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    On the planet Earth, the elves invade and occupy it. President Donald Trump becomes a jester in the harem of the goddess. But fate gives him a chance to get closer to Almighty.
  Tamp is the savior of mankind
   ANNOTATION
   On the planet Earth, the elves invade and occupy it. President Donald Trump becomes a jester in the harem of the goddess. But fate gives him a chance to get closer to Almighty.
   . PROLOGUE
   Planet Earth, like a crystal, blue ball smoothly runs in orbit. She looks so helpless and touching. A representative of the race of elves, richly dressed Bernard Jed, pointed the arrow of the monitor on the image of the human cradle.
   Thinly propilikal:
   - This is a new world where unhappy, humiliated creatures live! Our task is to take them under the protection!
   The girl so similar to the earth, only with pointed ears characteristic for the elven race, in rich clothes and with earrings in her ears, rang out in a thin voice:
   "People are ruining each other." This is their greatest tragedy. We should make them happy with our patronage.
   A brooch from an unknown metal, elves flashed on the hair, representatives of the ancient cosmic civilization. Bright pebbles shone in the brooch. Dominated silver and blue, which was a symbol of a light elf from the population of Luciferstan.
   Another girl with brooches adorned with scarlet, like rubies, only with even more beautiful and bright stones - the sign of the dark elf noticed:
   - Such aggressive races rarely voluntarily go under the protection. They usually have to force this force.
   The third girl is also beautiful, like the others, but with hair in the form of petals of flowers, and a brooch with bright green metal - the forest elf said:
   "We won more powerful in technological, and especially magically, race than earthlings. And if they give up the help they have extended, then we will simply conquer them!
   And three girls in the rank of marshal chorused their hands up!
   Bernard Zhed, elf magister, more like a face with magnificent hair on a girl, and different from the girls only figure and costume, tender voice said:
   - We will try to talk with people as much as possible responsibly and humanely. But in case of failure, for the sake of the good of mankind, violence is applicable:
   Three elves chorused:
   "Come with us Magoplasma!"
   After that, the first one threw up a light-colored elf's shining blue color:
   - Marshal Angel is ready in the quasar!
   The second raised her hand, a dark elf shining with scarlet color:
   "Marshal Beson is ready in the pulsar!"
   The third raised her hand, an elven tree shining with emerald color:
   - Marshal Chaschev is ready in the photon!
   For a moment the hall was lit by a bright flash. And there was an image of a woman of fairy beauty, in gold armor, not hiding, but only emphasizing its charms. Armor over were painted: stones sparkling brighter and more beautiful than earthly jewels, different colors, which can not find an analogue on earth, and amazes with its richest range. Hair written beauty glittered with all the colors of the rainbow, and seven brooches, struck
   elegance and subtlety of work.
   The girl appeared impressed with the marvelous perfection of her unique beauty.
   Standing in the ranks of the elves and elfiks, they shook the muggers and exclaimed in chorus:
   - Greetings to you the Goddess Affa!
   The deity with a radiant smile on his face answered loudly:
   - I am also glad to welcome my people! Your army, I hope, is ready for the next conquest?
   Elves and elf in chorus answered:
   - With us Hypermagoplasma, and the strength of our ancestors!
   Affa answered stiffly:
   "So subdue this sublunary world!"
   . CHAPTER? 1
   The appearance behind the orbit of Pluto of drop-shaped starships, became the biggest news on planet Earth. Astrophysicist Sergei Leonov first saw the canopy constructed in strict geometric form the ships of the elves.
   Sergei did not know yet that they were brothers in reason, but he was so impressed that he overturned a glass of tomato juice. Then he rushed headlong into the bathroom. There bald head bashfully rammed a mirror. From above sprinkled expensive costume jewelry and a large bank of expensive French in spirit, shmyaknulas, professorial bald head. On the spilled spilled spirit, mixing blood with perfume. How the stung astrophysicist howled.
   The professor's wife came running from the kitchen with a rolling pin and warmed her unlucky peasant over the long-suffering head. The lady yelled:
   "How dare you, smash my spirits a beast ..."
  The professor was startled in fright:
   - I have seen...
   The woman fucked again on the broken bald head and panted:
   "You did not see anything!" Pull yourself out, blindfolding the zenks! What you created deserves a guillotine!
   The professor groaned heavily:
   "I need to call the institute ... It's a sensation!"
   - That's when the light for non-payment will be turned off, you will have a sensation! "Your wife threatened." But graciously allowed to go to the old telephone and dial the number.
   After that, though Sergei suffered, but immediately turned out to be a worldwide celebrity.
   Now the news of rapidly approaching subjects a few kilometers in diameter each became a sensation. The whole planet literally zaburlila.
   The situation in the world was extremely tense. Wars raged. The Russian army fought in Syria, Iraq and Afghanistan, and also in the North Caucasus, not wishing to fade the Middle East. The Americans temporarily withdrew their troops and stopped interfering in the situation around the world. So now it was Russia that began to fight in many hot regions.
   Defense spending in Russia has grown proportionately, while the United States has been engaged in domestic affairs and the economy, in fact, not using weapons abroad.
   Economic difficulties created the growth of Islamism in the North Caucasus, and further burdened the economy with defense spending. Although it seems easier to live without the US, but playing the role of a world policeman is a big burden. In addition, the Russian president was seriously ill, and without him everything went wrong.
   The second term of Trump was coming to an end, the US economy was on a big rise, the newest technologies were developing. There was talk of a third term, but this was still talk. Russia has significantly increased its influence in the world, as well as the strength and combat potential of the army, but it cost a lot to the people - all have tightened their belts and taxes have grown.
   Nevertheless, a settlement with nuclear missiles was established on the Moon, which became a symbol of the prestige of the great state.
   But in America there was growing discontent with passive foreign policy, especially in the circles of the elite. Although the United States, having transferred the role of the world police Russia, only benefited, including in terms of security, and the Muslims simply ceased to be allowed into their territory.
   But the great empire also wanted everyone to bend and build. So it is with all the powers.
   But while the world remains with its problems ... And here the aliens are brothers in reason! Wow!
   In the human cities, mass jubilation began. At last the century-old dream of mankind has come true: a meeting with a reasonable form of life. How else? After all, they are brothers in reason, and the older ones, since they managed to reach the Earth. Maybe they can put things in order on this long-suffering planet? Or to give people something new and beautiful?
   In any case, the faith in the aliens is strong. In Russia, which became a hegemonic country, the Security Council met. The President sat with difficulty in his chair, twisting his head. Secretary of the Security Council Marshal Vasily Ovcharov spoke.
   He spoke slightly hysterically, as if barking:
   "We must immediately conduct all military measures and be ready to destroy the enemy with one stroke of nuclear weapons!"
   The Minister of Defense, Tatyana Markova, was more cautious:
   - Since the aliens managed to reach us, having overcome unimaginable distances, their science stands much higher than the terrestrial one. And taking up war with them, we can render as savages, that the T-110 tank attacks with stone axes.
   This statement aroused the approval of the president, who raised his head and looked at everyone with a tired look. There was an outwardly weak, but menacing voice for the whole world, shifting at once armada of tanks, airplanes, ships and precision missiles capable of reaching anywhere on the globe.
   "Brothers came to us in reason." They should organize a worthy meeting, regardless of their intentions. And just in case, prepare a nuclear arsenal for use.
   Prime Minister Shchukin promised:
   "Mr. President, we will do everything right." Let us have little time. While we try to go out with the aliens to communicate.
   President slowly with difficulty, pronouncing the words, said:
   - And no provocations. Even if the aliens came with an evil purpose, we should not open fire first!
   It's hard when you're getting old. The last months of the term are already expiring, and you have not yet decided on the successor.
   And now they came from the sky ... Maybe it was interesting to ask the aliens for an elixir of eternal youth, something that will help to return the years. And not so immediately rush into the bloody slaughterhouse with a technologically superior enemy.
   Starships of the elven fleet quickly reached the target, and were suspended in the orbit of the planet Earth at an altitude of ten thousand kilometers, which now became visible to the naked eye. Three hundred and thirty-three spaceships, The impressive sizes are located along the surface. They looked like droplets, or blue whales, streamlined shape, nimble and nimble despite the size.
   Starships elves moved, as if devoid of inertia, then disappeared, then the opposite arose in the sky. They made a strong impression on the air defense service. The Russian military was extremely nervous. They encountered something inexplicable, and all the inexplicable scares, even the hardened warriors. It's one thing to have an acquaintance and, even more so, a previously battered enemy, and another thing is with someone you do not know, but who does not show great strength.
   But while the elves behaved peacefully. The Russian president delivered a short message to the nation and planet Earth, if already the chief police officer of Russia, and Trump demonstratively ignores.
   Speaking the leader of Russia, he called for calm, and announced that the aliens were waiting for the most cordial reception. That the planet Earth and Russia personally is open to contact with someone else's mind, and in fact it's a joyful occasion to learn that people are not alone in the universe.
   Suddenly, the president's speech was interrupted and a face appeared very similar to a cute girl with a brooch in lush, sparkling hair, and shoulder straps.
   A pleasant, sonorous voice rang on all the ethers:
   "I'm glad that you earthmen prepared for a warm welcome." We are a great cosmic empire Luciferstan is also very fond of you people and offer our patronage. You will be well under our management. We will end with old age and disease, with hunger and wars!
   The president of Russia immediately became animated. He raised his head and asked hopefully:
   "Can you rejuvenate the old man?"
   Similar to a girl with precious shoulder straps, the subject nodded:
   - Of course! Our power allows even this! Become our subjects and you will receive eternal youth!
   The president of Russia hesitated. The prospect of rejuvenation is very tempting when you are already over seventy and you are exhausted by the long-term management of the country. And how many problems. And in Africa, the Russians are fighting in Afghanistan and Central Asia. There is no famine in the country, but the products are very expensive, and most of the economy works for the military sector. The people are growing dissatisfied that Russia has undertaken a difficult mission - a world policeman. And this is a colossal expenditure, for all these peacekeeping operations, and assistance to different countries.
   Yes, of course in the future it will pay off, and Russia will harvest the harvest from the established in different countries puppet regimes. But it's all in the future, but for now it's up to you to make huge investments yourself. One Syria cost tens of billions of dollars, and the Mujahideen all continue the war there. And from the fact that the US left Iraq, it only got worse. And after the Americans left Afghanistan, Russia was forced to come there. And again, wars, expenses, zinc coffins. Trump gave Russia the banner of the world gendarme, but by that he suffered a heavy burden.
   And at that moment the marshal Angel of the Angel gave the order:
   - Carry out an operation and neutralize the Russian missile base on the Moon.
   The detachment, under the command of the warrior Velimara, moved in the surface. Elves, more numerous (they are twelve times more than males) pronounced the techno magic spell, turning into a kind of Centaurs, only on caterpillars, and straight on to the vacuum rushed to the moon. Each girl and boy was surrounded by a cloak of invisibility, making it invisible to radar. Elves landed, near the base. Together with them there were two bear-druids.
   The seizure team synchronously pronounced the spell, and the armored fence around the base turned into beautiful, bright-winged butterflies that scattered in all directions. Butterflies were especially capable of flying in a vacuum. At the same time they paled and dissolved like sugar in space.
   And the elves attacked the Russian soldiers, who defended the base. They just kissed. They did not see the approaching beauties, they simply stopped and turned into bushes of lush flowers.
   And these plants woke up in a vacuum, dope with a honey smell.
   Lieutenant-General Goremykin, commander of the base, managed to run out. Right before him a beautiful elf appeared. A girl of perfect beauty, in boots on caterpillars she smiled at the general and said:
   - You're so old ... Do you want to become a young daffodil, and grow in a moonlit greenhouse?
   General Goremykin replied with anger in his voice:
   - That's it! You flew to conquer Russia, but that will not happen! We will not submit to dictate ... Our missiles are already flying towards you!
   The elf chuckled as she answered:
   "Can chocolate ice cream be dangerous?" Relax the boy and do not be afraid ... My sweet flower ...
   From the palm of the hand, the elf shone with radiation, and Goremykin was directly covered with leaves, and diminished in size, turning into a beautiful flower. Similar to the daffodil, but only on each leaf had its own unique pattern.
   The girl-elf answered with a laugh:
   "However, there is a lot of anger in this man." I lived for a thousand years, but I have not seen so much!
   Marshal Angela gladly informed, the great master Bernard Jeru, with his playful voice:
  - Mission accomplished! The moon is rendered harmless!
   The president of Russia meanwhile asked the leader:
   "You are so young ... Are you in charge here?"
   Bernard answered with a radiant smile:
   - I realize the general command - like a man! But I have three girls-zama!
   The President remarked with surprise:
   - You are so alike ... Sorry, you have your own customs, and we should not stick to them ...
   Bernard released a ring of smoke from his nostrils, which, flying, turned into a diamond necklace, and insinuatingly said:
   - Magic will give everything ... As our servants, you will live in luxury, as you never dreamed of!
   The president choked and coughed and asked:
   "As servants?" I thought it was about equal partnership!
   Then Beson answered sternly, the sparkling of the ruby brooch on her head became much brighter:
   - You are still backward savages, to talk about equal cooperation. The magic on your planet is only in its infancy. You only know how to do it, it's an eerie nuclear weapon, which we just turned into a beautiful ice cream. Many of your individuals are so aggressive that they deserve to be born only in a greenhouse in the greenhouse.
   The president flared with anger and said harshly:
   - No! We do not accept your offer. Please leave our planet as soon as possible!
   Bernard answered calmly:
   "If we come, then we will not leave." And you aggressive primates will be civilized, to a safe level!
   Marshal Ovcharov roared:
   "I said they were aggressors!" To strike them immediately with nuclear weapons!
   The President, trying to keep calm, said:
   - Will you leave our world, leave the Earth alone?
   Bernard and three elf choruses answered:
   - No, it's a cactus! This is already our territory!
   The President said with apparent calm:
   "Then blame yourself!" I command - sweep aliens from our planet!
   Hundreds of nuclear missiles started from the hangars, and rushed to the starships of the elves. They resembled a swarm of ferocious insects carrying thermonuclear charges. But the flattering elves released tiny oak leaves. And these leaves rushed, flashing light to the rockets. As they did not try to rotate and move in orbit, each leaf reached its goal. And the rockets began to decrease, turning into tiny acorns that hung on the leaves. Then, lined up in a line, and right in the vacuum blossomed a grove. It was magical and hung right in the void, demonstrating that miracles happen.
   And the invasion began on the ground. The first to fight were druids-bears. These creatures were first two meters high. But as we approached the planet, we grew up, turning into Everest. And these bears raised their paws, and scattered trying to attack them helicopters or combat ground-attack planes. The missiles tore in the attack planes, practically without harming them. And bears vigorously, like waving their propellers with paddles, and crushing everyone in a row. When buildings fell under their paws, the druid bears crunched them, crushed them into accordions.
   Demonstrated their power ... But the attack went and elfi. Forest girls turned into centaurs and threw magic disks turning tanks into something very beautiful. And the shells did not cause beauties harm, turning into cakes with cream.
   Where there were elfies, groves with wonderful flowers blossomed. Soldiers of all armies of the world turned into beautiful plants. And the more anger in a person, the more vivid and colorful his petals appeared.
   Light butterflies raced on butterflies. Russian fighters fired missiles at them, but any weapon is powerless against magic. Deadly charges turned sweets and candies with bright wrappers. They were spinning in the air.
   Bears-druids after casting a magic spell got rackets, and moved each other planes and helicopters, playing in this way.
   Dark elves forced the soldiers to stone ... Light ones made of weapons, which is delicious and mouth-watering. For example, swinging fins, the fish dived. And the huge modern Russian battleship "Nicholas II", turned into a layered cake. Which looked very appetizing.
   Cake length of three hundred meters swam to the bear-druid, who started it with excitement to devour. At the same time, smacking, so that the cream drained over the wool. And people turned into a biscuit, raisins, pistachios, were digested in the stomach of a terrible magical beast.
   Yes, the battles were impressive, especially when the butterflies were forced to blossom, into the petals of the skyscrapers. Policemen, soldiers, and generally men treated innocuous plants. Special flatter magic knocked out completely all sorts of ardor. And made me smell like the maki of brave warriors.
  But children, too, especially those who were naughty and evil, became either plants. Or, under the influence of dark elves, they turned into large precious stones.
   Where the school team played rugby, there was a whole scattering of magic-created jewels. It is very pleasant to watch and admire such things. But it was created with living people, who were turned into crystals. And this must be admitted to the extreme cruel. But at least they do not suffer.
   The airplane with a magic jet turns into a butterfly. And the passengers flying in it, also became beautiful insects, flying across the sky. Some of them still retained the remnants of the mind, and enjoyed the vaporization and contrast of temperatures in the stratosphere. How it all looked chic.
   Butterflies, and on each wing they have their own drawing. And this picture changes, as memories flash, about the old human life. Druids-bears release magical fire from the mouth, which generates
   Marvelous transformations. And much is changing before our eyes. Attempt to use tactical nuclear weapons, lead to the fact that there are new lush and fragrant chocolates. And numerous elves break off pieces from them.
   One of them took a fair-haired boy in his arms and gave him a piece of chocolates, perched:
   - You will be my slave ... I will keep your personality, not turning into an insect, plant or jewelry.
   The elf-general nodded in agreement.
   "Some of the primates will need to be kept as intelligent servants." But all those who have aggression in their souls, and malice should be rendered harmless! We can not tolerate an uprising against us.
   The Elf said confidently:
   - This boy is very kind. Let him be my slave! I will take care of him as my son!
   The general warned the light elf:
   - Earthlings are essentially savages. Do not spoil them. And slaves even more so. They should be punished severely!
   The elf nodded a magic wave in the sniper and noticed:
   "But animals need our care." Man is quite a complex animal, and you need to handle it with the appropriate tact.
   The general smiled and replied:
   "We will make people happy!"
   Fortunately, the penning process turned out to be very specific. Elves transformed all aggressive individuals into something valuable. They themselves did not bear losses. Any weapon, and first of all small, turned against the elves and the elf powerless. Each warrior was surrounded by protective magic, which turned shells and bullets into something innocuous, and maximum able to smear.
   A magical civilization that conquered several galaxies showed superiority over a purely technological one. Special magic was recharged in generators working on the process of merging quarks and preons. And she warmed up to colossal values. Huge sectors covered the waves, turning everything connected with the war and aggression to dust. Some cities were dropped by selective bombs. And all the evil, or just carrying in themselves at least some aggression people turned to plants from forest elves, jewelry from dark, and beautiful insects from the light. Many transformations took place.
   Elves attacked both New York and Washington.
   The Americans tried to resist. The newest tanks Gladiator, the beauty and pride of the Western tank building, turned into chocolates or honey cakes. It became extremely funny. Elfs during the battle, they ate with tanks, while they themselves drank fuel or napalm. They laughed gaily at the same time.
   Marshal Chaschev peered into a special tray. A pineapple sprinkled with diamonds rolled around it, and the projection of the whole of New York was shown. Trump hid in one of the deep bunkers and tried to lead the US Army.
   The leader of America, despite his considerable age, looked young, fit, and vigorously waved his arms, every word accompanied by a strong mat.
   And how here not to be angry. The enemy walked like locusts through American cities, and literally rebuilt all the buildings and skyscrapers into a pretentious elven mode. More than ninety percent of the population was transformed into something not living, or inanimate, or at best a plant, an insect. And the army dissolved in magic and completely at all.
   She became so, not alive, as if prepared for a children's feast. And this emerged a kingdom where there was no longer a person and his personality as such. People were deprived of their combat unit, and ceased to be people, for man is characterized by an admixture of aggression and anger. This is its property.
   Trump, who raised the US economy to an unthinkable height, ousted China economically from Africa and achieved hegemony in Latin America, now faced a clear challenge to the Yankees' dream.
   Here the Statue of Liberty rose into the air, and turned into a naked girl, with a lush breasts and a trident in her hands. Such a beauty turned out, with a weapon. And in the other hand the torch flared, and the statue began to dance.
   And buildings-skyscrapers from time to time
  And skyscraper buildings jumped from time to time. They have now become themselves are not similar, having acquired unique elf forms - of which not the same one.
   Trump shouted at the five-star General Shvartskof:
   - Where is our nuclear potential?
   Stammering, the general replied:
   - I do not know Mr. President ...
   Trump growled.
   "What do you mean, I do not know!" You are the head of the general staff and you must know the location of any part of us. And you do not even know that, and that!
   The General sighed heavily and answered:
   "But Mr. President, the connection has been broken." Cell phones on the eyes turn into ice cream.
   The US President took a pistol from his pocket. And literally snapped: instead of weapons, he had in his hand a pack of expensive cookies. But Trump did not become angry, and grinning, he unzipped a bright wrapper with the image of toon. They looked like wonderful elves, and when the president began to tear the wrapper, they squeaked:
   - Be careful! Wild creatures should not be aggressive!
   Trump grinned and remarked:
   - Aggression like air, sometimes it shows through, but in the absence it is impossible to breathe!
   The cartoon elf on the wrapper amusedly screwed up her eyes, replied:
   -The war is like a game of crimped cards, only the winnings are always sprinkled with tears!
   Trump smiled sincerely and replied to the cartoon:
   - In a card game, fraud is immoral and punishable, morally and rewardfully in the war!
   A cartoon elf gave out:
   - Do not sit on the stalk, do not eat pie!
   The US President broke off a piece of waffle and said:
   - And that's just eat!
   After chewing and swallowing, Trump said with satisfaction:
   - Tasty though! The taste is exotic, but pleasant. Not bad prepare elves!
   The general timidly gave his voice:
   - You see, Mr. President, we are faced with something unprecedented and unheard of. With that, for the first time.
   Trump said judiciously:
   - Everything in our life happens for the first time, including birth. But then we get used to and win.
   Schwarzkof said arrogantly:
   - Can you, the great genius of the economy, suggest how we can cope with such an affliction?
   Trump began to reason in his ears:
   - Guns are exterminated by guns, planes by air or air defense, tanks by tanks or mines ... Magic is needed against magic ... Then the billionaire stopped and made a calculation added. "But if we do not have magic, then another asymmetric answer is required."
   The general was curious:
   "What kind of asymmetric answer can there be for magic?"
   The President of America replied:
   - The church at all times, in any case, in the Middle Ages struggled with sorcerers. Let it and serve in the struggle with the elven demons!
   . CHAPTER? 2.
   A deep bunker, with many already extinct or blooming, like flowers monitors.
   On the walls in gilded frames hang portraits of outstanding Russian and Soviet generals. They painted beautiful artists with oil. Here and Kutuzov, and Suvorov, Brusilov, Zhukov, Vasilevsky, Frunze, Dmitry Donskoy and others ...
   And their faces are gloomy, for the first time Motherland is experiencing such cruel trials.
   The Russian president, too, was not in the best of conditions. He faced a challenge against which atomic tanks and invisible aircraft with nuclear warheads are powerless. There is a completely different technical and magical level. And it's hard to oppose anything. The more difficult it is to concentrate. The head is cracking, the energy is at zero. It seems that everything is ready to regain his youth, even become a servant of the elves, and then arrange an uprising.
   True, he never liked the revolutions of the Maidans. For example, he did not try to scorch the Baltic region by raising the Russian-speaking population to fight. Even in the Donbass, rebels with tricolor flags, he met cool. Rather, they helped them in spite of, than by his monarch's will. Then, together with Trump solved this problem, despite the fact that the possibilities to expand the riot were.
   But I did not want to include in the composition of Russia the rebels, who could and the future rebel against the Kremlin order. They agreed on a federal compromise and this calmed down. Indeed, the country is burdened by the burden of military spending the very place for rebellion. The people, of course, by themselves will not go to the insurrection. We need organizations that will push it to it. And in the Donbas, there are already such structures, and who will give a guarantee that they, having become accustomed to leftism, will be loyal.
   But the army was strengthened and aircraft carriers were built.
  Only it is unclear how to cope with the magical power that draws shells into candy? It is beyond the rational world. Here you do not know how to approach the space aliens. Can it really be better to give up than to be on a pot? Rational way to save your life, and there it will be seen!
   The Russian president made a request to the center of communication with the petition to send an appeal to aliens. In response, the camera showed how the Ostankino TV tower turned into a huge and magnificent culinary product. It looked brightly colored and very appetizing, but completely useless for information transfer.
   Both the cell phone and the media in the presidential bunker blossomed like shrubs or turned into ice cream. And bodyguards turned to jewelry. The elves asked beautiful transformations without exception - they were aesthetes, but it did not get any easier on the soul. Rather, even on the contrary: this killing beauty oppresses. And especially the feeling of own helplessness. Here you are holding not a cell phone, but a buffet with flowers. And each petal shows a special movie, something that is individual. The pictures show what is happening with the planet. As it is transformed, it becomes glamorous. It becomes beautiful and terrible, in its splendor.
   And the Kremlin towers change their shape, and the domes of churches and cathedrals. Although they vary somewhat slower than other buildings, and to a greater extent retain their previous forms. But the magic of the oldest elven people is very strong. It exceeds the power of earthlings and different religions like an atomic bomb with a quiver and arrows. The elves are billions, they flew into space when people were still running around with stone axes, or even earlier, when the monkeys had not yet taken the sticks.
   Counting many millions of years, the civilization of elves brought to perfection technological magic. Elves appeared on the ground in primitive communal times, and they were revered as gods. Especially often they liked to visit Ancient Greece, having generated a lot of various legends and myths. However, who on earth did not know the elves before their invasion?
   But they decided to take mankind under their control.
   The man was developing too fast. Who will give a guarantee that Russia will not master the thermo-quark and thermopreon synthesis will not go into the galactic expanses.
   If still delay, then it will be more difficult to cope with rapidly growing humanity. In this case, who will guarantee that aggressive primates do not quell the civilization that has occurred from bipedal cats?
   And the elves did not accidentally decide to please the Earth. Behind it stood just animal fear!
   But now the panic has swept the Russian president - the elves are already flying around the Kremlin and they have nothing to oppose. Like monsters broke through the lid of hell and found themselves in the cauldron ... not monsters, but the people themselves, which they brewed.
   What is possible for Jupiter, then the bull is not allowed. Some elves during the battle openly engaged in love with each other. It is certainly beautiful and attractive. But it's pretentious ... The soil itself changed from the effects of erotic fluids. And on the asphalt grew majestic plants, which were not equal on earth, in brightness and splendor. Then new representatives of flora and fauna appeared. Moved walking trees, showing tremendous power. They, however, no longer met resistance, so practically all the combat potential of Russia went through transformations.
   But the huge trees were besieged by churches and cathedrals that were still not affected by the techno-magic. Here the father does not want to turn into a bushes, he crosses himself. And a huge tree, quite aesthetically, slammed the priest with a fist. Well, what will you take from the barbarians endowed with quasi-divine omnipotence. It is necessary to fight the enemy, but numerous trees, with various animals that have landed from starships, are like a demonic invasion. Only priests and mullahs are able to resist the magical transformation. And then not all of them, but only true and profoundly believers.
   But such, kill monsters, in more simple ways. Moreover, any weapon has already turned into culinary products.
   The president of Russia wanted to call himself a priest, but ... All communications have already experienced magical transformations. And anything, to counter it, it became impossible.
   The President was not a deeply religious person. Rather, even he attributed himself to atheists, but never admitted publicly, demonstrating the external reverence of religion. However, I never considered it necessary to resort to the help of a priest when it came to personal matters. But just as she saw it, she received a gift of vision (maybe from glamorous aliens), it was the church that was most resistant to the demonic influence of the elves' magic.
   Now religion has shown its vitality. But very unequal forces. Humanity is so young, against the background of elves, traveling in prehistoric times through galaxies.
   Here flattering elf-marshal of the thicket slipped through the barriers into the underground Kremlin bunker located at a depth of five hundred meters.
  Turned out to be the president. He reflexively snatched the pistol ... And he felt just how the ice cream flowed between his fingers, with what looks like chocolate, only with an even more fragrant and probably sweet. Even the skin you feel the sugary taste of the ice cream into which this pistol turned.
   The president, keeping a semblance of calm, which cost him a lot of effort (he wanted to hush in with hysteria and proceed with curses!), Asked the elf-marshal:
   - Why are you doing it?
   The forest elf asked innocently in the president:
   - Is it that we are doing badly?
   The head of state, with a heavy sigh, replied:
   "You are destroying the planet!"
   The thicket laughed and noticed:
   - We do not destroy, but decorate the planet! It blossoms literally before our very eyes! It's only you people who ruined your planet! You turned the Earth into a giant garbage dump. The Marshal Elf spoke more and more emotionally. "We made a beautiful garden out of it." All the evil and cruel people have become something beautiful. And you, because you are a local king given the opportunity to turn to something beautiful. And the choice is given.
   The thicket smiled broadly, its teeth sparkled brighter than large pearls. - I can, as a forest elf, turn you into a plant or an insect. But if you want to become a jewel, I will turn to Besone, and she from you by choice will make a necklace, earring, ring, or brooch of expensive stones.
   The forest elf mocked mockingly:
   "As you can see, you have a real choice, unlike your subjects, which you have disaccustomed to elect with your authoritarianism."
   The president felt a surge of energy and replied angrily:
   - I did not teach anyone to choose. The last election of the head of state passed according to the most democratic law in the world, and more than thirty people competed with many. And the fact that I won is the result of the merits of the entire Russian people under my leadership!
   The forest elf frowned, and also angrily, replied:
   - Self-confident type ... I'll turn you into a cactus ... Such a beautiful one with flowers.
   A girl with petals instead of hair, and sharpened ears, raised, it was, a hand to release a magical impulse, when suddenly flared.
   All the premises of the pretentious luxurious presidential bunker were flooded with dazzling colors, and even portraits of Russian commanders in gilded frames blossomed.
   A woman appeared, more beautiful than one can imagine. Everything in her sparkled, aggressive perfection. Such, seeing once you will remember forever ... A month under the scythe glitters, and on the forehead the star burns.
   The elf-marshal fell to his knees, exclaiming:
   "I'm listening to the Goddess!"
   Affa raised her proud head even higher and said:
   - You see, I have perfectly coped with the operation on the ennobling of the Earth. Mankind has almost rid itself of its craving for violence and bloody vices.
   The thicket bowed, and answered:
   - Almost ... But it will be soon! Aggressive individuals turn to the beautiful, kind and obedient to maintain their identity!
   The goddess turned her eyes to the Russian president:
   "I see in difficulty what choice I make for myself ..."
   The head of the almost destroyed state replied:
   - I do not care ... Radish radish is not sweeter!
   Affa affectionately said:
   - But I do not care. Given your outstanding mind, I turn you into a precious cup!
   The president of the mouth did not have time to reveal how four lightnings struck him at once: red, yellow, green and blue. And instantly in place of man there was a gleaming dazzling precious stones goblet.
   The goddess beckoned to her, and the goblet flew into her widely spaced palm.
   Affa uttered, filling the container with wine:
   "Let us drink to the victory over the Earthlings!"
   The thicket also got a cup by magic and, clinking with the goddess, said:
   - To continue to contribute to our success!
   The goddess smiled and noticed:
   - Dark elves-marshal is now communicating with the chairman of the PRC, she will probably make of it a gorgeous hairpin that will serve as an artifact. And Angela will mess with Trump.
   And with the American president, and really had to tinker. Trump hid in a Catholic church and clearly did not want to go out, gathering around him a maximum of priests. It was kind of an attempt to protect yourself from magic. And Catholicism as a more ancient religion had a much more stubborn resistance to elven witchcraft than Protestantism.
   And as a result, a band formed in which elven magic was stuck. But here a few enchanted trees began to trivial break the cathedral. If you can not win, then it's better to ruin this is their motto.
   Elves and smaller, but also effeminate elves rushed around the cathedral, which was turned into ruins.
  Druids-bears, divided into hundreds of parts, attacked the clergy and tore them. The roof of the cathedral and its walls were demolished.
   Trump desperately struggled against trying to twist his bears. The billionaire president swore at him, and tried to tear off the paws of the monsters. But they were too strong, and did not want to give in, the desperate yelp of the billionaire.
   There was a radiant Angel. A light elf ordered the bears:
   "Let him go!"
   Trump, being at large, again swore a three-story obscurity and tried to attack the Angel. The girl-elf, being a marshal of course, is excellently trained in various techniques. She gracefully framed the bandwagon, forcing Trump to crash, with a paunch about the cathedral's cathedral.
   The billionaire president rose with difficulty. His eyes spewed a whole cascade of hatred. It would be some kind of witty scam mocking the president of the world's richest power. Trump emitted such an impulse of aggression that Angela felt as if she had been moved with a baton over her head. The girl jumped back and grabbed at the whiskey.
   Trump grinned and began to step on the marshal, holding in his hands a heavy, silver cross:
   - That the destroyer of the cathedral, and the murderer of the priests do not like you Divine power.
   And how to put a light elf with a cross. That in response as zapishchit, and bounce, as if scalded.
   And the billionaire president frowned and shouted:
   - May you be forgiven of your sins!
   Bear-druids attacked Trump. But felt the touch of the Christian symbol began to smoke, and frightened growl. It really hurt. And even bears are roaring in all their once dried up throats.
   The billionaire president, frightened off by the druids, moved toward the Angel. She waved her foot, several elves gave a volley of bows along the Trump. But the arrows did not touch the brave billionaire. Trump as prooret:
   "Now I'm really angry!"
   And he pounced on the Angel. The marshal barely had time to jump, but the cross touched her leg. The elf boots melted. Her leg became barefoot and defenseless. And the girl herself lost her aggressiveness. I stepped on a bare soles on the church artifact, and felt a burn. And it hurts, because you're just a girl, even for you and twenty thousand years!
   Angela howled and fled. She lost, and the second boot and now flashed barefoot, pink heels. How she looked now touchingly more like a victim than an executioner turning human soldiers into lilies of the valley and dragonflies.
   Other elves also lost their shoes under the influence of the cross. The girls had very beautiful and seductive legs, impeccable from the point of view of human beauty. And when their bare, round heels flashed, it looked so charming that Trump softened and suggested:
   - And let's make love to you! Agree, so all of us will be much better!
   Lustful elves became interested, and they prayed:
   "Just do not fall us with your mighty cross!"
   Trump, lowering the sacred weapon in a conciliatory manner, said:
   - I will not!
   The girl and the Elf family, getting rid of their clothes, attacked Trump. A bunch of naked bodies intertwined, and voluptuous cries and sighs were heard. Everything became good especially for Trump.
   But, for example, Russian Marshal Ovcharov was not at all to laugh. The last bulwark of Russian defense stormed, just cracked down on the Chinese chairman Beson. Black alefica tread on jewelry jewelry, which turned the Russian soldiers.
   I entered the hall. Marshal Ovcharov and his generals opened fire on a spinning maid of machine guns, pistols, and other types of guns. The marshal even had a pocket, the world's first blaster. That is, radiation weapons of individual action.
   Diamond beads rained down on Beson and the other elves. She literally fell asleep rain of jewelry. The sorceress of the dark forces looked at people with contempt. They wanted to hit it with the help of human weapons. Yes, they elves have long been already in the primary classes of the kindergarten. And what could these little people come up with.
   The warriors of Russia turned to figurines, and froze. There was only one Marshal of the Ovcharov left. How to say the last, and for a snack.
   Beson grinned with a caress and asked:
   "What should I turn you into?"
   The Marshal replied sternly:
   - You are strong with your hellish magic ... And why are you standing in a fair fight? Can you show me the class ...
   Beson grinned.
   "Do you want an honest fight with me?" Excellent! Let's have fun!
   Elfika instantly arose in her proud nakedness. So she looked even more beautiful and seductive than when she was strewn with jewels.
  Her body is perfectly and impeccably measured by earthly standards. The nipples of the breasts are bright scarlet, and very seductive, and the clean skin is golden-olive. She is a marshal girl, she is very beautiful, although she is almost three hundred centuries old. But while the girl is fresh and clean like a daisy. Immortal elves, live, do not age very long ten millennia, but even their lives come to an end.
   But Besone still a lot of ten millennia to the end. She is cheerful and energetic and has not yet had enough of life. Now, having remained naked in front of an unfamiliar man, and even an enemy, she felt a spiritual uplift in herself. As it's great and turns you on.
   Hand-to-hand combat as it winds!
   Elfika and a large marshal of almost the same height, Beson, even a little lower and thinner. Marshal Ovcharov had a black belt in karate and was considered a famous fighter. Therefore he moved with fierce hatred and moved to the naked devil.
   But the one has so much experience, and the main advantage in speed. Beson made Ovcharov miss and by inertia fly forward. Marshal flopped, but immediately jumped up.
   And barefoot fingers Elfiski grabbed his nose and squeezed like a mite.
   Ovcharov screamed desperately, and was tempted to hit the tendon. He did it, but the elves have stronger muscles. The leg of the girl withstood the blow, and the nose of the marshal turned into a plum.
   But Beson let him go, and, with a wink, blurted out:
   "Come on, attack me!"
   The shepherd tried a desperate assault, but ran into a naked, girl's heel in the chest. Tychok knocked his breath, and the marshal fell, unable to hold convulsions.
   Beson helped the marshal to get up, and thrust his naked breast into his face. Ovcharov's lips touched the scarlet nipple and felt all his sweetness. It's delicious to feel the body of an eternally young elf. And the marshal was stupefied by such similarity.
   Again attempt of impact. The marshal's elf did not even dodge. It's interesting when the fist of the black belt on the carriage will move you across the face. The bodies of the elves are much stronger than human ones, and for Besona this is just an easy massage.
   And the battle continues. Ovcharov attacks, and lets in the solar plexus knee. Another blow and the Russian marshal breaks the right-hand unit that has substituted the block.
   The dark elf chuckled and said:
   "Man is a pathetic creature!"
   Ovcharov responded:
   - No! This man sounds proudly!
   The elf grabbed the marshal by the hair and tilted his head to the grotto of Venus, saying:
   "If you'll lick me a tigress, I'll keep your identity."
   Ovcharov bit back the elf for the most sensitive place. The girl screamed and threw the marshal away. She was beyond all bounds of anger. The warrior roared deafeningly:
   "I wanted to make you my brooch, now you'll be a night pot for slaves."
   And the Marshal Elf read the spell. In place of a man, a golden, night pot indeed arose. Elves loved gold, and even servants used it. And so Ovcharov's career ended. But at least he managed to hurt the marshal-elf.
   Beson said with fury:
   - It is a pity that we are elves are so perfect that we do not cope with the need. Otherwise, I would find you despicable to drink to the end a bowl of humiliation and shame. But let's see what - you will feel when you will urinate slaves.
   The elf-general shyly asked:
   "Is a night pot capable of feeling?"
   Beson smiled ominously.
   - In this case, I tried to keep his personality. He will feel everything, but nothing is able to say and do!
   A sensual light elven girl cried:
   - It's a pity! How cruel it is!
   Beson giggled, struck the golden pot with her elegant, bare foot, sang:
   - I got caught, which bite!
   Alas, the fate of the Russian marshal was unenviable: the last of the military survived the humiliating transformation. The planet Earth was conquered quickly and practically without losses. The planet that the elves visited more than once was captured.
   Beson is certainly a bitch, but it was she who staged a safari during the Battle of Stalingrad and began to shoot down German planes, primarily the dive bombers ХЕ-177. The Germans then thought that this machine is defective, but in fact the dark elf was entertained. I shot down hundreds of German cars with magical, invisible arrows, and to the Soviet units that heroically defended Stalingrad, there were fewer enemies and it's easier to fight back.
   By its merits, Beson has earned herself the star of the hero of the USSR, but ... She could just as well shoot down Soviet aircraft. She still had
   whom to shoot down, and whom to destroy. Lucky then Russian.
  But in fact in the forty-first year, in June, several elves just helped the fascists achieve major successes. And also not on purpose - having fun. And the other in the meantime, in the winter of 1941, gave the Nazis a strong light near Moscow.
   In general, on land, many amazing events occurred due to the intervention of elves. That's why Genghis Khan conquered China, although how much of that Mongolia? And the Chinese army is not only numerous, but beautifully armed with rockets, guns, flamethrowers. Well, Genghis Khan did not have the slightest chance against China.
   However, the elves intervened and killed the more numerous Chinese army. Too entertaining, chose a more interesting goal. They helped to defeat Byzantium Arabs, and Napoleon to seize Europe. But then they ruined the same Napoleon.
   Many things in the world of people have made a wonderful elf. But now they have decided: it will be enough for mankind to develop independently. Let them switch over to full control.
   But how else can this be done, not through violence. Of a hundred people, only seven, the most calm and kind avoided the transformation. Destroyed the roots of human aggression, the elves left in the quality of servants of hopeless pacifists. And now the human turned out to be incapable of resistance.
   Only one Trump was the last bastion of human ability to violence and abuse.
   Now he was making love to the elf. But his strength was clearly not enough for everyone and the billionaire president died.
   And then appeared Affa, the most beautiful of the goddesses. She, smiling radiantly, offered Trump:
   "You're a funny cutie, and the only one who managed to resist us."
   The billionaire president frowned and said:
   - Yes he could podpalit elfichkam heel! And I'm proud of it!
   Affa then suggested to Trump:
   "Let me be your personal servant." Keep your consciousness, and you can, like other elves live tens of thousands of years!
   The billionaire president, frowning, asked:
   - And eternal youth?
   The goddess confidently replied:
   - And it will be! But first, be a bit like that, as there is an old man. I'm already fed up with my always young, servant-like servants. And you're an old-fashioned pussy, so unusual and funny. But do not worry, you'll feel good all the time.
   Trump could not resist the vulgar remark:
   "And then you'll extend the dignity to me!"
   Affa nodded, answering:
   - It's by itself! More fun I will deliver!
   Trump wittily remarked:
   -In chess, time trouble at the end of the game, in politics from the very first step!
   The goddess, who is very familiar with the oldest game, replied:
   - In chess, they do not take moves back, politicians do it at every turn!
   And then Affa corrected Trump. "But you will not have a time trouble." There is a lot of time ahead of us. You can enjoy almost eternal happiness with me. I will reveal to you the abyss of the cosmic empire, where the elves and many other peoples live. And you will like it with us.
   In response, the enthusiastic Trump picked up a rather heavy stomach (in elves such ugliness is unthinkable) and sang;
   From the beauty I want, in happiness to live,
   To God gave good luck a little!
   And together with a nice evening wandering around,
   Do not just alarm us!
  
   Under your feet are mugs,
   Broke the flower odorless, yellow-red!
   And he devoted poetry to his beloved,
   So that every moment with a dream was beautiful!
  
   In the sky, clouds, a drop in the palm of your hand,
   Kissed you - in the heat sank!
   This fire is unbearable to passion,
   To suffer suffering, learned to suffer!
  
   Around the desert - it burns quiet,
   Drills the temple and pulls the roof off the hinges!
   But my dove, you fly to eternity,
   And the hassle of wings, I can hear by the wind!
  
   Yes, I know it's true - it's not return,
   What was in Eden, we used to be with us!
   Pinned to the face, your naked chest,
   I need will and great strength!
  
   The cliff above us is gloomy and unfriendly,
   And the wind blows, the evil wave gushes!
   Wind the whirlwinds in the sky of the loop,
   And a flock of gulls - a riotous horde!
  And your look has changed and has become cheerful,
   We squeezed our hands - the power is a triumph!
   There is no break in sorrow, I will be honest,
   In a land of great luck we live!
  
   In the mouth I kiss - I'm glad to admire,
   And that was not, without meaning conversation!
   The booty is shared by the embezzlers,
   They will suffer a severe sentence!
  
   And the dull bad weather recedes,
   On the horizon, a ray of smoke is painting!
   And we were in burning power,
   More precisely, I could not express the thought!
   Affa radiantly smiled and, patting Trump on the back, replied:
   - You are simply wonderful and unique. One and a half million years I live in the light, but I did not see anything funny.
   The billionaire president answered in a pompous voice:
   "A politician, a legal pickpocket, and Trump is a pocket in law!"
   Affa smiled and replied:
   - Yes, you do not need me, then you will live ten million years like me, and then you will end up in divine nirvana.
   Trump with a feeling of ill-concealed hope asked:
   "And will you make me a god?"
   Affa rock glittering brighter than the stars of the teeth, sang:
   - Everything impossible is possible in our world ... It is not necessary to be cautious ... only in the toilet!
   . CHAPTER? 3
   Now Trump turned out to be the servant and clown of the goddess Affa. It was quite a troublesome post. The goddess was very fond of tweaking and amusing herself in very peculiar ways.
   In particular, she wanted to turn an old man into a boy. Well, it occurred to such a whim, and run it into the city of the elves.
   And that is very funny. Especially for the goddess to admire the work of her hands.
   Trump, who has become such a jerk is so funny. He wrinkles his forehead, mutters something under his nose.
   It does not often happen when an old man turns into a child. Although elves of a particularly higher order can do this. A goddess like this and just once spit.
   Affa asked her fool:
   "How's the feel of Trampic?"
   The former American billionaire president, and now turned to the boy grinned in a childish smile:
   - Not bad! I, frankly, feel amazing!
   The goddess looked affectionately at Trump and nodded.
   "Do you want to stroll around the galactic capital?"
   The boy and former president Donald Trump answered:
   - I would be happy to see the sights of your capital. When I myself become a god, I will build myself, something even more majestic.
   Affa nodded in agreement.
   - Well my boy!
   And opened her beautiful mouth and ... Suddenly, a fountain of Magoplasma blazed, and Trump's boy embraced the fire of sorcery.
   The space is flooded with a flaming, every second flashing flame ...
   Hellfire, flashing and devouring all the insides, crushing the flesh. A volcano that burns out everything that is alive inside. How familiar it all is! But this time, maybe hell is real ?! Patience - and here the pain subsides. Donald Trump opened his eyelids.
   He thought he saw the starry sky. From a surprise, he screwed up his eyes and then again opened them with an effort. Yes, indeed, he sees a strange starry carpet. An unearthly origin, extremely densely strewn with precious garlands of heavenly bodies. Tens of thousands of brightest stars are blind and stunning imagination. The body seemed to float in a vacuum, not feeling the support. The unprecedented spectacle so shocked the boy and former president that he fainted, disconnected from reality.
   When the ability to think again to him returned, he could already control emotions. Under him there was solid ground again, he struggled to his feet.
   The spectacle that appeared before him was not for the faint-hearted people. At first the boy president thought he was going crazy. Grand city, the capital of the galaxy of the elven empire, one of the greatest cities of the Babochkazar cluster appeared in all its wildest beauty.
   Luxurious multi-kilometer skyscrapers, gigantic temples, incredibly giant statues, cascades of gardens and fountains, glowing devices, huge billboards on which could fit fifty Olympic stadiums and much more. If you add millions of different colorful and extravagant flying machines, then for the seventy-eight-year-old boy president of the early twenty-first century this was beyond all limits.
   And yet, Donald Trump did not feel fear. There was an extreme excitement, and even indescribable ecstasy at the sight of such unimaginable
  colorful splendor created by the hands of intelligent beings. Everything in this metropolis was grandiose and charming.
   A few stars shone in the sky. The brightest pink-yellow star, two green, one blue and two almost invisible cherry-sapphire, which is natural in such intense light. Nevertheless, despite the strong light, my eyes did not cut and it was not hot. The temperature is very pleasant, a slight cool breeze blows.
   The president boy, now a jester, walked along the seven-colored sidewalk, the sidewalk framed by flowers, statues, multicolored flashers, crystal-polished tiles. Barefoot, children's soles felt very smooth, even, perhaps, slippery like ice, giving luminescence, but fortunately not too hot surface.
   Everything in this futuristic megalopolis was mirror-sparkling and dazzlingly magnificent, even waste heaters were made in the form of exotic animals and birds. They opened their mouths and politely thanked them when they threw garbage. When Donald threw off the melted and warped boot of the mini-elf from the sidewalk, a bird scavenger jumped out of the sidewalk.
   She was with the head of an eagle, but disproportionately with a large beak, the body of a striped eggplant framed by three orders of lush petals. Each row differed in color and shape of shoots, and wings did have a mobile coloring video.
   A feathered and at the same time a flower scavenger swallowed shoes that had become unusable, and melodically chirped:
   "We have no reason to torment ourselves in doubts!" In the whole universe there are no more desperate guys! Throw the garbage these men - Elf bull stranger kill! Elf-bull stranger kill!
   Donald was wiggly waved the "scavenger-prima donna" hand and gave out:
   - The most amazing thing about a person is that it does not surprise with enchanting, but it's amazing the banal!
   However, it is strange that heavy military footwear melted, and he himself did not receive, even small burns. However, the clothes seemed to be not too damaged, although the luxurious overall was lost. But something is preserved, and he is not so ashamed to walk around the city in a smart T-shirt and shorts, normal clothes for a boy in hot weather.
   Although he became a boy, Donald Trump, and embarrassed his bare feet, extremely inappropriate in the capital, where every statue, car, fountain, composition, or other construction shone with deafening flashy luxury. As a beggar in the government quarter of the richest New York City, one can not help blushing when someone approaches you.
   Pedestrians in the streets at the moment a little, mostly they were children. As it is one of the central sectors of the metropolis, eminent elves and elfies settled here. There was a period when mini-soldiers and elves were given a short vacation, that to learn at least a little bit of life without a debilitating drill, let them feel the joys of childhood.
   In addition, this small gap in comparison with the barracks period was a kind of encouragement, for success in studies and combat training.
   Although a little opportunity to dispose of time at your own discretion is happiness! That's why a kind of harmless laughing guys, many of whom, joyfully playing, even flew into the air, did somersaults, turned the kuliedoscopic holograms, gave the magical city a wonderful idyllic appearance.
   Curious Trump wanted to approach them and ask a couple of questions, but he was afraid. I was afraid that peaceful, beautiful, like elves, boys and girls in their sparkling costumes might not be as peaceful as they seem at first glance. Especially for people usually not typical; even the girls played in apparently military games.
   True, it seems that unfolding fabulous and type of anime-fantasy, not man-made battles. The individual holographic projections were large and so bright, believably reproducing details. What seemed and in fact suddenly from somewhere in the air there are fairy-tale castles, fortresses and houses, and then disappear.
   Dumbfounded by the boy president he saw everything went on and on, continuing to examine the city. What stunning trees and gigantic in tens and hundreds of meters of flowers with fountains and flying animals hang on crystal balconies, pouring into the sun with a multicommodity scale.
   On the petals of flowers arise, constantly changing various, moving pictures, most often single combat of various inimirians, or battles in retro style.
   "Maybe it's force fields!" Thought the president boy, rubbing his temples, his brain was ready to boil over with an abundance of impressions. "There were a few lights, such a play of light and colors is not reproducible on our planet! What strange shapes they take from their creations of the mind!"
   Here one of the spherical buildings hung on seven legs, edged with leaves, framed with precious stones, painted each under the color of the flag of the elves of Luciferstan. Another structure was executed in the form of a seven-pointed star and slowly rotated around its axis. Other buildings resembled New Year trees, cakes with o In the lower floors of the luxurious buildings were full of colorful entrances and exits with the names displayed on the screens. And what's strange, all the names are absolutely understandable, restaurants, shops, entertainment centers of all levels and types, various services. This was reminiscent of the much-increased and incomparably more luxurious Central presidential prospectus of Washington.
   When he first saw him, Donald Trump was still very young, remembered how shocked he was to the depths of his soul and now, literally, devoured with his eyes a dazzling imperial splendor. Of course, much here has no analogues on Earth.
   Well, what kind of human designer will put his head down the spiers, domes and pools with colorful creatures and indescribably formidable monsters. Even scary to look, it seems that everything is about to collapse on his head.
   One of the elven girls flew over him, slightly touching the shiny shoe. Donald slightly swayed, he was already tired, walked a few miles on foot.
   "You probably have not eaten for a long time, starry warrior," the angel-girl roared with a silver bell.
   Moving tracks, if there were, then, obviously, turned off. Apparently, in the ultramegalopolis of the distant future, excessively cared for the physical form. The surface became more rough and bare feet began to sate and itch. Donald, really, really wanted to eat, because it feels like it's not the first day of hunger, except for that ...
   But who can know how much time he spent in communication with the goddess, who practically did not feed him, but just had fun ... Trump was not really excited.
   In the street full of colorful calling machines: "It's time to refresh!".
   Rationally thinking Donald decides:
   - Two deaths do not happen, but with an empty belly is not life!
   Just had to go to the machine, as soon as a three-dimensional projection of a beautiful seven-colored girl with wings appeared. In a language that seemed English, the wondrous nymph said:
   - What does the small but daring conqueror of the universe want?
   "Eat it!" Trump said honestly, a hungry shine was read in the blue eyes of the president's boy.
   "A set of one hundred and fifteen million products is at your service." - Finished fairy fairy, adding the size of the wings.
   - Then the ice cream "White House", lemonade, juice, cake and chocolate. The delighted tomboy president babbled.
   - And what kinds? Specify the order! - There were two girls, and they struck unnaturally large.
   "It's all the same, if only it's delicious." - Trumbled muttered Trump, helplessly spreading his hands.
   "It's the most delicious?" In accordance with the most mass standard? - Apparently cybernetic servants have repeatedly had to deal with clients who do not understand what they want.
   - Yes! Donald blurted out relieved.
   "Raise your hands, look straight ahead." Or get your personal identification card, mini soldier. - The holographic nymphets were chorused.
   The boy-president raised both hands. A dim yellow light flashed, apparently, it was scanned.
   - In the card file, your identity does not appear, you do not have a personal military card, so you can not be serviced. - Squeaked girls and immediately turned purple, crossed their arms in the prohibitive gesture of steep elves.
   Donald Trump hurried away from the machine, his heels were burning in the literal sense of the word. Here, it seems, is technotronic identification communism. Trump sat down on a breezy boudoir, rigidly hunched over and propping his chin with his hands. I thought ... The future was drawn in the darkest tones. He is completely alone in another galaxy, surrounded by an inimirian, creatures, worse than the most predatory, wild beasts.
   And in the head can not come any saving idea. Oliver Twist and it was better in London, there are at least the same people as the homeless thug. And where will he go? Can he surrender himself, counting on mercy in prison? There at least feed, even in such a humiliating way, through the hose.
   "Why are you so despondent, photon?" What I see, lick. It seems you want to drive princeps plasma into the stomach?
   An unfamiliar boy in glittering clothes held out his hand, smiling. How humanly it is! The face of the elfin is round childish, not at all evil, in advertising for proper nutrition to be removed, only presses the palm too much. The forehead is tall, the hair is light, wide-set blue eyes. True, a tanned, wiry arm, as if made of steel, capable of breaking a bone. Donald struggled to restrain himself, not giving a look that it hurts, the child's hand is compressed as if in a tortured gripe.
   He only honestly said:
   - Yes, I'm hungry!
   "You seem to be from remote colonies, you are very singed, and your appearance is shabby, strange." - Said with a little sympathy in the voice of a young elf.
   Donald cast a bewildered look at himself. Clothing, in fact, in places has already begun to smolder, and the skin, flushed with red, covered with. Toli from local radiation, or belated reaction to an explosion. Trump felt an icy chill in the stomach and said in a trembling voice.
   - Guessed, I was in the epicenter of the thermo-charger.
   "I'll take food with the utmost speed, then I'll tell you." - The boy ran as if in an accelerated filming, without touching the boots of the artfully decorated cover of the avenue.
   Why Donald felt the confidence in this cub of ferocious elves is difficult to explain. Maybe the young years and stress affected. Returning the new drugan threw him a few pink, to the pangs of deliciously smelling buds. The former president began to talk about nothing without hiding, boiling over, he wanted to pour out his soul.
   The elf boy listened attentively. He was as tall as Trump, and he must have been even fewer years old. During the conversation, his beautiful face was always played a pure smile. True, the teeth of the race-warrior's child are already very large, whiter than snow, the rays of several luminaries reflected from them by the sunbeams. The food taken in the vending machine turned out to be excessively tasty, it overexcited the receptors and, instead of saturation, fueled the appetite.
   When Donald had finished speaking, he was silent, the young elf reasonably said:
   "Yes, it looks like a miracle, but here you can not survive." You quickly calculate, especially since every day there is a computer check of all persons. A couple of days ago, very close, there was such a "plasma torch", the starships were torn, as in the superfairwork. Even from the surface it was clear how the tattered ships blossomed the sky. It's good that the main "chad" went behind the line.
   The elf-child pointed to the central star of Bethimur.
   "Now everything has become much stricter, a total verification regime." And earlier the control was serious. Surely, even this machine, like others, is connected with the Department of Love and Justice.
   - So you have a secret police called? - Donald grimaced in a smile, how ridiculous the concept of love for the nation sounded, against which the fascists were kindergartners.
   - Yes, there are several departments, and everyone is talking about love. The boy lowered his eyebrows together, and his gaze became stricter. "Like a mockery of common sense." Even my father, an economic general of the fourth rank, is afraid of these departments. Come on, get out quickly. I'll take you.
   "It's too late!" Here you are, darlings! - A roar of hyenas rumbled like a roar.
   Several armored figures, already familiar druids-bears, like ghosts materialized in the air.
   - On your knees and hands up!
   Donald Trump, was, jerked, and immediately got a charge by a magicalizer. Consciousness disconnected.
   When the boy came to himself, he stood in the center of the colossal coliseum. Knowing the story well and watching movies, Trump felt an association with Ancient Rome. Only on the seats did not settle people, but various kinds of unthinkable creatures. Boy's vision from Donald became very sharp. And he saw in the stands of bee-like individuals with elephant proboscis, and similar to grasshoppers with jellyfish heads.
   The elves themselves sat in separate luxurious armchairs, and every now and again jumped up, not wanting to sit still. Together with them quietly sitting dense men with faces densely overgrown with beards.
   "Dwarfs," Trump guessed. It must be cool! And the boy, the former US president, wittily said:
   - Elf guys are elf ... No matter how insulting! Well, if a dwarf stands up, the elf is not visible!
   Trump felt a surge of energy. The sad mood fell from him at once. He's young and strong, after all. It's good to be back in childhood and become a boy again.
   And in the meantime, in the arena of the colossal coliseum, a barefoot elf began to run out and announced:
   - And now Julius Caesar will declare an opponent to this young man!
   Trump puffed and muttered:
   "O Caesar, Caesar, who has beheld you with dead bones!"
   Then a human hologram appeared (and it really was a man, not an elf) with a golden wreath on his head. In contrast to the eternally young adolescent elves, Caesar was already aged and thin with an aquiline nose and a piercing gaze.
   Apparently he heard, pronounced by the boy-president and severely twisted his eyebrows roared:
   - What are you talking about plebeians ...
   Donald Trump was offended:
   "What a plebeian I am!" I'm a patrician in the tenth tribe!
   Julius Caesar unexpectedly matched, replying:
   - Here you will overcome the enemy, then you can call yourself a patrician!
   Donald chuckled and rubbed his barefoot, boyish leg with a trickle of blood, barked:
   "Are you weak with me?"
   Julius Caesar angrily replied:
   "And you have not grown to me before!"
   Donald, giggling into a fist, remarked:
   - Not everyone thinks so!
  Julius suddenly softened:
   - Our radiant elves say that he was an earthly ruler ... There we will fight!
   Trump pouted, like a turkey, and said:
   - Let it be so!
   The rostrums rustled ... The sporadic horde gurgled. But Julius Caesar said sternly:
   "But you still deserve to fight me!" First you fight the monster!
   Donald frowned and muttered:
   - Are you really not a monster?
   Caesar was laughing at these words, and he ordered:
   "And since you're still too young, I'll ask the Goddess to make you a little more."
   Trump did not have time to reply. He really grew up, turning from a boy of eleven to twelve into a beautiful young man.
   Donald Trump felt a tide of wild power and clenched his strong fists with full knuckles. Here he will be ready to fight ...
   The monster flew out suddenly. The former American president did not even have time to consider it. It was something like a giant toad. Two masses: large and small collided together. There followed a semblance of an explosion.
   The body of one of them, the blood spattered body, shuddered feebly ...
   In my head - a cannonade, you seemed to be covered by an explosive wave that split the flesh into molecules that continue to tear, burning like miniature atomic bombs flares. A force of will, a desperate attempt to assemble - and here the crimson veil seems to settle slowly, but does not cease to spin before your eyes. Mist as if with tentacles clinging to the surrounding space ... It hurts, the flour in every cell of the torn body.
   - Seven eight...
   The voice of the impassive computer is heard, muffled, like through a dense veil.
   - Nine ten...
   It is necessary to rise quickly, to rise sharply, otherwise there will be an end. But the body is paralyzed. Through the thick red-smoky haze vaguely visible enemy. This is a huge three-legged monster - a paraloroid. He had already raised his thick and long crest, preparing with enormous force to tear down the blade of the living guillotine.
   Two huge claws on each side predatorily opened, the third limb long, the prickly whisking tail of the scorpion, being behind, impatiently scratched the cover of the arena. A yellow, smelly saliva, sizzling and smoking in the air, dripped from the opposite, bumpy, green muzzle warts. A hideous freak hung over a muscular, bloodied human body.
   - Eleven twelve...
   Now the words become painfully deafening, like hammer blows through the eardrums. The computer considers a little slower than the standard terrestrial measures of time. Thirteen is already a knockout.
   The decision was born in a fraction of a second. Suddenly, sharply straightening his right leg, and using his left as a spring, in a furious rage, sprawling like a leopard, Donald Trump jumped up and inflicted the strongest loquacus directly over the nerve center of an alien monster - a silica-magnesium hybrid of crab and toad. The blow was strong, sharp and precise, and also coincided with the oncoming movement of the beast. Monster sub-space (an intermediate habitat, capable of traveling between the stars replenishing with the energy of electromagnetic waves, but in inhabited worlds predator, not disdaining the devouring of organics of all kinds) slightly ass, but did not fall. This kind of paraloids has several nerve centers, which greatly distinguishes them from other creatures. The blow to the largest of them caused only partial paralysis.
   The enemy of the monster, despite the broad shoulders and bumpy musculature, was very young, almost a boy. The features of the ruddy face are thin, but expressive. If they are not distorted by pain and fury, they seem naive and tender. When he appeared in the arena, a roar of disappointment was heard in the stands, just like a peaceful and harmless boy, the man-gladiator Donald Trump looked like. Although now, this is no longer a boy, but an enraged animal, his eyes erupt such frenzied hatred that it seemed to incinerate as good as an ultra-laser. From the impact, the guy nearly broke his leg, but continued to move with the speed of the cat, though he limped a little.
   The pain can not break the cheetah, it only mobilizes, all the hidden reserves of the young organism, introducing in the likeness of trance!
   In the head of a boy and a former president, thousands of drums seem to be beating, veins and tendons flow, indomitable energy. A series of powerful accented blows to the mastodon body followed. In response, the monster waved a sharp half-centner in weight claws. Usually these animals have the reaction of jugglers, but an accurate blow to the nerve node slowed it down.
   The young fighter, having made a somersault, left the terrible crest and was behind the monster. After inserting his knee and passing his hand from the claw, the young man struck her with an elbow, putting all his weight, and made a sharp turn of the body. There was a crunch of a broken limb. Caught at the wrong angle, the claw broke, spurted a small fountain, stinking, toad-colored blood.
  Although the touch of the liquid erupting from the creature lasted only a moment, the young gladiator felt a severe burn, pale purple blisters instantly swelled on his chest and right arm. I had to bounce and break the distance. The beast ejaculated a painful howl - a mixture of the lion's roar, the croaking of a frog and the hiss of a viper. In a frenzied rage, a monster rushed forward - a young man, covered with a mixture of blood and sweat, making a cascade of somersaults, flew to the armored grid. With a running start, putting all his weight, the monster struck the crest, trying to pierce the opponent's chest.
   Young Trump left the impact, and a thick comb struck through the metal mesh. Continuing to move by inertia, the creation of the cosmic underworld has planted its limb into the next network with the most powerful current charge. From the fence flew sparks, ranks passed through the body of mastodon, smelled of flaming metal, and unimaginably vile burning organics. Any terrestrial beast would be dead, but this representative of the fauna is immediately visible, that of an entirely different bodily structure.
   The monster could not immediately pull out its trunk - and followed a series of swift, like the rotation of propeller blades, strikes. However, the electrostatic charge, with a little delay, overcoming the resistance of foreign flesh, gently saddled the young fighter. Bouncing off, crying, from the vomiting, piercing every vein and bone of pain, the gladiator Trump froze and, crossing his arms, scratched on his chest, began to meditate standing up. His immobility against the background of the planting beast and the stormy public was unusual, as if from a little god who was in the heat.
   The boy Donald was calm, like the surface of a frozen ocean, he knew ... Only one trick is capable of cutting down such a monster. Very powerful blow.
   Having torn the crest into pieces of bloody meat, the diploid jumped all over its mass onto an insolent, hairless monkey. Is it possible to allow a small primacy to win a victory over itself. Collecting the will, concentrating all the chakras and energy in a single bundle, the young man struck a strong blow in the jump. This ancient reception of Fafar-Marad, available to a few, is capable of killing the one who inflicts it. The blow fell into the already defeated nervous core of the giant fighter. His own weight and speed increased the force of kinetic energy, and, this time, the nerve node was not just broken - several major nerve stems exploded from the concussion. The crystal-metal giant was finally paralyzed.
   The carcass flew to one side, the young man to the other.
   The cybernetic judge counted out in a low voice:
   - One two Three...
   He believed in the language of the dark elves.
   Both fighters lay motionless, the last blow of the young man Trump crushed the monster, but he broke his leg. However, the consciousness did not have enough time to lose the gladiator, and the athletic-built boy, overcoming the pain, stood up, lifting his fist-clenched hands (sign of victory in the sign language of the Empire of Luciferstan).
   - Twelve! .. Thirteen! .. The fighter, the native of a planet the Earth - Donald Trump has won. His age is 78 native years or 75 standard. It's a debutant in the fighting arena. Lost to him the champion of the galaxy sector Ezhend-16 SSK fighting without rules, a participant with a rating of 199: 1: 2 - Askezam Verd Asoneta, whose age is 2977 standard years.
   . CHAPTER? 4.
   Somewhere from above a multi-colored play of light broke out, dissolving into incredible, absorbing the whole infinite range of space, the kaleidoscopic shades of the rainbow.
   The hologram on which the battle was shown grew to seven thousand kilometers above the dome of the former ancient theater. Young Trump was an entertaining sight. The face is covered in blood. The broken jaw is swollen, the nose is flattened. Torso in bruises, burns and scratches, crimson blood flows down with sweat. Breasts tremble with tension, each sigh gives strong pain to broken ribs. The knuckles are broken and swollen, one leg is broken, the other has a thumb removed. Kind - like you missed through a meat grinder. Out of age, convex muscles play like mercury balls. They still do not have enough mass, but the magnificent relief and deep drawing are evident. Handsome - do not say anything. Apollo after the battle of the Titans!
   There is a deafening roar of hundreds of millions of sips, mostly humanoid creatures with wings, trunks, and others. They produce an infinite number of sounds - from low-frequency to ultrasonic ranges. Infernal cacophony is suddenly interrupted by measured thunderous sounds. Sounds the hymn of the greatest Elven Empire of Luciferstan. The music is deep, expressive, formidable. Although Leo did not like the occupation anthem, music, modeled by a hyperplasma computer and performed on thousands of musical instruments, shocked the imagination.
   A puddle of fetid, poisonous-green blood emerged from the defeated, limited intelligent animal. From the moving track (khaki color) spider-like robot scavengers slipped smoothly, scraping off the broken protoplasm. Apparently, now the monster was only suitable for recycling.
  To the exhausted young man ran four huge bear-druids in combat suits. They resembled huge hedgehogs with missiles and dulles instead of needles (such an impressive arsenal was available to them).
   Emperor Julius Caesar was cowardly hiding behind their broad backs. He, obviously, was embarrassed, he did not expect that the "undefeated" local champion would be beaten by some earthly man. His thin hands shook with excitement as he handed the chain with a medal in the shape of a monster resembling a fairy-tale three-headed dragon. The emperor of the Ancient World, even in order not to touch the representative of an insignificant race of primates, at the awarding he used gloves with thin pulling tentacles, never leaving the cover of the immense carcasses of guards.
   And then Julius Caesar quickly retreated, jumped into the winged tank, taking off with the rapidity of an artillery shell thrown from a long-range gun.
   By sending laser machines, the formidable elven warriors demanded that the arena of the star coliseum be left. Staggering, the young man left the battlefield. The maimed bare feet left bloody marks on the hyperplastic coating of the ring. Every step is like burning coals, it explodes with pain, the ligaments are stretched, all the bones and veins are aching painfully. Donald whispered softly:
   - Life - the concentration of suffering, the death of deliverance from them, but will find pleasure in the agony of struggle - will deserve immortality!
   Trying to keep straight, he walked along a long corridor lined with shells, and numerous females, similar to earth girls, threw colored balls and colored fluorescent flowers under his feet. Women of the race of elves, as a rule, are very beautiful, tall, figurine, with fashionable hairstyles, trimmed hairpins in the form of various alien creatures strewn with precious stones.
   Some of them released playful compliments, went joking and even ripped off their clothes, brazenly flirting and demonstrating the seductive parts of their body. Without any embarrassment, performing frankly calling the body movements or releasing a frightening hologram from a computer bracelet or an electronics-equipped earrings. Shameless tigresses, completely devoid of moral principles, children of the most depraved civilization.
   Donald Trump frowns, he is like in a menagerie, not a single human sight. He did not even flinch when he was attacked by virtual creatures, and pseudo-real fangs clasped on the torso or neck. From holograms gives ozone and only slightly beats a weak electric discharge. Males and females of Luciferstan are vexed that a man does not pay attention to the terrible projections, and they have launched threats and insults. From attacking a proud young man, they were kept only by a strong barrier providing security to the public. Only one blond girl just smiled, waving a friendly hand.
   Donald Trump was surprised to see something alien in the sight of the alien child, it became warmer in his soul.
   And here is the goddess Affa, meets her jester. She really liked Donald's fighting class, even in the new body donated by the demiurge. The Elven Deity said:
   "And you are a brave jester!"
   Donald Trump sang this:
   - Yes, I'm a fool! President of the states yet! But they nicknamed the buffoon of the evil elves of the nobles ... He drove the monster from his feet, I will not give you a hand!
   An indescribable beauty Affa drew a handsome young man to her, began to shower with kisses, singing along.
   "Oh, Donald Trump, my dear jester, I foresee our turbulent romance ... You are very trampic - it's cool, who hate us against those!"
   Affa felt love passion, although for a couple of million years of her life has already tried almost everything that can be imagined and even experienced that can not be imagined. But Donald Trump amazed her with his spontaneity and playful playfulness.
   Here and now he sings:
   - I'm Donald bold ... Sex symbol!
   You can not find me steeper!
   I'm fucking skillful ... Though not twenty years old!
   What a cutie ... And so it's nice ... Affa flew up, raising her lover over the stars. She's a deity with strong magic. Here they rushed through the worlds, being on the planet Riddle consisting of only red and orange pyramids. Affa was divided into several hypostases and began making love with the pyramids. And Trump's main role enveloped him. The goddess emitted from the pleasure of a self-made butterfly.
   She was gorgeous and literally screaming eroticism. Indeed, that the Divine, the deity ...
   And when she was bored with sex, she again threw Trump away from her, and rushed to the cosmic distance.
   Donald stayed on the pyramid planet. Quite alone in the form of a tall, muscular, but still beardless young man.
   Trump suddenly felt a grudge in himself:
   - Submatrosila and left! These are the women! You can not please them!
   And the young man slapped on the hot surface. Wounds healed without a trace, and he was in a new place ... There was practically no vegetation, except shorn lichen. True to the way Donald came across and mushrooms, similar to the boletus.
   Bending over, Trump, he dumped one of them. It tasted like cooked shrimp, not bad for a hungry stomach.
   Donald philosophically remarked:
   - A good goddess will come, be happy, you will become a bad president-philosopher. Better just the president.
   Then Donald was laughing, and he was with might and main, a gulp of laughter. And it seemed to him that someone had picked up his laugh. Trump added one step. He was curious.
   One of the pyramids was different from the others, being tetrahedral. Donald decidedly went to her. He started running. A young, strong body demanded movements. Ah, how good and fun it is to race like this, overtaking the wind.
   At the entrance to the pyramid Donald saw a strange creature. It seems to be similar, to a person, but with a long nose, clawed legs and fangs. In general, the disgusting was a type, especially against the background of a pretty one, with impeccable skin of elves.
   However, Donald was already tired of loneliness, and he decidedly went to this monster. Moreover, the subject looked rather disgusting than scary. Trump was also pleased with his appearance. Not a boy, but a tall, and very handsome young man. Oh, turned his goddess into Apollo. And what did he bore with his wrinkles and belly?
   The subject greeted Trump in an unfamiliar dialect, but the former president of the United States understood that he was spoken with in English. Apparently, the goddess Affa has put in him a similar ability.
   - Hey young wanderer. Where are you headed?
   Trump judiciously replied:
   - My legs go, and my head is off ... What kind of world is this. What does he live? Where should I direct my feet?
   The unpleasant subject replied:
   "Judging by appearance, you are a man." And completely naked, which speaks of your low status. This planet is a great puzzle, and cunning traps. Better be my servant, and live in satiety and safety!
   Trump shook his head.
   "I do not want to, I'll fly better!"
   - And this is why?
   Donald honestly replied:
   "You're creepy and not affectionate!"
   In response, there was an extremely unpleasant laugh, then the answer:
   - Yes we all look unpleasant trolls. And all the races hate us, consider the embodiment of evil!
   Trump pricked up his ears and asked:
   "Are not you evil?"
   The troll replied ambiguously:
   - No! We are just the dark side of power!
   Donald remembered how the elves turned people into jewelry and color with doubt noted:
   - And the rest of them are bright?
   The troll grinned and remarked:
   - The division into the dark and light side of the force is conditional. The power is one, but you can use it in different ways. If you have a desire, you will be able to master the elements of destruction!
   Donald liked this thought:
   - Why not! Take and destroy the empire of the elves - Luciferstan! They destroyed the Earth!
   The troll grinned carnivorously, answering:
   - well! I see our goals and desires coincide. But remember the path of dark power, very cruel and difficult! You will have to go through inhuman trials and suffering!
   Donald Trump decided emphatically:
   - I'm ready!
   The troll said dryly:
   "Follow me, into the pyramid of the last great king of the dark."
   When the door slammed behind Donald Trump, the young man felt a burning cold. Under bare feet, prickly ice, not all around is darkness, but a nightmare kingdom of shadows. The troll ordered:
   "Follow me and do not be afraid of anything!"
   Each step of Trump was given with pain. They descended lower and lower. Around flew, some terribly ugly shadows, pale ghosts with crooked fangs, what rats with wings, and even covered with sores. It grew colder, and even Trump's strong, hardy body shook. There was a thought, but they do not descend to the underworld. In the realm of darkness, where sinful souls go.
   One of the winged rats touched Trump's wing, and the young man felt a painful burn.
   Then the troll spoke, and from his unpleasant, and even sepulchral voice, it became somehow not so scary.
   - The dark side of the force contains little pleasant, but it gives tremendous power! In it you will learn the elements of destruction and decay. And you will become a great man of black magic.
   Trump hesitated, and asked:
   "Do I have the ability to do this?"
   The troll grinned unhappily and replied:
   "And now we'll check this ... How old are you, young man?"
  Trump without hesitation replied:
   "It'll be seventy-nine soon!"
   The troll grinned.
   "And you were not always a slave!"
   Donald emphatically declared:
   "Most of my life, I was a patrician, and even became head of state!"
   The troll chuckled a little and remarked:
   "We will try this now ... We can see if you can become a wise ruler if the dark side of power gives you power."
   And the dark sorcerer stopped, turned to Trump. A scarlet helmet appeared in the hands of the troll. And the lord of darkness whispered, putting it on the head of the former president:
   - We will check how you will react in emergency situations.
   The helmet burned Trump's head. It seemed invisible, but red-hot drills, boring the skull and the brain itself. What made perception unbearable.
   But then Trump felt relieved. He went into a different reality and began to perceive, differently, the universe.
   Here it is the past of America. A turning point in 1942, the signs of the Battle of Midway. Japan had in it all the chances of winning, but lost. And then on the contrary, already samurai smiled happiness. Four American aircraft carriers were sunk, many pilots were killed. The initiative in the Pacific was finally captured by the Land of the Rising Sun.
   The Japanese, developing success, capture Pearl Harbor and the Hawaiian archipelago.
   Then their land army opened a second front in the Soviet Far East. The situation was very difficult. The Germans, at the cost of huge losses, captured Stalingrad and, the Red Army did not have enough strength for Operation Uranus. The truth came winter and the Nazis, exhausted by the fighting, could not move further.
   But the Third Reich declared total war, and replenishing its forces, could already advance using heavy tanks. There was a threat of defeat to the USSR, and the closure of the second front. In Africa, after the initial success of the Army Group under the command of Montgomery, the Germans stabilized the front, transferring additional reinforcements.
   Moreover, with the support of the local population, the Japanese entered India and captured Delhi. Now the British lacked the strength to save their situation. And in Egypt, Rommel's new offensive began. While knocking out the Japanese from the Hawaiian archipelago did not succeed. Too comfortable configuration was occupied by samurai. Thus, in March-April 1943, there was a critical situation in Egypt, and in the Pacific. And on the eastern front was preparing for the German offensive. On April 20, Alexandria fell, and the situation for the British in Egypt was almost hopeless.
   And the new German tank "Tiger" showed its overwhelming power. Against him, English cars were powerless. American experts believed that against the massive influx of "Tigers" and "Panther", can not resist the Soviet defense. And then Stalin will not keep the Caucasus.
   In the future, this is fraught with the loss of the anti-fascist coalition of the Middle East, and the joining forces of the Axis countries in Iran. The prospect, to be sure, is terrible!
   And then Trump first May 1943 was in place of Roosevelt. Again, the US president, only during the Second World War.
   Donald, being in the chair of the American president, blurted out in the first place:
   "I came from the fire and fired!" Again, save America and Russia at the same time.
   American intelligence, in fact, reported that replenishing its engine fleet with the tanks "Panther" and "Tiger", the Germans will begin no later than the end of May offensive in the Caucasus. And the chances for the Russians to keep him will be a little bit. And this could cripple the entire eastern front and deny the chances of holding the Middle East.
   Donald first lit an expensive, Havana cigar and philosophically remarked:
   "We Americans must always save someone, and the main thing is to take care of their own interests.
   Donald Trump's assistants nodded vigorously. Like, really, how much you can save England and advice.
   To begin with, Donald decided to tackle the weapons park. As it turned out, the American "Sherman" does not pull at all against the German "Panther" and "Tiger". And controlling the mass of territories and labor, the Fritzs launched mass production of tanks. Expect that they can not take the quantity in any way impossible. Fascists use massively slave labor of prisoners and raise labor productivity by draconian measures.
   Donald logically remarked:
   "All the same, in vain we refused to conduct military operations in Europe, and landing in Morocco. We just need once we can not knock out the Japanese in the Pacific, to shift the center of gravity to the European theater of operations. And first of all we need our own strong tank with active armor and armor-piercing gun.
   The idea is generally reasonable. But the matter concerned the supplies of the USSR in Lend-Lease. Donald categorically stated:
   - Free cheese is only in a mousetrap. Let the councils pay for everything, without exception!
  And again Trump's aides nodded that it was reasonable!
   Donald also cynically stated:
   "Bombing Germans now means carrying disproportionate losses. We need jet aircraft. I myself personally will give drawings, and we will get the newest planes.
   Excellent memory allowed Donald to draw a general outline of the scheme of a weapon. But still to bring to mind a lot of details, American designers needed a lot of time. So Trump ordered while to move to the defense and save energy.
   And at the same time make an atomic bomb at an accelerated pace, and rearm the army with a more advanced automatic rifle. Not counting other interesting ideas.
   On May 25, 1943, the Germans launched an offensive along the Volga, in the direction of Astrakhan. Soviet troops were waiting for this, and buried themselves in deep defenses. The Fritzes advanced slowly, suffered heavy losses, but gradually all the same moved. "Tiger" proved to be a strong breakthrough tank, though the "Panther" disappointed with its frequent breakdowns. The Nazis did not advance very well to Kalmyks, where they planned, an outlet to the Caspian Sea.
   The main reason is that this time, Soviet military intelligence has revealed the enemy's plans. In addition, the very strategic plan to cut off the Caucasus from the rest of Russia was too obvious. So the Red Army did not hesitate to turn around and dig trenches. Created defense in depth.
   But still it was hard to fight. Moreover, Japan launched an offensive in Mongolia. The Red Army, thanks to the self-denying work of the Soviet people, still had a large amount of technology and stubbornly resisted.
   About sixty Soviet divisions fought south of Stalingrad against fifty-seven German, twelve satellites of the Third Reich. And on the Kalmyk front there were fifty more. And this is not counting the reserve of the Astrakhan Front. The Germans and their allies had parity in the infantry, slightly inferior to the tanks, although, with a qualitative advantage at the expense of the "Panther" and the "Tigers", Soviet troops also had a preponderance of guns. Only in aviation, at the expense of the betrayal of the collapsed US bombing, and another distracting Japanese factor, the Germans were able to get the upper hand.
   On the whole, the correlation of forces made it possible to repel attacks. Actually, the German units did not have a numerical advantage to us by the Red Army, and the German allies were afraid of attacking.
   The Germans advanced a couple of months of stubborn fighting for a hundred kilometers and stopped. The "Panther" proved to be an unsatisfactory tank, and the "Tigers" were too few for them to be decisive.
   True, the Japanese, finally fortified in India, developed a serious offensive against Mongolia.
   Samurai infantry is many, and it suppresses the number. It was necessary, the Red Army abandoning the offensive plans, to transfer reserves to the east.
   In late August, the Germans resumed their offensive in the Caucasus. Before the Caspian Sea, it was already a stone's throw away, but the Soviet troops kept a thin corridor supplying the Caucasian grouping by land. True, in the south the Germans managed to seize Grozny and Ordzhonikidze in early September. Turkey hesitated with entering the war.
   Soviet intelligence carried out serious work. A number of Turkish officials received huge bribes in gold to influence the position of the leadership and not start a war with the USSR.
   Although there was a threat of penetration of the Fritz into Iraq. The British still maintained their defenses along the Suez Canal, but the Germans were able to enter Syria, and thus created a threat to Iraq. The Arabs actively supported Germany. Major successes were achieved by the Nazis in the Sudan, again re-entering Ethiopia and capturing half of Somalia.
   But before the winter the Nazis could not seize the Caucasus. And in the winter Soviet troops were able to press the fascists in this direction. True, no decisive success was achieved, but the corridor along the Caspian Sea expanded.
   Fritzs counted on new weapons, in particular jet planes and Mouse tanks. Although the appearance of such a heavy machine on the battlefield gave rise to many additional problems. Despite such advantages of the Maus as a powerful reservation, which made the tank impenetrable from all angles, and two cannons, its huge weight reduced operational mobility, and the speed was not high. True, the more powerful engine in the 1250 horsepower gave some relative reliability when driving the car off-road. In addition, the tank could overcome water obstacles and go up to fifteen meters in depth.
   But getting out of the river is still a problem for him. "Mouse" still proved to be satisfactory for combat use of the tank and entered the series.
   The United States has so far gathered forces. We developed our own jet aircraft. They worked on an atomic and hydrogen bomb and ... did not fight at all, beating off only unsystematic air raids relatively weak and diverted to the Soviet front of the Japanese mosquito.
   The Germans somewhat reduced the activity of the submarine fleet, the production of submarines fell, and the program for the release of ballistic missiles was frozen. But compared with the real story
  reality, if the Germans did not get carried away with the program of V-1 and V-2, and too developed their submarine fleet.
   And so the problem of revenge of England became not actual. But the Soviet fighters gave the Germans trouble. Especially the massive Yak-9. This machine is inexpensive, relatively simple and maneuverable for Germans like a bone in the throat. Even the mighty Focke-Wulf with six air guns against her often folds.
   The only way out is jet aviation, and a very durable ME-262 with two engines. Also the Germans began to dominate in the sky. And the Americans somehow did not keep pace with the development of their own jet aircraft. Although Trump had the knowledge of the future. But he's still not an aircraft designer, but a business man.
   By the summer of 1944, the Germans already had a powerful jet, an air fleet. But one aviation for victory is not enough. On land, the IS-2 and T-34-85 appeared in the USSR. And the Hitlerites have only a super heavy "Maus" and also a very heavy "Tiger" -2. But the "Panther" -2 development dragged on. And the Red Army again met the fascists confidently. True, the Germans this time tried to develop the offensive, slowly, and using aviation.
   The advance of the Third Reich troops turned out to be extremely slow. In fact, the Fritzes used the doctrine of Dua to save their blood. That is, making a bet on massive bombing. So passed in exchanges blows all summer and autumn. The Germans were able to advance fifty kilometers to the south and were hanging in the peas. Could not go to Astrakhan. The front line with the Japanese was more mobile. Samurais were able to break through Mongolia to Central Asia, but were therefrom knocked out by the Red Army.
   But the situation remained extremely difficult. The Japanese copied the "Panther" and tried to develop their tank industry. Fortunately, they had enough territorial and human resources. And the massive tanks became for the Soviet army the problem of a second front in the Far East. Now you can not easily repel the enemy's pressure. We have to involve serious forces.
   The year 1945 has come. The Germans still fought back from the Soviet troops. The front line gained little mobility characteristic of the First World War. Soviet troops have so far been trying to find a vulnerability in building an adversary in the center, near Leningrad, Stalingrad. But they also did not achieve significant success. Stalin was already beginning to think about a separate world.
   Trump also was annoyed at his designers, who could not achieve superior quality over the Germans.
   He put forward the slogan: "America is above all." And he followed him rigidly. But it was faster to make an atomic bomb, for example, scientists could not. And Donald himself is not a nuclear physicist at all. So how not to try it does not work, in any way to achieve a qualitative advantage. Except for the appearance of a tank with active armor. Well, that's already something.
   The next year passed on the Soviet-German front bloodily, but inactive. The USSR has a serial T-44, the Germans have a "Panther" -2, but none of these tanks has received a decisive advantage on the battlefield. Just like did not give the deciding IS-3. The Germans were obviously stuck and could not move forward. But the Red Army did not have enough strength to go on the offensive on two fronts.
   The Germans got more and disco. But this machine, despite its outstanding flight characteristics, proved vulnerable to small arms and expensive. In addition, the diskette could be stable only at large sizes. That is, high hopes associated with new weapons were justified only partially. As a scout and a high-altitude bomber, the disco could still be quoted.
   In addition, the discs had a high speed, and a laminar jet could knock down bullets and shell fragments from a great distance, or weaken their impact. Close to the disco is still contented vulnerable, especially its jet engines, but at the height of the tenacious, and dangerous. The Germans tried to use radio-controlled missiles when bombing. They allowed to inflict with great accuracy military facilities of the USSR.
   This is already an alarm bell for the Red Army. In the armored sphere, the "Maus" was replaced, comparable in armor and armament, but lighter with a powerful E-100 engine, speeding up to 40 kilometers on the highway and comparable to the driving performance with Isami. The new German machine did not give a decisive advantage on the battlefield, but it allowed the fascists to get a better breakthrough facility. Another German innovation was the "Rat" tank.
   This super-heavy land battleship with several guns was to be a means of breaking through the long-term fortifications. Another serial car was "Stormtigr". This self-propelled gun possessed extreme destructive power. Also served as a dangerous breakthrough remedy. In the winter of 1946, the Germans launched an offensive against Leningrad. They actively used assault weapons, bombs. And in the air showed their power and TA-400.
   The main E-100 was a serious means of breaking through with its inclined armor. And the massive application of "Stumtigrov" justified itself.
   More than two months continued persistent battles, but Leningrad Fritzs managed to approach Kalinin and Tula, but the fighting lasted until late autumn. The attempt of the Japanese to seize Magadan, as well as the breakthrough to Kyrgyzstan, was unsuccessful. The samurai suffered considerable damage. In addition, the tank copied from the early "Panther" tank no longer had an advantage over the T-44.
   True, the Germans appeared E-50, a machine with a powerful armor superior to the protection and armament of the "Panther" -2. In the USSR, we were working on the T-54, but the tank itself is not yet fully ready for mass production. Still dominated by T-44. The fascists launched an offensive in the Caucasus in the spring of 1947. They used considerable forces, and they managed to achieve something. In particular, coordinating their offensive plans with the Japanese. Moreover, after a long hesitation, Turkey entered the war.
   As a result, the position of the Soviet troops in the Caucasus has become critical, and in fact, its hopeless. In the summer, the Nazis were able to use the newest tanks E-50 and E-75 to capture the delta from Astrakhan. Thus, the Caucasus was cut off by land from a large land. And the Turkish army, equipped with the most modern weapons, from Germany, as well as partly from the US, went on the offensive. Yerevan was surrounded, and the Nazis, having captured Kalmykia, entered the territory of Dagestan.
   . CHAPTER? 5
   The US remained passive, Trump lacked many worries. In particular, the production of nuclear weapons. Here it was necessary to have a mass number of charges sufficient to burn Europe, and Japan. Secondly, the development of reactive taillesses, which could deliver charges anywhere in the world. The USSR desperately resisted and allowed the United States thereby to gain time. And although by the winter of 1947 the Caucasus was almost completely captured by the Germans (Only the besieged Yerevan resisted until May 1948!), It still decisively did not undermine the military-industrial complex of the USSR. As new oil wells were hammered, in the Volga region and Siberia. So while the Red Army did not remain without fuel. In 1948, the T-54 tank appeared massively. The new machine was characterized by strong armor, a good gun, relatively small in 36 tons in weight. The tank was produced at shock rates and in large quantities. Many military factories of the USSR went underground, where they became less vulnerable. Although, of course, this required tremendous efforts.
   The Germans bombed Soviet military factories, destroyed houses, and bridges, railroads. But the production of armaments in the USSR has even grown. There was also a jet fighter MiG-15. True, the car turned out to be a little worse than in real history, so German designers did not work on it. But still there is a strong response to the newest German ME-362 and Not-262. True, German fighters are still better than Soviet fighters, and bombers of tailless and do not have equal machines at all. Strong and disk-shaped German helicopters. They also hang from the air, supporting the movements of the tanks, which the Germans throw into battle at every opportunity. German E-50, a weight swell over sixty tons, with an engine of 1250 horsepower. It surpasses the T-54 in the armor-piercing ability of the 105 gun against 100 millimeters, with a longer trunk and a high initial velocity of the projectile. Of course, the German has thirty tons more weight, and the layout scheme is quite dense, with the gearbox location on the engine itself, and the transverse motor. That allowed the Fritzes to take advantage and book.
   It is difficult to fight the Nazis, but Soviet tankers are coping. In any case, the Nazis failed to advance to Moscow. They only managed to surround Tula in the summer of 1948 and capture Kamyshin, coming to Saratov. And then it's autumn.
   Of course the running qualities of the German tanks of the new generation of "E", do not compare with the former, but still according to tradition the Germans howl in the autumn and winter worse. Yes, and Japan in Siberia in the wild frost uncomfortable. And this makes the task of the Red Army much easier. It's already winter again, and Soviet troops are counter-attacking, trying to pinch the enemy in a ring. There are many Soviet tanks. But even the Hitlerites, having tens of millions of slaves and controlling most of Africa, are stubbornly resisting. They still have a preponderance in the amount of technology, they manage to fight back. But the Nazis were pushed back from Saratov, and approached Kamyshin. But in the spring of May 1949 the Nazis again moved westward. They had the first, even if not too perfect, laser machines on the discs.
   There is a spontaneous exchange of blows. In the battles took part the new German tank "Monster", with a 1200-millimeter, jet bomb. Also a very dangerous gun. More precisely, the weapon with unprecedented destructive power, capable of shooting at a distance of more than a hundred kilometers, and destroy everything. Here the gun shoots like a club with threshing. And then there's the new German TA-600 with eight engines. They are capable of carrying bombs weighing thirty tons, destroying up to a kilometer in diameter. The Germans use needle and ball bombs. And this is already an infernal weapon, which is disastrous for infantry and has to dig deeper and deeper into the ground.
   The Germans are trying to capture Moscow. Separate cities and villages ten times pass from the hands
  jet fighter. But even this monster can not give the Fritzes a decisive advantage.
   But nothing, the Red Army is strong. The Germans are bogged down in the suburbs. Lose a lot of soldiers and equipment. Although they managed even to break into the Red Glade, as it was already in the forty-first, and to mass destroy there. The Germans claimed that through the binoculars see the Kremlin, and that the war was about to end.
   But blessed is anyone who believes. Although hardly damned fascists can be called blissful. But here and then came late autumn. The Nazis were exhausted and stopped. In the most persistent battles passed this year too.
   The war dragged on, becoming the strongest anti-utopia. There is an eleventh year of war. The US has more than six hundred nuclear warheads, and thermonuclear weapons have appeared - the weapons of the day of judgment. And then Donald Trump first thought: is it worth it to continue to stick to expectant tactics? Maybe it's time to hit the Hitlerites with all your might. This is also a good tactic.
   But Donald captured the excitement: the end of the confrontation with the USSR. Who will overcome whom. In the meantime, the number of nuclear warheads to bring to a thousand and thermonuclear with the latest ballistic missiles. Those are the plans for Trump.
   And here in the winter the Red Army is impulsively moving and crushing the fascists. Soviet troops are advancing. And even beat off part of its territory near Moscow, reach Tula and Kalinin. Germans in the winter are slightly weaker, and the Japanese even more so. Fascists pushed back. But they, gathering strength, are trying to counterattack. They have a new weapon: short-barreled, but high-pressure gun, which makes it more convenient for the tank to fire. The new gun allows the Germans to manage a smaller caliber, again returning to 88-millimeters, but with overwhelming effectiveness. Reducing the caliber allowed to strengthen the reservation.
   There were new, pyramidal tanks. A real weapon that allows you to demonstrate invulnerability when firing from all angles. Even the subcaliber shells do not take the armor of the car, if the weight has reached 100 tons, with a gas-engine engine of 1800 horsepower, and an inclined armor of 400 millimeters. The new tank received from the Germans the name "Royal Turtle". And was reserved as a breakthrough machine.
   Its unique, pyramidal shape, without a roof, allowed to defend from all angles, having rational angles of inclination. As I did not want to admit, but the T-54 is hopelessly outdated compared to such a car.
   The offensive of German tanks of the newest modification allowed the fascists to surround Moscow in the summer of 1950. But it cost the Hitlerites colossal simply gigantic losses.
   But what, the Red Army did all that it could, and the capital city itself was still holding on. The Germans were able to approach Ryazan and even took this city, but were so bloodless that they could not move on.
   Moscow was blockaded, stubbornly resisted. People showed unprecedented courage and heroism. And yet, no one gave up. No, some weak people that raised their hands met. But such, turned out to be an insignificant amount. Since ten years of war can temper everyone.
   Fascists, exhausted by the fighting, spitting blood, bleeding out of feces, in the battle with the USSR. Yes, this is Soviet Russia. A great country that does not give up and never yields. A Russian man can be killed, but can not be conquered.
   Rus do not put on your knees. Although, unfortunately, Russian people died. Not without it.
   And Donald Trump, instead of intervening, is stamping ballistic missiles and nuclear warheads. They have already created a carrier capable and hydrogen bomb put into orbit. Try to take and handle this. But by the end of December, literally razed the capital of the USSR with the land, the Nazis captured Moscow.
   That the situation for the Soviet government was critical. Moreover, on December 27, 1950, on the seventy second year of his life, Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin died. And now there was a threat of capitulation and the withdrawal from the war of the USSR. Especially the critical situation. Moscow and Leningrad were taken, the damned fascists approached Kuibyshev.
   Thus, bringing to the New Year the number of nuclear warheads to a thousand of them about a hundred hydrogen bombs-Trump said: everything is enough!
   The US is ready to fight and win!
   And in 1951 a new war began. And nuclear warheads fell on Europe and Japan.
   As Donald Trump liked to repeat: America, above all! And with frenzy threw nuclear warheads to destroy and erase fascism from the face of the earth. More precisely, the American competitor in the war for world domination. And there was a total destruction of all living things on the European continent ... A thousand nuclear and thermonuclear charges: this is no joke. By this amount, one can completely destroy life on Earth.
   Radiation clouds have covered the whole sky above the European part of the planet earth. Hundreds of cities were burnt in an atomic fire. And it's really scary, something that can be called paranoid delirium. And who invented such a bomb?
  And Americans are exulting. Germany in a nuclear fire, and the entire Third Reich with satellites consider destroyed by hydrogen charges. And little is left of Japan. Such a universal catastrophe broke out. Yes, and the Soviet Union is almost entirely under radioactive fallout. Such a catastrophe and a worldwide Armageddon swept over the planet.
   But was not Trump happy early, who seemed so brilliantly fulfilled his mission? Although now, except America, there is no longer a stronger, or somehow normally functioning, states ...
   But from clouds of dust, the Earth fell sharply and the nuclear winter came. A radioactive fallout, a year later reached the territory of the United States, carrying death and destruction to all living things. The globe has cooled about 20 degrees, and many people died from the cold and radiation.
   Although a few years later it became warmer, and gradually the planet Earth began to come to life.
   But most of all people cursed, not Hitler, namely Donald Trump, calling him the greatest murderer in human history.
   The helmet flew off the sweaty head of the young man. Donald Trump brushed off his sweat, happily feeling himself again, in a strong and young body. The troll, with a smirking grin, carried his helmet with a movement of thought, and turned to Donald.
   In the voice of the sorcerer of darkness there was respect:
   - You showed yourself mature enough to master the science of the dark forces. You have both meanness, and intelligence and resourcefulness.
   Trump did not say too surely:
   "But I ruined most of humanity and so many Americans."
   The troll responded with a playful chuckle:
   - Oh, young man ... You just did it right! I acted like an egoist, I even hurried a little. You could wait another couple of years!
   Donald shrugged his muscular shoulders and doubted:
   "In this case, the Germans themselves would have acquired nuclear weapons!"
   The troll, with an extremely nasty giggle, remarked:
   "The more dead, the better, for the dark side of power." Remember, the spells require blood, and the gods of the victims. And there are no gods who would forgive without bloodshed.
   Trump smiled in a full-tooth smile and replied:
   - Yes! That's the truth!
   And looked around him. Still around them is dusk, a lot of flying ghosts, and various creatures, but it's no longer scary. Moreover, when you just felt real, and saw how you dropped hundreds of nuclear bombs on humanity. Strange as it may seem, the fascists were able to defeat the USSR with the greatest difficulty.
   This once again shows that America is a special, unique country, without which it was impossible to win the Second World War. So do not let any rascals think that the US can be conquered. Eh, his Russian colleague, did not understand what tricky tactic Trump was: to retreat - without retreating.
   So Russia was in the worst situation then, hanging himself a heavy weight.
   Trump asked the following question:
   "It seems like an eternity ... How long have we been here?"
   The troll answered seriously:
   "Times, time, and half a time ..." And giggling, he added. "Only seven earthly minutes have passed!"
   Donald whistled and rounded his lips:
   - Wow! I did not think so much time had passed! This can be said simply amazing!
   The troll again somehow disgustedly grinned and remarked:
   "You do not yet know what surprise means." But you will soon find out. Follow me.
   And they continued descending into the pyramid. Deeper and deeper. And it became somehow gloomier. And less light ...
   But Trump did not feel cold any more. He made a strong impression, to be in the place of Roosevelt. Indeed, the American president was right or not right, helping the USSR. Truman thought that it was impossible to admit defeat of Germany, and the best option for the US was the mutual annihilation of the USSR and the Third Reich. Of course, Trump agrees with this conclusion.
   For him, Stalin is even worse than Hitler, since he is a communist. And Trump is a billionaire. And, the rich man is hereditary. To him these left are like a bone in the throat. So right-to-total Germany is closer to heart than levototalitarian Russia. So Trump in this case would have acted more pragmatically, and let the gentlemen of the socialists destroy each other.
   The steps suddenly ended. The troll disappeared behind the black wall. Trump took a decisive step ... And his youthful leg came in like a jelly. A little hesitant, the former president seemed to plunge into the water ...
   And he was in a special place ... The landscape was like autumn, twilight, it's raining, it's a little cool.
   Around the desolation, the buildings squinted, look almost on the ground. Of the animal world, only crows are visible. Even insects can not be heard.
   The troll, catching Trump's thoughts, remarked:
   "It's tough here, but you can live ... In addition, you will not be long here!"
   Donald cheerfully replied:
   - Sounds optimistic ... - The former billionaire sang. - However, autumn, autumn ... I do not love you, but still autumn - we'll be together until winter!
   The troll answered logically:
  And now we will not waste time! I will teach you the secrets of dark magic ... But it requires you to sacrifice yourself.
   Trump nodded in agreement.
   - I understand it! All require self-sacrifice ... From strangers!
   The troll instead of answering, suddenly hit Donald with a knuckle in the groin. The young man screamed and bent down in pain. The black sorcerer said sternly:
   "You're relaxed." And this is unacceptable!
   Trump panted breathlessly:
   "It's not fair, I'm your brother!"
   The troll chuckled, answering:
   - There are no brothers in the dark side of the force ...
   Donald held his groin for a while, then straightened up. The paint returned to his face. And the young man said harshly:
   "Well, now it's my turn!"
   The troll nodded in agreement.
   "Attack!"
   Donald offered his hand:
   - First, we will consolidate our union with a handshake!
   The troll held out his hand in return. Trump wanted to sharply pull the opponent and meet with a strong blow to his chin, but suddenly he felt his hand in hot mites. Compression was accompanied with great heat. Trump yelled, and tried to kick his foot. But got hit, and flew away from the enemy.
   Donald immediately jumped up and swung, trying to overwhelm the enemy with all the rage. A growling druid-bear suddenly appeared in front of the boy. Rampage of Trump only grew. He conducted a triple strike. First lateral, then heel to the head, and then with the turn of the heel in the chin. And the enemy lost a pair of teeth, flew away, waving his paws. Donald attacked the druid bear. He began to thresh with fury. A serious beast awoke in the boy.
   He was ready to tear and throw from the fury of the enemy. Hatred in the soul was growing and did not want to calm down. Trump ripped and knee, and elbow, and even his head, but most of all his fists. A violent, non-stopping force awoke in him. The power with which it is impossible to cope in principle. Turntable, when you put all the weight in the punch. You make your opponent wobble, and lose a lot of teeth. A bear, bloody and dented, fell to the sand.
   The predator really bleed. Donald was in a frenzy. Young man's heart was ready to break out of his chest, and burst from tension. Such a catastrophic situation has developed. Only when Donald furiously knocked out his thumb on his leg, a severe pain, forced to look around. The bear has already died down. The image of the hairy druid began to grow pale, and it seemed to dissolve in space.
   Trump looked forward. The troll was standing near a warped, cobwebbed three-story house and smiling. This time his smile no longer seemed so ugly. There was something human about it.
   Donald yelled in full throat:
   "What have you eaten?"
   Troll with satisfaction in his eyes, nodded:
   "The goddess gave you a good body, and I awakened fury in you." What is to each his own! And you are submitting excellent makings!
   Donald nodded with a tired smile on his lips.
   - Well, what ... Thank you!
   The troll rationally remarked:
   - Thank you in your pocket you will not put! And did you somehow become polite?
   Trump chuckled and grunted.
   - Even I sometimes get tired of being rude! You know sometimes pathologically pulls on politeness.
   The troll suddenly noticed:
   -The real killer and must be cultured and polite! So to be led in the universe ...
   Donald, wiping blood from his knees, agreed:
   - Yes, a tender investigator quickly splits ... Only I do not understand why it rains all the time, but the cloud is not there!
   The troll replied condescendingly:
   - Because ... This is the weather of my gloomy mood. But you cheered me up a bit ...
   And really it became lighter, and the rain stopped drizzling. True sun did not look out, but it got a little warmer.
   Trump stretched and fixed his broken finger. He felt himself on the rise. I would have managed to destroy both Germany and the USSR in the place of Roosevelt. Roosevelt only managed to swallow part of the Third Reich. And Eastern Europe was advised.
   And now there is such a formidable monster as a druid bear!
   The troll sternly remarked:
   - Do not be too happy! If it was a real war bear of elves, he would have ripped you apart! You are certainly in an excellent body, but in magic, while zero without a wand.
   Donald clenched his fists and remarked:
   - Zero is on one side nothing, but multiplying, it all annul!
   The troll chuckled when he noticed:
   - You can not divide people by zero. And we trolls, when we divide by zero, we get infinity! These are different customs here!
  Trump pinched his fists even harder, so that his knuckles went pale, and he panted:
   "I'm ready to fight!" And ready to learn!
   Again the troll chuckled, noticing:
   - Do you think the dark side of power can be learned from the desk? Or do you think that I will make you decide on tests on the computer?
   Trump slightly bellowed:
   - What a life school ... Where every day is the control! And witchcraft - tearing up nature!
   The troll began to spin with his hands. Under the influence of his passes, something began to form in the air. Something from what was being formed looked so menacing and sparkling. And at the same time it seemed like a blot.
   To Trump's mute question, the troll replied:
   - This is something that will allow you to gain real power! The fact that through real pain leads to omnipotence.
   Donald did not quite fit the analogy:
   "Is this like Jesus Christ?"
   The troll hissed in response:
   - No! Although, it seems! You, too, will have to descend into the underworld.
   Trump pouted, and poddyhatal:
   "I'm ready for fight and defense!"
   "Now you're going to be in a nightmare." And you'll stay there forever. - The prince of darkness has waded through. Donald felt the whole figure swallow to him. And skewed, dilapidated houses began to blur, and the glinting malice of the hellish troll gloam fell like a black hole, and in general it all went dark.
   Donald Trump felt him dive down, as if he had flopped into ink resin, even began to eat out his eyes.
   Here he really became frightened, and suddenly these damn trolls gained power over the other world. A rattle is heard, a sound like a dog scratching the stack, only much louder, it gnaws at the ears, twisting them. Then, out of the darkness, the mouth opens with the teeth sparkling like a lava of a volcano.
   Never in his long life Trump saw such a hideous monster face, the characters of horror films against it were only a miserable parody of a nightmare. Then there were other even more terrible jaws, some were huge as Everest, and other little ones like the very angry dogs.
   Here they with their crooked, poisonous teeth clung to his flesh. For all his not so short life Donald Trump has never experienced such pain. The main thing is that it was impossible to choose an analogue of sensations. This is both a burning flame and corrosive acid, simultaneously freezing years and a blunt cutting saw.
   And he continued to be tormented, it was clear how the bones of the bones were torn from his hands, and the intestines crawled out of the ripped stomach. Evil creatures chew them, twisting their teeth. Donald moans, tears sprinkle from his eyes.
   - Lord, for what. After all, I personally did not kill anyone for my life, I did not betray it without need!
   The giggles are heard and from him, it seems that the red-hot needles pierce the eardrum. Finally there is a gigantic jaw, she, entirely, swallows the former billionaire. Donald Trump sees how a flame rages in his throat, it breaks down into seven absolutely different in color petals.
   - Here it is the legendary fire of the underworld. - Donald Trump whispered, the skin on his hands grew together, covered with ugly scars. He tries to slow down his flight, but it's useless, he can not even move himself by a millimeter. Here is his such a beloved youthful body touches, a fiery stream. He never experienced anything like that, in his eyes, it turned dark and it seemed as if an eruption had started in his mouth, and his stomach rebelled, and he was attacked with nuclear weapons.
   How burning this flame was, naked skin appeared large abscesses, the bones darkened and cracked, causing suffering.
   "No, I do not want no need," he said. Let me go.
   Each color of fire is a special unique pattern of pain. Suffering can be attributed to various shades, their diversity is amazing, even the Marquis de Sade did not think up to what the ingenuity of the inhabitants of the underworld can reach.
   - But devils, you can meet. - The voice of the black troll lies in a disgusting tone.
   Their appearance, however, is terrible, but it is especially unpleasant to look at the prickly mouths remotely resembling a mixture of shark and crocodiles. But the horns, strangely enough reassured. Donald Trump, to distract himself from the piercing pain, began to recall folklore, where these cute little funny devils, sometimes ugly, sometimes funny and naive sometimes help, and sometimes harm people. Especially memorizing Russian in the English translation of the tale of "Pop and his employee Balde." It's quite possible to deal with such a "people". And then only they know, pricked with pitchforks.
   "That the sinful soul did not listen to the orders of the trolls?" - The horn of the devil grew, turning into a kind of beak and tyrk over the potsherd.
   When a bone is broken on a head it hurts so much that it is impossible to describe in words. But consciousness did not get dazed, if Donald Trump was in ordinary human flesh, he would surely have died from shock.
  And so he felt a rough touch to his brain, then the monster began to drink brains. He did it slowly, as if he was trying to. Another demon began to drill his nails, pounding under them the sharpest needles.
   Donald Trump screams, his mouth opens itself.
   "Do not let go."
   He is grabbed by the tongue and pulled, slowly tearing it away from the sky.
   Also pain, but a little differently, and there are no more screams only sobbing and howl.
   The devils continue to swagger, following the nails, they began to break their knuckles, and they do this slowly savoring the suffering.
   "That's how the goat kid gets its portion." - One of the most likely evangelists is ranked as a senior.
   Donald Trump has already reached the state of insanity, he was flooded with a wave of torment. And the devils do not retreat, they have already begun to pull out their teeth, then drilled them, thrusting the point into the gum.
   - How can you descend to such cruelty, do not they have no mother. Donald thought. Apparently reading his thoughts, the devils screamed.
   "There is no mother, Father Satan.
   Then they found a new flour, heated the drill, and dipped the last teeth with a cutter. Then came the turn to the bones. They were broken by heat-red with forceps. The skin was smoking, the bones burned. It seemed that the heart was about to burst, it would explode like a bomb.
   Then Donald Trump suddenly felt that his tongue had grown, and could say something.
   "Mercy for Christ's sake."
   In response, demons pierced him with pitchforks.
   - You are a sinner and you must know that Christ is a fabrication of miserable people. True gods are united in two faces and created the entire universe, as well as the great troll in the image and likeness of his own. And you people and proclaim creatures, should be slaves, carrying out any orders and suffering humiliation. You insignificant slave did not believe in our existence, and now you experience it all on your own skin.
   Donald desperately wheezed:
   "Now I believe!"
   And a nasty barking answer:
   "It's too late!" You have no chance.
   Donald Trump continued to torment, he was broken several times in succession, burned, then he could not be restored in a thoughtful way. Then it was crushed in a new way. Then the devils can see it themselves and tired of it, and lifting it into the air, they carried it to the underworld.
   "Look how they punish disobedient people."
   Donald saw the girls crucified on the crosses. Their once beautiful bodies were terribly disfigured, blood dripped from them. Large pigs crossed the crosses, sometimes the victims fell and they threw boars on them, tearing apart the female flesh.
   How these unfortunate creatures suffered, on the cheeks of some of whom the tears were mixed with sweat and blood. Despair shone in his eyes. They seemed to pray: we are innocent, spare us. Trump asked:
   - For what these unfortunates are punished.
   The devil pierced him with a crowbar along his heels and prodiggered.
   - Different things. One dared to the mistress, another smashed her favorite vase, the third refused to have sex, the fourth stepped back. That is, to get here, you do not have to be a big sinner, enough minor misconduct.
   Donald was startled in fright:
   "And their torment never ends."
   The devil burst out laughing wildly:
   - And this is the Supreme God to decide and the queen. If her Majesty issues a decree of pardon, they may be transferred to another less painful place.
   Trump hoped hopelessly:
   "To heaven!"
   The devil giggled, so that the eardrums broke out with a crowbar:
   - Primates do not have paradise for you. There are simply places where you will not be beaten and tortured every second and where you can continue to serve your masters after death.
   Donald was really scared, and he babbled:
   - And what awaits people whose crimes are more serious.
   The demon, swelling his belly, mumbled:
   "We'll show you this, too."
   . CHAPTER? 6th
   The devil poked his forks into his eyes, the apples burst, liquid poured, and Donald Trump went blind. Then a few seconds later he regained the ability to see, however, every blinking caused an unbearable itch.
   Once again, they were a former billionaire and pop flew fast, and even more disgusting creatures fluttered toward them. Donald Trump looked at them carefully. The view is really nothing: naked, hairless and covered with a skull; burning eyes with infernal light; scrawny, like a severed nose with a black hole in the middle. And, perhaps, the most vile - the absence of the lower jaw, instead of which hang and move five thick in the form of a star of the devil tentacles. Here he and prinik to Donald, biting his lips with his teeth, giving his famous kiss in a suck. Then his hands-claws began to break the bones. Donald oyknul of acute pain in the elbows, he crushed the joints.
   "That's how primacy can be, let's drink to acquaintance."
  Sticking off the exhausted Trump, the monster reached out his hand to the bowl, and he instantly filled with wine. He poked her in the face.
   -Peace! - Barked the monster.
   And since Donald did not want to obey, the two demons grabbed his throat and squeezed his cheeks and opened his mouth. A terrible bitter liquid flowed into his throat. Young Trump cleared his throat and swallowed convulsively.
   - Come to the bottom. "The devils helped." When martyr Donald swallowed the whole stock, his stomach suddenly swelled. Inside, bubbling and burning. Then the liquid continued to expand until the belly and strong juvenile press burst.
   "That's how it will be with every sinner."
   Donald tore to pieces, his head was picked up, and began to play her football. It is extremely offensive when people humiliate you, beat you with hoofs, throw them. And if you hit the bar, it's completely offside. The head is ringing, the teeth, they fly out again and again, but then they are again overgrown. Donald seems that this fun lasts forever, not one month, but that's stopped, apparently the demon is fed up. They took, sewed his mutilated head and began sewing it with a stupid needle to the body.
   Then everything disappeared, and they were on the threshold of a garbage pit.
   "You're a former bum and you should know this."
   This smell of trash can not be confused with anything, only the concentration is excessive, the nose turns.
   It was evident how the lice, worms, furry beetles, sticky caterpillars floated and swarmed.
   Right in the pits the prisoners were desperately crawling; men and women. They resembled skeletons covered with solid skeleton, their wounds were coming out with pus.
   "Wow, awful!" Donald turned. And these for that.
   Waving the fiery pitchforks, the devil willingly replied:
   "They thought that man was sounding proud, but in reality they were only pitiful pygmies." Now their pride is downgraded. You see, what happens to those who do not want to recognize the supremacy of the great trolls. Now worms gnaw their bones, and this will go on forever, for the queen does not like the proud.
   Despite all the horror, Donald was curious:
   - And where are the greatest criminals of the past, for example Hitler?
   Damn the balloon, like a toad belly lapped:
   "Is that what you want to know?" Among light offenses, because the fact that he ruined a lot of people, it's so small. People are worthless, and killing, burning them is not a sin. But that he was a vegetarian and did not eat our sacred meat, it was counted as a plus. So now they do not torture him, he apparently serves our masters in another world.
   "What are gentlemen, such are servants." - Philosophically remarked Donald Trump.
   The shrill shrieked:
   "You, too, must take an example from Hitler. He was very obsequious and polite to the new masters. But you probably can not wait to find out what happened to the rest of the people, what we'll show you. But first, to pacify your pride, we will dip you into this nightmare.
   Donald Trump was tied up, tampered with a hook and dipped in a slop. Almost immediately on his wounds came down worms and other abominations. They gnawed at him so actively that a few minutes later Ivan left only one skeleton. Then, having set off, the meat was growing rapidly surprisingly, they again continued its devouring. But the worst thing is not this, but when they crawled in the wounds, the itching stood out not tolerable.
   After a while, Donald Trump himself began to rend these wounds, tear arteries and veins. As soon as he did not go insane, but reason could well be damaged.
   The devils scream mockingly again:
   "Okay, finish it, or you see, it's blissful." Let's work.
   Donald Trump picked up, threw a rope around his neck and dragged. The noose mercilessly strangled him, there was not enough air for his torn lung.
   - That the dog's collar is squeezing. Do not be obstinate.
   Donald Trump was in the desert, there he saw horribly withered people, many of them especially women could not but cause terrible sorrow. That's five of the very young guys dragging fifty tons of lump. This should not be the case for all physical laws, sitting on the stirrup of the devil beats them with a neutron whip. You can see the inhuman tension of each muscle, the veins are ready to burst.
   "This is not a cross for you, where you rest." Take care and you yourself. - Bes adds him to the lump.
   - Here you will have an excellent stimulant.
   Now Donald had to work. He was brutally beaten, urging him, and he was forced to drag an unbearable burden. Here he knew another measure of suffering, and they overwhelmed his heart. The most important thing was the total meaninglessness of the work done, they were forced to carry lumps in a circle, and then to raise them to the top, and after descending. And so continuously. In addition, the devils actively poured hot coals, nails and broken glass under their feet, behind Donald there were burned, bloody traces of bare feet. He seemed countless numbers, once fell, but then the impact of the neutron whip made him rise. From the touch of a stream of elementary particles a cramp was beating, she was so excruciating that I could not move through.
  "Well, like a working monkey." - The devil asked. - This is also just flowers, ahead of you expecting the torture is much worse. In particular, do you want to experience a split?
   - What is it like? - Asked the voice of the sufferer Donald.
   The bouncing whistled:
   - To suffer immediately in several hypostases. We will divide you into several parts, and you will get a much more diverse range of sensations.
   Trump collecting the remains of courage replied:
   - No, I do not want such joy.
   - And who will ask you. - The devil took out the likeness of the ray, put it on Donald Trump and pulled the trigger.
   The next moment, Donald felt that he had two bodies. One still heaved a heavy load, and the other hung on the cross. And in that and in another case the absolute fullness of sensations was preserved.
   Young Trump felt in the nails, nailed, the body became heavy, as the blocks were tied to stone blocks. In order not to suffocate at all, he had to pull himself up. On his head was a spiny wreath. He was dreadfully digging into the skull, increasing suffering. Each sigh was accompanied by painful spasms. And at the same time he continued to tear, dragging not a lifting lump. It is difficult to say that it causes great suffering, but when it superimposes one on another, then it turns out such a feast of flesh.
   "Well, how do you like it?" - At the same time asked him two features.
   Donald shook his head.
   The devils, again cutting the tympanic ears with a blunt saw, squealed sourly:
   "But we can intensify torture, let's have three hypostases at once." And you were a student, therefore, you need that more sophisticated and technogenic.
   Before Donald could blink an eye, how his body was pressed into a plate. Then Donald Trump felt the weight of the spaceship. He dashed all the guts, cracked bones, several ribs burst. Then the signal for the start sounded and the nozzles flashed, the plasma heated up to many millions degrees burned the flesh. When such a feeling of unbearable heat is so hot that the smallest particle of the body was pierced by every cell, pierced, burned. Then the starship broke away, flew up, for a moment it became easier, but as soon as Donald Trump had managed to catch his breath, as the ship exploded, and debris fell on him.
   - Bravo! He uttered the devil, clapping his hands. - This is called the eternal start.
   Then the spaceship arose again, again the steps of the superheated fire burned, then the take-off and again the fall. The sensation of unusualness for a moment eclipsed the previous incarnations of hell. Then Donald Trump again began to perceive all at once.
   The descent of hell, releasing purulent drooling, asked:
   - Do you want to add a fourth or enough?
   - Of course, enough, I'm crazy! - In Donald, and so from the anguish of the psyche reached the limit.
   The devil giggled rudely:
   "No, you're not going crazy, it would reduce your suffering." Your flesh is a sensitive youthful body, but we are able to change its parameters and move yours to some other hypostasis. Do you want to experiment?
   "Let me go, please!" - With a groan, whispered the tortured forms of Donald Trump.
   The elder over demons lapped like boiling water in a cauldron where sinners cook:
   - Well, I do not! With you this is not enough. Whom to turn you into - I think a meteorite.
   Donald Trump was tossed to the top. He remained himself and at the same time felt like a lump of stone. Chaotically, jumping from side to side, he moved in a vacuum. And here the suffering was unbearable. A lot of stars burned it with various rays, from simple rays to X-rays.
   But the alpha and gamma rays were especially painful. Parts of his body, then heated, then on the contrary cooled. The surface cracked, whole pieces fell off, and at the same time it was cooled by dead airless space, and the lungs seemed to be about to burst from lack of oxygen.
   Donald Trump completely suffered, turning into a stone, he did not lose sensitivity. Sometimes it fell into small fragments from other meteors or he ran into sharp fragments of satellites. And it also caused unbearable suffering.
   "Oh God, save me from these maniacs, to what their wild imagination has come to." Well, it was not already horny who could think of such a thing.
   And the devils continued to build faces. Allowing to digest fourfold increased agony.
   Here, the meteorite body became attracted by a giant planet. Donald Trump was scared, but he could not even move, the flesh even feels everything, but absolutely helpless. Donald flew into the dense layers of the atmosphere, its surface melted, then the body began to evaporate, it just burned in the atmosphere. This became an additional stimulus in the ocean of exercises. Finally the car finally annihilated and Donald Trump emerged in space. The carousel of torture continued.
   "There are four kinds of torture at the same time. That's why you do not have to test a guy for the fifth.
  "Space again?" another demon asked.
   -No historical? "How do you like my friend like the fascists?" - Smiling, the devil showed three rows of crooked teeth. And another demon grew in size tentacles; ends pointed.
   Donald Trump quite sincerely replied:
   - I hate them!
   The devils chorused, mocking:
   - And it is necessary to grow fond. For one thing, how do you feel about Jews?
   - Quite a normal very talented people. - Through a multi-leveled wave of pain, Donald Trump said.
   Demons like this very satisfied, and they growled:
   "You'll be a Jew perfectly." Rather a little zhidenkom.
   A moment later, Donald Trump felt like a boy of eight or nine years. He was completely naked, and next to him stood the same naked boys. They cut their hair, it was cold and sad, around the gray walls of barracks, barbed wire, barking dogs.
   The machine was very stupid, they tore out the shreds of hair, but even more terrible was the ominous whisper.
   "Now they will take us to the crematorium."
   When the torture with hair ended, the evil fascists in black uniform and with the emblem skull with bones, striking, built them. Donald drew attention to how thin the children were, the boy walking in front of him could see every bone, the back turned into a solid bruise with scars and pussies. They were taken out into the street, it was snowing, the bare feet of the child were burned on a white surface, slightly tinted with frozen blood. A whip passed through the ranks, a biting blow fell upon Donald Trump's barely skinned buttocks.
   - Keep a foot of the Jew's beasts.
   It was evident that the children were trying because of all their strength, flashed a row in a row flushed bare heels. In the stomach of Donald's empty hungry gnawing guts, acid stifles the stomach. Barking sheep dogs run up to them, they seem to be rabid, mouths emanate foam. One of them is the most furious, almost biting off Donald Trump's skinny leg. The boy is scared, but those children that were torn off, are driven back into the formation with sharp bayonets. Finally they enter a building that emits a strong stench. Donald, and other children completely chilled and turned blue. Originally walking on the hot steel floor, he experienced a blissful feeling. Then it began to heat, and Donald Trump danced the hopak. His lips whispered a Jewish prayer.
   "Have mercy on Yahweh." Give life to the boy! Lower the Nazis in Sheol!
   Burning the children's feet became stronger, many of the guys had already started screaming and crying, and the smell of the scorched meat had become unbearable.
   Boys very much of them pressed into a dense, then a signal sounds. Paul began to bend over. The children standing from the edge slowly but surely slipped into hell. The guys clung to each other, trying to grasp the smooth red-hot floor, but all in vain. Even in spite of all the suffering suffered, Donald Trump's heart beats like a machine gun.
   Here comes his turn to slip into the underworld. The flame envelops him and follows incomparable pain, the skin burns quickly, and bones in voluptuous ecstasy licking fire. Donald Trump experiences every second separately, then, when the last bone is decaying, he turns out, again in the ranks. The horror repeats itself again and again.
   "That's how you've reached the fifth step." - The devil is interfering with the sadist. "But this is not enough for you, you need to add speed."
   Donald Trump's eyes expressed nothing, he was so overwhelmed with emotions that he could not speak. A demon with a bare skull suggested:
   - Since we have returned to human history, it can again, we will repeat the episode with the Germans.
   With a kind of participation, the prince of darkness asked insinuatingly:
   What do you prefer; airplane or tank?
   Damn Trump in return, grunted:
   - Of course, the plane is much more dynamic.
   The demon with sparks of curiosity in tone asked:
   "And what kind of flesh will we give him?"
   The devil twisted into a somersault and squeaky replied:
   "Girls are best, men are so disgusting."
   Once again, the landscape changed. Donald Trump felt himself flying in an airplane, here he was shot down and falling. At the very last moment, before the crash the pilot manages to jump out of the parachute, but the straps barely stretched, as a blow followed and an instant loss of consciousness.
   Donald Trump picked up by the arms and splashed water in the face, around you can see bristling faces, swastikas, the emblem of the SS - two zippers. He is torn off his clothes, and a 100% natural Donald with horror sees two overgrown female breasts. They crumple, tweak, pull. Then they begin to tear off the sword belt.
   Donald Trump desperately jerks, kicks with his feet. He is beaten with a butt on the head, then the cowards tear, climbing with dirty hands into intimate places. Frightened Donald roars like a woman, a woman's body influences the mind. He knows what must happen and trembles on the eve of this.
   - That the whore, the night witch was caught, now drink a bowl of humiliation for the lost comrades.
   Donald felt a sharp sting in his groin. He began with a frenzy of rape. At the same time Donald Trump had two men at once. It was not so much painful as humiliating, his man "cocked"
  as the last prostitute - let him be even in the flesh of a beautiful girl. There were a lot of them, a lot of them and inside of him all broke the bay with a poisonous seed. Donald Trump thought that this would all end, but the fascists found another flour.
   "She's a flier, let her fly!"
   Donald Trump cut a vein, then pulled out the tweezers with veins and tied to the plane.
   To hear hoarse and drunken voices:
   - Well, here's a whore. Go to the flight, we want fabulous sensations.
   The fighter took off, Donald Trump jerked and tore off the surface, only branches of the bush slashed over the bare, tanned female leg. The most terrible pain, when the veins began to climb out, was in front. It seemed that everything had already been tested by Donald Trump and there was nothing to surprise him, but in fact, the tendons were stretched out and the blood splashed from his eyes.
   The plane wrote out pirouettes, made hills, barrels, dead loops. All this shook and threw the body.
   Donald Trump roared, while the rest of his incarnations were tormented. Then the fighter began to drop sharply and Donald Trump crashed into the ground, then he was dragged along with thorns, dipped into a smelly swamp. All this made suffering a little different. It seemed like an airplane never run out of gas. However, flying over the sensation for more than one hour, he burns in a flash and everything again repeats.
   The devil even sang a rough, scratched steel, barbed brush in his brain:
   You know, you filthy dude,
   Our evil has no beginning!
   You will receive in a nickle,
   All again again at first!
  
   And the crown of thorns,
   The point of the century's eyelids will not dull!
   Your torment is over,
   Never, never will come!
   Strangely enough these words, instead of finishing off Donald Trump, he was revived. He was very sensitive to clumsy rhyme.
   And the voice of the former US president gained confidence:
   "You fucking talked in verse." So it's not all right with your horns.
   The Devil's offspring hissed ominously:
   - And I see you a little. I decided not to take it by catapult. I appreciate the sense of humor blamed, where he now define with the seventh form of torture. Maybe in a nuclear reactor.
   The devil wiggled the warts with tentacles:
   - Seven sacred number and it must be something grand. And such that suffering overwhelmed the measure.
   The demon, sparkling with horns, gave his version:
   - Then I propose a variant - a supernova, it will devour it from the inside.
   - Great! Listen to Donald the billionaire and the fool! You are especially honored to experience what we offer only to the most notorious criminal and rebel leaders. Be afraid and repent of the enemy of the Lord!
   Then, before his eyes, Donald was spinning, and he was in the center of a continuous multibillion-dollar flame, now the whole body dissolved in it, and he felt the terrible heat of every molecule. What he felt when he plunged into hell was only a childish babble compared to the voice of the archangel.
   This eclipsed all other hypostases of pain. His brain seemed to swell, feeling at once the trillions of cubic kilometers of red-hot plasma. Now he realized what a real sense of pain is that has no analogues in the whole universe. And, nevertheless, even this was not the limit, the intensity of suffering all increased - the star experienced a second birth. What is a supernova explosion - one hundred trillion atomic bombs dropped into one place. And all the digest at once can not be a single psyche. Donald shuddered, there was a stupor in his brain, the last incarnation had finished him.
   The black troll looked at his helpless body, the Magoplasma computer gave out:
   "Hell killed him."
   The Prince of Dark Forces with apparent sympathy said:
   - What will have to return the little man.
   Donald Trump came into himself all seven hypostases extinguished, devils angrily rumbled:
   - You are lucky man. Your lady has interceded for you, the torture is over, but if you come to us again, it will be the same, but a thousand times stronger and more inventive, and most importantly for endless billions of years. Now get acquainted with Beelzebub.
   Before Donald appeared a vague image, which instantly embodied with the concentration of all the terrible, all this was so disgusting that Donald Trump remembered only three curved corkscrews. Then a sharp finger pierced him through; be it not in Hell, he would have died immediately from such an operation, pierced from the buttocks to the neck. He was carried upwards, again a burning flame was raging around, flickers flashed past, and finally a ray of light cut through his eyes.
   - While free. See you soon! Said Beelzebub. Donald once again disconnected when consciousness returned to his head, a gentle female voice said:
   "My dear boy, how you were soaked in hell."
  Donald opened his eyes and blinked a little. Before him appeared the beautiful goddess Affa. A wonderful girl stood next to an ugly troll. The beauty and the Beast! Extraordinarily huge contrast.
   The troll looked embarrassed and stepped back slightly. The brightness of the goddess indeed made an impression. She did not look angry, though.
   She said with a smile:
   "How dare you, so to mock my fool?" - And ran her hand over Donald's muscular neck. "You were badly tormented by the poor thing?"
   Trump did not lose his sense of humor:
   - If you suffer for a long time, something will come out.
   The goddess laughed and suggested:
   - Well, you're good fool! Dexterously hammer your tongue!
   The troll timidly gave a voice:
   "He became my disciple." It's his choice!
   Affa turned to Trump:
   - It's true?
   Donald answered without a trace of embarrassment:
   - You know yourself!
   Affa changed her glow to a purple one, and suggested:
   "Well ... It'll be fun if the troll takes care of your training." Only he is quite capable of breaking such a toy as you. Therefore, I propose the following.
   The goddess Affa turned to the troll:
   "Beelzebub ... You are imprisoned on this planet and you can not leave it, right?"
   The troll nodded in agreement.
   - Unfortunately so!
   The Goddess suggested:
   "Let Trump collect seven master keys of power that will help you break free." That will be fun!
   The Troll shrugged his shoulders with a shrug.
   "A mere mortal can not do it." Even I did not succeed when I was free!
   The goddess giggled and noticed:
   - Artifacts are so easily not given. But how strange is a man, especially if he is an adult with the soul of a child is much more likely to get them ...
   The troll looked steadily at Affa and muttered:
   "You see, I'm up to something." You want to heat up the heat with someone else's hands!
   The goddess in response chuckled, in a voice like a nightingale trill, replying:
   - And here's how the card will fall ... Let him if he succeeds himself decides who picks the absolute power to pass - a beauty or a monster!
   The troll muttered rudely:
   "You think you seduce him with your magnificent backside!" Will not work! He is a practical man and understands that I rationally dispose of artifacts I!
   Affa laughed and replied:
   "I'll make it absolutely immortal, and I'll give you a paradise that never dreamed of!" And what can you do? To create another nightmare!
   Troll nonsense probasil:
   "But I'll teach him how to kill and destroy!" And believe me, the best thing in life!
   The goddess winked. From her legs in diamond shoes began to blossom beautiful fragrant flowers, they covered the destructive landscape, the dwelling of the troll. In the sky, finally, the clouds were scattered, and the sun appeared. The goddess Affa remarked:
   "I can destroy it, but only elves are able to get real pleasure!"
   The troll snorted contemptuously.
   "A real man does not choose glamor ..." And then he made a cunning mug, suggested. "Swear that you will not influence Mr. Trump's choice." Let him decide with whom he should be!
   Affa nodded and replied:
   - Yes, let him decide! So it's even more interesting!
   The troll, clanging his crooked teeth, insisted:
   "Swear it!"
   The goddess confidently uttered, raising her right hand:
   "I swear it!"
   The troll became even more gloomy, warning:
   "Know Affa, you ought to keep vows, and you know that!"
   The goddess answered self-assuredly:
   "Trump is not crazy to associate his destiny with the descent of hell." In the meantime, I explain to him what to do.
   The troll nodded in agreement.
   - Yes, you have to move beyond the boundaries of the empire of Luciferstan. And there even the goddesses are extremely dangerous.
   Affa nodded and replied:
   - Only seven keys. Each of them is a symbol. The first symbol, a statuette in the form of a lion. It is kept in the palace of the king of gnomes of Barsefal. In the most guarded hall, with the strongest magic protection. The second tiger, you can still find in the central palace of the emperor of the orcs. The third statue is in the form of an elephant. It is in the emperor of the goblins. Fourth master key, a statuette of a cock, Koschei immortal guards her.
  Then the goddess fell silent. The troll quacked impatiently.
   "Why are you so quiet." If you give a tip, then at all!
   Affa snorted contemptuously.
   - And he thinks you can handle it ... But okay, the fifth statuette in the form of a mouse from the emperor of the hobbits. Only do not think that the hobbits are weak, they created their own space empire. The sixth that in the form of a cat resides with the Forever young Baba Yaga, a beautiful witch that lives a billion years and has its own created people ... - Here the goddess shut up and frowned.
   Trump eagerly asked:
   "And the seventh?"
   Affa sighed heavily, and answered:
   - The seventh strongest in the form of a dragon was stolen from the temple of the Most High, and where it is now, I do not even know myself.
   Trump smiled and asked:
   "You want me to get this all for you ... But what will you give me in the way of help?"
   Affa laughed and answered:
   - Well, you and cutie ... Another would have immediately decided that mining artifacts is a hopeless business, and it is immediately ready! Surely we will supply you with a troll?
   The prince of darkness coughed and remarked:
   "I can only give him horrible memories." I have too few valuable things left!
   . CHAPTER? 7th
   Donald Trump was on the outskirts of the cosmic elven empire. At the station of the spaceport. She was in a luxurious elven cloak, legs in high-boots, and unlike fairy-tails guided by imaginary teams. But given Donald's small experience in the management of artifacts, the goddess Affa advised them to put them on the fuses by turning the fasteners. The cloak could also display the properties of the invisible. An excellent weapon for Donald was the sword - one hundred heads from the shoulders. To feed a small tablecloth-samoranka. To track the enemies of the mirror-TV. Very valuable was also a talisman-resuscitator, he could rewind time back, and return the hero to the past in case of death. Priceless thing, but can only act seven times. And finally, the medallion of the magical Hyperkiller. A very powerful thing, if you fill it with spells. Can even move between worlds.
   Total Trump received from the Goddess Affa according to the rule of no more than seven magical things. But very valuable ...
   The troll is chained to the planet with the pyramids. The goddess also offered to make a special love of farewell. It seemed with their colossal sexual experience, it turns out a rough spark.
   But Donald Trump and the goddess Affa, on the contrary, acted very timidly. For starters, they just wanted to dance. The young man Donald took the goddess-star by the hand, he felt the heat of her skin, the guy at once pierced the erotic wave.
   Putting her hand on her bare waist, Trump began to dance, he was so excited that the swollen log tore his pants. At that moment the sensitive Affa was experiencing even stronger erotic feelings. The touch of the dazzling earthly and yet cosmic guy captivated her, and when he put his hand on her neck, the girl felt a hot wave rising her breasts and igniting heavenly feelings.
   The young man felt all her human, healthy, excitable flesh, her hands began to unfasten the dress neatly, the laser fasteners parted, exposing her breasts. The excitement of the goddess girl grew more and more, so the "star boy president" opened her mouth with teeth glinting like a sunny disk and clung to her lips. The passionate goddess was immediately thrown into a fever, her mouth dripped with nectar and became unusually sweet. It seemed to her that light sparks ran through her hair, this flexible, but quick tongue of a young man penetrated her cheek. He slid, causing a tickling, the girl squealed, her eyes widened.
   It looked like a full-flowing honey river, pouring into the pharynx with the pussy-shores, the girl-goddess was clearly baldela. Then the young man Trump recoiled from her, then curved, his long rough tongue touching his chest. A gentle touch excites the ruby nipples of the deity. They swelled at once, becoming harder than stone. then humidified.
   The star-guy and former president actively earned, his tongue slid from the right breastbone making circular motions, to the left. The goddess-girl laughed with happiness, her heart was beating harder and harder. The drum beat off a fraction, the heat flared up, hot Affa even began to moan. She was very cool, I wanted more and more. Then the waves began to run over the skin, and the hair rose upright.
   - A-aa! What a pleasure! She whispered.
   "It will be even better now!" - Young Trump moved down the slope, his tongue slipped on his belly, sinking lower and lower. Finally, he groped for a sensitive diamond of femininity, then plunged into the moistened grotto of Venus. The heat that was pouring inside the stomach became even intolerable. It seemed in a bosom, thousands of volcanoes erupted at once and millions of insects were touching the paws. It was painful and at the same time inimitably pleasant.
   - Ah! What a strong language you have! The goddess of Affa croaked. Her feelings were so sharp that she began to scream. Then the whole sky was flooded with a solid fire, and the girl plunged into her first in her life, a unique strong and voluptuous orgasm.
  At the same time, her body was beating in convulsions, the womb shedding divine juices. The young Trump seemed to be very glad that he managed to achieve this from his partner, whom he considered a goddess. When her cries ceased, he began to work his tongue, waking and stirring the fire of passion. The flame quickly rose, but now the girl had little of his language, she wanted more.
   "Take me whole!" I want to surrender completely!
   The radiant young man nodded, his masculine dignity enormous and at the same time elegant set in motion. If he was not a man, but an elf, perhaps the goddess Affa was frightened of such proportions, but he was the president defeated by her, around which, even at the moment of copulation, several planets rotated.
   The goddess girl even thought that maybe billions of eyes look at them, catching every movement of hot bodies. Strange as it may seem, this thought did not cause her embarrassment, but an even stronger gust of passion. A young-looking star of sex leaned forward, the tip of the spear went into the treasury and caused an easy groan. Then the young man carefully, but vigorously moved, the goddess Affa went to the meeting, actively helping him.
   - How not good, your language, and even better! - She said. - What it is you have a huge and yet gentle.
   After the rhythm of the movements accelerated, the goddess-girl began to cry more and more. Her exclamations caused turbulence in the atmosphere of the planets, as well as a strong earthquake. At the same time, a wave of violent orgasms flooded her head. The girl was so amazing, bravura marches played in her head, and storms rushed through the depths of the womb, that she was ready to give her life to prolong such sweet moments of passion even longer.
   The young man Donald felt similar feelings, and how many times he was not discharged, the excitement from him did not subside. On the contrary, each new orgasm was stronger and longer than the previous one. And if you consider that he was engaged in sex not for the first time, but also for a past life, thousands of times, then he had impressions above the roof. At once three girls were clinging to him, they worked on him at once, it was terribly pleasant.
   Apparently, the goddess Affe really wanted to be possessed by three men, and she was not shy. Gradually, the passion reached its culmination, and if ever young and strong bodies were still able to cope with such a load, then the psyche was already clearly overloaded. For several hours of mating, they experienced not one hundred orgasms, they were even too good. Finally, Donald Trump and the goddess Affa must, having received complete satisfaction, abandoned the magical and cosmic orgy.
   The former American president sat down at the station. Everything here, as expected, the elves were beautiful. Armchairs for passengers are made in the form of flower buds. Throughout the station, wonderful aromas of various plants and culinary products were carried. Played a quiet, and very pleasant music. And the elves themselves were all very beautiful, with impeccable facial features, and clean skin. And the males and females smelled delicious spirits.
   Donald was sitting in the hall specially for the elves. He was waiting for the arrival of a scheduled intergalactic liner, dispersed by techno-magic. And after making love with the temperamental goddess, as well as the recent communication with both the troll and hell, he felt so tired that he was unbearably drawn to sleep. Indeed, what to take from a living person.
   First, Donald saw something vague, and expressionless. But then it came through. Visions became more distinct and real. Only their fairy-tale from it did not decrease. And what will you take from the billionaire who just made love, with the deity.
   The labyrinths of the asteroid are so mysterious, each corridor is something fantastic. The game of precious stones scattered on the walls, some of them resemble various dazzling faces of demons, can fairy-tale good and evil gins. It seemed that the spirits live in these dungeons. So however, partly, there were special etheric forms of life capable of moving between the stars. There was a legend that these are the souls of hopeless sinners thrown into interuniverse spaces. So they are doomed to eternal wandering! Donald Trump, however, is a good boy and always was he in the place of God the Creator, would give everyone a chance, appreciate the personality of each individual, giving the opportunity to taste the different joys of being.
   The president boy took the machine in sight. Carefully verified and fired at the dead point. In the rear of the half-dimensional measurements that surround the robots, there is a special joint that can inject a relatively weak discharge and break through the protection, destroy the machine. In this case, the destruction will be local and other robots will not notice anything.
   Automatically worked out traffic, accurate shot and exactly in the bull's-eye!
   "You'll see - how lovely!" Instantly get into the robot - almost not aiming! - Donald Trump flew nothing else. Here is another "droid", hovers beautifully as in the movie "Star Wars", you also need to pierce the Magometric defense. However, a short princeps-pulse can be struck and in the forehead, only intense
  peas and destroy the concentrated volleys. In addition, to retreat further to the enemy was once, behind, turned out to be populated areas of Proud Russia. Julius Caesar, without losing his presence of spirit, whispered:
   - There has come a dramatic moment! Pieces of Shakespeare's pulsars! But do not get lost, the fracture is near.
   Warmaster Hannibal rejoiced:
   "It seems that we succeeded in forming a great cauldron." It will go down in history; as cosmic Cannes.
   The girl-warrior of the Harlequin answered with fever:
   - Yes, this is much bigger and more grandiose!
   Hannibal made a gesture, a sparkling glass appeared in the air. It was splashing wine, cybernetic dishes produced a hologram and sang:
   - Let's drink to our country, let's drink to Stalin!
   - Drink and pour again - Hymn Hannibal, right cybernetic eye, propelled a mechanical stem.
   The liquid in the glass changed color, became pink, bubbles blew with precious stones from her. The hologram over the glass turned into a beautiful naked girl, she shook her full bronze breasts with ruby crystal octagonal nipples.
   - My dear, I was very sad, I opened the path to the stars! Soaring above the mountain eagle! A symbol of Russian glorious power! Saints shoot relics! The rocket to the dust quasar ripped! - The naked girl-hologram danced, rotating her hips and waist. It was so sexy, and the scarlet lips played seductively.
   Hannibal in his new, not aging body, felt a surge of desire. This is a hetaera, what a wonderful world. But this is not the limit: a dozen of the most real beauties, half of them elves materialized before the hypermarkhall.
   The girls began to dance slowly, depicting religious dances, and between their bare feet streamed flame-colored, gleaming with all the colors of the rainbow chain-robots. It looked stunning. The former commander of the first Punic war, did not have time to marvel at how modern women are sexy and devilishly beautiful.
   A dozen girls were half bared, leaving only tiny necklaces of jewelry that barely cover the luxurious breasts and bard, and sparkling bracelets on the wrists and ankles. They danced, playing with natural muscles. Female elves were a little thinner and more elegant. And what legs, ankles, hips, muscular, magnificent in them so much strength, sexuality, animal and at the same time intellectual eroticism. Hypermarshal more and more wind, it's like in the underworld of Lucifer, who wants to convince the saint to voluntarily give up paradise! Suddenly dreams and the peak of bliss are interrupted by the furious voice of the computer:
   - In our rear, there is an unprecedented outrage of energy. Opening of the portal and release of phantoms.
   - What?! Rokossovsky's face twisted. "Who is behind us?"
   - The army of multi-clones! Panther with Leopardov! - I joked the computer.
   - Quasarno! - Threw out Hannibal.
   - Phantoms are being dropped from the subspace.
   To the village, the playful Hannibal turned pale: he knew that the phantoms, despite not being quite material, possess great striking power. What is magical matter is a certain state of vacuum, of energies, of various fields of stellar magic. The special mixed nature of magical matter, gives it a tremendous destructive power. This means they are completely capable of destroying an essential part of the space armada. An experienced commander, already beaten in the past by Ancient Rome, understood what it was like when you have strong enemy troops in the rear. It is not for nothing that the experience of the ancient battles has shown the effectiveness of hitting blows.
   What to do in this case! There are no reserves left.
   Hypermarshal Hannibal commanded:
   - We are regrouping the troops. Leaving a weak cover, all the forces came down on the army of phantoms.
   "Listen to Comrade Hannibal!" - Other marshals and generals announced amicably.
   "Then attack!" I turn on the selective mode of the computer. Let the electronic mind itself, set priorities!
   Obeying the order, the troops split. Approximately three quarters moved against the phantoms, and the rest blocked the cover.
   Hannibal was at the seventh level of the underworld. Memories like the Roman general Scorpio, turning into a general flight of elephants, who then, with their heavy knives, at once trampled the army of Carthage. The spectacle was still, bloody slime literally squelched, under the thick soles, threatened to suck the quagmire. And his brother Grannik with at least a dozen arrows in his chest. Dying and starting with convulsions ...
   All these thoughts swept through the hyperplasma brain of the hypermarshal in an instant. Millions of starships of Grozny Russia attacked the army of phantoms. Those moved with fantastic speed. Here is an advanced knight struck with a spear missile cruiser. The point pierced and then split the ship. The Archer Elf fired an arrow, followed by other guests. Their speed was many times greater than the light speed. Ultra-dreadnought, after receiving dozens of hits, caught fire as abandoned
  in the wood warehouse "Molotov cocktail". The flames were of a multitude of colors and shades, it burned princeps magic. Imagine a magic fire, it does not require oxygen, and devours the material millions times stronger than titanium. All this is stunningly beautiful, it is difficult to tear off the view. Prince Vladimir Krasnoe Solnyshko ordered shooting at a distance, arrows rushed faster than missiles, in response, the star fleet opened fire from all the guns, emitters and launchers. The most powerful thermocrezone rockets exploded, exciting the mini-matter of which the phantoms consisted. Theoretically and almost immortal phantom can be destroyed by a large concentration of super energy. But to do this is very difficult.
   Vladimir Solnyshko ordered Alyosha Popovich and Baldak:
   - Expand the Chinese fan! Let our troops maneuver and grab enemies from the flanks.
   Alyosha shook his head doubtfully and offered:
   - Or maybe just split the opponent in half?
   Vladimir Solnyshko retorted:
   "Do not!" In this case, we will have to fight on two fronts. And we are not just an enemy, but a classic boxing bag.
   Alyosha Popovich fighting off, from stalkingly trying to sting thermopreon missiles said:
   "The enemy seems to be trying to do this with us."
   The thunderous voice of the baldak suggested:
   - Let's combine tactics, blow a convex lens, and in the center of the "rose". Such a construction will be very effective.
   Vladimir Solnyshko agreed:
   - What are we going to try out? Svyatogor will lead the attack in the center.
   The chief of the regiment Svyatogor is cheerful, he answered:
   "There is a commander!"
   Hannibal, as it is easy to guess, however, himself, sought to capture the enemy from the flanks. He understood best of all, and on both sides, what is a fight in a cauldron. At the same time, both armies approached each other inexorably.
   Prince Vladimir Krasnoe Solnyshko decided that the optimal tactic is a combination of shelling and felling.
   Svyatogor as always broke forward. Already in the years the hero, with powerful blows of swords, hacked down two battleships, they crumbled into flaming splinters. True, the strong man himself burned with a hyperplasma lash. Especially rockets and radiators were dangerous; licking space. They formed whole holes in the armor, causing terrible, sometimes fatal wounds.
   Battling next to Svyatogor, the Knight-King Lionheart rotated the ax, deftly cut down the Gross-destroyer, and his steed trampled a dozen missile boats. Then the monarch-giant broke the three cruisers with a deliberate swing. In a rage Svyatogor attacked a huge ultra-battleship. Immediately hack such a giant, it was too difficult. Strikes with swords do not immediately reach the goal. They cut the armor, they cut the towers. But the huge spaceship fires back, hurting even the hardened Svyatogor. Lionheart suggests:
   - Cut into the reactor. Hit him with the sword.
   Svyatogor acts in this way. The hyper-reactor jerked off, the huge spaceship, as if overgrown with sparkling, forced to moan by vacuum feathers. Mature hero-phantom recoiled, several plates of armor melted, burned the horse.
   - The bastard is nibbling!
   The Lionheart shields the shield, the thermo-Creon rocket hits the center, a concussion occurs, a surface similar to the steel surface was slightly burned. Several fighters next to them, got serious injuries, some even crumbled.
   But the most interesting and attractive fighters are girls.
   Semi-naked gigantic phantom girls set in motion the axes and five-blade swords. Countess de Laufer long, dexterous fingers of her bare foot, grabbed the cruiser by the nose, crushing at once fifty guns. In the mirror-like reflection of the foot created by magic, the golden-haired girl was struck by a thermopreon rocket, instantly evaporating the floor of her leg. The countess nearly went crazy with pain, her friend was struck by a breast, from which pieces of magical flesh flew in different directions. And Sir Hamilton was struck with such power that the shield disintegrated, and a huge hole appeared in his chest. Got a barefooted young beauty Duchess de Buckingham, her feet blistered from a spilled fire in the vacuum.
   The losses of the fleet of Grozny were also huge. Especially when the battle entered the dinosaurs. Various including hybrid breeds mixed with crabs, mollusks, or even kinds of nuts. These giants only outwardly seemed awkward, but in reality proved to be very formidable force. They crushed and tore the structures, trying to choose starships larger. They were fired at by ships of all stripes, but they could not lay down such enormous carcasses, the size of a medium-sized carcass. The only thing that could be done is to get away from the inevitable defeat of the dinosaur-nut. Such a monster is almost impossible to stop, but the starships are trying to maneuver, moving away from the giants.
   Prince Vladimir Krasnoe Solnyshko confidently commands:
  "Try to get closer to them." Drag the advanced shelves into the dinosaurs. Break up into small flocks and fight hard, deprive them of maneuver, brazenly cut!
   Warriors broke into groups: so to destroy the starships, much more effective. Svyatoslav and the Lionheart attacked the whirling round their cruiser, both bogatyrs were seriously injured, but their movements preserved their impetuosity.
   And the girls not only wrecked their swords, but dexterously picked up the spaceships with their legs, and threw them away from each other. It was something, from football, the heels were reflected from a lot of suns, the skin of bare feet, the girl's soles played with all the colors of the rainbow, although it was burned with hyperplasma explosions, destroyed ships.
   The warriors even cried out in pain, the petals of the superhero, the flaming torment caressing their long-suffering legs.
   Millions of warriors in the starships, moved from side to side. The five-star general Maxim Maksimovich Tankoloby, admiring the shimmering shins of his shining knees, ankles, the feet of adorable girls, and the old one to stay in place in his cruiser, which was picked up by the naked leg of the fairest princess Elizabeth, said:
   - Beauty does not kill - beauty itself is deadly!
   Two warriors, like in a gigantic ballet, threw up magnificent boots and put a cruiser between them and squeezed it at once. Metal is a million times stronger than titanium, burst like an egg under the tracks of a tank. Death worthy of description in the poems of the golden age!
   A naked bust of the fairest princess Tarakanov, from the strawberry-crimson nipples fly muggle, causing the deformed accordion starships and driving the fighters crazy.
   The boy-creator Sfaro yelled out:
   - A person can create everything, he can not just come up with everything!
   Experienced Hannibal saw that magical power collided with nanotechnology, and while it takes up!
   Carthage commander ordered:
   - Transfer the ships to the maximum intensity mode of shooting and increase the speed of maneuver. In no case do not give the enemy a chance of a successful counterattack.
   The elf girl in the form that the Harlequin drew, corrected:
   - Phantoms of Proud Russia, they are just attacking us and are moving forward, so, most likely, we can talk about our counterattack.
   Although the girl was a marshal, such statements have enraged the hypermarshal: it turns out that the eggs are taught to the chicken, and the peasant woman.
   Hannibal yelled passionately:
   "Shut up!" I send you on an ultra-dreadnought: intercept dinosaurs and successfully shoot them. After all, you have such forces and serious potential. Especially the feminine mind, the child of the race is light-weight and loving.
   Elf-creator (in fact, it's a man-female!) Ironically remarked:
   "We are millions of years older than humans." Another monkey, from which a man happened, did not take a stone in his hand, and we plowed through the expanses of the cosmos, and created masterpieces.
   Hannibal, twisting his head, as the wind wings observed a wise thought:
   - The essence of the present! There is no more miserable nation than the one whose successes have been in the distant past! There is no more eminent empire than that which lives by the present, and every year it becomes stronger!
   The Elf-Creator with sarcasm shook the hairdress in the form of a hybrid of the Buddhist and Rhodes temple with fizzy drinks:
   - You humans still traditionally neglected their ancestors. Your pedigree was not worth it!
   Hannibal objected sternly:
   "I'm not just an Earthman, but a nugget!" My ancestors were simple peasants, but nevertheless I am proud of them!
   "You can be proud of this!" "The Harlequin was momentarily moved into the thick of the battle. Vaporized four fighter less, and immediately returned.
   Hannibal rigidly inserted, remarked:
   - Do not understand your glamorous nation, what are the difficulties and pain!
   The Harlequin laughed, she even managed to slap Brother Sfaro on the spout, and then go back. And let everything glow even steeper, while adding:
   A strong warrior, even one, is more useful than a pack of weaklings, just as one sharp sickle cuts a whole field of spikelets!
   But sometimes, among the spikelets of a weak army, you can hit a sickle-batyr with an unpleasant exception!
   If peace, then a generous feast, if war, then let the victorious cup of wine!
   Hannibal is bellowing:
   - Yes, I've had enough of eloquence with my pulsars!
   They talked at a very high speed, and therefore during the dialogue, the battle picture practically did not change. But the army of phantoms spewed streams of deadly energy. She pressed, trying to crumple all the obstacles, in the cosmos scattered bundles of energy, both destroyed starships, and struck phantoms. Girls, in addition to bows, legs and five-blade swords, used lashes with woven octahedles in their tails. They are particularly cool, they crushed smaller ships. The army of Proud Russia, meanwhile, went into a counteroffensive.
  She tried to split the enemies and at the same time to save her face - you can not give all the victories to the victories for phantoms.
   Julius Caesar confidently and vigorously giving orders, kept calm serenity, the closeness of victory, made even more calculating the great commander:
   - Use the building bud of the tulip brothers. Enemy jaws have weakened and it remains only to properly move on them and fly their teeth.
   The witch Malvina sent a hologram-transfer: her image of a gorgeous girl arose before the commander:
   - That Julius Caesar you are my king!
   The first emperor of Rome, joking, rhyming, replied:
   - You played a good role!
   - I did your whim! Sang Malvina, a girl with hair sparkling with millions of stellar shades.
   - Now get the first prize! "The Emperor of Rome, and now the commander of an incalculable armada, he raised two mahatomic swords."
   - I agree! - And Malvina sings in unison. "Julius Caesar is our strength!" Julius Caesar is our banner! Julius Caesar is always with us!
   The commander of Ancient Rome wagged a finger:
   "Do not waste money!"
   Malvina answered briskly:
   - Now the main thing! We must not let the enemy escape from the cauldron. The appearance of our troops in the rear of the enemy is a chance to seize the initiative on a tactical level.
   Julius Caesar mentally yawned, agreed:
   - And not a small chance!
   Malvina narrowed her eyes and sang:
   Monkeys make faces,
   And they sit on a branch!
   Frivolous yet ...
   -Was our ancestors! - Finished giggling Julius Caesar. "Although you know the beauty, my father was God Saturn himself, and also Jupiter."
   Malvina really from this stupidity, it was funny:
   - So you, that two father at once?
   Julius Caesar cut her off:
   "It's a matter of photons!"
   Malvina quickly and clearly stated:
   - It is necessary to spread the petals of the "rose" as wide as possible! And wrap your opponent around your throat. You apparently understand the importance of the moment!
   - The son of Jupiter and Saturn catches a moment with a quasar!
   - So act as a fighter, as if the Creator!
   Julius Caesar sent a telepathic magical impulse in order to control his numerous troops.
   And the girl also corrected the attack of phantoms. Simultaneously, magicians began to cut themselves among themselves.
   In general, when magicians fight this spectacle, not for the faint-hearted. And yet it's impressive. And if millions of starships on the one hand, hundreds of thousands of giant horsemen and dinosaurs on the other, begin to be cut, then for such a battle any, expensive to look at.
   The battle unfolds into an immeasurable rage. On the one hand attacking fast-moving horses, they fly, upside down, shudder to the sides. Dinosaurs waving their wings, spitting their teeth, kicking their hooves, grabbing their paws. The girls accelerate their whips, the armor under their blows crumples, and flashes like petrol from flint. Svyatogor and the Lion Heart broke through to the flagship where Marshal Sokolovsky was.
   . CHAPTER? 8
   The elf girl ordered, to apply biological mages. Fallen under their blow, the rider-phantom warped. He cringed and turned into an ordinary withered maple leaf.
   Svyatogor and the Lionheart managed to dodge the defeat and hit with swords on the armor. Before Sokolovskaya came a loud roar. The girl pulled out a beautiful face:
   "With swords on the starship!" What could be more absurd!
   A young man of the human breed replied:
   - What can you do! After all, these are mighty phantoms! The terrible power of magic! Against them it is almost impossible to resist.
   - Then we will maneuver, we pass to the new management program, "Chaotic chaos"!
   Lionheart, seeing that the Magoplasmic eruption intensified, and the spaceship unfolds, sent a boomerang. He flew and cut off part of his opponent's armor, and also demolished seven battle-firing towers with aggressively protruding duffles.
   - Here's a sex sextant! - Said the glorified outwardly young knight-monarch, revived to life by magic, or rather the fantasy of the asleep Donald Trump. Although of course he who sleeps is also to some extent God the Creator.
   And the Lionheart awakens with all its energy. In his brain began to awaken, previously blocked program, battles with starships. In general, every phantom passed an apparently invisible, but clearly fixed in memory, training program. Here and now the Lion Heart realized that it was necessary to deprive a huge, tortoise-like spaceship of maneuverability.
  Svyatogor, the hero, who received several wounds, was still cheerful, struggled to keep in the saddle. Nevertheless, the courage did not leave this knight.
   "Let's just piss on the tail." These starships are standard, and the engines are the same.
   Lionheart said with concern:
   - It's hard to get close! You see how he maneuvers!
   - And you hack with the help of the princeps-boomerang! Svyatogor growled, his eyes flashing.
   - Big risk to miss! - Answered the knight-monarch.
   - Nothing wrong! - Svyatogor swept the destroyer with a sweep of the sword, from the wreckage came the groans of the suffering of the perishing people, the demoniacs and robots. - He is not a divorced wife, he will always come back to you, and you will try again!
   The Lionheart slightly withdrew from the horrible size of the Moon from the starship, and launched its boomerang:
   "If you suffer for a long time!" Something to get!
   "And if it does not work out!" - This time, the goddess Affa appeared on the outskirts of the dream.
   "Let's try again!" - Automatically answered the knight-king.
   Princeps-Boomerang cut off the edge of the tail and went back. In general, mini-matter, despite the apparent lack of connecting links, being soldered by magic, is fairly strong.
   Under the Lion's Heart collapsed, almost dematerialized a blue-colored unicorn. He got too many hits from guns of different caliber. Svyatogor meanwhile was hacking with the cruisers, which was much easier. Almost every blow was fatal. But try to cope with malolets and witches. They are as small as mosquitoes and there are a lot of them. Lion's Heart forced the horse to stop, the grasshopper's horseman who had lost his life, and jumped on it!
   - Heroes rush from the chase! We princeps plasma does not catch up! - The knight-king sang. - We need only hear a lyre with a balalaika!
   Really a legendary warrior, attacking with a boomerang, a huge car covered with many fields and a Magomatrix. In this spaceship there were eighty five million fighters, and almost two billion warriors. Representatives of almost two hundred and twenty races and species fought in it. Imagine such a gigantic, almost incomprehensible for reflection and perception of Noah's Ark. Ultra-modern incorporating the life forms of various galaxies.
   And he is attacked by a wounded phantom rider, on white, also in wounds of a horse.
   This picture is worthy of a brush by Raphael or Picasso, and maybe even by Leonardo Davinci. To capture the moment: when a warrior throws his boomerang.
   - I'm in excitement, like a boy, like a punks! With Magobomb, or cover and Khan! - He sang that it would be more fun and better to concentrate the Lion Heart.
   And inside the spaceship, too, are living beings who want to live! Have children and build cities. Here are three cute mink-like muzzles with heads and butterflies looking like ears on the wings of the butterflies, they are preparing for the landing as a landing. They have just passed a course of combat training and resting, sharing their impressions.
   The first butterfly-piglet Veich, expressed in a peculiar manner:
   - You know on my steeply pretty ranch, I bred medoneuschih magostrekosis, they grazed on the plantations of bells, cabbage daisies and linden. But the mafia ordered the replacement of crops, for rattlesnakes, one of the most powerful drugs. On the one hand, it is much more profitable, but on the other hand I have trouble with the law.
   The second piglet, the little butterfly, Viscount de Porque agreed:
   - Yes! These authorities of Grozny Russia are monitoring the spread of drugs. Mego-robots, scouts are especially active. Among them, they say, appeared very tiny in size with a molecule, they, using the energy of stellar photons, actively move through space.
   The third youngest butterfly-pig Pig, peeking, remarked:
   - I do not know! The modern Russian language, which we were forced to learn at school, is very complicated. In the history of development it is said that initially there were only six cases, but now it is twenty-four.
   Viscount de Porque grinned:
   - What a life of school! - And then, not without a charm, he began to sing. - Where every day is the control! Addition, division! Fotonov eruption!
   Veicha is as kind as a butterfly, and not a pig bared:
   - And for me, when I was in school, the most difficult subject was the princeps-physicist. Especially when it was necessary to designate the given parameters of hyperplasma. Although the ways to bring matter to the hyperplasma state are very interesting. Modern technologies make it possible to place a thermo-reion and even a magopreonov reactor in a lighter.
   At that moment, the molecules and photons showered heavily from the walls. Everything flooded with a bloody color.
   - Looks like we are zapofonii! Snarled the sergeant, the viscount de Porque.
   Donald Trump woke up. He felt cheerful and rested. Opposite him sat three elf. Girls are very similar to terrestrial females, very beautiful, with pointed ears to which are pinned brooches of unearthly stones. They exuded the subtle scent of a very expensive, tickling nostril of perfume. They exhibited
  in general among elves, especially at this level of development of ugly does not happen.
   The elf is sensitive to his appearance and can not afford to look not aesthetically pleasing.
   Donald has a young, strong and healthy body, felt a strong arousal and hunger. Really did not stop to eat, especially since she has a tablecloth-self-cleaning. If you believe in fairy tales, then this magic food is very tasty.
   Young Trump turned to the girls:
   - Hello beauties! I see that you are a little bored ...
   Girls on netbooks were cut into a strategic game. They did not look bored. But the voice of the beautiful young man sounded like heavenly manna. The elves of men are twelve times less than girls, and many males are characterized by bisexuality. Of course, the elves do not have enough male attention.
   Girls responded in chorus:
   - Of course ... We do not mind talking!
   Beauties sat down to Donald. Young Trump, feeling hungry, suggested:
   "I'm treating you!" Let's deploy!
   The tablecloth-self-wrestling unfolded on the table, and the bottles of wine and a snack sparkled. The wine was fragrant, like perfume, which is unusual for a person, but still, pleasant. Trump paid more attention to the snack. Thick, meat worms with a poppy head, covered with a chocolate-like cream, cakes in the form of brightly colored sailboats, flowers to taste a very good ice cream with the smell of perfume.
   Donald was still surprised that the elves have flowers, as a rule, of different colors, and then with individual drawings of petals. He seems to be artificial. But this is all a product of magic selection. Just as magic mixed with technology, giving rise to miracles.
   Elves did not complain of lack of appetite. The tallest of them turned out to be the most talkative. She is already under one hundred thousand years, although the skin is clean, fresh and velvety, like a teenage girl, and the figure is slim and tight.
   But if you are a hundred thousand years old, it means that one fine day or night you can fall asleep and not wake up. Your immortal soul will fly to another universe in order to continue the path of karma.
   A hundred-thousand-year-old girl, pouring in herself three glasses of wine stronger, unleashed her tongue, telling about the star wars.
   - I was very young then. And received as a fighting unit, a magical destroyer. Cars then, also controlled telepathy, but they loved to chat. So the onboard computer, realizing that before him an amateur, and began to teach me. Well, I, too, is not so simple - I pushed him a magic virus. Oh, how this became a computer tight. He shook as if in a fever, and with him began to do somersaults and my fighter.
   And then just orcs flew in. And it began. They nail for me, I answer them, and this leapfrog. Exchange of blows is simple, crazy. It's unclear even how they did not hit me! But the fools are lucky. And I survived, and even managed to knock down two orc cars. And then they interrogated me about what I had slipped into the computer for the virus. I've already answered:
   "different poses of the Kama Sutra"!
   The girls giggled, Donald, appreciating humor, kissed the elf. Damn it, she's a hundred thousand years old, and she's fresh, like a freshly torn lily of the valley. This is a damsel.
   The eternal girl kissed Trump in return. Her lips are sweet, like honey. Nice girl-elf in them the real freshness of spring, eternal and unfading. And what a deft tongue she has, how he pierces into his mouth and makes you kayf. The rest of the girls joined them. And it's great, it makes you lose your head. Reinforced and slept Trump made love with great excitement. Experiencing a shortage of male affection elfish extremely temperament. Four muscular, tanned bodies entwined in a ball.
   An elf guard passed by. Also with delicate features, and long curly hair. He looked at the temperamental jump and made himself a video recording.
   When, at last, the triumvirate was full, and Trump was exhausted, the elfs realized:
   - And our spaceship is flying ... Now we have to wait again!
   Trump muttered in confusion:
   - In our world everything has to wait! So that's all we have ... imperfect!
   The eldest of the elves noticed:
   - You have on your neck a medallion of the Magic Hypervora ... And you know that one of the properties of this artifact is the ability to carry anywhere in the universe!
   Trump grinned and remarked:
   - It seems that Affa told me this ...
   A hundred-thousand-year-old elf curiously rounded her eyes:
   "Did you communicate with the supreme goddess?"
   Trump nodded willingly.
   - Yes, one of the thirteen highest in the elven pantheon.
   The youngest elf of five thousand years old exclaimed:
   - Yes this is a tough guy! I immediately understood this from the cloak!
   The oldest added:
  - And the talisman of resurrection. This is a rare gift. We elves live long, but often die in battle! Yes, and the magic amulet Hypervora, a tremendous rarity.
   Trump spread his hands in frustration.
   - I somehow did not quite understand how to communicate with Hyperware.
   The eldest elf, after all, lived for a hundred thousand years, prompted:
   "You should address him as master." He'll talk to you himself.
   Donald eagerly took advantage of the advice. Friend winked at the artifact and said:
   "Hey, are you a magical Hyperware or whatever?" Can you help us move to the capital of the gnomes?
   From the medallion there was a sonorous, boyish voice:
   - I can do it ... But for this I need the energy of spells!
   Trump disappointed muttered:
   -And you, that she is not? To me, Affa said that you are completely charged with various spells.
   The medallion laughed a little and replied:
   - A spell of power can transfer you to the capital of the dwarves, but ... It still needs to be activated!
   Trump angrily replied:
   - Well, how to activate it?
   The magical hypervor replied:
   "We must tell the story." Quite original, interesting and not too short. Then I can activate the spell, which will take you all four in the capital of the empire of the dwarves.
   The eldest elf responded immediately:
   "Let me tell him!" I know so many stories!
   The medallion glowed red in denial:
   - No! Activate the spell can only my master!
   Trump grinned with a beautiful, youthful mouth and replied:
   - Oh well! I'll tell you a funny story!
   And Donald, writing on the move, began to weave a story:
   - Roosevelt in the aftermath of the Second World War laid many American soldiers and gave the Soviet Union half of Europe and China. And he wanted Trump to get more in his place. In fact, it was Soviet Russia that stood in the way of American world domination.
   Then Trump, using a magical artifact, stood in the place of Roosevelt. And the first milestone was 1941. First, Donald decided to abolish the sanctions against Japan. Mol why do we fight with the samurai. Better they go to the USSR. So we will save ourselves and weaken Stalin.
   For one thing, if Stalin wants to buy something, then only for money or gold. Free cheese is only in a mousetrap. Japan in the forty-first year did not join the war, and the Third Reich lost the battle for Moscow anyway. And the forty-second year developed according to a similar scenario, especially since Churchill continued the war with Germany. So the country of the Rising Sun behaved passively, then the battle for Stalingrad was curled according to a similar scenario.
   The Germans were defeated at Stalingrad. They retreated, but managed to partially play with a counterattack in the region of Kharkov and Belgorod. And further there has already gone some expense with real history. The British, not having the support of the United States, got stuck in Libya, where Hitler finally began to transfer significant reinforcements. The serious loss of Britain, the deterioration of the economic situation, and, most importantly, the increased activity of the German submarine fleet put Britain in an intolerable position.
   Especially since Trump refused the practice of providing assistance for free, and Britain already has already raised credits from the United States above the roof. The pragmatic president of the United States demanded that the British be more modest, and pay exceptionally cash. The German submarine fleet has grown significantly quantitatively, and has dealt very brittle blows to the British, and German submarines are the best quality in the world.
   Britain weakened, and in these conditions began to lose in Africa, having rolled to Egypt. Hitler changed plans. In the east did not advance, and Stalin just did stick to expectant tactics, counting the Germans on the offensive to provoke. But the fascists undertook Britain, sending seventeen divisions to the Black Continent. In addition, the Fuhrer finally managed to persuade Franco, and with the help of provocation, he dragged Spain into the war. The Generalissimo of the Castilian Empire, simply missed the German troops to Gibraltar. Then during the assault the SAU "Stumtgart" was tested.
   Powerful bombs have shown their effectiveness. Just like the Tiger tank. The main highlight of the "Tiger", its relatively good security when firing from all angles. What allows it to use in the breakthrough, when the guns are threshed from all sides.
   But the "Panther" with her weak side armor disappointed a little, although such hopes were connected with her.
   Churchill, in these conditions, realizing that the case smells of complete defeat, and the loss of Africa, Germany offered a truce for three years. The Fuhrer was smart enough to agree. Both sides exchanged prisoners. And the Germans and Italians got their own, and the British agreed to pay ransom.
   Stalin, with some delay, realized that expectant tactics do not justify themselves any more. And in mid-August passed in the offensive on orlovskom and Kharkov direction. But the Germans had already managed to become firmly entrenched, dug trenches, and began to move troops from west to east.
   Soviet troops initially moved on the Orel direction. But then, as more and more German units entered the battle, thrown from the west, the rate of attack fell. And then stopped altogether near the Eagle. The city itself unfortunately did not manage to take it. The Germans increased considerably. In addition, the "Panther" proved to be a very strong tank on the defensive. And its positive qualities: armor-piercing, rate of fire, and excellent weapon optics, along with decent frontal armor affected when the front line stopped.
   The Germans were able to stay on the fortified line, and this became the most important factor. The offensive of the Soviet troops dragged on until late autumn, but decisive success was not achieved. Stalin reluctantly listened to the commander and stopped the offensive operation, temporarily reconciling himself to the fact that the Fritzes still hold the Donbass.
   In addition, the calculation was built on a cold winter, possible successes in this period.
   But the Hitlerites did not lose time. The release of weapons has increased dramatically. Including aviation and tanks - has grown almost threefold. In this indicator, the fascists, using slave labor, were equal to the USSR.
   "Panther" was made six hundred to seven hundred a month, and "Tigers" no less than three hundred or four hundred. The Germans have achieved higher rates than in real history, thanks to the cessation of strategic bombing and the supply of raw materials from French Africa and the US, of course, for money.
   Trump put forward the slogan: America is above all and you need to trade with the devil. In the meantime, we need to make a bomb ... But not just an atomic bomb, but a neutron bomb. That there was no nuclear winter, and managed to capture all the values without destruction. And while moving the cunning Donald picked up literature on the production of neutron weapons.
   So now the US is developing a relatively safe to use bomb, which will save the conquered. But the main thing is that the war does not last too long.
   And the Red Army is strong, and the level of skill of the Soviet command has grown. In the winter the USSR launched an offensive on the main fronts. And although the Germans now fought only on one front. They had satellites in their ranks, and foreign divisions, but could not stand it, they sank.
   Soviet troops reached the Dnieper, and liberated Smolensk. Only the mobilization of foreign divisions, Vlasovites, Spaniards, total measures within Germany itself, made it possible to avoid a total catastrophe. Especially since spring has come. The Red Army crossed the Dnieper, liberated Kiev, Zhitomir. But cunning Meinstein managed to catch the Soviet troops, trapped in March, a cauldron and partially restore the position of beating back Kiev. In spring, the Soviet tank T-34-85 and IS-2 entered series production. The Germans, in turn, launched the "Panther" -2 and "Tiger" -2. These cars proved to be quite dangerous and strong for fighting.
   But the most important thing is the jet aircraft of the Luftwaffe, which was ahead of the Soviet one. But Trump still did not like it. Japan still did not enter the war, but at the same time had considerable forces. And the Red Army on June 22 launched an offensive with a powerful blow in the center. The Germans, however, in Belarus had a strong defense. The balance of forces was more favorable for the Wehrmacht. There was no second front, no bombing, no ruin of the Fau program. So it was not possible to arrange a total catastrophe of the operation type "Bagration".
   But the active partisans, who literally paralyzed the supply as a result of rail war. And, of course, made it difficult to transfer troops to vulnerable areas. In addition, the Germans could not guess the direction of the main blow. As a result, despite all efforts, the Red Army broke into Minsk, creating a boiler for the Germans. In which there were about twenty battered divisions.
   But here the Japanese - they do not understand. It's not for nothing that they say that Japan is a mysterious country for the European people. In short, the samurai struck the Far East. Not wishing to fight with the USSR when, he lost, the Japanese opened the second front in an extremely difficult situation for the Wehrmacht.
   And, of course, this required the transfer of additional reserves. Japan, not counting the colonial possessions, is over one hundred million people. And she is capable of deploying an army of ten million soldiers. Stalin suspended the offensive against the Germans, and was forced to transfer considerable reserves to the east.
   The Nazis received a breather. To make up for the damage in the force, divisions from foreigners with German commanders were actively formed. Yet the population of Europe is greater than in the USSR. So to make up for the loss was what. Active units were formed from Russian prisoners of war. In the autumn, a more advanced modification of the "Panther" -2 appeared with a small, narrow tower, and a low silhouette - while armed with an 88-millimeter cannon.
   And in December, the series received the SAU E-25, in its Now the Germans could feel more confident. "Tiger" -2 received a more powerful engine in 1000 horsepower, and a copper transmission. And this tank was in the modification of the "C" more successful combat unit than the previous models of the "Tiger".
   So the Germans let and with great difficulty, but repelled the January offensive in the center, and held back the defense. The Japanese surrounded Vladivostok, and captured almost all Primorye. The Red Army retreated behind the Amur and tried to keep the defense there. In winter, fighting in the Far East halted. But in the spring, when it became warmer, the samurai launched a massive offensive in Mongolia, with a breakthrough to Central Asia. The USSR had to spray again its forces. This took advantage of Germany. Using more advanced and better protected tanks "Panther" -2 and "Tiger" -2 with a small tower, as well as the E-100, a tank with powerful protection and armament, the Nazis were able to break through the front of the Soviet defense in the center. The Red Army repulsed both the offensive of the Japanese in Central Asia and Siberia. Therefore, there was not enough strength to repel the German offensive and close the gaps. As a result, the Red Army withdrew to the Dnieper. But the fascists also suffered huge losses, losing almost all their new tanks.
   Stalin ordered, strengthen the defense, and keep the defense, on both fronts. Winter came and the Red Army dealt a heavy blow to the Germans in Estonia, knocking out the Nazis from Talin. Fritz beat and in Byelorussia, knocking out of Gomel, Orsha, Mogilev. In addition, the Soviet troops liberated Kiev and Zhitomir. But in the summer of 1946, Germany took the initiative again.
   The Germans were able to return the lost and return to the Dnieper. In the battles participated German flying saucers, and appeared disk-shaped helicopters.
   The winter of 1947 proved to be a landmark. The Red Army achieved limited success. Since the fascists massively used the more advanced tanks of the E series, in particular the E-50, and the Soviet T-54, was not yet ready. But here was an exchange of blows. In the summer, the Fritz and the Japanese launched a massive offensive, to Moscow. And the Nazis managed to capture Smolensk. Although the Nazis literally washed their blood. In addition, the Soviet Kiev fell again, and the Red Army finally withdrew behind the Dnieper.
   In winter, the front was relatively stable. The German assault was repulsed. In the following 1948, the appearance of the T-54 series gave the Soviet troops some advantages. Fights boiled terrible, some cities passed several times from hand to hand. The destruction is complete.
   But the Nazis did not manage to make significant progress. Summer did not become victories at times. And the Soviet troops already in winter could surround, and take Smolensk, in the center coming to the Dnieper.
   The summer of 1949 passed in the desperate onslaught of Japan, and Germany, which advanced a hundred kilometers and ... stopped. In the winter, Soviet troops slightly played, but as the driving qualities of German equipment and used automatic weapons rose, they stopped.
   Exchange of blows continued in 1950. The front line became less and less mobile. ME-462 and HE-362, as well as ME-1010, TA-283 fought Mig-15, LA-15, and Yak-23. However, the Soviet Union was dominated by the MIL, while the Germans, the TA-283 and the ME-462.
   German planes had the advantage in armament and speed, the Soviets in maneuverability, and cheapness. Although, perhaps, the German HE-362 also differed in cheapness and maneuverability, but its popularity fell. So the pilots preferred a more protected and durable ME-462 with seven aircraft guns.
   In the winter of 1951, the front line passed along the Dnieper, then, along the Pskov region and the territory of Estonia. Tallinn still stayed with the Nazis. Neither side could get a decisive advantage. The Germans strengthened themselves along the Panther line. And they did not want to give way either. Both sides have many trenches, trenches, hedgehogs. So it was difficult for the tanks to move. The German E-50, being heavier, had an advantage over the T-54 in armor and armament, but it costs more and is inferior to the quantity. The USSR had AK, a good and reliable machine. The Germans have MP-64, also a strong assault rifle. Soviet weapons were more reliable than German, but the German had better accuracy at long ranges.
   The only weapon in Germany, which did not have an equal opponent - the disco. They with their small vulnerability and speeds of five or six sound had some unattainable height.
   Even in the United States, the great Trump could not get such weapons. Well, it looks like 1951 passed in mutual exchange of blows. Like two boxers, that went into a positional stalemate. And the battles became bloody, but ineffective.
   But both sides did not want to stop the carnage. They are stubbornly mustached dictators. And there was a shattering exchange of blows. The boxers stood, hurt each other and did not fall.
   And Donald Trump cost ballistic missiles and neutron charges. She did not want to make the same mistake when she turned out to be damaged by nuclear winter and America's radiation ...
   1951 was held in the sticks. The front line is inactive. But in the air battles are extremely intense. And full of tank duels. IS-7 though expensive, but quite worthy tank of the USSR. Unless
  The fascists launch the first laser discs on the series. This is the newest, although not yet quite perfect weapon. The Fritzes also appeared in the series of underground tanks. But in the USSR there are, similar developments. The territory of Germany is bombarded by TU-4, and the newest reactive TU-14.
   Even Germans can not feel safe. In the USSR anti-aircraft missiles appeared that hit German jet aircraft. But the Fritzians have a similar, including a sound-guided weapon.
   Again, the abundance is bloody, but here comes 1953. In March, Stalin dies. And after that in the USSR and in Germany and Japan, there comes an understanding: it's impossible not to live further! Finally, stop the bloodshed.
   And the peace talks begin, the fighting ceases. That's when Trump climbs out into the arena. And begins with massive strikes by neutron charges. There are already quite a lot of them to depopulate Europe and Asia. And unlike nuclear bombs, now there is no atomic winter. And huge values go to American corporations. The USA blossoms with special splendor, achieving its dream of world domination.
   . CHAPTER? 9.
   Trump, licking his lips, asked the medallion:
   "How's the story?"
   The magical Hyperware made a laugh, and remarked:
   "Only neutron bombs were unlikely to make them so clean in the middle of the twentieth century ... But the story is quite fresh and Hypervorians like it.
   The eldest of the elves noticed:
   - And was on Earth in the second world on a safari. A little shot the Germans. I also need to say a funny story.
   The medallion eagerly squeaked:
   - And now the question is, you, where you want to go!
   The eldest of the beauties answered for everyone:
   - As they said in the capital of the dwarves - Cladklade!
   Hypervor ordered:
   "Hold hands and hold on tight!" So that no one flew away!
   Three elves and Trump strongly squeezed each other's hands and started from the surface.
   The transfer spell acted with great force and swiftness. The station disappeared, the stars caught fire above their heads. In the same second, immediately swam in a swift shift. And Donald felt a movement inside him, as if he were splitting the waves while standing on the pier. And then the flight, I plopped into the cold water, and was surrounded by a park. And here they were again on firm ground.
   The eldest elf looked at her tablet, checked herself and announced radiantly:
   "Here we are, Clodcade!" And on transport it is necessary to fly almost a week!
   Donald Trump whistled:
   - Wow! How fast!
   And began to look back. The planet of the dwarves is also extraordinary. In the sky, a triple star is sparkling. Very similar to a traffic light, and from the right side and a triangular moon.
   The city itself is also not entirely ordinary. The buildings are huge, go to the height for many kilometers, and in shape as different instruments. Especially a lot of hammers, ticks, bolts, screws. The buildings also protrude in the form of luminaries. Painted harmoniously, but dominated by red and brown tones. But the buildings have axes, the blades sparkle with silver. A lot of flying machines, almost all strict drop-shaped forms.
   Even trees grow special with strict geometry in the arrangement of branches and forms of leaves. Red-cinnamon flowers, also with hexahedral, rhomboid, square and triangular petals. Full of sharp angles, diametrically opposed to the smooth architecture of the elves.
   In the capital of the gnomes, everything is stricter, sterner, angular. Even billboards, strict rectangular shapes.
   And the thunders themselves are not high - a meter and a half, but very broad-shouldered and dense. The men are bearded. Women without beards, but not too attractive. Also dense, stocky, man-like. Is that in hair hair clips with pebbles, they paint faces, but also in red and brown. Not too glamorous here. Especially since dwarf females are much smaller than males.
   This of course gives the dwarfs a harsh look.
   Dressed gnomes in all metal, such as armor. Heavy boots are on his feet, but they are practically silent. On the streets, asphalt flows, to the center faster, along the edges slower and you can ride.
   Donald wanted to ride along the asphalt, but the eldest, sighted elf dragged him by the sleeve:
   - These tracks are paid. Therefore, no one walks on them!
   - Paid? - Donald Trump grinned. - Free cheese is only in a mousetrap, and soap on the block!
   The eldest elven voice lowered her voice.
   "Dwarves love money very much." They force everyone to pay for everything. So you need to check your wallets.
   Donald fumbled for his belt. Affa left him a purse tightly packed with gold coins - a means of universal retribution for certain products in all magical empires. Although probably it would be much more practical to have a magic card.
   The younger elf noticed:
   "Gold has not been worn for millions of years in bags. Did the goddess not provide you with a magokarta?
  Trump spread his hands in frustration.
   - Yes, I somehow did not think about it!
   The eldest elf chuckled:
   "These young people, first walk, then think." Well, it's time for us in the armory. Dwarfs have no place for entertainment, except for casinos. But there's an outright robbery!
   The middle elf noticed:
   "There are brothels too." But it's disgusting to sleep with gnomes, and foreigners are very expensive!
   Trump grinned, noticing:
   - I do not need a brothel yet. I would like to get to the palace of King Bartsefal.
   The eldest elf became noticeably cheerful and nodded:
   "You can ... You just have to fork out." The King's Palace is underground!
   Donald was not surprised:
   "Gnomes are actually underground creatures."
   At that moment, chains rang behind. Trump, in spite of the fact that the tall elf made him a sign, nevertheless looked around. A young man walked in chains, with a pleasant face, but with curled horns on his head and a goat's beard. He had the most real shackles, every link of a chain thick in the wrist of an adult. On the sides of the prisoner four dwarfs accompanied by batons. After catching Donald's gaze, the two separated themselves with surprising agility, for such outwardly clumsy creatures jumped to the former billionaire.
   - Well, you're breathing. - The gnome roared in a golden helmet on his head. "Money is paid for viewing!"
   Trump was taken aback.
   - Yes, I am, just a raven think!
   - And for this you have to pay! - Groom growled severely. - We always pay money for viewing!
   Donald tried to get away:
   "I'm an ordinary Russian and I do not know your customs."
   The commanding gnome readily replied:
   "This prisoner is arrested for non-payment!" So the half-blood faun is not enough money to pay off. Now he is sold into slavery, and he is led to the mine. The one who looks at the debtor must pay, ten pistoles. Otherwise, he too will be driven into slavery. So pay fifteen gold coins!
   Donald was indignant:
   "Why fifteen more?"
   The dwarf smiled crookedly:
   "Because I spend my time talking to you!" And time is money.
   Donald wanted to say something, but the older elf did not turn to face him and answered:
   "Better pay!" It's useless to argue, the fine will only increase!
   Trump's head flashed a thought, and not to use his sword a hundred heads off his shoulders. True, to start a logging with dwarves in their own capital is suicidal. How many are there. And with them they carry not only clubs, but also magoblasters, capable of splashing from a distance.
   Trump obediently counted fifteen gold coins. The senior gnome, strictly pronounced:
   - Two more coins for trying to enter into wrangling ... And while you can go with the world!
   The eldest elf spoke harshly:
   - You can think that you got off cheap ...
   The dwarf with the golden helmet immediately jumped to a tall, hundred-thousand-year-old girl.
   "And this is you, Maffa!" I thought you were already dead!
   The eldest elf replied angrily:
   - You will not get it!
   The dwarf said coldly:
   - For a long tongue with you, a fine of five gold pistoles. And believe me that's merciful!
   Muffa snapped her fingernail and led a gnome over the cudgel:
   "Here, take it from the card!"
   The dwarf nodded in satisfaction.
   - So you can pay! And in general, be careful! Another policeman will squeeze out of you all the juices ...
   And apparently deciding that there was nothing left to drag the prisoner down the street. The clubs blinked, the unfortunate half-blood faun, now and then, cried out.
   Trump whispered:
   - Severely at them!
   Maff agreed:
   - Yes, these are real vampires ... However, to what I slander vampires. I've had six vampire lovers in different years, and I can tell wonderful guys!
   The youngest elf confirmed:
   - We have few men and a female sex - it's hard. It is necessary to look for pairs among the democrats. We love very much when we are caressed by a male.
   Donald could not resist the question:
   - And if the female?
   The younger elf confidently replied:
   - No, when the male caresses nicer!
   Trump nodded vigorously.
  - I agree ... And what to do on the streets with love from gnomes can not?
   The eldest elf answered confidently:
   - If you pay a fine, you can. They all depend on the purse. Even for the murder you can pay off!
   Trump smiled, noticing:
   - The world here is a dream!
   Maffa said:
   "Well, maybe we'll add speed!" We'll get to the armory quickly. If you have a boyfriend ...
   Trump grinned and patted his ankles.
   - I have short boots!
   The eldest lady put a finger to her lips:
   "You have to be more careful." For speeding there is fine.
   Trump asked cautiously from Maffa:
   - And how to regulate the speed of these boots?
   The elder elf said seriously:
   - Mentally ordered. That is, you need to imagine how fast you want to fly, and they will rush. You just need to be careful not to burn in the atmosphere from air friction. It was not bad to such boots and an artifact eradicating friction. Then with the help of such sap it is possible even to fly between the worlds.
   The younger elf suggested, Maffe:
   "Maybe we'll take a nice boy and carry it ourselves?" And then it will take and break!
   Donald shook his head.
   - You, of course, are beautiful, but ... I will try to manage myself.
   And Trump, with his usual playfulness, sang:
   - I'm desperate born and desperate to die ... If I break my head, I'll tie lamb!
   Maffa agreed with this:
   - When the gods laugh, the creature sobs. But if a mortal laughed, the gods sometimes do not laugh!
   Donald logically noted:
   - You have to be very smart to live one hundred thousand years ... In the universe that is so cruel!
   Maffa nodded in agreement.
   - We do not age, but are mortal ... Not everyone lives till my age!
   Donald somewhat tactlessly asked:
   - And it's not scary ... To think that it's not so long to live!
   Maffa answered with a laugh.
   - To think is not terrible ... You regret that you will have to part with your friends, acquaintances ... even relatives, although we do not have families like your people. And it is not known what awaits you in the new universe. Suddenly turn into a cripple or a freak!
   Donald was curious:
   -And you, that there is no institution of marriage?
   Maff willingly confirmed:
   - Of course not!
   Trump, who married three times in surprise, asked:
   -And how so?
   The senior elf responded with confidence to the snob:
   "Why do we need a marriage?" Children grow together. So at us they bring up in huge children's homes where it is very good for them. We elves are friendly, not evil, and do not compare with what is happening in orphanages on the ground.
   Donald honestly replied:
   - I was born in a wealthy family, and I do not know how children live in shelters. But judging by the films is not very good. And there is this ... hazing.
   Elfika laughed with experience, noticing:
   - We do not have good there. The richest entertainment industry. All children are happy. We are considered a bad form when the elf is sad and sad. In this case, we all come to his aid. We do not have unhappy and offended elves. Neither adults nor children!
   Trump suddenly admitted:
   "Now I'm sorry that I was not born an elf!"
   Then, unexpectedly around them, several gnomes in armor, with helmets and cockades, grew up. They said in unison:
   "Too much boltology in a public place!" Penalty for seven gold pistoles.
   The eldest elf raised her eyebrows in surprise.
   - Since when is it fined for a harmless conversation?
   The dwarf in the highest helmet replied:
   - You have exceeded the limit of the maximum permissible number of words. For this, according to our laws, a fine is imposed. And the fact that the law was introduced recently, does not justify you at all!
   The lowest of the gnomes answered the banal:
   - Ignorance of the law is not an excuse!
   Maffa realizing that it was useless to wrangle, again held a nail on the halberd, stating:
   - The penalty is paid!
   The dwarf smacked his lips with pleasure, and turned away. Donald reached for his wallet, but he whispered to him: "it's all right."
   Then the gnomes retired. And the eldest elf ordered:
   - All! Not a word more, we are flying to the armory for an important order! You can walk with us!
  Donald carefully pulled the buckles. The boots gently whirled, and rose slightly above the surface. Elves also took off and smoothly began to move in the direction of the chisel going to heaven. Donald imagined a mental slip. Boots-speeders carried him through the air.
   Donald felt unusual. Something like a skateboard, only much steeper and faster. Trump tried to keep himself in the same format with the girls, and so far he managed to do it.
   They were at a height of several meters and cut through the air. Donald wondered if they reminded the angels. In any case, the elf, that is invariably and fabulously beautiful.
   Then Trump caught himself thinking that he had completely forgotten that it was this beautiful nation that civilized the Earth. In own way of course. Leaving the place of the planet a lot of transformations. And most of humanity, turning into ... beautiful!
   I wonder what elves and elves felt when they were doing all these transformations? Were they even a bit ashamed or vexed? Maybe, in them, on the contrary lived a voluptuous pleasure.
   Donald felt anger in himself, and speed boots immediately added speed.
   Trump immediately realized that this was speeding, but it was too late. Two armored carriages with buckets, overtaken the former billionaire.
   They immediately placed it in a box, more precisely in a cage of buckets. And again there was a deep bass:
   - Well, that man. You again broke the rules, exceeding the permitted speed. Now you have a fine thirty pistoles.
   Trump reflexively grabbed the cage and yanked the bars. The gnome-policeman slyly added:
   "And twenty more pistols for trying to resist!"
   Donald mechanically withdrew his hands. There he was at all threatened to soon be without pants.
   The dwarf-policeman stuck his big head out on the thick neck, and with a shaking beard shook his head in a sinister manner:
   - Total fifty dollars a person.
   Then suddenly interfered with Maffa:
   - This man is my slave ... And for the misconduct of a slave pays the master!
   The dwarf smiled, exposing violet, but strong, large and healthy teeth. And he said:
   - I thought so. You have conquered people, if only it is not the civilization of Diderot.
   The senior elf answered:
   "I am responsible for him myself ..."
   The eternal girl already wanted to touch the crossbow with her fingernail to dump money, as the dwarf unexpectedly suggested:
   - I propose to cancel the fine, but on one condition.
   - What? Asked Maffa.
   Gnome-policeman pricked up:
   "You'll reach out to me with your bare foot, and I'll kiss her!"
   Muffa giggled.
   "And this you want for only fifty pistoles?"
   The dwarf frowned, remarked:
   "I can increase the fine."
   Forever young elven laughed louder and threw off her shoe. I stretched my elegant, barefoot, maiden foot. The dwarf kissed her greedily three times in the pink soles. The eternal girl stirred a round heel and checked:
   "Well, are you satisfied?"
   Gnome the policeman nodded.
   "Quite ... It's strange that you did not get scared when you were touched by a dwarf."
   With a sincere smile on her lips, Maffa replied:
   - They say that gnomes bring happiness!
   The dwarf looked skeptically at the elf and ... saluted, climbed back into the carriage and flew further.
   Muffa ran her bare leg through the air and noticed:
   "The kiss of a gnome." This is something special and unique. Especially when the lips touch the sensitive heel.
   The younger elf doubted:
   "I thought you disgusted!"
   Maffa shook her head.
   - It would be repulsive, I would just pay a fine! Fifty pistoles are a trifle.
   Trump, philosophizing, remarked:
   - How good it is to be a woman, she gets paid for what a man pays for!
   Maffa screwed up her eyes and noticed:
   - If you want to become a female, you must ask the goddess. She is able to change you and the body and sex, and even make a dwarf!
   Donald said with reverence:
   - I do not doubt this! Although if you become a woman, then for a short time. To experience, for example, a female orgasm, which is both stronger and longer than the male orgasm.
   She put a finger to her lips, whispered softly:
   "Not another word!"
  And again flew. Only this time the girls helped Trump keep speed. The city still impressed with its exotic, such as fruit in the form of bolts and nuts. Maff was generous and ordered a similar fruit, giving it to Donald. He tried a delicious fruit. It felt chocolate and cocoa beans, as well as sweetness. Apparently gnomes sweet tooth.
   Trump thought that after all, in the place of Roosevelt, he was prudent, but mean. Just like in the role of the US president. Refused to use force abroad, but willingly gave such an opportunity to Russia.
   Really someone else's hands rake. At one time, Stalin forced the West to fight with Hitler. But then he himself fell under an almost deadly distribution. But Trump's policy was egoistic and pragmatic. In fact, why does America need Afghanistan? Yes there you will lose more than you get! Afghanistan is not worth those losses and sacrifices.
   And the United States not only left Afghanistan, but also tried to draw Russia as much as possible into the war. And they succeeded. Taking advantage of the aggressiveness of the Russian leadership ready to get into all the holes.
   Trump liked Stalin, who knew how to wait. Although at the age of Donald, often the politicians on the contrary become impatient and nervous. They begin to rush, fearing that they can not be in time.
   And sometimes really do not have much time. As Ronald Reagan did not manage to reap the harvest of his foreign policy: the collapse of the USSR. It already went to Bush the elder. But, oddly enough, the most successful American president was in power, only one term.
   Eh, sometimes it is!
   They flew into the gate. The eldest elf again paid through the card in the nail. It is very practical invented, a mixture of magical electronics and spells under the nail. And this material and information are perfectly transmitted.
   Trump thought that if a miracle happened and he could go back, he would certainly try to introduce this in America. And then an interesting thought flashed through my head. And what if he really is not a young man, but ... Well, the stroke of an elderly president just had enough, and now he just sees hallucinations. And they are unusually spectacular and bright. After all, is it possible in the end?
   Donald even grinned at such a thought. Is all that he sees is just an illusion? How is this possible in principle ?!
   But some believe that God is only an illusion. But here he meets with different gods.
   Trump himself personally did not really believe in various gods. In any case, during the earthly incarnation. But he was fond of mysticism. Like, there are some forces in the world, only they should not be deified or demonized.
   But the dollar has the strongest authority. That's why, Trump was rich. That he believed in currency.
   Now they rush down the corridor. The heavenly lights burn in the darkness. The corridor and its lighting are as if in a starry, night sky. Only the luminaries are much larger than seen on Earth.
   On each underground floor there are gnome guardians, and they check the documents meticulously. More accurately knock the coin. With Donald take less, because he is considered a slave to elves. Trump thought that gay slavery is sometimes better than a sad will.
   Dwarfs apparently liked underground construction. The quartet raced past the amusement hall. Here the dwarves were struck by the technical scale. And that's just not there. Only all angular, steel color, severe. But entertainment is very diverse, including swimming along the streams of liquid helium. Or hockey on solid hydrogen! And let's say it's a wonderful thing!
   Trump liked the football of the gnomes. This is when there are a lot of balls and they explode. Really it turns out super. Seeing that Trump was interested in Maff, decided to show him one of the most interesting entertainment for gnomes:
   staged battles with the Druid bears.
   In particular, as a fortress storm roaring and growling creatures. Dwarves are defending by applying both swords and magoblasters. There is a bloody exchange of blows. Bears in this case becomes tight. And they can not be beaten so easily. The dead creatures are almost immediately restored. If they do not, of course, sprinkle with powder. And new animals are emerging. They seem to grow from under the ground. They crawl and rush to the walls with a wild howl. They begin to scratch and bite. The walls shake, but they stand. And upstairs climb banana dogs, and pineapple cockroaches.
   It's funny to watch a real assault on the empire of the dwarves. That's crumbling the split wall. Various creatures are buried beneath it. They squeal squeals,
   and try to get out from under the collapse. But from the top lay new meteorites
   Breaking bones and crushing helmets.
   Trump, who has already managed to see enough of Hollywood in his long life,
   too impressed. What did he not see? Although, of course the fight looks large and beautiful. Especially when it involves extraordinary animals. A mixture of pineapple and cockroach - looks exotic.
   However, this is far from all, but girls from the genus of elves are in a hurry. Quickly get into the arms.
   Again rushing along the corridors, along various gyruses, and outcomes. Trump wanted to see the weapons gnomes, but ...
  Barred security is strict: the rules of our empire forbid the entry into the armory of slaves.
   Muffa tried to shyly object:
   "I'll pay you well!"
   Eyes drowned greedily, but the answer was:
   - No! We do not break the rules even for money!
   Muffa sighed heavily, and put Trump in a soft chair. She slipped the tablet into his hands, turned on the hologram and cooed:
   "Watch the movie." We here have specially removed it, with the participation. Ordinary zavlekalovka. And we will buy some weapons from the dwarves!
   Trump was annoyed:
   "That's the sad fate of a slave-they are not allowed anywhere!"
   Average age elven noticed:
   "But he does not pay a fine either!"
   Donald honestly stated:
   "And not as greedy as you think." Not everything is still decided when it comes to honor!
   Trump sat down in the chair. It was executed in the form of a dragon mouth with a soft tongue. And it seemed very dangerous to sit. The girls thanked the dwarves for their honor, took off their shoes and went barefoot to the chambers. According to the rules, females should take off their shoes before the holy of holies of gnomes.
   It is seen that the gnomes highly valued their armory.
   And Trump began to look at the hologram with pleasure. However, you can contemplate the movie on terrestrial tablets, only the elven technique reproduced everything in a three-dimensional projection, and very brightly, colorfully and voluminously.
   Space armadas hang in the air. Ships, however, are different than the Hollywood blockbusters, but the confrontation persists, Luciferostna is not against ... Well, is not this nonsense, they are confronted with bakery products. All kinds of donuts, cakes, koloboks are more than a strange army.
   Here is the commander of the army of bakery products marshal Kolobok Farababa. A round and well-fed commander, a luxurious uniform with many medals sits on it somewhat baggy. Next to General of the Galaxy Daphabba. In the shape of a pretzel, the face is sprinkled with sugar. He gives instructions to fighters of the right flank.
   "Ahead is a gap in the enemy's system, dreadnoughts and super-battleships." They will be a hammer-ram smashing earth-ridge! Roared Dababba the pretzel. - Smaller starships will go into a breakthrough.
   Farababa answered:
   - The right flank will be one of the main directions of the breakthrough. But part of our troops will dive from below.
   - I think some forces need to be directed and call from the top. There we will make the destruction of the earthmen. - Offered Dafabba.
   - By itself! That if so beat it is better and the fourth hook to throw out from the left flank. A kind of four-tail. - Marshal Farababa stated. - This is the most accurate swing.
   Elf Muff of her in the movie is clearly visible, listened to it and her ears dried. Too it seems like frank nonsense. Boxer's vocabulary with pretzels and puffs. But enemy spaceships, made in the form of various cakes, birds and fish, produced a rather grotesque, almost surreal impression.
   Especially giant in size with the moon's flagship. Such a rich man, with different compositions, and figures, and at the same time stuck in the muzzle of a cake, even the former warrior Maff never saw. I must say that many sailing boats on cakes were powerful emitting tools. Here a lilac lightning flew out of a similar sail, collapsing on an asteroid. From a powerful tremor, a huge stone crumbled into pieces.
   - Wow! Here are the weapons! - Squealed a long-living girl from the genus of elves. - Frank Fasmagoria.
   From the side of the army of Luciferstan the commander-in-chief was a beautiful girl, Marshal Elizabeth. She had a kind of uniform, bare breasts sticking out from behind the cutout. Nipples beautiful from the empire of the elves are clearly tinted and shone like emeralds. Her pants also have a wide neckline, revealing a sweet, muscular and elastic ass.
   Next to her ran a young man, he was also with light curly hair, and naked to the waist. The figure of Apollo, glistens with oil, which perfectly shades the deeply traced relief.
   Lustful Maffe suddenly wanted that this guy hugged her touching his muscular chest tender nipples, held them over his hands. And then the tongue.
   Elizabeth ordered:
   - Mitroconus carefully verify the disposition! It is necessary to find out what the enemy is doing.
   "Apparently, Comrade Marshal, he divided his army into four parts and wants us to be taken in double pincers."
   The girl shook her head. She took the young man's hand and put it on her breast, he began to massage the nipple. There was a sigh of pleasure. The beautiful marshal cooed:
   - In the mites! All the better!
   The young man expressed his own opinion:
   "I have an offer to move to the belt of the planetary-asteroid defense in order to make it difficult for the koloboks to maneuver, but themselves
  cudgel blows on enemy tentacles. That is, let the enemy pull his hands, make him stretch his legs!
   Elizabeth answered:
   "What a thought!" My order is an organized waste!
   Starships of people vary considerably in size, but they have common: streamlined forms, as the rules are a droplet. The advantage of this type is the ability to use the maximum number of barrels during a battle, better maneuverability, and minimal environmental resistance. Especially in the event that the battle is in a gaseous substance.
   Huge ships and in retreat move in the very tail, they have to cover their weaker vessels with their massive fire. And in general, they do the right thing.
   Marshal Farababa gives the order and a dozen reconnaissance detachments, speeding at maximum speed, break through to large starships. They are met with a very dense plasmoexercise. And they fall, that's the crashed cruiser sparkling, falling apart before our eyes. Detonates the ammunition, a blinding flash, and the pieces scatter with incredible speed. One of them falls into the brigantine, destroying an ornate cake.
   Koloboks respond, but the heavy spaceships of people are much more mobile. They strike rockets with a lot of gravity holograms. The principle of the action of such a hologram is such that it is capable of deceiving the radar and diverting the anti-missile.
   Follow the hits, like shooting a shot in a moving target. But after all, birds become a victim of a hunter. Response volleys take out large spaceships, people, the half-space field shudders from hits. A couple of rotating towers were demolished, but the loss of koloboks is much more palpable. Too great is the difference in the density of fire.
   Elizabeth gritted her hands maliciously.
   - Wasp wants to drive, but loses a sting!
   Meanwhile, small fights with single and two-seater fighters break out.
   Now, movie star Maffa has a chance.
   The girl is confident, although some part of the brain she understands that this is nonsense, caused by the overload of the psyche, but she wants to fight. And do not just fight, but excel in front of your nation. And if so, we attack and go forward!
   Enemy fighters of two types, in the form of Bish-pop and brewed cakes. This is not so terrible. At a speed of approximate equality, but in maneuverability, on the contrary, the superiority on the side of the fleet of earthlings. But the sophisticated Maff does not lose his head, especially since the enemy throws out burning blots, which is shimmering with all colors of the spectrum, they try to hit the fighter.
   Maffa sees the blot pursuing her, pulling her blurry tentacles. The girl throws her fighter on the wing, reproducing the barrel, taking the piece of hyperplasma aside. Then she acts like a bull with a bull. A clot of energy collapses and an explosion follows.
   Cute Maff felt the heat, her cabin lit up, burned the back of her neck. It seemed that a strong hand pressed his head.
   "You're not gonna take a lie!" - Answered the girl.
   The fighter made a somersault in the air, and was over the enemy. The next instant, the rays hit the enemy cake. The fighter of the enemy cringed at once, he heard the howl of a flattened donut. The first pancake was not a lump!
   Muffa snorted deafeningly.
   - I knew it! All these frying like a pretension! Brr! And now we will act much more confidently.
   . CHAPTER? 10.
   The next cake was squashed by the press, with the help of a new weapon gravel-jaw! It's a short fraction of a nanosecond, at a short point in space, increasing the force of gravity to the level of electromagnetic forces. That is, gravity increased by 10 whole with forty zeros. This is enough to make the car flattened together with the pilot. Here, as it were, there was a substitution for a short time of one of the main forces of the universe. Moved to a brief instant of constant, the electromagnetic nature was changed to gravitational, and gravitational to electromagnetic. And this is the inevitable death of matter.
   Beautiful Maffa looked at the scale of the instruments and asked:
   - And how it happens!
   Before her appeared the image of a beautiful boy, the elf is seen by the ears. The elf, whistling, explained:
   "You have an experimental fighter." It has a new superweapon so use its girl for the purpose!
   Maffa concealed her resentment that the girl was named a girl of one hundred thousand years old, and nodded:
   - And what kind of story?
   "It will manifest itself in the course of the battle!" Be careful and do not destroy yourself! - Warned the cute elf.
   A girl-overgrown attacked two cars at the same time, an easy wrench and almost nothing left of them.
   "That pies are burnt." What a persistent smell! - Cute Maffe, it was ridiculous to the extreme.
  The girl outlined another victim larger. It was an oblong cake destroyer. It's a huge one and a half kilometers away, but there are a lot of guns, but they do not bother, and the masts with sails impress. Here it is they and the erupting substance, in particular ghosts. And terrible, bared faces, ready to eat eyes.
   Maff asked the elf:
   - This is what to take!
   A cute boy squeaked:
   - Change the electromagnetic to magical gravity!
   The girl was surprised:
   - And then what?
   The boy giggled:
   - Trivially this monster will disintegrate!
   Maff agreed:
   - I believe in it!
   The attack on the destroyer caused an instant breakdown of intermolecular bonds. Colossal dimensions of the starship crumbled like millet, under the influence of centrifugal forces matter scattered.
   Muffa whistled shrilly.
   "It's not cool, it's super-cool!"
   Elf-kid, joking lightly (he's a magic hologram), clicked it on the nose:
   - Yes, dear little one! How do you like the new weapon! The most important thing in it is minimal waste of magic energy.
   The experienced elf agreed:
   - Of course, in order to reduce the constant, it is necessary to take away energy, there is even a surplus.
   Elf explained:
   - Universes exist an infinite set, including parallel ones and in them there is a constant redistribution of matter and energy. In this case, the entropy does not decrease. Rather, on the contrary, as the development of science, order increases! This is a kind of axiom of a long way.
   Maffa remarked wittily:
   - Aggressiveness of the mind can destroy the inherent tendency of the universe to increase complexity and raise the mind. Unless, of course, the Lord interferes.
   The elf sternly replied:
   - Counting on God's help is also naive, how to remove a sick tooth with the help of gravity of the Earth!
   - But I do not agree! A caring creator exists! And only thanks to him, we did not smother each other! - Observed the observant of Maff and blurted out stupidity. - The path of evolution, this is the way to a dead end.
   After a dozen reconnaissance detachments were almost completely destroyed, a relative break came. It was possible to chat a little!
   The elf-hologram objected:
   - Do not think that evolution is extremely cruel, and the desire to enslave. No, this is a much more perfect process. The fact that striving for improvement can not be pure evil. Is it not for many nations to help the weak. Even in the animal kingdom, there is love and compassion. When the concept of mutual aid awoke in the monkey, it began to turn into a human being or an elf.
   Maffa here agreed only in part:
   - This once again proves that it is the Most High God who stands behind the process of evolution. That is, there is evolution, but it goes under the dictation of God.
   "Where do you think God is?" In heaven, but above us only the atmosphere and the magosphere! The elf ran a hand over his head. "Do not invent what is not in the elf bible." Moreover, all these ancient views have already been revised as metaphorical.
   "You can say only Amen!" "Muffa frowned sympathetically. - In general, cruelty is a relative concept. It may even be better when the weak interrupts the period of suffering, first goes into oblivion, and then resurrects for eternal life. However, what can you talk about with a robot that does not even have a soul.
   The hologram was obviously offended:
   - Well, why do you think that I do not necessarily have a soul! After all, I'm an artificial mind, and every mind is by and large immortal. Its derivative, and products live forever in the sub-space of the universe. Both my mind and your mind leave identical traces. And what do you think a robot is not capable of compassion and empathy?
   "Only if the wise elf places this in their program." - Noticed smart Maffa. - In other cases, it will be only a pitiful parody of compassion. The ingenious elf creates a kind of reflection in the robot's face.
   The elf-hologram did not agree:
   "Even at the dawn of the cybernetic era, computers were solving tasks of an overarching nature." They thought like a car, and not as a person. Let it be, not guided by intuition, but wandering in the darkness, in labyrinths of quintillion options, found their own only correct decision.
  Maffa gawped at her sapphire eyes:
   "The robot's soul?" It's certainly interesting, but how are you cars that do not really understand what pleasure or pain is like heaven, hell!
   The elf-hologram said enthusiastically:
   - Well, it's easy! The doctrine of hell and paradise is simply ridiculous! It is clear to any thinking creature of their artificiality and speculative nature of such representations. In general, all individuals represent hell like a prison, and paradise as a billionaire at a resort!
   Maff objected logically:
   "Seventy-seventh generation Adventists do not think so primitively!" In general, the teaching, where the paradise is associated with harems purely carnal and characteristic, rather, for Islamic tradition.
   The elf hologram nodded.
   "So much the better, if that's what you understand!" So why should a robot think so primitively about paradise. Life is a struggle, life after death is a struggle in a double!
   Maffa narrowed her eyes and cooed.
   - How so? It's not the elf bible!
   The robot boy and the hologram mocked incredulously:
   - Oh! And what is the Bible, for example, if Fuluk is confused in the pedigrees of Erist, and Matorofei does not know how Fakhariya differs and Eteremii.
   Maffa was seriously surprised:
   - And you know it? Wow an advanced robot!
   The hologram of magic shone:
   - And you thought! It's like I'm only showing computer games. I have an extensive program, including the fight against religious fanaticism.
   Maff tired, nodded.
   - Okay, you convinced me! And what is the strategy for the coming battle?
   The robot answered willingly:
   - Very simple! To win, you need to be more powerful!
   The elf girl laughed:
   - Lupit not the most appropriate words, for the war with the use of magic nanotechnology!
   - But the most imaginative!
   Koloboks added to the move! They fired from a long distance, while trying to avoid their own losses. People answered less often, but more accurately. The vacuum was densely decorated with flashes. It seemed to be a much accelerated shooting, in which unnaturally bright flowers grow rapidly.
   Elizabeth ordered her friend, the middle-aged elf Capuchin:
   - General of the galaxy!
   Capuchin stretched out into the stride:
   - I'm listening!
   Marshal said in a harsh tone:
   - Immediately create a reserve of the strongest starships. Fight like that, fight!
   The girl-elf rationally replied:
   - Formation of the shock fist is accelerated!
   Elizabeth roared.
   "So much the better, but for now let's go to the defensive line." Or rather, we will depart dear. - And then her voice became angry. - And you do not put your hands on my chest, pleasure distracts from the battle.
   The young man elf flushed:
   - Yes, I did not think about anything like that!
   The Marshal of the Elf family roared:
   - That's bad! You men are only fit to deliver, pleasure to women.
   The young man-general tried to protest:
   - It's not true, in the past, almost all military leaders were peasants!
   Marshal hit the guy on the cheek:
   - So, that's in the past. When they fought with the oak and other abomination. And now matriarchy! Dili-dili balalaika, under the table sits the mistress, on the table there is a war - a woman cuts a wild boar!
   The sophisticated movie star Maffa saw and heard this, she wanted to twist her finger at her temple.
   - No, it's just horror, well, the army.
   A few huge kosmomatok flew out from behind the shelter. They released a whole cloud of balls. There were special kamikaze fighters in them. Not micro-chips or robots, the fact is that because of the use of various destabilizing radiations they are unreliable and often do not work, and specially trained ants. They were supposed to paralyze enemy pressure by choosing the most vulnerable spaceships.
   Farababa's marshal-bobok was yelling in a rage:
   - Do not give the enemy a break! Hit the enemy into the corner and hit him until he crashes! And after it collapses in a flood!
   Maffa remarked playfully:
   - A guy is an obvious maniac and a bloodsucker.
   Consisting of many thousands of starships, the space fleet of people stopped. Perestroika began. A kind of tactic of mobile defense. When one boxer seems to be deaf, but at the same time "heals" his chin.
   Star armadillos and dreadnoughts, completed the construction of the "triple drill". On the contrary, the battles shifted. It was evident that not only the fleet advanced elves. There were small detachments of various creatures. Including orcs, goblins, gnomes, and perhaps the most loyal allies of the elves - people from Diderot.
   Each holographic unit shines with a hologram: different emblems, including symbols in motion. Especially pretentious symbolism in Lisokrokov - a mixture of fox and crocodile! In the movie, Maffa did not even understand what it was like, as if with a crazy speed, someone was mixing images in the style of a shifted avant-garde.
   In addition to the fleet of koloboks, there is a small number of space pirates. These fighters, as a rule, are greedy, hired for big money and not particularly in a hurry to give their lives. Can except for the case when there is a prospect of a rich booty.
   Even one kosmomatka belonged to pirates. It is made in the form of a thick shoe with a pointed nose. Out of the upper hole, where a thin leg is being thrust, fighters and ground attack planes are flying out. They are several hundred, they are sprayed to reduce the losses from heavy rockets. Plasma eruption from the side of the koloboks intensifies. Some missiles consist of liquid metals or incomprehensible substances. They gnaw the ravenous mouths, trying to hit a not very quick enemy.
   Farababa commands:
   - Do the sweep!
   Some starships bypass the huge blue star. They want to go in from below, if in general in the cosmos such a notion as top or bottom is appropriate.
   Elizabeth watches the slightest movements, looks quite confident:
   - Usually when the fish dives, it is easily attached to the hook.
   Capuchin asked a tearfully:
   "The enemy is already within sight!" Can attack him with all his strength and cash reserves!
   Elizabeth shook her shaggy mane.
   "No, let's penetrate deeper into our defense." In addition, it is necessary to drive in the enemy in such a way as to press the koloboks against the blue sun.
   Capuchin glared aggressively.
   - I agree! In this case, gravity will work for us.
   Marshal with a confident tone in his voice supported the breakthrough:
   - Against this object there is nothing! Only the girl does not talk, act! But without a command, do not strike.
   The voluptuous Maffa plunged into the battle with her head. Here in front of her the next cake, ate, did not choke. But this is so an appetizer, one after another has refined three more yummies. Acted actively, it did not even have to maneuver, the enemy at once sailed.
   - I walk on the razor's edge, the master is stained with a miter! - Sang the elf girl. - Come on, we shake the rights! I blasted the universe!
   The next enemy was more serious. It was not a butterfly, but a real ace - a space pirate! Apparently even from among the captains. The hologram flashed, a boar of a erysipelas with a long nose in the middle snapped.
   "What a whore!" Do you want to taste a strong corsair hotel?
   The elf replied:
   - And what a great pleasure!
   - We give the most spicy dishes to the peasants!
   Playful girl Maffa sent an air kiss, showing it in the form of a bright hologram in a juicy color.
   "Do you have anything for the ladies?"
   - And yes you are a female! You want to try a stake! Pirate giggled foolishly.
   Maff felt anger:
   "But first I'll shove it into your mouth, and then I'll get it through your ass." Horned boar!
   Maff tried to get the enemy from a distance, it did not work out. The newest superweapon ceased to obey her. Then the girl went on rapprochement. The enemy seems to have been ready to throw out several homing mines. They rushed after the fast-moving fighter, Maffa. The elf girl barely managed to leave. Mines were bursting near, the cabin shook. Agile Muff several times threw to the transparent cover of the fighter. The girl hit her head painfully, but the surface was luckily elastic.
   - Here those on! A man thought! What the hell is this!
   The pirate replied:
   - Tolley still will be - oh-oh-oh!
   Accurate Maffa planted a missile, but the hotel did not fly to the enemy, slept in a blue ray:
   - Yes! I see you are very prickly!
   The Space Flibuster squeaked:
   - What was born! Come on, girl, come near me!
   Both fighters almost collided. Pirate, his car was like a triangle, stood on the wing and very deftly turned around. But also with a phenomenal reaction, Maffe managed to leave without getting hit.
   Elfika showed a pink tongue:
   - Well, what am I to pilot!
   The Corsair supported the timbre:
   - And still have to sing with the moon and this is the tenth time!
   By that time, a part of the fleet of koloboks seemed to them to have emerged into the rear. Here they were met by a cloud of mines driven by kamikaze ants. They collided with heavy enemy spaceships. At first glance, it did not look too scary, what an elephant was like, but the ants chose vulnerabilities. Balls with explosives flew into the barrel of guns, triggering the mechanism of annihilation. They damaged the engines, and even tried to detonate the reactors. The ships were much smaller. A couple of dozen vessels even exploded. After that the armada of spaceships stopped: the balls were in obvious confusion!
   At that moment, they were attacked by the ships of earthlings. They were covered by a camouflage field and therefore could converge in dense. And from a close distance, plasma eruption is truly deadly!
   Elizabeth this beautiful marshal and half the goddess has cooed:
   - Well, what do not clapper! Only here the insect is too big!
   The young man-elf, pulling a magical zipper floating in the air, replied:
   - You can crush it! The truth is too much flour for breakfast spoils the figure! Especially feminine!
   Elizabeth shook her finger.
   "What hints!"
   When you miss a strong blow, then a few seconds, and sometimes longer, the grog. This also needs to be used to smash the enemy, without ceasing. However, people had another problem, the koloboks made an attempt to go from above. And this is dangerous. It is necessary to contain the enemy, before strong reserves come up.
   Elizabeth realizing that passive defense makes defeat only a matter of time, inflicted stinging blows. Here a special role was played by the tactics of the spring and the mobile using zero-transition batteries.
   Such tricks allowed to gain time. In addition, the koloboks were extremely sensitive to counterblows and immediately stopped trying to build a cubic fortress in a vacuum.
   Here, for example, an ultra-battleship two and a half thousand kilometers in diameter, brought down a stream of hyperplasma tornado to its starships. Yes, so that killed several hundred ships. After that, Farababa went into a rage, spitting with oil, he roared:
   - Commander Admiral Pyrakh, cut it to pieces! At the same time, his assistants feed the kangaroo bird.
   - We obey the lord! - Other pancakes, koloboks and robots rushed to carry out the order. And when you are eaten alive it is not to taste even a roll, especially if it is made up of reason.
   The movie star Maffa and the pirate continued to figure out the relationship. They were worthy of each other. Effective maneuvers and exchanges of shots, hyperplasma blots did not give anything.
   At the same time, the pirate did not abandon attempts to provoke the elf girl to some ill-considered act.
   "Tell the whore, you had a lot of guys."
   Maff, of course, leading the bill to thousands, answered jokingly:
   "More than you have brains in your brain!"
   The pirate cursed and muttered dirtyly:
   - That's rubbish! Maybe you should tear it!
   The stiff Maffa took the loupe from the radiators. The enemy gracefully retreated:
   - No, you just can not shoot!
   The elf girl protested:
   - Even as I can! But you are a scythe!
   The Corsair throwing his fighter to the side roared:
   - Yes, I'm just mocking you!
   The exchange of curses threatened to drag out. Maffa decided not to humble herself any longer and remain silent. The pirate was more and more heated. The elf girl, meanwhile, was analyzing the fight. The enemy had a perfect reaction, a good flight school. And this is unusual for pirates. Probably, some former military of the elite troops. But the school eats school, it involves a set of specific, often routine exercises, in the processing of standard techniques.
   This is the weakness of the enemy, it begins to repeat itself and at some point, if we act unexpectedly ...
   The elf girl, suddenly changing her movement, went at top speed, threatening a ram. The enemy deviated, but the calculating Maff already knew that he must deviate, perform a standard maneuver and outstrip the pirate for a thousandth of a second.
   The fighter of the enemy exploded, the hit was accurate, it was on the generator. Death, in any case, is instantaneous.
   "Here's your moral!" If you can not bite - better not bark!
   Koloboks had to tight. In a separate section of the front, people gained a numerical advantage and actively pressed. The role played here was that the earthlings took risks: they threw all operational and strategic reserves into battle.
   The large starships became menacingly approaching, the density of the magic fire was such that it seemed that the vacuum was burning. When it burns, scattering sparks the space itself is creepy. It burns in many layers like oil in the deposit, although it can be seen. Gross-admiral pancake Efidelka, screaming with fear, turned to Marshal Farabab.
   "Allow me to withdraw the troops, marshal!"
   The one who drool drooled:
  - Come on, fuck you. Regroup and drop the insignificant cats and primates, so that they choke.
   It's easy to say regroup when the elves pinned pancakes and donuts flying on cakes and cakes to the star itself. From the blue edge, a poisonous green crown gleamed. Her burning petals burned cakes and cakes. They just ate them, making them crumble on scorched crumbs.
   Smoke at the same time spread out in rings, it seemed as if they were bubbling in a vacuum.
   Here is even an ultra-battleship, a huge cake too close to the edge of a gigantic star. Powerful gravity attracted his massive body too much. Seeing this, the girl Svetlana ordered half a hundred cruisers to attack the enemy, to bring down the total mass. Giant cake desperately resisted. Numerous reactors threw out waves that stretched the space. It seemed that the giant swimmer was pounding the watery surface, causing shivers to shudder. Cruisers force engines, include all running reserves, they themselves are slightly flattened, their noses are blunt in the last effort. This makes it possible to bring down a spaceship from orbit, and gravitational embraces are the strongest.
   And imagine the fall of a ship a little more than the moon. On the surface of the star grew a huge mushroom, which instantly grew by tens of thousands of kilometers. The cruisers who hit the ultra-battleship barely had time to bounce. One was unlucky, and the flaming tongue of the star licked it predatoryly.
   The other starships tried to escape from the trap, but people were ready for this. A frequent comb has let out of the trap of a few. The battle reached its peak, donuts and koloboks, threw out a lot of gas, trying to cloud the radar and leave. At the same time, a vast number of differently colored and shaped hyperplasma blots floated across the cosmos. Some of them took the form of naked female figures, performing a whimsical dance.
   The scathing maff continued to fight. After the severe test with the pirate-ace, the other opponents seemed too weak, and clumsy. A wise aphorism - a victorious one tiger, will not be frightened by a dozen cats!
   Here is one charming donut after hit had time to catapult. He flew out and hovered. A thin voice squeaked:
   "I do not have to eat!"
   Maff's teeth, she answered:
   "And why did you take me for wanting to eat you?"
   Donut answered:
   - Primates eat flour!
   Enthusiastically, Maffa replied:
   "We are not cannibals to eat sensible flesh." This immoral mind is sacred and inviolable. In addition, we are not primates!
   Donut still fearing, remarked:
   "Are not you going to eat us?"
   Muffa said pompously:
   "We only eat what we bake ourselves." Or we model our own creation. Is not it interesting?
   Donut mumbled:
   - We are interested!
   Muffa pouted her breast and said:
   - The bakery products do not even have a hint of intelligence. So do not worry my sweet donut. And surrender, you, I hope, do not eat much?
   Donut immediately replied:
   "So modestly!" If you need then ammonia will come down!
   - Great! In the meantime, hang!
   The dialogue saved several cakes from destruction. Enthusiastic Maffa fought like a lioness with a shiny mane, similar to the one Lermontov described. Although, it seems, lions do not have manes, but not in a delirious dream. Like the pancakes that control starships.
   Maffa looking at Trump, and winked at him from the hologram said, using human mythology:
   - I remind you of something Cleopatra. Or maybe even Aphrodite or parasite! Although there is no female war god, it seems, was Athena! Or Artemis!
   The hyperplasma blot hooked the swept wing of the fighter of steep Marousi. The girl was showered with a burning wave. A hologram flew out, in the form of an already familiar elf boy.
   "Be more careful than Cleopatra!" And then you'll end up like her, on the edge of the sword. Or maybe you prefer to imitate her in everything?
   Muffa answered passionately:
   - In steepness, why not imitate such a daring beauty.
   Elf kid, podkolol:
   "And about the seduction of men!"
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   Maff blurted out:
   - Also!
   The boy-hologram giggled:
   "It's nice to hear this from a virgin!"
   Maffa was seriously offended:
   "How do you know I'm a virgin?"
   The young robot elf replied:
   "From the camel!"
  She cooed with pleasure.
   - Or rather!
   The hologram confidently replied:
   - Your body is scanned silly!
   - Well yes! I understood that! - Maffa like a butterfly wings, (a virgin in a hundred thousand years - that's what the magic of eternal freshness with the bodies of elves does!) Slammed her eyes. "They enlightened me like an insect!"
   Elf-boy comforted beauty:
   "Do not whine!" Better destroy the enemy cruiser! Here you see the cake!
   Muffa is surprised:
   - And how to destroy it?
   The hologram willingly prompted:
   - It's elementary! Wave to change the constants and the ship instantly turn into a bunch of flying molecules.
   Maff quacked in surprise.
   - Wow!
   The hologram podsolko in response:
   "Even two!" Wow! Ogoshenka!
   Maffe was curious:
   - And what principle?
   The hologram explained:
   "Already familiar!" Electromagnetic forces with the help of magic become gravitational and the collapse of all matter. Just a trillionth of a second, but that's more than enough!
   Muffa whistled in surprise:
   - Also I'm heavy metal!
   The elf girl began to break through to the cruiser. It is a powerful machine in the shape of a cake, a kilometer long. Try to shoot this. Maffa, however, did not think to get lost, she believed the elf boy. At the same time, the tiny robots restored the deformed wing of the fighter.
   - Well, from the screw! - The girl-master screamed a favorite phrase from the ancient elven cartoon.
   The Elf girl broke through to the cruiser, marveling at how many rays and rockets emanate from his mast antennas, and jumps out energy clumps from the trunks. Stunning picture.
   - I'm not Pinocchio for you! - Cried the girl-terminator.
   The elf-hologram warned:
   - And now you can beat!
   - The boy-bezuychik - do not be shy! Star monster rather pribey! - Maffa giggled, snapped her fingers and sent a bundle of energy, shifting the constants at once sprayed an elongated, extremely strong baking cake.
   The elf-hologram confirmed:
   - And it's great!
   Maff doubted:
   "Maybe it's servile!"
   Elizabeth saw that the remnants of the starships that attacked the top line came to an end, delightedly commanded:
   - Single copies can not be finished! Now regroup and a powerful blow to those who attacked the underbelly.
   Elfika Kapuzina replied:
   - There is! We will cut with a fist under a dyh!
   The Marshal said:
   - It is better on the back of the head, where it is more effective.
   Girls through the screen winked at each other.
   "We will be on horseback today!" Let even white!
   And they winked at each other:
   - In red apples!
   The fist of the star elves quickly moved.
   In the meantime, Farababa rumbled menacingly:
   "Yes, I'll piss you off with vinegar and give it to the cow!"
   The sour pancake replied:
   - So maybe it's better with pepper?
   The answer was witty:
   "And with oil instead of oil!" One of the four tentacles was chopped off!
   Damn, splashing with oil, suggested:
   - So maybe we'd better press the enemy at once with three!
   Farababa snorted fiercely:
   "Get the belt!" Well, come on top!
   Damn snarled:
   - There we are already beaten!
   "Then from below!"
   The battle in the bottom row was more stubborn. Koloboks managed to wedge in, some units even broke through into the center of defense. Losses could not stop the confectionery!
   - Forward! On the primates! - There were commands.
   Several asteroids were literally smoldered in the dust along with the defenders. People retreated, tried to reduce losses through maneuver and the active use of inflatable mock-ups. In addition, various superdense holograms were used. They even exploded, like the present, creating a complete illusion.
   Witty Maffa though, and saw it. Now she moved with the whole army. The notion of top-bottom was completely displaced, everything was turning around before the eyes.
  A powerful blow to the strong reserve of earthlings in the rear, forced the enemy to move back. People used the construction of a concave prism. On the edges were the most powerful starships, and in the center were dropped guided mines.
   Steep Capuchin commanded:
   - Strictly beat and tighten the tie! We will open their skulls! "The elf girl made her face. "We'll bury them!" Even if you have to roll the universe.
   Elizabeth answered:
   - Capturing the universe is still a small problem. There can be problems and steeper.
   Capuchinka whistled through her nostrils:
   - Agree! The universe does not have problems if it's a computer. Only here is how to cut a pancake skull?
   The marshal answered in a dry tone:
   - Silence! Everything that is material can be completely destroyed.
   Koloboks tried to regroup, using the "pillow" construction. Also not a weak move, but belated.
   People splashed this pillow with shattering blows. Cakes and cracked falling apart, being covered by a semi-material flame.
   Leahy Meffa fought with no less bitterness: her fighter, devoid of inertia, moved along the broken line. He continually threatened to collide, but at the same time he did not forget to sweep the hyperplasma broom with cakes.
   While everything was going well, but at one point, a wild comet entered the battle. This is a kind of chain doggie of space pirates. Such a grinning face, and dizzy, leaving behind a long tail. Imagine a piranha from a continuous flame - horror!
   Muffa sang radiantly:
   "A comet stretches like a bitch!" Monument to show the madhouse! And it seems that the stabilizer sings - the world is your home!
   Comet taming is not easy, especially if it was trained by pirates. A clot of energy, rushed to the fighter, rapidly devouring them! An ambassador's message that the comet increased in size.
   And the weapon did not work for her. The rays of the gravity-lasers seemed to only add relics to it.
   The stiff Muffa croaked furiously:
   "I seem to be losing the battle!"
   The hologram with the elf prompted:
   - Catch a comet with a power arcane!
   - What is it like? She asked, smiling at him.
   The elf boy suggested:
   - And so! Silently!
   - Silence, only shear sheep! - The girl-elf objected.
   "Put your hand on the scanner." Make an image of the power projection in space and grab with a sharp movement. - Said the elf boy.
   "I did not understand what would happen in this case?" - The girl-terminator was confused.
   The hologram prompted:
   - But nothing, the power projection will take the form of your hand. Will only grab and tie the enemy.
   Maff's brows shifted, looked at the dancing colors of the vacuum, on the blazing space. Feeling terrible fatigue from the experience. I had to jerk my head, pinch my neck to shake it off.
   "Everything is clear to me!" Come on!
   Comet to catch, it was very much not even easy. The Elf girl had to excel, in various ways, to grab by the tail. However, initially it was not very successful.
   The elf cleverly suggested:
   - You better grab her by the neck! Then only you can keep it, fingers.
   Mindful Maffa obeyed her fabulous, cybernetic assistant, and once grabbed a comet. Oh, how sharp it burned her fingers! It was like putting them in the oven.
   - Wow! This is some kind of horror! Cried the elf girl.
   The boy-hologram replied:
   "Be patient, this is not real pain, but purely psychological perception of suffering."
   - It's not easy for me! - Said witty Maffa, but his grip is not weakened.
   An elf-boy, or rather a robot:
   "Well, now hold the enemy!" Now she will obey you.
   Really several times, jerking, the comet calmed down. The muzzle of the hyperplasma monster was compressed, then straightened up, a semblance of a smile appeared. Imagine a piranha smiling, like a goldfish.
   Maffa gnashing his teeth, answered her:
   "Now you're mine!" You'll be like a dog doing a fas!
   The fiery executioner was obedient. He, more precisely it - the comet attacked other ships, licking them with seven languages. It was fun to watch, a huge shaggy comet devouring cakes. And while still growing in size, literally swelling, like a fiery com.
   - Let's chew and swallow faster! - The girl commanded.
   A new unexpected ally, the elf, added morale! Now the starry battle was going on under the full dictation of the army of Luciferstan.
   Elizabeth commanded:
  - Closer closer! Strike blows tight bundles. Use the reception puncher. Break off the enemy's grouping from the right flank.
   Capuchin confirmed:
   "It will be done immediately!"
   Farababa was on a giant starship and it was on the right flank. Kolobok inside the cake, a funny combination. He felt that the battle was losing and so he hurried his men.
   - Split the earthlings in half and unite! Cried the marshal.
   The general of the galaxy, he donut purred:
   "You're a great warrior, are not you?"
   In response, a purr:
   - Of course the greatest in the whole universe!
   The culinary product offered:
   "Let's throw our flagship into battle, and then one hundred and fifty thousand big guns and two hundred and twenty thousand radiators are idle."
   Farababa roared:
   "And you want to leave the army at this critical moment without a commander."
   Donut insisted:
   - Our spaceship is practically invincible the greatest!
   The marshal did not agree, he waved his hands:
   - Cake is easily cut by layers!
   And it could be understood.
   At that moment, the comet, which had multiplied in size, collapsed onto the large cruisers of the koloboks. The more they shot at the comet, the more it grew.
   - You give me bread in the morning, we eat cheesecake under it! - Sung up Capuchinka! - I'll tell you brothers without embellishment, what is a psychiatric patient.
   Maffa saw the largest, the size of Mercury cake-planet. Rather, she had seen her for a long time, so seductive and crispy on her crust.
   - Comet fas! Eat it!
   Growing up to several hundred kilometers in length, the planet-dog rushed to the seductive goal. It was beautiful, like a burning candle stuck in a cake. Such a terrifying roar, and further devouring. Marshal Farababa was so scared that he managed to give only one order:
   - Relocation! Save yourself, who can!
   Then immediately immersed in the rescue module. Kolobok barely managed to leave. Other numerous starships rushed off.
   Muff sang in a loud voice:
   "Storm and flame!" Noise and thunder! I'll set the test! Oh, he does not know the cooler! What's on the holiday waiting!
   The appearance of a hundred-thousand-year-old elf was interrupted by a lingering film. Maff was very pleased. She dragged herself with a whole arsenal of various weapons. There were also rockets and, polygamists, and daggers. The other two elfies are loaded even more. They pulled a lot of weapons. Girls walked barefoot, and their bare legs flashed, very tempting.
   Maffa winked at Donald Trump slyly and whispered:
   "We need your help!"
   Becoming a young man, a former billionaire old man, said happily:
   "I'm glad to help you ... If ..."
   And he looked eloquently at the girls. Young, and a very strong organism restored the seed stock, and Donald again wanted to make love. Moreover, the bare legs of the elves are extremely seductive, they have a colossal grace.
   Maffa, intercepting the eloquent young man's eloquent look, replied:
   - You will get what you want if ... You will transfer us directly from here to our empire.
   Donald shrugged his shoulders.
   - Well, it's already to my medallion questions.
   Magical Hypervor eagerly muttered:
   "I can throw you back ... But let Trump tell me some interesting story." Otherwise, I will not succeed.
   Donald shrugged and asked the elves:
   -And you need it urgently. May somehow...
   She shook her head.
   - For this weapon, the dwarves at customs will take so many from us that we can not pay for it forever. Here, while it is taken out, a whole line will be built.
   Elf Kapuzinka willingly confirmed:
   - It's only at a sale for weapons that they give a divine price, and then comes a string of milking fees. We would never take so much, if we did not expect you.
   Donald, deliberately frowning, asked:
   - And what will I have from this?
   She smiled and asked seriously:
   - And what do you want?
   Donald looked around cautiously and remarked:
   - And the walls can have ears?
   A girl of a hundred thousand years of age confidently replied:
   - We are now in a soundproof field.
   Trump said skeptically:
   - Is it reliable?
   With a confident knowledge, she replied:
  - When it comes to weapons and defenses, gnomes never deceive. This is their credo, you can be sure, no one can hear us!
   Donald looked the elf in the eyes. And, of course, he did.
   -Well, well, I want to get a master key in the form of a lion statue!
   Maff was not too surprised. The past bitch. And whispered:
   "It's one of the biggest goals in the universe." There are rumors that the one who received all seven statues will become, something like the Most High God. Others say that the seven keys of omnipotence will release a dark force that will enslave the universe. Still others say that this is the end of the universe. Fourth, that this is real omnipotence ... I do not know, it's almost impossible to steal from gnomes. Unless to exchange?
   Trump was interested:
   "And what can they accept for exchange?"
   She scratched her forehead and said:
   - Probably, given their craving for gold, an unchangeable doubloon. But this artifact is extremely difficult to obtain.
   Donald thought it was like a computer quest. Look for one task, then another immediately hangs on you. And Donald preferred military-economic strategies to the quests. When you are the commander yourself. He especially liked to play historical strategies for the United States. In one of them, he allowed the Wehrmacht and Japan to defeat the USSR and Britain, and then picked up and conquered the whole world.
   But of course the businessman and the politician did not have time to play too much. But Donald loved historical strategies. This is his passion. But on the account of the quest ...
   Maffa, seeing that Donald hesitated, said:
   - An indefinite duplicate is stored, and is used in the empire of vampires. It is also almost impossible to capture it, but ...
   Trump narrowed his eyes and asked:
   - There is a chance?
   Maffa nodded in agreement.
   "Vampires like to play cards." Their emperor has a deck that always wins. And the ruler very often plays on his unchangeable doublet.
   Donald was a little sad.
   "If this is an empty conversation!"
   Maffa shook her head.
   - No! If you find an unbreakable joker, you can defeat the vampires. Where the undivided joker is ...
   The elf looked around and with a sly wink, answered:
   "Nobody knows that either, but you have a chance to find it!"
   Donald reasoned reasonably:
   "If you can win with the help of an unchangeable joker from the emperor of vampires, then probably many people are looking for him." How do I find it on the trail?
   Carefully, she said:
   "You are a man." This is your chance!
   Capuchin surprised:
   - And that the elves do not have a chance at a joker?
   Maffa smiled, and noticed:
   - There is a tradition that only a human slave can find an unbreakable joker. And this is a true tradition. Moreover, people still do not know how to fly into space, and humble slaves on their planet.
   Capuchinka was skeptical:
   - And Dibro?
   Maffa shook her head.
   "They are not slaves, but a strong civilization." Man-slave is the earthlings conquered by elves!
   Capuchinka caught fire with eyes and suggested:
   - Let's help a man?
   Maffa shook her head.
   "First let us transfer us to our empire." Then he will move to the vampires. This is the most reasonable way.
   Donald corrected Muff:
   - No! It is better to first find the undivided joker, and then to the vampires?
   Maff willingly agreed:
   -We will then help you find this card! But for the whole year the gnomes will not have a turn for us. Then you can fly. Purification will pass!
   Donald nodded in agreement.
   - Okay, I'll transfer you to your homeland. But will you help me find the joker? Maybe swear?
   Maffa created the eight and answered:
   - I have not long left, and search for a joker is a fun adventure. In addition, we all three will be given a legal leave, and it's a thorn to hold it outside the empire in company with the person.
   Girls-elfies also created eight and said:
   - We swear!
   Donald did it. And he unfolded the tablecloth. On it there were refined dishes and magnificent wines. There was something to eat and what to marvel at.
   Trump invited the elves for a meal. They readily agreed, because they were hungry. And it's interesting, listen to the story and at the same time eat it. Moreover, the magic tablecloth gave an excellent table and fine wine. You can order what you want. Donald thought how
  all the same he was lucky. He was generally lucky in life. He was born into a rich family. Had everything from life.
   Has enjoyed success with women, possessed, excellent health. Could, perhaps, if you want to become president of the United States and in forty years. Several times, however, hung on the verge of bankruptcy, but always came out dry from the water. Yes, he was lucky.
   And now he was lucky, got such magical objects. And the girls-beauties brought together friendship. And now he eats on a hike, better than at a restaurant. Maybe even find an unbreakable joker that brings luck in the cards.
   No, Trump, though lucky, but still the richest man in the world did not, so luck is not absolute. And poker does not always win!
   The magical medallion chanted:
   "Come on, tell me!"
   Donald coughed, although he felt quite healthy and began to weave a story.
   The boy-child prodigy Donald Trump was transferred from one wave to another. First, the child who died in the hellish labyrinth felt that he was being thrown from the side to the side of the wave of cosmic ether and hyperplasma. When you are like a sliver in the epicenter of a typhoon, and everything is mixed up and down. And you are thrown into a terrible heat, then, on the contrary, in a chilling cold.
   Then everything suddenly calmed down, and the boy flopped into the real sea water. After that, in the labyrinth of Donald Trump was wound from head to toe, and the monster against which the crocodile trivially snegurochka bitten it in half - warm salt water, the boy felt bliss.
   The wind was blowing low, and the waves arose moderates. You could relax a little by taking more air into your lungs. In the sky it was cloudy, but through the clouds the luminaries shone through. Although they are not visible, but Donald Trump felt that this is not Earth at all.
   Visibility was not bad, and the boy looked at himself carefully. The body remained the same: well-trained, muscular, with a good tan. All the scars, cuts and burns disappeared without a trace - as if they were not there. Clothes, too, was missing ... But this Donald was not embarrassed, he was brought up as a Spartan, and to run naked through the snow is familiar.
   And here the sea is warm, like fresh milk and is pleasantly in it. The boy-child prodigy did not feel physical fatigue - as if there was no hard way through the infernal labyrinth. As if he had just woken up and was full of energy, a desire to move. As in such cases they say: as if he were born again!
   Donald Trump said aloud:
   - Here it is ... Notorious other light! Approximately, as described rodnovertsy - another universe created by the gods, the demiurges, where the spirits are incarnated the dead! - The boy sprinkled his bare feet with warm water and laughed. - And I remember everything, literally from birth! The end is not the end - the end is just the beginning!
   Then the boy ducked and, opening his eyes, swam under the water.
   Indeed, how beautiful another light is: there are multicolored jellyfish in it - and with such a complicated ornament that it is impossible to believe that it is the product of nature. It seems that a skilled master, or a brilliant artist, depicted all these lines, flowers, curls, patterns and hieroglyphics.
   A fish is even more beautiful with its wonderful plumage, sparkling brighter than the precious stones on the equatorial Sun.
   Particularly striking are their tremendous, flexible fins, shining more radiantly than gold leaf. Very beautiful fauna, some animals do not have earth analogs at all, but they are very elegant and harmonious.
   Donald emerged and laughed merrily:
   - Probably, it is paradise! For paradise must be beautiful, colorful and bright!
   Then the truth over the round face of the boy ran a slight shadow. I remembered one fantastic novel. And, not his genius father: Ronald Trump, Sr., and quite another writer. There, the boy, also hitting the sunny island, in the middle of the warm sea thought he was in paradise. In fact, he was almost in hell. Almost, because the underworld to some extent, create themselves for themselves thrown here many boys and to a lesser extent girls.
   And, in addition, the war must be said to many like. For example, his younger brother Wolff would surely be delighted to get him to the islands, where the boys constantly fight with other boys on deadly swords. Go still fired from self-made bows. He would have liked the adventure.
   And his Donald is considered more intelligent, although he fights no worse than Wolff, although his younger brother has no equal in using his toes. The amazing boy Wolf, just nine years old, and already such a warrior that it is difficult to find an adult who could cope with it.
   Donald Trump thought for a while, not without reason, because the child prodigy. But interesting thoughts, for example ... Global confrontation between Russia and the United States, and the resumption of the Cold War in full.
   That such a confrontation promises Russia and how can it end?
   Objectively, now in Russia emerged extremely hanging from an ideological point of view of the situation. More precisely, to say and ideology, as such there. Orthodoxy did not become a determining ideological force in fact. The head of state himself divorced his wife, showing that it was not Christian Caesar.
  The economy and the system itself remains purely capitalistic, and the share of private property in Russia is much larger than in Europe, and no less than the United States. Taxes on rich individuals in general are among the lowest in the world. The linear scale of taxation, the spread between rich and rich is enormous.
   By and large, Europe has much more socialism than in Russia. And Russian capitalism is even more savage, with much greater, glaring social inequality than, for example, in the US. Well, there's nothing to say about Sweden!
   At the same time, official propaganda ceased to promote liberal and capitalistic values and again began to praise the scoop.
   That is, it turned out paradoxically. In fact, the system is even more savage capitalism, and the values of the people are imposed socialistly. And for example, the image of the "new Russian" was dropped as low as ever.
   In this situation, Russia resembles a tightly-clogged boiler, under which water is heated actively. Sooner or later the propaganda of socialist values will bear fruit. People brought up to hate capitalists will smash the oligarchs, and all the rich. And this is fraught with civil war!
   In the USA, capitalist values have long since found a stable electorate, and the vast majority of the population seeks happiness and wealth for themselves. The ideas to organize a revolution and to share property by violent means attract a few. Moreover, the capitalists are divided with the people, and there are few frank poor people in the US.
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   In principle, in America, any more or less capable and hardworking person can, ensure a decent life.
   In Russia, opportunities to get rich are also there, but ... Too much power has been given to various clans. And the most important thing in society is the close government with the help of propaganda formed a negative image of the capitalist and bourgeois values. Here, even on television, communism and Stalin himself are portrayed heroically and epically.
   At the same time, due to the growing economic crisis, the fall in oil prices and the growth of military spending, the social gap between rich and poor people deepens.
   What conclusion can be drawn? Gradually there is a pre-revolutionary situation. It ripens, and the question of a breakthrough is only a matter of time, or can the analogue of Lenin appear?
   But people like Vladimir Ilyich are like lightning: you will find out about them when they startle!
  So the conclusion is that Russia has very difficult prospects now, and one can only hope for the achievements of modern, ultramodern science and the genius of his father, the great businessman and friend of Vladimir Ronald Trump.
   Reflections of the wunderkind boy interrupted the appearance of a triangular yellow spots, an orange shark. Or sea creature looking like a barracuda with long, silvery fins.
   Donald whistled:
   - This is paradise ... The appearance of the analogue of the sea lizard!
   The shark noticed the boy. And it seems that she did not belong to the herbivorous breed. Without thinking for a long time the creature rushed into the aggressive, if so it is possible to express the attack.
   The fin curled like a new wave of propellers. The marine shrews lengthened the fangs, cutting the distance. Donald Trump teased her, making a nose.
   The shark jumped higher, covering the distance, and a ten-meter predator attacked the child.
   For some reason Donald was almost scared. Probably from the fact that he already died and was in the next world. The second time is really not dying to die, just like sending the king of the district value away (unless, of course, after that, you were not in the trauma department!). A lack of fear is an excellent assistant in the fight.
   The boy-child prodigy shifted from the line of attack, it was thrown back by a wave from a flying creature.
   The shark caught a large, meaty, like sperm whale, but thanks to it, it's not too manoeuvrable.
   Donald Trump ironically chirped:
   "They will not catch us, fanged horses!"
   Barracuda from another world, apparently with this, categorically disagrees and tries to get the boy, jumps tigress.
   If you understand, then the position of the boy-child prodigy is not the most iridescent. Against him is a beast weighing twenty tons, with teeth almost half a meter away, and you do not even have a dagger. And this, frankly, is not a frivolous state.
   Donald is not really afraid of death now. Well, he'll take it back to another world. As his father in the series "The Adventures of the Dead" described this brilliantly. And so on after the giant wheel of the creator-demiurg Svarog.
   Here again he fails the barracuda (maybe it is not a barracuda with triangles at all, but very similar!), And whistles cheerfully:
   - There would be only a triplet, and a triple of prizes!
   Then the boy suddenly became funny, before the colic. They remembered negligent pupils - they also rode on threes. Or rather, with a deuce for two went.
   Donald Trump evaded the attack, spending a minimum of energy. His opponent is clearly not high in intelligence and rushes along a predictable trajectory.
   The boy-child prodigy remembered the Klitschko-Povetkin fight.
   Russian knight rushed to the enemy unnecessarily rectilinearly, and as the boxer says, he telegraphed about his intentions. Naturally, the "Steel Hammer" (such a Klichko was driving!) Easily read Povetkin's intentions and met with a left-hand strike, and simply tied the enemy.
   Of course, more dangerous would be short hooks in the body and an uppercut in the chin. And do not necessarily invest in all the blows. It is easy enough, without effort to throw out your hand and ... Even if there is no knockout, but the opponent will feel it! Well, slightly tuck the body and help with the shoulder.
   And even better, when the enemy fails, to meet, through the cross. There is an addition of velocities. Here is a shark, as if a real puncher is trying to get his counterpart swing. Swing is a blow with a jump and full embedding of the trunk. Strong reception, but too noticeable.
   A true master must be able to catch an opponent on a swing. When such a blow is struck, in general, it is understandable - your counterpart even sits down.
   The shark also quite predictably fins the fins, the clever boy easily moves from it.
   The hardest thing is to move the creature himself. Especially water - the environment is quite dense and it's so simple, you can not put your foot on it. Another thing is in the air when the "barracuda" takes off.
   The boy pumped her into her side a couple of times. But the mass only scratched the round heel. It is not easy to add such a carcass. As if you are striking a makiwara of enormous sizes.
   Donald joked when he dropped it, another water flow:
   - Everything is good in the world, that ends well. And then, it seems that the mixture of sprint and stayer will be infinite.
   But the shark, in fact, apparently caught a stubborn and continued to hunt for a twist purpose. Luckily she was alone. Maybe because of the magnitude, like creatures to hunt in a pack uncomfortable, and maybe there were other reasons. But while it's easier for Donald to cope. He is not her, not her!
   Reminiscent of the duel heavyweight and a soldier in the weight of "pen." Only a lighter opponent is higher class. And sometimes with the blows of his legs, he takes out his opponent, gaining points. However, of course there can not be real refereeing. What other glasses.
  This is a war of attrition ... Something similar happened during the second world war, and the USSR has relatively cheaply escaped.
   In principle, the fact that the Great Patriotic War was bloody and heavy, it was natural. The illiterate Stalinist government generally had to lose it, but they were saved, the fact that Hitler was also a demoniac and possessed by a tyrant.
   If the Nazi party were headed not so marginal type, with crazy anti-Semitism, then the USSR could have gotten worse.
   In general, the Nazis did not shine with the intellectual elite. Goering was a fat, stupid boar - although not a bad pilot of the Second World War. In addition, Goering came from a fairly noble family, his ancestor was the closest assistant to Bismarck. Perhaps even this not-so-talented representative of the Nazi elite could turn out to be more of a problem for Stalin than the son of an alcoholic customs officer and an illiterate peasant woman, Adolf Hitler.
   In any case, Goering did not differ in anti-Semitism, and kept with him as a deputy, a Jew on the maternal line.
   The very Second World War had a chance, dragged on in forty-three. But this is not so interesting.
   The boy continued to leave, and would avoid the leaping shark. I remembered the famous, very recent battle between Vladimir Vladimirovich Klitschko and Tyson Fury. The fight itself, despite all its long expectancy was not spectacular.
   Both fighters threw out a few blows, but there were a lot of jerking and klinchey.
   Donald Trump as a man and a boy who has a good idea of boxing noted the following mistakes Vladimir. First of all, the poverty of the technical arsenal. Never Vladimir Putin did not break his trademark side left. I did not even try. Practically there were no impacts on the body. Although, for example, a very effective technique is to double a jab, conducting one blow to the head, the other to the body. Not bad even the structure of the impact: two in the head and the region of the liver of the left lateral.
   But the main thing in Klitschko almost did not work the right hand. Even if it was not possible to hit the head accurately, you could move the body. After all, the right hand is stronger than the left one, which means it gets tired less. And holding her stupid.
   After all, in any case, and from the blow of the right are some points, even if you conduct a series in the lower floor. In general, the absence of multi-impact combinations is the Achilles' heel of the Klitschko brothers. Suppose you can still win a weaker and less large opponent jabs and crosses, but with a superior in physical condition Tyson, this does not work at all.
   And in principle, it was still a mistake that Klitschko did not strike a blow when approaching. And how can you go ahead without hitting, and not throwing out the same jab? Undoubtedly, the doubling of the jab gave a certain effect.
   Donald Trump thought in snatches, and economically walked away from the shark. The powerful animal began to get tired. Trying to grab a boy by the leg or a bite in two, failed. And the other options just did not come to a beautiful, but stupid animal in the head.
   The boy looked fresher. Physical loads for him were not a curiosity, their own low weight and efficiency in movements, gave a bulky opponent over the bulky opponent.
   Gradually, the shark slowed, and finally stopped completely to rest. Even her heavy breathing could be felt.
   The boy then stopped, and lay down on the waves to relieve himself of stress. Duel with the monster, while it was no one's hand, except for a small number of collected eyes.
   But here's what to do next?
   Then to Donald Trump came an idea, inspired by the genre of fantasy. What if...
   And the boy became, energetically working with his hands and feet to row to the shark. On another spot in the triangles of the back prodigy boy flew, like a Tatar lasso. And he saddled a mighty and beautiful animal in his own way.
   Tired of "barracuda," tried in vain to shake the boy.
   Donald, putting his index finger to his lips, whispered:
   "We are of the same blood, you and me!"
   The shark looked, or rather tried to put three of its eyes on the boy. The boy-karate again whispered the cherished mantle: "we are of the same blood - you and me!"
   But the reception, which was so effective in the mouth, the Clone Leopardov clone, it seems, did not act too much on the sea predator. However, the priority in using the coveted word belongs to the epic hero Mowgli.
   Donald Trump decided to go the other way. He began, with an intonation to read poetry;
   Space expanses are boundless edges,
   Calls me Fatherland in the skies ...
   Long live native, Russian land,
   In glory, Jesus will resurrect you!
  
   We are falcons dashing for glory born -
   To conquer the cosmic distances ...
  The universe is radiant with great sons -
   Our leader is Ilyich and the brilliant Stalin!
  
   So try on the strength of the automaton-
   Check his fastener and dog.
   Whatever happened, in the battle this
   You're not a camel, cowardly pulling the cud!
  
   A warrior from birth is such a law for us:
   To be above all and steeper and stronger ...
   Let the enemy of the Motherland be smashed by a blow -
   In the grave hell will perish!
  
   The greatness of the Fatherland is always a struggle for us,
   For every step - you are the young man in the answer ...
   The sword and the automatic weapon - an ornate carving -
   Children should learn the art!
  
   Since the universe is an arena for war,
   In it, anything that can happen ...
   We must, ready for battle, we - with the attack of Satan,
   They will cheer Ladas and Svarog!
  
   We break off the attacker's grins and a ridge,
   And we will be proud in eternity!
   Any of us like a stupid tough fighter-takes,
   We crush the buttocks with a blow!
  
   Come on here to us russicham any pahana,
   We will add him to the grave ...
   Since our country is very strong,
   Any guy in Russia is a tough warrior!
   The orange shark, strewn with yellow triangles, listened for a while to the song. It was evident that the rhythm of a clean, childish voice captured her. Then the "barracuda" came into motion. Donald Trump patted the sea predator friendly on the back:
   - Now I see full mutual understanding between us!
   The shark shook its long fins in response. The boy-prodigy boy tenderly asked the predator:
   "Now carry me to the shore!"
   And he caresses the carnivorous creature, his children's, but hardened in training leg. The shark obediently twisted the fin. She had not yet had time to rest, after a series of violent attacks on the young warrior and moved slowly.
   Donald is comfortable lying on his back. He wanted to drink, and the first signs of hunger appeared. The mist over them began to dissipate, and the luminaries appeared.
   The boy looking up at the sky (the spotted shark was floating on the surface!) The strong man was surprised. Three lights at once - it's great. Two of them, though small: yellow and green, and central - large, blue.
   The boy-child prodigy remembered astronomy;
   Blue stars, or, as they are often called - blue giants, are considered relatively young luminaries. If you consider, for example, the Earth's Sun is a forty-year-old man, then the blue stars are estimated by earthlings to be three months old babies.
   However, it is strange how such luminaries could be formed? After all, the big bang theory does not explain anything in cosmology. But much more interesting, if we assume that the universe was created by the demi-gods.
   For its time, the thermonuclear reaction gave off a lot of energy, it was also called a strong interaction. It exceeded one hundred times the most massive electromagnetic energy in the universe. There is an even more energetically favorable annihilation reaction. This is when atoms with different charges collide with each other, and there is a regularity, the greater the specific atomic mass of the substance, the more energy is released.
   But here is his brilliant father for the first time in the history of mankind discovered - thermo-quark reaction and brought under it an interesting scientific foundation, proving the principle feasibility.
   One of the preludes to this was the idea of the inequality in the amount of energy released during annihilation, as well as the negation of the dogma about the constancy of the speed of light in a vacuum. If, for example, to use anti-iron, then the energy to stand out is more than a thousand times greater than when a thermonuclear reaction, and the photons will fly off almost five times faster than the speed of light. The most important problem for people was the fact that antimatter is very difficult to obtain, but the most important discovery of great scientists came to the rescue, namely, they learned by combining several radiation with different isotopes and magnetic fields using superconductors to decompose the three-dimensional space into other dimensions. At first there were six, then nine, and after that it became more and more important only for the stability of matter, so that their number was a multiple of three. With their help, it was easy to reproduce hyper-short waves and change the charge in matter, almost without wasting energy. This was our first modest step on the road to power over the forces of nature.
   Donald Trump remembering the work, his brilliant father thought about and plunged into dozing. It was hot as if in a therma. Three suns in the clear sky gave pretty warmth.
   In the meantime, the captain of the pirate brigantine Montana de Sablle, in annoyance, drilled her sapphire zenks, the horizon line. A beautiful, half-naked warrior was covered with only one piece of scarlet cloth around her hips. But, in fact, whom should she be ashamed of? On board is not one humanoid creature.
   The team consists of two reasonable types: one type of bipedal cancer, only claws of four phalanges and with donkey ears. Another type of mollusks, which move with jumps and covered with a shell.
   Of course, they are even foolish to be ashamed of the only individual of the humanoid sex. There's more in the space empire, where Montana escaped - no men were born.
   How did it happen? One ingenious person could model a virus that radically changed the human genotype. As a result, all women ceased to grow old, having obtained eternal youth ... But men ceased to be born.
   The process of reproduction was transferred to cybernetic wombs, and the cosmic empire became a gathering of Amazons.
   However, despite the fact that the stellar empire of Rosonate, all women, since birth were considered warriors and, there was no civilian population - having conquered a significant, more precisely a large part of the galaxy, the girls stopped expansion and lived relatively peacefully.
   But with them the old Republic bordered first, then the empire of the black Sikhs.
   Since they were in different galaxies, and therefore at a decent distance, to direct military skirmishes it did not reach.
   But in the Rosonate, there was a party of war. Tough girls offered to take advantage of the fact that the Sikh Empire was weakened by the uprising. You can support the rebels first against the empire, and then, after defeating their yesterday's allies to gain a foothold with the neighboring galaxy.
   But the party of militant girl-patriots opposed, no less a strong party - moralists. These always young girls insisted that the war is bad, to deprive the life of another person is ugly and sinful. And to act in this way is completely mean. And meanness is extremely ugly. And for a woman, the beauty of the soul and body is the main thing. They can not afford ugly deeds.
   Moralists, however, admitted that the war in some cases can be beautiful - if conducted according to chivalric rules. But although who wants to fight with the empire of the cosmic Amazons? After all, beautiful girls trained with the help of the latest technology literally from birth, and some combat skills were invested in the process of forming the embryo.
   Yes, and artificially grown babies in girls, not so helpless as ordinary people, and representatives of many intelligent races.
   Despite all the disagreements between patriots and moralists, a common opinion has developed in one thing - we must closely monitor the events in the neighboring galaxy and send our scouts there.
   Montana de Sablya received the assignment to infiltrate the ranks of the insurgent alliance and, without particularly standing out, inform the current leadership about the current events.
   The management system in the empire was unique - one hundred thousand of the most genetically gifted girls from birth, until the age of thirty-five years, passed special training for the role of emperor. And, someone thought that emperors should be two - from parties - patriots and moralists.
   Can in order to avoid excessive concentration of power in one hand and possible unlimited despotism. Or for a balance of power.
   The selection of emperors took place for a limited time. It was necessary for all applicants - girls, and girls to take multilevel exams. And the number of exams and their complexity constantly increased. And once a year, girls who have reached thirty-five years - entered into intellectual combat with the acting emperors. More precisely, one won the preliminary match of the girl against the acting empress.
   Who won in the intellectual competition, he became emperor.
   There was no strict time limit, but since the selection took place every year and everything was absolutely honest - the power changed quite often.
   But an invariable rule is two emperors from two different parties. And of course, except for an intellectual duel, sparring could take place. But since in the management of the empire, brains are more important than strength, sparring with the emperor and the challenger was already out of the competition.
   Montana at one time was one hundred thousand the best girls of the elected legion, and was one of the coolest warriors of the empire. But the intellectual examination did not pass. And it struck the maiden in the head to organize a mutiny.
  But very few people expressed a desire to join it. The warrior managed to escape, from justice. Chose in a nearby galaxy a medieval planet, closer to the center - there because of the abundance of wild worlds it's easier to get lost. And most importantly, many luminaries create powerful gravitational and hyperionic interference - making almost impossible space navigation.
   Montana de Sablja tried not to stand out too much, among pirate brethren. Of course, her abilities, skills, knowledge made it possible to create her own empire in the pre-industrial world and may even claim power over the planet, but ... Why create around yourself an unnecessary noise. Here, for example, sometimes brave merchants of other worlds also fly to them. And the news of the too famous pirate will spread quickly and far.
   No Montana holding the crew in the iron paws, contented with small, and did not go beyond the level of the usual to the best of the lucky captain of the brigantine.
   There was no human race in this world, but several human captains - also probably fugitives, plowed through the expanses of the oceans.
   Montana tried to enter the ports less often, and less to enter into contact with other filibusters. If only it does not go to the showdown.
   On the planet, two relatively reasonable races are considered aboriginal. Shellfish, relatively mobile mollusks and considered to be cancers with human figures, and donkey ears warm-blooded creatures.
   Both races are not hostile to each other at the biological level. They are divided into mixed states, which conduct a war among themselves. Pirates are full, the very dawn, which lasts more than one century.
   The world, halted in its technological development, at the level of the Morgan era. That is, about the beginning of the seventeenth century on earth. Or even slightly lower, since flint triggers for guns are not invented, and gunpowder in muskets is burned with wicks. While there is no mortar and shooting buckshot. Such guns, charging from the trunk are primitive. Even in the era of Morgan do not pull.
   But with medicine it is better - even antibiotics or more precisely similar in effect medicines have appeared. In the treatment of wounds, thanks to the generous local nature, such potions are able to cook, as the terrestrial medicine of the twenty-first century will envy.
   If you do not kill immediately, the wounded within a day come back on line. Can and severed limbs grow. Let it be slower.
   Montana de saber even feared that the presence of miraculous medicinal plants would attract to this world the excessive interest of merchants.
   But a protracted war, first with the clones, and then between the rebels and the Sikh Empire, severed the previous trade ties. Yes, and drugs as they move away from the center of the galaxy - quickly lost their properties.
   Warriors from the cosmic empire could push the progress of progress, but preferred while the role of the fox in a deep hole. Of course, they are looking for her in this galaxy. Maybe even in the first place in the chaotic place of the collision of Sikhs and Jerais.
   And, of course, yesterday's girlfriends will keep track of all the news and rumors, about something unusual.
   No wonder Montana so often looks anxiously at the sky that does not know the nights.
   The spotted shark that floated behind them at first did not arouse much interest among the pirates - once it floats, then let it float. But Donald Trump apparently decided that a company with pirates is still better than trying to look for his happiness on the coast.
   The more, the boy, even the child prodigy romantic mood. Who does not want to repeat the exploits of Morgan, Captain Blood (the last person is purely literary fiction!), Van Drake, Flint, Blackbeard. And glorified in the ages!
   In addition, Donald realized that a naked boy in any case on land would have to start a career with the rank of a servant, or even a slave. Who is he - without a clan, without a tribe? Still you look - for a spy will accept!
   In pirates, you can make a career! They will check you, make sure that you are a strong fighter, and you will become an equal member of the gang. And further, will be in the fantastic novels of his famous father: victories, boarding, capturing cities and a lot of adventures!
   Of course with pirates, in real life it's not so safe to contact. And sometimes they do bad things with cute boys. But Donald believed that he would beat off a couple of unskilled men, and the rest after that for respect!
   Still, the tenacious stamp of Hollywood: beat a couple of bandits and you're already in authority. In reality, it may turn out that you will be pressed to the end! But on the other hand, and the choice is not great!
   Donald, jumping on the ridge of a large and fat shark, shouted a banal phrase:
   - I came in peace!
   Since the brigantine did not have a Merry Roger, she could also render a pirate. Trump Jr., also feared the language barrier. When it came to dealing with a fiancé, in some fantastic works they acquired a wonderful gift to understand those worlds into which they could move, but in others they did not.
   So here everything could be on a thin thread!
  A hearing-impaired Montana heard the boy. It seemed to her that the language of interplanetary communication had been adopted in the former republic and well known in the galaxy. Local dialect, warrior learned quickly - thanks to the genetic modification of the body and bioengineering. Her abilities are modeled, remember everything from the first time. Plus, learning how to upload a file to your beautiful head - when the information on the brain - is written, like on a hard drive of a computer!
   The warrior jumped up and stealthily looked over the side ... Still perfect eyes, immediately captured a large panorama. And Montana only a reflex reflex worked out in training suppressed a cry of surprise escaping from the throat.
   Naked, muscular boy phenomenon in this world is extremely rare. Although it seems like two or three rogue captains have still plowed through this world or more ...
   However, most likely these were people not from the cosmic empire, but from more backward and feral worlds.
   In favor of this version, it was said that none of the humanoid captains became a big celebrity or progressor.
   And here the boy - and obviously new, so did not have time to get covered with a strong tan from the local sun. Montana itself had a very elastic and firm skin, and this boy risked burning ... Although the burns on these three suns are initially imperceptible.
   The warrior was surprised, more precisely, she did not become surprised, and gave the order:
   - Drop the ladder and take the passenger! Without rudeness!
   Shellfish and crayfish executed the order without unnecessary disputes. In principle, there are advantages in non-aggressive and stagnant civilizations. They were convinced that Montana was stronger than everyone else - they became the leader, and they did not challenge.
   However, the captain-cosmonaut was bored with them. Are these guys emotionally impoverished and what can be talked about with them?
   Montana even yawned, from their naive stupidity. The truth is for the sake of justice, the team was clean, especially shellfish and not too gluttonous. One kind of cold-blooded, the other though warm-blooded, but with elements of anabiosis and economy.
   While there is no business, a part of crew members, more precisely almost the whole crew - just drowsing. This is both quiet and saving in food and water. Well still the aborigines have not forgotten how to love jewelry, gold coins, and other luxuries. Otherwise, the pirates had nothing to do here.
   However, this did not add to the fun!
   Donald Trump was very happy to hear a young woman's voice. A young lady of pirates will keep in an iron grip, and will not allow them to commit heinous acts against the child. Or maybe there are some Amazons in general? So great!
   Kind of local Aborigines - and the crayfish, despite the heat in the cuirasses, and the shellfish in the shells decorated with ribbons, made the boy-child prodigy exclaim:
   - Wow!
   Almost naked, a woman of athletic beauty grew up in front of the boy, like a fairy genie from a bottle:
   - Hello pulsar! - The lady held out her hand to the boy.
   Donald cautiously shook it and said:
   "You're just like Morgan's veil!"
   The girl, playing with her muscles, replied:
   - I'm Montana! The storm of seas and oceans! The coolest warrior on this planet!
   . CHAPTER? 13
   Trump stopped the story, the magic locket winked at the billionaire:
   -A funny story about Trump-baby. Well, I think that's enough. And now I will transfer you. Hold hands.
   Muffa clutched at Trump's palm and felt a surge of energy. Still, this young man is intelligent, or an old man in a young body. The storyteller was interested in the magic thing and allowed to activate the spell.
   The dwarven dungeon swirled before her eyes, as if the four were on a centrifuge. Then everything disappeared, and above them arose a huge sky strewn with garlands of stars. It froze for a moment. And then, suddenly, all the stars converged on the fire-spider web.
   The quartet was for a couple of moments very hot, as if they were on the top shelf of the steam room. And then he let go of the heat. And they completed the move.
   And they were in a huge Elvish city. Everything looked great. All buildings were covered with gold, precious, stones and sparkled in eight suns. A feature of the city was the gilding. It is everywhere and everything on every subject. And constantly sparkles, reflecting the rays of the eight luminaries. And gold, especially brighter than the mosaic of the earth, and much more beautiful. Wonderful metal. And a lot of precious pebbles that sparkle and shine. The architecture is unusual, full of domes and various curls. The richest coloring, and drawings. Many buildings are made in the form of flower buds, with individual petals.
   The quartet was opposite to the butterflies placed on each other, their wings sparkled with all the colors of the rainbow, and gave a lot of richest shades.
   And the covering of the streets was golden, hot on eight luminaries. The bare feet of the elfies were burned and they involuntarily began to ejaculate.
  Maffa first put on her shoes, and stood under the cooling spray. And Trump looked at the sky: it's a marvel that eight lights. And what beautiful flying machines there flit. Forms of elegant and coloring of elven cars are bright.
   One of the buildings was in the form of two naked elves holding bows. And every three seconds from the bowstring flew a hologram arrow. Then in the elven language there was an inscription: be happy. Then after a certain time: be cheerful!
   Trump noted with envy:
   - Live ... not people!
   Capuchinka remarked:
   "We have all the elf beautiful, but this city is special!"
   Maffa nodded in agreement.
   - Golden Eldorado ... one of the capitals of Luciferstan!
   Donald, looking at the beautiful beauty, bent under the weight of a mass of weapons, playfully remarked:
   "You are charming ... Only I noticed that you still have weapons!"
   Muffa winced wryly.
   - It's unpacked. Well, nothing, we have fulfilled the task and now we will surrender the weapon.
   Trump asked, a question that had long become attached to the language:
   "And why does your empire have such a strange name for Luciferstan?"
   The experienced and sophisticated Maffa understood:
   - Lucifer you have people - it's the Devil. But we have Lucifer - light-bearing, and we bear the light of the whole universe!
   Donald giggled and growled.
   "We will undoubtedly bring light to the Earth,
   Let us die - save the planet!
   Let the share is terrible - the evil evil came,
   Do not die in vain - our homeland is alive!
   Maffa nodded with a smile.
   - Bravo! Interesting poems! Although, perhaps, Trump rescuing the planet, this is to some extent bust.
   Donald deliberately falsely sang:
   - Bust, bust - will you total defeat!
   Maffa put her finger to her lips and told Trump:
   - It is better for you not to shine here:
   Elves went to the nearest search center, figuring out his finding using a netbook. Well the girls themselves seemed. And then the goddess appeared to them. Not Affa, but some other, but also fabulously beautiful. She took weapons from the warriors, but rewarded them with orders. The girls did their job and were cheerful. They left some of the dwarven weapons at home.
   After receiving the order, Maffa thanked the goddess, kissing her on her bare knee. She allowed them to grab a Magoplasma, compact gun. And pocket antigravity magic. In addition, the elfies took a miniature chronograph. The last weapon allowed to rewind on occasion the time.
   Maffa asked for herself a magohypergravitational sword. This thing is stronger than the usual light sword, which is so fond of elves. The goddess doubted that Maffe needed it. Then she said she was giving her sword, provided that after death, Maffa would return his goddess.
   The weapons are dwarfish and in fact so valuable that, most likely, the weapons people would not let him go.
   But Maffe had to recover to a dangerous space sector, teeming with pirates, and she could not afford, in vain to risk not having to arm themselves.
   Donald, meanwhile, met a pair of bored elf. The girls and the young man hid in a golden flower, and made love. As with elves with this simple. Trump wanted, they apparently too. And the fact that the young man has a different form of ears, only excites girls.
   Having satiated, they parted kindly. The girls left their phone numbers and images. Then they ran barefoot on the hot coating. Apparently they are so sweet to the local and swarthy elves.
   Donald thought that after all this world was happy. It has everything you need, and everyone is full.
   Here and now the young man after the class, love wanted to eat. He sat down on the petal and unfolded the tablecloth of the machine. A young elf sat down to him and started a very cultured conversation. From the male Elf carried female spirits, but all this type is decent. He offered to play a strategy.
   Trump is a very hunter before such games agreed. First in the game, each had five employees, and some raw material.
   Then you build a public house, and new workers. Trump, understanding how the slave needed power translated workers to produce food in order to maximize their number. And began to develop construction at the expense of building barracks for the military.
   But the attempt to outstrip development did not pass. There were enemy soldiers and began to destroy everything and burn everything. With the mass murder of workers. And Trump began to build his defense and develop with delay. But I could not keep up with the enemy and lost. Well, it happens. The elf chose the simplest and most effective strategy. Namely, to advance with the greatest possible speed deploying the infantry, and throwing it into the attack. And it worked. Trump proposed to replay, and this time he built
  defense in advance. He managed to repulse the attack and save his acquisitions. The game gradually developed. Military factories were built, combat elephants, and catapults were produced.
   The tram was carried away. He built towers and fortified buildings. And under them had troops to repel attacks. This tactic was crowned with partial success. But the enemy elf acted more energetically and mastered more and more new spaces, began to suppress the superior force. It was evident that the young man was more skilled in strategy than Trump. And he was able to act bolder and more efficiently.
   Donald got into the clamp, and was under pressure. The offensive with superior forces was not repulsed. Trump again signed in his own impotence.
   When they began to play for the third time, returned to Maffa. The girl pointed at the order shining on the chest and cooed:
   - I'm still a true leader. And I got a reward!
   Donald Trump said with halfhearted enthusiasm:
   - Congratulations!
   Maffa realizing that Donald regrets that they did not reward him, answered:
   - The goddess could guess what you were up to, and it's not known how she felt about it. Yet you are supplied with her sister Affa.
   The former billionaire melodiously changed his voice and sang:
   - In one team - we are sisters-brothers! We are ready to open our arms to friends!
   The elf boy, seeing Muff and two girls, smiled flatteringly and suggested:
   - Maybe you need a lady?
   Capuchinka answered:
   - From a male ... You know, let's make love to five!
   The younger elf jumped with delight:
   - Of course! This is the best thing you can think of!
   Maffa nodded to Trump:
   - You do not mind the handsome!
   Donald pompously said:
   "I can not refuse the ladies!"
   Maffa winked at the cute young Elf:
   - Join us!
   And the five hid in the bud. Indeed, in Elves sex is not an intimate affair, but a collective one. They loved to mate in groups. And give yourself a lot of fun.
   But then sneaked in plenty, the girls spikvadili guy and decided without losing time in vain to go for the search for an unchanging joker. This is of course the number one task.
   And Trump had to write a story for the medallion.
   Donald looked cautiously at the ataman girl. She was even too muscular. Well, as a professional bodybuilder, and this excessive accumulation of muscle wires deprived Montana of a certain amount of attractiveness - despite the perfectly correct facial features.
   However, the developed breast, preserved in it a semblance of femininity, and the waist against the backdrop of luxurious thighs is thin.
   The boy stretched out his hand and said modestly:
   - I'm Donald Ronaldovich Trump! A pupil of the tenth grade of a specialized school ... I will soon be twelve years old!
   Montana smiled contemptuously.
   - For a man you are too young! I already by your standards exceeded one hundred cycles!
   Donald without excessive servility replied:
   "And you look wonderful!"
   Montana giggled in response:
   - And we are all like that! No old age!
   The wunderkind boy was curious:
   "You do not get old!" - The boy looked around and, putting his index finger to his lips, asked. "Does that mean you can live millions of years?"
   The girl shrugged uncertainly.
   - But nobody knows this yet! Immortality was covered a little over a thousand two hundred cycles ago. And according to the standards of people almost fifteen hundred years. So while we do not have "millionaires". The oldest is one thousand four hundred cycles!
   A curious little boy, Donald Trump, asked the question:
   - What does the eldest look like?
   Montana giggled at this:
   - As I ... Maybe only a little more meat on it!
   The boy-child prodigy tried to imagine a more meaty woman than Montana, and it became very funny! Donald laughed and almost flew overboard.
   The warrior grabbed the boy by the chin, sharply pulled her to him and hissed:
   "You have a choice - either in my crew, or by the cabin!"
   Donald replied ambiguously:
   - I agree - although the answer is not clear!
   "Then listen!"
   Montana shook the boy, and firmly ordered:
   "Raise the mizzen mast!"
   In general, if earlier Donald represented the role of the young man in a somewhat naive and romantic way, now he was convinced that it is not without reason that there is such a crossword. What is "Sea Battle"? The answer is of four letters - a boy!
  Under combat, the boy-slave is apparently meant!
   However, Montana saw that the agile boy rushed to carry out her order with enthusiasm, remembered:
   - Well, wait! You're naked all burned out! Go to the cabin, I'll smear you!
   Clever Donald himself realized that it is dangerous to scamper with bare skin at the African steam room. Although, despite the heat, the rays seemed affectionate and pleasant. The skin already began to turn black, and turned out to be moderately chocolate colored, tending to ebonite.
   In the captain's cabin, barbarous luxury reigned. On the walls hung a richly jeweled weapon. Mostly cold, but there were a couple of small cannons, and bulky pistols. However, also firing from the wick.
   In addition, a seven-color, lush hide of an unknown animal-the size of a rhinoceros-hung. The cabin is spacious enough, maybe even too small for such a small vessel as a brigantine.
   But considering the unpretentiousness of the crew, Montana could afford such a luxury. Let the rest lie to themselves like herring in barrels or on the deck. She has the right to enjoy luxury. So in Rosanate, the system of education is barracks. No, they have luxury. Women still have women.
   They are drawn to everything beautiful! And they are able to paint faces and bodies for themselves, and decorate with jewels.
   Although on the other hand there are no men, and lesbianism is considered illegal and immoral. At the same time, of course, you can not suppress the sexual instinct by radiation alone. And girls use in this case the services of males of conquered races. Such a Solon solution!
   Young Donald blushed standing naked in front of an almost naked lady, and when she began to rub it and, at all, glowed with crimson light. Especially the jade rod puffed and began to pulsate. And it's so embarrassing when a woman-hero caresses you. And when she began to lubricate the perfection, while smiling with a message:
   - This is a sensitive place you need in a special way to protect yourself from sunlight!
   There was an explosion ... The boy even cried out! Montana eagerly licked a white, sweet gruel and prochirikala:
   - My gift! What are you still emotionally unstable!
   Donald used to be massaged by women, but now he has already started to become a real man. And I felt the main instinct in my veins. What I wanted to howl and yell!
   Probably, Montana, who knew that in this galaxy there are men of the same kind with her, understood the state of the boy and whispered:
   - Calm down! I care about your health! Then play a little stallion!
  But before the games just did not come. The space warrior began to train the boy. In addition to hard work, she began to intensively teach Donald martial arts and sword fighting.
   The boy-prodigy had an idea of Kendo, he fenced well in the labyrinth, but this shrew had superhuman speed.
   She could defeat a whole team of masters of sports - bioengineering, and a speedy reaction. Donald though trained from infancy and with good genetics is still a man without modifications of genes and body. And if your counterpart surpasses the speed of a cheetah, then what will you do with it?
   Montana, in order to impress the boy, lifted more than three-toned bow brigantine to her shoulders, and walked with her around the ship. Forcing him to groan from the surprise of the pirates. Then carefully put the "Big Tom" in place.
   At the same time, we can not say that the space warrior is very tense. Her muscles are really like wires. However, Donald recalled that Porthos also took a ton of weight on his shoulders and walked with such a chest six times around the hall.
   But Porthos did not know, nor the modern methods of training, nor chemistry. But the girl was a female, which means she could have boasted!
   Donald gingerly pointed out that it was possible to improve the sight of muskets a little, but Montana sighed and hissed:
   "Do not go into your boy's business!" Rejoice that I am teaching you!
   The warrior of the boy is very tough. Inflicted harmless, but painful wounds, bruised, punished. She behaved like a Spartan.
   The wounds, however, quickly healed from ointments, but the cosmic warrior decorated them very abundantly and did not forgive anything.
   The scars also disappeared without a trace from the potion, and the boy grew blacker and blacker every day. Only the hair is white - asbestos, and the skin of the negro is Papuan. Usually in the United States Negroes are lighter.
   While Donald knew pirate science, and especially could not boast of adventures and deeds, his own coolest brother, Wolf Trump, moved to a more cheerful, and civilized place.
   The karate boy did not know that the planet Taratuin, widely known on Earth, thanks to the famous cosmic saga - "Space wars". But, that it is not the Earth, immediately understood by the blue brilliance of the sand.
   After the maze, Wolff scrolled in a fiery tornado, from a small height, plopped down on the hot sand. In the first instant, the karate boy thought he was back in the Arabian desert near the Red Sea.
   The sand was burning and the karate kid hurried out of it. The skin on the abdomen, and the trunk is more sensitive than on the rough - always bare feet.
  Wolff shook himself vigorously, his sides, and his stomach pricked unpleasantly. The karate boy glanced at the sky (to determine the location of the horizon, the location of the light!) And was stupefied.
   Like four narrowly planted eyes, sparkled in the green sky, the light of the sandy planet. They looked amazingly dangerous and carnivorous!
   Wolf looked at them through a crack in his eyes and said:
   - I've seen it somewhere!
   But since in the movie "Cosmic Wars", a special emphasis on what a four-time Sun on Taratune was not done, the boy just decided to go straight. Focusing on the Yellow Stars!
   The desert is treacherous, and you can spin on it. But if you look at the heavenly landmarks, then maybe somewhere to come.
   A barefooted Wolf boy decided to move as economically as possible. It is not known yet when you rush into the settlements or oasis.
   The boy did not know that he was on a very bastard planet, where it really was more likely to perish in the desert than the Sahara.
   But even so, the situation is unpleasant-the heat is unbearable, in the shade no less than 75 degrees, a hot sand like sand, under the bare feet of the child.
   Here Wolff was sincerely grateful to his father, the great writer and financier Donald Trump, that he instilled in him a Spartan upbringing and hatred for shoes. If the boy did not have a sole solitary and calloused, like a ram's horn, he would certainly burn his feet in such a desert. But even a seasoned boy is not too comfortable to walk, still muffled, but burns.
   However, Arab children run around the sand, which is a little colder than this, for many days, and do not burn!
   Yes, and on the set in December, in the Arab desert was also not much cooler. Although there is a difference! Here the four-time luminary gives more heat, and in general on this planet, only in one region the temperature is cooler, and even sometimes there are frosts at night.
   But in this case, Wolf was not lucky with the region. It's hot here and there are gangsters.
   The boy tried to escape from the heels of his heels. The desert is very monotonous. In any case, for now. Even the barkhans are not visible.
   Patsan remembered one of the novels about the victims. As a representative, the cosmic civilization of color-elves became, the German pilot ace. Tsvetoelf is similar, to a very handsome young man with a girl's face and hair, petals. But you can hide your hair! And so he was in the role of a German ace. He began to fight since October 1941 in the Mediterranean Sea.
  At first, despite the high effectiveness, his exploits had no influence on the course of the Second World War. Until the plane was downed by General Montgomery. The death of the most talented English commander, led to the defeat of the British in the battle for Egypt. To the insurrection in Iraq and the fact that the troops of Rommel entered there.
   Stalin, alarmed by the threat to his southern borders, especially Baku with oil rigs threw troops into Iraq. Still at the leader of all times and the people there were fears that Germans use Iraqi oil in the war.
   But by that, he provoked Turkey, and a new, southern front opened.
   Of course, there was not enough force to advance near Stalingrad, but Zhukov started the Rzhev-Sychov operation anyway on November 25, 1942. The fighting dragged on for a long time. Even longer than in real history, where the Soviet command stopped the offensive on December 20 - when the priority of the replenishment was given to the southern flank. But on January 10, 1943, the first book was interrupted on this date, what a strange altrainer - it was possible to achieve, only a minor wedging in the position of the Germans. And the losses of the Soviet side were five to six times greater than those of the German units.
   Frightened by the rout in Egypt and Iraq, the British and Americans behaved passively and landed in Morocco, they did not dare. Even the bombing was slightly quiet.
   The flower elf by 10 January 1943 shot down 1010 enemy aircraft. In the beginning, these were, as a rule, English and American, but from October in the second and second year there were also Soviet ones. In addition, on his account was sunk - the cruiser, two frigates, three destroyers and a couple of dozen smaller naval targets. Plus more than one hundred and forty tanks and self-propelled guns. And in the last month, this magic vulture fucked Soviet cars on the Turkish front, and not just to attack planes in the air.
   Fortunately the Focke-Wulf of the latest model was a multipurpose machine and a fighter and a stormtrooper and a front-line bomber at the same time!
   A bad guy, such a handsome man, began to fight for a criminal empire - which is annoying to tears!
   And the main thing was able to really change the course of the war by questioning its possible outcome!
   Never a stranger from the world of an evil fairy tale was hit or injured. He guarded his talisman of the mighty magic of color-elves.
   For his exploits, the flower elf was awarded: all five degrees of the knight's cross, and the fifth was introduced specifically for him, the Order of the German Eagle with diamonds, a gold in diamonds cup
  The Luftwaffe, and after a thousandth aircraft - the Great Cross of the Iron Cross.
   Such a reward was in the Third Reich only to Hermann Goering, and was considered above all degrees of the knightly cross!
   And this is not counting the numerous even smaller awards, including the naval order, and the cross of the tank destroyer!
   Recently, the flower-elf moved to Focke-Wulf and began to attack land targets more and more often!
   The Germans, like in real history, desperately stormed Stalingrad. By the end of November, they controlled about ninety percent of the city. In Soviet divisions covering the citadel: there are 500-700 soldiers left.
   But Fritz lost up to half of the composition and their parts were bleeding. Taking advantage of the freeze-up, the German command in December changed tactics. And attacks followed on narrow sites, with the big concentration of trunks and aviation support.
   So the Nazis managed to completely capture the factory "Barricades" and almost all the other quarters of Stalingrad. But a few dozen buildings destroyed to the ground, still held. Hitler declared the city taken for Christmas. Stalin gave the order to keep what was left of Stalingrad at any cost.
   Despite the freeze-bombing and shelling, small groups of soldiers were sent to Stalingrad, and there was a stiffening war. In addition, in early January, the Soviet command resumed the offensive from the north of Stalingrad. But the Germans managed to gain a foothold there.
   The reserves were not enough for both sides, but despite the huge territorial losses and the opening of the second front by the Turks, the USSR continued to form military reserves faster than the Third Reich and the outcome of the war remained unclear.
   In the Caucasus, winter came, snow fell over mountain passes and the battles froze, like rusty ice. Fritzs were able to get out to the Terek, dug in the approaches to Grozny and Ordzhonikidze.
   Under Leningrad, too, the calm. The offensive for release is not yet planned, so all reserves are thrown at a desperate onslaught in the center and the southern front.
   While fascists, despite the fact that Zhukov throws into battle, more and more reserves are kept. The commander is Mobel, nicknamed "the lion of defense." Zhukov, in turn, is also stubborn, and will press on the enemy until the last soldier.
   In Iraq and northern Turkey, Soviet troops achieved tactical successes, but because of supply problems, and because of the stubborn resistance of numerous Arab and Turkish troops, the Red Army's advance slowed down.
  In the book itself there is a lot of humor, but in general it is cheap - although not typical. Usually, the villain threshes the Germans themselves.
   To read such it is opposite, but there is an intrigue. For example, if a flower-elf takes a barrier in two thousand aircraft. And how will they reward him in this case?
   Wolff became ridiculous ... Here in the USSR there was a reward: the Order of "Glory" of three degrees. But here there was no fourth grade with diamonds. Only generals received the "Victory" awards. An unfortunate injustice.
   Here the intrigue is that the further course of the war is not predictable! How will the history curve turn?
   To be honest, Wolf himself has no idea about this. You can invent, indefinitely!
   Something similar was on the show from the lion to the quark! But even there the outcome of the war was not yet clear!
   The boy thought about something else - Dartos Fader is an interesting chip. If this hero remained, would be alive, then the space saga could be embodied in a virtuoso series!
   By the way, his brother Donald Trump managed to get the continuation of the Star Wars. This mysterious seventh series even before the release of the epic in the rental ... Alas - it unfortunately was much weaker than the previous series!
   Stay Fader alive - and the emperor, then it started to twist!
   You can imagine a bold attack of aliens from the air! For example, Dartos Fader begins to drop the annihilation charges at the position of IGIL. And then everything as it takes and zaglyahaet ....
   And Dartos Fader will rocket with rockets, and for hundreds of kilometers the earth is already dead, scorched to the limit and outrage.
   Here from the belly of winged battleships begin to crawl nightmarish flying saucers. The new weapon of the cosmic empire. They glow with a cherry tint. In the air, it sparkles. For thousands of kilometers, the stifling odor of ozone diverges.
   The militants Igil imposed on all sides Damascus fall under the rays erupting from the discs of hyperlasers. The Mujahideen roar with a deafening pain and turn into sparkling diamonds like skeletons. So they turned into something valuable. These are hyperlasers, and not some obsolete ammunition that Russian planes poured into Allah's warriors.
   So the protracted war begins to be extinguished in the most radical way. It's Dartos Fader that is bombing mercilessly with IGIL. And throws on them fiery pieces of hyperplasma - blazing and burning blots!
   And then the space empire starts dropping landing modules and huge combat robots into Syrian territory, which are shaking by hundreds of hyperionic and laser guns on each, threatening to melt and crumple everything, spraying photons throughout the galaxy. And from the roar of robots - ten thousand tons each shudders both the surface of the planet and the atmosphere.
  A lot of thousands of kilometers fly out the broken glass, and they roar with hyperplasmic eruptions!
   No less dangerous warriors are clones that are planted by millions and squeak like a mosquito! And from their terrible squealing there is no corner on the Earth, there is not a single crack - where the soldiers of Allah could hide.
   Or, for example, Dartos Fader fights on swords with Mujahideen. Against him a whole regiment. The enemy is trying desperately and savagely to overburden the black lord with numbers. Sweeps of the light sword make sinking spiraling spirits.
   And mass, an innumerable mass of chopped limbs and rotting corpses. A kind of coming of Satan with a good purpose!
   And here are the jinns supporting IGIL. Brother Hottabych the evil Omar.
   In his hands, Omar has a huge lightsaber of green light, and he goes on rapprochement with Dartos Fader!
   Both the genie and the black lord briskly crossed their swords, struck, so that sparks sprang up.
   Omar will start to bark:
   - Fuck-Tibidok-Tibidok!
   And Dartos Fader, in response, through a mask - will bellow:
   - May the force be with us!
   Wolff did not have time to figure out how it began ... And he had adventures!
   . CHAPTER? 14
   Donald Trump paused and looked at the medallion. The magician thief remarked:
   - I personally liked the story about the color-elf becoming ace. Can you tell us more about him?
   Donald grinned and replied:
   - Nuda, the tie is interesting, but ... Do you need this?
   The medallion answered:
   - Well, at least describe the year 1943 and you can consider the spell to have been charged.
   Trump reluctantly continued:
   - The Germans still could not, despite the freezing, and the numerical superiority could not take entirely under the control of Stalingrad. Hitler was forced in February to declare a total war. The Germans began to form new divisions, increased the output of weapons and, first of all, the heavy tanks "Tiger" and "Panther".
   The Soviet command also did not sit idly by. The third Rzhev-Sychov operation was undertaken. The Germans, however, could not be defeated,
  but part of the forces of fascist Germany was distracted. Tsvetoelf still dominated the air, remaining a miracle worker. By the end of March, he had brought the number of downed planes to two thousand, and received as a reward a new degree of knightly cross with platinum leaves, swords and diamonds.
   The search magic allowed the color-elf to find targets and accumulations of Soviet aircraft and tanks. And the color-elf himself did not get out of the fighter, almost without wasting time for sleep. And destroyed in addition to aircraft a large number of tanks, and artillery. Tsvetoelf as exceeded the number of a thousand podbityh tanks was awarded another diamond cross fighter cars. In short, one mercenary of the magical class became a colossal problem for the USSR.
   And no one could simply stop him. The pilot-terminator managed to shoot down planes from a distance of several kilometers, and at the same time he never missed. Of course, the unique genetics of color-elf and strong magic played a role. This blond-haired beauty, became the most popular national hero in the Third Reich.
   He was portrayed on posters, printed in newspapers, even shot a movie. In the USSR, a reward was established: in a million gold rubles for the head of this cute monster. But it is not easy to kill a flower-elf. First, he is very tenacious and not one acts on him. Secondly, protective artifacts are saved from sniper fire.
   That is so easily to the color-elf can not be got close. And the problem is terrible: one fights like an entire air army.
   And what kind of agents were not sent to him. By April 20, before the birthday of the Fuhrer, this led to his list of air victories to two and a half thousand. The Fuhrer planned to resume the offensive in the spring. Moreover, the fascists were still able to clean Stalingrad, but the victory cost them extremely dearly. And what the Fritz wanted. But the calculation was being built that it could be possible to advance along the Volga, and cut off the Caucasus from Russia.
   In any case, the Fuhrer had such far-reaching plans. A tsvetoehl inspired the fascists to exploit.
   And on the fifteenth of May began the advance of the Fritz along the Volga. The Red Army had expected this, but the devil had harmed him in a human guise: the color flower of the Germans Gustav Adolf, whose real he was hiding.
   Damaged tsvetoelf is thorough. And he dealt shattering, irresistible strikes against Soviet positions. And his do not know miss the missiles on Soviet guns and batteries.
   By this, the Fritzes managed to advance to the Volga delta in a month of persistent fighting, to reach the Caspian Sea. And, of course, it is dangerous to split the main forces of the USSR.
  Japan, bound by the war with America, could not open a second front. But the samurai were able to achieve some success in the naval battle, slowing down the American advance in the Pacific.
   But in general, the case for the Land of the Rising Sun was not very favorable. And she could not be generous in direct war with the USSR.
   However, thanks to the presence of such a phenomenon as the color-elf, the Germans could advance along the coast of the Caspian Sea, even with the persistent Soviet resistance and considerable reserves of the Red Army.
   Very strong this ace: Gustav Adolf. And with him no one could contend with. When he reached three thousand shot down planes. He received a second knightly cross with platinum leaves. Generously, he was awarded other medals, and medals. Including the destruction of guns, and they accumulated more than six thousand broken by this monster by the end of June.
   The Germans advanced along Dagestan and in general acted quite successfully. But in July the Red Army tried to develop an offensive near Leningrad.
   The fighting was extremely fierce. Soviet troops almost broke through the front, but heavy German tanks entered the battle. Even in the battles in the north, the color-elf took part. His appearance was a nightmare for Soviet tankmen. For one sortie, Gustavus Adolphus destroyed up to fifty, or more tanks. And to stop it was a hopeless affair. Soon the Soviet tanks that were on the offensive were simply knocked out.
   The accursed color-elf just laughed and boasted of his achievements. Both in heaven and on earth, his fighting magic dominated.
   But then he - the bastard was transferred again to the Caucasus. And the fascists' offensive against Baku continued. And it went pretty well. Unfortunately, we did not have a decent answer to combat magic.
   By the end of August, the Germans had already stormed Baku. The plan for the Caspian coast was completely fulfilled. Well, that the Soviet army continues to heroize. And again the offensive began north of Stalingrad. But it is not possible to pierce the German positions. Again there is Gustavus Adolf.
   Stalin is trying to get the Allies more activity on the other fronts. But the US is occupied by Japan, and Britain refers to the fact that it has too little power to conduct a large-scale offensive. Especially since Gustav Adolf, became a real superman-kite, and with him are afraid to meet English aces.
   By mid-September, the color-elf brought his track record, to five thousand shot down planes. For which he was awarded a new specially
  established for him by the award: the star of the knightly cross, with platinum leaves, swords and diamonds.
   Strongly advanced contagion, and the Germans, having united with the Turks, waged a joint war against the Red Army, finishing off the scattered debris in the Caucasus.
   Stalin again tried the offensive in the center. A kind of tactic attacks on the same place. But again, where the hottest thing is, the color-elf is fighting there. And the main scum wins. And nothing his fighting magic can not overcome. Stalin even addressed Wolf Messing. How to cope with such an affliction.
   The psychic and the telepath grumbled a little, groaned and replied:
   - I do not know!
   Stalin was enraged:
   "And for your ignorance, I pay money!"
   Messing bravely, especially when dealing with such a dictator, one must indeed have the courage, replied:
   "You pay me for knowledge!" And if they paid for ignorance, then the whole of the Soviet treasury would be enough to pay off!
   Stalin began to look for other sorcerers and even send expeditions to search for artifacts. Maybe there is something that will calm this trait. And so look, that we will lose the war.
   In the middle of October, Yerevan fell, and in the Caucasus almost all major cities were captured by the fascists. And this, of course, complicated the situation for Britain in the Middle East many times. The Germans really began to occupy Saudi Arabia, and all other territories. One of the German targets was Iran.
   And now the superman has reoriented since November, to the British. I was occupied with their total extermination. Well, what will you take with the snoot? Although cute snout at the elf.
   America still did not send troops to the western theater of operations. Especially, with Japan there were problems. It can be seen that the successes of the Germans affected the quality of the strategic decisions of the Admiral of the Land of the Rising Sun. As a result, numerous Japanese battleships operated more efficiently. And as a result, success was achieved at a much higher level, albeit still tactical. Americans are bogged down in battles with the samurai and suffered too much loss. And it still in a greater degree repulsed the hunt to go to the western theater of military operations.
   But in December the Germans finally subjugated Saudi Arabia and gained control over the oil zones. And now the Wehrmacht got an unlimited source of fuel.
  So it ended in 1944. At the end of December, Soviet troops tried to advance under Voronezh. And even achieved certain tactical successes, especially against the Italian troops.
   The magical medallion declared with satisfaction:
   - Charge is over! You can move!
   The quartet of the three elf and the handsome young man, Donald Trump, joined hands and rushed into the raging shaft of the space ether.
   They rushed through the space and streams of stars. To suddenly be in the sector ...
   The place where they landed looked dirty and not well-groomed. The mass of scattered rubbish on the streets, empty cans, half-eaten cans, cigarette butts. The place was so unappealing.
   Maff intercepted Trump's surprised look and said:
   "Well, what shall we do now?" Moved, and then?
   Donald was confused and answered:
   "I thought you knew better." You have such an experience ...
   Maffa answered confidently:
   "We are armed and will not be lost." But for now we should visit some local party.
   Capuchinka whispered in fright:
   "Look at the orcs."
   Indeed, there appeared several clearly cadre types with disgusting faces. They, howling songs, moved towards the quartet. The singing of the orcs can be compared to the roar of bears. The orcs disintegrated into metal cuirasses and from them they carried fumes from a distance.
   Maffa remarked:
   "They see us."
   Capuchin confirmed:
   - Do not give up and do not give up!
   The girl shook her light sword. The younger elf removed Mugoblaster from the fuse. Donald asked cautiously:
   "Can not you do without a fight?"
   Maff emphatically said:
   - Orcs and elves do not get along together! Especially if the orcs are drunk, like pigs!
   Indeed seeing the elves, the orcs from afar were wild, having little to do with human glosses, and rushed to the girls. Maffa was very happy to try out her newest sword. Indeed, what is this gift of the gods. In the hands of the orcs lit monoatomic swords. Usually in such disassemblies, they prefer cold steel. To cut such a sword even with an elven light is not easy. But Maffe, after all, has a large weapon, a dwarf
  values. Truly this is the royal means of extermination. Donald also bared his weapon: the sword - one hundred heads from the shoulders. Trump's blade blinked.
   Maffe nodded to her companion.
   "Be careful, this sword will kill us."
   The girl took a step towards the orcs. She moved very gracefully. The huge orcs outwardly seemed awkward. But they moved quickly ... At that moment, the sword in Maffa's hands extended, and once - it cut through the burglar ahead. Trump blurted out with pleasure.
   - That's what I understand the class!
   Maffa attacked, drunk orcs and did not stop to stop. They fell under the blows of the blade, and fell into pieces chopped. The sword in the hands of Maffa elongated and flashed brightly. He cut the monoatomic blades of the orcs, and their muscular bodies with armor. And the smell of roast was heard, and the smoke went about the bodies that had fallen off from the dissections.
   The last orc tried to snatch a blaster, but did not have time to shoot, and his blade was a sword. Maffi acted swiftly and professionally, and the blade extended by twenty meters. But then he cringed again and disappeared into the hilt. The eldest elf complacently said:
   - There was a fervor, but all went out!
   And Trump inspired to read:
   - If the rear is useless, the ardor will not help! But even if there is no ardor, the rear will go to enemies at lunch!
   Maffy was pleased to confirm:
   "Well ... you have a poetic talent!"
   Trump pouted and remarked:
   - Not only and not so much poetic ... I was the president of the United States, and they managed to become only forty-four people in two hundred and forty years. And for this amazing political talent is needed.
   Maffa grinned, noticing:
   "And we do not have presidents, but the gods rule!"
   And the girl looked back. A couple of drunks or under the dope groups, some kind of fugitives flashed on each side, but then turned around. It was a gangster world in which disassembly was constantly taking place. And the police were afraid to stick.
   The girls moved on, and Donald padded after them. The former oligarch was interested:
   -How is it possible that the sword lengthens and cuts everything?
   Maffa replied with a smile:
   - There is a translation using the magic of some physical constants into others and gives a similar effect. It is possible to cut almost everything and extend the blade by half a hundred meters. Such is the hero's sword.
   Donald insistently asked:
  - And the sword - one hundred heads from the shoulders, how does it work?
   Maffa answered cautiously:
   - And he, that, just kills himself. Also able to grow a meter by three, and dissect the metal. But we do not control you, it cuts off enemies and friends with great speed.
   Trump remarked:
   "To hell with such weapons!"
   Maffa logically noted:
   "But you can tell him: a sword - elves need to be protected." And he will cut the rest without touching the elves. And when you break a sufficient number, then you say: the sword - you have to stop the wheelhouse. Then the battle ceases. So this weapon operates, which you can not easily stop.
   Trump with a grin suggested:
   - So can we cut the whole planet out?
   Maffa shook her head.
   - The sword is chopped no more than seven times and seven hours in a row. And then his energy runs out. The magic of destruction ends.
   Trump sighed heavily and asked:
   - And how to avoid this?
   Maffa looked at the billionaire and answered:
   - You can recharge the sword from a sorcerer of the highest level. For example, our gods and gods of orcs can do this, as well as some of the most advanced gnomes. But forever the artifact will not work.
   Trump became thoughtful and tossed the jar over the can. They were walking slowly, on their own. Everything looked like a cloak. Huge billboards were smashed, and the streets were literally covered with glass and all sorts of temples. It is evident that the janitor was afraid to stick his nose here. Piled up like horse and other feces. Unpleasant place. Here are three worms with six legs, and big heads, crowned with porky heels, pricked themselves in the veins of nonsense.
   A man-like dragonfly was mating, with a faun. Shoulder with tail that took off. So many every marginal people around. For example, a centaur with a spear jumped. He was brandishing them, some gorilla with a long, crooked fang, tried to attack him. And from the point of the laser flew out, stitched the creature, forcing her to die after a short agony.
   Trump thought that probably some regions of America looked exactly the same, and in the quarters for colored such slums can be found.
   But there were surprisingly many skyscrapers. They looked grim, or on the contrary menacing, but looked like New York in Soviet caricatures.
   This is when people spent the night in boxes. At the same time, flying machines of various mostly intimidating models raced through the air.
  Maffa saw a sparkling sign and suggested:
   "We'll go to the tavern, maybe we'll find out something there!"
   Trump with a similar idea agreed. Especially wanted, again there. Of course, the tablecloth-samoranka is always at his service, but the delicious dishes are somewhat boring. Also it wanted to try criminal kitchen in this cloaca.
   The four of them were met with a rumbling and buzzing. There were many different kinds of rabble from many worlds. There were either shaggy, and horned, and with blades, and also slippery and prickly.
   A motley company gathered in a huge tavern. One of the monks even shone, like a Christmas tree. In the tavern itself, and even more accurately even in the bar, the searchlights burned, and music played. What a girl with a horn instead of a nose, and trunks in place of the ears played a song. Several striped cobras danced with her.
   The barman, seeing a very luxuriously dressed audience, politely turned:
   - Gentlemen. I am glad to welcome you in my modest institution. Recommend you snake sausages. They are famous in this sector ...
   Maffa nodded and added:
   - Snake sausages in sauce, and select rum with ice!
   The barman, a massive boar in three horns approvingly grunted. Servants appeared. Among them, Donald paid attention to the boy, about twelve or thirteen. Despite the coolness, the tanned boy was only in one shorts. Most importantly, the boy is very much like a person.
   Donald asked about this from Maffa. The girl answered:
   "This is apparently a prisoner from the Dibro Empire." Gangsters often steal children. Especially the empire is purely formally united. In fact, internecine wars have long been going on, and there is slavery.
   Donald remarked:
   - We should buy the boy.
   Maffa nodded with a smile.
   - What are you talking about. We have enough money. But why do we need a child? It's just a burden. We all have martial arts, and the boy is probably not able to write and read.
   The boy really looked thin, with a lot of scars especially on his back and gray hair from dust. The soles of the feet are completely black. True smile is sweet, and teeth are still whole and healthy. Donald was sorry for the boy, who certainly suffers severe beatings, and looks like a mule. He probably did not have a childhood.
   But on the other hand Trump was a billionaire, and hence a shark of capitalism, and a cold cynic. Indeed, the child was embarrassed in the campaign. Besides, he is not the first, not the last. Grow up, maybe somewhere find a better place. And then one orphan (unless of course this
  an orphan, and there can at the kid parents of a bump!) shelter, the second, and then to you on a neck of the pack will sit down.
   Trump himself said:
   - Empty ... The king can not think of everyone! The king must think about the important!
   The last philosophical thought pleased Trump. And he slowly began to chew the snake sausage. The taste was unusual, the meat itself is resilient, but very juicy and pleasant. It is even difficult to say what it looks like. But, in any case, there is this one wants, in sauce, it seems even tastier.
   Rum is very similar to the earthly, Cuban, only a little softer. Now to this and Havana cigar with a mouthpiece. Although he does not smoke, Donald, but in this institution is the most it. For example, in the United States, too, not all is well with social security. But he put forward a slogan: the economy, first of all. And reduced taxes on entrepreneurs. But the cost of defense increased. And first of all in the field of high technologies. And the Russians on the contrary encouraged, invading, them in various wars. And I managed to achieve something for my country.
   Donald was able to improve the image of America by handing over the heavy burden of the world police Russia. This is now showing a serious complacency. This is when you step back and improve your position.
   Donald, when the boy brought another portion of sausages, broke off a piece from them and handed them to the kid. He bit off carefully. Outwardly the boy, despite his thinness, did not seem exhausted, was wiry, something reminding Mowgli.
   Suddenly, the type with a face reminiscent of a cactus was behind the back of the boy slapping his palm-flap. The boy flew a bit and fell to Trump's knees.
   Donald angrily threw up the Magoblaster, but the little man was quicker and managed to release from the fins, a thin arrow. She was paralyzed by Trump. In the same second, the sharp sword of Maffe tore off his head. This became a signal for the rest. Disassembly began. Hundreds of drunken militants began to shoot each other, came katavasia.
   The boy drew an arrow to Donald and began to suck, spitting blood spasmodically. Donald could see that the boy was pretty good. Here, for example, in Trump, tried to shoot, and the boy picked up a piece of a plate with his bare toes and ran a ferret into the face of a wart covered with warts. As a result, he yelled at one eye, and fired from the Magoblaster in his own way.
   The boy in the Elven language whispered:
   - I'll help you!
   Donald said skeptically:
   - How?
   The boy sucked his blood a little more and replied:
   - Here you can get out of the disassembly, through the entrance under the table.
   Donald was curious, but he noted at the same time:
   - In my opinion, my friends are doing so well.
   The boy nodded ... Maffa actually shot a gun from the Magoplasma, and then took her gnome sword in her hands. And let's cut down enemies again, like a weed. The other two girls fired from the emitters. They quickly typed bills, and moved. Donald turned on his invisibility cloak. So it became a little safer, but the boy just lost his eyes, then blurted out:
   -Great magician!
   Donald shouted to the kid:
   "Do not worry, I'll save you!"
   It remains only to decide which weapon to use. Spending a sword - one hundred heads from the shoulders are a pity. But you have a Magoblaster. And with his help you can easily destroy enemies.
   Donald opened fire on the motley creatures who aggressively exterminated each other. It looked in a sparkling hall so fantastically that Trump did not perceive as a real fight. It seemed to him like a computer game, which should be passed. Only in something more extensive and rich than a monitor. And he destroys monsters, using beam weapons. And this is generally the coolest shooter.
   Trump, of course, could not afford to spend time shooting, but in this case it's not a game, you can get into it at any time.
   Elfiks by the way are very dexterous, and reflect hit by blows of a light sword. Well, just like a famous American film. And to resist Maffe is almost impossible. She cuts them all like a lawn mower.
   More precisely cut with this superweapon. And makes me writhe in torment.
   Trump, shooting and remaining invisible, thought about his economic model. In America they began to intensively develop knowledge-intensive and capital-intensive production. And not only to reduce taxes. And the social programs were under pressure.
   Trump spoke with the slogan: a strong country supports the strong, let the slacker and the weakling starve. And it gave a record back to the record pace of economic growth. Although the poor had worse. Then he was a capitalist and showed his wolfish grasp. But for a second term he was elected relatively easily. Still, the elite, this elite, and to defeat his young black guy and could not. And the richest people in the country were behind Trump.
   And they were not mistaken. America strengthened its leadership, ahead of China, and at the same time became closer with Russia. At the same time, it was possible to stabilize the situation in Ukraine.
  Trump managed to save the interests of America in different regions of the world, not using force, or only by conducting covert operations or by fighting with others' hands. And where it is necessary and applying political murders. He is not Obama, he does not slap himself openly with blood, but he will not tolerate insolence, for example, from the president of the Philippines. So Trump did a lot ...
   And now the disassembly is gradually subsiding. And the sword of Maffa is effective. And the bandits thoroughly crushed each other.
   The slave boy very deftly dodges from the shots and hurls plates and forks with knives in them.
   Even Capuchinka approvingly approached:
   - The fighter is growing!
   Trapm beckoned to the boy and suggested: let me put you under the invisibility cloak ... The boy whispered in reply:
   - And pay for my master?
   Donald showed the language:
   - Fig it! He beat you, and still gets a fine for ill-treatment of children.
   The boy did not argue and slipped under his cloak. Donald pressed the boy to him and carried it. Strange as it may seem, the young slave was not so easy, he was also dirty and slid. It was not so convenient to carry it.
   Of course, Trump thought that his boy would be embarrassed, but ... To leave in the slavery the boy who saved his life is the height of black ingratitude. And fulfilling an important mission, Donald did not want to burden himself with karma.
   In particular, on the eve of the first election of the US president, a skeptical billionaire prayed for a long time in the church. And it helped him. Although Trump was not very religious.
   There can be many different ideas. But Trump knew how to finish it. A boy, in any case, Spartan and comfort does not require. Yes, and he has the makings of a great fighter.
   When they got out of the tavern, Maffa half-jokingly recalled:
   - And we did not pay!
   Donald honestly admitted:
   - This is not the first time when I do not pay the bills!
   He pointed at the little boy. Maffa nodded approvingly.
   - Yes, I agree the boy deserves to be taken away. Moreover, he judging by the eyes and the shape of his forehead is also very smart.
   The boy suddenly said:
   - I hope so, the more I guess why you are here!
   Maffa narrowed her brows severely and looked at the boy, asking:
   "And why are we here?"
   The young slave replied:
   - You are looking for an unbreakable joker.
   Maffa lit up her face with a smile and noticed:
   - But this is not hard to guess. Adventurers from all over the galaxy or even a cluster of galaxies are gathered here, in order to master the joker.
   The boy answered in a whisper:
   - But I managed to find out something, listening to conversations of various types on the account of a joker.
   Maffa built her eyes and asked in a honeyed tone, and what exactly?
   The boy asked:
   "I can sing first."
   . CHAPTER? 15
   Finding a place in a more or less safe entrance, a half-empty house the group sat down. And the boy got a chance to eat from the tablecloth-self-scrubbing.
   At first the boy did not talk much, he told me a lot about himself. He wanted to speak out. And Maffa tactfully did not interfere. As it turned out, the boy was born in the wild, was kidnapped by pirates and first worked in the quarry.
   The boy obviously wanted to speak out.
   "My father was the governor of the planet, and I lived in luxury." Had it possible to say everything and was enjoying life like none of the boys on my planet. But in our empire Diderot is not calm. Every now and then, various riots blaze. Us boys were taught that as if in remote colonies they are arranged by various kinds of mental sick people. But it was clear that this is not so. More precisely, the world is much more complicated than we think.
   Maffa interrupted the boy, noticing:
   - If we take as a basis that the service of Luciferstan and the race of elves is a blessing and a supreme goal, then it becomes easier for us. Especially, we elves are happier people.
   The boy philosophizing remarked:
   - Happiness in many ways depends on needs. The fewer people have, the more it seems to him that he is happy. For example, in the quarries, especially in the very first days and weeks, it was so hard that when I got to the bar, I felt almost happy. In any case, it was much easier.
   Maffa nodded sympathetically.
   - Nuda ... I also went into captivity and worked in the quarries of the orcs, then when I got to another planet, also in the quarry, but a little easier, I felt happy. There was a boy who looked a little like you, only older. And when the insurrection began, and I gained freedom, it seemed that it was impossible to achieve greater happiness.
   Then the gift of speech acquired a magical hypervorm. He sounded loud:
  "Tell the beauty how you gained freedom." After all, it must have been amusing. And about his adventures with the boy, too.
   Maffa slightly doubted:
   "Does this make sense?"
   The magical hypervor reported:
   - Of course ... All interesting stories develop and enhance my portable spells. And you might have to go somewhere far with the boy.
   The boy confirmed with a nod of his head:
   - Maybe. But I'll tell you later. So I heard about the movements a lot.
   Muffa looked around. There was peace all around. Even it became brighter, so in the sky a dull green luminary appeared. There was no surprise that in the bar eight hundred living individuals gave souls to heaven. So coarse this world. The world in which for some reason the legend spoke, and there were rumors that an uncharted joker was hidden. It itself is the size of an ordinary playing card, and it does not take search spells. So try to find, even if it really is in this world. Or not in this.
   In any case, Maff still did not know where to go, where to look for tracks and decided to tell her own adventures. More precisely, even show them, using a tablet with a hologram. She had a film made.
   It seems with the participation of Donald Trump, a movie player, which takes the computer itself when entering data. The real story of the Marquis of Maffa, in which the former billionaire was imbued. So that he could transfer his image. And Donald looks just like a saved boy-slave. It turned out all in the image of the computer is extremely vital.
   And Donald raced along the black hole of one-dimensional space .... There were only swirls and distortions ... Then he was thrown into a new light.
   Something like the Earth and at the same time not the planet Earth at all - but another world vassal to the orcs. There where the slaves and then still quite young captive Maffa rose up.
   Donald Trump, exhausted and abandoned continued to stagger under the scorching sun - there is the height of summer, my head was buzzing with hundreds of bells, and the houses and wide streets were flooded with purple-blue mist. A little bit and you crash, disconnecting from reality - a triple "bomb and sunny" blow is serious. A light touch, someone's tender hands wiped his face, and the turbidity dissipated, the spark went out. Vision resembles good angel, the kind of girl Meffa protecting that he decided to move to another world, he wiped the blood and sweat-drenched face with a sponge soaked in cold water.
   - Get yourself a billionaire boy, how you got sloppy, taking a blood bath, refresh yourself.
   Donald Trump suddenly felt the imposition of the previous matrix and events of the given world. It is now, as it were, the Middle Ages, and here the slaves and peasants rebelled against the oppression of the orcs. So, you should act as aggressively and aggressively as possible.
   Indeed, it became easier to wipe, but fatigue and deaf pain in muscles still pressed a stiff boa constrictor. Donald with anxiety, which seeped through the scum of fatigue, remarked:
   -The situation is getting out of hand. The Imperial troops are just about to break in, and who will live will envy the dead.
   A slave girl with fiery, very bright red hair, in a low voice suggested:
   -You need to eat and rest in the shade.
   Grabbing her hand, she dragged Donald into a shadow. Her movements were fast, and the water with bread and a large piece of meat was more than welcome. He ate a sweating man like a real tiger, devouring a bull's leg. The girl in front of him was not exactly ordinary. On the one hand muscular and wiry from the constant hard work on hands and feet crept veins and swollen veins on the strong media erupted plitochki relief. On the other hand, she was very harmonious, resembling a fitness champion with an ideal figure and even with some elusive aristocracy. Emerald eyes burned with tranquility.
   -I see your look, you know how to feel people! Cried the mutinous slave.
   Donald Trump felt how the forces were returning to him, asked the rebellious slave:
   -You were a noble lady?
   The girl threw away the lush fire-like like a flame, although her dirty hair, slightly covering her shoulder with the brand of an eternal slave.
   "I, too, are the great-granddaughter of Alexander Luciferian, the Marquis of Marfa Meff de Luchezarnova.
   -And a slave? Donald Trump said with some surprise. How to knit a loud title with whipped, tanned legs girls covered with knobs knees from climbing the narrow shafts of mines.
   In addition, she was surprised that she called herself a pilot ... Also from space or from this accursed twenty-second star war with the orcs? And what did he do to Donald?
   Killed or simply moved to another world. By the way, for the reincarnation in the universe parallel level or in the past, too, it is enough to die.
   Death is an unpleasant thing, but rather by process, than by consequences!
   The rebel-pilot with a sigh said:
  -This is a long story, there were two reasons why four years ago, I, or rather my former bearer of this flesh, was deprived of the title, having given to eternal slavery. Most importantly, I was captured by the orcs. Who are trying to get the artifact of absolute power.
   Donald whistled - another girl heroine, who was in captivity! Wow. Do not have time to die on the fronts of the twenty-second star war and again you have a cool adventure. Mom hold on - dad hold on, if the son-god has a spare life!
   Boy-billionaire cool Donald, however, with some doubt noted:
   - You are amazingly beautiful, they could offer you a royal seraglio.
   Marquis, the airman of Maffa nodded in agreement:
   - You see me as an intelligent boy and apparently also probably escaped from captivity. I was promised a lot of rotten orcs. But, I refused and, depriving me of the title, were sent to crush the stone, under the blows of ruthless executioners. The first weeks it seemed that all the muscles were reduced to hell pain, any movement was an unbearable maya, then I got used to and survived, physically and spiritually becoming stronger.
   On the muscular olive-bronze back of the pilgrim-countess of the marquise there are barely perceptible marks from the lashes and sticks. Beat cruelly, but on a young body all well heals. The billionaire boy, listening, continued to tear his teeth with a bull's leg, and how can he eat so many times at a time? A familiar young man, among the people elder brother Alekar Medunitsky (who so heroically destroys the most powerful self-propelled wrecked orc "Great Tomahawk"), already a real soldier Grigoryan ran to them. Hard-seasoned slave-teenager exclaimed:
   -All come to the confusion, what happened to the son of cosmic Stalin? - Grigoryan Medunitsky already had time to become a corporal and apparently also burnt from the morgapalm bombs that the orc and trolleys were pouring down, deafeningly shouted. - Many fighters are drunk and embroidered.
   Damned alcohol! To him to move who is drunk on the skull.
   From the muscular boy-corporal to the appearance of years 14-15 also carried a wine fume, but this time it is clear that the drink has benefited, enlightening thoughts. Strong Donald Trump already recovered, after the move and his soul regained control of the strong body of the minor rebel leader. The pioneer boy turned out theatrically, swinging his swords. Then I asked what I already knew, but it did not stop me to check the guess:
   "What is your name, slave?"
   The young man quickly answered:
   -Grigorian Elder from Boys former corporal of the Space Red Army. - The boy-Komsomol stood on one knee! - Great I am the son of a simple peasant, although before God all are equal.
   Donald Trump strictly ordered:
   "Now, Grigoryan, find Ivanar Buratinov and let the revolutionary troops immediately put in order, otherwise my anger will be terrible." The boy's voice became shrill, like the roar of a siren. - And no more pyanok under pain of death. I'll be there soon, and I'll figure out who's right, who's not right, to rob too taboo. Total hyper-annihilation, annihilation thermocouple, thermopreon synchrophasotron - all of you waiting!
   Grigoryan's boy, who did not know the types of weapons steeper than he saw in the Middle Ages (long in slavery!) His jaw dropped. Rigid Trump was deadly wanted to sleep, after the battle and the lion's portion of meat, breaks his stomach, and capitally sovest.
   The Marquis the slave herself realized that the boy needed a dream.
   - Hide in the room, you need to recover, in half an hour we'll be back. And we also need to get God's weapons.
   Donald being steep asked surprised, mentally imagining a steep hyperbladder:
   -What?!
   The warrior, impatiently playing with her biceps, explained:
   -Mechi of Alexander the Luciferian! They are here in the highest tower.
   Donald Trump in such a tone, as if he really, the son of God or the heir to the throne exclaimed:
   -Markiza de Luchezarnova, I restore your title, run faster!
   The barefooted Marquess pilot and the corporal, slightly scratched in the battle, went swiftly along the cobblestone pavement. Tank "Royal Leopard" rushed after them, forcing the maximum to increase the pace. With the dexterity of the monkeys, the rebels jumped up the stairs and climbed onto the roof. A mad mechanical animal jumped after them, but missed, crashing into the wall. When the caterpillar beast "Bars" jumped for the second time, the soldier boy and the pilot girl were already out of reach. Yes, that's exactly what Buratinov should have been looking for. Already on the second roof, and in this city the roofs, as a rule, were connected by bridges, it was possible to find the huge young man-slave of the former prisoner in the rank of major.
   Grigoryan literally conveyed the words of the son of the cosmic god, apparently unfamiliar words made an impression. Ivanar Buratinov nodded his shaggy head in response, his face, covered with a small stubble, seemed terrible and prompted slaves to obey. Their orders were hastily transferred to other roofs and structures.
  And Major Buratinov gave the order to shoot from bows on the brutalized animal. Meanwhile, without losing pace, the girl and the boy were carried in the tower "Nest of the Dragon" to the only point in the city dominating the more than two hundred meter arch-duke's palace of the orc. Near the tower, forged with purple iron roofs, were very hot on three mercilessly attending luminaries. It seemed that you are dancing barefoot in a hot skillet, where you have to jump desperately, suffering terrible pain. Having reached the spiral staircase, the Marquis pilot Maff Luchezarnova and Grigoryan, the corporal-prisoner of war did not slow down, climbed up. Depressing fatigue piled on them, even though heavy slavery and hardened the body. At an altitude of two hundred and fifty meters the female pilot-girl stabbed a steel spike and stopped, a slightly behind companion caught her. Grigoryan grabbed his hands with a coarse yet elegant and even foot, and gently ran his fingers along the calloused blackened feet and the curve of a round girl's heel.
   -The poor barefoot winged marquise, how your unhappy feet were tortured, fried in the red-hot metal. - The boy tickled hard as the peel of the nut of the girl's sole and mockingly added. "And, probably, it's humiliating to ride barefoot, like a begging slave to a person of the imperial kind."
   With difficulty, restraining himself, from a sharp thrust, the boy-corporal could fly off the slippery crossbeams, the girl-pilot softly said.
   - Do not be fool Grishka a little bump, we both fall off your stupid jokes.
   The young man-corporal said in a languid tone:
   -I just want to provide medical help.
   The teen's calloused hands went through the swollen veins tanned to the chocolate of the maiden shin, gently stroked down, but flat fingers with broken nodules on the cobblestones of the quarries. How good her legs are without manicure. Slightly moisturized skin gives off an appetizing aroma, a healthy maiden body. Granddaughter of the great emperor Alexander Luciferovsky gently but firmly released the bronze naked leg, and even managed to snap the playful slave's finger on the nose.
   The further way was exhaustingly heavy, but it passed without excesses. The grating window was invitingly open, at the end, exhausted - Luchezarnov's steep ace and the young partner, without looking, fell into the beckoning coolness. Rough hands immediately grabbed a female pilot, and a sharp spear, ringing in the chest, pinned the boy to the marble slab.
   -Doll pigeons! A husky voice was heard. - Here it is, a hefty savory bull calves bored.
   Two guards from the orc family were attacked by the Marquis, the flier pilot, tearing the ribbon that covered her breasts. The bright scarlet nipples glistened with seductive strawberries on large light-chocolate balls. Having lost the mind of lust, the orc men roared, trying to master the seductive flesh. This killed them, snatching a dagger from behind their belts, the Marquise pilot flung the excited male perfection off with one blow, and slashed her throat with another. Inhaling, the maniacs flew off, screaming with the stabbed pigs. Protected by the corporal Gregorian, the guard-ork unrolled, there was a spear, like a man and a star Komsomol member, turned in a rage, gave his legs, cutting ligaments.
   The guard-orc fell, and the blow of the dagger on the back of the head, quickly sent his soul to his ancestors.
   Two more Orcish warriors jumped out, knocking the door, an elusive dagger's throw, and a carved handle protruded from his eyes.
   -This is my give, I'll do it myself!
   Picking up the sword of the guard, the young man-corporal rages against the enemy with a mad lion. The opponent is older, bigger, heavier, hairy and trained in fencing. Grigoryan is still a boy, fatigue and heat pour down the sweat, mixed with blood, the spear left a rather deep wound on the brown chest. True, the guard-orc, was in heavy armor strongly constraining movement, and the teenager Grigoryan Medunitsin naked in one loincloth. The boy-corporal in combat is as fast as a leopard, he leaves with a cobra from blows. And then, on an intuitive level, making a combination, slipping the blade along the enemy's blade, the Komsomol boy, as if hitting the open mouth of an embittered guard.
   -Bravo! Dumped an experienced officer. Now break that statue! "
   Grigoryan's eyes widened.
   -This is the god Svarog!
   Letchitsa Maffa Luchezarnova, which, it turned out, was destined to incarnate in the body of the rebellious slave yelled:
   -This is a piece of gypsum. Where the weapons of God should be, if not in God himself! The great Alexander Luciferostanov spoke.
   And the rebellious slave sang a deep, resonant voice:
   In the nest is sky high,
   Under the plaster is hidden, terrible force!
   Release her at the hour of fate,
   What would the enemies of all crushed!
  
   We are the elves of the world of the sister of light,
   Crush all the elves promised ...
   A dream of the transcendental is sung,
  The saints of communism gave!
  
   Our homeland is dearer to all,
   The hammer beats the proletarian in glory ...
   The attendant is nuts,
   And we'll sing a hundred thousand arias!
  
   God gave us all wings above,
   Order go horde storming!
   To make a fairy tale come true,
   To give Rod a kiss!
  
   Beautiful in color, birch days,
   The meadow sparkles emerald ...
   And the girl drops her tears,
   On the scaffold of the enemy cast iron!
  
   Ax with the king's hand is sharpened -
   Flies head under the wave of the kata,
   Is the virgin a vicious man?
   A brutal repayment has come!
  
   But Komsomol members - we are immortal,
   For our cause - millions!
   One smart coach,
   Another without pity laws!
  
   There will come a time - anger will disappear,
   Everyone will believe in faith!
   Will remain without a decay name,
   There will be no more pain, death!
   The blow with the sword and the plaster goddess scatter, under the fragments strangely strange, unusual in form and form swords. The surface of them is like frozen solid geometric lightning, the point shines and luminesces.
   -That's swords! Exclaimed the rebellious boy, who had been taught by the Party and the star Komsomol to fight for a just cause. "We are invincible with such luxurious clusters!"
   On weight the sword seems very light, the handle is abundantly framed by large, sparkling jewels.
   -This is the weapon of my great-grandfather. According to the legend, when the children of God come, the people who gave them weapons will attain immortality. - The warrior-pilot handed out a calloused palm. "One sword of mine."
   A heavy tramp of many forged boots is heard. Of course, a tower larger than Ostankino is guarded by a decent guard. But since they attack from a spiral staircase can not turn around, this gives no small head start to the defenders. The young man Grigoryan roars loudly and waving his legendary weapon:
   -Get bastards!
   The blade of the sword, like a thin plywood, cuts the metal of the armor. Blades of mustachioed and shaggy opponents-orcs, break like matches, under an ax. The chopped pieces of bloody stuffing fly down, the ladder becomes slippery with blood. Warriors climb through, but the boy-corporal and the pilot-girl, like the angels of death, mow down their ranks. And the enemies do not have the opportunity to bypass, deploy the system to use the numerical superiority. However, the young pilot-marquis understands that there are still archers, they can try to get them out even with poisoned arrows.
   - Let's go! - Shouts the girl-ace. - The door bounded with alloy steel, they will not crack it right away!
   Several fighters with bows had already run out, trying to fire from the balconies. Arrows fly almost next door, one even grazes the big boy Grigoryan.
   Come to retire, slamming the door and pushing the bolt. The warrior-pilot urges the young man-corporal:
   -And now, on the stairs, they pepper us with arrows like mother Lada porcupines needles.
   From the sweat of the pilot Countess Maff shines, as if lubricated with oil, her golden-brown skin, high satin chest, sculptured hips, stately legs terribly seductive. Although corporal Grigoryan Medunitsova and shaking with heat, fatigue, inhuman tension, the kind of naked nature monstrously excites a teenage Komsomol member. Streams of blood hit the head, ready to tear all joints, veins, and burst from tension. Eyes light up with passion, gaining the shine of a wounded furious leopard. The girl-pilot sincerely feels sorry for the handsome boy-corporal, a sophisticated warrior, but almost still a child, but she can not do this right on the corpses to do love with the first fellow partner in arms.
   A terrible memory came back, a year after the hardest work in the quarries, the terrible Archduke von Barbakarossa ordered her to be taken to the palace. He thought that she had already broken down, in fact the former Marquise, the elf who had been inhabited by the soul of the terminator pilot, hardened. Yes, if he wanted to curb her, then it was necessary to call for the first time weeks, when he went crazy with pain and fatigue.
   Indeed, from the hardest work literally reduced muscles. The pain was everywhere. There was no blood or veins untouched by pain. Suffered and ached every bone, and every cell of the body. But when the pain gripped the whole being, and saturation occurred ... She was dulled, and tired feeling of sleep deprivation again brought back the sensation of colors and joy of life.
   Now she refused even harder than the first time. And the slap in the face of the duke was noticeably heavy, the calloused palm was imprinted on a fat face. And then the scoundrel splashed brown saliva, ordered.
   -You rejected my love, so now enjoy the love with the notorious scoundrels of Gerfori and Kostolomiya!
   Then a nightmare of six orc scum in a few hours raped her young, even not a virgin in various perverted ways. She came to herself only in a slave barrack, it's still good that she did not suffer any serious injuries.
   She is a strong girl, she even took it, even when she saw the faces of the rapists she shouted again:
   "It's only good that you are weak!" Completely worthless men!
   In the barrack it was also possible to be subjected to sexual harassment, but she was not touched, knowing how jealous the succulent satyr of Archduke von Barbafarossa was. However, this does not mean that she became cold, rather the opposite, now she was not afraid of anything. But in this case everything, however, needs even a little more time to get acquainted. Although the question is, whose personality is more primary in her - the young marquise or the mature elf of the pilot Luchezarova? Breaking the curtain, she hastily covered herself, so as not to give the kid extra temptation. A powerful door literally shuddered with furious blows, hundreds of soldiers attacked the guys. Suddenly Grigoryan Medunitsin splintered his pale lips.
   -I thought, let's jump down, using curtains like a sail. Then maybe we will not break.
   Marquise-slave and pilot who got into an unknown world, can quasi-earth, approved:
   "Right brave boy, I remembered on the roof of one of the nearby houses, there is a transparent pool framed by a beautiful garden. We have to accurately dive using the sail.
   The soldiers fled and jumped, pushing their legs away from the carved marble window-sill.
   Light, almost transparent curtains, perfectly performed the role of the parachute, it was not necessary to choose the door, the crowd of soldiers with swords and crossbows burst into the room. The fall turned out to be more rapid and uncontrollable, nevertheless, the young Marquis pilot managed to turn around and get into the pool, but Grigoryan Medunitsinu was unlucky. He crashed into the ground covering, injuring himself on the roots and branches of trees, spraining his legs. The marchioness-pilot flirted with a calloused hand over the drooping head of the injured boy-corporal.
   -I will bring swords myself, but you lie still, you will not be abandoned!
   The further way passed without incident, although through the wet sheets the beautiful naked body gleamed seductively. Apparently the dazzlingly sparkling swords were stronger than the voice of the flesh, stopping the few who came to her on the way.
   When she reached, the challenger for the role of God, Donald Trump, had just woken up, the strength and energy returned to him, even the brand of the eternal slave completely disappeared. The thirst to fight and kill was rattling with a new, unquenchable force.
   "It would be nice to have a couple of hundred such swords, we would turn the planet around." Cried the young space knight. - Where are the adversaries ?!
   The thunder of the thunder sounded in response, as if the enemy heard the cry of the "son" of the Great God-Demiurge Fralin. The most terrible animal of this planet Hyperthyranosaurus, a four hundred and fifty ton monster - rammed the central gate. Apparently the army received a report on the rebellion of slaves, and the first to arrive was the huge terrible flagship of the shock medieval army. Thirteen paws of a monster with seven rotating towers. On each tower, soldiers with primitive flamethrowers, crossbows, reliably covered with armor. On the sides of the hyper-mastodon, and long at forty-five meters sharp as a giant razor blade capable of mowing enemy troops, during a field battle, in the city they were lifted, that would be huge cutters, did not cling to stone buildings.
   Thick hairy legs soften the blows to the surface, give stability to the giant, the giant carcass moves with the speed of the steamer. Donald Trump, seated on a snow-white unicorn symbolizing the imperial power and crossed his shining swords over his head, bravely galloped off against the breathing rage of Hades, the monstrous enemy. From the towers, in the meantime, burning oil spewed out, fire fountains were singed at home, few capable of carrying weapons, the battle-keepers simply scattered. And then the starry boy on the marvelous beast, jumps out to meet the monster. Donald Trump, like his father hates the concept of fear! What kind of boy he is small and defenseless, a nightmarish monster towers over him a mountain of monstrous meat.
   It seems that Hyperthyranosaurus itself is surprised by the courage of the human cub, he lowers his head like a WHITE BODY. Three eyes, securely covered with transparent armor, stared at the almost naked cosmic billionaire boy, whom many consider to be the son of God Demiurge Fralin. The monster draws in air, absorbing the smell, then exhales with hydrogen and carbon monoxide. Metallic in several rows of teeth, rub and spark, igniting hydrogen and CO - carbon monoxide. The fire scorches the skin of the star-terminator-child and the delicate pearl wool of the royal unicorn. The horned horse jumps on its hind legs, and Donald Trump, wriggling violently in a wild frenzy, beats swords directly into the eyes of the fire-breathing dinosaur. The swords are razed like lightning, the transparent case is sewn, then the six-faced amber-green mirrors, the blades reach the brain, the space boy-ranger gets his bare legs into the snub-nosed, smoking nose of the monster.
   And there's a deafening explosion ...
   The movie was interrupted, and Donald was again in his "plate". In this case, noticing:
   "Why do you love me so much to turn into a boy?"
   Maffa answered honestly:
   "It may be because we are elves hate old age." You people before our liberation campaign did not have the notion of eternal youth. You people have become old and over the years become more and more nasty.
   Donald said touchily:
   - But I looked seventy-eight years very well. Does he look like an old man?
   Maffa looked at Donald and, with a smile, cooed:
   "But now you look much better." And more beautiful. The shine of your youth, it is radiant and attractive.
   Donald shrugged his muscular, symmetrical shoulders and remarked:
   "I feel better for my youth than for the old man." And, probably, I look beautiful. Although I must say, you elfiks are very accessible, you do not even need to take care of. And this, probably, would frighten many men on Earth.
   Maffa winked playfully, answering:
   "Not with me."
   . CHAPTER? 16.
   The boy-slave introduced himself:
   - My name is Eugene Safonerov. That's my name before I got into slavery. Space pirates threw me a not very developed planet, and I found myself in the role of an ordinary slave boy. And it's good that I was not sent to some brothel for minors.
   Although I was close to this.
   And the boy led the narrative from a third person.
   Eugene came to himself not immediately. Waking from his sleep, the boy felt himself in a coffin. It's dark around, you're lying on something wooden, and you can not move. Even with eyes, blinking painfully painful, the counters begin to tear. The salt liquid tickles the boy's full cheeks. It's so very skinny, but the limbs do not move. So lie to yourself, as if immured ...
   Here Safonerov shuddered with horror: "Or maybe they really immured him?". Some cruel Orsk or some other kind of trot. ritual.
   The boy wanted to yell desperately, but he could not even open his mouth. The truth was a faint roar that echoed the buzz of an airplane. The last bit calmed the boy a little. Perhaps he was just kidnapped and taken somewhere.
   What for? For what purpose could someone need a pioneer, even a governor's son? Evgeny did not understand this, but from the habit of thinking that most likely he would be required for a ransom, expecting that the planet, and this count the whole state, will not abandon his children.
   In his head, from the tense thoughts, he began to buzz, and exhausted Zhenya again disconnected.
   Dreams turned out to be torn and indistinct, that Safonerov did not remember anything. Unless a pale ghost with a scarlet scythe flashed before her eyes, she tried to tear the boy's head off.
   Came back after a decent time for the duration. This time, he was lying on the pillows' mountain and a very bright and motley gown. Evgeny was already able to rise, although he was still moving with difficulty. The head was buzzing after exposure to gas, and the boy felt stunned.
   Then it was like a dream about a Muslim paradise. There appeared beautiful, covered only with clusters of large gem stones, and took the child to the bathroom. There he was thoroughly washed, perfumed, and perfumed. After that, they dressed them in the thickly studded clothes of the Prince of Farabi.
   During these procedures, the boy walked away a little, and began to think something. Reality, however, quite delusional and not a hallucination from the drugs of the Farabi is an enchanting delusion? Or maybe he is a prince and an illegitimate? Everything can be on this planet. Like the twin brother of the French monarch at Moody's.
   Or maybe ... Some Prince of Arabia, or even a king, wanted to swap with him. Wow, this is generally a class. His Majesty Evgeny First ... And what country will he take to the throne? Amazing things sometimes happen in the sublunary world. Yesterday a simple Soviet pioneer, today a prince, and tomorrow a king! This is the rank - you are taller and steeper than the rest!
   The palace in which the Frussian boy turned out to be and in fact is akin to Sultan's. Even the Winter Palace and the Featherhof museums were not so luxurious. In every curl, mosaic, picture, statue, font the fountain felt an amazing luxury. However, the cover and decoration of this structure is too patchy, even the eyes tire of abundance, light and colors.
   And in the central hall he was already waiting for him. On the throne sat a long-bearded headgear with a bandage on the eye and a rather modest apparel, especially against the backdrop of the palace's luxury, and abundant for the bad taste of garlands of real jewelry and giving many iridescent halos of special varieties of glass of concubines. And the numerous servants were practical all races of the land and all without exception young and beautiful.
   Eugene, however, is still too small, and more admired the jewelry of the girls than baldell from the beauty of the flesh. At the entrance of the herald, the herald was declared first in a pharabic manner, and then in a Fanglian manner. And two met one and, also a name. And after a nod of one-eyed master for the third time:
   - His Majesty Sheikh Sheikhs Fusama Ben Jaden Caliph of the Faithful from Grantsia and Sitaia, etc., etc., etc.
   Evgeny was pushed, and he slapped his knees awkwardly. It's good that the magnificent carpet has softened the fall. Fusama Ben Jaden smiled falsely, but the only eye looked hard and even fierce. But the voice sounded soft, and the Fresian language, even too correct, is so much that one can immediately see - a foreigner:
   - You are bacha Eugene Safonerov, the pioneer of the country where they trade in bears?
   The boy nodded mechanically.
   - Yes sheikh.
   The assistant shouted threateningly:
   "Speak the Great Sheikh!"
   Ben Jaden casually nodded.
   - Shut up. I do not like superfluous ceremonies. The boy has the right to be polite. And will behave well. So in fact?
   Eugene shyly looked around and nodded.
   - I will behave like a pioneer!
   Bin Laden scowled fiercely:
   "As a pioneer?" But the pioneers are the younger brothers of the Fommunists, and the Fommunists can only be dead or insignificant slaves.
   And slightly softening the harsh tone, the great sheikh continued:
   - Here you are dressed like a prince, you can eat the best of the best in the whole world of food. And to be mine, best friend. But can you if you are a pioneer and love your country to share the fate of other furavi and pioneers. So you have a small choice! You will be my love and a singer, a servant and a concubine, then even the princes will envy the life that you have to lead, but no ... "Fusama Ben Jaden ran a hand to his throat. "Then you will be where the rest of the prisoners are." The choice is yours. Renounce the empire of Diderot!
   Whether Eugene is a cynical adult, maybe he would have thought three to give one or the other answer, but ... A little hero was raging in a boy brought up on patriotic films and books. He wanted to show himself how ... Like a Boy-Temminator, or Sergei Rulenev from an eternally young guard. And without hesitation, he blurted out:
   - I will never betray my Great Motherland and the case of Freilin. I do not need your luxurious dishes and vile stones.
   Ben Jaden laughed thin, rocking the vampire's most natural fangs. Yes, he was a vampire. The slaves, in turn, lowered their heads, modestly silent. But noticeably, they turned pale and their faces warped with horror.
   Eugene himself became terribly, even wanted to burst into tears, but he, reddened with volitional efforts, restrained himself. But the mental strength to raise the eyes of the crooked warrior-sheik and vampire was no more.
   Ben Jaden, laughing, shortly ordered:
   "In the quarry!" Send the boy to work in the quarry to other slaves of small age. Let him understand what slavery is. - The great sheikh grinned and winked at the boy. - Probably read all kinds of books. Maybe the Uncle Gnome's hut type. Now you will find out what slavery is on your own skin. Take him away!
   The manager and several warriors jumped to the boy and, picking up his arms and legs, were taken out of the hall. Eugene faintly resisted. On the move, roughly all his clothes were roughly ripped off from him, along with embroidered shoes embroidered with gold, emeralds and rubies. Left only one sports swimsuit is the only reminder of the distant Motherland. And brought into the room for horses. There is already a servant of slaves with a cell phone in his pocket waiting for the goods.
   Eugene for his age was a fairly large guy, muscular, but also fatty. The family is far from the poorest and the food, although not a restaurant, is quite abundant and high-calorie provided. And the planet itself has never suffered from underproduction of food.
   The caretaker seems to have dealt with the Frussian-speaking slaves more than once. He ordered to bend the biceps, felt it. Then he grabbed his chest, cold thorny fingers crumpled muscles covered with a light layer of fat. The boy looked well-nourished and healthy, although he did not want to open his mouth. And then for the first time in his life as a slave Eugene got a whip on his bare back.
   Beat the burn and made a sharp scream.
   - Oh, do not!
   The servant of the slaves shook his finger.
   "Do not want lashes, follow orders right away." You are an unfaithful, captive, and therefore a slave! And with slaves as with animals. The obedient are fed, the obstinate are spoiled!
  Eugene agreed and opened his mouth. The inspector looked at his teeth without a lantern, a pair of dairy ones that had not yet grown and said:
   - You have strong skeleton. By nature, the guy is healthy, but painfully pampered by the comfort of the month. It will be hard for him if he survives in the very first days and weeks will live for a very long time ... On the surface naturally.
   The manager picked up a cell phone. He listened to the command and reported in a fervent manner to the supervisor:
   "The great sheikh, the king of vampires does not want the boy to die." He wants to teach him a good lesson and torture him without killing him.
   The supervisor understood right away:
   - So, it's not the dungeon that will work, but the surface. In the dungeon a lot of poisonous gases and there for a long time do not live. - And after a pause he added. "Then let the boy eat and rest." Tomorrow it will be repaired together with the replenishment party to the quarry. The path will be heavy and let the forces grow.
   They brought me food in five minutes. A pot of vegetable porridge and finely chopped fish. The spoon is wooden. Not the lord's food, but also undercooked, and not salted, but the boy no longer ate more than a day. The hungry stomach is the best cook, and the pot is a kilogram by one and a half. To the porridge also added a mug to the milk. For a slave and not bad.
   After eating and drinking, Eugene felt himself heavy. In the stables most stallions can not be seen, but there is hay and you can get some sleep. Moreover, after applying gas in the body, weakness. I fell asleep almost instantly, maybe this is even a natural reaction of the body to an unenviable position.
   The boy woke up from the water splashing from the mug. Eugene, jumping up and shaking himself off, waved, flicking water off his blond hair.
   The master of powers in the right hand clay pot shouted in Russian:
   - Good to snooze. In the quarries you still do not sing so much, so get up.
   Eugene stood for a couple of seconds, blinking in confusion, and then he asked:
   "Will my clothes give me my personal or official form?"
   The supervisor nodded giggles.
   - What kind of personal clothes can be ... You're glad that you already have enough!
   The boy shivered cowardly, rubbed his shoulders:
   - But after all, I, having frozen in some swimming trunks ...
   The supervisor smiled unhappily:
   - We are on the coast of the Finish Ocean so do not be afraid, even in winter it does not happen too cold, well, so that to wrap yourself up ... There is already a Subequatorial climate.
   Eugene lost his eyes and then realized:
   "But I can burn."
   The attendant agreed:
   - You can ... You're pale, summer sunburn is almost completely gone, and clearly he is not a strong sun. "Farab paused and scratched his ear under the turban. But he already has experience, so.
   "You do not need shabby skin." The caretaker yawned wide. "We will return the old clothes to which you were captured, but ... You'll take pictures of it from time to time, sunbathing." Now, November and the sun are not so hot. But in the quarries you will all be alike, they will not understand otherwise. So try to get used during the walking distance.
   Watch ran to the servant, and then ran after the clothes. But the maid while Eugene was waiting, brought him food. The boy ate mechanically, until finally it came to him that the awkward, hellish work of the quarry was waiting for him, where he would not have any normal clothes. Such is the outcome of the solitaire of fate and the unenviable lot. The food already seems tasteless, but the thought of mustard is sweeter. The most opposite is that he himself asked for it. Was it necessary to reject the proposal of the sheikh. However, the boy clenched his fists hard: otherwise the Foweski pioneer would not have acted.
   He was brought back a fashionable jeans-varenka, a white shirt with a jacket for the then imperial style.
   Red tie and jacket The inspector ordered to leave and bring back. They will not need a slave. A completely new shirt made of natural silk also fell on his head. Well, dear sneakers (a terrible deficit, but for a trip abroad the Soviet family has everything), you can also leave it for your son, the more they were bought for a grown-up boy. Also with a cap.
   In short, the Ranger changed his mind and ordered the dress to be more modest. On account of shoes, do not let the boy in general barefoot. However, the feet to the touch of the young captive were too gentle, it was clear that without shoes, he did not reach.
   Eugene had to put on a torn shirt, greasy shorts and usual slaps from plastic.
   Mike was close, obviously it was worn to him by some kind of a pauper Arab boy, and slapping is great. Eugene, already having experience in a thin voice, said to the master:
   "They'll wipe your legs in blood!"
   - So put rags sissy and go after that faster! The caretaker pushed the boy in the shoulders.
   He, pushing, took him to the yard, rags on slippers first slipped and prevented them from walking, but then they got a little grounded.
   And in the very backyard of Eugene, the slaves were already waiting, collected for dispatch to the labor camp. Mostly adult slaves, but there is also a couple
  boys. By the way, they are placed in some distance from the others, but also leaving them bound. Well, the Fove pioneer was attached to them in the stirrup.
   How soon did Eugene find out that this was only for his good. Black-haired boys knew little of the Farsi language, also pioneers, even Rufgan.
   There was someone to talk to during a difficult transition.
   And the transition really turned out to be the hardest. First we had to go on a rough mountain terrain, and secondly for many hours a day. Although Eugene and was strong by nature, but did not have a habit of such extreme. Truly it turned out to be hell. Fortunately the weather was not too sunny, but still the bare knees and elbows on the first day blushed. His legs ached painfully. When the road became a bit smoother, the inspector ordered Eugene to take off slap-ons and stamp barefoot. So the boy felt on one side painfully and kolko, but together and easier.
   It was not possible to intensify the whole transition, but the superintendent who received instructions from the chief-sheikh did not injure the cute bachu, when the boy, despite a couple of heavy blows by the whip, could not rise to continue the "hajj," followed a gracious permission to ride the animal's body like a big one with three horns and antennae-antennas of the cockroach.
   Despite the fact that the skin on the back and hurled from the lash, the legs, especially the calf muscles, ached as if after scrolling on the rack, whining, and the feet knocked down on the hard surface burned like in boiling water, the boy Eugene fell asleep right on the cockroach's back. Then he was awakened by some kind of undercooked porridge with fish and sour milk. A hungry boy ate, not understanding the taste.
   The hope of a night shoot was very unstable. Protective sheep dogs did not give chance to slip away. Fusama Ben Jaden did not share prejudice - a pure dog animal or unclean, but he guards more reliable shackles. Otherwise, it is unlikely that escape can be avoided, except that at night, everyone is shackled.
   For the boys and the very Evgeny is such an exception and did. To sleep with shackles on legs is inconvenient, but the chain is long enough not to interfere with tossing, and on the straw it is more convenient. Rufgan pioneer Samuel whispered: "There's still not the worst." And judging by the numerous traces of vice on his bare back, Bach knew what he was saying.
   And then the next day again the transition, and the legs hurt, whine, not having time to recover overnight. The bare feet also suffer, the caretaker accustoms the young slave to severe slavish life. Either trapped in the hell of captivity adapts, hardens and survives, or the poor fellow will join the numerous losers, whose bones remained whitening along the edges of the road.
   Life is, after all, a very harsh thing, death is far more good-natured.
   The third day of the transition was the heaviest. The fatigue of the first two days has accumulated, and the caretaker seems to have seriously decided to force the boy to walk all the way. In order to prevent the boy's bare feet from getting stuck, the suspected boss slurred oil, but even after that the pain remained terrible.
   Especially violently explodes the first minutes of the move, but do not stop otherwise the rope will taut and, you fall on the belly. Then your belly will stretch over the stones, and the Arabian overseers will bring down their burning pests on their backs.
   But then, when the body warms up a little easier, after a while opens a second wind. And the lungs are filled with oxygen. Here you go.
   But closer to dinner they went up, and under the feet again arose a rocky road. Barefooted companions routinely step horny camel-like soles over the pointed gravel of the mountains. But for Eugene it is akin to torture, broken and rugged soles began to bleed monstrously. Whoever does not feel like this is unlikely to understand. The boy fell to his knees, but the rope tied to the horses immediately, and stretched, and naked knees went past the skin of the skin, and not the shoulders of the whip. The boy yelled from unbearable pain, and the inspector made a signal to the muzzles:
   - Easy guys, he did not deserve it!
   Eugene was again allowed to lie on the cart before lunch. The boy with difficulty chose the position, so as not to hurt his battered back. It's also good to have pests with a wide belt and do not dissect the skin (rationalization, fewer cuts, less contagion!).
   But after dinner I had to walk in flip flops along with everyone. And the strength remained less and less. It was necessary to overcome the terrible pain in the extremely tired muscles, like the manna of the heavenly, waiting for the opening of the second breath.
   Here it is slavery, or rather still only its first lessons. And perhaps not the most terrible, that still awaits in the quarries.
   In the evening the forces again began to leave the boy, the closeness to the next fall was felt. And then Eugene decided to gather and cheer himself up with a song:
   And when the mountain pioneer calls for charging -
   Together, my friends will sing songs!
   We as a falcon will rush into the boundless distance of flight,
   Because you and I were justified!
   Chorus;
   Our truth, our truth,
   Is to carry the faith!
  And not tomorrow or tomorrow,
   And today the Fatherland to save!
  
   We will respect my homeland,
   After all, the whole world - know the light!
   Our red homeland banner,
   And it is no brighter than red!
  
   The pioneer salutes not the bust,
   Its sign is the homeland of the flag!
   We fought with an adversary skillfully,
   Glorifying the verses in verse!
  
   Know that faith is one in the universe,
   Belief in the sweet, holy communism!
   To laugh, we are happy incorruptible,
   Fascism should have ransacked the abyss!
  
   Every knight was just a child,
   On the grass and streams barefoot ...
   But now in his hands the winch,
   Dashingly flattens metal with a hammer!
  
   An automatic machine someone is sharpening machine tools,
   Well, someone shoots from the shoulder!
   A scarlet banner flashes by,
   Lupim evil enemies without joking!
  
   We bravely took Ferlin our ancestors,
   Well, and us? We are on the road to Klars!
   People we are not macaques on a branch,
   Fist to the fist exactly in the eye!
  
   But we are able to have fun,
   In the drum beat, on the pipes play!
   Very cute children's faces,
   And the scores are four and five!
  
   The most difficult exam test battle -
   Do not go through it, die!
   But in the death of us a torch banner,
   The Russian bear can not fall!
   The song caused a stirring uplift and allowed to go all the way to the end. The next day, at first, the body refused to obey, and Eugene, as usual, groaned with tension. But then the pain was dulled, and my breathing became smoother. The organism overcame itself, and before that the dormant reserves went into action. Yes, and in general a lot of good when you are a child - much faster and morally and bodily accustomed to extreme circumstances.
   On the fifth day, calluses were formed on the scrawny feet, and it was possible, albeit with pain, but to walk like everyone else. Especially when the asphalt was formed, more precisely, it appeared on the path. The skin darkened from sunburn.
   Eugene finally took off his shirt, only the shoulders of the prudent caretaker told him to lubricate with oil.
   When the wind and the Finish Ocean blows your naked torso, and the feet of all the rugged soles touch the ground to go much easier.
   On the sixth day they were informed that the target was already close, and tied more firmly. Evgeny feeling much better already, talking with his partners.
   There were already four of them, two of them knew enough fluently Farsi. The eldest of them, Aladdin, a boy of about fourteen, swarthy and black-haired, asked Safonerov:
   - And in the empire of Diderot can already fly to other universes?
   Evgeny confidently replied:
   - Not yet, but very soon it will undoubtedly happen! We were already on Grunya (fiction!), And our guys are already ready to stomp around Klars!
   Aladdin with a white-toothed, very bright smile on the background of a nearly black face nodded:
   - Of course, we will be on Clars. - The boy, having lowered the tone of that quiet whisper, declared. - In general, I do not understand my adults. Why they pray with such frenzy to Fullah. After all, even if Fullah is, then why should he beat every day a bow.
   Eugene agreed:
   - Of course not at all! - And with all the young sincerity added. - If there is a God, then how did he launch affairs in the open spaces of the universe, he does not bow to him, but move his head over the head with a stick! The ruler, with such methods and unwillingness to take care of the welfare of his subjects, would have been overthrown long ago!
   This time, the boy exceeded the necessary volume limit, and his whips were again scalded.
   Safonerov even succumbed to his nose with indignation, his whole boyish soul was bursting to respond to the lawlessness created by the monsters. He again made an unsuccessful attempt to tear the rope binding the hands. Fortunately, the blows stopped, and the column of slaves again began to move.
   Eugene Safonerov fell silent, did not want to speak or think. More than once the battered Aladdin also became quiet, he was frightened by the courage of a Fresco partner and now he seriously feared that he would be dragged to the underworld of the Shaytans. True, judging by the number of scars healed on the back of dissections, the last years of real life differed little from the baking. However, as it were, it was not bad, it could become worse all the time. Aladdin remembered how he was punished with a falla, beaten on the heels with sticks. He even lost consciousness from the pain.
   And all the same the heated iron to a sole is more sick. So maybe Fullah punishes him, that the Rufgan bacha took the pioneer oath, replaced God with a Maid of Honor, wearing a red tie?
   Soon a distant knock was heard, as if blacksmiths were beating, and some obscure rumble.
   The caravan went to the gate, and along the edges of them stood a rather high palisade with a crooked ditch half filled with rotten water. At the entrance there was a guard, and a couple of large, Caucasian-looking dogs with curved fangs and long, tails resembling a scorpion spit twirled. After exchanging a few words, their caravan was missed. Aladdin whispered to Yevgeny Safonerov in his ear:
   - Here they are the famous Karachen quarries. Hold on buddy - this is the second round of hell!
   The guys went inside. They were led along a brutal stony road. The dogs rumbled fiercely, one of them nearly bitten off the hand of the nearest boy. Young slaves involuntarily leaned back, and received a whip.
   Inside it was seen how many slaves are working. Mostly these were young, but already exhausted men, but there were also women. The slaves looked pathetic, beaten, but muscular. However, Eugene suddenly felt such embarrassment and fear that he started spasms in his stomach and the boy simply lowered his head and tried not to look around. Before him, only smell, exhausted long unwashed bodies and ... garlic.
   Safonerov lowered the light from the sun-burned hair, head, and mentally asked God Almighty to end this nightmare as quickly as possible, and he found himself again at home, where one can enjoy life and enjoy honor and respect!
   The caravan stopped and the boys began to "unharness". Eugene saw the angrily shouting overseers, driving the guys to the creek. Apparently to start young slaves, they decided to give a wash. After such a hard road to plunge with a cold, blissful feeling. The boys even roared with delight, began to splash, frolicking and chuckling with joy. The captured pioneer even splashed his friend in the face with water, and he answered. Eugene began to splash harder, but a severe shout interrupted his studies, and the boys were thrown out of the stream with long whips. The head of the quarry decided to inspect the goods personally. The boys were ordered:
   - Take the stones in your hands and lift them over your head!
   Eugene obediently obeyed, choosing however, not the heaviest cobblestone. He lifted it up and stretched out. The master walked in front of them. He was dressed in armor, tall, fat, with a heavy gold chain. He went to Aladdin, dryly in English, ordered:
   - Open your mouth!
   Looking at the young man's teeth, he growled:
   - Its to adults for the hardest work!
   Then the owner began to approach the boys, squeamishly feel their muscles.
   Yevgeny again felt the humiliation of humiliation, when rough hands began to crumple his scarred clavicles, walked on his hands. Then the owner pinched the boy by the chest. The captured pioneer felt like a whore, which the pimps look at. Then the brute thrust his fingers in his leather gloves into his mouth. Grinned:
   "A strong boy, only still pampered and full." Apparently their families are notable party workers?
   The manager who led them said:
   "No, this is from the country that is in the Diderot Empire!" From distant lands from the north!
   The overseer ruthlessly ordered:
   "Then send him and the other boys to work with the stones and make sure they do not mess around." Well, of course, shave their heads so that they do not bring lice. We brand them later, when the punisher is getting better. Let them be harnessed faster to work.
   . CHAPTER? 17th
   The whip whistled, and the boys had already thrown stones at them reflexively. One of them nearly knocked off Zhenya's bare foot. A freshly bitten slave shook his fist in reply, but he did not want to engage in a fight with the unlucky prisoner-slave, because of the fear not only to try the lashes, but because of some emotional confusion caused by the new place. This is a quarry where the boy, perhaps, will stick his whole life. Here they are led to the top ten of the guards of the legionnaires, that they are waiting for the boys with sharp razors. Naturally, without soap, until the hair has dried, they are simply crudely cleaned with ferocious daggers.
   Eugene remembered that in his patriotic times in the colony-maloletka (they showed about this film!) It was forbidden to have any hair at all and the boys brutally shaved! Why did the bald haircut make an indelible impression, some kind of flawedness, that you are after that already and not quite human. Now he was in a worse place than the zone, but with the same determination to remain a man, or rather with a pathetic likeness to decisiveness!
  Eugene rudely grabbed his shoulder and. They tilted their fair head and began to shave their hair. How it is humiliating and painful. However, local vampires seem to already have experience, despite the rudeness, made only a couple of light cuts. The boy, however, it seemed that with every strand of straw, thick hair leaves, a particle of his soul and the personality dissolves.
   The head became naked and light, after which Evgenia was again splashed with stale water, and tugging at his collarbone was put into operation. When the shaving process was over, the boys were driven to work.
   Teenagers-slaves and younger were looking separately. Of course they need tools and small cars less than adults. Only here the duration of the working day is the same. Brilliant with sweat, reddened with tension, they laboriously worked, then breaking off hammers, pickaxes, and putting stones on the stretcher or baskets, then dragging them with cobblestones or pushing wheelbarrows. Boys-slaves, were thin, their withered bodies, sinewy and muscular. The arms and legs were sharply visible veins and veins, and the bare skin was spiked with whips and whips.
   Many of them were completely naked, even without loincloths. The breeze smelled the boyish sweat, exhausted by the hard work of the bodies. At the sight of the newcomers, the young slaves suddenly smiled. Eugene smiled and winked back:
   "We will live brothers!" - Whispered the pioneer boy.
   The whips and beginners whistled faster to the pile of folded instruments. Eugene was given a hammer with pointed ends and a collecting basket. They took them to the boys who were stoned in the stones. The overseer strictly ordered:
   "Break the stone into a gravel and carry it along with the other boys to the wheelbarrows." And look, work is more alive!
   Eugene, taking a harder hammer in his hands, struck the stones with a stroke. I felt the recoil in the mice, the stone dust came to my nostrils. The more experienced partner of a boy of thirteen, with sharp wires of the appeared tendons, suggested in the Frussian language:
   - Do not invest in a blow. Firstly, you will not last long enough, and secondly, you raise a heap of dust. Bey, relaxed counting only on the severity of the hammer.
   Eugene was not surprised by the knowledge of a foreigner. Here worked and prisoners of war and captured from Rufganistan and even the territory of the empire Diderot civilians. Maybe this one of the stolen Luzbek or Pioneers turned to a new communist one in the country where the Fislamic patriarchal order was.
   Eugene nodded.
   "We live by the concepts of honor!"
   Shaved only the beginners, the other boys-slaves only carelessly cut hair, black, red, light. And this camp is really, from captives and kidnapped guys. Even from Western Europe there is. Therefore, blonde boys are very many, especially since the sun is so close to the Finnish Ocean, if the hair is brown, it still burns to whiteness.
   Eugene, trying to save his strength, works, languidly flapping his hammer, but it's worth stopping slightly and whistling his whip. Then, having loaded the basket, he almost ran (the supervisors fiercely drive), rushes to the far corner, where all of this is loaded onto a cart. The wide belt of the basket pulls the shoulders. And then again, if a stone.
   Eugene tries to imagine that he is just Marat Fazey or an athlete of the Olympic Games, and thus trains. Barefoot, knocked down in the blood, the boy's feet step on the rocks, and on top the weight is also pressing. It's hard and every hour it's getting harder. Sweat drips from Eugene, he wants to hunger, eat and drink especially. The hammer seems more and more weighty. No, this is not a tiny area where in fact no one properly follows, and does not work, and it is illegal to force a teenager to work more than four hours.
   Evgenii read about this in the novel "Honor" by Riminsky. The colony did not seem too scary place, something like a pioneer camp. Is that with a more boring contingent. No! This is slavery, cruel slavery.
   Here one of the newcomers falls completely exhausted. He is hit by a whip. The bug-eyed vampire reporter is almost two meters tall, pounding a skinny boy, looking like eleven, punching in. The boy is screaming in pain, the blood rises from him as he raises blood. He takes a few more steps with the load and falls again. And again a heavy whip buzzes.
   Eugene turned pale.
   "So he'll kill him to death!"
   The partner warned:
   - Do not bother! If you intercede, a cross is waiting! - Intercepting the puzzled look of a Frussian boy, explains. - Fislamists like to crucify their enemies names on the symbol of the Christianity they hate-the cross! Krepis because of all the forces, otherwise falling, you can not rise.
   The battered boy calms down. To finally make sure that he is ready, a rough torch is brought to the rough, bare heels of the boy. He puffed up the smoke and began to smell the distinct smell of the scorched.
   Eugene involuntarily swallowed, in his stomach began agonizing, hungry spasms. Here they are stopped and ordered to load shavings with wide silks. The boys obey and begin to work. Eugene throws rubble and pebbles with a shovel, trying not to give pain, it not only painfully aching every muscle of the body, but still sore and fresh calluses on his hands. The mouth is dry, even swallowing painfully painful, and the stomach fails from tension. But the boy is loaded, trying to contain the groans, the cut on his head is a flowing salty sweat. Boys-slaves breathe heavily, but try. Finally, the trolleys are loaded and pushed by other slaves.
   Eugene with a dozen boys again driven to the stones. Boys beat from all over, even droplets of time fly from the dark brown bodies. Some of the young slaves groan in pain, which reduces tired muscles. The captive pioneer is fastened, trying to breathe deeper, so that the lungs are better ventilated by air. Yes, work can be a flour, it's good that it's already getting dark, they can be taken to rest.
   The boy miscalculated a little, the work was stopped only when the stars were scattered across the sky. Muscles ached, the body was on strike, did not want anything except to fall and not move.
   The boys, at last, were fed, having given before this to wash off sweat in the stream and dust from their hands. Or rather, even ordering it to do so. And that the grimlyans are pragmatists, from the dirt there are terrible epidemics that capitally mow down slaves, and this is a loss ...
   The dinner itself was distributed in portions, it was a fruit porridge mixed with fish and garlic (the latter also has bactericidal properties!). The food smelled appetizing, but tired Zhenya no longer distinguished taste, he already prayed to God, rather to fall on the litter and fall into the arms of Morpheus. After eating, the slaves were brought to bed.
   The boys spent the night in a special cave, where poorly planed boards and shackles lay. In general, as first drew attention to Eugene, the boys do not usually put on shackles, except that some of them were guilty. Chains in the Arab world, and still engulfed in endless wars, are quite expensive, but in the work they only interfere. But Eugene and the top ten not yet brand-newcomers all, but fastened the chain with the weight on the right leg. Now you just can not escape.
   Safonerov however, already on what did not pay attention, it simply fell and instantly fell asleep. The boy's sleep was heavy, many of the boys moaned in their sleep.
   Evgenie dreamed that he got into the Middle Ages and was caught, and interrogated, along with other witches on charges of witchcraft. As a torture, use the wheel, and stretch the joints in a special machine. Horror, and then injections with sharp needles into muscles, into nerve endings, dripping onto the body of red-hot oil. And to the bare heels push the red-hot iron, from which the hard crust of the sole soles.
   The boy cried out and woke up. In the cave barrack it was dark, crowded and stuffy with the bodies of young slaves. It's good that in this marriage some youngsters are sleeping, who do not smell so badly and unpleasantly as adults. Only a lot of them, bare bodies literally lie one on the other ... Here it is bondage, slavery and the chain that bound the children's, bare foot. Generally on the zone of criminal authorities to work vpadlu.
   Ugh, here would be Manton Felestov and his brothers! They would be re-educated, and they would tie the blue with criminal forever. And of course, try in our humane, Soviet times, make the zeks work, like he does, in such a grueling regime ...
   Eugene's eyes stuck together and he again turned off ... Dreams, if they were, are already intangible! Woke up rudely, the horn sounds, and after those who huddled blows on their bare legs. Again breakfast and work. They fed them, it seems, only twice a day.
   It was hard to walk, muscles were soaked with lactic acid and, literally, they tore to pieces. As if each tendon was dropped on a bomb. Clavicles were especially bad. However, the suffering was felt everywhere, from the broken feet on the sharp stones, to the head with aching from lack of sleep with temples and especially the neck. And the legs seem to be poured lead.
   Again, fruit porridge with fish and garlic, food, in general, balanced, but the portion itself for the whole day with such work is clearly not sufficient. And then work .... This is hard, until exhaustion. Those boys who have already gotten used to loads, even try to smile at the newcomers (they say, everything is not so bad!).
   In general, Eugene was pleasantly surprised that, in general, the boys are treated kindly to each other ... Here in teenage areas conflicts between prisoners are common. However, the fact that some scribblers write, that there are every second "cock", and that "youngster" is hell, is also a blizzard. There, roughly, like in the wild, good and evil, strong - good, weak - bad, average - tolerant!
   And the difference between the teenage zone especially in today's well-fed, stagnant times for the empire and the pioneer camp is not very much, it is palpable! Here they are when we were resting in the pioneer camp, also as in the zone, in thirty barracks in one barrack, a rise of half a seventh ... The truth of time is free for more and work, not work, and so much self-indulgence.
   In the meantime, he again cuts the stone, then to draw in the tunnel. The bodies warmed up and the pain, which was unbearable before, became weaker. True, they were also forced to push them, the wheelbarrow.
   Zhenya is working, and clenched teeth tightly, silently, drops a drop of turbid sweat on the crushed ballast. Legs bend under tension, and still ruthless whip whistles. And the blow, after the blow, as if in the hell vacancies were opened for the executioners. The pioneer-slave grunts, but in a strain pushes the load with even greater excitement. Need to overcome the fatigue? Hence it is necessary! And he will not give in. His body shines in the sun, it is visible as veins and small muscles come out, and leaves fat. With him increases endurance.
   One and massive, bearded overseers casts a bad, oily glance at half-naked, or even completely naked boys. The sight of battered, scratched muscular bodies greatly excites a pervert. The vampire-vampire begins to beat the boys with a whip on his legs, he wants to hear the moaning of the boys, or even better the wild howling. Well, his partners are not much better. The head of the overseers yells:
   "Come on, you monsters!"
   And again the whistling of whips and blows. Then one of their torturers for a change, even picking up a torch, began to fire naked boyish backs. Burned between his shoulder blades and Eugene, forcing the boy to push the trolley faster. Well, these animals only enjoyed the agony of the young, in fact, still children of slaves!
   Eugene breathed heavily through his mouth, in the brain a drill is one: survive, at any cost to survive! Do not break in the very real hell! And the boy fought and with the weight of the car and himself.
   The slaves seem to have been well organized, giving them various jobs in the quarries, so that the muscle groups develop more harmoniously, and the young slaves not so tired. Before lunch, Eugene was exhausted and pushed the wheelbarrows, so he was sent to turn the drum, and then to carry water for washing. The day was very busy, after him every vein and bone ached painfully, but there was no time to be bored and chatting. Then a dinner like breakfast and a dream again. Safonerov rudely chained. The boy again slept anxiously, it seemed to him that he was a boy-partisan and his most real fascist vampires were barefoot, in deep snow. And in the back pushing the point of the bayonet, sounds swearing:
   "Russian pig, tell me where your unit is hiding?"
   Eugene, through a terrible pain, especially strong in frostbitten feet answers:
   "I will not tell you anything!" These are my friends and my homeland! A homeland and friends do not betray!
   And here to him between the shoulder-blades is pierced a bayonet-knife, deeply entering the ridge. Safonerov screams and wakes up ... Nostrils, smell the scorched. The boy turns, the other boys-slaves, also moved. The massive and fat overseer holds a torch in his hands, with which he has just kicked the boy's back against Eugene and scoffs mockingly:
   - Yes, I'm your puppy, I just wanted to "lick" lice. And then creep all sorts of creatures!
   Eugene squeezed his fists and took a step forward and immediately leaned back, avoiding the burn with a torch. The chain tightened on him and the boy almost fell. The overseer threatened with a finger:
   "Do not spoil it, otherwise you'll end up on the cross!" Now it's nice to feel the sweet touch of a light?
   Safoners frowned angrily and blurted out the fear:
   - Would you fight with me honestly, one on one ... I would show you the class.
   The overseer chuckled unkindly:
   "That's what you want!" One on one! Then he paused and coughed. "Okay, my name is Eimulla, the time will come, I'll set up a fight for you." In the meantime, sleep a little longer.
   Evgeni suddenly felt such a strong fatigue that he fell, flopping his head, on the chest of another slave-boy, he pushed the impudent, but did not argue. After that, Safonerov's eyes closed like a wolf trap ...
   In the morning, followed by lifting, washing and breakfast, with further work. Fatigue accumulated, the pain was strong as from a real rack, but then she gradually became weak, the work warmed up all the bundles.
   Eugene again chopped a hard stone, and then dragged the cargo. After some time he was instructed with an experienced, muscular and sinewy partner to drag a stretcher.
   Safonerov did this too. The weight here was large, gravel was loaded generously. And it was necessary to keep up with the older and much more hardened bondage partner. Eugene kept only on self-esteem. His feet, knocked into the blood, had already begun to mumble, which caused new suffering, and made them brutally bruised. So the work flowed like a waterfall from sweat. Towards evening, Eugene was ordered to sit down and, as it were, row with oars, handing buckets for washing with hooks.
   This somewhat reduced the burden on the long-suffering legs of the boy, but he developed the back, the press and the shoulders. Safonerov succumbed, a couple of times was close to a loss of consciousness, but masterful lash strokes, returned the boy to reality. In addition to the torment of fatigue, thirst was added, and the famine began to be felt very sharply.
   So the first week passed. Eugene felt like a fist. Pain, pain, pain! Pain and terrible fatigue everywhere, no backwardness, no blood, no veins, no bones untouched by pain. He became a kind of part of the consciousness of a young slave, embracing the whole being. However, on the eighth day Safonerov already became a little easier, even about the surrounding was perceived not so vaguely and wildly. On this day slaves during dinner, gave in honor of the holiday vampires lie down for one hour.
   Eugene stretched out in the grass, he could already sleep, even without looking at the skin, quickly healed on a young, healthy body. His neighbor, the apparently experienced boy, remarked:
   - You began to disappear indifference in the eyes. They read not only flour, it means that you, most likely, will last for more than one year.
   Eugene, curious, asked his neighbor:
   "Have you been here long?"
   He replied with some pride:
   "It's already the fourth spring!" I was eleven when I got here, and already fourteen. Of the party of slaves that I started, they drove us together, not more than half survived. And the majority died the first month. So you can congratulate yourself on the first barrier taken!
   Eugene with deliberate gaiety, winked back:
   - I hope not the last one! The time will come, and we will straighten our shoulders, become free! Let slavery perish in the abyss forever!
   The partner immediately replied:
   "Let her perish!" My name is Darleson, and how are you?
   - Eugene! Or rather, the prophetic Eugene!
   The boys shook hands and started to work again. Eugene even visibly felt a kind of relief. So passed this day, and then followed a much quieter than before dream. But here's the next ...
   After tomorrow, the newcomers (there were already three boys less) were taken separately announced:
   "Listen to the vile slaves-kids!" You should now be marked forever, so that you faithfully serve your masters! - Chief overseer, uttering such words, roared like a bear. - And without stupidities, punching will be by all the rules, hot iron on the chest! And now step march.
   Eugene involuntarily shuddered, he was afraid not so much the pain, to which he had already become accustomed, as humiliation ... He is branded as the last cattle, as ... Rabbi! And this means: this will mean the last parting with a free past and a happy childhood! It is necessary to think of something, what is it, what ....
   Eugene really had a very difficult time. In particular, another humiliation and pain branding. The procedure itself was simple. Boys of novice slaves were built according to their height, and began with the highest ones to enter a special room, with a flaming fireplace. There the "victim" was tied up by the hands, so that they brought together the elbows. And then the giant sizes of the Moors burned them with a special iron brand on the wooden handle. The smell of the scorched was very strong, even in the room, the windows were dark without windows.
   Eugene was frightened, and even though he reasoned and understood that it was useless and in vain, he once again "omits" himself "screamed": "
   "Do not need to be uncle!" Owners do not! I will not do it again! I will do everything for you!
   The boy was picked up by powerful, hardened, almost two-meter legionnaires-vampires, easily, like a rag doll tearing off the floor. The Moor-bloodsucker seemed to be Beelzebub from the underworld. A hot metal touched his shoulder.
   Safonerov, although he already had time to get used to the pain, yelled with good mate. From the shoulder, he poured smoke, the smell of the burning became stronger. Although the moor-bloodsucker kept the brand red from the heat for a very short time (he should, in fact, know, and not cripple the boy), while he yelled to Eugene, it seemed like an eternity. Then the Moor-Poinser splashed on the marked shoulder of cold water, and after the heated oil. The stigma was still burning, but already weaker and patient Zhenya stopped yelling. He was taken out into the street, and they gave him water, slightly tinted with peroxidized wine. In general, branding did not carry in itself anything ordinary, although the sensation of Safonerov was the most lousy. Here he finally lost in himself a free, human. Even the body is already disfigured and has become a stranger. He is branded, he is already with the seal of a subhuman - a slave! And it will never be the same as before.
   After that, Eugene again led to hard labor. The slave boy worked hard in the quarries, barefoot, in swimming trunks alone, where he still kept a note in a hundred doubloons. Mom gave her in case the boy lost somewhere, and he had the means - to return home. The latter at least somehow consoled, he is not quite a beggar, he has something personally belonging to him: a hundred doubloons, two weeks' salary of the average worker in the Dibro Empire of 21986!
   Darleson hastened to console his new friend:
   - Do not worry! Some former slaves, with the same clamps, then became rulers. Remember, for example Fengiskhana! The main thing is not to enslave an immortal soul.
   Eugene wanted, was to answer, but for the umpteenth time, the blows of the overseers fell upon them. This time the son of the governor-fommunist kept his groans, although when it hit him, it was very painful on the fresh, still burning stigma.
   And this day finally came to an end and Eugene really wanted to forget himself in a dream, hoping that suddenly a sweet and colorful dream would come to him, and he would feel himself, even in the illusion of his brain. But this night passed without distinct dreams.
   Again stretched more and more and more routine days. True tired Eugene, became much less, incredible, tearing, sharp pain in the muscles, became dumb, about as during training "pre-Olympic" fees of professional weightlifters. Yes, of course, the feeling of discomfort, and strong whining, from the increased workload, but not so much that you can not, think about an outsider, look at the world around him, throw a couple of words or jokes with friends.
   In general, the slave boys, in relation to a friend, were quite benevolent, and, at least in front of Yevgeny, they did not do anything mean to each other. However, the prisoner-boy thought sensibly that even in the teenage zone, far from being rabid beasts are sitting. Most of the normal boys out there fight, and swear even less often than a regular school, where they used to learn at large. But there is a small percentage of "chmoshnikov," which really, because of the fierce attitude of peers, the colony-teen becomes literally hell. Compared with the slavery in which Eugene fell, hard work, for 16 hours, and almost every minute with a whip, a jail-tiny prison is just a resort. Especially now, when Babkistan has become rich in the colonies for youngsters, there are personal computers, video, and in general conditions are actually better than in what "pioneer camp" for the formally free children of proletarians.
   Here it is progress and humanization, when the zones are scared of only the chmoshniki that get there after the stand, but the cool boys, born bandits just laugh! On the contrary, if they want to get a criminal record, then at a tender age and time they will give less and sit comfortably and more fun! But fate fate played a trick on Eugene, sending him to the most that, nor to eat classic slavery!
   Slavery of the Ancient Furima in the quarries, what is taught in the school ... Here it is the Arab slavery of the Soulmans' captivity. But here's a fantastic novel on this subject with a hitman does not remember ... No, there were, of course, stories where boys from the Middle Ages, became slaves, but still, that they worked for quarries ... Although in the novel about Frindian Ezhonce ( The film on this topic will be removed much later than they write a book!) There was such an episode where the boy-Sitaian for a short time became a slave and it was in the quarries .. But for a very short time, did not even have time to feel like a slave, and the supervisors were simply "Fuckers!"
   And then everything is so simple, if the boy is caught, then for the bad, and then they let him talk with the protagonist and shoot with a spark. Yes it's literary, nuts and at the same time entertaining, Grollywood ... And what should a fellow-soldier do in his place, in accordance with the classical scenario? Raise the rebellion of slaves and become the second Spartacus? It would be cool! Only now it's too unreal!
   Days went by, and weeks followed. Passed a new year, and then the day of the Patriotic Space Army. Eugene felt the most banal hunger more and more sharply. He strongly and very much grew thin, that have appeared, as if rods of a basket of a rib, the stomach has failed, and feet of bare feet have become covered with a callous crust no worse than a foot of the most enduring camel. His hair was covered with a dusty, gray hedgehog. The knees and elbows became cone-shaped, and the skin became coarse, it became elastic, and it was no longer so easily torn from the impact of the lash.
   The boy is accustomed to exhausting work, to the fact that two-thirds of the day must be dragged, or chopped, or loaded with heavy stones and gravel, and his body, blackened by dirt and sunburn, scorches every day with an increasingly hot double sun: years of local vampires. So Eugene began to seriously consider the escape. The whole question is just where, because with a stamp, on his shoulder it's easier to find. Yes, and there is a risk that the other slaves will surrender him for his escape. After all, they were warned of responsibility. Plus, still have a very timid hope, maybe they'll come and recruit gladiators? In half of the fantastic novels from prison and slavery the path lies in ... the army!
   So passed month after month, and we were tempered, passing through hell.
   Here Evgeny hesitated a bit and continued:
   "But the mine was dwindling, and the company that kept us went bankrupt." We were led to sell to pay off our debts. And he Sheikh ben Jaden, was forced to hide from patrol cruisers. And some vampires forgot about me. Others were driven to the auction. Go with the hands tied to the pole, it was much easier than the first time. The body was hardened, and the soles were stronger than the boots. And I moved with the others. We walked almost a week. Then they were on the central bargaining. Me and the other guys put on the platform completely naked.
   Have forced to take in hands heavy stones and to hold them above a head. The buyers approached us and unceremoniously probed. Remembering is disgusting. Finally we bought a wholesaler from this planet.
   We were then taken to the starship and put to sleep during the flight. We ended up in this world. And I was again put up for auction, where a barman bought a boy cheaply.
   I stayed with him for several months until I met you. Compared with quarries, it is certainly easier, but you also get from the owner and customers.
   The boy fell silent. The magical medallion noted:
   - Very entertaining story. What is it worth charging.
   Eugene replied modestly:
   -I did not invent anything!
   Hypervore giggled a little:
   "And I'm not saying that you invented something." But, probably, you wanted to tell your new friends something important?
   Safonerov nodded and whispered:
   - I've heard many different guesses about this joker. For some reason, most of the adventurers believe that he is on this planet. But I managed to learn something worthy of attention.
   The whole quartet pricked up. Donald Trump pricked his ears.
   The boy answered in a whisper:
   - I learned that, most likely, this joker is in the magical temple of the Northern Obelisk on the very outskirts of the universe and it is protected by a mighty genie-keeper.
   Past Maffa logically noted:
   "You heard a lot of things." Why do you think that this information deserves attention.
   Eugene whispered:
   - One of the speakers had a stone, which starts to glow when they say a lie. But in this case the hobbit spoke the truth. Which means ...
   Maff still doubted:
   -This kind of stones sometimes are not holy when an elf or an innocent sincerely is sure that he is speaking.
   Evgeni logically remarked:
   - But the stone was lit with red light under other assumptions. Although probably other adventurers also believed in their versions.
   Capuchin cooed aspirated:
   - This is a real chance. You can also try!
   . CHAPTER? 18
   Now the tip of the needle has already begun to dawn in the haystack. Or maybe that
   Threads that must unravel the tangle. In any case, thanks to the boy, a clue was obtained, and one can search more narrowly.
   Maff even thought that, probably, Donald really elected and the boy-slave to them was not accidental. Even if not from the Earth.
   Donald turned to the magical Hyperware:
   - Can you take us to the right place to the temple of the Northern Obelisk?
   The medallion chuckled and replied:
   - I can, but in a few receptions ... Still this temple is far away. At the very edge of the universe. You think how much energy and spells have to be spent on this way!
   The younger elf noticed:
   "If the boy is wrong, then we can get so much in the way!" Spend a lot of magical energy, and get trapped.
   The tempted Maffa remarked:
   - I was listening to this temple. Because of the remoteness of it, few people visit. But the genie and in fact, guessing there riddles. If you lose slavery or death. But in return you can get a rare gift. Only the way and really not close.
  Magical Hypervor confidently said:
   - You have charged me with magical energy, activated spells half way. So let's settle down ... There is such a chance!
   Maffa, as the eldest in the Pentagon, commanded:
   "Then let's go."
   Capuchin willingly confirmed:
   - Yes, you do not need to lose time.
   And already five of them grasped hands. And they strained before the jump. Again, a wave of tsunami was picked up. And again they were carried across the expanses of the universe. And the stars were smeared, like paint on black glass. Sensation and heat and cold - at the same time ...
   Then landing ... In the forest ... Some kind of extraordinary planet. A lot around the trees, and a giant size. The leaves are such that a fighter can land. And butterflies the size of an airliner flutter. And dragonflies like battleships.
   Everything here is so huge, grotesque, not measurable. Like in the world, giants. Insects the size of tanks, crawling on wide and tall grass. Huge flowers, like a tower, lined up in a clearing. Even consider the forest because of its huge size is difficult.
   Maffa with a whistle noted:
   - You might think that we have decreased. So everything here has increased.
   Trump asked the medallion:
   "Half way through?"
   The magical Hypervor replied:
   - No! Only a quarter.
   Donald was indignant:
   - And this is why?
   The medallion answered with a thin patting:
   - Overuse of magical energy. It takes time to restore the balance of the spells.
   Trump wanted to say something, but he overtook him:
   - Yes Hypervora needs to recover. In fact, Affa gave you a very strong artifact. Other similar things from large movements immediately burned.
   Donald with a heavy sigh replied:
   - Everything in our world requires restoration. - The American billionaire looked at the three suns that illuminated the wonderful world. "Why do not we sit here and have some fun?"
   A magical medallion with a grin suggested:
   - I also need a lot of energy. It is necessary to tell some other story. To quickly podnakopit energy.
   Offering a grin, Maffa suggested:
   - Tell me more about the Second World War. We are interested in this.
   Trump shook his head and sat down on the wide sheet of pink bug. Numerous mattresses from the fairy tale "The Princess and the Pea" are as if piled on it.
   Trump took up the narrative of a very entertaining story, pulling a sweater out of new ideas.
   The voice resembled a mixture of the hiss of a viper and the wheezing of an asleep ass:
   "And now you'll die a Freddie brat!"
   A young man with fair hair, in a leather jacket, writhed desperately, seized by a fiery, sparkling cobweb. His black, leather jacket, smoking and melting, thin lips turned blue and bleeding bubbles. Lightnings of force passed through him, causing great pain, burning every cell, every vein, forced to boil in the arteries and veins blood and bursting from the embrace of the carnivorous heat of the aorta.
   A rusty, like a wrinkled fungus little man, held in front of him a long covered with light green shaved hands. From bizarre crossed fingers, discharges erupted, very similar to electric arcs. But much brighter, multicolored, glaring as welding eyes, broken and diverging, like stormy shoots of tropical weeds.
   The white-haired boy was dying in the hell web. And looking like a mushroom, with a head out of which gills stuck out, a dressed black robe, a nightmare type, was smiling. He had long, sharp-pointed needles from his mouth, but the other teeth looked crooked and not healthy. Why this smile seemed even more like a grin, an angry dead man, a great sinner escaped from hell. But at the moment acting as the rebellious Devil.
   Another person, then in a black suit, closed by a terrible, ebonite-cast mask - without looking up, watched the agony. In his soul, his hesitation. Cut off, with the cartilage sticking out of the nose torn from the nose, the right hand of the lord falls helplessly under his feet, and the left survivor shrinks convulsively and unclenches.
   Here he makes an uncertain step towards the erupting lightning, the nasty old man-dead .... A little more and
   Unexpectedly, "grandfather Zeus" stops the eruption of discharges. A bracelet flashes on his arm. An alarming voice is souring:
   - A sabotage group of insurgents blew up a generator that controls the supply of energy to the force field of the gravioplasma protection of the "Annihilation Star".
   The walking dead man said in a sepulchral, slightly rattling voice:
   - Turn on the backup generator - code 78-93-62 ... The rebels do not get the star.
   A two-meter man in a mask hesitantly said:
  - Vladyka Fidious ...
   The emperor of the cosmic empire interrupted him:
   - Feeled in you a strong anger Fart! Were you really ready to kill me?
   The man in the armor staggered back and, breathing heavily. His voice under his mask was hovering like the desert wind of Cerrocco, saying:
   - It's still my son!
   Vladyka Fidious nodded in agreement:
   - And a very capable guy ... At such a young age, he defeated you even cut off his hand!
   The emperor of the cosmic empire cast a glance at the sparkling holograms showing the cosmic battle. The rebels collected practical all their striking forces by betting a gambler - either pan or disappeared.
   But still on the side of the imperial fleet a large numerical superiority - especially in the battleships. Especially since most of the major spoils of the insurgents have already been destroyed by fire from the Star of Annihilation.
   Imperial ships are located in such a way as to prevent the attacking armada from leaving.
   The trap arranged by the emperor worked. The fleet of rebels in the trap and melting right before our eyes ... A wide, green-blue ray of the hyperlaser with a thermo-vamped pencil, pierces the last battleship of the "Free Alliance".
   As if a giant bottle with a combustible mixture broke. A lightning flash enveloped a couple of hundred miles of outer space, spilled and sparked for a few seconds, then went out.
   Vladyka Fidious cast a disdainful glance at the defeated youth. Until recently, Gluck's smooth, hairless face was covered with blisters, and he himself was choking, air heavily entered his burned lungs. Lightnings of power, emanated by the emperor - a terrible weapon. They are able to break through the most solid metal and crush the stone.
   The emperor of the cosmic empire growled:
   "Take this carrion and freeze it!"
   A capsule jumped out of the wall like a cork from a bottle. She looked like a two-tone pill with small, flexible, mobile tentacles of a mechanical squid.
   The front part of the capsule, like the mouth of a shark, moved apart, and a bluish, sparkling light streamed.
   Quickly picking up the charred, reddened as boiled cancer, and sometimes the blackened Gluck Fkaikora, strewn with liquid-metal suction cups of the tentacle, they threw it into the belly of the medical capsule. Ejected from the mouth of the blue stream blurred, and turned into a poisonous green.
   Then the jaws of the man-made piranha retracted, and the medical capsule turned to the freezing compartment.
   The emperor of the cosmic empire Fart Fidious waved his hand and again turned his gaze to the cosmic battle. Significant forces of the insurgents have already been ground, and large starships have been knocked out ...
   But the rebels are still not giving up, they are breaking through to the very shield of the "star of death", seeking to avoid its annihilation rays.
   But they are destroyed by stationary batteries and the fire of the imperial cruisers, dense streams of annihilation particles from the huge guns of the battleships. Here the destroyer of the rebel fleet, enveloped in a multicolored flame, collapses in a vacuum. Two butterflies with proboscis of amusing elephants kiss goodbye, before they manage to absorb the inexorable fire effervescent, and licking the flesh of annihilation.
   The hyperplasma flame, swelling swiftly, absorbs and charred everything that comes into its flow. Starships, hitting a similar cutter, no longer have a chance to escape ... In any case, the damaged ships of the rebels, they fall under the system of more powerful groups under the streams of hyperplasma fire.
   Lord of the Fusitus, turns to his right hand Fart Freuder:
   "My trap worked ... But we need to find out what happened on the Rawson plan." Did a small detachment of insurgents manage to defeat an imperial regiment with heavy weapons?
   The man in black cautiously glanced at the emperor and said:
   - Inscrutable ways of power ... Maybe, some of Fkaykor's satellites own it more than we can imagine!
   The emperor of the cosmic power crossed his white fingers like gloves. His decrepit face was not very much in harmony with the quick and precise movements of the lean body.
   The commander-in-chief of the rebel forces - Grand Admiral Karalevan preferred a light mobile battleship to heavy and powerfully protected battleships. Thanks to this, he was still alive.
   The black commander of the shock fist understood that things were not going according to plan. Most likely, Folo and his friends were trapped, as, by the way, they too. After all, the imperial fleet was waiting for them like a cobra in ambush.
   How many shock batteries were deployed by the evil power militants. Only a sharp rapprochement with the ships of the enemy and an attempt to impose a dump - able to detach the death of the rebels.
   But Vladyka Fushet even foreseen this ... Clouds in semi-annihilation dust envelop the combat starships of the almost incalculable fleet of the cosmic empire. When they hit the destroyers and boats break out, like a gas-stained cotton wool. And larger vessels, having received damage, look like fortified areas, subjected to the strongest bombardment.
   A two-legged bat flew off the wing. By its beautiful intelligent being, whispers a prayer to the god of quarks ... After all, after the death of the creature and their intelligent component they migrate to the quark - a miniature universe and there continue their way of life.
   Of course, from God the quark depends on who will incarnate in this subelementary particle - the son of a slave, a king, or maybe an archmage ?!
   And the bat itself languidly wiggles - the locator ears and deprived of protection - the fighting suit is broken ... cools down in a vacuum.
   Imperial soldiers from the opposite side, too, bear, albeit to a lesser extent, losses. Ordinary staff can not even be called people. These clones of the mercenary are Draka. Obedient, growing five times faster than ordinary people and well-trained.
   The damaged imperial boat is dying. Clone warriors do not panic. With cold prudence, but without unnecessary fuss, they try to save their lives. Number 1874 lost his right leg. It hurts, but this pain is not entirely human.
   She gives an unpleasant signal to the brain, but is not so sharp as to cause cries and moans. The soldier himself does not think much about the fact that he was injured. Moreover, you can easily produce a completely tolerable process or clone a separate limb without problems. So without complexes and do not bother your comrades.
   The imperial soldier is poor in emotions, he is essentially a biorobot. Even the faces of all the same - the difference can only be in age - alas, and clones grow old! But some small passions and attachments can also be found in them.
   Here is one of them in a breast pocket hidden strawberry cockroach - a hybrid cockroach and strawberries. Very cute animal, capable of making up to twelve similar to the nightingale trill melodies.
   The three fighters, along with the raspberry cockroach, sprayed on the atoms in the plasma vortex. Then their numbers will be called, and the priest will sparingly perform the rite of purification. A paradise with diamond palaces and gurias is supposed to have been lost. Fart Fidious tries to introduce a new religion: aggressive monotheism, where he is the emperor - the hypostasis of the Most High God.
   In the galaxy, tens of thousands of inhabited worlds, and millions of life-threatening planets. There are many different, sometimes very bizarre religions in them, and the black lord of the fsitsh dreams to unite the worlds in worship of their one cult.
   The uprising that swept a large part of the galaxy threatened the existence of a new empire. But now ... Imperial starships squeeze the trap. Thousands of rebel ships are annihilated, or hopelessly damaged. Attracting rays are picked up by half-charred or continuing to smolder the starship of the insurgents.
   They are then used for useful purposes, and from the prisoners can come out excellent slaves with a channeled brain, or food, protoplasmic mass.
   Fart Freuder two cybernetic girls-nurse mounted back the severed hand.
   The black lord dully panted:
   - You can rejoice your Majesty ... The rebel rod is broken, and the galaxy can finally find peace!
   The lord of the fsitches bassfully uttered:
   - Peace in the cemetery - the movement is the basis of existence!
   The emperor of the cosmic empire, peers into the light cruiser, looking like a killer whale. Kalevan is also a descendant of the Jedi, the illegitimate son of Neusa Sindu himself. Only he did not inherit the ability to control power, but with a light sword fights better than Gluck Fkaikora. Or maybe a black guy just did not get a mentor to Fisch for himself as a mentor?
   In any case, what is in the Caralevan, and Fidious feels it. A gifted person or an innocent person is always noticeable - like a burning coal in a thermal imager ...
   The light cruiser Caralevan, has already received almost deadly damage and slows down its movement. Here the blue-green cutter of the rebels managed to break through the semi-annihilation dust and ram the imperial frigate. Both metal masses were flattened, and then another, rich palette pattern was added to the multicolored range of space fireworks.
   The emperor of the space power gives the order:
   - Light cruiser "Hope" catch the attracting beam and immerse in a special field! Take all the passengers alive!
   Fart Freder, looking at the gorgeous figures of girls-biorobots, felt the greatest yearning. What, is it in the color of years to become a cripple, not capable of sex? Lose half of the body and be immersed in a life-support suit. Of course, he is better than healed in ancient times - he can walk, run and even fight well. But the most important thing that a man has, he is hopelessly lost.
   Although there is still hope - for clones. Perhaps his soul will find a real and healthy body ...
   Before the eyes of the black lord, the timid shadow of a flash of memories of a recent light-sword duel.
   The skill of his boy Gluck has increased noticeably. Movement gained rapidity and at the same time prudence. And the main thing in his son raged true anger, trickling torrents of dark power. Extraordinarily capable boy!
   He is quite capable of perishing the fitsich empire rising up. And then instead of the utopian idea of the revival of the confederative, galactic republic - there will be an era of chaos, mess and long internecine wars.
   How powerful is not the power of the Fsschs - it is still better than the disintegration of a single state formation and the reign of chaos, when the most terrible form of dictatorship reigns: the dictatorship of every strong over every weak one!
   And not so bad Vladyka Fidious ... Becoming emperor, he led a brutal war against corruption, organized crime and the mafia. If, during the republic, official bureaucrats became a system, then under Vladyka Fishekh: thieves and bribe-takers were cruelly executed or sent to plutonium mines.
   New planets began to assimilate, and old ones should be improved. Especially those worlds that were listed among the backward, and for them even the water pipe was a curiosity.
   One of the earliest decrees of the emperor was the prohibition of slavery. For the slave trade and the kidnapping of people, the death penalty or life imprisonment relied. True, because of the war with the rebellious alliance, it was necessary to turn a blind eye to the Faths' lawlessness, since the empire constrained by civil war could not afford to open a second front.
   But now they will finally be able to deal with serious order-setting and consolidation of the vast and still untapped spaces.
   Kalevan, despite the fact that the last starships of the free alliance were already dying, never gave the order for retreat and breakthrough.
   A nice, curly guy with a chocolate color, a pleasant face with almost European features, broad shoulders and a waist waist, kept the appearance of calm.
   The father of Kalevan, the master of Sindu, was a great warrior. In a duel he was able to disarm the most black lord of the fsits. Another blow and with the dictatorship of the dark side would be done away with. It was then that the intervention of Fanakin Fkeyaker led to a coup.
   Kalevan, fiercely hated the murderer of his father - Fart Freder, and wanted to get even with him at any cost.
   He led the attack on the "Star annihilation" under construction and was now suffering unbearably, seeing his comrades die in a hopeless attack.
   It's a pity and ships ... After all, every spaceship is not just a pile of metal. It has its own unique soul in its own way.
   Here in the cruiser "Hope", ragged holes grow. On the edges of these ulcers are bluish and greenish lights. And carbon fiber reinforced with intense pain.
   Girl-General Monica Missouri, dragging a heavily wounded tiger crab Tlack. Also cute, surely shorter hands. Wool at the tiger, four-color, and the strips go twisting waves. At the same time, the pink shell is punched, and the tail is burned and smoked. In the spaceship in general, it's very hot.
   Caralevan, shakes off the sweat and pleads with a full pain in tone, says:
   - A bit more! I believe Folo!
   The legendary pilot-smuggler at this moment is also nervous. The "Star of Annihilation" continues to shell the pathetic remnants of the insurgent fleet. Her rays became weaker and thinner, but grew quantitatively.
   Ninety per cent of the rebel forces are disabled or simply destroyed.
   Vruki or Fubakko on his own, not very understandable humanoid language roars:
   "Brothers!" Brothers! Extinguish the star!
   Solo calms down his partner, and even threatens him with a finger:
   - Calm down Fubakko ... Our guys know what they're doing ...
   Princess Lake, jumped out like a devil from a snuffbox. A beautiful girl, with light red, wavy hair, and an athletic figure. A manly chin, and widely spaced, emerald with gleaming sapphire eyes, on the strong neck of the warrior.
   The Amazon woman is merciless, strangling Fjabbu herself and simultaneously in her eyes full of kindness and even some naivety.
   The warrior princess almost yells in the ear of Folo:
   "Can not you see ... The Imperials have included a duplicate generator, and therefore the star of death is invulnerable!"
   The pilot-smuggler with irony answers it:
   - Beloved - this is not a problem! Let's find the alternator and destroy it!
   Fubakko growled loudly.
   "Woo, death to the Imperials!"
   A detachment of saboteurs is small, but many Aborigines have fled. It was these funny bears, having lost, not one hundred warriors managed to break the imperial regiment with walking tanks.
   The gold-cast robot Fennie whispers:
   - O "Millennial kite", you turn into a rusty cutlet!
   Solo's eyes flashed, a foamy wine of anger. And he commanded:
   - Find and destroy the dubbing generators!
  But, it seems, the team was somewhat late - several heavy imperial regiments were already advancing, on a small diversionary group and dared to vyaknut, against the dark power of the natives.
   In addition to the usual similar to the fat, steel-casting camels of tanks, moved more elaborate and perfect, soaring over the ground hexagonal discs with battle radiators-springs.
   Funny bears, with very large widely spaced eyes, and spreading ears of Cheburashka, raised a sour, mosquito squeak. Some of them began to paw, shake like a fan of spotted ears.
   Thousands of beasts armed with bows, spears, darts, sling-reminded the fanciful, shaggy Australian aborigines.
   But they had some intelligence. Not without reason several walking tanks were destroyed in traps, one captured stood on "prikole".
   Princess Lake, seeing that the mood of the special purpose group fell, sang:
   "We are peaceful people, but our armored train, before the speed of light had time to accelerate ... Let's kiss!"
   Foleau picked up the heavy, combat still not able to cool the blaster, and shouted:
   "It is better to die with a sword worthy than to live like a wolf: that endures the whips - stalls!"
   A twin laser gun, a stepping, imperial tank spat out a burning, ultraplasma chewing gum. A dozen trees rushed, as if a match had broken a blast wave. Then the foliage flared, and the animal, deadly wounded by the hot flames, choked on fire. The other, burning up, frightenedly flew away from the merciless flame. New shots rang out. Lilac and canary-flowered tongues, ran through the trees, breaking off the trunks.
   Imperial tanks dotted the surface of the planet and burned the jungle in checkerboard pattern. And the low-flying hexagonal diskettes began to unfold their outwardly not too terrible radiators.
   The Princess Warrior whispered to her lover Folo:
   "You understand that we are doomed!"
   The pilot-smuggler answered coolly, to the beautiful redhead:
   - I thought so too ... When we were captured and laser guns were brought ... It's not a payoff, not a payoff, but it falls ... and now!
   In response to the words of Folo, hexagonal diskettes opened fire ... Of springs-antennas, streams of light orange waves poured. They splashed like an energy geyser, blasting plants and leaves, causing them to slightly bend.
   But when they hit a little animal, terrible things happened to them ... Animals were not just destroyed, they were disfigured - turning into an intractable abomination. Crushed and purulent jellyfish, convulsively twitching ... A pitiful career was in the bears - do not envy!
   Fart Freder swallowed power and inspired by success in the battle with the rebels deafeningly roared:
   - Magogravitational radiation is working! Presumptive calculations are justified!
   The three-dimensional projection showed the black lord and the jungle, and the imperial vultures, which watered the surface of the planet with a mixture of technical magic - a simplified manifestation of some types of dark force, and a gravitational agent.
   Thick, with trees as large as Roman shields, were bent under the influence of waves. From them, the aboriginals ambushed by the ambush fell. Already in the air, the Bears turned into the devil knows what. Slime, pus, alive ulcers slapped to the ground.
   And this is much worse than the trivial ruptures of the ultrasplasma guns of the blaster type, which sluggishly snarled from clumsily walking tanks, or even annihilation torpedoes that generate tsunamis - capable of flooding entire continents.
   Numerous animals, screamed more strongly, in its many thousands of multisided.
   Fennie's robot, the one that the future Fart Freud designed, while still a slave boy on Satuin, propilikal. This he so encouraged his faithful:
   "I'm your god!" Do not be afraid!
   Fubakko snatched both his own, richly decorated with precious stones, the ray. Vruki was magnificent, with a high forehead, like a big humanized bear, with sharp ivory tusks, and purple, widely set eyes.
   Juicy jets of ionized ultraplasma escaped from his racemates. The luminous flux was not uniform, in its length, it was dim, then it was shining like a newborn star.
   The hexagonal disk was hit, and began to melt slowly. The rebel warriors supported Fubacca, concentrating the fire on a mortally wound hexahedron. Explosion, covered the tops of the trees with a glow with a photo table ... Several nearby discotheques, having received damage, desperately leaned back.
   Fart Freder yelled:
   - We leave! Walking tanks to strengthen the fire!
   Wrocki threw away the glowing white rays. His rough hands were blistered - hand weapons were transferred to maximum power. Otherwise, a flying saucer will not be knocked down ... But now the Aborigines have become accustomed. They believed in the new gods, and howled into the attack.
  Behind the tanks were moving on heavy, graviocycles, imperial soldiers. The blaster beams brought down, a whole network of destructive lightning on the roaring tribe of the natives. Piles of melted and burnt bodies were piled up between fallen or bent trees.
   Imperial clones fired accurately. Their quick-blaster blasters are more effective than automatic weapons. And what could the savages oppose to them?
   In addition, that the bears did not have time to have time to build new traps, for walking tanks. So I had to fight improvising.
   Black warrior-saboteur turned the traffic jam, began to deploy captured from the Imperial tank. The walking gear looked awkward.
   Princess Lake, who never changed humor, noticed:
   - Who designed such an assembly? He must be the enemy of the empire!
   Outwardly never discouraged Folo sang:
   - Then one day in the Ellipse I found the false teeth - that unit with the syrup apparatus!
   The trophy walking tank tried to cover the enemy from a distance. Of course, for a beam weapon, the distance is almost irrelevant (although air resistance should be taken into account!), But in this case the shot slid along the streamlined body of a man-made "camel".
   Vruki bitterly wounded, can hardly be disassembled:
   - Antipulsary dunce ....
   Folo supported Fubakku:
   - You know I ... You can miss, just to break all the bets, to your hit!
   Princess Lake strongly decided to throw off her spiked imperial boots. In a puzzled look Folo, the warrior replied:
   - A bare sole will sharpen my mental sensations! We can not be beaten by brute force!
   Indeed, in space, the battle has almost ceased. Light cruiser "Hope" tightened the antichronos in the field, attracting the beam. The rest of the rebel starships are either destroyed or hopelessly disabled.
   Only the legendary smuggling boat "Millennial Falcon" is still intact. Calendo Falrissian and his charming partner Olivia, a pleasant mustachioed black-businessman and muscular, very figurine and sexy blonde.
   The warrior prefers to fight the holonoy, and thanks to this she perfectly manages a small spaceship. Almost no hits, and the "Millennium Bucket" on the fly!
   Kalando whispers to her partner:
   - My favorite ... Not to say, but we are the last hope to soak the star of death!
   Olivia, rubbing her bare feet on the control panel, exclaims capriciously:
   - Well, you have expressions too ... You only wet in the toilet, and we'll wipe out the "Annihilation Star" powder - spraying it into quarks in the universe!
   Almost next to them, one of the last destroyers of the insurgent fleet burst. The "Millennium Bucket" shook. Another warrior in one bikini (black Kalando was very fond of pretty women, especially blondes!), She croaked her head into the control panel.
   Luckily for her, the carbon fiber saw it, and the beauty, slightly deafened herself, flopped a lush ass on the scaly cover of the spaceship.
   Olivia encouraged her.
   - Do not sit on Gerd's photon, everything is under control!
   However, the increased aroma of ozone, and the streams of hot air, bursting from all the cracks, said - "Millennium Kornette" has already received a wound incompatible with a long life.
   Both barely covered beauty bikinis fell on Calendo. Their golden-olive bodies glistened with sweat, as oiled and wasted the aroma: honey, nutmeg, field tropical herbs.
   The girl whispered in black to the black man:
   "Fly away the cloud, fly away!"
   Kalando tried to free himself, and throw off his hands, imploring:
   "In our ship, the only chance of an uprising." Otherwise, all victims will be in vain!
   In response, Gerda picked up the joystick with its bare, graceful fingers of strong and agile legs. She tossed the gravy wave control panel, catching her, chiseled, resilient sole. And Olivia, already with her long but even and harmonious toes, began to manage the "Millennium Kite".
   An extra-class businessman, Calando, tried to take the console away, but the sweet lips of Gerda found his lips and imprinted a deep kiss. So sweet, and beckoning was stupid, that a black man felt dizzy. And Olivia already began to unbutton the belt, seductively moving her pink tongue.
   Both girls are wound up, they are so hot and lascivious, yet they are adept, like the serpent priestesses.
   Nevertheless, the hot occupation of love, did not interfere with their barefooted, sharpened fingers, using the gravity wave joystick to control the "Millennium Kite". The warriors pressed the buttons in turn, trusting not their eyesight, but their intuition and the inimitable magic of Eros!
  And a small ship glided masterfully past the fiery strips of ultra-lasers.
   But fevokam, these funny teddy bears had nowhere to go. Now walking tanks, and caterpillar vehicles were coming from all sides. Tens of thousands of imperial soldiers, and hundreds of walking tanks, as well as triple spikes ... Jungle glowed ....
   A few ultrabluster beams pierced the captured tank by the insurgents. The tower burst like a glass of gunpowder. Remained only, cast iron-charred mechanical feet. The black guy died. And since he was a cosmic Muslim, and fell in battle, his soul rushed to Jannat with thousands of beautiful and ever-young guri.
   The Princess Warrior whispered:
   - Honor save, if life can not be saved!
   A girl of august blood tore off the remains of her clothes. Her naked, strong, slender body, covered with a chocolate tan on Fatuin, was like amber against the background of bluish grass. The bare feet of the princess left graceful tracks, scattered, bloody crumb of the remaining favocs and insurgents.
   . CHAPTER? 19.
   Donald Trump did not have time to finish his story, as the girl appeared. She was muscular and leggy, moving gracefully like a panther, stepping over the leaves with her bare feet. Behind her there was a second girl - also elegant and leggy. Behind her is the third. The girls surrounded a detachment of five individuals. Some of them walked, others rode on snails, silvery and agile. Others moved on ladybirds. And the leader, the most beautiful and golden-haired one, walked on a caterpillar with a colorful, multicolored rings.
   The girls were different in minimum clothes. Only beads covering naked breasts, very short skirts with a belt to which were attached daggers and swords. All tanned, dark chocolate, but with blanched in three suns, blond hair.
   The older and knowledgeable many languages of Maffa spoke to the Amazons. They answered her in an incomprehensible language.
   The experienced elf wrote:
   "They want to drink good wine for the holiday!"
   Donald Trump smiled and replied:
   - I have a tablecloth-samobranka, and I can always provide you what you need.
   Maffa with a smile of the Mona Lisa on her lips remarked:
   - Everything is not so simple, in gratitude for this they offer you to become their leader.
   Donald was embarrassed. At another time and in another place, he certainly was glad to become the leader of such beauties. The girls are all young and none looks older than twenty-five. And especially beautiful is their golden-haired leader. But how, the same search for an unchanging joker. He would like to leave for himself - all the time to win a valuable gift in the cards. Especially in this universe love and know how to play.
   Trump said in confusion:
   "But I have absolutely no time." Tell them that I can not accept this honor.
   Maffe translated with sadness in her voice:
   "They are extremely saddened by your refusal." And upset to the depths of the soul.
   Donald corrected the sword a hundred heads from the shoulders. Weighed in his hands the Magoblaster captured as a result of the disassembly. Then the second one is even more powerful. And Maffa has such a rare sword. In the case of a dump, they will break, and all will be cut. Especially their opponents, only swords and spears. Even bows and crossbows do not. It's strange how they hunt different kinds of creatures? Charming savages! Yes, on the other hand, to kill this beauty is beyond all his strength.
   Donald politely said:
   "Do you need any other services from us that do not take so long?"
   Muffa translated, the golden-haired leader answered. Her voice was so wonderful and like airy sugar.
   "Yes, we can let you move." If you accept our gratitude, make love to us.
   Donald's similar perspective more than arranged. And he shook his head violently, cooing:
   - Of course.
   A young man-billionaire spread out a tablecloth-samobranka. There were selected, the most expensive and exquisite wines. And to them a luxurious, worthy of the tsars snack.
   The girls crossed their bare legs and sat down. They were very sexy, and it looks like they were hungry. With joy, the girls began to absorb delicious dishes of magic cuisine.
   Next to Donald was the golden-haired leader: a girl of unparalleled beauty. She leaned her elbows on the young man, stroked his shoulders.
   Trump put his hand in his hands and began to tap her scarlet nipple on an olive-chocolate chest. The bust of the beauty immediately swelled and became firmer. The girl opened her lips and softly groaned. Then she bent down and kissed Donald. The young man actively responded to her.
  Other girls began to embrace the elf, and even caress the boy Eugene. The boy growled quite a bit at the touch of half-naked warriors.
   Donald Trump did not object. He was always an adherent of free morals. And he did not demand of himself, nor from his entourage, a sanctimonious attitude to marital duty. Here and now, Donald decided that the attitude toward harassing warriors is a personal matter for the boy and the elf. Let them decide to answer them for love or not.
   Donald felt the hot lips kissing his neck. How pleasant it is to not convey in words. Trump was about to pounce and pile up the golden-haired girl when he suddenly felt a burn. He was bitten right in the neck. The vampire's sharp fangs broke through the main artery and injected a sleepy potion. Trump all swam before his eyes. He saw that both Maffa and the other elves with the boy were closing their eyes. And they fainted from bites.
   More experienced and strong girl-terminator Maffa managed at the last moment to escape and shout:
   "Female ghouls!"
   The last phrase explained, they ran into vampires capable of sunbathing and not afraid of the sun. Those that are characteristic of the eastern peoples of the Earth.
   A young billionaire was immersed in a deep sleep, the dope of vampires acted in full force.
   Donald Trump dreamed of getting into Nicholas II. Also very interesting and intriguing pogdanka. Especially the end of 1916, full of difficulties and horrors. The country is exhausted by the protracted First World War. The truth is, there are some successes. The Brusilov breakthrough overwhelmed Austrian troops. Successes were also achieved against Turkey, including the capture of Erzerum. The Austrians lost more than a million dead and wounded, and almost half a million prisoners during the Brusilov breakthrough. The Austrian empire is also on the verge of exhaustion. But riots also break out in Russia, and the palace revolution is most important. And the latter is much more serious. All riots are capable of suppressing the numerous garrison and the royal guard. But if the enemy is in your circle ...
   Donald Trump decided to act in his favorite manner - he did not drag chestnuts out of the fire, but offered Austria and Germany. Of course, this is a separate agreement, but is not that typical for the clever Donald. The proposal for the central powers is quite advantageous: a world without annexations and indemnities.
   The Germans hesitated. The last year of 1916 was unsuccessful. It was not possible to take Verdun. And the battles on Sonoma forced the Germans to make a little push.
   In the Pacific, the Japanese and the British seized almost all the colonies of the German Empire. And after the initial successes, the Germans began to suffer defeat in Africa, losing colonies. In the sea of victory, too, while not on the side of Germany.
   So the reason to conclude a separate peace with the Germans was. After all
   Russia is forty percent of all land forces of the Entente. Almost half, and the like to turn off for Germans a huge plus.
   Germany and especially the Austrians positively accepted the idea of peace. But the stumbling block was Turkey. Trump wanted to grab a piece from the Ottoman Empire, too.
   But the Germans did not want to surrender their ally. After long disputes, a compromise was reached: Russia receives from Turkey Erzerum and the other already conquered lands, and leaves the war.
   Trump did it. Since Russia withdrew from the First World War with some territorial acquisitions. And she did not completely lose her face. The Germans were able to unleash considerable forces, and got the opportunity to buy from Russia some raw materials. Then Germany naturally launched an offensive. First in the Balkans, capturing Greece. The United States, frightened that Britain and France would lose the war, hurried to enter the armed conflict.
   The Germans finally captured the Balkans in the winter of 1916-1917. And in the spring they launched an offensive in France. At the cost of huge losses, they managed to advance to Paris, to capture many prisoners and certain trophies.
   Donald even felt anxious, watching such battles. But all the same, after all, France will not stand. But the Americans brought fresh forces into the battle, and near Paris the Germans were met by powerful fortified defenses. Corrupted the German wedge in the positions of the allies. Paris did not manage to take, although the city was surrounded on three sides and fairly destroyed.
   And Trump that time made tanks, and new planes.
   He tried to use the knowledge of the future for the development of military technology. The Germans in 1917 made major strides against Italy. They defeated the macaroni in the north and captured the Venetian region. Only the introduction of the action of fresh parts of the Aglians, French, Americans saved Italy from total defeat. But the shock was serious.
   But despite considerable damage to the city, Paris managed to keep it. So the Allies retained some domination. Although the Germans captured the Balkans, much of Italy and France. In addition, they helped the Turks beat the British and the French from Palestine, and go to the Suez Canal. The situation of the Allies worsened, but the Americans were building up their forces by the end of 1917 against the Germans, there were already more than eighty divisions of the Yankees. A couple of bodies of agreement
  send to Europe and Japan. What made Germany worse.
   Nevertheless, in the spring of 1918 the Germans launched a new offensive. They sought to get to Port de Calais and cut off supplies of new compounds to the continent. This tactic was almost unsuccessful. The Germans were able to significantly extend, and only a significant number of American chastes were able to stop the offensive by Bosch. Germany by the end of the summer of 1918 was finally exhausted. And the Allies launched an operation to consistently attack the positions of the Germans.
   Germany, however, was still very strong and fiercely resisted. But gradually the Allies conquered one part of the territory to another. At the end of December, the Germans were pushed back from Paris, and from Picardy. But they still retained Belgium. The losses of the Allies in the battles with Germany were also enormous. However, in the spring of 1919, the Austrians began to be forced out of northern Italy. And their army was threatened with complete destruction. Repatriated and Turks. And the allies fought towards Brussels towards the end of May. Under these conditions, Trump seeing the already inevitable defeat of Germany violated the conditions of peace and entered the war. At the same time using the newest tanks, and airplanes. Trump, having a general concept of technology, of course, could strengthen the Russian army. Including modernizing the Mosin rifle.
   Anyone could shake the Russian army's entry. And the Germans of whom all the forces are constrained in the West, even more so. They have this extra blow that sledgehammer on the bald. And the Russian, tsarist army moved along German expanses, on tanks and more advanced airplanes. The summer of 1919 passed in heavy battles for Germans. Russian troops went to the Oder and crossed this deep river. As a result, Berlin was surrounded. Of course, such a large and fortified city would be extremely difficult to take. But the Germans were cut off from their own communications. As a result, Chancellor Wilhelm signed an agreement on the unconditional surrender of Germany. And Austria-Hungary over the summer when the Russians in the beginning of September came to Vienna and completely disintegrated. Turkey was also devastated.
   As a result, the time has come for a redivision of the world. The osman empire disappeared from the world map. Britain received the southern and central regions of Iraq and Palestine, France Syria, and Russia north of Iraq, Asia Minor, Istanbul and the Straits. Austria-Hungary also disappeared from the political map. Russia got herself all of Galicia, Bukovyntsu, Krakow and the surrounding lands, Slovakia and the Czech Republic. Hungary gained independence, but turned out to be truncated. Romania, on the contrary, expanded to include Transylvania. Formed the kingdom of Yugoslavia. And Austria became a small European country with a monarchy. Germany lost Klaipeda, Poznan, Danzig, part of East Prussia. In addition, the Germans returned the previously conquered lands of France and Denmark. Germany was also deprived of all its colonies.
  Strongly pinched the Germans. Bulgaria was the cheapest to lose, and it suffered minor territorial losses.
   Thus, a new world was established. The Treaty was signed at Versailles, and the agreements were named Versailles. Tsarist Russia expanded its territory. And Nicholas II was more and more often called great.
   The economy of Russia developed rapidly after the war. Probably the highest in the world. While other countries, especially Britain, have experienced stagnation.
   By 1929, Russia outperformed the United States in terms of production level. True, the gap remained significant. But left behind France, Britain and Germany. Thus, the Trump doctrine of the reigning Tsar Nicholas triumphed. But 1929 was marked by a worldwide crisis and a great depression. The deterioration of the economy has affected the whole world. It also happened in Russia. But a greater level of concentration of capital and centralization of the economy made it possible to mitigate the consequences of the collapse. In 1931, Japan announced the establishment of a puppet imperial government in Manchuria. And developed an offensive against China. This was the reason for Russia's entry into the war. Although a strong Russian army has long wanted to take revenge over the country of the rising sun. But Trump in foreign policy was inclined to wait and be cautious. In any case, up to a certain point. And Japan has exceeded all the limits of caution.
   Yes, a victorious war could distract the people from the deterioration of the economic situation. Moreover, the army was equipped with powerful tanks, aircraft and even helicopters. So there is something to fight with, and this is not so much the army that fought the samurai in 1904-1905. And much more significant forces.
   The commanders of the Russian Imperial Army were marshals Denikin and Kornilov. Their attacks proved to be strong with the use of tank armies and air corps. The Japanese shook the capitals, and just three weeks after the outbreak of hostilities, the Royal Army besieged Port Arthur. The city-fortress was taken in two weeks. Japan got on the nose. And in the sea commanded the legendary Admiral Kolchak. It was a little more difficult, but the quality superiority on the side of Russia.
   So you can fight, and act confidently. The Japanese suffered defeat after defeat. The Russian army occupied Korea, and took it under control. Then the tank columns went south, knocking out the Japanese from China. It turned out that several boilers were created. Samurai fought desperately, but faced with superiority in strength and skill. Particularly dangerous were Russian medium tanks. They possessed both power and speed and armor, capturing more and more new lands. And the Japanese only have light and primitive wigs.
  
  During the four months of the battle, the Russians occupied almost the whole of China, the south of Sakhalin and the Kuril Range. And on the fifth month there was a landing in Hokkaido. The Japanese could not repulse the offensive of superior Russian forces. As a result, a catastrophic situation was created. Arrived from the Baltic, the Russian fleet occupied the island of Taiwan. Thus, creating a threatening situation for the Japanese on their southern borders.
   The samurai had already talked about peace, but Donald Trump insisted on an exceptional surrender. The war continued. In March 1932, the Russians landed at Tokyo. As a result, the capital of Japan was first surrounded, and then taken.
   With its fall, it ended with the hegemony of the samurai in the Pacific. Donald-Nicholas laid the crown of the Japanese emperor. It was necessary precisely so - to put an end to the constant threat that hung over Russia from the east. And at the same time to subdue the Japanese parts, and considerable naval forces. And as a result, Russia began to dominate already palpably, in the whole world and in the Pacific, of course.
   Donald in 1917 divorced his former wife and chose a young and beautiful passion. She gave birth to him in 1919 a healthy and strong son. As a result, the dynasty became stronger. And the Tsarevich Alexei, because of a serious illness, was deprived of the right to the throne. What interests of the empire above all else. And Donald followed them. Once you have a healthy heir, so what else do you want? After the victory over Japan, Trump began to be called Nicholas the Great.
   And he achieved great achievements. And the economy emerged from the recession. Oh, Donald, how else are you planning?
   Trump did not prevent Hitler from coming to power in Germany. Why would this neurasthenic with an antennae and not use for their own purposes? Sooner or later we will have to fight with France and Britain. There, why not have an offended, but economically powerful Germany, your ally.
   Russia and Britain divided Afghanistan. And in 1925 and Iran. In 1927, it was finally done between Russia, Britain, France and the USA, Saudi Arabia and the whole Arabian peninsula. But this section has caused a lot of controversy with the borders and shuffling of various Arab tribes. Moreover, it is not very convenient for Russia to contact its territories in Saudi Arabia because of the cut borders.
   Contradictions in the capitalist world grew. Italy, where the fascists came to power, was able to seize the last independent country in Africa, Ethiopia.
   The war of the Italians caused a lot of criticism of the free world press, but it was supported by the government of official Russia and first of all by Tsar Nicholas II.
  The Entente has finished the world, and now the encounters within were inevitable. Donald Trump has concluded a special union between Russia, Italy and Germany, directed against France and Britain. The United States is still busy with internal problems and behaving passively in foreign policy. So on the side of Russia power: the best, more advanced technology. After all, Donald also used the knowledge of the future in order to strengthen his position within Russia. And, of course, modernize the army. Create new types of weapons, such as for example disk-shaped helicopters, and jet-powered aircraft, far ahead of other countries of the Entente. Reactive aviation and in fact has enormous advantages over the screw. And that than can really be used in the Second World War. And destroy the enemy. True Germany Hitler does not look too strong. Especially its tank potential remains. And aviation is not to say the least. And in the tsarist Russia, the average tanks reached not elevated for other heights. And heavy and there are no opponents at all. Yes, and jet aircraft shows such indicators that other air fleets and did not dream. This is the demonstration of tremendous success. And the Russian navy got up. Other countries need to work hard to achieve such indicators, and try to fight.
   Hitler certainly raged, but could really claim from Trump only as a junior military partner. To climb a cockroach with antennae for the main role. Holy Russia itself will pile up the earth. And what the demoniac Hitler can? Just play at rallies, and shake the little mustache. But in fact it is zero without a wand, because it has no real power.
   Now Russia is strong enough to strike ...
   Donald's pleasant dream was interrupted. He woke up from gentle stroking touches to his body. A few girls were clinging to Trump's handsome, naked, chained lad. It's even interesting to be such a slave. But the Amazonian girls wanted a male body. And literally raped Donald. This, of course, is pleasant, and at the same time extremely humiliating.
   Trump's young body was very strong and hardy. And he sustained several hours of continuous lovemaking with insatiable Amazons.
   There was also a golden-haired girl-vampire or ghoul. She grinned, looking at Donald's cunning little locks.
   "Well, my sweetie ... I'm sorry, but we've missed men so much for centuries." And we really want your body.
   Tired with voluptuous waves, the young man replied:
   - What ... When I was President of the United States, I dreamed of a harem. But, even with great power, he could not afford this. And now the dream has come true!
   The golden-haired girl laughed and said:
   - I love temperamental men. You will be mine!
   And the girl saddled the young man. And it was good for Donald and disgusting at the same time. Although the body of course in the Amazon top class. But already at it advantage from an overload swells up. As tortured.
   After that, Donald fell asleep again. But not for long ... He was awakened. They gave me food and then drove back to the "labor watch". If you can say so. And the voluptuous nightmare continued. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed, and the eight girls clinging to Trump rang out to the sides, howling and roaring like scalded.
   Maff holding a gun, yelling:
   - Enough! Enjoy! Away from here until you are not destroyed at all.
   Three elves with weapons are a force and they had to joke and do not intend to. The warriors scoffed and growled menacingly.
   Donald, having risen and shaking off the scraps of chains, remarked:
   - And still funny. Clever I poked!
   Maffa nodded, and pointed to the boy hanging on the shoulder, unconscious:
   "That's how they bullied the bitch." Almost did not kill!
   Donald nodded in agreement.
   - Yes, it looks like them! Lust knows no bounds!
   Maffa handed Trump the medallion of the magical Hypervora:
   "Let us bear it, let's get out of here!" Otherwise there will be bloodshed on this planet!
   Donald turned to his companion:
   "Well, are you ready?"
   He squeaked in response:
   - Always ready!
   Tram roared like a wounded bear:
   - So carry me and my team faster! Since there is no possibility to endure.
   And the medallion cut the speed limit to get away from the Amazon chant without exterminating their tribe.
   Donald Trump did not want to exterminate their pretty tribe. These beautiful girls. Which embodied the standard of warlikeness and seduction. And who will raise his hand to destroy this. Although of course the fact that they raped the boy is an extremely disgusting act. The adult woman abused the child to satisfy her animal lust. It's really too much. And then that can not cause approval.
  The stars swam in space, moved, as if smeared with paint. And Donald Trump felt like he was smeared in space. But in any case, they broke out of this turbidity. Where the hellish passion was really bubbling. And they were carried far away. And broke away from the inevitable.
   When Donald Trump woke up, they were in a very interesting world.
   They ended up in a city where ... There was no gravity. And the gravityless objects hovered in the air.
   And the city of the wondrous planet soared without a point of support. On it unusual monsters flied. Donald Trump took with him all the good that he was supplied with. And he turned out to be a tough guy. Especially in a world without gravity. Where everyone strive to pin themselves to the surface. Their pentagon hardly moored in a certain place.
   And around the innumerable variety of posters that twist the advertising of thousands of channels.
   And the medallion demanded a regular history for the next move. It was necessary for Donald to strain his imagination. It's not that simple. Especially local residents prefer to move upside down. And generally similar, to bipedal rodents with a dozen proboscis on their heads. They fussed and constantly tried to sell something.
   And fly-by-air billboards with various colorful offers to sell or buy something, or something to invest immeasurably and not measured.
   Maffa literally fought off them with her feet, and swords. It's funny how obsession can be advertising in a large city. Donald drew attention:
   "The boy has heels!"
   Muffa hissed angrily.
   "It was they who mocked the child." Not only that literally raped a handsome boy, so also a spark!
   Donald whistled, and gave out:
   - Yes ... this is really lawless!
   In the meantime, they were attacked with advertisements. Also obsessively demanded to buy a batch of new chips. Behind them raced bears with balalaika and advertised vodka with honey. After them the hockey players with the clubs were racing, and they waved it so vigorously that it even seemed that this surf lifted the foam.
   Then came the seagulls with frogs' mouths, and also opened their muzzles, it seemed toothless mouths advertised toothpaste.
   And how many more aircraft dissecting the heavenly vaults. And each has its own advertising emblem and promotion. And all this rushes, as if pulsing champagne and many thousands of bottles.
   Capuchinka asked Trump:
   "Tell me quickly, some story, and indeed indeed, we get stuck with advertising."
   . CHAPTER? 20
   Donald grinned and began to weave a story. This time there is no historical subject;
   Emelian Pugachev is still a relatively young and strong Cossack, capable and hot decided on the biggest adventure in his life. Namely, he organized a Cossack revolt. Moreover, the peasant proclaimed himself to be Emperor Peter the Third. Ruined by a protracted war with the Ottoman Empire, the country gladly accepted the impostor. Emelian managed to collect the dissatisfied Yaik Cossacks, begin their march to Orenburg. The Icelandic Cossacks, Kalmyks, Bashkirs, Tatars, Kirghiz, local serf peasants and even some soldiers and officers joined the impostor. At first the Pugachevites were promoted by success, their army grew.
   But the prolonged siege of Orenburg allowed the tsarist government to accumulate forces and transfer troops from the border. Under Tatishchevo, Pugachev gave General Golitsyn a general battle. The ten thousand strong army of the Pugachevites, after a fierce battle, was defeated, and the leader of the uprising fled. The attempt to rebuff the government troops under the fortress of Belozerskaya ended in the defeat and captivity of many associates of the self-styled tsar.
   Then followed the flight and long persecution of Emelian by government troops. After the death of General-Anshef Bibikov serious disagreements, among the tsarist commanders they allowed Emelyan Pugachev to reassemble forces and conquer several factories and fortresses.
   But then he was again defeated by Decolong. But Emelyan did not give up. After several skirmishes with Mikhelson, he managed to break away from the tsarist troops and move toward Kazan. Almost the whole city was taken from a raid, only the Kremlin was able to withhold Potyomkin's second cousin.
   And why did the ill-fated battle with Michelson happen. Only one thousand two hundred, the truth of the select and well-trained soldiers were able to disperse the crowd of more than twenty thousand people.
   True, most of the army of Emelian was composed by the newly-joined peasants who were not trained in military affairs and not very brave. Twice Emelian Pugachev still tried to strength Michelson. But the tsarist lieutenant colonel was also helped by the noblemen's militia and the garrison from the Kremlin. Broken Emelian Pugachev first moved to Nizhny Novgorod. But the fighting showed that the untrained peasants are useless warriors, and the Kalmyks with the Bashkirs: the Pugachev cavalry - broke away from the impostor and he can not count on replenishing with combat-ready units.
   There was a thought to look for military power on the Don. Especially it was the Don Cossacks who made the most combat-capable part of Stenka Razin's troops. And Emelyan Pugachev was Stenka a great-great-grandson.
   After a series of defeats, the sun of luck seemed to smile again at the pretender. Almost without losses, a number of cities were taken, including such large cities as Saransk, Penza, Saratov, Kamyshin. True, it was possible to keep them for a short time. Mikhelson walked backwards, and if not for the numerous peasant revolts and now and then the emerging crowds, then Pugachev would probably have been overtaken a long time ago.
   The army of the impostor grew ... Most of the Volga Cossacks took his oath of allegiance and met Pugachev with honor. Only a minority, the richest Cossacks, refused to swear allegiance to the peasant king and fled to Tsaritsyn. A select one thousand Don Cossacks also came up there. Three more Cossack regiments who returned from the Turkish war took a waiting attitude: they say who will win, on the other side they will stand up.
   Pugachev, having in the rear of Mikhelson, did not dare to storm the well-fortified Tsaritsyn and moved further down the Volga. Kalmyks joined him, and the Volga Cossacks, founded in the Black Yar.
   The army of Emelian grew to fifteen or seventeen thousand men, and had fifty guns. Entered into the interception of the impostor, Colonel Dietz was killed, and the brigade, partially captured, partially scattered by the Pugachevites. Perhaps Pugachev is stronger than ever. Near Kazan he had more formal troops, but with oak trees. And now there are a lot of Kalmyks, Volga Cossacks and a few hundred who have fled from the Don. Quite a few soldiers were taken from the captured garrisons. Replenished and artillery at the expense of the captured cities, considerable and treasury of Pugachev.
   It's hard to believe, but the Battle of the Solo Band will be the last major battle and will put an end to the uprising. Now Emelian has more power and guns than ever before, and a large number of combat-ready units. But in the army Pugachev has already matured treason, and perhaps this was the reason for such a quick and relatively easy for government troops defeat.
   Petya read a great book, about the rebellion and the peasant war of Emelian Ivanovich, and therefore he wanted to influence her course. After all, he is a Stalinist pioneer, which means he was brought up to sympathize with the insurgents. So it should be helped before it's too late.
   The end of August in the lower Volga region is hot. After the November snow, it's nice to step on bare grass with bare feet. Petya feels well. As if by magic, all wounds and burns healed, healed, corroded salt ulcers. And on the back, on which they beat the red-hot wire, there were no traces of burned incisions. And as soon as the boy managed not only to go through the snow for execution, but also sing?
   It's not bad when a warm summer breeze blows over you, and the Volga is splashing nearby. You can flop into her tender waters to podgresi for yourself. The boy swam well - he dived deeply and opened his eyes and went under the water. Petya served in the intelligence of the partisans, and he knew a lot. He possessed excellent memory, he knew German and English perfectly. He was notable for endurance and patience, he had never been ill in his whole life, although he was barefoot from childhood, often wearing snowballs.
   The war pleased the boy, although he carried a great grief. But to be honest, Petya Rybachenko practically did not know the peaceful life. Five and a half years - half the time since birth, they shoot and bomb. And it's scary, but at the same time fascinating.
   The boy swam a little. It is blissful to lie or splash in a warm cradle, but ... The duty of the pioneer is to help Emelian Pugachev. How could Petya know that this is the place and time?
   It's like someone came down from heaven and dictated like a pioneer boy. And if the debt calls, then it is necessary, to help the peasant king!
   Petya climbed ashore, a soft, velvety slime tickling the boy's calloused sole. The boy with pleasure entered the stones choosing where the sharper. And then rushed, jumping, like an angry hare. Great so! He's free! He runs to Emelian Pugachev - the leader of all the oppressed!
   The boy from all over the place punched his foot into the stone, throwing a blow, a cobblestone and ... slowed down. He is almost naked, in only black, more like a swimming trunks panties. And in this form to appear to the king?
   It is necessary to get at least a little clothes. And the boy began to look for a tool to get at least some decent dress.
   Here their usual reeds can make a pipe and fire from it. Petya quickly built himself a kind of bow. Although the weapon turned out to be primitive, but the pioneer-Leninist has the experience of shooting from such weapons. The boy saw two horsemen in rich clothes. Most likely, this is the reconnaissance patrol of the Mikhelson's army, which moves after Emelyan Pugachev.
   But the boy decided to listen. He lay with his belly on the thorny turf and pricked his ears. It is extremely important for a scout to have a keen ear.
  The dog's ear is of Peter Alekseevich's nature, but he also trained himself with special exercises how to better hear and distinguish the slightest sounds.
   Both riders whispered quietly. The officer in blue suit spoke red:
   "The cheese and Chuguyev promised us help." None of the fifty guns of the Pugachevites will not fire. The Kalmyks will leave, and the Volga Cossacks will be led off by Colonel Timothy.
   The officer in red remarked:
   "I would not advise very much to trust these Pugachevites." And if they trap us?
   The officer in blue nodded and took out a packet from his pocket:
   - Here all the documents: Tvorogov, Chuguev, Fedorov, Timothy, and the chief executioner Emelyana Koryavy will sign! True Ovchinnikov and Perfiliev are loyal to the impostor, but they will help us finish off at the very beginning of the battle!
   The officer in the red whistled:
   - Wow! Perfiliev would have been specially sent from St. Petersburg to disintegrate the impostor's army, but on the contrary was more faithful than the right one?
   A blue uniform, he tightened his pipe and confirmed:
   "Well ... Sometimes it happens!" But the leader of the Illets Cossacks is our curds! Here they put all the scribbles!
   Petya was gasping for excitement. In addition, thorns pricked his naked stomach. Here it is a chance to hand over to the tsar-father all the traitors. And there to crush and Mikhelson.
   An officer in a red uniform said:
   "We have fifteen hundred Cossacks, one thousand of the richest from the Don, one thousand two hundred selected grenadier soldiers, and three thousand infantry taken from Tsaritsyn?" Can not we overcome the impostor?
   The officer in blue nodded in agreement:
   - Of course! Catherine orders rather to Suvorov in time to break Pugachev. So that Sashka does not think too much about himself!
   Red wanted to say something else, as Petya fired. The young pioneer did not want to wait until these two, with important information, board up to Mikhelson.
   As a bowstring, the boy used the sow, stretching the bow in a special way. Bowstring in the mouth, and straightening the right hand. As a result, the shot turns out to be tight and tight.
   The arrow, made of a sharp shell, pierced directly into the eye of the brave officer Catherine. The warrior in blue grabbed the gun, but Petya's usual move came off the line shot. The bullet flew by. The pioneer rushed to his abuser.
   Petya was a little taller, and larger than the usual boy for his age, and his muscles are well developed due to hard work and physical exercises. So the boy was not that weak. Moreover, he managed to get acquainted with one of the partisans-rodovertsev, and he gave the boy a few lessons of Russian, national struggle.
   Petya decided to take advantage of this. When the officer snatched out a long saber with a gold handle, and tried, with his weight to cut the boy, the pioneer, slightly shifted deftly pulled the warrior's hand, and slightly pulled him by the boot.
   The officer in blue fell from the horse. The boy thrust his knee into his chin with all his might. Petya often coached a similar blow in the jump, and put it well against the bark. Hard of course, crushed the jaw, disabling the enemy. Several feet jerked in the chrome boots, and the royal lady quieted down.
   Pyotr Alekseevich, he first called his horse to him. For a collective farmer and a partisan, this is not a tricky science. Then, not without difficulty, he lifted a well-fed officer on the shoulder and put it on the horse groats. What now he has something to come to Emelian Pugachev. Captive tongue, two fine horses and more bags with gold, royal imperial.
   In the bag, the boy also found a map and spare pants. Without thinking for a long time, Petya Rybachenko built shorts for himself. He simply cut off his galoshes, and tied himself up with a belt. The weather is hot, and he is still a boy and can afford to fight barefoot and with a bare torso. His body is muscular, dry with a relief press, and with which he has not yet had time to go to the end of November to get a summer tan.
   So he looks like Tarzan. Or Mowgli!
   The main thing in time to have time to warn Emelian Pugachev.
   Meanwhile, the peasant king, as if Stenka Razin had sat down on the hill, became thoughtful. After three defeats from Lieutenant Colonel (now Colonel!) Michelson, the Cossack monarch came, a bright band. Almost without resistance fell under the hoofs of the city, the army grew, the uprising widened.
   But now the most important thing happened: the war with Turkey ended, and the government unleashed its own hands. After all, except Michelson against Pugachev put forward and other forces. In total, the empress, under the command of Papin, allocated twenty regiments and seven brigades. Such an army and another power would be terrible. It's true while these regiments are rasospostotochenny and there is a phantom chance to break them in parts.
   But try it, when you can not overcome one Michelson. There were thoughts to leave in Saratov and there to give battle to this German colonel. But it did not work. To some extent, there was not enough fighting spirit. Now in this battle, it must decide who the Don will go for. If you break the tsarist army, then the three Don regiments will be sworn to the tsar, and with them the numerous Cossacks. And these are tens of thousands of well-trained, from childhood coaching trained soldiers. Not some peasant there.
   Not for nothing did Emelyan choose the south instead of the north, instead of Moscow - Cherkassy! There you can find great strength, and the troops are able to fight the queen on an equal footing!
   The main thing is that people believe in victory. Obviously, his partners are tired. Numerous defeats have broken their fighting spirit. As it happens with every rebellion: who wins, then the truth!
   Victory on Mikhelson will help to gain confidence. Never Pugachev could not break it, and Mikhelson thrashed an impostor, moreover he captured Count Chernyshev-Chiku.
   But how to do it specifically? Now the German colonel still has Cossacks and troops of the Tsaritsyn garrison. Maybe it's better to rush to Astrakhan? Or still risk and tactically contrive? Still, he has much more troops than Michel. And a lot of cavalry. Even the peasants were taken into the army, as a rule of the benighted.
   Then you can not avoid the battle. There is only a choice, whether to attack Mikhelson himself, or to wait for him in the Black Yar, sitting in fortifications. Maybe the ambitious colonel will go on assault, and exhaust his forces. But it is also possible that Mikhelson will try to surround the Black Sea and wait for the reinforcements approach. In this case, Pugachev may be trapped.
   True, Suvorov hurries to help, which should take over the command of the army of Michelson. Would the colonel want to give all the laurels of the final victory over the self-styled tsar, the lieutenant-general already famous Suvorov? Hence, there is a certain harshness to hide behind the walls of the Black Jar.
   Emelian Pugachev gathered a small council of atamans. Chuguyev, Fedorov, Tvorogov, Timofey already agreed with tsaritsinoy power and of course, advised to break Mikhelson in the field. Ovchinnikov - the commander of the Yaik army, for a long time the actual leader of the entire rebel army, and now the right hand of Pugachev said:
   - It is dangerous to sit outside the walls, they can impose. On the field, too, scary, can break. However, in the field even if you are beaten, we can always go on horseback to the steppe. And if in Black Yar, by all the rules, they will put it, then you will not break out!
   Gorbatov, the former captain of the tsarist army, produced by Pugachev in the generals, one of those who defeated the brigade of Colonel Dietz, also in real history, together with Ovchinnikov, who was killed in battle at the Solovaya Vatagi, remarked:
   "If Mikhelson goes to the assault, then we can count on a counter-attack!"
   Perfiliev known for the fact that in real history he was executed along with Pugachev, modestly proposed:
   - My opinion is small. Here as the council decides, so it will be!
   Kalmyk prince Kizya, although not among the traitors, also in broken Russian said:
   - For Kalmyk field, the best place to fight. Sitting in the fortress and beating off attacks is unusual for us!
   Yemelyan was already willing to accept the opinion of the narrow military council and to withdraw his considerable army from the Black Yara, who received the tsar-priest, fortified with honor. But at that moment a boy-messenger flew into the room and, gasping, said:
   "The young man has come to you." He says there is an urgent matter for the tsar-father!
   The Cossack emperor ordered:
   - Enter it!
   Petya, slapping his bare feet and holding heavy sacks of gold in his hands, ran briskly into the upper room. He really wanted to see with his own eyes what was learned at school, glorified in the poems of the leader of the peasant war. Peter, entering the upper room, saw a dozen people at a long, oak table. Almost all rich dresses, and haughty looks. One very young, but in the general's uniform with decorations. Well, it's probably Gorbatov. A defector from Orenburg, a skilled and efficient officer who did a lot to strengthen the Pugachev army. Gorbatov, despite his noble lineage, was loved by the Cossacks and peasants, he was so simple and simple, he was friendly and polite. Blue cheerful eyes and blonde hair, gave him a very young look, badly in harmony with the uniform of the lieutenant-general.
   Petya did not know anyone else in the face, and the story was left with little. Moreover, even Pugachev himself is described in different ways. But there is a genuine portrait of Emelian, painted from nature. On it is seen a formidable little fellow, with a powerful, eagle eye, about which they say: born to command!
   And among the smart atamans in a modest, Cossack zipun and a man with a sharp, stare-like cobra stare. Although only the ribbon of the Order of Alexander Nevsky said that it was a royal person, Petya felt his legs bend and the boy even rose on one knee.
   Emelian Pugachev also looked at the boy studying. Of course, at the end of the eighteenth century, people were slightly smaller than in the mid-twenties. And Petya for his age is tall and wide in the shoulders, his father almost two meters tall. But it is still clear that this young man is still a child. The shaven white hedgehog as a hair curler, a turned-up boyish nose, a thin face due to military malnutrition. But the boy is more wiry than skinny. And what does he hold in big, at least two poods in weight each pouch? Is it gold?
   Pyotr Rybachenko chanting:
   "I bring fifteen thousand rubles to his Imperial Majesty, gold, and I also hand in a letter."
   Even such a strong kid as he is not easy to keep the gold wallets in his hands. And she set them before Emelian. Then the boy took a letter from behind his belt and stepped carefully onto his toes and handed it to the chief ataman.
   Emelyan accepted the letter and looked suspiciously at the seal. King-father, though not very well able to write, and his handwriting was so terrible that he preferred not to show his hand to Peter at all, but he read well. And in general, he had considerable knowledge in the military business. Otherwise, it is unlikely that the uprising would last for a year, and an entire army was sent against the impostor.
   Pugachev carefully read the letter and frowned. He knew how to control his emotions and feelings. It turned out that the five fathered atamans of his troops were traitors. Pugachev has long noticed that Chuguev and Fedorov, look at him askance, even greet reluctantly, and stand up, as if doing a favor. With Chuguyev, they quarreled when he lost in battle with Mikhelson all the guns. Then Pugachev threatened to give Chuguev around the neck. He replied:
   "I did not raise my neck for the kulaks!"
   The peasant king retorted:
   - So for a strangle or what?
   Fedorov, too, was clearly irritated by the Cossack monarch. True, Tvorogov outwardly held himself obsequious, and seemed quite reliable. At one time he led to Pugachev and the Cossacks, thus expanding the rebellion beyond the purely Yaik revolt. True in his time Emelian Ivanovich looked wife Tvorogov Stepsha. Probably, a jealous husband did not forgive a young and cute girl of betrayal. Pugachev, after all, is only thirty-two years old, the blood is still young and he is a handsome Don Juan. Yes, and bigyear. His wife Sophia did not manage to lose all beauty, and four children: three daughters and a son. And the second young Cossack Ustinya.
   And how many mistresses already Emelka was ... Like his kinsman Stenka Razin, Pugachev is lustful to the female sex. And it's good that a 100% natural.
   Colonel Timothy joined the rebels recently. He is from among the Volga Cossacks. Tolya was originally a scout, the toli was offended for some reason at the priest. But the chief executioner, it seems, overheard, as members of his family let slip, as if Emelyan was related to them.
   Especially bad was when Emelian Pugachev wanted to abandon the royal regalia and open himself to the people. Then the other atamans hesitated. And now, if there has been a failure, the pretender thief Emelka will be wrestling and remember how they knew. Therefore, the peasant king and the scent inside the environment is a conspiracy. And now the evidence has already been received.
  I wonder who this boy is. He does not look more than fifteen or fourteen, but he has strength in his hands-a hero of heroism. Look at you, how disinterested. Fifteen thousand gold was brought to the king. The amount for which you can buy a whole estate for yourself. Not every person is capable of such unselfishness. True, it's still a kid, here's a rosy face like a maid, there's not even a gun. He does not know the price of money, and therefore generous.
   Well, nothing, he Emelian these money will come in handy. Although the treasury has accumulated in the cities of considerable, and even this convoy is difficult to carry. Pugachev himself hid a chest with gold and stones, in one, only he knew the place. Gold six poods, and gems: rubies, emeralds, topaz, sapphire, diamonds in this trunk. If that to him Emelyan for a comfortable life will suffice.
   Ogoltsa should be generously rewarded, and not offend.
   Emelyan smiled and announced:
   "I grieve you for the name of the captain and take him to your retinue!"
   The table was followed by restrained approval. Chuguev grunted in displeasure:
   "He's still small before the captain!"
   The Cossack king interrupted:
   - But the mind is great! Look, what a noble prey brought, and money and hear the neighing of horses. It will be, this is my aide-de-camp! "
   And Pugachev moved his fist on the table for persuasiveness.
   Well, now is the time and punish the adversaries. But we must do this carefully so that the feud does not go away. Immediately order the arrest, then for the sabers they will fight. But the Cossacks should obey his king. And even more devoted are the peasants, for whom Peter the Third is God and the Tsar!
   In they will seize traitors, clockwork would be quite good and them in tortuous, and a spark there to ignite. Identify all accomplices, and clean up the environment from treason!
   Emelyan Ivanovich announced in full throat:
   "We will conduct a review of the troops!"
   For now, the point is, Petya decided to present his plan to the Emperor. He walked by and whispered in my ear. Pugachev smiled with large, white teeth and nodded his head in agreement:
   - Duzhe garno! And cunning!
   At the end of the summer, the sun burnt the reeds for many miles. And this could not but produce in the head of a young underground and a pioneer of insidious and effective design.
   In the meantime, together with the Cossack tsar, they inspected the army. The army of Emelian grew to seventeen thousand and more and more people arrived constantly. Including from the Don. But Don will go after Pugachev, if he shows his strength! A lot of muzhich. Lapotome bearded, with pitchforks, formidable straightened scythes, rattles, clubs, pitchforks. Teenage boys ran barefoot and there were also a lot of them. And constantly they resort more and more. Men are bursting into the army to the tsar. Moreover, the time of suffering must soon pass and the number of arriving warriors will grow significantly.
   Pugachev invited at the same time and executioner. It's a pity of course to part with such a necessary type, but treason should be withdrawn.
   Tolerate the peasant king for a long time did not and ordered:
   - Well, the people ... Knit more traitors!
   Guys in their enthusiasm even unnecessary tied. For example, Ovchinnikov. He, however, did not resist. The king ordered to untie and approvingly patted the embarrassed ataman on the shoulder. The mustache of Ovchinnikov hung like a bast, and he looked confused and dumbfounded. And Timofei, Chuguev, and Fyodorov were thrusting cuffs. They threw it on the ground and kicked it.
   But these are flowers. Waiting for the five conspirators to stand and hot mites!
   And Petya galloped to the camp of Michelson. The Volga Cossacks welcomed the tsar's messenger. To look more respectable, the boy had to wear a smart scroll and leather boots. That in this heat is not too pleasant.
   The camp of Emelian is great and people come to it with every hour. It can be seen how the groups of people stretched along the road, that they were drawn to the people's tsar. It would be desirable to people and the truth, to believe them, that probably the best share, and the power can be really careful and not selfish.
   Similarly, the people dragged on to Grishka Otrepiev, who managed to reign even for a while in Russia. Unpleasant association. But for Petya Petya Emelyan Pugachev is not an adventurer-impostor, but the people's leader of the uprising, with which there are significant hopes, to build socialism in a single country.
   Colonel Michelson is also young and ambitious. Until recently, the war with the insurgents was considered to be of little prestige, and now mercies from the Empress poured on him. As here it will not be proud.
   Now Mikhelson gathered seven thousand troops. In addition to three thousand soldiers of the Tsaritsyno garrison, there were also one thousand two hundred soldiers of Miyelin. He was also a German at the service of the Russian empress, who for a long time walked on the heels of Pugachev, but did not dare to join him in battle.
   Forces to defeat the impostor will suffice, even without Cossack treason. One is a fear, as if the war had time to leave. Alexander Suvorov also worries, to which Mikhelson is obliged to hand over his troops under the control. Annoyingly of course. So many months the brave German pursued Pugachev, and the laurels of the winner want to be handed over to the Russian lieutenant-lieutenant.
  Suvorov is already glorified and for him the capture of the impostor is not God all, what an act. And for Michelson this is a pass to the generals, and the opportunity to pursue a career.
   The messenger from the traitors did not like the German Colonel very much: he was a blond, lean, but strong boy. He is too young a messenger, and he does not sound very normal. Although something from these Cossacks, the Little Russians expected.
   The truth says the boy is sure, does not run blue eyes. Colonel Michelson thawed slightly. Petya felt some fear. Yet at any time it can be ordered to whip and hang. After the fascist captivity, flogging seemed like a child's play, but dying in a loop ... So humiliating.
   Discomforting and legs in boots, although they are free and most of the way the boy has done on a horse, rub his legs. And the parko in them. The body had not yet forgotten the cold of winter, and Petya himself was barefoot almost all year round, not paying attention to the frost. So now the pioneer-hero felt excessively effeminate, and loosened comfort.
   Mikhelson asked how many troops Pugachev had. Petya, knowing that the German colonel was in the know about the story, honestly did not hide anything, but stated that the Cossacks did not want to fight, and Emelyan decided to move down the Volga to Astrakhan and to the Kuban. It looked quite logical. Fearing a large number of troops coming from the defeated Ottoman Empire, the impostor planned to flee either to Turkey or to Iran. From the Kuban and to Iran not far.
   On behalf of the traitorous cossacks, Petya proposed holding the Mikhelson's army a hidden road to cut the way to the impostor, and suddenly attack the camp from the south.
   The German colonel liked this idea. Strictly looking at the pioneer boy, the mercenary asked:
   "If you're not lying!"
   Petya, although a pioneer, hastily crossed himself:
   "By Christ I swear by God!"
   Mikhelson promised:
   "If it's burnt out, you'll get a hundred rubles!" And if you lie, I will not just hang you, but order it to be quartered!
   Pioneer's last promise seemed more ridiculous than terrible, and he yelled:
   - Glory to our most exalted Empress Catherine!
   He cleverly clicked the heels of his dandy boots. Although it is uncomfortable in them, but Petya felt proud that he was in the expensive general's office, polished with a fresh shoe of shoes, and not a barefooted shabby. So he has the look of a prince's son, which causes much more confidence.
   Mikhelson ordered to speak immediately, especially since it's already evening, and you'll have to make the transition in the dark. It's hot in August in the Lower Volga region. Heavy in uniform, and boots. But the vain Michelson is always in shape and with rewards. For the victory at Chikoy he was given the Order of St. George of the third degree, and the second for Pugachev. Catherine changed her attitude towards rebellion and rewarded those who distinguished themselves in suppressing the mutiny generously. Even Reidskop the incompetent governor received fifteen thousand rubles from Catherine, and the rank of general-anshef.
   Now the moment of the final defeat of the rebels and the handing over of the general epaulettes with this is coming to an end. Captive Emelian, he Michelson will sleep a dream to Suvorov. In addition, it is one thing to fight the Turks, another thing is with your own rebellious people. The latter is much harder. So the Russians are much more unpredictable than the Turks. That same Emelka triumphed along the Volga. The people met with open arms.
   And this is it? Semi-literate Cossack woman, who even does not know how to sign her decrees. And the people pretest to him like it's smeared with honey. And do not frighten people either guns, bullets, or gallows, or red-hot mites of executioners.
   Mikhelson had a chance to fight in Prussia. Somehow it is not too pleasant for a German to fight with the same as he himself Germans. Then he was still young, fought desperately. And he happened to meet with the young Pugachev. Together they drank, and Mikhelson was surprised at the memory of the Cossack, who had just begun to break his mustache - excellent. Emelian, being illiterate, already knew many German words and could communicate with captives without interpreters.
   Strong was the enemy. Several times the life of Michelson himself hung in the balance, and his army was on the brink of defeat. The self-styled king was defeated, and he rebelled, like a Phoenix bird. And new, new thousands of people joined the peasant monarch.
   Mikhelson thought that he had planted a knife to Emelian then, quite another was the course of history. It was true that he had no such thoughts. The young cornet and the young Cossack got along well with each other until the Seven Years War scattered them in different directions.
   Pugachev could make a military career, having already received for Bendery, having received the rank of a horseman - this is a type of lieutenant. But Emeliana was carried away by robbery, and then he wanted to become an autocratic monarch. More precisely, probably, the robber first wanted to rob himself of the great capitals, and then go into the bushes, taking the looted goods. But Amelka's ambitions grew, as the rebels succeeded. And then he himself conceived a campaign to Moscow.
   Kazan practically fell, and only a small detachment of Mikhelson blocked the way to the ever-growing horde. Seven thousand troops Mikhelson, of which two thousand horsemen are moving according to the classical scheme. Ahead of the cavalry, then the infantry, and after the artillery forty guns and convoys. A strong army. Cossacks from the Don are the richest and most luxurious apparels. Further, Davydov's detachment, a nobleman's hussar cavalry. The most select squadrons of Catherine II.
   The infantry of Michelson and Meeelin are grenadier and selective. Their uniforms are glamorous, leather boots glisten, the soldiers are clearly, as if the steps are being minted. Three thousand soldiers of the Tsaritsyno garrison are worse. And the uniforms are not so fresh, and the steps are not so chased.
   The guns of Michelson are not bad. Guns that are worse left in Tsaritsyn and other cities. Taken most convenient in transportation. There are a dozen unicorns. So the poor king will get his own. And even if its number of people approaches to twenty thousand. Under Kazan, there were more thefts, and fewer people won it.
   Michelson is in a good mood, he talks with Mieelin in German, not knowing that the sensitive ear of the young pioneer boy Petit discerns his every word ...
   . CHAPTER? 21.
   Magic Hypervor gave speed. Now they raced through the expanses of the universe. And closer and closer they came to the outskirts of the universe. Here and this time were wrecked in some cold world. Part of the Maff has a powerful Magolaser battery that can be used as a stove and a supply of air. And then they were on an icy planet. The temperature is below one hundred and fifty degrees Celsius. And even a part of the air condensed and turned into ice. It became practically impossible to breathe. But the elves have equipment that translates liquid air into a breathable substance. And you can exist. Only the planet is deserted, and there is nothing to do on it. So Donald had to tell a new story. And that he literally began to enter into the taste.
   Another version of the AI, which by the way was quite real. Hitler decided to embark in Britain in 1940. And for this he ordered to exert maximum efforts. The Reichstag declared a total all-out war in July 1940. Including the introduction of universal labor service, and not only for the Germans, but also for the inhabitants of the occupied countries. This allowed to increase the production of aircraft and tanks, compared with the real history of three to four times more.
   The Germans were able to significantly replenish their aircraft fleet. And it mattered in the air battle for England. In addition, Hitler refrained from bombing peaceful objects. This, in addition to saving the resources of German aviation, has led to the fact that the image of Germany in the west has risen.
   The Germans, releasing four times more aircraft than in real history, were able to get superiority in the air. The landing was scheduled for November 4, 1940. Just at the elections, and this time the Fritzes had everything to be ready - including the launching of the Bismarck battleship. For the landing of the landing, not only the naval fleet, but also the German merchant fleet was involved. Including even river boats.
   And these are solid forces. Wehrmacht as we see was able to fully unwind.
   Before the landing, the Germans held a disinformation company. In particular, they began to build the Atlantic shaft, and conducted three false landings with camouflage on the defense of Britain. The latter proved to be very effective. Moreover, the British believed that in the winter the Germans would not risk their assault.
   In addition, an unpleasant surprise for England have become floating tanks, and especially landing modules capable of planting T-2, t-38 are not harmless machines.
   England faced a massive challenge, and could not answer it. And she was not able to repel, such a massive onslaught. Plus, the rule of the Luftwaffe, in the air, including the use of Yu-88 and DO-217 very dangerous and quite modern machines.
   Churchill got a hard fat cock in a pluck and barely managed to escape from surrounded London. Thus, in Britain, the Germans reigned. A pro-German and quite legitimate king was installed, and Mosli became a premier local fascist.
   Now the war has moved to the colony. Most of the British colonial troops recognized the pro-German government, and Roosevelt, elected for a third term, again showed indecision. Especially since America, after eighty percent of the British fleet was captured by the Germans frankly scared, to fight with such force. After all, the US would have to deal with Japan and Italy, as well as France, where the pro-German government had also been placed earlier.
   The Germans acted cunningly. They did not make peace with France and Britain, but left these states under their influence. The Third Reich was swollen, and became strong. In propaganda, the mood prevailed - we won.
   America did not intend to join the war - it's more expensive for itself. Moreover, it is still not clear how Stalin will behave. And what if he too joins the coalition of Axis powers?
   In any case, the Americans in every possible way emphasized their non-interference and readiness to trade with the strengthened Germany. And about no freezing of accounts of banks or German companies and there can be no question.
   Thus, Hitler seemed to get everything he wanted. But the main geopolitical competitor of the USSR would be at hand. And Stalin has more than twenty thousand tanks, and almost thirty thousand planes. And Soviet Russia is building up its own forces.
   The Fuhrer is worried, and he is shifting his forces to the east. But a sudden attack will not work. The Germans are building up their combat potential, using the resources of Europe and the colonies. Stalin forms twenty additional buildings. For this, he still needs 16.5 thousand tanks. For the first half of 1941 only a little over two thousand were issued. In the second half of the year the USSR increased the output of tanks by one and a half times. After catching up more than three thousand, and mostly the newest. But the Third Reich and in the first half-year produced three and a half thousand cars, and the second more than five thousand. And the Germans in the series appeared T-4 with a long-barrel cannon. And able to break through thirty. The following year, the series was heavily loaded with an 88-mm cannon "Tigers". The USSR serially unfolded KV-3, and KV-5. The Germans still lagged behind in tank production. But they actively developed their aviation. In particular, Yu-188. IU-262 was not entirely successful, but IU-109 has not yet exhausted the possibility of modernization. In addition, the Germans in the series went very powerful armament and survivable Focke-Wulf.
   In the first half of 1942, the USSR produced four and a half thousand tanks, and ten thousand aircraft. Against eight thousand German tanks, and twenty thousand planes. Race weapons were lost, due to the fact that the Third Reich took control of all of Europe, including the Balkans: Yugoslavia and Greece, as well as Switzerland and Sweden. Try against such resources, including Africa, to withstand.
   Especially fascists did not stand on ceremony and actively used slave labor.
   But the heavy tanks of the Tiger series were only part of the batch production. A "Panther" finished the development. On the approach was the "Royal Tiger", with a gun capable of penetrating the armor of KV-3, KV-4 and KV-5. In addition, the Germans also developed a tank "Lion", weighing ninety tons and 105-mm cannon, to fight heavy Soviet tanks. But the "Lion" also did not have time to enter the series. Only long-barreled T-4, T-3 and Czech tanks, as well as self-propelled guns, entered the series in large quantities. And they did not even have enough tank crews.
   But Hitler is impatient. He was tired of waiting, and participating in a military match. And intelligence has underestimated the strength and capabilities of the USSR. In any case, Germany, together with foreign divisions mobilized fifteen million people. And not counting the troops of the satellites. And the USSR brought the strength of its troops to eight and a half million. Of these, part of the force was located in the Far East, where four millionth Japanese army deployed in full combat readiness. So there was not the best proportion of the armed forces.
  The Wehrmacht markedly outnumbered the infantry and the Fuhrer, having mobilized forces, decided that it was time to advance.
   And on July 4, just on the day of US independence, the fascist spider attack began on the USSR. Although the Wehrmacht did not achieve strategic surprise, but tactically the Soviet troops did not expect that they would collapse at once with all their might. More precisely, Stalin and his staff suggested that the battles would begin with minor border clashes. And did not expect that Hitler would stick his ax with all the might.
   Although in contrast to 1941 in 1942, the Red Army was mobilized and ready for a fight. Although, of course, the results of the massive cleanings affected the staffing and weakened. But the Wehrmacht forces are also not ideal. Many foreign divisions, its own army is poor in its officers, and has grown very fast. In addition, really colonial divisions are not so strong and battle-worthy. There are problems with their management - related to the language barrier.
   But all the same, initially the Germans contributed to success. The Soviet troops concentrated on the Belostock and Lvov lanes were surrounded and destroyed. Fascists broke through to the Dnieper, but then they themselves suffered heavy losses, were stopped on the outskirts of Smolensk.
   Stalin this time did not allow a miscalculation, and Ukraine withdrew troops for the Dnieper and surrendered to Kiev. This allowed to stabilize the front line. But the situation remained difficult. The Germans had a significant numerical superiority, and are slightly better prepared for the winter war than in the forty-first.
   But the cold season, the Red Army was able to push Germany away from Smolensk and reach the Dnieper.
   Japan has not yet entered the war, and this has been a significant plus.
   Then Hitler in 1943 began to advance into the gap between the Dnieper and Leningrad. This time, the Germans actively used the tanks "Tiger", "Panther" and "Lion". And they managed to achieve some successes, breaking through north of Smolensk, and coming to Leningrad. The air was dominated by German aviation, as the Fritzes had heavier armed fighters, including the ME-309. Of course, the newest car created enormous problems in the air.
   The female, sniper battalion named after Kirov was at the very top of the attack. The girls froze in deep, dug trenches and froze. They saw how fascist power was on them. Three "Mausa", huge, frightening and outwardly clumsy walked ahead. Behind them advanced "Churchill", followed by armored heavy "Shermans" and "Tigers". Lighter "Shermans" and "Panthers" followed on. Numerous anti-tank hedgehogs and mines hindered the German offensive. Worked manufactured in the US, Britain and Germany teletanki clearing the progress of the Hitler pack.
   Lieutenant Xenia told Captain Dunya, lowering her voice to a whisper:
   "We have such strength on us ..."
   Evdokia answered with a sad look:
   "Our battalion has only grenades and anti-tank rifles." We can not resist such power.
   Xenia confidently replied:
   "We'll beat the caterpillars, and if we die, then for the sake of our holy Fatherland."
   Girls from sixteen to thirty years of about three hundred. The weather is dry and warm, and the girls, so barefoot, flash their dusty, round heels. They occupy a position, pull anti-tank mines onto a wire. Prepare to take a worthy death, or if the Lord will: win!
   The warrior Tamara crossed herself. Raised an anti-tank rifle. The enemy is getting closer and closer. A roar of engines is heard, and a whiff from the sky. It is moving heavy Focke-Wulf and P-51, powerful attack aircraft of the anti-Soviet coalition. They pour rockets and shells on top of girls. Warrior Natasha shoots an anti-tank rifle on stormtroopers. She is supported by shooting Tamara, and Svetlana. This is the chance to punch a dangerous opponent.
   Girls use weapons that are not suitable for fire for air purposes. And now Focke-Wulf with a tiger's muzzle on the fuselage lights up with a counter-tank rifle.
   And after him the American R-51 attack aircraft also flared, lighting up like a torch with a blue flame. Leaving a black trail, he flew off the horizon line. But among the girls there are losses. Anyuta tore off her bare, elegant leg, and the girl was bleeding. A horrible sight when a black-haired girl dies. And from the top continue to pour jet missiles, and shells.
   Here another girl was interrupted by a ridge, she dried up the blood, which she let in fountains. Tore his head and the boy-connected. And this is only in this battalion such losses. And what happens throughout the breakout line?
   And here are the "Mauses". They are getting closer and closer. Machines with two guns, and large towers. Two "Mouse" with 128-millimeter guns, and one 150-millimeter guns. Very dangerous machines. Because of its powerful from all angles of protection, they are called the best breakthrough tanks in the panther. Their lack of speed, so these cars came out in advance to the position and go, ahead at the maximum speed. And the other tanks on the contrary reduced the transmission. Less secure, but more agile go for more powerful in the armor.
  Fortunately, in this section of the "Ferdinand" with the bombs there, but then break through the "Maus", except the guns have four more machine guns. Tamara shoots "Maus" in the lower part of the caterpillar. This is not easy, as for the super heavy tank, the caterpillars are covered with powerful armor, and only the lower part is open. But it is not easy to get on it. In addition, the caterpillars of the Maus are wide and the breaking of one skating rink is not enough to deprive mobility.
   Belotubo smiling Tamara shoots ... The blow fell just above the caterpillar in the armor. And the metal slightly shimmered.
   "Mouse" is approaching ... One hundred and eighty tons of metal, so dreadful with its one look. The German attack aircraft are also deafeningly deafening. Sounds a symphony of Wagner, it's just monstrous. Natasha also shoots. The blonde girl shudders. And it does not work to break through the "Mouse". A small anti-tank shotgun gets into the rink. The huge German tank does not slow down, but part of the tattered caterpillar slices from the rink. "Mouse" covers the fire with a short-barreled gun, fragments are scattered. Natasha and Tamara jump quickly in different directions.
   The girls were able to avoid immediate danger, but they searched in fine stony dust.
   "Mouse", continued slow movement. He was already overtaken by Churchill. Such a powerful tank subordinated to the frets Britain, although weighs only forty tons, but 152-millimeter frontal armor. It is used as a battering ram. And they shoot machine guns over the girls' heads. Numerous shells are scattered. Girls are carrying damage. Enemy tanks are too much, and the girls' battalion is exposed to the very edge of the attack.
   Tamara receives a severe wound in the shoulder. The girl groans, but bites her lip - do not give flour. She's a Komsomol member, and for a Komsomol member not such a word - I'm afraid or crying.
   The girl burrowed to the bottom of the trench ... "Mouse" passed from above, literally digging in the warrior. Tamara remembered her native village. As she was a carefree child and confidently jumped along the mountain paths. I was not afraid to go to the mountains alone. And now I stayed with these monsters.
   And somewhere from napalm bombs live men are burned. And she is buried here under the earth. It's so awful, you'll have to get out afterwards.
   And shells tear over their heads. Germans and foreigners are shelled by artillery, and heavy long-barreled Soviet cannons. Hope is associated with guns in caliber of 203-millimeter, capable of causing trouble even to such a powerful tank as the "Maus". But the Germans, forgetting the fear of the rod further. There were "Tigers", and heavy "Sherman", covered with additional screens. They clatter the caterpillar over. Natasha got a shrapnel on her bare heels, and scraped her teeth. It hurts her. But what can you do - war is war!
  The girl beat the caterpillar Churchill, forcing the English tank to stop. Yes, it's hard to fight the Fritzes. But it's even harder to give up. Natasha saw how the Nazis tortured the pioneers. They tore shirts from the boys and brought burning torches to the naked body. Because of this, the pioneers were literally blistered in front of their eyes. The pain from the fire is infernal, and the boys yelled, but nothing was said to their honor. Especially the Germans like the rack. They pull the hands tied behind the hook, and the embers under the bare feet of the teenagers. And at the same time, they rub their red wires on their backs. Have fiends!
   Her friend Alla, the Nazis broke their ribs with red-hot forceps. How can this be forgiven, or forgotten?
   No, we said to the fascists, we will not tolerate our people: that the Russian, bread fragrant, be called the word ford.
   Oksana was also buried in the ground next to Natasha. Such a hellish situation arose. But the girl only pray to the Russian gods. She whispers:
   - Great warrior Perun - help me and save me!
   And the girl bravely assumes the pressure of the machines. Many girls died. The enemy is flooding everything with machine-gun fire. On the heavy American bought by the Nazis "Sherman", up to six machine guns. Try to get to such a machine and make a start. This avalanche is swimming with a leisurely pace.
   Teletanks tear minefields, undermining them with themselves. Behind them pass layers of tanks. Beyond the tanks are rod conveyors. A lot of them and the German infantry are afraid of the offensive - they practically do not quit.
   The girl is trying to survive: throwing grenades into enemy tanks. But try a powerful armor, knock it out. Most of the presents bounce off like peas. The warriors perish, but they refuse, they utter a word: I surrender. And no one will let them surrender to such turmoil. So around only one steel mastodons of different sizes.
   Natashka pray in the name of the Russian gods especially the Almighty Rod. Asks to forgive their people a retreat and save the Russian nation. And there are a lot of victims ... On the second line hundreds of meters of napalm spread and thousands of soldiers in the trenches were burned alive. And it was monstrous.
   And again the movement of tanks. The girl could partially survive and get stuck on the bottom of the trenches. They digged them for a long time and persistently, and thus managed to save their lives. O brave warriors - you will write songs about you.
   The Nazis are very fond of lighting and quitting cigarettes about the bare heels of captive girls. Torture in this case is unhurried and sophisticated. It's hard to resist when thousands of tanks came into the movement. Natasha desperately moves in the turf and slips an anti-tank mine under the transport. The Komsomol girl was all scratched, but the car with the caterpillars split. The wounded Germans moan and scream. Natasha enjoys these sounds. That's the way you need fascist bastards. Although, of course, it is purely human, to commit murder of your own kind - it's a pity. But the war is getting more and more brutal. American B-29s and B-17s are dropping napalm bombs on Soviet cities, and tongues of fires are rising above the clouds.
   Natasha quietly whispered and began to sing quietly:
   - At night and from a great distance
   You can bomb the USSR.
   But the vandals will return -
   We will beat the barbarians!
  
   We are Slavs for two hundred million,
   We always knew how to fight ...
   Mamai was cast into the darkness of Sodom,
   Nader and the Führer of the side!
  
   Do not tolerate the Slavs humiliation,
   For the Motherland, we will rise up ...
   We will not tolerate the Fritz insult-
   In the dust, wipe the enemy with an iron hand!
  
   If all take up the fascists,
   We crush the Wehrmacht ridge ...
   The sun will rise in the sky clean,
   Reflection: joy, victories!
   From such songs on the soul is more fun and I want to jump. But will you jump when the tanks are moving.
   Leningrad was in blockade, and the Germans and colonial forces surrounded and took Smolensk. But they were not allowed to advance further. After a bit of tinkering and trampling, the Germans were stopped. In the winter, Soviet troops launched a counter-offensive, but it was not possible to unblock Leningrad and return Smolensk back. On the side of the Third Reich, there is still too much preponderance. In addition, Tiger-2 and Pater-2 proved to be very effective tanks in the fight against Soviet KV. And it was necessary urgently to develop IS in response to the challenge of the enemy.
   But the most powerful opponents were jet planes. In particular, the ME-309.
   Against him there was no equal opponent. German plane and fast and tenacious. You can not easily beat such a man in an air battle. So the next year began with the breakthrough of the Germans in the south. Fascist hordes, could achieve tactical surprise, and broke into the Donbass.
  And finally, Japan entered the war. She opened the second front creating a dangerous situation.
   Stalin was unable to rectify the situation. German troops approached Stalingrad and broke through to Sevastopol. To stop such a pressure was not strong enough. True, the heroic defense of Stalingrad prevented the Germans from penetrating the Caucasus. Winter came and the new year 1945.
   The Germans by this time launched the series of tanks "E". And, of course, it was much harder to fight with them. Jet bombers dominated the air and fighter jets too.
   Plus the emergence of disco, which was not equal in speed and maneuverability. In the spring of 1945, the Germans launched a large offensive in the Caucasus and even managed to reach the Caspian Sea. They showed their phenomenal lethal force. Literally suppressing the quantity and quality of technology. Turkey joined the war on the side of Germany.
   In the summer, the fascists were already in Dagestan, and entered Azerbaijan. And in the autumn the Hitlerites captured Baku. By December, the entire Caucasus was captured by the German hordes.
   The situation is critical and almost hopeless with such a balance of forces. And then on January 1, 1946 Donald Trump was in place of Stalin.
   That's really chronovyvert. The Germans blocked Leningrad, two hundred kilometers from Moscow, seized the entire Caucasus and Stalingrad. The Japanese also managed to grab Primorye, Mongolia and invade Central Asia. It seems that their situation is hopeless.
   But if Trump himself takes the case, then ... He declared bankruptcy four times and remained a billionaire. So, why not pull the USSR out of an apparently hopeless situation?
   To begin with, Donald proposed a provocation to involve in the war with Japan and the United States. It is certainly not easy, but ... Here is a Soviet repainted submarine, along with a captured Japanese bombarded hospital on a naval ship. It is clear that such samurai Americans will not forgive such barbarity. Not to mention the fact that now Roosevelt is bent, and his successor Sherlock was much more resolute and pro-Soviet.
   And Soviet submariners carried out a similar provocation, shackled Japan. And then Chiang Kai-shek reconciled with Mao, and they together went on the offensive against Japan. And it justified itself.
   Strong permutations began to implement Trump and in the Soviet command. Many young and fresh people, tempered by the Second World War, came to the leading posts. And as a result, the level of operational control has significantly increased.
   And when the Germans tried to launch an offensive in the spring of 1946, they had to face stubborn defense. Most importantly, Trump introduced a dynamic defense in the tank forces. And this allowed the T-34-85 to become practically invulnerable to German guns. But the Fritz had already prepared and introduced into the series calibers of 128 and 150-millimeters, including those for the E-100.
   And now they were in for an unpleasant surprise. Including the appearance of fountain shells. And the new MIG-15 appeared much earlier and made dangerous competition to German aircraft. Donald Trump acted energetically and skillfully. But the fascists are still strong, and advancing along the Volga, they reached Kamyshin by mid-June. Then Donald showed a cunning tactical maneuver. He ordered retreat to Saratov.
   And when the German and colonial hordes rushed to pursue, they suddenly found themselves in the cauldron. Very cleverly they were trapped by the ingenious Donald.
   In an environment it has appeared more than one and a half millions German and foreign divisions. And they were staged a total extermination. In captivity was and the best German a Huffman. Having lost more than seven hundred German planes, he was surrounded by due honor and respect. And after a personal interview with Donald Trump, Huffman agreed to serve in the Red Army, gaining record bills for Soviet Russia.
   And the Red Army was enriched thanks to the wise reforms of Trump. Japan was bound by America and China, the Soviet troops went into a counteroffensive.
   In winter, the Red Army came to Rostov, split the German front into two parts. Even the use of discs did not help the fascists. Because American President Donald Trump is something special and unique. It has a sense of such a power that breaks the ridges of the fascists.
   Now the Don has been repulsed, and the front line approaches the Dnieper. Hitler rages and desperately roars. But it somehow helps him badly.
   And Donald Trump threw the Germans to the Dnieper, in the spring of 1947 he developed an offensive in the Caucasus. Here the Red Army was already advancing, without pausing. It was what is called a fireball. And the Nazis had to face the modernized Donald MIG-24. And this, in fact, is a big trouble for the fascists. And the threshing of the Nazis and the sky, and on the earth. In the spring of 1947, the heroic Red Army, routing fascists and Turks, liberated Istanbul, the whole Caucasus, and went to the Balkans.
   The fascists got it as a butt on the teeth. In summer, the blow followed Smolensk. And then the Fritzes could not resist. By the end of August they were caught up to the Vistula. And the foreign divisions did not help. Autumn passed in the battle for the Balkans
  Most of the German units with colonial units were destroyed. And they seemed to be flattened into powder. And sprayed with a gas burner.
   Yes Hitler whistled. Know, he, what it means to deal with Donald Trump himself. And the Fuhrer roared a lot, and groaned, as if indeed he had been knocked down. By winter, the Germans were imprisoned in Yugoslavia, and reached the line in Hungary. In winter, fighting was still taking place in the Baltics, where the fascists tried unsuccessfully to hold out. But they were not very lucky in this respect either. The Red Army simply cut off the Germans in the Baltics. And they squeezed them well.
   From the Fritzs bloody stuffing was coming. But they could still resist.
   And then came the year 1948. The Soviet army undertook a grandiose breakthrough in the center, which became the Vistula-Oder operation. For two weeks, the Red Army passed between two rivers, and even forced the Oder. With desperate efforts, the Germans were able to stop the Soviet offensive. In the course went disco, against which fought MIG-24.
   The Red Army managed to reach the Oder in March and repel the offensive of the Hitlerites in Hungary. April was marked by successes. Taking: Vienna, Koenigsberg, Bratislava. And finally, by storming Berlin.
   The operation began on April 20 and ended on May 9 with the capture of the city. But the Fuhrer fled to the west. The Germans declared Paris the new capital of the Third Reich.
   In May, Soviet troops liberated Prague, and through Austria entered the southern regions of Germany. In June, there were battles for the Elbe. By the end of July, the Red Army had come out on a broad front to the Rhine. And in August, breaking the resistance of the Fritz, moved to Paris. In France, an anti-fascist uprising began.
   The local population supported the Soviet troops. And then, on August 27, Paris was liberated from the Hitlerites. In Britain, too, there was a revolution and communists and socialists came to power. By the end of September, Britain and Portugal became free from fascism.
   Hitler fled to Africa and there he tried to hide in the deep jungle. Several Nazis fleeing Russian troops, hiding in the deep underground.
   But how much rope to not curl, the end will be. And in 1953 the Fuhrer was finally caught.
   Japan got hit by the end of 1948. By this time, the samurai had already suffered a series of defeats from the US at sea and on land. The position of the Land of the Rising Sun has become something between the critical and the completely hopeless. The blow of the Soviet units turned out to be truly a scapegoat. When you break the ridge.
   Japan could resist only a couple of months, and then everything ended in a greasy point. The capitulation of the country of the Rising Sun and became a formal date for the end of the second war. The total number of victims was even higher than in reality, but the USSR took control of the whole of Europe. And the main thing was Trump's genius.
   . CHAPTER? 22.
   The story of Donald Trump was not bad and the magical Hypervor received another charge of energy. Now it was not far. The warrior elves were very happy to leave the ice planet. Again they slipped through the smeared stars of outer space. A little twisted, jumped, between meteorites and comets.
   And then they landed on a planet that looked like a polished stone. There was a great many statues and fountains. Moreover, the jets flew top tens of kilometers. And the statues amazed with their diversity and magnificence.
   That the most interesting is not one composition, and not one statuette was not repeated. They were distinguished by brightness, novelty, and looked well-groomed as if with needles. The statues of the fountains were not gray, they sparkled in different colors and gave gleams and shades. Seven stars shone in the sky in one place, giving a special radiant palette. Everything seemed to be special on the planet. Even a form: not spherical, but in the form of a disk.
   And visible in the distance is a colossal temple. Something like a cathedral with a hundred domes, amazing with its beauty and grandeur.
   The statues depicted the representative of a great many races living in the universe. There were watermelons and frogs, and pineapple grasshoppers, and cucumber dragonflies, rooster-samovars. And much more. For example, a crow with crab mites, with a peacock's tail, and a tuft in the form of a key, and an elephant's trunk. So many different animals ...
   Maffa included a telescopic sight and offered Donald:
   - Look carefully at him!
   Trump looked at the hologram. I saw only the black sky with small, slightly brighter spots. And he whistled in surprise.
   Maffa smirked and said:
   - This is the outskirts of the universe! We overcame such a distance and got to the planet's temple.
   "I can see ..." "The boy, he was not very sure of his feet, the burns caused by the Amazons had already begun to descend." Zhenka held out his hands and plunged into the world of the hologram. Then the boy purred with disappointment.
   "I confess I expected more from the edge of the universe." The very planet-temple is much more interesting.
  And Eugene put the itching from the burns coming down on the metal. And Donald reasonably suggested:
   - Let's eat and discuss!
   Capuchin giggled and agreed:
   - Yes, freeze the worm, especially after the icy planet does not hurt!
   Trump, with a pleasant grin on his lips, unfolded the tablecloth. And on it there were magnificent dishes. Again a restaurant feast, combined with a pleasant conversation.
   Maffa as the longest living, led the conversation:
   - I once studied at a healer school. There we passed a streak of obstacles and had to, getting burns from lasers to heal them. This, of course, is very interesting. Although painful. But the bodies of elves generally regenerate faster than humans and more tenacious.
   With a smile, she continued:
   - In general, we had all sorts of adventures.
   The magical Hypervor roared in his whiny voice:
   - If you have something interesting, then it's better to tell about it!
   Maffa asked in surprise:
   - And this is why?
   The medallion patiently explained:
   - We need energy to overcome the shield of the World, which does not allow aliens to the planet. And you, I hope for it, give it with your stories. Besides, I'm tired of listening to Trump.
   Maffa did not argue:
   - Well, I'll tell you!
   And her full, sonorous, delightful voice sounded;
   To the planet of mystery Filtragoniya, it was not far, Maffa Radiant and her friend Capuchin with the elf Garytz and the cyborg-hobbit, were returning from a special task. The secret mission is fulfilled and it is already possible to count on the reward. Infinite, unusually colorful space, in another even more delightful than the human galaxy. The vacuum shines with emeralds, it seems this infinite, highlighted by a bright calorie of exploded elementary particles - the sea.
   And the sea is majestic, calm, but nevertheless, flashes and swarms of scurry starships were seen. In space there was a battle, fierce, dynamic, like all star wars: at the same time quite a large scale.
   Capuchinova whistled:
   "We did not have time to leave our country, or rather not ours, but already become almost a native world, and the war has already begun.
   Elf Garytz calmly replied:
   "Maybe it's just catching space pirates." There are too many of them at the edge of the galaxy.
   The Radiant One looked at the rapid movements of stellar vessels, the streamlined forms of the ships of the Great Luceferstan were seen, and more diverse: sometimes angular or pretentious hostile fleet.
   - No, they are not pirates, but apparently the combat starships of the Topaz constellation and the league of the worlds of Tartar! I recognize them by the specifics of the movements, we were taught in academies: military tactics.
   - So what are we going to do? - Asked, pulling cute ears elf Garyts.
   Capuchin shook his bright head.
   - Nothing! We'll fly to the planet-base. There we will ask for a warship and take part in the battle, of course, if we succeed. There is no taxi for battles.
   - How to say? Something I own! - Said the cyborg-hobbit. "But naturally not for space combat." If you want, I will enlarge the image, and while we are flying, look at the battle in full detail.
   "What's the show?" But it will be interesting! - agreed to Maffa.
   The battle, apparently, was just beginning: advanced ships: destroyers, frigates and boats exchanged injections. On both sides there were about two thousand starships, mostly middle classes, but there were also heavy ones, cruisers, battleships, battleships, and even a couple of aircraft carriers. The fighters and ground-attack planes were ten times larger, they maneuvered intensely.
   The troops of the Great Luciferstan, bypassing the corridor from the asteroids, made an abrupt attempt to enter the rear of the coalition. They rushed to the meeting. On both sides flew thousands of missiles, as well as moving torpedoes. Almost immediately, such guests were met by gravio-lasers, gamma-neutrino rays, vacuum "curvatures".
   Tiny counter-missiles were also used, they caused detonation of larger colleagues. Several fighters were shot down, and two attack planes even collided and the starships began to approach each other.
   Geronika Fetelskaya, the charming marshal commanded:
   - Use the gas treated with graviton-neutrinos. It will warp and weaken the radiation of enemy hyperlasers, creating the effect of a vacuum semiconductor and will hardly affect our weapons.
   "Yes, Comrade Marshal!" "The generals of Fatach, Roxanne, Tsarya and the goblin Rair joined them.
   Heronica ordered:
   "So that's what Rarer slips along the enemy fist and use gravity-magnetic networks."
  - There is! - Answered the anti-general. The goblin, of course, tried to be everywhere half a step ahead, especially since he proved himself well in the fight with pirates.
   In a vacuum, asters melkvarkovyh amplified magic elves missiles. They scattered ships in different directions, melted and evaporated the sides, broke instruments and guns. With the direct hit of such power, each rocket carried in itself the energy of billions of bombs dropped on Mirosima, the starships instantly evaporated in the hyperplasma tornado. True, there were many ways to knock down such a missile, not allowing a direct hit.
   The troops of the coalition did not act sufficiently coherently, which allowed the army of the Great Luciferstan to gain a considerable advantage in certain sectors, grinding the enemy's spaceships.
   Goblin Rairard with two dozen grabs, jumped into the heart of the enemy construction. Using one and a half measurements, his ships destroyed five repair bases, one aircraft carrier, and an aircraft carrier, as well as four cruisers, a pair of destroyers. Then they emerged from the other side of the asteroid stream.
   The anti-general said:
   - The first section of the strip operation was carried out successfully.
   General Fatash, a sweet blonde with a light yellow of luxuriant hair and lush scarlet lips, led her starships aside, forcing ahead of the trial of the ruby constellation. After that, her ships made a hook, on the right, powerfully ramming the enemy pig into the jaw.
   - That's so Topaznye blanks, this is not your child's play! - The girl-general yelled, flashing teeth.
   From the annihilation blow flew the exploded ships, they crumbled into many fragments. Only a few managed to jump out the rescue modules. Carrying the last hope, they, as a rule, looked like colored pills, and as if the floats were spinning during the storm in space.
   Starships of the league of tartar worlds were, as a rule, diverse, many remade from cargo or passenger kineslining. They moved, as horrible, and flew to the tail of the ships of the ruby constellation. There was confusion, which was used by the space troops, the Great Luciferstan.
   Fatiana wiped her juicy, lipstick-colored lips and commanded:
   - Hit with the use of rockets on a gas cushion. It will approach the enemy, but do not forget about safety.
   The ships struck almost right.
   A powerful onslaught from all sides led to turmoil in the ranks of the coalition hostile to the Great Luciferstan. Goblin Rerar took advantage of the moment and attacked the enemy's tail. Grapples were beaten, from platforms, spewing hyperplasia and magoplasma with a cascade flow. The goblin's starlet approached the ugly, similar to the knotted log cruiser. He gave a volley almost at point-blank range, releasing several triangles and a hyperplasma magical eight.
   After receiving a strike, the cruiser wrinkled, the board cracked, an almost invisible bluish flame flared up. Despite the vacuum, it heated up to billions of temperatures, devouring metal and not cautious individuals. Evil magic showed serious power.
   Slowly, life-saving modules began to be thrown out, and Rarer's ships continued their extermination. That terrible and magical battleship rumbled and disappeared into the plasma foam.
   The opponent was led by the lack of unity of command. If the ships of the Topaz Constellation were commanded by the multi-admiral Sammy, the coalition had several captains, including a couple of notorious pirate scoundrels. They cursed and directed the raid as horrible.
   General Roxane was a fiery reddish-haired, hair fell in waves with his detachment to the thinned out enemy formation.
   - We always win! - She screamed.
   The coalition almost immediately succumbed, part of its ships did not wait for the command, turned to flight. This allowed the holophone elf girl without any problems to go into the rear, the diamond fleet.
   But here there was an unexpected problem. A few dozen sorcerers in combat suits shouted into the vacuum of incantation, and a huge, wingspan of more than a kilometer and more eagle-phantom appeared. She attacked, knocking down the ships with wings and beak.
   Capuchin whispered:
   - Here it is the power of hyperwave magic in action.
   "It's not the strongest of its manifestations!" Said the elf Eritz. - I hope this is a pure bluff! And not magic at all! And just a manifestation of illusory waves.
   Indeed, the combat starship moved fearlessly towards the phantom. Eagle felt a threat, turned to the grab. Goblin Rairre roared, his voice multiply increased gravity:
   "There's a lot of magic, but its level is not high!"
   A tiny, but magically charged racket headed for the phantom beak. They met, and for a second the bird sagged and began to cringe. It looked like a swollen balloon. And after a few seconds the monster fell apart into torn fragments.
   Eriz clapped his hands:
   - There is a contact!
   Luchezarnaya asked Capuchin:
  
  - And what principle did he use?
   The warrior-elf laughing, answered:
   - Simple, collapsing the sub-space. Through spontaneous emission of radiation with a hyper-short wave and strong magic. I'll tell you the details later.
   The sorcerers cut a ray of a hyperlaser. Hit, evaporating a dozen sorcerers, the others released pulsars. But in the space battle, this is not the most formidable weapon. However, their own fighter sorcerers were beaten. He split, ruining the crew.
   A reconnaissance mini-boat, landed on a nearby satellite. On it was the Great Elven military base. Maff Luchezarnov and her associates and associates: immediately met the paratroopers and robots. However, the combat mechanisms automatically: made a personal scan and announced:
   "It's all right, it's your own!"
   Capuchinka sternly puffed out his chest:
   "Major-General Capuchinka is at your service." Ready to fight!
   There followed an equally cheerful order:
   "Then we'll give you a fighter, and you'll rush into battle." We have reserves!
   - well! - Barked Fire at Maffa. "Or we've lost the habit of space battles, everything with sword and sword."
   (It was true! In the task that the girls were performing on the rebellious planet, they really had to use a primitive cold steel weapon, they had no other choice, otherwise all disguise would have flown!)
   - I appreciate the sense of your humor! - Answered, not believing, a pretty girl officer. "I would rather have preferred a sword to space flights. The vacuum is so cold.
   Capuchinka asked, or rather even demanded:
   "Give me and Maff a two-seater stormtrooper, or else this girl has never ruled a space structure."
   - This girl! The officer smiled wider. - I would not say! Something too big! I do not believe that a beginner.
   - I'm from the elected legion and I can perfectly fight in space! Maffa said firmly.
   Capuchinka carefully corrected:
   - There are some problems! Maffa was exposed to psychosounding and did not adequately assess the situation! She partially lost the skills of space combat!
   The officer was surprised:
   - And how it happened!
   Maffa sighed heavily and partially gave out the truth, cooed:
   - I in the Hyperinternet with an electronic terrorist - cuttlefish fought, and as a result, was exposed. And now like a little girl with the mind!
   - And very beautiful! - The warrior kissed the girl on the lips. (Lesbianism in the presence of an excess of women is not pursued, although it is not propagated!) Capuchinca politely dismissed her:
   - There is no time for tenderness.
   Eriz suddenly said:
   - And I will not fight! In general, in disassembling a person with other species, our race does not interfere.
   A commanding cry followed.
   - No one is forcing! You seem to be an elf.
   Eritz decided to bite:
   - No, I just changed my appearance.
   Here he was vigorously verbally endowed:
   "But you are a tourist from a friendly race." However, let's go into the office, we will finally establish your identity.
   Eritz did not object. The rest flew, good now microchips acted, to the airfield.
   Radiant and Capuchinc settled in a flat attack aircraft, resembling a squashed dolphin. The soldiers were lying on their stomachs, and the bed was comfortable, with a skilful auto-fit. Capuchin began to explain:
   - There are several levels of management. First: the most perfect telepathic, here put on this one.
   The warrior-elf held out her brooch. - And the team will give directly to your brain. This is convenient, because a developed person thinks much faster than moving.
   Muffa grinned.
   - To me this is to be treated first.
   Capuchin continued the explanation:
   - Second level: this is the movement of the fingers on the scanner. Also convenient and perfect, but requires training. The third is using the joystick: this conveniently requires less training.
   - I know! Interrupted Meffa. - I'm on such a game consoles so much that I do not have any psychosound, the brain does not paralyze.
   The younger elf continued:
   - The fourth most simple with the help of the steering wheel and levers. They are reliable, and in combat, they fail only with the spaceship. Do you understand me. We will test first of all the most perfect method.
  The radiant woman nodded, putting on her brooch, which automatically sucked to the back of her neck:
   - I love absolutely.
   Kupuzinka ordered:
   - Now give the order to start.
   Maffa Luchezarnaya strained her brain and mentally said:
   - On your marks! Attention! March!
   Brave music played! The Sturmovik rose slightly, the tiny fins began to move. In the warrior's voice a tender female voice sounded:
   "I'm all in the spotlight."
   Fayuta was outraged:
   "You and the black-eye!" You can not give the right team, and finally confused the on-board computer.
   Muffa blinked.
   - And how should I act?
   The elf instructor quickly explained:
   - Represent the picture mentally and do not waste time on words. When you think with words, not images, you lose time. Well, try again.
   The Elf warrior tried to imagine how he took off. The attack plane itself, its contours, like a flattened body break away from the surface. There was a hiss, and the car smoothly pulled away from the surface.
   - I can do something!
   - Slowly, but for the first time will come down! "The prime minister agreed with difficulty." "For now, my quasar will learn maneuvers." There are no words in mind again, imagine all these images.
   Maffa imagined the fighter turning left, then right, making a turn.
   - That's bolder! In it, a special anti-field that dampens inertia, here the principle of antigravity is used, when the rest mass is turned off.
   - I realized! - Muffa Luchezarnaya said, performing the next maneuver.
   Angry Fannyuta commanded:
   - Faster! Let the images in my head float up faster, because it's a smart car.
   While Maff trained, two of her war friends Margarita and Angelica were born to the battlefield. The battle burned out. Most of the troops of the worlds of wild Tartar are killed or fleeing, they are pursued by small forces. The troops of the Topaz constellation tried to hold a blow, but they were surrounded on all sides, depriving them of freedom of maneuver. While the fleet of the Great Luciferstan was free to move, inflicting concentrated strikes and trying first of all to knock out large ships.
   Margarita attacked an enemy fighter on her single-seat car, called a star car, with four gravy-laser guns, one hypergamma emitter and a set of mini-thermo-missile rockets. Small, such a size with a goose egg, but with a very strong, even surprising for such a relatively small size, lethal power.
   The car also shielded the field of force, operating from the generator and matrix protection from flying microchips inserted with ultra-reactors, structuring special types of waves. The car is a more expensive car than a conventional fighter, but it is very sloppy. Margarita and Angelica are working for a couple. Girls use a simple technique. One beats in the nose, the other goes into the ass, sending almost into a dense mini-thermo-stick rocket. As a result, the fighters perish. This tactic is also quite good against heavier stormtroopers. Those fall into a kind of cocoon of hyperplasma, a rocket hit in the tail and the destruction of the flying apparatus. The girls themselves trained in numerous computer games go away from attacks, or shoot down the missiles. In this case, they are torn with a weakened power, just flashing, the star car is slightly shaken. Angelica said:
   - An interesting kind of fight! For a long time I did not fight like that! Nevertheless, you feel yourself with the machine as one.
   Margarita hysterically, giggling, declared:
   "And I'm tired of violence and cruelty!" Now even in my heart of sorrow, so many good guys through my fault died. Why did we do so cruelly in the fight against the huge armies, as if there was no other way out!
   Margarita, in a dull voice, answered:
   - Can one do without evil to fight evil? Against the sword you need a sword!
   "Are we good?" Said Angelica. "Only lousy hairless primates!"
   Margarita laughed even harder:
   - And the fact that people descended from primates or some common ancestor is not proved. The theory of the spontaneous generation of life does not stand the slightest criticism!
   Saying this, the elf girl destroyed another fighter. But then, after all, the ruthless aunt the war was brought down by their neighbor. A very young girl, apparently not older than sixteen, with blond, blue-rimmed curls, exploded. Tears sprang up in front of Angelica. The girl whispered a prayer:
   - Deliver the Supreme World from violence and suffering!
   Margarita, with a pain in her voice, answered:
   "The world is on violence. Look at the animals: chicks, barely born, try to throw their own brothers out of the nest. Even harmless cats are fighting, we people, at least, do not kill each other.
   Angelica objected:
   - Look who's Talking! And what we did in the last days. How not to kill yourself like that. I hate myself for that!
   The battle is almost over. Few surviving starships of the Topaz constellation, went for a breakthrough. They were met with a dense barrage of fire, inflicted considerable damage. Nevertheless, most of the fleet managed to escape.
   The troops of the Great Luciferstan launched a persecution. Margarita and Angelica just rushed at all speeds, shooting small ships. Capuchinka, who gave advice to Maffe Luchezarnova, trained the foolish firing squad, as always late for the holiday. She had to take control of the fighter on herself. At the same time, she turned on the telepathic scanner so that Maffa could watch the girl's thoughts. The girl, however, saw only a series of chaotic flashes.
   - Wow! So quickly you think! Said Maffa.
   - In such battles, the bill goes to nanoseconds. - Answered the prime minister and with annoyance summarized. "But as far as I know, you think even faster than I do!"
   She sighed heavily.
   - In a vacuum of ability!
   In response, a gay laugh:
   - Take an example from me - a black hole!
   A couple of fighter Maffe, after all, managed to knock down and no more. The sorcerers on the enemy's side were for the most part dispersed and destroyed. True, several types put on invisibility cloaks and tried to hide. Maffa in this battle did not hit anyone, which caused irritation in Capuchinqi. The elf girl said with a pause, like a teacher in front of a blackboard.
   "Learn to send shells." You see a fragment of the cruiser, a shot on it!
   Maffa imagined the trajectory in her mind. Here flies her generous gift.
   The rocket flashed, striking the chip. The flash blossomed, as from the explosion of a hydrogen bomb. Capuchinka smacked her lips, full of scarlet lips:
   - It's not bad! Just do not slam yourself!
   The effulgent Meffa twirled her finger at her temple:
   "I'm a vacuum collapse!"
   Hard pursuit lasted until the starships, after being accelerated, did not go into hyperspace. However, they were killed not a few, all lopili on the tails, sending a destructive tornado from all kinds of energies. Capuchinka even played playfully:
   "This is our greeting from all the volleys of deadly guns!"
   The battle ended with the victory of the Great Luciferstan, with a loss ratio: approximately one to eighteen. Some thirty or so starships of the enemy were also surrendered, as a rule, these are dashing captains of those worlds of wild Tartar, where life was valued especially high.
   Veronica Fetelskaya announced:
   - Now you can finish beating the enemy, start counting the trophies!
   Bitter torpedo boats darted from side to side, rescue vessels selected their own and others' capsules. The prisoners were taken to special barracks. They accumulated a few hundred thousand, and therefore should be placed to determine the final fate.
   Maffa paused and looked at the magical locket. He sent her a ray of approval:
   - You are awesome!
   Donald Trump exclaimed with enthusiasm:
   "Well, she was able to surpass me, so bring us quickly to the temple."
   Hypervor indifferently commanded:
   "Take hold of your hands!"
   All five joined hands. Boy Eugene looked much more cheerful now. Although he understood his depraved women thoroughly. But the boy looked quite proud. And even apparently pleased with himself that he could show himself a real man.
   And then again jump through the defense. Apparently the magical Hypervor got a decent amount of energy. But all the same, the moving individuals had to tug. At first they felt friction, scratching the skin as they approached the palace. And then it became very hot. As if you boiled in boiling water. And burned, dry, hot air. Donald Trump even smoldered boots. Such excruciating pressure was felt by the former billionaire.
   Well, nothing, he still will show all. And survive and endure all that can be experienced.
   The boy Eugene pinched his legs. Too fresh was the memory of the brazier under the bare heels. Apparently the Amazons wanted to hear how a cute child screams, but do not maim him, and do not rip off the skin. Therefore, they have tried one of the safest and most effective methods of torture. Namely, you lubricate the soles with oil and have a brazier at a distance. Oh really not great at the invention of a girl-vampire. And where to get the intellect lived on the planet with the giants.
   The entire five blushed greatly, passing through the shield of the world. Indeed, this is one of the reasons for the inaccessibility of the temple. Donald even thanked the thoughts of the goddess Affu for such a valuable artifact as the magical Hypervor. It saves ...
   And the fry is getting stronger as they stopped. Donald even became, like a mantra whisper aphorisms;
   They are fighting a number in elections, fighting with skill, when there is no choice!
   Scorpio is poisonous, but as soon as spoiling the peony wilts from poison!
   Do not put off for an hour what can be done this very second!
   Winners are not judged, the winner himself and the prosecutor, and the judge, only the lawyer is one - time!
   Enrich at all costs, mean to devalue not only the conscience, but also the sense of proportion!
   War is such a thing that always either to the whole world, or to the world!
   Happiness is relative, but trouble is always absolute!
   The world of abstraction in words, the war of reality on tears!
   Better on a white horse than in white slippers!
   War as a theater, only the end is always with tears in your eyes, and at first not to laugh!
   The weapon for the soldier is like a proletarian patch! When it does not issue - the fighter does not attack!
   A sharp sword is not for a dull mind!
   Dull mind, sharp steel is dying!
   . CHAPTER? 23.
   They were in the hall full of mirrors. More precisely in a continuous mirror, both on the floor, and on walls and a dome giving glare. A small detachment is located in the center. And he froze in anticipation. Further they could not move, as if they were holding an invisible wall.
   Donald Trump turned to the medallion:
   "Well, now what?"
   Magical Hypervor upset squeaky:
   - Here I am powerless! It seems that we came where we wanted!
   Muffa looked around and muttered:
   - It looks like we are in the reception hall!
   Donald smiled maliciously and asked:
   -And what next?
   The experienced elf long life answered:
   - And nothing special. There will be a genie and will be like the earthly Sphinx to make riddles. You answer them, you will receive what you seek. And if not, then ... death!
   Trump noted to himself ...
   - Yes, a good prospect. Especially if you consider that there are questions that you can not answer in any way.
   Do not have time to finish Donald, as from behind a mirror the gray smoke has thrown, which promptly expanded. A huge cloud appeared, and a mouth appeared in it. Thunderously boomed:
   - The Great Genie Hrombler is happy to welcome applicants.
   Trump hurried to answer:
   - And we are also very welcoming you!
   The genie was deafening, even laying down ears, and burst out laughing. Mirrors in the hall rang, then he shot:
   - Oh, do not lie! All of you except for Maffa are so young ... And do you really want to die?
   The eldest elf was offended:
   "Have I been badly preserved?"
   The genie sprawled his mouth in a smile, purred:
   - You are wonderful! Really look all the way ... But you know, a hundred thousand years, this is for you a fatal age. I will not name the date when you die, but it will happen much earlier than Maffe Luchezarnova wanted.
   The eldest elf was surprised:
   "How do you know my name and surname?"
   The genie chuckled, and answered with a thunderous bass:
   "And that's what I know to know." I'm almost omnipotent ... So I'm glad to the guests, rejoice, and you!
   Donald Trump narrowed his eyes and said skeptically:
   "Are you sure you're happy with us?"
   The genie said in a very serious tone:
   - For a long time I had no guests. How the shield of the world was established by the higher powers, few could overcome it. And on the planet-temple there are no more living beings. So I'm very bored and you are my entertainment.
   Trump asked hopefully:
   - There maybe you will not kill us?
   The genie shook her head.
   - No! I have to do it by the rules ... Unless not right away! - And the supernatural being laughed.
   Maffa remarked:
   "That's why I love jinns, that they never change their sense of humor!"
   The universal "Sphinx" calmed down and began to explain the rules:
   "You have to answer my seven questions." For each given exactly six hundred seconds. The number of attempts is not limited as long as time goes by. Can not answer ... I will not repeat!
   Donald felt cheerful and, he remarked:
   - It's just like a team of experts ... It's getting funny!
   The genie sprawled in a smile to his ears and purred:
   - Well, that ... I think there is no point in postponing. The first question ...
  
  The scoreboard lit up in six hundred seconds, it was green. The genie winked and the figures ran.
   Supernatural essence before this:
   - The first question! What is the most daring man afraid of, and the last coward is not blowing a mustache?
   Muffa whistled, noticing:
   - Good question? But a brave man, in theory, should not be afraid of anything, and the last coward is shaking from his own goal.
   Donald Trump suggested:
   - It's probably a paradox. Of those that mathematics give.
   Capuchinka remarked:
   "He's brave, he's not afraid, except how to be coward."
   The younger elf objected:
   - No, if he is afraid to be scared, then he is not too brave.
   Maffa looked at the diminishing seconds, and noticed:
   "I do not seem to be very bold, in any case, not the most courageous, I'm so afraid of perishing when time runs out." Although I lived, I admit fairly. And the good things were for me - interesting.
   Boy Eugene modestly remarked:
   - Is there something to be afraid of, even the most courageous person?
   Maff was surprised:
   - And what?
   The boy straightened up, so that the bones crunched, pronouncing with pathos:
   - Your conscience!
   Muffa even jumped with joy:
   - But it's true! Conscience is what the most daring person is afraid of, while the last coward lost her long ago!
   The genie nodded approvingly.
   "What did you answer the first question." Well done. And now you are second.
   What is more precious than life?
   The boy Eugene automatically replied:
   "Conscience or honor!"
   The genie grinned, noticing:
   - This is not for everyone ... Think!
   Donald Trump grunted:
   - Money, reputation, health ...
   Maffa glanced at Trump.
   - This all without life has no value. There is one cunning trick in the question. It should be solved, and the answer will not be too obvious.
   The boy Eugene agreed:
   - Yes, everyone says - honor is more precious than life! This is too obvious.
   Capuchin suggested:
   - And maybe happiness?
   Maffa shook her head.
   "Without life, they can not be used." There is nothing else here.
   The younger elf exclaimed:
   - Homeland is more expensive, even life!
   The genie with a grin answered, with his bass:
   - Not for all! Rather even for a minority of fanatics!
   Donald Trump realized:
   - So it should be a logical answer ... - And the former US president began to argue out loud. - What can be more valuable than life. After all, any material benefits, lose their value in the absence of it. As however, spiritual.
   The tempted Maffa remarked:
   - There is still a paradox, such as what is more primary - a chicken or an egg? So is the question of life.
   And seconds quickly expired. Twelve, eleven, ten. And then Donald Trump dawned:
   - More than life, that will not let it lose!
   The genie chuckled and stopped the countdown by asking:
   - Justify!
   Donald replied:
   - What will not lose a life, does not concede to value of the life, so life at presence of it is not lost. On the other hand, what does not make life lose is an independent value, so it gives a person or an elf something more than a mere existence. So what does not give life to lose, its more expensive!
   The genie clasped his foul paws and replied:
   "Okay, so it's logical and acceptable for most people." Yes, and I want to play with you. Here's the question: A and B were sitting on the pipe. And he went abroad, B sneezed, and went to the hospital - what was left on the pipe.
   She smiled and noticed:
   - I love children's questions ... There can be two options. Or stayed And, so And abroad, B sneezed, and went to the hospital. Or stayed B if he went to the hospital and, B just sneezed.
   Donald remarked:
   - And the third option is possible, if it plays the role of only a connecting union.
   The genie asked a clarifying question:
   - And which option is the right one?
   Trump shrugged and instead, he replied to Maff:
   - Depends purely on the spelling. If with a capital letter, only A and B, then there is no one left. If all three letters are large, and commas between them, then remains B. If in the second sentence AND with a small, then there remains a large I. So it turns out with all the hands.
   The genie stretched out his face in a broad smile and replied:
   - Oh well! But you must agree, the third question I asked you is very easy. Even children answer it. But the fourth one will be hard, and I will even give you time saved for it. Another six hundred seconds.
   Maffa, with an irony in her voice, said:
   "Thank you, you are very kind!"
   The genie said angrily:
   "Do not be too choosy." Over this question, all great minds and not one century are struggling.
   Donald screwed up his eyes and winked at himself:
   - It sounds tempting!
   The genie whispered:
   - Can the Almighty God create a stone that he himself could not raise?
   Muffa whistled when she noticed:
   - This is the oldest paradox ... But after all, the genie is a question to which there can be no answer in principle!
   The genie roared angrily:
   - For all the questions that I ask you in principle, there may be answers! These are the rules, and you do not need to know!
   The ingenious Donald suggested:
   - This, probably, is something equally witty and paradoxical.
   Maffa replied ironically:
   - Type can not create?
   The genie grunted, puffing out his smoke cheeks:
   - This is not an answer!
   The time has gone and the clock has been started. So now we should hold on.
   Capuchinka remarked:
   - Yes, this paradox has no solution. God can create in his omnipotence everything he wants. But at the same time he can also move his creation if desired.
   Donald drew attention to some absurdity:
   - It is interesting on what the stone should rest, so that Almighty God could not raise it?
   Maffa with the temptation ruled:
   - Does it matter!?
   Donald shrugged his shoulders.
   - I do not know. But there is something in this.
   The younger elven spoke:
   - The concept of omnipotence is not absolute. For example, there are qualities of the Godhead - the Almighty God can not disappear.
   She nodded her head.
   "Or to create another God stronger than Himself." But this is once again a paradox. The type of such a paradox. In the village lives a barber who shaves all the villagers who do not shave themselves. Does the barber shave himself?
   Donald Trump confirmed with a nod of his head:
   - Yes, this is indeed an ancient eastern paradox. And on the side the barber does not shave. That same alogism - that has no answer!
   Maffa insisted:
   "The genie claims he has an answer." This means that he must give it himself!
   Capuchin cautiously suggested:
   - Maybe the answer: how will God's will? God does not have to tell anyone. And he always does what he wants!
   Muffa cried out loud:
   "Hear the genie!" The answer is as it pleases God himself!
   "Sphinx" space spill rigidly replied:
   - Such a response is not accepted. So can anyone answer, and any question!
   Muffa sighed heavily.
   - Unfortunately, this sounds logical. But that it can be porobovat. When there is no other way out.
   Capuchin suggested:
   - God can not create such a stone!
   Maffa shook her head and knocked her heel on the mirror:
   - Well, what is he then Almighty?
   Jinn willingly confirmed:
   - You yourself showed that such an answer is not correct!
   The boy Evgeny suggested:
   - Perhaps the answer should be witty. And not some kind of abstruse. Something and a little yum.
   Donald stroked the boy on the bright head and said:
   - Great ... I had some idea.
   And pouting under the ticking of the stopwatch, Trump suggested:
   - Almighty God can create a stone that he could not raise, if he writes an instruction in which he can not understand.
   The genie reluctantly agreed:
   - Yes, such a response to a sense of humor can be fully accepted. And you are not so easy to go more than half the distance.
   Here the smoke became a little more intense and the genie in all hearing announced:
   - And now the commercial break!
  
  Donald giggled: the genie and gives. This turns out to be a superman, and a showman. However, Trump is also a fan of various shows. Especially with beautiful girls. Liked Donald and the children, the most only eight legal ones. And how much out of wedlock!
   Here and now the bare-legged girls are dancing in the palace. She is like earthly women, very beautiful. But at the same time, Donald feels that this is simply a mirage, and they are not alive. So that the genie himself said that there is not a single living soul on the whole planet-temple. But only a magical illusion. The truth is masterfully done and very beautiful. Look how girls dance, in oriental style only where much more vigorously. Some girls are completely nude. Others have on their arms and legs bracelets made of precious stones.
   Some breasts and hips are covered with beads, or even densely strewn with jewels strips of tissue. Although for all is characterized by a minimum of clothing and barefoot, girlish legs. Beautifully and to the highest degree erotic dance girls.
   But here their dance ends, and the girls seem to disappear at the beck and call of the magic wand.
   The genie with a winning look says:
   - And now the fifth question ... What in the universe is the worst!
   With a smile, she replied:
   "The wrath of the Most High God!"
   The genie shook his head.
   - Many atheists, and even more pagans do not believe in a single, all-pervading deity. The answer is not protected.
   And seconds rushed ... They did not flinch as fast as the hundredth part. And that the conditions here are tough.
   Donald Trump threw at random:
   - Nothing! What does not exist is more terrible!
   The genie negatively twisted his smoky head:
   - No! What does not exist can not be considered dangerous. It is unlikely that this will be a common opinion of the people.
   The boy Eugene as often happens at his age, tried to seem logical and cautiously suggested:
   - Experience teaches that there is nothing more terrible in the universe than power!
   Muffa smacked her lips and cooed.
   - Tooting! And what will the genie say?
   The keeper of the temple once again stretched out a smile and replied:
   - Power also happens and terrible, and on the contrary saving for the people and subjects. Yes, it sometimes gets horrific forms, but its absence is perhaps more terrible.
   Age of Maff expressed the opinion:
   - Then the powerlessness can be the most terrible?
   The genie made his mouth square and replied:
   - Looking for someone else, this is the manna of heaven. Sometimes I myself thought it would be good to get rid of my duty - the eternal watchman of magical treasures!
   Donald suddenly remembered that the genie was bored and remarked:
   - There is nothing more terrible than loneliness!
   The keeper of the temple grinned and sighed heavily:
   - Of course, I'm bored of being alone. But there are individuals for whom loneliness is good. And they are happy to be alone.
   Capuchin suggested:
   "Then a big explosion!" The one that gave birth to the universe!
   The genie laughed and purred:
   - Was there any explosion at all? Do you have concrete evidence on this matter?
   Time quickly expired, and every second approached death, the sharpest blade of the guillotine.
   The boy, Eugene, heaved a sigh, said:
   - Hopeless! It has no answer!
   Then Donald Trump dawned, and he cried out in the last seconds:
   "The worst thing is to lose hope!"
   The genie immediately grew sad and sadly muttered:
   - Well, you give ... Guessed again!
   The former billionaire logically noted:
   - The main thing is that it's logical! The loss of hope is terrible for everyone! And monarchists, and anarchists!
   Muff blurted out loud:
   - What a pain, what a pain: the mast between the genie and the elf five - zero!
   The Djinn satisfied with satisfaction:
   - Up to five questions still no one answered!
   With a hope, she said:
   - There can, enough?
   The genie shook his head.
   - No! Seven questions are put according to the rules, and then I will give you any magical treasure of the temple.
   Maffa asked a clarifying question:
   - Do you have an unbreakable joker?
   The genie narrowed his eyes as if looking at the prey of the octopus and gagged:
   - This one is! Desired for many trophies!
   Maffa said confidently:
   - Then people like to say: Paris is worth a mass!
   The genie smiled slyly and remarked:
  - And the sixth question is the opposite of the fifth: what is the most precious in the universe?
   She quickly blurted out:
   - Motherland!
   The genie shook his head.
   - Many homeless people do not have a homeland!
   Maffa blurted out in response:
   "Then power!"
   The genie shook his head.
   - For many, the burden and, in general, an active desire for power are characteristic of a minority of individuals!
   -Eternal youth! - Assumed Capuchinka.
   The Djinn replied sternly:
   "Enough of guessing!" I'm running out of time! Will guess in a limited range.
   Donald Trump remarked:
   - I do not limit you in versions. I limit you in time - well, you are directly Count Montecristo.
   The genie said pompously:
   - I do not know the Count Motorcyclist!
   Maffa suggested:
   - Probably still life, the most expensive in the universe!
   The genie chuckled, bared his fangs:
   - Judging by how you risk it, it is not at all expensive!
   The capuchinka shouted out loud:
   - An indiscriminate joker is the most expensive!
   The genie in reply only laughed and cried out:
   - The answer is incorrect!
   Trump mumbled uncertainly:
   - Can health?
   Here, Maffa retorted:
   - Elves if they are not damaged by magic, almost never get sick. At us it is not appreciated unlike people!
   The boy Zhenya suggested:
   "Then hope!" If you lose hope worst of all, then it is the most valuable!
   The genie laughed and showed his fangs:
   - Interesting interpretation. But one hope without the rest is inexpensive. Therefore, this answer is also unprotected!
   Donald asked skeptically:
   - And if indeed, the answer to a similar question?
   The genie snarled fiercely.
   "You're a moron to repeat this to you for the hundredth time!" I have the answer to all questions!
   Zhenya said quickly:
   - Knowledge! They are expensive!
   Maffa confirmed, looking at the genie:
   - Indeed, the mind, knowledge is the most precious thing in the universe!
   The genie grinned and remarked:
   "It's really close to the truth, but knowledge does not always help either!"
   Muffa breathed out with pressure.
   "Then it's power!" And even omnipotence!
   The genie began to claw his fangs:
   - I put you in a dead end! A priceless time expires!
   Donald, seeing how the seconds disappear, as if drowning for a straw, he gave out:
   - The most expensive in the universe, the priceless that is given for nothing!
   - Well ... - Reached the genie.
   Donald immediately recovered, literally at the last second:
   - Not for nothing!
   The Jeanne was depressed and croaked in vexation:
   "Damn you!" You again could guess the answer! And already the sixth! Here's the devil's team!
   Trump was curious and, the young man proskilled:
   - And what does He exist?
   The jeann replied vaguely:
   "Maybe ... But you better not know!"
   The keeper of the planet-temple became thoughtful. And he said it.
   Look at the gladiatorial duel for now. Relax from the questions.
   What will relax, after such a brainstorming will not hurt.
   An almost naked girl ran out into the arena in only one short skirt. She stretched and raised her two swords. The points glistened in the searchlights. The girl was very beautiful and muscular, under the tanned skin rolled balls of muscles, and fire-blowing hair fluttered through the air, like a proletarian banner.
   Then another girl jumped out. Also tanned, muscular, beautiful, but blonde. And also a barefoot, in one short skirt. She put out her round, pink heels for a review. Beautiful girl turned out, holding a trident and an ax in hands.
   A little while standing in a picturesque position, the girls converged on the move. The felling began, swift exchange of blows. The girls rebounded, and, on the contrary, approached each other. Here the blonde has moved a red foot in a stomach and itself has received shin in a side.
  The girls jumped in different directions and again became close. I swore with swords. The battle proceeded with varying success. From the beauties blood flowed abundantly. It spread over a mirror surface, and was smeared with bare footprints. Beautifully it turned out for girls. They cut themselves like real girls in the aria of the Titans.
   Finally, the redhead managed to slash the blonde on the neck, but she in response thrust the trident of the fire-fighting warrior into the stomach. After that, that went blood from the mouth. Both girls fell powerless, and already crawling each other out. There was such a mutual crushing. Poor girls ... They were naturally like alive, and you never will think that this is computer graphics - how much all this is calibrated and colored.
   Here are both beauties holding out their legs - they calmed down. Then a nod of the genie followed, causing the killed warriors to disappear.
   The gladiatorial battle was over, and the horn announced the end of the bout.
   And the genie with a sly grin asked the following question:
   - Well, for the last seventh will be the most difficult for you. - The keeper of the temple reproduced the theatrical pause, and then asked with a low bass. - How to make everyone in the universe happy!
   Muffa whistled through his nostrils:
   - That's the question! On this certainly can not be in principle an answer!
   Donald remarked:
   - It's impossible to make everyone happy!
   The genie pouted and said:
   - What do you want? The last question is the most difficult! So just an indiscriminate joker is not given!
   She said emphatically:
   "Then at least double the time for reflection!"
   The genie, giggling, replied:
   -The last desire before the execution of the law! Yes, I even treble it! I like you.
   The boy Zhenya even remarked:
   - It looks like this question, the answer itself does not know the answer.
   The keeper of the temple roared fiercely:
   - And this is my personal business! Before your execution is only half an hour! Time has gone!
   And the seconds ran ...
   Donald Trump threw the version:
   - Give them all the money according to their needs!
   The genie objected:
   - Happiness is not only in money, and not in all the worlds they are!
   Enthusiastically, Maffa announced:
   - Serving the Motherland is the highest happiness! Let them serve their country!
   The genie chuckled, stirring his fangs.
   - And not having citizenship, too?
   The youngest elf shyly suggested:
   "Erase everyone's memory!" I heard that those who lost their memory became happy!
   Jinn squeaked a nasty voice:
   "Would you like that kind of happiness?"
   Maffa looked at herself, noticing:
   - What do I personally lack for happiness? There are children, there are rewards, a lot of lovers, and enough money for needs. Only close death scares. Maybe everyone should be made immortal!
   The Djinn again chuckled, noticing:
   "For so many, it will be an eternal nightmare!"
   Maffa shrugged her strong, but elegant shoulders, noticing:
   - But the fear of death will disappear!
   Capuchin suggested:
   - Happiness in love. If you give each girlfriend or friend, then people will become happy!
   The Djinn again laughed again, noting:
   - And what about the hermaphrodites? Or the saints?
   Capuchinka wrinkled her forehead and noticed:
   - Yes, if you talk like that, then you will not get lucky with our standards.
   . CHAPTER? 24
   Time passed terribly fast. And to think of how to make everyone happy, it seemed impossible task.
   Trump blurted out:
   - If everyone has a harem?
   The genie chuckled when he noticed:
   "But could you think of anything more stupid than that?"
   Donald judiciously remarked:
   - So in paradise they promise everyone exactly a harem.
   The genie remarked:
   "What about women?"
   Dreamily said:
   - And I'm not against the male harem! That would be super!
   The genie chuckled, pointing at the dial:
   "That's it, time is running out, and then I'll take it and laugh with you before I die." Torture on yourself you will experience sophisticated.
   Muffa hurriedly snorted.
   - Happiness to be able to torment your enemies!
   The genie winked at Donald Trump:
  "It's quite in the style of your compatriot Marquis de Sade." If you know this?
   Trump frowned.
   - Yes, I know him! There was such a toli marquis, toli graf - who sang of sexual looseness.
   The Genie viciously promised:
   - Soon you will learn relaxedness, and not just sexual. I will apply to you all kinds of torture, and millions of them will be used to all the possibilities for squeezing pain!
   Here in the last seconds Trump really dawned and he threw out:
   - All in the universe can be made happy, if their desires will always coincide with the possibilities.
   The genie choked and turned into a friend of red-and-red. Indeed, the last answer suddenly confused him all the cards. And it turned out something really disastrous. Namely for the first time in millions of years the keeper of the planet-temple lost the game in questions.
   And the following followed:
   "I did not want this, but now you have the right to demand, then why did you come."
   Maffa giggled and replied:
   - Well, what ... Give us the undivided joker!
   The genie disappeared for a moment in the air, and then appeared in a small card in her hands. She was depicted as a jester-boy, with a funny triple cap on her head. The map gleamed with golden aureole. Against the backdrop of a hefty djinn map, it seemed very small. Here the keeper of the planet-temple suggested:
   - Just a minute. Maybe you will refuse to win?
   Muffa twirled her forefinger at her temple:
   "Are we sick?"
   Jinn imploredly suggested:
   "I'll give you a whole ship of gold!"
   Maff laughed and noticed:
   - With this card we will win more!
   The genie continued to bargain:
   - I have a talisman of immortality! Think, you will live in this universe more gods!
   Maffa pricked up her ears and asked:
   "For all of us?"
   The genie sighed heavily, he really wanted to lie, but the guardian of the magical treasures is obliged to tell the truth:
   - No! For you alone!
   Maffa shook her head.
   - I'm not selfish! In addition, there is a chance that I will become a god and will live much more.
   The genie shook his head.
   - No, you will not have time!
   Maffa logically noted:
   "Jinns usually do not predict the future well!"
   The Guardian arrogantly said:
   "But not at my level!"
   Nevertheless, he did not lose optimism:
   - There is a chance that you are mistaken. Generally predictions are extremely subtle matter. In it, even the gods fold or see nothing, or see not that!
   The genie then solemnly reported:
   - Okay! I will not torment you any more, you have honestly won, risked your life, showed resourcefulness and courage. So the joker may have found worthy hosts.
   Then the custodian took a short pause and asked:
   - But can you at least guess one more problem?
   Donald asked in a practical way:
   - And what will it give us?
   The djinn replied:
   "You have to get to the realm of vampires for a long time." And not one story will have to tell your magical Hyperware. And I'll deliver you in a moment.
   Maffa asked cautiously:
   - And we risk nothing?
   Genie said confidently:
   - No! In this case, you will be assisted, and I am entertained, on a flight from this planet!
   She said emphatically:
   - And now give a riddle!
   The genie asked an intricate question:
   - What is not ripe, does not keep up, and will never be ripe!
   Maffa grinned and propped her chin on her fist. The sophisticated and experienced Donald Trump replied:
   "It's time for the politician to fulfill his pre-election promises!"
   The genie laughed. He laughed a long and very loud, even the tympanic membranes became painful. Then he fell silent and roared:
   - Yes, you answer well Donald. What do I domchu you to the realm of vampires.
   The magician thief readily agreed:
   - A lot of moving spells on such jumps are wasted. And the stories do not create them, but only activate them.
  The genie said in a pale tone:
   - While we are flying, tell me a story.
   Donald expected that they would sit on their backs, but in fact the five turned out to be in the magnificent armchairs inside the wrapped up spaceship of the genie.
   So they started smoothly, leaving the planet, where valuable artifacts are stored. And before the frontal transparent projection, a fiery haze was formed.
   The stars were smeared across the sky, and resembled the tails of comets, and various priceless and innumerable worlds. Before them lay the path to almost half the universe in a few billion light. And they flew. And so Donald on the way decided to entertain Jeanne a new story.
   In April 1943, Donald Trump took the place of Roosevelt. And I decided to act more wisely than usual, namely, to delay the Second World War ...
   The genie interrupted Donald:
   - You already told such stories. Give something cosmic or more interesting!
   And Donald began to work actively with the language. He really composed something impressive and fantastic;
   Fart Freuder's flagship battleship was approaching the planet Earth. Behind him moved other ships. The angular, cosmic empire of the fsits. And next to them, streamlined, like predatory piranhas - totalitarian over the formation of Felzanata.
   A two-meter-long squad in a mask, with broad shoulders and big horns on his helmet, rumbled fiercely:
   - You can not escape the glitch Fcioker! Either you or I, but we both do not have a place in the galaxy!
   Not inferior to Fraud Freud in growth, and shoulder width, the figure-skater and athletic Fira Velimara, actively shook her magnificent bust. The boy's suit on the girl-general was absolutely transparent and did not hide a single dash, her muscular, maiden body. The bronze skin of the warrior was flawlessly smooth, and her nipples glittered like rubies in the light of searchlights.
   Fart Freder looked at the beauty with a greedy look. The two-star general Ftelzan (a space empire so bloodthirsty and prone to conquest, that in its background the power of the black fsiths - an innocent baby!) Looked defiantly sexy.
   But what can he unhappy disabled? Use a cybernetic prosthesis?
   Fira, intercepting his thoughts, said in a victorious tone:
   - Yes, do not despair you are a friend ... On Earth there is a ring of Solomon, which has such mighty magic that against his background, the strength of G
   Gluck Fkaikora just a trickle of cigarette smoke against the background of the volcano!
   Fart Freder stormily letting air out from under the mask, he panted:
   "Can I get myself a real, living body?"
   Fira, in which the balls of muscle, dashingly rolled under the bronze skin, with a laugh said:
   - Jinn and Efreet can do anything! This is power over the universe!
   Fart Freder falsely sang:
   - Yes, the unhappy universe hovered,
   Evil genies have a lot of darkness!
   Solomon's ring is his own hateful -
   Started and smacked his head!
  
   But know Freud, of course not a pawn,
   And not always walk under yoke ...
   Turns evil enemies into fireballs,
   The ruler will become the worlds!
   Fira in response danced and pointed her elegant with a long and sharp finger on the blue ball:
   "There's the Earth!"
   Beauty-athlete sang very loudly:
   - The Earth in the porthole, the land in the porthole, The Earth in the porthole is visible ... We blasters aimed, the distance was measured, and we burn the house down!
   However, the aliens were too happy. The news that dozens of large warships appeared, emerged from the darkness of space in the earth's orbit - caused a severe panic among all the fears and governments of the blue planet. Starships of aliens with thousands of weapons, many emitters produced an irresistible impression on people.
   Fifty ships are twenty-five imperial and twenty-five Felzanates.
   Infernal power above the Earth ... And for some reason people did not believe much, that the aliens came in peace.
   Fira Velimara, suggested to Fart Freuder:
   "Let me read the address to the Earthlings!"
   The black lord was indignant at such a passage:
   - And why you? We have equal numbers of ships!
   The beautiful girl shook her powerful, bullish neck and giggled:
   "When they see your face they'll get scared ..."
   Fart Freder roared deafeningly, while his voice choked like tigers in a loop:
  - And we should take terrestrial people to fright! Let them immediately raise their paws!
   Fira Frelimara, who already had the experience of destroying and conquering the planet Earth, giggling, remarked:
   - It's time, it's time, on the radio - Boyarsky spoke ... With his drugged voice - the whole world was scared!
   The black lord rushed to the hologram, trying to grab the control scanner. Fira, grabbed Fart fingers of his naughty legs, for the mask and threw away, the burglar. Freder's combat suit loudly grunted, and knocked out sparks.
   And Fira's bronze harpy laughed:
   "Do not you really know that the lady should be the first to miss!"
   Hyperion implements of the Fleganzan empire brought down their withering fire on satellites and other products of human activity spinning on earth's orbit.
   And now Fira Velimara herself appeared. It appeared immediately on all screens, even turned off TVs and computer monitors. She appeared naked and beautiful, with four cybernetic hairpins in her hair, spewing charm and magic of annihilation. A real deity in the universe of brute force!
   A radiant muger began to twiddle with a nightingale twitter:
   - Earthlings! We are not going to conquer your miserable world. You are too far from us to measure the empire by the location of a large garrison. - Sapphire, topaz and emerald eyes girls flashed violently, or even flared like the rays of a hyperlaser. And his voice became much colder. - We trivially spray on quarks, and send your souls with the help of a hypermagagravitator to hell, to eternal hell torment!
   It sounded scary, but the fact that such a rubbish passed naked, and very appetizing woman, caused not so much horror as laughter!
   At that moment a menacing face appeared in a black mask and how it would burst through the hypertitanic gills:
   "In short, give us Solomon's ring, until we completely destroyed you!"
   Fira shook her tanned breasts, and hissed:
   - Annihilating is very painful!
   Fart Freder added, threatening with his fist in which the red-shining sword is firmly clamped:
   - And castrate without anesthesia!
   Who on the planet Earth laughed, who cried, and who started nerve colic. And only one person on the blue sublunary felt in himself a genuine joy. Turkish President Erdogan walked slowly to the mirror. And he showed himself a cuckoo. I admired the sparkling pebble, so harmoniously decorated the index finger of the right hand.
   Heir of the Ottoman Sultans roared:
   "Want Solomon's ring?" A wigwam German in the bargain not to give?
   Fart Freud seeing through the holographic images too much of the cheerful reaction of the earthlings, proskilled:
   "We must declare an ultimatum to people!"
   Fira Velimara hatched the sinks that sparkled with all the colors of the rainbow:
   "What kind of a thing is that?"
   Fart Freder with a triumphant tone in the bottomless wells of his eyes, explained:
   "It's an international word." Annihilation is guaranteed!
   Fira giggled and noticed, letting sparks out of her long, monotonous grinding nails:
   - Eh boys! You can annihilate only the flesh ... And Magogravitation - it will be even more abrupt!
   Fart Freder with a new, stunning power cut all the gravity emitters. And the beluga began to grow deafeningly.
   And what a voice a black lord had, even the armor burned white:
   "An ultimatum!" Ultimatum! I'll erase you in the annihilator!
   Fira Velimara swung her magnificent bust and twisted her luxurious thighs. At the same time she squealed, remembering earthly folklore:
   "The Russian mafia, you gave birth to death!" Vodka with hydrogen - a member of men ruined! And we have cosmic sabantuya force!
   And the soldiers of the great Felzanat how they sing:
   - We are not pathetic little insects - superninja-turtles ... Guns - ears Cheburashki - we burn everyone like a blotter!
   The ultimatum space aliens put forward, but no effect. And then Fira Velimara suggested:
   - And let's take a steep ... We'll piss on BASIC?
   Fart Freder for all his tupiznu - that you take from the brain, without hyperplasma make-up, rumbled:
   - Is this when aggressive negotiations are conducted with the help of a light sword?
   Fira winked, pushed the dog's checkered dog head off with her bare foot. A mixture of a chessboard, a horse, and a crocodile squeaked, and wounded in an offended whisper. The girl-general stuck her foot in such a way that the hot ultraplasma tickled her bare heel, and she roared, shaking her seven-tone head:
   - No handsome! Instead of a light sword, we hurl a thermo-quark bomb!
  Fart Freder poked out his long, snake-like tongue-clad tongue, and led them through the salty edges of his mask. And he sincerely squeals like a broken internal combustion engine:
   "I love thermo-quark bombs, and thermoregion bombs are even bigger!"
   Fira twisted wryly, again moved her foot, this time over a cat covered with nettle leaves:
   - Yes, you do not know how to cook with the preon!
   The black lord logically replied:
   - Do not know how - we will teach, do not want - we'll make!
   Fira shook her paw on the soldier's jaw with a paw:
   - Hyperplasmuscle! One thermokvark shell!
   From the wide trunk of the gravelled gun, a blue wave fluttered languidly. A small, rocket-sized rocket with a watermelon rushed to the surface of the planet Earth.
   Fira Velimara rode like a dragonfly, and several naked Felzanata warriors with her.
   Fart Freud bristled his mask in a dull grin:
   "And what will happen now?"
   But the annihilation shot is not even visible for the radar - beyond the speedily emitted star of the photon flight speed!
   About the attack, Vladimir Putin did not have time to find out. Sometimes ignorance is the last act of mercy of the Most High.
   Hyperplasma gehenna absorbed the Supreme Commander of the most powerful army of the planet Earth. Millions of people have evaporated, turning into plasma and hyperplasma, before they could realize the catastrophe that had occurred.
   Petals blossomed with hundreds of thousands of languages of deadly annihilation, each with its own unique shade, and a dynamic pattern of destruction.
   Giant brown fungus rose to a height of more than 500 kilometers, and a blast wave, flying several times the globe, knocked out all the glass, even in the US. The glow enveloped the entire ionosphere, in an entire immeasurable array of colors and inflorescences. From tremor rose gigantic waves of tsunami. More than two hundred meters of water shaft covered all the continents, drowning tens of thousands of ships. Power lines were put out of order, cities plunged into darkness, only here and there interrupted by fiery spots of fires.
   Henceforth, a new era has come on the planet Earth. The Dragon Hour reigned.
   In response to the demonic streams of hyper-energy, Solomon's ring received a strong discharge.
   Erdogan sensed the power of many hundreds of thousands of jinns. The President of Turkey immediately blushed and began to swell. An ordinary man with small cockroach antennae (giving him a resemblance to Adolf Hitler!), Grows like an avalanche rolling down from Everest.
   The civil suit of the Ottoman dictator burst, and the muscles began to grow, as if on leaps and bounds. And, here are expanding shoulders of Edrogana rested against the arch of the ancient Sultan's palace.
   For some time the swelling bubble went wide, until finally the marble walls collapsed. Numerous Turkish bodyguards scattered in different directions. A half-naked slave, from the harem of the Ottoman dictator, frightened by jumping naked legs, ran or crawled, if they were not lucky to be crushed.
   And Edrogen grew larger, like a superman in size. The buildings of the Turkish capital of Ankara spit under his boots. Here the Ottoman dictator is already above Mount Everest. And from the starships of Felzanath and the empire of the Black fsits, his towering silhouette is very clearly visible.
   Fira Velimara lustfully lied:
   -What a huge guy ... He and dignity - probably great!
   Fart Fredering tapping himself on the mask - so the image on her something was clouded, sibilant, croaking:
   "It's a colossus with clay feet!"
   Fira released a pair of lightning from her eyes, and cooed:
   - And it is clear that the voice must be angelic! There was a wink, characteristic of an extremely expensive prostitute. "Do not be ashamed of the flower!"
   And the Turkish dictator Edrogen continued swiftly, like an inflatable bubble to swell. And most dangerous, in his hands appeared a long and fast-growing sword.
   Here is the growth of Edrogen in a thousand nautical miles and this is not the limit. And how muscular was the Turkish dictator - the huge muscles literally grow louder and shake - any, even the most inflated bodybuilder will envy them.
   And his sword sparkles like stars, which are entwined in the inflorescence of an invincible pinnacle.
   And the teeth of the President of Turkey are extended, turning into very sharp, tortuous fangs of a rocket vampire. And the freshly baked batyr starts swinging his gigantic sword.
   Fira Velimara shouts deafeningly:
   - Termokvarkovym charge of the Fuhrer ... Ugh, on the Turkish sultan - fire!
   Fart Freder, tapping a glove on a large, gold-plated joystick control, squeaked ironically:
   "Why not Hyperplasma!" Fire is an outdated earthly expression!
   Fira Velimara as it strikes with its graceful, girlish legs, bare, pink soles on the metal floor:
   - Give me a thermo! Antipulsary bugs!
  And the thermo-quartz rockets, leaving behind a fiery flame, and broad as the tail of the bride plume rushed to the swollen from the great multitude of spirits and jinns of Edrogen who had entered it.
   The Ottoman dictator, whose size was already comparable to the Moon, also waved his space sword. And the spaceship of the empire of the fsitsh - the missile cruiser "Babuin" split under a terrible blow. Splashed giperplazmennye fragments ... And showered, something incredible and fasmogoricheskoe.
   And it is quite trivial - since the clone soldiers died quite prosaically. Showing emotions is nothing more than biorobots. But their commander Santa, not being a clone, was obviously nervous. And he remembered how much he secretly sold slaves to the Rhatham. Well, now it was exactly waiting for the hell of the antisense and the agony of the dark side of power!
   Thermo-quartz rockets rammed Erdogan. Each of them carried in itself the energy of a hundred billion atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima. And the mighty, muscular torso of the Ottoman dictator covered the ulcers and flashes of exploding ultranuclear bombs.
   Fira Velimara held her bare foot on her elegant nose and squeaked:
   - Of course not! I want wine - a pack of "Camel" cigarettes!
   Fart Freder put his clawed paw on the naked muscular back of the girl and, following it, produsavil:
   - Sobriety is the norm of life!
   Fira struck the potential enemy of the black lord with her knee in the jaw and buzzed:
   "Order, first of all!"
   Despite the fact that Erdogan's piercing charges were enough to destroy the Moon, with Mercury in addition, the Ottoman Sultan, even more increased in size. He now really looked like a huge fairy-tailed efreet. And his sword was actively searching for himself the victims among the ships of Felzanath and the empire of the fsits.
   Fart Freder looking at how the thermo-quark missiles did not cause the slightest harm to this mastodon from a fairy tale, and the superlaser perhaps even feed the power of Erdogan, suggested to Fira:
   "Maybe we can pool our efforts?"
   Nude beauty from the Ftilzan Empire did not quite understand the black lord:
   - How? We are united!
   Barely concealed bikini, General Astara, this fleshy warrior girl offered her own version:
   "Let's throw a thermo-recharge charge into it!"
   Fart Freder in which the curiosity of the researcher and the scientist of the dark side of the force awoke, sipping through the mask asked:
   - This weapon based on the process of merging pre-nons?
   Astara, arching her torso consisting of only muscles and tendons, bowed low to the black lord:
   "Oh, yes, my lord!" Such a reaction makes it possible to use in a rocket an energy equal to 1000 pentatons. Or ten, there are not a hundred trillion atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima!
   The living mind of the black lord made an instant count and Fart Freder whistled in surprise:
   - Wow! From such an explosion, even the planet Jupiter crumble, into quarks!
   Fira Velimara for some reason did not share this optimism too much:
   - The planet Earth will be burnt by such a blow. All life within the solar system will be destroyed!
   Fart Freder looked at the space battle. Erdogan tried to cut Felzanat's combat hyperon battleship, which looked like a carnivorous piranha. He, using his phenomenal maneuverability, desperately tried to avoid defeat.
   However, hyperon guns, and superglass batteries, were completely useless against Erdogan's ultramaglasma flesh. It accumulated energy billions of genies, and the speed exceeded the light.
   There was an ardent battleship, cut like a sausage with a knife. And at the same time huge sparks flew in hundreds of miles.
   The Ottoman dictator roared deafeningly:
   - Banzai! Will you have a grave design!
   Fart Freder estimated the distance, with genuine alarm, remarked:
   "If the thermo-recharge charge explodes, it will blow us apart like a torch of butterflies!"
   Fira Velimara shyly winked at the black lord and confidently said:
   "Do not be afraid, my dark terminator!" At thermopreponence cumulative aiming!
   Lord Freud hopelessly waved his hand:
   - All right, fell! In the meantime, I will gather all the dark sides of strength!
   Erdogan, in which all seventy-two tribes of fairy-tale spirits entered, floated above the Earth.
   The Sultan of Turkey twice exceeded in its length the diameter of the Moon and simply sparkled with demonic and phenomenal force. This battle is now boiling in space. The sword of Erdogan soars faster than lightning and rages desperately shooting starships.
   Even semi-annihilation particles are completely useless against such simply fanatical power of the jinn. The giant-destroyer of the cosmic empire, caught in the blade's edge, flashed a yellow-blue flame and did not even leave any fragments.
  But Fira Velimara pulled out of her sleeve a "trump card" - a thermoregion missile. Thermopreon is capable of releasing an energy of 7 quadrillionfold with a full release, than a thermonuclear reaction.
   The cumulative thermo-reion charge is slightly weaker, but it focuses the destruction incomparably more accurately. And here their belly of the flagship battleship is thrown out princess-plasma blot.
   This is how the guided thermodynamic missile based on the synthesis looks in an unconventional way. It does not have stable matter, so it is almost impossible to knock it down. But the charge itself chooses a goal.
   The princess-plasma blot scares Erdogan. He gets confused, but the ultra-advanced substance is quicker. And like a spider, a hypernuclear bomb sucked to the mighty torso of a freshly baked king and emperor of the jinn!
   Fira Velimara hot puffed up her paws and sang:
   "We'll tear it apart!" We'll post the quarks!
   Mighty as Hercules Erdogan heavily warped, and he, bent over, like a gutta-percha ball in half.
   A supernova burst out. Several Felzanath starships and Fuschthus empires that appeared nearby, were thrown off, the hyperplasma shaft burned the platforms and trunks of a great many batteries. He squashed a lot of clones and beautiful Amazon girls from the Felzan Empire.
   Erdogan himself twisted, turned and ... Became even more and more terrible. The second sword, like a germ of a carnivorous parasitic plant, made its way in the right hand.
   And the dictator of the Ottoman Empire laughed deafeningly:
   - Oh, you pathetic space aliens .... You are only servants of Shaitan, and in fact, Shaitan is also my servant!
   And on the planet Earth in the meantime raging tornadoes. Waves of the world ocean instantly warmed up from a hypernuclear flash, and boiled with a steep, scalding all living boiling water. And the forests and high-rise buildings were flushed.
   One hundred trillion Hiroshim, lunar from the distance of the lunar orbit - this is not a joke! And the fire that engulfed the whole Earth literally burned it to the hell of hell.
   In the place of Washington, a bright, violent glow of light broke out, then a colossal violet-brown flower appeared. Seven giperplazmennyh petals separated from the dazzling bud, flying up into the clouds beyond the clouds. They for ten seconds shone with all the colors of the rainbow, and then, immediately tarnished, fell, leaving only the giant glowing purple-red sparks in the stratosphere.
   In the twinkling of an eye dozens, hundreds of millions of people were burned, flying apart in elementary particles. Those who were far away, were blind and blazing like living torches. The fire devoured human flesh. People skinned their skin, dyed hair, charred skulls. The blast wave, as it were an accordion, folded skyscrapers, burying alive many, still recently such living and carefree individuals in scorching concrete graves.
   The team of fair-haired, half-naked schoolchildren in Texas, drove the ball, graviowave passed along them, leaving only ash-colored silhouettes on the burnt grass. Poor boys, what they were thinking about at the last moment: maybe they called their mother, or some of the heroes of the cinema, innumerable computer games.
   The girl, returning from the store with a basket, went to the next world, smiling, not even having to cry out. The child just flew to photons and only a miraculously preserved ribbon of bantik circled the atmospheric vortex. People hiding in the subway, white and colored pressed like flies under the press, those who flew on the plane at the same time, the tornadoes of the Gehenna were thrown out of the stratosphere, and this is even worse and slower death ... When in the chilling devouring predatory piranha, a vacuum, people are banging their heads against the dural walls, and their eyes are falling out of their orbits. The tongues of bloody saliva are falling out, and the peas are knocked out like peas.
   Death called the poor man and billionaire, senator and prisoner, movie star and scavenger. It seemed that millions of souls were howling to the sky, the world turned upside down and perhaps for the first time people felt that it was a thin thread of life and how much they needed each other. Mother and child suffocated under the rubble, pressing against each other so tightly that they could be torn off, all the forces of hell could not.
   Even the dark side of the power impregnated with an eyeball, the semi-mechanical monster Fart Freder felt the pain and suffering of the billions of dead earth.
   And in desperation he called to himself all the fibers and masses of the phenomenal manifestation of the dark side of power.
   Fira Velimara in this matter supported him and held out a strong hand to the black lord. They have merged mentally. Their bioplasmic fields instantly mixed, the female and the male began to unite together, forming an alliance of theoplasmic forces.
   And then there was a colossal hypergraviomagic collapse, carrying out tremendous, literally super-fantastic transformations.
  The surviving spaceships of the cosmic empire and Felzanata began to gather together, like balls of mercury. They quickly merged, crumpled into princeps-plasma clay, creating a single and monolithic whole.
   Throughout the cosmos, spinning particles drifted off like filings in an induction coil. And then, on the spot of the flagship of the Sith Empire empire, a machine-gun burst followed similar flashes of photos to the photographers, and then a huge man appeared.
   His figure was strange. The body and legs like the Fira Velimara are naked and seductive, but the head, shoulders and arms are covered with Fart Freder's black combat suit.
   It turned out a frightening hybrid: the Lord of Dark Forces, a warrior from the troops of the SS Felzanata Velimara. And, the size of the thug in diameter from Venus. Such a monster was born, and was created by extreme manifestation, hypergravity magic.
   In the hands of Fart-Fira flashed two lightsabers: red and purple. Both weapons glowed and sparkled very brightly and intensely. Half the girl-mager, half the cybernetic organism moved towards Erdogan.
   Under the graceful, bare feet, girlish legs, the vacuum rumbled deafeningly. It seemed that this monster was simply marching through the minefield, where the explosives are invisible, but this is even more destructive.
   The Turkish dictator, also swollen with the diameter of Venus, walked towards his counterpart. They approached, and one under bare feet, girlish legs, and the other under high boots rumbled like a million thunders ... emptiness!
   Fart Freder and Fira in one bottle, saluted Erdogan with a sword.
   The Ottoman dictator responded with a bark:
   "No mercy for the enemy!"
   Fart Freder responded with a sneer:
   - Repetition of the mother - plundering!
   And their swords with a wild crash, eruptions of a billion volcanoes Krakatau crossed. And the vacuum shuddered. The quarks in the whirlwinds of ether aired.
   Erdoğan, sensing that his wove their numerous hordes of evil and good spirits flesh, shuddered at the impact, roared:
   "Shaitan!" You're strong!
   Fart Freder continued the attack, barked:
   - And the weak was never!
   The black lord and the warrior-monger attacked Erdogan. And although his opponent was not inferior in strength and speed, but in the art of fencing, of course the Turkish president could not compare, with the warrior who trained the best warriors and fencers in the galaxy - the Jedi.
   Fira's voice had already been heard. This hellish girl too was not weakly trained. Since there were no men in their empire, the girls were hatched in cybernetic wombs. They were taught to kill and fight even when the fetus was forming in a nutrient medium using computer programs.
   - That the son of a Turkish citizen does not like it, this is a welcome!
   And the princeps-plasma sword, slashed over Erdogan's fattened face. The severed ass of the Ottoman dictator collapsed, twirled in the whirlwinds of the ether, began to tear to pieces, breaking like a whole bunch of annihilation bombs. And from the chopped cheek blood was poured. And in every drop, jinned and witches with brooms splashed.
   The Turkish dictator tried to answer, but Fart Freder very cleverly ducked under the curve sword scimitar, and himself lupanul opponent on the side, cutting the enemy a whole layer of musculature. Erdogan roared still louder and again attacked.
   Fart Freder parried swings, and bare feet of the lyre hit the enemy right in the groin.
   Erdogan painfully pinched, and with a wild moan, in which, squeaky notes were felt, croaked:
   "Now the little man is finished!"
   Fart Freder accelerated the attack, and sang the attack:
   - And yet the end, it's not the end! The end is just the beginning!
   And now he is holding his key reception, with the help of which Count Duko was defeated. A severed brush, along with the sword, hangs in the tide of the vacuum. And then, too, begins to break. As if reusable, reactive, launchers-emitting supernovae-shot in one place.
   Erdogan bulged his eyes from unbearable pain, retreated and crashed his head into the moon.
   The satellite of the planet Earth was deformed from the impact, it was covered by wide cracks, and an active eruption of magma began. The moon began to resemble a severely beaten face. Lyra again moved Erdogan's foot to the knee, and Freder's sword from the defenseless side, hooked his shoulder, cutting off a thick piece of meat and muscles.
   The Ottoman dictator was already clearly sailing, his only surviving sword flew in a wide range, but the point of the black lord's red sword pierced directly into the opponent's hand. Then a sharp turn and another cut off Erdogan's paw drops down to begin to break, annihilation and magic firecrackers.
   The Ottoman dictator is disarmed, and his last desperate attempt, like a dragon,
  
  Like a trillion flamethrowers lupanulo at once. And plasma eruption flooded almost the entire solar system. The waves of the flickering flame, in a couple of seconds, were dominated to the orbit of Pluto. The mask and hands of Furt Freuder stood, but barefoot, Fira's maiden heels burned capitally.
   The general girl shouted in pain, the fire brutally scorched the sole, even the large blisters swelled at once, on the charred and blackened female feet and legs. Came to the knees ...
   But Fart Freder professional trade, in the jump and with the rotation of the hull and the convergent movement of swords - demolished the large, horned head of the Ottoman President Erdogan.
   The huge head that was not inferior to the size of the moon, the great warrior and ruler rolled away, and thick blue lips whispered:
   - All the finish!
   After the explosion, the explosion was so deafening, destructive and huge that everything, before that, was a miserable match fire against the background of a hydrogen bomb tested in space. The streams of annihilation hyperplasma flooded space from the Sun, then Alpha Centauri and Sirius ...
   Epic battle Fart Freder against Erdogan - the final act of the play - "The history of mankind"!
   . EPILOGUE
   The game with the vampires was extremely tense. Firstly, the city itself of this race made an impression and, in it it was not safe. Vampires are very amorous and lascivious. They like a bit and suck fresh blood. So you do not get bored with them. True genie so much liked the last story of Donald Trump, that he in his generosity delivered a group of five directly to the palace.
   The vampire king was just bored. Since he always won, no one wanted to play cards with him. And here just came the five with valuable artifacts. How can I not profit? Play for an indistinguishable pistol? This is in principle possible.
   The emperor and the king of vampires did not object. And what can put in place the aliens. Talisman of resurrection? It's interesting, but not enough. Tablecloth-self-cleaning? If the modification is suitable then it is complete. Invisibility Cloak? Also on the farm will fit - although such cloaks the king of vampires a lot. But the sword is a hundred heads from the shoulders, also a very interesting artifact. But most of all the coveted Magic Hypervor - he does a lot of things. That is, to rob the aliens - the temptation is great. Especially with a vampire such a magic deck of cards, anyone will win by one hundred percent.
   The King of Vampire Kovososov was sitting in the throne room, shining with gold, emeralds, rubies, topaz, sapphires and diamonds. The stones were very large and sparkled. And gold was everywhere and all. Mirrors, however, so beloved by the elves were not. Vampires, despite their strict beauty, did not like to look in the mirror. Although produced, the palace impressed with the pomp and abundance of statues.
   Female vampires, although they had naturally pale skin, actively used cosmetics and sunscreen. And also distinguished by beauty as elfiyki.
   In general there were rumors that vampires are a mutation of elves, not as numerous as this glamorous race, but tenacious and strong, he firmly held under his control a whole galaxy. Theoretically, you can become a vampire, but it is very difficult to achieve this: you need to have special merits. And yet it happened that people became vampires. So the human race was less aware of its exclusivity in the universe.
   In addition, a huge temptation to get extremely long is about a million, and sometimes more years, the life of a vampire. Moreover, the light of stars is perfectly protected by modern cosmetic creams and magic ointments. Only to multiply vampires is difficult, although they have more females than men and they, perhaps, are more lustful than elves. And the men, strangely enough, on the contrary, are colder, and they are not easily dragged into bed.
   Elfic is considered a great fortune to drag a male vampire into bed. And this is usually proud of. Often, an invitation to drink your blood is helpful. Bitten by a vampire, contrary to popular opinion, do not become vampires themselves, but their wounds heal faster and health improves. Vampires kill themselves, sucking out blood rarely, and more often than not mindless animals. Murder for the blood of another intelligent race is not approved.
   In any case, it's not so scary to be among the vampires, as it seems at first glance.
   The emperor of the bloodsuckers looked like an athletically built young man with long white hair. He was handsome, with a painted face. On the right cheek, in particular, a dragon is punctured, on the left tiger, a forehead in lightning.
   And it was no longer the emperor-god who held the whole galaxy and many thousands of worlds under the boot, but the earthly hippy. Or the hero of the comics.
   However, by the standards of vampires, the emperor was still young - some two hundred thousand years. And it did not change at all: thousands of three years ago.
   In any case, Curiososov's curiosity was not quenched. He inspected the Pentagon, and called the traditional condition:
   - We will compete to three wins! For my part, an indistinguishable pistol: with yours - all seven artifacts and weapons of gnomes!
   Maff noticed this:
   - Is not that too much?
  The emperor of the vampires burst out laughing.
   - An indistinguishable pistol is gold, which you can unlimitedly get from your pocket buying this or that thing. A invisibility cloak or short boots can be bought in a supermarket or in a large market.
   She shrugged and noticed:
   - I think, yes ... Although we can not buy something so easily in the market. Especially the resuscitator of the dead, or the magical Hypervora?
   An experienced emperor, sensing the answer in advance, asked:
   - Maybe you want to give up the game!
   Maff emphatically objected:
   - No!
   The emperor nodded to the servant.
   "Bring the cards!"
   The magic deck was kept in seven chests, and in each chest seven locks. But with the help of magic opened quickly. The emperor of the bloodsuckers sang:
   - All the impossible is possible in the universe, you just have to be with luck unchanged! A vampire will come to you beauty, on a dark night, with him you will live forever with a very strong love.
   The game went into a fool-fool. At first the vampire looked very confident. Maffa sat down to play, hiding the joker in the bra. And worried, so did not have time to try out the magic card in the case. And how will it turn out now? Magic against magic, an artifact against artifact.
   Suddenly, the game ended, throwing aces and attacking kings. With the last card, the emperor of the vampires did not get lucky and he turned out to be a fool.
   For the first time in a rather big life after losing, the emperor felt a state of shock. She looked lost in confusion, then offered to keep the remnants of composure.
   - And now play in a thousand!
   Maffa nodded, but the Emperor said brutally:
   "Not with you, but with Capuchin."
   Maffa quickly bent down and kissed the middle elf. She got a joker in a bra and felt confident in herself.
   The game is a thousand long, but interesting. The cards flashed, the emperor tried to cheat. But nothing happened with him that way, although he was in the lead most of the time on points, but at the last turn, he was ahead of him.
   The score was two zero, and it remained to play only the third series. The emperor chose the most prestigious card game - poker. And in a severe tone he said:
   - And now a man will play with me!
   Donald hastened to state:
   - Of course it's me! With a child it is indecent to play for money!
   The emperor nodded rigidly.
   - Yes you!
   Capuchin kissed Trump in the back of his head. The joker moved between the shoulder blades. The emperor of vampires should not have known about the existence of such a strong artifact.
   So they began to play, every now and then, changing combinations. Donald felt the excitement, although at first the card did not go. But here the emperor of vampires throws out four aces. This is a very strong call, there is only one combination that can beat that, and it turns out to be in Trump.
   And what do you want? Joker, you are a joker - you're lucky sentence!
   Donald Trump threw up both hands and shouted:
   - Victory!
   And then he felt that he was struck like a blow on the head. The emperor looked at the five. In his eyes, the fire of hell burned, the flame of hell. There was a hissing sound:
   "You won nothing!" Forget it, there was no game!
   Maffa blew on the vampire in response, he coughed with blood, he was warped, and the elf laughed:
   "Try the villain's money!" Let's win faster!
   The emperor of the vampires, panting in silvery dust, gurgled:
   - Do not! Everything will be honest!
   Maffa reminded:
   - Card debt is sacred, who does not give them away, will be a failure in eternity.
   Donald stood, frozen like a statue. The eldest elbowed him with his clawed neck, and the former billionaire came to himself. The warrior snapped the young man in the nose.
   Confused Trump asked:
   - What was it?
   Maffa smirked, answering:
   - Very strong hypnosis!
   Donald could hardly tilt his deeply aching neck and asked:
   - But we won?
   Muffa breathed out with force.
   - Yes! But we'd better leave the Imperial Palace soon.
   Trump grinned savagely.
   - First we will receive a prize!
   Beautiful female vampires have brought a box with a treasure.
   The indistinguishable pistol was a fairly large gold coin with a constantly changing image. It could be used when any purchase, and it turned into various coins with portraits and images.
   Donald took in his hand an indistinguishable pistol, it was warm to the touch. He held it for a while and suddenly tried for a tooth. It seems to be nothing special - ordinary gold.
   Then Trump turned to the medallion:
   "Well, can you take us out?"
   He confidently replied:
   "The charge will last a little longer, besides, I was activated by the story with Erdogan."
   And the locket cut the top speed. Now the stars like they will jump around them. Like the herds of fire-breathing, small, but brightly shining stallions.
   Donald Trump himself said:
   "That's what mind and intellect are!" He conquers the vaunted success of vampires!
   And now the already familiar capital of gnomes has already been achieved. The same mechanical, rigorous and artsy at the same time.
   And the main royal palace. Immediately pay for the entrance is what: an indistinguishable pistol acts. Elves even looked into the armory. It's a good idea to return old debts and buy new weapons. And this is a cool thing to buy weapons for yourself. And, of course, for their country - the elves are great patriots of the empire.
   With stealthy weapons, he suddenly felt greedy:
   - Is it worth to give such an invaluable thing for an artifact. Especially not yet the fact that the seven master keys of absolute power will make you the most all-powerful in the universe, and the richest in the universe we are already?
   Donald, who, like a born rich man, certainly appreciated the grandmother, hesitated. Really let go of this state, and it is not known for what.
   But then, under the shine and radiance, appeared Affa, the most beautiful girl and goddess in the universe. Wrote the crippled capriciously:
   "Well, there's no Donald!" You're bound to get an oath, these pickpockets! This oath is unbreakable. I know, of course, you people are not very scrupulous in matters of vows, but ...
   Affa flashed her eyes ... Lightning struck from her pupils!
   Donald Trump answered coolly:
   - And you, too, should not pressure us ... And easy money leads to degradation!
   With this, Maffa readily agreed:
   "All riches corrupt, absolute wealth corrupts absolutely!"
   Capuchin agreed:
   - With such an artifact, too much is available! So it's not too interesting!
   Affa kissed Capuchinka in the mouth and promised:
   "You will receive an unprecedented reward." That of which you can not even dream!
   Donald drowsily remarked:
   "And what does omnipotence personally give you?" You already have everything, but the responsibility will grow.
   Affa giggled, stating:
   - Responsibility is sometimes so sweet! You believe me!
   Donald, with the air of a connoisseur who knew everything in practice, replied:
   "And the power is even sweeter!" She sometimes beckons you, literally pulling out the strongest magnet. So less power can not be ... - Then Trump realized that he had made a reservation and, having recovered, added. - There is no more temptation than power. In any case, for some!
   Affa has now seriously noted:
   - I fly away, but already I feel that you will do everything right!
   Donald promised:
   - Of course!
   The throne room at the king of gnomes shone with flinty stones, and he was himself carved from a precious gem. The monarch himself was quite ordinary for the gnome appearance, but is hung with jewelry.
   The offer to exchange the unchangeable duplon for an artifact in the form of a lion, the lord of the dwarfs met with ill-concealed joy. Indeed this is for their people, who so appreciates the money a colossal find. And from the statuette of a lion, still no income. Just spend resources on protection from thieves.
   But the king of gnomes, would not be a gnome in the square, if he did not try to bargain more. In particular, the dwarf drew a sword - one hundred heads from the shoulders. After all, the weapons of their forest people oh, as they valued. And on the magical locket that gives such a wonderful moving hand stretched.
   But Donald, being himself a born merchant, pretended that he was going to leave. The king of gnomes, fearing to miss such a profitable deal, hurried to fasten it with a written document and a handshake. And his Majesty so squeezed Donald's hand that she nearly fell off. And turned blue, swollen, began to ache.
   But a statuette with a throbbing lion was handed over. It is not easy to hold it, it is hot and sparking. Muffa wrapped her in a magical plastic, and ... kissed the King's farewell.
   And Donald, sensing, decided to sing. Still, the first step out of seven is done. One of the master keys is their absolute power, which means that life has not gone down the drain. And how to know. Will not these keys help restore the old human land?
  And Donald sang to his full throat;
   In space, there are many different doors,
   Evil hyperplasms are raging streams!
   Knowledge gave a lot of keys,
   We were people, and now the gods!
  
   On starships, we rush through the waves,
   Fumble quarks in the whirlwinds of ether!
   What will I give to my descendants,
   Children of a different, turbulent world!
  
   Vacuum is warm, heats the heart,
   Stars around the face in the happiness of lovers!
   Serving for progress - there is no end,
   And on the Earth rustle the maples gently!
  
   Where we go, there Bucks blooms,
   The thunder of battles is the music of life!
   We will venture boldly into a new campaign,
   We will serve the Eternal Fatherland eternally!
  
   Let there be sacrifices - the space is severe,
   Many different kinds and races!
   Too much of an abyss of worlds,
   In the evening a friend, and in the morning betrayed!
  
   But for the Fatherland, there are no barriers,
   Anyone knows: the US is power!
   Do not be afraid and hell and hell,
   Do not imprison and death-grave!
  
   Annihilate can only flesh,
   Well, the soul truly serves the Motherland!
   Trouble and trouble - all overcome,
   We must tighten the belt more tightly!
  
   Here they struck the enemy,
   We are humanity - the navel of the universe!
   Sunk an abomination - will meet a blow,
   We are not to face: gentleness, sorrow and sobs!
  
   In space for us, has become like a courtyard,
   Quick flight between the stars like a walk!
   Although the sky carpet is unlimited,
   Redraw it can - not a joke!
   To be continued...
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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