again the hordes of Chinese troops turned into complete mush.
  Part of the USSR, especially Primorye, was occupied by the Chinese. This led to the emergence of partisan detachments.
  Although it is not so easy when you are dealing with such a large army.
  During the very first partisan raid, the Chinese carried out punitive raids, burning and killing everyone in sight, sparing neither women nor children.
  They tortured the pioneer Leshka. Although he was only a child of about twelve, they made no allowance for his age.
  They poured ice water on the naked boy, then boiling water, and then ice water again. They scalded the poor boy until he was covered in blisters.
  Yes, they didn't stand on ceremony with the partisans here. They behaved worse than the Nazis. As if to say, try expressing even the slightest dissatisfaction. You'll get what you deserve.
  Besides, why would the Chinese really need the local population? They'll take their own and settle them there. Although there's plenty of room for everyone in Siberia. So Mao doesn't spare them.
  The old dictator acts using fascist methods, considering them the most effective.
  Meanwhile, fierce fighting was raging at the front. Alma-Ata finally fell by mid-April. It wasn't particularly well-equipped for defense. And the Chinese weren't minding the cost. Thus, the first Soviet capital of a union republic was lost in this war. An unpleasant psychological and economic fact.
  And Bishkek, the capital of Kyrgyzstan, found itself surrounded. But there were mountains there, and it could still hold out for a while.
  Natasha and her team operated the Dragon machine guns, effectively mowing down the Chinese hordes.
  The work with machine guns was thorough.
  Natasha noted with a smile:
  - We take the enemy by the horns!
  Zoya objected:
  - Let's even trim his beard!
  Victoria giggled and noted, firing from a machine gun:
  - Yes, our haircut is super!
  And the Chinese soldiers really did pile up in heaps, or rather, in heaps.
  And Svetlana even managed to fire a lethal charge from a mortar. What a hit.
  And the Chinese scattered in all directions, like splashes of water from a falling stone.
  Mao wasn't happy about the idea of fighting the USSR, even if China had successes, even at the operational level.
  The Celestial Empire's soldiers are trying to make something homemade. Specifically, they're trying to make something like a Faust-like cartridge. Soviet tanks are a powerful force. And they're really annoying the Chinese.
  Here's Elena, for example, attacking in a T-64. Three girls are with her: Elizaveta, Ekaterina, and Evrosinya.
  The Soviet vehicle was very good for its time, with its active armor, fairly maneuverable, and a top-notch gun. Moreover, it's better to fire high-explosive rounds rather than armor-piercing ones.
  The girls are firing from the tank. Four additional machine guns have been attached to it. And they work brilliantly.
  Elena took it and sang:
  The thunder rages, the storm of war rumbles,
  You have escaped from the pit of hell...
  Satan cast you down to earth,
  To take revenge, the knight must return!
  Elizabeth fired from the machine guns and chirped:
  - Glory to the USSR!
  Ekaterina confirmed:
  - Glory to the Soviet heroes!
  Euphrosyne noted:
  - Yes, it"s a shame to kill the Chinese, it"s not their fault that they are being driven to the slaughter!
  And all four girls exclaimed in chorus:
  - USSR - hurray!
  And their tank kept moving. And it rained machine guns down on the enemy. And piled up mountains of corpses. And so many died because of it. And other Soviet tanks were in action, too. At that time, the best tank in the world was the T-64, and it was performing brilliantly. But the Chinese were still fighting the old-fashioned way.
  Well, they might also try to throw grenades. And sometimes they succeed.
  Elena recalled the times of Peter the Great. Back then, the Russian army introduced the bayonet-knife, which was attached to the gun barrel, and the first grenades.
  During Lenin's time and in the early 1930s, all tsars were unequivocally bad, and Peter the Great was no exception. But then, as Stalin's personality cult grew stronger, people began to say that not all tsars were bad. And Peter the Great was the first to emerge. Then, during the Great Patriotic War, heroes like Nakhimov, Suvorov, Ushakov, Kutuzov, and Ivan the Terrible emerged.
  Stalinist propaganda raised them. Although selectivity remained. For example, Peter Alexeevich was a good tsar, while his father, Alexei Mikhailovich, was not so much. But Alexei Mikhailovich annexed more than half of Ukraine, including Kyiv, the Smolensk region, and vast expanses of Siberia to Russia.
  Perhaps this was because under this tsar, the rebellion of Stenka Razin, who was considered an unambiguously positive hero in Soviet times, was suppressed. And so he was considered a reactionary. And Nicholas II considered Alexei Mikhailovich the best tsar. Indeed, in some ways he was superior to his famous son.
  In particular, Peter the Great commanded tobacco smoking. His father, Alexei Mikhailovich, on the contrary, banned tobacco, especially in the army. And because of tobacco, several times more people died prematurely worldwide over the centuries than during World War II.
  However, it seems Mao wants to outdo Hitler. And his troops just keep coming.
  The tactics of brutal assaults. And not without success; sometimes breakthroughs are achieved. Moreover, the Soviet command under Brezhnev still tries to preserve personnel and withdraw troops, not to the death, as under Stalin. Although, even under Joseph Vissarionovich, troops sometimes retreated and broke out of encirclement. And despite the order "not a step back," for example, during Meinstein's counterattack, Soviet troops were allowed to leave Kharkov and break out of encirclement. In other words, there are no rules without exceptions. And the Chinese are pushing on.
  Homemade airplanes have also appeared in the skies on the part of the Celestial Empire. And they fight with fury. Although primitive, they could cause some problems, especially if they can be produced in large quantities.
  This is also a problem that is looming.
  Mao demands success and victory. And the Chinese masses are once again mounting the assault. These are mostly men. Incidentally, more men are born in China than women. And they are advancing with colossal force.
  Anyuta and her team fight the avalanche. They also send gifts of annihilation at the enemy. The warriors are very brave, and act with both strength and cunning.
  For example, they used a wire charged with electricity. And how the Chinese soldiers screamed from the deadly electricity. Yes, it really is very cruel.
  But, let's say, it's effective. And it really does work. Well, and the girls.
  Although, it must be said, war is a cruel and dirty business. But it's also interesting. It's no wonder all computer games are connected to war in one way or another. Well, maybe except for quests.
  So Anyuta and Mirabella went and launched deadly fireballs at the Chinese troops.
  And how many fires have broken out because of this. And flesh burns like hell.
  And the girls are having fun.
  Anyuta noted:
  "In any other situation, I would sympathize. But now we're defending our homeland."
  Mirabella agreed with this:
  - Yes, exactly! And that's why we are ruthless!
  Maria added with a laugh:
  - And don't think that we're evil. That's just life!
  Olga noted with a sarcastic look, cutting down the Chinese with machine gun bursts:
  - Yes, it"s certainly a nightmare, but nothing can be done!
  The Komsomol girl Nadezhda agreed:
  - Yes, it looks weird. But we have no other choice.
  And the girls took and threw grenades at the enemy with their bare toes. And they tore the Chinese apart.
  And the battles raged on and on... And the waves rolled in. Against the Chinese stood the advanced technology of the USSR, which was still at the forefront of the world at the time.
  In particular, the Uragan system works quite well, covering large areas. And when used in large numbers, it can destroy large numbers of infantry and hold back enemy advances.
  Among the combat vehicles, there's also the Soviet T-10. This is a heavy tank weighing fifty tons. And it also prefers high-explosive and fragmentation shells.
  Now that's a real punch, just what you need. And this tank, or rather tanks, works against the Chinese masses.
  And it works pretty well. Just like self-propelled guns of all types. And when they do fire, it's incredibly lethal.
  Ares, Alice, and their crew of children are fighting off the infantry's attempts to bury them in corpses. It's getting warmer, and the corpses are starting to rot and stink, giving off a foul odor. Which is extremely unpleasant.
  Ares even sang:
  What a stench, what a stench,
  The score is in our favor: one hundred - zero!
  Alice replied with a sigh:
  - The tragedy of war!
  And the children launched their deadly missiles again. To enhance their explosive effect, they added something to the sawdust. And now they hit much harder and killed many more.
  Pioneer boy Sasha noted:
  - What a mess!
  Pioneer girl Lara squeaked:
  - There's more to come! There's more to come! There's more to come oh, oh, oh!
  The pioneer boy Petka noted:
  - It's okay, we'll still fight!
  And with his bare toes he tossed the package of explosives on wings. Now that's a lethal effect.
  And the children sang in chorus with enthusiasm:
  They earned immortal glory in battles,
  They crushed their enemies like they were eating chocolate...
  The warriors achieved many accomplishments,
  Let there be luck - a happy layout!
  And again, it's as if the enemy is hit with ultrasound. And the masses of infantry suddenly disintegrate and freeze. This is truly a colossal superpower. And the children act with an ineradicable and admirable force.
  Ares noted with a smile:
  - They often fight with numbers, but they win solely with skill!
  Alice added, launching another missile at the Chinese:
  - War is such an applied science that you just want to apply it with obscenities no matter the outcome!
  April 22 marked Vladimir Ilyich Lenin's ninety-ninth birthday.
  The boy and girl, eternal children, fought and repelled the furious onslaught of the Chinese horde.
  Ares snatched up a hyperblaster he had brought from the space worlds and fired it at the infantry soldiers of the Celestial Empire.
  Several hundred Chinese people were charred at once.
  The Terminator Boy roared:
  - The USSR cannot be bent!
  Alice tossed a pea with her bare toes, causing one of the Celestial Empire's tanks to flip over, and chirped:
  - For communism without stupid priestly tales!
  And she also pulled out a hyperblaster. And she started blasting the advancing Chinese with it. And she did it with great energy and force.
  The eternal children had a weapon capable of unleashing the energy of ten Hiroshima atomic bombs in a minute. They didn't even set it to maximum power, to avoid causing insurmountable environmental problems and burning anything unnecessary.
  But even so, the hyperblasters are hitting very hard. And they're literally burning out the Chinese crowds. A colossal amount of destruction is underway.
  And the bodies of Chinese soldiers crumble and burn, and metal weapons melt and even burn, evaporating.
  That's how a pair of devil children came to be. And with their bare toes, they throw lethally powerful peas containing tiny pieces of antimatter. And they tear apart the soldiers of the Celestial Empire.
  Another boy, Maksimka, is firing a machine gun with a girl, Svetka. The children brace their bare feet, their calloused soles, against the turf and aim the lethal weapon. And while it's no match for the hyperblaster, it also knocks out Chinese infantry.
  Mao had few tanks even at the beginning of the war, and those he had were outdated. And most of what he had were destroyed in the first days of fighting. So now it's infantry and brutal assaults, literally pelting the enemy with corpses. These are truly intense battles. And the loss ratio sometimes reaches 100 to 1 in favor of the USSR.
  Ares and Alice thinned out the yellow army considerably with their hyperbeams. But considering China's population, it's not fatal, let's say.
  And the children weren't going to solve all the USSR's problems for us either. Let others have their chance to achieve greatness, too.
  A new light anti-infantry tank was being tested. Two beautiful girls, Elena and Elizaveta, were lying down inside. They controlled the vehicle with a joystick and fired at the infantry with six machine guns and two aircraft cannons. This was a tank designed to destroy either manpower or lightly armored targets.
  Elena and Elizabeth were doing just that. And they were very successful at it.
  The girls were shooting and mowing down infantry. Of course, if they could, they probably would have compared it to computer games. Which is to say, it was incredibly cool.
  The warriors moved quickly in their vehicle. And the machine guns rotated on hinges. Now that was truly magnificent.
  And they sent bullets like a lead rain.
  Elena noted with a sigh:
  - You feel like a butcher!
  Elizabeth giggled and noted:
  - If only you could feel it, and that"s how it is!
  And the girl pressed the joystick button with her bare, round heel. And the machine guns crackled again. Bullets pierced the bodies of the Chinese soldiers, piercing their heads and the helmets of those who had them.
  Elena noted that their car's tracks were spraying blood.
  - How many people die because of other people's ambitions.
  Elizabeth agreed:
  - Yes, that's true! We're just defending our land, we don't need what belongs to others.
  And with the toes of her bare foot, she pressed the buttons underneath. And again, the machine guns and aircraft cannons fired with all their might. That's how the girls got to work.
  The Chinese tried throwing grenades at them. But the armor vibrated, and despite the roar, most of the death-gifts flew past, while others bounced off. And the speed of the half-self-propelled gun, half-tank kept increasing. Try hitting a target like that.
  Meanwhile, the girls elsewhere were launching shells from the Uragan system, which mercilessly battered the enemy. They were firing cluster munitions that hit infantry, which is quite effective.
  The girls are so fast, their bare, round heels flashing. And how they look in battle, moving and flexing their muscles in nothing but bikinis.
  These are real tornado girls.
  And the pioneers used a device designed by Ares. Specifically, a mass of bottles, which they used to construct a resonance device. They fired it up, and a deadly ultrasound emitted. And it hit the Chinese. And immediately, hundreds of them began to turn to mush. And the flesh of the Chinese soldiers began to corrode and char. And suddenly, something humiliating happened.
  The mass of Chinese soldiers was simply torn apart and burned. Or rather, the ultrasound destroyed the bonds between molecules, and the soldiers simply disintegrated.
  The boy Pavlik, who commanded this installation, so fair-haired, with a red tie, in shorts, with bare feet, roughened from the lack of shoes, sang:
  The Wehrmacht's back was broken in battle,
  Bonaparte froze all his ears...
  NATO was torn to pieces,
  And China is squeezed between the pines!
  The other boys and girls deployed the device, trying to cover as large an area as possible with the ultrasonic wave. The key here is to grind down the infantry.
  Elsewhere, children used thin copper wire and ran a high-voltage current through it. It lashed out at the Chinese hordes, causing them to spark and shudder. And the current here wasn't just any current, but a special kind that was more destructive to human flesh.
  So the Chinese were in a tough spot. They were literally being knocked out like bowling pins. Only by the hundreds. And without any extra accessories. Now that was a real showdown.
  The boy Seryozhka sang:
  My homeland, I love you,
  Ready to repel the onslaught of evil enemies...
  I can"t live a day without the USSR,
  The young man is ready to give his life for his dream!
  That's how children and beautiful girls fought. And the girls did everything they could. They fought bravely. Veronica and Victoria aimed a powerful five-barreled Lenin machine gun. And how they began firing at the Chinese infantry. Even shreds of torn flesh and rough fabrics flew into the sky. It was truly deadly, like annihilation being released.
  The destruction of infantry played a major role in this war.
  Veronica noted:
  - We've tackled China with great skill!
  Victoria noted:
  - Lenin is power!
  Indeed, the machine gun worked. But how many of these Chinese are there? And they're pushing forward-truly, showering their positions with corpses. Technology is being used against such troops.
  Here the Chinese are rushing through a minefield. They're blowing themselves up. But others are following them. And they're also blowing themselves up. And they're dying in huge numbers. This is the murderous impact that has resulted. And it's simply devastating.
  Oksana, a girl, threw a lethal grenade with needles:
  - For the USSR!
  And the other girls yelled:
  - For the USSR! Glory to the heroes!
  Olympida, a very powerful and beautiful woman, threw a barrel filled with powerful explosives with her bare, muscular legs. It flew into the thick of the Chinese soldiers. There, it exploded with colossal force. An entire battalion of Chinese soldiers flew upward and in all directions.
  It was as if a man-eating whale had released a fountain of crushed flesh. And off it went.
  Alyonushka's also firing. She's using a flamethrower, and Larisa's with her. And they're setting the Chinese horde on fire. Burning them with hellish flames. And it's clear the Chinese soldiers are in a lot of pain. And she's firing them with great enthusiasm.
  Both girls were well tanned. Their bodies were almost naked and very beautiful, with high breasts. Now that's what warriors are for. And when you look at a girl like that, your mind immediately starts leaking. Now that's the fair sex. And what could be more beautiful and appealing than a naked girl? It's classy and extremely quasaric.
  And what seductive and graceful legs those Komsomol members have. They're incredibly charming.
  Fighting continues in the Far East with great intensity and aggression.
  Soviet girls fight with great fury, strength and heroism.
  Natasha threw a grenade at the Chinese with her bare foot and sang:
  - In vain...
  Zoya launched the death gift with her bare heel and added:
  - The enemy...
  Augustine added something devastating and squeaked:
  - He thinks...
  Svetlana tossed the grenade with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - What...
  Natasha threw a couple of lemons with her bare feet and yelped:
  - Russians...
  Zoya also added something energetic and deadly, squealing:
  - I managed....
  Augustine launched the deadly one, muttering:
  - Enemy....
  Svetlana gave another devastating sip and blurted out:
  - Break it!
  Natasha fired a burst and squeaked:
  - Who...
  Zoya also fired at the black foreigners that the Chinese had recruited:
  - Brave!
  Augustine said with force and fury:
  - That...
  Svetlana gave in with a panther-like grin:
  - IN...
  Natasha threw a grenade with her bare foot and yelped:
  - I'm fighting...
  Zoya threw the gift of death with her bare fingers and muttered:
  - Attacking!
  Augustine hit:
  - Enemies...
  Svetlana kicked the bunch of grenades with her bare feet and yelled at the top of her lungs:
  - We will...
  Natasha fired a burst and hissed:
  - Furiously...
  Zoya cut off the Chinese and squealed:
  - Hit!
  Augustine fired again and yelped:
  - Furiously...
  Svetlana chirped while firing:
  - Hit!
  Natasha threw the grenade again with her graceful, bare foot and chirped:
  - We will destroy the Chinese!
  Zoya took it and chirped:
  - The future path to communism!
  And she threw a lemon with her bare toes.
  Augustina took and scattered the lines, and her bare legs flew with destruction at the warriors of the Celestial Empire:
  - We will split our opponents!
  Svetlana took the bundle of grenades and tossed it with her bare heel and squealed:
  - Let's destroy Mao's horde!
  And the four continued shooting and throwing grenades. An American FE-75, sold to the Chinese, was moving. It had a 128-millimeter cannon. And it was firing.
  And the girls threw grenades. They blew up the Chinese. And they fired back. They pushed forward. The tanks were advancing again. A brand-new German Leopard 1, also sold to the Chinese for gold from Germany, was moving. A very agile machine.
  But the girls took him on too and knocked him out. They tore apart the mobile, gas-turbine-powered vehicle. And blew it to pieces.
  Natasha noted with a laugh:
  - We fight great!
  Zoya agreed with this:
  - Very cool!
  Augustine wittily remarked:
  - We will have victory!
  And she launched an anti-tank grenade with her bare foot. What a strong girl. And so witty.
  Svetlana also launched a death gift with her bare toes and hit her opponent. A very aggressive girl with cornflower-blue eyes. She has such wit and a dash of strength!
  Natasha fired a burst and bared her teeth:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Zoya was shooting very actively and grinning, showing her pearly teeth:
  - I am a warrior of that level that never fades!
  Augustina fired too. She mowed down the Chinese and gurgled:
  - I am a warrior with great ambitions!
  And she bared her pearly teeth.
  Svetlana confirmed:
  - Very big ambitions!
  Natasha threw a lemon with her bare foot and sang:
  - From the sky...
  Zoya also threw a grenade with her bare toes and said:
  - Star...
  Augustina launched the gift of death with her bare foot and sang:
  - Bright...
  Svetlana also threw a grenade, using her bare foot, and said:
  - Khrustalina!
  Natasha fired a burst and hissed:
  - I'll tell you...
  Zoya launched the gift of death with her bare fingers, hissing:
  - A song....
  Augustine kicked the thing that brings death with her bare heel and squealed:
  - I'll sing...
  Natasha continued, singing aggressively:
  - About...
  Zoya kicked an explosive packet, scattering the enemies, and squealed:
  - Dear...
  Augustina kicked a bunch of grenades with her bare heel and said:
  - Stalin!
  Natasha noted:
  - Stalin died, now Brezhnev is in power.
  The red-haired devil noted:
  - Stalin died, but his work lives on!
  Children demonstrate tremendous courage in fighting Mao's troops.
  And they show themselves to be brave.
  And the song sounds again;
  We are the pioneers, the children of communism,
  Fire, tent and copper forge...
  We will crush the onslaught of Maoism, jokingly,
  Which awaits a furious defeat!
  And the girl with the red tie throws an explosive packet with her bare toes, tearing the Chinese apart.
  After which he will sing:
  - Glory to the era of communism!
  We will stop the onslaught of fascism!
  And the boy who burned his bare heel will also start to cry:
  - For the greatness of the planet of communism!
  Children are very courageous fighters. Even though sometimes they face such brutal torture.
  However, even small children fought against the Chinese. Boys and girls threw homemade explosive devices at Chinese tanks, self-propelled guns, and infantry.
  Some used small catapults and large slingshots, which proved quite effective.
  Children are generally such a cheerful people and prone to heroism. - Although their bare feet are red from the cold, like goose feet. But their will is unwavering.
  The pioneers fought with great courage. They knew what being captured by the Chinese meant.
  A girl named Marinka, for example, fell into the clutches of the Chinese. Her bare feet were oiled and placed near a brazier. The flames almost licked her bare heels, calloused from long periods of walking barefoot. The torture continued for about fifteen minutes, until her soles were covered in blisters. Then the girl's bare feet were untied. And again they asked questions. They beat her bare skin with rubber hoses.
  Then they would apply electric shock... Marinka was tortured until she lost consciousness ten times during the interrogation. Then they would let her rest. When her bare feet had healed a little, they would oil them again and bring the brazier back. This torture could be repeated many times. They would torture her with electric shocks and whip her with rubber hoses.
  They tortured Marinka for a very long time. Until she went blind and gray from the torture. After which they buried her alive. They didn't even waste a bullet.
  Mao's soldiers whipped the pioneer Vasya on his naked body with hot wire.
  Then they seared his bare heels with red-hot strips of iron. The boy couldn't take it anymore; he screamed, but still didn't give up his comrades.
  The Chinese dissolved him alive in hydrochloric acid. And that's excruciatingly painful.
  Mao's soldiers were such monsters... They tortured a Komsomol member with an iron. Then they hung her on the rack, lifted her up, and threw her down. Then they started burning her with a red-hot crowbar. They tore out her breasts with pincers. Then they literally tore off her nose with red-hot pliers.
  The girl was tortured to death... All her fingers and toes were broken. Another Komsomol member, Anna, was impaled. And as she lay dying, they burned her with torches.
  In short, the Chinese tortured us as much as they could and wanted. They tortured and tormented everyone.
  Natasha and her team were still fighting while surrounded. The girls used their graceful bare feet to fight and threw grenades. They fought off the superior Chinese forces. They held their ground with great courage and showed no signs of retreating.
  Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova are trying to hold off the Chinese in the skies; the Americans sold them a lot of planes, and it's become very difficult for the USSR. The girls are wearing bikinis and barefoot. And both are very beautiful and quite feisty.
  Anastasia fights and maneuvers. Her fighter performs a loop-the-loop and hits the American Trump-Wolf. And she does it on her bare toes.
  The girl doesn't forget to cry:
  - I'm a super class fighter!
  Akulina also shoots at the enemy. And she does it accurately. And she also uses her bare toes.
  And roars at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to communism!
  Vladivostok is already on the brink of collapse, and it is becoming more and more dramatic.
  And the enemies are raging and resorting to torture. Chinese pioneer girls are especially fond of torturing.
  So Baojei and Jiao undressed a boy of about thirteen. They began tickling the young pioneer. Seryozhka laughed and purred. Then Baojei brought a lighter to the boy's bare, round heel. The flame licked the young pioneer's slightly roughened sole. He cried out in pain. Blisters appeared.
  The Chinese girls giggled:
  - It will be great!
  And they began to whip the boy. He moaned and began to scream. This became especially true when the girls began to hold torches filled with flame to his bare feet. Then they applied a red-hot iron to the pioneer's bare chest, and the boy lost consciousness.
  Yes, Chinese warrior women are top-notch. Torturing a boy is a regular occurrence for them.
  The torture, however, didn't just affect boys, but also Komsomol members. Girls were stripped and led to the rack. There, they were hoisted, forced to arch, and literally writhe in pain. A brazier was lit under the girls' bare feet, threatening to char their soles.
  How the Komsomol girls screamed in savage pain... How cruel it all was. And the Chinese inhaled the smell of scorched flesh and laughed, slapping each other's thighs and yelling:
  - Glory to the great Mao! We'll wipe them all out!
  And again, torture and torment. The torment of the Pioneers is especially interesting. The boys are beaten to death, and then salt is sprinkled on their wounds and they are forced to groan. Yes, it is extremely unpleasant.
  And when they also use a hot wire, it becomes much more painful.
  And children fight. And pioneers go into battle. They meet the enemy with Molotov cocktails and gunshots.
  Boys and girls, emaciated and scratched, as always in battle. And they fight bravely and with utter desperation.
  How many of their children die and are left torn apart.
  One thing unites them: faith in the triumph of communism. It's understandable that not everyone has shoes during the war, so in solidarity, all the children show off their bare, round heels. Spring in Siberia is quite mild, and when you're moving and shoveling, the cold isn't so terrible.
  The children work with enthusiasm and sing:
  Rise up like bonfires, blue nights,
  We are pioneers, children of workers...
  The era of bright years is approaching,
  The cry of the pioneers: - Always be prepared!
  The cry of the pioneers: - Always be prepared!
  And then the alarm sounds again. Boys and girls jump to the bottom of the trench. And above, shells are already exploding, enemy artillery is firing.
  Pashka asked Masha:
  - Well, do you think we can resist?
  The girl answered confidently:
  - Let us stand firm at least once, in the most difficult hour!
  Pioneer Sashka logically noted:
  - Our heroism is unshakable.
  The boy tapped his bare sole on the stones. Apparently, he had developed some serious calluses.
  The girl Tamara noticed:
  - We will fight without fear,
  We will fight, not a step back...
  Let the shirt be thickly soaked with blood -
  Turn more enemies into hell for the knight!
  Ruslan, a young pioneer with black hair, noted:
  - Centuries will pass, an era will come,
  In which there will be no suffering and lies...
  Fight for this until your last breath -
  Serve your Motherland with all your heart!
  The boy Oleg, thin and fair-haired, chirped out a poem:
  No, the keen eye will not fade,
  A falcon's, an eagle's gaze...
  The people's voice is ringing -
  The whisper will crush the snake!
  
  Stalin lives in my heart,
  So that we do not know sorrow,
  The door to space was opened,
  The stars were sparkling above us!
  
  I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  There will be an end to Maoism,
  And the sun will shine,
  Lighting the way for communism!
  The boys and girls applauded heartily. Here were young fighters fighting in a world that really is Hell, but an interesting Hell. It was both cool and scary.
  Ares and Alice used another weapon against Mao's soldiers: half-dimensional reflectors.
  And thousands of Chinese soldiers were simply crushed and crushed. Tanks and American aircraft purchased by China were also destroyed.
  There was a fierce and persistent battle for happiness and prosperity, and perhaps even survival.
  Pashka and Sashka raised the slingshot and launched the gift of death. And the barrel struck a Nazi stormtrooper.
  The girl Natasha sang:
  - Komsomol is not just an age,
  Komsomol is my destiny!
  I believe we will conquer space,
  Let's live forever!
  Ahmed, a young pioneer from Azerbaijan, answered with a smile:
  - You're not a Komsomol member yet, Natasha.
  The girl stamped her bare foot angrily and answered in a singsong voice;
  Next to the fathers, with a cheerful song,
  We stand for the Komsomol...
  The era of bright years is approaching,
  The cry of the pioneers: - Always be prepared!
  The cry of the pioneers: - Always be prepared!
  Oleg also stamped his bare, childish foot and roared:
  Squeeze the hammer harder, proletarian,
  Crushing the yoke with a hand made of titanium...
  We will sing a thousand arias to our Motherland,
  Let's bring light to our descendants, goodness!
  The children are ready for a fight. Here they are, pushing packages of homemade explosives under the Chinese tanks' treads on a wire. The explosives detonate and destroy the rollers of Mao's army tanks.
  And it looks menacing.
  Sashka squeaks:
  - Glory to communism!
  The boy Pashka shoots a slingshot together with Oleg and squeals:
  - Glory to the pioneers!
  A boy named Ruslan and a girl named Sufi drag a mine under a tank with a wire and shout:
  - Glory to the USSR!
  Children from Azerbaijan and Russian boys are fighting. Tanned, skinny, barefoot pioneers against a colossal armada of tanks.
  The girl Tamara stamps her graceful, small, bare foot and says:
  - Glory to Russia, glory!
  Pioneer Akhmet confirms, firing at the enemy:
  - We are a happy family together!
  Ramzan, a red-haired Azerbaijani boy, confirms, stopping the car:
  - In the word we are a hundred thousand I's!
  CHAPTER No 18.
  What's it like to become a vampire? It's hardly a joy, especially when you're already ageless. Yuri couldn't even go outside on a sunny day anymore-his skin would literally burn. Only if the sky was thickly overcast, or at night, was it still possible. True, in Moscow, even in summer, sunny days aren't always there. However, partly cloudy skies aren't a good idea either. Only when it's heavily overcast and raining. Well, admittedly, you could still put on a suit and some heavy sunglasses. But either way, it's a miserable life.
  Yurka turned very pale in just a couple of days. He became something of an outcast. People were already looking at him suspiciously, but now they were even more suspicious, and his friends shied away, thinking he'd bite. Furthermore, Yuri began to suffer from a terrible thirst, and he stopped eating human food.
  But there's still a way to solve the blood problem. Go to a slaughterhouse and drink a glass of pork, for example. That's not bad either. As for the rest,
  True, Yuri Petukhov had become even stronger physically. And he moved faster. People were afraid to bully him-it was dangerous. But they still looked askance. And how could he be the son of the most powerful Archangel, and yet still a vampire?
  It's not just the sun that's the problem here. It's also the holy water, and you can't touch silver. And you can't touch the crucifix either. It's terrible.
  Yuri knelt and prayed. He looked like a pale teenager no older than sixteen, and he couldn't hold back his tears. Before him was an icon of the Virgin Mary and the infant Jesus. They were practically his only hope.
  But the Almighty and other higher powers were in no hurry to help. And there was reason to despair.
  Margarita and Gella, their bare, graceful, tanned feet slapping, walked through the door without opening it. The fact that the apartment was consecrated didn't faze them-they were witches of the highest order. Besides, Yuri, having become a vampire, was already half-belonging to Hell. Both girls-the golden-haired one and the fiery redhead-were very muscular and beautiful. But their beauty was satanic. And quite striking, at that.
  Margarita approached Yuri, stepping silently on her bare, rubber-like soles, and placed her hands on the young man"s shoulders, who was naked to the waist.
  The eternal youth shuddered:
  - Is it you?
  Margarita answered with a pearly smile:
  - Yes, it's me, your angel!
  Yuri clarified:
  - Fallen angel.
  Gella objected:
  - Or maybe, on the contrary, rising above prejudices!
  Margarita nodded:
  - Exactly! Perhaps true freedom lies precisely in sin.
  The young man replied with a sigh:
  - Unlimited freedom and permissiveness can destroy the universe!
  Gella giggled and noted:
  - What's the point of living without a choice? But we do have a choice.
  Margarita added:
  - And you too. You can become the happiest in the universe, or the most miserable.
  Yuri asked:
  - Are you happy?
  Satan's daughter replied:
  - Address me informally. We have one heart.
  The young man objected:
  - No! My heart belongs to God, and yours belongs to Satan!
  Gella grinned and replied:
  - You are mistaken, boy, we are free in this regard!
  Margarita nodded and sang:
  Freedom lives in my heart,
  So that we do not know sorrow...
  The door to the stars was opened,
  We saw space from a distance!
  Yuri exclaimed:
  - Bravo! You are as witty, funny, and logical as always!
  Both devil girls placed their hands on the young man's bare shoulders and began to caress him tenderly. Yuri's skin was smooth, glossy, hairless, clear, though pale, and pleasant to the touch. Compared to him, the girls seemed almost black, with their infernal tans.
  The eternal youth enjoyed being touched by girls, even she-devils. And he felt a growing arousal from these gentle and caressing hands.
  Although it was a sin. But a male is always a male! And he, of course, wants a girl's affection. And love, and the more females, the better.
  Gella even sang:
  There is no such thing as fake love,
  The stars in the sky shine like rubies...
  Break the shackles of shame,
  May your feelings be deep and strong!
  And she began to stroke Yuri even more vigorously. And then Margarita slipped her hand into his swimming trunks and grabbed him tightly.
  The young man came to his senses and muttered:
  - This is a sin! Take it away, slut!
  Margarita whispered:
  - Do you want to not be afraid of the sun again?
  Yuri answered sincerely:
  - Of course I want to!
  Gella cooed:
  - You'll have to go to Hell with us. And believe me, it's funny.
  The young man said in confusion:
  - Go to Hell alive?
  Margarita giggled and remarked:
  - I'm alive too. And Hell is good and fun!
  Gella confirmed:
  - Yes, you'll have a whole harem there. And it's better there than in Paradise.
  Then Yuri blurted out:
  - I don't need a harem. I only need you, Margarita!
  The devil girl, her hair the color of gold leaf, cooed:
  - Come with me to the underworld. We'll be fine there.
  Gella added:
  - Even quasaric! And hyperquasaric!
  Yuri smiled and sang:
  Having painted my lips with shoe polish,
  I'm going out to the promenade...
  And the stars shine beautifully on me,
  And hell is nice!
  And Archangel Michael's son laughed mirthlessly. He truly wasn't in the mood for laughter. Where was he going? To the Underworld-Universe.
  The devil girls grabbed his hands and noticed:
  - Right now, to Hell. And it will be great.
  Yuri noted:
  - Not a very encouraging prospect. Anyone who ends up in Hell is lost.
  Margarita shouted:
  - That's not true! We have even more fun here than on Earth!
  Gella said with a smile:
  - It's good here in Hell. Don't curse fate.
  The young man crossed himself and answered:
  - My choice is clear - I agree to everything.
  The girls took Yuri's hand, Margarita's by the right, and Gella's by the left. Then the girls stepped barefoot. The young man wore sneakers. A fiery hole appeared in the floor, and the entire triumvirate stepped into it. The girls' bare heels flashed.
  And they flew through the interdimensional tunnel. It felt like you were floating on water.
  Yuri noted:
  - This is how souls fly along the tunnel until they find themselves on a bright meadow.
  Gella confirmed with a smile:
  "That's exactly how souls end up in Hell. I was executed, for several serious crimes, and was resurrected by Messire, with the opportunity to be not only in the Underworld-Universe-other sinners take advantage of this-but also on Earth."
  Margarita asked with a smile:
  - And have you seen the unfallen worlds of the kingdom of heaven?
  Yuri answered confidently:
  - I saw it! My mother is from the Unfallen World - eternally young and beautiful. And on Earth, I was raised as an orphan. They even called me the Star Boy.
  Gella asked:
  - So, how are things there?
  The young man answered with a smile:
  - It's probably boring for you. A perfect world where everyone is young and beautiful. A world where there are no cavities, colds, or any other illnesses. A world where rain, if it falls, passes people by. Or on people, if that's what they want. A world full of fruits and vegetables, many of which have no analogues on Earth, and they are enormous. And usually always ripe and sweet.
  Margarita asked:
  - Is there livestock farming?
  Yuri nodded vigorously:
  - Yes, of course there is. But they mainly produce different types of milk, and some animals are milked directly with ice cream, or butter, or kefir, or yogurt. Or various cocktails. And candies, buns, cakes, chocolates, and so on grow right on the trees.
  Gella chirped:
  Multi-pulti is a wonderful country,
  How much joy she gives...
  You can see something like this in her,
  What can't be said in a fairy tale,
  It's impossible to describe with a pen!
  Margarita clarified:
  - Is there meat there?
  Yuri shook his head:
  - No! Animals aren't killed for meat, nor are fish. But meat substitutes are made from plant-based and dairy products, and they're delicious. You can try vegetarian hare or milk-fed duck, and believe me, it's delicious!
  Gella asked with a smile:
  - Are there computers, smartphones, tablets, iPhones there?
  Yuri answered with a sigh:
  - Unfortunately, no! But there are good books, including some with magical pictures that move and talk. You open one of these books, and you can watch a beautiful, heartwarming cartoon or movie.
  Margarita smiled:
  - Are there any films with torture, lots of blood and sex?
  The young man shook his head:
  - No! All the films and cartoons there are no bigger than six plus, if that's something more understandable for modern people.
  Gella noted:
  - It's a bit boring! There are no tanks there, are there?
  Yuri nodded with a smile:
  - Yes, there are no tanks or planes like on Earth. But you can fly with the help of angels or magical things; some of the most advanced inhabitants of the unfallen worlds fly, like angels, with the power of thought. People there live a happy life. There is no crime, disease, or hunger. The wine is sweet, it doesn't give you a headache or cloud your mind. There is no tobacco at all. Everything is clean. And even dust doesn't stain. You can run barefoot and not wash your heels; they are clean, as if you just showered. Everyone looks young, even those who are many thousands of years old. And beards don't grow like angels, and you don't have to shave.
  Margarita noted:
  - It's an acquired taste. Some women don't like the smooth, clean faces of teenagers.
  Yuri answered with a sigh:
  - Not everyone likes me either. Some women laugh at me - what a juvenile!
  Gella noted:
  - In short, no wars, no violence, no sex...
  Yuri objected:
  - Why is there no sex? I wasn't born in a test tube. But everything is decent, no obscenity or perversion.
  Margarita noted:
  - Well, if there is sex, then not everything is so bad.
  Ahead of them, a vast multitude of stars of the Hell-Universe appeared. They sparkled brightly and came in a variety of shapes. And the planets sparkled in a gamut of colors. And it seemed as if diamonds, rubies, sapphires, topazes, emeralds, and agates were scattered across the black velvet. And how beautiful it was.
  Yuri noted:
  - And from the outside, Hell isn't scary at all.
  Gella giggled and noted:
  - Beneath the angelic appearance lies a hellish spirit!
  Margarita said with a sweet look:
  - We're landing on planet Dynamite. Things will be interesting there.
  Yurka chuckled and noted:
  - Dynamite? That's a great name. What's in there?
  Gella replied:
  - There's a war there. And it's no joke.
  Margarita confirmed:
  - That's exactly it, war. It's so, let's say, cool.
  Yuri noted:
  - These are the consequences of sin. What happens when you disconnect from God!
  Gella giggled and replied:
  - But you try to fight for yourself and see for yourself that the dark side of the force, although not stronger than the light side, is fraught with far more temptations.
  Margarita sang:
  If you want to be rich,
  If you want to be happy...
  Stay with us, boy,
  You will be our king,
  Not bitten by zero!
  And she clicked her bare toes as she landed on the planet.
  Yuri felt something flashing and swirling around him.
  The young man felt as if he were standing before a column of enormous, yet horribly ugly, tanks. Each vehicle was repulsive in its own way, its gray armor seemingly covered in festering sores and warts. Their barrels were crooked and tipped with the heads of cobras. The tanks stood motionless, an ominous silence that then gave way to the rustling of rats...
  Yuri feels helpless, a small boy without a weapon, unable even to run. The mechanical monsters groan as they unfold their hideous, monstrously lopsided turrets. The gun barrels lengthen, aiming at the Archangel's son. The cobras' terrifying jaws are open, venom dripping from their sharp, ram-curved fangs. The young man smells their foul, suffocating breath, like a hangman's rope!
  The sharp teeth are already touching Yuri's cheeks and lips. The pain is terrifying, incomparable; he wants to run, hide from it, protect himself, but his body feels paralyzed. And horror, bottomless, hellish horror fills his entire consciousness, his entire body literally burning to ashes...
  Suddenly, the most monstrous tank, its hull resembling a hybrid of a piranha's head and an encephalitis tick, its muzzle covered not only in ulcers and slime but also in writhing worms, suddenly bursts into flames... and disintegrates into iridescent, soapy bubbles. They look as if a skilled craftsman had blown them from rock crystal, and they seem to sparkle in the light of a dozen multicolored luminaries.
  Such is the contrast between the hideous and the beautiful. New arrows fly like comets, leaving behind rainbow-colored tails. It looks incredibly beautiful, especially when it hits a massive tank. It's like a fiery flower blooming, and then, like wonderful children's toys, they flutter through the air.
  Yuri looks around to see who is shooting.
  Three beautiful girls are visible. Tanned, wearing short skirts that reveal bare, muscular yet graceful, gymnast-like legs. The girls are armed with bows. Their hair is light and brightly shimmering. Their stomachs and strong arms are also bare, only their breasts are barely covered by scraps of fabric. They resemble elves from cartoons. Only their faces are surprisingly familiar: the first is golden-haired Margarita, the second is fiery redhead Gella, and the third... Yuri doesn't know the third, but she is very beautiful, and judging by everything, she has a Slavic face with a touch of Aryan features.
  When the girls drew back their bowstrings, their biceps tensed, turning into elastic balls. Then one of the arrows fell from the quiver. Margarita caught it with the graceful toes of her bare feet and tossed it so deftly that it landed right on the bowstring. The girl, grinning, sang:
  War is a recognition of fate,
  Cruel with the beauty of Gehenna!
  Oh, the cold ice shine of the Moon,
  Like a pantomime of a hellish scene!
  The impressionable Yuri was amazed at how beautiful these warriors were, how graceful their movements were, as if the statues of ancient goddesses had come to life and started dancing.
  The girls really don"t stand still, but bend their legs, roll from toe to heel and vice versa...
  The monster tanks try to fight back. They spew fire, but the flames quickly die out, emitting a bluish smoke. The girls whistle, and then a third, unfamiliar girl beckons a small eagle with a lion's head to her. It perches on her bare shoulder. The warrior sings:
  Soars proudly above the planet,
  Russian, double-headed eagle!
  Praised in the songs of the people,
  He has regained his greatness!
  The lion-headed eagle soared upward in response, and tulip and aster petals erupted from its mouth. Yuri smelled the suffocating yet captivating scent of thousands of flowers from across the continents of the vast world. It was good, pleasant, but also too much.
  Apparently, the monster tanks were of the same opinion, as they fled en masse. It's even surprising that they managed to turn around so quickly. It was as if they had been stripped of their inertial mass.
  The vampire Gella cried out loudly:
  - There were tanks from hell, but they went to the banks!
  Margarita added even louder:
  - What pain, what pain: Russia, war with the underworld: one hundred - zero!
  The tanks, escaping, lost their tracks, disintegrating and writhing, quickly crumbling into golden sand. Suddenly, as if by magic, the female warriors also acquired crossbows. The beauties wielded them in their own unique way, securing the system itself and using their bare, perfectly shaped feet, with their amazingly nimble and flexible toes, to load them.
  Yuri admired their military labor, his eyes greedily catching their every movement. His gaze betrayed passion and arousal from militaristic eroticism.
  The last tanks of the girls were "bubbling", already dropping arrows with the intensity of a "Hurricane" rocket launcher.
  The last mechanical monster burst forth like a wave of bubbles. They floated through the air, swaying like buoys.
  The impressionable Yuri exclaimed:
  - Victory! Our tanks are not afraid of mud! We will fight the fascist horde!
  Suddenly, everything became silent, the landscape changed as quickly as if a film had been changed. Now the young man found himself in a trench, quite deep and dry. The fortification system was built in a peculiar way, in the form of triangular protrusions, their tips pointing west. Girls were bustling about in the trenches. Tanned, shapely, almost naked in short skirts. They smelled of a mixture of expensive perfume and wheat fields. The prince grabbed the nearest girl by the leg. She purred with pleasure as Yurka ran his finger along the girl's pink, slightly dusty foot. Then the prince's hand caressed her ankles, feeling the smooth, elastic skin, like polished paper. Another girl began to stroke the prince's neck, massaging it, her nails pricking the most sensitive spots. Yuri feels his arousal growing, and the girl whose leg he'd just been holding turns toward him. She jumps, and at that moment her bikini slips off, revealing breasts as golden as melons, with nipples as large as ripe strawberries. The prince kisses them hungrily, overwhelmed by ecstasy. How sweet a girl's nipples are, especially when you circle them with your tongue clockwise...
  Alas, happiness is so short-lived, both in real life and in glamorous dreams. The command sounds:
  - The attack begins! Everyone, form up in battle formation!
  Two love-hungry girls push the young man aside and immediately take their places in the trenches. You'd think they were dominoes, the way they move so harmoniously. Their bare heels flicker like butterfly wings.
  The girls are armed with a variety of weapons: bows, crossbows, bulky submachine guns, compact, folding, state-of-the-art assault rifles, and several Maxim automatic rifles, so popular during the Civil War. Oddly enough, Yuri has a clear view of the entire battalion of girls. The warriors are diverse: blondes, brunettes, brown-haired, redheads, and even half a dozen black women (even in the Netherworld, one must maintain political correctness). What they have in common is beauty and erotic appeal.
  The girls were fidgeting, shuffling their feet. A multicolored butterfly settled on the golden-haired warrior's heel. The girl, holding a bulky submachine gun, giggled at the touch of the insect's furry legs. The prince noticed the grass around the trenches. The stems were six- or octagonal, and the flowers were also wonderful, like the heads of little angels. It looked very beautiful, but the melodic trill of war no longer sounded so much like it.
  Yuri suddenly felt a pair of binoculars in his right hand. They were so large, they reminded him of the ones Grandpa Schwartz had in the film "Command." He could examine the enemy like in... The Prince of Light felt his brain strain and decided to simply watch.
  Tanks slowly crawl across the field. They are ordinary vehicles, typical of the Wehrmacht's armored personnel carriers of 1941. The most common German tank of the first year of the war, the T-3, with its 50-millimeter gun, and the T-4, with its short-barreled 75-millimeter gun. The tanks are a bit tall, their turrets are almost square, and they are unimpressive.
  But some of the girls got their hands on... Electric guitars, they pulled them right out of the grass, like a woodpecker from a beetle"s bark.
  Yuri muttered in bewilderment:
  - How will they fight off tanks?
  "What? Guitars!" Margarita said playfully, suddenly appearing behind the Prince of Light. The girl hugged the young man tightly, clearly threatening to strangle him. "And I need energy to recharge my magic blaster!" The warrior gave him a very sweet, fox-like wink.
  After which she greedily kissed the young angel on the lips. Yuri's head spun, the golden-haired girl's kiss was so much sweeter than honey.
  And so many girls around... They are beautiful. The warrior, with light-brown hair, a muscular, tanned body, and pleasant Slavic features, exclaimed:
  "In my past life, I was Komsomol member Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya. And I still am in this one. It's just a shame they won't let me take Hitler's head off!"
  And the girl threw a lethal pea of annihilation with her bare toes. It exploded, overturning a tank that looked so much like a German one from 1941. True, the infantry wasn't German, but orcs. And they were quite hairy and feral creatures.
  A richly wound pistol-a magic blaster-appeared in Yuri's hands. The young man felt the handle fit comfortably in his palm.
  Margarita suggested:
  - When you press the magic blaster button, imagine something pleasant, or what you want to turn the enemy tank into.
  The Archangel's son nodded:
  - I understand - hellish technologies!
  And he smoothly pressed the button. An orange stream shot out of the barrel and struck a medium-sized tank. It glowed yellow. And suddenly, it turned into a large cake with delicious candied fruit. What's more, it was covered with multicolored buds of lilies of the valley, forget-me-nots, roses, asters, peonies, and tulips. A magnificent sight, so to speak.
  And the orcs, hit by the orange beam, turned into candies, chocolate bars, marmalade and lollipops!
  Zoya, a former Komsomol member, exclaimed:
  - That's great! You must be a cool demon?
  Margarita, who was firing her magic blaster, giggled and replied:
  - He is my love, and that says it all!
  Yuri continued pressing the buttons. He was captivated by the process. It was truly quite exciting. You were transforming something scary and ugly into something delicious and useful.
  And he was indeed happy. He thought that in the unfallen worlds there are no wars, and therefore no entertainment.
  Now, yet another tank is being transformed into something. In this case, instead of a car, a golden ice cream glass appeared-a multicolored one, at that, strewn with large chunks of chocolate and jelly beans.
  Zoya exclaimed with delight:
  - This is awesome!
  Gella remarked with a sweet look:
  - Everything beautiful is beautiful!
  The other girls in the battalion also pounded both the orcs and their tanks. They used both magic blasters and magic wands. It was quite a fun sight. Various transformations took place. What the girls had in common was that they were almost naked, or in bikinis, or even with their breasts exposed, their red nipples shining, and wearing thin panties.
  And their abs are so slab-like, they're like chocolate bars. How magnificent and aesthetically pleasing, and their skin gleams like polished bronze.
  And the girls throw crystals of transformation with their bare toes, into something magnificent. And once again, candies, lollipops, cakes, and chocolates appear where the ugly bears were. This is truly amazing. How beautiful the girls are here. And their hips are magnificent. And they obviously love sex.
  The transformations happen very quickly. And where there was an army of orcs and tanks, there are now glasses of ice cream, cakes, pastries, candies, chocolates, lollipops, jelly beans, and so on.
  And even honey gingerbread with sugar icing and much more.
  And a whole crowd of children came running out. Some of them were children who had ended up in hell, either unbaptized or already corrupted, perhaps misbehaving. And some were adults, either willingly or under duress, given children's bodies.
  But now they were cheerful and enjoying the treat. Their little bare feet, boys and girls, flashed. And it was a kind of performance of Hell. And the girls' bare heels flashed too; the beauties also wanted a little refreshment. The girls looked very seductive - top class.
  And letting them lick the ice cream with their tongues. And it was very beautiful. And the children also ate the delicacies with gusto.
  Yuri noted with a sigh:
  - Yes, this war is beautiful and funny. But not all wars are like that!
  Margarita agreed:
  - Yes, not all, but life in Hell is fun and funny.
  Gella nodded in agreement:
  - It"s cool here!
  Both devil girls began caressing the angel-boy, and they did so with great vigor. They threw off the rest of their clothes and then tore them off Yuri. Afterwards, the three tanned, strong, muscular bodies tangled into a ball. Loud, voluptuous moans of the beauties could be heard as they passionately made love.
  And in Hell there really is more than enough entertainment.
  Here was Elfiada, Margaret's daughter, whose body had slightly changed, becoming a more mature, very beautiful girl. And her own extraordinary entertainment awaited her in another part of Hell.
  The first to enter the arena were a trio. Two men and one woman. They were seasoned gladiators, who had fought in many battles, both together and separately. They, including the young woman, were bare-chested; judging by the scars on their muscled bodies, they had been through fire, water, and copper pipes. They held swords and tridents, and the large woman also carried an axe.
  Their opponent was the last to emerge, a massive Melosaurus, larger and taller than a mammoth, and no stranger to the game. It was covered in bony armor, had rather long, clawed arms, and a mouth that would make a crocodile envious. Melosaurus was a transitional type between herbivore and predator. It was already accustomed to devouring human flesh, usually errant slaves. So it had no conscience, nor any respect for humans, if one can even speak of an animal's conscience.
  The Melosaurus, sensing such a large number of bipeds, became nervous. Usually invincible in open combat, the man-eating dinosaur knew how dangerous humans could be. What an aggressive and unpredictable species they were.
  An angry roar from a large reptile was heard, which further inflamed the crowd.
  "Place your bets, warriors, don't be stingy!" the herald strained.
  This time, there was no clear favorite. The trio was well-known, and the Melosaurus looked very menacing.
  The vizier bet on the monster; it looked almost invulnerable and very dangerous.
  He said it with the air of an expert.
  - Pay attention to the paws. How strong they are, that's a sign of good breeding.
  General Duchere noted:
  "And that won't replace intelligence. Remember how an unarmed savage woman tamed a saber-toothed tiger. That's what human intelligence means."
  The vizier objected, kissing Elfiada on her already healing cheek:
  "This girl is unique; you have to be born with something like that. Not everyone is gifted with such gifts. So don't apply her example to others. Overall, the Bulkazavr trio has brought us no small amount of joy and aesthetic pleasure, but even victories can be monotonous, and the stars dim."
  Elfiada bared her pearly teeth and purred something in an incomprehensible language.
  "See, even this girl approves of me. She's wild, but she knows who's right, right?" The vizier nipped her ear lightly. The girl purred.
  - What did you say? I hope it's lovely! She's rooting for Melosaurus too.
  In truth, Elfiada had no desire to see these glorious gladiators perish; she didn't even know their names, though she could have learned them in principle. After all, a human being is meant to wish victory upon others, not upon beasts. At least, that's what her upbringing, not her bestial instinct for destruction, told her. Maybe she could kill the vizier? With her skills, it wouldn't be difficult-a strong jab to the carotid artery, and even such a powerful body would sag. But in that case, even if she managed to escape, the vast enemy army would survive. The leader would die, and the countless pack would continue their reign of terror. No, she could endure it a little longer.
  The woman who won last time by betting on Elfiada this time pinned her hopes on the trio, and many followed her example. The girl even thought it would be a good idea to save her. However, she couldn't yet figure out how to do that.
  The bets were settled. The merchant Karakalov followed Dfurutti's example, and the sorcerer even wagered a whole sack of gold on the monster.
  The vizier winked:
  - The cat knows where the owner hid the lard.
  General Dushor, realizing that the sorcerer was doing this for a reason, wanted to change the bet, but the vizier did not allow it:
  - Too late! Next time you'll be smarter, but for now the money will be mine.
  He waved it off:
  - We'll find even greater riches in Garthodarem. What is this worthless gold?
  - For once you were right. Now let's get started. I hope the fight won't be too short.
  The traditional signal sounded, although for the sake of variety the tone was raised, and it was tormenting to the ear.
  The Melosaurus slowly advanced on the three opponents. They instantly split up, the men on either side, the woman in the center. The powerful woman swung her axe and struck him in the stomach, testing the hide's strength. Sure enough, a streak remained on the scales, drawing blood. The Melosaurus roared and nearly knocked the warrior off her feet. She jumped back, somersaulting.
  - The dexterous savage, however, moves faster.
  The general remarked:
  - But wild cats are also faster than dinosaurs, with the possible exception of the Tyrannosaurus.
  "Exceptions only prove the rule!" the drunken vizier replied inappropriately. "I'll finish off a Tyrannosaurus with my little finger."
  The general reached for a cake baked in the shape of a swan with roses. The maids cut thick slices of sponge cake. Dushor swallowed the rich cream with relish.
  - Just look how they'll beat up the Melosaurus.
  The gladiators fought with some success. However, their blows couldn't seriously harm such a large beast. At first, the monster chased one gladiator after another, giving them a chance to rest and take turns striking it. Cuts appeared on its mouth, and the woman's axe even knocked out a couple of crooked teeth. But then the monster changed tactics. It began chasing the man in the green loincloth. It chased persistently, making sharp lunges and leaps. No matter how nimble the gladiator, he couldn't retreat forever. Sooner or later, the body makes a mistake. He missed a blow to the legs with its tail. So hard that bones broke. Blood spurted from the broken, jelly-like limbs. The woman tried to distract the giant with a blow from her axe. But he lunged at the immobilized gladiator and crushed his ribcage with his paws. Then he began to chew the meat and bones, savoring the mess.
  The vizier jumped up:
  - See! That's how you crush these rats!
  The sorcerer Durrlor narrowed his eyes slyly:
  - You know who to bet on! Actually, vizier, that's the same as being a genius!
  The general muttered something incomprehensible, his lips were smeared with cream and what he gurgled was incomprehensible.
  Looking at him, the vizier unceremoniously broke off a piece of cake and, without hesitation, shoved it in Elfiada's face. The devil girl was deeply saddened to see a reptile kill a man. To soften the feeling, she licked the cream. It was delicious, and the girl was surprised; it seemed the vizier's culinary skills were top-notch. And in general, the nobleman was extremely fond of luxury and good food. The terminator girl could only marvel at this.
  A compliment about Friamat's cuisine almost slipped out of my mouth.
  Meanwhile, horrific things were happening in the arena. Ignoring the pinprick bites, or rather blows, the Melosaurus devoured the man. Apparently, one hundred kilograms of bone-inclusive mass wasn't enough for such a massive beast, and it continued its pursuit. This time, it was the woman's sharp, piquant scent that drew it. Meaty, she looked tempting to its still-starved stomach.
  The Melosaurus charged at her, never ceasing its pursuit. It must be said that the carcass moved quickly. The woman was tired. In her entire gladiatorial career, she had only encountered a dinosaur once. But that one had been smaller and less predatory, while this one was a fighting machine. Sweat covered the slave's body, and the axe in her hands grew heavy. Once, as a very strong girl, she had been sent to build fortresses. The work was very difficult, but it strengthened her muscles. Now, for some reason, she was weakening suspiciously quickly. Perhaps they really had slipped something into her food. Such things happen when they want to eliminate an overly independent champion or win a big jackpot. The woman had performed in many circuses and knew the dangers of such treachery.
  Her foot stumbled, and a paw lashed out at her buttocks, tearing off her loincloth. Finding herself in front of hundreds of drunken men wearing only leather sandals, the woman momentarily hesitated. Then a jaw snapped, and predatory teeth bit through her collarbone, covered in powerful muscle. A chunk of flesh tore out, and a stream of blood gushed from an artery.
  "Bravo!" the vizier barked. "For this you'll get a piece of biscuit, just like his nickname."
  "An exterminator!" the manager prompted. "He's very good at exterminating gladiators, especially women."
  - Excellent! I'll take that into account.
  The woman managed one last slash with her left hand at her opponent's tongue. Enraged, he flung the body away, and it crashed into the thick bars. The carcass then rushed at her, and the gladiator rolled away with the last of her strength. The blow was so powerful that the thick, log-like bars bent. The beast spun, claws clawing at sand and stone. The woman was bleeding profusely, nearly unconscious, when the beast caught up with her and bit off her legs. A grisly feast began.
  The vizier clapped his hands:
  - Well, well, well! Wonderful! I love it when people are eaten alive!
  The sorcerer pinched the slave-servant on her bare, full breast with a nipple the color of an overripe strawberry:
  - Your powerful breasts make me thirsty. Bring me more wine!
  The third gladiator, seeing that the strongest warrior in their trio had perished and he was left alone, lost his courage and fled. The crowd booed, and bones and scraps of meat flew through the bars.
  - Tear him apart! Let out his guts! - they shouted.
  - Fight, coward! Don't you dare run away.
  - To the cross him! Crucify the slave! - others added.
  The vizier shouted to the sorcerer:
  - So what, should I look at such a disgrace for long?
  Durrlor replied:
  - Where will he run? The earth is round and there is no place for a traitor to the fatherland.
  The Melosaurus rushed after the fugitive. On a smooth road, it would have easily outpaced the man. But the gladiator was saved by the fact that his run was choppy, constantly changing direction.
  The man tried to climb the grate, but a red-hot iron was thrust into his face. A sore swelled on his cheek. The gladiator howled and, in desperation, lunged at his enemy with his sword. He tried to hit his eye, but it was too high. The sword missed, sliding across the ridged skin. The beast knocked the man down and began clawing at him. He fought back with the sword, tried to rise, but the melosaurus knocked him down again. Finally, the jaws closed over him. The man, bitten in half, screamed one last time and fell silent. Then began the devouring, which had become a bad tradition.
  The vizier jumped up quickly:
  - See! I won! Now, empty your pockets.
  General Dushor said in his heart, throwing gold coins on the floor:
  - Here, choke on it!
  The vizier shouted:
  - Who's this for? He wanted to be broken on the wheel.
  "On those spirits who prevented me from winning!" the general responded. "Besides, only the Emperor can break me on the wheel. Even the Grand Vizier, and only during military operations, has the right to the gallows."
  "Look, I'm an expert, a connoisseur. But I can flog you, but who knows, a drunken executioner might overdo it."
  Dushor fell silent. It might be true. However, it wouldn't be a bad idea to frame the vizier so that he himself would be executed. However, doing so safely would be very difficult. Otherwise, he would have dealt with this despot long ago.
  Elfiada put on a carefree look, although a volcano was erupting in her heart, innocent people had died, and this executioner was grinning.
  - Enough of the spectacle for now! Where is the artist?
  - I'm here, lord!
  - Is the portrait ready?
  "Yes, of course, oil on canvas," the artist replied. "Just as you wanted."
  "Give it to me!" The vizier grabbed the portrait. Before him was a woman of exquisite beauty, sitting on the lap of a stern-looking black man. Overall, it was not a bad drawing, but in the haste he'd made the vizier's nose crooked, and there was a bruise under one eye.
  For the nobleman this was enough:
  - Crucify him right there in the arena. Prepare the cross immediately.
  The artist fell to his knees:
  - O greatest of the greatest, how have I angered you?
  - What did you say, worm? You decided to mock me. Catch him!
  The bodyguards rushed to carry out the vizier's orders. The artist tried to resist, but was hit in the head with the hilt of a sword and went limp.
  - Well, prepare the cross in the very center of the arena.
  The professional executioner grinned stupidly, his benevolent face. He, as befits an executioner, was very fat and tall. His hands were meaty, giving the impression of millstones. They tore the artist's clothes off and began nailing his hands and feet.
  The vizier shouted again:
  - No! Not like that, upside down!
  The screaming artist was turned over and the nails were driven in again. Suddenly he fell silent. The executioner approached him and felt his pulse in his neck.
  - He's dead! He's completely screwed!
  Squealing in response:
  - What? Dead?
  Bull Roar:
  - Yes, he died! Most likely from fear or pain shock.
  "Then crucify the executioner! He's not capable of torturing the condemned properly, so let him get some practical training."
  The executioner was strong and tried to resist. But he wasn't a very skilled fighter. His strong bodyguards pinned him down, then, after traditionally ripping off his clothes, stretched out his arms and legs. Now the torturer experienced firsthand what his victims had often felt.
  Elfiada looked at this and mentally rejoiced. Justice, albeit in a twisted form, had triumphed.
  A cross was placed in the very center, and the executioner hung on it. He twitched and screamed, which only increased the pain and made his screams louder.
  The vizier quickly got tired of this:
  - Well then, savage. Follow me. I have enough strength, let's enjoy it together.
  Elphiada jumped up and began to walk with a catlike gait. Her scars were healing before her very eyes. Looking at her, the vizier said:
  - You could be some kind of mountain slave. It would be nice if you had a baby.
  Elfiada feigned indifference. True, she slapped the vizier on the shoulder.
  - You're playful! Okay, come to my room, we'll have some fun there!
  They went into the room, where guards stood at the entrance. They stared wildly, blinking. Then they opened the door and found themselves in a spacious chamber. There was no bed, just at least a dozen enormous down comforters and large pillows lying on the ground. The vizier beckoned to her. Despite all the disgust this black man inspired in Elfiada, she leaped towards him. A captivating lovemaking began, in which the vizier demonstrated his capacity for both roughness and tenderness.
  "You see what kind of man I am. There's no one like me in the whole world," he said to himself, not really expecting anyone to understand.
  When the vizier lost his strength, Elfiada crushed his carotid artery. Then, rather roughly, she removed the key from around his neck. From the very beginning, she noticed the carved cabinet of precious sandalwood, with its gold corners. What a bad habit, keeping your documents in the bedroom while indulging in business and pleasure.
  "The stupid vizier keeps all his eggs in one basket. I hope they don't get beaten." Elfiada giggled.
  The girl picked up the key and began unlocking the cabinet. It seemed there was a secret inside, but it didn't reveal itself right away. Elfiada had to fiddle with it, tapping the lid. She could have simply forced it open, but that would have left traces.
  And so neatly, like a professional burglar. The cabinet opened, Elfiada pushed aside the drawers, opening the shelves. Various papers lay there, a couple of company shares, a few gold coins. And some bird-of-paradise feathers. Finally, after a thorough rummaging, the girl found what she needed. An authentic document of the emperor, a special paper with a seal. Well, the seal can be cut off by heating a dagger over a candle, but you have to move smoothly, lest it crack in a fight. So they cut it off. Now we take the stamped paper and place the seal on it. The document is ready; all that remains is to copy the emperor's handwriting and his signature. White Magi must serve the ruler, and at the same time perform cunning acts, often bordering on dishonesty. In such cases, forging handwriting is sometimes vital. And if so, Elfiada, as a diligent student of Satan, knows how to do just that.
  The girl carefully led him out.
  And then she took it and sang joyfully at the end:
  I am Chernobog, the daughter of the evil God,
  I create chaos, I sow destruction...
  My greatness cannot be overcome,
  Only furious vengeance burns in my soul!
  
  As a child, the girl wanted goodness,
  She wrote poetry and fed cats...
  I got up early in the morning,
  The wings of cherubs fluttered above her!
  
  But now I know what evil is,
  What in this world makes one unhappy...
  What is it, you say good?
  I fell passionately in love with destruction!
  
  And she showed her girlish ardor,
  That she became God's sparkling daughter...
  We will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  We will show strength, very powerfully!
  
  Father Great, this Chernobog,
  He brings chaos and war into the universe...
  You pray to Svarog to help you,
  In fact, you get your reward!
  
  Well, I said, God save us,
  Let anger boil in your heart...
  Let's build happiness, I believe, on blood,
  Let your womb be filled to the brim!
  
  I love cunning, meanness and deception,
  How to fool Stalin the tyrant...
  It won't be possible to expose it to shame,
  And how much fog there is in that world!
  
  So she suggested making a strong move,
  Destroy the evil ones with one blow...
  But I fell in love with the very black God,
  In all matters, both these and those beyond the grave!
  
  How I found myself accustomed to evil,
  And in the heart there was fury, madly nourished...
  The desire for joy and goodness has disappeared,
  Only anger penetrated from the pedestal!
  
  And what about Stalin? He"s evil too,
  As for Hitler, there's no point in talking about him...
  There was Genghis Khan, such a cool bandit,
  And how many souls he managed to cripple!
  
  So I say, why keep good,
  If there is not the slightest self-interest in it...
  When you are a woodpecker, your mind is a chisel,
  And when you're stupid, your thoughts disappear!
  
  This is what I tell myself and others,
  Serve the force like black ink...
  Then we will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  Waves will scatter across the universe!
  
  We will make evil so strong,
  It will give immortality to rage,
  Those who are weak in spirit have already been blown away,
  And we are the strongest, and believe in this, people!
  
  In short, we will become stronger than everyone everywhere,
  Let us raise the sword of blood over the universe...
  And our rage will be with her too,
  Let us receive a calling full of destiny!
  
  In short, I am faithful to Chernobog,
  I serve this dark force with all my heart...
  My soul is like the wings of an eagle,
  Those who are with the Black God are invincible!
  EPILOGUE.
  While Yuri, the son of Archangel Michael, and two devil girls were making love, Ares also had interesting adventures.
  In this case, he was no longer fighting China, but a NATO army in an alternate history where Grigory Romanov, not Gorbachev, became General Secretary. Well, that happens in the Underworld. Because there are countless ways to have fun.
  Alice vanished without a trace, leaving Ares to fight practically alone. The boy had slightly adjusted his personality, adding the "newbie" option, and so in his alternate consciousness, he hadn't yet been sufficiently hardened by war, but the successful experience of previous battles and the sense of real strength were a great help.
  Dawn during war is special. It seems as if a giant whalefish begins to spew its pinkish fountain in the sky, as if from the blackening abyss of the ocean. And the fountain spreads, transforming into a veritable crimson waterfall, with wisps of black and blue smoke fluttering between the waves.
  The boy looks up at the sky, and it seems the cherubs are giving him a sign: you're on the right path, serve your Fatherland. And Ares raises his machine gun: a precise shot, and a penguin-like NATO soldier, heavily laden with various small arms, flies off the gleaming, armored transport.
  The seasoned warrior Elizabeth, a girl who has become something of an assistant, fires from another vantage point. The transporter turns and signals. Its radar transmits flashes the color of rose petals. Ares fires again, and the tangle of wires suddenly explodes, scattering into spiky debris. Several German soldiers fall; one of the Bundeswehr soldiers has his eye knocked out, and he roars hysterically, frantically searching the blood-stained grass.
  The boy said:
  - All that glitters is not gold, but everything that blinds the enemy is priceless!
  The armored personnel carrier stops, and a helmeted head with antennae that give it a cockroach-like appearance emerges. A gentle squeeze of the trigger, and the eye turns red again, like a traffic light.
  Ares sang:
  - Don't go through a red light, it's a dead end for you! And don't climb on a red flag, it's a dead end for you!
  And Elizaveta is already rushing toward the armored vehicle. Although without Alice the sorceress, such a plan-hijacking a transport and then driving it up to the NATO army's super-heavy rocket-propelled howitzer "Monster"-seems risky beyond belief.
  Ares, however, is racing toward the transport with all his might. It's a German thirty-five-ton model with active multilayer armor. German inventors are generally known for their love of powerful armor. It's no wonder their Leopard is the most protected of all mass-produced tank models in the world. Even the Chinese decided to base their T-90 main battle tank on the Leopard's armor and the T-72's gun.
  Here's the German infantry transport, the heaviest and most protected in the NATO army. It's very turtle-like, with a streamlined design, explosive reactive armor tiles, and automatic cannons.
  Ares caught himself thinking, "What are they even doing?" Getting shot at, with the moving barrels firing a volley of bullets with tungsten cores that could pierce not only titanium-plated armor but brick walls as well.
  And yet, a boy in shorts with a couple of bags filled with grenades flies into attack. And, of course, the aircraft's guns snap back.
  But they're not shooting at him, but at Elizaveta. The girl quickly dives into a dry ditch. The seasoned warrior ignores the dust clogging her nostrils, the black earth and crushed turf raining down from above, and the bullet cores crumbling off.
  More than a few hot ones hit the roughened, yet strangely clean, girl's sole. Elizabeth, like a true Rodoverian, tries to maintain her connection with nature, thus gaining information about the enemy's intentions and feeding on the energy of the Earth, into whose creation Svarog poured his heart.
  Although Elizabeth is still far from the level of Alice, a true witch who performs genuine miracles, she is still achieving some things. Right now, inhaling the scent of herbs, feeling the touch of the hairs, Lisa senses the power of magic, and also the certainty that the boy Ares will complete the task and the armorer will be captured.
  And she is not afraid that the pioneer is getting into the line of fire.
  The young warrior leaped onto the roof of the armored car like a stallion clearing a hurdle and leaped through the hatch. Shots followed from both hands, and droplets of blood flew in all directions.
  One of the German crew members tried to grab the boy by the shoulders, but received a short but hard knee to the chin. After that, he passed out.
  Ares, jumping out of the hatch, waved his hand to the warrior:
  - The capture has been made!
  Elizabeth rushed toward him. Meanwhile, another warrior, Oksana, planted a couple of magnetic mines along the probable route of the NATO troop column. If we're going to prowl around the rear, let's do it with purpose.
  Oleg and Elizaveta disposed of the bodies, after which the armored personnel carrier turned around, heading toward the "Monster" self-propelled gun. Oksana jumped into the vehicle while it was moving, albeit not at full speed, but still showed off her ape-like agility. Ares remarked:
  - The monkey is a human ancestor whose behavior cannot be set as an example for descendants!
  Elizabeth suddenly sighed:
  - But it"s a pity that Natasha is not with us.
  Ares replied confidently:
  - Her science is more important than our shooting... I would have come up with something against NATO myself.
  Oksana said with a worried look:
  - Yes! NATO turned out to be much stronger than we thought...
  - And more insidious! - Elizabeth declared.
  A 1,000-millimeter-diameter rocket barrel, the most powerful bomb launcher in human history, with multiple tracked platforms, a kind of technical innovation, implemented according to Ronald Reagan's designs - a new weapon against Soviet power.
  However, the very idea of a land-based battleship was blatantly copied from German designs, in particular the "Rat" supertank and several other similar modifications. Even the name echoes the German "Monster" project, which envisioned mounting the gun of the giant "Dora" on tracks.
  True, the Americans relied on a more powerful, destructive warhead for the mortar launcher. Such a thing should be able to burn hundreds of hectares with a single hit. The eight-ton projectile is fed by a special automatic system, inserted into the breech, and then accelerated like a rocket.
  There were two more helicopters hanging above. Some kind of special ones... Elizaveta noted the presence of onboard propellers and at least a dozen firing points. The machines themselves were shark-shaped, only thicker and of considerable size. The American Apache was a bit different, though; these ones had some twists. Elizaveta hadn't even known NATO had those.
  Five propellers for a single "meat grinder" is certainly impressive. But their plan had a flaw-how would they even get out of the armored car? They're not idiots, after all. True, Elizaveta and Oksana had changed into captured uniforms, so they might as well have taken the risk.
  The girls did just that, put on their "night fairies" smiles, and climbed onto the supertank. Well, what man would refuse such beauties? The catchphrase:
  - Why are you here?
  And the expected answer:
  - For the sake of happiness and affection!
  The thick hatch slid open, and the warriors jumped inside. Ares followed them. The boy couldn't keep him waiting. While there was a risk, who would be intimidated by a barefoot child with a pair of pistols in his hands?
  Inside, the supertank had a couple of floors and a crew of twenty-five. Elizabeth's first victim died the way all true men dream: throwing himself into the arms of a warrior goddess, feeling her graceful yet devilishly strong fingers crush his carotid artery. And then slipping into an unimaginably deep, mortal sleep.
  Oksana kicked her "gentleman" in the groin, saying:
  - Well, what about the girls? And the girls later!
  One of the Americans, apparently gay, tried to pet the boy and was slammed between his eyes by the tip of a pistol. Oleg chuckled.
  - Don't stretch your arms - you'll stretch your legs!
  Then pistols and machine guns began to ring out. The purge of the "Monster" began. Elizaveta, leaving behind corpses, declared:
  "He who can live with wolves will not howl sadly! The lion, king of beasts, yet a human slave tears off his skin! War is a film of collective direction, individual performance, mass distribution, and guaranteed box office! A good commander is an alchemist, transforming the lead bullets of war into the golden coins of reparations!"
  Ares, while shooting, also noted:
  - He who lays softly, lays hard!
  The cleanup was carried out with virtually no casualties, save for a light scratch on Elizaveta's calf. But overall, the outcome must be considered a success: the "Monster" has been captured, meaning it's time to get shooting.
  The car was controlled by electronics, not too complex yet, after all, it was the eighties...
  But the boy was very interested in pressing buttons. Especially since Alice had taught him computer literacy lessons. And so the young warrior began sending deadly annihilation gifts to the American and German troops.
  The young pioneer devil did this with great enthusiasm. His blows burned tanks, self-propelled guns, and infantry in armored personnel carriers. The losses were quite significant. A total extermination was underway.
  And the boy-terminator also sang:
  I am a modern boy, like a computer,
  Or it would be easier to just say, young prodigy...
  And it turned out really cool -
  That Hitler will be beaten by the madman!
  
  A boy barefoot through the snowdrifts,
  Under the barrels of the fascists goes...
  His legs became scarlet like a goose's,
  And a bitter reckoning awaits!
  
  But the pioneer straightened his shoulders boldly,
  And with a smile he walks towards the firing squad...
  The Fuhrer sends some to the ovens,
  Someone was hit by a fascist with arrows!
  
  A boy prodigy from our era,
  He took a blaster and rushed boldly into battle...
  The fascist chimeras will dissipate,
  And God Almighty is with you forever!
  
  A smart boy hit the Fritzes with a beam,
  And a whole row of monsters was mowed down...
  Now the distances of communism have become closer,
  He hit the fascists with all his might!
  
  The boy prodigy shoots a beam,
  After all, he has a very powerful blaster...
  "Panther" melts in one salvo,
  It's simple, you know, you idiot!
  
  We will wipe out the fascists without any problems,
  And we will simply exterminate the enemies...
  Here our blaster hit with all its might,
  Here is a cherub rubbing his wings!
  
  I crush them, without a glint of metal,
  Here this powerful "Tiger" caught fire...
  You know, the fascists don't have enough land?
  You want more blood games!
  
  Russia is a big empire,
  Stretched from the sea to the deserts...
  I see a girl running around barefoot,
  And the barefoot boy - the devil disappear!
  
  The damned fascist quickly moved the tank,
  With a steel ram, we'll charge headlong into Rus'...
  But we'll put up jars of Hitler's blood,
  We'll smash the Nazis into smithereens!
  
  Fatherland, you are dearest to me,
  Endless from the mountains and darkness of the taiga...
  There is no need to let soldiers rest on their beds.
  The boots sparkle in a brave march!
  
  I became a great pioneer at the front,
  He won the hero's star in an instant...
  For others, I will be an example without borders,
  Comrade Stalin is simply ideal!
  
  We can win, I know for sure,
  Although the story turns out differently...
  There goes the attack of the evil fecal fighters,
  And the Fuhrer became really cool!
  There is little hope left for the United States,
  They swim without any mischief...
  The Fuhrer is capable of overthrowing him from his pedestal,
  The capitalists are terrible, just garbage!
  
  What to do if the boy turned out to be,
  In captivity, stripped naked and driven out into the cold...
  The teenager fought desperately with the Fritz,
  But Christ Himself suffered for us!
  
  Then he will have to endure torture,
  When you are burned with red iron...
  When on the head, breaking bottles,
  Press a red-hot rod to your heels!
  
  You better keep quiet, grit your teeth, boy,
  And endure torture like the titan of Rus'...
  Let your lips burn with a lighter,
  But Jesus can save the fighter!
  
  You will go through any torture, boy,
  But you will endure, without bowing under the whip...
  Let the rack tear out your hands greedily,
  The executioner is now both the tsar and the black prince!
  
  Someday the torment will end,
  You will find yourself in God's beautiful paradise...
  And there will be time for new adventures,
  Let's enter Berlin when May sparkles!
  
  So what if they hanged the child?
  The fascist will be thrown into hell for this...
  In Eden a loud voice is heard,
  The boy is resurrected - the joy is the result!
  
  So you don"t need to be afraid of death,
  Let there be heroism for the Motherland...
  After all, Russians have always known how to fight,
  Know that evil fascism will be destroyed!
  
  We will pass like an arrow through the heavenly bushes,
  With a girl who is barefoot in the snow...
  Below us is a garden, seething and blooming,
  I'm running on the grass like a pioneer!
  
  In paradise we will be forever in happiness, children,
  We are doing great there, very well...
  And there is no more beautiful place on the planet,
  Know that it will never become difficult!
  While Ares was enjoying himself, Margarita and Gella completely exhausted Yuri with a cascade of orgasms. And they themselves were thoroughly exhausted. And the triumvirate, exhausted from hours of nonstop lovemaking, began sniffling. And they all dreamed of this...
  The proud honor of a samurai,
  Demands to saturate the blade with blood!
  In the battle of enemies tearing apart,
  The Japanese warrior made a jump!
  The attack on Pere Harbor marked the beginning of the real war for Japan. A devastating attack, involving nearly half of all Japanese aircraft, sank virtually the entire US Pacific Fleet. A rapacious, swift cheetah bit the throat of the star-spangled tiger. But just a year later, the monstrous beast, rapidly healing from its wounds and literally growing in unprecedented strength before our eyes, descended upon the land of the rising sun. Napalm bombs incinerated entire neighborhoods, and tens of thousands, mostly Japanese civilians, burned alive in the hellish flames of carpet bombing. But the Japanese are not the kind of people to surrender so easily to an aggressor.
  The mighty and renowned warrior Yuri Petukhov, aka the Fire Tiger, proposed a radical plan for aggressive war on American soil. The plan envisioned an attack on the White House and the destruction of the Capitol. A small group of ninja fighters, under his personal command, was to carry out the plan to eliminate the American ruling elite. A trial run was to be an attack on the largest military base in Australia, the so-called "Oceania Citadel." Tens of thousands of fighters and bombers took to the air, pummeling Japanese troop positions. Formidable American and British armadas had already conquered the Marshall Islands, occupied the Carolingian Islands, and were approaching the Philippines. Despite the fanatical fortitude and valor of the samurai, the war was clearly being lost. The main secret of arrogant America's success was simple: a five- to six-fold superiority in weapons production. This was difficult to counter, and drastic, extraordinary measures were required. A small group of fifty people, wearing black armored masks and traditional shapeless robes, gathered in the jungle.
  Yuri Petukhov, who chaired the meeting, was brief.
  American imperialism has dared to raise its sword against the land of the rising sun. We cannot stand by! Tomorrow will be an unprecedented nightmare for the West.
  Subdued cries of approval accompanied the gallant speech.
  And so the ninjas board special transparent gliders. These machines are undetectable by radar and virtually silent, undetectable during night flights. What is the "Oceania Citadel"? A veritable impregnable fortress with enormous cannons, studded with powerful rapid-fire anti-aircraft guns. Hundreds of fighters constantly patrol above the massive reinforced concrete walls of this impenetrable fortress. Even the "poison shrimp" of Singapore cannot match such a large-scale and thorough level of defense. The United States learned from the tragedy at Per Harbor by thoroughly fortifying its main Pacific base. During the flight, the ninjas split into two groups, and a decision was made to simultaneously attack Lincoln Airport, the largest airport. Despite the constant overflight of patrol fighters, the invisible fighters managed to land 50 kilometers from the superbase. The gliders were dismantled and carefully hidden, the next steps practiced to the point of automatism. Silently, like shadows, camouflaged fighters glide through the jungle, and although each one has an entire arsenal, they are as fast as leopards. After bypassing several checkpoints, the militants attack the largest one. The first to sneak through the jungle is a fire tiger, the strong scent of leopard and Etama rattlesnake paralyzing the noses and wills of the dogs standing guard. Tiny needles fly at the sentries, hitting their necks, paralyzing the soldiers. The brave commandos freeze in mid-air; no, they don't fall, they stand like mannequins, but they are no longer living. And the ninjas are swift; the fire tiger's assistant, using ancient devices of metal blades and hooks, scales a sheer wall and disables the machine gunners manning the tower. Five other super-fighters perform the same maneuver. The whole thing takes 10 seconds. Opening armored doors is no problem; even a middling thief can do it, but for ninjas, super-warriors who have undergone rigorous training since infancy, it's like ripping a spider's web. Yuri delights in severing the carotid arteries of sleeping soldiers. Serves them right, those evil and cowardly Yankees. The Americans are bastards; they can only drop heavy napalm bombs at night and from great heights, burning Japanese civilians alive. Yuri himself has carried out the charred corpses of women and children, walking through kilometers-long fields covered in a thick layer of ash. And yet, just 24 hours ago, majestic structures stood there, many of which were founded long before the discovery of America, to burn forever in the fires of... Columbus. The checkpoint was captured without a single shot fired, well, that's just the beginning. The next target is more serious: they need to capture a remote convoy of brand-new Pershing tanks. Somewhere in the jungle, a koala roars-this is Australia, where large predators, save for humans, are almost entirely absent. Yuri Petukhov easily crosses a minefield, fluttering with enormous leaps; light infantry mines seem oblivious to the invisible shadow. The remaining soldiers, including Margarita and Gella, swiftly follow him, knocking out both sentries and service dogs. The devil girls flash their bare, tanned, muscular legs, throwing gifts of annihilation. Poison needles are a super-effective weapon in skilled hands; the rest is simple: you open the tanks, easier than cracking a tin can, and start the engines.
  Yuri, of course, understands that the unauthorized movement of a tank column looks extremely suspicious, but he's also prepared for this contingency. During the attack, the tank column's commander, Colonel Paton, is captured. A skilled hypnotist can break even the most resilient fighter, and super ninjas wield weapons more powerful than any hypnosis. As a small child, the future Fire Tiger Yuri entered a cage unarmed with a real, excited, and hungry tiger. He had to either force the animal to submit, to abandon its aggression, or accept an unequal fight. This terrifying, grinning monster looms over him, foam dripping from its mouth, a wild roar echoing, but there's no semblance of fear. On the contrary, instill confidence in the enormous tiger, and you will win, and the beast's strength will recognize the power of the human mind.
  And so it happens: the beast retreats, and the mighty lord of the forests becomes more harmless than a house cat. The American officer is no longer his own master, like a dumb puppet on steel strings.
  And Margarita and Gella chop down other American soldiers with their razor-sharp swords.
  In a rough, confident voice, he demands access to the base. I explain that the shells were substandard, the sights were crooked, and the entire convoy was no longer combat-ready. Fire Tiger is right: the more brazen the colonel's behavior, the less suspicion he will arouse. And so they drive along a heavily guarded highway, powerful searchlights illuminating virtually the entire surface. Closer to the base, all the trees have been cut down and burned with napalm, and sprinkled with powerful herbicides. Towering walls of reinforced concrete, powerful anti-aircraft gun barrels jutting straight out of the ground, dozens of rows of electrified barbed wire, fighter jets plowing the sky, and helicopters resembling flying fortresses. Sitting in the cozy, spacious cabin of the mighty Pershing tank, Yuri noted the speed and smoothness of the ride, as well as the vehicle's extremely powerful armament. Through the night vision goggles, the infrared silhouettes of guard dogs and carefully camouflaged snipers are visible. Well, if he has to fight his way through, he'll have something to shred the Yankees with. Two anti-aircraft machine guns and a long-barreled 90mm gun on a 42-ton vehicle with 120mm of frontal armor. And sitting in this magnificent work of military art, you feel utterly weak and helpless. Take, for example, their main "medium" tank, the Chi-ha-do. The 47mm gun and 50mm of armor on a 15-ton vehicle are clearly not suited for modern warfare; a Pershing II with its optics would demolish them from a distance of 3 kilometers. The United States possesses monstrous technotronic might, and yet they lack the great spirit characteristic of the inhabitants of the Land of the Rising Sun. The Japanese man angrily steps on the gas, increasing speed. And now they're inside; the first priority is to blow up the fuel and ammunition depots.
  The girls, shuffling their bare feet and very seductive heels, climbed to the high ground and fired at the Americans from there. They did it with great accuracy, each bullet finding its target and smashing it open like a watermelon head, sending red flesh splattering. Now that was truly wild. Margarita even threw a boomerang with her bare toes, cutting off a dozen heads at once, and then the weapon flew away, caught again by her graceful lower limb.
  The Yankees aren't stupid either; they have two dozen remote locations for storing such dangerous materials. Yuri has changed into an American uniform, his appearance so skillfully altered that you wouldn't believe he's a samurai and a twelfth-generation angel. You confidently enter headquarters, showing the guards your empty palm, claiming it's a pass-though it's already a pass-a demonstration of hypnosis. And here's the office of three-star General Klaus Finakin. Despite the late hour, the general is still awake, his uniform hanging like a sack, his eyes puffy.
  -Who are you?
  And Yuri blurted out:
  -Tiger!
  And not another word, just a casual jab of a finger to the forehead. Skin and bone seemed intact, but the brains were scrambled. The adjutants jerked, a movement of the hands threw them back, and they froze. Their instantly blue faces twitched, their tongues lolling out.
  In the voice of the slain general, Fire Tiger Yuri ordered:
  - Air Force Headquarters, listen to the order. Launch all Lancaster and B-17 Flying Fortresses and strike at the azimuths...
  Then follow the numbers and codes. Let the Americans exterminate each other. At the same time, Yuri transmits commands and precise coordinates to his partners, fortunately, each Pershing has an excellent radio. The Ninjas, and especially Margarita and Gella, don't waste precious seconds; explosions thunder simultaneously in different places. Enormous, blindingly red tongues of flame cut the black sky, like the all-consuming blaze of kerosene and aviation gasoline. But when the ammunition detonates, and especially the napalm bombs... The base turns into a complete hell, people rushing around like living torches, shrapnel flying for miles. The Fire Tiger continues to bark orders, only increasing the panic and escalating the chaos. General Sid Vigess and a couple of officers burst into the reception area.
  -Mr. Klaus...
  Yuri doesn't let him finish his sentence; a pencil thrown into his eye is interrupted by a shrill cry, and for the "little officers," an eraser and blotting paper are enough. Now that's art-he slashes his throat with the paper, and a fountain of sticky blood irrigates the spotted carpet. The ninja licks the blood; it's warm and slightly salty. Horse blood, however, is more to his taste, stronger, and has a stronger effect on the brain. His boys, two very young sons, are now smashing American and English cattle. And he, too, wants to shoot and chop. Especially chop, to feel the katana penetrate living flesh. To feel the torn tissue rip, the sheared bones fly off, and the liquid rubies of spilled blood fall on his face like steaming milk. He loves this voluptuous smell of death so much that he no longer has the patience to sit still. In principle, orders can be given outside the office, just make sure you have a backpack with a radio. In a panic, it's not a battle, it's a massacre. You're cutting down defenseless, terror-stricken cattle. And it serves the bastards right! They're used to dropping five-ton napalm bombs at night and from a distance, burning entire neighborhoods, so you'll get your comeuppance, jackals. Having hacked away at the enemy, Yuri rushed his tank deep into the jungle, followed by other soldiers from the invisible front. They needed to destroy the neighboring villages, barracks, and, naturally, the airfields. They were allowed through without a problem, and Yuri managed to give the order on behalf of the general. Then the same pattern repeated itself, and more explosions and destruction. Now, before the panic subsides, they need to hurry to the port. There's a chance to sink a couple of aircraft carriers, specifically the Theodore Roosevelt and the Abraham Lincoln. And here it's all simple: we need to infiltrate the ships, plant explosives in the ammunition, and then detonate. And not in one place, but in several, so that even the bulkheads won't be able to withstand the fire wave.
  The ninjas are very strong. Especially the half-naked girls Margarita and Gella, whose skin glistens like dark bronze. And they move with the speed of cobras.
  The warriors entered the port, throwing needles and shards of glass. American soldiers fell with slit throats and fractured skulls. They died without a chance of rescue. A ninja could throw a dozen discs a second, each killing two or three American soldiers. And that wasn't good at all.
  Quite the opposite, it brought an unthinkable and painful death. Or not always painful, but always certain.
  The ninjas passed by like a lawnmower cutting grass and clearing rows. Gella and Margarita excelled here too, demonstrating their incredible strength and incredible speed. Their katana swords were like helicopter blades.
  Margarita chirped:
  We will give no mercy to anyone,
  We are the warriors of Hell...
  With us is Lucifer, the super cherub,
  And victory is the highest reward!
  Yuri, aka the Fire Tiger, led an attack on American aircraft carriers and battleships. Each ninja was worth not a hundred, but a thousand soldiers in battle. The Americans were dying, unable to respond adequately. Meanwhile, the powerful, though not particularly large, super-warriors cut through the Yankees.
  And so a desperate attack on the aircraft carriers began. The ninjas advanced, firing tubes that released powerful explosives that shattered armor. And they killed American soldiers in a new way, destroying and crushing the deck guns and guards.
  Margarita and Gella also worked. Their specialty, these beautiful girls, was throwing sharp, poisonous needles with their bare toes, which knocked out the eyes and teeth of the Americans. And the warriors are simply superb here, singing at the top of their lungs:
  Satan Lord-Satan,
  The ruler of the entire universe...
  Satan, Lord Satan,
  With your unchanging strength!
  The ninjas blew up an aircraft carrier, setting it ablaze. Then another huge US ship burst into flames. The ninjas shot down American planes without mercy. They were so fast and furious, these Japanese supermen. And a nightmare flickered in their pupils. And the glow of burning American aircraft shone. Something quite comparable to Pere Harbor. But only a small detachment of men in black was in action. And they crushed the American war machine without mercy.
  The Fire Tiger, as always, was ahead of the pack and crushing enemies more vigorously. It was something hellish, truly bestial. Like a wolfhound on the hunt, killing animals. And the second American aircraft carrier burst into flames. Bombers exploded on its deck, its internal combat equipment was destroyed. Everything crumbled into metallic ash. And into fiery balls scorching the deck.
  The head of one of the barefoot young sailors was torn off, and Fire Yuri the Tiger kicked it up with his foot, giggling:
  - I'm a real terminator! And I'll destroy everyone!
  The Americans suffered a severe beating. And this had an impact on the course of the war. The Yankees' advance across the Pacific slowed noticeably. It turned out that invisible wars are the most terrible, and all the vaunted American technology is powerless against them.
  After the destruction of the US base in Australia, the ninjas suddenly became more active. America was faced with phenomenal fighters, but they were powerless. Both heavy bombers and aircraft carriers were powerless against an army of invisible supermen. This was a major problem facing the United States and Britain. Fire Tiger, along with a group of fighters, attacked the US base in Per Harbor. Along with him in the attack was an invincible female fighter - Margarita. A charming, golden-haired devil. Margarita is very beautiful, with broad shoulders, a high chest, and strong hips. Her feet, bare in both heat and cold, are always beautiful, chiseled, and graceful. Her toes are long and prehensile.
  Margarita loves throwing discs barefoot. A fearsome woman, with Gella, a fiery tigress and passionate in bed. Ninja girls are traditionally barefoot, trained from infancy, and no less dangerous than their male counterparts.
  The Americans immediately felt this. When ninjas, imitating dolphins, crept underwater, they used a special explosive, a thousand times more powerful than TNT, to mine aircraft carriers and battleships. Swimming right under the ship's belly, they placed a small, walnut-sized ball with a magnet.
  The ninjas swim almost silently. They're impossible to detect underwater. Elusive shadows. Then they plant explosives of enormous power, yet compact.
  And then comes the attack on the base. The sentries are taken out in a split second. Elusive, sharply honed disks fly, slicing throats and necks. American soldiers die without even having time to scream. Then comes another flight of invisible ones. The girls throw needles with their bare toes. Their feet are unusually nimble.
  The base is under attack from all sides. Planes explode, and a huge, roiling flame erupts. The entire area is instantly engulfed. Hundreds of aircraft begin to explode simultaneously. As if a gigantic fireworks display had gone off. And simultaneously, the ignition in the carburetor engines ignited.
  And everything hisses, seethes, and explodes all at once... Fiery geysers shoot high into the sky. The rumble of devilish thunder can be heard... Everything instantly, somehow, mingles. And the earth seems to fall from orbit, and a new sun appears. But not a peaceful one, but a warlike and hellish one. People burn, cars blaze and explode. And ninja girls throw peas of explosives far and wide with the bare toes of their graceful feet. But this is truly a demonic effect. And explosions are heard, there is pandemonium. A few planes managed to lift off from the concrete runway, but they crashed onto the pavement and began to tear. Full of death, pain, and destruction.
  Thousands of American and British soldiers died in the very first minutes of the battle. The clash itself resembled not a battle but total annihilation. Death and ashes rained down on the American positions.
  Cruisers and battleships also tore apart, aircraft carriers split in half. Total, utterly merciless death played across the sea. It incinerated and ground to dust all who fell into its ardent embrace.
  Hot, red tongues licked the planes, melted metal, and burned absolutely everything. Even stone...
  The ninjas created a veritable, fiery whirlwind-or rather, not a whirlwind, but a hurricane! Or even a tornado. One that leaves behind only charred skeletons and ash.
  Margarita is a very beautiful woman, but also deadly. She throws needles with her bare fingers and strikes down Japan's enemies. Who can stand against a ninja?
  And when cruisers and battleships explode, steel and titanium shatter. The Fire Tiger is pleased. Everything is going according to his plan. Here comes the mown-down line of American soldiers falling.
  Margarita supports her partner. And sows death.
  At the same time, the young woman notes:
  "The Russians gave the Germans a real thrashing at Stalingrad. If we don't help, our allies will lose!"
  The beauty threw three needles with her bare foot, piercing the necks of nine US Army soldiers trying to escape the inferno. American sailors scrambled on the ocean's surface, desperately trying to avoid being sucked into the whirlpool.
  The ninjas finished them off by slashing with two swords at once and throwing discuses. The Japanese women, slender and strong, were very active. And they used their bare feet for shooting.
  Yuri answered confidently:
  - We will strike Russia too! Khalkhin Gol will be avenged!
  And the super ninja waved his hand through the air, and a tsunami wave passed. It rose like a hurricane's whirlwind and engulfed the sailors struggling on the surface with its greedy mouth.
  A B-29 bomber circled over the ninja. Margarita, barefoot, drew back the string of a miniature crossbow. She released the dangerous explosive. The plane literally exploded... Shrapnel flew like gas tanks full of explosives. Several fighter jets were shot down. Margarita giggled, rubbed her graceful bare foot on the grass, and cooed:
  - I am a great girl and super!
  The fiery tiger Yuri took it and hissed:
  - It's really great! We'll crush these Russians just like the Americans!
  Margarita giggled and bared her fangs...
  The Ninjas finished off the last of the planes and moved off the island. The remaining bases must be destroyed. The Americans will remember this day for a long time. They will regret imposing an oil blockade on the Land of the Rising Sun, which forced the Japanese into war. And it suddenly turned out that although Japan is ten times weaker than America economically, it has such a wonderful special forces force that it has no counter to it!
  The ninjas attacked another carrier force. They flew in on drones and dropped small but deadly bombs from the air-gifts of hell that flew into the ships' smokestacks and furnaces.
  And they blew up every vessel in sight. The destruction was raging at a hurricane pace. And the carrier group, covered by cruisers and battleships, was sunk. And they were showered with hellish peas of death. Which pierced armor, tore apart metal.
  Fires raged over the sea, and everything was smoking. Acrid smoke rose into the air and swirled like the black coils of a cobra, emitting poisonous fangs ready to pierce the atmosphere.
  And all of this danced, arched, and bit into the air... The ninjas set off explosives, leaving the most advanced and modern aircraft carrier undamaged, and attacked its crew. Then they brought out their katana swords, and the ninja girls threw needles with their bare fingers. And they did it so masterfully that a single needle killed three or four people at once.
  The girls, attacking, sang:
  "We're not pathetic bugs, we're super ninjas - we chop up plaques! Clear talent - go for it!"
  And indeed they moved like the crest of a wave. Margarita felled the admiral with her sword, slicing him into twelve pieces with three swings. Blood sprayed copiously, drenching the deck. Margarita chirped:
  - You'll be in a coffin! I'll chop you up!
  And she cut down another admiral. And she bared her teeth. Ninjas weren't afraid of gunfire. Bullets bounced off them. They knew no weakness, fatigue, or pity. They were like birds on wings, or even jet engines.
  Margarita's bare feet slapped the deck, leaving graceful footprints. She's an amazing warrior. But the other girls are great too.
  The aircraft carrier has been captured and is being turned around and taken to Japanese ports. Iron is needed there, too.
  Facing an army of samurai and ninja is extremely difficult. They are superhumans. And their onslaught is irresistible.
  And again, successes and captures follow. The ninjas behave like elusive sea robbers. Panic reigns in America. There is no way to resist the invisible ones.
  These are such special forces that even the air force and artillery don't even notice the approach of these brave warriors, who loom like black clouds, waving swords and hurling discs that fly for kilometers and pierce any metal.
  A ninja isn't like the medieval ones. He has the most modern technology at his fingertips. And he crushes everyone who gets in his way.
  Meanwhile, the Soviet-German front is quiet. The Germans are preparing an offensive on the Kursk Bulge. Attacking pre-fortified positions while outnumbered isn't the smartest idea. But Germany's options are limited.
  The Germans were defeated in Africa and were forced to seek victories on other fronts.
  The Japanese successes, however, reduced the intensity of air raids on the Third Reich's military-industrial facilities. This led to an increase in weapons production compared to historical figures. By the Battle of Kursk, the Nazis had more Panthers and Tigers, as well as aircraft. This creates a certain problem.
  But the Red Army is still stronger. Hirohito asks a perfectly reasonable question:
  - Are we going to help Germany's ally?
  Most of the Japanese military favored opening a second front. Admittedly, with the participation of the ninja. America had lost all of its aircraft carriers and large surface ships. Offensive operations in the Pacific were no longer possible. And Japan's hands were free. Moreover, the ninja themselves stole four aircraft carriers without damage. They also destroyed numerous aircraft. Several large ships were also captured. Overall, the campaign was a success.
  Or, more accurately, a series of campaigns. Which were marked by brilliant successes. America withdrew from the war. Or rather, offered a truce on any terms.
  Japan demanded an end to the bombing of the Third Reich and aid to the USSR. The United States also had to pressure Britain to also cease hostilities. The British reluctantly agreed. The Allies agreed to an armistice with the Third Reich and a prisoner exchange.
  Hitler again postponed the offensive at Kursk. He decided to first gather more forces and tanks from the Western Front and strengthen his troops.
  But then, on July 15, Stalin ordered an attack on Orel and Belgorod.
  Meanwhile, the Ninjas also stole an American transport carrying new Sherman tanks. And Margarita and the girls managed to pull off a far more daring operation. They stole 350 of the finest British Churchill tanks with reinforced armor from British factories and shipped them to Germany. The British died under the girls' swords. Furthermore, the beauties were very accurate at throwing sharp needles with their bare fingers, killing the soldiers. And what can you say? The British were shocked.
  The girls from Japan also stole two trucks full of gasoline. What a gift for the Third Reich.
  Therefore, the Red Army faced stubborn resistance from the very beginning.
  In defensive battles, the Ferdinand proved itself to be a practically excellent tank destroyer. The same went for the Tiger and the Panther. The latter vehicle, while prone to frequent breakdowns, wasn't a significant issue in defensive battles.
  Margarita, meanwhile, arrived at the front and personally fought against the Russians on the most dangerous Oryol front. It was here that the Soviet T-34s went into battle.
  The she-devil, along with her partner, Gella, pulled out tiny, barley-sized pieces of explosive. Using their nimble, girlish fingers, they began to hurl these grains at the tanks. The Soviet vehicles exploded and overturned with a deafening roar.
  Margarita shouted:
  - Banzai!
  Her barefoot partner Gella growled:
  - We will turn the planet into paradise!
  And she threw a tiny grenade... The Soviet vehicles exploded. There was a bang and sparks flew as two T-34s collided in mid-air. And then, the ammunition detonated. And the vehicles scattered like black pearls.
  Margarita again launched a few tiny grains with her chiseled, bare fingers and chirped:
  - I bring death!
  Her barefoot friend, Gella, yelped, also throwing deadly gifts:
  - In short, banzai!
  And both beauties burst out laughing. And again, with their bare feet, they began to hurl those grains of cumulative explosives. And everything was completely destroyed. A dozen larger KV tanks flipped over. And torn tracks, broken rollers spun above. And they rolled on, breaking apart. In the process, shooting down Soviet soldiers advancing on the attack.
  And both ninja girls giggle. Margarita and Gella are in full, furious attack! Now the sharp little needles come into play, thrown by the barefoot girls with their feet. And the Soviet attack runs out of steam. The Russian units, having suffered significant losses, stop and freeze. Margarita and Gella slammed lightning bolts from their scarlet nipples, a whole cascade.
  And the bare-legged bandits laugh... They grin like panthers!
  At the most interesting point, their sleep was interrupted, warm rain began to pour from the sky and the young man and two girls woke up.
  Margarita noted:
  - This is not just a dream!
  Gella confirmed:
  "In Hell, every dream is part of a game. We've played and fought! And now we can make love again."
  Yuri nodded with a smile:
  - What a great idea!
  And so the three of them, once again intertwined in a single ball, began passionately engaging in the most pleasurable and desirable act in the universe. And voluptuous moans and cries could be heard, Gella squealing like a buffalo at the slaughterhouse. And everyone was happy, Yuri was literally in seventh heaven.
  And at that moment, lightning struck this tangle, right into the thick of the bodies. The two girls and the boy screamed in horror and anguish. Then they were illuminated by a brilliant stream of light.
  And the Thunderous Voice of the Most High God sounded:
  "You've all gotten to me! I'm taking Yuri to heaven and erasing his memory! And you two devils will be taken there with him, but your memories will be preserved in full. And it will be torture for you to live in a world of love without sin!"
  And again, this time a thousand lightning bolts struck in one place. And the bodies of three eternally youthful beings left the Universe-Hell. It happened in the blink of an eye. Margarita, Gella, and Yuri, completely naked, found themselves in a distant, unfallen world, and the warm, diamond-like streams of the fountain poured down upon them, washing away the filth, both spiritual and physical.
  Lucifer's voice was heard:
  - Almighty, are you really taking my beloved daughters from the Underworld!
  A thunderous Voice was heard in response:
  - So be it! Because I said so!
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