Рыбаченко Олег Павлович
Stalin-Putin and the October Leaf Fall

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    It's October 1950. The USSR continues to recover from a protracted and bloody war with the Third Reich. Putin, in Stalin's body, rules the country. Soviet scientists are busy searching for a miracle weapon. And numerous heroes are having their own very cool adventures.
  Stalin-Putin and the October Leaf Fall
  ANNOTATION
  It's October 1950. The USSR continues to recover from a protracted and bloody war with the Third Reich. Putin, in Stalin's body, rules the country. Soviet scientists are busy searching for a miracle weapon. And numerous heroes are having their own very cool adventures.
  CHAPTER No 1.
  It's already October, and torrential rains have begun. Unpleasant weather. But an entire underground palace, complete with a planetarium and artificial sun, was built for Stalin-Putin. You can swim in a huge pool, while ultraviolet floodlights illuminate the area from above. So, while damp and slushy prevail, Stalin-Putin is comfortably settled and blissful. He sips mango juice. Putin has rid Stalin's body of his bad smoking habit and barely drinks. He has surrounded himself with the best enemies and hopes to live longer than the leader in real life.
  Moreover, there are many long-lived Georgians. True, Stalin's father didn't live very long, but that was because he was an alcoholic. But if a Georgian doesn't smoke or drink, and leads a healthy lifestyle, they can live a long time.
  Stalin-Putin, at least for now, doesn't want to leave. His economics chief is Voznesensky, an academic and Stalin's most talented People's Commissar, and a tough one at that!
  Beria, the head of the secret police, was also in his element. In real history, and Putin certainly knows this, Beria didn't poison Stalin. It was simply the leader's unhealthy lifestyle that took its toll: working late nights, constantly smoking excessively, and, well, Stalin drank alcohol in moderation, including good, natural Georgian wine. But he loved to get others drunk. He also didn't want to take blood pressure pills or get injections-he didn't trust chemicals. As a result, he suffered a stroke. And then there was Stalin's fear, which meant he didn't get help in time.
  Joseph Vissarionovich was no angel. He was afraid his own guards would strangle him.
  True, Putin himself, toward the end of his first life, began to suspect his entourage of conspiracies. The situation in Russia was deteriorating, Putin's popularity was declining, as was the war in Ukraine. And strong suspicions arose. Would the cunning and overly clever Mikhail Mishustin, for example, want to become tsar himself? Moreover, Putin had no intention of leaving or dying, nor of transferring power. And if he had been considering someone to hand over power, it would have been to his daughter, or even his grandson. But certainly not to Mishustin. And even if a transfer had occurred outside the family's options, Putin would have preferred someone from the St. Petersburg team. So he didn't trust this Mikhail. But he tolerated him because Mishustin had proven to be a truly brilliant prime minister who had achieved a true economic miracle. And there was no one comparable in ability who could replace Mikhail Mishustin. But in the end, Putin seized the moment and removed Mishustin. And after that, Russia"s economy collapsed, and the war continued.
  So Putin left his post in a very difficult situation for Russia. One might even say critical. And then the USSR governed in such a way that Hitler conquered almost the entire world.
  Now we need to somehow salvage this situation. There were other ideas besides the simplest and most obvious: creating an atomic bomb. But in real history, even in the twenty-first century, creating a laser weapon comparable to engineer Garin's hyperboloid proved impossible.
  But try to do this now, when the country is completely destroyed?
  But don't despair. The main thing is that Hitler doesn't attack prematurely. Otherwise, they'll come up with something.
  Stalin-Putin splashed around in the pool with some very beautiful girls in bikinis. The girls were very curvy. They had abs like chocolate bars. And very graceful, barefoot feet with rounded heels.
  Stalin-Putin reached out and ran his index finger along the foot of one such girl. And she purred with pleasure. It really was so wonderful.
  The leader of all times and peoples leaned over and kissed the girl on her abs, which, with their slabs, resembled a chocolate bar. And she purred with delight again.
  Stalin-Putin sighed heavily. He devours girls with his eyes, but what can he do? His flesh has aged and decayed. Even in his previous life, Putin was no young man. The length of time he's been in power is a mere abyss. He can't even remember the days when he didn't have to answer for everyone and decide the fate of the world.
  You could say those were happy times, and you didn't bend under the weight of colossal responsibility.
  Stalin-Putin thought about the joy and pleasure he would take if he were a boy in shorts, padding his bare feet through the summer grass and feeling the pleasant, exciting tickling. And how wonderful it would be to run around in the summer-the most wonderful time of childhood. When you don't have to go to school, and everything seems so fun and truly wonderful.
  Stalin-Putin swam up and kissed the Komsomol girl's bare foot, gracefully rounded at the heel. He truly looked like a sultan here.
  The leader wanted to have some more modern fun. For example, play a military-economic strategy game. In his past life, he was quite fond of it, despite his lack of time.
  And they made special games for him, designed for the enormous power of his computer. Not to mention games for ordinary people, like the World War II game Alex, which, hilariously enough, features Moscow with four huts and a picture of St. Basil's Cathedral.
  And his games are massive. The screen is the size of an entire wall. And imagine how colossal the maps are. They contain billions of units. And you play on a vast, immeasurable scale, surpassing planet Earth.
  Even in the Entente, in its primitive form, you can kill tens of thousands of soldiers in an hour. In this game, infantry is quickly churned out and expended. Resources are plentiful, and a private soldier only requires grain and a little iron. Set their production to infinity. And then send troops to the slaughter. Machine guns mow down quickly. And you can kill so many people-it's incredible.
  But Putin, of course, has much larger and more advanced games. For example, you play World War II. First, you fight the Third Reich and its satellites. Then you unite with Japan and fight Britain with its satellites and colonies, and the United States. And then, having defeated them, you attack Japan. And so you conquer all the countries of the world. And planet Earth is yours.
  You don't have to play as Stalin; you can also play as Hitler, Roosevelt, or Churchill. It's also fun to play as Hirohito and conquer the world with Japan.
  But these are complex strategies that require many hours of play.
  In his vulgar life, Putin made extensive use of body doubles-it was safer. And so he had a lot of free time. The body doubles were also specially trained to deliver speeches, which made their work easier.
  The war with Ukraine was also akin to a similar strategy. It was also a fascinating battle, dragging on for years. But that's what made it so interesting. It's like you're playing a game, and you forget that hundreds of thousands of people are dying for real. And women, children, and the elderly suffer. But you, like Napoleon, puff yourself up and keep marching. And more and more blood flows.
  So the Taliban struck Tajikistan. They couldn't take it anymore. They needed a war, so they unleashed it against Russia. And after defeating the US, why not strike in the north, especially since they have a free hand?
  Stalin-Putin muttered something inaudible and grabbed the girl's bare, tanned, muscular, graceful foot. He squeezed it slightly, tickled the sole, and sang:
  There are women in our Russia,
  Why are they driving a plane, jokingly!
  What is the most beautiful thing in the universe?
  That will kill all the enemies!
  
  They are born to win,
  Why should Rus' be glorified throughout the world?
  After all, our mighty grandfathers,
  They were going to collect everything for them at once!
  
  Giants stand at the machine,
  Their power is such that they destroy everyone!
  We are the children of the Fatherland, united -
  A line of soldiers is marching!
  
  Grief cannot break us,
  The evil fire attacked without power!
  Where the torch used to burn...
  The spotlight is now blazing!
  
  Everything in our country is a torch for the light,
  Cars, roads, bridges!
  And victories are sung in songs -
  We are the falcons of light - eagles!
  
  Let us glorify our Fatherland boldly,
  We will lead you to the steep peaks!
  We are like pioneers in space -
  And we'll wring the necks of the fascists!
  
  Let's catch up with everyone from Mars,
  Let's open the way to Centauri!
  There will be those who fear the predator,
  And who is kind and honest to love!
  
  Russia is the dearest country of all,
  There is something to be proud of, believe me!
  No need to talk nonsense...
  Be human, don't be a beast!
  
  Let's reach the edge of the universe,
  We will build a granite fortress there!
  And whoever lost repentance,
  Whoever attacks the Fatherland will be beaten!
  
  What's next - there's little imagination,
  But believe me, we will resurrect the dead!
  We will tear out the sting of death with a jerk,
  To the glory of immortal Rus'!
  The lyrics are good, but the singing came out somehow hoarse and off-key. Not quite what was needed. Stalin-Putin stumbled.
  The girls helped him out of the pool. The chieftain lay down on the mattress. A couple of girls, almost girls, began walking barefoot on his back, which was quite pleasant.
  Stalin-Putin was having a blast. And he couldn't care less about the country's numerous problems. He's the coolest and scariest.
  I remembered a strategy game where he played as Hitler. You enter the cheat code and add ten thousand Panther-2 tanks with crews, back in 1941. Then you play. It turns out pretty cool. Although it could be the other way around. The Panther-2, with its powerful armament and decent frontal armor, is perhaps even more dangerous than the IS-2.
  And it creates real problems.
  Stalin-Putin thought that, in real history, the USSR was lucky to have allies, and not the other way around. After all, Churchill and Roosevelt could easily have helped Hitler, especially the ardent anti-communist Churchill. Stalin was lucky in that case. But what if, say, the allies had maintained friendly neutrality? Would the USSR have been able to win? Much would have depended on the operational and tactical skill of the generals on both sides. For example, at Stalingrad, the Nazis fought unconventionally, and therefore were defeated and suffered a defeat that, with more skillful command, might not have happened! There was also an element of luck here for the USSR.
  However, there were many accidents on both sides in that war. Could Hitler have won? Theoretically, he could, especially if Japan had opened a second front in the Far East. In that case, the likelihood of Moscow falling would have increased dramatically, especially in November, when the slush had frozen over and the severe frosts had not yet set in. And without the Far Eastern divisions, Moscow might not have been held. And, of course, Hitler made many other miscalculations. In particular, the OKW calculated that thirty-six full-fledged tank divisions were needed to carry out the Barbarossa plans. But of all the Panzerfahl divisions the Third Reich had, twenty-one were still understrength. And then there was the need to occupy Europe and fight in Africa.
  To achieve this, the Third Reich's economy would have had to be converted to a war footing back in 1939. Then the OKW's plans for tank production would have been fulfilled, and the Wehrmacht, having received three thousand more tanks, would have been able to implement the Barbarossa plan within the required timeframe.
  And the German tanks weren't very good either. For example, the more powerful T-5 tank never entered production. Although the vehicle-two cannons and four machine guns with a more powerful engine-would have been useful during the Blitzkrieg, it was practically overkill.
  Overall, Hitler greatly underestimated his opponents, and the Third Reich didn't exert itself particularly hard in the first years of World War II. This was also one of the reasons for the Germans' defeat. Yes, they made an effort, but World War II required not just increased efforts, but extreme ones.
  Stalin's USSR, for example, went to extraordinary lengths from the very beginning, and that's why it won. And Putin's Russia didn't wage the war against Ukraine at full force. They even tried to cut defense spending during the war-isn't that idiotic? How can you wage a serious war and still try to achieve four percent annual inflation? And that hasn't always worked out even in peacetime.
  Looking back on your past from the outside, you realize what an idiot you were. And how you truly ruined the country. Yes, sporting events require extra effort, just like war. But during the long years of war between Russia and Ukraine, there was precisely no extra effort! And that was the paradox.
  And Hitler also screwed up, which is paradoxical. While Germany fought at half strength, it was winning. But when it began to lose and overextend itself, it couldn't even slow down the Allied and Soviet forces. Which doesn't quite fit the logic of war.
  However, Hitler bears considerable personal responsibility for the defeat of the Third Reich. Instead of investing in the E-25 self-propelled gun, which could have slowed Soviet tanks for a long time, the Führer wasted designers' time on the Maus, or E-100, a giant tank with no prospects for mass production.
  Yes, the E-10 and E-25 self-propelled guns could have become a big problem for the Red Army.
  Stalin-Putin ordered a film to be shown to him. It would be interesting, something to unwind and invigorate him.
  Here's the first episode: three handsome, fair-haired boys of about thirteen in shorts, their bare feet slapping through the frost-covered spring grass, leaving footprints, raising their horns. And they blast loudly.
  It's a labor camp, a pioneer camp. Children should be taught to tredy from childhood. Moreover, televisions are almost never produced in the USSR, so there's nothing to entertain them with. Although they did make one with a large screen and in color for Stalin personally.
  The leader watches with pleasure. The pioneers usually march and sing a lot. Their voices are so clear:
  From pole to pole,
  There is no army stronger...
  We fight without fear,
  For happiness for people!
  
  And Stalin the wings of a falcon,
  The light gives hope...
  The blow of a steel hammer,
  The dawn has dawned upon us!
  Stalin-Putin suddenly felt melancholy and ordered the television turned off. No, that's not what he wants. This barefoot pioneer scene reminds him of how old he is. And that this body is over seventy. Although, of course, that's not the limit. Zyuganov was over eighty, yet he held on to the Communist Party's leadership with a death grip. Although his image worked more to the party's detriment than to its advantage.
  One of the reasons for Zyuganov's continued viability was the Kremlin's support. It really is very advantageous when your main opponent is old, sick, and completely senile. Compared to him, you somehow look younger.
  It's like a joke about Ronald Reagan. He was asked how he managed to look younger in a picture of himself riding a horse. And Ronald replied: "I ride an old horse."
  The communists, too, are weak, cowardly, having completely lost their Leninist principles, and the most advantageous opponents for the authorities. And if a new, less archaic party had emerged, things would have been worse for Putin. Zyuganov was even more frightening - on many issues, he is far more conservative and aggressive than Putin himself and United Russia.
  It's time to howl with delight. The liberals' leaders have vanished. And Yavlinsky is... a self-seeker and a coward! And a disgrace to liberalism.
  Stalin-Putin ordered the screen to be turned on again. Why not watch further?
  Here, part of the film has already passed, and we see two boys dragging an anti-tank mine on a wire. They slip it under the tread of an enemy vehicle. And then Hitler's Panther drives up, and there's an explosion. The rollers fly off in all directions.
  And then follows a pioneer song, performed by ringing, children's voices:
  I have to do this,
  This is my destiny...
  If not me, then who, who!
  Who if not me!
  And then they show a girl picking mushrooms. Her small, childish feet are bare and red from the cold. But the girl, about eight years old, is watching the Germans closely, taking notes. The Nazis already suspect the boys of being spies, but the fair sex is more trustworthy.
  Moreover, the girl is small, and she has such light hair, braided. One of the Nazi soldiers, when she came closer, even gave her a candy.
  The girl scout squeaked:
  - Thank you for your support!
  The fascists laughed and clapped their hands. It really was funny. And the girl's bare soles sparkled with blue dust. And it was beautiful.
  The girl, however, didn't give up on her task. She approached the Germans and invited them to listen to a song. She began singing with great enthusiasm, and her voice was so clear. And she began to dance.
  The Nazis threw coals under the child's bare soles. They were calloused from long periods of walking barefoot. And the girl danced quite beautifully. And it was so dexterous. And the little girl's calloused feet weren't afraid of the coals, and they didn't feel any pain.
  Stalin-Putin noted:
  - What a kid! A real yogi!
  The girl took the coal with her bare toes, threw it up in the air and sang:
  I see a butterfly in flight,
  Rolled out a hot coal!
  I see a bumblebee flying into the window,
  And again it"s light around me!
  The kids are truly amazing. And you could even say they're cool.
  The girl distracts the Nazis, while two boys swim toward the bridge to plant explosives. Now that's really cool.
  The water is freezing cold, and the boys are skinny, tanned, and wearing swimming trunks. And yet they swim, even though there are still some ice floes sticking out here and there. But will that stop a pioneer?
  Stalin-Putin sang:
  In the name of the immortal ideas of communism,
  We see the future of our country...
  And to the red banner of the left fatherland,
  We will always be selflessly faithful!
  One of the Komsomol girls noted:
  "The word 'left Fatherland' sounds somewhat ambiguous! It could be misunderstood!"
  Stalin-Putin took it and roared:
  - May the bald Fuhrer die!
  And he asked for a glass of wine. And it looked great.
  A film showed Nazis interrogating a boy. They tied the child's hands behind his back with wire. They began to beat him with a whip, first made of rawhide. Then they took the wire and began to beat him with such force that his skin split. After the boy, who looked about eleven years old, was slashed and slashed, they sprinkled salt and pepper on the wounds. The child screamed and howled in excruciating pain.
  And then they pulled a red-hot plate under his bare feet. And the boy let out a deafening howl. And lost consciousness from the pain.
  Stalin-Putin noted:
  - You're filming the right thing! Let them see the Nazis' atrocities and hate them even more!
  Then things got even more interesting... The pioneers made a small toy car and used it to throw explosives under the train tracks.
  The twist is that the young Leninists were destroying the track near the bridge. If they simply blew up the rails, they'd be quickly restored. But if they blew up the bridge, that would be fantastic. As it is, even German shepherds couldn't prevent something like that. And the cars carried a mixture of coal dust and TNT. Then it suddenly exploded with great force.
  The young Leninists worked well.
  Stalin-Putin noted:
  - Our kids are great! This is super!
  The film was in color and well-shot. It showed the formidable Tiger-3, a vehicle weighing nearly ninety-five tons and armed with a powerful cannon. This vehicle has been recreated in computer games in the twenty-first century. It resembled a much-grown Tiger-2, not the most sophisticated vehicle with a high silhouette and insufficient maneuverability. However, it had good protection, not only in the front but also in the sides. Of the Soviet tanks, only the IS-7 could compete with it. And of the American tanks, only the T-93 self-propelled guns could compete, and even that vehicle had oversized howitzers, making it difficult to hit a moving target, and its rate of fire was rather slow. The British only had the Tortilla self-propelled gun, although even that was weaker than the German tank.
  But the Nazis upgraded the Tiger-3 to the Tiger-4, which featured a gas turbine engine. And then they were supplanted by pyramidal tanks. These vehicles were practically impenetrable from every angle. Even the IS-7 was no match for them.
  Stalin and Putin cursed under their breath... It would be better not to mention Germany's total technological superiority. That would be very scary. Even in the twenty-first century, pyramidal tanks hadn't appeared, and then they appeared. Apparently, war stimulates the genius of designers. In particular, the E series had the most advanced layout of the 1940s. And the Germans still haven't come up with a better one, and neither have the Russians.
  And then pyramid-shaped tanks appeared. And that was amazing, something that couldn't be surpassed.
  Stalin-Putin watched the rest of the film. The main characters are, of course, children, but there are also a couple of Komsomol members. They wear short skirts and are also barefoot. They are tanned, but have blond hair.
  Stalin's body had Putin's soul, and Putin preferred blond hair, but also tanned skin. Stalin, judging by his memory, preferred black hair. And under Stalin, black women were more common in films. In general, beautiful women were rare in Soviet films.
  Things aren't going smoothly with this right now, either. As is the case with cinema in many countries.
  Indian cinema, to be honest, has a lot of beautiful, fair-haired women. And they try to choose actors who aren't too dark.
  Stalin-Putin noted that the Komsomol member, for example, was a very accurate shot. But the true masterpiece was throwing a boomerang with bare toes, cutting off the heads of Nazis.
  And how the scarlet blood splatters from it. Now that's really cool.
  And what if a naked, girlish heel tosses an explosive packet? That would be even better!
  Here's a girl firing a burst from a machine gun, and a whole line of fascists falls. And they're scattered like a checkerboard pattern.
  Here's another girl caught by the Nazis. And, of course, they hung her on the rack. Typical torture with roasting bare soles. Nothing new. Except the stock is oak and heavy. And steel hooks are attached to it.
  Stalin-Putin exclaimed:
  - What bastards!
  The Komsomol girl remarked with a smile:
  "The Nazis don't usually roast your heels on the rack during interrogations. That's an anachronism dating back to the Middle Ages!"
  Stalin-Putin muttered:
  - I know that, but this is simpler and clearer!
  But here's the Komsomol member, tortured, being led away to be hanged. And she steps with her bare, scorched feet, through the snow-not fake, but real. And somehow she even feels better. And the pain of the cold subsides.
  But in the movie, of course, it's not like in real life. Another Komsomol member, along with a children's detachment, attacked the Nazis. It's not entirely believable that boys aged ten to fourteen are attacking in the winter snow, barefoot and in shorts. And the girls are also barefoot, and in short skirts. But it's even more interesting this way. It's happening wonderfully.
  And they pile up the fascists. Three of Hitler's tanks and four self-propelled guns are also set ablaze, and the debris flies into the air. And scatters far and wide in all directions.
  And the girl, having avoided the noose, jumps off and sings:
  When I joined the Komsomol as a young girl,
  She took an oath of allegiance to the Fatherland...
  To be faithful to duty is a law for me,
  And do not regret even life for the truth!
  
  The front was approaching Moscow - a fire was burning,
  We changed our dresses for overcoats and backpacks!
  And let the formidable horde of fascists -
  It is not fitting for us to be afraid of girls!
  
  After all, the strength of the Russians does not accept shame,
  She has boundless devotion to Russia!
  We will tear the enemy in half,
  To make humanity happier!
  
  I fought, setting Tiger tanks on fire,
  And she blew up the predator with a grenade!
  War is a very scary ring,
  She is the cruel retribution of idleness!
  
  There is no example of valor in life,
  When you fight in such a way that the Fritzes are shocked!
  When, barefoot hungry pioneer,
  Managed to become a test for the enemy with a machine gun!
  
  But, alas, I was born unhappy,
  The poor girl was captured...
  Well, I pray to Christ, where is God's power?
  To throw the hellish flock off its pedestal!
  
  But God doesn't hear - they beat the girl painfully,
  They pulled the brazier up to their bare heels...
  But I still know that fascism is kaput,
  Sadists are waiting for you - a tornado: shells, bullets!
  
  I didn"t hand anyone over to the rack,
  Under torture, only the monster laughed...
  After all, your business is still crap,
  It may hurt, but believe me, just a little!
  
  I was tormented for several weeks,
  But still the girl didn"t break!
  And how can these executioners not be lazy?
  For them, beauties only bring joy to flour!
  
  Then they led me to hang him in rags,
  This is the role God has commanded us to play...
  And frozen lumps of damp earth,
  A girl's bare feet are kings!
  
  The noose wrapped around the neck and squeezed,
  The executioner struck the box under his feet...
  The evil ruler, Satan, laughs,
  His mercenaries trample him under their boots!
  
  I died and my soul flies to heaven,
  Christ already greets us smiling!
  After all, the Orthodox faith is a shield,
  He is like the color of lilac in lush May!
  CHAPTER No 2.
  Oleg Rybachenko is building cities in Africa and laying a railroad. Russian troops have reached the Equator. And so they, too, are hastily constructing a fortress.
  In the meantime, the eternal boy decided to pee:
  Andrei Chikatilo, in the body of a boy, was undergoing another test with a psychologist. Sin is a disease, and a maniac is a kind of mentally ill person. But a lot also depends on the body. Chikatilo was chemically imbalanced in his past life. And when he was given a new, young, and physically healthy body after death, his mind somehow felt better.
  By God's will, the notorious maniac resided in the harsher level of Hell-Purgatory. There he worked and studied. Furthermore, in the first years, he was subjected to additional punishment. The maniac was flogged by his victims. Since they were mostly children, almost all of them immediately found themselves in the softer level of Hell. Most of them had already moved on to Heaven. And there, in this universe, it's a wonderful place: entertainment, pleasure, and travel are plentiful, and prayer and work are only optional.
  Some victims even said they were lucky to die young. Children who were still spoiled or vicious in their tender years were sometimes retained in the preferential level of Hell; they were often even left in the harsher regimes of Purgatory. Furthermore, there were also children whose souls hadn't quite ascended to Heaven; they were also slightly restrained. A kind of re-education was underway...
  And so, after death, a child spent fifty years in a children's sanatorium, with only two hours of occupational therapy, and only two or three times a week, and two hours of school and plenty of entertainment. Even infants weren't allowed into heaven right away-their cultural level had to be raised. And they had to be taught to pray. In Hell-Purgatory, they do pray a lot and fervently. But at the privileged level, they don't kneel, and the prayers are shorter.
  But still, while you're in hell, you must pray. And only in Heaven can prayer be voluntary and from a pure heart.
  Andrei Chikatilo sincerely repented of his crimes. But he was still being disciplined, and his sins were extremely grave. But if a hundred years pass after his imprisonment in the stricter level, and he improves, then he could be transferred to the lighter, stricter level of Purgatory.
  A boy of about fourteen, Andreyka, was drawing some squares, and then some zeros... The angel-psychologist looked at this and noted with a grin:
  - No, that won't do! You need virtual tests! Then maybe you'll improve!
  Andreyka asked with a sweet smile:
  - And these are like virtual tests?
  The she-devil psychologist replied:
  - You, boy, will be transferred to a virtual world. And there you will be able to prove yourself!
  Andreyka asked with a smile:
  - Will there be adventures?
  The angel-psychologist replied:
  - Through the roof! Okay, say your prayers and get to work!
  Chikatilo knelt down and, folding his hands, said a prayer. His lips glorified God.
  And then, slapping his bare feet, the boy went to work under escort.
  Andreyka was happy in anticipation of new adventures and his soul literally sang.
  Work was also easy for his toil-hardened, perfect body. The other muscular boys also perked up. Andreyka was burning with impatience for his shift to finally end. That would be absolutely wonderful.
  Loading stones and then pushing the cart with another half-naked boy, Andreyka thought that God was far more merciful and compassionate than the priests, especially the Protestant ones, claimed. And the Catholics, with their doctrine of purgatory, were closest to the truth. But Jesus really did say: "You will be locked in prison, and I swear you will not leave until you pay every penny." In other words, a person can pay for their sins and enter Paradise. Because there is the Grace of the Most High God, the Son of Jesus Christ, who abolished all our sins with His sacrifice. And He gave every person the opportunity to eventually enter Paradise, regardless of the gravity of their sins.
  But of course, first you need to go through the path of correction and become better.
  Chikatilo significantly expanded his knowledge during his long decades in Hell-Purgatory. In class, they studied the Hyperphysics of the Future, literary classics, and religious books. Not only the Bible, but also tradition, including the Quran, the Vedas, and Buddhism. For even non-Christian teachings contain a grain of truth. One might recall Plato, Aristotle, Socrates, Cicero, Seneca, and others.
  Even the atheist Epicurus has some things worthy of attention, as do Plutarch and others.
  And there's occupational therapy for the sinners-to refine them. Their bodies are like those of teenagers, very muscular, and the young prisoners don't get too tired.
  Chikatilo dreams of love. But finding a woman to correspond with at the hardened level is extremely difficult, as there are far fewer female major criminals than male ones, and there aren't enough women to go around.
  Chikatilo sighs heavily. Even in his past life, his conscience had tormented him: why did he kill innocent children? Taking a child's life is so vile and despicable!
  But he couldn't stop. And this, of course, was his curse.
  The prisoner boy Geppi remarked:
  - I see you are thinking about something sublime?
  Andreyka answered with a sigh:
  "Whenever I remember my sacrifice, I feel so sad and depressed. How could you sink so low, ...
  Geppi nodded with a sigh:
  "I've killed people too. Mostly adults, but I've also encountered children. But most of my victims were bad guys!"
  
  Chikatilo wanted to say something, but the devil-overseer shouted at him, threatening to whip him.
  The boys continued working. Time passed slowly. Andreyka was bored, looking at the muscular, tanned bodies and shaved heads of the boys. They're all handsome here in Hell, and the girls are probably staring. Ah, if only they could at least move up to the strict level. There are more women there, and you can meet once a month and do whatever you want during the date.
  And because their bodies are perfect, the girls have no problem reaching orgasm, and they're eager to make love. And that's great-their bodies are so beautiful.
  But finally the gong sounds. And the prison boys kneel and pray. After work comes prayer, a special and fervent one.
  Afterwards, the boys are taken to the showers, where they wash up, and then have a rather modest dinner. They might even be allowed to play a simple game or read a book. Then comes prayer and bedtime.
  In the shower, the teenagers scrubbed the dirt off their feet with a washcloth. After that, prayer again.
  But Chikatilo wasn't invited to dinner. He was separated from the other boys and sent to a separate room. As soon as he entered, everything around him began spinning, like a blizzard.
  And so the boy found himself in some special world. All around was the jungle.
  And with orange leaves. And it's beautiful.
  Chikatilo looked around. The climate was pleasant. The forest was all around, very beautiful to look at. Even the fruits growing there were exotic. Some looked like those from Earth: bananas, pineapples, large oranges, and some were unusual and exotic.
  After work, Andreyka is hungry and wants to fill his empty stomach. He runs up to a bunch of bananas, kneels down, and says a prayer out of habit. Then he carefully peels off the skin.
  The thought of poisoning flashed through his mind. But he was already in Hell. Which meant he was already dead. So what was he afraid of? And the bananas were wonderful, sweet, juicy, and very tasty.
  Chikatilo restrained the urge to eat until he was full. On the more severe level of Hell, he didn't eat until he was full. But he still had enough calories; the boy didn't look emaciated, but rather muscular, sinewy, lean, and perhaps even handsome. The boy and former maniac looked in the mirror, and it reflected his reflection. He wasn't bad, even though he was still a teenager. That age of fourteen, when you still have childish features, but more mature ones are beginning to emerge. And you're especially handsome at that age. Your body isn't massive, but your muscles are tiled, and your skin is tanned to a bronze hue.
  Chikatilo crossed himself and said:
  - Thank you, Lord, for giving me, a bloody maniac, young, healthy, beautiful flesh!
  After which the boy slid down from the tree. Nearby was a purple brick path. Andreyka remarked to himself:
  - I think we should follow this path!
  And the boy ran across the grass, splashing his bare feet, and jumping up and down, he sang:
  Along a pretty path,
  Barefoot boys' feet...
  I'm tired of milking the cow,
  I want to tease my happiness!
  I'm not an evil maniac anymore,
  I'll give you an elbow in the snout!
  And Chakotila kept running. He was having a blast. Suddenly, ahead, she spotted a white pole with red stripes jutting out of the middle of the road. Chained to this pole was a boy of about twelve, badly lashed, wearing only swimming trunks. His arms were raised in chains, and his bare feet were shackled. Besides the whip marks, the boy's tanned body bore burn marks, and it was clear that the child's feet were also covered in blisters and soot.
  But despite the cruel torture the boy was subjected to, his gaze was clear, and he even found the strength to smile and said:
  - What are you staring at? Free me from the chains!
  Andreyka asked with surprise:
  - And who are you?
  The boy answered confidently:
  - I'm Malchish-Kibalchish! You probably know about me!
  The former maniac exclaimed:
  - Yes, I know! We've been told this tale since childhood! You were obviously tortured by the bourgeoisie, and you didn't reveal a military secret to them!
  The boy nodded and replied:
  "I was tortured, burned with pincers, given five hundred lashes and three shakings, my bare heels were roasted at the stake. And they even shocked me with electricity until I lost consciousness. But I didn't tell them anything. So they transported me to this wonderful world, chained me to a post, and left me to die slowly!"
  Andreyka looked at the chains. He tugged at them; each link was as thick as the thumb of a large, grown man. He noted:
  - Wow! You need a tool to saw them off!
  Malchish-Kibalchish replied:
  "No tool can remove this chain. It's enchanted by the best and most powerful mage of the bourgeoisie. But there is a way, and it will fall on its own..."
  Andreyka asked with a sigh:
  - And what is this method?
  Malchish-Kibalchish replied:
  "Press the button and a hologram of the devil will appear. He'll ask you three riddles. Answer them, and the chains will fall. But if you're wrong, you'll find yourself chained to death!"
  The former maniac whistled:
  - Cool! It's just like in the movies!
  Malchish-Kibalchish noted:
  - You can refuse! If I die, I'll go to Hell, and maybe we'll see each other again!
  Andreyka noted:
  "Hell-Purgatory is a place for the re-education of real people's souls. And you're a character invented by Arkady Gaidar!"
  Malchish-Kibalchish exclaimed:
  "Don't say that! I felt real pain from the burns and the whips, and I shuddered when they ran the current through me. And it was so painful, I had to literally muster up all my willpower. And then they say I don't have a soul! No, I have an immortal soul, just like everyone else!"
  Chikatilo hastened to answer:
  - Yes, I believe in your soul! And the bourgeoisie will answer!
  Malchish-Kibalchish asked:
  "Are you ready to press the button!? Remember, after this, there will be no turning back. Either answer the questions, or you'll die painfully of thirst and cold, chained up in chains!"
  Andreyka answered with a smile:
  - Dying a second time isn't scary! I'm ready!
  And the boy confidently pressed the button. A chuckle was heard, and a hologram of the imp popped out. It was quite large, and the horned creature chirped:
  - Well, little man. Are you ready to answer questions?
  Chikatilo nodded his head and replied:
  - If you've taken on the task, don't say you're not strong enough!
  The devil nodded and added:
  - But remember, if you make a mistake even once, you will die here in chains and torment!
  Andreyka asked, clarifying:
  - Should the question be answered precisely, or is it enough to give a general answer?
  The devil giggled and squeaked:
  - Precisely! And no general answers!
  Chikatilo gurgled:
  - Can I appeal to a higher cassation court?
  The creature with horns giggled and asked:
  - What kind of highest cassation instance is this?
  Andreyka lowered his voice and answered:
  - This is the judgment of the twenty-four saints!
  The devil squeaked and replied:
  - No, I will decide myself whether you answered or not!
  Chikatilo jokingly remarked:
  - What about calling a friend? After all, the game Guess the Million Dollars includes calling a friend!
  The devil squeaked:
  - What kind of game is this?
  Andreyka replied:
  It's a game where a person answers various questions. They're given either a hint from the audience, a call to a friend, or a 50/50 decision!
  The creature with horns muttered:
  - Okay, enough slacking off! Let me ask you questions. By the way, if you lose, I'll tickle your bare heels with an ostrich feather, boy!
  Andreyka stamped his bare foot and hissed:
  - Fuck, tibidoh, tibidoh, uh!
  The devil squeaked in fear:
  - What kind of spell is this?
  The boy, a former maniac, replied:
  - Is this what old man Hottabych usually said when he pulled a hair out of his beard?
  The devil said with a grin:
  - Why couldn't he do magic any other way?
  Andreyka grinned and remarked:
  - And this is already the fourth question!
  The creature with horns squeaked:
  - Like the fourth?
  The maniac boy nodded:
  - You've already asked me three questions and answered them! And this is already the fourth question!
  The devil hit himself on the head and exclaimed:
  - Well done! You outsmarted the Demon of Riddles himself! Okay, I'll free your Malchish-Kibalchish!
  And the little animal stamped its hooves. And then the chains fell away, and the boy they had bound was free. Boy-Kibalshish landed. He gasped at the touch of his bare soles on the heated stone, and lowered his hands, which was also quite painful.
  The boy groaned, but held back his moans and noted:
  - My body is numb, but it will pass!
  Andreyka asked:
  - Can you walk?
  Malchish-Kibalchish answered confidently:
  "It's a bit painful to step on the burnt soles, of course, but it's okay if you gather your willpower. Besides, I'm still a child, and children's skin heals quickly. Especially in Hell!"
  The maniac boy asked:
  - Is this also Hell?
  Malchish-Kibalchish answered with a smile:
  - One of its branches! The Almighty has many abodes, and Hell is divided across the entire universe, as is Paradise!
  Andreyka confirmed:
  - Paradise is practically infinite, as is the Omnipotence of the Most High God!
  Malchish-Kibalchish noted:
  - My throat is dry! I need some freshly squeezed juice!
  And the freed young captive took a few steps. And it was obvious they were painful. His arms moved as if made of wood. Nevertheless, Malchish-Kibalchish remained agile.
  Chikatilo helped him pick a fairly large fruit and squeezed it with his hands. The boy-Kibalchish began to drink. Juice trickled down his face. The legendary child's teeth were intact. Apparently, they hadn't thought to drill them. The boy-Kibalchish drank greedily, and his spirits grew stronger, his eyes brightening. Even though his childish face was bruised, the young warrior had already picked another fruit and drunk from it as well. And it was clear he was enjoying it.
  Andreyka also drank, but decided it was better not to fill his belly. But otherwise, it was still good.
  Malchish-Kibalchish drank a little more and licked his lips and replied:
  - Beauty! Or as the people of the future say - hyperquasaric!
  The two boys ate another banana. And Malchish-Kabalchish stretched out on a leaf and muttered:
  - My back is sore! Let me rest! Let my muscles loosen up a bit from the stretching.
  And a boy in swimming trunks, covered in scrapes and bruises, burns and blisters, lay on a leaf. It was quite touching.
  Andreyka, also tired after ten hours of work in the quarries, prayed on his knees out of habit. He even began to sing:
  Evil is proud of its power
  And the fact that the majority came to terms with it,
  But can you and I forgive ourselves?
  When we don"t teach evil a lesson!
  After which he lay down... And passed out, quickly, like a youth, just as he had gotten used to falling asleep quickly in Hell. And this time, there were dreams.
  He saw something interesting...
  A beautiful girl rode on a horse, almost naked in a skimpy bikini and barefoot. Or rather, not even on a horse, but on a snow-white unicorn with a golden mane. And the girl was an extraordinary, dazzling beauty. She was tanned, and her hair flowed in waves, sparkling with the brightness of gold leaf. And on her head was a crown sparkling with diamonds.
  Behind her, too, rode girls, some on unicorns, others on horses. The warriors came in all colors, but were mostly fair-haired, and almost all of them were tanned and quite beautiful.
  The boy Chikatilo whistled:
  - Wow! This is so cool!
  Malchish-Kibalchish appeared next to him. Both boys found themselves on unicorns at once. And both were still wearing only swimming trunks. But the heroic boy's cuts and burns had disappeared. It was clear he was beautifully muscled and well-built.
  The boy held a gong in his right hand, and suddenly he blew it. And the numerous horsewomen reared their horses and unicorns.
  Andreyka sang:
  Girls are dashing warriors,
  They are capable of crushing Sodom...
  Blue distances await us ahead,
  And the evil fascists, a furious defeat!
  There were several thousand girls, all mounted. Armed with swords or bows, and some with crossbows. They smelled of expensive perfume. Despite their minimal clothing, some of the beauties wore beads, earrings, tiaras, rings, and much more.
  Andreyka noted:
  - What a wonderful world! How wonderful it is to have so many girls. And they smell simply incredible!
  There were indeed a great many girls, and they were resplendent with beauty. But it was clear this cavalry army was rushing off to battle. And it seemed the idyll wouldn't last long.
  Malchish-Kibalchish noted:
  "The fair sex is wonderful! Especially when the girls are young. But on Earth, it's just terrible what age does to women!"
  Chikatilo agreed:
  - Yes, that's true! Planet Earth is worse than Hell! But in the underworld of purgatory, thanks to the Most Merciful and Compassionate God, even the most hardened sinners and maniacs, like me, are given youthful, and very healthy flesh! That is the greatest Grace of the Most High God!
  The boy Kibalchish answered with a smile:
  - Yes, that's true... The Bolsheviks claimed that God doesn't exist, otherwise it's not clear why He allows such chaos on Earth!
  Andreyka answered with a smile:
  "That's so there's freedom of choice. On Earth, the Almighty allows evil and free will, and even injustice, so that everyone can express themselves as they wish. And then, after death, an ideal order awaits them, albeit one that allows for some freedom, in Hell-Purgatory, and the absolute freedom with moral limitations of Heaven!"
  Malchish-Kibalchish continued to hop around; everything around him was quite beautiful. Flowers grew five or six meters tall, with lush buds.
  He suddenly asked:
  "You said that grace reaches even maniacs like you?" Malchish-Kibalchish asked in surprise.
  - Are you a maniac?
  Andreyka said with a sigh:
  - Unfortunately, yes! I myself am very ashamed and unpleasant to remember this. I killed innocent children for my own pleasure. How vile and disgusting that is!
  Malchish-Kibalchish was surprised:
  - Can killing people be enjoyable?
  Chikatilo noted:
  "It's some kind of mental illness and anomaly. The Marquis de Sade brilliantly described something like this in his works. True, he had a rich and twisted imagination, but he himself never did anything like that!"
  Malchish-Kibalchish took and sang:
  Dreamer, you called me,
  Dreamer, you and I are not a couple!
  You are smart and beautiful like a fairy,
  Well, as for me, I love you more and more!
  Andreyka said with a sigh:
  - But how ashamed and disgusted I am about this! How morally degraded one must be, and not just morally!
  Malchish-Kibalchish noted:
  - Yes, unfortunately, that happens. And what happened to the Bolsheviks? I heard they also underwent a moral degeneration!?
  Chikatilo nodded:
  "Yes, under Stalin, there was barbaric collectivization, the Holodomor, and mass purges. Sometimes you're even amazed at how cruelly investigators treated their own citizens, knowing full well they weren't enemies of the people!"
  Malchish-Kibalchish noted:
  "I've heard some general outlines, but I don't know the details. Gorbachev supposedly destroyed the USSR!"
  Chikatilo responded to this:
  "It's not that simple. There were many reasons for the collapse of the USSR. Among them were the elite's desire to live like the West, while local potentates plundered their own people and didn't share with the center. And then there was Yeltsin's ill will, which lured both the people and the elite into following him, and much more. Including problems in the economy and interethnic relations!"
  The boy Kibalchish noted:
  - Well, that's too complicated. Let's talk about girls instead!
  Andreyka laughed and sang:
  A loud voice rang out,
  It will be very good...
  It's time to think about the girls,
  It's time for us at our age!
  Then, unexpectedly, the fairytale idyll was interrupted. A squad of horse-riding, unicorn-girls rode out onto the field. And on the opposite side, a whole army was already standing. It consisted of brown bears with very ugly faces. In their hands, they held clubs, axes, and swords. And they began to roar.
  The girls formed a crescent formation on the move. And without thinking twice, they unleashed a swarm of arrows and crossbow bolts. The orcs charged with roars and whoops.
  Chikatilo noted with a smile:
  - Wow! This is some phasmagoria!
  The boy Kibalchish asked:
  - What is phasmogoria?
  Andreyka answered with a smile:
  - I don't know myself! But something cool and fantastic!
  The girls fired arrows at the orcs trying to attack them. They acted very quickly. Andreyka and Malchish-Kibalchish also had bows on their backs. The revolutionary boy raised his weapon and let fly.
  Chikatilo noted:
  - Should we interfere and kill living beings?
  Malchish-Kibalchish answered in a ringing voice:
  - These are orcs! The embodiment of evil!
  Chikatilo replied with a sigh:
  - But my name has also become a byword for evil and vileness!
  CHAPTER No 3.
  Hitler and the partisan Lara walked through the forest. The boy and girl splashed their bare feet in the snow, and it melted, revealing bright, blooming snowdrops. And it grew warmer. The children were happy. Although Adolf Hitler was more than an adult, his youthful flesh invigorated him. And he felt good. Doing good deeds was pleasant. Not like before, in his previous life, when the Führer was considered a fiend from Hell, who had killed millions during the war and in the camps. Hitler himself was not at all evil. On the contrary, he was a refined person, loved beautiful flowers, girls, children, and wanted to build universal happiness.
  But being a realist, he understood that there weren't enough happiness and natural resources for all of humanity, and that the circle of the chosen few would have to be perforce limited. And so he limited it to the Germans. This led to serious problems. And to great evil... And things turned out badly with the Jews, too. Why offend such an intelligent people? They're wonderful people! And how talented the Jews are-and send them off to be massacred.
  Hitler's mood immediately soured when he remembered his atrocities. How could he really live with it? How much evil his orders and policies had brought. He wished he could erase his former memory without a trace, and never think of it again!
  Here the former Führer, now a boy of about twelve, was distracted. A huge tiger leaped out in front of him and Lara. Her skin glowed with all the colors of the rainbow, and fangs protruded from her enormous mouth. The beast roared:
  - Where are you heading, kids!
  Lara replied:
  - We are looking for partisans!
  The huge beast replied:
  "The old partisans are gone. It's a different world. There are only girls with machine guns!"
  Lara blinked in confusion and looked around. The snow had completely melted. And the weather was like a hot summer. And the trees grew somehow ornately. Like violins, guitars, double basses - stuck into the grass. And magical music emanated from them.
  Lara whistled:
  - No way!
  Hitler, who was more experienced, was not surprised:
  - It's a kind of parallel world. And everything will be great there too!
  The saber-toothed tiger squealed:
  - I can swallow you kids in one gulp, you understand!
  Considering the beast was the size of a mammoth, and its mouth was almost like a sperm whale's, it truly was a monster. And it would swallow you without a second thought.
  Hitler said with a sigh:
  - There are so many sins in me that if you swallow me, you will bear their entire monstrous weight!
  The saber-toothed tiger chuckled:
  - What sins could you possibly have, boy? Masturbation, or picking up a cigarette butt around the corner?
  The former Fuhrer replied with a sigh:
  - It's better not to talk about this!
  The huge beast laughed and remarked:
  - What sad eyes you have, child. I understand you've had a lot of grief and sorrow in your life, haven't you?
  Hitler nodded with a sigh:
  - Yes, I suffered a lot! You can't argue with that!
  The saber-toothed tiger thundered:
  - Then sing something pitiful! And I won't eat you and the girl and will let you go!
  The boy-Fuhrer puffed out his cheeks and sang with enthusiasm:
  Whoever takes up the sword in the darkness of slavery,
  And do not endure the humiliating shame...
  Your enemy will not build a foundation on blood,
  You will pass an unfortunate sentence on him!
  
  The boy is beaten with a vicious whip,
  The executioner torments with an evil rat...
  But to turn the evil tormentor into a corpse,
  We won't hear girls crying anymore!
  
  Don't be a slave, humiliated in the dust,
  And quickly raise your head...
  And there will be the light of Elfinism in the distance,
  I love Solntsus and Spartak!
  
  Let there be a bright world in the universe,
  In which happiness will be with people for centuries...
  And the children will celebrate a merry feast there,
  That kingdom is not of blood, but of the fist!
  
  We believe there will be paradise throughout the universe,
  We will master the cosmic space...
  About this, warrior boy, you dare,
  So that there is no nightmare and evil shame here!
  
  Yes, we are slaves in chains, groaning under oppression,
  And a burning whip lashes our ribs...
  But I believe we will kill all the orc-rats,
  Because the leader of the rebels is very cool!
  
  At this very hour all the boys have risen up,
  The girls are also on the same page with them...
  And I believe there will be distances of Soltsenism,
  We will throw off the hateful yoke!
  
  Then the horn of victory will sound,
  And the children will flourish in glory...
  Changes in happiness await us,
  Passing all exams with flying colors!
  
  We will achieve such a miracle, I believe,
  What will be a real paradise of light...
  At least somewhere there is a witch - a vile Judas,
  What drives boys into the barn!
  
  There is no place in hell for us slaves,
  We can drive the devils out of the cracks...
  In the name of paradise, that holy light of the Lord,
  For all free and joyful people!
  
  May there be peace throughout the sublunary world,
  Let there be happiness and sacred sunniness...
  We shoot at the enemies like in a shooting range,
  Just up and not down for a second!
  
  Yes, our power, believe me, will not run out,
  She will be the universe's heavenly path...
  And the army of the rebels will roar loudly,
  So that the hostile rats drown!
  
  This is how joyful and happy it is,
  The grass grows like roses all around...
  Our boys' team,
  The look is definitely that of a mountain eagle!
  
  Victory will be in the undoubted light,
  I believe we will build Eden, honestly...
  All the happiness and joy on any planet,
  And you are not a redneck, but a respectable sir!
  The saber-toothed tiger twitched his fangs and noted:
  - Not a bad song, though I wouldn't say it's pathetic. Well, why am I giving you life?
  Lara noted:
  - We have life anyway!
  The huge beast replied:
  - I could have taken it from you, but I didn't, so I gave it to you! And that's so wonderful!
  Hitler grinned and replied:
  - In any case, we are grateful for this too! And what will happen next?
  The saber-toothed tiger replied:
  - If he guesses my riddle, I can take you to the city of golden sand!
  Lara whistled:
  - This is wonderful! A city of golden sand, it looks like something wonderful!
  The huge beast roared:
  - Yes! There's a lot to see there, but if you don't solve the riddle, I'll swallow you up in a flash and show you no mercy!
  Hitler boldly replied:
  - Swallow me alone! But don't touch the girl!
  The saber-toothed tiger laughed, and his laugh was like a grunt, and then replied:
  - Fine! Okay, I won't touch the girl! But if you lose, I'll devour you piece by piece, and it'll be really painful!
  The boy-Fuhrer exclaimed:
  - Well, I'm ready! And if I have to lie down in the ground, it'll only be once!
  The huge beast purred:
  - What is clear as water, but stains the nose and tarnishes the reputation?
  Lara exclaimed:
  - What a mystery! Is that even possible?
  Hitler said confidently:
  - Well, I know the answer to that: it's vodka or schnapps. It's clear, but it stains your nose and tarnishes your reputation!
  The saber-toothed tiger said with a sigh:
  - Get on my back! As I promised, I'll take you to the city of golden sands!
  The children sat down. They tucked their bare feet, their calloused soles rough and rough. The saber-toothed tiger spread its wings; they were enormous, like bats the size of a large passenger jet. The gigantic beast flapped them, and Hitler and Lara's ears began to buzz, and this power began to rise into the air.
  The children exclaimed in chorus:
  Higher and higher and higher,
  Strive for the flight of frisky birds...
  And in every propeller breathes,
  Peace of our borders!
  Trees of the most exotic and ornate shapes flashed below. And numerous stones, too, with glittering surfaces. Further on, lawns appeared, and fountains gushed from their centers. And the water was multicolored.
  Lara noted with a sweet smile:
  - Quite a pleasant little world!
  Hitler stated:
  - The fountains are most likely natural. Will there be traces of an intelligent civilization here?
  The saber-toothed, winged tiger roared:
  - Of course they will!
  And then, as if to confirm his words, a statue appeared on the lawn-a naked and very muscular youth and two girls, holding sharp, gilded swords in their hands, raised high. Beneath this statue, riding unicorns, were five beautiful horsewomen with bows. And another knight in black armor, riding a powerful, six-legged camel. He held an axe in one hand and a trident in the other.
  Lara whistled:
  - What an entourage!
  Hitler agreed:
  - It looks unusual! And the girls, I must say, are simply lovely!
  Saber-toothed, winged tiger noted:
  - These are elves! They shoot very accurately and from a distance! Try not to tease them!
  The children giggled softly. It really did look funny. And that monster flies. Hitler thought that one of the reasons for the Third Reich's defeat in World War II was the excessive reliance on fighter jets' armament and firepower at the expense of maneuverability. In particular, the Focke-Wulf was armed with six cannons, two of which were 30mm and four were 20mm. And the ME-109 was armed with five cannons, three of which were 30mm.
  This weapon power, while allowing these fighters to be used as attack aircraft, also negatively impacted maneuverability, as the aircraft's cannons and ammunition are quite heavy. More weight also reduces maneuverability, especially horizontal maneuverability, and speed.
  Moreover, it's important to remember that aircraft cannons cost money, and their production is expensive. Therefore, German fighters were more complex and expensive to produce, especially compared to Soviet ones. The most widely produced Yak-9 had only one 20-millimeter cannon and one machine gun. In terms of the striking power of a minute-long salvo, it couldn't compare with German aircraft. But in the real war, air supremacy was by no means the Nazis'.
  And here, Hitler himself was primarily to blame, for he was overly carried away by the firepower and armament of aircraft. On the other hand, the presence of such powerful armament and armor made German fighters quite capable attack aircraft. And the Focke-Wulf could be used as a frontline bomber, carrying almost two tons of bombs.
  Only towards the end of the war did the Führer understand the importance of having an aircraft that might not be as heavily armed, but was light, maneuverable, inexpensive, and easy to produce. Thus, the HE-162 people's fighter was born.
  But it arrived too late, and most importantly, it turned out that operating such a machine required highly qualified pilots. The TA-183, from which Soviet designers derived the MiG-15, proved more practical as a fighter pilot than the ME-1100's variable-sweep wing.
  Lara asked the former Fuhrer:
  - What are you thinking about!
  Hitler replied with a sigh:
  - Yes, I remembered old memories! And very unpleasant and not very cheerful ones at that!
  Lara sang with a smile:
  It's too early for us to live in memories,
  Whatever they may be...
  So that they don"t return to us as suffering,
  The deeds of bygone youthful days!
  There, ahead, the tall towers of a huge city appeared. The towers were covered in gold leaf and topaz stars. It was very beautiful.
  The saber-toothed winged tiger slowed down. Its enormous bulk began to glide gently. The children, perched on the mighty beast, sang:
  If you want to achieve happiness,
  Fight for freedom against the horde...
  Let the bad weather clouds disperse,
  For a girl with a strong braid!
  
  Don't believe me, enemies are not omnipotent,
  We will boldly torment them...
  Let's strike hard and strong,
  And we get a solid five!
  
  The best years of the Fatherland are with us,
  A radiant laugh is heard...
  Let us live in holy elfinism,
  And let's celebrate, I believe it will be a success!
  
  God is not weak, believe me, girls.
  He calls you all to heroic deeds...
  You are forever beloved children,
  Get right on the hike!
  The children, when the saber-toothed, winged tiger landed and leaped from its wing, their bare, nimble feet slapped the orange tiles. The boy and girl held hands. And they half-ran. And Hitler and Lara laughed, with their ringing, childish, magnificent voices.
  The children approached the gate. A saber-toothed tiger rose up, sending a shockwave through the air, shaking the grass. The boy and girl waved their hands at them. And stamped their small, bare, tanned feet with calloused soles.
  At the entrance stood very beautiful elven girls, with bows and gold-plated cuirasses. And their hair was like spring dandelions-bright yellow. And there were many buildings made of yellow marble.
  The children were stopped at the entrance. They were elves, and they differed from human girls only in the shape of their lynx ears. And they were very beautiful and curvy. They had so much charm.
  And they asked:
  - Where are you going, teenagers!
  Hitler replied with a smile:
  - I'm an artist, and this is my assistant. And we're going to make paintings!
  The guard girls were interested in this:
  -- Come on, try drawing us too!
  The boy-Fuhrer answered with a very childish smile:
  - With pleasure!
  Lara noted:
  - We need paints and brushes!
  The elven chief guard replied:
  - This will be for you! Give it here.
  Two slave boys in swimming trunks, lean and tanned, flashing their bare heels, rushed into the warehouse.
  Lara noted:
  - Things are arranged here very efficiently!
  The young slaves brought a brush and paints. The boy-Führer in Hell-Purgatory had ample opportunity to paint, especially at the more restrictive level. So Hitler held the brush with great confidence and made a few strokes.
  The senior elf guard exclaimed:
  - Draw me! It will be interesting!
  Hitler began to make his heels, jumping up and down and slapping his childish feet, he became even smaller and younger in flesh than he had been in Hell.
  But this made the boy-Fuhrer seem even more charming with his light curls, lightly sprinkled with gold powder.
  And his brush, richly smeared with oil paint, flickered.
  But another elf answered with a smile:
  - Why is the girl standing there with her mouth open? Let her entertain us too!
  The senior elven guard nodded:
  - Let her sing! We'll listen with great pleasure!
  The partisan girl Lara coughed to clear her throat and sang with great pleasure and enthusiasm:
  We are the girls of the cosmic path,
  The brave flew on starships...
  In fact, we are the bread and salt of the Earth,
  We can see communism in the distance!
  
  But we flew into a loop of time,
  In which there is no room for sentimentality...
  And the enemy was greatly astonished,
  No need for unnecessary sentimentality, sister!
  
  We can fight with a fierce enemy,
  That we are being attacked like an evil tsunami...
  We will zealously arrange a rout for the orclair,
  Neither sabers nor bullets will stop us!
  
  Girls need order in everything,
  To show how cool we are...
  The machine gun accurately fires at the orcs,
  Throwing a grenade with bare feet!
  
  We are not afraid to swim in the sea, you know,
  Now the girls are glorious pirates...
  If necessary, we will build a bright paradise,
  These are the soldiers of the twenty-first century!
  
  The enemy does not know what he will get,
  We are capable of stabbing daggers in the back...
  The Orkshites will suffer a fierce defeat,
  And we will set up our own brigantine!
  
  There are no cooler girls in the whole country,
  We release lightning bolts at the orcs...
  I believe the sunny dawn will come,
  And the evil Cain will be destroyed!
  
  We will do this sisters at once,
  That the troll will fly apart like grains of sand...
  We are not afraid of the evil Karabas,
  Barefoot girls don't need shoes!
  
  We shoot very accurately, you know,
  Zealously mowing down the Oklerovtsevs...
  The servants of Satan have invaded us,
  But girls, know that glory will not pass you by!
  
  This is what we are capable of doing in this battle,
  Cut down the aggressive orcs into cabbage...
  But know our word, not a sparrow,
  The enemy doesn't have much time left!
  
  You won't understand what the girls were fighting for,
  For bravery, for the fatherland and for a man...
  When the enemy sows evil lies,
  And the boy is lighting a torch here!
  
  There will be no place for enemies anywhere, know this,
  We girls will sweep away their powder...
  And there will be paradise on our planet,
  We will rise as if from the cradle!
  
  If you need to cut a sharp sword,
  Streaming from machine guns like a downpour...
  And the thread of silk life will not be broken,
  Some will die and others will come!
  
  Raise your glass to our Rus',
  The wine is foamy, emerald-colored...
  And strike at Orkler,
  To be strangled by rotten Judas!
  
  In the name of honor, conscience, love,
  A glorious victory will come to the girls...
  Let's not build happiness on blood,
  Don't cut your neighbor into pieces!
  
  Believe me, we girls are brave,
  In everything we can do, we do it with dignity...
  The fierce beast roars, I know, in battle,
  We will fly very freely!
  
  The sea surface sparkles like emerald,
  And the waves splash like a fan in the caress...
  Let the scum orcs die,
  The bald devil doesn't have long left!
  
  That's how good girls are,
  I glimpse the bare heels of beauties...
  We will sing very boldly from the heart,
  The backpack is filled with hyperplasma!
  
  The greatness of girls is in this,
  That the enemy will not bring them to their knees...
  And if necessary, he will move with an oar,
  Damned evil orc fiend Cain!
  
  The scale of the girls' events is great,
  They are capable of breaking all cheekbones...
  Our hope is a solid monolith,
  The bald Fuhrer is already blown away!
  
  We are rushing into battle as if to a parade,
  Ready to defeat your enemies by playing...
  I believe there will be a great result,
  Greatness blooms like roses in May!
  
  Here she threw the dagger with her bare heel,
  He plunged his sword into the orc king's throat at once...
  The girl of death is apparently the ideal,
  In vain did this demon exalt himself!
  
  The donkey released a fountain of blood,
  He threw away his wild hooves at once...
  And the bald devil king collapsed under the table,
  His orcish head is smashed!
  
  We pirates are great fighters,
  They showed such a virtuoso class...
  Our grandfathers and fathers are proud of us,
  The distances of Soltsenism are already sparkling!
  
  When we seize the royal throne,
  Then the coolest part will begin...
  The slave will not groan,
  Reward is something that can be earned!
  
  And then we will create, believe me, a family,
  And the children will be great and healthy...
  I love the new world, the color of joy,
  Where the children dance in circles!
  CHAPTER 4.
  The battle with the orcs continued. Chikatilo and Malchish-Kibalchish fired at the ugly bears from a distance, firing both arrows and crossbow bolts. For now, the girls avoided close combat. But they acted boldly, it must be said. The warriors are true professionals. And they possess so much vitality and energy that it's impossible to describe in a fairy tale or with a pen. And they fight everyone with energy and commitment.
  Malchish-Kibalchish chirped:
  Let him bare his teeth with the crown,
  The British lion howls...
  The commune will not be generational,
  Don't attack with your left hand!
  Chikatilo, having released an arrow and pierced another wolf, noted:
  - And you improved Mayakovsky! But he's not one of the best poets!
  Malchish-Kibalchish squeaked:
  They say I'm really a cool guy,
  I'll sort it all out in literally five minutes...
  But the verses of the super-genius poet,
  They won"t appreciate it, they won"t receive it, they won"t understand it!
  Chikatilo laughed again. It was a hilarious sight. Although the orcs stank, their scent was overpowered by the perfume of the delightful girls.
  The former maniac noted:
  - In this world we solve strategic problems.
  And he remembered what strategy was. In the largest war in human history, World War II, both strategy and tactics were decisive. There are many reasons for the Third Reich's defeat, but the main one is that, especially at the beginning of the war, it failed to fully utilize its resources and military-industrial complex. And it didn't make a super-effort at the beginning of World War II. And even after the attack on the USSR, the Nazis fought at half-strength until 1943. By the time they really began to exert themselves, it was too late.
  Chikatilo, however, thought it wasn't particularly interesting. Indeed, by this time, more than a hundred years had passed since World War II. In Russia, the Russo-Ukrainian War, and the hybrid war against the West, had become more popular and in demand. It lasted longer than World War II. That's just how it worked out.
  One great science fiction writer and patriot predicted back in 2014 that the war between Russia and Ukraine would be the bloodiest since World War II. And this prediction came true. It's a good thing it didn't escalate to a global nuclear war, otherwise it would have been a disaster.
  Chikatilo, continuing to shoot, sang:
  And in every cop's baton,
  I see Vovik's grin,
  His dull cyborg gaze,
  Russia's nightmare sunset!
  Malchish-Kibalchish said with a smile, continuing to release arrows and crossbow bolts:
  - Yes, this is our global project!
  Both boys blew their horns again. That's how aggressive it all was!
  When the orcs got closer, the warrior girls started throwing annihilation pellets at the ugly bears. They literally tore them apart, sending their arms and legs flying in all directions. Or rather, even their paws and claws. That was awesome and cool.
  Malchish-Kibalchish suggested:
  - Maybe we should go and sing! I'm tired of playing mud!
  Chikatilo noted with delight:
  - We will fight on the ground, in the sky and in pitch darkness!
  And both terminator boys puffed out their cheeks and began to sing in full-bodied voices:
  The fight against the Orkish plague is underway,
  We are being attacked by a pack of ghouls...
  Into battle a girl with bare feet,
  And the enemy will be crushed like a dog!
  
  We girls are the coolest fighters,
  We fight like cherubs in battle...
  Our grandfathers and fathers are proud of us,
  Know that hobbits are invincible in battle!
  
  Capable of doing what the enemy can do in a coffin,
  We'll hit you so hard that the predator will go speechless...
  And we will stop the horde in its fury,
  Although Koschei was talking nonsense, of course!
  
  This is a battle with a gang of orcs, you know,
  We are capable of creating a beautiful world...
  Build a wonderful paradise on the planet,
  For the glory of our mother Elfia!
  
  The enemy attacks us cruelly,
  There is a lot of blood and rage in it, believe me...
  But with us is the great God Solntsus,
  To whom even children are obedient!
  
  We will not yield to the enemy in anything, know this,
  Let's push it at least to the median...
  May will be forever radiant,
  And the enemy, believe me, is just like a monkey!
  
  We warriors are so cool,
  That there is nothing in the universe stronger than us, believe me...
  Believe the enemy is just a sketch of a donkey,
  And someone started talking nonsense at once!
  
  God inspired us with the battle of beauties,
  He told you to fight, show your strength...
  And somewhere a moron orc burst into tears,
  He obviously wants to go to the grave himself!
  
  Don't believe that girls are weak,
  They are capable of doing something really cool...
  It is not at all convenient for us to cry now,
  Although the enemy is like a puffed-up turkey!
  
  What do you want, evil Coffin,
  How can the unclean rule in the whole universe?
  Is it with your stupid head,
  The girl wants to hit her so much!
  
  In short, an orc or a troll is no match for us,
  We are capable of winning, we are capable of winning, believe me...
  The family is now growing as one,
  We will be in the universal, I know, center!
  
  The warrior is a hurricane,
  Which swept through everywhere like a tornado...
  There are a lot, I know from different countries,
  A furious gyrfalcon rose above them!
  
  Let there be faith as much as there is sunshine,
  Mountains will appear like the light of the sun...
  Go ahead girls, don't look down for a second,
  Let's leave this talk to hell!
  
  Solntsus leads us in a wonderful world,
  Where there is no fear, sorrow and captivity...
  The victories opened an endless account,
  And I believe in happiness there will be changes!
  
  We just have to take the last step,
  Solve the problem with a furious attack...
  Where every person is of course a magician,
  And we girls are just bullies!
  
  And Grobovoy is already running like a louse,
  He lost his tyrant guise...
  The strong shield shattered against the girls,
  He flew off the sofa with a strong blow!
  
  So the girls' victory is near,
  They are capable of knocking down the enemy for breakfast...
  And how furious Satan is,
  We will win today, not tomorrow!
  The boys sang. And the orcs' relentless attack fizzled out. The remnants of their forces fled.
  The girls on unicorns and horses didn't pursue them. That was also bloody.
  The most beautiful and very richly decorated with jewels elf girl rode up to the boys.
  Chikatilo bowed to her, and Malchish-Kibalchish made a haughty face.
  The queen girl noted with a smile:
  - You are brave boys. But one of you is poorly behaved!
  Malchish-Kibalchish answered with a smile:
  - Why should I bow? That's why we staged the revolution, so that no one, ever, would have to bow to anyone!
  The queen girl exclaimed:
  - You know, maybe you're right! I won't force you!
  Chikatilo asked:
  - Should we ride together or go our separate ways?
  Malchish-Kibalchish said:
  - It's best to go our own way! Especially since we have wonderful unicorns and we'll ride them!
  The queen girl giggled and replied:
  - You are wonderful boys. And I even like your impudence. So let's get going and sing!
  The children joined in chorus and began to sing with fury and love:
  My country of love, the USSR,
  Beautiful, blooms like a ruby rose...
  Let's show humanity an example,
  No one can destroy children!
  
  We are the pioneers, sons of Lenin,
  Who serve the world as eagles...
  Children are born to rule the universe,
  In the meantime, they run barefoot through puddles!
  
  We are the warriors of our native Ilyich,
  Who showed the very right path...
  You don't cut knights off the shoulder,
  Otherwise it will be really bad!
  
  Here Hitler threw down his regiments in rage,
  The boys had to fight the evil horde...
  But it"s not in the interests of pioneers to be cowardly,
  We are born like lions to fight the unclean!
  
  Comrade Stalin is also a glorious leader,
  Although he screwed up a lot in his swearing...
  But he makes his enemies simply tremble,
  Capable of delivering a full blow!
  
  We fought barefoot near Moscow,
  The snowdrifts bit my bare heels...
  But Hitler turned out to be a fool,
  The pioneers gave him a fair amount of grief!
  
  Both boys and girls in battle,
  Believe me, they showed their class...
  The dead now bloom in paradise,
  And they behold, believe me, the distance of communism!
  
  Boys are not afraid of frosts,
  They jump bravely in just shorts...
  Their feet are considered bare all year round,
  The guys are strong in hand-to-hand combat!
  
  Here the boy threw a bomb at the formidable tank,
  The powerful "Tiger" is burning like a blazing fire...
  Stalingrad became a nightmare for the Fritzes,
  It's like the underworld, the hell of the game!
  
  Here is a pioneer in attack, a good fellow,
  He steps onto the fire with his bare sole...
  Now comrade Stalin is like a father,
  Let the evil Cain be destroyed!
  
  We are very cool and proud kids,
  Believe the Russians, we will not surrender to our enemies...
  And we will repel the streams of the evil horde,
  Although Adolf went crazy like a mangy dog!
  
  A pioneer fights for his homeland,
  The boy simply knows no doubts...
  He will show the Octoberites an example,
  And he attacks furiously!
  
  For us, Vladimir Lenin is a glorious God,
  Which creates reality boldly...
  And so that the bald, vile Fuhrer dies,
  We will beat our enemies for good reason!
  
  Oh girl, my friend,
  We are just children, barefoot in the bitter frost...
  But I believe there will be a strong family,
  We will see blue expanses!
  
  Summer has replaced the burning winter,
  The damned fascist is attacking again...
  We fought hard last spring,
  In space, the enemy is a little virtual!
  
  Well, what is the Panther coming at me for?
  The boy bravely threw a grenade at her...
  The penalty has already started to accumulate for the Fritzes,
  And the fascist tank threw off its caterpillar track!
  
  A child is a giant warrior,
  And he wears a red, poppy-colored tie...
  Our people are united in the Fatherland,
  And the stars of communism will not go out!
  
  We will fight in the summer as always,
  It's nicer for children's feet to walk on the grass...
  May a great dream come true,
  When the boy clangs his steel hard!
  
  I believe that we will all enter Berlin,
  And we'll live to see victory with the girl...
  We will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  So that our grandfathers can be proud of the pioneer!
  
  But you need to strain your children"s strength,
  And fight in such a way that people won"t be ashamed...
  Passing all exams with flying colors,
  I believe we will soon be in communism!
  
  Don't believe the tales that the priests spin,
  It's as if atheists are being roasted by devils...
  In fact, they are doomed,
  What sacrifices do not bring to communism!
  
  And we will soon conquer the planet,
  The entire Soviet universe will be...
  Our starship is stronger than a cherub,
  We are the kings and judges of the universe!
  
  Then science will resurrect the dead,
  All the pioneers, the grandfathers of glory, are alive...
  The Fatherland forged a sword and shield,
  After all, the Mind is with us and we are invincible!
  That's how these heroic children sang with feeling and expression. After which Chikatilo wanted to add something else, but... he woke up.
  Malchish-Kibalchish had already stood up and was tickling the former maniac's bare, round heel.
  Andreyka nodded:
  - What an interesting dream I had! You just have to confess, and the girls are super!
  Malchish-Kibalchish confirmed:
  - I saw the girls too! And you with them!
  Chikatilo noted:
  - It looks like we have the same dreams!
  The boy hero confirmed:
  - Yes, general ones! In this world, such things happen quite often. And you can even dream something up in your sleep!
  The two young warriors suddenly bumped fists. Chikatilo looked at Malchish-Kibalchish. His wounds and marks from the torture had healed and dried. The blisters had significantly diminished, new calluses were growing on the soles of his feet, and the child-terminator himself had become healthier and more energetic.
  Both boys picked another banana, ate it, and continued along the purple brick road. Their calloused soles slapped against it. They walked and waved their fists at the same time.
  And they sang with a cheerful look:
  It's fun to walk together through the open spaces,
  Across the open spaces, across the open spaces!
  And of course it"s better to sing in chorus,
  Better in chorus, better in chorus!
  Along the way, the landscape changed slightly. Giant ferns appeared, in particular. They were quite colorful, and rosettes grew, scarlet, orange, and yellow. Besides them, there were palm-like trees, but thicker, and swaying, ornate vines. They resembled a tangled web of snakes. Giant butterflies also flew about. Some had wings like reflective mirrors, others sparkled like gold leaf, and still others were a rainbow of colors.
  How cool and fun it looked.
  Chikatilo noted:
  - This is a fun place!
  The boy Kibalchish agreed:
  - Yes, it's impressive. It's great here. However, soon we'll find ourselves in the domain of the bourgeoisie!
  Andreyka asked with a smile:
  - Is it like running along this road?
  The child commander objected:
  - No! We still have to get through the portal! It's not that simple!
  Chikatilo jokingly sang:
  Life is not easy,
  And the paths do not lead straight...
  Everything comes too late,
  Everything goes away too soon!
  Malchish-Kibalchish confirmed:
  - Yes! You can't argue with that! However, there's no rush in Hell. You have eternity ahead of you!
  Andreyka remarked with a smile:
  "Not just eternity, but joyful eternity! And this is truly the endless grace of the Almighty!"
  The child revolutionary noted:
  - And yet Bolshevism educates in an atheistic spirit!
  And Malchish-Kibalchish stamped his bare, tanned foot and sang:
  Don't expect mercy from heaven,
  Do not spare life for the truth...
  We are guys in this life,
  Only with the truth on the way!
  Chkhzikatilo also sang with delight in response:
  My God, how beautiful and pure You are,
  I believe that Your righteousness is infinite...
  You gave your glorious life on the cross,
  And now you will burn in my heart forever!
  
  You are the Lord of beauty, joy, peace and love,
  The embodiment of boundless, bright light...
  You shed precious blood on the cross,
  The planet was saved by boundless sacrifice!
  And Malchish-Kibalchish and Chikatilo joined hands.
  Andreyka answered with a sigh:
  "In my previous life, I was miserable! I thought no one loved me, no one cared about me, and this awakened a visceral rage within me. But only in the afterlife did I understand that the Almighty loves me with all his heart, even a bloodthirsty maniac like me, and accepts me as I am! And then my soul felt much lighter!"
  The boy Kibalchish chuckled and replied:
  - On the contrary, everyone loved me, especially my peers! I was their leader and authority figure! That's just how it is, you know!
  Both boys slowed slightly. They were happy. Then a peacock appeared before them. It was so large, like an entire house, and its tail feathers were so bright, simply dazzling. Its head, too, seemed covered in a layer of diamonds. An incredibly colorful bird.
  Malchish-Kibalchish noted:
  - It's almost like a Krylov fable. What feathers, what a sock, and apparently the voice must be angelic!
  Chikatilo grinned and noted:
  - Yes, angelic! Although I must say, peacocks on Earth have such an unpleasant voice, in this world it might be the other way around!
  The child revolutionary noted:
  - As Lenin liked to say - a dialectical paradox!
  The children passed the peacock, who made no sound. But suddenly, a girl jumped out of his tail. She was almost naked, wearing only thin panties and a narrow strip of fabric across her chest. She looked very beautiful, her skin bronzed from the sun, and her long, waist-length hair, flowing in waves and sparkling like gold leaf.
  The boy Kibalchish sang with enthusiasm:
  You are not an angel, but for me,
  But for me you became a saint!
  You are not an angel, but I saw,
  But I saw your unearthly light!
  The girl grinned and rather deftly grabbed Malchish-Kibalchish by the nose with her bare toes. He even whistled:
  - Oho, ho, ho, ho!
  And he broke free from her fingers. The girl laughed and noted:
  - You're a cool guy! Do you like the fair sex?
  Malchish-Kibalchish sang:
  Because, because we are pilots,
  Our sky, our sky, our native home...
  First things first, first things first, planes,
  Well, and the girls, and the girls later!
  The girl in the bikini and with gold leaf hair objected:
  - No! There's no life without the fair sex! Although, you're still little, you don't understand how important love is between a man and a woman!
  The boy Kibalchish objected:
  - Calendar age doesn"t matter!
  Chikatilo nodded in agreement:
  - Exactly! Life experience, and also the presence of a spiritual core, decide a lot!
  The girl laughed and noted:
  - A spiritual core? I was thinking of something else! I mean, a core!
  The peacock suddenly broke the silence and said in a rather pleasant voice:
  - Don't talk dirty in front of children!
  Andreyka noted:
  - I'm not exactly a child! But in any case, there's no need to say anything vulgar!
  The boy Kibalchish growled:
  - I'm not a child at all! I'll just go and give you a knockout!
  The girl noticed:
  - Okay, kids, excuse me. You can help my peacock!
  Chikatilo replied:
  - We are always happy to help, but can we?
  The beauty replied:
  - I think you can do it. There's nothing out of the ordinary here!
  The boy Kibalchish noted:
  - How can we help such a giant!?
  The girl answered with a sweet look:
  - All you have to do is wash its tail with rose water. And then it will acquire unique properties!
  Chikatilo asked in surprise:
  - And what unique properties!
  The beauty with gold-colored hair said:
  - Then those who look and touch his tail will be cured of any disease!
  The boy Kibalchish exclaimed:
  - Great! No problem, we'll definitely help him wash it! Give me some rose water!
  The girl answered with a sigh:
  - Unfortunately, I don't have any rose water. You'll have to get some first!
  CHAPTER No 5.
  Alexander Rybachenko, the boy who led the children's gang, sat in a cave during the autumn rains and wrote something interesting:
  There were shifts of one kind or another on all fronts. The anti-Soviet coalition was advancing on a massive scale, including in the Far East, Mongolia, and Central Asia, not to mention its advance into Transcaucasia and the European part of the USSR.
  Some very significant events also took place in occupied Minsk.
  A tank column led by Kube, SS Colonel Palekh, and Ilse the Bloody Wolf moved through Minsk. The city had surrendered practically without a fight, so the damage was minimal. In daylight, the capital looked beautiful and tidy, as almost all cities did after Stalin imposed strict order on the Soviet Union! Every official bore the strict responsibility for the cleanliness of their city. Failure to do so risked arrest and even execution. Contrary to the fairy tales peddled by German propaganda, the Soviet people lived quite well-better than most European nations, even the French. Stores were filled with cheap goods, both food and manufactured goods. The Nazi soldiers looked on with the hungry eyes of ravenous wolves.
  Cuba ordered:
  - Come on, let's try the taste of Russian sausage!
  The Nazis didn't hesitate to burst into the store. The salesgirls screamed hysterically as machine gunfire rained down on them. The Nazis killed the beauties without a trace of shame. They cast their predatory glances everywhere, even baring their teeth. One girl was shot in the stomach, and she writhed. The Nazis grabbed another and began beating her. They tore off her robe, exposed her breasts, and pinched them with their rough paws.
  Cuba ordered:
  - Hang her by the ribs from the hook! Let her hang and twitch!
  They grabbed the girl, stripped her completely, and dragged her outside. There, they began to lash her with soldiers' buckles, cutting her body open. Then, with a sharp movement, they hoisted her onto a hook.
  The fair-haired beauty trembled and lost consciousness from the pain shock.
  Meanwhile, the fascists were busily stuffing sausages, rolls, saltines, and chops into their mouths, and breaking open tin cans. They looked like complete savages, causing a complete madhouse, breaking the bones of passersby.
  The Nazis shot several children in the legs and then danced on them, performing a wild dance.
  Cuba replied:
  - What a charming thing! Let's go skating.
  Women and children, still alive, were piled up, and then a tank drove over them, crushing their bones. It was a horrific sight, with blood oozing from the bodies in dots and the tracks leaving a reddish-brown trail. There was screaming and crying.
  Ilsa the wolf herself strangled two twelve-year-old boys, and a third was hung upside down and sawed through with a rusty saw. It all looked so horrific that even some of the SS men felt sick. Ilsa, however, squealed with delight, reveling in the torment.
  Then the fascists set fire to the store, unceremoniously seizing a large supply of food. They stopped a woman with a stroller, snatched the baby from her arms, and threw it unceremoniously into the flames. Kube roared at the top of his lungs:
  - Death to the little bitch!
  The woman tried to throw herself away, but her clothes were torn off and her breasts were cut off. When she lost consciousness, she was thrown into the fire.
  Pelekha hiccupped:
  "We're being very humane! This woman, from Bolshevik hell, will go straight to heaven."
  Cuba replied:
  - Yes, that's true! Only not to heaven, but to the hell of the Bolsheviks.
  After which the fascists fired several shots at the neighboring twelve-story building, setting it on fire.
  Ilsa suggested:
  - Maybe we should start a fire and destroy all the houses in this ugly city.
  Cuba noted:
  "Belarusians are an inferior people! Worse than the monkeys that jump from trees! They should be treated like lice, crushed and strangled!"
  Ilsa noted:
  "Still, these macaques are pretty good builders. I didn't compare them to lice or cockroaches."
  Cuba asked:
  - And with whom?
  - Moths! Look how many blond-haired children there are. And how nice it is to torment cute blue-eyed blondes.
  Cuba replied:
  "Yes, most Belarusians are blond and blue-eyed. They're a cowardly nation that you can beat up, but they won't fight back! Anyway, watch the movie; they're coming to make a film."
  Ilsa threw:
  - Let's prepare a meeting for them.
  The Nazis herded a whole bunch of children in. They selected several of the skinniest and forced them to dress in rags. The barefoot, ragged children were also smeared with dirt to make them look as pitiful as possible. Then the cameraman began filming. The voiceover began to comment:
  "See how emaciated these poor Russian children are, under the heel of Bolshevism. They're hungry and ragged, looking like animals. We brought the Russians liberation from deep slavery, full of pain and humiliation. The damned Bolshevism destroyed its own people first and foremost. Now we're freeing the Russians from the Judeo-Bolshevik hordes. Such is the bloody rule of the Jews!"
  Ilsa noted:
  - Interesting nonsense!
  Cuba noted:
  "The more delusional the lie, the more often it's believed! For example, I know many respectable German women who pray to a portrait of Hitler instead of Christ."
  Ilsa objected:
  - I pray to the Führer myself! What a weakling Christ I am, he couldn't even defend himself! Shame!
  Pelekha added:
  - Jesus is also a Jew!
  Ilsa objected:
  - His father is the Roman legionary Panther.
  Pelekha laughed:
  - It's all gossip!
  Cuba noted:
  - I myself turn to the Fuhrer before the battle, because the great universal ruler himself is on his side!
  Ilsa asked:
  - Satan?
  Cuba replied:
  - No! I believe that evil has existed forever, and will continue to exist forever. In fact, the entire universe is full of evil, and only occasionally do isolated islands of goodness appear! That's the way the universe works!
  Ilsa replied:
  - An interesting theory!
  Pelekha added:
  - And similar to the truth!
  Not wanting to waste any time, the Nazis began beating the captured residents. They simply beat them with rifle butts and herded them into a group. Then they doused them with gasoline from a hose and set them on fire. The sight of people burning alive, while being unceremoniously stabbed with bayonets, was truly tragic. So much tears and blood was shed, so much crying and screaming, and the heart-rending groans of children being murdered.
  Ilsa said breathlessly:
  - Now that's what I call a showdown with the Russians.
  Pelekha impaled the girl on his bayonet and raised her higher. The little beauty's dress was on fire, and the executioner's fingers were stained with blood. The SS colonel bared his teeth and yelled:
  - This is how it will be with all the enemies of the Third Reich.
  Ilsa mostly tried to torture the boys by disemboweling them. She acted like a bastard, singing:
  "I'm a tough girl, stronger than a she-wolf! And I ended up in Russia, what could happen? I kill Russians, those stupid Belarusians! I tear everyone apart, and throw the cowards into the pit!"
  The fascists' screams grew louder, and their atrocities became more sophisticated. They strung up exposed cables and turned on the electricity, inflicting devastating blows on women and children. There were few adult men left; some had been drafted into the army, some had gone to work, or were fighting with weapons in hand. The fighting became increasingly chaotic!
  Cuba sang:
  Bitch guts of the Russians,
  Funeral march!
  Go to hell, cowards,
  Human mince!
  When the interview with the children ended, the Nazis herded them into the charred remains. They deliberately scattered coals so that the ragged children would burn their bare feet and cry. It all resembled a horrific orgy of sadists.
  The operator ordered:
  - Now change into your Soviet uniform!
  Cuba asked:
  - And what to do next!
  The head of the propaganda company said:
  - Be as brutal as possible!
  Cuba bared his teeth:
  - And that's all!
  Goebbels' fosterling chirped:
  - For now, yes!
  Ilsa guessed:
  - Then they will show it as Russian atrocities!
  The propaganda officer saluted:
  - You are smart for a woman!
  Ilsa answered proudly:
  - I'm smart even before you!
  The fascists began changing into uniforms brought from the captured warehouse. The propaganda officer suggested:
  -Glue on the beards.
  Cuba replied:
  - Is it worth it? Russian soldiers shave too!
  The officer remarked:
  "Our soldiers have German faces; it's better to cover them up. Their beards might have grown during the war."
  Ilsa agreed:
  "The Russian savages, and our supporters in America, will believe this very much! They're used to thinking of them as barbarians."
  Kube nodded:
  - All the better, it's an honor for Russian pigs. Then go ahead.
  The Russian uniforms fit the German soldiers ill-fittingly. They looked like deranged militarists who had escaped from a mental hospital. The propaganda company officers were driven by two captured Soviet tanks. The Nazis had tied three women to them, hand and foot.
  Cuba grinned:
  - Let's add some height to them!
  The propaganda officer barked:
  - Come on, be more convincing!
  The tanks drove away, tearing the unfortunate girls to pieces. There was so much crying and screaming. Then the Nazis began breaking the legs of the girls and boys, driving their tanks over them. It was a truly horrific massacre.
  Ilsa screamed:
  - That's it! Kick the Russians in the ass!
  Pelekha suggested:
  - Let's drill women's heads!
  Cuba replied:
  - There is nothing better than the eyes!
  The Nazis did terrible things here too. They slowly gouged out women's eyes with red-hot needles. Then they started tearing out their noses with red-hot pliers. The stench and poisonous hissing sound spread so loudly that it was so intense.
  Then they began hanging women by their hair and ripping off their scalps. It was terrifying, like something out of a schizophrenic's delirium. And the Germans, in a frenzy, began pulling out their teeth with pliers. They heated the pliers to make it more painful. Everything was aimed at inflicting more suffering.
  Cuba noted:
  - This is how realistically we staged the play.
  Ilsa replied:
  - What's wonderful! I'm blossoming right before my eyes, it's as magnificent as an Eskimo, have you ever eaten one?
  Cuba replied:
  - Russian ice cream?
  Ilsa replied:
  - Russian!
  Pelekha replied:
  - Russians have natural chocolate!
  Cuba barked:
  - So what! Everything these people do is crap anyway!
  Ilsa replied:
  - Except the children! Russian children are beautiful, with round faces. It's so nice to torment them! The greatest pleasure is breaking their bones.
  Pelekha agreed:
  - It's nice to break a Russian's bone.
  Cuba replied:
  - We have a special woodworking machine, it crushes everything. Especially the bones!
  Ilsa sang:
  - Star-shaped bones fell in a row. A tram ran over a squad of Octobrists! A panther thundered nearby! All Russians will have a big...
  Ilsa's words were cut off by a burst of machine gun fire, and several Germans fell. Kube began to yell:
  - Destroy the bug!
  The Germans returned fire, simply trying to dislodge their enemy. Throwing lead in all directions, they scattered, trying to spot the brave fighter.
  The shots became less frequent; the fascists spotted their source and began converging on the spot. At that moment, a burst of gunfire erupted from the opposite side of the building. The fascists began to fall again. Confused, Kube hurriedly called for reinforcements on the radio. His voice trembled and choked:
  "A large band of partisans has just attacked!" squealed the future chief executioner of Belarus. "Send reinforcements."
  Though the shots, which were rarely fired, were accurate, one of them struck a special propaganda company officer squarely in the head. Another nearly killed Ilsa the Wolf, cutting off a clump of hair and knocking off her cap. The executioner jumped aside.
  - What a bastard partisan! I don"t know what I"ll do with you!
  The battle continued, more and more Fritzes came running. They tried to encircle the firing arc. They threw grenades. But there were only two fighters firing at them.
  Cuba commanded:
  - Take the bastards alive! We'll interrogate them so hard they'll regret being born!
  They managed to surround one of the shooters, then the Nazis rushed at him. A couple of shots followed, and suddenly a boy jumped out in front of the Nazis. He was bare-chested, very muscular, with blond hair and a mask. The little ninja held two daggers in his hands, and with a quick leap, he ducked under the Nazi and slashed open his stomach.
  - No one will stop me! I'm a Soviet soldier!
  The boy shouted defiantly. The boy kneed the nearest Nazi in the groin. He doubled over. Then the young fighter slashed the nearest Nazi across the throat. He collapsed. They tried to grab the boy, but his naked body was covered in oil, and their hands slipped.
  - What do you get, fascists!
  The Nazis shouted back:
  - You'll get a mangy puppy!
  The boy continued to strike, blow after blow. He was incredibly fast, and the daggers in his hands worked like propellers. The large SS men couldn't keep up with the boy's movements. Terrible cuts followed. There were too many Germans, and they were terribly interfering with each other.
  Cuba continued to yell:
  - Alive! Take him alive!
  The hunt for the boy continued! A rifle butt hit the boy in the chest. He fell, but immediately executed a leg sweep, knocking down the fascist. Then he finished off another enemy with a dagger.
  - Take it, Hitler's fosterling!
  He managed to jump over two more and slip between the bodies. Then a pair of fascists collapsed again, bleeding.
  The boy dove between the Nazis' legs and slipped through their boots, severing his ankles in the process. The Nazis fell, huddled together. A terrible crush ensued.
  The boy stuck a dagger into the eye of an SS officer and made a nose:
  - You'll get it yet, bastards!
  The Germans began cursing. The boy hurled three grenades he'd managed to snatch from the Nazis into their ranks. The Germans retreated, and the boy, his bare heels darting, ran as fast as he could. German shepherds rushed after him, but a quarter-sized grenade took them down, too. One of the most stubborn dogs continued its pursuit. It rushed into the basement after the boy, only to be immediately met with the merciless point of a dagger. The boy disappeared into the sewer system. The Nazis rushed after him, but were met with a tripwire grenade. This treat finally dampened his fighting spirit. The boy, himself glancingly wounded, escaped. He jumped over a pipe and crawled on.
  It looks like he managed to get away.
  Another shooter's fate was worse. The Germans threw grenades at him, apparently wounding him. But the soldier didn't give up, plunging his dagger into the chest of the nearest Nazi and shouting:
  - And the Motherland and Stalin.
  Another Nazi was stabbed in the neck. The boy shouted:
  - For the glory of communism!
  A wave of stinking, sweaty bodies descended on the boy. Though he fought back, the agile Ilsa the wolf managed to land a sweep, then dragged him out. The boy met her with a knee to the solar plexus. Ilsa twisted, but the boy was immediately grabbed by other rough hands.
  Pelekha jumped up to the prisoner:
  - And this little devil put up stubborn resistance to us?
  The Nazis confronted a boy, who had suffered a deep wound to his shoulder. He had dark hair and a handsome, pleasant Slavic face, occasionally contorted by a grimace of pain.
  Pelekha muttered:
  - Yes, he is still a child, and he put up such stubborn resistance to us, killing our soldiers.
  Ilsa, her face blue and breathing heavily, said:
  - Even though he's a boy, he almost killed me! I suggest we douse him in gasoline and set him on fire.
  Kube snorted:
  - It's too easy!
  Pelekha asked:
  - And what do you suggest?
  Cuba spoke slowly:
  - We'll send him to the Gestapo, where they'll torture him for a long time until they beat all the information out of him.
  Ilsa howled:
  - Just let them allow me to torture him personally!
  Cuba promised:
  - We'll negotiate this with the executioners, but for now let's tie up the little brat, and quickly.
  Pelekha said:
  - Just let them bandage him up so he doesn't bleed out prematurely. You have to be careful with the son of a bitch.
  Kube winced:
  - These Russian sons of bitches are a very resilient race.
  The boy was tied up, and Ilsa approached him and, unable to resist, burned the child's bare heel with her cigarette. The boy winced and groaned only when the rope around his elbows was tightened.
  Ilsa chuckled:
  - And it will not be so for you!
  Then she snorted contemptuously and turned on her heel. The boy fell silent; they took him away to be executed.
  Meanwhile, the Nazis began collecting the corpses and the wounded. It seemed they'd been dealt a hard blow; after all, they hadn't come here to play with trinkets. Ilsa even burst out laughing:
  "This is how Russian children fight! Just two boys and so many corpses, but what will happen when the adults take over?"
  Cuba replied:
  "Russian children have always been crazy! It wasn't for nothing that Hitler said: a German soldier in the East must be cruel to everyone, regardless of whether it's a girl or a boy."
  Ilsa noted:
  - Maybe we should use our children in battles?
  Kube nodded:
  "Nobody's stopping you from doing that! For example, a unit of the Hitler Youth will arrive soon. They won't be sent to the front; they'll fight the partisans."
  Pelekha was surprised:
  - Do you think there will be partisans in Belarus?
  Cuba replied:
  - Of course they will!
  Pelekha snorted contemptuously:
  - Belarusians are too cowardly to lay a paw on the German masters.
  Kube snorted:
  "We just saw how cowardly they are! We need to be prepared for anything, including a serious dressing down from the treacherous Russians. Besides, I heard there are special cells for guerrilla operations."
  Pelekha asked:
  - What do you mean? After all, the Russians were planning to attack Germany.
  Kube grunted:
  "They planned it, but they didn't even prepare any shells for the new T-34 tanks. This is some strange behavior."
  Pelekha raised an eyebrow:
  - What can you expect from an inferior race? You can't deny that Russians are flawed. Both in mind and body!
  Cuba objected:
  - As for the body, I wouldn't say so! Their women are quite pretty. Especially when they scream in pain.
  Pelekha was delighted:
  - Their women have loud voices! Maybe we'll have some fun with them!
  Kube nodded:
  - Not a bad idea at all!
  The fascists dragged in several women and began their horrific fun, which caused groans and screams to be heard.
  The Nazis held flaming torches to the girls' bare feet, causing them to scream, and a strong smell of burning emanated from the air, like roasting lamb.
  Pelekha noted with a smile:
  - It will be so delicious here!
  Ilsa noted with a predatory grin her white, sharp, wolf-like teeth:
  - And it would be nice to feast on the flesh of a boy of about fourteen. It's very appetizing!
  Kube chuckled and noted:
  - Eat a boy? That's great! Although, I prefer girls. It's especially nice to fry their breasts!
  And the villains roared:
  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, chaos reigns!
  The greatest Adolf is planting behind us,
  He rules cruelly and strikes savagely...
  But an SS soldier is not an artist at all,
  And he can finish you all off in the heat of the moment!
  Several boys appeared with their hands bound behind their backs. They were burned from the waist down, and their childish torsos were lacerated by whips, with burn marks visible!
  Ilsa the wolf roared:
  - Now it's really time for them to pay the price!
  Cuba noted:
  "The racks are already prepared. And some very cruel torture awaits them!"
  Pelekha took the red-hot tongs out of the fire and roared:
  - Now these Soviet runts are going to suffer such a terrible thing! It's beyond the power of words, beyond the power of words!
  CHAPTER No 6.
  Let's skip the horrific details. Battles raged on the fronts of the Great Patriotic War.
  The Soviet units retreated. Here's one of them fighting near Borisov. The remnants of seven battalions and six light field guns dug in in the forest.
  The Nazis tried their best to flush out the soldiers. Tanks crept toward their positions, first from one side, then from the other. Their engines humming, they circled the forest, crushing the young birches and aspens at the edges, but they didn't go a hundred meters deep, accustomed to rolling along smooth fields and paths. Tanks and mortars, pulled up close, fired at the forest at random, shells and mortars exploding, snatching up spruce trees yellowed by the heat and splintering the tops of old pines, but hitting almost no one-the soldiers had dug themselves into the ground. The forest groaned with the crackling, strident explosions, the tree trunks drowned in a yellowish fog of gunpowder-the suffocating stinging and sour taste of smoke lingered until nightfall.
  Soviet artillerymen set up their guns on the narrow, grass-covered roads and returned fire sparingly but menacingly. One enemy tank, a brazen T-3, dared to penetrate the Soviet lines and was blown up by a mine skillfully planted on the road by our sappers. Aircraft also swooped in, dropping bombs indiscriminately like capricious children. The dead were buried right there, under the birch trees, and the wounded were sent to the "Rear"-to the center of the perimeter defense, a cozy convoy under the care of nurses.
  By evening, the tanks began to retreat-away from harm's way, ready to receive reinforcements in the morning and attack with renewed vigor. Thus, the soldiers were given the night, which offered rest and renewed hope.
  Colonel Artem Galushko decided that it was not the time for the Russian soldier to passively wait for events and proposed a short meeting of commanders.
  - We need to go on the offensive while it's still dark and deal a strong blow to the damned Fritzes!
  Major Lebedko noted:
  "Attacking the enemy with infantry alone, isn't it too risky? We could simply be wiped out."
  Galushko replied:
  "It's even better without tanks; they make a lot of noise, which will immediately give away the attack. And the infantry will creep in quietly, and we'll hit the enemy head-on with rifle shots and grenades."
  Major Petrova agreed:
  "Our army is an offensive army; it's not fitting for a Soviet soldier to sit on the defensive! I propose we attack the Germans with all our might. They're exhausted after the long march and are now fast asleep. Besides, their previous victories have made them overconfident."
  Colonel Galushka ordered:
  - Let's set out immediately, the summer night is short.
  Petrovna noted:
  - And it's about to rain!
  Galushko asked:
  - Are you sure?
  The major replied:
  - We women are very sensitive in this matter!
  A couple thousand soldiers, some lightly wounded, scattered among the trees, moved toward the village of Korovye, where German soldiers were dozing. The soldiers moved at a half-run through the forest, and upon reaching the fields, their commanders gave a stern command:
  - Move on all fours!
  It started to rain, and crawling through the mud was uncomfortable. The soldiers were as dirty as miners. They approached the village in this filthy state. Tanks were parked on the outskirts. They were of various sizes and types, several homemade machine gun towers, and a self-propelled gun with a howitzer.
  The Germans, of course, weren't stupid and kept guard, but they raised the alarm much too late. The silence of the July night was shattered by bursts of machine gun fire, and the soldiers returned fire.
  Galushka commanded:
  - Attack, fighters!
  Shouts of hurrah followed! The soldiers rushed to the assault. Grenades flew like piles of stones, explosions rang out. The first huts caught fire, and Germans began to jump out, only to be immediately caught in the crossfire.
  Grenades were thrown at tanks, the armor of light vehicles was crumpled, and some of the German structures caught fire.
  Petrovna was one of the first to charge, screaming desperately. Machine guns and automatic weapons fired at the soldiers almost point-blank. Russian soldiers fell, sustaining terrible wounds, but continued to attack with furious abandon.
  So they clashed with the Germans in hand-to-hand combat. This is where Moskin's rifle showed its advantage. Heavier than the German rifle, it was an excellent club, smashing fascist heads.
  There were more Germans than Russians, but half-dressed and half-asleep, they were lousy fighters. They were thrashed unceremoniously, breaking arms and bones. Galushko, as befits a field commander, fired his rifle straight at his opponent's head. Then, rushing forward, he plunged his bayonet into the chest of a tall officer. The officer, already in his death throes, slammed his fist into Artyom's face, leaving a massive bruise under his eye. The Germans' hand-to-hand combat training was poor. They stabbed and felled hundreds. Behind them, the mown-down ranks fell.
  Artem shouted:
  - Reach the commandant's office! Make a maneuver!
  The battle grew increasingly fierce. A crack SS company entered the fray. The fascists, large in size, were well-versed in hand-to-hand combat, making them more difficult to master. But the Soviet soldiers fought desperately. They saw what fascism brought to their people-all the grief and misery, the incredible cruelty of Hitlerism. And anger, especially when righteous, can work miracles.
  With roars and whoops, the soldiers stormed the commandant's office, and the slaughter began. The Nazis scattered, falling under the Russian attacks. Suddenly, however, the situation escalated: a German tank appeared in the rear. Firing with all its machine guns, it rained down on the Russians. Several other tanks followed, spewing streams of fire and lead. Soviet soldiers perished and fell. Grenades and Molotov cocktails hurled themselves at the Nazis. German reinforcements arrived, and the battle somewhat evened out. The fighting raged with unprecedented ferocity. The scales swung back and forth.
  Major Petrova was seriously wounded in the stomach and fell. Several dead soldiers fell near her. An officer's leg was severed. The woman tried to crawl away, but a German stepped on her hand.
  - What a Russian pig, you want to leave!
  Petrova tried to turn around, but three more Germans rushed up to her. They were young, hot-blooded men. Without thinking twice, they tore off Petrovna's tunic and boots, threw off her shoulder belts, and began raping her.
  - She has such a big tits! It's just like a cow's udder!
  The woman, with great difficulty and sheer force, reached for the grenade launcher and yanked the ring. The grenade launcher exploded, cutting the young, lewd stallions to pieces with shrapnel. The woman, not yet thirty, was also killed, so young and pretty, with snow-blond, curly hair. More and more reinforcements were arriving for the Nazis on motorcycles! The scales began to tip in their favor.
  Seeing this, the Soviet soldiers fought with even greater ferocity.
  Galushko shouted:
  - Not a step back! We will fight tenaciously! Forward to the attack! Let's engage the enemy in close combat!
  The soldiers charged forward with all their fury. It seemed as if the sky and earth had changed! The ferocity grew so intense, it was as if stars had fallen from the heavens, bringing their own heat and fervor.
  The Soviet soldier is terrifying in close combat, resistant to wounds, and rushes forward with incredible ferocity.
  Major Lebedko suffered several wounds but remained in the line. He was dying and did not surrender, staggering but not falling. Finally, with a final effort, he overthrew the enemy, piercing him with his bayonet. Several machine-gun bursts pierced him. Lebedko, in his death throes, swung his rifle butt once more, crushing the German's head before falling. A triumphant cry echoed throughout the Nazi camp.
  - The Russians are falling! Beat them!
  But despite heavy losses, the Soviet soldiers had no intention of retreating. They even managed to drive the Nazis from the outskirts of the village. The Nazis retreated. Fighters and a Ju-87 ground attack aircraft appeared from above, rushing at low altitude, unleashing their wrath on the Soviet soldiers. The Soviets, however, did not remain in debt. Grenades were hurled at the Nazis in response, and one of the low-flying ground attack aircraft was shot down.
  But several dozen Soviet huts were burned down, and the Soviet fighters were pushed back again. The soldiers were falling, their strength ebbing. Colonel Galushko shouted in anger:
  - Don't retreat and don't surrender! Stand to the death, for Lenin, for Stalin. For the glory of the fatherland!
  The soldiers were holding on with all their might! The colonel himself was wounded four times and began to bleed. All the soldiers and officers around him died. The colonel's legs gave way, and a whole wave of fascists rushed towards him.
  - Russiš švajn! Du ist epig! - they shouted. - Stalin kaput.
  With a final effort, he detonated a mine with his bloody hands, scattering a couple of dozen fascists in all directions.
  The commander's death didn't break the other soldiers. They fought desperately, ignoring retreat, preferring death. And no one asked for mercy; everyone fought with utmost effort, taking down as many fascists as possible. One of the soldiers, a boy of about sixteen, threw himself under a tank with a bottle of Molotov cocktail, despite being mown down by a burst of fire. It was a terrifying sight; the last soldiers fell, forgetting all battle and fear! It was the death of heroes. A young nurse, before dying, managed to climb a machine-gun tower (the fascists had fled) and raised the victory banner. She sang:
  Victory awaits! Victory awaits! Our great Soviet people! From harvest to sowing, we are ready to work the whole year!
  Then she fell, riddled with bullets. Thus ended the glorious Komsomol member's life. Her bright face beamed with the radiant smile of a true victor. The enraged Nazis trampled her body, tearing it apart with bayonets.
  Although the war didn't go as we'd hoped, it also didn't turn out as the Nazis had planned. Soviet troops fought stubbornly and heroically, demanding no quarter, displaying valor. But unfortunately, as always, there were cowards and traitors who, due to their brutal nature, defected to the Nazis. Unfortunately, this also happened, as did mass surrenders, which was a disgrace. So Stalin was certainly right when he introduced brutal repressions against the families of those who surrendered. To be fair, these repressions weren't wholesale; the NKVD investigated each individual case, and it wasn't with a butcher's club, but rather with a surgeon's knife. And of the former prisoners of war, only eight percent were repressed, and even then, most of them for short terms.
  
  Meanwhile, Ruslan (that was him) was thrown into the casemate. The wounded boy was left bound, even chained to the wall by the neck. The Nazis were so afraid of Russian children. The casemate was damp, and not far from the boy, a girl hung chained to the wall. Completely naked, her body a mass of wounds, bruises, piss marks, cuts, and burns, the girl had been tortured. She was unconscious and only moaned softly.
  The boy looked at the walls. The prison was ancient, built during the tsarist era. The walls were thick, and the small window, just under the ceiling, was barred. Ruslan felt like not just a prisoner, but a prisoner of antiquity. Like the legendary rebel Stenka Razin, torture and execution awaited him.
  Ruslan groaned. Could he, an eleven-year-old boy, endure the torture? Would he start crying like a girl? After all, it wasn't fitting for a pioneer to moan and cry. Ruslan turned over; his wound was hurting terribly. His elbows were tied together, and he had to somehow turn to get relief, to change his angle. The terrible pain subsided for a moment.
  The cell stunk terribly. The floor was stained with dried blood. Gnawed bones lay scattered about. People? It was frightening, clearly many prisoners had passed through this cell. Ruslan thought the Nazis had only recently captured Minsk. And when had they managed to wreak such havoc? Could these really be older victims. The NKVD, for example? The boy winced. It was downright terrifying! How difficult it was in this dungeon. There was no one to talk to, and the girl seemed completely stunned. The executioners had apparently tortured her, like the heroes of antiquity. The only question was, why? What harm could a young girl have done to the Nazis? But then again, Ruslan was just a boy, and he had started killing, fighting this scum. The Nazis had placed their nation above all other nations and peoples. In doing so, they had legitimized evil and suffering! No normal person should fight such lawlessness. Besides, the Germans themselves weren't free; they were shackled by the totalitarian apparatus. It stifles every possible initiative and expression of human emotion. Fascism comes from the word "ligament." It mercilessly binds people, turning them into chained slaves. Communism, on the other hand, elevates man, gives him new strength, and stimulates the flame of life. There is a significant difference. Communism is international in nature and universal. Hitlerism elevates only one nation, not all of humanity. This is its flaw. But people share common roots, as has been biologically proven. Both blacks and whites have perfectly healthy and fertile offspring. He, Ruslan, the son of a Gypsy and a Belarusian woman, is quite resilient, not at all a moron, and is ready to fight fascism. Of course, Pavel proved stronger and managed to escape the enemy, killing many Germans. Ruslan, on the other hand, acted like a weakling and was captured. Perhaps he should have saved his last bullet for himself. Although dead, he won't be able to kill another German! And so, he's alive, even if he suffers.
  Ruslan scratched his slightly singed foot on a damp stone. Ilsa found the most painful spot and burned it with a cigarette, causing a blister. But it wouldn't break the brave boy. On the contrary, the pain should become an incentive that would increase his courage. And a pioneer never breaks. The Germans' triumph is temporary. Sooner or later, they will be defeated, just as evil always loses to good. One could argue, of course, that good triumphs only in fairy tales, but in real life, everything is more complicated. But even a fairy tale is only a reflection of reality. After all, much that was a dream has now become reality. Ruslan thought: maybe he is destined to die? That's entirely possible! But does he fear death? If communism triumphs, then he and the other heroes of the Soviet Union will be resurrected for a new, happy, and eternal life. Then he will live in a world without sorrow, suffering, death, and evil! The only thing that matters is that the final victory be achieved! Only then will all fallen heroes be resurrected! And the reign of communism will dawn! A world where the most cherished dreams come true. A universe where man owns everything that exists, everything one can only dream of, and not even always count on success. Such is the complex and multifaceted world. And then other worlds will open their arms to man. So what! Perhaps evil also exists in the boundless expanses of space! It will haunt and torment living aliens. But capitalism will give them freedom too! It will break the bonds of slavery and humiliation. The time and hour of freedom will come, illuminating the earth with its radiant light! And the peoples of darkness will cast off the yoke of darkness, and man will conquer the worlds of the universe! And our grandchildren will remember, in disbelief, how we lived in darkness under an iron heel. We bore the marks of the evil beast, but now we walk in pure and holy faith!
  Ruslan was even surprised at how coherently his thoughts had formed. There was something special and unique about them. It was like during the civil war, when verse was the proletariat's main weapon, while prose was perhaps even somewhat despised and neglected. Now the poet is a prisoner, his pens and lyre, so to speak, in chains. Nevertheless, he doesn't give up and looks forward to a bright future. And what that future will be depends on each person. It's not like one person decides and imposes everything.
  Ruslan said:
  - The future depends on us! Even when it seems like nothing depends on us!
  The boy twisted around, trying to grind the rods. It was a tedious and difficult task, but there was always a chance of success. Ruslan, overcoming the terrible pain, began to grind against the wall. The main thing was not to cry out, not to show weakness. He was a Pioneer, and therefore the embodiment of courage. If he had to fight, then he would fight, and he would surely win! For the glory of the Soviet fatherland.
  The boy rubbed stubbornly, at that moment the girl came to her senses and muttered:
  - Blue bunnies were jumping on the green lawn!
  And then she sank into oblivion again. The boy said:
  "Unfortunate woman! Those damned fascists tortured her! But I believe revenge won't be long in coming! The time for victory over the monsters of humanity is approaching." The boy turned and sang:
  And the flag will shine over the planet,
  There is no holy country in the universe more beautiful!
  And if necessary, we will die again,
  For communism, in the greatness of our cause!
  The pain washed over the boy again; he moved slightly away from the wall and began to jerk his head.
  Then a creaking sound was heard, and five tall SS men entered the cell. Without hesitation, they kicked the boy with their boots and grabbed him by the arms:
  - Let's go, bitch!
  Ruslan knew it was futile to resist. They unfastened his collar. They hit him a couple more times and carried him away. An icy chill washed over the boy, wondering where they were taking him. Could the worst thing really be about to happen?
  Indeed, the boy was being dragged somewhere downwards. And, oddly enough, it was getting warmer. Ruslan suddenly felt much more cheerful: what a disaster! He'd get out of this mess, too.
  They carried him down the steps, slowly descending! Finally, the boy felt the dampness give way to dryness. The executioners carried the child into a fairly spacious room. The walls, however, looked ominous, with various, fantastically shaped instruments hanging from them. The boy saw several blazing fireplaces and a contraption shaped like a rack. There were also numerous stretchers and various torture devices. Ruslan suddenly felt a heaviness in his stomach, a stabbing sensation!
  This is fear! The boy realized that he must not give in to it under any circumstances!
  Ruslan tensed. An SS colonel sat in the room, along with a woman he already knew-the one who had helped capture the boy. Ruslan turned pale; clearly, a difficult fate awaited him if these hardened executioners were about to interrogate a child. No, he wouldn't give in to them, even if he had to scream and scream! But the question was, would he be able to endure it?
  The SS Colonel asked:
  - Name!
  Ruslan remained silent. A whip was lashed at him. The SS colonel repeated again:
  - Tell me your name, little one!
  Ruslan responded angrily:
  - I'm little Stalin!
  The SS colonel snorted:
  - That's the tone of voice that little bastard has! He obviously wants a tougher line.
  Ilsa squealed:
  - Let's fry the boy's heels.
  The SS Colonel asked:
  - Name your accomplices and in this case we will let you go!
  Ruslan replied:
  - All Soviet people are my accomplices, from old man to child!
  The SS Colonel whistled:
  - You're a stubborn creature! You don't understand that we can kill you!
  Ruslan replied:
  - The fascists can kill, but what they cannot do is take away the hope of immortality!
  The colonel shouted:
  - Get started!
  They grabbed Ruslan, cut the ropes, and unceremoniously tore off the bandages. The boy gasped. His arms were forced behind him and brought to the rack. A rope was thrown over his hands. The colonel shouted:
  - Twist the bastard's joints!
  The rope pulled upward. Ruslan felt a hellish pain in his wounded shoulder and groaned:
  - Mom! This is terrible!
  The colonel bared his teeth:
  - You will talk!
  Ruslan shook his head:
  - No!
  Heavy shackles were placed on the boy's legs, and the bones in his shoulders cracked under the terrible pressure. Blood began to flow. The pain was horrific. Ruslan turned pale, his forehead was covered in sweat, and an involuntary groan escaped his lips, but he still found the strength to speak:
  - No! And once again no!
  Ilsa placed a steel ramrod in the fireplace and said with a grin:
  - Dear boy, confess and we will give you some chocolates.
  Ruslan shouted:
  - No! I don't need your filthy ersatz!
  Ilsa screamed:
  - You are such a bitch!
  Then she pulled a red-hot ramrod from the flames and plunged it into the wound. Ruslan had never experienced such pain before; he caught his breath, and lost consciousness from shock.
  Ilsa, like an experienced executioner, began to massage his cheeks and neck, and quickly brought the boy to his senses.
  - Don't hope, bastard, to find oblivion in a saving shock!
  The SS Colonel ordered:
  - Fry his heels.
  The SS executioners immediately lit a small fire, the flames licking the child's beautiful, bare feet. Ilsa, meanwhile, plunged the red-hot ramrod into the wound again. The SS doctor injected the boy with a special drug to sharpen his pain and slow his loss of consciousness. Now Ruslan was overwhelmed by a boundless ocean of suffering, even worse than Dante's Inferno. Two other executioners began driving white-hot pins under the boy's fingernails. Overwhelmed by horrific suffering, Ruslan felt himself on the verge of complete collapse. But suddenly, in his delirium, the image of Stalin appeared before him:
  "What should we do, chief?" the boy asked.
  And Stalin answered smiling:
  - What else can a pioneer do in this situation? Just don't cry! Take a deep breath and sing.
  Ruslan forced a smile:
  - Yes sir!
  The boy tensed up and, with great effort, began to sing in a breaking, but at the same time clear and strong voice, composing it right on the spot:
  He fell into terrible fascist captivity,
  I'm floating on the waves of terrible pain!
  But while bleeding, he sang songs,
  After all, a fearless pioneer is friends with his heart!
  
  And I will tell you firmly, executioners,
  What vile joy you have poured out in vain!
  If a weak person tells me to keep quiet,
  After all, the pain is excruciating and simply terrible!
  
  But I know, I firmly believe,
  Fascism will be cast into the abyss!
  A stream of evil flames will douse you,
  And all who fell will rise again rejoicing!
  
  And our faith in communism is strong,
  Let's fly like a falcon and become higher than all the stars!
  Let rivers of honey and wine flow,
  The whole world will hear the loud horn of advice!
  
  And the pioneer, clutching his machine gun tightly,
  Look higher into the sky, young man!
  And show the wavering an example,
  Your tie is as bright as a carnation!
  
  Fatherland, you mean everything to me,
  My dear mother and the meaning of my entire young life!
  Letting go of this difficult life for now,
  Our people are suffering under evil fascism!
  
  But the red youth strains his will,
  Spit in the bandit's face with the hellish swastika!
  Let the enemies shudder in rage,
  And they will be defeated by the Red Army!
  
  The USSR is a sacred country,
  What has communism given to the peoples!
  How our mother gave us her heart,
  For happiness, peace, hope and freedom!
  There, a boy of about ten sang and demonstrated the extraordinary courage of Soviet children. And it was clear that the Nazis might have formidable E-series tanks, jet aircraft, and even fearsome and invulnerable disc-shaped aircraft. But they lacked the kind of heroism and self-sacrifice unique to Soviet people.
  Ilsa the wolf remarked:
  - What a boy! It's like a piece of steel!
  Pelekha noted:
  - Yes, this is exactly the kind of people we have to deal with!
  Ilsa exclaimed:
  - We will destroy them all, and then populate them with Africans and Indians!
  Ruslan exclaimed:
  - You can't hang them all!
  Ilsa growled:
  - Well, we'll show you, Kuzka's mother!
  And the monstrous shrew took and hit the already burnt and scratched beaten boy with hot barbed wire.
  Ruslan's childish head jerked and fell to the side. The boy partisan lost consciousness completely.
  CHAPTER No 7.
  Stalin-Gron received information from various sources. The enemy, with overwhelming numerical superiority, was advancing. The German E-series tanks were very powerful, as were their jet aircraft. The enemy also had a significant advantage in numbers, especially in infantry. Moreover, the infantry was mobile, with many vehicles and motorcycles, plus submachine guns, assault rifles, and machine guns.
  Stopping something like this is extremely difficult. Especially since something similar has happened before in real history, but Hitler didn't have so many troops or such advanced technological advances back then.
  And Japan and its colonies are also pushing in from the east. So, in real history, Hitler fought on two fronts. And now Stalin-Putin is forced to fight on two fronts himself.
  While the debate continued about where to launch a counterattack, the Red Army was only patching up the holes.
  Stalin-Gron ordered tanks to be equipped with active armor. But this took time. Active armor is effective against shaped-charge shells, but not so much against kinetic ones. The Nazis' shells, however, had enormous kinetic energy, and their shells also had uranium cores.
  What else can be done? The T-54 tank still requires some time to master and launch into production. Although, in theory, Soviet designers already know everything.
  Gron isn't a technology expert. He's more of a master of sabotage and guerrilla warfare. The latter might be a good thing. Both the Taliban and the Iraqi Islamists won using guerrilla warfare. Although the Americans took over Iraq in three weeks. Saddam Hussein, however, never lived to see his victory: he was captured and hanged.
  Stalin-Gron certainly thought about this. Hide somewhere in the Ural Mountains in a bunker and lead the resistance from underground. But the Nazis aren't liberal Americans. They could, in a fight against the partisans, slaughter all the Russians and populate the vast expanses of the USSR with Indians, or Poles, or even Africans.
  So, can you really replicate Afghanistan here? Especially since the Americans may have left, but they destroyed the entire Al-Qa'ida leadership and the Taliban. Mullah Omar died, as did bin Laden and their deputies. So, it's not the most cheerful comparison. True, Stalin wasn't young anymore either. He was either sixty-six in 1946, or maybe sixty-seven if Stalin was born in 1978. Which, however, is precisely what's not known. And I wanted to inhabit a fresher, younger body again. Maybe even a boy's or an elf's.
  In some worlds, for example, elves do not age and live for more than a thousand years.
  And here they've placed a truly insane burden on you. Suvorov-Rezun was right: the smartest thing for Stalin to do would have been to attack first, without waiting for a terrible blow to be dealt, and to do so after securing all the resources of Britain and its colonies, and even the United States and its controlled territories. Stalin had to attack if he wanted to win and survive.
  Although Suvorov-Rezun exaggerated the USSR's tank and air power and clearly underestimated the capabilities of the Wehrmacht, Stalin still had a roughly four-to-one advantage in equipment. But in infantry, in 1941, before mobilization was declared, the Third Reich had the upper hand.
  And to declare mobilization means to reveal one"s plans for a preventive war.
  Stalin was very cautious in his foreign policy. He didn't even dare to launch a special operation against Tito in Yugoslavia. Although military experts claimed that for the Red Army, hardened by the Great Patriotic War, this was a piece of cake! It would only take a couple of weeks, maybe less, especially if the generals of Serbian descent defected to Stalin's side. But the Generalissimo showed restraint, and his troops remained stationary.
  That's why Hitler was never attacked. And as a result, the Führer was able to conquer almost the entire world, and the USSR attacked.
  Stalin-Gron listened to Zhukov's report.
  The famous marshal advised trying to organize a defense along the Dnieper and withdrawing their units beyond the river.
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  - And what are you proposing to do with handing over Kyiv?
  Zhukov objected:
  "Not exactly a great one. I propose holding the line in Kyiv itself. The city is on high ground and can be defended very well. As for the other areas, it's better to retreat beyond the Dnieper."
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  "But in the center, the enemy has already begun crossing the Dnieper in some places. It's probably too late to hold them back here!"
  Zhukov noted:
  "We need to organize counterattacks. We can't hold back the enemy with passive defense alone!"
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  "We need to make more active use of NKVD blocking detachments. They must open fire if our units attempt to retreat. Furthermore, we need to put into practice the order to shoot the family members of those who surrender. Or, more accurately, hang them. Hang a dozen wives and children over twelve on the gallows. And publicize all this. Then people will not surrender like that."
  Zhukov nodded:
  - It's possible! And don't you feel sorry for hanging teenagers?
  Stalin-Gron replied:
  "It's enough that we don't hang those under twelve; they'll be sent to prison orphanages. Let them work there. In Britain, children were working from the age of five, so why shouldn't we do the same? We need both soldiers at the front and workers at the machine tools. The T-54 tank should be put into production immediately, even if it's not fully developed."
  Zhukov noted:
  "That's Voznesensky's fault. Our troops are fighting fiercely. But a major miscalculation was made-they weren't trained to fight defensively. And our troops were unprepared to repel attacks. And the German tanks are stronger than ours. And I won't even mention the enemy's jet aircraft-they have total air superiority!"
  Stalin-Gron remarked with a sigh:
  "I understand! We have too little time to deploy our own jet aircraft. But without it, we can't hold the skies."
  Zhukov suggested:
  - It is necessary to organize a counterattack against the Turkish troops, they are weaker, and here success is possible.
  Stalin-Gron looked at the map. The Turks had surrounded Yerevan and were able to storm Batumi. Their troops were primarily armed with older models of German tanks, as well as obsolete American Sherman tanks. However, even the Sherman is no weaker than the Soviet T-34-85, and that's a fact. But the Turks needed to be attacked-if only they had reserves.
  Stalin-Gron reported:
  - We'll talk about this with Vasilevsky!
  A counterattack against the Ottomans required reserves. During the Great Patriotic War, the USSR built up reserves with astonishing speed. However, during the Ukrainian-Russian War, the same was not true. There were constantly insufficient reserves to exploit partial successes. It was one of the most senseless and bloody wars in human history.
  Marshal Vasilevsky showed a map of the headquarters' reserves. Overall, the counterattack forces were forming quite quickly. Naturally, their level of training and battlefield coordination was questionable. But even during the Great Patriotic War, the combat strength had been poor. And the pilots went into battle with only eight hours of flight time.
  But they fought and, it seems, even won. But now the enemy has an advantage in quantity, not just quality. Something asymmetrical is needed.
  In this case, nothing but guerrilla and sabotage warfare came to mind. Although holding the front is very difficult. The enemy is too numerous.
  The offensive is being waged on a very broad front, in all directions. Given the enemy's overwhelming superiority in numbers, manpower, and equipment, the correct tactic is to stretch the front as much as possible and disperse the USSR's reserves.
  Murmansk is still holding out, but the Nazis have already cut off the railway. And it's surrounded. The situation is alarming.
  The Nazis landed troops in Crimea and began to occupy it.
  There are German and American battleships and aircraft carriers in the Black Sea. And that's alarming.
  Sevastopol has been bombed. And it's hitting with terrible force.
  At sea, the Axis powers had an overwhelming advantage.
  Especially in large surface ships. And the Germans have a lot of submarines, too. Some of them run on hydrogen peroxide. And they move very quickly underwater.
  Stalin-Gron noted with a sigh:
  - Yes, the forces are very unequal.
  But Marshal Vasilevsky also promised that the people's militia would be well-armed and well-trained. And indeed, it was trained even before the war at OVAKHIM.
  And they will fight for every city, village or neighborhood.
  Next came a meeting with Beria. He was tasked with solving the main task: organizing an underground resistance movement and guerrilla warfare in the occupied territories.
  Beria stated:
  Underground organizations are already active. Partisan units are being trained in advance. But the Nazis aren't stupid. They recruit policemen, using local nationalists. The Banderites are particularly problematic. They enjoy the support of the local population, especially in the western regions of Ukraine, and they cause problems.
  Gron-Stalin replied:
  - Discredit Banderovites in the eyes of the local population. Use all kinds of provocations.
  Beria replied:
  "Comrade Stalin is already doing this. And we're working everywhere. There are underground cells in the Far East, too. They're also working, particularly in Primorye, where the Japanese have entrenched themselves. And they're surrounding Vladivostok."
  Gron-Stalin asked:
  - How about mobilizing prisoners? We need soldiers at the front!
  The People's Commissar of Internal Affairs replied:
  "We need convicts, too, for logging and military factories. But we're already mobilizing former military personnel. It must be said, however, that criminals aren't very reliable and often desert with their weapons. That's why we try not to give weapons to penal prisoners until they reach the front lines."
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  "We need to mobilize more political forces. They're much more reliable, and they're eager to atone for their guilt before the Soviet regime!"
  Beria confirmed:
  "Yes, it's no secret to us that many political prisoners were repressed for no apparent reason! But it's best not to overturn their sentences; let them atone for their guilt with blood!"
  Stalin-Gron lowered his voice and asked:
  - Can you kill Hitler?
  The People's Commissar of Internal Affairs answered confidently:
  "In principle, it's possible. Although the Führer has a large security detail. But Hitler loves a luxurious life; palaces are built for him, he has numerous women in his employ, and he travels around the country and the world. This is, in principle, feasible, despite a couple of elite SS divisions as his personal guard. But the Führer also uses body doubles. Hitler is a daredevil only in words. In reality, he fears assassination, and he has a ton of people who resemble him, both in voice and in face, after plastic surgery."
  Stalin-Gron nodded:
  - I have those too. It's clear that Germany wouldn't be the same without Hitler, and Russia wouldn't be the same without Stalin!
  Beria noted:
  "But we're working on it. There were ideas even before the war, but we'll have to be very careful not to provoke the Germans. We have our own people in the Reich Chancellery and the SS!"
  Stalin-Gron asked:
  - And what about the highest-ranking agent?
  Beria lowered his voice and replied:
  - Head of the Gestapo Müller!
  The leader of the USSR chuckled and asked:
  - Do you have Stirlitz among your agents?
  The People's Commissar of Internal Affairs shrugged his shoulders:
  - I don't remember, Comrade Stalin. I'll try to check the card index!
  Stalin-Gron nodded and continued:
  - Try to protect Müller. And did you try to recruit Schellenberg?
  Beria answered honestly:
  "We tried, but it didn't work! We even worked with Bormann. But that's too high a level. Overall, we've had some success. Although removing the Führer won't be easy!"
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  Hitler's official successor is Göring, but he's hooked on drugs, and it looks like he'll soon be replaced for health reasons. After Hitler, Himmler wields the most power in the Third Reich. He's like your Lavrenty. Do you think he'll want to hand over power to Borovoy?
  Beria shrugged his shoulders and replied:
  A power struggle in the Third Reich will be inevitable. Incidentally, Hitler has children conceived through artificial insemination, but they are still too young, and there are over a hundred of them. So it's unclear which of them is the heir to the throne. Of course, eliminating Hitler would be to our advantage. Just as eliminating Stalin would be to Nazi Germany's advantage.
  The leader of all times and peoples noted:
  - Alas, my Vaska is no match for my successor, just like Yakov!
  Beria responded with enthusiasm:
  - Long live, Comrade Stalin! We don't think about your successor, we serve only you!
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  - That's commendable! Okay, Lavrenty, keep up the good work and be more energetic.
  Next up was Deputy People's Commissar of the Aviation Industry Yakovlev. He announced the serial production of the more powerfully armed Yak-11.
  "This aircraft, Comrade Stalin, has three aircraft cannons-one 37mm and two 20mm. It's our most armed fighter."
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  "The TA-152 has six cannons, and the ME-262 X has five thirty-millimeter cannons each. And most importantly, we don't have serial production of jet aircraft. And there's no quick fix for this problem!"
  Yakovlev nodded with a sigh:
  "To launch jet aviation, the entire structure would have to be rebuilt. Pilots would need to be trained, the runway would need to be extended, and much more. And fuel consumption would be higher, and that's something we need to understand!"
  Stalin-Gron nodded:
  "I understand that! But perhaps it would be better to focus on lighter, cheaper aircraft. And make the machines as maneuverable as possible, even if armed only with a cannon!"
  The deputy people's commissar nodded:
  "That makes sense, Comrade Stalin. Especially since there are fewer weapons, and the vehicle is simpler to produce, cheaper, and lighter, which means it's more maneuverable."
  Stalin-Gron confirmed:
  - The Germans were too carried away by the vehicle's firepower. Way too much!
  Yakovlev noted:
  "But they can use their fighters, with their powerful armor and weapons, as attack aircraft and frontline aviation. For example, their propeller-driven TA-152 is a real workhorse and a jack of all trades. We'd love to have an aircraft like that that could be multirole."
  The leader logically noted:
  "First and foremost, we need a good fighter. And the IL-10 is also a good attack aircraft."
  The deputy people's commissar muttered:
  - German is still better.
  Stalin-Gron muttered:
  - Be careful with such statements! You could get charged!
  Yakovlev was genuinely frightened and remained silent. His fingers were visibly shaking.
  Then there was a meeting with the designer Mikoyan.
  He reported on work on the MiG-15 jet. And there were also a ton of flaws there. The aircraft is not yet ready for serial production.
  Voznesensky was pleased to report a sharp increase in SU-100 production. The self-propelled gun is simpler and cheaper to produce than the T-34-85 tank, yet more powerfully armed. Moreover, the SU-100 fires faster than the SU-122, is lighter, more maneuverable, and has a larger ammunition supply.
  True, against, for example, the E series, the frontal armor is also insufficient, especially.
  Voznesensky noted:
  "For the future IS-7 tank, we developed a more powerful 130mm gun with a muzzle velocity of 900 meters per second. But putting such a tank into production is fundamentally unrealistic. A self-propelled gun, however, is entirely possible. I've already given the order to develop a simple, compact vehicle with heavily sloped armor."
  Stalin-Gron nodded:
  "We need to work faster! We need to increase production of the SU-100, maybe even abandoning heavy tanks. The KV series is not very successful and is outdated. We need small but agile vehicles. Considering that German tanks have good armor-piercing capabilities, we should probably make our tanks lighter. The armor is thinner, but they are more maneuverable."
  Voznesensky nodded:
  "We'll try, Comrade Stalin! There's a problem with gas turbine engines. They're not so easy to put into production. Although we seem to know about them in theory."
  Stalin-Gron sighed heavily. In fact, the first mass-produced gas-turbine tank, the T-80, appeared in the USSR only in 1985. And under wartime conditions, it was unrealistic to put it into production. At least not quickly. But a gas-turbine engine is more powerful than a diesel engine and accelerates the tank much faster, which is crucial in maneuver warfare.
  Stalin-Gron gave the order:
  - Use better armor and screens. And try making some tanks out of wood. It might be the best option!
  Voznesensky noted:
  - Airplane wings could be made out of wood! And they'd be busy doing it already!
  The leader remarked:
  "It would be great if we could make plastic as strong as titanium. Then we'd have better technology than Hitler's. Work on it."
  After Voznesensky, Stalin spoke with Zhdanov. They discussed the need to increase artillery production, especially anti-tank guns. The optimal caliber here was probably a 203-millimeter gun, capable of penetrating E-series tanks from the front, given the appropriate ammunition, of course.
  Zhdanov noted:
  "Large-caliber guns have less accuracy and rate of fire. A 100-millimeter anti-aircraft gun is good, but it only penetrates the sides of E-series tanks, and not all of them! The E-5s are a concern; they're very fast and practically impossible to hit!"
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  - We need to fire the aircraft cannons! They'll penetrate the E-5.
  Zhdanov replied with a sigh:
  "Unfortunately, they don't penetrate! Especially with self-propelled guns shaped like a rectangular pyramid and with cemented armor. And aircraft shells ricochet off them."
  The chief exclaimed:
  - Make the aircraft cannons more powerful, otherwise I will court-martial you!
  Zhdanov trembled:
  - Yes, comrade Stalin!
  Stalin-Gron exclaimed:
  "And produce more weapons of all kinds. Especially the Andryushas. We'll melt the enemy into a liquid surface, or a lake!"
  After Zhdanov, Stalin-Gron decided to look at the map himself. The enemy was advancing in all directions. From the north, they were approaching Leningrad. The Finns had already taken Vyborg. And a threatening situation was developing. In addition to the Finns, Swedish and Norwegian forces, as well as troops from the Third Reich, were also active there. The situation was more than alarming.
  Hitler's army was composed of foreign troops under German command. And it was truly a formidable force. In real history, the E-series tanks failed to fight. The Third Reich held out for far too short a time. And even if the Germans had deployed any vehicles, it would have been only the E-10 and E-25 self-propelled guns. These self-propelled guns were certainly good! And they could have caused serious problems for the Red Army.
  Stalin-Gron drank a little of the good Georgian red stuff. Still, his body isn't young, and it's not particularly pleasant. Oh, if only I could truly become a teenager. How wonderful and cool that would be. Like, becoming a karate kid!
  And how he kicks the orc in the chin with his bare foot. And it will be great and cool.
  Stalin-Gron met with Khrushchev again. He reported that the sowing had been completed successfully, and that the USSR had enough food for a couple of years. He also reported that they were trying to mass-produce the SU-100 tractors instead of tractors, but this required some restructuring of the production process. Overall, relying on dryers was the best option.
  Nikita also reported that the USSR had developed a new, particularly fast-growing breed of pig, and that a Soviet cow had produced a record milk yield in a single year.
  Stalin-Gron gave this cautious approval. Overall, he decided against executing Nikita Khrushchev in agriculture for now; he was in his element.
  Then he wanted to have some fun. So they put on a color film about pioneer heroes.
  A handsome, fair-haired boy in shorts, Timur, who looked to be about thirteen, blew his horn. Then he rushed forward with the other boys, his bare, slightly dusty heels flashing.
  The children fought the Nazis. They fired at the fascists with special bows and arrows. They also used slingshots. There were girls with the boys. They were also very beautiful, shapely, barefoot, with blond hair and tanned skin. And they were agile. And they wore red ties around their necks.
  Boys and girls shoot at the Nazis. They attack in ranks, as if in a psychic attack. Officers, covered in medals, lead the way. The Young Pioneers pound them. The Nazis fall and keep going.
  And here are Hitler's tanks-squat ones with very long gun barrels. They even look scary and approaching.
  But brave children press the buttons with their bare toes and the catapults are activated, destroying the fascists.
  There's an explosion, and the Nazi tank flips over. Its wheels, their tracks torn off, spin. Steel balls roll and the grass burns. Then another explosion, and two Nazi tanks with swastikas collide. The armor bursts, and they burn with a blazing flame. Timur stomps his bare foot, his callused soles clawing at the shell casing, and shouts:
  - Glory to communism! Glory to the heroes!
  And the girl Annastasia also releases a gift of annihilation from the catapult and squeals:
  - Glory to the USSR and Stalin!
  And boys and girls dance with bare, tanned, muscular legs.
  And the children sing with great enthusiasm:
  I believe in my Holy Motherland,
  That Truth can earn salvation!
  We will protect our children from evil -
  Believe me, the enemy will receive vengeance from us!
  
  My sword strikes like Ilya's treasure,
  And the hands are tired and don"t know what battle is!
  We are like a reliable shield for the Fatherland,
  To protect a place in pure paradise from the vile!
  
  Retreat, strike and lunge again - hit,
  Such is the fate of the soldier's path, alas!
  As long as even one villain lives,
  Clean the barrel and front sight of the machine gun!
  
  You have to fight if it's a fairy tale world,
  Sometimes it can be really cool to throw away a howl!
  But we keep the honor of our Fatherland,
  Although sometimes there is a heap of corpses!
  
  We were born in a lucky country -
  In which everyone can become a hero!
  In which to people, and then to myself,
  The warrior is the strongest and bravest!
  
  And now we will shout - forward,
  To storm the redoubts, the mighty fortresses!
  So that it doesn"t happen that the mind is lying -
  We will blow away the clouds with our planes!
  
  Of course, you can end up straight in hell,
  If all paths are like bindweed and sow thistle...
  But even there the swords of the fighters strike,
  And bombs are falling from the belly of the planes!
  
  And what is hell for a Russian fighter?
  Know another test!
  We will stand firm in the battle until the end -
  Let us fulfill God's True Desire!
  
  And we will defeat the gangs of trolls and ghouls,
  Let's reach the place where Earth is Eden!
  The eagle will put an end to the vile crows,
  Honor and faith will lead us to achievements!
  
  Life flows like a spring in a stormy stream,
  Let what we asked Christ for come true!
  Grace will flow like a stream of water,
  To the glory of Mother Russia!
  CHAPTER No 8.
  Hitler's greatest ace of all time, Volka Rybachenko, while vacationing in the Canary Islands, also wrote something with interest:
  The children's battalion continues to fight. It's already November 1955. Of course, it's gotten colder and even snowing. But the boys and girls, along with Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova, are still barefoot and wearing summer clothes. Are young pioneers really afraid of the cold? They are seasoned and very strong fighters.
  A boy named Oleg throws a lethal fragmentation grenade with his bare foot, nimble as a monkey's paw. It explodes, overturning Hitler's motorcycle. That's the showdown.
  And without thinking twice, the girl Margarita also threw an explosive package of coal. And it exploded with great force, scattering the fascists.
  The young warriors shouted in chorus:
  - Glory to the USSR! Glory to the heroes!
  The children's battalion fought desperately for Stalingrad. The defense of this city was even more heroic than in 1942. The enemy was strong.
  Here comes a Sturmtiger-3, a very dangerous machine. Its rocket launcher is automatically loaded. And it's pounding Soviet positions with frenzied fury.
  Oleg launched a radio-controlled explosive cart. It slipped under the tread of a self-propelled assault gun.
  Boy Oleg dug his bare, childish heel into the rubble. And the child-terminator's breath caught.
  After which she took off and ran.
  And Hitler's plane was thrown upward by the powerful shock. With such force that it literally tore apart. And the bombs inside began to explode. A hellish detonation ensued. So much destruction and death.
  Several German vehicles were damaged. Their barrels were bent, etc., which was quite painful.
  The girl Margarita squeaked and chirped:
  - To new frontiers of our victories!
  The child terminators continued to fight with great fury, and with a sense of elbows and bare heels.
  The young warriors fired their homemade anti-tank rifles, and they did it accurately.
  Oleg hurled a bag of coal dust with his childish foot, a lethal force. And another tank flipped over. Its barrel suddenly twisted, literally becoming a spring.
  Margarita noted with a chuckle:
  - Fabulous!
  And with her bare toes she also tossed a pea of death. And again Hitler's tanks overturn and burn. And the flames are so bright and blue.
  Pioneer boy Andreyka exclaims:
  - That's great!
  The pioneer girl also threw a pea of death with her bare, sharpened foot. And again the motorcycles fly apart.
  Oleg chuckled, fired a burst and sang:
  How good it is to be a general,
  Although he's not a bad boy either...
  I'll hit the enemy with a pencil case,
  Cherubs hover above us!
  And with his bare, round heel the boy tossed a pea with an antiparticle.
  The children fight desperately and with great courage. But the Komsomol girls are also fighting at the same time. They are also extremely courageous. And they, of course, are not averse to using sniper rifles and their bare toes.
  Watching this, Oleg remembered a computer game. Something like World War II, but with the ability to upgrade weapons and a cheat code. Thanks to the cheat code, the USSR could have had the IS-7 tank as early as 1941, instead of the German E-100, or even the E-50M. The latter vehicle, unlike the standard E-50, featured a more compact layout, with the engine and transmission located together, in a single transverse block. The gearbox was located on the engine itself, which was very convenient. And thanks to the joystick control system, the crew was reduced to three.
  The E-50 became smaller, lower in silhouette, and weighed about forty tons with its engine revving to 1,200 horsepower. Imagine what a fast, flying tank it became, with excellent ergonomics.
  And then there's the E-75, also with a compacted configuration and a 1,500-horsepower gas turbine engine. And the cheater's code allowed for all of this to be done in either 1941 or even 1939, which made the game especially interesting! You could also cheat yourself for other nations.
  True, the Japanese army, especially in tanks, is weak. But they have decent infantry. And their fighters are top-notch. Japan can win using airborne troops. And the Land of the Rising Sun's navy is quite powerful. It has both aircraft carriers and battleships.
  Oleg radios a small car loaded with explosives. It drives fast and then slams into the tracks of a Nazi tank. The car explodes violently. The wheels fly off in all directions.
  The boy took it and squeaked:
  - Glory to communism!
  Margarita also threw something murderous with her bare foot and chirped:
  - Glory to the heroes!
  The children continued to fight with great ferocity. And other boys and girls joined in. They fired machine guns and slingshots. Now that was destruction.
  And the tanks simply flipped over. They burned like plastic. And the metal melted. This was truly total destruction.
  A couple of boys launched something extremely deadly from a catapult. And the kids bared their white teeth. And then Hitler's tank flipped over and burned like a candle.
  The young warriors are simply delighted.
  What a magnificent children's team this is. And Oleg, using a box, launches rockets shaped like birdhouses at the Nazi stormtroopers. Explosions flare, and large, fiery blobs spread across the sky.
  Children, their soles glittering with fallen snow, carried homemade launchers and fired at the Nazis.
  The girl in the short skirt, Margarita, giggled and sang:
  The universe shook from the explosions,
  And the stars watered the sky with velvet...
  War burns with the evil passion of hell,
  And the Devil wants to destroy Russia!
  Oleg threw a boomerang with his bare, boyish foot, and several Nazis were beheaded.
  And the young warrior picked up:
  Although the giant's homeland is not small,
  The number of galaxies is constant...
  The Most High God rubbed the veil,
  You are lucky to live in a magical land!
  Andreyka's boy launched a homemade drone at the Nazis. It pierced the turret of a Panther-4.
  The young warrior sang:
  In the fierce battle the cosmos boiled,
  We will confirm our glory with a steel sword...
  Wreckage of starships, mountains of bodies,
  We will defeat the enemies of the Fatherland!
  The girl Katya also used her bare, nimble feet and noted:
  Like a hurricane, a stream of human blood,
  Yes, the adversary is strong, the pressure is cruel...
  We protect the cover of our land,
  After all, Jesus, the Almighty God, is with us!
  And the young warriors have once again unleashed something extremely deadly and annihilating! The fighters with the red ties are superb!
  The Nazis are trying to approach Stalingrad from the south as well. But there they are met by brave female warriors.
  Natasha fires a shotgun. And she hits the Nazis with great accuracy.
  The bullets hit the motorcycles, and the Fritzes flip over. Now that's a truly lethal impact.
  Natasha sings:
  We will go into battle boldly,
  For a new choice...
  We will beat the enemy,
  Even though he is a cyborg!
  And her graceful, seductive leg hurls a grenade, and the Germans and other Nazi soldiers are blown away in all directions.
  The girl exclaims enthusiastically:
  A black raven at the neighboring gate,
  Cradle, handcuffs, torn mouth!
  Zoya also shoots at the Nazis. And with her bare feet, she throws gifts of annihilation with deadly force and sings.
  How many times after a fight my head -
  From the overflowing chopping block it flew somewhere.
  Augustina, a red-haired warrior girl, picked up the gun and shot at the Nazis with great accuracy:
  Where is the Motherland, let them shout "ugly one",
  I'm going to my homeland! I'll crush all my enemies!
  The wind blew and the thick, long, copper-red hair of the Komsomol warrior began to flutter like a proletarian banner.
  Svetlana, a charming blonde, giggled and also threw a deadly grenade at the enemy, and chirped:
  - Glory to communism! Glory to the heroes!
  And the girl gave a kick with her bare, round, pink heel, something real, extremely destructive and annihilating.
  The girls continued their fairytale, martial journey. These are truly assertive and beautiful warriors. And they are capable of much.
  Angelica, a redhead, also fights with tremendous energy and passion. She loves not only shooting a sniper rifle but also throwing powerful gifts of annihilation with her bare toes.
  Alice, a blonde girl, is also a good fighter. She's quite beautiful and gentle. And she throws something with great confidence, barefoot, and tears the Nazis to shreds.
  She's also a phenomenal sniper. She can even shoot down German jet attack aircraft with a special armor-piercing bullet.
  Alice fired. Another of Hitler's machines was sent to Tartarus.
  The girl chirped:
  Again blood flowed like a river,
  But a Fuhrer with a bald head is not cool!
  So don't give in to him,
  And return the monster to the darkness!
  The warriors were reaping a bountiful harvest. They truly were a delight. And they could do such things. And their bare feet showed quite a show. And the girls were simply unstoppable. Their voices were like the trivial song of a nightingale.
  The girls are incredibly accurate, especially the phenomenal Alisa. Angelica may not be as accurate, but she throws her annihilation gifts very far. And she scatters the Nazis in all directions. And then two Fritz tanks even collided. And they began to burn and detonate.
  The girls were magnificent. And they threw explosive packets with their bare toes. And they tore the fascists into tiny, jagged fragments and shreds.
  The warriors fought magnificently. They acted with colossal energy.
  The Nazis utilized various technological advances. Flying discs allowed them to maintain air superiority and monitor Soviet troop movements.
  Stalingrad was the defensive line. So was Grozny, where the fighting took place. The Germans tried to encircle the city. The fighting was bloody.
  They also fired rockets. They used great energy. And jet attack aircraft pounded Soviet positions. And they were also actively responded to. But shooting down a jet attack aircraft is very difficult. And the armor on Hitler's planes, especially in the frontal area, was quite good.
  Among the bombs dropped by the fascists, there are also needle bombs, which are very lethal against infantry and insidious.
  Veronica noted while fighting:
  - Yes, the fascists are putting pressure on us!
  Tamara objected:
  - But we also fight back pretty well!
  Victoria doesn't quite agree:
  - We're not giving it enough!
  And the girls stamped their bare, chiseled feet and sang:
  Give, give, give,
  Give us our Komsomol!
  And the warriors, wearing only bikinis, began to flex their abdominal muscles.
  And the female fighter Oksana, along with Angelina, launched a hefty gift of death from the catapult. And it slammed into the turret of a Nazi tank, literally blowing it off. And the barrel of the German tank sank into the ground. Now that was a powerful impact.
  All ten girls let out a shrill whistle. And numerous crows fainted, losing consciousness. They plummeted down, smashing through the heads of Nazi soldiers and piercing the tires of cars and motorcycles.
  The warriors worked actively and demonstrated their excellent spirit and readiness to break backs.
  And their bare, chiseled feet continued to work, launching colossal, destructive annihilation presents.
  The warriors are very beautiful, shapely, tanned, and almost completely naked.
  Despite the war, the girls smelled of the expensive perfumes they'd captured as trophies. These were such wonderful and delightful warriors, with bare, muscular, and very seductive legs.
  How can you not stare at these girls? They're sexy and incredibly curvy. And their bare soles, with their gracefully curved heels, are so seductive. And the peas of annihilation bounce across them.
  Tamara, a girl with jet-black hair, sang:
  Hitler is very humane in words,
  But in reality he is a servant of hell...
  Evil executioner, the main killer,
  And the fascist idol Satan!
  The girls work very well together. They perform truly heroic deeds.
  Veronica noted with a sigh:
  - The Nazis have a lot of tanks. A lot, actually.
  Indeed, the Third Reich's army has a lot of vehicles, and they're on wheels. That's incredibly cool. But the girls demonstrate their annihilating power.
  Oksana noted, firing a bazooka:
  - Glory to communism! Glory to the heroes!
  These are girls of great beauty and strength of soul. Very smart, very athletic.
  And there's a boy named Petka, wearing a red tie and shorts, running with them. And his bare soles are so calloused, and even though it's already chilly, the child isn't afraid. Really, would a Soviet pioneer be afraid of the cold?
  These girls are so cool, and the boys are no worse.
  The Komsomol girl Malvina took it upon herself to sing aggressively, slamming the Nazis:
  I love you great Chernobog,
  Even though you create a lot of problems...
  But we'll roll the Fuhrer into a horn again,
  The time for glorious changes will come!
  The Komsomol girl exclaimed again, throwing a deadly grenade with her bare foot, nimble as a monkey's tail, and squeaked:
  - Drive the bald Fuhrer into the grave! And tear apart the fascist monsters!
  The warrior is very beautiful...
  And so Grad rockets are fired at the Nazis, who respond with volleys of gas launchers. And these are extremely feisty girls. And the fighting continues. The Nazis are firing mortars. They've got the "Sturmmamont," a very powerful 650mm rocket launcher. And imagine the power it packs. Such a terrifying impact.
  Young Leninists are trying to launch drones. Or rather, something resembling drones. And they fly fast. But the drones are still primitive. And they haven't achieved their goals. More accurately, they're just homemade airplanes with motors. Only very small.
  But so far we haven't managed to get the fascists.
  Oleg could have made more powerful drones. But he and Margarita are in the Stalingrad area.
  Children, let's say, are magnificent fighters. They fight with fury and beauty.
  And with bare feet they throw something very destructive and pernicious.
  Children are great heroes! And they fight with such desperation. But this is true pioneering, not Beria.
  Margarita tossed a five-kopeck coin, the one from the tsarist times, into the air with her bare toes, then caught it with her bare sole and remarked:
  I believe my precious Ilyich,
  You will be able to break the yoke of tsarism...
  The people will hear the proletarian cry,
  The era of happiness-communism will come!
  Oleg roared at the top of his lungs:
  - Peace to the huts - war to the palaces!
  The children continued to work energetically, with their bare feet and nimble hands, and did not even hesitate to use their lips and tongues, spitting something deadly at the Nazis.
  And the fascists were savage. In particular, they flogged children in captured villages. They beat them with whips on the back and bottom, and with rubber truncheons on their bare heels.
  But not all Nazis are executioners, of course; there are also warriors.
  For example, here's Gerda's tank crew working on a Tiger-5. The German vehicle is very powerful and heavily armored. Soviet guns, even the 130mm ones, can't penetrate it head-on. Only the 203mm anti-tank version, a rather unwieldy weapon, can combat it.
  The USSR has a self-propelled gun with this gun, but it is inconvenient to use - it is too big, bulky, difficult to camouflage, and the Nazis dominate the air, and are pounding ground targets with jet attack aircraft.
  And if it's a self-propelled gun, it won't last long. For example, Helga, from her TA-452 jet attack aircraft, just fired a lethal round from a guided missile. And the SU-203, the most powerful Soviet anti-tank self-propelled gun, just went off. And its ammunition started detonating.
  It's very difficult for such a self-propelled gun to survive. Its large size makes it difficult to conceal. There were, however, ideas to make the self-propelled gun's armor out of wood. It would have been equipped with a thermal imager, and the Nazis already had infrared devices like that, albeit crude and primitive. And with wooden armor, the visibility is less.
  Some light tanks already use this, although the general trend is to make vehicles heavier and better protected. However, Nazi air superiority forces them to keep their tanks relatively small.
  The T-54 weighs only thirty-six tons. The German Panther-4, the most widely produced tank, is certainly more powerful, and considerably heavier. It has thicker armor, a larger caliber, and, most importantly, a longer barrel. But it is being replaced by the Panther-5, with a more compact layout, a smaller crew, and a more powerful engine, all while weighing less. The Panther-5 is becoming the main tank. And the Tiger-5 is destined to become the main heavy vehicle.
  In the USSR, the heaviest tank was the IS-12, with a 203-millimeter gun. But the vehicle was too complex to manufacture, large, expensive, and conspicuous on the battlefield. Its production was therefore discontinued. The IS-7 was also difficult to sustain under wartime conditions. However, a lighter, easier-to-produce self-propelled gun with a gun of the same caliber was launched. It could, albeit with some inconveniences, even be mounted on a T-54 chassis, with a slightly longer chassis.
  Of the heavy tanks, only the IS-10, with its modernized and lengthened 122-mm gun, took root and was used on the battlefield, being produced in series.
  The rest of the cars were either added to or removed from production from the prolific Is family.
  Since the Great Patriotic War was underway, there was no talk of dividing society by exposing Stalin's personality cult. So the IS tanks remained. The Germans, however, traditionally used animal names. The lightest and fastest E-5 self-propelled gun was called the "cheetah," the E-10 self-propelled gun was called the "mongoose," the E-25 self-propelled gun was called the "leopard," the E-50 tank initially became the "Panther-3," the E-75 the "Tiger-3," and the E-100 was named "Mammoth." The E-90 series was called the "Lev-3," although they evolved into a separate family.
  The Tiger-5 had just tested an experimental 120mm cannon with a short barrel but high breech pressure. This made the gun lighter and more compact, but no less, if not more, lethal. It also allowed for a smaller turret. However, to achieve this, it would likely have required the Tiger-6 tank, which was currently being developed. An even lighter, smaller, but nimble vehicle, and with only two crew members.
  There were four girls on the Tiger-5, though that vehicle was armed with a powerful machine gun. Soviet soldiers are quite brave and often throw themselves under tanks loaded with grenades, so fighting infantry was of great importance. The Tiger-5 had eight machine guns mounted in the Yezh system, making it difficult to get close. That's why the crew was quite large-four girls.
  And all the beauties are, of course, barefoot and in bikinis.
  Gerda fired a high-explosive round from her cannon. There were no tank targets in sight yet. The USSR certainly produced a lot of tanks, but they were getting knocked out by German assault aircraft, so the Red Army preferred to operate from ambush. Or camouflage. But going head-on against the Germans was suicidal, although it had happened.
  And so the German girls fire at the guns, which the Soviet soldiers try to camouflage and securely hide.
  Next, Charlotte takes turns firing-thankfully, the gun is automatic and fires quickly. You even have to watch your shell usage.
  The red-haired girl fired with her bare toes, shattering the breech of a Soviet howitzer and cooed:
  - Stalinism is in trouble!
  Several Soviet infantrymen tried to crawl towards the German tank, but they came under machine gun fire and were mown down like grass.
  Christina, another German girl, remarked as she fired deadly bullets at Russian soldiers:
  - I've taken on the task, don't say it's not my strength!
  Magda, the honey-haired blonde, pressed the joystick button with her bare toes and chirped:
  - Victory will be with the Germans!
  And to confirm her words, a German shell disabled another Soviet gun. The female warriors acted with great energy. The Tiger-5 was once again illuminated by machine gun salvos, mowing down Soviet soldiers attempting to charge. They fell, penetrated. Among them were boys-barefoot and in shorts despite the cold.
  Gerda noted with a sigh:
  - I feel sorry for the children! They go into battle to die!
  And she fired again, hitting another Soviet gun.
  Charlotte noted with a smile:
  - When you burn a boy's heel with a torch and a hot poker, it feels so good, and the smell is like roasting a pig!
  Christina confirmed with a smile:
  - Well, yes! For example, we can recall the Marquis de Sade. What interesting works he wrote. Simply marvelous! Especially when a boy breaks fingers with red-hot pliers, starting with the little finger!
  And the girls in bikinis burst into laughter. Magda, with her bare toes, pressed the joystick buttons. Another lethal shell flew out, this time hitting a sandbagged T-54 tank, penetrating its armor and literally killing the crew, detonating the ammunition.
  The German warriors roared in chorus:
  Break, crush, and tear into pieces,
  This is life, this is happiness!
  Break, crush, and tear into pieces,
  This is life, this is happiness!
  And Gerda hits the button with her bare heel. Her deadly shell flies again, hitting a crate of TNT. Three Soviet anti-tank guns fly up at once. A howl echoes through the air, like a menagerie of animals.
  Charlotte noted with a sinister smile:
  - They made a big splash, and it was really intense!
  Magda noticed that she was very beautiful:
  - War is good, but the street is better!
  Gerda giggled and noted, running her tongue over her lips:
  - It's good both there and there! War is a natural state of man!
  CHAPTER No 9.
  Oleg and Margarita recalled another of their previous missions:
  The boy and girl walked through the bright orange grass. There were no paths, so they had to make their way straight through the jungle.
  The children's bare feet constantly caught on vine stems, stepped on pine cones and branches, or thorns. Of course, the eternal boy and girl almost never wore shoes after becoming immortal children-in superflesh, feet don't freeze, and barefoot is much more nimble and you can do a lot with your toes. Especially throwing, pressing, and participating in spells.
  Oleg and Margarita were in this world for a reason. They needed to find Chernobog's ring, which he had dropped somewhere here. Moreover, a cloaking spell had been activated, so the extremely powerful Russian God couldn't simply pick it up!
  So the immortal children had to solve this problem. And a ring on an entire planet is more complicated than a needle in a haystack.
  The boy and girl had landed rather awkwardly, finding themselves in the thick of the jungle, from where they still had to find their way out. And that was no easy task.
  To cheer themselves up, the eternal children began to sing, crushing the thorns under their bare feet with their calloused soles:
  In the world of Russian Gods we lived well,
  Children of space - bright nirvana...
  But the orcish regime, the madman came,
  Wants to conquer different countries!
  
  We are not afraid of enemies, even though the enemy is cruel,
  Let's defeat the evil orcs with swords playing...
  We need to put a bullet in their shaggy temple,
  And victory will come in warm May!
  
  We ran barefoot through the snowdrifts,
  Children of the Russian Gods with the faith of servants...
  The Rodnovers will be with you forever,
  And leave empty attempts!
  
  Why does evil reign on this unfortunate Earth?
  If the Holy, Almighty Rod...
  Svarog, Lada and I are in one family,
  For the sake of the light of love to all living beings!
  
  It's good if you became a boy forever,
  You can laugh and jump a lot...
  May our holy dream come true,
  Until the last bright moment!
  
  The White God inspired us to this feat, believe me,
  Gave swords to strike at the enemies...
  And the Lord Black God is a powerful, furious beast,
  Gives strength and fury to soldiers!
  
  Don't give up, fighters, let the Family be glorified,
  Almighty and good - most pure...
  I'm going on the attack, there's a bunker in front of the orcs,
  The troll and the unclean orc will be beaten!
  
  For you, my Rus', we will fight,
  We are soldiers who are brave in the attack...
  Our children's army defeats the enemies,
  And the opponents bark like dogs!
  
  Hardened in the fight, barefoot in the snow,
  The boy and the girl rush furiously...
  The bald Fuhrer will be strangled by force,
  And they will laugh at him as a clown!
  The children sang and finally emerged through the thorns and deadwood onto a path. Whether it was intelligent beings or animals who had trodden it remains to be seen.
  But the walking became more comfortable, and the young warriors quickened their pace. Everything around them remained lush and beautiful. Butterflies flew, their wings at least a meter long and sparkling with every color of the rainbow. And some insects' wings glittered like gold leaf. Dragonflies were silver or platinum, and beetles crawled about, shimmering like pearls.
  The flowers were very beautiful, some had buds in which each petal represented a separate, individual design.
  Oleg noted:
  - And the little world looks quite decent!
  Margarita nodded:
  - Yes, he is wonderful!
  The boy fighter noted:
  - Too wonderful! Perhaps there is no intelligent life in it!
  The warrior girl objected:
  - No, there is intelligent life there. It's just that development has taken a magical, not technological, path!
  Oleg noted with a sigh:
  - Yes, in a world where technology has replaced magic, such terrible things happen as in the fifteenth year of the Great Patriotic War!
  Margarita nodded with a sigh:
  - Yes, unfortunately, that's how things turned out in this part of the universe, or even in this parallel universe. But things could have been better!
  The boy warrior nodded:
  "Things aren't looking so good in our universe either! Fuhrers come to power and start causing trouble!"
  The fighter girl chirped:
  If they elect bald Fuhrers,
  All that remains for the Russians is to groan...
  When people are killed without counting,
  Then the army suddenly attacks the battle!
  Oleg jumped up, grabbing it with his bare toes, and hung there. It looked beautiful.
  Margarita noted with a smile:
  "Chernobog's Ring possesses immense power, both destructive and constructive. We are indeed searching for a powerful artifact."
  The Terminator boy asked:
  - And if someone gets hold of it, will he be able to use it?
  The terminator girl replied:
  "It's not that simple. It's not like you just rubbed the ring and a fairytale genie flew out with a cry of 'I hear and obey!' You need to know some specific spells for that!"
  Oleg noted:
  - It's like in the fantasy about Conan, there was the heart of God, an artifact of great power, but few knew how to use it!
  Margarita readily confirmed:
  - Exactly! That's just how it turned out...
  The children continued down the path. Their spirits, thanks to their young, healthy bodies, were high. Oleg tried to think of something else. But tanks and self-propelled guns kept popping into his head. In particular, would the Third Reich have been able to survive if the E-25 had appeared in 1943, during the Battle of Kursk, for example? The question is rhetorical, of course; if it had, it would have been a piece of cake. But on the other hand, the E-25, with armament like the Ferdinand and armor only slightly inferior due to its steep slopes, yet with a low silhouette, small, compact, very fast and agile, and, most importantly, easy to produce and cheap, would have created significant problems. This vehicle was a disaster-it had to be admitted. But fortunately, the Germans never got around to mass-producing it. And anyway, it's incredibly lucky that the Great Patriotic War ended in less than four years. And four years isn't much: the length of one US presidential term. What can I say?
  Oleg asked Margarita:
  - Have you looked at the statistics? In parallel universes, we fought the Germans for longer, as a rule?
  The girl shrugged and replied:
  It varied. In one universe, Stalin struck Hitler on June 12, 1941, and there, on the contrary, the war ended earlier, and with less bloodshed. But more often than not, it lasted even longer. And it was especially difficult when Japan opened a second front back in 1941. That threatened total disaster!
  The boy-terminator noted:
  - The samurai missed their chance!
  Oleg picked a banana-like fruit, orange in color. He peeled it and bit into the juicy flesh. The taste was very pleasant.
  The boy noted:
  - What a world! Ah, but won't Chernobog's ring create problems for him?
  Margarita replied with a sigh:
  - Chernobog is not only the great Russian God-Creator, but also a destroyer!
  Oleg asked:
  - Do you think Chernobog is necessary, after all, Rod really gave birth to him for a reason!
  The girl took it and sang with a smile:
  Now, if there are problems in the universe,
  It doesn't happen at any cost...
  You don't want changes anymore,
  The man doesn't know what he wants!
  
  And there is Chernobog with mighty power,
  The Great has universal power...
  He gives a man a blow right in the forehead,
  So that the human race does not become completely wild!
  
  Yes, the Almighty Rod created Him,
  So that people have a meaning to develop...
  For a person to want everything at once,
  And people learned to fight hard!
  
  As the warrior conquers evil,
  Rod created it for the benefit of man...
  And for the soul and body he poured out goodness,
  It's never too late to learn to fight!
  
  What does Almighty God want?
  So that they don"t dare bring Rus' to its knees...
  So that evil fate does not rule,
  So that hundreds of generations may develop!
  
  Yes, Chernobog is an incentive for people,
  So that there is no laziness, no stagnation...
  So that you smash the fascist to pieces,
  Let's walk through Berlin in a friendly formation!
  
  So don't get lost if it's hard,
  When troubles befall the Fatherland...
  Rod will do it beautifully and easily,
  If only people would move!
  
  And Chernobog is just your older brother,
  Although he is strict, he loves you endlessly...
  You will achieve the greatest result,
  When you will serve Russia forever!
  Such a beautiful girl sang. And it was so beautiful...
  But the children walked a little further. A small animal, like a small panther, jumped out at them. It jumped up and squeaked:
  - Hi guys!
  Oleg exclaimed:
  - Hello panther!
  The girl noted with a smile:
  - Yes, this little panther beast can do anything!
  Oleg took it and sang with fury:
  Little children,
  For nothing in the world...
  Don't go to Africa for a walk,
  There are sharks in Africa,
  In Africa, gorillas...
  There are big crocodiles in Africa!
  They will bite you,
  Beat and offend!
  Children, don't go for a walk in Africa!
  The young warriors wanted to go further, but the little panther squeaked:
  - Wait! You seem to be from another planet!?
  Oleg nodded:
  - Possibly! What?
  The animal replied:
  - Soon you will follow this path onto the road. And you will find yourself in a world ruled by elves and trolls!
  Margarita exclaimed with a smile:
  - Elves? Wonderful - I love elves!
  The little panther replied:
  "But the elves and trolls keep humans in slavery. Moreover, they transform the stronger sex into boys no older than fourteen, and the fair sex into girls who look no older than twenty! And they brand them with marks that make the slaves very obedient and incapable of rebellion!"
  Oleg asked:
  - And what about the slave boys who don"t grow up or age anymore!
  The panther nodded:
  - Exactly! And they live about as long as trolls and elves-a thousand years. That's a big plus. Many human women voluntarily enter slavery to avoid turning into ugly old women!
  Margarita nodded her head in agreement:
  "There's nothing worse than old age! So I agreed to become a twelve-year-old girl so I wouldn't have to age! Even if I can only become more mature after completing who knows how many missions!"
  Oleg confirmed:
  "Yes, old age is terrible! And it really does cause anxiety. But being a boy, and an immortal one at that, is very good. When you run around barefoot, it's natural, and no one will say you've lost your mind!"
  The little panther nodded:
  "I understand... A boy has a number of advantages over an adult-for example, you don't have to shave! But being a slave, I don't think, is what you like!"
  Margarita suggested:
  - Maybe we'll make ourselves ears like a lynx and pass for elves!
  Oleg suggested with a smile:
  - Or noses like trolls. That would be even better!
  The little panther giggled and replied:
  "You can pass yourselves off as hobbits! They look like human children too. True, to avoid being confused with humans, they wear a magic ring on the index finger of their right hand!"
  The warrior girl asked:
  - And how to get this ring?
  The panther replied:
  - There's a learned cat here who could sell them to you. But do you have the money to pay?
  Oleg took a gold coin out of his shorts pocket and answered:
  - Of course! We're not stupid enough to set off on a journey without funds!
  Margarita remarked with a smile:
  - Besides, if anything happens, we can work it out!
  The little panther noticed:
  - I can take you to the learned cat. Just guess my riddle!
  The Terminator boy squeaked:
  - It"s possible, but she must have the answer!
  The little animal answered confidently:
  - Of course she has the answer!
  Oleg nodded:
  - Then ask!
  The little panther made a face and chirped:
  - How many peas can fit into an empty glass!?
  Margarita noted:
  - But the sizes of the peas are unknown, and the glasses are different!
  The little panther squeaked:
  - Are you giving up?
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - Just one pea!
  The animal squeaked:
  - And why is that?
  The boy-terminator answered logically:
  - Because if at least one pea fits into the glass, it won"t be empty!
  Little panther squeaker:
  - Right! Okay, I'll show you the way to the learned cat! Follow me and don't fall behind!
  And the little animal took off at full speed. The children rushed after him, their bare, pink, round heels flashing. It's a good thing they're immortal and can run very fast, otherwise they would have fallen behind.
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - And we are like cheetahs!
  Margarita giggled:
  - Cheetahs are very fast! And much more resilient!
  The children continued to run. From time to time, their bare feet caught on hummocks, vines, and bumps, but this didn't bother the young warriors.
  On the contrary, feet, roughened by constant barefoot walking, actually enjoy the unevenness and prickliness. Oleg even thought that perhaps Gerda, too, enjoyed walking barefoot on rocky paths. After all, she'd run barefoot through the sorceress's garden, having parted with her shoes and given them to the river. So, over the course of several months, her feet had hardened, become firm and durable, and the pebbles of the path were no longer a problem for her. And the cold was less noticeable on rough, callused soles. Especially since in childhood, the body adapts so easily and quickly to everything.
  So it's not even clear why Gerda asked the prince and princess for shoes. She, a barefoot girl, felt both more comfortable and more at ease walking barefoot on the rocky roads of medieval Europe. Well, maybe not even exactly medieval, but early modern.
  Oleg asked Margarita:
  - What do you think about Gerda?
  The girl answered with a smile:
  "I think she was happy as a child. But imagine if she became an old woman, how unhappy she would be!"
  The boy terminator nodded:
  - Yes, it's better to be forever young, forever barefoot! And how wonderful it is to be a child, and even an immortal one who knows that he will never die or grow old!
  The warrior girl started singing:
  Humanity is in great sorrow,
  I guess everyone thinks about him!
  Tears were shed for this sea,
  Fear burns a person with fire!
  
  Year after year, a caravan crawls by,
  The old woman rubs henna into her cheeks!
  And something happened to the maiden"s slender figure,
  I don"t understand where the wrinkles come from!
  
  Why is the crown of nature bright,
  The creator of machines must suddenly fade away!
  He who harnessed the power of the wind to the cart,
  Can't cope with evil aging!
  
  The beauty becomes ugly,
  And the hero is wasting away before our eyes!
  Any nasty weather now,
  And at night a wild fear torments me!
  
  But I don"t believe that there is no salvation,
  Man is capable of arguing with God!
  So that a friendly family becomes eternal,
  May the road up the steep mountain go easily!
  
  Old women will no longer have wrinkles,
  Let's make old age retreat in shame!
  And the man of progress, the powerful son,
  Looks at the pinnacle of life with a bright gaze!
  
  And the beauty will be endless,
  The days will flow like a river in full flow!
  Human kindness will be shown,
  After all, the heart will become pure and noble!
  
  Believe, new pleasure will come,
  Wisdom will increase with age!
  After all, ice does not settle in a young body,
  Like a schoolboy, eager to study for A's!
  
  Look for the mark above,
  You can retake the exam at least a hundred times!
  And you can eat Easter cakes with honey,
  Well, become an old girl now!
  And the girl burst out laughing, jumping and hitting the bump with her bare heel.
  And finally, an oak tree appeared. Not very large, but with a golden chain. A mermaid with silver scales and golden fins sat in its branches.
  There was a hollow in the oak tree, shaped like a house with a roof, and in the opening sat a cat wearing glasses. Seeing the barefoot children running up, he exclaimed:
  - I don't serve on Fridays!
  Oleg exclaimed:
  - We are not asking for alms!
  Margarita confirmed:
  - We need the hobbit rings, and we are ready to pay for them!
  The red cat looked at them and purred:
  "Are you runaway slaves? Although, no, you don't have a brand, and no one runs away with a brand! That means you're spies from another world!"
  Oleg was offended:
  - Why do you call us spies right away? Although we really are from another world!
  Margarita added:
  We are travelers of the worlds! And we do good where we can!
  The cat grinned and sang:
  The flower petal is fragile,
  If it was torn off a long time ago...
  Even though the world around us is cruel,
  I want to do good!
  
  The child's thoughts are honest,
  Bring the world to its senses...
  Even though our children are pure,
  Satan drew them into evil!
  Oleg grinned and noted:
  - Good poems! Although we are not quite children!
  The cat in glasses answered with a chuckle:
  Where does childhood go?
  To which cities...
  And where can we find a remedy,
  To get there again!
  She will leave silently,
  When the whole city is asleep...
  And he won't write any songs,
  And he"s unlikely to call!
  The children looked at him with a smile.
  Oleg asked:
  - You won't charge us too much for the hobbit rings?
  The cat with glasses replied:
  - No! I think it's better to do it differently! Taking gold coins from children for hobbit rings is somehow tedious! Instead, let me ask you a riddle for each ring! That's incredibly cool!
  Margarita giggled and replied:
  - We'll bury them all! Maybe we'll sing?
  The cat with glasses noticed:
  - Singing is not the best idea... My head is already splitting if the mermaid raises her voice.
  And indeed the sea siren sang:
  The ships are sinking to the bottom,
  With anchors, sails...
  And the cows are milked a fair amount,
  Girls barefoot!
  Oleg grinned and sang in response:
  The darkness of the night approached the city,
  Houses are hidden in the shadows of the clouds...
  Tightening the sharp hammer,
  Satan is walking the streets!
  The cat in glasses interrupted:
  - Don't talk about Satan... Better tell me who is blacker than coal and whiter than snow!
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - Reputation is blacker than coal, whiter than snow from vodka!
  And the boy crushed the nut with the bare toes of his childish feet and tossed it up, deftly catching the kernel with his wiry tongue.
  The cat muttered:
  - Now that's interesting! You got out of this cleverly. Now a question for the girl about the ring. There were eight sparrows sitting on a branch, the hunter killed one with a bullet. How many birds were left sitting on the branch?
  Margarita answered with the smile of a beautiful girl:
  - Not a single one! After we killed the sparrow, the rest flew away!
  CHAPTER No 10.
  The war continued... Third Reich bombers mercilessly slashed Soviet cities, striking both in the Urals and beyond. Female pilots raced in an eight-engine TA-700 jet, a state-of-the-art, highly powerful aircraft. And it was piloted by three beautiful warriors. And of course, they were wearing nothing but bikinis and barefoot. Which was quite convenient.
  Soviet factories aren't easy to reach either-they're hidden underground. So the Nazis drop a ten-ton, high-explosive bomb. And it breaches underground utilities. So these are new ways to combat Soviet industry.
  And quite effective, indeed. A female pilot presses the trigger with her graceful, bare foot. And a powerful bomb drops, complete with gliding wings and radio-guided homing.
  The female pilots giggle and laugh. And somewhere down there, people are dying in the dungeon, including children working at the machines. It's truly disturbing and disgusting.
  The German jet bomber is resilient, with its cannons arrayed in a hedgehog formation and fighter escort. It's not so easy to stop.
  German aircraft are more heavily armed than Soviet ones and are faster. So the fight is not equal. However, the MiG-15 is a fairly practical aircraft and is produced in huge quantities. It also has decent maneuverability.
  Air battles are ongoing. And the Nazi advance has practically ground to a halt in the freezing temperatures. They need to build up reserves and strength until spring.
  The Germans, also enjoying air superiority, are bombing various strategic targets, including thermal power plants and oil rigs.
  Artillery bombardments are also being carried out. In particular, Nazi Germany is developing an electromagnetic cannon capable of propelling a projectile at a speed of six thousand meters per second. This allows for bombardment to a depth of a thousand kilometers or more. This is also an interesting idea. Although a conventional jet bomber is simpler. But such a projectile is cheaper than a ballistic missile and cannot be intercepted.
  The Nazis were also inventive. And they used cruise missiles to their full potential.
  Oleg Rybachenko woke up and continued to exterminate the fascists together with the girl Margarita.
  To make things more fun and convenient, the boy, firing very accurately, burst into a stream of winged aphorisms:
  Don't boast about steel technology, if your spirit is like jelly, then even the savages would give the coward a club, both in heaven and on earth!
  The politician is spouting nonsense that doesn't produce flour for bread, but pure flour, with noodles on the voters' ears!
  The soldier is a knight who fights the dragon, but this dragon is actually in the rear and has not seven heads, but a million masks, and an innumerable number of pig snouts!
  A soldier, in order not to become a plucked chicken, has to be a goose; a politician, in order to roast voters for shashlik, will gladly make a mess, not in a comradely way!
  Soldiers can be mere boys, but they mature from battle to battle; politicians, regardless of age, fall into even greater insanity from one election campaign to the next!
  A soldier may be beardless, but a glorious warrior, but a politician in any situation cannot help but leave a tail!
  The boy dreams of becoming an eagle warrior, but it's unclear where the politicians-pigs come from, so dirty that it's disgusting to even dream about them!
  A boy who is a born fighter would rather run barefoot through the snow than allow himself to be shod with politics and turned into a felt boot!
  A naked woman is not a plucked chicken; she will take off any man's pants and turn even an arrogant ruler into a naked king!
  The boy grows up to be a soldier, but what kind of politician was he in his youth if he grew up to be such a big pig?
  A prostitute is honest with her clients - money in exchange for pleasure, while a politician is a complete liar, votes and taxes in exchange for complete disappointment!
  A politician is a very expensive prostitute, from whom you risk not only getting syphilis of the brain, but also a pig in your pocket!
  A politician is a kind of prostitute who, instead of taking off his clothes, rips off three skins from voters and infects them through television!
  You can't step into the same river twice, but a constantly pig-headed scoundrel can be re-elected a dozen times!
  Animals and children don't like food without salt, but why do adults fall for the sweet talk of politicians who lack the salt of truth?
  The salt of truth can be bitter, but has healing power; the speech of a politician is sweet, but causes diabetes of the mind!
  A person doesn't want to be a pawn, but a career in the army starts from the ranks, a politician doesn't want to play by the rules, and he starts his career in politics with lawlessness!
  A politician who insults gays is a real ass himself and has no manhood!
  A soldier will not die twice, but a politician will betray three times and deceive a million times!
  Two deaths cannot happen, and you can"t take boots off a barefoot man, but politicians manage to kill constantly and skin three times!
  The girl is not afraid to run barefoot through the snow, she is afraid that the groom might turn out to be a dumb clod, shod up to his ears!
  A soldier at war becomes younger and more mature at the same time, a politician in a behind-the-scenes struggle grows old and matures, simultaneously descending to the level of a wild beast!
  A soldier is a conscript and becomes a professional in war; a politician knows no time limits and is a professional in claiming victory!
  A soldier must be a flint, but not a stone-hearted one; a politician has long had a stone heart, but has the hardness of rubber!
  A good soldier in battle is like the Devil - he needs to put out the fire, a skilled politician is like Satan himself in his meanness, and he is a typical hose in keeping his promises!
  A soldier may die on the battlefield, but it is better than to perish under a stream of sweet lies from the lips of politicians in peacetime!
  He who is born a warrior will die a hero, he who becomes a politician is already a dead scoundrel and a walking corpse!
  Politics is when you say one thing, mean another, do a third, and the result is a fourth, but it still backfires and remains an abomination!
  In politics there are no brothers, but plenty of poor relatives; no fairy-tale princes, but an abundance of naked kings; no truth, not even for a moment, but enough lies for more than one generation!
  Love comes when you least expect it, politicians stick when you don't call!
  Love knows no age, politicians can do any dirty trick!
  A politician is a monster posing as a handsome man, but no amount of fancy armor can hide his pig snout and wolf fangs!
  A soldier is also a monster in some way, because he kills on the battlefield, but unlike a politician, he is on equal terms, while the voter is always the loser!
  A woman wants love and happiness for herself and her family, a politician is primarily interested in harming others and is obsessed with the love of money!
  Afterwards, the boy and girl, using their bare toes, launched rockets made of plywood and filled with coal dust and sawdust. The explosives were extremely powerful, and the explosions detonated with incredible force.
  And the Tigers and Panthers were turning over. That was great.
  The boy simultaneously recalled another mission. It seemed to have a slight discrepancy with reality. The great German ace pilot Johann Marseille hadn't crashed. Well, it seemed, what difference could one pilot make? Even such a remarkable one, who set an absolute record in aviation history, shooting down sixty-one aircraft in a month, in real history, not an alternate one.
  But as it turns out, it can. Considering that Johann Marseille shot down Montgomery's plane-British commander of the time. The offensive against Rommel, Operation Torch, was postponed, as was the landing of Anglo-American troops in Morocco. Rommel went on leave and arrived in Egypt. When the British offensive began, the Germans were well prepared and managed to repel it.
  Thus, the Nazis maintained their presence in Egypt, and the Anglo-American landing in Morocco never took place. Marseille brought the number of aircraft shot down to three hundred. Hitler awarded him the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaves, swords, and diamonds!
  But this didn't save the Nazis from disaster at Stalingrad. Their front crumbled. But Mainstein's counterattack at the end of February was stronger. The forces the Germans had transferred to Africa in real history reinforced Mainstein's forces. These included thirty brand-new Tiger tanks, which in real history were bogged down in the sands of the Sahara, but in the alternate history supported the attack on the Soviet troops. Marseille was also recalled from the Mediterranean, where there was a lull for now, to the Eastern Front. There, he raged. For five hundred downed aircraft, he received from Hitler a new award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  He piloted a more powerful ME-309 fighter, armed with three state-of-the-art 30mm cannons and four machine guns. And he began to pound Soviet aircraft with terrifying force. For seven hundred and fifty aircraft shot down, he received a new, unique award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and blue diamonds.
  Meinstein's counterattack gained momentum, and the Germans were able to capture not only Kharkov and Belgorod, but also Kursk. A long lull followed.
  The Nazis cut off the Kursk salient and the front line leveled out. And it's not entirely clear where else to attack? Furthermore, the Nazis had new tanks in production. In addition to those in real history, they also had the "Lion." This was an additional acquisition by the designers, who were French at that. The Third Reich was under less severe bombing than in real history, and weapons production was higher, meaning another tank could be put into production. And the "Tiger-2" also entered mass production earlier than in real history. All three tanks were similar: the Panther with sloped armor, the Tiger-2, similar in shape but with a more powerful 88-millimeter gun, and the Lev, also similar in appearance to the Panther but with an even more powerful 105-millimeter gun and thicker armor, especially on the front of the turret at 240 mm and on the sloped sides at 100 mm. The Lev also weighed more at ninety tons, but its thousand-horsepower engine more than compensated for this.
  There was also the "Maus", but it turned out to be too heavy and due to its excess weight it was decided not to put it into production.
  Marcel brought his tally of downed Soviet aircraft to a thousand and received a new award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. Now that's a cool, super-ace pilot.
  But the Germans still didn't know where to attack. Hitler still wanted to seize the Caucasus. But that meant storming Stalingrad again. This evoked unpleasant associations. Without it, an attack through the Terek Gate would have been too risky. What other options were there? They considered storming Leningrad. This would allow the Nazis to deploy significant forces in the north, and it was a politically advantageous proposition-it was Lenin's city and the second largest in the USSR. Plus, there were the Leningrad military factories.
  But in this case it would be necessary to storm very powerful and well-developed engineering lines of defense and forts.
  And that wasn't exactly encouraging either. In the center, the front line had also leveled out after the Rzhev-Sychovsky salient had been cut off, and it would have to be stormed.
  Hitler hesitated; Soviet positions were well fortified and developed in engineering terms everywhere.
  While he hesitated, and it was already August, Stalin, losing patience, ordered the attack himself. And on August 15, the offensive began in the Kursk-Oryol direction. The Germans were also well entrenched there. The fighting became very fierce. The front line was stable. The Panther performed very well in defense. But the Lev fared less well. Its 105-millimeter gun, with a 70 EL barrel, had a slower rate of fire-five rounds per minute. However, the vehicle was well protected on all sides. The fighting dragged on until the end of October. Afterward, the Soviet forces retreated, having achieved no success.
  The Nazis acquired a more powerful and long-range bomber, the Ju-288, which carried four tons of bombs in normal condition and six tons when overloaded.
  And at six hundred and fifty kilometers per hour-fifty kilometers faster than the Yak-9. The aircraft immediately became a problem for Soviet troops.
  During the winter, the Germans remained on the defensive, bombing only. They developed the Panther-2, with an 88-millimeter, 71EL-long gun and thicker armor weighing fifty-three tons, offset by a more powerful 900-horsepower engine. The frontal hull armor was 100 millimeters thick, sloped at forty-five degrees, and the sides were 60 millimeters thick. The narrower turret had a 150-millimeter frontal armor and mantlet, with 60-millimeter sloped sides. Thus, the Panther-2 was a well-armed and well-protected vehicle, especially in the front. In response, the USSR developed the T-34-85 and IS-2, which were intended to somewhat reduce the gap in the destructive power of Soviet vehicles.
  During the winter, the Red Army attempted offensives in the south, center, and north. All were unsuccessful. The Nazis held the line. They acquired the multirole TA-152 attack bomber/fighter, as well as jet aircraft. And for shooting down 1,500 aircraft, German pilot Johann Marseille received a new award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with gold oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  In the spring, the Germans intensified their bombing of the USSR, and they acquired the TA-400, a very powerful six-engine aircraft. It really put pressure on Soviet factories in the Urals and beyond. However, such aircraft were still few in number. Hitler decided to conserve personnel and rely on the air offensive. And this, it must be said, was a major, even enormous, problem.
  Especially as the Arado jet bombers were launched into production. They were impossible for Soviet fighters to catch, and extremely difficult for anti-aircraft guns to shoot down.
  So, on land, with a flat front, the Nazis remained relatively calm and defensive. But in the air, they attempted to attack. The USSR responded with new Yak-3 and La-7 fighters. However, the Soviet Yak-3 required high-quality duralumin and was produced in small quantities. Lend-Lease deliveries from the Allies almost ceased. So, the Yak-9 remained the most widely produced fighter. The La-7 was faster, but its armament differed little-the same two cannons as the La-5. Moreover, both aircraft only entered production in the second half of 1944, and not in large quantities.
  The Luftwaffe was already launching jet aircraft into production, although the ME-262 wasn't yet perfect and crashed frequently. The Nazis had the ME-309 and TA-152 in production, both quite capable aircraft in terms of armament and flight characteristics. The ME-309 had three 30-millimeter cannons and four machine guns, while the TA-152 had two 30-millimeter cannons and four 20-millimeter cannons. The most widely produced Soviet Yak-9, on the other hand, had only one 20-millimeter cannon and a machine gun. And the LA-7 only had two 20-millimeter cannons-try fighting with those.
  The fascists have total superiority in the sky.
  Nevertheless, on June 22, 1944, having gathered his strength, Stalin launched an offensive in the center - Operation Bagration. The newest Soviet tanks, the T-34-85 and IS-2, took part in it. On the German side, there was the Panther-2, which replaced the standard Panther, and the Tiger-2, with a more powerful, 1,000-horsepower engine than in real life. The Germans also developed a more advanced design, the Lev-2, with a rear-mounted turret. The engine and transmission were mounted in a single unit at the front. This allowed the Nazis to save on the kadar shaft and reduce the height of the hull. As a result, the Lev-2 was twenty tons lighter, with the same armor and engine, 100-millimeter-thick sides, and a sloped 240-millimeter turret front. It was a powerful vehicle. The Maus never went into production, but it was a starting point, and ideas for other vehicles were used in its development.
  The Jagdpanther, a very dangerous and powerful self-propelled gun, was also in production. But the Germans were already preparing a replacement: the E-25 self-propelled gun, lighter and with a lower profile. It was intended to use a transverse engine and transmission assembly, with the gearbox mounted on the engine itself. The crew itself would be reduced to three and positioned prone. The idea was that this would make the vehicle very light and compact, fast, and stealthy.
  But this is not a production model yet, but is in the development process.
  And the Soviet troops were on the offensive. But the front line was relatively flat and very well fortified. The Soviet troops were unable to break through it. They suffered enormous losses. The fighting lasted for more than a month and a half, and the Soviet troops abandoned their senseless assaults.
  And Johann Marseille received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds for two thousand downed Soviet aircraft.
  Meanwhile, the Nazis were launching an air offensive against the USSR. They acquired the Ju-488, a four-engine aircraft capable of carrying up to ten tons of bombs and reaching speeds of up to seven hundred kilometers per hour. It also pressed Soviet positions, cities, and factories.
  The front line remained stable. Soviet troops occasionally attacked it, both in the south and in the north. Until 1945.
  The Third Reich launched the E-10 and E-25 self-propelled guns into production, the latter of which were excellent. The USSR developed the SU-100, a vehicle capable of engaging the Panther-2 head-on. But the Germans aren't wasting any time either. They have the Panther-3, a more powerful and better-protected variant of the E-50 series, on the way. And the Tiger-3, based on the E-75.
  And then there was the jet aviation of the Third Reich. This included the HE-162 series, the lightest and most maneuverable jet aircraft, and many others, including the MA-163, which the Germans developed to fly for fifteen minutes instead of six.
  The ME-1100, a jet fighter with variable-sweep wings, was also developed. It boasts excellent flight characteristics. The ME-262X, a more advanced and faster aircraft that won't crash as often, will soon enter production.
  And so, on January 20, 1945, Soviet troops launched a new offensive in the center. But the Nazis were well prepared for it. They repelled the Soviet forces. Even the IS-2s were of no help; they were destroyed and knocked down like bowling pins by a billiard ball.
  The fighting dragged on until the end of February, when Stalin finally stopped his battered troops.
  Johann Marseille shot down two and a half thousand aircraft and received the Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and blue diamonds.
  In March, the Nazis, having built up their strength, launched an offensive on the southern sector of the front. The Nazis attacked at night using night vision devices. The Nazis also actively bombed Soviet positions. Furthermore, the Wehrmacht held off attacking the Soviet forces for so long that it managed to achieve operational surprise and break through the defenses.
  Suffering heavy losses, Soviet troops retreated to the Don. They were forced to cross the river, and from there they established a defense. On April 22, 1945, Lenin's birthday, Stalin launched an offensive in the center. But once again, the Nazis were prepared for defense, and the fighting dragged on until early June. Meanwhile, the Red Army consolidated its position on the other side of the Don.
  Johann Marseille shot down three thousand aircraft and was awarded the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds.
  In May, the IS-3 tank, with its very well-protected turret, entered serial production in the USSR. However, in the Third Reich, the Panther-3 tank, weighing fifty-five tons and powered by an engine capable of producing up to 1,200 horsepower, entered production. This tank's frontal armor reached 150 mm at the top, 120 mm at the bottom, 82 mm at the sides, and 185 mm at the front. Additionally, the gun mantlet was 88 mm long, with a 100 EL barrel length. This tank was capable of completely penetrating even the IS-3, although this Soviet vehicle was well protected, but the complex turret design made it more difficult to manufacture.
  June 22nd had already passed, and the Great Patriotic War was entering its fifth year. In July, the Germans launched the ME-262X, which reached speeds of up to 1,200 kilometers per hour and was armed with five 30-millimeter aircraft cannons (four and one 37-millimeter). It could also be used to combat Soviet tanks.
  The T-34-85 remained the most widely produced vehicle, as the T-54 was still under development. Production of the SU-100 was also ramping up, as the self-propelled gun had a more powerful armament and was easier to manufacture. The IS-2 was still in production, as the IS-3 was quite expensive. Furthermore, it was heavier at forty-nine tons, compared to the forty-six of the IS-2 with the same 520-horsepower engine and chassis. The turret and frontal hull were heavier, due to the lower section and a more complex shape.
  The Red Army had not yet launched an offensive. Only in August did Soviet troops attempt to defeat the Germans in the north. Fighting continued until mid-September, but to no avail.
  Johann Marseille shot down three and a half thousand aircraft and received the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  The war was becoming increasingly static. The Nazis acquired the Ju-287 jet with forward-swept wings and the TA-500, a six-seater jet variant. And they continued to ravage Soviet territory.
  And they bombed factories, bridges, cities, and trains...
  On November 7, Soviet troops launched an offensive in the center. But again, they achieved nothing, and the fighting dragged on until early January.
  The year 1946 had dawned. The Nazis were ramping up production of the Panther-3 main battle tank. And the Tiger, with thicker armor and a 128-millimeter cannon, was already in production.
  But that's not all. Nazi engineers improved the E-10 self-propelled gun, reducing the crew to two and the height to just one meter twenty centimeters, while upgrading the armament to a 75-millimeter 70EL cannon with a rate of fire of twenty rounds per minute, weighing only twelve tons with a 600-horsepower engine. This armament made the vehicle very fast, capable of traveling over one hundred kilometers on roads, and capable of effectively penetrating the main Soviet tank, the T-34-85, the SU-100, and even the IS-2. Only the IS-3 could withstand its shells head-on.
  This self-propelled gun, nicknamed "Gepard," actively attacked Soviet troops, especially tanks. It was also handy for attack. Due to its small size, low profile, and high speed, it was virtually impossible to hit, especially if the Soviet tank was moving.
  Johann Marseille shot down four thousand aircraft and destroyed a number of ground targets. For this, he was awarded the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  In February and March of 1946, Soviet troops launched attacks in both the center and the south, but to no avail. Meanwhile, the Nazis launched an air offensive. In May, the B-28 flying wing bomber, a jet-powered, fuselage-less aircraft, entered production, and the Red Army and Stalin's factories became even worse off.
  The Germans also improved the E-25 self-propelled gun, making it a two-man prone crew with an 88-millimeter 100EL gun and a 1,200 horsepower engine. The vehicle weighed twenty-six tons, but its heavily sloped 120-millimeter frontal armor and 82-millimeter side armor made it very difficult to hit.
  But Hitler was busy collecting and hoarding these new machines. In June, Soviet troops again advanced in the center, but were overwhelmed.
  The fighting died down by the end of July.
  Johann Marseille was awarded the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and blue diamonds for four and a half thousand downed aircraft and a certain number of ground targets, including tanks.
  The war continued. Stalin tried to negotiate peace through intermediaries, but Hitler was determined to fight to the bitter end. And first and foremost, to bomb everything. But that's in the Entente game; you can settle the matter with air power and bomb everything. But in a real war, things are much more difficult.
  Stalin, having gathered his strength, attempted to attack the Nazis in the center again in November, but without success. The fighting continued until the end of December, and the Red Army retreated to its original positions.
  A lull set in, the fighting raged only in the skies. And the Nazis bombed savagely; they had jet aircraft, while the USSR didn't. It was 1947. There was a certain despondency in the Red Army. The Germans were really getting stuck in the air. And the T-54 was still only just getting ready for production. It had relatively good frontal protection and was better armed. But it was still weak against the Panther-3, although it did get a bit closer.
  But the Germans are also developing a more powerful main battle tank. The Panther-4, with even more powerful armament and thick, sloped armor, is in development.
  The beginning of winter passed relatively calmly. But in March, the Red Army attempted another offensive. But once again, it was stymied. Johann Marseille actively engaged ground targets.
  In April 1947, he achieved five thousand aircraft and numerous ground targets shot down. For this, he was awarded a special award: the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. He was also awarded a platinum Luftwaffe Cup studded with diamonds. Prior to this, Johann Marseille had held gold and silver Luftwaffe Cups studded with diamonds. Johann Marseille also received the Platinum War Merit Cross with Diamonds, and before that, he held similar War Merit Crosses-gold and silver with diamonds.
  By May, the Nazis had already decided to launch an offensive operation. Since a frontal assault on Leningrad would have risked too many losses, they decided to advance on Tikhvin and Volkhov, encircling the second capital of the USSR in a double encirclement, cutting off the lifeline across Lake Ladoga. After which, Leningrad would have fallen due to total starvation.
  And so, on May 30, 1947, Operation Nordschleife began.
  CHAPTER No 11.
  Barefoot girl Daria Rybachenko also works, or goes on reconnaissance missions as a partisan in the occupied territories and composes at the same time.
  In the second half of May, the Chinese attempted to break through even further south into Tajikistan. They advanced along the border with Afghanistan. At the time, Afghanistan was ruled by a king who preferred neutrality.
  China pressed forward, trying to extend the front as much as possible. Given its numerical superiority, a longer front is, of course, far more advantageous than a shorter one.
  The young Leninists tried to organize a defense. Boys and girls flashed their bare soles. Their little feet burned the desert sand, and at the end of May in Tajikistan, the steam is intense, and the sand in the steppe and hard desert heats up. But the young pioneers were accustomed to going without shoes, and their feet were calloused and resilient.
  The young pioneer Vaska threw a pea with explosives with his bare toes, which tore a mass of Chinese soldiers into small, bloody pieces.
  The child fighter of Lenin exclaimed:
  - Glory to the USSR and Brezhnev!
  The pioneer girl Svetka, whose bare, childish feet had become very calloused, threw an explosive packet with her bare heel and screamed:
  - For the USSR and victory over China!
  The pioneer boy Timur also threw something destructive and chirped:
  - For the greatness of the USSR!
  The pioneer girl Oskanka also puts her bare feet to work. And again, the Chinese fly off in all directions. And we tear off their arms and legs.
  The young warrior shouts:
  - But pasaran!
  The battle is very intense. Multiple rocket launchers are being used against the Chinese, as are the latest cluster munitions. That's deadly.
  The young pioneer Sasha also started pounding the enemy. And he also did it barefoot, with his childish foot. And so many Chinese fell like corpses at once.
  Pioneer girl Lyudka fired explosives from a slingshot and threw a boomerang with her bare toes that knocked out a lot of Chinese.
  This is how the children worked...
  The young pioneer Seryozhka chirped, firing at the Chinese with a machine gun and howling:
  A star of a very delicate color fell from the sky,
  I'll sing you a song about my dear Brezhnev!
  Yes, this politician, the hero of jokes and with a funny, amusing reputation, is becoming a national leader. China is a very dangerous adversary. And it has far more manpower than the Third Reich.
  And Mao Zedong takes Hitler's place, eclipsing him...
  The Chinese are using large numbers of infantry. They have almost no tanks left. Those they have are usually old junk sold to the US on credit.
  But infantry is also dangerous when there's a lot of it. Anyone who's played computer games knows this. The simplest tactic is to churn out as many barracks as possible and then throw infantry at the enemy, preventing them from developing.
  But the USSR has a decent defense, albeit already breached in many places. And the situation in Tajikistan is dire. The Chinese, in addition to the crude tactics of sending infantry in in droves, are beginning to act more cunningly: infiltrating in small but numerous groups.
  They were opposed by attack aircraft and tanks. Fortunately, the USSR had plenty of tanks, and they were increasingly being equipped with machine guns.
  Elena, Elizaveta, Ekaterina and Evrasinya fight in a special vehicle - two short-barreled, high-explosive fragmentation cannons and as many as twelve machine guns.
  It's a great vehicle against infantry. The main thing is to prevent the Chinese from getting too close and pelting it with grenades.
  Elena, writing through a system of copper wires from machine guns, sang with a sweet look:
  The mystery of the great Motherland,
  Yours is a faithful, strong, selfless honor...
  We strengthen our unity,
  We will be together with the Fatherland forever!
  Elizabeth fired a high-explosive fragmentation round from a cannon and noted:
  - Of course we will!
  And the girl pressed the joystick buttons with her bare toes. And again, the large, lethal fragmentation shells went off.
  Euphrosyne controlled the movement of the newest anti-personnel tank, created specifically for the specific war with China.
  And Catherine maintained contact and adjusted the second tower.
  This monster worked thoroughly.
  The girls, of course, fight in nothing but bikinis and barefoot. It's both comfortable and agile.
  Elena took it and sang:
  Now we are back on track,
  The fire of the heart burns in the chest...
  We don't care which team we're in,
  If only Brezhnev was ahead,
  If only Brezhnev would be ahead!
  Ekaterina noted doubtfully, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes:
  - Will Leonid Ilyich be able to cope with China?
  Elizabeth, also using her bare toes, answered:
  - I think he can handle it! It's not for nothing that he's also Ilyich!
  Euphrosyne sang:
  I believe my precious Ilyich,
  We will be able to crush the sword of Maoism...
  The people will hear the proletarian cry,
  The era of happiness-communism will come!
  The tank with turrets moved and fired. Elena recalled World War II. Back then, the Germans had a three-turret T-5 tank with two cannons and four machine guns, which for some reason never went into production.
  But this Soviet T-101 fought well. It was still an experimental model, entrusted to the girls.
  Elizabeth noted:
  - Our vehicle isn't very good at fighting against other people's tanks.
  Ekaterina noted:
  The Soviet IS-2 tank wasn't the best against enemy tanks either, but it was a good breakthrough weapon. Its 122mm gun had a powerful explosive effect.
  The girls were pouring lead on the Chinese. The work was going well.
  Vladivostok was cut off by land, but supplied by sea. The Celestial Empire's navy was much weaker than the Soviet one.
  For example, on a destroyer the crew consists entirely of girls.
  They are wearing just striped shirts and have bare legs - just awesome.
  A boy named Pashka serves as a cabin boy on a ship with girls. He jumps up and down like a powder monkey.
  It's great to sail on a ship at sea and visit different countries.
  Back in peacetime, Pashka had gotten a job as a cabin boy, the only man in an all-female crew. He was only eleven at the time. But he was a physically fit boy, and he practiced French boxing. What is French boxing? It's a sport in which you fight with both hands and feet. Karate was just beginning to gain ground in the USSR. But French boxing had long been known.
  According to custom, the girls and their cabin boy were barefoot in any weather. And that's uncomfortable. In cold weather, bare feet turn red like goose paws and threaten to freeze to the deck. And in hot weather, the iron on the destroyer gets terribly hot. And that's also painful.
  But Pashka was already hardened even before the sea, and he'd often kicked boards and even bricks with his bare feet. So he could handle being half-naked and barefoot in any weather.
  It's the end of May now, and it's already hot in these latitudes. But it's not really suitable for swimming yet-the water hasn't warmed up yet.
  The destroyer is escorting transport ships. Reinforcements, food, and ammunition are arriving in Vladivostok. Meanwhile, the Chinese are desperately storming it. They don't spare their infantry, after all. China's losses in the first months of the war were enormous, but this hasn't disrupted their momentum. It seems only a little over two months have passed since the start of hostilities, and the Celestial Empire's infantry losses have already exceeded the Wehrmacht's losses on the Eastern Front in almost four years.
  Well, there are relatively few Chinese prisoners so far. The Soviet Red Army also suffers losses. And there are prisoners, too. But the Chinese treat them very cruelly: they impale them, crucify them on stars, and, of course, torture them, brutally, sparing neither women nor children.
  The Chinese suffer high losses, also because the wounded are not being evacuated very often, and many die in hospitals.
  Pashka is still very young, he'll soon be thirteen, and he doesn't yet understand how terrible this war is. And the boy looks through binoculars. Then comes the command, and he runs to measure out the weights. That's how great it works.
  A boy and a girl are carrying out a box of ammunition on a stretcher. You could say they're doing a good job. And the bare heels of the boy and the girl are visible.
  Pashka grinned...before he was sent to the navy, he was arrested by the police. A woman in a white coat and thin, medical rubber gloves stripped him of his clothes and searched him. She poked him in the mouth with a spoon and listened to his lungs. You couldn't even tell if it was a search or a medical examination. She made him squat naked in front of a mirror and cough. But then another prisoner shaved the boy's head with clippers. Then they measured him, weighed him, photographed him in profile, full-face, sideways, and from behind, as well as full-length. Then they took his fingerprints; a uniformed woman imprinted each fingertip on a white sheet of paper, and then the entire palm. But they also made them take prints from the child's bare feet. Also an interesting idea. And another woman in a white coat recorded all the birthmarks and scars on the child's body. After that, they took him into the shower.
  The water was quite cool, and they sprinkled chlorine on it. They took all my clothes and gave me only a gray uniform with a number on it and slippers that didn't fit and kept falling off. Then they took me to a cell. It held boys under fourteen. The cell had bunk beds, a toilet in the corner, and many other children.
  Pashka got into a fight on his very first night, but fortunately, his French boxing training had paid off and he emerged victorious. After that, the young convicts left him alone. But it was scary: they were forced to work, knocking down boxes, from morning until late, despite all the laws restricting child labor, and the food wasn't very good. Although the children's rations were legally decent, they were still being stolen.
  Pashka spent a month in the juvenile prison, lost five kilograms, deposited his slippers, and went barefoot. He was released, after which Svetlana took him aboard the ship.
  They gave Pashka a tattoo - special schools, he objected - so small, and already a prisoner - that's great!
  And his head was shaved bald twice more during his time in juvenile prison-like a criminal's. It was a special feeling, too. And the tattooing was a bit painful, but he was already marked for a special school.
  Plus, the boy got a little lion tattooed on his chest-like he's tough. And he is tough, he beat up the big shots in the cell. But he didn't become a big shot himself, and he didn't let the weaklings get bullied or robbed of their rations.
  Pashka generally remembered juvenile prison as a place of toughening up. A real man should serve in the army or serve time in prison, or both.
  Svetlana noticed, slapping the boy on his muscular back:
  - You're growing up fast! Maybe soon you'll be made into a real man!
  Pashka noticed:
  - You can go to jail for this until I turn eighteen!
  Svetlana laughed and replied:
  - Who will know? You won't blab, will you!?
  The boy replied:
  - The magpies will report you on their tail!
  And the Chinese launched another assault on Vladivostok. They were literally advancing like an avalanche, a large mass pushing toward the trenches, but they'd still make it.
  And they are met by artillery at distant approaches, and closer by machine gun and automatic fire.
  The pioneers also fight, including using rather original ballistas and steam-powered catapults.
  And they release murderous gifts of annihilation.
  Which are striking the Chinese en masse. Soldiers of the Celestial Empire are dying, their arms, legs, and heads torn off.
  The boy, Leshka, is also fighting. He has a red tie around his neck, and he's wearing shorts and has bare, tanned, dusty feet.
  This is a fierce battle going on. And the boy launches, like a bumblebee, a gift of annihilation. How deadly it is.
  The girl Lyudka, also a pioneer with a red tie, sends something destructive at the Chinese troops, killing them with shrapnel or rotating needles.
  This is how child terminators work...
  Anti-personnel mining is also being used. And it's also causing problems for the Chinese. A lot of Chinese soldiers are getting blown up.
  But new ones appear and they're back. It's reminiscent of those computer games where you can endlessly exterminate enemy soldiers. But they'll keep being produced, and to win, you have to destroy the factories and barracks they come from.
  But for now, the young warriors and beautiful girls are sitting on the defensive and fighting back. They act with great skill and coordination.
  Boy Foma is also shooting. And he's using something like a toy machine gun. And the Chinese are attacking so thickly that you can't miss them.
  The Celestial Empire's troops are attacking Vladivostok along the entire defensive line, trying to find weak spots. The Chinese have little artillery, but they are trying to make wooden rockets, which are very inaccurate, and launch them at Soviet positions. This, of course, poses a lot of problems. But the Soviet Red Army is responding.
  And Grads are hitting concentrations of troops of the Celestial Empire.
  Earth flies up, melted sand, burning turf, torn bodies and helmets. This was truly a battle.
  And the Red Army's attack aircraft are rushing in. They're firing unguided rockets. Now that's a real punch. And the tanks are counterattacking.
  Soviet T-64 and T-62 tanks in action. However, there are many tanks of earlier models, too. For example, the T-54, a very common model. Although obsolete, it's still in service. And it's worth noting that its machine guns are quite effective.
  And the 100-millimeter cannon fires high-explosive fragmentation shells. And it hits the very concentrations of Chinese troops. The impact, let's say, is devastating.
  Olga and her crew are in a T-54. They're also targeting Chinese infantry. Most of the Celestial Empire's few remaining vehicles have already been destroyed. So you're fighting against manpower. And these are truly brutal assaults without vehicle support.
  But back in the late twenties, Tukhachevsky pointed out the importance of tank armies and large masses of vehicles for breakthroughs and offensives.
  Stalin may have executed Tukhachevsky, but he appreciated his ideas and began creating mechanized corps, albeit belatedly. And World War II demonstrated the tank's supreme role in both defense and offense!
  The Brezhnev-era USSR: the world's most powerful tank power. It has more tanks than all other countries on Earth combined.
  The warriors are working on the infantry. They try to create shells that scatter fragments as far as possible. This, it must be said, is a great help.
  The Chinese infantry's losses are incalculable. There's also cavalry, but it's small. They attack on foot, often barefoot, wearing homemade sandals. China doesn't have much of an army. But its numbers are unprecedented in human history. And they press on...
  Soviet bombers use both ball and needle bombs to destroy personnel. They are effective, even though such weapons are prohibited by the Geneva Convention.
  But we need to somehow thin out the army.
  The USSR's losses are also mounting. A war that could be called cursed is underway.
  Two socialist countries are locked in a deadly embrace.
  Here's pilot Varvara pressing a button with her bare toes, and a bomb with needles falls down. And they cause such terrible, lacerations-it's a nightmare. What did you expect? The USSR has all the weapons. This is the late 1960s, not the formidable, technologically advanced China of the twenty-first century!
  Here come the Hurricanes again, the mortars firing. Everything is being used.
  Varvara and Tatyana are two pilots who drop bombs from a great height, they navigate by radio using their wings, and they talk.
  Varvara notes:
  - What is it like to be a butcher?
  Tatyana replied:
  - This is what our duty to the Motherland demands!
  And both girls sighed heavily. They felt sorry for the Chinese soldiers who were dying so senselessly because of Mao's ambition. But there was nothing they could do about it-they had to fulfill their honorable military duty.
  Varvara noted, jokingly singing:
  "We're peaceful people, but our armored train has accelerated to the speed of light. We'll fight for a brighter tomorrow! And better yet, we'll kiss the guys passionately!"
  Tatyana noted:
  - It's better to kiss guys!
  Ninja warriors from Japan are also fighting the Chinese. Four girls and a boy. They wield their katana swords with great vigor and chop without mercy.
  A blue-haired ninja girl swung two swords and chopped off the heads of three Chinese men at once. Then she chirped:
  - Glory to Japan - Death to Mao!
  The yellow-haired ninja girl hurled the pea of destruction. A dozen Chinese soldiers instantly scattered in all directions.
  The red-haired ninja girl is also at her best. She hacks at her enemies and sings:
  We are great Japanese women,
  We crush all fighters boldly...
  The voice of a beauty is ringing,
  Let's be honest - well done!
  The white-haired ninja girl is also powerful. She cuts down her enemies with great gusto and efficiency. She's almost like Superwoman. And her bare heel tosses a poisonous needle, driving the Chinese into their graves.
  And the boy-terminator, a blond-haired ninja, cuts down everyone in sight. His two katana swords flash. And with his small, bare feet, the young warrior sends boomerangs and cuts off heads.
  The boy sings:
  We don't know the word, there is no word,
  We don't know any ranks or names...
  Against us, a pistol is nothing,
  And the abilities are cooler than sleep!
  And the young ninja takes a whole dozen poisonous needles and throws them out with his bare toes.
  And they pierced the Chinese soldiers, causing them to writhe and die in terrible agony.
  This is how these five ninjas operate. It must be said, both energetically and effectively. And the katana swords are flashing, and heads are flying, and they're bouncing like cabbages.
  The Chinese were being pounded from all sides. Then the girls from the submarine suddenly launched missiles. The effect was devastating. The missiles struck, and thousands of Chinese were instantly torn apart and incinerated.
  And the girls, slapping their bare feet, operate the combat launchers.
  And in the sky, another wave of attack aircraft. The USSR counters the enemy's superiority in manpower with superior equipment. And this, it must be said, is quite significant.
  The attack aircraft fly low to the surface, almost at a low altitude. They launch rockets loaded with cluster munitions in huge numbers. Devastating explosions ring out. Arms, legs, and heads are torn off. And the skulls of the Celestial Empire's warriors are shattered by shrapnel.
  The situation is very tense. Power versus truth. And the pantonym is cruel.
  Alenka fired machine guns at the Chinese, also throwing a gift of annihilation with his bare foot and singing:
  No one can stop me,
  My thoughts carry me into the distance...
  There are five on the exam, write it down in your notebook,
  By pressing the pedal with your foot!
  Anyuta, another barefoot, slender and curvy girl in a bikini, laughs and sings:
  With huge orbits,
  Off the beaten path...
  The space is pierced with meteorites!
  We are fighting the Chinese,
  Let's not go as hares!
  And Mao will receive a severe sentence!
  A burst of machine gun fire from the Dragon struck two girls, nearly naked. And very beautiful, tanned warriors.
  And the Chinese fell, mown down in whole ranks, and whole mounds of corpses. And the girls even threw poisonous needles with their bare toes. And they pierced the Chinese soldiers.
  Alla also shoots. And with exceptional accuracy. And with her bare foot she throws something destructive and fragmentary.
  The Komsomol girl sings:
  You barefoot girl, go ahead,
  We will defeat the enemy, believe me...
  China attacked our Motherland,
  A very powerful beast in attack!
  And we will shout together - banzai!
  The warriors truly demonstrated outstanding class and fighting skills.
  Olimpiada hurled a large barrel of explosives with her bare feet. It flew past and crashed into the thick of the Chinese. The explosion sent them flying in all directions.
  Anfisa is also in the fight. And she's firing a homemade crossbow that fires like a machine gun. Now that's a truly lethal weapon.
  The girl even giggles. A hundred arrows fired in half a minute-that's pretty cool.
  It should be noted that the girls are quite agile and fast. War, let's say, isn't the best activity, especially for women. But once it starts, it starts.
  Veronica and Olga, having repelled another Chinese attack, began to play pocket chess.
  The girls made their moves on a small board, and the pieces had a special inset. Veronica played White. She chose the King's Gambit, an opening very fashionable in the nineteenth century. Indeed, opening the f-file offered the possibility of a strong piece attack against the black king. Although ways to strengthen Black's defense were later found, it remains a very fashionable opening among amateurs.
  Olga, in particular, defended herself tenaciously. It was quite interesting. A fierce battle ensued.
  The game was interrupted by Vasilisa's sudden appearance. The major said sternly:
  - You're having fun here, but the floor hasn't been swept for a long time!
  Veronica replied:
  - And we learn to fight, chess is a kind of war!
  Vasilisa softened:
  - But we shouldn"t forget about order!
  The Chinese infantry attacked again, and they were met with fire from Grad and Uragan rockets. These multiple rocket launchers roared loudly. Even such courageous fighters as the Chinese stopped and even turned back when hit. Although, it must be said, Mao's troops were quite brave. And even the Soviet soldiers were amazed by this.
  Veronica, Olga, and Vasilisa ran up to the mortars and started firing them. And they were incredibly accurate. They had a deadly effect.
  Veronica took it and sang:
  Forty years under anesthesia,
  We lived in the USSR...
  Don't grease the wheels,
  You better be brave sir!
  Olga, firing at the Chinese, noted:
  - Not sir, but comrade!
  Vasilisa giggled and sang, throwing a grenade with her bare, graceful foot:
  The athletes are eager to fight,
  Everyone believes in victory passionately...
  And for us any sea, the sea is knee-deep,
  We can handle any mountain!
  The female warriors are fighting the Chinese army with great fervor. They're demonstrating their superior skill. And they're not being stopped so easily. More precisely, they're stopping waves of fearless, desperately brave Chinese infantry. And they're using a variety of weapons, including homing grenades.
  CHAPTER No 12.
  Oleg and Margarita, along with other children, held the line outside Alma-Ata. The Chinese were trying to build on their success. Part of Kazakhstan's capital was still controlled by the Soviet Red Army. The insane war between two great communist-ruled countries continued.
  Oleg created a device that emits ultrasonic radiation. He and Margarita made it out of empty beer and milk bottles. And it's a very destructive weapon.
  The boy and girl turned it on using a regular battery and played a Beatles record. And wild music began to play.
  And the Chinese went on the attack in dense columns, like an avalanche.
  And they were met with an ultrasonic wave. And the flesh of the Chinese soldiers began to decompose and crumble into dust.
  Oleg and Margarita slapped their bare, childish feet and directed radiation at the soldiers of the Celestial Empire. Credit must be given to the Chinese soldiers-they pressed forward, heedless of losses.
  Other boys and girls from the children's battalion fired at them with machine guns, slingshots, catapults, and homemade crossbows. The Chinese suffered heavy losses, but pressed forward.
  Wooden tanks were also visible among the waves of infantry. There should be some kind of equipment, even if it's just wooden models.
  And Mao's troops are creeping up. That's what numbers mean. They keep advancing and advancing. And their battalion of children is mowing down. And when the Chinese infantry approached, they started firing rockets at them. And they were literally knocking out hundreds and thousands of the Celestial Empire's fighters.
  But the Chinese are pushing forward. They're already being met with high-explosive fragmentation shells fired by tanks and machine guns mounted on them.
  And a mass of Chinese are being destroyed. But more and more infantry keep coming.
  Oleg turned the ultrasonic device on full blast. And now, entire mounds of ground-up corpses are emerging.
  The barefoot girl Margarita sang:
  I'm a cool Russian girl -
  I've been abroad more than once!
  I have a short skirt,
  Mao immediately tore to shreds!
  The girl threw a grenade at her enemy with her bare foot. He shattered into pieces. Now that's truly a battle of the highest order. No girl, no Terminator. And the boy, too, threw a pea of antimatter with his bare foot. And it exploded with colossal force.
  The girl and the boy sang:
  And the battle continues again,
  The fire of hyperplasm is boiling...
  And Brezhnev is so young,
  Strike with swords!
  And the bare feet of the boy and girl once again hurled gifts of annihilation with colossal, murderous force. And they shrieked:
  - Glory to the USSR!
  Child warriors demonstrate that they are capable of fighting at the highest level. These young warriors are incredibly tough. And with their bare feet, they throw gifts of annihilation. And a mass of Chinese die on the spot and return to their ancestors.
  Some die quickly, their souls freed from their bodies soaring to the heavens. Others are wounded and suffer far more. They are forced to die, gradually suffering horribly.
  Oleg took and threw poisonous needles with his bare toes, which struck the Chinese soldiers; one needle killed three or four warriors of the Celestial Empire.
  The boy-terminator took and sang:
  The sacred mystery of the Motherland,
  The USSR is a country of the universe of cool...
  Let us strengthen our unity with you,
  Well, Mao is the enemy of the Fatherland in the terrible darkness!
  These are the kind of desperate and truly militant children we see here. They demonstrate their unyielding character. And the machine guns are firing again. And the Chinese soldiers are falling, mown down by the bursts.
  This is where the impact comes in.
  And when the Grads fire, it's truly horrific. And a ton of Chinese are killed. But they keep moving forward. Only rocket artillery is even remotely capable of slowing these hordes.
  Margarita grinned. The girl's bare heel had thrown something extremely lethal. And how it scattered the Chinese, tearing off their heads, arms, and legs.
  The children are determined to win decisively, even if the horde is countless.
  Oleg remembered the game "Entente." There, the computer builds numerous barracks and throws infantry into brutal assaults. And even though you mow down soldiers, the barracks keep producing more and more warriors. Unlike real life, in the game you can gather resources endlessly. And that gets boring. You lock on to artillery fire, and it automatically knocks out the enemy infantry. In "Entente," you can do something even simpler, just to rack up points. But that's a trade secret.
  Ultrasound is very effective against infantry. It's specifically tuned to target organic matter and covers a wide area.
  The children's battalion fought with great skill. Barefoot, the boys and girls threw small but powerful explosives that tore the Chinese soldiers to pieces.
  Children are extremely energetic fighters. They are noted for their excellent shooting accuracy.
  A boy named Seryozhka, for example, threw a small stick of smoke. The smoke caused the Chinese soldiers to vomit and go into fits of rage, and they began stabbing each other with bayonets.
  The boy took it and sang:
  Oh Motherland, I love you so much,
  There is nothing more beautiful in the entire universe...
  The Fatherland will not be torn apart ruble by ruble,
  There will be peace and happiness for all generations!
  The girl, Masha, also threw a piece of gum. The Chinese got stuck in it and started firing their rifles at their own.
  The girl took it and sang:
  Do not spare evil enemies,
  We'll chop everything into pieces...
  For the sake of strong fists,
  Youngsters are fighting!
  The kids here are really cool. True, Oleg and Margarita aren't kids by calendar standards; they were adults once, but now they look like twelve-year-olds.
  They fight very inventively and creatively. Besides ultrasound, you could use something else. Specifically, infrasound. And it also hits matter really hard...
  But Oleg will use this when this Chinese attack fizzles out. And it's still ongoing.
  To cheer up, the children started singing:
  Victory awaits, victory awaits,
  Those who long to break the shackles...
  Victory awaits, victory awaits -
  We will be able to beat the evil orcs!
  
  Even though we look like children and are barefoot,
  We often even find ourselves in battles...
  And the guys have hearts of gold,
  The scum will get a penalty!
  
  The orc is like a bear, cruel,
  And roars like a wounded elephant...
  But in battle we are children of the ace,
  The executioners will not hear our groans!
  
  We will never kneel,
  It is not we who will straighten our proud figure...
  There is no influx, know laziness,
  Let's strike like a hammer!
  
  The orc sometimes fries his heels, the freak,
  Burns the girls' feet...
  Here they are, an evil people,
  But I, boy, will kill him!
  
  In the child's heart the flame roars violently,
  And the fire is really raging...
  Raise your banner higher, warrior,
  You have a gift without boundaries!
  
  Yes, boys are sometimes passionate,
  We are children now forever...
  But sometimes we shine with talent,
  And a star shines over the world!
  
  No enemy will twist you into a spring,
  We are, after all, proud children of the Earth...
  And the boy beats the orcs with a sword,
  He is from God's family of titans!
  
  May the Lord be with us forever,
  He gave me youth that will last for centuries...
  We shine with our bare feet,
  And let the river flow without end!
  
  The Orc doesn't like, believe the words of truth,
  His evil, vile color...
  We'll take those bears by the gills,
  There will be eternal good power!
  
  The orc threatens us all with his fangs,
  Not greedy enough for the land...
  He is the insidious flight of hell Cain,
  And it draws solid zeros!
  
  For bears, believe me, it's not an honor,
  They only torment the roaring...
  But we are eternal warriors, children,
  We can't stand lies, believe me!
  
  Satan is apparently the creator of the orcs,
  They howl and bray like donkeys...
  The girl has a beautiful dress,
  Although the beauty's feet are bare!
  
  No, you are an orc - a fanged, nasty wolf,
  And the bear, whose nature is not honey...
  But believe me, the father of evil is not omnipotent,
  And we will have, just know the plane!
  
  We are capable of doing everything beautifully,
  To create a new joyful world...
  There is no more united group of children,
  There will be a new warrior-idol!
  
  The heart of the young burns for the Fatherland,
  It loves its glorious people...
  We will open the door to new worlds,
  Well, the orc is a pathetic freak!
  
  The honor of a boy, a girl,
  They love, believe me, to create...
  The children's voices will become ringing,
  The legs will throw daggers!
  
  That's when we build a new world,
  It contains happiness for new people...
  And we will march very proudly in formation,
  And the villain will receive retribution!
  
  God does not love those who are tearful,
  He, however, respects good...
  The boy and the girl, believe me, are not arrogant,
  His choice to success is a window!
  
  And when peace comes to the universe,
  We will resurrect those who have fallen with science...
  With your faith, imperishable throughout the centuries,
  And on the wings of a cherub he carries!
  After such a song, your spirits naturally rise, and you exterminate the Chinese with twice the force and energy. But finally, their attack faltered, and despite the loss of many thousands of soldiers, the remnants of the Celestial Empire's army began to retreat.
  Oleg even wiped the sweat from his forehead and answered with a sigh:
  - Oh my God, how many people we've exterminated! Even I'm scared! How can this be possible!
  Margarita replied with a sigh:
  "We didn't do this for ourselves, but for our Motherland, the USSR! After all, you and I were born in the USSR too!"
  Young warriors began crafting an infrasound device, which was supposed to bludgeon the brains of advancing troops. Overall, the war with China had a unique focus: the destruction of manpower.
  And this required hitting large areas of unarmored targets.
  Just like in the 1930s, tank designs with five or even seven turrets have reappeared. More machine guns and short-barreled cannons capable of firing high-explosive rounds. And the production of cluster munitions has been rapidly increased.
  Under Mao, China's industry was rather underdeveloped. Bicycles were still being made, but almost nothing serious. Perhaps only Panzerfausts, like the ones the Germans had begun to produce. At least then they might have had some chance of competing with Soviet tanks. And then the Americans started supplying bazookas on credit. The US tanks weren't doing so well. They were inferior in combat performance to Soviet vehicles, and attack aircraft, in particular, quickly destroyed them. And they were expensive. The US could also supply their M-16 automatic rifle, which was produced in large quantities, and the Chinese could use it. The Pravda rifle is temperamental and requires maintenance.
  While fighting continues on Soviet territory, Siberia is sparsely populated. Moscow seems calm, but the same cannot be said for Beijing and other Chinese cities, which are being bombed by Soviet aircraft.
  There are strategic bombers, and they carry heavy bombs. But China's air defenses are weak and outdated.
  Mao wanted to order fighter jets from the US, but the Americans refused to supply their pilots, meaning Chinese pilots had to be trained. And that takes time, and a lot of effort.
  However, China is in no rush for now. Its population is large enough to allow for even this kind of troop grinding, with a couple million killed per month alone.
  After all, the USSR is also suffering losses. Plus, it has a long way to go to redeploy reserves. It's like the Russo-Japanese War under Nicholas II, when Japan, due to Tsarist Russia's stretched communications, had a local advantage in a given area of the battle. Moreover, by the end of the war, due to the transfer of troops from western Russia and the heavy losses suffered by the Japanese in the brutal assaults, the Tsarist army had a numerical advantage. But the revolution that broke out in Russia prevented it from regaining the initiative.
  However, it must be said that Russian soldiers in that war weren't exactly eager to attack. Perhaps this explains Kuropatkin's passivity, rather than his being an idiot or a traitor. Moreover, after the Japanese surrendered, they handed over all their archives to the US, and there was no evidence that Kuropatkin was a spy. And Kuropatkin wasn't an idiot, having served as Chief of the General Staff under the great commander Skobelev himself.
  Although Oleg remembered that Kuropatki, in the battle with the Japanese, did not camouflage the guns and did not put shields on them, which was outright stupidity.
  Now, Soviet troops are fighting using the latest technology and military theory. But with a special anti-personnel focus.
  Margarita noted with a sweet smile:
  - Glory to communism!
  The children's battalion performed well overall. And the mounds of Chinese corpses were smoking.
  Oleg thought about the soul. He knew 100% that a person has a soul and that it is primary, and the body secondary. But some religious denominations didn't understand this. Seventh-day Adventists, for example. Yes, Jesus compared death to sleep. But during sleep, consciousness doesn't switch off, and we dream. Moreover, scientists have proven that humans dream almost constantly, only with varying intensity. Therefore, Christ's words indicate that death is not nonexistence at all. And when they mistook him for a spirit, Jesus didn't say that human spirits don't exist, but that a spirit doesn't have flesh and bones. But it does exist without flesh and bones!
  In any case, Oleg and Margarita's souls have swapped bodies, and now they look like children. And like in the TV series "Highlander," they're immortal, and even better than the Highlanders, since beheading them won't kill them.
  But to earn your physical immortality, you have to fulfill various missions-in this case, defend the USSR. And times aren't the best for entertainment. There are no game consoles, personal computers are still being developed and are primitive. Even most televisions are black and white, with only two channels. And the channels are rather boring. They haven't even made a series about Stirlitz yet.
  It's true that there is a movie, and it's now available in color. But that's also not everyday entertainment. The main thing, however, is the war. It's also somewhat reminiscent of a computer game, on a colossal scale. And in virtual reality!
  Oleg and Margarita tweaked a few details and continued building the setups. Specifically, why not make a whole battery, or maybe even several batteries, for ultrasonic and infrared sound? It's a pretty good idea, I'd say.
  And the children are building them before the Chinese launch another attack.
  Meanwhile, Soviet girls are fighting the troops of the Celestial Empire.
  Natasha threw four grenades at once with her bare, chiseled feet. And she tore apart a mass of Chinese soldiers, sending shreds of torn flesh flying. Now that's a real Russian woman.
  And Zoya, too, is pounding the enemy and fighting with wild abandon. And her muscles are rippling beneath her bronze skin. This girl is simply superb. She's got all sorts of skills. A warrior, so to speak, of the highest order.
  And Augustina also fights fiercely. And fires a machine gun. She's such a red-haired, aggressive beauty. And her copper-red hair flutters in the wind like a proletarian banner.
  And the girl's bare foot throws a great, deadly force of annihilation.
  Augustine exclaims:
  - Brezhnev and Lenin are with us!
  Apparently Stalin is no longer so relevant. But the warriors demonstrate their overwhelming class. And they fight like giants.
  Svetlana also fights like an ancient goddess. And she fires her machine gun with great accuracy. And her bare foot hurls death-giving gifts with great precision. And they tear the Chinese apart.
  Natasha, having mowed down the line of warriors of the Celestial Empire with a burst, noted:
  - We will build communism!
  Zoya threw the grenade again with her bare, chiseled, girlish foot, a grenade of deadly force, and replied:
  - We'll build it if we survive!
  Augustina also gave a turn and noted:
  "And what a stupid war this is. Communists rule one country, and so do the other, but they're locked in mortal combat!"
  Svetlana threw the gift of annihilation with her bare, chiseled foot and noted with a smile:
  "But Maoism is a perversion of communism! It's an attempt to build a puppet regime! More precisely, for them, people are just cogs!"
  Zoya, writing about the Chinese, noted:
  - And Stalinism is also a perversion! And a very bloody perversion!
  Augustine threw a grenade with her bare, graceful foot and noted:
  - And we don't have democracy either! Is this really an election? One candidate and no alternatives - just say, "Vote!"
  Svetlana giggled and cut down another Chinese line, noting:
  "Yes, as they say, what you fight for, you reap. But people go to elections like these, with almost 100% turnout. In the West, elections may be competitive, but people don't show up. So the question is..."
  And all four girls took and enthusiastically sang in chorus:
  Satan will not defeat us
  My homeland is the most beautiful in the world,
  The beautiful country will be famous....
  Both adults and children will be happy in it!
  
  Let the lilies of the valley bloom profusely in it,
  And the cherubs play a decent hymn...
  The Fuhrer will come to an end,
  Russians are invincible in battle!
  
  The Komsomol girls are running barefoot,
  They stomp on the snow with their bare heels...
  Hitler, you're only cool in appearance,
  I'll run you over with a tank!
  
  Will we be able to defeat the Nazis?
  As always, we girls are barefoot...
  Our most formidable knight is the bear,
  He'll kill everyone with a machine gun!
  
  No, we girls are already really cool,
  We literally tear apart all enemies...
  Our claws, teeth, fists...
  We will build a place in a wonderful paradise!
  
  I believe there will be great communism,
  The country is blooming in it, believe the Soviets...
  And the sorrowful Nazism will disappear,
  I believe that the exploits will be sung about!
  
  I believe the land will bloom violently,
  From victory to victory again...
  Defeat the Japanese, Nikolai,
  The samurai will answer for his meanness!
  
  We will not let ourselves be swayed,
  Let's crush our enemies with one blow...
  Let the hunter turn into the game,
  It was not in vain that we crushed the Wehrmacht!
  
  
  Believe me, it is not in our interests to give up,
  Russians have always known how to fight...
  We sharpened our bayonets with steel,
  The Fuhrer will become the image of a clown!
  
  This is what my homeland is like,
  The Russian accordion plays in it...
  All nations are a friendly family,
  Abel triumphs, not Cain!
  
  Soon it will be in the glory of the USSR,
  Even though our enemy is cruel and treacherous...
  We will show an example of valor,
  The Russian spirit will be glorified in battles!
  This is how the girls sang and fought with bare legs and slabs of abs on their stomachs.
  And now the tanks have entered the battle. They're firing machine guns and cannons. High-explosive shells are hitting the infantry. The Chinese are suffering huge losses, but they keep moving forward. They're brave guys.
  And here the girls from the USSR are pounding them... Some Soviet tanks are equipped with flamethrowers. And they are burning the Chinese with unbridled force and fury.
  Elena noted, pressing the trigger with her bare toes and releasing a fiery stream:
  - Mao's horde will not pass!
  Elizabeth confirmed:
  - But pasaran!
  The girls were working, shooting, and burning. And it was quite spectacular. And the flamethrower was burning the infantry; the smell of burning was so strong it even hit your nose. And of course, the machine guns were working, too. In particular, the famous "Dragon," firing five thousand rounds a minute.
  Ekaterina noted with a sweet look, pressing the button with her bare heel:
  "We're very sorry to see people killed. But if we don't kill them, they'll kill you. Moreover, we'll protect our land from the Horde's invasion."
  CHAPTER No 13.
  It was June 1969, summer had arrived. It's quite hot in Siberia, and even hotter in Central Asia. And the fighting continues. The Chinese are advancing. They're storming Dushanbe, and part of the capital of Tajikistan has already been captured. Alma-Ata has also been captured by the army of the Celestial Empire.
  The Soviet troops retreated to a reserve line of defense. And there they tried to hold off the Chinese. Even though the Celestial Empire's army continued to advance, at the cost of enormous losses, they had too many infantry. The Soviet units couldn't keep up with them. So they dropped bombs with needles and pellets, killing Chinese soldiers en masse.
  Cluster munitions are being used more and more actively. They're quite lethal. And the Chinese army is advancing.
  Oleg and Margarita have built three dozen ultrasound and infrasound devices, and the children's battalion uses them to repel attacks, literally turning the flesh of the Celestial Empire's soldiers into dust.
  When such a battery operates, it's brutal. And the Chinese attack has no chance. Thus, the warriors of the Celestial Empire fall.
  Oleg thought of computer games. For example, you can position your troops so that they easily destroy your opponents. But that takes time. And in a computer game, you still have to be able to win.
  It's true that in the Entente, there's time to build a line of defense, especially if there are sea or river barriers.
  Oleg, pushing forward with his bare feet, aimed the gun and fired an infrasound blast. It rained down on the Chinese, crushing them to dust.
  And the girl Margarita aimed her deadly weapon. And she too went and struck.
  This literally exterminates and humiliates the Chinese, turning them into a wet place or a swamp.
  And so the entire children's battalion works...
  But not all is well: the Chinese have seized part of the USSR. For example, a boy named Seryozhka is being transported with other children to a Chinese labor camp. The children are half-naked, barefoot, and thin. They are given almost no food along the way, and the water they are given is murky, causing many of the boys and girls to become ill.
  The Chinese, given their experience of World War II, brutally suppress any attempts to create a partisan movement.
  And first of all, they herd the local population into concentration camps. Separate camps for children, of course. There, at best, they'll toil for a handful of rice. That's the situation.
  Seryozhka stamps his bare feet; it's easy for him. But not all children are accustomed to walking barefoot; many have worn-out soles that bleed. And the children limp and cry. And it looks very humiliating. Although it's perfectly natural for boys and girls to go shoeless in the summer. But there's also the concept of status here: they're prisoners.
  Seryozhka tried to sing:
  Arise, branded with a curse,
  The whole world of hungry and slaves...
  Our indignant mind is seething,
  Ready to fight to the death!
  And then the boy received a powerful blow from the whip on his bare back-the child was bare to the waist, so hot and the journey so long. And the tanned skin burst and blood gushed out.
  And the children stepped into the blood with their bare, little feet, leaving behind graceful, scarlet footprints.
  The war wasn't going so well for the USSR. The enemy was on Russian territory. Yes, the Chinese were suffering huge losses, but they continued to advance on virtually all fronts. And they had a low tolerance for losses.
  For the USSR, a good method for destroying the Chinese is tank counterattacks. Using cannons, machine guns, and flamethrowers. And also fragmentation grenade launchers.
  The tank can also crush infantry with its tracks. That's also a pretty good method, let's say.
  Grad and Uragan missiles are increasingly using cluster munitions. They're pounding the infantry of the Celestial Empire with them. They're also ripping through entire thawed patches. That's how aggressively they operate.
  Soviet troops strive to work harmoniously, drawing on the traditions of the Great Patriotic War. Although the specifics here are different. Moreover, the Chinese are not only numerous, but also very courageous and do not spare their lives. In this respect, they resemble the Japanese.
  When the situation between Tsarist Russia and Japan became tense, the prevailing view was that one Russian soldier was worth ten samurai, just like a sailor. And that avoiding a fight at any cost was pointless. On the contrary, war was advantageous for Russia. After the rapid economic boom of the 1890s, the world fell into a crisis of overproduction. And it affected Tsarist Russia, too.
  The worsening economic situation led to an increase in peasant uprisings and workers' strikes. The outlying ethnic areas also became unsettled, and unrest began within the elite. In such a scenario, a small but victorious war could have strengthened the autocratic regime, and Tsar Nicholas II personally. The latter's reputation had been tarnished by the Khodynka stampede.
  But the small, victorious war didn't materialize. Moreover, it turned out that the Japanese soldier wasn't bad at all, and the Russian wasn't as good as everyone thought. In fact, this war was riddled with a number of unfavorable events for Tsarist Russia, as if higher powers had decided to prevent the rise of yet another empire.
  There is something that brings down all empires.
  Perhaps this is even Satan's work. The Book of Revelation speaks of the end of the world and the second coming of Jesus Christ being preceded by the establishment of the worldwide rule of the beast-the Antichrist.
  As for who this beast is, the number six hundred and sixty-six has offered various possibilities and interpretations. Any power, and practically any leader, can be fitted into it. But one thing is clear: this power will be universal, as the Bible and the Book of Revelation clearly state.
  And Satan prevents the establishment of a global power, or the dominance of any empire. In other words, the Devil favors a multipolar world. Since in a multipolar world, the Antichrist's global power will not exist, which means there will be no end of the world or the Second Coming of Jesus Christ! After all, if there is a Second Coming, there will be the Last Judgment, and Satan and all his angels will be cast into the lake of fire and brimstone! As will everyone not written in the Book of Life.
  Of course, Lucifer is doing everything he can to prevent the end of the world. That's why fortune ran out on both Hitler and Napoleon. Genghis Khan's fortunes held, but after his death, the empire soon fell apart, even though it threatened to take over the entire world.
  The British Empire also disintegrated-only its horns and legs remained. Tsarist Russia, which had achieved enormous power, entered a state of decline. And the Devil stopped the empire's further growth.
  True, there was a second peak under Stalin. But even then, Satan managed to organize the Twentieth Congress, which resulted in the collapse of Stalin's personality cult. And with it, the decline of the USSR and the worldwide communist movement began.
  In this world, China, the country with the world's largest population, and the USSR, with the world's most powerful army and largest military-industrial complex, clash. It's a dystopia, and a very bloody one at that.
  One of the new Chinese developments is the use of wooden tanks in attacks. It's also an interesting idea. Although it's not exactly a new idea. Wooden tanks are used as decoys. But here they were also used in attacks, including as a morale booster.
  Some tanks were as large as the German Maus, or even larger. And they were impressive.
  Especially for new recruits. And there were quite a few such conscripts.
  Besides marching on foot, the Chinese tried to produce as many bicycles and scooters as possible and attack with them. But this required special roads, of which there are few in Siberia.
  Female fighters fought against the Chinese.
  Alice and Angelica used rapid-fire submachine guns instead of sniper rifles. It was a good idea for taking out infantry en masse.
  Alice fired and sang:
  We lived with our grandmother,
  Two cheerful geese...
  Angelica, this red-haired beast, picked up:
  One of them was caught,
  Torn to pieces!
  Alice giggled and replied:
  But we can give an answer,
  We won't let the goose get torn apart!
  The battle continued with a rather epic stance. The war was being waged rather primitively-minimal equipment, maximum infantry. On the Soviet side, there was also a tank asymmetry. And that was truly serious.
  Alisa, however, was renowned for her marksmanship, and she'd smashed tanks' optical instruments. But in this case, you're just shooting at people. And you're killing so many people-even you feel disgusted.
  And Alice noted:
  - Is there any way to neutralize enemies without killing them?
  Angelica giggled and asked, throwing a grenade at the Chinese with her bare, chiseled foot:
  - How? Using hypnosis or something?
  Alice sighed heavily and noted:
  - In a good fairy tale, it's better to rehabilitate the villain than to kill him! You need to know that!
  Angelica bared her teeth and, throwing a few more poisonous needles with her bare toes, asked:
  - How are we going to educate the Chinese if we don"t even know their language?
  Alice shrugged, fired and replied:
  - I don"t know, probably with gestures!
  And the girls laughed. It really was funny. And it made me feel a little better, because killing so many people is a real drag. And Alice even thought about karma. Hitler shot himself at fifty-six, supposedly seriously ill-a real wreck-karma.
  True, as she fired, the blonde terminator wondered, "What about Emperor Hirohito of Japan?" He killed as many people as Hitler, and he started fighting back in 1931. Yet he's still alive and even retains his position as Emperor. That's unfair. What about the law of karma?
  The girl also noted that the USSR and Japan had good relations. And the film "Seven Samurai" was even shown in theaters. And it turns out that samurai weren't universally evil. The same can't be said for the fascists. Just imagine the film "Seven SS Men, or Seven Nazis."
  Yes, it really is strange. But the Japanese didn't fight on Soviet soil. Maybe that's why they didn't develop a negative image. Besides, the Russo-Japanese War, with the exception of Sakhalin, was fought on Chinese soil. And the Japanese didn't commit any atrocities either. And what about the Chinese? Under Nikita Khrushchev, relations with Mao deteriorated. The latter didn't want to acknowledge the upstart Khrushchev as his older brother.
  But under Brezhnev, a real war began, though still non-nuclear. And despite the USSR's technological superiority, China is currently on the offensive and holds the initiative.
  The Terminator girls, however, are trying to reduce the number of Chinese soldiers. Akulina Orlova and Anastasia Vedmakova are pounding the Celestial Empire's troops with rocket-propelled grenades and cluster munitions from their fighter-attack aircraft. The main goal is to destroy the infantry. The Chinese's equipment and artillery have been largely destroyed. But the infantry is still in tatters.
  It's true that the Chinese are trying to churn out some primitive guns in their factories. And sometimes they fire at Soviet positions. They even tried to make an ultra-long-range gun. But it turned out large and cumbersome, and it was easily destroyed by air strikes.
  Anastasia took the blow, choosing the densest concentration of infantry, and exclaimed:
  - To new victories!
  The girl remembered fighting the Germans. Fighting them in the air is difficult. Especially with the Focke-Wulf, which has a powerful armament-six aircraft cannons, in its most common version. Two of them are 30-millimeter cannons. Such a colossus can shoot down a Soviet fighter in a single pass. Anastasia's Yak-9 had one cannon, but it was a 37-millimeter one. But using it requires skill. After a few shots, the cannon deflects the fighter with its recoil.
  But Anastasia was a sniper, and she hit the target with her first shot. The Focke-Wulf was a powerful machine, not only with its powerful armament, but also with two hundred and fifty kilograms of armor, making it exceptionally difficult to shoot down. And its speed was a hundred kilometers per hour higher than that of the Soviet Yak.
  The Focke-Wulf could also be used as a ground attack aircraft, attacking ground targets.
  Anastasia, however, also fired her 37mm cannon at German tanks. Especially at the Panthers, which were rather weakly protected from above. The Tiger-2, however, had strong roof armor, so it was necessary to hit it directly in the hatch.
  Anastasia the Witch was a real witch who did not age and remained in appearance like a girl.
  And her feet were bare in any weather and so graceful, chiseled, a perfect beauty.
  Meanwhile, it's decimating the Chinese army's infantry. And shelling them with cluster munitions. And so many soldiers of the Celestial Empire are dying.
  Akulina Orlova also fought against the Germans in her time, and she's a witch. She really enjoys making love to young men.
  She really likes it. And in battle, she's just superb!
  And with them was Margarita Magnetic, also a sorceress. Their triumvirate was terrifying to the Nazis. And thanks to their protective magic, their planes were impossible to shoot down. The warriors destroyed Luftwaffe planes. And they were terrifying to their enemies.
  All three girls were young and fresh, and looked no more than twenty years old. Although Anastasia Vedmakova had defended Sevastopol back during the Crimean War under Nicholas I. Such an amazing girl she was.
  The pilots wear nothing but bikinis and are barefoot. And they're comfortable and like it that way. They're wonderful fighters. And they fight very skillfully.
  But now the rockets and cluster munitions are gone. And the attack aircraft carrying the girls are flying back to replenish their combat complement.
  Akulina Orlova noted:
  "It would be great if we could cast a spell so that our rockets would be like the ruble-reusable. Then we could launch them without interruption."
  Anastasia Vedmakova replied:
  - If only it were that simple. It would be possible to multiply gold coins. But as it is, it's not so simple!
  Margarita Magnetic snapped her bare toes and said, baring her pearly teeth:
  - Yes, life is not simple, and the paths are not straight. Everything comes too late, everything goes too early!
  And all three witch girls laughed. It really did look somehow tragic and comical at the same time!
  As the stormtroopers landed, their bare, tanned feet flashing, three girls jumped out of the planes. They were in a very cheerful mood. They even began to sing:
  We are cool pirate girls,
  And we don"t know, so consider it a problem...
  They will throw a boomerang with their bare feet,
  So that sir doesn't get too proud!
  
  Here we are sailing in a storm on a brigantine,
  We cut through the nose, know the wave...
  In this there is certainly light of the elements,
  Putting the evil horde to flight!
  
  The girl is not afraid of a tornado,
  They are like a monolith in strength...
  There will be a fierce fight for piracy,
  And the enemy will truly be defeated!
  
  Girls are capable of learning everything,
  The girls' thoughts are a whirlwind...
  A woman doesn"t want a better fate,
  Break through the fog like an arrow!
  
  We don't know the word "weakness" for girls,
  Our power beats, believe me, with a key...
  We will receive, I know joy soon,
  If necessary, we'll hit you with a brick!
  
  Our strength is as violent as gunpowder,
  The girls have fire in their veins...
  Believe me, my fiancé is very dear to me,
  The girl will be in glory and honor!
  
  We raced boldly on the brigantine,
  Quickly dispersing the sails...
  Or they could have gone in a "Limousine",
  These are the miracles you know!
  
  The enemy will not hang chains on the girls,
  Because we are all brave...
  Our courage infuriates our enemies,
  There are no braver girls on earth!
  
  We will pierce the heads of our enemies with swords,
  Believe me, we will protect those who are weak...
  Let's fight for the strength between us,
  I believe we will definitely win!
  
  We are pirate girls,
  That there is no one more beautiful than us in the world...
  The waves splash in the blue sea,
  We look no more than twenty!
  
  We can do everything, we know how to do a lot,
  Our girls' team has no boundaries...
  Don't talk nonsense, priest,
  Christ himself is not for the sword for the peace!
  
  We are used to fighting fiercely,
  Things are going well for us...
  If you're a boy, you're no longer a crybaby,
  And you will show simply top class!
  
  God, believe me, doesn't like weak guys,
  His strength is in the fury of the sword...
  We are such girls and women, you know,
  No, believe me, there is no one stronger than us!
  
  We are not afraid of insidious enemies,
  Pirates have a strong life...
  Under the radiant rays of the sun,
  The crows flew away like wildfire!
  
  A girl shoots a musket,
  Hits the filibuster in the forehead...
  That's why the planet spins,
  What a God the Most High will be for us!
  
  Here the beauty will swing her saber dashingly,
  Someone's head rolled...
  The girl won't step on the rake,
  After all, she is an eagle, not an owl!
  
  Her power is in such boundless strength,
  Believe me, the Spaniards are retreating...
  Somewhere the women were loudly shouting,
  The beast is definitely attacking!
  
  Death bares its bloody grins,
  An uncontrollable roar is heard...
  The bastards attack from the underworld,
  Where are you, our two-headed eagle king?
  
  Girls know no mercy in battle,
  Their enemies cannot cut them down in battle...
  They are, of course, happy to win,
  Because it's as strong as a bear!
  
  Any girl will tear the wolf's mouth apart,
  They will pull out all the fangs without a doubt...
  Yes, sometimes they fight for too long,
  The women have sharpened their fists!
  
  And she went to write to them about the province,
  Believe me, women are the strongest...
  Whatever happened in my previous life,
  Don't rejoice here, you villainous orc!
  
  No, the kingdom of light will soon arise,
  And the evil dragon will be chopped down...
  And the hussars will also join the attack,
  And it's a complete disaster for the trolls!
  
  And the pirate is barefoot,
  The trace of the evil monster will be erased...
  He'll hit you on the top of your head with a poker,
  And it will really kill all the enemies!
  
  It's not clear what the beauties want,
  Showing his great enthusiasm...
  We don't need cigarettes and vodka,
  It would be better if the orcs suffered a real defeat!
  
  The strings will play like a lyre,
  The sun's bright ray will sparkle...
  The girl has lips like velvet,
  He will blow with them like a muse!
  
  With its undoubted beauty,
  The girl will conquer the peaks...
  Glory will give birth to the whole incorruptible world,
  Let the sun rise to its zenith soon!
  
  That's when the rays will color the mountains,
  They will be like the color of rubies...
  We'll stop just talking,
  For the sake of the highest powers in heaven!
  
  Let the bald dragon die in agony,
  Let the end come for the monster...
  And you need to smear this snot,
  Let everyone be a good fellow!
  
  We pirates will make the world cleaner,
  And let's end the long-standing feud...
  And we will gallop across the waves like lynxes,
  If necessary, we will deal with Satan!
  
  We will win, we know it for sure,
  Even if the enemy is like a legion...
  And victory will be in glorious May,
  Even though there are a million of us enemies!
  
  God will not help the cowardly,
  Our girls' courage is great...
  And a mighty collective at sea,
  We will raise the devil to his horns!
  
  And when we finish all the battles,
  And Jolly Rogers above the Earth...
  We will ask for a timid forgiveness,
  Who parted with life and family!
  
  There will then be a statue of evil,
  For girls to sparkle like sunshine...
  Shots are fired from a machine gun,
  Then I will blaze with fireworks!
  The Terminator girls sang with such fervor and enthusiasm. And the war goes on. Tamara and Valentina climbed into the self-propelled gun. It's small, with a crew of two girls, all of them prone, and six machine guns and one aircraft cannon. And plenty of ammunition. A special anti-infantry self-propelled gun. And so it will sweep through Mao's troops. And mow down a ton of Chinese. Tamara, firing, using her bare toes, remarked:
  - Not a bad self-propelled gun. Just lie down, you can even hurt your sides!
  Valentina laughed and replied:
  - Of course, it's possible! But we proceed with caution!
  A low-profile self-propelled gun, quite nimble. It can also avoid grenade throws. Bazookas are still a rarity among the Chinese.
  CHAPTER No 14.
  Stalin-Putin also decided to compose something in this foul autumn weather. But since he didn't feel like picking up a pen, he simply began dictating.
  Oleg and Margarita, these eternal children, commanded a young battalion. They used new weapons they had invented themselves. In this case, they were small drones armed with very powerful explosives. The boy and girls, along with other children, had made them themselves. And they used them quite successfully against the numerous armored vehicles of the Third Reich. Oleg, being a time traveler and having completed many missions with Margarita, could literally make drones out of trash, small in size, and use explosives made from coal dust.
  But it was ten times more powerful than TNT, and thanks to a little secret of the cumulative charge, it could penetrate the armor of even the newest Panther-4 or the heavy Tiger-4.
  The children's battalion of boys and girls went barefoot. In May, it's even better and more comfortable. It really is so pleasant to feel the prickly surface against your bare soles in warm weather.
  Oleg launched a tiny drone the size of a matchbox. And then a dozen more. Hitler's tanks were approaching from the opposite direction. There were many of them, and let's just say they were decent machines. Maybe even superior to the Russian ones in some ways. But the boy genius was ready to meet them. And so was the genius girl.
  The children stamped their bare, tanned feet and sang:
  My pedestal is great and not made by hands,
  Though the path of evil sows flames of blood...
  The people of Russia are powerful and rebellious,
  That Russian force tore the Reich to shreds!
  
  Tsar Michael, believe me, is so great,
  The victories will open an endless account...
  And will stop the hordes of wild Fritzes,
  And a wave from the underworld will destroy!
  After which, a whole swarm of drones flew toward Hitler's steel wedge. That's how menacing it looked. And then the first Nazi tank, the Maus-3, received a powerful drone strike and began to explode and detonate.
  The boy and girl jumped up, squealed and yelled:
  - Tomatoes, cucumbers - the Fuhrer will soon be dead!
  The drones really do strike without mercy. And the Nazis are having a hard time. The Fritz's tanks are catching fire, exploding, melting. And what a bright, orange flame flares up above them. Literally, the metal is ablaze. And the tank crews are scorched.
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  In real history, tank production in the Third Reich never reached such a high level. But even that was far from perfect.
  Margarita laughed and, with her bare foot, hurled a pea of annihilation with deadly force. And the young warriors pummeled the enemy.
  The girl sang with fury:
  Mishka is the glory of battle,
  The teddy bear of our youth is flying...
  Fighting and winning with song,
  The people follow Romanov!
  Fighting and winning with song,
  The people follow Romanov!
  Other boys and girls also fired bazookas and catapults, smashing tigers and panthers.
  They performed exceptionally well. And the Nazis were running out of steam. Their advancing steel columns were destroyed by a dense cloud of tiny drones.
  And the young warriors jumped and leaped, rejoicing in their victory.
  Female pilots also fought against the Nazis. In this case, Anastasia Vedmakova. This eternal girl is quite the badass.
  She fought back in the time of Nicholas I, and showed her best side. During the defense of Sevastopol, the barefoot girl chopped off the heads of Turkish, English, French, and Sardinian soldiers.
  And now she was crushing the Nazis in her fighter. And doing it with great skill. Although the Nazis had the formidable Z62-Me and other aircraft. Their bombers were also powerful. Especially the tailless jet-powered B-28, which could reach any point in Tsarist Russia. And then there were the fearsome disc-shaped flying machines. There's no antidote for them yet. Although they can't fire themselves, they have incredible speed and can ram with a laminar jet stream.
  Akulina Orlova is also a very strong warrior, and she does such things - she just loves them. And she shoots down German and Italian planes quite actively. Using her bare toes, too.
  And he presses buttons with them. Very professionally.
  Mirabella Magnetic is also a cool pilot. All three girls are witches. And Tsarist Russia is invincible with them!
  And they press the levers and buttons with their bare, sharpened feet.
  Mirabela remembered how they fought the Japanese. It was something incredibly cool and unique. And what the girl showed there.
  Especially when lightning shot from a scarlet nipple. Now that's a real witch. It literally incinerated samurai. It turned them into skeletons and embers. Now that's truly an aggressive cosmic impact.
  Three witch girls flew and shot and maneuvered. They shot down planes and hit ground targets. That's how cool they were.
  And rockets are especially common. And aircraft cannons are pounding tanks and infantry.
  Witches are quite powerful. And almost naked. And they enjoy various positions when making love to men. And of course, young men are more handsome than old ones.
  They were in good shape.
  And so, having once again changed their combat kit and refueled, they flew into battle. And all the while singing:
  We are the wolves of the sky and the vastness of the sphere,
  Born to fight for a dream!
  Somewhere millionaires are warming their navels,
  And I will bring victory to the country!
  
  Yes, the world is certainly not a bed of roses,
  Every step in it jingles with shackles!
  But the fighter wants to breathe freely,
  May my family live happily!
  
  We are knights, winged and dashing,
  Cruel, fair and strong!
  Even though we sometimes have fluff on our faces.
  In some way, children are Satan's!
  
  Warrior is a game in which the chips are beaten,
  It is impossible to make a stupid recount!
  Here they shed fluff like cotton wool from linden trees,
  Our bomber will blow this whole region apart!
  
  The earth groans and seethes,
  There is a very formidable force boiling within her!
  You are a man like a gyrfalcon of violent power,
  And the strength of the heart is a monolith above the slabs!
  
  But why do the children of the wind fight?
  What did you forget on the way to your dream?
  As the ancestors did in Retro armor,
  We were winning, the Teutons were tearing everything apart!
  
  It just so happened that there is no calling cooler,
  The war did not come to us - we came to it!
  There is a cowardly ally with a fat belly, Duce,
  And others - also the score is zeros!
  
  He comes to take the burden on our backs,
  To bear this military labor - cursing fate!
  So that we don"t have any stupid embarrassment,
  So that a simple coward doesn't get penalized!
  But the Germans have their own monsters. For example, very cool girls. And Gerda moves and sings with her barefoot team:
  Our tanks are not afraid of dirt,
  We in the SS always knew how to fight!
  And their bare, pink heels are round and very seductive. The girls are simply superb. And they demonstrate outstanding achievements.
  Gerda pressed the joystick buttons with her bare foot. You fired a shell, and the Russian tank burst into flames.
  The warrior even roared with delight. How cleverly she had done it.
  Then, using her bare toes, red-haired Charlotte shot out. And another Russian vehicle was ablaze with blue flames. And the girls simply rejoiced, jumping up and down in their cramped, low-slung tank.
  Then Christina shoots and this girl with yellow-red hair hits the Russian howitzer and turns it over and screams:
  - The Third Reich will defeat everyone!
  Magda fires next, also quite accurately. This time, she also hits a Russian self-propelled gun. Those girls' vehicles are no joke.
  So the four of them went wild. Russian tanks and guns exploded and overturned. You can't really go up against the girls, especially when they're barefoot and in bikinis.
  But of course, there's a counterweight to them, too. These are Russian girls.
  In particular, Elena and her crew are also riding in a heavy tank and shooting.
  The warrior is a bit bored, though. There are televisions now, but they're still black and white. But color films are being made. And it's great to watch in color. The Tsarist Empire is fighting for world domination, and it might be the last war in human history.
  Although it must be said, there are cruelties involved. Here are the Nazis interrogating a female warrior. They placed her in a steel cage, almost completely naked and barefoot. A fire was lit at the bottom of the cage. The girl's bare soles, not yet too calloused, began to burn. It was both painful and humiliating. She screamed as the steel began to redden with the heat. And it smelled like roasting lamb. The Nazis raised the cage higher and then released the girl, but not just like that. They tied her hands with ropes and hung her from them.
  And this, it must be said, is also painful, especially when you're hanging for a long time. But of course, even this wasn't enough, and the German executioners began to whip the Russian girl first with willow twigs, and then with barbed wire and copper wire.
  Yes, that was cruel. Plus, the Nazis started breaking her fingers with red-hot pliers, starting with her little finger and continuing up to her thumb. Then they brought a torch to her bare chest, and the girl lost consciousness from the pain.
  These are the kind of horrors that are happening.
  Elizabeth, however, notes, having shot down an enemy vehicle:
  - It looks like the Nazi offensive is running out of steam!
  Elena giggled and objected:
  "On the one hand, the Third Reich and its allies have far fewer human and material resources than we do. But on the other, they have disc-shaped aircraft-a big problem for us!"
  Ekaterina clarified:
  - Not for us, but for our aviation, against ground targets, flying saucers are not particularly effective.
  Euphrosyne giggled and sang:
  I fell in love with a pilot, I thought he could fly,
  I came on a date, and he"s sweeping!
  And the girls burst out laughing. In general, you have to be more careful in your Peter the Great tank. The German Tigers and Panthers, of various models, are quite powerful.
  After emptying the girl's combat kit, they drove the car back to base. While it was being re-armed and refueled, they took a shower.
  Standing under the streams, Elena noticed:
  The enemy is trying to break through in a narrow wedge, getting caught in crossfire. We must take advantage of this!
  Catherine asked with a laugh:
  - And was your boyfriend?
  Elena giggled and replied:
  - Of course there was!
  Elizabeth muttered:
  - We need guys too! The main thing is to get pregnant during the war!
  Euphrosyne asked with a smile:
  - How long will the war last?
  Ekaterina shrugged her shoulders, which were not developed in a feminine way, and shaking off the water, she replied:
  - Here, fight, don"t guess. But I think six months or a year at most!
  Elena replied with a sigh:
  - If only a year... Although, the Third Reich is small in size and we, together with Italy, Spain, and Portugal, will have time to take control of it in a year!
  Elizabeth added:
  "There's also Belgium, Holland, France, and Britain, which enjoyed limited autonomy within the Third Reich, and a small part of the United States. But I think we'll win, and maybe even finish it within a year!"
  Catherine giggled and sang:
  Hope is my earthly compass,
  Luck is the reward of courage...
  One song is enough,
  What a lot of fighting was sung about in it!
  The girls showered, dried themselves with towels, threw on bikinis, and headed back into action. Their bare, pink heels flickered like the paws of a bunny running from a fox.
  Elena sang with enthusiasm:
  Four powerful beautiful girls,
  Adolf, you know, will get his ears pulled hard...
  And the beauties have a ringing voice,
  This means that soon the Fuhrer will be kaput!
  Boys in shorts and barefoot, tanned, muscular legs loaded the tank with ammunition and refueled it. Elena stroked the bare, beautifully muscled back of the cutest and oldest boy, about fourteen years old. He purred with pleasure. Ekaterina pinched the teenager's muscular chest and chirped,
  Boy, my, my baby,
  We are going into battle, not into silence!
  And the girl laughed. And all four of them climbed into the heavy tank "Peter the Great." And the vehicle moved off. And the teenager stood there, breathing heavily with excitement, his pretty face flushed with embarrassment.
  Several boys jumped up and, flashing their bare legs, sang:
  The great king rules wisely,
  Gives orders, judges servants...
  The throne does not tolerate fuss and barking,
  And this is not a method to induce fear!
  
  Well, if a tough battle is coming,
  You must die for Rus'...
  Forget your sorrows and reproaches,
  Protect those living on Earth!
  Afterwards, they continued working. The boys here were no older than fourteen, and some were as young as ten. It was almost hot in May, and they worked in shorts, bare-chested, which was more comfortable, including the opportunity to sunbathe. The boys were barefoot almost year-round. Especially in Poland, where winters are milder, and hardy children can easily trudge through wet snow with their bare, rough soles. When you're on the move, you don't freeze even in slight frost or below zero.
  Teenage boy Sasha imagined himself hugging and kissing the beautiful Elena. The girl looked young and fresh, but she was at least thirty. She and her foursome had taken Washington and New York during the previous war. One could say she was a successful woman in excellent shape.
  Sasha's a teenager now, and his hormones are running wild. He craves a girl's affection. You're not a boy anymore, after all.
  Petka, his assistant, a very muscular boy of about thirteen, giggled and noted:
  Don't lose heart, midshipmen,
  Is life bad or good...
  One sail and soul,
  One sail and soul!
  The people and the army are united!
  And the boys began padding around again, their bare, strong, nimble feet. There are no computer games yet, but they can play chess, checkers, and backgammon. That's also interesting. And simple football is good too. And it's nice to play it on bare boyish feet.
  In addition to boys, girls also work. They're also no older than fourteen, though since this is military production, there are fewer of them. The young women, of course, wear sandals and short, government-issued skirts. They prefer to work in government-issued children's clothing to save their dresses.
  Olya, a girl with a freshly shaved head, managed to get lice. But it even suits her. And the warrior is not discouraged.
  The other girls, some with short hair, others with long hair, are cheerful and hard-working.
  Rocket artillery is also hitting the Nazis. The Third Reich's losses continue to mount.
  Even children are making a contribution. The artillery is firing, and boys and girls are carrying shells, flashing their bare, small, tanned legs.
  Oleg and Margarita also fight, and the brave children don"t forget to sing:
  My homeland is in a stormy battle,
  Where the boundless ocean boils...
  There are forget-me-nots in the child"s soul,
  At least sometimes you can see fog!
  
  Jesus is the Creator of the Great Universe,
  For us people he went to the cross...
  With his spirit unwavering in battle,
  He died and rose again in joy!
  
  With Svarog God - these are brothers,
  That fighter and military sword of the Slavs...
  One of the Highest was going to the crucifixion,
  And another one was blowing the furnaces!
  
  To whom the sword is a great reward,
  Bow down to Christ, people...
  The fallen will bring you comfort,
  Believe him, I will tell you the truth!
  
  What does God want from us guys?
  So that you, boy, fight for Rus'...
  And shoot at your enemies with a machine gun,
  Fight for your dream and don't be afraid!
  
  Warriors of the great Svarog,
  His brother God Perun...
  You do a lot for people,
  The Russian country is flourishing!
  
  The White God brings good to people,
  Of course there will be happiness with him...
  He will forgive our sinners and will not condemn them,
  This is the layout we got!
  
  You are just a child for God,
  He will love you very much...
  The girls have a ringing voice,
  Let the hunter turn into the game!
  
  Christ the Lord created joy,
  So that they could feast boisterously...
  Will stop the onslaught of the wild horde,
  If necessary, we will kill!
  
  We exterminated the hordes of Mamai,
  Even though the vampire Batu was on the attack...
  We will simply tear the nukers to pieces,
  Even Shakespeare couldn't describe it with his pen!
  
  Gods, you create the universe,
  The Almighty Rod will be with us...
  We do not anger Him with our deeds,
  And then everyone will get a term!
  
  Let those who fought be in Eden,
  Iriy protects the souls of the righteous...
  Don't give in to the chimera, people,
  There will be a monolith for the Fatherland!
  
  How we love our Motherland, guys,
  
  Kyiv is the mother of Russian cities...
  Believe me, the enemy will face retribution,
  And no need to waste unnecessary words!
  
  Rod created the Universe by playing,
  Opening the heavens with a word...
  The girl is tearing through the snow barefoot,
  Performing miracles in battle!
  
  There is no salvation except Jesus,
  Lada, mother of the Gods, will grant paradise...
  And do not believe in various temptations,
  You choose to be the head of the family!
  
  He will give life to those who died in battle,
  May everything be in a new light for you...
  The fierce Cain will be destroyed,
  There will be a paradise without boundaries of existence!
  
  The endless expanses of space,
  Holy Rus' will conquer...
  If necessary, we will melt mountains,
  Write down your accomplishments in a notebook!
  
  The Black God is also needed, you know,
  To keep the bear man awake...
  The boy runs daringly through the puddles,
  Even if napalm falls!
  
  My mother, the Goddess of happiness Lada,
  Since the beginning of the world, paradise has been sowing...
  Will bring a reward to the warrior,
  Paradise is in full bloom!
  
  She is an eternally young girl,
  Although she gave birth to many Gods...
  She walks with a thin waist,
  So beautiful - there are no words!
  
  My Fatherland is infinity,
  The Japanese were born to defeat...
  We, guys, serve the Family forever,
  God, the embodiment of spring!
  
  And when Christ the Lord comes,
  What promises to resurrect everyone...
  The host of God will come with a thousand faces,
  May people live in the happiness of Rodnovery!
  
  We children are the highest reward,
  To preserve bright youth forever...
  After all, the Goddess of Paradise Lada is with us,
  With her, the thread of life will not be broken, I know!
  
  In battles with the enemy we moved mountains,
  It's as if Ilya Muromets was chopping...
  The treasury was filled with spoils, you know,
  We spent a lot of effort in the battle!
  
  We loved our Gods, believe me,
  Who gave such a life, you know...
  That they received immortality in joy,
  That we will even see communism!
  
  So, to begin with, we broke That,
  Opened the way to China for Russia...
  The samurai squadron was sunk,
  Now let the East turn into paradise!
  
  We will fly to Mars soon, believe me,
  Venus will be ours too, just know...
  We are still centuries old children in body,
  Although we fight better than the Jedi!
  
  Yes, Port Arthur is now forever Russian,
  Manchuria is Russian land...
  Why are you so sad, boy?
  The navy is a friendly family!
  
  Any war will end, believe me,
  Even though a lot of blood is shed in vain, know this...
  We have found happy immortality,
  Give others the joy of the world too!
  
  Let us shout - our Lada will be in glory,
  Svarog with Christ, Perun for centuries...
  The flames of hell will not scorch the planet,
  A great dream will come true!
  
  Someday we too will grow up,
  We'll probably give birth to a million children...
  Let's have a really fun party,
  After all, our strength is legion!
  
  Now the boy and the girl are at war,
  Bare heels of child fighters...
  And ahead of Eden there will be distances,
  And at this moment, beat the Fritz bravely!
  CHAPTER No 15.
  In the United States, the Third Reich had its own piece of controlled territory. And from there, the Nazis attempted to advance. But their forces were insufficient, and Russian troops launched powerful attacks from the flanks. American colonial troops also took part in the fighting. Four girls from the Russian province of the United States piloted a Super Pershing tank.
  The girls were very active. And, I must say, beautiful. They had minimal clothing and maximum desire to fight.
  Of course, they fired using joysticks and their bare toes.
  The crew was commanded by the striking blonde Kamala, and she dealt the most powerful blows to the Nazis.
  She had her own erotic fantasies, though. For example, why not make love to an elf? Elves are so beautiful. And their skin is smoother and softer than that of human girls. And how nice it would be when this elf caresses you. And to touch her skin, his smooth, soft, tender hide. That would be fantastic.
  Kamala took and sang a whole poem:
  We girls went to be pirates,
  They wanted to fight like eagles...
  We females are like acrobats,
  And daughters of God and sons!
  
  We love to splash in the blue sea,
  There is no beauty more beautiful...
  We succeeded in sorting everything out,
  Giving radiant light to people!
  
  More precisely, we rob only the rich,
  They're like Robin Hood...
  The royal chambers sparkle,
  And let's do a punching hook!
  
  The Spaniards are short of girls,
  And it's not easy for the Portuguese...
  Our voice is so ringing,
  He writes like a chisel!
  
  We want to become the coolest and highest of all,
  And conquer the vastness of the stars...
  Although sometimes it blows your mind,
  The hunter will become the game!
  
  We girls are becoming more and more beautiful,
  Here we go in a crowd to board...
  To make this world more beautiful,
  We attack the crew!
  
  The English are fighting in battle,
  And with them is Morgan, their leader...
  He wants to impose a tax on us,
  And rule like an evil king!
  
  But we girls are not shy,
  We rush barefoot into battle...
  Sometimes it's nonsense,
  The mad leader is raging!
  
  Here we attack the caravel,
  And the beauties rush in like a horde...
  We will, of course, make a sacrifice,
  After all, God and Satan are with us!
  
  I fight, waving furiously,
  With the sharpest razor sword...
  So that there would be a place in a wonderful paradise,
  To hit someone in the face with a brick!
  
  I cut it down with my saber,
  Four large heads...
  And so she beat the Spaniards hard,
  It's as if eagles are my relatives!
  
  Here we have a hard time,
  This just blew me away...
  We are such children of Pallas,
  The strongest oar in your hands!
  
  Possessing mighty power,
  We honor Christ with a pure heart...
  Let the world be a beautiful paradise,
  There is great purity in it!
  
  Our swords are sharp and strong,
  They'll cut it in half at once...
  Well, and then the children will be born,
  And we will apparently endure the shame!
  
  How wonderful it is for me to be a pirate,
  That woman that burns on fire...
  And I wanted a sweet life,
  The girl is forever young!
  
  My swords were spinning wildly,
  They are like a mill in the whirlwinds...
  The girl won't be quiet,
  What shall we dedicate at once in verse!
  
  Once upon a time there was a glorious Buddha,
  He said it right - thou shalt not kill...
  But Judas swam to that,
  And after the dwarves, the royal Viy!
  
  I'm not just a simple pirate,
  There are different years...
  I go to the scaffold barefoot,
  Satan must have betrayed me!
  
  The executioner tortured me on the rack,
  Roasted my heels with fire...
  But I can"t remain silent like a fish,
  I'd rather hit you with my fist!
  
  So I escaped from the scaffold,
  How cleverly she managed to escape...
  I will knock the enemy off his pedestal,
  Although the evil horde is attacking!
  
  No one can pin us down,
  Neither the enemy, nor the army, nor even thunder...
  Although clouds are hovering over the sea,
  A furious defeat awaits the enemies!
  
  The enemy knows a lot, maybe,
  But the pirates are also great...
  They'll be able to hit you in the face like that,
  That the scoundrels will fly away!
  
  Here's the girl on the loose again,
  And he cuts down the English in battle...
  He clearly cares about the people,
  I see people from all over the world!
  
  But we tried to win,
  We were able to stop the enemies...
  And the girls fought so hard,
  That we will never part in life!
  
  When the war comes to victory,
  And there will be a bountiful harvest...
  Happy adults and children,
  And the whole planet is a bright paradise!
  That's how the American star performed her romance. And when she started firing, she tore off the turrets of German tanks-the 90-millimeter 73 EL shell is quite lethal. That's how the Americans took on the Nazis.
  Another girl from the Russian province of the United States, Hilary, decided to figure out how to sell the plastic. After all, they were going to make tanks out of it. While they would certainly be very light, their strength was highly questionable.
  Hilary took it and sang:
  A grey hare is jumping across the field,
  I am very pleased...
  There's a handsome boy waiting for me there,
  On a golden horse!
  It really seemed like it would be simply delightful. And the Germans? Here in the US, they have too few forces to win, and the Americans chose to remain loyal to Tsar Mikhail Romanov!
  However, in this case, the lesser of two evils was chosen. Although Tsarist Russia had an absolute monarchy, Germany, with its Führer-like leadership, was no better, and perhaps worse.
  The Jewish pogroms and book burnings in the Third Reich were particularly depressing. And of course, civilized Americans wouldn't agree with such a thing.
  And the girls with bare, tanned, muscular legs took and sang:
  What a lucky break,
  What a lucky break...
  This could very well happen to anyone,
  My random fellow traveler,
  My random fellow traveler...
  And it turned out that I would be on the same path with him for a long time!
  It's a long way to go! To the Eden of Tsarism!
  Indeed, in Tsarist Russia, a utopia also emerged-that an era of paradise and universal prosperity would soon dawn. And that it would be something like communism, but not according to Karl Marx.
  Indeed, under the Tsar, the standard of living continued to rise. And an era of great happiness could have arrived.
  Kamala and Hilary winked at each other. Using their bare toes, they each fired a lethal projectile at Hitler's vehicles. They tore down several turrets with a single shot, having previously employed combat magic and spells to enhance their striking power. Then, with great force and fury, they sang:
  We are cool pirate girls,
  And we don"t know, so consider it a problem...
  They will throw a boomerang with their bare feet,
  So that sir doesn't get too proud!
  
  Here we are sailing in a storm on a brigantine,
  We cut through the nose, know the wave...
  In this there is certainly light of the elements,
  Putting the evil horde to flight!
  
  The girl is not afraid of a tornado,
  They are like a monolith in strength...
  There will be a fierce fight for piracy,
  And the enemy will truly be defeated!
  
  Girls are capable of learning everything,
  The girls' thoughts are a whirlwind...
  A woman doesn"t want a better fate,
  Break through the fog like an arrow!
  
  We don't know the word "weakness" for girls,
  Our power beats, believe me, with a key...
  We will receive, I know joy soon,
  If necessary, we'll hit you with a brick!
  
  Our strength is as violent as gunpowder,
  The girls have fire in their veins...
  Believe me, my fiancé is very dear to me,
  The girl will be in glory and honor!
  
  We raced boldly on the brigantine,
  Quickly dispersing the sails...
  Or they could have gone in a "Limousine",
  These are the miracles you know!
  
  The enemy will not hang chains on the girls,
  Because we are all brave...
  Our courage infuriates our enemies,
  There are no braver girls on earth!
  
  We will pierce the heads of our enemies with swords,
  Believe me, we will protect those who are weak...
  Let's fight for the strength between us,
  I believe we will definitely win!
  
  We are pirate girls,
  That there is no one more beautiful than us in the world...
  The waves splash in the blue sea,
  We look no more than twenty!
  
  We can do everything, we know how to do a lot,
  Our girls' team has no boundaries...
  Don't talk nonsense, priest,
  Christ himself is not for the sword for the peace!
  
  We are used to fighting fiercely,
  Things are going well for us...
  If you're a boy, you're no longer a crybaby,
  And you will show simply top class!
  
  God, believe me, doesn't like weak guys,
  His strength is in the fury of the sword...
  We are such girls and women, you know,
  No, believe me, there is no one stronger than us!
  
  We are not afraid of insidious enemies,
  Pirates have a strong life...
  Under the radiant rays of the sun,
  The crows flew away like wildfire!
  
  A girl shoots a musket,
  Hits the filibuster in the forehead...
  That's why the planet spins,
  What a God the Most High will be for us!
  
  Here the beauty will swing her saber dashingly,
  Someone's head rolled...
  The girl won't step on the rake,
  After all, she is an eagle, not an owl!
  
  Her power is in such boundless strength,
  Believe me, the Spaniards are retreating...
  Somewhere the women were loudly shouting,
  The beast is definitely attacking!
  
  Death bares its bloody grins,
  An uncontrollable roar is heard...
  The bastards attack from the underworld,
  Where are you, our two-headed eagle king?
  
  Girls know no mercy in battle,
  Their enemies cannot cut them down in battle...
  They are, of course, happy to win,
  Because it's as strong as a bear!
  
  Any girl will tear the wolf's mouth apart,
  They will pull out all the fangs without a doubt...
  Yes, sometimes they fight for too long,
  The women have sharpened their fists!
  
  And she went to write to them about the province,
  Believe me, women are the strongest...
  Whatever happened in my previous life,
  Don't rejoice here, you villainous orc!
  
  No, the kingdom of light will soon arise,
  And the evil dragon will be chopped down...
  And the hussars will also join the attack,
  And it's a complete disaster for the trolls!
  
  And the pirate is barefoot,
  The trace of the evil monster will be erased...
  He'll hit you on the top of your head with a poker,
  And it will really kill all the enemies!
  
  It's not clear what the beauties want,
  Showing his great enthusiasm...
  We don't need cigarettes and vodka,
  It would be better if the orcs suffered a real defeat!
  
  The strings will play like a lyre,
  The sun's bright ray will sparkle...
  The girl has lips like velvet,
  He will blow with them like a muse!
  
  With its undoubted beauty,
  The girl will conquer the peaks...
  Glory will give birth to the whole incorruptible world,
  Let the sun rise to its zenith soon!
  
  That's when the rays will color the mountains,
  They will be like the color of rubies...
  We'll stop just talking,
  For the sake of the highest powers in heaven!
  
  Let the bald dragon die in agony,
  Let the end come for the monster...
  And you need to smear this snot,
  Let everyone be a good fellow!
  
  We pirates will make the world cleaner,
  And let's end the long-standing feud...
  And we will gallop across the waves like lynxes,
  If necessary, we will deal with Satan!
  
  We will win, we know it for sure,
  Even if the enemy is like a legion...
  And victory will be in glorious May,
  Even though there are a million of us enemies!
  
  God will not help the cowardly,
  Our girls' courage is great...
  And a mighty collective at sea,
  We will raise the devil to his horns!
  
  And when we finish all the battles,
  And Jolly Rogers above the Earth...
  We will ask for a timid forgiveness,
  Who parted with life and family!
  
  There will then be a statue of evil,
  For girls to sparkle like sunshine...
  Shots are fired from a machine gun,
  Then I will blaze with fireworks!
  And at the same time, the American witch girls did not forget to use both magic and weapons.
  Russian girls also fought on the American field. For example, Nadezhda.
  She was lying down, attempting to control an experimental self-propelled gun. The idea was to build a tracked vehicle with just one crew member, lying down. This would create something small, stealthy, agile, and very fast, with a gun capable of penetrating Tiger tanks, Panther tanks, and even the Lev tank.
  But for now, the car was a tight fit. It wasn't for nothing that American designers worked with Russians. Even though the girl used her bare toes to steer, she wasn't quite getting the hang of it, and she growled:
  - Kukarjamba, abra, shvabra, kadabra!
  Indeed, Nazi Germany already had self-propelled guns with two crew members in a prone position-for example, the E-10, a very good and agile vehicle, very difficult to hit due to its low silhouette. The Nazis created, frankly, outstanding technology, and this, of course, poses problems. But Tsarist Russia outnumbers both vehicles and infantry. The Chinese alone far outnumber the entire Third Reich, including its colonies and satellites.
  And of course, Hitler dragged his country into a major adventure. And he attacked the all-too-powerful Russian bear, which possessed so many material, industrial, natural, and human resources.
  Nadezhda, however, somehow managed to turn the experimental vehicle around and fire her 100-millimeter cannon. It hit the side of a German Tiger III, penetrating its hull. This German vehicle is well protected even from the sides, but it's a bit heavy and clumsy.
  The girl fired a shaped-charge round. But although the armor was penetrated, the ammunition did not detonate, and the German tank continued firing.
  Nadezhda noted with a sigh:
  - You're a tough monster! But we'll deal with you!
  The girl recalled the argument on the eve of the war: whether Hitler would risk attacking or not. The political officer insisted that the Third Reich had too few soldiers and equipment to compete with mighty Tsarist Russia-an empire on which the sun never set.
  On the one hand, that's true. But the quality of the Wehrmacht, in terms of discipline, combat training, and technology, was quite high. And this has perhaps been underestimated.
  Nadezhda herself wanted war. She wanted to earn new medals and orders, and war is generally quite interesting. And you can get a link.
  Those were the days before gaming consoles and computers, and naturally, a young girl wants to have fun. You can have fun with a guy, but that gets boring, too. But war-it's a very interesting activity! And varied, with something new every day.
  For example, right now the Germans brought in some kind of assault self-propelled gun with a rocket-propelled grenade launcher. And the caliber of the grenade launcher is a whopping 600 millimeters. So if it hits, it's going to hit hard.
  Hope is hidden. Her self-propelled gun is an anti-tank variant. The Third Reich has a lot of tanks, and infantry doesn't attack without their support. And of course, they must be fought.
  And so the girl peers through the sight. A self-propelled gun with only one crew member is very difficult to spot. And she waits. The assault gun is raised up, and the German vehicle itself is large and well armored. But the barrel of a German assault gun is very thick, and it's best to hit it.
  And Nadezhda fired her automatic cannon. A shell flew out and hit the base of the gun. The assault vehicle began to explode, as if it were a box of pyrotechnics. And then it exploded. So hard that several Nazi tanks parked next to the vehicle were thrown up and overturned. Nadezhda, filled with admiration, exclaimed:
  - Glory to Russia and Tsar Mikhail!
  That's how she stung. It turned out that a single-man self-propelled gun wasn't bad at all.
  Nadezhda even felt a little emotional. She remembered how she and the handsome young man had lain in the hay, tickling each other with blades of grass.
  And then the young man asked her:
  - What will you do if they kill me?
  The girl replied to this:
  - Don't talk about bad things!
  But the handsome guy insisted:
  - What if it"s the other world?
  Nadezhda answered confidently:
  - Of course there is! We all have an immortal soul!
  The young man shrugged and asked:
  - What is the soul? And why is it immortal?
  The girl replied with a sigh:
  - It's hard to say! The soul is something that can't be easily expressed in words. It's like...
  The cute guy suggested:
  - Like a shadow?
  Nadezhda shook her head:
  - No! That would be too simplistic. Jesus said a spirit doesn't have flesh and bones. But it's not just a shadow. It's like the kind of flesh angels have. But people don't know what exactly it is!
  The young man noted:
  "In our dreams, we fly! Perhaps that's the soul! More precisely, the memories of that period of our existence when we were souls, flying between the stars!"
  The girl suggested:
  - Perhaps our souls leave the body in a dream and fly, and conquer space, visiting different worlds!
  And they took and sang in chorus together with the young man, or rather, the magnificent Hope fell:
  I was born in a space country,
  Where all the girls are very feisty...
  Satan will not overcome the Fatherland,
  To the glory of our mother Russia!
  
  We will be able to protect holy Rus',
  And no matter how cruel and insidious the enemy is...
  We will beat our enemies hard,
  And the Russian spirit with the sword will be glorified!
  
  Russia is my homeland,
  Holy and cosmically earthly...
  All nations are one family,
  And the girl is forever young!
  
  We will defend our Motherland in battles,
  Not a chance for the evil enemy...
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub.
  Let's give a gift to a Russian soldier!
  
  Everything is great and good in Russia,
  And our will will be stronger than steel...
  In the boy's hands is a strong oar,
  And Comrade Stalin himself rules us!
  
  People love my Motherland,
  We will make her forever more beautiful...
  The Fatherland will not be torn apart ruble by ruble,
  And God Svarog is a great messiah!
  
  Let my Motherland be glorified,
  We will destroy the enemy in battle...
  Lada, the Mother of God, is my relative,
  Let the enemies of Russia face retribution!
  
  If necessary, we can shed the blood of the enemy,
  Russia cannot be brought to its knees...
  The hunter will soon become the game,
  And with us will be the great leader Lenin!
  
  We will conquer the vastness of space,
  We will give happiness and joy to the whole universe....
  Moscow is higher even than Rome itself,
  With your unchanging power in battles!
  
  When the war comes to our bright land,
  We will show the Fuhrer our powerful character...
  The Russian will receive a generous fee,
  We are higher than the sun and more beautiful than the trees!
  
  Believe me, Rus' will not be in ruins,
  The Horde will not bring you to your knees...
  Fight for your Motherland and don"t be afraid,
  The Russian does not know weakness and laziness!
  
  Our dear country will be resurrected,
  Will show the whole universe its power...
  And Satan will be destroyed,
  The enemy of the Fatherland will fall into the grave at once!
  CHAPTER No 16.
  Oleg and Margarita continued to fight. But in his spare time, the boy quickly jotted down a story about an alternate history in his notebook.
  Alexander III was the victim of an assassination attempt organized by a group of students led by Ulyanov's brother, Alexander, back in 1887. Nicholas II ascended the throne seven years earlier than in real history. So what difference does it make? But having become monarch seven years earlier, Nicholas II never met the woman who would become his wife in real history. Instead, he married another woman, capable of bearing a healthy male heir. And this had an impact on the entire course of history. In particular, despite initial setbacks in the war with Japan, the Tsar was not constrained by an ailing heir to the throne. As a result, his decisions were more sound.
  Bloody Sunday never happened. General Kuropatkin was replaced by Brusilov. The battleship Slava was completed and sailed with the third pursuing squadron. Nicholas II, disguised as a personal yacht, also brought three more battleships out of the Black Sea, including the brand-new Potemkin. And Rozhdestvensky's squadron proved stronger, with four new and powerful large ships, than in real history.
  Brusilov defeated the Japanese on land and blockaded Port Arthur, where a Japanese garrison was still stationed.
  Rozhdestvensky's squadron arrived from the Baltic and Black Seas, a more powerful version. In addition to four brand-new battleships, it also included several smaller vessels. Tsarist Russia also purchased six armored cruisers from Peru. And so, the formidable Russian squadron engaged the Japanese at Tsushima. Only this time, the samurai flagship, Mikaso, was sunk in the first minutes of the battle, along with Admiral Togo. And at sea, the Japanese were utterly defeated.
  Japanese troops were cut off from their supply bases by land and soon capitulated.
  Japan was forced to conclude a shameful peace. Russia received Korea, Manchuria, the entire Kuril Islands, and Taiwan.
  Plus, Japan was required to pay a contribution of one billion gold rubles to cover Tsarist Russia's expenses for the war.
  Victory was won. The authority of Nicholas II, and that of the autocracy as a whole, was strengthened.
  Without the revolution, Tsarist Russia experienced a long economic boom with an average growth rate of ten percent per year.
  But then came the First World War. Unlike in real history, Tsarist Russia avoided the decline caused by revolution and upheaval, and was better prepared. Its army was also larger, as it included Chinese, Mongolian, and Korean soldiers from the Yellow Russia.
  In addition, due to a stronger economy, Prokhorov's "Luna"-2 tank was put into production, which developed a speed of forty kilometers per hour on the highway and twenty-five on the road.
  From the very beginning, the war went very well for Tsarist Russia. Königsberg and Przemysl were taken immediately, Russian troops reached the Oder, and even captured Budapest and Krakow.
  Only by withdrawing significant forces from the western front did Kaiser's Germany manage to slow down the Russian army.
  But in the spring of 1915, having gathered their strength, the Russians went on the offensive again. They were able to break through to Vienna, disabling Austria-Hungary. Italy also entered the war on the side of the Entente.
  Türkiye tried to wage war against Russia, but Bulgaria this time also sided with the Entente. After the defeat of Austria-Hungary, Russian troops took Istanbul. And soon the Ottoman Empire was also defeated.
  Russian troops launched an offensive against Germany from the south, and the Allied armies from the west. And the Kaiser signed the capitulation.
  World War I ended within a year and was victorious for the Entente. Russia gained German lands as far as the Oder. The Austrian Empire disintegrated. Galicia and Bukovina became Russian provinces. Czechoslovakia became part of Russia as the Czech Kingdom, and Hungary became part of Hungary, both under Tsar Nicholas II. Romania managed to seize Transylvania. Yugoslavia also emerged, and Italy annexed some lands in the south.
  Austria was left small and plucked. Germany was severely reduced, forced to return lands seized earlier under Bismarck to France, as well as Denmark. And Germany was burdened with reparations.
  The Ottoman Empire disappeared from the world map. Istanbul, the Straits, and Asia Minor were taken over by Russia. Iraq was conquered by Russia and Britain, somewhere along the Baghdad line - each seizing what they could. Russia also annexed Palestine and most of Syria. Southern Syria was ceded to the French, and the Turkish possessions in Saudi Arabia were seized by the British.
  A period of peace had arrived, although minor wars were still being waged. Saudi Arabia was completely subjugated by Russia, Britain, and France. Tsarist Russia gained access to the Indian Ocean and began building a railway there.
  There was also a war in Afghanistan. The British lost, and Tsarist Russia invaded from the north and turned Afghanistan into its province.
  Why did Tsarist Russia attack Iran? And capture it almost without a fight. Only part of Iran in the southeast was annexed by Britain.
  Then, until 1929-the beginning of the Great Depression-all was calm and peace, and God's grace. Tsarist Russia's economy rose to second place in the world, behind only the United States. And in military might, it was undoubtedly the most powerful.
  But the Great Depression created problems. There were also unrest in Tsarist Russia, where an absolute monarchy ruled.
  Nicholas II continued his expansion into China. As a result, war with Japan broke out in 1931. This time, however, the samurai were quickly defeated, both at sea by Admiral Kolchak and on land by Kornilov and Denikin. And the position of the absolute monarchy was once again strengthened. A landing was made in Japan, and Russian troops captured it. A referendum and annexation by the Tsarist Empire followed. Thus, Russia became even stronger and more formidable.
  Soon all of China became Russian and was divided into provinces.
  Hitler came to power in Germany. But unlike in real history, he chose a pro-Russian orientation. Mussolini in Italy waged one war, capturing the last independent country in Africa, Ethiopia. And in 1938, Germany and Austria united into a single state.
  Hitler, Mussolini, and Nicholas II on one side, and Britain, France, Belgium, Holland, and especially the United States on the other, began preparing for World War II. It was supposed to lead to a redivision of the world.
  And so, on May 15, 1940, Nazi Germany launched an invasion of France, as well as Belgium and Holland. And on May 18, the Tsarist Empire of Nicholas II attacked the colonies of Britain, France, Belgium, and Holland.
  So Hitler was left to do the most menial and thankless work, while Nicholas II skimmed the cream. And everyone had been preparing for this for a long time.
  The Western coalition has a slight advantage over the Wehrmacht in personnel, tanks, artillery, and defensive lines. And some troops are still stationed against Italy, where Mussolini also has his sights on territory in Europe.
  It seemed the war could go on for a long time, but Meinstein came up with a cunning and very effective plan to capture France, Belgium and Holland.
  It plans a double strike with a sickle. And for the first time in modern warfare, a mass landing of troops by plane and parachute. Moreover, most of the paratroopers are cardboard dolls, to create the illusion of a massive force. The main force of Hitler's tanks will pass through Luxembourg and then along a mountain gorge.
  There's a real risk of being bombed by aircraft. But Tsarist Russia sent fighters, and if necessary, they'll cover the skies over the Andes. So the prospects for a German offensive are good, and major successes are achieved in the very first days! In particular, Luxembourg was captured practically without a fight, with only a few wounded. Then came the advance of tanks and armored personnel carriers along the mountain corridor.
  The French have an advantage in tanks in terms of numbers, armor thickness, and gun caliber. And the British Maltis-2 is completely impenetrable to German tanks. Only the Tsarist Empire of Nicholas II had a better tank.
  But the Nazis won with better and more efficient use of tank forces, and in particular, Guderian's tactics, which were, in their own way, cutting-edge.
  And the vaunted German discipline. That also had an effect.
  But the tsarist army, of course, did not passively watch this.
  The offensive began precisely on May 18, the birthday of Tsar Nicholas II, who had just turned seventy-two. In Russia's thousand-year history, only one Grand Prince, Yaroslav the Wise, had lived to that age. And even then, his age may have been deliberately inflated by chroniclers, perhaps by ten years, to make him appear older than Svyatopolk. So, Nicholas II may well be the oldest ruler in Russia's history.
  And since he's ruled this world since 1882, he's already broken Ivan the Terrible's record for longest reign. And who knows, maybe he'll break Louis XIV's record as well. Of all the rulers of more or less significant states, he's the longest-reigning one. There were a couple of princes who nominally ruled longer, but their domains were too small to qualify as states.
  In any case, Tsar Nicholas II had the phenomenal luck of Vladimir Putin. And he's launching another invasion.
  This time, it's south. The Russian Tsar's troops are marching on India. And their commander is Oleg Rybachenko, the eternal boy.
  Just imagine, in his previous life, he was quite an adult. But then he wanted eternal life. So he agreed to become like the hero of the TV series "Highlander"-immortal and invulnerable, and even his head couldn't be cut off. But in the body of a twelve-year-old boy.
  And, of course, to serve Russia. Well, that's perfectly acceptable. Immortality is a wonderful thing, after all. Especially if it's full of adventure. Even though the boy looks like he's only twelve, he's incredibly strong and fast. And he can handle anything.
  Oleg, of course, holds the rank of Adjutant General and General-in-Chief. He has a huge number of medals and titles, too. So the possibility of gaining new glory and land is a huge temptation. Or perhaps even achieving a higher title-a Duke, for example? Indeed, such a title would be quite impressive. Even the legendary Bismarck didn't have time to become a Duke. Although he would have needed another victorious war to achieve that. But this glorious German managed to stop there altogether.
  But Nicholas II has no intention of stopping. He believes the entire world will soon be his. And indeed, Russian troops enter southern Iran, and further on to the Indus River and Pakistan, encountering virtually no resistance. They take city after city. And Russian tanks stop only to refuel.
  And in the West, the Tsar's troops approached and fought their way across the Suez Canal. Here, at least, the British troops put up some resistance.
  And fierce fighting is underway. Russian troops are also seizing British possessions in the Middle East. And they are doing so rapidly.
  The main obstacle is not the colonial troops, who scatter and surrender, but the great distance and the natural landscape.
  Oleg isn't alone in the attack; he's joined by a girl who looks about twelve, Margarita, and four other beautiful girls. The entire team is barefoot, and the boy is wearing only shorts. And you can see the bare heels of children's feet.
  The locals fell to their knees before them. The resistance of the British and sepoys was patchy. Only one white section of the British attempted to make a show of force. Then a boy, a girl, and four young women attacked them.
  And Oleg Rybachenko began to hack at the English with all his might. The eternal child had his way. And the heads of the lion's empire's warriors rolled.
  Following him, the girl Margarita did the same. And again, heads roll. This is truly a figurative massacre. And so many people are truly dying. Blood gushes, and the child terminators splash through the scarlet puddles with their bare, tanned, chiseled feet, raising a cloud of splashes. And all of this is literally a fountain of blood. And it can't help but make an impression. And the four girls are also fighting. And with their bare, girlish feet, they splash through the puddles and raise a cloud of bloody splashes.
  And so this bloodbath ensues. Heads are literally being chopped off, bouncing around like soccer balls. How positive it all looks.
  Oleg Rybachenko, this eternal boy, sang:
  I am Lada's son, a warrior eternally young,
  I shine with undeniable beauty...
  The world will undoubtedly give me a wonderful gift,
  And I'll throw a grenade with my bare foot!
  After which the boy took the crushing mill and tested it, so much so that even heads rolled. And the girls went ahead and turned up the heat. The surviving Englishmen, terrified, threw down their weapons. After which the beautiful girls forced the proud warriors of Foggy Albion to fall prostrate and kiss their bare feet. And the Englishmen did this with great enthusiasm.
  That's how the battle went. Things went much easier after that. The local Indian units almost completely surrendered, and some even fought alongside the Russian units against the British.
  The army under Oleg Rybachenko's command effectively marched. And the conquest of India was forced.
  In other areas, or rather theaters of war, only in the Egyptian region did heavy fighting unfold. But even there, the Tsarist army had a significant advantage in strength. The heavy Peter the Great tank was impenetrable to almost all British guns, except perhaps the thirty-two-footers, of which Britain had few. But, of course, the Suvorov-3, the main tank, was used more frequently. It was very mobile and not particularly large.
  Only the Matilda-2, of which the British have very few, can pose any problems for the Russian tank, primarily due to its decent armor. However, its 47mm gun is frankly weak.
  The British entered the war. The Churchill tank had only just begun development. And it was still a long way from entering production. The Cromwell tanks were starting to roll off the assembly line, but they only had decent frontal armor, and the 75mm gun was weak.
  Overall, both the British and French are inferior to the Russian, Tsarist army in both quantity and quality. And the colonial troops are still weak and lacking in morale. So, they failed, even crossing the Suez Canal in Egypt. The only serious strength the British have is their navy. But the Tsarist Empire has a huge number of submarines. And some submarines run on hydrogen peroxide, meaning they're unrivaled. So try competing with them. They'll wipe everyone out. And they're streamlined.
  That's the kind of fleet we have here. Incidentally, Tsarist Russia had quite a few battleships. The empire's potential was enormous. Just try to compete with it. Take, for example, the battleship Alexander III, which just left port in New York. And it's moving, cutting through the waves. And it's so huge that even five-ton bombs can't take it down.
  This will really be cool.
  And its guns have a range of one hundred and fifty kilometers. This is "Alexander III."
  The battleship's crew consists of beautiful girls. They are almost naked, wearing bikinis and barefoot. And so the beauties run around, flashing their bare, round heels. And their legs are tanned and muscular.
  And the girls smell of expensive perfume. Now that's delicious. And their breasts are full and plump. And their scarlet nipples are covered with a narrow strip of fabric.
  These are girls, so muscular that even the skin under which the balls of muscle play shines.
  And how can men not fall on their knees in front of such people?
  And when Alexander III opened fire, the English cruiser sank with the first salvo.
  And the girls just howled with delight. It really was so fun and wonderful.
  So there's no way to stand up to those. Then another cruiser and a frigate were sunk by the warriors. And also quickly... And then a British battleship came out to meet them, and the duel began.
  Well, the warriors in striped bikinis really went for it. And they started crushing the enemy, drowning them, breaking pipes, towers, and masts. That's how powerful they were. How they pounded the enemy, giving them no respite.
  That's what a warrior girl is! And they sank the battleship with incredible force. And seriously damaged the battleship. Such are the battle formations, so to speak. And the bare, round, pink heels of the warriors flash. And they run from one cannon to another. They aim them with laughter and fire a shell from the sixteen-inch guns. They hit and explode with a roar. They smash through both the turrets and the sides of the ships. That's how awesome it is. Like a real sledgehammer, smashing through armor and sailors.
  That's how the battleship Alexander III performed-such incredible power. But it didn't stop there. Seaplanes also contributed to the naval victory.
  Meanwhile, the Nazis were advancing on France. They managed to execute a brilliant maneuver-a double strike with a sickle-and completely cut down the enemy.
  The landing of troops, including thousands of fake dolls parachuted in, had an overwhelming effect. The Nazis took Brussels almost without a fight. Holland was also captured immediately. Moreover, the Nazis captured the royal family by trickery: disguised as Dutch guards. A truly remarkable operation.
  And then came the advance to Port de Calais, and the encirclement of the British at Duyker. Moreover, unlike in real history, they were unable to evacuate. Some were killed, others were captured.
  Russian troops also struggled in Indochina. French troops, especially the colonial ones, offered very weak resistance. The Tsarist army marched, literally sweeping through Vietnam. Children's units and troops of girls preferred to march barefoot. And this was quite practical.
  The boy in shorts had hardened soles, and they were even more comfortable.
  And the enemy keeps giving in. And of course, light tanks are in action. Specifically, these weigh only fifteen tons, but have a five-hundred-horsepower diesel engine. They're so agile and nimble, like wild animals. There's truly no standing against them. These light tanks are called "Bagration-2." However, the "Suvorov-3" tank also weighs thirty tons and is also very agile.
  That's politics. It's like Genghis Khan's cavalry. It just keeps on pushing.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova on a white horse, figuratively speaking, of course. In reality, these eternal children race barefoot. And they perform simply unimaginable feats. Although there's no one to perform them with. Light Russian tanks reached Bombay and Calcutta in just a few days. Such a magnificent feat.
  Oleg, jumping up and down with his bare feet, chirped:
  - We will trample Bombay!
  The girl Margarita confirmed:
  - Yes, we will trample!
  After which the children started whistling through their nostrils. Even the crows started pouring out.
  And the young warriors reached Bombay and were trampled by their bare, little feet. And India up and fell under Russia. And it was a remarkable victory.
  Russian troops also advanced in other directions. In particular, they advanced toward Singapore. This fortress-city seemed impregnable. But in reality, it was taken almost without a fight. A detachment of British troops only exchanged a few shots. But they, too, surrendered.
  A couple of drummer boys from the English detachment were stripped of their shoes, laid on their backs, and beaten with sticks on their bare heels. Beautiful girls were doing the beatings. The boys squealed in pain and humiliation. You could see the bare soles of the teenagers turn red. It really did look funny. And the beatings were very skillful and sharp.
  Now that actually looked a little creepy...
  India was conquered in literally two weeks. Oleg and Margarita slapped their bare feet, and the locals kissed their bare footprints. Apparently, they considered them gods.
  Oleg chirped:
  I am a boy as modern as a computer,
  And personally, he's a cool superman...
  You will get a lot of essence from the battle,
  The time has come for a change in life!
  Margarita took it and noted:
  - It was a British colony, and naturally they are happy to join Russia!
  The boy general remarked:
  - We do have an absolute monarchy! But Britain has always had a parliament!
  The warrior girl noted:
  "But Indians aren't allowed into the English Parliament. It's really not a territory, but a colony. But in Russia, all nations are formally equal!"
  Oleg, a boy of about twelve, threw a pebble with his bare toes at the pesky insect and knocked it down. Then he remarked:
  - Not quite all! The residency requirement for Jews hasn't been abolished yet!
  And the children took and sang:
  Let my holy land be glorified,
  People don't live very well...
  Spread from edge to edge,
  Brought hope and goodness to everyone!
  This is how the Russian troops operated. Meanwhile, the Germans, through Anders and Luxembourg, outflanked the Entente coalition forces from the south, cutting them off from the main forces in Belgium, and the famous Mangino defensive line from the north. Danger lurked for the Nazis as they advanced through the mountains from the air. This was a truly serious threat, especially since the coalition had a strong air force. But Russian fighters provided cover for the Germans, preventing them from bombing the positions through which the armored columns were advancing. And then on to Duyker and the breakthrough to the ports. Unlike in real history, Britain no longer had a chance of evacuation, since in addition to the Luftwaffe, there were also Russian fighters, bombers, and attack aircraft. And they, let's say, were the best in the world in quality, and first in quantity.
  And this, of course, is just the beginning. Tsarist Russia had been preparing for war for a long time, and quite effectively. And, of course, Nicholas II's dream was to rule the entire world. And Hitler was just a chance companion! Or a situational ally!
  And his troops have their heroines, too. A T-4 tank in action, but it's the heaviest. And then there's the experimental, non-production T-5, with three turrets, two cannons, and four machine guns. In other words, it's currently the most modern and powerful of all German tanks.
  And it's controlled by German girls, very beautiful ones, wearing nothing but bikinis. And when the Valkyries take up swords, it's clear things are going to be incredibly cool.
  Gerda fired a seventy-five-millimeter cannon with her bare toes. The high-explosive fragmentation shell flew with deadly force and exploded among the soldiers of the British corps.
  The warrior sang, stamping her bare heel on her armor:
  Ah, marmedal, la, trulyalya,
  Nobody even noticed that the king was gone!
  And they went and fired from both barrels at once. How the British soldiers and officers scattered in all directions.
  Charlotte giggled and sang:
  - The Fuhrer and Nicholas II are with us!
  Christina shook her hips and replied:
  - For the greatness of the empire!
  Magda added energetically:
  - We are taking revenge for the First World War!
  German troops reached the coast and even took Port-de-Calais on the move, practically without a fight.
  The British, thanks to the innumerable Russian, Tsarist air force, had no chance of evacuation or resistance.
  Hitler, as usual, was jubilant and jumping up and down like a monkey. Now that was really cool.
  Nicholas the Great, as he was called, extended his hand over the world.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova reached the south of India, or rather, they ran there, their bare, round heels sparkling.
  The boy-terminator noted:
  - We're going to hit the enemy... Or rather, we've already hit them...
  Margarita noted:
  - We didn't have to fight - we were beaten with a broom!
  The child geniuses began throwing razor blades at the scarecrows with their bare toes. And they were extremely active. And let's just say these kids were monsters.
  CHAPTER No 17.
  Oleg Rybachenko, this eternal boy, began building a new road in Africa, with the goal of further advancement south, and continued to write:
  Children with the souls of Nazi criminals: boys and girls were now digging trenches. Their bare, childish feet pressed against the shovel handles. The young warriors were now in another world. The weather was cooler, and the children were forced to move to stay warm.
  Hitler, now a boy of about twelve, blond and handsome, wore only shorts. And the wind blew hungrily, lashing at his bones.
  Beneath the bare feet of the child warriors, yellow and red fallen leaves: autumn has clearly arrived.
  Naturally, the mood had dropped after the sweets and the warmth of paradise. But the boys and girls now had weapons: small machine guns, boxes of grenades, and a battery of five long-barreled guns, which consoled them somewhat.
  The boy-Fuhrer asked Goering, who had also become a barefoot child:
  - Do you think this is what hell looks like?
  The boy Herman stamped his bare, childish foot and answered:
  - I don't know, Führer. Perhaps this is what purgatory looks like!
  Hitler-kid laughed and sang:
  - Heaven and hell will be cursed,
  What tore off the veil...
  And the sacred sword of war,
  Cut down the enemies!
  The boys and girls burst into laughter. Having acquired children's bodies, the adults lost their seriousness and became lively and restless. Their mouths were constantly grinning, their teeth flashing. As usual, children are in high spirits, with or without reason.
  Although they have to dig trenches. Two angels hang above, holding swords that sparkle like stars, and they give commands. And the weather is cold, autumnal. The boy wears only blinders, barefoot, and bare-chested, and the wind is not very comfortable for them. The girls are also barefoot, wearing only light, short tunics, like slaves in ancient times.
  Yes, now this place really is something like purgatory.
  And to make things a little more fun, Adolf the boy, stamping his bare, childish feet, began to sing;
  I think about my girlfriend,
  To which a piece of the poem was dedicated.
  Let's swim across the Yenisei in winter -
  No choice, therefore no dilemma!
    
  With her, even in the cold, my soul feels light,
  The heat brings a breath of spring coolness.
  Hands hold a strong oar,
  Float along the river until the snowstorm.
    
  When the autumn rain falls drop by drop,
  Trees in gold in crimson luxury.
  Your kiss makes me shiver -
  And the girl's hair is white and curly.
    
    
  A friend runs barefoot through the leaves,
  She is beautiful - like a summer princess.
  A splash through the puddles - splashes like a spring,
  Let our passion of love be sung!
    
  Grief and sorrow will not touch us,
  Let's get the star of our dreams from the sky!
  I will stand there like a king on the throne -
  And the boundless deeds of light...
    
  A girl in the field picks a daisy for me,
  In response, I pick a dandelion for her.
  Even though I'm drunk with excitement like wine -
  Don't imitate the parrot in love!
    
  Let's play this romance with a guitar,
  So that people know what joy is!
  Let the born one convey happiness -
  And the evil witch old age will not come!
    
  The girl and I hugged and went,
  There is no need to be persistent and angry.
  Sometimes war cannot be avoided, understand,
  All years can't be blue!
  The other children also sang and waved their shovels in unison.
  The angel from heaven roared fiercely:
  "Be careful with your dreams about the future! In this world, you are our slaves; you must obey us!"
  Adolf the boy nodded:
  - Everyone must obey someone! There is no society where there are no bosses, and no one gives orders to anyone else!
  The angel readily confirmed this:
  - That can't be! Someone always obeys someone. Your friend and colleague Stalin is a prisoner just like you!
  Hitler the boy muttered:
  - Stalin? This is getting really interesting!
  Indeed, there were children on the other side, too. This time, they were led by the Red dictator and leader, Joseph Vissarionovich. And the boys, too, were barefoot and wearing shorts, and the girls were wearing tunics. Only while the Nazis' shorts and tunics were light brown, the Communists' were red.
  Stalin also worked with a shovel, just like everyone else. Of course, on the one hand, it's quite pleasant to inhabit the body of a healthy twelve-year-old boy after being a sick old man. You have so much energy, vigor, and strength.
  And it's so much fun in a child's body. It seems like your personality, your memory, and your thoughts are like those of an adult, or even an old person.
  And a child's body amuses you, makes you jump and laugh, as if you were a frivolous boy.
  But on the other hand, why should the ruler of almost half the world be wearing only short shorts and slapping barefoot across a carpet of autumn leaves?
  And there"s an angel standing above you with swords that he"s twirling threateningly!?
  This isn't very good either.
  And in order to keep warm, you are forced to work energetically with a shovel.
  To at least cheer himself up a little, and raise his spirits, and not feel like a slave boy, Stalin took it upon himself to sing;
  What happened to the tender bride,
  I am in suffering with a black soul!
  Remembering her lovely face,
  What I keep when I go into battle!
    
  I remember how we walked along the leisurely path,
  Through peaceful villages, wastelands!
  You are wearing smart clothes,
  The step and the path to the monasteries are easy!
    
  And in the field the golden grass is ripening,
  The breeze cleared away all the fog!
  Orthodoxy will be in eternal glory,
  Light of hope in the prayers of Christians!
    
  Bare feet on the roads,
  The girl and I repent of our sins!
  Bow down and believe in the Holy God,
  He will weigh your life on the scales!
    
  And when the voice from the throne thunders,
  You are not worthy to enter My paradise!
  Because the holiness of the sky,
  Not available, don't even dream about it!
    
  To you sinful in low, dirty troubles,
  It should last for centuries and years!
  Only courage in victories is valued,
  Like a united Russian army!
    
  Our soldier does not go to taverns,
  Drinking vodka is disgusting to him - evil!
  He is the strongest warrior - the thunderstorm of the world!
  Whoever comes into Rus', we will crush into shit!
    
  My girl's step along the path,
  A torn bag on his shoulders!
  She takes care of her boots,
  I gave everything to God's storehouse!
    
  And he already smells the smell of black smoke,
  A horde swept through the villages!
  The whole country was torn apart,
  In the ashes and ruins of the city!
    
  That's when the little girl got indignant,
  No, it"s not a good idea to hide in the basement!
  And she asked to go to the front with all her passion,
  Because Jesus called!
    
  They gave her a plane to fight the fascists,
  May it fly, glorifying Christ!
  So that it is hot in the clear sky,
  May the heavens be closed to the Fritzes!
    
  Yes, she fought with all her might,
  And she prayed evilly before the icon!
  I didn't want to be trapped in the grave,
  She exterminated countless bastards!
    
  But in the last battle things turned out badly,
  For some reason the gas tank burst!
  I beg you to have mercy, I cry to God,
  It's a shame if the girls burn!
    
  Jesus answered me sternly,
  I suffered and tormented myself for you!
  And now believe me, there is no coffin,
  The Almighty resurrected all the fallen!
    
  And now your bride is in heaven,
  It's good for her, He wiped away her tears himself!
  Believe me, there will be a place for you too,
  You will make your long-time dream come true!
    
  Just know - service to Russia,
  This is the way to please God!
  That the whole planet would be happier,
  We must serve our Motherland with all our strength!
    
  The main sin is to turn away from the Fatherland,
  Don't go to war - hide in the bushes!
  Prefer the role of a pathetic clown,
  Without knowing the Lord's beauty!
    
  So go and take revenge on the fascists,
  Jesus commanded so sternly!
  The smoke will disappear into the fragrant air,
  There will be time for peaceful affairs too!
    
  Snow pearls from the sea - shine brightly,
  The blizzard will whirl the lambs' curls...
  Our Fatherland is a granite faith,
  If the truth doesn't scare the Fritzes!
    
  The clang of metal, the creaking of rollers -
  Tanks are crawling through Russia's borders!
  Let's build a ridge of sharp bayonets,
  We went on the attack with a cry of "hurray!"
    
  A tie on the neck the color of dawn,
  An idea inspired us to fight.
  There is only one choice - win or die,
  There above the redoubt the scarlet flag flutters!
    
  Pale lips, a blizzard is blowing,
  The captive girl's hands were tied...
  Oh, how merciless fate is,
  In the bitter frost, barefoot to the scaffold!
    
  But I didn't want to end up in a noose,
  The force gathered and grabbed hold of the German.
  There is no one stronger than us on Earth,
  We don't need your vile mercy!
    
  And so she died, gnawing her throat,
  Russian girl Tanya Krasnova.
  But the path will lead us to Berlin,
  Let's build a new world without violence!
    
  How many of my brothers have died,
  All volunteers, just boys.
  For the poor, barefoot pioneers -
  Bark for breakfast, cones for dinner!
    
  We are near Berlin, triumph is coming soon,
  The Komsomol badge lights up the chest!
  Even though the boots are tight from being unaccustomed,
  But the color of happiness of May inspires!
    
  The Fuhrer is in hell, the hurricane has died down -
  Joy has come, children's laughter is heard!
  The den is sleeping in the ashes of the underworld,
  And over the Fatherland - the Red Sun!
  And the communist children joined in the singing. Boys and girls began tapping their bare, chiseled, albeit childish, feet.
  The angel, who was watching them from the other side and forcing them to dig trenches, answered angrily:
  "The Führer is in the same hell as you! And anyway, for your masters, sins don't matter. The most recent serial killer could be our king, or even the emperor of a space empire. And the very first apostle could become a slave, or we could even stuff his soul into the flesh of a cockroach. If that's what we want. Or into something far more pretentious. So, you stupid, cork-like children, know your place!"
  Boy Stalin asked:
  - What are you doing?
  The angel roared:
  - For you, the Almighty Gods are to be obeyed! Otherwise...
  And he made a figure eight in the air with his sword. The boy-Stalin suddenly found himself hanging on the rack. His bare, childish feet were trapped in a steel-forged block. And it was pulling the boy's body downward. And beneath his bare, childish feet, a hot flame blazed, and tongues of fire began to lick the child's round, bare heels.
  Stalin the boy screamed from the pain he was enduring:
  - Oh, don't! Oh, I'll tell you everything! Don't burn my little heels!
  The angel swung his sword again. And Stalin found himself back on the grass, carpeted with fallen autumn leaves. And once again, the boy leader had to toil with a shovel. As if his glorious past and his reign over a significant portion of the world had never existed. God works in mysterious ways.
  In his youth, Stalin studied to become a priest. He had different visions of heaven and hell. But he never imagined that life after death could be so absurd. First, Stalin and his entourage became barefoot children, and briefly visited a world where cakes and chocolates grew on trees. And then, in autumn, they found themselves in a world with the sparse trees of Russia's temperate zone. And like soldiers in the Great Patriotic War, they dig trenches, and cannons stand nearby.
  There are about two hundred children here - equal numbers of boys and girls. And all of them are barefoot, beautiful, fair-haired, and tanned. Like cherubs from heaven.
  Was Stalin really blond as a child? Although, of course, you're prettier with light hair-such a sweet child.
  In heaven, the church teaches, bodies will be perfect, without the slightest physical flaw, and, of course, beautiful. But the Orthodox Church says bodies will look about thirty-five years old, not twelve. As for hell, there's no consensus at all. They say, "You'll find out when you get there."
  So Stalin lived long enough, made a mess of things, and made the USSR a superpower, and now he's a boy in shorts, not even a teenager yet. And of course, that's annoying.
  On the other hand, there's so much energy in my body, and I want to laugh constantly. Although digging with a shovel gets boring. It would be better to play, say, football.
  To make things a little more fun and to take his mind off the shovel, the boy Stalin began to sing;
  From the far reaches of the ocean,
  Where the vault of heaven trembled!
  The hordes of the Sultan sweep by,
  It's as if the Antichrist has risen!
    
  War is merciless, evil,
  Like a hawk she descended upon Rus'!
  My land is grey in wounds,
  Save my mother, I pray to God!
    
  How cruel the world is, that's the horror,
  The child fell and was torn to pieces!
  They gave birth, pushing with pain,
  So decided the evil Thunderer!
    
  God knows no bounds in his anger,
  He brought down misfortunes upon the human race!
  And every living person suffers,
  Only grief counts victories!
    
  Russia is all covered in blood,
  How cruel you are, Almighty!
  Where did your mission go?
  Is Christ really the third one, the odd one out!
    
  Why are you Ada and Eve,
  He expelled them from paradise for their transgression!
  The hour of the cannibal has come,
  With a raid tougher than Mamai!
    
  The girls' tears were shed here,
  The Germans killed my parents!
  She is barefoot, and it is freezing,
  Severe, all the rivers have frozen!
    
  Nobody feels sorry for us people,
  Sometimes midges, sometimes snakes bite us!
  Sometimes an idea comes to mind,
  That the cup of suffering is full to the brim!
    
  It is futile to hope in God,
  Of course it doesn't hurt him!
  It's better to live poorly and in poverty,
  But here we said - enough!
    
  Our banners are those of communism,
  And that means no reference to the uncle!
  I can't stand the fascism,
  Our ethic is simple: enough is enough!
    
  Hope for calloused hands,
  To the mind that is in the head!
  Will leads us to achievements,
  Skill, enthusiasm in the fist!
    
  And so, measuring out the steps,
  Find your way to freedom and happiness!
  We will become red gods,
  No one can bend us!
  The angel laughed thunderously. The children with their shovels crouched down in fear. It looked very menacing.
  Then the angel nodded his head, shook his sword and roared:
  - Sing some more! And I give you permission to put down your shovels and dance.
  And the children again began to sing with great enthusiasm, dancing with their bare, childish feet;
  Giving and saluting honor,
  I'm a boy without knowing it...
  He showed that there is truth in Russia -
  This is my holy homeland!
    
  A brutal war began,
  The thunder of evil cannons rumbles.
  This is the enemy of the living, Satan,
  We are fascism with bayonets, throwing a grenade.
    
  We were refused to volunteer,
  They ran away at night without leave...
  After all, Stalin gave such an order -
  Pioneer fight - bayonet with rifle.
    
  Unfortunately, we have to retreat,
  My friend's shoes fell apart...
  Barefoot boys, sons,
  The birch bark made our stomachs swell.
    
  But prayer supported us,
  Jesus appeared in children's dreams at night.
  God will give back to Nazism a hundredfold,
  Confirming the faces from the icons in the churches!
    
  The snow burns our heels like coal,
  But the guys and girls are persistent!
  We open the winning account -
  Well, you fascists will get twos!
    
  That the Lord is for us is clear to everyone,
  Even the Fritzes freeze in fur coats...
  Well, at least we are completely barefoot,
  Our fingers don't even turn blue!
    
  The enemy was thrown back sharply from Moscow,
  We kicked him hard by the neck.
  The bugle is playing and we have a flag,
  The fight is for the Red idea!
    
  He who is truly stronger than his enemy,
  Even the Tigers can't save the Fritzes.
  The nightingale began to play and sing its song,
  Believe, victory will come in bright May!
  CHAPTER No 18.
  The child warriors on both sides weren't fighting yet. They were simply working with shovels. There was just enough distance between them that they couldn't see each other. The feces-demiurges hadn't yet decided what to do. Should they pit the children against each other, or do something else.
  Meanwhile, the autumn rain began to pour. The streams were cold, and the children became even more chilled. The boys were bare-chested, and the girls, in their tunics, were even worse off when they got wet.
  This was not the best weather for the deceased. The children were shaking from the cold and damp.
  Stalin the boy, in order to at least distract himself a little from the suffering and the nasty rain, began to sing;
  The enemy's blood is rubies of the color of gloss,
  Military feat is our destiny!
  Russians have always known how to fight,
  The falcon flew quickly into the sky!
    
  We beat up the fascists near Moscow,
  Stalingrad became like a sharp sword to them!
  There is no stronger Soviet military steel,
  We will not let the House of the Fatherland be set on fire!
    
  Rus' is a word like diamonds,
  The wisdom of all times is hidden in it!
  Here is a boy running into battle, all dirty,
  We fighters will kill all the bastards!
    
  Who serves Russia faithfully and honestly,
  He is marked by God as a hero!
  The maiden runs barefoot through puddles,
  With an icy crust underfoot!
    
  It will be good for us - that's true,
  If we defeat the enemy!
  Those who attacked Rus' will suffer,
  I sang the tune to Victoria!
    
  Englishman or American,
  Know that you will not take the Earth from us!
  So don't lace up your backpack with loot,
  You better run away quickly!
    
  Russia has so many rich mineral resources,
  And the fields are completely pure black soil!
  Let's make the planet happier at once,
  Let's bring peace and order to the poor!
    
  And then the vastness of the universe,
  Let Russian starships conquer!
  Vacuum, comet colored patterns,
  All is yours, holy army!
  The song, performed by the ringing voice of the boy leader, barefoot, half-naked, and wearing shorts like the other boys who had once held very high positions in life, was somewhat invigorating.
  There was nowhere to hide from the rain. No shelter, no dugout, not even a dugout.
  And the rain is really nasty and stinging. And it stings the boys' and girls' bodies.
  They also stomp through puddles with their bare, reddened, goose-footed children's feet. And they raise a cloud of spray. And it flies into the air and spreads. And it truly is some kind of cold hell, even though there is no flame.
  Then Molotov's wife began to sing, having become a barefoot girl in a wet, short tunic.
  And she sang very beautifully;
  The flow of the wave is the crystal of the coast,
  The breeze is fresh, gentle, and lively!
  And the snow falls so white,
  Above the gray mother Earth!
    
  The rays of the sun gilded the snowdrifts,
  And the flakes fell like fluff!
  Throw off the weights from your soul quickly,
  So that the enthusiasm doesn"t suddenly fade away!
    
  I'm a barefoot girl,
  Now an evil avenger-partisan!
  A torn skirt covered in patches,
  The fascists have attacked the Motherland!
    
  Now satiety has rushed into the abyss,
  A stale rusk for lunch!
  I believe the fascists will be beaten,
  And the girls' feat is praised!
    
  She planted explosives in the rails,
  Even though the night was cold!
  The rain poured down mercilessly,
  The trouble seemed to reach the bottom!
    
  But the train with the Germans blew up,
  Fascist tanks won't get through!
  Even though there is no ideal in the world,
  I keep the motive of love in my hearts!
    
  The road is very long, my legs are knocked down,
  But I collected everything about the Germans!
  Hitler will get it, I believe in his face,
  For your lawlessness!
    
  Heroism knows no age,
  There is no limit - death knows no bounds!
  We will go out into the boundless space,
  To wipe away tears of sorrow at once!
    
  Let us achieve new greatness,
  Red flag over the whole planet!
  And you make your contribution: spiritual, personal,
  Bring it in both prose and poetry!
    
  And not for the sake of empty talk,
  After all, the word is a hammer, a sharp sickle!
  Without vile worship of relics,
  And with the creation of the Russian coat of arms!
    
  We conquered half of Europe,
  Of course, a new world is needed!
  Streams of cavalry, infantry,
  Let's conquer the vastness of the Universe!
    
  It's time for you to serve Russia,
  My dear descendants!
  So that the holiday will be under the blue sky,
  So that the doves shoot up like arrows!
  The boy Stalin remarked angrily:
  - Not Russia, but the USSR! But the song is good!
  For a while, the children worked in silence. But the rain didn't subside, and even became colder and more stinging. And although the children's bodies were healthy, muscular, and trained, they, too, began to feel increasing fatigue.
  The boy, who in life was the People's Commissar of Internal Affairs Beria, also took it upon himself to sing with great feeling;
  I want at least a little bit of freedom,
  Born the most unfortunate slave!
  O young years in grief,
  The evil one hooked me with a boat hook!
    
  The fields of wheat are in full bloom,
  And we swing a sickle across the field!
  But sweet buns only come to mind in dreams,
  Our darkness cannot be described with a pen!
    
  Although I'm still just a boy,
  Look at the bare ribs, the sunken belly!
  For me, the whip and the rack are crying in the heat,
  A dream, God willing, the opposite!
    
  Quarries, the sun is blazing,
  And it's a long way to the rest stop!
  The girl's hair curls gently,
  I'd love to dive deep with her!
    
  The love of a slave for a naked slave,
  Naive and light as feathers!
  After all, the feet are worn out and bare,
  They walk on sharp stones here!
    
  Dress naked love in dresses,
  And cover your feet with shoes!
  So that you become a vaunted nobility,
  So that she drinks wine and eats game!
    
  And so the girl is whipped with a whip,
  And he carries stones on his back!
  Only the slave's gaze is very proud,
  In its own, albeit poor, beauty!
    
  We endured for a long time, but couldn"t hold back,
  We have risen and are going to storm!
  Gone into the darkness of times of sorrow,
  The slave turned the throne upside down!
    
  Here, finally, we are free with you,
  A child has appeared - a son!
  The century will not return, we believe it is black,
  Let everyone be a master!
    
  After all, children are the highest reward,
  Their cry is a joy, their joy is laughter!
  But we need to learn, life needs us,
  To reap success generously!
  Another song that makes the heart beat anxiously and furiously. And other children, whether slaves or warriors, took up the song. Of course, it's perfectly logical to note that the fecal-demiurges' pastime is quite strange. What kind of pleasure can one derive from unleashing a torrential rain on children?
  But for now, that's just how they amused themselves. Besides, they probably enjoyed listening to the songs sung by the clear, childish voices, songs they made up on the fly.
  Hitler and his team, also half-naked and barefoot boys and girls, were freezing and suffering. So the former Fuhrer started singing;
  I was running with a girl in the open air,
  We wove colorful wreaths with her!
  The stream is transparent - there will be a sea,
  How beautiful the cornflowers are!
    
  We got very tanned in the sun,
  Little black boys: only their hair is white!
  The world around is so radiant and wonderful,
  The smells of plants are bunches of arrows!
    
  Something is tickling the boy's nose,
  A wave of sweet honey came running!
  We jump barefoot on the hummocks,
  We have only one homeland in our hearts!
    
  If only they would remember the pioneer gatherings,
  And the marching, ringing horn of youth!
  Believe me, the coming day will not be gray,
  Live better and happier according to the law!
    
  We, though children, are a race of giants,
  We give our hearts to the holy country!
  Be you a mighty and strong pioneer,
  You are held accountable, since you swore a double oath!
    
  If necessary, we will help the elders,
  Because that's what destiny is all about!
  We didn't eat our faces on lard,
  The main thing in service is struggle!
    
  Forget-me-nots are turning blue in the field,
  Red poppy, noise of white daisies!
  But there is not a minute of idleness,
  We train our muscles and our mind!
    
  Further, if the thunder of war happens,
  And you will have to die in agony!
  Let us remember the faces of our beloved friends,
  No, don't cry, don't overexert yourself, mother!
    
  Man does not end with death,
  He will rise again, reason is the guarantee of that!
  We will be happy, believe us forever,
  Talent will blossom like a lush flower!
  Yes, it's clear that the Führer can compose well, especially when life really pushes him to the wall. And poets aren't just found in Rus'. But the relief from the song, picked up by other boys and girls who had been Nazi leaders, was temporary. It didn't get any easier.
  What's more, the autumn rain had given way to sleet. And it became even heavier. In the white snow, the children left tiny, bare, graceful footprints. And they looked quite beautiful.
  And now Hermann Göring began to sing. No one would ever have guessed it was him-a barefoot boy of about twelve in shorts, with a bare, muscular, perhaps even somewhat dry and defined torso-a child with white, neatly trimmed hair.
  And his voice sounded very touching;
  You stupid boy lived in sin,
  Cigars, coke, glasses of whiskey!
  Life developed slowly,
  Nobody knew, the end was near!
    
  This is how you happened in hell,
  Poor young Alik is on the rack!
  There is no point in teasing Satan,
  So that the fires do not torment the flesh!
    
  The boy set fire to the fire,
  Chest, heels, and a good back workout!
  For there are no gray hairs in hell,
  And there is no suffering in half!
    
  The evil demon heated up the pincers,
  And he breaks girls' ribs!
  The boy screams with all his might,
  There was no place in paradise!
    
  Now the devil began to drill his teeth,
  He poked my nostril with a hot-metal hook!
  For demons, people are like game,
  And Wezelwul is a cool Malyuta!
    
  Why did you, boy, end up in hell?
  Doubts are gnawing at the boy's soul!
  I didn't believe in Christ - the result,
  Cruel revenge has come!
    
  No need to be a big jerk,
  To find myself in the underworld!
  After all, a ghoul with an aspen stake,
  Not the greatest enemy of the Lord!
    
  And the first enemy is the bastard atheist,
  Who boldly denies God!
  After all, the path to salvation is thorny,
  Beggar nun, barefoot!
    
  The boy suffered for a hundred years,
  The devils tormented and beat me harshly!
  So the Lord gave him an answer,
  Believe it or not!
    
  There is no repentance in hell,
  It's cruel, believe me, imagine it fairly!
  My only hope is that I will die,
  But death won't make you happy!
    
  Know that this torment has no end,
  Even if billions of years pass!
  You did not honor your Father during your life,
  Now I torment you with bullets!
    
  And for the rest, a moral lesson,
  If you want eternity without suffering!
  So that the body is not like a wind-up trigger,
  Turn your attention to Christ!
    
  Now it's too late to grieve,
  There is not even a drop of hope!
  To torment endlessly,
  Don't be careless as before!
  And the other boys and girls picked up on it. And barefoot in the wet snow is downright excruciating. It's not like walking on warm, summer grass. It's truly physical torture.
  Magda Goebbels, who became a girl in the flesh, noted:
  - You've become much slimmer, Herman, and much more attractive!
  Goering the boy remarked angrily:
  "Who needs childish beauty? Women love healthy, strong men, not little boys!"
  The girl nodded:
  - True! But maybe in the next world all the children are! And it will be a romantic, childish love!
  Goering remarked angrily:
  "If we're children, we should be playing and having fun, not shivering under the cold rain and sleet. And especially not working like slaves!"
  Magda noticed, slapping her bare, childish foot on a cold puddle:
  "We, too, have done a great deal of harm to people. Including the Jews. Even especially the Jews. And we shouldn't get too worked up or upset about it."
  The boy-Fuhrer agreed:
  - I went too far in this matter and I repent! But...
  Magda interrupted:
  - I understand! The past can't be brought back! And all that's left is to suffer for your sins and sing...
  Hitler agreed with this:
  - Yes, sing! Although it"s better not to sing after death, but to live happily ever after!
  And the boy-Fuhrer again began to perform his next romance;
  How did it happen, passion came,
  I just took a look and my heart burned!
  And a sharp needle pierces the soul,
  How long does it take for the planet to rotate along its axis?
    
  The girl's hair curls golden,
  And the eyes shimmer like emerald!
  Sometimes the blues with green melancholy,
  When I don't see you, miracle girl!
    
  I run to you, the leaves are rustling,
  And the rain drops pearls!
  I'd give half the world for a loving look,
  And the aroma of fragrant flowers in May!
    
  You rush towards me barefoot,
  The cutter skillfully sharpened each finger!
  I'll catch butterflies for you by force,
  I'll laugh like a little boy!
    
  Oh, what a good girl,
  Your fragrance is like the honey of the fields!
  Words are empty, not worth a penny,
  If you have not experienced suffering in your soul!
    
  I took my darling's hand in my hand,
  And they began to whirl in the stormy rhythm of the dance!
  It seemed that the souls were rushing upwards,
  I will never part with my dream!
    
  And so, circle after circle, we cut a circle,
  The flight is even faster and wider!
  But so that our enthusiasm does not fade,
  To make the earthly airwaves more fun!
    
  The lips merged into a blissful kiss,
  Suddenly the drums started beating in my chest!
  A boundless stormy wind arose,
  Disappeared like fog into the dawn of sadness!
  Magda, who was once the de facto first lady of the Third Reich, sang:
  The great genius, the darling of fortune,
  You have revealed an endless gift to people.
  In poetry, lyrical strings,
  Believe me, this is the ideal Fuhrer!
  After these words, Hitler the kid was inspired and began to sing again;
  Even though it seems like I'm still a child,
  I'm trudging along the rocks with slippery barefoot!
  Although the path of suffering is hard and too long,
  I carry an icon of Christ under my heart!
    
  A girl is walking with me through the mountains,
  The angel broke her legs until they bled!
  But her voice carries loudly,
  Innocence itself brings love to everyone!
    
  Where are we going? To God Jesus,
  To bring peace to our Earth!
  Do not give in to Satan's temptation!
  Under the flag of the Pope we create!
    
  We didn't even take shoes with us,
  We fast and sleep in the open air!
  Even though they are children, they are given openly by God,
  The wise and kind cherub protects us!
    
  The rocks are treacherous, the ice floes underfoot,
  Cruel cold, like a flame burning!
  Here are the devils with pitchforks and mountainous horns,
  They want to interrupt the sublime flight!
    
  We have to be patient,
  And the pain that lashes the flesh overcomes!
  After all, there will be salvation for the Universe,
  When the poor shake hands and know!
    
  That is why our Hajj is very long,
  To drink the cup of torture to the bottom of the soul!
  We were born in the lower reaches of Mother Volga,
  The thread of life is woven in a difficult and bitter way!
    
  But the holy God does not forget children,
  He saved us from terrible death!
  The rashist will find his death in the Sun of May,
  The evil spirit will not set foot on the threshold!
  The other children took up the song with great feeling and enthusiasm. And it even seemed less cold. And the prints of children's bare feet formed a magnificent pattern. And it was simply wonderful.
  The girl in the tunic, one of those who was a pilot of the Third Reich, noted:
  I fought on both the Eastern and Western fronts. And I remember one winter in Soviet Russia, the police caught a girl of about fourteen. They stripped her almost naked and marched her barefoot through the snow. Her feet turned red, reminiscent of a goose's feet. And despite the cold, she walked proudly, her head held high, and sang with such feeling and expression. And it seemed like the barefoot Russian girl wasn't cold at all. And she was even smiling. And they really did march her for a couple more hours until the soldiers themselves froze. But the girl didn't even flinch.
  Magda Goebbels noted:
  "Very hardened! If you constantly walk barefoot, your feet get used to even the snow in freezing temperatures. For example, the saints walked barefoot that way. And sometimes they lived to a very respectable age!"
  The girl remarked with a smile:
  - I wonder if it"s possible to catch a cold and die from pneumonia in the next world, in Hell!
  Hitler declared decisively, stamping his bare, childish foot in a puddle, breaking through the crust of ice and declared:
  Your soul aspired upward,
  You will be born again with a dream,
  But if you lived like a pig,
  You'll remain a pig!
  CHAPTER No 19.
  But then it all comes to an end. The sleet and rain ended, and the sun shone-not just once, but three times.
  And almost immediately it became warm, and even hot.
  The child prisoners stopped working and lay down on the grass to rest. Exotic plants began to emerge from the ground, bearing wondrous fruits: chocolate bars, donuts, cakes, muffins, large liqueur-filled candies, as well as bottles of cocktails, coconut milk, and other delicacies.
  The angels with swords solemnly announced:
  - Strengthen yourselves! Soon you'll be entertaining us in earnest!
  Hitler-kid noted:
  - Your world is not boring! It's paradise again now, after purgatory!
  The angel nodded:
  - Yes, Adik... But I think you understand that if your soul were in the hands of the Christian God, you would now be screaming from the wild, hellish flames!
  The boy Fuhrer nodded:
  - Possibly! Not only did I kill millions of people, but I also turned out to be a loser who completely screwed everything up! And Germany is smaller than it was before I came to power!
  The angel nodded in agreement:
  - Yes! You can't argue with that! But on the other hand, you've achieved worldwide fame. So it's a dead giveaway!
  The Fuhrer sang:
  Let there be luck or failure,
  And zigzags up and down...
  Only this way, and no other way!
  Only this way, and no other way!
  Long live surprise!
  Surprise! Surprise!
  Long live surprise!
  After which the boy who shed streams of blood in the twentieth century swallowed the chocolate cake with pleasure.
  The other boys and girls ate too.
  Of course, Stalin, too, was now enjoying the warmth of the three suns and all sorts of delicious treats with his barefoot crew. His mood also improved.
  The great leader of the past began to sing;
  The indestructible union of free republics,
  Great Rus' united forever...
  Long live the one created by the will of the people,
  United, mighty Soviet Union!
  Here the girl, who was Molotov"s wife in a past life, remarked:
  - But still, the rhyme isn"t very good: Rus" and Union!
  Beria agreed:
  - The author of the anthem should be shot!
  Stalin objected:
  - No! Ten years in the camps will be enough!
  Laughter erupted. The children now felt much more at ease.
  Stalin even thought about what a happy time childhood is. Everything around seems so wondrous, beautiful, rich, and vibrant. Although, on the other hand, childhood also comes with its share of problems. Especially with peers.
  Stalin wasn't naturally physically strong, and his arm wasn't very strong. He was often beaten by his peers. Stalin also had some odd behavioral quirks, which children don't exactly appreciate.
  Perhaps that's why the leader became so cruel. Many maniacs suffered greatly as children. Not all, of course. But in this case, Stalin harbored a grudge against the world.
  Shortly before his death, the leader conceived the idea of exiling all Jews to Siberia. And the doctors' plot was only the beginning. But, of course, the curses of millions of camp prisoners and his unhealthy lifestyle took their toll, and Stalin folded.
  And now Joseph is even glad of it. His body may be that of a child, but it's healthy and beautiful, and he feels great. And if the Jews had been exiled to Siberia, he would have been reviled and considered an even greater villain than he already is.
  And so... So everything happens in waves...
  Stalin the boy asked a very natural question:
  "But I died in '53, and Molotov and his wife much later. Why are we all here together?"
  The angel answered with a smile:
  - Because our masters are so omnipotent that they can even command time! So don't be surprised!
  Beria replied with a sigh:
  - If I had been Joseph after you, there would have been no Twentieth Congress! And we would have built communism!
  Stalin asked with a grin:
  - Do you think you would have lasted until communism?
  Beria logically noted:
  - People from the Caucasus live long!
  The boy-leader clarified:
  - Far from it! Georgia has many centenarians, but the average life expectancy isn't the longest in the world!
  Molotov the boy noted:
  - In any case, we're lucky to be born as humans and not animals! They have no other life!
  The angel with the sword objected:
  "And it's our owners who decide who has life and who doesn't! We can take your life and give the animals a new reality!"
  Stalin the boy nodded:
  - So let's drink to the fact that, having the strength of a beast, we do not become animals!
  Molotov-boy shouted:
  - Well, after a hearty breakfast,
  I'm becoming something like an animal!
  And the boys burst out laughing. The children, having eaten well, began to run around. They had no desire to sleep at all.
  Stalin noted with a kind smile:
  "Yes, it really is paradise! And at the same time, there must be some entertainment. For example, when I was alive, there were televisions. And cinema had been invented even earlier. In fact, the Americans were already filming in color in the thirties. So maybe..."
  The angel with the sword asked:
  - Would you like to be shown a movie?
  The boy chief confirmed:
  - Yes, of course! It's really interesting what they're filming, for example, in Hell!
  The angel remarked harshly:
  "You're not in hell, and you're not in heaven! You're in a special reality, in a universe created by the Gods. And any scenario is possible here. But if you want a movie..."
  Beria the boy exclaimed:
  - We really want to!
  The angel laughed and replied:
  We want to tell you honestly,
  We don't even look at the weather!
  And the rain poured down, only this time the streams weren't water, but pear syrup. They poured in a foamy stream that was very sticky and sweet.
  Meanwhile, on Earth, various events were unfolding. It was 1983, and Andropov came to power. The screws began to tighten. For example, Sergei Shelestov was arrested as soon as he turned fourteen. Before that, the boy had been caught selling jeans and other goods a couple of times. And now he was caught with foreign currency.
  Considering the fair-haired boy's young age, he could have been released on bail pending trial.
  And if you turn in the person from whom he received the currency, you'll be completely exempt from punishment for cooperating with the investigation...
  Investigator Krysin showed the layout as follows:
  - Either you hand over your accomplices to us, or we take you into custody immediately!
  Seryozhka answered with a smile:
  - I will never betray my friends!
  The investigator responded angrily:
  "You'll end up in a cell with criminals, and they'll do terrible things to you. They'll use you like a girl, in every hole, even in your mouth."
  The boy, who had just turned fourteen, answered harshly:
  - Bullshit! They don't just let you down, even if you're a minor! I know the rules!
  The investigator noted:
  "Well, even if you get along with the kids, instead of a mom and dad, you'll have to deal with thieves, murderers, rapists, and low-culture boys. Besides, you'll be sitting in a stinking cell overcrowded with boys, with bars on the windows and a latrine in the corner. No TV, no radio. You'll be taken to work and fed gruel with stale bread. And beaten on the back with a truncheon for the slightest offense. So you'll get into a real mess. There are rats, bedbugs, cockroaches, and angry, sweaty boys in the cell."
  Seryozhka answered harshly:
  - As a pioneer hero, I will endure everything, but I will not betray my friends!
  The investigator asked harshly:
  - This is your last word!
  The boy answered confidently:
  - Yes!
  Krysin noted:
  "I'll call the prosecutor now, and he'll choose a preventive measure for you. If you're arrested, you'll be taken to a pretrial detention center. There, first they'll shave your head, and then they'll subject you to other procedures, including a body search, which is humiliating and unpleasant. You have such beautiful, long, blond hair, like a girl's. Do you really want it shaved off?"
  Seryozhka answered with a sigh:
  - Better to die than to betray!
  The investigator chuckled:
  - Okay! You made your choice. We'll still beat the information out of you, but you'll have to suffer!
  And Krysin called the prosecutor general. Seryozhka shuddered and wondered if he was doing the right thing. Was it worth condemning himself to prison, especially since rumors really were circulating that the juvenile was causing terrible chaos. True, he was a kid from the gang and had hoped to somehow get along with the gang. And the cell itself didn't frighten him. After all, these were the days of developed socialism, and juveniles were cleaner and better off than adults, so they'd picked the wrong guy.
  Krysin nodded with an evil grin:
  "The prosecutor has already signed your order for two months' pre-trial detention. So welcome to the sanatorium for a rest!"
  The last one sounded mocking.
  Two police officers approached the boy and, without further ado, put handcuffs on the child"s hands.
  After which they led the boy out of the office. Seryozhka thought: so his free life is over, and now he's a prisoner. But his family wasn't poor; he even had a VCR, which was a rarity by the standards of 1983, during Andropov's reign.
  But the boy was even interested in going to prison-how romantic. He was like Tom Sawyer, who was even rude to the teacher and wasn't afraid of getting a cane on his back and buttocks.
  And here he'll sit in jail, and there'll be a certain romance to it. He's not a loser, after all. Which means he'll somehow get along with the other guys in the pretrial detention center. Most of them are normal guys and don't get into trouble.
  Sergei walked across the courtyard into a black van used for transporting prisoners. He wondered where they were taking him. Butyrka was unlikely-there was no children's ward there. Matrosskaya Tishina, then. Maybe they'd give him something to eat; he was hungry.
  I wonder what they feed them like in pretrial detention? I think I heard from some of my friends that the food in the children's ward is pretty good. Much better than in the adult ward, and it's livable. In the USSR, everything was best for children, so the prisons were better maintained and more comfortable. And there's no longer a latrine in the corner-there are toilets, it's not like the Middle Ages. So Krysiny's scares were pointless.
  And Seryozhka sang:
  In vain does he consider the enemy,
  That he managed to break the guys...
  He who brought together, attacks in battle,
  We will beat our enemies furiously!
  They didn't chain the boy in the crater, they simply locked him in. And he could sit there and see the sky through the bars.
  The boy's mood dropped somewhat. Prison really wasn't a sanatorium. He'd been wanting to watch an interesting movie on TV that evening. There might not be a TV in prison. Soviet power hadn't yet reached that level. And entertainment might be a problem anyway.
  Although they do show movies there, it's only once a week, and it's a bit boring.
  Yes, the walk is only two hours a day. You can also play football. However, if you negotiate, the little ones can be allowed to frolic for longer.
  Seryozhka isn't a pushover, after all, and he knows a lot about theory. And if necessary, he's ready to register.
  The boy grinned and began to sing to gain more courage;
  I am a boy who was born near Moscow,
  In the great century, that means the twenty-first...
  And I'm a truly cool guy -
  And believe me, I have nerves of steel!
    
  Had a computer, a pager, a laptop,
  And many are a gift from progress...
  So that the light in the Russian universe does not go out,
  We will win with great interest!
    
  Warriors are used to winning,
  To give birth to a vision of a beautiful ray of light...
  Passing exams with only A's,
  May communism march forward across the planet!
    
  Let there be spring in our Motherland,
  And the great Tsar Nicholas of the people...
  May a great dream come true -
  Give birth to strong and noble descendants!
    
  Russian communism will be glorious,
  The greatness of the Fatherland in the state...
  We fly forward and not a second down,
  Centuries will pass in boundless glory!
    
  Yes, the Russians' strength is very great,
  She is beautiful in all aspects of the universe...
  And you will soon receive the power of a fist,
  Although our work is peace and creation!
    
  Let us glorify our Fatherland,
  What was born in the name of Svarog...
  Let there soon be a heavenly life,
  In the Name of Jesus - the Son of Rod!
    
  Yes, everything in Russia is the best, believe me,
  And everything in the Fatherland seems beautiful...
  Even if a beast attacks from the underworld,
  But soon Svarog the Messiah himself will be here!
    
  O my radiant Lada,
  You gave me a ray of sunshine without edges...
  Perun himself is a great relative to me,
  And believe me, there is boundless power in it!
    
  Yes, the Slavs were born to win,
  Divan bravely directs the battle...
  A strong Russian army will come to Paris,
  And the hellish Cain will be destroyed!
    
  Russia is waging a terrible war,
  The shadow of fascism hangs over her...
  But do not curse Satan, people,
  The era of communism will come soon!
    
  The Sun rises - that is our Yarilo,
  Which gives birth to a bright summer...
  The Russian crew takes off to the stars,
  And the feats of heroism are sung!
    
  The Most High, the Almighty Rod, said,
  That Rus' will rule the universe forever...
  And we'll soon drive Hitler into his grave,
  So that the bastard doesn"t dare to hit Russia!
    
  That you, executioner, have challenged Christ,
  He wanted to destroy the Fatherland in battle...
  But the Most High showed purity,
  And Adolf got hit in the face with a sword!
    
  Don't believe that Russia is weak,
  She is mighty - the torch of the entire universe...
  Even if the evil Satan attacks,
  We will defeat our enemies with unchanging weapons!
    
  No, we will never betray Rus',
  Always in glory and radiant power...
  The powerful cherub will spread his wings,
  In the name of our mother Russia!
    
  We will bravely defend our Fatherland,
  After all, Russians have always known how to fight...
  I believe we will win against any army,
  I am a knight, my soul is not a clown!
    
  I love it when everyone is happy and in love,
  When the veil of Mary, God of Lada...
  Even though we sometimes shed blood,
  We must fight bravely for our Motherland!
    
  You see a double-headed eagle,
  It is a Russian symbol of holy happiness...
  After all, Rus' is one great soul,
  Although sometimes bad weather happens!
    
  We will be able to give our enemies a hard checkmate,
  To defeat a horde of huge enemies...
  No, shame will not come to our Fatherland,
  I'm shooting at the fascists with machine guns!
    
  I believe the Holy God will come soon,
  And the dead will rise again in salvation...
  We will open an endless account of victories,
  We are the most daring, to be honest!
    
  Svarog gave us the sharpest sword among men,
  Which is stronger than damask steel...
  We can cut through titanium armor too,
  Forward to the attack, why are you standing there?!
    
  Our warriors do not know losses,
  Although sometimes people die in battle...
  We know that we are immortal now,
  And everyone will be in a radiant paradise!
    
  Let us praise God the Lord Christ,
  That he created all goodness in the universe...
  The girl will be beautiful, I know.
  Believe in such secret love!
    
  Yes, you won"t find a fresher Rus' in the world,
  In it, girls run barefoot in the cold...
  And each one is no older than twenty,
  And full of love for holy Russia!
    
  Notice our homeland is a diamond,
  Which is harder and sparkles like a star...
  We are geniuses, believe me, without embellishment,
  And everything blooms like in incomparable May!
    
  And now the victory of the Rus is near,
  New York is already under our royal flag...
  The girl's tear will dry up,
  We will burn her with a hussar's kiss!
    
  My fiancée will have a child,
  And the strongest hero in the world...
  Let the review be the most flattering in the world,
  We won't give the girls up to be thieves!
    
  When there is stability and order in the country,
  And solar progress begins...
  We attack boldly without looking back,
  It is not for nothing that Jesus rose again for Rus'!
    
  In which century is there joy and stability,
  And the boundless spring is eternal...
  The land of the Fatherland is fat, sweet, abundant,
  After all, we fought for Rus' for a reason!
    
  Yes, I believe we will become completely united,
  Let's lasso the horde in rage...
  After all, the Russians are invincible in battles,
  I'll pass even the most difficult level!
    
  I know we will achieve happiness in the universe,
  We will reach the edge of the universe...
  Everything will be in our knight's power,
  We will confirm our glory with a steel sword!
  That's how the boy sang with great feeling. And the black maroon drove up to the prison.
  It was already evening, spring, and a little chilly. Seryozhka was ordered to put his hands behind his back and get out of the car.
  The boy didn't argue. Otherwise, they'd put him in handcuffs. Maybe they should have been, but the fair-haired child with the sweet, round face didn't seem like a villain, and he walked obediently.
  Prison didn't seem like a very nice place. It smelled of tobacco and bleach. It was full of all sorts of unpleasant types. One of them, seeing a handsome boy, started making dirty jokes.
  Seryozhka was led through the corridors. He was being sent to the children's ward of Matrosskaya Tishina, and on the way they had to pass the women's ward. The women peered out and began to make noise when they saw the very handsome boy.
  A mixture of swearing and playful jokes. With a promise to rip the cute teenager's life away.
  Then they took him to the search room. There was even a special chart hanging there.
  Here two women in police uniforms and another female doctor in a lab coat were waiting for him.
  The policewomen muttered:
  - Take off your clothes!
  Seryozhka noticed:
  - But you are women!
  They growled:
  - We are police officers first and foremost! And we do our duty!
  The woman in the white coat nodded:
  - Don't be afraid! They'll search you, as is required of all prisoners. And then they'll take you to registration. And then a shower and to a cell!
  Seryozhka asked:
  - What kind of cameras do you have?
  The woman replied with a smile:
  - Not really! There's a new minister now, and they're taking boys into custody, even for skipping school, so the crowding is terrible and there's not enough government food for everyone!
  Seryozhka immediately became sad. He'd heard that it was livable in a cell for juvenile offenders, and it was usually clean; the floors were washed. Plus, minors weren't allowed to smoke in prison, which kept the air cleaner. And then there were all these people.
  The policewoman pushed Seryozhka and shouted:
  - Take off your clothes! Hurry up, or we'll be happy to undress you, such a handsome man!
  The boy sighed and began to take off his clothes. He felt both ashamed and humiliated; he felt like a prisoner. Besides, it all seemed far from romantic. And he thought - maybe he should have turned in his accomplices after all? The cops would find them anyway. And he'd have to go to jail for them, too.
  Seryozhka took off his socks, leaving him in his underwear and T-shirt. The floor beneath the boy's bare feet was cold. The women began pulling thin rubber gloves onto their hands.
  One of them muttered:
  - What are you standing up for? Keep undressing!
  The boy pulled off his T-shirt. His naked torso was defined and muscular, and he looked even more handsome in just his underwear.
  The women looked at him with genuine interest, their eyes blazing with lust and desire.
  One of them barked:
  - Take off your panties too!
  Seryozhka was embarrassed:
  - Maybe we shouldn't? Usually, they don't look into boys' underwear during a search!
  The woman growled:
  "That used to be the case. You juvenile delinquents took advantage of it. Sometimes you'd smuggle in money, sometimes cigarettes. But now all minors have to be searched thoroughly. So take it off, or we'll rip it off you ourselves."
  Seryozhka sighed, stretched his hands to his hips, and blushing with anger and shame, began to pull off the last detail of his attire.
  CHAPTER No 20.
  Volka Rybachenko, the great German, the most successful ace of all time, also wrote actively while on vacation:
  Oleg Rybachenko was a very intelligent boy prodigy. He constantly yearned to either invent or compose stories. In particular, why not solve humanity's energy problem so that it would stop burning fossil fuels and fuel in enormous quantities?
  This will save the world from global warming and flooding, which are fraught with enormous threats.
  So the boy created interesting gravity batteries that could convert graviton energy into electricity.
  But when a boy who was not yet twelve years old tried to take these batteries to the Academy of Sciences and demonstrate their operation there, then...
  They called the police and sent the boy genius for a psychiatric evaluation. And the child ended up in a juvenile psychiatric hospital. It's not the most pleasant place. Many children are nervous, sometimes throwing punches, sometimes crying and throwing tantrums. And sometimes they even relieve themselves in bed. Plus, they shaved the child's head on the first day, like a criminal, to prevent him from catching lice himself and others from getting them.
  Besides, a couple of rowdy boys tried to beat him up. Oleg fought them off, but got a black eye. And for beating them up, they tied the kid to the bed and injected him with something that nearly blew his brains out.
  Two weeks later, after completing the research, the boy was released, but he had already had enough of the nightmare.
  After which Oleg Rybachenko, the boy prodigy, lost interest in invention and began writing various science fiction stories instead.
  Moreover, this child genius's favorite theme was time travel. Indeed, why not? The boy especially loved to move to pre-revolutionary Russia and help Ivan the Terrible win the war with Livonia, Nicholas II win the war with Japan, or Nicholas I win the Crimean War, and so on!
  The most important thing was that the boy could let his imagination run wild. And if, say, he helped Stepan Razin win the rebellion and the peasant war, that would be absolutely fantastic. And why shouldn't the boy become a Cossack general and build a cannon that shoots needles and shocks the tsar's troops?
  Oleg, as they say, is a natural-born dreamer. And, of course, some of his stories began to be published in children's magazines.
  But of course, he wanted more. So the boy genius began to wonder: should he build a time machine?
  Now that would be truly awesome! And maybe we could actually travel back in time and warn Nicholas II of Japan's treacherous attack. Then, if we were to set a trap for Togo's Minions, the war would be dictated by Tsarist Russia from the very beginning.
  And Oleg began tinkering with something to create movement in the chronoplasm and master the secret of time. Although, for now, even academics are beyond their capabilities.
  Oleg even sang:
  It's time to reveal the secrets that remain undisclosed to us,
  Even though it seems beyond my powers...
  We will be able to eject a quark with preons from the nucleus,
  Let's play a lyre song on the photons!
  After which, the boy genius went to his laboratory to create something unique. And he truly wanted to achieve a miracle.
  Oleg was an excellent student at school and spoke several languages, thanks to his father, Pavel Ivanovich, being a doctor of science and a professor. So, overall, he was a remarkable child. He also had a bit of a passion for martial arts. But life forced him to change his ways; kids at school really disliked those who were too smart, and you had to have a strong fist to avoid being bullied.
  Oleg was wearing shorts and barefoot when he ran outside. The weather was still cool, the spring snow still lingering. But the boy happily ran to the lab, his bare heels flashing. He had decent muscles, with defined, toned abs like grenade tiles. Overall, the boy looked like an athlete, and no one would be surprised. After being sent to a juvenile mental hospital, Oleg was often teased at school as a psycho and a convict. He got into fights several times. He was even arrested and sent to a cell for children under fourteen.
  It was an unpleasant, stinking place, full of other boys about to be sent to special schools. The food wasn't great, and they forbade us from bringing food parcels. They shaved our heads again and fingerprinted us. They photographed us from all angles, even naked.
  But the worst thing about the cell was the boredom: there wasn't even a television, and the children inmates weren't given books to keep from tearing or ruining. So they had to relieve themselves by socializing with other difficult kids. And then there were the registration questions.
  Somehow they managed to get along. Oleg even recited the works he'd composed, given his talent.
  And the young prisoner sang them a criminal song, or rather a semi-criminal song of his own composition;
  I am a white-headed orphan boy,
  He jumped boldly through the puddles barefoot...
  And the world around is somehow very new,
  Why can't you drag the boy there by force!
  
  I am a homeless child, even though I have a beautiful face,
  I love to sparkle my barefoot feet...
  We are thieves, know as a single collective,
  Passing exams with only A's!
  
  The enemy does not know, believe in our strength,
  When the boys rush to storm in a crowd...
  I will pull the slingshot like a bowstring,
  And I will release the projectile with great soul!
  
  No, you know, the boy cannot be scared,
  Nothing will make him feel cowardice or trembling...
  We are not afraid of the flame of the color of gloss,
  There is only one answer: don"t touch what"s common!
  
  We can crush any horde,
  The boy is a complete ideal...
  He loves a girl, also barefoot,
  To whom I wrote letters from prison!
  So the boy didn't think for long,
  And he began to steal very actively...
  They won't just put you in the corner for this,
  They might even shoot you brutally!
  
  In short, the cops caught the guy,
  They beat me hard, even until I bled...
  In his dreams he had the distant future of communism,
  In reality, there were only zeros!
  
  Well, why does this happen in our lives?
  The boy was shackled...
  After all, the Fatherland doesn"t need bandits,
  We kites are not exactly eagles!
  
  The cops beat me on my bare heels with a stick,
  And this is very painful for children...
  They hit you on the back with a skipping rope,
  As if you were a complete villain!
  
  But the boy didn"t answer them anything,
  She didn"t give up her comrades to the cops...
  You know, our children are like that,
  Whose will is like a mighty titan!
  
  So, at the trial, he was threatened a lot,
  And they promised to shoot the guy...
  There's only one road for the boy here now,
  Where both thief and thief go!
  
  But the boy endured everything very well,
  And he didn"t even confess in court...
  These are the kind of children there are in the world,
  Consider this a turn of fate!
  Well, they shaved him with a machine,
  Let's go barefoot in the frost...
  The cop accompanies him with such a grin,
  I just want to punch!
  
  The boy trudges barefoot through the snowdrifts,
  He is being chased by a furious convoy...
  Her friend also had her braids shaved off,
  She now has her head down!
  
  Well, you still can't break us,
  And Petka is at least shivering from the cold...
  The time will come, there will be summer with May,
  Although there is still a snowdrift and frost!
  
  And the boy's legs are like paws,
  Such a blue goose...
  It's impossible to avoid the crush in the carriage,
  It just happened that way, no kidding!
  
  The boys walked a lot barefoot,
  Believe me, even the boy didn"t sneeze...
  He will be able to throw evil off its pedestal,
  If the Lord fell asleep in unbelief!
  
  That's why people everywhere suffer,
  This is why we are threatened with destruction...
  There will be no place for the righteous in paradise,
  Because the parasite is coming!
  
  It's not easy to be in this world, you know,
  In which, believe me, everything is vanity...
  You can't say that two plus two makes four,
  And figuratively speaking, there will be beauty!
  
  I believe in the Lord, He will heal, He will cure,
  All our wounds - know this for sure...
  I know cruel enemies, they will cripple,
  Boy, be bold in your attack!
  
  We won't go around in circles now,
  Let the banner show us the way forward...
  We trample the snow with our broken feet,
  But Bolshevism cannot bend a thief!
  
  In everything we will make signs of light,
  Thieves will raise a cop on their horns...
  This is how our planet moves,
  And the endless blizzard rages!
  
  Of course, there are evil wizards,
  He roars like a lion without restraint...
  But we raise the banner higher,
  The glorious monolith is the solution to thieves!
  
  For your honor, for your intelligent courage,
  We will fight, I believe forever...
  Tear the red shirt, boy,
  Let the thieves have a different dream!
  
  We are not building communism, of course,
  Although we have our own common fund...
  For us, the most important thing is will,
  And consider the strong thief's fist!
  
  And we thieves also think fairly,
  So that all the spoils are according to the rules...
  And whoever is overly arrogant like a rat,
  He will not escape the sharp knife!
  
  There are a lot of bandits in our world,
  But the thief, believe me, is not a simple bandit...
  He can soak the enemy in the toilet,
  If the parasite has gotten too carried away!
  
  But he can also help a person,
  And provide support to the poor...
  And caress the unfortunate cripple,
  And make way for the fist of honor!
  
  That's why you shouldn't argue with thieves,
  These parks are the coolest of all...
  They will show achievements in running sports,
  Let's celebrate cosmic success!
  
  Therefore, contribute money to the common fund,
  And he will show generosity from the heart...
  Well, why do you need pennies for drinking?
  And collect pennies for cigarettes?
  
  In short, Thief is a great confession,
  A worthy and sacred man...
  And trials will become a lesson,
  May your luck be in order for a whole century!
  So he spent twelve days there. On meager government rations, in government pajamas over his bare skin, and barefoot in a rather chilly room. And the guards abused the children. If anyone laughed, they'd be lined up against the wall and beaten.
  They wanted to send him to a special school, but his parents saved him. Especially since Oleg was truly gifted and had won competitions.
  And so I managed to end up in a mental hospital and a juvenile prison.
  Now, wearing only shorts and carrying a backpack, he raced to the lab. He went down to the basement, which was in one of the abandoned buildings. There, the boy conducted various experiments.
  From the creation of graviton batteries-a successful discovery, by the way, that could solve many energy problems-to an ultrasonic pistol.
  Yes, that was the idea. It's not new, in principle-inspired by the novel "The Mystery of Two Oceans." The only paradox is that, although that novel was written in the late 1950s, an ultrasonic pistol hasn't been developed in the twenty-first century. Even though we're already in our third decade of the nanotechnology era.
  And overall, it feels like everything in the world is going wrong. The coronavirus alone was a real nightmare, but then it turned out to be even worse.
  Oleg even went so far as to utter several dozen bright, catchy aphorisms, stamping his bare, childish, strong feet, and chattering at machine-gun speed:
  A politician with a big belly forces voters to tighten their belts!
  A full wallet is better than a full body, bare female feet are better than being shod by politicians!
  Beauty loves youth, wealth loves intelligence, and the voter loves cunning politicians!
  A woman will forgive a man for having a full belly, but she will not forgive an empty wallet!
  A woman loves with her ears, a politician robs with his tongue!
  One thing a woman always excels at over a man is turning her weaknesses into an advantage!
  A man achieves his goals with his fist, a politician with his tongue, and a woman with her front!
  A naked woman is stronger than a naked king!
  People don't go if the politician is a wet chicken, but they obey the rooster's crow!
  A politician is an executioner who holds an axe with his tongue!
  The language of a politician is more deadly than an atomic bomb; it explodes brains first and foremost!
  The politician is eager to get into big trouble and give voters bruises!
  A politician's long tongue is often combined with a short mind and a toothless mouth!
  Drinking bitter vodka produces physical deformity, listening to a politician's sweet speech produces moral wretchedness!
  Bitter vodka makes the heart happy, the sweet speech of a politician makes you shed tears!
  The executioner chops off heads with a sharp axe, the politician shortens life with a long tongue!
  In politics, unlike chess, the number of combinations is infinite, and moves are taken back!
  Politics is boxing - without white gloves!
  Politics is chess without light-colored pieces!
  The politician often plays a give-and-take game and willingly sacrifices his principles!
  In chess, they sacrifice pieces and pawns; in politics, they sacrifice principles and voters!
  Unlike chess, in politics the most powerful figure is the grey cardinal!
  In chess there are only two colors, in politics there is an infinite number of suits and shades!
  In chess, the handicap is only at the discretion of the players, in politics it is at the discretion of those in power!
  In chess, the playing time is determined by the rules, but in politics, time pressure has no rules!
  In chess, checkmate is only at the very end for the king, but in politics, checkmate is at every step for any pawn!
  In chess, only the king can be checkmated; in politics, the voter checkmates all the pieces, especially the pawns!
  In politics, too, as in chess, the king is sometimes the weakest piece, especially if he doesn"t know how to make a knight"s move!
  If you want to become a king, learn to walk on a knight!
  If you don"t learn to walk a horse, you"ll be harnessed to a collar!
  A chess knight makes a fork, but someone who knows how to move a knight in politics checkmates the king!
  A politician with a polite tongue will more likely checkmate his opponent!
  A politician is a chess player who moves pieces with his tongue!
  In chess, too, they can prompt your move, but in politics, a prompter is useless!
  In chess, white moves first, in politics, those with dark souls come first!
  When voting, they raise their hands; if you don"t come to the polls, you risk dying!
  In chess, the shah drives away the king, but in politics, the king never catches up with the shah!
  In chess, one move can only take down one piece, but in politics, a knight's move can clear the entire board!
  In chess, if you take hold of something, move it; in politics, all the pieces are grabbed with your hands!
  In chess, kings are protected by pawns, but in politics, pawns leave kings naked!
  Yes, if you take a small risk, you won"t drink champagne with black caviar, but if you take too much risk, you"ll be content with chifir and stale bread in prison!
  A politician who barks at everyone will only be able to provide voters with soup and a cat!
  There is so little salt in the sweet speeches of politicians that what voters get is just cat soup!
  If a voter is treated to cat soup, it means there is no salt at all in the politician's speeches!
  Politicians who feed voters cat soup will force them to dry out crackers if they win!
  A politician displays the ingenuity of a Puss in Boots to leave a voter without pants!
  Showing a dog's devotion to a wolf in sheep's clothing will reward you with cat soup and a hole in a donut!
  With a first course like cat soup, birch porridge goes well as a second course and a donut hole for dessert!
  A missed moment in battle gives birth to slavery for centuries!
  Have a wolf's tenacity and a fox's wit, and then you won't bark at a dog's life!
  If you bark like a dog, it means you don't have the intelligence of a fox!
  For voters, a politician is always a pig in a poke during elections, and soup with a cat for breakfast!
  A soldier must have the agility of a wolf, the intelligence of a fox, and the obedience of a dog, so that he won't receive cat soup as trophies!
  A good warrior is hard as steel, strong as oak and not a blockhead!
  Pump iron with your arms, but don't turn your head into an oak tree!
  May your will be stronger than steel, your heart golden and your mind not oak!
  He who is not a pawn in mind will become a queen!
  In war, the lives of others are not valued, but in politics, the lives of voters are not worth a penny!
  The politician fills his pockets with gold, selling out not only the voter but his own country for a pittance!
  The voter dreams of a lion on the throne, but always gets a fox releasing chicken giblets from chicken brains!
  He who has the brains of a chicken is easy prey for a fox, he who struts too much will have his feathers flying!
  A rooster without the cunning of a fox has the brains of a chicken and the strength of a chicken!
  Chicken brains and donkey habits lead to a dog's life and the fate of a slaughtered pig!
  The politician promises the moon, but the voter howls like a dog on a chain!
  Man is the crown of nature, but he willingly submits to the fox, even if it is a vile animal!
  The lion is the king of beasts, man is the emperor of the animal world, but under the heel of the fox!
  A man is stronger than a lion, but his habits are often those of a typical donkey!
  Even a lion, without the qualities of a fox, will work like a donkey and remain a dumb ram!
  The politician is such a fox that the voter remains a typical sheep under him!
  A politician puts on sheep's clothing to let voters shashlik like sheep!
  Why would a fox need sheep's clothing to leave you a ram?
  The politician has sheep's skin, but human blood on his fangs!
  A politician sings sweetly like a nightingale, but like a raven he is only capable of croaking bitter tears!
  A person, straightening his back, should not lift his nose, spreading his wings - there is no point in waving his fists in vain!
  A man has the eyes of an eagle, but when faced with the wiles of a fox, he is a complete crow!
  The fox is a real sorceress - she can even turn a lion into a ram!
  The wolf tears with hard teeth, but the fox kills with a soft tongue!
  The soft tongue of a fox is more deadly than the sharp fangs of a lion!
  The fox has a reddish tint to its skin and it sheds more blood than any other animal!
  The fox pours out sweet speech like a stream, but gives birth to a whole ocean of bitter tears!
  Bitter tears of voters are the usual product of the sweet speeches of a politician!
  The fox uses its tongue as the sharpest whip, which reaches at any distance, and rams voluntarily expose their backs to it!
  The longest thing in the world is a politician's tongue; with this noose he can strangle all his voters!
  The tongue is given to a diplomat to hide his thoughts, but a politician uses it to expose his own stupidity in all its glory!
  A politician can learn from a fox how to crawl to the top, but he still remains a sheep!
  The politician asks you to say yes to him, but by agreeing to the fox you allow yourself to be eaten alive!
  By voting for a politician, you are like a crow who drops his daily cheese in exchange for the fox's sweet talk!
  A politician is like a ram that runs into lions, but without a fox's wit he will remain a donkey!
  In reality, politics is mathematics, where there is continuous subtraction and division, and only the zeroed-out voter adds income to the piggy bank of the scoundrel!
  The young genius jumped and spun like a gymnast doing a somersault.
  And after that the boy took it and stood on his hands and walked without any unnecessary prejudices.
  In general, a time machine is really cool.
  For example, today's world isn't just imperfect, it's monstrously terrible. There's a fratricidal war in Ukraine, rampant banditry, a veritable madhouse. And prices have been skyrocketing lately. Inflation has accelerated sharply, the dollar has soared, and there's a whole lot more going on.
  It seems the world has really gone crazy.
  The boy is already inside the lab, setting up equipment. There are test tubes and flasks, and a ton of wires. There's literally a ton of work to be done.
  How can one really change the course of time? It gives such colossal and unique power. And it can even give one control over the world. Although, if we really figure it out, how can we use this power?
  Slap everyone in the face and become a dictator yourself? But then how is he any better than others?
  However, in the Middle Ages, people preferred to support kings, to have one tyrant rather than a hundred. The same can be said about modern times.
  The boy put rubber gloves on his hands and started tinkering with them. And fiddling around. It seemed somehow unimportant. Indeed, Oleg wanted to master the secret of chronoplasm. And it could yield many benefits. For example, if we could develop non-chronoplasm, or especially hyper-chronoplasm, then we could use non-chronoplasm to leap into the past, and hyper-chronoplasm to leap into the future.
  In fact, if people invented and described time travel, then it's possible. It's true, but there are risks. In fact, there's even a movie about how everything can change so easily and dramatically. Let's say Napoleon's parents were prevented from meeting by an accidentally dropped lighter. Then the course of history would have been different. Or what if Admiral Togo's parents had never met? Perhaps the war with Japan would have been won, and there wouldn't have been this madhouse and chaos!
  Oleg, shuffling his bare feet, still wearing only shorts, although he had gloves on his hands, sang with a guru smile:
  A sinful man will get his due,
  But paradise will come to the whole Earth...
  Sometimes everything is decided by chance,
  And the desire for a joyful dream!
  The boy genius had also read somewhere that time warps existed, and that they explained clairvoyant phenomena. But they could also be used. Now he was sure to enter that warp. The young prodigy turned the drum and flicked the switch. And then something clicked. There was a bright flash, and the boy's arms felt like they were being electrocuted, and he was thrown back. Oleg felt as if he were falling into a deep, bottomless abyss, yet floating weightlessly.
  CHAPTER No 21.
  The boy woke up with a slap of his bare heels on the cobblestones. It hurt a little, and Oleg bruised his knees slightly. But he quickly jumped up. A warm, gentle breeze blew across his face. It smelled like spring, not a temperate climate, but like the subtropics, where April brings June-like weather. And indeed, on the one hand, it's spring, when everything is in full bloom, but on the other, it's almost hot. And in just shorts, barefoot, and bare-chested, the boy felt comfortable.
  Oleg straightened his back and looked around. This wasn't Minsk at all. This was a city of ancient buildings, still distinguished by their rather small windows and massive walls. And in the distance, churches were visible.
  There were lots of children running around, mostly barefoot and half-dressed. There were adults there too. Most of them had dark hair, but there were also some fair-haired ones. Someone was speaking, and Oleg immediately realized it was Spanish. He was glad he knew the language well enough. He thanked the Almighty God that he was born into the family of a professor, not a janitor or a worker.
  Yes, it was Spain, and ancient Spain at that.
  This was evident by the horse-drawn carts or, at best, carriages speeding through the square. And also by their clothing. Even a couple of horsemen in copper cuirasses rode by. But these weren't the most ancient of centuries; the guards carried crossbows and muskets.
  Clever Oleg figured it was roughly the time of the Three Musketeers, so brilliantly described in Dumas's novel, which he co-wrote with Saint-Fond. And that's why the flags of the Castilian Empire are so flamboyant.
  Oleg ran past, his bare heels flashing, and exclaimed in Easter style:
  - Long live our good king!
  Several boys joined in chorus:
  - Long live Philip the Third!
  Oleg smiled. And figured... Well, yes, these are times a little later than those described in Don Quixote. And just toward the end of Philip III's reign, Cromwell should have come to power in Britain. And now, apparently, there's a war going on with France. And it's proceeding with varying success. France is somewhat weakened by the Fronde, but Spain has plenty of problems too. In particular, Holland has effectively seceded and is aiming to snatch Belgium as well. And Portugal is almost independent. So Spain hasn't completely lost its power yet, but it is in crisis. And the king is ill and old, so things are very scary. Or rather, not very much yet. But Spain is in decline.
  Oleg immediately thought about becoming an advisor to the king, so that with the help of his young genius he could restore the Castilian Empire to its power, and perhaps even surpass it.
  During the reign of Philip II, Spain reached its peak, conquering Portugal and its colonies. But then came a decline: first the Guise rebellion in the Netherlands, then the defeat of the Invincible Armada. France was also unsuccessful; instead of the pro-Spanish Guises, Henry of Navarre emerged victorious.
  And now there's war with France again, and problems. And the Spanish are suffering defeats. Although they still have huge colonies, Portugal is in rebellion and has almost seceded.
  The boy prodigy Oleg, happily slapping his bare soles on the cobblestones of the street, sang:
  Those in rank are waiting for instructions from above,
  And in the country the fires of rebellion are burning!
  And the child traveler stood upside down and tried to run on his hands. And he succeeded. A couple of boys, also barefoot and half-naked, noticed this and ran up to him. They exclaimed:
  - Clever, you must be a circus performer?
  The boy from the twenty-first century was indeed very muscular. And he was taught to walk on his hands in karate class.
  Oleg exclaimed with a smile and sang:
  We are wandering artists,
  We are on the road day after day...
  And a van in an open field,
  This is our usual home!
  We are great talents,
  But they are clear and simple,
  We are singers and musicians,
  Acrobats and jesters!
  One of the women tossed a copper coin to the boy standing on his hands, and Oleg caught it with his bare toes. Life had forced him to train his body and be strong from an early age.
  Several boys and a couple of girls formed a semicircle. Oleg tossed the coin high, then caught it again. Then he tossed the bronze coin again, this time jumping up and catching it in his hands.
  A taller boy who looked like a gypsy remarked:
  - Not bad! By the way, you know, Crown Prince Philip will be strolling in the courtyard today. And if he likes you, they might even shower you with gold coins.
  Oleg nodded in agreement:
  - Go to the prince? That's a very good idea! And it's not just about the gold coins!
  The black-haired boy asked:
  - And in what?
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  "The point is, I get to chat with the august personage! Talk to him about geopolitics, in particular!"
  The gypsy boy chuckled and remarked:
  - For such speeches, a barefoot rascal might even be hanged on the rack and have his heels roasted!
  The boy who had arrived giggled and sang:
  My heels, my barefoot boys' heels,
  Now we will play hide and seek with fate!
  Then two armored guards ran up to the crowd of boys. It must have been hard for them to carry the bronze on a sunny spring day. And their unwashed bodies stank.
  They shouted:
  - What a gathering! What a gang!
  The boys and girls rushed forward, their bare, childish heels flashing, dusty from the pavement.
  Oleg also took off. He wanted to run; his young body was clamoring for movement. And how pleasant it was to feel the cobblestones beneath his bare, hard, yet sensitive, childish soles.
  The boy ran through Madrid. It was the capital of an empire that, if combined with Portugal and all its colonies, would cover a quarter of the world, and only the British colonial empire in world history would be larger. But Portugal was already out of control. And then there was the war with France, where some of the Spanish tactical successes, partly due to the Fronde, were about to be undone by the genius of Prince de Condé, who would turn the tide of the seemingly successful war in a decisive battle. After which, Portugal would finally regain its independence. Oleg sensed that around this time, a critical year was approaching, when Spain would finally lose its superpower status. And he suddenly wanted to play the role of the messiah.
  Although at first glance it seemed, what business is it of yours? Let the European powers decide among themselves how to act. Especially since Spain is a nasty country. The Inquisition is rampant there. Witches are tortured and burned, children are racked and impaled. The laws in that empire are very harsh. Britain, for example, has a parliament, although its rules are also harsh. It just so happens that there's a civil war going on, and Spain has more or less a free hand.
  It would be a good thing, by the way, to let King Charles I struggle a little longer. And even better, to bleed Britain dry.
  And in France there was unrest after the death of Cardinal Richelieu.
  Oleg ran, looking around Madrid. The city was truly a city of contrasts. Palaces and squalid slums. However, closer to the city center, the slums became fewer, and the streets cleaner and tidier. Half-naked and barefoot boys were clearly sweeping them-some of them, judging by the slits of their eyes and the redness of their skin, Native American children.
  There are a lot of children on the streets, mostly dark-skinned and dark-haired, but there are also quite a few fair-haired ones. After all, Spain is a European country, albeit with a strong admixture of Moors, Arabs, and many people of Indian descent, especially after Portugal's annexation.
  Which has now actually separated again, but some connection remains.
  Oleg jumped and spun in the air. He started walking on his hands again, and a couple of the wealthier townspeople tossed him a coin.
  The young time traveler exclaimed:
  - Thank you very much!
  And he laughed. It was wonderful here. Only the closer you get to the center of the capital, the more often you see guards. And the city of Mandrid is very large. Spain is still, in terms of territory and colonies, the largest power in the world. And its wealth hasn't dried up, which means there's plenty of room and money to build. The Catholic churches are especially magnificent. For the Spanish king is the most Catholic in the world, and even appoints the general of the Jesuit order!
  Although signs of some decline are already visible. There were, of course, a great many children in the Middle Ages. And they were almost all barefoot, especially in such warm Spanish weather.
  Oleg was bouncing around in his shorts, his muscles very defined. His feet were also bare and nimble, and he was tossing coins.
  But then the guards appeared, and the boy had to run away, his bare, round heels flashing. Oleg ran very quickly, the coins he'd collected jingling in his pocket.
  The young traveler was again on another street, and switched to a walk.
  And he began walking again with a smiling expression. He wanted to reach the royal, or rather, the imperial palace.
  Oleg walked calmly and sang:
  It's time, it's time to rejoice,
  In my lifetime...
  To the beauty and the cup,
  Happy blade!
  
  Bye, bye, swaying,
  With feathers on the hat...
  We will whisper to fate more than once,
  Thank you for your support!
  The song's not bad, but of course it wasn't my own composition, but taken from a Soviet film. And of course, that's not particularly great. Eh, Spain is a great country, but it's at a turning point now. Portugal is about to fall away, and there's a war with France. And there's a civil war in Britain, too-Cromel overthrows King Charles. And there's a Fronde in France. That is, Spain's last chance to restore its former glory.
  But in real history, the troops of the Castilian Empire were defeated and Portugal finally separated after that, and Spain would no longer be a world power.
  And now there's still a chance to restore its former glory. And Oleg wants to do just that by talking to the young king. He's exactly the same age as him-twelve.
  Twelve is a good age! You're not a teenager yet-teenagers are teenagers from thirteen onward, but you're no longer little. You're perfectly capable of doing great things, at least in fantasy.
  Right now, he's thinking about how to perform a miracle. But then again, why bother? What does Spain have to do with him? Although, of course, it's interesting to change the course of history. At some point, the Castilian Empire, primarily thanks to Christopher Columbus's discoveries, was strengthened by the resources of the American continent and became the most powerful in the world. And then, Portuguese India, along with Portugal itself, was annexed.
  True, there were troubles later. The Dutch revolt, the defeat of the "Invincible Armada." But Belgium was preserved as part of Spain for now. Spain also has an innumerable fleet and a huge population. Its possessions include all of Latin America, part of Africa, India, and Pakistan.
  Although right now Portugal is also threatened with secession. And there's a war with France, now ruled by Mazarin. He's having trouble with the Fronde. And this represents an opportunity for Spain. Victory in France will strengthen the position of the Spanish crown in Portugal as well. After all, strength is always respected, and the strong are followed, and might is obeyed. So, whether Portugal and its colonies remain under the Spanish crown depends on who wins. And there are colonies in India, Africa, and America.
  This is, in a sense, Spain's last chance to become a global leader at sea and on land. And to prevent the rise of Britain, whose strength lies not in its colonies, but in its pirates with letters of marque.
  The imperial palace is heavily guarded. Firstly, it's not easy to approach - it's surrounded by a high fortress wall with towers studded with cannons. And the gates are heavily guarded.
  The guards, however, have an archaic appearance, clad in heavy armor, as if from the Middle Ages, before the invention of firearms. They carry halberds and wear boots with silver horseshoes. And, of course, their guard dogs are powerful Spanish bulldogs.
  Oleg whistled... Well, that was to be expected. The Royal Palace isn't so easily accessible to barefoot boys in shorts.
  Oleg ran up to the guards, stood on his hands, and was ready to dance.
  The chief guard growled:
  - What kind of ragged beggar is this? A circus performer? There's no place for people like him with us!
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - Would you like me to entertain the heir? I think he'll like it!
  In response, the guard commanded:
  - Shoot at him!
  Several archers fired at the boy. Oleg deftly jumped back and caught an arrow with his bare toes. He tossed it and picked it up again.
  A man in a luxurious suit, leaning out from behind the loophole, noted:
  - Very clever! Perhaps he should really entertain the heir! The Infanta is clearly bored!
  The senior guard smiled and replied:
  - Perhaps you are right, Duke! But the boy could be contagious!
  The nobleman answered confidently:
  - It's contagious, so let's wash it off! Come on, kid, tell me, who is the Virgin Mary?
  Oleg smiled and replied:
  - This is the Holy Virgin Mary who gave birth to Christ!
  The Duke nodded:
  - That's right! So you're not an idiot!
  The boy shrugged and replied:
  - No... Although it is unclear if Jesus Christ is the Almighty God, then His crucifixion took place of His own free will, or...
  The Duke grinned:
  - And I see you're a philosopher... Entertain the heir! I think you'll find it both amusing and annoying!
  Oleg nodded and stood up on his hands again, jumping up and remarking:
  - Yes, that's possible!
  The boy's bare toes tossed a pebble into the air and caught it deftly. He was a fine fellow indeed...
  The Duke exclaimed with fury:
  - Well done! I've never seen anyone juggle with their feet. Let's wash it first!
  Oleg objected:
  - I'm clean and my shorts are new!
  Indeed, the boy's short pants didn't look particularly poor. He looked more like an athlete than a beggar. His muscles were very defined, and the boy himself was very handsome!
  The Duke nodded:
  "Wash your heels, they're dusty, and then you can dance for the heir! That's all for now... If the infante is pleased, you'll receive a reward."
  Oleg chuckled and replied:
  - A reward? And what if the heir wants me to be his friend?
  The nobleman grinned and noted:
  - You, a plebeian, are a friend of the Infanta?
  The boy giggled in response:
  - But what if I am not a plebeian, but the son of Jupiter himself, then what?
  The Duke grinned and remarked:
  - You know, what our Tsarevich needed most was a jester! I think you'll do the trick! Let's go take a bath!
  Oleg Rybachenko set off for a wealthy castle accompanied by two maids. The girls were young and beautiful. They were wearing soft sandals; apparently, even maids weren't expected to go barefoot in a noble house. They might think the owner was poor and couldn't afford shoes.
  The boy was taken to a gilded bathroom. They placed him in warm water and poured shampoo over him. Of course, Oleg took off his shorts first. Why should he be embarrassed in front of the maids? They began to wash him thoroughly, especially scrubbing his dusty soles.
  The Duke sipped his wine and hummed:
  My boy, new guest,
  Don't throw a bone to dogs...
  You are a distraction for the prince,
  And you'll get tea and cookies!
  The boy was washed thoroughly and sprayed with perfume. Then the maids dried him with a velvet terry towel. Oleg was quite pleased.
  His shorts were new and clean, and didn't look shabby. And the Duke ordered them to be put back on. He noted:
  - You have good muscles! Well, little acrobat - go and have some fun.
  The Duke took the boy with him. Oleg truly looked more like a circus performer than a beggar. And so the guards let him pass, along with the monarch's relative, without any problem.
  Oleg thought, looking at the opulence of the palace, that it was very reminiscent of a winter palace. And lots of gilding. And lots of mirrors. The boy flexed his biceps and flexed his abs. He really is very handsome, and he has such wonderful contours. Even the maids are devouring the athletic young Apollo with their eyes. And some of the servants, too.
  Oleg even finds it disgusting when men look at him hungrily. It evokes unpleasant associations. Although, if pageboys admire him, that's normal. After all, teenagers often hang posters of artists and bodybuilders on their walls or in gyms. And this doesn't mean they're gay. They just like to look at muscles and be like them.
  There are quite a few portraits in the palace, as well as statues. Spain is rich. He is on the eve of a great collapse, when there will be a battle in France, led by Condé's army. After which Portugal will finally break away, and with it India and Brazil. And then Britain will drive the Spanish out of Florida. The situation is tense. But there is still a chance to stop the empire's descent into the abyss.
  The real question is, why? What does Oleg care about Spain or the Castilian Empire? What does it mean to him? He's ended up here, and it's still unclear whether he'll be able to return before the portal closes. And perhaps he'll have to become an advisor to the prince and the king. And then it will be wonderful.
  Oleg finally entered the throne room. There, the prince was fencing with his counterpart-also a boy. And Oleg was immediately struck by how similar they looked.
  Karl, what was the prince's name, smiled and stopped fencing, exclaiming:
  - New opponent! I hope he doesn't give in to me!
  The Duke replied:
  "Your Highness, no one can give in to you! You wield a blade magnificently!"
  Charles looked at the Duke skeptically. Oleg thought the heir wasn't exactly a fool. Although under him, Spain had entered a period of great decline and territorial loss. Although, of course, the Castilian Empire now had a chance. France was in the grip of the Fronde, and Mazarin's power was wavering, and King Louis XIV was too young to rule independently.
  Victory over France will strengthen Spain's authority, including that of Portugal, which had almost seceded-but only almost. If the French are defeated, the Castilian Empire's authority will be restored. And there will still be a chance to retain control over the world's largest colonies. Indeed, a combined Spanish-Portuguese fleet has a chance of defeating the British, especially if it undergoes some reforms and modernization.
  The boy prince approached Oleg. Since he was wearing boots and the twenty-first-century traveler was barefoot, he seemed slightly taller. But their faces were absolutely identical. Karl had truly been a very handsome, blond boy as a child.
  Perhaps, as he grew older, he became a more ordinary man. But the Habsburgs are an ancient, fair-haired, and quite handsome dynasty. One might also recall Napoleon Bonaparte's son-a fair-haired youth, quite tall and handsome.
  The prince exclaimed:
  - Leave us alone!
  The Duke remarked:
  - We don't know this boy at all! It could be dangerous!
  Karl shouted:
  - My father is ill, and you know, sometimes even dukes are sent to the chopping block!
  The nobleman didn't argue and left the luxurious hall. The prince approached Oleg even closer and remarked:
  - How similar are you to me? Maybe you are my twin brother?
  The boy who had arrived answered confidently:
  - No! I'm from another world! You can consider me a foreigner!
  Karl asked with a smile:
  - What world are you from?
  Oleg replied:
  - You can pretend I'm from Russia! It'll be easier!
  The boy prince remarked with a sigh:
  - It's cold in Russia! And there are polar bears walking the streets!
  The boy who arrived said:
  - That's nonsense! There are many wonders in Russia! Carriages that move without horses, and travel faster than the wind, and entire castles that can fly!
  Karl objected:
  - You're pouring it!
  Oleg shook his head:
  - No! If you want, you can see everything for yourself!
  The boy prince frowned, wrinkled his forehead slightly, and replied:
  "You know, I really want to run around barefoot and roll around in the mud. I'm tired of wearing tight boots and a luxurious waistcoat. Let's do this: I'll give you my clothes and wear your shorts, and you can be me."
  Oleg nodded, their voices were even similar, so the fake wouldn"t be revealed.
  Karl noticed, quickly undressing:
  - Yes, I'd like to run half-naked, or even completely naked, under a hood. And at least get a little break from convention! And how do I get to your Russia?
  Oleg spread his hands in confusion and replied:
  "You know, I'm not sure myself yet. But there are wormholes in time. And with their help, you can travel either to my time or to another."
  The prince became completely naked. He constantly exercised and fenced. And so his body was also quite muscular. Well, not like Oleg's. His muscles were more defined. But still, the difference was small. And the boy's skin was a little darker, but not too much, and the prince was Spanish and not at all pale. So there wasn't much of a difference. Naked, the boys were very similar. And when the prince went barefoot, their heights became absolutely identical.
  So, unless you're particularly discerning, you won't notice any difference. True, the prince's feet were a bit too delicate-his rank forbade him from going barefoot. But that's not all that noticeable.
  Karl asked:
  - And where to look for a molehill?
  Oleg replied:
  - In the forest, but how can I explain it so you don"t get lost?
  The boy prince shrugged. He was naked now, and didn't look menacing-one might even have thought he was a slave. Then Karl asked:
  - And how will you find her yourself, won"t you get lost?
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - I have a good memory. However, if you want, I can draw you a diagram.
  The boy looked around, then remembered he had a pencil in his shorts and a couple of napkins, just in case. He began sketching quickly. The prince, meanwhile, was happily stretching and jumping up and down. He really enjoyed being naked. Especially since April had been hot in Spain, and this day was sunny and so gentle. He was itching to get out into the fresh air.
  Oleg thought it reminded him of Mark Twain's famous novel. And a thought flashed through his mind: why not? He could, for example, become king and change the course of history. That would make him the master of fate-pretty cool. But if the prince were to travel back to his time, wouldn't he end up in a juvenile psychiatric hospital again? But that's his problem. Although, if Oleg were to return, that would be something else entirely...
  The boy who had traveled to another place made a sketch. Karl took a napkin and replied:
  - Well, I'll figure it out! Now take off your shorts and change into mine! Be a prince for a couple of days!
  CHAPTER No 22.
  Oleg didn't argue. He wanted to wear one himself. True, the luxurious waistcoat and shirt were not very comfortable. And the boots were still brand new and unbroken, uncomfortable for a boy who loved running around barefoot. But no matter, at least now he looked like a real prince. And Karl had put on shorts. His face resembled Oleg's. Maybe he had a little less muscle definition, more fat under his skin, and a slightly paler tan, but the difference was negligible. Walking barefoot on the marble tiles of the palace was a joy for a child.
  Karl jumped a few times and answered:
  - OK then!
  The boy prince hid the drawing in his shorts pocket and said:
  - Now give the command to have me escorted out of the palace! And you stay in my place!
  Oleg noted:
  - I don"t know your nobles and pages?
  Karl chuckled and replied:
  - And you order them to introduce themselves! You obviously have a strong memory!
  Oleg nodded:
  - Yes, I'm strong! I'll handle it!
  And the boy who had arrived said menacingly:
  - And now come here to the palace, my subjects!
  The Duke entered, along with several pages. Oleg commanded:
  - Take the boy out of the palace! And give him a couple of gold coins for the journey! If I need him, I'll find him and call him again.
  Karl muttered:
  - Listen to the prince!
  The Duke nodded:
  - Take the boy home! And give him two gold doubloons from the treasury! May the will of the Almighty be done!
  The boy in shorts, who had recently been a prince but now looked half-naked and beggared, walked through the palace corridors, accompanied by guards. Young Karl longed to run outside and take a deep breath.
  But Oleg noted that he felt uncomfortable in his fine clothes and that he now needed to attend to affairs of state. More accurately, no, he's still a prince, not a king. Incidentally, in Spain, the monarch's power is absolute, which comes with enormous responsibility. And the current king is about to die. So, the prospects were like those in a computer game. Like when you're playing civilization. A lot can be played out.
  Karl stepped out into the courtyard. After the smooth tiles of the palace, his bare, childish soles touched the turf. It was ticklish and rather pleasant.
  Although it was a bit hot. And then, unexpectedly, the guard kicked the prince in the butt. Karl went flying head over heels. And twisting, he growled:
  - You will be executed! They will impale you...
  And avoiding another blow, this time he rushed to run with the halberds of two large guards, so that even his bare, childish heels flashed.
  And he ran from the palace with all his might. Indeed, why did Karl suddenly feel fear? Both of the halberd and of his father the king.
  Madrid flashed by with its luxurious houses. But the boy grew tired and slowed to a walk. His feet, unaccustomed to walking barefoot, began to ache after running. And it wasn't nearly as pleasant as it had been at first. And the boy, stepping on a sharp stone with his heel, limped.
  The mood worsened even more when a cart drove past and splashed him with dirt and manure, it was disgusting.
  The houses around became poorer and the boy prince entered the poor quarter.
  No one had paid any attention to him yet. But the street was dusty, with many sharp stones. The local children slapped along without a problem on their bare, rough soles. But the prince-wouldn't it be shameful for him to be out in the street without shoes? His feet were far too tender. And blisters and even beads of blood were beginning to appear on them.
  The prince felt uneasy. Indeed, the pleasure had proven very dubious. And the soles of a twelve-year-old boy were burning.
  Three ragged boys approached him. Of course, they were also barefoot. No poor boy would wear shoes in warm weather, saving them for winter. Even though Spain has mild winters, many children don't even wear shoes year-round, and their soles are harder than the leather of their boots.
  The boys were about the same height as Karl and bristled with fists:
  - Who are you?
  The boy prince wanted to tell the truth, but realized in time that it was inappropriate in his situation and answered by blurting out the first thing that came to mind:
  - I'm a thief!
  The boy grinned. And one of them remarked:
  - Why are you limping, thief!
  Karl began to compose as he went:
  "For stealing, I was given a penance-to wear boots for three years. That's how my feet became so soft!"
  The boys exchanged glances. They weren't entirely pleased with the answer. Still, there was something in it that might be true.
  The red-haired boy noticed:
  - And it seems to me that you are the son of a noble person who wanted to run around barefoot and half-naked. And your skin is a bit pale!
  Karl replied:
  - And I was in prison and sat in a cell, I didn"t have time to get a tan!
  The boys giggled. It was obvious they didn't like it. A teenage girl ran up. She had black hair, but didn't look like a gypsy-a typical Spanish girl. Of course, she was also barefoot in the tropical spring.
  She looked at the boy prince and replied:
  - There's something familiar about him. I think I've seen him in luxurious clothes. He really is the Duke's son.
  The red-haired boy suggested:
  - Let's capture him and demand ransom!
  The girl waved her arms:
  - What are you talking about! Do you want to be impaled? They won't care that you're boys. Let him go his own way. He'll get hungry and then return to his castle.
  The beggar boys began to make noise. Two more boys approached. One of them, older, growled:
  - What's all the hubbub?
  The red-haired boy replied:
  - Well, they caught the Duke's son. He's wearing short pants, and his klegs are covered in blood!
  The older boy was about fourteen years old, also still a punk, and he answered:
  - Maybe we should get rid of this duke's son!
  The girl with black hair objected:
  - What will happen to us for this? Better let him go for a walk. Maybe he'll teach us something.
  A teenage boy asked:
  - Do you know how to play chess?
  Karl answered confidently:
  - Of course I can! Why?
  The little beggar said in a nasty voice:
  - Then teach me! I stole the board and the pieces, but I have no idea how to play!
  Karl laughed and replied:
  - Well, that's possible, although the game is quite complicated! It's not that easy to remember all the moves on the fly!
  The young bandit showed a knife and hissed:
  Ah, as everyone knows, we are a hot-blooded people,
  And we can"t stand the tenderness of calves!
  The boy prince exclaimed:
  - I'm not afraid of your knives!
  In response, the teenager punched Charles in the face. The boy prince, practicing fencing with Spain's finest teachers, deftly dodged. His opponent lunged at him, but the monarch's young son tripped him. The teenage bandit fell.
  He immediately jumped up, but the girl grabbed him, exclaiming:
  - Look how he can fight! He's definitely a duke's son, or even a prince!
  The children laughed:
  - Prince! Why don't we give him such a nickname?
  The teenage bandit suddenly calmed down and extended his hand:
  - Okay, I'll forgive him if he agrees to fight me with sticks!
  Karl nodded with a smile:
  - I'm ready!
  The boy thief, his bare heels flashing, held up two sticks. They were roughly identical and roughly planed.
  Prince Charles and the future King of Spain squared off. His opponent was taller and heavier, and seasoned by life on the court. So it was clear the duel would not be easy.
  The teenage bandit lunged with his stick. Karl dodged it with a barely perceptible movement of his head. The opponent made a wide swing and tried to stomp on the prince's bare foot with his heel. But Karl executed a graceful sweep, and his opponent fell.
  The teenage bandit jumped up immediately. The children clapped. A whole crowd of boys and girls had already gathered, running around with their bare feet, blue-gray from the dust, flashing.
  The teenage bandit grew increasingly enraged and attacked with ever greater fury. But the boy prince was on top of his game, landing light but painful blows to his opponent's body. He also hit him in the kidneys. It hurt the muscular teenager.
  Karl suddenly thrust the stick between his opponent's legs. The strong teenager fell, and so badly that he broke his nose. And the soup started pouring out.
  The boys and girls clapped their hands with joy. Their smiles sparkled, from full-toothed to gap-toothed, from small children to overgrown teenagers.
  The young man screamed and threw a stone at Karl. He dodged it deftly. And said:
  - Anger is a bad helper!
  The large teenager didn't calm down and continued to attack, swinging his staff like a windmill. But Karl had been expertly trained in fencing by the finest masters in Spain. Although perhaps it's physical strength that he lacks, he still fought and demonstrated his superior skill.
  And then his opponent loses his balance again and falls. And even gets covered in mud. Which is quite funny. And the crowd of boys and girls bursts into laughter. It really is funny to watch.
  And the teenager roars and waves his stick, and dirt falls off him in clumps.
  Karl hit him in the already broken nose with the tip of his stick. And the soup started to flow even more. The boy prince chirped:
  Again, blood flows like a river here,
  Your opponent looks tough...
  But don't give in to him,
  And return the monster to the darkness!
  Children, from toddlers to teenagers, laughed, splashing their bare feet. The young bandit, no longer in control of himself, drew his knife and lunged at the boy prince. With one swing, he managed to slash the child, lightly scratching his skin. Karl jumped back, and for the first time in his life, he felt afraid. He retaliated with a blow from his stick, but his attacker struck it with a heavy knife and cut it in half. It became clear that this boy might now be dead.
  And so the teenager pounced, knocked down the prince with a blow from his fist, and raised a knife over him.
  At that moment, a pebble flew and hit the bandit right in the back of the head.
  He fell down dead. It was a dead hit. A red-haired girl of about fourteen, barefoot and wearing a red dress, giggled and replied:
  - Maybe you've heard of Zora?
  The boys and girls exclaimed:
  - Yes, we know you, the legendary Red Zora!
  The girl giggled and sang:
  I love to add and subtract,
  I like to add and subtract...
  The guys are a friendly family,
  And I don"t want you to lose it!
  She ran up to Karl, her bare, dusty heels flashing. She looked about fourteen, but actually younger, just a sturdy girl. A very clever bandit, she led a gang of children. With her were two boys about the prince's age. Karl stood up himself, and Zora remarked:
  "Luckily, the wound isn't deep! It's more like a scratch; it'll heal on its own on a young body!"
  And she giggled, noting:
  "I do have some ointment, though, and it would go away in a couple of hours. But it's long and difficult to make, so I'd better save it for more serious cases."
  Karl managed to get a couple more bruises and replied:
  - It's great here! I almost got killed on the first step!
  Zora giggled and replied:
  - Yes, they can kill you! Join our gang and you'll have reliable friends!
  The robber boy remarked:
  - He fights well, although he is too effeminate. He needs some training!
  Another boy noted:
  - You're good with sticks, but what about your fists?
  Karl replied with a smile:
  - They didn't teach me to fight with my fists!
  Zora nodded:
  "He's most likely the son of a nobleman. Either his parents are in prison or executed, and he lost everything, or he ran away from home to become a vagabond."
  The prince nodded:
  - Yes, I ran away myself! And my father is the kind of person who can execute anyone himself!
  The red-haired girl nodded with a laugh:
  - Romantic! Well, with someone like that, it's even more interesting!
  The red-haired robber boy sang:
  Even though there is no stake or yard,
  But at least they don't pay taxes to the king...
  Workers of the knife and axe,
  Romantics from the high road!
  A few more boys and girls appeared. And they sang in chorus, jumping up and down:
  We don"t want to live differently,
  We don"t want to live differently...
  We walk along the edge,
  We are walking along our native land!
  One of the boys sitting on the roof whistled and exclaimed:
  - The guards are coming here!
  The children scattered, their bare heels scudding. Zora's gang scattered as well. Only the teenage girl herself grabbed the prince by the arm and dragged him along.
  Karl limped. His childish feet, unaccustomed to barefoot walking, were covered in blisters and cuts. Zora was a different matter. She walked and ran barefoot year-round. When you go barefoot all the time, your feet harden and rarely freeze. And winter in Spain is mild. The Pyrenees protect you from the northern winds, and frosts are rare, even though they are a disaster. So winter in Madrid is like autumn in Russia.
  It's unpleasant of course, but if you're barefoot and moving all the time, then it's acceptable.
  Moreover, children in Russia at that time ran barefoot in the snow and learned their lesson. So the feet of the girl and her barefoot crew were strong, calloused, padded, and resilient, unlike the prince's. And for him, walking barefoot became torture.
  And running was even more excruciating. Every step literally exploded with pain.
  But Karl was of royal blood, and he gritted his teeth, trying not to groan or show his anguish. Even though his childish face wrinkled, it was very unpleasant.
  Zora understood this and noted:
  "I see you're a courageous man! And you have noble blood in you. But you know, if your parents are alive and not in disgrace, it would be better for you to return to them!"
  Karl replied with a sigh:
  "If I do return, it won't be now! But when I prove I'm capable of something without servants and the rest of the court!"
  The atomic girl muttered:
  - You're great! You'll be like a brother to me!
  Karl replied with a grin:
  - Isn't this too great an honor!
  The children stopped near an abandoned tower on the outskirts of Madrid. It was rumored to be haunted. And it was the home and lair of gangs of bandits, both boys and girls.
  This was usually where juvenile delinquents hung out; the adults hung out elsewhere. Zora's gang gathered in a circle-four girls and seven boys besides her. Karl became the gang's thirteenth member.
  The girl leader noted:
  - Now there are a baker's dozen of us! It's symbolic!
  Karl chuckled and replied:
  - You know, deep down inside I always wanted to be the devil!
  The thieving children laughed.
  Zora replied:
  - Yes, we are devils, but our life is not hellish!
  And she added:
  - For now, let's eat the stolen piglet so that worms don't appear.
  The piglet had been stolen, apparently from some yard. It was quite large. Plus, there was stolen bread and some pilfered flatbread. The children ate and washed it down with watered-down wine. Drinking just water risked catching an infection, and pure wine could have sent young minds into a frenzy.
  The children ate the non-fuel food, although they were naturally hungry. Karl noted:
  - It's inconvenient without forks!
  The black-haired boy replied:
  - And we have knives!
  Ryzhenkiy added:
  - I throw knives better than anyone!
  Zora added:
  - Except me, of course!
  The boy with fiery swirls suggested:
  - Let the newbie try throwing a knife! Let's see what he's capable of!
  Karl chuckled; his guard bugler had taught him how to throw daggers quite well. But the prince hadn't been taught to fight with his fists-it wasn't a royal thing. Swords were for fighting. But it was tradition for heirs to be taught how to handle bladed weapons. And he replied:
  - Let's throw knives! I don't mind!
  Zora smirked and asked:
  - And are you even better with a sword?
  The boy prince confirmed:
  - Of course! I've been practicing since an early age - it's a must!
  The atomic girl laughed and replied:
  - We have a nobleman! Maybe we should call him a count?
  Karl objected:
  - A prince would be better! That's more suitable!
  Zora giggled and noted:
  - A prince is better? How logical is that! Let's have a prince!
  The red-haired boy objected:
  - No! Prince is a high title! And he will only become one if he can throw knives better than me!
  The rest of the juvenile gang murmured approvingly.
  Karl said with a confident tone:
  - I'm ready! Right now!
  Zora replied:
  - Let's do it! Just wash your hands after eating! And let's finish off the meat so it doesn't go to waste!
  The children began working their jaws vigorously. The prince winced slightly. The smells around him weren't exactly appetizing; they were apparently urinating against the walls. And his feet were starting to itch and hurt, and the boy was afraid of catching an infection from the cuts and blisters.
  Zora noticed this and decided:
  - Okay, so I'll grease your feet and wrap them. Then they'll heal and I'll be stronger. But for now, compete with Fire.
  Karl had to obey. He didn't particularly like being ordered around, but he knew it would be foolish to shout that he was the crown prince-they'd think he was crazy. Besides, he was interested in maintaining his incognito.
  A girl with blond hair handed them five knives each, and a piebald boy drew a circle on a board. Then three more smaller circles and a small one in the center. He hung this board ten meters away.
  Zorya explained the rules:
  "You'll be throwing knives. And they must land tip-first on the board. The smaller the circle you land in, the more points you get. When you've thrown five knives, we'll determine the winner! Understood?"
  Karl nodded and limped toward the knives. The fiery-haired boy noted:
  - He can barely stand on his feet! Maybe we should compete tomorrow?
  Zora objected, stamping her bare foot angrily:
  - Don't put off until tomorrow what you can do today!
  The boy prince confirmed:
  - I'm ready now!
  And he tried to hold back a scream when something sharp pricked the boy"s wounded foot.
  The fire boy jumped up and squeaked:
  - I am a superstar!
  And he was the first to throw the knife. It flew past and its tip sank almost into the very center of the circle.
  The thieving children clapped their hands, it looked delightful.
  Then the prince threw. But not so successfully; the knife landed slightly further off-center than his opponent's. Still, it was a good throw.
  Zora noted:
  - You're on a roll, redhead!
  Then the boys took turns throwing again. This time they were evenly matched. The red-haired boy looked at his fair-haired opponent with some respect. They continued throwing.
  Zora noted:
  - You are a good little light, but the prince is not inferior to you!
  So they threw, and for now they were evenly matched. The prince had throwing experience, but these weren't the same knives, they were special ones. The enemy used a more familiar tool.
  But for now they are equal, only for the first time Ogonyok had an advantage.
  So they threw their knives one last time. The prince stepped on a twig at that moment, and his wounded foot was so painful that it went into convulsions and didn't even hit the board. His red-haired rival, however, was more accurate.
  Zorya noted:
  - It hurts him to stand! Maybe you should quit next time?
  The red-haired boy objected:
  - I won! And he's no prince!
  Karl noticed, wincing in pain:
  - I can throw it again right now!
  Zora nodded with a smile:
  - He is courageous and noble. Let's give him another chance!
  Ogonyok responded, shattering the twig into pieces with a sharp blow of his bare, childish foot:
  - No! I won! I'm the champion!
  In response, Zora threw a pebble at him with her bare toes. It hit the boy under his bare knee, and he took it boldly. He exclaimed:
  - Well, Satan!
  The other children screamed:
  - Let him throw, let the newbie throw!
  Zora confirmed:
  - By decision of the gang council - let him quit!
  Karl picked up the knife. He tried to recall something pleasant. Like, for example, he'd been to a circus performance, and there were some really interesting tricks with lions and elephants. The image helped the boy gather his wits, and he threw.
  The knife flew past and pierced the center of the target. The boys exclaimed:
  - This is awesome!
  Zora confirmed:
  - Truly this is the prince of thieves!
  Ogonyok exclaimed:
  - He was lucky! And since he threw it again, I can too!
  Karl nodded in agreement:
  - We need to give him a chance too!
  Zora exclaimed:
  - Okay, throw it away!
  The red-haired boy was angry and swung too wide. As a result, the knife flew in a high arc and embedded itself in the edge of the board.
  The young bandits shouted in unison:
  - Mazila, mazila! Mazila!
  Fire lunged at Karl with his fists. But the boy grabbed a stick and deftly jabbed him in the knee, sending the red-haired bandit crashing to the ground. He did, indeed, jump up immediately. But the boy prince struck him again with the stick, using it far more skillfully than his fists, and hit him on the sharp point of his chin. And if you hit the sharp protrusion of the jaw precisely, a knockout is guaranteed. And the red-haired bandit fell.
  Zora whistled:
  - This is awesome!
  The largest of their boys, his head shaved bald, had recently been released from prison, where he'd been soundly flogged and was about to be sent to hard labor in the settlements. But Zora bribed the guard, who released the young bandit. And now this teenager, who looked fourteen, looked at her with devoted eyes.
  And he exclaimed:
  - This is not a prince, this is a king!
  The children laughed in unison, and Zora replied:
  - The king... Let's call him the stick king!
  Karl was indignant:
  - What stick! Just call me prince!
  The children laughed and made noise, one suggested:
  - Let there be a king of fighting cocks!
  Zora made a decision:
  - It's late! Everyone's tired! We'll give an answer after we get some sleep!
  And the young gang lay down to sleep and sniffled.
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