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Putin And Biden Crush The Terrorists

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    By the will of the Gods-demiurges, the presidents of the United States and Russia - Putin and Biden, have been turned into warrior girls who carry out a special mission to search for terrorist number one Black Sultan in the anomalous zone. And they will have to face the mafia, mutants, and other wonders of the zone.
  PUTIN AND BIDEN CRUSH THE TERRORISTS
  
  ANNOTATION
  By the will of the Gods-demiurges, the presidents of the United States and Russia - Putin and Biden, have been turned into warrior girls who carry out a special mission to search for terrorist number one Black Sultan in the anomalous zone. And they will have to face the mafia, mutants, and other wonders of the zone.
  
  
  
  MISSION IN THE ANNOMAL ZONE
  
  It's hard in a predictable world
  In it, humanity is extremely unpleasant ...
  The Komsomol girl holds a powerful oar,
  To make it Fritz - ladies in the eye and understandable!
  
  The beautiful girl fights in the war,
  A Komsomol member jumps barefoot in the cold...
  It will be a doubly fist to the evil Hitler,
  Even AWOL will not help the Fuhrer!
  
  So good people - fight furiously,
  To be a warrior, they must be born...
  Rush the Russian knight up like a falcon,
  Let the knights of blessed faces support!
  
  Pioneers young with strength like a giant,
  Their power is the greatest, cooler than the whole universe ...
  I know you will see - a furious alignment,
  To cover everything with daring, completely imperishable!
  
  Stalin of our Motherland is a great leader,
  The greatest wisdom, the banner of communism...
  And he will drive the enemies of Russia into trembling,
  Dispersing the clouds of formidable fascism!
  
  So proud people, you believe the king,
  Yes, if it seems that he is too strict ...
  I give a song to the Motherland,
  And the girls are barefoot in the snow!
  
  Why, our powerhouse is very large,
  The Red Empire, the powerful spirit of Russia...
  The wise will rule, I know for centuries,
  In that infinite power without any limits!
  
  And don't slow down the Russians with anything,
  The strength is heroic, the laser will not measure ...
  Our life is not fragile, like a thread of silk,
  Know the dashing knights to the end in shock!
  
  We are faithful to our homeland, the heart is like a fire,
  Rushing into battle cheerful and great rage...
  We'll soon drive a stake into the damned Hitler,
  And vile and bad old age will disappear!
  
  Then believe the Fuhrer Berlin will fall.
  The enemy capitulates, soon he will lay down his paws ...
  And over our Motherland in the wings of a cherub,
  And the evil dragon with a mace in the face!
  
  The beautiful motherland will flourish,
  And huge lilac petals...
  There will be glory and honor to our knights,
  We will get more than we have now!
  
  Once, under the yoke, our people groaned,
  It was an hour of terrible, cruel trials!
  The enemy aimed a dagger at the heart,
  To make a cemetery for lonely widows!
  
  Holy Russia threw off the chain,
  Straightened her shoulders - all winning the battle!
  The fatherland will not endure the shackles,
  We pray to you Jesus!
  
  After all, Russia did not suit the fate of a slave,
  No one dares to quit, in a word offensive!
  Although the cold reigns and carvings on the windows,
  The church's prominent dome shines in the sun!
  
  Beautiful in poems is our Russian language,
  The fatherland shines: peace, joy, light!
  I clung to the face of the icon with a prayer,
  And I know that God will give an answer to the request!
  
  PROLOGUE
  Huge mountains covered with sparkling diamond crust. Above them is the sky , densely dotted with garlands of stars that sparkle with all the colors of the rainbow.
  They are like scatterings of diamonds, emeralds, rubies, sapphires, topazes on the black velvet sky.
  Hanging in the air, as if on an invisible throne, is a girl of unprecedented beauty in a regal outfit, high-heeled shoes and a crown sparkling with gems.
  In front of her jumps a fair-haired boy who looks about twelve years old in a fashionable T-shirt, shorts and barefoot. But, despite such a childish appearance, this kid is able to create and destroy universes, and change the physical laws of the universe.
  The demiurge boy Bountini bowed to his mother, the Goddess of the Gods in the jeweled crown, and humbly said:
  - Oh, Great Emmanuel, these presidents of Russia and the United States Biden and Putin have shown themselves capable of fighting, a high level of intelligence and courage!
  The Goddess of the Goddesses nodded her brightly sparkling head.
  - Yes, I did not expect less from them! True, these presidents had to change the memory, which had an impact on personalities.
  Bountini agreed with this:
  - Great job done. I couldn't do better myself! Although, no, this is my job!
  Emmanuelle nodded and quite logically remarked, baring her teeth:
  - I have an idea to entrust these guys, Vladimir Putin and Joe Biden, with a more serious and responsible task.
  Bountini, wrinkling a childish face, asked:
  - And what is the task of the Almighty mother?
  The Goddess Girl replied with fury:
  - We need to catch the Black Sultan! And do it in Russia of the twenty-first century, but only in a different universe. Where there is a large, anomalous zone.
  The demiurge boy squeaked:
  - And you want to throw these presidents there?
  Emmanuelle readily confirmed:
  - Certainly! Right there.
  Bountini remarked with a laugh:
  - And what, again in the bodies of girls?
  Emmanuelle nodded vigorously with her sparkling head like a flame.
  - Of course in the bodies of girls! And, very beautiful.
  The demiurge boy remarked:
  - It is interesting. But the main thing is that the girls are strong and fast.
  Emmanuel nodded in agreement.
  - So they will be. Moreover, they have the bodies of girls who were bred artificially. A kind of body of the people of the future.
  Bountini laughed with great satisfaction.
  - It is wonderful! Yes, that's exactly what we need. So that these presidents of Russia and the United States do not confuse anything, we will introduce them with a false memory of girls. And they will do our job
  The Goddess of the Gods nodded.
  - Yes, it will be so! Joe Biden and Vladimir Putin will think that they are girls, and even patriots of Russia. But in reality they will dance to our tune, and do what we want.
  The demiurge boy remarked:
  - However, at the same time, fighting for Russia?
  Emmanuel nodded in agreement.
  - Yes, fighting for Russia! But for different types of Russia in different eras.
  Bountini nodded vigorously.
  - Fine! It is precisely such a mission that will be the coolest and most super for Biden and Putin.
  Emmanuelle replied with a smile:
  - Now let's look at them.
  Two tall, very beautiful and muscular girls appeared before the Demiurge Gods. One is blonde, the other is red.
  Emmanuelle nodded.
  - Blonde Maria, red-haired Juliana.
  Bountini suggested with a smile:
  - Joe Biden will be Maria.
  The Goddess of the Gods confirmed:
  - And Vladimir Putin will be a red-haired Yuliana.
  The demiurge boy agreed:
  - It's the most reasonable thing. Well, now they are waiting for a real and modern mission. Their memory will be impeccable. They will be 100% girls in their thoughts and actions.
  Emmanuelle nodded with a laugh.
  - Men in women's bodies with women's memory, it's funny!
  Bountini remarked:
  - The Black Sultan killed the Russian Prime Minister. So hunting in the anomalous zone will be the most interesting and very impressive.
  Goddess of Goddesses noted:
  - Yes, but we do not need the Black Sultan so much as something completely different. Well, it's better for these girl presidents not to know.
  The demiurge boy vigorously stamped his bare foot, so that the air rang, and confirmed:
  - They'll bring it! I'm sure they will come up with what we want.
  Emmanuelle shook her foot, and the diamond-studded shoe disappeared. And from the bare fingers of the graceful leg of the Goddess of the Gods, lightning flew out, which began to grow rapidly into a real, hyperplasmic tornado.
  . CHAPTER #1
  The presidents of Russia and the United States - Biden and Putin left their bodies. And for their world, both, as it were, died on the same day. After all, a body without a soul is not a body. And so in world history there was a revolution. Both already middle-aged presidents of the two largest powers threw back their hooves.
  And if in the United States this did not cause serious shocks and power automatically passed to the vice president, and there was no need to call new elections, then in Russia it changed a lot. Moreover, there was no single successor to Vladimir Putin. Formally, Prime Minister Mikhail Mishustin should act as president, but United Russia could have its own considerations. In any case, many regretted that there was no post of vice president in Russia, and a rather confusing situation with a successor. Vladimir Putin, like many other dictators, did not have time to appoint a successor, and this created a rather critical situation in an already troubled Russia. Elections to the State Duma were held with massive fraud, on an unprecedented scale. And this gave rise to massive unrest and riots.
  Although Zyuganov, as always, hid. But young cadres in the left movement began to play an ever greater role.
  In general, protest potential grew in society. And people wanted change.
  In fact, the economy is stagnant and recession - the oligarchs are getting fat, and the people are impoverished.
  And the coronavirus against the backdrop of China did not look very good in Russia.
  It should be noted that Putin himself was ill, and was clearly losing strength. Corruption scandals shook United Russia.
  The left-wing forces were gaining more and more popularity in Russia.
  Therefore, when Vladimir Putin died in March 2022, there was even a semblance of rejoicing among the people.
  And let the excitement grow with great force. So even the police were not enough. And here also Ramzan Kadyrov announced his decision to run for president of Russia. This further aggravated an already difficult situation.
  Mikhail Mishustin convened a security council. First of all, it was necessary to decide on a single presidential candidate. Here Medvedev and Shoigu declared their ambitions.
  Especially dangerous was Sergei Shoigu, the Minister of Defense and the formal winner of the elections to the State Duma, which were held in 2021. He had both authority and real military power at hand.
  Medvedev was already president of Russia and formally headed the ruling party. In addition, Vladimir Putin personally wanted to see Medvedev as his successor.
  Major disagreements arose at the top. Then Acting President Mikhail Mishustin made a knight's move: he awarded Sergei Shoigu the rank of Marshal, and awarded him the Order of Victory.
  In response, Shoigu nevertheless accepted and supported the appointment of Mishustin from United Russia as the only candidate. Medvedev was forced to accept. True, Mikhail Mishustin also threw a bone to him: he presented the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called.
  Which was very honorable. The order is high and very prestigious. Medvedev yielded to the prime minister and the acting president. But they were still flowers. It was necessary to solve the problem of another splitter of the elite: Ramzan Kadyrov. They say the power in the elections should be unified.
  Ramzan said that for sixteen years he was tired of managing Chechnya alone, and he at least wants the post of prime minister of Russia. Mishustin noted that such requirements are excessive. But perhaps he will give Ramzan the post of Minister of the Interior.
  Ramzan noticed that this was not enough. And he will agree if he is also given the post of First Deputy Prime Minister in charge of the entire power bloc.
  But this did not suit Shoigu, who was promised the post of First Deputy Prime Minister.
  Bargaining arose ... Ramzan hinted that the Caucasus might flare up ... Mikhail Mishustin, not wanting to create problems for himself, handed Ramzan a second star of the Hero of Russia and appointed him Deputy Prime Minister and Minister of the Interior.
  This somehow suited everyone ... The unity of the elite was saved and the ruling party made a bet on Mikhail Mishustin.
  But there was still a formality to go through: to win the presidential elections in Russia.
  And here the authorities had certain problems. Although, in principle, solvable: the opposition does not have a strong and promoted leader. The most important leader, Navalny, is still in prison, and among the communists, Zyuganov is old and boring, and Grudinin did not take place. True, the left hastily nominated the governor of the Oryol region, Andrei Klychkov. But his chances are slippery too.
  Mikhail Mishustin found himself without serious competitors, and this is his clear plus. But he himself is devoid of charisma and popularity - which is a minus!
  But you can cheat anyone. Moreover, Mishustin immediately doubled the minimum wage. And pensions are two and a half times as disability payments.
  Fortunately, due to the increased prices for oil and gas, especially gas, there was a lot of money in the treasury.
  And you could finally be generous, and give the people a little breath. Giving them money.
  Vladimir Zhirinovsky received the star of the Hero of Russia and the rank of general. He participated in these presidential elections more like a communist sploer.
  Sergei Ivanovich Furgal was also released from prison and was even awarded the Order of Courage, which was positively received by the people.
  The members of the Liberal Democratic Party were very pleased that Vladimir Putin had finally died, and a period of liberalization had begun and much more freedom than before. And there were candles to the Almighty God, who finally took the annoying tyrant away!
  However, Mikhail Mishustin's main competitor is Andrey Klychkov.
  And the main intrigue spun around him. However, while the Communists have a weak chance. Many people are disappointed with the passivity of the left forces that allowed United Russia to falsify the elections to the State Duma and did not bring people to the squares.
  It was a shame. What can not be said about Navalny's supporters: the real opposition. Which raged and acted.
  But there are too few of them to create at least some opposition to the authorities. So Mikhail Mishustin was on a white horse. However, this is only the beginning.
  The funeral of Vladimir Putin was carried out very magnificently. They buried the President of Russia in a golden coffin and even made an image of a double-headed eagle out of diamonds.
  A great crowd of people came to Putin's funeral. And of course, Lukashenko flew in for another handout. Mishustin generously provided him with a loan of five billion dollars at one percent per annum, and presented him with a platinum watch with pebbles.
  In general, the dictator of Belarus was pleased and promised Mishustin support in the presidential elections in Russia.
  New US President Kamala did not attend Putin's funeral, but sent her condolences.
  And later she met with Mishustin. The conversation was quite constructive. Both Mikhail and Kamala came to the conclusion that the Cold War must be ended. And that we should really solve common problems together. Including the fight against the coronavirus.
  They also touched on China. Kamala noted that democratic changes in China are inevitable and the totalitarian superstructure will collapse sooner or later.
  Mishustin modestly remarked that we still have to live until then, but for now we will have to deal with communist China. But the fact that the United States and Russia should stop butting heads with or without a reason, he agrees.
  And that they have one planet and they have nothing to share on it. And that mutual sanctions should be lifted. And agree on the Donbass.
  Here, of course, the question arose as follows: Russia captured the Crimea and robbed Ukraine. And in this way she still wants to join the Donbass? Isn't it too fat?
  Mishustin agreed:
  We're being too arrogant anyway! And a compromise is possible. Just let Ukraine not touch our citizens in the Donbass.
  Clever Kamala remarked:
  - But it is unprofitable for Russia to have regions with a special status near its borders. This will encourage and you have separatism. So it may be, in fact, from the point of view of the long term - a united and unitary Ukraine is better for Russia.
  Mishustin nodded in agreement.
  - And including friendly Ukraine! I think we will make friends with Zelensky, or with his possible successor!
  Kamala nodded in confirmation.
  - Dragon Putin is dead and now Russia will be the best part of the free world!
  Of course, Mikhail Mishustin also held other meetings. And there is no reason to spoil relations with China. However, in relations with the Celestial Empire, there was a clear chill. China, having strengthened due to the coronavirus, no longer needed Russia's support. And behaved more arrogantly. Of course, strength adds impudence. As at school, the boy is still weak and timid, but having gained strength, he begins to grey. And then the Chinese added audacity and arrogance.
  Moreover, Xi Jiping is older than Mishustin, and let's teach him all the wisdom. So the relationship didn't work out. And here Russia has problems: the Taliban launched an offensive against Tajikistan.
  Indeed, Putin is dead, and why not expand his possessions in Central Asia on the sly?
  In any case, Mikhail Mishustin has added problems. The Tajik army turned out to be incapable of combat and partly fled, and partly went over to the side of the Taliban. And the Russian base in Tajikistan was surrounded. And the fanatics got into it.
  Here Kamala offered Russia a military alliance against the Taliban. Mishustin agreed. In exchange, though, stopping support for the separatists in the Donbass. Those had to sign a new treaty with Ukraine, returning to its composition as an equal subject of a unitary country.
  Zelensky thus won a diplomatic victory and could be more optimistic about his political future. The truth is not due to their merits.
  In addition, he met personally with Mishustin. The acting president offered Ukraine the option of formalizing the cession of Crimea as a purchase. Moreover, Ukraine will receive fifty billion dollars at once, and two hundred billion as discounts on oil and gas.
  Zelensky said that he would personally accept this option, but the people of Ukraine are not ready for this. Although, perhaps, if the passions subside a little, this is to be accepted. In any case, Zelensky agrees about joining Donbass to Ukraine. And there is mutual understanding.
  In general, several economic agreements were signed between Russia and Ukraine. And at the same time, a decision was made - on the mutual lifting of economic sanctions.
  Which suited everyone. The nationalists made some noise, but, in fact, there is nothing to object: Zelensky's Donbass managed to return without any preconditions.
  And Russia, together with the United States, bombed the Taliban. And how friendship and unity of forces arose during the Second World War. And how can there not be a relationship at a high altitude?
  By the way, Mikhail Mishustin has the same name as Mikhail Gorbachev. And what is symbolic is that Gorbachev was born on March 2, and Mishustin on March 3. And this is also an interesting coincidence.
  But all the Western media picked up, calling Mishustin - Mikhail the Second! And off we go...
  And so honey relations arose with the West. And everything in the world began to change for the better. And the coronavirus subsided, and the rise in all countries of the world began. And Lukashenka did not run for a seventh term in the presidential elections in Belarus.
  What was perceived as a bright sign, and that harmony and unity will be established in the world.
  Lavrov was also replaced. Instead of him, a woman became the Minister of Foreign Affairs for the first time: Ksenia Sobchak. In return, she withdrew from the presidential elections in Russia. And everything went much more fun.
  Zhirinovsky, of course, participated in the elections. But he did everything to slander the governor of the Oryol region Klychkov. And so he poured mud on him that the people began to seriously resent. And Zhirinovsky was even doused with ink.
  And rightly so - they don't do things like that.
  Mishustin also pardoned Andrei Navalny, just so that he could not take part in the presidential election. And Navalny is a serious figure.
  He could have won... Mikhail Mishustin awarded Mikhail Kastyanov the Order of Merit to the Fatherland, First Class, and made him his honorary adviser on macroeconomics.
  Posthumously received the star of the Hero of Russia and Boris Nemtsov. That was also perceived positively by liberals.
  Mikhail Mishustin threw a bone to the monarchists. He awarded George the First, the head of the Romanov dynasty, with the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called. Then he established the orders in Russia: Nicholas II and Alexander II. And three degrees, which is very honorable.
  Further, the streets in different cities were named after these kings. And this is just the beginning.
  Mikhail Mishustin decided to flirt with the Stalinists as well. And he presented Stalin posthumously with the title of Hero of Russia. In addition, the name Stalingrad was returned to Volgograd by presidential decree. And it was, of course, received positively by the people and the left.
  They even said that Vladimir Putin was jealous of Stalin and his glory. Which caused criticism. But Mikhail Mishustin - Stalin appreciated.
  In addition, Mikhail Mishustin and Lavrenty Beria respected: he returned the rank of marshal to him and awarded the star of the hero of Russia posthumously.
  And this was also received very positively by the people. And Mishustin's authority among the left forces took and grew.
  Although some liberals were dissatisfied here. And they said that Mikhail Mishustin is a political prostitute.
  Especially Navalny - who posed as an irreconcilable opposition. And he pretended that he had not been broken!
  The communists also had problems. A criminal case was opened against Andrei Klychkov and accused of corruption. In fact, there were witnesses who claimed that Andrei Klychkov took bribes. And this also added scandalousness to the elections. The situation was also aggravated by the fact that Lukashenko began to directly agitate for Mishustin, but for now he is also the president of Belarus. And he uses his authority. Plus, additional compromising evidence was opened on Klychkov. And they started throwing mud at him.
  And poured from all hoses. And compromising evidence was found on Zyuganov. And Maxim Suraikin especially tried. And Gennady Andreevich was watered from all the bell towers.
  Among the presidential candidates, Dima Bilan turned out to be a bright personality. They have already begun to forget him, and the famous singer went to the presidency. And this move was not the worst. Dima Bilan, as they say, wanted fame, and he got it. In any case, he drew attention to himself.
  Well, Dima Bilan, of course, is lovely. And Baburin also participates in the elections. Although without much success.
  So Alexander Povetkin got into the presidency. And that he ended his career, and why not promote himself and remind himself. In any case, he is also a bright personality, and not too dangerous.
  Nikolai Valuev, of course, is for Mishustin. Who, by the way, was elected chairman of United Russia at the congress. And Mishustin strengthened his power.
  Another idea was to establish a new anthem for Russia, so that the music would not be the same as in the anthem of the USSR. And at the same time replace the double-headed eagle with something not so conservative. And then of course the competition and discussion with the people.
  Mikhail Mishustin generally promised more freedom than it was in Putin's time. In particular, beer advertising returned to television. The newspapers were allowed to advertise domestic wine and cigarettes, and especially vodka.
  The anti-tobacco law has been significantly relaxed. It was possible to smoke again on the streets and public places. Also in public places it was allowed to consume beer and low-alcohol drinks.
  They also allowed to sell alcohol and cigarettes at night, and in traveling stalls.
  They say, as the wise say: drink, but understand the matter! They also released vodka with a portrait of Vladimir Putin and lowered its price. And the price of alcohol has gone down.
  What people really liked. And the salaries of teachers and doctors have risen sharply.
  And then the rest of the state employees. But the military did not raise salaries. But pensions have grown.
  Mishustin noted that there are too many security officials in Russia, and that they should be reduced. Particularly the police...
  Further, a law was proposed to reduce the term of service in the army to six months. And this, of course, was accepted with joy by the conscripts.
  One of Mishustin's most controversial ideas was the legalization of prostitution and soft drugs. In this case, the people took it ambiguously. But the State Duma voted. And only the communists were against it.
  A license was introduced to grow marijuana. Like prostitution.
  Mikhail Mishustin also proposed to pass a law that every Russian from the age of sixteen has the right to visit a brothel once a month for free.
  Like, let every man and every woman know love - professional or professional.
  This, of course, was also perceived very positively by many segments of the population. Especially unmarried and sexually horny men. Of course, legal prostitution is super!
  And the communists found themselves in complete solitude. Don't envy them.
  And they took Zyuganov and splashed acid in her face. Yes, Gena has become completely ugly. And how everyone laughed at him.
  They remembered how Zyuganov sold himself to Yeltsin and leaked the elections of 1996.
  But Zyuganov has not yet appeared at the televised debates. And it shamed him. And a new compromising evidence surfaced on Klychkov. A handsome, fair-haired boy accused the Communist presidential candidate of sexual harassment.
  And it became a very loud scandal ... And try to prove that you are not a camel!
  And Mikhail Mishustin kept scoring points. In particular, Garry Kasparov was awarded the star of the hero of Russia. Harry supported him in the election. And this is also millions of votes, especially chess players.
  Garry Kasparov stated:
  - Mikhail Mishustin is Gorbachev today!
  By the way, the acting president also presented the star of the hero of Russia to Mikhail Gorbachev. That was perceived very positively by the majority of the intelligentsia.
  The people fell in love with Mishustin for justice. And that beer can be drunk openly. And that even if you drink vodka, the fine will be purely symbolic.
  They were also allowed to get behind the wheel of a car after drinking a little. And people really liked it too.
  Plus, Mikhail Mishustin proposed making December 25 a day off in Russia. Both Catholics and Protestants took it very positively.
  Yes, and the Orthodox, too - people are happy about the new day off. Mishustin decided to throw a bone to the communists. I took it and also made November 7 a day off.
  And the people are happy about it. And not only the left, but also the right... Yes, and everyone wants to relax extra time. Mikhail Mishustin also made September 2 - the day the Second World War ended - a holiday and a day off.
  What the students liked the most. Extra two whole days of vacation - it's cool!
  Mikhail Mishustin also announced that everyone who received a higher education, in paid or free universities, will immediately receive a thousand dollars for this.
  And this was also received very positively by the students. And their parents too!
  Mikhail Mishustin decided to strengthen the family. So he issued a decree: when you play a wedding, you get ten thousand dollars right away. And in case of divorce, you return it with interest. So you will have a really strong family.
  And maternity capital will now be paid immediately at the birth of a child and in cash!
  The decision is populist, but rather controversial. Although the birth rate and capable of spurring.
  Mikhail Mishustin also proposed lowering the age of consent to fourteen and liberalizing film rules. Like, there really was a lot of busting in this case.
  The Child Harm Protection Act needs to be revisited. And then already on the "Pedagogical poem" is plus sixteen. Obviously this is overkill.
  Mishustin promised more freedom. And it began to come true. And therefore, when the early presidential elections were held in June 2022, it became clear from the very beginning that there would be no second round.
  Although, of course, it was not possible to beat Putin's record for the first round.
  However, this time the wolves were full and the sheep were safe. And everyone was arranged by a new leader.
  Who stated that there would be a lot of freedom and even proposed a number of changes to the constitution.
  In particular, allowing officials to own property abroad. And this is a very cool solution.
  At the same time, Mishustin proposed an amendment allowing children from the age of fourteen and prisoners in places of detention to vote. Which was a cool decision.
  Also in the constitution, restrictions were abolished for persons with dual citizenship, and foreign, and it took only five years to permanently reside in Russia.
  Such is the great openness to the world. And this, of course, is also under the slogan: more freedom - the end of despotism.
  New laws were also adopted repealing the previous ones on foreign agents, and mitigating punishments in many articles.
  And, of course, they held an amnesty: all women and juvenile delinquents were released. As well as all those who are sentenced to terms of up to ten years. And all sentences were reduced by ten years. And those sentenced to life, to twenty-five years, reduced the terms.
  In general, it was decided to abolish life imprisonment from the criminal code.
  Also, for minors, the upper ceiling of punishment was set at five years. And this is a very interesting innovation. It was also decided not to give women more than ten years. Which was also very positively received by all countries of the world and the liberal public.
  Further laws were passed. In particular, to keep no more than two people in a cell in a pre-trial detention center, and only for crimes of great gravity.
  Mishustin also suggested that he be released more often on bail, and that one day in a pre-trial detention center count as two terms.
  It was also proposed to simplify the procedure for parole. It was also decided to cut the deadlines for the leaders in production.
  For women in prisons, concessions were given. If pregnant, then immediately seven years of the term is beveled automatically.
  Further, a number of laws. For example, if a prisoner marries, then his seven years are mowed down.
  Plus, it was decided to allow the spouses to meet at least twice a week.
  And if the spouse becomes pregnant, then the seven-year term for the man is automatically cut off.
  There were other laws as well. That any prisoner after prison can receive six months of a rehabilitation allowance in the amount of at least the minimum wage, and he is going through this period of experience. And that being in a pre-trial detention center also goes into work experience. And that those acquitted by the court, but taken into custody before that, should receive compensation. Moreover, it is fair that part of the compensation should come from the salary of the judge who made an unreasonable decision to take a person into custody, and of course the prosecutor who demanded this will have calculations.
  Quite fair laws were proposed by Mikhail Mishustin, and the intelligentsia adored him.
  Also, instead of the monument to Dzerzhinsky on the Lubyanka, an obelisk to Andropov was installed.
  Of course, a large monument was also erected: Roosevelt, Churchill and Stalin. Which in itself is very reasonable.
  And Putin posthumously erected a monument in St. Petersburg and Moscow. And it's great.
  True, he was increasingly scolded in the media and criticized.
  Mikhail Mishustin put forward the slogan: freedom and get rich!
  And it turned out to be to everyone's taste. Such a market popped ... And new films began to be shot.
  The adaptation of Oleg Rybachenko's novel "Lucifer's Armageddon" created a special sensation! First of the first book, which is generally super!
  And away we go! And Oleg Rybachenko's "Star Terminator" is an even cooler and more interesting book.
  And such large box office collections began to gather. It's just super and super!
  And here are some new films of the highest brand.
  In addition, it was decided to abolish the value-added tax on any book production. This lowered the prices of books and made them more accessible to a wide range of readers.
  It was also decided to publish all authors who have works of at least twelve author's sheets, with a circulation of at least a thousand copies, and for each book to pay a guaranteed fee of at least five hundred dollars.
  All this was received by writers of various stripes and by the intelligentsia very positively. And praises were sung to the new president of Russia, and he became a real star among creative people.
  And the writers simply thanked the Almighty God that He finally took Vladimir Putin away and finally a kind, fair and wise tsar appeared, who brings happiness to all writers and poets!
  So Mikhail Mishustin, despite his unpretentious appearance, managed to fall in love with the writing fraternity.
  By the way, a minimum of a thousand dollars per book was supposed to be paid for collections of poems, and the minimum was reduced to six author's sheets.
  So the poets were doubly grateful to the new Russian President Mikhail Mishustin!
  In addition, Mikhail Mishustin, this new president of Russia, awarded the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called to the Queen of England: Elizabeth II. And thus won the heart of Britain. And this step was, though simple, but very wise.
  Maria Kolesnikova, an uncompromising fighter against the dictatorial regime of Lukashenka, was also awarded the title of Hero of Russia. And it was greeted with jubilation by all progressive mankind.
  Finally, Russia began to fight for democracy, and especially in the CIS!
  In personnel policy, Mikhail Mishustin proposed some innovations. In particular, a competition was held for the post of prime minister. All citizens of the CIS from thirty to sixty-five years old could participate in it.
  And he would have to determine the prime minister.
  First, everyone who wishes must write an essay on the topic: what will I do as head of the government.
  And then the people would have to evaluate all this. And a hundred who scored the most positive ratings would go to a new stage of the competition. And that, of course, would be great!
  Mikhail Mishustin, of course, suggested an interesting move. Otherwise, in fact, everything depends too much on the personal sympathies of the president, and this is a subjective criterion.
  In fact, a competition is a competition. At the same time, of course, the thought arose of what to do with Shoigu. The Americans and Russians have been fighting the Taliban for quite some time now. And the US is only bombing. Russia has blocked the border with Tajikistan so far. There is another question, what to do in this case?
  Should ground units advance into the depths of Afghanistan or not?
  Mikhail Mishustin invited Iran to fight together against the Taliban.
  Iran, however, was against it.
  Then Russia decided to advance into the depths of enemy positions.
  Sergei Shoigu was promised, in case of success, the epaulettes of the Generalissimo. And Shoigu really wanted to. So the Russian troops rushed into the depths of Afghanistan. The fighting was fierce, with many casualties and wounded on both sides.
  Thus opened a new page in world history. Now Mikhail Mishustin was becoming not so beloved by the people. But the main scapegoat of the Russian and world media was Sergei Shoigu.
  And everything went and went ...
  But that is another story. However, Chechens were sent to fight in Afghanistan.
  Some Muslims against other Muslims. And this is a very bloody showdown between the supporters of Islam. A mass of blood and death.
  But there are pluses - the Russians do not die.
  Mikhail Mishustin quite logically remarked:
  Either way, we win!
  The war in Afghanistan is on and the world is slowly changing. And maybe something good will come of it. Already in China they started talking about democracy and reforms. In fact, not only a full belly, but also hunting and circuses. And the Chinese want freedom and the opportunity to choose from several alternatives in the elections.
  . CHAPTER #2
  The timid winter sun slightly gilded the lush snows, giving brief moments of light so rare in the far north. A severe fifty-five degree frost reigned, when the spit, having reached the ground, turns into ice. It is all the more unexpected to see how an almost naked tanned girl in a bikini runs swiftly, like a reindeer, through the snowdrifts. Her bare, reddened legs flicker very quickly, leaving almost no traces, and her golden hair looks like a bright flame.
  An impeccable, perhaps too muscular figure with ideal proportions, a real goddess girl, the embodiment of strength and eroticism. Rough muscles ripple like ripples. If you look closely, you can see tiny sensors on her body.
  Having made a circle and inflicting several blows on the pines in a jump, from which they shuddered, the downed bark fell down, the girl returns to the all-terrain vehicle, huge, like a KAMAZ, painted with white paint.
  A man in a helmet leans out of the side door. His smart and intelligent face breaks into a smile:
  - Wonderful Biden-Maria. Your body can handle the cold perfectly, and your speed is amazing: you can easily break all world records in running!
  - Not only in running, but also in swimming and even in the barbell! - The girl answered. - Praise be to the Almighty that he endowed me with such a gift.
  The officer replied:
  - Not really, geneticists worked on you and used invasive technologies, including special training.
  Biden-Maria began to have memories embedded by the demiurge gods, the girl stamped her bare foot and answered:
  - I know , the program "Perfection" with the aim of creating a man of the future! Because of her, I lost my childhood.
  The officer confidently replied:
  - But now you can serve Great Russia much more effectively!
  The president girl bowed and did a triple somersault while having a snack in the frosty air:
  - Motherland, this is the most precious thing a person has, without it life does not make sense!
  A man without a fatherland. like a body without a soul!
  Approval followed.
  - Good words Biden-Maria! I hope you have the opportunity to serve the country.
  Their words were interrupted by the appearance of a large helicopter in the sky. It was the latest model with folding propellers and jet engines. This made it possible to combine all the positive qualities of a high-speed fighter and the Black Shark. The machine was called "Vepr" - 2, the world's first helicopter with supersonic speed.
  The spinner hovered, two propellers spinning, lowering the cars onto rubberized suction cups. The helicopter was streamlined, resembling a whale.
  Several paratroopers jumped out of it, they lined up in a semicircle. Then an official with the epaulettes of a Lieutenant General of the FSB came out decorously. He waved to the girl. Coming closer, he said:
  We don't have time to splurge! So straight to the point. Have you heard about the unprecedented terrorist attack in Moscow?
  Biden-Maria replied:
  - Yes! It's horrible!
  It croaked in response:
  - The President is furious, we even fear for his health. Declared ten days of mourning. The damned terrorist "Black Sultan" has challenged a great country! It has never happened before that the government in its entirety perished, and this bastard even had the audacity to present an ultimatum.
  The president girl angrily stamped her bare foot:
  - He gave fifteen days!
  In response, a frightened exclamation:
  - That's right, and it's been eighteen hours. So we must hurry.
  Cool girl Biden-Maria became curious:
  - And what about measures to strengthen the protection of the president?!
  The general croaked in response:
  - Adopted unprecedented, but if the enemy uses the zone's diabolical artifacts, then it will be too difficult to stop him. Was the prime minister, a truly great man, weakly guarded? Terrorists, especially Chechen ones, have been hunting for him for a long time, but they could not even approach him. Now the whole country is under threat , not broken and not intimidated. An acting prime minister has already been appointed and a new cabinet of ministers is being formed.
  - There is no one to replace such a great person as the prime minister. Biden-Maria noted. - He had the highest rating in the entire history of Russia, the people did not love anyone so much.
  Grunted rudely:
  - And you, what did you do?
  The girl president kindly replied:
  - Prayed for his soul. I hope the church will rank the man who saved Russia as a saint?
  The general shook his head.
  - I'm an atheist. And for me, the main thing is to save the country, although the prime minister is much more worthy of canonization than Nicholas II. Now about business! You will be taken to Moscow, and from there they will be transferred to the zone of miracles. Frankly, you have to plunge into the semblance of the underworld, but the Black Sultan must be destroyed. However, if you capture him alive, you will receive an additional fifty million Euro rewards.
  Biden-Maria rounded her sapphire eyes.
  - Wow! What is the total amount?
  The dignitary blurted out:
  - Two hundred million euros for the dead and two hundred and fifty for the living!
  The female president yelped, wiggling her muscular hips.
  - Impressive! Although, I personally would deal with the "Black Sultan" for free, just to avenge Vladimir Vladimirovich!
  A cheerful reply followed:
  - Fine! You will have a partner. Also an improved model of a person like you.
  Biden-Maria tweeted delightedly:
  I guessed I wasn't the only one. But I would like to be paired with a man.
  The general with a sigh replied:
  There are no men like you! All the boys died, much to our regret. Science is still so imperfect. Here you are, for example, walking along the edge of the abyss, we don"t even know how long such people live. Maybe you won't age, or maybe you'll die in a year.
  Biden-Maria cheerfully replied:
  - It doesn't scare me too much. After all, I am the same person as all other people, which means I have an immortal soul.
  - Religion is the consolation of the weak, any misfortunes seem insignificant if they are temporary - the general remarked. - And you, girl, must be strong, however, let's stop talking, we can't waste a minute.
  In five seconds , the almost naked girl-president put on her camouflage and jumped into the helicopter. The car turned easily, showing outstanding maneuverability, and then soared sharply upwards. In general, the idea to equip helicopters with jet engines appeared back in the fifties, but it could not be realized. Now the car instantly exceeded the speed of sound, it was almost as good as even the Migu-33.
  The general boasted:
  - Our electronics are domestic, in general we have excellent developments, only problems sometimes arise with implementation.
  - If the technique is the guardian angel, then the fighting spirit is the God of War! Biden-Maria noted. - Unfortunately, most conscripts are in poor health, and I think more attention should be paid to this.
  The general replied gloomily:
  - We need to change a lot in human nature, and that's what we're working on. Do you believe that God created man in his image and likeness?
  Biden-Maria yelped cheerfully:
  - That's what the Bible teaches!
  The General smiled skeptically.
  "But is Almighty God really as weak and fragile as a human being?"
  The female president memorized replied:
  - This is the consequences of sin!
  The dignitary retorted logically:
  - Titanium does not rust and the image of God does not grow dull! Unless, of course, a person is really an image.
  Biden-Maria began to get angry:
  - You know, it's easier to scoop up the ocean with a tablespoon than to argue with an atheist! That's why I don't want to talk about it!
  The general muttered:
  - And what else to do, we have a whole hour of flight ahead of us?
  - I love nature. Here you can turn on an excellent cyber-video review. - Biden-Maria said.
  Indeed, it is interesting to observe the virtual world. The computer enhances the image, showing colorfully painted rivers, lakes, forests, mountains. Everything is so unusual, you can zoom in and out of the image. Biden-Maria watched every now and then, changing the angle of the image. So everything looked in the electronic range, flickering, making the world look like a game.
  Finally, Moscow appeared ahead. A huge metropolis, the latest skyscrapers, autobahns, art monuments are visible. On the whole, impressive, especially for a girl who spent her short life (according to false memories in this new body!) On the training grounds, training in the art of killing. However, Biden-Maria, endowed with the knowledge and abilities of the Demiurge Gods , understood electronics better than the Academy of Sciences.
  - Your anti-virus protection is unreliable. - She noticed. - In general, Kaspersky antivirus is outdated, and against a worm, or cuttlefish, it is completely powerless.
  The general nodded.
  - Yes, programming is a little behind. Too many talented young people go into business, and older people do science. And you know yourself, a computer, like a girl - loves the young and stubborn!
  The warrior squeaked:
  - Can I view the program?
  The general snapped:
  - Later! Our schedule is calculated in seconds.
  They landed on an underground airfield, and then on a specially racing armored car, the girl was taken to an underground room. There, the new director of the FSB, Colonel-General Apollonov, was waiting for her.
  Literally, another girl in camouflage entered the trail with them. Also tall, powerful, superbly built, but her hair, unlike the light golden Biden Maria, is fiery red, similar to a red banner. She gave her new partner a firm handshake and introduced herself.
  - Putin-Yuliana!
  The honey blonde happily replied:
  - Biden Maria!
  The fiery girl squeaked:
  - Let's get acquainted!
  The Colonel General was brief.
  - At the moment, a mortal threat hangs over the homeland. Therefore, you young girls need to hurry! Tikhomirov will give you detailed instructions. He jabbed his fingers at the lieutenant general. - For now, I'll tell you the following: - Most of the zone is located abroad on the territory, the country with which we already have strained relations. In addition, the specificity of the zone of wonders is such that it is difficult to deploy large forces on it. So besides you, only special forces will operate there. Of course, we have our own reconnaissance network in the zone, but lately we have experienced failures.
  Tikhomirov gave the floor:
  - Our scouts began to kill. Even the most secret ones. There is even a version that the terrorists have learned to read minds.
  The general confirmed:
  - That's it! Some artifacts enhance telepathic abilities. What Wolf Messing and others did became available to ordinary terrorists.
  Biden - Maria squeaked:
  - Not quite simple if they killed the prime minister!
  Tikhomirov quickly finished:
  - In short, those who remain will provide you with support.
  Putin-Yuliana remarked:
  - Stepafania, most likely, was killed.
  - How do you know that? - The director of the FSB was alert.
  - I sometimes feel, and sometimes not. - Noticed the girl-president.
  Biden-Maria added:
  - Dont be upset. There are no serious misconducts behind you, and only the lazy do not sleep with the secretary.
  The general became uncomfortable:
  So you can read minds!?
  The blonde girl logically remarked:
  - Not always and not at all. But if they didn"t have superpowers, then why did they call us.
  Roar in response:
  - I respect! It will be a pity if you don't come back.
  - Death differs from the beloved in that they always try to postpone the meeting with her. - Noticed the witty red-haired Putin-Yuliana.
  - Death differs from the beloved in that it always comes at the wrong time, but no one reproaches her for being late. Biden-Maria continued her thought.
  Tikhomirov, lowering his voice, warned:
  - You girls have a high IQ, but your body is as protein-rich as mine. So a bullet to the head, and the end. Okay, I have a whole bunch of non-urgent things to do. It will not be so difficult to kill the Black Sultan as to find. In his footsteps, we will launch a lot of bloodhounds. Know that the Motherland is with you.
  The girls bowed politely and, accompanied by Tikhomirov, went to the exit. From Moscow to the zone about a thousand kilometers.
  On the way, Putin-Yuliana spoke mainly:
  - I personally disassembled the German UMP 45-caliber assault rifles with removable silencers and made an excellent rifle, small changes in the design made it possible to combine the advantages of several systems at once.
  Biden-Maria confirmed:
  - I myself worked on the AR 10 rifle, an American analogue of the screw cutter, as well as on the M-16. By slightly changing the parameters, I was able to further increase the muzzle velocity of the bullet and its aiming. And most importantly, to increase the reliability of the rifle itself. After all, it is known that the M-16 is superior to the Kalashnikov in the initial bullet speed of almost 300 meters per second, and in the firing accuracy twice. But it's a tricky thing. If the Americans knew, they would have given me a big prize! In general , I am surprised by the stupidity of their designers.
  Tikhomirov replied:
  - This is because they have the production of weapons in private hands. An unreliable rifle often breaks, which means they can be sold more, not to mention the repair industry. In general, the best scientists from all over the world work for the USA, but because the capitalists think only about profits, the return on their work is much lower than ours.
  The blonde warrior agreed:
  - I think capitalism will destroy humanity.
  They entered a spacious office, where instructors were already waiting for them. The question was about individual details.
  - You have too catchy appearance. Tikhomirov noted. - Attract attention immediately. I think it would be better if you dress up as older men. In this case, your penetration into the zone will be quite natural.
  The female presidents blurted out in chorus:
  - How?
  The general remarked:
  - Pass for ordinary stalkers. It's so simple, there are thousands of them in the zone.
  Maybe, but it's not the best idea. Now, if we arrive as bright girls, then this will just pass. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  Tikhomirov hatched:
  - Seriously?
  The red-haired warrior enthusiastically confirmed:
  - Quite! We can work as prostitutes. There are enough of them in the zone, and in bed you can find out a lot.
  Biden-Maria shook her head.
  - Sleeping with men is a sin.
  Putin-Yuliana angrily remarked:
  Isn't it a sin to kill? In general, are you a nun or a warrior? Why did they just give her a Bible in her hand.
  The blonde warrior, with a false memory embedded by the demiurges, confessed:
  - This is when the priest blessed the project, he left it.
  - A big mistake, you need to choose between Christ and the Motherland! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - Right! Tikhomirov agreed. - You can not serve the country only in white gloves.
  Biden-Maria hesitated, then choked out:
  - I choose the Motherland!
  The General happily agreed.
  - That's wonderful. Of course, you will have to use your female charms in the zone, without this the mission is meaningless, but you penetrate like ordinary male stalkers.
  The fact is that if you come to the zone immediately in all its glory, then you will have to shoot back from sticky men. And a woman who is fluent in weapons is immediately clear an FSB agent.
  Putin-Yuliana nodded her head:
  - I agree. Maybe you don't need to shine too much.
  The general remarked:
  - Yes, and more. You will not be Russian, but from western Ukraine. Can you copy the accent?
  The blonde girl nodded.
  - Certainly! We are no strangers, but then why not Muslim women?
  - With your pronounced Slavic appearance?
  - Can't you change it, especially since we have chocolate skin. - Said Biden-Maria.
  - I didn't think about that. Everything is done too hastily. Only here you are too muscular for Muslim women.
  Putin-Yuliana grunted:
  - Carrying grenade launchers over the mountains, it's not a sin to pump up your muscles. And we are fluent in the language.
  Tikhomirov suggested:
  - No, you'd better be Arab mercenaries. We will make beards, the chest can be pressed in, and if they ask about sex, you will say that the Koran forbids love outside of marriage.
  - So let's do it. - The girls said in unison.
  - Only there will be problems with the toilet, but we will teach you.
  - Phallus and you can attach. Biden-Maria noted.
  The general nodded.
  - Fine! Do you already have experience?
  The red harpy confirmed:
  - We were taught how to change the image, and we know the Arabic language.
  Tikhomirov confirmed:
  - Speak better in Russian with an accent, in the international zone, this language is international.
  The girls exclaimed in unison:
  - Great, we got it!
  They were delivered to the zone on a high-speed fighter, this does not arouse suspicion. Then they flew across the Ukrainian border on a Dragonfly -5. This is a lightweight monoplane with a special coating, indistinguishable from the most modern radars. In addition, its wings change color to match the color of the terrain, making it virtually invisible. Before departure, the instructor handed the girls special satchels. In them , in particular, two cars similar to children's toys were hidden.
  FSB instructor Colonel Ruslan Ibragimov explained to the girls:
  - These are robotic scouts. By the way, they cost ten and a half million dollars each. They use the latest nanotechnology. In particular, computer masking, they reflect the terrain and transfer the reflection to the outer contour, making the car invisible. She is able to fly short distances, jump up to five meters in height, shrink to penetrate a gap up to three centimeters in diameter. In addition, any information is transmitted through glasses. Batteries are also special, on radium. They can work for a very long time, longer than you will be in the zone.
  The girls looked at the cars. - Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - I saw similar developments. In particular, a robot scout in the form of a snake.
  - This is also not bad, but loses in speed. Ibragimov said. - Take care of them! There are only seven of these for the entire FSB. Yes, and special machines were given to you.
  Biden-Maria looked at the weapon. Outwardly, it was a simple "Abakan", only with optics and an attached box.
  The instructor noticed their look:
  - This machine has electromagnetic acceleration, and the initial speed of its bullet is five thousand meters per second.
  - Wow! - Biden-Maria was surprised. - And the return?
  The officer explained:
  - It is softened by a special hinge. In addition, the caliber of the bullets is unusual, only 3.15 mm.
  - So small, you can't kill a flea from it! The ladies' revolver has even more. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The Colonel remarked:
  - These are not ordinary bullets. They use super-heavy Uranium 435. It is completely safe and non-radioactive, but two and a half times denser than ordinary uranium and eight times tungsten, with a much greater hardness. In addition, the bullets are equipped with explosives ten times stronger than TNT. They are still terribly expensive, I don"t even want to name how much, otherwise you won"t want to shoot.
  - Who saves on security - go broke at the funeral! Maria Biden said.
  The instructor chuckled.
  - You are probably right, but one small bullet of almost a thousand dollars is something!
  Putin-Yuliana squeaked:
  - Wow, I see we are appreciated.
  The Colonel confirmed:
  "It is too important to capture the Black Sultan. You will have two thousand five hundred of these cartridges. In addition , there are eight firing modes in the assault rifles. From one thousand two hundred bullets per minute, to single, as well as intermediate modes
  Biden-Maria whistled:
  - Impressive! Do all of our special forces have such weapons?
  The instructor calmly explained:
  - Not! There are no more than twenty such machines. Pay attention to the miniature computer. You can give him orders with your voice, and he answers, maybe even turn on the music for you. In addition, this little thing will only obey you.
  Biden-Maria remarked:
  - In general, it's not too bad, but not too noticeable. The version that we are just Arabs will not work.
  The Colonel confirmed:
  - That's right, the machine is folding, it's better to hide it in a backpack and use it when absolutely necessary. There are another two dozen especially powerful grenades with poisonous needles, but this is dangerous, you can get it yourself. In general, the general advised not to overload you with technical know-how. The main thing here is cunning and ingenuity!
  - It is true that the natural mind can replace the computer, but no computer can replace the natural mind! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - And now listen to your machine, as he sings Dima Bilan.
  There was music and a familiar song.
  Everything that is impossible is possible, I know for sure...
  - A different tune. Biden-Maria interrupted.
  A small three-dimensional luminous projection appeared above the automaton:
  - What tunes do you want to listen to! We have three thousand songs, both domestic and foreign!
  The blonde girl blurted out:
  - I want an organ with Bach!
  - I do!
  The music was beautiful, but Putin-Yuliana interrupted.
  - Do you have any games?
  Confident squeak in response:
  - Certainly! I recommend thirty-nine different modifications of the "Stalker" and eighty-five "Farter", in particular, the latest model "Dawn of the Zone".
  - You can go crazy! There was a machine gun playing, it became a shooter. That's where the technology has come. - Putin-Yuliana was surprised.
  Ibragimov grinned through his Caucasian mustache:
  - It also has training courses, pre-conscription training and much more. This is the weapon of the future, the machine itself will explain to the cadet what to do. The weapon itself will teach you how to handle it.
  - Awesome! - Said Biden-Maria. It's a pity that such a thing will have to be hidden. By the way, what is the name of this machine?
  - "Striking" - 1, an even more perfect model will appear soon. And over time, such machines will go into service with the Russian army.
  The girls exclaimed in unison:
  - Understandably!
  - Yes, and the optics is also computerized, it gives such an increase as you want, the aiming range is twelve kilometers. There is also an adjustable red dot, a tactical light, laser designators, assault grips combined with a compact bipod. But in general this machine costs one and a half million dollars.
  - Sometimes it seems to me that the richest man in the world is the director of the FSB. - Putin-Yuliana quipped.
  The Colonel smiled.
  - Do you know why I, a Chechen by nationality, serve Russia so faithfully?
  The red-haired girl was surprised:
  - Why?
  Ibragimov confidently answered:
  - This is the only country in the world where funds are released to the military without stint. Believe me, the future belongs to our country, a well-fed army is a guarantee of prosperity!
  - If a fool or a bastard does not come to power. - Agreed Putin-Yuliana. And then there were such types as Gorbachev and Yeltsin, they almost destroyed the country.
  The officer shrugged.
  - I can't give guarantees, but the people have become much wiser, even if the president is killed, re-elections will change little.
  - Our task is to find the Black Sultan. The red-haired girl noticed. So let's stop talking.
  - The main thing is to take these stones, the anomaly detector, they will warn you of danger.
  Biden-Maria asked:
  - And the rest, for example, the Diffa stone, which diverts bullets, colloquially "Armor"?
  The Colonel sighed heavily.
  - Unfortunately, almost all artifacts lose their power outside the zone, we are even surprised how the terrorists could use them. It is possible that finding out is even more important than just killing the Black Sultan.
  Biden-Maria confirmed:
  We will keep in touch and try to find out the secret.
  - Goodbye, try to find Ali Maskhadov. He will have something interesting for you.
  The girls, who had taken on the appearance of the Mujahideen, approached the edge of the zone.
  - There are mines! - With concern noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria confidently answered:
  - Let's go carefully.
  Throwing off their army boots, the girls ran along the snowy slope, their bare feet left almost no trace. Jumping to the border, they dived into a translucent sphere. A strong odor of ozone hit my face, then a light hit. The girls moved over, put on boots, in case they ran into random surveillance. Although inside the zone in winter the weather was autumn, about ten degrees, and no snow.
  The scouts carefully peered into the zone, so mysterious known from stories and games. At one time, they even tried to shoot videos, but the whole image was erased, it was impossible even to take photographs. There were many wonderful things in the zone, but it was also deadly. There was so much in her. Even the trees are special, the foliage is purple and pink, full of thorns. The grass also looks ominous, as if covered in bloodstains. Twelve-legged orange-speckled grasshoppers hop across it. Moving their mustaches, they try to sit on the girls. Putin-Yuliana vigorously rounds them up, and Biden-Maria catches them with her fingers. Her fingernails have been cut off, and the make-up with special rubber gloves has made her fingers thicker and rougher. The girl gently caresses them and says.
  They are alive and need affection.
  Among the grasshoppers there are specimens the size of a dove. When stroked, they purred, jumped back. What jaws of grasshoppers, having bitten, can be dangerous.
  Yes, they are poisonous! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana. - You risk a lot.
  - Perhaps our saliva is poisonous to some. Here in the zone aggression returns a hundredfold. Biden-Maria noted.
  - And pacifism .... - Putin-Yuliana did not find a suitable definition. The pebble flickered, warning of an anomaly.
  Ahead, directly in their direction, the air vibrated. Like over a fireplace, only instead of heat, on the contrary, it blew icy cold.
  Putin-Yuliana remarked:
  "Maybe we can do an experiment, put ourselves in an anomaly.
  Biden-Maria chuckled.
  - Do you want to risk your head?
  The girl stamped her bare heel and yelped:
  - Sometimes anomalies give additional abilities. Haven't you read science fiction?
  - But usually only corpses came out of the anomalies. Here look. The blonde girl pointed her finger at the skeleton.
  - The corpse belonged to a man, in general, most of the "farters" are males. Here, many women are afraid that you will get radiation and you will not be able to give birth to children. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria chuckled.
  - Farter, that's an interesting term.
  - At one time they tried to introduce the term "stalker", but the thieves remade it into farter, from the word fart, catching luck. So farter, it's like a land pirate. Pirate, it also literally means - a hunter of luck. - The red-haired girl continued.
  The scouts passed by this almost invisible trap, but immediately almost stumbled upon a second one! A skeleton hung in the air, and separate meat and intestines. Gentle Biden-Maria felt sick, and her more brazen partner stepped into the meeting.
  - Nothing special. It's just a dead body. - She noticed.
  A collapsed and rusted high-voltage pylon lay nearby, smelling of oil and rot. The smell of decay was so sour that it made my jaw ache.
  - What's strange about it? I sense a threat. - Said Biden-Maria.
  Suddenly, the skeleton jumped at them. The girls reflexively fired from "Kalash". The bullets shattered the shard, knocking the ghoul off its feet. From, however, immediately got up and tried to attack the beauties.
  It's hard to kill someone who's already dead. The girls broke their knees with well-aimed shots. However, a bone finger scratched Putin-Yulian on the cheek, damaging the mask and piercing the skin. She responded by slashing him with a butt, breaking several ribs. The skeleton fell and, having received several more well-aimed shots in the limbs, calmed down.
  - We're done with it! - Biden-Maria shouted. - You seem to be injured.
  She bent down and wiped the blood from Putin-Yuliana.
  - A trifle, you yourself know how quickly scratches heal on us.
  - The camouflage is damaged!
  - Don't worry, we'll glue it. The blonde girl reached into her backpack.
  Hyperclay removed the cut, and the ugly Arab face reappeared in front of them.
  - Why is this a stupid thing a beard, it ages a man and injures a woman. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde girl answered succinctly:
  - So decided God.
  The red-haired girl grumbled:
  Why does he need it! If a higher mind exists, then it would not endow people with unnecessary qualities. In itself, the presence of a beard and the general weakness of the human body casts doubt on the existence of the creator.
  - You know , Putin-Yuliana. Here we are mortal and may well not return from the zone, what awaits us in this case?
  The red-haired devil replied defiantly:
  - I read science fiction, there is a theory of mathematics. Soul, consists of information symbols. So it cannot disappear into the infinite universe. It will simply change its quality characteristics. Or change charge.
  Biden-Maria whistled:
  - So you believe in the soul, but there is no God who created it!
  Putin-Yuliana growled:
  - There is no God in the Orthodox or Biblical version, but in the Supermind, why not believe it. And as for the soul, we fly in a dream. Isn't this a memory of our spiritual state, when we at one time consisted of a special informational substance capable of thinking and feeling without a body.
  The blonde asked
  - Perhaps what prevents you from believing in the Bible?
  The red-haired girl answered honestly:
  - A lot. In particular, cruelty, strange for a higher mind, especially in the Old Testament. Also, if God is love, then why isn't all of his creation absolutely happy!
  Biden-Maria answered uncertainly:
  - Maybe from what is not worthy!?
  Putin-Yuliana logically remarked:
  - We are the children of the Almighty and we need to be educated so that we are worthy! Where is the upbringing? How do they deal with parents that let their children go?
  - They are deprived of their rights. But you can't measure God by human standards.
  - Why, if we are the image and its likeness, then our morality is similar. And the concept of what is good and what is bad is the same for different nations. Can it be good not to give children light and knowledge about themselves? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria wanted to answer, when suddenly something jumped on top of them, and the girl barely had time to jump to the side. It was a dijj, a forest jellyfish, it lived in trees and hunted by attacking from above. Since her body is almost transparent, it is difficult to see. The girls, however, even before they were sent, studied the materials on the zone. Many farters, including representatives of intelligence agencies and scientists, described the nature of the zone and mutant creatures, most of them predatory and dangerous. To kill her for sure, you need to hit the blue dot in the middle of the jelly-like body with claws.
  But the creature is mobile, not every farter is capable of this. Girls shoot offhand, and without aiming. They hit, forest jellyfish explode, emitting fountains of blood and caustic, like acid , liquid. Grass, when hit on it, began to wither.
  - It's like in the movie "Alien" - said Biden-Maria. - Not water, acid.
  - A special kind of sub-hyperradiation has appeared on this zone of miracles. It emits isotopes at a speed two hundred times faster than light, and the penetrating power is simply amazing. - Having shot four acid jellyfish, Putin-Yuliana was pleased. - It's good that they do not affect the eyes.
  Another creature tried to burrow into the ground, but got its own from Biden-Maria. The girl, however, was not ashamed:
  - How many people died from this abomination.
  The redhead remarked:
  - Do not count, but the total number of those killed in the zone goes to tens of thousands.
  - Then we must go faster, maybe even run.
  The camouflage of the NATO army is comfortable, the boots almost do not interfere with the run, although there is a great temptation to throw them off. The clouds, however, began to dissipate, brighter even more. On the left, an old elevator from Soviet times floated past the girls. After the Chernobyl disaster, he was abandoned. However, there was a sniper at the top. Without thinking too long, he opened fire. The girls took it off in a second, and zigzag away from the bullet. Putin-Yuliana and then found something to complain about.
  Why didn't you shoot?
  Biden-Maria reluctantly responded:
  - This is a man, but judging by his face, a Slav.
  - He was alone and did not have time to send a signal about our approach. It's stupid to glow, but even more stupid is the behavior to shoot right away.
  They ran to the corpse. The head under the helmet is shaved, on the hands there are thieves "rings", a typical brother.
  The redhead blurted out:
  - Maybe it's Russian, but not from our team.
  The blonde replied softly.
  - All the same, even a criminal has the right to repentance.
  Putin-Yuliana twisted her finger at her temple:
  - You won't kill anyone like that!?
  Biden-Maria answered with pathos:
  - If the interests of the Motherland require: I will step over my conscience.
  - You know, the Bible is the book that should be banned in the first place.
  - From what?
  - Promotes pacifism. In general, let's not talk about religion anymore.
  The blonde agreed.
  - Agree! Do not throw pearls before swine.
  Putin-Yuliana pouted:
  - Are you insulting me?
  - Not! This is a figurative expression.
  - That's how I understood it. Okay, let's go, we'll have to make contact with someone.
  The girls, slowly, continued, bypassed the power line support. The sky finally cleared up, and then Biden-Maria noticed.
  - This can not be!
  Above them, indeed, an incredible thing was happening, three suns shone: Yellow, green, red. True, the last two were small and almost did not give heat.
  Putin-Yuliana, as knowing, answered:
  - This is the effect of aberration, in fact there is only one Sun.
  The blonde was confused
  - And the reason for the phenomenon is not solved?
  - Not yet! But it affects the climate inside the zone.
  A large wasp flew by swiftly. Putin-Yuliana was cut on the fly with a dagger.
  - This is also a mutant and quite dangerous.
  - "Zhalik" I recognized him! - Said Biden-Maria. - The poison has survived the mutation and can cause severe allergies.
  The redhead agreed with her.
  - So here, what is not poisonous is embarrassing.
  On the way, they came across disemboweled corpses several times. And on a curved power line pole, ingrown into the soaked clay with outgrowths of wires, a hanged man hung.
  - Wow, this is the act of people! Biden-Maria noted.
  - Man is the most dangerous animal in the world. - Agreed Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Hear, the helicopter is making noise, let's land.
  Squeal in response:
  - Maybe it's ours?
  "Moreover, because according to legend we are their enemies.
  The girls lay down and turned on a miniature all-frequency radio scanner.
  There were two helicopters, typical, perhaps, outdated MI-8s. Russian special forces no longer fly on such. On the air, a mate and a set of Caucasian and Russian words are heard.
  The girls knew how to disguise themselves, but was it tempting to shoot?
  A rough voice rang out:
  - Hey you, fraer! There is nothing of value here. We're really circling.
  Thinner beep:
  - There can be artifacts here?
  - Do not be a sucker, in this area, farters have long been chosen.
  - May appear again. and play cool music.
  There was a great temptation to shoot down their miniature grenade launchers, but that meant getting lit up. Biden-Maria prayed, and Putin-Yuliana plunged into the memories given by the Demiurge Gods. How she hugged and kissed a guy. Then they went. The sensations are sharp, very pleasant, her stupid friend is probably still a virgin, she does not know love. Especially when they are different men, as a rule, young and healthy commandos.
  The turntables, turning, fired a volley and left the sector. Apparently, they had nothing to catch.
  - Let's play to the cordon, to full dispersal! - Then drunken and completely incomprehensible mat answered.
  While the helicopters flew, Biden-Maria distinguished not only the smell of kerosene, but even the bodies of passengers that had not been washed for a long time. It feels like it smells like a zone.
  - And where did the bandits get it from? After all, you can't just buy a helicopter.
  - Maybe crests sold. They have too many ugliness. However, we also have a lot of equipment written off. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  The girls moved on, and suddenly a rare phenomenon called "collapse" happened.
  Those who fell into it had a one in a hundred chance of surviving!
  . CHAPTER #2
  An anomaly crawling out of nowhere surrounded the girls from all sides. The stone pulsed and beat with frequency on the hands. Even the air around them seemed to freeze and become dead. At the same time, the female presidents felt an increase in radiation. She pierced the air, causing the fusion of nitrogen and oxygen nuclei. From which everything was saturated with an extraordinary freshness that tormented the nose.
  - We need to get out of here! Maria Biden said.
  Putin-Yuliana bravely answered:
  - Let's take hyperfits and try to break through!
  The girls immediately injected themselves with a liquid that reduces radiation exposure. It felt like thousands of radioactive bees were stinging your skin.
  Biden-Maria yelped:
  - Let's go ahead.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed:
  - Yes. I would not want to bypass this superanomaly again. Suddenly it has a semblance of a predatory instinct and will surround us.
  The blonde president remarked:
  - As a rule, such fields are not continuous, and we will find a crack.
  The red vixen rationally stated:
  - The main thing is to correctly define the boundaries.
  The latter is not so easy to do. Some tried, imitating writers who had no practical skill, simply to throw bolts and nuts. It is not reliable, iron can fly by without slowing down and fall, but it will break organic matter.
  Here you need a more subtle approach, you pour fine planed dust from ordinary lead, throw it, and then follow the slightest deviation of the flashlight beam. Where the ray is straight, there is a gap between the anomalous fields. Science proven by scientists. In general, why did the ordinary Chernobyl zone suddenly become so steep, violating the laws of nature?
  Scientists have not given a clear answer to this. And disputes and dissertations were written by many hundreds of volumes. It"s good that the girls-presidents can read with the speed of a computer, otherwise they would turn yellow over books. For science fiction writers, the zone has also become a cash cow, but they still write somewhat monotonously: traps, farters, artifacts, mutants, bandits!
  Someone is killing someone. But pure immaculate love and women do not even smell! But war is feminine.
  The female presidents slowly made their way, reaching the vibrating air. Then they were suddenly given heat in the face, as if someone had arranged heating. The young scouts had a special small device, and to find lead or iron in the zone, just spit.
  A thin layer of dust flickers in the spotlight of a flashlight. For the first ten meters the anomaly was solid. Then, as the girls advanced, some cracks began to appear in the field. The scouts kept a close eye on the warp.
  - There is! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana. - You can go.
  - Well, let's try! - Biden-Maria supported her.
  The girls tiptoed along the line. Ahead was a semblance of a quagmire, and I had to noticeably add a step so as not to get sucked in. Suddenly the air sighed, and the scouts were doused with streams of mud.
  - She seems to feel our penetration. Biden-Maria noted.
  - Maybe. Speak quieter.-
  Red-haired Putin-Yuliana answered.
  The girls continued to move. Suddenly, the pulverized metal swirled in a whirlwind. Then he gasped so much that only thanks to gymnastic agility the girls did not fall.
  The truss grille standing on its side was torn apart, and the fragments were folded into a fancy lace. But the path ahead has become a little wider. The grass is withered, the earth looks like after a seismic cataclysm. Ahead of the passage, the path was suddenly blocked by a concrete fence. It was not possible to climb over it, the anomalous zone was breathing death from above.
  Putin-Yuliana said, smiling:
  - It makes no sense to turn back. We have gone too far and it is not known whether we will find another gap. I suggest blowing up with a grenade.
  - Why , if you can crush with a blow of Ross-karate. - Said Biden-Maria.
  The red-haired vixen doubted:
  - You're sure the fence is pretty thick.
  The blonde warrior confirmed:
  - There are special energy points in concrete that allow breaking through the entire structure. Yes, and legs training will not hurt.
  The firebrand squeaked:
  - Then I'm with you.
  In order not to damage their shoes, the girls-presidents took off their boots and with their graceful, like sculptures of ancient masters, girlish feet, began to beat into the concrete. Strangely, their tanned, bare feet were so well trained that it looked like they were being beaten by steel crowbars. From infancy, the girls received combat training, and that for them twenty-five centimeters of concrete. The wall was covered with cracks, after a few seconds it collapsed. Although the legs hummed slightly from concussions, blood throbbed through them, the scouts were pleased.
  - We broke through with you! - At the same time and warmed up! - Young beauties became fun, only now their faces itched from Dushman beards and camouflage.
  The further path was easier, the girls had already learned to distinguish the boundaries of the anomaly only by the refraction of light. All you had to do was turn on the beam of a flashlight and you could see everything. True, for about half a kilometer I had to walk bent over, risking crossing a dangerous line: the passage narrowed again.
  - Have you ever had a drink, Biden-Maria? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde answered honestly:
  - Not! True, they injected me with alcohol to check the body's reaction to alcohol.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - And How?
  - The head hurts, the intestines turn out. Gave tiny mini-capsules the size of millet. They increased the body's resistance to alcohol. Although drunkenness is a sin, you cannot do without it in intelligence.
  Putin-Yuliana got angry and stamped her foot:
  - Another sin! So after all, the priests drink. Anyway, if we get into an anomaly, we will experience a hangover, only a thousand times worse.
  The tip of the AKM assault rifle accidentally entered the anomaly and bent slightly. I had to straighten it out.
  From above it poured rain with large drops, quite warm. Inside the anomaly, they simply hissed and evaporated. A scrap yard was piled up past: overturned, mangled trucks, tractors, fragments of heavy agricultural equipment, rusty barrels. Near the warehouse, ignoring the deadly background, sat a reptile, a red crystal turtle with a shark head. She devoured metal without any problems, and her paws are something in between the claw of a crab and the claws of a tiger.
  - Rifulik! - Whispered Putin-Yuliana. - Not a protein life form, a mixture of quartz and lithium.
  Biden-Maria sighed heavily:
  - Against him, our weapons are probably powerless.
  The red-haired warrior and former president of Russia agreed:
  - I do not know! Those who shot at such a creature, as a rule, did not survive. True, why does he need our protein flesh, he would rather eat a machine gun.
  The blonde and former US President confirmed:
  - Do not speed up the movement, it will provoke rifulika.
  The girls-presidents still smoothly, but moved faster. True, they soon stumbled upon barbed wire. She had to be cut. The girls coped with this perfectly, professionally avoiding creaking.
  Take a few steps down, Putin-Yuliana whispered in Biden-Maria's ear:
  - Look, honey, here's our first prize. She pointed to a lemon-colored stone.
  The blonde giggled.
  - Nothing special, this is the most common "kulesh" artifact. You can't get more than a thousand dollars for it.
  The redhead squeaked:
  Maybe even less, but that's not bad either.
  The anomaly around the girls began to come to life, she extracted some special squeaky sound, tearing the eardrum. He was beyond the perception of the human ear, but the girls heard him:
  - The devil is worried! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria yelped:
  - Though here on the edge of the abyss, do not talk about the unclean.
  The red harpy waved it off.
  - Come on!
  The hissing and heat increased noticeably, raindrops evaporated before reaching the ground, the grass began to change colors, and luminescence appeared at the border. In general, the spectacle is both beautiful and terrible.
  The girls looked back at the reefulik, he was already quite far away, but it looked like he had eaten, the "grunt" did not reach their sensitive ears. The scouts calmed down, because this haze must eventually end.
  Putin-Yuliana remarked:
  "You can"t bring a big force here. We will ruin both people and equipment, look.
  Indeed, an MI-8 helicopter appeared in the sky, noticing the zone, it began to climb, but it was too late. Blurry tentacles darted towards him and wrapped around the car. "Pinwheel" choked and began to fall. The propeller stopped turning, but the machine sank slowly, as if into water. Along the way, she turned into a kind of accordion. The girls , however, did not so much admire this spectacle as they tried to get out of the danger zone. Hot air blew in their faces, raising blades of grass, dust, pebbles in a whirlwind. The eyes of the girls, naturally sapphire-emerald in Biden-Maria, but painted under brown, and bright yellow in Putin-Yulian, were watery.
  Then a discharge passed through the ground, an electric shock hit. The girls gasped. We ran a little.
  Then it became completely bad, the soil suddenly became like butter and glued boots. Then it blazed from above, the zone crushed the girls to the ground.
  - It looks like we are facing a big "kildyk" - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde yelled
  - Repent before it's too late!
  The red harpy objected:
  - No, Biden-Maria, I don't want to die spiritually enslaved. Besides, what makes you think that death awaits us.
  The former president of the United States, who became a girl, squeaked:
  - I hope no! It's hard to die so young. I did not have time to do anything for the Motherland.
  The former president of Russia, who became a woman, blathered:
  - She didn't even kill him. I have at least a sniper on my account.
  Having a false memory, Biden-Maria noted:
  - And you did not participate in military operations?
  The red-haired warrior answered confidently:
  - Not! I, like you, was saved for more important things. There are only two of us in the whole country.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - So I need one to give birth to children from him.
  The red-haired girl growled:
  - I do not know for sure. It is probably impossible for us to get pregnant from a simple person.
  The helicopter finally descended, two reefuliks ran up to it. They, seeing fresh iron, proceeded to their predatory meal.
  - What a terrible force you need to have to tear such a strong iron. Biden-Maria noted.
  - They have a different metabolism with ultra-radioactive inclusions. - Said Putin-Yuliana. - However, no matter how they gobbled up our weapons. Millions of dollars are reluctant to throw away.
  The girls probed the kidney with a knife, the knife stuck a couple of times, but its tip was torn off. Then, throwing a plastic ball, they found that further the soil became normal.
  - It's good that we have a simple camouflage on our legs, it's not a pity to cut. - Said Putin-Yuliana. - True, you will have to dive like a fish, but jump.
  The blonde warrior confidently chirped:
  - We were taught to jump from any position, we can handle it.
  The red harpy agreed with this:
  - In war, good preparation is like air for the lungs, a bad mixture of gases cripples and kills.
  The girls cut their boots, hesitated a little and jumped sharply. Biden-Maria almost stuck again, scratched her leg. Now the passage has become much wider and the girls could get out of it.
  The scouts moved slowly, until, finally, the anomaly stopped swaying.
  Putin-Yuliana squeaked:
  We live, sister! And I thought that everyone got stuck.
  Biden-Maria noted with dismay:
  - Now we need to find boots, otherwise our legs are too beautiful for bearded Mujahideen.
  Red suggested:
  - It's simple, we'll set up an ambush and slam someone.
  The blonde was more skeptical:
  - If we find it!
  The girls, despite the load, decided to go for a run, not particularly hastily, so that there was no noise. Their keen hearing picked up the shooting from the right.
  - That's something! Looks like hunting or disassembly. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  The girls quickened their pace, passed the hill, and from there a view of the road opened up. There was a noise characteristic of the Jaguar. This powerful eight-seat car jumped out from behind a turn overgrown with forest. In it sat a dozen types in leather jackets and armor. Insolent faces and shaved heads betrayed bandits, some of them had tattoos on their hands. And the largest had a tattoo on his face. He looked like a comic book villain.
  - When a person artificially gives himself a formidable appearance, this is a sure sign of spiritual weakness. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  - Probably, the wolf in sheep's clothing is so terrible, and not the sheep in the skin of a wolf! Biden-Maria continued.
  The bandits were armed with PKU - an improved Kalashnikov machine gun.
  Its 14.7mm bullets could pierce the girls' overalls. However, under an ordinary jacket, the girls had light, but very strong armor made of hydrohydrogen titanium three times stronger than natural and two and a half times lighter. True, such chain mail cost as a whole T-90 tank. But hit them with such a large bullet, even the strong bones of the girls could not resist. But "Kalashnikov" , or "Abakan" is not terrible from any distance. The leader, as always, cursed.
  - Then the cuckoo told us that two farters were crawling. You have to chew them up.
  - It's not in the bastard boss, but there is a point. They just arrived and did not get hold of the swag.
  "These are Arabs, which means they probably have "greens" and dope.
  Putin-Yuliana decided to shoot from AKM. The main disadvantage of the machine gun is the relatively large spread of bullets, especially at long distances. True, if you use not caliber 7.62, but 5.45, then the accuracy increases. The brutal heads of the bandits are open. Putin-Yuliana opened fire, and Biden-Maria, as always, began to pray.
  Four bandits were killed immediately. One of them shouted:
  -... izdets!
  Bandits are characterized by an instinctive response. It is not clear where they are shooting from, it is better to slow down and lie down, but the leader, without hesitation, grabbed a FU-12 grenade, also with a spread of up to two hundred meters, but with uranium inclusions on the plates and more powerful explosives. And where did he dig it out, because these are only in service with the Russian special forces.
  Biden-Maria fired, her bullet hit the exact center of the grenade. It blew terribly, FU-12 is not F-1. The bandits were riddled, and the Jaguar, having lost control, gradually reduced its speed. The driver slammed on the brakes in death throes.
  The powerful brand-beast stopped.
  Girls at all speeds ran up to her. There were eleven corpses together with the driver. They looked terribly beaten. Putin-Yuliana began to inspect the bags. She was primarily interested in artifacts. She examined them carefully. In addition to "kulesh", the most common artifact that has the ability to glow in the dark and recharge a small battery. Moreover, this stone lost its properties only a year after leaving the zone. Among other valuables, there was a pair of "Cutters" capable of cutting through alloyed steel. They need to be covered with wool, otherwise the metal of the car will burn. There was a pink stone "Love" here, which significantly increases male potency, and very valuable in the "Shield" zone, which neutralizes the effects of ordinary radiation.
  - Did the bandits collect all this? Biden-Maria asked herself.
  Putin-Yuliana objected:
  - No, most likely, they took it from farters.
  The blonde squeaked naively:
  - And what did they do with them?
  The redhead barked aggressively:
  - Killed! What else. And it's good if before that it was not without torture. Some farters have hiding places waiting for swag prices to rise. In addition, after all, scientists do not sit idly by. They are looking for ways to enhance the properties of artifacts and especially extend their shelf life outside the zone.
  - I know it! Biden-Maria's eyes filled with tears. "But something happened to me. I myself became a murderer, seven people died from my shot. I will never forgive myself for this. It was like a string broke in my soul.
  Putin-Yuliana roared in annoyance:
  - Well, why are you so stupid.
  The blonde president squeaked:
  - Church against violence.
  The erudite redhead objected:
  - Is it? Killing a villain is not a sin. The literal translation from the Hebrew of the sixth commandment, Thou shalt not kill, is: Thou shalt not commit evil murder! That is, it is not good to kill only good people, and evil must be punished.
  Biden-Maria logically remarked:
  But Jesus himself did not follow this.
  Putin-Yuliana objected with fervor:
  - Well no! The incarnate God was not a pacifist. In the Old Testament, Christ was compared to King David, and he was a great warrior. Jesus himself says: - I did not bring peace to earth, but a sword. A bad source is the blood of lechers. Yes, besides, before his bodily incarnation, being the face of Jehovah, Jesus passed death sentences, ordered the extermination of all Amialikan, burned Sodom and Gomorrah.
  That is, justice requires the punishment of evil. Who are the local bandits? Thugs from scumbags, fugitives from places of detention, maniacs who are on the international wanted list, just terrorists that we catch. That is, it is evil, and for the sake of good it should be destroyed. A bad source is the blood of profligates, said Jesus.
  The tears in Biden-Maria's eyes dried up. She asked in surprise:
  - How do you know scripture so well?
  Putin-Yuliana logically remarked:
  - Well, how to live in a formally Orthodox country and not know the catechism. But knowledge must be applied wisely so as not to stoop to the cavernous pacifism of Jehovah's Witnesses.
  The blonde warrior nodded.
  - I know this sect! They do not recognize Christ as God. However, talking about heretics is not interesting to me, not to you.
  The red-haired warrior waved her hand.
  Let's fix the car first.
  The car was slightly damaged, there were metal plates along its edges, and the machine gun, which did not have time to fire, was loaded with fresh tape.
  - I first of all killed the machine gunner. - boasted Putin-Yuliana.
  Blond a squeaked:
  - Logically! Now let's try to start.
  The redhead muttered:
  - Find the right boots.
  Honey blonde girl Biden-Maria was disgusted with trying on shoes after smelly gangster feet. She simply disdained, as well as Putin-Yuliana. The girls went to the stream and rinsed their boots. They were a little big, but after a little thought, they pulled on footcloths. Not very convenient, but when performing prayers, their charms will not attract too much attention.
  Now the girls, having thrown the corpses into the ditch, could ride on wheels. However, the shots attracted the attention of other creatures: rat rabbits. It was a sinister mutation, a mixture of common rodents and hares. How these species managed to interbreed is a mystery, but it turned out to be a very sinister mixture with poisonous teeth. The rat rabbits ran out into the road. There were at least fifty of them, large, the size of a dog. They bared their teeth as thin as needles. They often broke, but after a couple of days new ones grew. The body itself is shabby, only the backside and a lush, almost fox-like tail.
  Outside the zone, such fur was valued. Especially the ladies. But the animals themselves were very dexterous and tenacious, they did not disdain carrion. In addition, they inherited a certain quick wit from rats. For example, a dead body may not be so tasty, but it is safe, but in the zone of the dead...
  - Well, what to do with them? Biden-Maria asked.
  Putin-Yuliana grunted:
  - Let's shoot and cut off the tails! There will be something to sell.
  The blonde shrugged.
  - Why do we need money? The FSB gave us cash, and thirty thousand greenbacks were found in the pockets of the bandits.
  - Yes. I noticed that the terrorists and the mafia prefer the dollar to the euro, despite the difference in the exchange rate.
  And the red-haired warrior sang:
  Sly dollar after the bandits' hearts -
  Those who want to destroy Russia!
  The banknote is vile, the currency of parasites,
  Mercenary gets to kill!
  Attracts blood to itself and abomination,
  No wonder the green color of the eyes of trouble!
  May there be kindness and honesty in the heart,
  Let's make your dreams come true!
  She chirped in the voice of a real prima donna Putin-Yulian.
  - Whose poems? - Biden-Maria asked
  - I wrote it myself! - Answered the girl-president.
  The blonde agreed.
  - Good idea. And most importantly, it's real and true. But you're right, selling extra swag will allow us to make profitable acquaintances among sellers.
  The girls took the rat-rabbits at gunpoint and fired a volley. You need to shoot only in the head, since the body is easily restored, even sticky green blood almost does not flow out.
  Shots pierced the skulls of ten monsters. They collapsed, others started to run.
  The red-haired warrior squeaked:
  - Wow, and they immediately appreciated our combat power.
  - These are not pseudo-dogs that climb ahead. However, they have already been shot so much, they also cut off their tails only a little worse than rabbit ones. Biden-Maria noted.
  The fiery vixen replied:
  - The tails of rat foxes are most valued. They pay three times more than for sables.
  The religious blonde yelped:
  - They say their fur changes color, perhaps.
  The female presidents shot a dozen more rat rabbits. Then they went down. Lush tails were cut off with confident movements.
  - Be careful with your teeth, in principle there is an antidote for their poison, but it costs one thousand eight hundred dollars for an ampoule. - Putin-Yuliana warned.
  - I was instructed no worse than you. - the blonde yelped.
  The red-haired warrior continued,
  - In addition, if the teeth break off and remain in the body, there will be a serious inflammatory process.
  - Quite painful, though, our bodies are strong and not so easy to infect. Biden-Maria noted.
  The girls were already heading for the car when the pseudo-dogs appeared. Not many, about fifteen. Also, apparently attracted shooting.
  - It's a pity to waste a bullet on them. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Although not poisonous, they bite, and can infect with rabies. Let's shoot them with a pistol so that we don't waste automatic cartridges.
  -Only an agreement, whoever misses will get a slap in the forehead! - Offered Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden Maria sighed.
  - And you have a lot of childhood.
  The girls fired from the improved TT-100. The dimensions, recoil and caliber are smaller than those of a traditional TT, and the lethal force and rate of fire are higher due to the special muzzle design. And a supply of twenty rounds per barrel. Not shooting, but fun. Without spending a single extra bullet, the girls smashed the heads of pseudo-dogs. True, a howl was heard later, approaching another flock.
  - You know, - suggested Putin-Yuliana. Let's not waste ammo on them.
  Biden-Maria agreed:
  - We, in my opinion, have enough bandit weapons. Yes, and in the TT-100, almost any cartridge can be stuffed.
  Red suggested:
  - All the same, for us it is not interesting. Let's risk our asses and meet them with nothing but knives.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Sounds tempting, but are we entitled to an empty risk.
  - When we trained at the FSB school, we were not threatened with death or serious injury. And here is a good opportunity to test yourself.
  - By the way, a bite in the ass is a favorite technique of pseudo-dogs. About this even in the memoirs of the first stalkers, as they called themselves at first, it is described.
  - Farter sounds more beautiful and thieves! Now let's get the knives.
  The girls stood back to back, there were at least thirty pseudo-dogs. The fight was not going to be easy. Suddenly, Putin-Yuliana threw her dagger at the nearest dog, hitting him right in the throat. And then she was left unarmed. A jump towards the dogs, a strong blow to the dog's head. The shocked animal collapsed. Then a lunge, like a toe in the eye, a punch in the jaw. The girl hits like a hammer, her teeth crumble like dry peas.
  Biden-Maria rushes after her, the girl's smashing legs discard the males. Dogs fall, roll over. A blow with a dagger touches the throats.
  - On a strong blow, you need a gift! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - Who does not beat, it will be lost! - Added Biden-Maria.
  The girls parted ways. Putin-Yuliana jumped high, made a pinwheel, flying over heads, knocked down three dogs in a jump. She slashed one across the neck, cutting off her head. Biden-Maria repeated the maneuver, laying down four, and finishing with a blow to the heart. True, the dog was able to scratch her a little.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Filthy bitch.
  The redhead replied:
  - I must say bitch.
  Biden-Maria countered:
  - It's not civilized to call even a dog like that.
  Putin-Yuliana growled:
  - But crazy.
  The dogs really wanted to bite the girls on the ass. Usually farters and bandits have armored jackets and you can"t just bite through them. And the pants will be thinner.
  Biden-Maria stabbed him in the eye, and Putin-Yulian stabbed with anti-aircraft guns with one hand, and used a dagger with the other.
  The red-haired warrior barked:
  - That's it, now what?
  The blonde suggested:
  - We threw knives at the head, so maybe it's better in the chest.
  The girls repeated the maneuver, stupid pseudo-dogs were completely devoid of cunning and self-preservation instinct. They walked forward, rushed, their jumps were predictable. And yet they slightly scratched Putin-Yuliana with a claw.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - No, there are gaps in our preparation. And suddenly it would be creatures with highly poisonous claws.
  The blonde chimed in:
  - How are the rats?
  - So be it! By the way, their needles are stronger than steel. Very nasty creatures.
  - In general, there are many different derivatives of rats.
  Putin-Yuliana on the move cut off another head, and broke the back of the dog. Biden-Maria was in no way inferior to her.
  The blonde commented:
  - All because radiation does not kill rats, but makes them even stronger and more viable. It's like a dystopia. Perhaps a nuclear war will lead to the emergence of a kind of rat civilization.
  The redhead remarked aggressively:
  - Do you think rats will be able to go into space?
  Biden-Maria suggested:
  - If they merge with primates, then it is not excluded.
  Putin-Yuliana noted with doubt:
  - They say such people have already appeared in the zone.
  Biden-Maria broke the dog's neck with a sharp jerk. Putin-Yuliana finished off the last creature.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - We had to jump.
  The blonde started to get angry.
  - This is not all geeks, there are worse.
  "I know, but fighting monsters is not our area of expertise.
  The girls, having laid down three dozen creatures, carefully cut off their tails. Now they had something to sell. Then the unexpected happened, one of the mortally wounded bandits began to rise.
  - Oh, look, it seems that one of them was not finished off!
  The blonde commented:
  Or maybe it's turning into a zombie.
  The redhead chirped:
  - I heard about it, but to become a zombie you have to die from an anomaly.
  Biden-Maria giggled:
  - Or from the hand of a very sinful person.
  The redhead waved her hand!
  - Do not joke so!
  The bandit got up and rushed to run. His speed was not inferior to the world sprint champion.
  Putin-Yuliana suggested:
  - Oh, go after him!
  Biden-Maria nodded approvingly.
  Maybe a Jaguar? He has good mobility.
  The redhead yelled:
  -We will see!
  The revived dead man really raced along the road. Therefore, it was possible to follow him by car. The girls rushed off, not particularly accelerating. They were wondering where the bandit was running.
  The blonde suggested
  - It's an interesting game, but an ambush is likely.
  The redhead confidently answered:
  - And we will see her, for fidelity, I propose to wear miracle lenses.
  Special contact lenses, another of the costly marvels of Russian science. They allowed you to see in the infrared and ultraviolet range, in complete darkness and under water. In addition, they made it possible to magnify the image of both ordinary objects and use lenses as a microscope. True, the invention is still imperfect, you can"t use it for a long time: it burns out.
  The girls put them on and were almost immediately surprised:
  - He runs, and not only does not heat up, but cools down. The difference between it and the environment is no more than five degrees. - Said Biden-Maria.
  Redhead agreed:
  Yes, it's a zombie! Maybe some artifact made him so cool.
  The run continued, the bandit turned to the side, they were forced to shake. Bumps, potholes, bumps threatened to overturn the car.
  - Can he split his head? - Offered Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde replied softly.
  - Let's see if he leads us to his lair.
  - Do you want to fight?
  - Aren't you?
  Putin-Yuliana ironically remarked:
  - Of course, but your heart will burst with pity.
  Biden-Maria logically objected:
  - There might be hostages in their lair! Don't you know it?
  The redhead shrugged.
  - Incredible. Well, why do they need hostages?
  The blonde suggested
  - Take a ransom. Or make them work for you.
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - Well, they can still give something for a foreigner, but for a Russian, no matter how they shoot themselves.
  Biden-Maria spread her hands:
  - It is surprising that with such an attitude towards scientists, we were so well supplied.
  - Military research is decently funded, the US buys scientists, and we just write off information from them. Puni Juliana chuckled.
  Biden-Maria smiled:
  - More precisely, we steal?
  The red-haired girl giggled.
  - We collect information, process it and pass it off as our own! In general, all this secrecy hinders progress. There would be no spies, we were much more backward, I mean the whole world.
  The blonde muttered in annoyance:
  - And when will humanity become one?
  - I do not know! But for space expansion, you need to combine efforts.
  - But so far the opposite is happening. If at the beginning of the twentieth century there were only thirty-seven states, now there are two hundred and forty. Where our world is headed, humanity needs a great leader.
  - And where can I find one? Biden-Maria noted. - Rather, there is an increase in chaos.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed with this:
  - There was feudal fragmentation, and now capitalist. But sooner or later it will end. I believe that there will still be universal happiness and a world without evil.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - When will Christ come?
  The red harpy shook her fist.
  - When a person, physically and spiritually, becomes a god.
  The conversation was interrupted, a tower appeared ahead. Two types with a machine gun were sitting on it, smoking.
  - Bad habit! - The girls fired, removing the bandits.
  The armored forehead of the "Jaguar" broke through the fence, and the beauties burst into the yard. There, two dozen bandits drank drinks and ate kebabs. The machine gun fired, heavily spitting lead. In skillful hands, the PKU is a too terrible weapon that turned bodies into corpses in two seconds, knocking out fountains of blood. Then the bullets pierced the veranda, breaking through the wooden walls. Glass shattered, splinters flew from the logs. Everything was crushed in a row, the boards were crushed, bloody shavings were falling. Rarely does a fight feel so much like a slaughterhouse. But who can resist when six thousand bullets erupt in a minute. For a second, about a hundred, explosive caliber 14.7, for five five hundred. It took five seconds to kill twenty-five bandits feasting in the yard, since the weather was dry, and another fifteen on the veranda.
  Biden-Mary did not even have time to read the Our Father, when it was all over.
  - The fight was short. "Although two more are crawling in the building itself.
  They returned fire at the girls, and quite accurately, three bullets hit Putin-Yuliana in a bulletproof vest, but a shot from a grenade launcher put an end to the shelling.
  - Wow, I was gaping, thoughts about a deep inconsistency were distracted, you are fighting and praying at the same time.
  - Every sin must be atoned for! - Said Biden-Maria.
  Redhead rationally remarked:
  - There are saints that patronize warriors. For example, George the Victorious, Archangel Michael and many others!
  The blonde yelled:
  - Right! But it's still disgusting. Now let's check the house.
  The redhead ran the edge of her hand down her throat.
  - And we have not pacified one more friend.
  The zombie bandit jumped on Putin's scout, Juliana, but was hit in the Adam's apple with a boot. He flew off and the girls threw Kalash into him. However, the zombie did not stop immediately. For some time he growled and roared, but from the burst from the PKU he did not completely crumble.
  - A complete dick for you. Well, a living thing. - Biden-Maria was surprised. - It's immediately obvious, a product of the devil.
  Red remarked:
  - I heard that zombies can be made from any living person. What we see is another zone kiss.
  The blonde nodded with a smile.
  - You know, in our actions there is nothing heroic. With the help of a machine gun, we mowed down the enemies, but did not make anyone better.
  - You're an idealist, Biden-Maria. You want to fix the whole world, without even knowing in which direction.
  The blonde girl remarked:
  - I think that first of all, it is necessary to observe the interests of the Motherland.
  The red-haired vixen grunted:
  - By killing fifty bandits, we have already rendered a decent service to the country. Prisons are already overcrowded and death is probably more humane.
  Biden-Maria countered:
  - How to say, the living can always repent, especially those sentenced to life imprisonment. Indeed, in a special prison there are far fewer temptations and inducements to sin.
  Putin-Yuliana hastened to change the topic of conversation:
  - We will examine the premises, maybe we will be lucky for the hostages, and at the same time we will look at the trophies.
  The girls-presidents ransacked the pockets of the murdered bandits. It was possible to extract decent sums in cash, dollars and euros. As well as several artifacts, among them the valuable Turquoise, which can increase the strength of the metal. True, their owner, a rather large, judging by the large number of banknotes, bump was not helped. The bullet tore open the uncovered stomach and broke through the chest. Gently fearing mines and stretch marks, the girls examined the house. As it turned out, their fears were not unfounded. Three mines and two grenades had to be cleared. However, apparently fearing that their own would not be blown up from drunken eyes, the mined doors were marked with a cross.
  - What an idiotic trap! - Biden-Maria was surprised. Do they always fight like this?
  Putin-Yuliana barked:
  - I think that these mines are more dangerous for the bandits themselves. Look, and there were explosions, everything is mangled.
  The walls are indeed cut with fragments, spattered blood is visible. Cleaned here in sight not often.
  - Dirty, these gangsters, that's how many cans and bottles are piled up, it is necessary to rake. - Putin-Yuliana poked the glass with her foot.
  Biden-Maria grunted:
  - They have such moral principles. We will look for a cache, caches and zindan.
  The female presidents ransacked the house, scanning the floorboards, and then went down to the basement. As expected, the first cache with artifacts, money and stolen valuables turned out to be under a marble slab in a special recess. There was also a whole collection of gold teeth, earrings, probably torn off along with ears, rings, and other jewelry. There were also stones, including those whose names the girls did not know, and their properties were mysterious.
  Putin-Yuliana rubbed one of them, it caught fire and began to burn her hands.
  - Wow, this is apparently "Bill", they say, is capable of ruining any computer, at a fairly large distance. In addition, it disables video cameras.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Valuable artifact?
  Redhead confirmed:
  - Much more valuable, only outside the zone of strength it loses in two or three weeks. Moreover, the effectiveness of the impact immediately falls, it is worth leaving this, who knows who infected area.
  Biden-Maria winked:
  - Where is the "Armor" stone? They say he gives bullets a lapel.
  Putin - Yuliana burst out laughing:
  - Yes, it is a famous artifact. Curves the trajectory of not only bullets, but also grenade fragments. It is especially powerful if you combine several stones. It is often described in memoirs, and outside the zone it is valid for two to three months.
  The blonde was worried
  - Something is not visible on the leader!
  The redhead squinted.
  Everything must have been sold. For a mercenary, this stone is valuable, probably tempted by the price.
  Biden-Maria suggested:
  - Or did not find the necessary farter sucker! There are a lot of "Kulesh", it is clear that this stone is not so easy to sell.
  Putin-Yuliana hissed:
  - I hear someone muttering in the basement, there are still prisoners here.
  - Yes, I, too, it seems, this is Arabic speech.
  - Remember what we were taught, especially in plastic movement. Arabs are characterized by sharp gestures, men in general should be ruder.
  - I know how to imitate Arabs. In the future, there may be wars between Russia and the Islamic world.
  - Especially if the Americans are expelled from the Persian Gulf and Afghanistan. We harnessed the Yankees to the cart, forcing them to cover our borders. - Laughed Putin-Yuliana.
  - But the Black Sultan seems to have a grudge against Russia. Moreover, the territory of the United States is far from the Islamic world, and ours is nearby. First of all, the expansion will take place on Russian territory. Biden-Maria nodded. - This is worrying.
  - While the bad Americans are howling with the Arabs, we will have time to create such a powerful and technologically advanced army that the war with the southern hordes will not be terrible. The main thing is to win a few years. - Putin-Yuliana finished in a whisper.
  The girls went to the "zindan", the corridor led to the side, where an armored door was placed behind the brickwork. It was, like a submarine, securely mounted and closed with a code.
  - Well, let's try! Maria Biden said.
  Using a miniature likeness of a stethoscope, the girls bugged the safe. A slight difference in sounds made it possible to calculate the code and open the thick door.
  The blonde muttered:
  - And if the leader forgets?
  - And he wrote it down! - Putin-Yuliana took out a piece of paper.
  Biden-Maria about gurgling:
  - And why were you silent?
  The red-haired girl squeaked:
  - I wanted to test your abilities as a burglar. - The female presidents spoke Arabic just in case. They even knew a specific oriental
  jargon.
  . CHAPTER #3
  Inside it was musty and damp, though a strong lamp burned. The room is spacious, you can see some kind of warehouse, however, the ventilation is broken. True, the prisoner turned out to be alone, however, why more. He was a boy with an oriental face, but lighter than the skin of the Arabs. Dressed in a torn robe and barefoot, he was shaking from the cold and did not stand still. The chain around his neck rang with every movement. It was evident that it was a child, apparently no older than fourteen, who had lost a lot of weight and was tired in custody.
  - Allah Akbar! - He was greeted by bearded girls-presidents.
  - Allah Akbar! Faithful! - The boy answered. - Where are you from?
  The girls answered in rough male voices in chorus:
  - Saudi Arabia bacha!
  - And the Saudis! It was you my father sent to free you from captivity.
  Biden-Maria blurted out without thinking:
  - And who is your father?
  The captive boy yelled, stamping his bare heels:
  - Do not know the despicable Emir Suleiman, ibn Omar.
  Putin-Yuliana answered with a smile:
  - I know him! The owner of a large fortune of four billion dollars. The first wife is Englishwoman Ellen, such a blond fashion model.
  - It's my mother!
  The redhead nodded contentedly.
  - I see that's why you look like a European.
  The boy sighed and said:
  - I speak English, French, Spanish, Chinese and Russian! - These are the countries with which we will have to fight in the first place.
  - We also know many languages! - She blurted out without thinking Putin-Yulian.
  The young prisoner was wary:
  - Why do you ordinary warriors need this?
  Biden-Maria answered for her:
  - We are not ordinary warriors, but the elite of Islamic special forces. Not all of Israel will have the upper hand over us. To defeat the infidel, wisdom and knowledge are needed from the faithful!
  The boy liked the answer:
  - Right! There are only two of you!?
  The blonde nodded.
  - Yes! And no more!
  The young warrior roared:
  - Release me! I came from the Emirates specifically to fight Russia on the side of the legendary Black Sultan.
  - Why not from the USA? Biden-Maria asked.
  The boy logically remarked:
  - The United States of America is rotting and decaying. The democratic form of government is ruining them. In twenty or thirty years there will be no great America. Russia, on the contrary, is a viable country. Every year it becomes stronger, and Orthodoxy leads a dangerous expansion into the Islamic world. So it is better to break the back of the young wolf, the old one will die anyway.
  - Yes, the United States is weakening right before our eyes! - Agreed Putin-Yuliana. - And the terrorist attacks against America are only pushing the fragmented Western society towards consolidation. In particular, Europe is already half ours. In twenty or thirty years she will become orthodox. We will get a majority in their parliaments and introduce Islamic rules. And terrorism can slow down the settlement of these lands.
  The boy, pouting, continued:
  - That's it! I am only twelve years old, and in thirty, I will be a sheikh full of strength, watching the worldwide triumph of Islam. But there is a threat, this is Orthodoxy! Here, it seems, why the priests are stronger than the Catholics, but such is his strength that many peoples are under the influence of the eight-pointed cross. But in fact it is a mixture of Judaism and paganism.
  Biden-Maria wanted to object, but you can"t give out your emotions. And in general, she was a supporter of the peaceful coexistence of all religions. After all, Islam and the Koran preach good. As Magomed said: if you forgive your enemy and humble yourself, you will be exalted by Allah!
  Putin-Yuliana said decisively:
  - I will preach with a machine gun, and bless with a strong gift from a grenade launcher!
  Biden-Maria confirmed:
  - I, too! And in general we got into a conversation: we need to free the young fighter.
  The girl cut open the chain with one blow of the dagger, took the collar in her hands and pressed it, the fetters parted.
  - So simple! - The boy was surprised. - You have excellent skills.
  And whistled...
  The blonde spoke confidently.
  -For a man there is nothing more important, military art - it is a synonym for a worthy existence! The death of a tiger is better than a dog's life!
  The boy rubbed his ankle, scratched by the chain, and his bare, cold soles, and with an important look said:
  - Reasonable! Yes, I did not introduce myself to you as Prince Khattab ibn Suleiman.
  The red-haired warrior was surprised:
  - Your name is Khattab!
  - In honor of the hero of the Caucasian jihad. And as the son of the emir, I am a prince. - The boy glanced at his dusty, scratched children's legs and was embarrassed. - Yes, and here somewhere there must be my form, so I look like a beggar. And yes, it is very cold.
  The prince again scratched the floor with his blue bare foot.
  Biden-Maria chuckled. On the one hand, the boy was an enemy of her Motherland, on the other hand, the facial features, softened by European blood, were pleasant. Even her hair is reddish. Biden-Maria wondered if she could, if Russian interests demanded, kill the child. In Chechnya, too, a ten-year-old boy is quite capable of planting a mine and blowing himself up together with Russian soldiers. They got out of the "zindan". We walked around the room, looked into the cabinets.
  - Are the clothes expensive? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  The boy proudly said:
  - Together with pebbles for a million pulls!
  The redhead asked softly:
  - When were you captured?
  The boy squeaked:
  - Five days ago!
  - So, we haven't managed to implement it yet! You need to search in the cache. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  - Or in "shone"! - Confirmed Biden-Maria. - Yes, they probably have a cache somewhere on a hill.
  - Let's find it! Too far from the lair, they will not hide weapons. Besides, look! - Putin-Yuliana took out a crumpled map. - It was in the pockets of the leader, for sure, so as not to forget he marked it.
  A lot of things were written on the map, it was smeared with Shrovetide spots, pieces of fat, and spilled cognac.
  The redhead was indignant:
  - Well, the pig leader! Too bad we didn't capture him alive.
  Khattab picked up the dropped dagger and threw it at the wall. He stabbed right into it.
  - Can you do that? he asked Biden-Maria.
  - The dagger may not always be at hand! A bottle shard is much more practical! - The girl-president famously twisted a piece of glass and drove it deep into the board.
  The boy pouted:
  - Can you be more specific?
  The blonde chuckled.
  - You are welcome! Where to get?
  The boy-prince pointed his finger:
  - Here in the fly!
  - Difficult task, but I'll try. The blonde girl estimated the distance, then tried to feel herself part of the shard. Imagining that this is a fragment of her finger, you need to poke it right in the ear! The glass flew inaudibly, crashing into the center of the insect.
  - Awesome! Even Saul couldn't do that. - Said the boy.
  Biden-Maria smiled:
  Is this your father's head of bodyguards?
  - Yes! It is he! You are pretty smart! - Here the prince-kid logically noticed. - And why didn't they shave off their beards and take on a European appearance. So you can immediately see the Mujahideen.
  The blonde girl found something to answer:
  - That's it! The arrival of respectable Europeans will be too noticeable, and the faithful have been arriving in recent times. So let's go without a doubt.
  - Probably! As the Russians say, the best way to disguise Santa Claus is to glue a beard on the back. The little boy chuckled.
  - I found a cache, it's only a kilometer from here! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The three of them left the ruined room. On their way there were a couple of rocky hills. On the one hand, it was good, anomalies are less common on them, and on the other hand, you can"t pass on the Jaguar.
  Red remarked:
  - Yet the bandits are not strong mind. It will be difficult for them to deliver weapons.
  The prince growled:
  - Hurry up!
  The two warrior girls and the boy ran across the hills. The prince was still only in a robe and barefoot, disdaining to put on trophy boots. He wanted to warm up and warm up after the pit. It's amazing how he didn't catch a cold. However, it was possible to freeze in the zone, but colds and viruses did not stick. On the contrary, the same flu passed almost immediately. There were even projects for the construction of sanatoriums. So radiation crippled on the one hand, and treated on the other!
  They ran up the steep slopes, the girls making little effort to keep the prince from falling behind. A couple of times his highness scratched his bare feet on the stones, even blood came out, but he did not show it. When they were approaching the "shoon", suddenly two snakes jumped out from under the cobblestone. They jumped at the boy, nearly stung him on the bare heel.
  The girls threw daggers, detaching their heads. The snakes are not particularly large, like vipers, with yellow spots, but very dangerous. From the action of their poison, the body turned into jelly, and it could be scooped up with spoons.
  - Look under your feet? - Said Putin-Yuliana. - They are able to knock down an elephant!
  The boy sighed:
  - These?
  The redhead yelled:
  - Viper changed! Turns a person into a corpse, and even causing pain.
  The prince said with pathos:
  - Pain is a useful test for a Mujahideen!
  Putin-Yuliana, as always, logically retorted:
  - Death in war is justified only when the enemy buys it at an excessive price, and giving gifts to the enemy is tantamount to betrayal.
  The door at the entrance to the cache is well camouflaged, it looks like a simple stone.
  - It is necessary to neutralize the stretch. Maria Biden said.
  - We see now, cut. - Answered Putin-Yuliana.
  The girls-presidents worked well, cutting the wire. After some manipulations, the door gave way, and the scouts slipped inside.
  The cache turned out to be quite rich: RPG-9, RPG-29, capable of penetrating the armor of a tank, "flies", some small arms, the same "Abakans". There was even a couple of "arrows", though in a handicraft form. In general, a decent arsenal and a lot of ammo.
  There are a fairly large number of FU-12 grenades.
  - Hmm yeah! - It looks like this gang has connections at the top. Biden-Maria suggested.
  - Many have! - Answered Putin-Yuliana.
  The boy squeaked:
  - So what are we going to do now? We can't take so many!
  - Close the cache and leave it in place for now. We are not on fire! - Said, dancing Biden-Maria.
  - And it's true! Soon we will win, and these weapons will be ours. - Prince Khattab confirmed.
  The blonde suggested:
  - Let's examine the boxes, maybe something valuable is found.
  As a result of a more detailed inspection, they found a box with loot, junk. Various stitches.
  Among them was the prince's clothes, including boots with platinum horseshoes. Putting on robes, Khattab acquired a royal look!
  The boy became important, and not like a barefooted Gavroche:
  - Now I'll ride like a king! You will accompany me like a guard.
  Biden-Maria was surprised:
  - And you didn't have a guard?
  The boy answered with a sigh:
  - Was! But she was poisoned! Or maybe they put them to sleep, and then they cut off their heads. Nothing can be taken from them, but they wanted to rip off a hundred million dollars from me.
  The blonde giggled.
  - Cool! As the Russians say: a big spoon hurts your mouth!
  The prince remarked with some annoyance:
  - Not so much, especially considering that the dollar is falling and oil is getting more expensive. Or do you appreciate me so little.
  The redhead honestly remarked:
  - Everything depends on the contribution to the cause of jihad.
  The boy took on the role of manager:
  - So, in short, we will drive by car to the nearest town, and there they will tell you where to look for the Black Sultan.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Bud something they know!
  The boy prince exuded confidence:
  - The Sultan has his own scouts. They will meet us.
  Putin-Yuliana scrolled in her head: tough guys are also needed by terrorists. In general, it is quite Hollywood to commit a crime and infiltrate a gang. Biden-Maria also agreed. She remembered the words of the director of the FSB.
  - It doesn't matter how many people you kill, even if our agents are among them. The main thing is to get to this geek.
  - Why do our desires coincide! Let's protect the prince.
  The boy boasted:
  - When we take the capital of the infidels, we will organize the Moscow Caliphate. I will make you my sheikhs, I will give you under private ownership in the province.
  The red-haired warrior chuckled.
  - With oil!
  The prince confidently confirmed:
  - If you fight well, then yes! In general, there is more oil in Siberia than in the Persian Gulf. The Russians are increasing oil production and driving down prices. This is one of the reasons why bin Laden was wrong. If America is left without oil, it will rebel and split itself. True, it is very cold in Siberia in winter, I can"t imagine how the Russians endure it. I was tortured with cold.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed:
  - It's not so scary, but that Siberia's climate on Earth is getting warmer and it will be easy for us to master it.
  - Well, wonderful! And now let's run.
  The prince walked light, and the girls with a heavy load. Covering the caches, they rushed after the "royal" person.
  - Something hurts everything is smooth! - Putin-Yuliana noticed. - So effortlessly dealt with the gang. And here the prince is like in a fairy tale.
  The blonde confidently answered:
  - Help from higher powers!
  In other matters, an unpleasant surprise awaited the girls at the car. Attracted by fresh corpses, five bloodsuckers tangled up. They looked like characters from a horror movie, with wiggling, jointed jaws, hexagonal noses, and three sparkling eyes. According to the scientific hypothesis, the genes of the rat connected with the chromosomes of insects, which is why such an abomination arose. However, no one knows for sure, it is known for sure that bloodsuckers have phenomenal vitality. Absence in the normal biological understanding of the brain, makes them difficult to vulnerable. The most foul thing is that the method of their destruction is not scientifically verified, so the scouts will have to fight blindly.
  The prince pulled out a Bars pistol he had taken from the warehouse, an evolution of the Colt 45 caliber with less recoil, and fired at the bloodsucker's eye. True, he missed a little, but it is clear that there is a shooting skill. The creature rushed at the prince, he opened fire, the bullets pierced the body and slightly delayed the enemy. Holes appeared in the chitinous cover, poisonous green blood splashed. The girls also opened fire to kill. They were beaten from the usual "Kalash".
  Mutant ghouls, receiving lead gifts, did not think to stop. Then the scouts used their elongated daggers, with laser sharpening, capable of cutting through the tank's armor. They managed to cut open several thugs, cut off limbs. However, the tentacles of bloodsuckers, even separated from the body, continued to swarm.
  - Creatures of Satan! Biden-Maria shouted.
  - Turn them into shavings! - Offered Putin-Yuliana.
  The girls, covering the prince, went forward. Of course, they did not like the aggressive boy, but so far this is the only hope to get to the conspiratorial sultan. Moreover, the area is large and tends to grow.
  The boy drew his sword. It may not be as effective as a dagger carved to the molecular level, but still the famous Damascus steel.
  He chopped quite skillfully, apparently trained by the best teachers, but still an adult professional swordsman laid him down. However, most of the soldiers, even the special forces, are not trained in cutting with swords.
  The red-haired warrior admired:
  - You're a good guy! Not a sissy! Is everyone in your family like this?
  The boy answered honestly, wrinkling his forehead:
  - Not all! The older brother has become a computer rat, and is fond of the games of the infidels.
  Putin-Yuliana rationally answered:
  - What do you need to know the weapons of their enemies. The reconnoitered enemy is almost defeated, you just need not to let the chances go to the wind yourself!
  The girls cut down the ghouls. They were dexterous, but scouts are even more dexterous. Too frisky bloodsucker knocked down the breath with kicks. Finally, when the body turns to rubbish, even the ghoul falls silent. True, the worms are beginning to spread.
  The evil prince, however, was bitten, his hand instantly swelled up.
  - Wow! This is dangerous! - Leaving Putin-Yulian to finish off the last ghoul, Biden-Maria quickly sucked out the poisoned blood, quickly spitting. Injected a universal antidote. The boy was skewed, but he quickly came to his senses.
  - The poison did not have time to penetrate deeply, you will survive! - Biden-Maria said, smiling with large, pearl teeth. The boy suddenly felt the suspicion that his teeth were too white.
  - Do you clean well?
  The blonde replied without hesitation.
  - Certainly! No wonder all horses and slaves were checked by the teeth.
  The boy agreed.
  - Correctly! I don't like it when my mouth is rotten.
  The bloodsuckers fell silent, they only managed to scratch the clothes.
  - Now let's go to the Orlan base - Putin-Yuliana suggested.
  The prince winked at the girls.
  - Where farters hang out!? In general, you can find the right person there, which will show us the way to the Sultan.
  -Better to walk! Maria Biden said. - "Jaguar" will attract too much attention.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed:
  - It was not enough to engage in a shootout with the locals. The wheelbarrow is cool, they can put it for it! Yes, and they can steal, but it"s stupid to make such gifts!
  - So take her down! The prince suggested.
  The redhead replied:
  - If we blow it up, it will not compensate us for our losses.
  The boy roared angrily:
  - But there will be corpses of infidels. The corpse of an enemy is expensive, but a living one will still cost more!
  The blonde remarked:
  - Stealth is the quality of the winner!
  - It is not worthy of the prince to go on foot! Yes, and in general, there is the same concept of pride. Real Mujahideen will not hide such a valuable trophy, recaptured from the infidels. - Said the prince.
  Biden-Maria wanted to object, but Putin-Yuliana interrupted:
  - Right! The path is not close, but time must be saved. Moreover, we now have so much swag, you can"t drag it away.
  The blonde nodded.
  - Let's go, if there are no objections!
  Let's pray first! The prince suggested.
  Although prayer is not the main thing for the warriors of Allah, the girls agreed. Biden-Maria herself thought what a sin I was committing. For the sake of the Motherland, one has to sacrifice peace of mind. Putin-Yuliana, as a true atheist, was calm. In general, any belief seemed absolutely illogical to her. But the theory of evolution too often found its confirmation in reality. However, Khattab was not too zealous, apparently he believed that faith would not protect the weak.
  They sat down and began to slowly accelerate. The prince chose a more comfortable seat, although the chairs were slightly damp.
  The boy suggested:
  - It looks like you fought in Chechnya.
  The redhead perked up:
  - Why do you think so?
  The prince confidently stated:
  - Much was adopted from the Russians. In general, Chechens are almost atheists, the communist upbringing is having an effect.
  Putin-Yuliana pouted:
  - But they fought better than the Egyptians and Iraqis. In general, surrendering to a particularly unfaithful one is a great shame.
  The boy sincerely replied:
  - I agree, but I, too, was in captivity. And I'll tell you the truth, I really didn't want to die. Maybe not everything is so sweet in paradise! When the angel of death takes me, I will become quite an adult, and youth is a special time.
  - Have you had a woman? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  The prince nodded and blushed a little.
  - Certainly! But talking about this with mere mortals is below my dignity.
  Biden-Maria sincerely replied:
  - My friend and I believe that love outside of marriage is sinful! Therefore, we will not be seduced by the charms of unfaithful wives.
  - I respect principles. The prince was silent.
  The road was bearable at first, but afterward, swirling anomalies became visible.
  - Yes, there are spatial pits! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - Do not shove back!
  - In no case! Biden-Maria tightened her grip on the steering wheel, deftly avoiding anomalies.
  The whirlwinds got bigger and higher. A friend of one of them ran right into the Jaguar. The girl barely managed to get away. Then a second one attacked her. The worst thing was that the anomalies-tornadoes moved along a trajectory that was difficult to predict. Biden-Maria felt much more tension than when she was simply chopping bloodsuckers or pseudo-dogs. Here she dealt with the elements. Reflexively, the girl began to whisper "Our Father", but immediately stopped. The whole disguise could fly to hell! So she fell silent, even thought, do not dare to be baptized.
  The Jaguar was slightly caught in an anomalous whirlwind. The doors were blown off, the coating was distorted, the tip of the machine instantly scattered into large drops. It hit the prince in the face, almost immediately a blister swelled up.
  - Careful! he shouted.
  - Come on, I better! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - I'm less interested in extraneous thoughts, but for now, sit by the machine gun.
  Biden-Maria agreed, especially since a new attack appeared, large birds, with transparent wings, and piranha mouths. They had the peculiarity of spitting with their hard six rows of teeth. Moreover, they could break through at a distance of up to a hundred meters. The prince, however, put on a Kevlar cloak, covering too luxurious clothes. As for boots, platinum spikes are not too different from steel ones, especially since an alloy was used there. True, there were also diamond spurs, a risky guy.
  Biden-Maria, in order not to waste bullets, fired single shots, this caliber was quite enough for this. The main thing is not to let the creatures get too close. In general, the large size of the feathered is not functional, it is easier to hit, lower maneuverability. However, it is not so easy to cut down such a creature. It's best to hit your head. But on a shaking car going from side to side. Yes, firing a machine gun is not easy even for such tough girls. A couple of hits to the body did not stop them, although the speed of the beaten creatures fell. The ribs are breaking. But out of five times, Biden-Maria missed three in the head. Upcoming flights. A whistle is heard, and teeth fly. So far, however, not exactly! Biden-Maria again tries to feel the machine gun, even closes her eyes.
  - Mutant against nature and God! - The blonde girl says to herself.
  Then he starts shooting quickly without aiming. Bullets hit much more often. Broken creatures fall down. True, a couple of wheels still turned out to be punched. In addition, the bullets hit the prince's cloak. He wanted to grab the tooth-arrow, but Biden-Maria shouted:
  - Only in gloves! They even have poisonous edges.
  - OK! The prince answered in American.
  The birds that survived with an admixture of fish fell off, whoever does not learn does not survive.
  Anomalies also at first glance ended, you can go a little faster. But suddenly a wall appeared on the way. She was special, the air shimmered slightly as if in air bubbles, and even sparkled a little.
  - Looks like a barrier! Biden-Maria noted.
  - Anomaly "Bubble". It is usually round. They say it's a good anomaly, after which many artifacts appear. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde frowned.
  "But you can't get through it?"
  The redhead confidently confirmed:
  - Not! Unless you have a pair of "Laser" stones. Here they protect against most anomalies.
  - Valuable item! Biden-Maria sighed. - Now on the detour.
  On the way I had to give a fair detour through the swamps. At the same time, the wheels were changed.
  "Jaguar", of course, is not an all-terrain vehicle, but it drives better off-road than a Mercedes. However, the car soon got stuck and had to be pulled out. This is not so bad, but thanks to genetics, a creature jumped out of the mud. Biden-Maria barely had time to cut her head, Putin-Yuliana riddled another from Kalash.
  - That's an abomination! - She noticed. - And also a mixture with a rat.
  - Looks like it! In general, rats have a unique genotype. Maybe even people will be transplanted something from them.
  Biden-Maria, having a false memory, thought, and did not introduce something from similar creatures to them.
  Having made a ditch, they somehow got over, however, they got pretty soaked. The prince did not even get out of the car, keeping a swaggering dignity. "Jaguar" was pulled out by hand, finally, they were able to move.
  As soon as we drove out onto the path and began to wade towards the road, like an infection again, rat-boars appeared. The creatures are very large, a couple even the size of a bull. However, the meat is like, evilly poisonous, full of radioactive infection. Only now fangs, like mammoth tusks, were of value.
  - Those who live here should be given the Khalifa ribbon. - Prince Khattab noticed.
  - Absolutely! Or a golden cross! - Putin-Yuliana squinted fervently.
  - He will be for you! The boy shook his finger.
  The three of them fired. Trying to hit one of the three eyes. The girls succeeded, but the prince did not. Other places are not as effective. The frontal bone of a wild boar is about five centimeters thick, and not every Kalashnikov will take it. True, AN-94, "Abakan" is better suited. Two bullets in one point and the bone cracked. One of the boars even managed to hit the Jaguar on the headlight. Until Biden-Maria laid him down. Having lost their leaders, other creatures took to their heels. They have a strong sense of herd.
  - Here they are! Yes, they spilled their stinking blood! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - I can"t even believe that radiation can give rise to something like this.
  - This is the machinations of the Ibis. - The prince declared. - However, when the whole world becomes orthodox, the devilish zone will disappear.
  - And we will not be able to get unique artifacts - sorry! - Answered Putin-Yuliana. - In general, life without difficulties, like soup without seasoning, a lot - bitter, no - does not climb into the throat!
  - Men should at least once in their lives kill and save someone! Moreover, if the first is as lucky, then the second is an indispensable test of courage. - Added Biden-Maria.
  A jellyfish flashed in the branches, it was shot down from a Putin-Yulian pistol. From a hundred and twenty meters to get straight to the point, and even with a pistol, is a sign of high class.
  It was getting dark and the girls were impressed, and so it was over the roof. But in general, driving around the zone is not the most pleasant thing! As always, pseudo-dogs appeared. They were removed from pistols without much recklessness. The prince drew attention to the fact that the girls hit from a long distance and did not miss.
  - You have magic hands!
  The red-haired warrior muttered:
  - Many say so!
  The boy lowered his voice and asked:
  - But have you heard the legend about the stone that fulfills any desire.
  - This game has a computer! At the very end, when you pass all the levels! Then you can type in a wish, and the computer will announce that it has been fulfilled - Putin-Yuliana said with a chuckle.
  The prince chuckled.
  - I was like this "shooter"! Although I prefer military-economic strategies. The ones where you conquer the whole world.
  The redhead remarked logically:
  - It's not bad! But it doesn't seem to you that the infidels are using games against us!
  - A computer is better than an atomic bomb, it is the surest way to conquer peoples and make them work for the winner! Besides, I am not afraid of temptations. Any faith is then worth something if it knows how to defend itself! The prince finished.
  The blonde was delighted
  - And you're smart not the weather! Not every old man talks like that!
  The little boy chuckled.
  - In youth, the blood flows faster, and the head boils hotter! In general, it seems to me that you are much younger than you look, and your beards seem to be glued on.
  The prince could not resist and pulled Putin-Yuliana by the beard. She almost screamed, but realized in time that it was not so easy to expose the FSB disguise. Khattab twitched, but apparently he was pleased.
  - No real, but how fast!
  The redhead responded aggressively:
  - A slow donkey, worse than a pig, also stinks, but does not give meat!
  The prince leaned over and whispered:
  - I confess honestly, I tried pork! It's not that stupid! In general, it seems to me that if you like it, then eat it! It's just that in ancient times, pigs carried many diseases, which is why they were not eaten!
  - And you are a liberal! - Biden-Maria shook her finger. - You are not afraid of the curse.
  The boy showed his breadth of views:
  - I am against superstitions, and the unbelievers use these. For example, the corpses of murdered shahids are wrapped in pigskins, or they are poisoned like prisoners in Israel with dogs. Besides, if it is possible to transplant a man's porcine valve into the most precious thing in the heart, then why not eat it!
  Putin-Yuliana chuckled:
  - So you can call the prayer into question!
  The prince nodded.
  - That's right, that's why it was canceled for the duration of the war. And in general, the main thing is that Allah is alive in the heart, and this is important when you are surrounded on all sides by pagans.
  Religious conversations greatly tired Putin-Yuliana, and she decided to switch the subject:
  - The village is close. Checkpoint coming soon.
  - So what! We'll fight if they don't let us! - exclaimed the prince.
  - In this case, it's redundant! Better buy off!
  - Pay the unfaithful! Who do you take me for.
  The redhead remarked logically:
  - If we shoot the checkpoint, we will become enemies of the large Vympel group. We don't need it yet!
  - Vympel? - Reminds me of the name of the Russian special forces! - The boy frowned.
  The red-haired warrior confirmed:
  - This is a mixed group, there are Russians, Ukrainians, Caucasians. We might as well hang out there. In general, the guys are almost correct, they even keep a semblance of the entertainment industry.
  The prince perked up a little.
  - This is good! And then I was completely chilled from sitting in the bunker. Wish whiskey, no Russian vodka!
  The fire harpy grimaced.
  - Isn't it a sin?
  The boy sincerely replied:
  - Saddam Hussein was a great warrior of Islam, but disdained cigars and whiskey. And I don't like hypocrites at all. If you want to be near me, be normal, living people.
  - When you drink, the reaction and aiming of the shot decreases. Biden-Maria noted. - Not to mention the load on the liver, heart, circulatory system.
  The boy started to get angry.
  - Why do you think about it! After all, you are risking your life, and at the same time you want to cling to this mortal world.
  The blonde growled.
  - Not like you think!
  Nearly hitting his face, a round ball flew by. Another portable anomaly. And the heat from it, like from the stove. It went somewhere to the side, and there it exploded, releasing a semblance of a colored bush.
  The red-haired warrior whispered:
  - Another threat, but it is clear that we are not destined to die.
  The speed was slightly reduced, a searchlight was burning ahead. The checkpoint looked like an army one, concrete, recently cleaned. Above are two rather powerful machine guns in an armored cell. There were fifteen soldiers, all strong in armor. The tallest one even has a grenade launcher, and the fighter standing in an ambush has an RPG. You can immediately see the group is solid, some people probably have experience of a hot spot. Three approached them, and the rest took aim. Then Putin-Yuliana regretted that she had simply driven up in a car. If desired, they could kill them by going to the rear through the hills. But now they have serious problems. The boy took the initiative:
  - I am Prince Khattab ibn Suleiman. This is my guard, I want to find a decent corner for my rank and lodging for the night.
  Roar in response:
  - From which country?
  - United Arab Emirates!
  The commander lit a cigarette, the captain's epaulettes flashed in the light of the lantern. His height was almost two meters, strength and confidence were felt.
  - For visiting the city of "Wings" you are charged a customs fee.
  The boy was indignant:
  But I'm a prince!
  The voice got rougher.
  - So rich! You will pay triple! And whose "Jaguar" you have, it was painfully crossed.
  - We got into an anomaly on it! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The voice became more suspicious.
  - So maybe she cut you with shrapnel?
  - And that we have no right to fight off the bandits! - The prince was indignant.
  A wheeze was heard:
  - And from what gang?
  - "Sour" - Said Biden-Maria.
  - How do you know he drove.
  - From a corpse. Here's his keychain! - Showed Putin-Yuliana.
  The commander looked at the scorpion. There was a mixture of respect and fear in his voice.
  - Wow! Yes, you are cool Mujahideen. And we thought that you could only blow yourself up.
  The redhead remarked logically:
  - And the last thing you need to know!
  - I respect courage! What is your name? - He turned to Putin-Yuliana.
  The redhead bellowed:
  - In general, it is not customary for us to reveal the name to the first person we meet, especially the wrong one. So let's go with the nicknames.
  In response, too, roar:
  - I agree! I am Kolya-sledgehammer!
  The red-haired girl answered calmly:
  - And I'm a hawk.
  - And your partner?
  - They call me "Condor" - Biden-Maria answered.
  The voice became insinuating:
  - Condor and Hawk, sounds nice.
  The blonde growled.
  - It's not about beauty, it's about fighting prowess!
  A cheerful reply followed:
  - All right, Mujahideen! With each piece of bucks and go!
  - This is, on the one hand, a trifle! On the other hand, it's a shame, what to pay for! The prince rolled his eyes.
  The voice became much rougher.
  - Turn back! In addition, in our village, there is no mosque. In general, if you want a warm welcome, look for the Black Sultan.
  - And where is he? Biden-Maria asked hopefully.
  A rough voice replied:
  - If they knew, they would have torn off their heads a long time ago. Two hundred million euros are not lying on the road.
  - Perhaps, this is not even enough for the head of such a person. - With enthusiasm said the prince.
  The commander became impudent:
  - And you like him! You can immediately see the martyr, and at the same time greedy. There are not enough Basques from you, three from each, or we shoot.
  The boy pouted:
  - Don't be afraid of my father!
  The commander became even ruder:
  - In Chechnya, I cut off at least a dozen like him.
  Biden-Maria was unpleasantly sucked in the stomach. If he fought in Chechnya, then most likely a Russian officer. And she is not capable of killing a Russian.
  The blonde said softly:
  - Come on, Khattab, we'll pay them. The band has a lot of losses to make up for.
  The prince was about to answer her when the alarm went off!
  - A cloud of rat pigeons is heading towards us.
  Even Putin-Yuliana felt a little uneasy. The mutation of rat pigeons is one of the most dangerous creatures of the zone. In particular, these creatures had three mouse tails. Tails are like knitting needles, pierce into the body and pierce through. And also poisonous. They can just bite, also not sugar. And most importantly, fertility. The rat itself breeds quickly, but in alliance with the dove, this is something of a hurricane. They are able to lay a whole cloud of eggs, and laying every month.
  - We need a flamethrower! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The commander muttered:
  - We have!
  - Then we'll try from the machine guns. Although there is something better! Biden-Maria answered. She took out a PAN - 109 taken from the warehouse of bandits. Its caliber is not large like that of AKM - 7.62. But the rate of fire is fifteen thousand rounds per minute. Especially against large masses of infantry, or attacks by savage, wild animals. Even the saying is either PAN or gone! The main thing is an automatic tape, not heavy with a weak return. The bearded girl carried him outside. She knew how to shoot from all types of weapons. In particular, when she was taken to the mountains, she conducted a test on bats. These creatures were, true, with feathers, but much more dangerous.
  A happy reply followed:
  - Well, what will be a present for them.
  The cloud was thick and large, but the stock of ammunition on the Jaguar was fair.
  Biden-Maria relaxed, read the Orthodox prayer of a warrior to herself. Then I imagined with my mind's eye, a flock of nightmarish, the size of a crow, but with a tail piercing the Kevlar of birds.
  Machine guns hit on the roof, machine guns fired. But rat pigeons, as well as crows (they also flew in this flock, only they were a little larger, with longer mouths) are not so easy to scare. What in their brains froze, depriving them of a sense of fear. These carnivorous beasts with a special pathology loved human meat.
  Bullets pierced the flock, knocking out hundreds of ratbirds. But they continued to fly, getting closer and closer. It"s good that the speed, due to the greater weight, was lower than that of ordinary pigeons and crows. Biden-Maria now felt every movement of the terrible mutant's wing. Almost every one of her bullets found a victim. This, however, is surprising for such a rapid-fire weapon. Here, when two hundred and fifty bullets fly out in a second, it is even approximately impossible to aim. And Biden-Maria managed the impossible when eighteen people are fighting thousands.
  The captain, firing from a machine gun, whispered:
  - Get a mutant! Get a mutant!
  The young lieutenant whispered:
  Save George! Save the body for repentance.
  Some just cursed or spat.
  When, bearing losses, an avalanche of bird-rats approached twenty meters, the flamethrower struck. Flames seared the feathers, causing the winged mutants to screech and fall. Their progress slowed down a little, but having slightly rebuilt the creatures continued to move. One of the soldiers, already wounded by needles, fell down and writhed. The rest backed off a bit. One Biden-Maria did not back away, firing with precision, or rather fired intuitively, but no less effectively. The machine gun became red-hot when drops of sweat fell on it, hissed. Mentally, the girl turned to the Mother of God, then to Christ. Like lightning, a thought flashed through my head, here it is a quick retribution for today's murders. Although the Almighty is not always in a hurry with retribution, he made an exception for them. This means that they will no longer be able to serve their homeland.
  The girl's hands trembled, pictures of childhood flashed before her eyes. Of course, she now had the memory of a carrier girl by the will of the Demiurge Gods. She didn't know her parents. She never said the words mom or dad. From early infancy preparation and drill. Yes, and she grew quickly, twice as fast as an ordinary person. In general, a person is so imperfect. How long does it take him, childhood, school, or old age. Back in Soviet times, scientists worked to improve the human genome. There was a lack of funding. But now there is progress. Perhaps they will forever remain young girls as Biden-Maria, or the damned frightening old age will come to them too. Scientists are powerless to answer this question. Will they know the joy of motherhood. It is also unknown, but their pregnancy will last no more than four months. They cost their state about the size of a battleship or missile cruiser. No perish crime against Russia.
  The girl shoots and sees that the pressure, the rat-crow, and the rat-pigeons are weakening. Even the swings seem slower. Here the creatures run out of steam, a gap is visible behind their rows.
  The most incomprehensible property of mutant birds is the absence of fear. Well, how an instinct that has been developed over billions of years of evolution has managed to die out like that. However, their number is finite, and the bullets have knocked out thousands. Here they fall, the last birds, the shots are silent. And although there is no complete silence, the wounded soldiers are moaning, two are still alive, and one turned blue and died.
  Putin-Yuliana takes out a strong antidote and injects it, colleagues helped to pull out the needles. The eyes of the fighters are enlightened, they stop rushing about. Here the prince notices that Biden-Maria was also pierced, and she stands motionless, although the poison of rat crows causes terrible pain.
  - You're like damask! - Said Putin-Yuliana, and injected her with an antidote.
  She just nodded in response.
  The captain turned to them, saluted:
  - Well, you guys give! Let me tell you - well done! Such a feat not everyone can do.
  - What did you think! The prince cut him off. Then the leader added:
  - It's good that not all Mujahideen are like that, otherwise we had to drape from Chechnya.
  - Chechens have little faith! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - As a "Hawk" I fought with them and I know this nation well.
  - And me! - Biden-Maria woke up. - I think that half a million Chechens cannot defeat one hundred and fifty million Russians.
  The prince recalled:
  - Under Yeltsin they succeeded!
  The blonde responded with sincerity.
  - Because the president was a complete moron, an alcoholic, he surrounded himself with scoundrels. I would personally hang it.
  The redhead confirmed:
  - Yes, me too! Even Zyuganov is better than this senile, although I voted for Zhirinovsky! Russia needs a dictatorship, democracy destroys it!
  Biden-Maria agreed:
  - Democracy destroys all countries of the world. Consider what America has sunk to. From the gigantic Statue of Liberty to Barack Obama!
  The commander relented.
  - OK! We Slavs and Arabs have much more in common than we think. Payment is out of the question. Now you tell us how to take up arms. Ride and know "Vympel" will not forget us.
  - Automatic fire and the roar of a shell - best of all beat off a good memory! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The prince put in a word:
  - When Russia finds a new master in me, I will make you a colonel. So keep in mind who to fight!
  Rough answer:
  - I will be with the Motherland, and you will grow up to rule.
  - We are very hungry! Maria Biden said. - It's time to go.
  The prince took a sip, his empty, for the last five days he had only been in water and black bread, his stomach ached:
  - Let's go!
  . CHAPTER #4
  - There will be difficulties, contact us! - Self-confidently declared Putin-Yuliana. - Our radio scanner will pick up any wave.
  A skeptical question followed:
  - Are you afraid of us?
  - What more! In addition, bandits often roam the air! - Contemptuously dropped Putin-Yulian.
  The captain led them to the gate and warned:
  - Do not accelerate too much, here sometimes pale anomalies flash. The counters do not respond to them, but if you turn on the headlights, you will see small deviations. Maybe it's funny, but it's better not to throw nuts, they come back at the speed of a bullet.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - Pale anomaly!?
  - Or a "pistol", they are rarely large, and not always fatal, sometimes they tear, and sometimes they just throw them away like a catapult.
  - Do the artifacts remain? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  It murmured in response:
  - Most often, "Kuleshi" even the price has fallen on them. So be too upset if the bartender or huckster does not give much.
  Biden-Maria sat behind the wheel and whispered:
  - We will move quietly, as if in an ambush.
  The warning was not superfluous, tornadoes swept through the air. What spilled over. I had to maneuver again. Along the way, they almost ran into a broken armored personnel carrier. It has already rusted, without wheels. Creatures ran from the side, it was difficult to see, but Putin-Yuliana suggested:
  - They're rat monkeys!
  The boy squeaked:
  - Why do you think so?
  - The fact is that, as a rule, they get closer to a person"s housing. Relatives anyway. - Intercepting the glance of the prince, she added. - So consider the scientists of the infidels. However, looking at drunkards, the thought comes to mind that they are not far from the truth.
  The monkey jumped out onto the road, and Biden-Maria turned to the side to avoid a collision. Putin-Yuliana shot her, but the car was hit by a stream of anomalies. He lifted the Jaguar three meters and threw it down. A pair of wheels flew off, and the passengers almost hurt themselves.
  - The "wheelbarrow" stuck together now we have to go on foot! If it is the will of Allah. - Added Putin-Yuliana.
  - Well, you are clumsy, now you will have to pay for repairs. - Said the prince.
  - We have money, not counting the trophies. - Said Biden-Maria. "Besides, the Jaguar is not a perfect car. The Zubr, produced in Belarus, is best suited for the zone. They have decent cross-country ability, speed, armor, and you can put weapons.
  The boy bleated:
  - Such a car costs, apparently, a lot!
  The blonde girl laughed.
  - No , not more expensive than the Jaguar, but better. After all, part of the zone affected the Belarusian territory, so the younger brother of Russia began to invent his own.
  The Prince aggressively declared:
  - We will also include it in the Caliphate. But in general, let's go faster, I'm dying of hunger!
  The blonde squeaked:
  - We have trophy stew!
  - Not pork?
  The Warrior laughed.
  - No, moose!
  The boy squeaked:
  - Then let's.
  Taking on hefty backpacks, the girls dragged, each carrying one and a half centners: a difficult burden even for a master of sports in weightlifting. However, weightlifters, as a rule, are not particularly hardy. The girls carried weights even on the rocks.
  The prince on the move, not embarrassed by his hands, ate stew. Having finished two liter cans, he calmed down.
  "Now life has become easier. In general, it surprises me that you spit in Russian so well. It's like he's your own.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - And you too! Even thieves know the words.
  The boy readily explained:
  - My grandmother Esmigul was Russian Ekaterina. By the way, she was kidnapped by pirates and then recaptured by my grandfather Saddam.
  Biden-Maria giggled:
  - So you have Russian blood.
  The prince shook his head negatively.
  - Not! She is a step-grandmother, the third wife, and my father is from the first.
  The blonde girl remarked:
  - But still a lot of European blood!
  - Not without it!
  The road weaved through the hills and straightened out. From here you can see the town itself. A cluster of industrial and residential buildings, surrounded by a fairly high wall with barbed wire on top, and not very deep, it looks like a recently dug moat. At the open gate stood a tank, a T-72, with a long muzzle, thrown over a wide bridge. And in the distance the waves of a large lake splashed - the city of "Wings" was also a port. In fact, there was no lake before, and how it appeared was another mystery - a miracle of the zone. On a joke, I managed to see a barge.
  - A decent town, not New York, but still not bad for such a place! The prince noticed.
  Biden-Maria agreed:
  - I expected less, here you can decently eat and relax.
  A corpse was lying on its side, near which a dozen rat monkeys were spinning. They've almost finished it. They even tried to chew off the bones. Without saying a word, the girls opened fire with pistols. When the first two rat primates were knocked down, the rest, without thinking too much, rushed at their comrades and began to tear them with their teeth.
  Oh, and cannibals! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - Is it possible.
  The blonde grinned carnivorously.
  - A bullet on them can be a pity with knives.
  - Just put the swag. - Look at the prince. The girls rushed after the rat-monkeys. Those, seeing that there were only two opponents, rushed in a crowd, baring their teeth. They had special ones like hooks on a fishing rod, not poisonous, but they could paralyze. The girls were furious, and each finished off three rat creatures.
  The redhead yelled:
  - What did the macaques get?
  The blonde growled.
  - Or want supplements!
  The rest, realizing that the forces are not equal, not equal, rushed to run. Throwing daggers killed two. Jumping up to the corpses of the girl, they took out weapons. The tails of the primates were short, but the ears were covered with lush fur, as large as those of cheburashkas.
  And it's up for sale! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - Yes, they were taught not for the sake of swag! Biden-Maria noted. - It is painfully disgusting that animals gnaw at a person, and no one wants to help.
  The girls did not rob the corpse, although for the zone, this is quite natural. On the contrary, they will twist a finger at the temple if they find out about such disinterestedness. But then the prince surprised, he did not fumble in a bloody jacket, but he grabbed his handbag.
  - That might be something of value. Suddenly even "Fart".
  - With luck, they don"t die so ridiculously. - Said Putin-Yuliana. - Although it is a valuable artifact.
  - Still would not be valuable to him. It increases your luck many times over! - Biden-Maria noted. - True, so far such a stone has been found only twice. One was taken out of the zone, and he lost his properties, and the other is unknown where!
  The redhead remarked with confidence:
  - Maybe it's in the bag!
  They opened it, but apart from the "kulesh" and dried fish, and a couple of grenades, they found nothing.
  - And we should have gotten dirty! Hey, where are you going! - Three cunning vaters tried to pick up the bags. The prince wanted to shoot at them, but Biden-Maria stopped.
  "They are no more worth a bullet than rat-monkeys.
  - Even less, greedy rats and more stupid than monkeys! - Supported Putin-Yulian.
  The girls overtook them at a run, they were dragging the sacks with difficulty. Biden-Maria kicked with such force that she broke the man's arm. He staggered and reached for his pistol. The next moment the fist crushed the jaw. Putin-Yuliana delivered a simple but almost irresistible blow to the groin. From the pain shock, the enemy lost consciousness.
  The third managed to grab a knife, but it was knocked out, and then the girls at the same time hit the ribs so hard that they crushed them. A wave of pain covered the scavenger farter, he wheezed and was finished off with a poke of a finger in the temple.
  - Clean work! The prince commented.
  - Disassembly in English! - Putin-Yuliana commented in her own way.
  Patrolmen standing at the entrance bristled with machine guns and bayonet-knives.
  - What are you doing? - The prince shouted in Russian at them. - Chaos is happening next to you, but you do not react.
  - You are true believers, and so too rich, but no brains! - Said the guard.
  Putin-Yuliana and Biden-Maria bristled with machine guns. The nerves are so overwhelmed that they are about to open fire.
  - Leave! - ordered the commander. - This is the prince, and with him the Hawk and the Condor.
  The boys roared in unison:
  - Yes, we are!
  You did our guys a favor! Saved from the invasion of the rat-raven! Come on in, we'll always be happy!
  - Our car "Jaguar" hit an anomaly and was damaged! - Said the prince. - We need to get a tugboat and take it to a car repair shop.
  - Let's do it! In general, to stay alive after falling into an anomaly is a great success.
  - See only PKU - do not make out! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  What ensued was:
  - We can buy if we agree on a price!
  The girl said emphatically:
  - Yes, we ourselves need to sell the swag.
  They were surprised:
  - Has the prince decided to become a simple farter?
  The rich have their own quirks.
  The bearded girls lifted the sacks and dragged them along. Their shoulders were broad, and they themselves imitated the male baritone so skillfully that no one aroused suspicion. And what kind of girl will drag so much.
  The town, despite being in the center of the anomalies, looked pretty well-groomed. Lots of warehouses and industrial premises. Cars sometimes passed through the streets. The place is relatively crowded. The prince, without thinking too long, asked the first person who was clearly of Caucasian appearance.
  - Do you know where the black sultan lives?
  He shied away from the boy:
  - Not! I can not know!
  A farter in an armored coat, walking behind, entered into a conversation:
  - Do you believers want to join his gang, or catch!
  The boy pouted:
  - And what does it matter?
  He frankly said:
  - Grouping "Vympel" itself started hunting for him. We expect not only to receive an award, but also to purchase something from the Russian army at a discount.
  The prince asked in surprise:
  "So he's elusive, then?"
  Caucasian explained:
  - It is believed that most likely the terrorist is hiding in the north of the zone, or closer to the sarcophagus. Only there is such radiation without a spacesuit you can"t put yourself in.
  The boy was curious.
  - And how does he live there?
  He suggested:
  - Maybe I found artifacts that reflect radiation. In general, information costs money. One hundred dollars from you.
  - For this you can only get a strong slap in the face! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The stalker was almost a head taller than her and obviously heavier.
  - Do you want to fight with me?
  The red-haired vixen growled:
  -Yeah right now!
  A large Caucasian noted:
  - It is forbidden to fight on the streets of the city! Maybe at the Colosseum.
  I'm wasting my time on you. - Putin-Yuliana pretended to slap on the shoulder, but in fact she pinched a nerve ending. Farter was limp, collapsed, as if he had a heart attack.
  The red-haired vixen whistled:
  No, you're not interested in fighting! Well, where are we now?
  - In a bar, I think! There we will learn something more definite! - Said Biden-Maria.
  Redhead girl:
  - And at the same time we will shed excess weight. The bartender seems to be the richest man in the zone.
  The blonde agreed only partially:
  - The income is decent, but customers can shoot. Especially if you lower your prices.
  The loudspeaker's voice boomed:
  - Anyone who wants to sign up for "Vympel" will receive a machine gun and free meals! Complete safety and a sense of security! You will never be alone, loving brothers will march at your right hand. All the dangers of the zone will be behind us, we will be able to correct even anomalies.
  - At the expense of the latter, they turned down, the gut is thin, dump at least one anomaly. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - Undoubtedly! The prince pointed to the side of the armored personnel carrier. And they have mechanization here, if they have to drape, they will sit on their tail.
  The blonde commented:
  We'll try not to make too much noise.
  From the speaker came:
  - Do you like money? And love the risk! So this is for you, we invite cool farters to work - fighting and highly paid!
  - Wow, this might be interesting for us too! - Said Biden-Maria.
  - Most likely, it's just clearing the forest from the bandits. Here we ourselves will cope at the same time and all the swag, we will get it! - objected Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria nodded.
  - Perhaps so, but let's see what the bartender says. (It must be said that this guy was an FSB agent named Gluky.)
  The entertainment building was imposing, a cinema, a bar, and a brothel all rolled into one. An inscription shines at the entrance: Whoever uses the barrel will fit into the noose!
  - Brilliant! - giggled Putin-Yuliana.
  - Visible attempts are not comic intelligence! - Added Biden-Maria.
  In the basement stuck out the inscription - "The way to the Colosseum."
  - Wow! - Noticed the prince. - It's like in Rome.
  - Local showdown! Like fights or duels. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana. - Which is the most boring thing to me.
  The boy replied:
  - Why is it interesting!
  The red-haired vixen boasted:
  - But with my participation is always predictable. Unless we would have embroidered against each other the Hawk against the Condor.
  The prince purred contentedly:
  - And that would be nice! And I can fight there.
  Biden-Maria readily agreed:
  - Maybe yes! Although there are usually few children in the zone. Previously, they were not allowed at all, but now they have given up.
  The boy pouted:
  - I'm not a child! I am a great warrior!
  The blonde girl growled.
  - I have no doubt, but other patrons of the bar may start to offend us. Rather, it is inevitable, and in the event of a fight, they will blame us for everything.
  The prince boastfully said:
  - So what! You will walk over corpses!
  The red-haired girl smirked.
  - Against tanks?
  The boy barked:
  - Allah will help us!
  Biden-Maria logically remarked:
  "Even a jihadi warrior only kills when necessary!"
  The prince twisted his face, but suddenly stepped back:
  Enough fighting for today.
  The Mujahideen went down the wide stairs to the basement. On the counter was a sign: Bar Knockout.
  Three submachine gunners stood behind bars, they drew attention to the prince:
  - It's a toddler! So no alcohol, no girls!
  The prince was offended:
  - You know that the blood of caliphs flows in me. And at my age I have the right to marry!
  Putin-Yuliana angrily replied:
  - At home you have the right, but we do not spread the tail. Anyway, if you don't like it, we won't let you into the bar.
  Biden-Maria answered for the prince:
  - And we do not drink alcohol at all and do not sleep with prostitutes. We have morality.
  The prince was surprised
  - Do you indulge in foolishness?
  The blonde said emphatically:
  - Not! This is also a sin!
  They did not notice that they had already reached the bar and were standing at the entrance.
  - What are the right Mujahideen caught. Okay, come on! - Machine gunners gave the go-ahead.
  The bar was crowded in the evening. Music played, naked women even danced on the stage.
  - Well, you have debauchery! - Mujahideen-girls defiantly turned away. The audience looked suspiciously at their huge bags, some with gangster faces. At the counter stood a healthy, well-fed bartender. He looked a little like Gluky, but at first glance it was clear that he was not. This means that the FSB resident either failed, or, at best, was transferred to another place. And who will replace him? It is possible that the agent is from a completely different camp.
  Putin-Yuliana came closer and asked in Russian:
  - Will you take the swag?
  He gurgled:
  - What is?
  - "kuleshi" and something tastier!
  The bartender's eyes lit up.
  - Spread it! Then the voice became dull:
  - Kuleshi is so vulgar! What else is this? It looks like you are throwing away the cheap things, and keeping the valuable for yourself?
  - It's none of your business! - Shouted the prince. - Everyone sells unnecessary. We, for example, do not need oil, but you are ready to crawl on your belly for it.
  - Don't speak for others! The bartender kept his cool. - In general, what is the type, leads like a prince!
  The boy growled:
  - I am the prince!
  The audience was buzzing and alert. There were more than a hundred customers in the bar, most with guns.
  - Are you going to sell? - Asked the bartender.
  The red-haired warrior asked a natural question:
  - How much will you give?
  - For "Kulesh" two hundred, and the rest three hundred!
  Putin-Yuliana whistled:
  - Wow! Like I don't know the prices. Even "Kulesh" costs eight hundred from resellers, and they sell it to the side for a thousand, or even one and a half.
  The bartender replied angrily:
  - No more give! This junk is in bulk in the zone, and it is constantly falling in price!
  The red-haired girl logically objected:
  - Not so every artifact is worth a lot of blood! You never know your brother is dying.
  The bartender honestly answered:
  - After they announced the reward for the Black Sultan, the people are rushing here. And tough and criminals, a lot of special forces, mercenaries, stepping on each other's heels. And you drag all sorts of princes. And where did they get the swag, they probably killed someone!
  Putin-Yuliana started:
  - What do you care! You will not disdain to buy goods from bandits.
  - Watching what! People like you are unlikely.
  A conflict was brewing. Biden-Maria, meanwhile, overheard the conversation:
  - The Strugatsky brothers are very interesting in terms of ideas, but they have a difficult text.
  "Maybe, but those are so important!"
  - Don't tell me, it's hard to read and tiring!
  A witty, aphoristic type followed:
  - The softest and lightest text - printed on toilet paper!
  From the last statement, Biden-Maria became funny, and she opened her mouth to her ears.
  Just then, a waitress appeared in front of her:
  - Would you like to have fun, sir, and not for a small fee to relieve stress.
  The blonde chirped:
  - Is this how to throw it off?
  - Yes mouth! - The pretty girl grinned, flashing her carefully brushed teeth.
  - I want! - Said the prince. - Let's go to another room.
  The girl shook her head.
  - But you're still a youngster, it's impossible by law!
  - And if I give you ten grand. - Khattab took out a thick pack of green bills and shook the dumbfounded girl in front of her nose.
  - Then let's go with pleasure! The girl grabbed the boy's hand.
  The sight of a thick bundle of dollars finally blew up the audience. Machine guns roared. Two masked men jabbed their guns into the prince's chest.
  - Let's shell out chicken. And you, too, throw swag.
  Surprisingly, perhaps under the influence of fear, the prince drew his pistol so quickly and fired offhand, knocking down two, that even the girls with a phenomenal reaction did not have time to prevent the irreparable. The gun fired with lethal force and landed on the necks that were not covered by armor!
  Then a cry was heard:
  - Kill the Mujahideen!
  The girls unanimously shared chairs with their feet, and simultaneously threw them at three fighters with machine guns. The iron chairs hit so hard that broken teeth and drops of blood flew in all directions.
  - Shoot!
  Realizing that the time has come or pan and disappeared, Putin-Yuliana threw two fragmentation grenades into the crowd, and Biden-Maria threw smoke grenades! From the fragments, the scouts hid behind the counter, taking the prince with them: fortunately, it turned out to be armored. Along the way, Putin-Yuliana headbutted the bouncer, the bard's bodyguard, who flew off, crashing into a rack of whiskey and brandy rolls, showering them, and then calmed down, blowing red bubbles. In general, the girls became on their ears, and without thinking too long, they started dancing death, stacking the fighters in piles. They started firing furiously. And yet, even in a critical period, the girls did not abandon the Kalash. However, the expressive Putin-Yuliana pulled out a super-automatic and fired a volley at point-blank range, discharging miracle bullets. It was seen how tiny fountains flared up in the bodies of the lined fighters, throwing out blood. Biden-Maria pushed her away:
  - You have to take care of it!
  The redhead was surprised:
  - What to spend?
  The blonde chuckled.
  - We have PAN with us! Although no, we will kill too many, we will break through.
   Putin-Yuliana threw another grenade, so more than half of the visitors to the Knockout Bar were killed and maimed. About eighty people. Putin-Yuliana punched the bartender in the head with her fist, then started to run. Boots squelched in blood, red puddles spread. Biden-Maria mowed down the guards, the prince rushed after them, trying to keep up. Putin-Yuliana grabbed the royal offspring by the hand, and literally carried him. Smoke crept down the corridor, obscuring visibility. Here a large farter followed them. - Putin-Yuliana fired at him, but he did not even react. Then she gave the turn. The girl never missed, but here her opponent at least henna.
  Red suggested:
  - Apparently he is in the armor.
  The prince barked:
  - Why, the mug is open!
  The blonde said:
  - You shoot me in the eye!
  The girl did just that. And again without result. True, her invulnerable opponent began to shoot back. The bullet hit Biden-Maria in the shoulder and in the stomach, but saved the armor. Then the line slashed at the legs, hooking the scout. It was too hard for the girls with backpacks, and they could not tear themselves away.
  - Looks like I forgot how to shoot. Biden-Maria sighed.
  The redhead growled.
  - Then hand to hand!
  Biden-Maria dropped her backpack and crouched down, moving away from the machine gun fire. She thought that a strange type could acquire something more serious than AKM. There is, for example, a special AKMB machine gun - which shoots with armor-piercing bullets, against which most vests are powerless. However, you need to take care of your head.
  Biden-Maria deviated from bullets, simply following the movement of the barrel. She kicked her opponent, but stumbled like a field. This did not bother Biden-Maria, having performed a sweep on the lower limbs, there was also resistance there, as if you were entering the water, but the footboard saved. Type fell and twitched. Biden-Maria fell on him. The field reflected fast blows, but was powerless against slow wrestling captures. The enemy was strong, stubbornly resisted and even tried to crush the girl himself.
  - Damned Mujahideen! he shouted.
  So not how many sambo-style gyms held until her fingers closed around her throat. Here her opponent was doomed, they could not help him, neither incredible strength, magical artifacts. Finally, the carotid artery was crushed, and the mighty enemy was defeated.
  - There is a contact!
  ON the dead field a little weakened, and the girl ransacked it. So there are six "Armor" pebbles that deflect bullets and grenade fragments. They made her opponent a terminator. At the same time, she grabbed a couple more unfamiliar stones. And she started to run. Putin-Yuliana gave a counter burst, laying down a few more fighters.
  - Cookin Quaker! - She said two counter. The artifact bag seemed much lighter, it seemed that the stones increased physical strength.
  Biden-Maria remarked:
  - Wow, I discovered the law, if you want to find a good artifact, don't crawl around the zone, but catch farters.
  The path of the girl was blocked by a formidable T-90 He was moving in the direction of the fugitives.
  Red suggested:
  - Not a bad machine, you need to capture it!
  - Let me! Now don't kill me! - Boasted Biden-Maria.
  The girl rushed to the tank. A machine gun hit her, but she first went to the side. Although running away from a machine gun is not even easy!
  Beauty sang:
  - Heroes rush from the chase, after all, they won"t catch up with many enemies!
  The line of a powerful machine gun overtook her! The blonde girl showed, then saw how the bullets were deflected from her. However, otherwise she would have thrown a grenade at least, stunning the shooter. It seems that the machine gunner was very surprised that the infantry was attacking the tanks. His confusion allowed Biden-Maria to jump on the armor, throw the shooter out of the tower. After that, the girl acted in a similar way with the crew. Screaming bodies could be seen flying through the air. I did not want to kill them, but it seems that Putin-Yuliana did not differ in mercy, finishing them off on the fly. Farters jumped out from the sides on the scouts, they fell under the merciless bullets of the girls. Shelling was carried out from the houses, the scouts thrashed in response, using grenades and bullets.
  Nevertheless, Putin-Yuliana herself was wounded, hit by a shrapnel in the face. Another bullet turned out to be armor-piercing and pierced the girl's shoulder, also damaged her weakly covered arms and legs. The prince was also wounded, so much so that the boy lost consciousness. I had to load it, despite the fact that the load is already not small, to carry. Putin-Yuliana even hesitated: it"s worth it to strain so much because of the enemy of the Motherland. But on the other hand, the boy is almost their only hope to get to the lair of the black sultan.
  Fortunately, they have a tank as a trophy. And this is already a good defense. Having jumped inside, the girls began to steer, trying to escape from the town. The gates were still open, and the guards at the entrance mistook the tank for their own. After all, it is absolutely unbelievable that a hefty tank was so easily captured.
  Putin-Yuliana, despite the injuries, greeted the guards:
  - The city of Wings was attacked, we are pursuing the enemy. Tactics bypass and move!
  They roared:
  - Let's, what audacity the thug bandits have! Already broke into the city.
  The daring maneuver turned out to be very effective, the girls got out of the town and went into the gap, leaving a couple of hundred dead and crippled. In addition, the T-90 had a feature: instead of a diesel engine, a more advanced turbogenerator was installed. Consequently, they could accelerate to eighty kilometers per hour. Having got out of the town, they rushed along a country road. The T-90 tank will not yield to an all-terrain vehicle in driving performance. Anomalies flickered around, but the machine had a special device, it worked on the principle of fixing the refraction of light and allowed them to bypass.
  - Not gonna get us! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria, as the least injured, was driving, she expected to escape from persecution. However, iridescent, or vice versa, anomalies raging like a storm, forced to turn. Behind them, an armored car followed them, but it was useless to hit them with all the machine guns. It was impressive, but Putin-Yuliana deployed the tank's cannon, firing into the hull.
  The car with the infantry was blown to pieces.
  - It reminds explosions of stars! - The red-haired girl noticed.
  The city was gradually lagging behind, but then Maria heard the noise of a helicopter. An MI-24 surfaced from behind the clouds, modernized with a more streamlined hull. Still not even seeing the tank properly, he began to shoot. Several unguided rockets exploded, knocking down trees.
  - We are being destroyed! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - They can fire a special computer-guided anti-tank missile.
  - Get behind the wheel, I'll hit him! - Said Biden-Maria.
  The red-haired girl doubted:
  - And if you manage, it often happened, such that a helicopter was shot down by a tank shell!
  The blonde confidently stated:
  - Well, you know me!
  Red agreed.
  - I know and trust!
  The girls switched places, and Putin-Yuliana gave the prince an additional injection to support the boy's heart. Biden-Maria turned the gun around, again tried to feel the barrel of the gun, and catch the weapon's pulse.
  - You are like family to me! she whispered.
  The shells were loaded automatically, so the girl, having caught the lead, fired! One hundred and twenty-five millimeter round hit right in the belly of a powerful machine. The flying tank exploded! It was like hitting a stone in a crystal ball filled with a combustible mixture. Shards shatter, and violent flames blaze! Looks good!
  - And we do not need stingers and arrows! Biden-Maria smiled. Here, faces of people and corpses flash before her eyes, many corpses. They seem to be whispering to her:
  - You killed us! Orphaned children! Now wives will never get husbands! - And groans, excitement!
  Biden-Maria cried:
  How many have I killed today? This is so mean and cruel! I'm afraid the Lord won't forgive me!
  Let's burn in Hell together! - Putin-Yuliana chuckled. - It's more fun together. However, we are now Muslims and we are waiting for janat, a good place for those who kill infidels!
  The blonde growled.
  - You're kidding me! Atheist!
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - Oh, what I am! Faith without evidence: that a falcon, without wings, can scratch, but will not let it soar!
  Biden-Maria aggressively stated:
  - The death and resurrection of Christ are the best evidence.
  Putin-Yuliana whistled:
  - And who saw it?
  The blonde cooed:
  - There is evidence!
  The red-haired girl quite logically remarked:
  - Thousands of people I assure you that they saw Santa Claus and Santa Claus. Many and Harry Potter spoke. Not to mention those who blow themselves up in the name of Allah. There are many witnesses, but no evidence!
  The blonde commented:
  - But there were Bible prophecies.
  The red-haired warrior said with conviction:
  - Maybe! But, firstly, they suspect that they were made retroactively, and secondly, there were many prophets, even the same Grigory Rasputin. I'm not talking about Wang and Nostradamus, among modern authorities Hiro, Wales, Belyaev, Conan Doyle can't list everything!
  And by no means biblical, far from all believing soothsayers, Belyaev is generally an atheist, like Conan Doyle!
  The blonde furrowed her brow as she collected her thoughts.
  The prince groaned, he had a fever. Putin-Yuliana injected him with another ampoule and said:
  - Well, that's it, I removed the bullet, treated the wounds, he will live. However, so as not to hear, let's speak Japanese.
  Biden-Maria agreed with this:
  - A good idea, but the Tatar language is better, so the prince does not know it for sure.
  The redhead remarked logically:
  - Well, I don't care, but it's better in the language of the Aleuts. Even the terrorists don't know him.
  The girls continued the conversation, on the way they really came across a new anomaly, it looked rather strange, the air gave off yellowness and skulls were visible in it. She moved to a rather complex trajectory, bending but not breaking the trunks, making a mouse-like squeak. A large squirrel with the muzzle of a bloodsucker flew beside her. When one of the clumsy rat-boars hesitated a little, he was hooked. The carcass instantly fried, it was charred, and the winged squirrel rushed at it, began to gnaw through the meat with a crust.
  Biden-Maria with a sigh, remarked:
  - Look, this is the operation of the law of evolution. A mixture of a bird and a vampire mammal.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed:
  - They say there are real vampires in the zone.
  The blonde confirmed:
  - Even if they get into an anomaly or into a place of release, people sometimes do not die immediately, and sometimes they even acquire interesting properties.
  The redhead giggled.
  - Maybe the Black Sultan is a vampire?
  - Not excluded! But that will only create problems for us. - Biden-Maria sighed - in the bar, for example, there was at least one zombie. Bullets hit him, pierced through, but there was no blood.
  Red suggested:
  - Maybe it was just a bad angle, or a bulletproof vest.
  The blonde terminator objected:
  - No, I can, like you, instantly grasp the image and fix the smallest details.
  Putin-Yuliana reluctantly confirmed:
  - I believed! But on the whole, life confirms Darwin's rightness and denies the Bible.
  Biden-Maria shook her head.
  - I wouldn't say that! For example, shifting any constant, gravitational force and relation to electromagnetic properties, by one hundredth would make life impossible.
  The red-haired warrior shook her head.
  - And what is it proved experimentally?
  The blonde shrugged.
  - No, but!
  The red vixen started up:
  - You see! Creocyanists operate with concepts that cannot be verified. One scientist wrote that if the universe were expanding one trillionth faster, then all matter would be dispersed, and stars could not form. But even the fact that the universe is expanding has not been proven, not to mention that neither its approximate speed or even its age is known. There has been disagreement on this issue for billions of years.
  Biden-Maria exclaimed:
  - There are no billions! The universe is much younger. The earth was created only about six thousand years ago.
  Putin-Yuliana objected:
  - And the light of the stars that has been going on for billions of years?!
  The blonde confidently answered:
  - The Almighty created, it has already come down! In general, read the novel "The Temptation of God" and you will understand how a young world can be similar to one that is billions of years old!
  The red-haired warrior nodded her head.
  - It's a good story. There is even a scientific justification for how universes and matter can be created! But the Bible does not prove this, especially since this book is full of contradictions.
  The blonde was worried.
  - What?
  Red suggested:
  - So you consider yourself Orthodox, and the worship of relics and icons is contrary to divine revelation.
  Biden-Maria answered with a sigh:
  - I know! But there is a legend!
  Putin-Yuliana showed her erudition:
  - Tradition cannot cancel the law of God, given forever and ever. Jesus said, until heaven and earth pass, not one tittle or jot will pass from the law. And if the worship of relics and icons is an abomination, then it will remain an abomination in the future.
  The blonde chirped:
  - The saints on the icons play the role of intermediaries.
  The red harpy barked:
  - We have one God, and one mediator between God and people - the man Jesus Christ.
  - And what are you sticking to the Protestants.
  - No, I'm just proving the absurdity of religion, even from the point of view of the Bible. In general, the clergy lack modesty. The patriarch is called the holy father, and the one who created the universe himself said: why do you call me good - only God in heaven is good. And don't call anyone father because there is only one Father in heaven. Moreover, such a term as the holy father belongs only to God. And here the most holy is used in superlatives. In general, most priests are hypocrites, earning their own money.
  The blonde chirped:
  - Not all!
  The red-haired female president grunted:
  - It's easier to build a snowman in hell than to find a selfless priest!
  - Religious discussion is the most fruitless - since both arguing have no idea about the subject they are arguing about. - Noticed, feeling tired Biden-Maria.
  Putin-Yuliana began to actively attack:
  - And what can I say is not right. In Soviet times, everyone who entered the seminary gave a subscription to cooperate with the KGB. It was a prerequisite for admission! You know it!
  The blonde agreed bitterly.
  - There was such a practice! Often had to make a choice between freedom and meanness! Although I am sure that most of the priests, even as agents, served God and did not give up their flock! But maybe stop talking about religion. Let's discuss our future plans.
  The red-haired girl remarked:
  - Good! Let's start with the next one! We have the defeat of the gang, the destruction of over two hundred people in a day. Now the powerful Vympel grouping is our enemy.
  The blonde nodded.
  - Yes, this is a minus!
  The redhead remarked confidently:
  - But the advantage is that we have been exposed, and now they will actively catch us. Chase and get in the nose.
  - And so what!?
  - The Black Sultan will know about us! In general, we have done a lot of stupid things, FSB agents do not behave like that.
  - Of course!
  The redhead made a consistent conclusion:
  - So, the smartest terrorist, the Black Sultan, can try to use tough guys like us for his own purposes.
  The blonde agreed.
  - Sounds logical!
  So, you should try to get in touch with him.
  We don't even know where he is.
  Putin-Yuliana suggested:
  - Most likely in the north. This tank is well protected from the effects of radiation, it was expected to be created to counter the neutron bomb. You know the principles of radiation of free neutrons and gamma rays.
  Biden-Maria quickly responded:
  - Elementary. A neutron bomb is more expensive than an atomic bomb, but much less effective in terms of combat impact.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed:
  - It's good that you understand that.
  Biden-Maria noted:
  "But first you need to get around the lake. In general, it is impossible to photograph the zone from space via satellites. Anomalies interfere. So the maps are not accurate enough.
  - Here the lake, perhaps, is not inferior to Baikal.
  - By area or water reserves?
  - To both! Although no, probably not much less. In general, the zone has grown, and quite noticeably. In any case, if we do not want at least someone else to kill, we need to move to the more deserted north.
  - In the meantime, look at those big mugs! Biden-Maria pointed out. "Maybe we"ll hide in them, perhaps they won"t notice the tank from the air.
  Putin-Yuliana frowned:
  - What is this for?
  Biden-Maria logically noted:
  - We have not slept for several days, and the day was very nervous. Like all the stressful last days. You need at least five hours of rest.
  The redhead nodded.
  - Agree! The torture of insomnia is the worst torture!
  The girls-presidents drove into the mugs, then they were not too lazy, crawled out of the tower. The leaves, like the sails of ancient brigantines, were green, flecked with orange, warm and soft to the touch.
  - Not poisonous? Biden-Maria asked.
  - Probably not! - Most likely, I'm poisonous. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  Suddenly, a caterpillar crawled out from behind a leaf, about the thickness of a log, hairy three meters long. She did not act aggressively, only moved her paws. Her muzzle looked like a pig. Suddenly, an image popped out of the nose. It was three-dimensional and colored. It took the form of first one, then another soldier in camouflage. Then there were three fighters. After that, a girl appeared, pretty and smiling, followed by another and a third. The first is red, the second is black, the third is blonde. They converged to face the soldiers and began to caress. Kisses hugging, after the girls began to take off their clothes.
  - Well, you give caterpillars! Biden-Maria shouted. - And debauchery reigns in the animal world!
  Putin-Yuliana objected:
  - And I like it, the guys are very nice, the girls are not bad either. But in general, it's amazing how this caterpillar is able to project other people's thoughts.
  The blonde shook her head.
  - Well, these are not my thoughts! Yes, and it's strange for you to think like that, do you like "gangbang"?
  The red-haired warrior objected:
  - I personally do not mind it, but at the moment I did not think about the eternal instinct.
  The blonde, her eyes sparkling, suggested:
  - Okay, I suggest the following, take this animal with you for research, maybe the laboratories will learn how to use it.
  . CHAPTER #6
  Putin-Yuliana resolutely objected:
  - Yes, for what! We are going to carry him. Let's do the job and catch it next time. Yes, not us, but, most likely, other scientists.
  Biden-Maria squeaked:
  - Biologists!
  The redhead resolutely replied:
  - Even so!
  The hologram faded, instead of couples in love, a tank began to spin on it, it even danced a little.
  Biden-Maria asked in surprise:
  - Wow, looks like ours! Do you think he is better than "Abrasma"?
  Putin-Yuliana answered in a decisive tone:
  - A controversial issue, depending on what! In general, Americans make the main bet on powerful armor. Fear of losing your car.
  The blonde reminded me:
  - Combat experience has shown "Abrasm" is not pierced for the T-72, and it has the same caliber with the T-90.
  The redhead said:
  - True, but the muzzle velocity of the T-90 is higher, so only combat practice can determine which tank is stronger.
  The blonde president laughed.
  - The Chinese copied the armor from the Ambros, and the gun from the T-90. In general, China is building up its military power, if it comes to war, then we, perhaps, will not be able to resist.
  The redhead president agreed:
  - That's why we need to buy time. Then such, and maybe even the best soldiers like we will make, and no one can resist.
  The caterpillar hologram changed to a helicopter, then to an armored personnel carrier. Another caterpillar crawled out. It was such a soft pink with golden flecks. Both tracks turned, holograms flashing. A boy and a girl appeared. The young man had a mechanical hand, and the girl is beautiful. Putin-Yuliana remembered where she saw them:
  - It's a Star Wars episode!
  Biden-Maria agreed:
  - The future black lord and his princess! - Understand! But how can caterpillars know them.
  The red-haired girl squeaked:
  - Precisely telepathy and mind reading. This is not given to everyone. Especially among not intelligent creatures.
  The blonde pointed her finger.
  - Look, the images are changing.
  The fiery warrior laughed.
  - It is wonderful!
  A man and a woman appeared before them. They were strangely familiar, although Biden-Maria was surprised to recognize them:
  - The Master and Margarita!
  Putin-Yuliana agreed:
  - Yes, it looks like it! Only artists could be picked up painted. Marguerite is not Mrs. Universe, and the master is not Alain Delon.
  The blonde remarked logically:
  - Not for a beautiful face, actors are appreciated.
  The redhead growled:
  - And us! Are we not worthy to play a movie?
  The blonde nodded.
  - We were born to play solitaire death!
  The fiery girl issued:
  - Winning even at the cost of fraud!
  The blonde winked.
  - How to get!
  The Master and Margarita began to dance. Margarita sat down on the brush and flew away.
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - Reminds me of Harry Potter.
  Biden-Maria countered:
  - I think it's better!
  The red-haired girl did not agree:
  - The first episodes are boring: the plot is sluggishly promoted! Although I had to look at something worse.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Or when you shoot with napalm.
  - There were such projects with the zone.
  - Idiot idea! This is how much napalm you need! And planes with expensive fuel! The girls in disguise laughed.
  The man, meanwhile, turned into a boar, grunted and disappeared outside the projection.
  - The beauty! It's their mating season, they decided to put on a performance? Biden-Maria was surprised.
  The redhead blurted out:
  - Love games!
  Two caterpillars approached, put their paws on each other. The holograms above their heads changed. A young Mikhail Boyarsky appeared, with a sword in his hands, a woman similar to the actress Terekhova only younger and sexier.
  They crossed swords and began to cut! A man against a woman, so skillfully, as if in a hall!
  - Wow, I would have stabbed Boyarsky myself. To kill a beautiful woman, what could be more vulgar. - Said Biden-Maria.
  Putin-Yuliana giggled:
  - Or maybe tortured in bed!
  With an accurate lunge, the cinematic Dartagnan knocked out Lady Winter's sword. Then they entered each other's arms!
  - My favorite star, we will be together forever! Let's be together forever!
  Milady replied:
  - There is no natural brunette like you in Paris, both young and groovy! And unmarried, single!
  They kissed passionately, plunging their lips into each other. Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana sang in unison:
  Let the union of hearts forge, stronger than steel,
  Shake off the influx of bloody dust from the blades!
  And eyes in tears, like stars sparkled,
  Be with me forever: they spoke passionately!
  The girls who once a day laughed and showed their teeth! Then they waved to the caterpillars, which, flashing their tails, disappeared into the mugs.
  The blonde warrior remarked:
  - Beautiful and funny animals! With their telepathic abilities, such cool special operations can be carried out. Become a spy storm!
  Or spies themselves. Strange, but I have not heard of these! - With surprise said Putin-Yuliana. Although I heard a lot about the zone, and the writers did not have enough imagination for this.
  Biden-Maria angrily noted:
  - Modern writers are not like Soviet times, they create not masterpieces, but porridge for "pipels"! Just remember, for example, Belyaev or Tolstoy, there were ideas and design.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - All right, darling skikenhand! Let's sleep.
  - No more than five hours.
  - And no less!
  Biden-Maria, as always, prayed to God in the name of Christ, and asked for forgiveness for the abundance of corpses on the way.
  - Believe me, Father, I did not want to, but the killer's instinct is stronger than reason. It is possible that these are such genes when our embryos were changed.
  Then she heard a deep voice say:
  - No need to refer to genetics. Didn't Cain and Abel have the same father and mother? However, one was righteous and the other was demon-possessed. Be strong girl, and remember, Samson and David killed by the thousands, but remained great heroes of the faith. Be devoted to your God-chosen Motherland!
  After these words, Biden-Maria crossed herself three times and fell asleep.
  Putin-Yuliana never prayed, she did not feel remorse and slept the sleep of the righteous!
  The female presidents used to sleep without dreams, but this time they didn't succeed. Especially the impressionable Biden-Maria.
  Her dreams have taken on the character of a virtual game. The girl dreamed that she was in the distant future. Great Russia has just won a space war against a whole coalition of aliens. Among them were such monsters that the imagination is powerless to imagine. Some did not even have a specific form, remaining a simple set of logarithms and symbols. Others consisted of antimatter and trans-plutonian elements. It's scary to remember, billions of starships and trillions of soldiers have been destroyed! She herself was wounded several times, even cut off her legs, but the warrior quickly recovered! Literally in a minute:
  - Now humanity, controlled from a single center, controls a million galaxies! - She said to herself.
  And next to her walked a guy: tall, powerful, with short blond hair. Strength and passion emanated from his body, and the smell was intoxicating. In the future, people didn't smell particularly strong even when they were sweating, or rather, their smell was pleasant anyway. They had just dined in a restaurant and were walking full and cheerful.
  What more do you want, honey!
  - For me, the greatest pleasure is to fight next to you. But I'm so tired of all these high technologies, the abundance of robots. I want something magical.
  - I didn"t feel bad either, the usual "fantasy" will become a detente.
  - So let's enter the hall of illusions.
  A young man and a girl approached a gigantic circus-shaped building. It resembled a domed work with aster petals.
  They entered this trance hall! They were scanned and, caught in the radiation, sent to the virtual machine. Forever young fighters ordered the game "Dance of the Witches".
  The battle, though not real, but turned out to be hot. The monsters kept pushing and pushing. With whom a couple in love just did not have to fight. And with monstrous three-headed dogs, and with land squids with sabers instead of tentacles, and in the end - with seven-headed dragons spewing flames. Dogs, including those mixed with rats, and the size of a three-story building.
  It took ingenuity to kill them. Including the use of magical artifacts resembling zone pebbles. You cast a spell, and it seemed that the invulnerable giant dog disappears. Even more interesting is the battle with dragons, here you cut off one head, two grow. The girl guessed to sprinkle the stump with a radioactive isotope. After that, the terrible animal crumbles by itself. Then her partner showed ingenuity, her partner began to use radioactive bubbles. A persistent meat grinder with innumerable enemies, a breakthrough through the forests, followed by an attack of living trees.
  Then - the predatory tentacles of swamps with bumps falling under their feet. The quagmire has its own monsters - green, blue, yellow, with red spots. They squeal and try to grab the legs to drag them to the bottom. You have to constantly bounce and move, otherwise you will be sucked into a deadly slurry. And the snakes are so straight and torn from under the bumps. You are not alone, except for your partner, an army is riding behind you, but his warriors are weaker than you, and you leave them far behind. Computer wizards are especially dangerous, but you only meet them when you break through to the castle. One mage unleashes spinning blades of darkness. They flew off the towers, and Biden-Maria, along with her boyfriend, barely managed to parry them with sword strikes. And yet she was touched, her tender cheek burned, and the amount of vital energy decreased. The guy also got it, breaking through his mighty leg. The battle continued. The wizard's lightning got Biden-Maria, she barely had time to dodge. Numerous cracks appeared under the feet. Strange lilac-colored smoke flooded the castle courtyard, it seemed that demons were escaping. They dig into the flesh and tear the lungs. Fortunately, in place of the killed monster was a diamond-shaped gas mask that floated out of the fog, based on the annihilation principle. Reliable protection. You can move on. You have to go through a real labyrinth where you are met by skeletons, zombies, ghouls, horned devils. The main sorcerer resembles a person, only extremely ugly. Eyeless and agile creatures entangled Biden-Maria, she barely managed to fight back. Wounded again, in the chest, and in the thigh. And her partner fell behind!
  - Horror! I'm losing everything! - Said the girl.
  The number of lives was drastically reduced. And again she was lucky: breaking through to the mossy closet, Biden-Maria poured a vial of medicine into herself. The strength returned, the pain disappeared, and it fell with fury on the creatures of darkness.
  It became difficult to fight with swords alone. The quick-witted Biden-Maria cast a spell using a captured bag of magic power. Eyeless and noseless spirits fell first with fiery rain, then with ice hail, after the fall of buds with flowers emitting strong odors.
  "That you seem to only like corpses. - She said.
  - No, damn you can't leave.
  Biden-Maria threw the candy wrapper, victoriously completing this stage of the battle. The labyrinth of the castle was littered with piles of rapidly rotting bodies.
  The girl was exhausted from the tension. It was difficult to defeat the mage alone. True, good birds acted as allies, but they were hopelessly behind. The magician showered Biden-Maria with red-hot arrows. One of them almost pierced the eye, sliding along the eyebrows, the other hooked on the tender ear. The next arrow landed in the region of the heart. Good armor survived. Here comes the magic jellyfish. She launched lightning, and another zombie crawled out of the ground turned into a flaming torch. Their opponent was also not a miss - zahhnul such a huge pulsar that the two towers collapsed, crumbling dusty ripples. Biden-Maria was knocked over by the blast wave, her partner was vaporized. The scout immediately jumped up and launched a pulsar in response. Apparently, hit - the wizard choked on a spark. So, his life is reduced.
  Biden-Maria noticed energy dots, and subtle lines. It is necessary to connect to them, this is a great magical power. The girl stood in solid defense, the shaft of lights is now harmless to her. Invulnerable, she can go to rapprochement with the enemy - drive him into a corner, and then cut him into pieces. The whole question is how a cyborg thinks. If Biden-Maria knew, she would be surprised - the cybernetic creation thought like a person and was already on the verge of panic. It seems that the new opponent is too agile and fast, he glows with power, like a torch in the night. So, not paying attention to weak allies, you need to deliver a decisive blow to the enemy. How to do it? After all, the enemy is covered by a solid defense, and, as far as he can see, the enemy draws strength from magic lines. He decided to take a desperate step - to notice his signature weapon "Annihilation Cascade". No defense would hold up if he poured all the power into the spear and fusion pumping to boot. And the infernal wizard gathered strength. Devilish energy poured into his fingertips, then darkness swirled between his palms, it turned into a kind of rocket. Finally, the last word of the spell. The warlock extended his arms, and a spear weaved from darkness and fusion energy darted from the top of the tower.
  Under the blow of incredible force, the magical protection burst like glass under a machine gun. Biden-Maria screamed in unbearable pain - when the spell breaks, it is always painful for the caster. But in the next moment, the scout realized that this was just the forerunner of real pain. As the homing missile pierced her, the scream that escaped his throat was not human. This is how a mortally wounded animal or a prisoner under barbaric torture screams. Even the cybernetic lizards were frightened and flew into the air with a frightened screech.
  Biden-Maria collapsed unconscious on a pile of still flickering, but already disappearing monsters. The life energy was exhausted, and the computer announced in an impassive voice: "Player number one has been killed. You can start the game again."
  The girl woke up, she was shaking and in a cold sweat.
  - It is necessary to see this in a dream!
  Putin-Yuliana was still sleeping, and Biden-Maria felt even more tired than before she went to bed. So she turned and fell asleep, this time without dreams.
  The girl woke up when Putin-Yuliana shook her by the shoulder.
  - Wake up, sleepyhead. And then you will oversleep the kingdom of heaven.
  - Maybe! The blonde girl stood up reluctantly. - Now what are we going to do?
  Redhead suggested:
  - As planned, we will go north. Gasoline full tank.
  The fair-haired warrior agreed:
  - So much the better, enough for five hundred kilometers.
  - Less now!
  The girls sat down and drove off, the tank drove out of the mugs and gradually accelerated. I had to go around the lake, choosing a route on the map. The centurion girls looked around, a little worried. The prince was asleep, but he no longer muttered in his sleep. The wounds of Putin-Yuliana healed before our eyes, accelerated regeneration is characteristic of their type. Looking at how the holes from fragments and bullets disappear, the blonde girl noticed.
  - Still, we have a big advantage over ordinary people. How long has a simple person healed such wounds.
  The redhead readily agreed with this:
  - A few weeks, and you have amazing power. Just like me, see my scar, it has already healed, and after a couple of hours there will be no trace left.
  Biden-Maria saw fit to recall:
  - Our strength lies in the best crystalline protein lattice and overactive stem cells. We regenerate very quickly, just like in a fairy tale. True, for some reason only women are capable of this, men did not succeed. However, in children, recovery can still be accelerated. So the prince will rise to his feet, much faster than an adult.
  The red-haired warrior remarked sternly:
  "Spending precious serum on such a filthy boy is like giving a pig a heart transplant."
  The kind-hearted blonde remarked:
  - Well, why so rudely, he is a man, and even half a European.
  Putin-Yuliana squeaked:
  - Yes, even the blood of the Caliph flowed in him. Well, maybe we can take a short cut, go ashore and go underwater.
  Biden-Maria noted with dismay:
  - The tank will not withstand great depth, and the lake is not the shallowest.
  The redhead sighed.
  - It can be seen that you will have to dodge like hares.
  The rat rabbits were right there! They jumped up to the tank, tried to bite, leaving thin teeth. But, making sure that the titanium armor was too tough for them, they jumped aside. A mutant bison ran once. His hair was like moss horns four and three eyes. He did not behave aggressively, ran behind the tank for a while and fell behind.
  - Our Belarusian brother! Biden-Maria noted. A very beautiful animal, only green.
  - Yes, he has flippers instead of hooves, he hides in the swamps. - Said Putin-Yuliana. - And so the beast is like a beast.
  The blonde warrior remarked:
  - Amphibious artiodactyl. Brr! But a frog cannot interbreed with a bison, can it?
  The redhead reluctantly agreed.
  - Theoretically, no, but this is not a simple rite of passage, but the transfer of mutated genes.
  The bison jumped rather high, breaking the branches. Several lightning bolts intertwined in the sky. So everything twisted, then shook the air and the soil. A drop-shaped anomaly with a lilac tint floated by, the trees became like rubber, began to shrink and unclench.
  Biden-Maria said with concern:
  - The parameters and structure of matter are clearly changing here. The physical nature itself becomes different. It is necessary to study such mechanisms, to try to use them.
  - First of all in the military sphere. It was especially interesting to find an atomic and hydrogen bomb neutralizer. The one who invented the atomic bomb needs to be resurrected, and then tortured for a billion years with the help of nanotechnology. I can even develop a special torture mechanism. For example, tiny machines that act on nerve endings, exposing each organ to pain. Here you can repeatedly increase suffering, in particular by imposing hypercurrent on impulses going to the brain, both the brain and the spinal cord. Every cell will suffer! - Militantly said Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde replied:
  Why are you so cruel. Moreover, the discovery of nuclear energy has advanced mankind to power. In the future, even more powerful destructive systems will undoubtedly be created, infinitely stronger than the current ones. In particular, the novel "The Temptation of God" describes a method of extracting energy when one atom reproduces several galaxies.
  The redhead sighed.
  - I read an amazing book! There are even doubts whether there will be a place for achievement in the new world.
  - There will always be! In the race between scientific and technological progress and morality, the latter is doomed to the role of an outsider! Although humanity risks falling into the abyss between science and morality! Biden-Maria noted.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - Or take off!
  The blonde chirped:
  - From the explosion! Boom!
  Putin-Yuliana decided to turn the conversation to another topic:
  - Can elephants live here?
  The blonde shrugged.
  - Incredible! Not their habitat! The elephant loves warmth. Do you remember how Hannibal lost all his elephants while crossing the Alps.
  Bitterness was heard in the voice of the fiery scout:
  - Interesting! But the ancient Russians never fought with elephants. Although wait, it seems during Svyatoslav's campaign against Byzantium, there was such an episode.
  Biden-Maria proudly said:
  - And put the elephants to flight, forcing them to trample their own troops. It was impressive how such carcasses scatter.
  - Okay, we talked about something, and now look what a cockerel is in front of us! The red-haired girl pointed ahead. In bone armor stood a royal bird, huge as a cow, with six wings. And there are three heads with purple crests!
  - A rare bird! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana. - Once or twice her appearance was described, but not a single reliable evidence. In general, they took the armored three-headed rooster for the delirium of a madman.
  - Aren't we delirious? Perhaps we were hooked by an anomaly? - Biden-Maria said with doubt. - And anyway, how to explain it?
  Putin-Yuliana puffed up:
  - What surprises you?
  The blonde commented:
  - Rats and crossbreeding of genes is quite scientific! Of all the genomes, the rat genome is the most persistent, and it is not entirely for nothing that they are so attracted to radioactive garbage dumps. But three heads are absolutely not functional.
  The redhead partly agreed with this:
  - Maybe! But the fairy tale about the three-headed snake Gorynych did not appear out of nowhere. It is possible that in ancient times we were visited by other civilizations. They gave specific radioactive radiation, which led to the appearance of mutants.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Or even easier, they conducted directed experiments on animals, both from their own world and ours!
  - Also very likely!
  - And what do you think, it was his "Martians" who did this?
  - No, it's just not idle radiation. In addition to the well-known science of Alpha, Beta, Gamma, free neurons, there are radiations that rush at superluminal speed and radically change DNA. There can be such varieties, you can"t list them all.
  - Agree! The blonde girl sighed. It is not easy to conduct a scientific discussion in the Aleut language.
  - So the armored rooster is quite functional.
  The three-headed bird raised its head and blazed with blue flames.
  - It's burning hydrogen! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana. - In his stomach there is a splitting of water. In general, when I rode a hydrogen car, it was much better than a gasoline one. In five seconds, it took off and reached 150 kilometers per hour.
  The blonde warrior remarked in annoyance:
  - Why don't people like that travel around Moscow?
  Red suggested:
  - Enough gasoline!
  Biden-Maria sincerely remarked:
  - Sometimes you regret that Russia has too much oil and gas. If our country were poorer in natural resources, progress would develop faster. There was more incentive to save or look for alternative energy sources.
  Putin-Yuliana this time agreed with her partner:
  - Maybe! If there was a president, then all the petrodollars would be invested in science, and buying up scientists from all over the world. The future will be with the country that goes into space.
  - Who saves on science - robs his descendants, and robs descendants will forever remain a beggar! - Said Biden-Maria.
  - Agree! By robbing a descendant, you can make capital, but you can"t get rich! - Witty Putin-Yuliana agreed.
  The three-headed rooster flapped its wings and escorted the tank a little. The bog became too impassable, and we had to turn around using Suvorov's bypass tactics. The girls coped quite well with the management. By the time they were driving, it was getting light. It seemed that the ride became easier, the swamp ended, and they went up the hills. A tank is not a car, a reliable car, it will pass through any neck.
  Here ahead the lake shone again, its waves seemed gloomy and cold. Three suns gave an eerie light, and glare in the waves.
  - Look at the boat! - Putin-Yuliana pointed out.
  Indeed, the water surface was cut by a mechanical boat, its sharp beak went to the right, and it turned around.
  - They might see us! - Said Biden-Maria. - This is not a particularly favorable alignment.
  - Let him try to poke his nose, we will fly him and the sun! - Threatened Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde suggested
  - Also an interesting idea! But do you believe in the law of karma?
  The redhead remarked aggressively:
  - That the alleged murders weigh her down? Yes and no! The biofield may exist, but the biggest killers are not soldiers, but politicians. They commit numerous crimes under the name of the law.
  The blonde warrior chuckled.
  - Certainly! Politics is a dirty business done in clean suits!
  The prince stirred and opened his eyes.
  - What are you talking about!
  Putin-Yuliana stated emphatically:
  - About different things, including politics. But do not strain and do not delve into. The brain must be relaxed.
  The boy tried to protest:
  - Why don't thought processes speed up recovery?
  The redhead remarked rationally:
  - Depends on what! For some people, talk about politics makes them sleepy; for others, it only causes a headache.
  And the girl-president stamped her boot.
  The prince partly agreed:
  - Perhaps, especially when it comes to Israel. However, this country is doomed: we just need to stop fighting each other.
  - Wars between Arabs are training. A kind of sparring, before a serious offensive. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana. - However, when it comes to a big war, the banner of the prophet will unite everyone, and the faithful all over the world, two billion bayonets! Where can Israel stand?
  The boy roared:
  - No way! The future belongs to Islam! The main thing is only to defeat Russia, which makes the black sultan!
  The redhead squeaked in annoyance:
  - How can we find him?
  - There is one small clue! The prince spoke softly.
  Putin-Yuliana frowned:
  - You know?
  The boy showed that he is not so simple:
  - Certainly! Ali Benzin's music needs to be aired. Then the Mujahideen will understand that they are their own, or at least connected with the Islamic center of resistance.
  The redhead was surprised:
  - So simple?
  The boy nodded in agreement.
  - Yes, even very simple! But this is a big secret and only for those faithful who help the Black Sultan.
  Biden-Maria remarked:
  - And help, it seems, not everyone!
  The prince exclaimed in annoyance:
  - If it were all, then the world would have been different a long time ago!
  The redhead asked:
  - What's the tune?
  The prince showed his expensive watch.
  She's signed up for them! You can broadcast. If the damned bandits had not taken them from me, then I would have warned my people, and at the same time the black sultan.
  - Fine! - Putin-Yuliana tried to hide her joy. - Thus, we will be able to achieve the goal.
  The prince nodded, then turned pale.
  - Let's run faster! The boy lost consciousness for a few seconds. Biden-Maria massaged his neck, and he came to his senses again. - Now I'll dial the melody.
  There were twenty-four melodies in the watch, and only one of them belonged to Ali Benzin. The music is unusual, vaguely reminiscent of a drive. The girl launched it on the air and waited.
  The prince fell asleep again, the young body recovered so quickly.
  Half an hour passed, the girls repeated the melody twice more live, trying to make it sound in the central direction. Finally, a squeak followed, and an indefinite tone voice, in Arabic, announced:
  - If you want to find out interesting information, stop the tank, near the power line, trust us.
  Putin-Yuliana confirmed:
  - Great, we're ready.
  After the swamps, there really was a high-voltage line here. The wreckage of the helicopter, overgrown with mud, was difficult to see. Having approached the collapsed power line, the tank stopped. Putin-Yuliana got up and leaned out of the tower.
  - Well, what are we waiting for?
  Biden-Maria warned her:
  - Maybe it's an ambush, and Vympel will cover us with a rocket.
  The red-haired girl grinned:
  - Do you seriously think they're catching us?
  The blonde sighed.
  - After that thrashing that we arranged there for our heads, it is just right to announce the award. One M-24, what is it worth.
  - That's right, they will now follow our trail until we destroy them. - Putin-Yuliana pulled herself up and shook her head. Suddenly, a shadow flashed before them, a figure in the likeness of a camouflage suit appeared next to the tank. Putin-Yuliana, however, was ready to swear that she had not seen anything like this just a second ago.
  - Wow! Such a sharp appearance, I could have shot! - She said - a red-haired vixen.
  - The fact that you are well in control of yourself is a plus! - The girl answered in Arabic. And suddenly she asked. - You know Russian.
  - Of course, we fought with them! Biden-Maria answered.
  A loud voice replied:
  - As we see our movement "Future" was not mistaken in you!
  The speaker moved closer, camouflage, open face with long black hair. Typical girl, Caucasian beauty. Slightly tilted long eyelashes. Sweet voice:
  - We made inquiries about you! Such tough guys, they crushed the gang and staged a farewell salute to the whole movement competing with us!
  Putin-Yuliana pouted and thumped her chest with her fist:
  - Yes, and we did it!
  - Well, who gave you our password.
  - Prince Khattab ibn Suleiman. - Answered, slightly hesitating Putin-Yuliana. - Maybe you have heard about him, the father of the emir is famous.
  - A young fighter for the faith! Grow up to be a great warrior! Is he with you?
  Biden-Maria replied:
  - Yes, but so badly wounded that he is now sleeping!
  - But the main thing is that he is alive! - The girl made a sign, and a slender figure appeared, resembling a ninja in a mask, only the form is not black, but spotted. She bowed, her voice hoarse:
  - Greetings fighters for the faith!
  - This is Denis Polevoy! Former Russian special forces soldier. - Said the girl. Russian by nationality.
  - Can he be trusted? - With doubt said Putin-Yuliana.
  The resonant voice exuded confidence:
  - Of course, as a dead man, but he, by the way, is a dead man.
  The red-haired girl was surprised:
  - Like a dead man!?
  The Arab girl cheerfully replied:
  - So! Zombie killed and resurrected. Formerly an enemy, and now a submissive slave of the black sultan. But very strong, obedient to our commands.
  Biden Maria sighed.
  - It's a fun way to tame the enemy! Like a tiger, a ferocious beast tamed by the power of the human mind.
  - Right! Here artifacts of the zone help us.
  The blonde with timid hope asked:
  - So we can see the Black Sultan?
  The woman shook her head.
  - Not! We can't trust you completely yet! Basically, we don't know you. Although the warriors are indeed magnificent.
  Putin-Yuliana croaked in annoyance:
  It's a pity they don't trust us!
  - We can take the prince with us! Wounded, he is a burden to you, and we will quickly cure him.
  The redhead was surprised:
  - How!?
  The Arab girl giggled.
  - You forgot where you are.
  Putin-Yuliana nodded her head:
  - Yes, we really got too carried away. But after all, you will have to cross a long distance on foot, full of monsters and anomalies. Not to mention radiation, even the earth is dangerous here.
  The girl with black hair said:
  - Don't think for us! We will take care of ourselves! Although it is clear that you are very smart, although you are trying to hide it behind shaggy beards. We have respect for you, and we want to give you a new task.
  - What is it interesting? - Asked together bearded, or rather made-up girls-presidents.
  The brunette girl quietly replied:
  - I'll tell you about it later, but for now you wait for me. After all, what we are planning is not just chewing a nut.
  Putin-Yuliana said:
  "Any special task will suit us, except for a very easy one.
  Don't worry about the latter. In the meantime, hand over the prince to us.
  The girls carefully took out the boy, they carried him like a vessel with precious oil. On the way, the prince opened his eyes and said:
  - It seemed to me that angels carry mortal flesh to heaven!
  The woman in camouflage nodded.
  - Everything happens in its own way! We will deliver you to our base, then you will take part in the battles.
  - And in what battles? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  The girl was indignant:
  - How in what, or do you think, the Russian special forces will not try to get us and destroy us?
  The redhead muttered:
  "Perhaps he will try!"
  - So here we are, how to meet him?
  - What is your name brave? Biden-Maria asked.
  The girl cheerfully replied:
  - Call simply "Candle". I don't claim much!
  The blonde terminator said:
  - Well, Candle, but we will be the last pigs if we don"t trick you.
  - Maybe! But I can handle the Russian zombie just fine on my own. - The candle turned and, picking up the prince, suddenly disappeared along with his partner and the prince. - See you!
  Sheets swayed, another anomaly passed in the distance. The air seemed to thicken a little and roll in a wave. Two shabby rat-cats grappled from the side. These creatures were afraid of automatic bursts and attacked only unarmed farters. The animals themselves are large, about the size of dogs, and thin. As is typical of the feline family, they rarely strayed into packs, therefore they are not as dangerous as other inhabitants of the zone.
  Biden-Maria was surprised:
  - Weird! They learned something that is known only in science fiction - teleportation. I heard that our scientists have not yet come to an unambiguous conclusion whether this is possible in principle.
  Putin-Yuliana confirmed:
  - I believe that everything that is written in science fiction can be translated into reality.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Even the creation of universes by mankind as in the book "The Temptation of God" where small children do it!
  The redhead muttered:
  - Even this!
  Biden-Maria shook her head.
  - Matter can only be created by the Almighty God. As it is said in the Bible, I am the God who created heaven and earth, and there is no other besides me.
  - And in antiquity! Even under Tsar Peter, when inventors learned to fly, how many of them were executed by particularly reactionary priests. They said that man was created by a creeping reptile, which means that he does not need wings. Life has refuted this, man soared up! Now he dreams of conquering the stars. Or a computer, two hundred years ago, such robots as now were not even dreamed of. The word robot itself appeared at least a hundred years ago. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  - The Czech writer turned out to be a brilliant visionary! Biden-Maria noted. - In general, the Bible can really be interpreted in different ways. In the book of Daniel's prophecies, a small horn grew to the heavens and cast down some of the stars from the sky. Perhaps we are talking about the fact that the Antichrist will be able to create a huge space empire. I don't rule it out. Do not think that Bible prophecy is limited to only one Earth. Satan deceived the entire universe with his breath.
  The redhead remarked logically:
  - Well, why if for science and progress, then immediately Satan. And in general, why associate all evil with the devil. The Bible teaches that this is the most perfect angel of the Lord. So why create evil if it was originally created good?
  Blondina gave a standard answer:
  - The mystery of iniquity!
  - It's all a mystery! In the Bible, even such an important doctrine as the Trinity is not completely clear, and there is no word Trinity, but you believe in it. The higher mind would begin to give its revelation in such a form that it is full of ambiguities and various interpretations. There are three thousand sects and various concessions in the world that formally recognize the authority of the Bible.
  - Truth is always many-sided, but error is uniform! Beauty is a dialectical concept - only ugliness is universal! - Said Biden-Maria. - Apparently so God was pleased to reveal himself to everyone, but in different ways. In particular, we Russians must believe according to Orthodoxy, even if it seems to us that this somehow contradicts the Bible.
  Putin-Yuliana objected with fervor:
  - Nothing we must! The religion of our ancestors is not Orthodoxy. We had our own gods, starting from the almighty Family who created other gods. Immediately there was such a political situation in order to strengthen his power, Vladimir Solnyshko and introduced a new religion. Moreover, the prince himself initially leaned towards Islam, but his strict attitude towards wine turned him away. Vladimir was not a true believer, as evidenced by numerous testimonies, he even had a harem. He killed his brothers, was not at all a saint according to Christian canons, like the Roman Emperor Constantine. So the whole history of Christianity is blood and deceit.
  The blonde tried to explain:
  "That is because the mystery of iniquity was already at work. As the apostle Paul said: the ungodly will sit in the church and begin to say that he is God. Satan assumes the form of an angel of light, and seeks to seduce even the elect.
  The redhead growled angrily.
  - So you admit that there are a lot of rogues among Orthodox priests?
  Why deny the obvious?
  - Then...
  The girl's words were interrupted by a roar. A huge worm jumped right out of the ground. He rushed to the tank. The scouts mechanically hit him in the eyes, firing one and another Kalashnikov from a grenade launcher. True, even a grenade launcher could not completely penetrate the muzzle of the beast armored in tiles. The eyes, as if in an armored case, are beating off AKM bullets. He resembled a mixture of a worm and a toothy tank. The girls barely managed to jump aside. Biden-Maria shouted:
  Let him open his mouth first. Then it becomes weaker. - The blonde girl grabbed the "Drill" - 5 anti-tank grenade. It was designed to deal with the "Abmrams", a heavier than ordinary, small rocket launcher that increases the flight range. Oddly enough, but the supply of grenades "Drill" was in the tank. When an underground worm with a streamlined muzzle and a meter long bone capable of gnawing through any layers attacked them again. The mouth opened, and colored tongues appeared from it, they were ready to stick around the girl, she cut with a long dagger and threw a grenade into her mouth. The inner sky was more vulnerable. It rushed with force, knocking out the brains of the beast. The worm let out a terrible roar, turning the tank on its side, then coughed terribly loudly, throwing out yellow and brown blood. Their mouths blazed with fire resembling a torch, it seemed that it was a gas pipeline burning.
  - How much valuable good is lost! - Putin-Yuliana joked, groaning in pain. The tank crushed her leg. Leaving her boot, the girl jerked it out. - It seems to me that the bottom of the zone is full of oil and gas.
  - Quite possible! Something a lot of combustible material in this worm.
  The blonde terminator grunted:
  - And they say that such animals are fiction! In general, in my opinion, similar creatures were found in horror films, but not about the zone.
  The red-haired vixen agreed:
  - And it's strange! In general, this marvelous beast attracts too much attention to itself. You look, military helicopters will appear here, and maybe fighters.
  - We'll take them down!
  - Quite possible! But it will be very painful, but the tank is now on its side.
  Squeal in response:
  - The leg is broken!
  - Not! You yourself know that our bones have the elasticity of hyperplasticity, but the meat is slightly damaged.
  - I noticed it! If there were bones, then the meat would grow. Put on your boots, otherwise the "Candle" will appear again and set fire to us with one of its artifacts.
  Putin-Yuliana nevertheless rinsed her leg, and pulled out her boot with difficulty. She looked quite cheerful. The exploded giant worm continued to pour out fire, although the flames dimmed, the creature was exhausted. Its length was a good two hundred and fifty meters, and there were two tails.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - It seems that the giant is ready!
  - I lit a candle over him! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - Is it you?
  - So we are partners and divide everything in half!
  - Then I agree: this is a collective work.
  - And now we will try to put this mechanical monster in order.
  The girls tried to turn the tank over from the side. But the T-90 is forty-six and a half tons. Try to handle that weight.
  - We need a lever! Maria Biden said.
  - I see and dig a little, it didn"t hurt! The redhead snarled. The centurion girls set to work, they actively raked the dirt, then cut down the pine. The most amazing thing was that the daggers easily cut through the wood, which was by no means rotten.
  The blonde suggested:
  - Let's poke around! If a platoon of soldiers coped with this, then two such Amazons as we will do in two minutes.
  The redhead replied:
  - I doubt! The tank sucked a little!
  In two, not in two, but within five. After serious efforts, Biden-Maria even bruised her finger, and Putin-Yuliana almost dislocated a ligament. The tank stood on four tracks, its design was increased propulsion.
  The blonde president was pleased:
  - Now everything is in openwork!
  - Or on a lampshade! - Putin-Yuliana showed her tongue like a child. - In general, we are lucky for monsters, anomalies and mutants.
  Biden-Maria exclaimed:
  - The main thing is that we defeat them!
  The red harpy remarked:
  - If we were ordinary people, then only bones remained.
  Biden-Maria jokingly sang:
  - Bones-stars fell in a row - the tram was run over by a detachment of Octobrists!
  - And this joke about a great tragedy, when small children died, is worthy of a Christian! - Said with contempt Putin-Yuliana.
  - So this is a joke!
  - You don't joke about such things!
  Biden-Mary felt ashamed! In general, she felt how sin penetrates into every cell of her body.
  - In general, I deserve a penance.
  - Our penance is to kill the enemies of Russia. In general, the service of blood is the most important service. Remember our duty!
  The words were interrupted by the appearance of "Candle" next to her there were already four guys in masks and camouflage.
  . CHAPTER #7
  - You, I see, did not get bored without me! - Said a pretty woman with narrow eyes. Her face looked like a Thai fashion model. The camouflage hid it, it is not difficult to assume that her figure is up to par.
  Putin-Yuliana enthusiastically said:
  - And why be bored in a hot spot! Maybe even the hottest in the world, a kind of political Vesuvius.
  - Not! - Biden-Maria logically objected. - Comparison with Vesuvius is weak - it's Krakatoa!
  - Perfectly! You even have developed imaginative thinking. - Said "Candle". - The Black Sultan is very pleased with you. As much as you can be a contented person whose life is an eternal struggle. Now you need to submit the task.
  Girls in camouflage perked up:
  - Yes! It is very interesting!
  Candle looked back.
  - We'll take the tank from you first. You won't need it anymore. Then you do the following...
  Putin-Yuliana interrupted:
  - I that we, together with the cargo, will go on foot.
  The girl said aggressively:
  - Well, you don't need a part of the load, pebbles, especially common ones. Well, the tails of mutants even more so. We have channels, and we will sell them without you.
  The blonde readily agreed.
  - This is good! Carry only.
  - Just leave the stone of love! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - We'll need him.
  Candle gently retorted:
  - They can only seduce the opposite sex, and only in the zone. In it, its properties are lost in a week.
  Biden-Maria was quick to say:
  - We agree! So it may even be better to be less tempted to be corrupted.
  Candle nodded.
  - All means are good for victory. As for the transports you need, look here!
  The girl pointed to two miniature motorcycles with four wide wheels.
  - Specially created for the conditions of the zone, German production. You can still put a machine gun on them, a kind of mobile and maneuverable carts from the time of the civil war.
  - Fine! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - Replacing the tank.
  The terrorist emissary stated emphatically:
  - We will take the tank for ourselves, it will still come in handy, especially since this is one of the latest Russian models.
  - Modern weapons, unlike wine, love youth! Biden-Maria noted.
  - Everyone loves youth and girls too! - Laughed "Candle". - Now you have transport. In general, our leader loves the latest technology, especially in the field of computers, and if combined with artifacts, you can conquer the whole world.
  The red-haired warrior bravely declared:
  - We will create a perfect caliphate, for the benefit of all mankind.
  - Right! Here Orthodox Russians are dying out, and Orthodox Muslims have ten children, without any maternity capital! This is the main criterion for the correctness of faith - proof, on whose side is the power! - Said "Candle".
  - Aren't you too independent for a woman? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  She modestly replied:
  - I'm just a slave of the black sultan. In addition, a woman is much better at mediating than a man. It is easier for her to find out the secret or keep it, and most importantly, no one will suspect that I am connected with the great Mujahideen.
  A rat-crow flew over them, Putin-Yuliana shot her with a pistol shot.
  And she growled angrily:
  - More friends will bring! Spare the enemy, what to sit on a dagger - steel does not know the feeling of empathy!
  The brunette said clearly:
  - Excellent words! Now for the assignment! We have learned that the pro-Western criminal group Stability is to receive a new batch of Stingers from the United States. The question is why is this necessary?
  Red suggested:
  - Maybe to reflect the planned raids by Russian helicopters?
  - Unlikely! Even if the special forces decide on a large-scale operation, Stability will come to an agreement with them. In general, this grouping has many patrons both in the West and in Russia.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed:
  - We guess about it! The zone is too attractive for those who have an interest here and it is much more rational to cooperate with groups than to fight.
  "Candle" continued to speak:
  - Probably so! At one time, the CIA framed Asama bin Laden, making it their enemy. America was very costly. So, after a reward of two hundred and fifty million Euros was announced for the head of the Black Sultan, they became our open enemies. So it doesn't hurt to teach the grouping a lesson. As for the Stingers, they say that this is a special model from the latest developments.
  - Weird! Americans never sell their latest developments to the left. They are left for themselves. It is only the Russians who can do this, and then under Yeltsin, now security is valued more than banknotes. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - Looks like it! It's not about selling! Our black sultan put forward his version - he's a genius!
  - The genius of terrorism! Biden-Maria agreed.
  The brunette angrily stamped her boot on the grass and continued:
  - In short, he believes that the militants of the Stability group have found an artifact capable of multiplying the power and combat effectiveness of the Stingers. So your task is simple, to capture both an artifact that increases the effectiveness of this type of weapon and the Stingers themselves. Most likely, there will be several dozen of them under serious protection. All clear!
  Putin-Yuliana shook her head:
  - The plan, of course, is not bad! But the Yankees, as a rule, like to play it safe, especially when it comes to such an area as the Chernobyl zone.
  The brunette warrior grunted:
  - Certainly! Although in Iraq and Afghanistan they are specifically threshed! Especially the suicide bombers!
  Biden-Maria squeaked wittily:
  - As the Russians say, their feat is immortal!
  Candle nodded.
  - Russians are the most dangerous! In addition, we did not want the US and Russia to unite in a war with us. Therefore, it is necessary to organize the attack in such a way that the trace leads to Russia.
  The red-haired beast whistled:
  - Wow! Well, that's illogical! When the main goal of the Russian special services is to avenge the government to carry out a leftist operation. As for the Black Sultan, in any case, he will be suspected in the first place.
  The terrorist continued her explanation:
  - Certainly! But the United States has become the number one enemy of the Islamic world, which means that by hitting America, we will get new sponsors, among the emirs and sheikhs. In general, the Negro disappointed us, we thought that with the advent of Barak, US policy would change, and they would stop supporting Israel.
  Biden-Maria agreed with this:
  - Obama is a puppet of the oligarchs, he is not independent at all. And what do the capitalists want, oil for the magnates and wars for the military-industrial complex.
  Candle confirmed:
  - Correctly! But they also want to weaken Russia! - Therefore, if one corpse of a Russian special forces soldier accidentally remains, the United States will not believe it, but will take advantage of it.
  And if you consider how tense everyone's nerves are, then relations will deteriorate, hawks on both sides will fluff their wings. In addition, after the elimination of the current president, his successor will be much tougher, but this will ruin him! The Black Sultan counts many moves ahead. He just wants to split the Christian world, and then break it apart!
  - Amazing! - Said Putin-Yuliana. Now what is left for us! And who will become a dummy donkey?
  The brunette warrior nodded.
  - You know Denis Polevoy! It's a zombie, already dead. When he dies, documents in the name of the commando will remain in his pocket.
  The sophisticated redhead doubted:
  - Isn't it too primitive?
  Svechka has shown that he can think rationally:
  - But it will be more difficult for the Russians to get out! In addition, failures are possible in any operation. And it is always easier to believe in stupidity than in cunning.
  Putin-Yuliana was forced to agree:
  - What is likely to work and such a trick.
  - In the meantime, get further instructions from us.
  The woman handed them a leaf.
  - It's empty! - Putin-Yuliana was surprised.
  The candle smiled with an unkind look:
  - Only at first glance, if you write a question on it, then the answer will follow. Thus, communication can be maintained. Do you understand?
  The redhead nodded.
  - Is it quite like an email?
  - Even so! The most perfect type of communication, not a single radio scanner will listen.
  - What if it's a drawing?
  - He will disappear, but we will see him!
  - Blimey! It's like a fairytale!
  - And here is a fairy tale! Well, in general, you are as prepared.
  The camouflaged girls exclaimed in chorus:
  - Right now!
  - Do not forget to scout, we need to intercept the entire party.
  - Don't you feel sorry for zombies? The only Russian that works disinterestedly for you. - Jokingly, asked Putin-Yuliana.
  And she stamped her boot on the grass, so that a twig crunched.
  Candle laughed.
  - No, soon we'll get more than one hundred of them! Believe me, the Black Sultan is not mistaken.
  Putin - Yuliana reluctantly agreed:
  - All right, take our swag.
  The girl was left with everything superfluous, retaining only a miracle weapon and supplies for it. How to say can, you have to use it. After all, the latest machine to everything and silent, as far as small arms can be.
  So the girls gradually equipped themselves, sitting on motorcycles.
  - They are foldable and easy to hide. Candle warned. - In general, the best weapon is ingenuity, does not require costs, but is expensive!
  - You have the wisdom of Eastern sages! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana. - Then good luck!
  - Which will be richly stained with the blood of infidels. - Candle said with unexpected anger.
  - Infidels, but not innocent! - Added Biden-Maria.
  Then the brunette girl reminded:
  - Do not forget to write to me about your successes, your mission. And finally, valuable advice, change your appearance. Your beards are too conspicuous. And you don't have to wear them.
  The red-haired girl pretended to be a hose:
  - Yah?
  Candle answered logically:
  - Did Dzhokhar Dudayev or Saddam Hussein wear beards. In general, you lit up, and I think you will find a way to become unrecognizable.
  The girls answered in chorus:
  - Certainly! We'll be stealthy like lizards in the desert.
  The candle climbed into the tank, followed by the rest of the warriors. Something unbelievable began to happen. A large machine began to blur in the air, and then completely disappeared.
  - The second act of the play is over! - Said Putin-Yuliana with a sigh. Or even a third!
  - I have a feeling that we either do not play out or overplay. Now we at least know one of the black sultan's girlfriends by sight. - Biden-Maria turned on the engine, it worked almost inaudibly.
  The red-haired girl was surprised:
  - Wow, a turbogenerator was reproduced in such a small volume.
  The blonde agreed.
  - It's not bad! What are we going to do now?
  Biden-Maria suggested:
  - It is natural to carry out the task! The mouse showed a tail and it needs to be hooked.
  Putin-Yuliana growled:
  - I think so too! And you are not embarrassed by the abundance of blood, which will have to be shed.
  - Not particularly! When the number of corpses is more than one, they turn from a tragedy into an extra! Biden-Maria sighed .
  - Murder is like losing your virginity for the first time and it hurts, then with each new act more and more pleasure! - I agreed, Putin-Yuliana. - In general, we have no other choice.
  The blonde remarked rationally:
  - It was also lucky that we would have to destroy the pro-American group. And if there was an order to thresh our special forces?
  The redhead also explained logically:
  - I think the command would have found a way out! They'd do a good staging. It's quite real!
  - Perhaps, but most of our future victims are Slavs, except for the American Rangers.
  - Yes, there will be special forces against us! Selected Yankees, so this time you can"t do without the latest weapons.
  - And bronnikov too! I have six stones of the "armor" class. Let's divide them equally and fight!
  - Let it be so! Three each! Fairytale number! - Putin-Yuliana smiled.
  - Three is the number of harmony, but not in family life! - Biden-Maria flashed humor.
  Having driven off, girls, distribute the stones. Then, having chosen a place on land, they changed their shape by removing the beards. Now, instead of forty-year-old Mujahideen Arabs, young Caucasian men, about twenty-five years old, powerful, dense, burning brunettes, looked at the mirrors. Even the gait has changed, and become more confident.
  Of course, the clothes are different, leather jackets, with armor, tattoos on the arms. Do not give, do not take, Georgian mafiosi.
  - This kind of immediately inspires confidence. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - I'm sure of it! - Although why don't we reveal our own face, the blonde suggested.
  The red-haired warrior objected:
  - And show that we are girls! Thank you very much! You know in the zone a woman can either be a whore or a sniper.
  And also a missionary! There might be preachers here for sure. Maria Biden said.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed:
  - That's quite possible! Protestants are especially active in preaching, they claim a lot!
  Biden-Maria said with fervor:
  - Maybe he is! In general, what is not entirely correct in Orthodoxy is that ordinary members of the church are not used in missionary work. I think here it is necessary to adopt the tactics of Jehovah's Witnesses, where each member of the church is a "publisher".
  - And why do priests need it! - Putin-Yuliana chuckled. - Russia is already an Orthodox country. In general, Orthodoxy is characterized by excessive liberalism. Even Catholics are stricter!
  The blonde replied with a sigh.
  - We talked about it, we won't! In general, I will try to convert someone to the truth.
  The redhead cooed:
  - OK then! Be a missionary, just don't forget to load the machine.
  The path lay on the grass, sometimes living creatures ran past, especially large mosquitoes similar to sparrows. The female presidents cut them off with daggers. Do not waste bullets on such small things. Along the way, we again stumbled upon an anomaly, a special one, where the overflow of colors caused a semblance of a drug addict's delirium. Some shadows rushed from side to side, changing their forms.
  The redhead asked:
  - What else is that!
  The blonde replied:
  - I do not know! Possibly a type of "ghost" anomaly. They are pretty big.
  The girls had to go around the surface. Along the way, they came across a cockroach worm grappling with a rat boar. The scouts lingered a little, deciding to watch the unique battle. Ratboar was thicker and heavier, but his opponent was faster and more agile. The cockroach worm actively worked with its jaws, pulling out pieces of meat from the carcass. Blood flowed red with an orange tint, the fangs of the boar trembled.
  - Shall we place some bets? - Suggested by Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria became curious:
  - Who?
  The redhead said:
  - I suppose it was optimal to bet on a cockroach worm. He is much more durable.
  - Yes, and the rat boar is not a bag of shit. But in this case, a more primitive organism in the conditions of the zone has an advantage. In addition, cockroaches also multiply rapidly in radiation conditions. Biden-Maria noted.
  The redhead confidently stated:
  - So we are both on a cockroach worm.
  Suddenly, contrary to forecasts, the exhausted boar forged a worm with a tusk, breaking through the belly.
  - Looks like we've "bursted"! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - He who has not died is not defeated! - Said Biden-Maria. - Keep creeping!
  As if hearing her call, the cockroach caterpillar twisted and jumped off the tusk, its teeth became longer, and it slashed its thick belly at once.
  - Ugliness will be punished! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The movements of the rat-boar slowed down, he obviously weakened, then collapsed, nervously twitching his legs.
  This is how we vote with our feet! - Said the blonde girl. Both scouts applauded. Further, it was not interesting to watch how they gnaw the carcass. The caterpillar quickly swelled.
  - I never get tired of being amazed at the wonders of the zone, so that the caterpillar eats the wild boar, where else can you see this. Biden-Maria asked herself.
  - In the delirium of a heroin addict. - Answered Putin-Yuliana. - In general, there are quite a lot of scientists, zoologists, biologists, botanists, geologists and other comrades here.
  The blonde spoke:
  - As my friend said, I think he is a biologist. Do not waste energy on the formation of a new species, create conditions for the old one.
  The redhead reluctantly confirmed:
  - In general, what is the most foul thing in our world is that a person is its weakest link. We are trying to correct the shortcomings of nature. After all, a person is the smartest creature, and rarely lives to be a hundred years old, but there are trees that live several thousand. Therefore, whether we will cope with the task or not, the future of all mankind depends. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria about gurgling:
  - Perhaps so! In general, are we not yet another evolutionary dead end? What do you think Putin-Yuliana.
  The redhead confidently answered:
  - Will not come with us there will be others.
  "Humanity may be dead by then. Biden-Maria sighed. - For example, the following threats in the coming decades. First attack from space!
  The redhead giggled.
  - What are the Martians?
  Biden-Maria countered:
  - Not! Asteroids, meteorites, comets! It's like you don't know yourself!
  Putin-Yuliana answered with a sigh:
  - Yes, the threat is serious, although you are not exaggerating. Life on Earth has existed for billions of years, despite all predictions.
  The religious blonde suggested:
  - I think only six thousand years, but let's not argue about it.
  The redhead showed rationalism:
  - Agree! It's still impossible to prove to each other.
  The girls went around the anomaly, but at the same time they continued to talk, the speed of information exchange in their heads was much higher than that of normal people, and they could well combine it. And on the road, why not chat, especially since the zone does not look like paradise. Nature in it is specific, as if mortally wounded or sick. Even the trees are predominantly covered with rashes, ulcers. Birches have thorns like those of cacti. Pines are covered with mucus, fungi, ulcers, rashes. Full of freaks. True, some anomalies look beautiful, such as flowers on the bark, or bright colorful mushrooms, like a mixture of fly agaric and roses, poking tree trunks.
  - Beautiful, but this is the beauty of a funeral wreath. Biden-Maria noted.
  Putin-Yuliana readily agreed:
  - Hmm! Nature in avant-garde style! Picasso would be here, he would write a lot of things.
  The blonde winked at her partner.
  - And you yourself, why can't you draw?
  The redhead was indignant:
  - Why, but I'm used to realism!
  - I, too, in particular for the church, painted the picture "The Last Supper". - Said Biden-Maria. They said I have talent.
  Putin-Yuliana rationally noted:
  - We can not be untalented, but as far as I understand, you are concerned about the future of mankind.
  The blonde nodded vigorously.
  - Certainly! Here is to imagine what power is hidden in heavenly pebbles. When a small ball with a diameter of eight meters and a weight of a thousand tons falls, at a speed of five kilometers per second, energy is released equivalent to the bomb dropped on Hiroshima. If the speed of the ball is fifty meters per second, then this is a million tons of TNT: a hydrogen bomb.
  The redhead remarked angrily:
  - Actually, I know it!
  But the erudite blonde suffered:
  - So, if the diameter of the ball is only eighty meters, this at a speed of fifty kilometers per second is a billion tons of explosives, or fifty-five thousand Hiroshima.
  The redhead whistled.
  - Impressive!
  Biden-Maria, blinking frequently, noted:
  - And if the diameter of the ball is less than a kilometer only - eight hundred meters, then fifty-five million bombs dropped on Hiroshima. Power, fifty-five times greater than all nuclear weapons of all countries of the Earth. Imagine the threat to life on our planet!
  Putin-Yuliana frowned:
  - This is serious! But aren't governments ready?
  The blonde sighed heavily.
  - Scientists track trajectories. The asteroid Apophis is especially dangerous for our planet, its diameter is three hundred and twenty meters, and it can fall to Earth in 2036.
  - We'll blow it up with a hydrogen bomb! - Decisively declared Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria remarked:
  - In this case, the fragments will still reach the Earth, and even become radioactive.
  The redhead logically suggested:
  - It must be blown up at a great distance. The explosion and split of the asteroid cannot but change the trajectory.
  The blonde was clearly worried.
  - Probably, but so far there are no such carriers, not to mention the fact that it is very difficult to hit the asteroid itself.
  - Computers can handle it, but development needs to be accelerated! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria happily spoke out:
  - Probably my best project! I suggested dropping several rockets with glass powder on the asteroid. This will change the angle of the reflection and make the stone's orbit flatter.
  The redhead agreed.
  - The last sentence is reasonable! But I think that a solar film like pulverized reflective mica is capable of shifting the orbit of Apophis. It will hang on it like a counter-sail, and, having slowed down its movement, the rays of the Sun create pressure that shifts the orbit, and it will fly past the Earth.
  The blonde nodded happily.
  - Amazing! It will be necessary to send a proposal to the Academy of Sciences.
  - If we complete the task, we will definitely send it, in this case we will be reckoned with. And someone who takes test-tube girls seriously.
  - Let's reckon. It will be better for everyone on earth.
  - And the second, what is the threat?
  Biden-Maria bitterly replied:
  - Global warming.
  Putin-Yuliana nodded:
  - Oh, I agree! But not too much noise, winters are sometimes frosty.
  The blonde nodded vigorously.
  - Not! These are still the first swallows in the sky. Indeed, the absence of frost at first glance reduces energy costs.
  Red confirmed:
  - And significantly reduces!
  The blonde warrior remarked:
  - But in fact, this process is difficult to reverse! Carbon dioxide accumulates in the atmosphere. It causes a greenhouse effect, at the same time more water evaporates. Humidity increases and the greenhouse effect increases.
  - That is, like in a greenhouse!
  - Yes it is! The ice is already beginning to melt, remember the largest iceberg that broke away from Antarctica.
  Tweet in response:
  - There is such a thing!
  - And the disaster was not small. And the area of polar ice has already decreased by a third. When the ice completely melts, the surface will no longer be reflected, overheating will begin. That is, the temperature will rise, fires and floods will become more frequent.
  The red-haired warrior agreed:
  - They have already become more frequent!
  The blonde confirmed:
  - Tornadoes and storms! And the humidity will grow more and more, a significant part of the land, including St. Petersburg, will be flooded. However, this in itself is annoying! But in the future, how do you know if the climate of Venus will come on Earth.
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - These are Biden-Maria fairy tales. We are too far from the Sun, and seventy million years ago, the temperature on Earth was ten to fifteen degrees higher than it is now, and the animal world flourished. Then the fall of the meteorite changed the climate in favor of cooling. Dinosaurs and another hundred thousand species of animals died out, opening the way for man.
  The blonde noted with concern:
  - It is possible that if humanity dies out, intelligent rats will become the next civilization.
  The redhead remarked skeptically:
  - Yah! Do you think Biden-Maria God will allow this?
  The blonde girl was confused:
  - No, of course not, but you need to provide a fallback in case the Bible turns out not to be the word of God, but the fantasy of people.
  Putin-Yuliana winked at her friend:
  - So you do not exclude this option?
  Biden-Maria confidently stated:
  - In our world, nothing can be ruled out! That scout is bad who cannot foresee a way out in case of failure!
  - In any other area, a mistake can cost life, health, and only by deluding yourself in religion, you risk losing immortality! - Putin-Yuliana said with pathos.
  The blonde exclaimed:
  - That's what you understand!
  The red-haired warrior clenched her fists tighter and said decisively!
  - In any case, humanity has a chance, having received a deep wound, go from shock and become even stronger. The beast has fangs, the man has a gun, the animal relies on the muscles, and the man on the mind! Tests dull teeth, but sharpen the mind - therefore the mind is immortal, progress, like a perpetual motion machine, will lead to prosperity!
  Biden-Maria took a deep breath and replied:
  - But the third threat comes from progress.
  You mean the threat of nuclear self-destruction. Here I agree. In general, our Russian leadership is not behaving far-sightedly. Allowing Iran to develop nuclear weapons is like planting a crocodile in a garden. - Putin-Yuliana bared her teeth. - It is not worth supplying missile systems to Iran, a tiny profit can lead to big trouble. Even a small nuclear bomb dropped on Moscow by the same terrorists will more than outweigh a couple of hundred millions of dollars that we don't need. Iran with its reactionary regime is dangerous for Russia.
  The blonde warrior nodded in confirmation.
  - It is impossible not to agree! Stalin once flirted with Hitler, helping him conquer Europe, and how it ended. Christian countries must be united, and the spread of nuclear weapons must be stopped. And in general, the more states that own the atomic bomb, the worse it is for the world. Take even North Korea, what if its leader wants to support Chuhe's ideas in Russia. And he, this dictator Kim, is also given such honor during the visit. Is he who has brought the people to complete poverty, when almost the entire population, except for a bunch of party bosses, eats grass, is worthy of a handshake. Even ashamed of power! - Said Biden-Maria theatrically raising her voice.
  Putin-Yuliana nodded her head in the affirmative:
  - It surprises me! After all, I am a smart girl, and it is obvious to any thinking person: the expansion of the atom must be put to an end. In general, after the completion of the operation, we will definitely talk about this with the president. Maybe we will even conduct special operations on the territory of countries with dictatorial regimes to neutralize nuclear facilities. Russia should be a superpower, and a bunch of small tyrant states with atomic bombs could be a threat to our children.
  - America is our competitor, but at this stage we have more common goals, and we can pull humanity out of the pit only together. So there is no need to quarrel, if we do not die, then in a hundred years, a single star empire will be created with a government common to all mankind! Biden -Maria said. - And then immortality will become a reality.
  The red-haired warrior laughed.
  - Okay, really! We are having a good conversation! It's about the fate of humanity.
  The blonde said vigorously:
  - It depends on us. If the Black Sultan kills the current president, then someone from the military will take his place. In this case, a confrontation with America may again arise, this in itself is not terrible, but totalitarian regimes will flourish under the guise, and global problems will be pushed aside. Arms race, spy wars, humanity will weaken! So, no matter how much we have to kill, it will all serve a higher purpose.
  Putin-Yuliana confirmed:
  - Agree! We will make sure that the United States will help us finish off the Black Sultan. By the way, we were allies in two world wars.
  A blonde Christian with a wolf grip confirmed:
  - But in order for the Yankees to understand what's what, several hundred American special forces will have to be sent to the next world!
  The girls-presidents suspended an amusing conversation. They began to shoot back from the rat-rabbits. Having laid down about fifty, they stopped and began to cut off the tails.
  Biden-Maria, as if justifying herself, said:
  - If we are Caucasian guys now, then we have to sell something! Even tails.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed with her:
  "But it wasn't too bad to have rat foxes, actually.
  - They are less common, and where you take them, they will be smarter.
  - Professional hunters know how to look for rookeries.
  - We don't have much time.
  Having cut the tails of the girl, they again moved through the forest. They talked pretty fast.
  Biden-Maria philosophically noted:
  - Nuclear weapons, unfortunately, were the first to be created in the United States. If it were the other way around, then the third world war would have been won by Russia. Then the world would become unipolar, and therefore stable, the ideas of communism would unite all of humanity. After all, it is much easier to make an atheist out of a believer than to force him to change his concession. In this case, the planet would be scientifically controlled, and most of the global threats would be eliminated.
  Putin-Yuliana logically noted:
  - In addition to the one that scientific and technological progress itself bears. I have that competition from artificial intelligence.
  The blonde shook her head.
  - Fashion theme for science fiction.
  The redhead replied:
  - And, nevertheless, quite real. Have you ever played chess with a computer.
  Biden-Maria nodded.
  - Certainly!
  Putin-Yuliana grinned:
  - Did you win?
  The blonde chirped:
  - If I'm not mistaken, then yes!
  The red harpy remarked:
  - But the world champion Kasparov lost to a computer back in 1997.
  I know we weren't even born then.
  - And during this time, computers have become ten times stronger. Think what it means.
  Putin-Yuliana chuckled:
  - We consider options much faster than Kasparov and we have a better memory. Basically, I understand what you're implying. Yes, there is such a prediction that in fifty years a thousand dollar computer will be smarter than all of humanity put together. And then artificial intelligence will decide that it does not need humanity. People are the weak link in world progress. No, it's not new!
  Biden-Maria nodded.
  - But it's real! We may live for many more centuries or millennia. It is likely that the robots will leave us in the zoo, to satisfy the sense of aesthetics.
  The redhead seemed pleased with this prospect:
  - Reasonable! But it is artificial intelligence and the power of processors that can save our world. And people will be replaced by more advanced forms, not protein, but hyperplasmic.
  The blonde warrior agreed:
  - Probably! In "The Temptation of God" I read about this!
  - And then it will be possible to control even the computer. Using cyberkinesis!
  - Yes, when you mentally give an order to the computer. It was nice to receive such a gift to us.
  - Theoretically, it may only be necessary to get an internal push. - Said Putin-Yuliana. - A certain shock can awaken quasi-paranormal abilities.
  Biden-Maria agreed with this:
  - Perhaps in the future it will become a vital necessity for us. Imagine: the machines rebelled, and they were commanded to stand by their hands at the seams.
  The redhead chuckled.
  - And if there are no hands?
  The blonde replied rudely.
  - That assholes to the top, electronic!
  The girls-presidents reared their motorcycles, rode on the rear wheel. They jumped over the ditch. They had fun. Here, accelerating, they drove onto the road, made a propeller! The road was foul asphalt covered with cracks from anomalies, but it was possible to drive along it!
  Here along the way you can see a thick rubber hose. Girls on the move jump over it. Here the hose is folded into rings, and begins to squirm!
  - Another creature! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana. - And it looks like rubber rubber!
  "It even smells like burnt plastic." Biden-Maria grimaced.
  A minute later, the road ended, and once again they ran into an anomaly that was spinning in whirlwinds and lambs.
  - Bypass again! How tired I am of this! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde bravely suggested:
  - Or maybe we'll risk it! Apply a stone that protects against anomalies.
  The redhead disagreed.
  - It's risky, except, he's only one, and there are two of us. Maybe not cover up, just two.
  The blonde suggested:
  - And if you throw it!
  Fiery issued:
  - The majority will protect!
  Most are not all anomalies. - Biden-Maria noticed and noted. "Better not jeopardize the mission.
  The girls reluctantly set off. They were driving slowly, when suddenly, almost simultaneously, they heard someone's voice.
  Red suggested:
  - Let's watch! Looks like it's checkmate again.
  The girls moved towards the sound and saw a burning fire. At least ten bandits sat around him, they brutally tortured the caught farter.
  - Talk faggot! Pour out the music, purr, where do you hide the stash?
  He cried out tearfully:
  - In under a broken tractor, there is a supply of my stones and an armored jacket! Have mercy please.
  - You're chirping a rooster! It's too late!
  A red-hot rod was put to the chest of a still rather young farter. He shouted:
  - No need! I'll tell you everything!
  - So, where is the rest of the stash!
  - I don"t have it, I"ve been in the zone for only a month.
  Biden-Maria raised her machine gun:
  - I can't look at this anymore! He is tortured to death.
  The redhead nodded approvingly.
  - I agree, at the same time we'll see the goods!
  The girls-presidents confidently drove from a long distance. They cut off all the militants who were carried away by a tempting occupation, torture. In general, the very process of torturing another brings great pleasure to sadists, entertaining bandits. That's where the roosters come from in the zone, mainly because in human nature there is a desire to humiliate and trample another.
  Nine bandits fell with their heads shot through, their skulls shattered like clay pots, and only the tenth leader remained alive. Mechanically, he drove a red-hot rod into the farter's throat, killing him.
  - Here the bastard killed the hostage, and that we missed again? Biden-Maria asked.
  The redhead said uncertainly.
  - Maybe again some stones!
  The blonde muttered:
  - Everything is possible!
  The leader took off running. He clearly wanted to leave. The girls ran after him. They were faster, but the ataman wanted to jump onto the car under cover.
  Putin-Yuliana fired at the legs, but again missed. The offender, however, lost time, throwing off branches covered with leaves, and when the car finally started up and moved, Biden-Maria managed to overtake him over bumps.
  The ringleader opened fire to meet her, but the scout herself, covered by "Armor", practically did not deviate. Jumping on the enemy, the girl began to fight the bastard. He kicked her a couple of times, but got a poke in the face, whined, after which Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana, who arrived in time, twisted his hands.
  - Don't kill him! - Shouted the red-haired girl. - It will be too easy for the villain.
  The blonde agreed this time:
  - You're probably right, how he killed the farter. He put a red-hot crowbar in his throat, well, isn't he a bastard?
  The redhead tugged at the ataman, making him more painful:
  - Of course, the last bastard! We will deal with him now.
  The girls-presidents turned the car around, ripped off the artifacts from the leader and dragged him to the fire. He, being a rather large guy, tried to resist two seemingly not particularly powerful Caucasians, but soon realized how strong they were.
  There was a frightened whine:
  - I am a master of sports in freestyle wrestling, and you horsemen, it seems, served in the special forces, what strength do you have.
  Putin - Yuliana growled:
  - What do you think to avoid the section! You have to tell me where your gang is hiding the stash.
  The bandit squealed:
  - Of course I will! Like an ass in confession!
  The redhead responded aggressively:
  But we need to be sure that you are telling the truth. So I'll do an experiment.
  The girls led the leader to the fire and began to tear off his clothes. He desperately resisted, but got a fist in the teeth, so much so that five flew out at once. Then he began to whine:
  - I am a Georgian, just like you!
  Biden-Maria's smile became the grin of a panther:
  - You are mistaken, we are Abkhazians! So, people like you, Svans, are not friends for us.
  - I'll pay you well!
  - Give me the location of the stash, then you will have a chance. - Girls-scouts, heated the rod and put it on the chest, then ran it across the stomach. There was a lot of screaming, groans, pleas for mercy. He nevertheless pointed out a couple of stash, they were not far away, and the third one was in the middle of nowhere. The girls left her for a rainy day. Then, grabbing the leader, they moved to the caches.
  Along the way, we stumbled upon a pack of animals, prolific rat-dogs were right there. They were dealt with using daggers, the girls wanted to play again. The bound leader only blinked his eyes, he was so surprised at the bloody show he saw:
  - Well, you can't even meet such cool people in every movie! - He said. - What types.
  Having dealt with the rat dogs, the girls checked the stash, found weapons and stones. Among them was even a couple of "Plus" artifacts. By themselves, they did not have a magical effect, but could enhance the properties of other stones. This is not bad either. In short, the girls hadn't done a bad job; now they could sell the swag without arousing suspicion. At the same time, they checked the place that the dead farter gave. Three tractors had to be turned over.
  - He gave a very vague tip. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria rationally observed:
  - And here it cannot be accurate when they burn you like that. From pain you speak only in general symbols.
  The girls examined the stash, not rich, a couple of "kulesh", three cans of stew, and an unknown stone. However, it looks unremarkable, like a cherry. In general, the bandits would not get much.
  - That's why the man was killed! Biden-Maria noted. - Life is cheap here.
  - Look who's Talking! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - In general, this bandit bought himself death without torment.
  The red-haired girl quickly pressed on his artery, causing the ringleader to pass out. And forever!
  They sat alone on the car, a Cadillac, although a prestigious used car. One motorcycle was loaded into it, and they took off, driven by Putin-Yulian.
  - That's how we are more like businessmen. - Said the red-haired girl.
  - Definitely! However, we also risk a lot. Biden-Maria sighed. - If they cling to us, then first of all we need to avoid a meat grinder.
  Putin-Yuliana doubted:
  - But as? Weaklings are not respected here.
  The blonde pouted:
  - Is there no other argument besides a bullet?
  - Perhaps there is! Money and affection! True, the bullet is more reliable. - Putin-Yuliana lowered her eyes.
  Biden-Maria spread her hands:
  - Is the blood our eternal companion?
  - I guess not!
  Having saddled the girls' cars, they continued to move towards the "Stability" group. It was located on the site of Chernobyl, slightly shifted on the map. A Mercedes-600 drove past them, although the types sitting in it had suspicious faces, on the whole they behaved correctly, they did not even whistle.
  There was annoyance in the redhead's voice:
  - So here it is not a disassembly that took place!
  The blonde breathed a sigh of relief.
  - And how many can we kill!
  There were a few "craters" along the way, but on the whole it was calm, a little phony. True, Chernobyl itself was not too heavily infected, it can be seen that the border with the coast protected it. The girls knew this and had fun with all their hearts. One of the trees on the way suddenly bent and reached for the Cadillac, but did not have time to catch it.
  - Missed the creature! - Putin-Yuliana fired a pistol at the bark, the bullet got stuck without having an effect.
  Why transfer ammo? Biden-Maria asked.
  - It's a workout.
  A flock of rat-rabbits ran past, the girls fired at them, hit them a couple of times, stopped, cut off their tails.
  . CHAPTER #8
  - All last stop! - Said with a satisfied look Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria breathed a sigh of relief:
  Yes, we've wasted so much time.
  Further, there were almost no anomalies, only a couple of times a vague flicker. They drove up to a camouflaged checkpoint. However, the cover was the most elementary, grass and bushes. Three machine guns stuck out: two Russian-made, one German. In general, the view is not terrible, but impressive.
  Of course, they were slowed down, the smiling major, also a Caucasian, addressed them in Georgian.
  - Where are you going?
  - In New Cher. (This is the name of the city of Chernobyl, after it was occupied by the Stability group). How is it dear? - The girls answered in unison in Georgian.
  - What interests you? Better than in Moscow, let the Black Sultan turn Muscovites into corpses.
  Putin-Yuliana nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, and it will be so! Don't know where you can sell swag!
  - Khokhols can throw! Better yet, contact Joseph Svanidze, he will give a decent price.
  Putin-Yuliana remembered her last name, they read out a brief information about the zone. Just a glance is enough to understand everything.
  - You mean the huckster "head"? - Asked the red-haired girl.
  - You seem to know him! OK then! I won't charge you a fee, but if you find a stone of love, sell it to me.
  Biden-Maria laughed:
  - It goes without saying, although such an artifact is a macho dream.
  The Georgian answered quite sincerely:
  - There are enough women here! They will gladly give themselves to us.
  The Cadillac moved on. The girls' spirits lifted.
  The blonde peacemaker noted:
  - Here and there there were no shootings.
  The redhead did not share the optimism:
  - Rejoice early! Then it might be worse.
  - We have enough weapons, and bullets too. - The blonde girl answered.
  The redhead lowered her voice.
  - Looks like we're getting in touch.
  The transmission was in a top secret range, for this a microshort radio wave was used, almost imperceptible as gamma radiation. The lieutenant general himself got in touch with the girls. For the purpose of conspiracy, he called himself "Bulat", a completely Caucasian nickname.
  - Well! Forgotten why don't get in touch.
  - There were unknown interference! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - So it is visible! What a meat grinder you staged at the Knockout bar.
  The redhead sighed heavily.
  - I had to, they bullied us!
  - With you was the prince!?
  The blonde answered a question with a question:
  - Yes, why?
  The voice was a little happy.
  - It is clear you want to use it to get to the leaders. Commendable!
  Biden-Maria readily explained:
  - This is our cover, because the blood of the caliph flows in the veins of the prince. No matter how formidable an adversary the Black Sultan is, he can create problems for Russia only with the help of his allies. Including from the Islamic world.
  - It is clear! So you seem to be protecting the prince.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - Basically yes!
  The voice became much stricter.
  - For the sake of one Arab, how many Russians died, even if mostly bandits, but living by the rules.
  And the bright girl stamped her heel in rage.
  The redhead remarked logically:
  - War without victims is not complete! The Sultan is not so simple! His people, in particular, have the gift of teleportation - instantaneous movement in space. So such a monster can only be overwhelmed by cunning. Sending special forces into the zone's radioactive belt is pointless, they won't get caught anyway.
  It was evident from the voice that they understood:
  - Here the President has the last word. In addition, I will not hide: many military men are opposed to you, and even consider that you are a potential threat to humanity.
  The blonde suddenly joked:
  - Or maybe their wallets! Fear of cuts. If two girls successfully fight with superior forces, then Russia will not need such a large army. Consequently, law enforcement agencies and expenditure items will be cut.
  The voice softened again.
  Interesting idea, I didn't even think about it. Very likely, but potentially a new species, it's always something unpredictable. The Vympel grouping never lost almost two hundred killed at a time. In addition, you also snapped the gang, such Russian Rambos, you had to meet only in the movies. Nearly two hundred and fifty dead, last day.
  - And today it's already ten! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - Especially!
  The redhead confidently stated:
  But they are criminals! At one time, Zhukov gave the order: to clear Odessa of bandits, simply by shooting them. Hundreds of scumbags were killed, but order was restored.
  The voice became approving in tone:
  - So you are adopting Zhukovsky methods! Commendable! Okay, what are you planning now.
  Then the blonde spoke up.
  - The most serious thing is to capture a batch of "Stingers", apparently, from the latest models.
  - And why do the Americans need it?
  The redhead replied:
  - There is a version that they want to enhance the properties of "stingers" with the help of artifacts.
  - Theoretically it is possible! Although we have already had such attempts. In particular, mortars were irradiated.
  The girls asked in chorus:
  - And what is the result?
  - At first, the fighting qualities grew, but after a month they became unusable, covered with cracks. So the Yankees are taking a big risk.
  Biden-Maria remarked:
  - Americans love to experiment. Moreover, the Stinger is not such an effective weapon against new models of equipment.
  - That's right, they need total superiority. The Yankees want to dominate everywhere and in everything!
  - Russians are also a victorious people! It is holy Russia that holds the future, the role of the great teacher of all other countries and races!" Biden-Maria said with confidence. - May the name of Jesus Christ be hallowed!
  - Don't step aside! So what are you going to do!
  Putin-Yuliana confidently answered:
  - Fulfill the order of the Black Sultan. Kill the Americans and their group, capture the Stingers and hand them over to terrorist number one.
  - To trust you!?
  Red confirmed:
  - Yes it is! In addition, the United States must be knocked down.
  The voice expressed concern:
  - So it will be great! But the transfer of weapons will strengthen the black sultan.
  The blonde suggested:
  - You will abandon a group of specialists who will remake the magic "stingers". In this case, the weapon will turn into shit, and no one will notice.
  What a perfectly reasonable proposal! We can significantly increase our potential if a couple of samples go into service with the Russian forces.
  The redhead asked:
  - And what can interest us in "stingers"?
  - First of all, a computer and a processor. In the field of computers, we are chronically lagging behind the Yankees. Here we will remove all the information.
  Putin-Yuliana confidently stated:
  Yes, we could sort it out ourselves. There is even the Internet here.
  - There is everything in the zone! In general, I almost forgot, because you fumble in computers.
  - Of course, we were trained on the latest models.
  - Then write off all the information from the American ship. Apparently, this will be an improved modification of the destroyer.
  The girls confirmed in chorus:
  - By itself!
  The voice said emphatically:
  - Yes, I allow you to use the latest weapons!
  Biden-Maria was worried:
  - But will the FSB not light it up?
  - No, we are organizing a leak of information, as if it was stolen by the Black Sultan. And they will believe us.
  The girls remarked in unison:
  - Exactly!
  - Not the first time we do it! Americans are very stupid, or rather afraid to make us angry. Since in this case we can slam!
  The redhead became curious:
  - Who is the president?
  There was disdain in the voice.
  - There are no those who are higher than the presidents, from among the billionaire oligarchs of the real owners of the United States. Here Obama wants to withdraw troops from Afghanistan, but the oligarchs do not give it.
  The blonde girl replied:
  - Understandably! So, use the most modern weapons, with lethal force.
  - Yes! Still, selective special forces are green berets, selected fighters from different countries with experience in many wars. You could very well die. Not some bandits from the high road.
  "In general, we are ready for death, although we are even more ready for victory!" Putin-Yuliana declared with pathos.
  - Well, we don't need our corpses. I give the go-ahead for the operation, that is, you will smash capitally on our allies. I must say that by pinching Vympel you have played into the hands of the group stability, and now it's time to balance the forces.
  The blonde asked
  - Do we still have our residents in Vympel?
  There is already clearly annoyance in the voice:
  Almost everyone was killed! Only the chairman of Vympel remained, but he is more of an agent of influence than a resident.
  The redhead muttered:
  - Wow, that's something!
  - It is better not to get in touch with him, we use him in the dark.
  - Like us? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  The voice deliberately indifferently confirmed:
  - Maybe! We have such a situation in our country that even you cannot be trusted in everything.
  The redhead asked softly:
  - Iosif Svanidze, our agent?
  - Yes, but not the most reliable, he plows at the Americans at the same time. Receives money from two queens. So you can sell him swag, but do not reveal your soul.
  - When an agent works for two reconnaissance, contracting a child trying to stuff two nipples into his mouth, he risks tearing his mouth! Biden-Maria noted.
  - In general, did you understand what artifacts you managed to capture by the way?
  The redhead hastened to brag:
  - Various! Including the famous "armor", in addition, we also have a seduction artifact and a "Plus" property enhancer.
  - Amazing! You will act this night, but first reconnoiter the position. An American destroyer is sailing along the Dnieper and is about to arrive. So strike that same night.
  Biden-Maria nodded.
  - Understandably! If we hurry, we'll make it.
  - And also try to use your charms in bed. This is especially important for your morale, so that it is clear to everyone that you are allowed a lot.
  - If so, that's great! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - But it's disgusting to sleep with an unloved man! - Said the religious Biden-Maria.
  The voice became much stricter:
  - That's exactly what you need in order not to be a saint. Become a real female agent.
  The blonde said emphatically:
  - Since sacrifices are required from me, I am ready!
  There was irony in the voice.
  - Yes, what a victim, with your perfect bodies, you will get a lot of pleasure even from rape. So go for it girls.
  The scouts answered in chorus:
  - So we all understood.
  - The experts will arrive on time, and now since you already understood everything, the connection is interrupted, apply your imagination further.
  The transmission stopped, Putin-Yuliana breathed a sigh of relief:
  - So we got virtually unlimited powers. We can punish and pardon!
  Kind-hearted Biden-Maria sincerely said:
  - I'd rather have mercy!
  While they stopped talking, a mob of rat-catchers ran up to them. They were rather large in size, like a thin shepherd dog with sharp noses and a horn at the end. The attack of such hungry beasts was swift. The girls met them with long daggers and kicks. In general, they wanted to move after sitting on motorcycles and in a tank. After all, they practiced physically for five or even more hours almost every day. So the warm-ups demanded their bodies.
  - Movement is the rain under which the flowers of health grow, and the hoe uprooting the weeds of disease! - Said Biden-Maria.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed with her.
  - The blood must rush through the veins.
  They were monsters in the eyes, necks, muzzles. The teeth of these creatures, although not as poisonous as rat rabbits, could cause severe allergies. In addition, the rat-pushers were fast, and it was necessary to fight with them at full strength.
  From the blows of the scouts, teeth flew out, blood flowed. One of the tricks was a sharp poke that broke necks. Quite painful, capable of shocking a rat weasel. It should be noted that the fur of this beast was much better than that of dogs and rabbits. True, in summer, when the zone warmed up, it dimmed and peeled off, but in winter, when it was cooler, it was lush and valuable, like a mink, but when wet it became emerald. Overall, the swag was worth it. Several times the rat-dogs dug into the jacket, but could not bite through. This gradually knocked them down. The mutants fell pierced, then they tried to jump on Biden-Maria with five of them at once. The girl stood up on her hands and left, making a fan with her feet, barked:
  - Get predators, who knows what breed.
  - We will bury you, we will gnaw the bones! - As it seemed to Biden-Maria, they rumbled in response.
  A few more rat-cats fell. The number of corpses increased exponentially. Putin-Yuliana struck, breaking her ribs in a jump. Then, with the next lunge, she crushed the ridge with her elbow, the rat-catcher.
  - This is how I deal with all the scum! - Said the red-haired girl.
  A couple more powerful blows, fractures again, boots champing from blood. The girls do not stop, the daggers whistle, striking in the eyes.
  - That's how it is in Russian! - Putin-Yuliana showed the fig.
  There were no more than ten rat-weasels left, and they, seeing that their opponents were completely invulnerable dancing among the corpses, realized: the matter was not clean, it was time to turn back.
  Biden-Maria noted:
  - That's how even they have the concept of inequality of forces.
  The girls threw daggers, chased the survivors a little, then returned.
  Red suggested:
  - Let's cut the skins.
  The blonde commented:
  - Perhaps, even the tails are enough.
  Skinning is not the most pleasant activity. At the same time, there is something, so you can live.
  Having loaded a new fur swag, the girls went on. A four-winged, three-legged heron flew over them. Usually these birds are distinguished not by aggressiveness, but by curiosity. Suddenly, the spherical anomaly grew in size, nearly hitting the girls' car. They managed to go aside, but the heron was not lucky. A bird as large as an albatross was simply crushed, spraying bloody okroshka for a hundred meters. The hood of the Cadillac also turned out to be stained.
  A motorcycle with a sidecar drove past the scouts. There were criminals on it. They whistled a couple of times, but did not bother.
  The next checkpoint: I met them already on the way to New Cher, TV towers and industrial areas were visible from a distance.
  There were guys in the form of American policemen, very polite, smiling, but they still took fifty dollars for the car. Issued a receipt and said.
  - Now you can freely stay in New Cher for ten whole days. This is the most harmless and fun place in the zone.
  Biden-Maria nodded approvingly.
  - Thank you. Are you safe on the streets?
  - Quite. There are patrols everywhere, so everything is on the shelves. We used the methods of the real New York and Chicago.
  The red-haired ironic exclaimed:
  - Might be a good idea!
  The girls moved on. New Cher was surrounded by an embankment, and on top was a concrete fence with barbed wire. It can be seen that any scum did not climb. In general, the zone was such a madhouse that it was impossible to live normally in it, everything came down to elementary survival.
  At the last checkpoint, the girls were asked for a receipt and allowed inside. Among the guards were German Shepherds and Bulldogs. They whimpered piteously, chattering their teeth.
  In general, the guys looked smart. One thing only spoiled the impression, not far away lay two gnawed corpses. All that was left of them were bones.
  - Why are the skeletons lying around! - Biden-Maria asked. - Without a Christian burial?
  The commander replied to her:
  - These are hanged bandits, they were left as a warning to those who want to follow a criminal path. Here, look at another gallows.
  Indeed, a still not completely decayed dead man hung on it.
  - Wai! What cruelty! - Putin-Yuliana chuckled. - We are not threatened.
  - Most often, it is Caucasians who are hanged. - The commander noticed with a hidden threat.
  We won't give ourselves up alive! Biden-Maria declared in a decisive tone.
  The girls slipped the passports in, they seemed to check them on the computer, then returned them back. In general, the FSB on the documents could not fail. The car entered the city. Almost immediately, they almost crashed into the fence enclosing the anomaly. This phenomenon could be fought only with warnings, the heaviest artillery did not act on spatial distortions. Or the shells simply penetrated through the anomaly: crippling neighboring buildings.
  There were decent people on the streets, including women. It was light and three "Suns" amused the soul, the girls. Having passed, they handed over the car to a private guarded parking lot, and, having loaded swag on their shoulders, they decided to take a walk.
  Almost immediately, several merchants ran up to them, and began to sell goods. The girls politely declined the offers.
  - My dears! There is nowhere to sell yours.
  They decided to go to the local market first. There it was possible to attach swag at a decent price. At the entrance, as always, the guards, however, they took only a dollar, among the guard dogs, there was even a couple of accustomed rat-dogs.
  - It's strange they say they can't be trained! Biden-Maria noted.
  Putin-Yuliana logically objected:
  - Why? If rats are difficult, but can be trained separately, and dogs are not trained only by the lazy, then their mixture can be made a junior partner of a person.
  - A person breaks easily, subdues with difficulty, and very rarely achieves love from nature! Biden-Maria noted.
  But she seems to have taken care of us. - Putin-Yuliana nodded.
  The girls went faster. In the corner of the bazaar, there were beggars. Several children were dancing. In rags and, despite the coolness, barefoot, they danced the lezginka, begging for money. Other guys here tried to sing, cold voices resembled a funeral march.
  - These are actually slaves! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana. - What you manage to collect with hard work is taken by adult bandits.
  - How thin and dirty, they are probably fed so that they do not die of hunger. Biden-Maria noted. - In addition, it is difficult to run barefoot in the zone, the grass burns the legs and causes allergies.
  The redhead girl giggled.
  - Exactly, three goals are achieved at once: saving on shoes, more pity for the barefoot, and less chance of escaping.
  The poor children's feet were burnt and sore, they must have run through the "gentle" Chernobyl grass.
  - They must be freed! - Said Biden-Maria.
  Putin-Yuliana objected:
  - Not now! When it's rush hour. Perhaps our special forces will help to withdraw them. In general, it is immoral to mock offspring in this way.
  Maybe we can give you something!
  - No more than a dollar! - She said, Putin-Yuliana saw that Biden-Maria was reaching for hundreds of bills. - Don't draw too much attention.
  The girls threw a seven or eight-year-old girl running through the hat. Her eyes were sunken in her thin face, her hair was of an indefinite color from the dirt, her toes were knocked down. In addition, bruises were visible on the face, large holes, a torn dress, scars and abrasions on the stomach: it looks like the baby was pretty beaten.
  - We must find out where they spend the night and be sure to pay a visit. Biden-Maria whispered.
  - Let's do it right now. - Offered Putin-Yuliana.
  The mustachioed girl approached the older beggar and asked:
  - Can I talk to your hosts?
  We don't have an owner! - He babbled.
  - Do you want to deceive a man from the Caucasus, miserable bum. - A gun flashed in the hands of Putin-Yulian.
  - Well, if you have a business proposal, I'll call him. The beggar took out a cell phone. - Just do not extort money, we have a reliable roof.
  - We have proposals more interesting.
  Dialing the number, the bum said:
  - I beg you, boss, then a man came to me, apparently rich and respectable, wants to make an offer.
  A happy voice answered:
  - OK! I'll be there in two minutes.
  The beggar turned:
  - Communication operational! Maybe he hasn't left the market yet.
  The redhead frowned.
  - So much the better for him. Are the children healthy?
  - How to say! Perfect for the current climate. Do you want to adopt someone?
  Putin-Yuliana growled:
  - None of your business!
  - Clearly not mine! - A couple of times we sold them to farters. I must say that they preferred to pay in kind, or rather swag.
  The redhead nodded in understanding.
  - Naturally! Supply exceeds demand.
  - Talk to the boss, you have such big backpacks and it's not hard to carry.
  - My great-grandfather, at the age of one hundred and eight, bends horseshoes, and never sleeps alone. - Said playful Putin-Yuliana, slightly inflating.
  - Strong breed! Caucasians are generally healthy. By the way, there is a Chechen diaspora here. Formally neutral to Russia, but specializes in growing dope. A special "dope" for the zone of miracles. Such visions come from her, heroin rests, even enhances potency.
  We are strong even without drugs. So after all! Bulat. - Said Putin-Yuliana Biden-Maria. - Instead of answering, she hit her finger on the board, breaking through it.
  There was a surprised exclamation.
  - Yes, it's impressive!
  The boss arrived, short, almost a dwarf, his smile false, but endearing. Assessing look at the Caucasians, in the eyes of satisfaction.
  - You wanted to buy something?
  The red-haired warrior squeaked:
  - Yes, your children!
  The chief grinned:
  - Kindeping good! And how many?
  Biden-Maria shouted:
  - We'll take them all!
  - That is, eighteen between the ages of five and fourteen. Well, it's up to you how you use them.
  The redhead muttered:
  - Certainly!
  The chief asked impatiently:
  - Will you take it now?
  The redhead growled.
  - Not tonight, when the transport arrives. We will take them out of the zone. There is not much income here.
  - This is how to say ... - The dwarf hesitated.
  The fiery warrior pressed hard:
  - Farters are accustomed to seeing death and danger, their hearts are hardened, and this audience is in the majority. Tourists come here, of course, but not too actively, the risk is too great. And again, these people are adventurous and not too compassionate, so the income is limited, not to mention the fact that you have to pay the roof: the police and the mafia.
  The dwarf scratched the back of his head.
  - You are partly right, but if the children did not bring income, I would sell them to the same Chechens or to a brothel. And there are enough tourists. Ten bucks for each child and we're even.
   Putin-Yuliana grabbed the dwarf by the shoulder with one hand and lifted him into the air. He was armored, thick and therefore quite heavy.
  - Well no! Then five! He screamed in fear.
  The redhead yelled:
  - Four thousand!
  - I agree! - The dwarf answered, panting.
  - Let's pay off on the spot, hand in hand.
  There was a whine:
  - And you will not throw me.
  Putin-Yuliana angrily replied:
  - Why should we throw you! It is easy to find homeless children, especially in Ukraine. It can be seen that these are crests. But those who are mutilated by the zone, and trained in some things are more difficult. So we will come to you again and again.
  - Weird! Why don't you use a hair dryer! - Asked the dwarf.
  The redhead replied angrily:
  - Now this is not accepted. In any case, we have. And in general, you won"t earn credibility with a bazaar.
  - Then swept up. The dwarf agreed.
  The blonde added:
  - Be like a pioneer always ready.
  He whined:
  - Can you give me some swag?
  The redhead pouted:
  - How much will you give, for one dog's tail?
  The dwarf gurgled:
  - Twenty bucks.
  - The tail of a rat rabbit.
  - Thirty!
  - And the rats?
  - Fourty!
  The redhead got angry.
  - In general, you do not look like an Arab. Everything is cheap except oil.
  The dwarf chuckled.
  - There is one price everywhere!
  Putin-Yuliana shook her fist, flattening a fly in the air:
  - Let's check!
  Here the freak squeaked:
  - I have a valuable artifact. A stone that enhances the effects of dope. The lowest quality marijuana works better than opium.
  The redhead grinned menacingly.
  Why haven't you sold it yet?
  The dwarf replied honestly:
  - To whom? Mafias are dangerous, they can choke you if you know too much.
  Red-haired honor softened:
  - Well, if so, bring it at night, we'll check it.
  - I'll be with security, so don't throw it. - warned the dwarf.
  Shaking hands, they parted, Biden-Maria, blazing with anger at the child trafficker, however, squeezed her paw, so that the undersized bandit squealed.
  - This is a joke! - Said Putin-Yuliana and bowed.
  - Sorry, I did not calculate the strength! Maria Biden said.
  The girls went to the market, which was full of people. Tourists came up, looked at the swag, policemen walked decorously.
  It soon became clear that furs, especially the tails and backs of rat-pushers, could be sold at a higher price. Especially for wholesalers with external channels. Most often, trade passed through the port, where there was a direct exit along the Dnieper to the cities of Ukraine and the Black Sea.
  The girls roughly knew the prices, but bargained for a long time with pressure. Finally they found a captain who offered above average prices for tails and skins. This suited everyone. The girls received packs of Euros, now it was necessary to knock down the stones, especially the unnecessary Kuleshi and Sweets, which make the food sweeter. Here the truth is the best thing to try to sell to Joseph Svanidze.
  - Do you think the bartender will fit us? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  - Maybe yes, maybe not! Here, too, not the worst opportunities! - Said Biden-Maria. - In general, if you set yourself the goal of getting hold of money, you would very soon become rich.
  The redhead pointed out aggressively:
  - It's right! Let's hang out some more.
  The attention of Putin-Yulian was attracted by a little man with three thimbles. He actively invited clients.
  - Mindfulness versus manual dexterity. Guess where the ball is and you will get a bunch of pennies.
  - It looks like a crest. The trick is generally very old and no one will bite on it. Biden-Maria noted.
  - Yes, old! It looks like this guy is completely broke if he decided to trade in such a hopeless way. I even sympathize with him. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  However, she seems to have jumped to conclusions. A fairly wealthy woman, apparently a foreigner, approached the thimblemaker. In broken Russian she asked:
  - You can win a lot!
  - Yes, as much as you like!
  She squeaked:
  - Then I'll bet.
  The woman bet one hundred dollars. Won!
  - See how actively they earn money here. The cheater chuckled.
  - I see! - She bet, then a thousand in excitement and lost.
  But she was hard to stop. Soon a young woman in her thirties blew away ten thousand dollars, as well as earrings with a bracelet, expensive boots and a jacket. So she was half-naked, barefoot in her underwear.
  - I have nothing to put! - She said.
  The thimbler looked her over, the woman was very seductive, especially lush lips.
  - I'm offering you ten thousand dollars, and in return you will give me a blowjob.
  She got angry:
  - What you said?
  He grinned:
  - Isn't that profitable! Ten thousand against a blowjob, pros only take a hundred bucks. Or you are not confident in your eyes.
  - Agree! - The woman answered. - Just wash your scrotum.
  - Okay! The bandit chuckled wickedly.
  The balls spun and began to move. The woman looked on with excitement, shivering with cold and excitement. Finally it was time to choose, she tugged and, as expected, the cap was empty.
  - You lost, now you have to repay the debt. - The thimbler grabbed the heifer by the hair and dragged him to his tent. She began to resist. Biden-Maria, of course, could not stand this.
  - How do you treat a redneck lady! - Shouted an aggressive girl.
  The scammer whined:
  - She honestly lost! You yourself have seen!
  The blonde aggressively stated:
  - Honestly speaking! Then play with me!
  - In thimbles?
  - In thimbles!
  - I agree! - Answered the scammer.
  Biden-Maria stood next to him. The crook gave the first batch of a thousand dollars without cheating.
  Then another thousand, he was afraid of Caucasians dressed in leather jackets. Then he cheated at ten thousand, and got ten greens.
  - See everything honestly! - Said he was delighted.
  The blonde spoke coldly.
  - Now a hundred thousand!
  - You are welcome! - He answered.
  He rolled out the ball, intending to press it between his thumb and forefinger. Then once and put where necessary. An ancient technique known since the time of ancient Rome: it is surprising that suckers are still found. Only now the ball disappeared, and the hand of the Caucasian pointed.
  - This!
  Indeed, the ball was under the cap. The rogue turned pale:
  - Shall we play again?
  - Certainly! Let's!
  Again he twirled the ball, here it is just under his arms, just a little more.
  The bang disappeared again.
  - This! Biden-Maria raised her cap. - Well, I think maybe the third time, will you play?
  - Yeah! - groaned the thimbler.
  The girl twirled again. The rogue's hands became cottony, and he did not notice how the ball slipped away from them, fixing the third loss.
  - More and more you have nothing, give back the lost. - Biden-Maria grabbed the fraudster by the ear, and spun so hard that he cackled.
  Putin-Yuliana jumped up to them. They busily searched the thimbler, took away the money and precious things, having cleared the ward.
  The blonde yelled:
  - Well, that's it! But the debt remained, well, tell me where you hide the stash.
  He whimpered thinly.
  - There is nothing more! The roof takes all the extra money, and you rarely see "suckers".
  Putin-Maria grinned:
  - We don't believe you! But being generous, we will forgive you if you agree to fulfill any desire of the lady you robbed.
  - Yes with pleasure! - Said the robbed crook.
  - Then crawl to her on your knees.
  The woman, bouncing from the cold already in something, wrapped herself up. Seeing the swindler, she said:
  - This bastard wanted a blowjob from me. So let him lick my dirty feet with his tongue.
  The swindler grimaced, but there was nothing to do and he had to work. It can be seen that it is not very pleasant to lick even beautiful female legs, if they have time to get dirty in the mud.
  Putin-Yuliana said good-naturedly:
  - We are returning your jewelry and belongings to you, but please do not play again. For this to be a lesson to you, we will keep half of the cash for ourselves.
  - I agree, and on this! - In general, I am very grateful to you. - The woman answered. - A pleasure is worth five thousand. Well, that's enough, otherwise I'm disgusted by your tongue, you can get up and go lick your wounds dog.
  Biden-Maria grabbed the risen crook:
  - I'll take the ring! - She said, tearing off a golden signet from her finger. Then a blow in the ass, the swindler flew.
  - Well, for now, as they say with light steam.
  The girls-presidents again moved through the bazaar, they felt confident and strong.
  - You know Biden-Maria. - Whispered Putin-Yuliana. - This chock must have a roof.
  - Let him try to move out! Biden-Maria chuckled maliciously.
  Indeed, as soon as they were in a deserted part of the bazaar, two huge policemen jumped out in front of her, and a swindler bustled behind her.
  - They're racketeers! He pointed with a crooked finger.
  - Come on, come with us. - The policeman called.
  - Dear, you are my relative from Batumi, and your godfather is with you. - Biden-Maria screamed and pretended to hug the police. They recoiled and fell down, struck at the nerve points. The crook froze, Putin-Yuliana kicked and threw a small stone at his knee, knocking him down. The girls picked up the swindler and led him away like a drunk. Having brought him to himself, Putin-Yuliana began torturing him. Clamping the nerve endings, thereby causing unbearable pain.
  Now you can tell us everything! Where is the stash.
  - I have not it!
  The redhead grinned carnivorously:
  - Then we will kill you, but before that we will enjoy the pain.
  The girls began to twist their joints, using skills, using all known, and there are more than eight hundred pain points.
  - What are you going to say! - Asked Putin-Yuliana. "Or will you die of pain shock?"
  There was a whine:
  - I'll tell you everything! In the monument of the rat-frog, in its mouth to find my hiding place. There will be thirty thousand, collected for a rainy day.
  Biden-Maria looked into her eyes, the swindler was not lying.
  - Lucky you! Told the truth! And now what to do with it?
  Putin-Yuliana hit the crook in the throat and said cynically:
  We don't need an extra witness. New murder for the glory of the Motherland. And the cops will come to their senses soon.
  - Not earlier than in three days, well, you know me! Biden-Maria winked.
  The redhead grinned:
  - All the better! And so?
  The blonde giggled.
  - No trace, looks like a heart attack.
  - Two at once?
  - In such a nervous work, which just does not happen. Yes, they like to drink together. - Noticed the girl.
  - Until the evening there is still time, let's listen to market gossip.
  The girls moved around the market, not so much asking as listening. Then they approached the swindlers playing cards. They offered to fight on a small one. They agreed. The game went on with mixed success. Naturally, the girls knew all the tricks with marked cards, but they were in no hurry to show their skills and win in a hollow. However, little by little they outplayed them. Of course, we were talking about women and the city's best brothel. The crooks drank themselves and tried to get their victims drunk. Girls , of course, took the antidote, but skillfully pretended to be tipsy. Some information has already been gathered here.
  - In the evening, American soldiers, half of them blacks, will visit a brothel. Well, they will bring infection. - Noticed one of the "swindlers".
  - And how many of them will there be? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  A gurgling followed:
  - About a hundred sailors, five hundred special forces. Green berets, army special forces. There, the guys in "Afghan" and Iraq fought, they will bring so much infection. Not only did America give the world AIDS and Syphilis.
  - Yes, and tobacco. - Biden-Maria noticed.
  - The plan is much better! - Said the Caucasian. And it's not that bad for your health either.
  The blonde giggled.
  - I agree! Kills slowly but surely!
  Gurgling again:
  - So today there will be no girls, everyone will go to American faces. Man three hundred go down. Of course, there will also be boys.
  The redhead shook her head.
  - Not! Bicho, not to our taste.
  It croaked in response:
  - They know how, they do a blowjob no worse than women. Although I respect the "naturals". There are not enough women in the area. To be afraid, to become freaks or lose offspring, so prostitution services are more expensive than in Moscow. How are you not squeezed there!
  Putin-Yuliana grunted:
  - If you give bribes, then no! True, it became more difficult, the policemen's salaries were raised so they, and they began to take more.
  The answer was confident:
  - Dont be upset! They say that in the zone, such an artifact was found, it turns ordinary biomass, grass, trees, coal into first-class oil. And if the price of black gold falls, then the cops in Russia will become hungrier, and will be content with small bribes.
  - Quite possibly! Biden-Maria was surprised. But these are rumors, aren't they?
  The voice got quieter.
  - We don't know! They say that the Black Sultan himself possesses such an artifact. He has colossal abilities in search of swag. That's why he's so elusive and strong.
  The redhead grinned:
  - Wow! Does he have an artifact that can turn lead into gold?
  - May be! And this is possible! Here the most incredible rumors are circulating.
  Biden-Maria was interested:
  - And they did not try to catch the Black Sultan.
  - It's like catching a shadow with a net. In addition, many fear that the Russians will find an excuse not to pay two hundred and fifty million Euros. Yes, and prove that you have a black sultan in your hands. Nobody has ever seen him.
  The blonde grinned.
  - So this is a myth like Asama Bin Laden?
  A piercing voice said:
  - No, not at all. Bin Laden: he died a long time ago and was not destroyed immediately, because the Americans wanted to squeeze the maximum out of this operation. And here it is like the devil in the flesh. In particular, "Vympel" was torn to pieces by two Mujahideen and a sucker. This, I suppose, is also due to the use of artifacts.
  - Maybe!
  - "Bronniks" have now jumped in price. Special demand for wonderful stones that give protection. It's just getting harder to find them. And there is also a pebble that allows you to break through any magical armor.
  The redhead was surprised:
  - And what are those?
  - Yes, "Machine gun" is called an artifact. The killing power is colossal.
  The red-haired girl growled:
  So, can you sell it?
  - We don't have that! In general, most often you need to turn to bandits for artifacts. They catch farters, clean them, they accumulate a lot of good.
  Biden-Mary laughed:
  - Thanks! Some prey on farters, others on hunters.
  The uncomplicated game continued, the girls began to win more often, they were also attracted by the greasy smell of greens.
  . CHAPTER #9
  The winnings grew, and so did the stakes.
  - A you accidentally not crowned? - Asked their senior crook.
  Putin-Yuliana stated emphatically:
  - Not! But we have enough authority.
  Followed in an ingratiating tone:
  - You're good at playing cards. And how about playing something in which luck is replaced by calculation and logic.
  The redhead remarked logically:
  - The cards also need logic.
  A voice rang out:
  - But you can't do without luck, and you are lucky Georgians. Let's play!
  - Play chess! Biden-Maria suggested.
  - That's it! This is a game of intellectual titans.
  The blonde giggled.
  - What is it interesting!
  The senior swindler suggested insinuatingly:
  - Ambartsumyan, a very strong partner, a master of sports, will play against you.
  - We are not afraid! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria asked impatiently:
  - How are we going to play?
  The rogue said in a gentle tone:
  - As you wish, or together, or maybe separately. One can continue playing cards.
  Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana snapped their fingers.
  - I have a well! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - And I have a leaf! Biden-Maria answered. - He covers the well for me to play.
  Razhaya readily agreed:
  - Good! I think I have more card skills.
  They brought a clock and a board, the girl arranged the pieces. The chess set turned out to be very beautiful, carved from ivory, with pearls and ruby crowns.
  - If you win, we will give them to you! - Said the leader in an ingratiating tone.
  - Fine! - Said Biden-Maria. - I've dreamed of these for a long time.
  Opposite her sat a Caucasian, most likely an Armenian Jew. He put on black glasses and smiled.
  - I can offer to throw lots, white or black. - He said, grinning.
  The blonde nodded.
  - Give me a coin.
  - White eagle, black tails. - The player threw it up. Then he chuckled. - My eagle, so you black.
  - You know, White can checkmate only in three moves, and Black in two! - Said the erudite Biden-Maria.
  - You're so smart. - Ambartsumyan put on mirrored glasses, skeletons shimmered in them.
  His first move was not new E-two E four. Biden-Maria responded with the most fashionable and aggressive opening of the Sicilian Defence, one of the fashionable variants of the Dragon. In this variation, the pawns line up like stars in the constellation Draco.
  In his time, Karpov won this variation many times, but Garry Kasparov, having won against Anand, brought it back into fashion. The most important thing is that in this opening the game goes all over the board, and you have to count a lot of variations. Here Biden-Maria calculated the superiority of her genetically enhanced brain. The enemy made the first theoretical moves, quickly grinning in his goatee. Then I thought a little. The felling began, the game acquired a complex irrational character. Then Biden-Maria realized that her opponent was not playing quite like a person. If the computer is against you, then it is felt. There is a difference in the approach and assessment of the position. The girl looked more carefully, here they are mirrored glasses, behind which you can not see the look. The robot transmits information to a special monitor, moved to the eyes.
  - Here you are! - She said, grinning carnivorously.
  Really modern computers, having a rating higher than that of the world champion, are formidable rivals, not like a human master. But after all, programs are created by people, and have specific weaknesses, despite the most powerful processors. So, it is quite possible to defeat them. Use against the enemy his excessive logic and craving for the evaluation function. Including the centralization of figures, the desire to grab more material.
  Biden-Maria fought hard, with a cyber monster. The only problem is the clock. It's good that it's not a blitz, the computer has a big advantage in lightning-fast games.
  Biden-Maria sacrificed a pawn and got a freer game. Then she began to weave a matte web around the king. This required new sacrifices and tricks. The computer accepted something, but refused something. In any case, his position sagged. However, Biden-Maria had already played without two pieces, and then sacrificed a rook and a queen in Andersen's style. It's beautiful, almost fabulous.
  The correct etude mat was placed almost in the center of the board.
  Putin-Yuliana, meanwhile, fought successfully on her front. It is more difficult to play alone, because there are five fraud partners against you. However, she was able to hold on as she jumped out of the game. I even made some extra money.
  After checkmate, Biden-Maria aggressively asked:
  - Will still play! The chess is already mine, or we'll raise the stake.
  Ambartsumyan said:
  - Certainly! You can still play. Such beauty cannot be repeated.
  Biden-Maria thought that the partner might not even know the moves. After all, his task is only to repeat at the computer. Or maybe he really is a master. In principle, there are not so many chess masters in the world, especially among farters. Their profession is closer to poker than to chess. And why would the scammers needlessly intimidate them, and suddenly she would have abandoned such a venerable opponent.
  They got back together, this time with Biden-Maria playing white. The open variation and the Berlin Wall, which Kasparov failed to break through in his match with Kramnik. The girl applied a novelty, in the style of the first Russian world champion Alekhine. She managed to find a gap in this by no means flawless defense. Gradually, she outplayed the machine, after which she launched an attack with victims and beauties.
  Ambartsumyan remarked:
  - You're just another Kasparov. - He said, having received a checkmate. - Why don't you play in tournaments.
  Biden-Maria found a primitive excuse:
  - They don't pay much! One Kalmyk ruined chess.
  - If it was an Armenian or a Georgian, or even better a Jew, then this would not have happened. - Noticed the master. - Come on, third.
  Again, Biden-Maria had to play black. Here Ambartsumian suddenly took off his glasses, his intelligent eyes looked tired. It looks like he decided to do without a computer. Biden-Maria nodded in agreement, she wanted to know what her partner really was. The enemy chose the English beginning C-two, C-four. A stubborn struggle began. Putin-Maria soon became convinced that this was a real master with a decent ELO coefficient. The battle dragged on, but still ended in an attack on the king, masterfully carried out by the blonde. There was no need to checkmate: Ambartsumyan surrendered.
  And even bowed, gently shaking the girl's hand:
  - In general, you played great! I recognize your advantage and do not want to become a beggar.
  - Then I'll go back to the cards. - Decided Biden-Maria.
  Together, the girls did much better. Putin-Yuliana remarked:
  - In cards, luck comes to a bright head, dexterous fingers, a calm heart!
  - And a fat wallet! Biden-Maria giggled.
  Now the girls were winning, all raising the stakes more decisively. Eventually, their opponents ran out of money and begged.
  - You are now lucky, which means you have to give us a loan.
  Putin-Yuliana shrugged her shoulders.
  - Yes, but not more than half an hour.
  The crooks changed the deck, but the presence of marked cards only made the task easier. They are easier to navigate. Winnings followed one after another, and the debt hole grew. Half an hour flew by quickly, and Putin-Yuliana said.
  - Well? It was a lot of fun with you, but we have to go.
  The croupier chuckled.
  - Come next time!
  As soon as the girls turned to the exit, the guards blocked their way, putting out their pistols. The bandit players behind them also bristled with guns. In general, nothing unexpected, but what else to expect from the gaming mafia?
  A wild roar followed:
  - Come on, paws up and all the cabbage back!
  Putin-Yuliana and Biden-Maria rushed down, avoiding bullets and performing undercuts, at the same time drawing quick-firing pistols. The girls shot at close range almost irresistibly. One limiter was the rate of fire of the design, no more than twelve rounds per second, but this was quite enough.
  The bandits managed to return fire, but by, partly even on their own. Their firing choked, and did not have time to start. After that, only fifteen corpses remained. Ambartsumyan also died, he was slammed by Putin-Yuliana.
  - Why did you do that? - Asked the blonde girl, who, of course, feels sorry for the real master of sports.
  The redhead grunted aggressively:
  - You can not leave an extra witness. You don't know yourself.
  - He was such an aesthete. Biden-Maria sighed.
  - And I got in touch with the bandits, for which I received it. In general, crime is not chocolate, you won"t start living a sweet life if you mess it up, but you"ll get obesity of the heart for sure! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana. - To each his own.
  The blonde said hopefully:
  He could still get better!
  The redhead replied angrily:
  Or raise an alarm. Here the walls are good dampen all sounds, and it is best for us to leave.
  Biden-Maria sighed heavily:
  - Another fifteen corpses.
  - Most likely, a staircase leads upstairs, of which there are skulls, and handrails are daggers! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde is clearly upset:
  - Rather, in hell! It's a clear death of all human beings!
  - Yes, we have not killed a single decent! Okay, let's go, otherwise you'll burst into tears! - Putin-Yuliana led her friend by the hand.
  - Let go, otherwise they will think that we are blue! - Biden-Maria waved it off.
  Now the girls-presidents are already tired of the bazaar, and they left it. However, they did not fail to look at the monument to the rat-frog. He was standing next to the boiler room, where the smoke went up steeply.
  - I suspect a dirty trick here. - Putin-Yuliana said in a whisper. - It's better to stick a stick.
  "Anything can be expected from this type, but if he has not advanced further than thimblers, then it is unlikely that the trap will be too sophisticated. - Said Biden-Maria.
  However, this time there was no catch, except for the money there was an artifact "Plus", which must have been lost by the last sucker. The crook himself did not sell it, perhaps because he wanted to check how much it enhances the properties.
  Having sorted their pockets, the girls moved to a large bar located in a more modern hotel. A traditional sign that threatened those who used weapons with a noose. Sounding music:
  - Volunteers are being recruited to serve in the Legion of Retribution. Only those who have experience of service in burning spots, or who have lived at least a year in the zone, are accepted. Having a criminal record doesn't matter.
  - Specific guys! Biden-Maria noted. - The Legion of Retribution is provided, apparently for punitive actions.
  - There are no natives here! So it is not known whose to suppress the riots. - Said Putin-Yuliana. "Maybe that"s the right place for us."
  The guards at the entrance tried to feel the backpacks, but the girls laughed it off and got inside. It also had its own Colosseum. It often had fights.
  - They liked this Roman word. Isn't it easier to say arena. - Said Biden-Maria.
  The redhead remarked logically:
  - They make money here!
  - We have enough of them.
  The redhead girl remarked:
  - The bartender might have something interesting. He has already eaten a mammoth on all these transactions and speculations.
  The blonde agreed.
  - Here the artifact "machine gun" would not hurt us.
  Like Vympel, the Stability group had its main bar underground. The only difference was in the police uniform. In addition, there were three bars at once, the largest one was called "Gnome". So Joseph Svanidze was supposed to be. Cool guy, with huge connections, behind the cordon. Under the sign, machine gunners, as well as a type, in an exosuit. This is already serious, it cannot be pierced by AKM, or even with a larger machine gun. And this thing costs a fortune, among other things, strengthening the muscles five times. And who hired him?
  - Wow! Such suits are too bulky and full of electronics, they keep radiation, but in the conditions of the zone they are not quite reliable! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  - And who hired him? Biden-Maria asked herself.
  The red-haired warrior shrugged her broad and muscular shoulders, unfeminine.
  - I do not know! But when there are a lot of dubious people with weapons, and ten submachine gunners are not enough.
  When the girls entered the hall and settled closer to the counter. There were not many people, too early. And this is good. You can eat and drink.
  - Us natural chacha, please! - Asked Putin-Yulian. - Also barbecues.
  - Good! Will you!
  The bartender Svanidze was sitting in a magnificent armchair, but when he saw a promising couple, he approached them.
  - You were recommended by the major!
  The girls rejoiced:
  - Yes! You know him?
  The Georgian nodded.
  - Undoubtedly! So you have stones.
  The redhead said in confusion:
  - Yes, different mostly "kulesh" and "candy".
  The bartender seemed to be pleased:
  - Come down! I have excellent connections, besides, these artifacts do not deteriorate immediately in the wild.
  The blonde said emphatically:
  - Then take it, so as not to carry them.
  The price turned out to be quite worthy; they quickly agreed, lightening the backpacks. Then they asked if Svanidze had a "machine gun".
  He shrugged.
  - This is a rare artifact. It's hard to get, I don't have one!
  The redhead glared.
  - What is there?
  The bartender answered reluctantly:
  - I can sell a couple of stones "Armor".
  Putin-Yuliana grinned:
  - Just a couple?
  He answered sincerely:
  - I left the rest of the cover for myself! There are so many who want to kill each other. Even a fighter with an exoskeleton was hired from the authorities. Such special suits can be counted on the fingers.
  The redhead, grinning, remarked:
  - We know! They're worth at least four million dollars.
  The bartender confirmed:
  - This one is even six, but believe me, it justifies itself.
  The blonde with a tigress smile asked:
  - And if you fire from "Abakan".
  The seasoned speculator chuckled.
  "Even that won't help!" It's not even titanium, but a cooler alloy.
  The red-haired girl smiled benevolently:
  - Okay, we'll take that into account! In the meantime, the armor will come down.
  The bartender said calmly:
  - I'll take five thousand from you for each stone, but in fact they cost more. Bandits are especially appreciated.
  The girls answered in chorus:
  - We understand that.
  Of course , ten thousand dollars is money, but the girls already had enough cash that they could part without regret.
  - You are rich! What if you fit girls? - Suggested Svanidze.
  - We have our own written beauties. - Answered Putin-Yuliana. Here's what we'd like to use.
  He chuckled.
  - I understand, personal prostitutes.
  Biden-Maria hastened to change the subject of conversation:
  - Who is the most important from the side of the Americans?
  The bartender readily issued:
  - Admiral John Hamilton.
  The redhead said harshly:
  - Good! And that's exactly what they're going to sleep with.
  The bartender remarked with dismay:
  - But he is very demanding and will be in the company of the leader of the Stability group, Ostap Meleshko.
  The red-haired terminator snorted contemptuously:
  - What's up with that?
  The bartender lowered his voice and confirmed:
  - They like blondes and redheads!
  Putin-Yuliana answered with a laugh:
  - That's what we have!
  - Beautiful?
  The redhead squeaked:
  - You'll see for yourself!
  - Smart!
  Biden-Maria confidently answered:
  - The professor folds against them.
  - Then you can try! Friendship with America is expensive. Svanidze rolled his eyes. - God bless the Black Sultan.
  The redhead, suppressing her anger, asked:
  - Do you hate Russians?
  The bartender honestly answered:
  - Like every Georgian, although they are just as Orthodox as we are!
  The blonde nodded with deliberate indifference.
  - Well it is clear!
  The bartender continued:
  - If your girls please them, then you can do business. They say that at the bottom of the lake, there are large reserves of oil.
  The redhead was worried.
  - Is it a rumor?
  Gruzil spoke even more quietly:
  - Not exactly geological exploration checked. Indeed, here the land is full of fabulous treasures.
  The blonde answered indifferently:
  What are we going to think about this too?
  The bartender answered logically:
  - Buy a plot of the lake, you can't go wrong! Better now before prices go up.
  Red became interested:
  - Who will sell?
  The Georgian logically remarked:
  - Ostap Meleshko and the American corporation GROZA, you can get a discount while there is a chance.
  Biden-Maria, who knew a lot and had her own plans, remarked:
  - Let's see, it is possible that the price of land here will fall.
  The bartender replied:
  - And why is that! Oil prices are rising and will continue to rise in price for a long time to come.
  The blonde terminator confidently stated:
  - Because the black sultan can take on the Americans. After all, they are not friends of the radicals either.
  The Georgian frowned.
  - Then he will be killed, and the artifacts will not help.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - We will see! If the US couldn't catch Bin Laden, then they have nothing to do against such a guy.
  The bartender croaked:
  - Let him defeat Russia first.
  - In an hour or a little later, the girls will be! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - She mentally imagined a bartender without a head or in a noose. They are very independent and proud.
  The Georgian became curious:
  - And how did you manage to carry them out?
  The redhead gave a banal answer:
  - It's our big secret.
  The bartender said softly:
  - OK! Would you like another drink!
  The blonde said emphatically:
  - Not! A couple of barbecues and out.
  Juicy fried meat melted in the mouth, the taste was unusual, but pleasant.
  - This is not one of the local mutants. - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  The bartender honestly answered:
  - Rat chicken, one of the few edible representatives of the local fauna. Very helpful.
  Red doubted:
  - Are you sure!
  The Georgian said in a hot tone:
  - In China, the rat is considered a delicacy. If you want, I'll eat!
  The blonde laughed.
  - No need! There will be generous gravy.
  - It's pineapple! - Boasted the bartender. The best of the best, also a local greenhouse.
  Putin-Yuliana vigorously declared:
  - Thank you! Looks like they don't make too much money out of mutants.
  The bartender quite logically remarked:
  - A smart Jew makes money on anti-Semitism, an industrialist on military orders, and I on mutated products.
  The red-haired girl said playfully:
  - And how do they affect potency?
  - Significantly increase! - Boasted Svanidze. - Do you know how many heifers per night?
  - Whatever it was, we'll call the figure three big! - She said, lustful in her thoughts, Putin-Yuliana.
  The "Georgians" laughed. Then the girls left the hall, walked past the Colosseum. There was a noise from there, someone was greeted.
  - Shall we go up and have a look? - Offered Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde squinted.
  - And you're interested!
  - We saw the Colosseum only in the movies, and this is a local one. - She said, a cool warrior with a red suit.
  The blonde terminator nodded.
  - Well, if so come on, you'll have to pay for viewing.
  The redhead said confidently:
  - We are poor, and after this night we will become even richer!
  - Okay, I got it! Biden-Maria nodded her painted head.
  I had to pay twenty dollars, which is relatively little for a good show. For example, more boring professional boxing costs more.
  The Colosseum was large, about half empty, but is there any way to take into account the total number of seats, then there were enough people in it. Bets were placed! The first battle was a duel between a rat wolf and a human. It was a fighter named "Pin", quite an experienced hand in killing mutants. A dense, thick-set type, though only a saber and a titanium shield are weapons. And his opponent is simply terrible, like a mangy tiger, with fangs, and a long bushy tail.
  - This is apparently the specifics of the zone: furry tails! - Biden-Maria expressed her opinion.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed:
  - Yes, the mutation most actively stimulates the tail. Why, scientists don't know.
  Who are you betting on? Biden-Maria asked.
  - To the rat wolf!
  - But he is not a favorite!
  The redhead remarked logically:
  - That's why I put it! I always choose not a favorite, but a winner.
  The stubborn blonde replied:
  - Well, fine, if that's what you want. I'm on a person, even if "Pin".
  The insidious Putin-Yuliana with sharp eyesight noted:
  "His shoulder hasn't healed yet!" You see, he came out without having healed from his wounds. Isn't it noticeable!
  Biden-Maria confidently said:
  - All the same it is necessary to root for the person. After all, our purpose is to serve people.
  The red-haired warrior agreed only partially:
  - It's your business, but don't bet more than a thousand on the Pin. You will lose money.
  The blonde remarked logically:
  - In my opinion, with all the numerous abilities to predict the future, we do not know how.
  - Alas! This is true! But we can predict, based on who walks and moves how. So ten thousand for a ratwolf! - Shouted Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria bet a thousand. Looking at the view of the "Spike" she herself had doubts.
  A signal sounded, the warriors approached. The rat wolf, as usual with mutants, especially hungry ones, attacked immediately, without any system. He rushed and gnashed his teeth, trying to gnaw something out. The pin stepped back gracefully and slapped the mutant in the face. Nevertheless, he really moved heavily, and the beast slashed his pant leg with a fingernail, blood dripped.
  - Like this! What claws does he have? - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  But no brains. A lack of strength can compensate for an excess of intelligence, but no excess of strength can compensate for a lack of intelligence! Biden-Maria noted.
  The redhead disagreed.
  - Sounds logical, but not in this case.
  The ratwolf tried to attack again, jumping wildly. He managed to knock the Pin off his feet, but he almost ripped the creature's belly open. However, she was able to knock down a modern gladiator, glaring at his arm. The pin tried to cover himself with a shield, pushed back his mouth a little, but his skin gnawed through, blood poured out more strongly. This provoked the beast even more, he knocked out the saber from his hands, and grabbed the gladiator's chest. He dodged, broke through to his saber. Teeth sank into his side, pulling out a piece of meat.
  Only a desperate effort of will did not allow the Pin to lose consciousness.
  - I will live! he shouted.
  The beast hit him in the throat, then the teeth sank into his stomach. Then, with a desperate effort, the gladiator reached for his saber. He grabbed her and poked her in the eye. The crazed creature, instead of recoiling, went forward and pushed itself through, piercing the brains with the blade. At the moment, the pin's exhausted hand fell, and he fell silent. The monster and the man lay together and did not move. They were approached by four thugs in protective suits. They poked the device, a man, and then the beast in the chest. There was a conclusion:
  Both are dead! Not a single bet played: the money is returned back, except for the traditional ten percent fee in favor of the institution.
  - I'll kill them! - Putin-Yuliana gnashed her teeth.
  - Do not do it this way! They don't deserve it! Biden-Maria answered.
  - No, well, here they specifically put on shoes! - Said the red-haired girl. "Maybe I can get into the damn arena myself.
  The blonde said carefully.
  - Don't rush, learn the rules!
  Estimating her abilities, the redhead remarked:
  "We'll still win, won't we?"
  -Talent can replace a lack of education, but no education can replace a lack of talent! - Said Biden-Maria, but, nevertheless, polishing does not hurt.
  - A diamond is a gem without polishing, but no polishing will turn coal into a diamond! - objected Putin-Yuliana.
  New announcement follows!
  - And now we will have a duel! Two dashing guys, having AKM with two clips, will solve their dispute. It seems impossible to agree otherwise.
  The audience cheered in approval.
  - These are the guys Sperm Whale and Bottle. Place your bets gentlemen.
  The sperm whale seems to have had a reputation for being a scumbag. Everything was put on him. The bottle looked more like a drunkard and naturally was not in favor. Putin-Yuliana just said.
  - Sperm whale tail, break the bottle.
  Biden-Maria agreed:
  - Most likely, it will be so!
  - So let's bet on the Sperm Whale.
  The blonde replied:
  - Look at his animal eyes! Look disgusting! I'd rather bet on the bottle.
  The red-haired warrior laughed.
  - You'll lose money. However, we still won"t be able to earn money, so we"ll do without bets.
  - Yes, even so. Conscience will be calmer! Maria Biden said.
  After the bets were made, the opponents went in different directions, choosing a dueling square surrounded by armored glass so that a stray bullet would not kill any of the guests. The space between them is littered with logs, sawn stumps, boxes to make the fight longer and more unpredictable.
  The sperm whale took out a machine gun and lay down like a beast in ambush. The bottle was nervous, now and then looked back and crawled up, jerkily. The sperm whale ignored all this, clearly heard the movement, slightly approached the enemy. Then, as an obvious killer, he let the enemy get closer, shot him through the arm, knocking out the machine gun. The audience howled:
  - Beat him!
  Kashalotov slowly shot his partner. Then he lowered his pants and began to urinate into the corpse. It was so outrageous that Biden-Maria jumped up from her seat!
  - Bastard! I challenge you! she screamed.
  The joyful leader shouted:
  - We have a new duelist! No need for names enough to drive. Say what you need!
  - I'll tear his balls off! Biden-Maria shouted menacingly.
  - Good! They will give you a machine gun and let you fight.
  The blonde terminator confidently stated:
  - I don't need a machine gun, I'll kill him with my bare hands.
  The host was even more pleased:
  - Only a condition! Both of you will be in the same camouflage, without armor and artifacts, to be fair!
  - I agree! - Biden-Maria nodded.
  - Like your "klikuha".
  The blonde barked:
  - Condor!
  - Let's write it down! If you die, you will be buried in the zone. Unless, of course, you pay tax.
  - Don't think about it! Biden-Maria, who knows her strength, answered rudely. - Bury him!
  "Then let"s all get along!" And the rest place bets.
  Despite the determination of the girl, Kashalot was still the favorite. Almost everyone bet on him except for a few young men, and two boys. Yes, three more girls. The rest apparently decided that an experienced killer could cope with a little-known upstart. Yes, even without weapons! Naturally, Putin-Yuliana made a big bet on her girlfriend.
  Biden-Maria took off the armor and protection stones. There was a danger that they would be dragged off, but in this case they would cope with Putin-Yuliana, they would put down a team, or rather a gang. The blonde girl was as calm as a fox chasing a hare. But the Sperm Whale was clearly nervous. There are many tough people among the inhabitants of the zone, and this one himself asked for a duel. Yes, even after such a convincing massacre. Maybe some SWAT officer? The only thing that reassured me was that it was a Caucasian. And it is known that these people are hot, inclined to overestimate their strength.
  They parted ways. The sperm whale shouted:
  - And I will not only urinate on you, but also fuck you in front of everyone.
  You've already signed your verdict! - The blonde girl answered.
  The sperm whale froze in ambush with an AKM in his hands. He understood, or rather, expected that his ardent opponent would trample on the rampage himself. So it can be heard and shot. Biden-Maria moved around, silently like a cat behind a mouse. She knew all the tactical tricks of the enemy and did not want to delay. Approaching, she grabbed a log and launched it at the enemy, knocking out the machine gun and crippling her hand. He flew off, not having time to give a turn. Then Biden-Maria twisted his injured arm, lifted it up and threw it on the logs. He groaned. The blonde girl picked him up and threw him three times, with a swing at the logs, breaking his bones. The good Biden Maria was possessed by a demon. When her opponent fell silent, she ripped out his dignity along with the balls with a sharp movement.
  What he deserved, he got. - Said the fearless warrior. - I always keep my promises.
  The silent four jumped into the arena. They checked the sperm whale.
  - He is dead! Died of shock. - There was a conclusion.
  The crowd shouted:
  - More! Come on new! We want blood! - They squealed. Even those who lost rejoiced in death.
  Biden-Maria turned to face them, tilting her head, and raised her hands:
  "I will fight any of you who come down and risk fighting to the death.
  Those wishing, which is quite natural, were not found. Someone else's death is fun, but your heart bursts from your own death, and your soul goes to your heels! Biden-Maria took armor, stones, received a win and a prize. In addition, the girls made a lot of money on the sweepstakes.
  - And they say that money is like dirt, it sticks only to unwashed hands. - Putin-Yuliana said. - And we made a profit.
  - You can't drink skill. Now let's get out of here. It's disgusting here! Biden-Maria answered with a frown.
  - On the contrary, it's fun! But okay, first things first. And then the bartender was waiting for our girlfriends. - Agreed Putin-Yuliana.
  The girls went to the exit, applauding along the way, and one boy put flowers in Biden-Maria's hands.
  - Here's to you as a prince in response to victory! - A little clumsily he said. There was a German accent in her voice.
  Putin-Yuliana and Biden-Maria left the Colosseum in high spirits. They even jumped a little. Now they were being followed, and had to dodge a little to bring down the curious. The girls stopped and climbed behind the screen.
  We can finally take on our true form. You know how tired it is to wear someone else's disguise. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria sincerely said:
  - I liked being a man. You feel strong and no one bothers.
  The red-haired warrior found it necessary to object:
  - So it's boring, I missed the male attention. In addition, it is interesting to feel like a prostitute, a fallen woman. What, it is to be given for money, and, moreover, without knowing what kind of client you will have.
  The religious blonde shook her head.
  - Terrible!
  Putin-Yuliana, as always, objected:
  - No romantic! Men are so different, pleasant and mysterious! And what to feel a touch to their rough and gentle bodies. Here you try, doesn't the pungent smell of their sweat turn you on?
  Biden-Maria laughed in response:
  - Something! There is! Strangely, my sensitive nose is not irritated by the stench. And when she crawled up to the victim lying in an ambush, this Sperm Whale from him burst with adrenaline.
  The redhead laughed too.
  - He was very afraid of you! But such a man is usually very strong in bed.
  The blonde readily agreed, especially since she has the memory of a woman:
  - Probably! I theoretically know that a woman needs more time to satisfy than a man, and the longer the sexual intercourse lasts, the more powerful orgasm she experiences!
  Putin-Yuliana chuckled:
  Do you even know what an orgasm is?
  Biden-Maria blurted out:
  - In theory!
  The red-haired warrior said with sincere indignation:
  - Unhappy! How much have you lost. Yes, you know how wonderful it is. And I don"t understand at all how, with such a royal appearance as yours, you can remain a virgin.
  The blonde answered honestly:
  - I thought it was a sin to make love outside of marriage. Therefore, I politely rebuffed the special forces guarding me. One of them, apparently a conscript, suffered so much that I allowed him to look at me in a bathing suit, and after that he relieved himself with his hands. In general, soldiers in the army suffer very much without sex, and I believe that brothels can be organized.
  - Yes, it was in the German army! And I must say that the discipline has grown. And in the modern Israeli army: once a week, boys and girls are required to spend the night in the same barracks, giving each other the warmth of their bodies. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  "Jews are smart people, especially those who ignore the Talmud and Torah." Biden-Maria agreed.
  - And the Russians are those who do not believe in the Bible! - Pinned Putin-Yulian.
  - You know, do not raise your tongue to the sacred! - Said Biden-Maria.
  The redhead remarked rationally:
  - So you yourself do not respect Judaism, but demand respect for Christianity. Where is the sequence?
  The blond woman answered with captivating sincerity:
  You will know them by their fruits! Genuine Christianity brought only goodness, light and morality. As for the Inquisition, the Crusades, indulgences, it was the Catholics who perverted the ideas of Christ.
  The red-haired warrior objected with fervor:
  - In the Middle Ages, it was the Orthodox monks who invented water torture, there were executions, they also burned witches, persecuted the Old Believers and Protestants. Do not assume that only Catholicism was cruel.
  The blonde with a sigh confirmed:
  "Times were so cruel then! Yes, I even remember in the film Mikhailo Lomonosov: the prince of the church said that he had his own rack in the basement! But understand it is impossible to keep order without torture. For the same Baptists, the ancestors in the USA hanged the one who missed the Sunday service three times. And now Baptists even refuse to take an oath - they do not accept violence. Everything changes and progress reveals more of the goodness and light of religion. Biden-Maria said breathlessly.
  - Of all forms of fanaticism, religious is the most irrational and selfish, so directed primarily to achieve personal immortality! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde replied vigorously.
  - You are not right! After all, I am trying to get you baptized in Orthodoxy and believe in Christ as your personal savior. Then you will have eternal life!
  - Well, I do not! I prefer the multi-hyperplasmic immortality described in the novel "The Temptation of God". - Said Putin-Yuliana. - Atheism itself provides that a person is the most intelligent creature in the universe, which means that he will acquire the abilities of God. In any case, it must develop to such an extent as to subdue nature, otherwise it will not survive. Man must become superhuman in order to survive as a species.
  Biden Maria sighed.
  - A saint will not come out of you, as, apparently, and from me! Living with the stigma of being a killer is hard.
  The redhead giggled.
  - And now also adulteresses!
  The blonde waved her hand dismissively.
  - OK! If you dive into Hell, then with your head.
  The girls decided not to go too far, dressed in the style of successful farters: there is no point in explicitly emphasizing that they are prostitutes. They loosened their hair over their hair, they were very thick, wavy, they were real decorations for ladies. Blonde and redhead look sexy. Putin-Yuliana kissed her partner on the lips and asked:
  - Well, how?
  - You smell good. Biden-Maria answered.
  - And if so! - The language of Putin-Yuliana entered the girl's mouth, tickled her cheek, walked through her teeth. He was very strong and obsessive, warmed and teased at the same time. Biden-Maria was wonderfully pleased, it felt like honey was flowing down her throat and tickled sweetly. The girl groaned, their tongues intertwined, how nice it is to feel the touch of a young female body. Biden-Maria gradually went crazy, but she felt especially good when skillful hands covered her nipples. Ruby shiny, they shimmered, scratching with an elastic point. Biden-Maria groaned as she felt her tongue slip out of her mouth and touch her swollen breasts. It was also very pleasant for Putin-Yuliana, what tender and elastic skin Biden-Maria has, it smells so good. They do not even need perfume, even sweating perfect bodies, reminiscent of the scent of carnations. Perhaps this is because plant genes have been introduced into them. The girls were having fun, blissfully, but then Putin-Yuliana interrupted the lesson:
  - Not! Saint, you must experience your first orgasm with a man. Because so do I!
  Biden-Maria was embarrassed:
  - But do they have such perfect bodies as ours!
  The redhead retorted vigorously:
  - But men's! And that means strong and masty. In principle, that's what I decided, let's go, and try not to lose face. I allow you to break a little: on the contrary, it will be useful for men, they love touchy people. And now to the bar!
  The girls, having hidden their weapons and equipment in a safe and at the same time accessible place, cheerfully walked along the street. In general, without guns you feel almost naked, but you are confused: they should not be armed.
  So they walked past the guards. The guys-thugs hatched on them, and their hands briskly climbed to their chests.
  - Five hundred bucks soldiers, and then half an hour for any fantasies.
  - You are strong! And apparently temperamental! - They said.
   Biden-Maria felt her breasts bashfully swell and blushed a little:
  - And from me a piece for half an hour!
  The soldiers were outraged:
  - Why so many?
  - I am blond!
  The soldiers giggled.
  - And how much for a blowjob!
  - Also a thing! - She declared, involuntarily licking her lips and feeling the desire to try the sweet Biden-Maria.
  - So can we make up? The guard suggested. - Painfully good girls.
  The guards supported
  - Of course, it will be just right!
  Biden-Maria shook her head negatively.
  - We are in a hurry, we have a meeting with the powers that be. And it's not good if they feel your seed when they kiss.
  - So rinse your mouth! - Said the officer. - Nobody will know.
  - Next time boys. Maybe we'll even give you a discount. - Answered Putin-Yuliana. - And as for, they won"t find out, you yourself will spill the beans while drinking.
  Girls passed by sexually horny guys. On the way, they were molested three times, they even had to move the rapist between his legs. The bearded guy has completely blacked out, being half dead.
  - Don't bother girls.
  The girls entered the hall: there were much more people and went up to the counter.
  We'll have a Bloody Mary cocktail! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - With ice? - Asked the employee.
  - Not with an iceberg! - The girl answered.
  Cool drink: half alcohol, the second tomato juice warmed the bellies. The bartender came up to them and shoved a cigar into their hands.
  - Havana cigarettes of the highest grade! - He said.
  - Can!
  The camouflage did not hide the ideal, only, perhaps, overly athletic figures.
  The Georgian was pleased:
  You are such wonderful thieves. Hopefully experienced.
  - We all know! - Said, grinning Putin-Yuliana.
  Knowing is not enough, you need to apply. But you are dressed as soldiers, not whores.
  The redhead logically suggested:
  - I think that John Hamilton and Ostap Meleshko will like them just like that.
  - Not excluded! A fairy tale in a militaristic way. - Iosif Svanidze took out a "mobile phone" and said something in thieves' jargon. Then he laughed.
  . CHAPTER #10
  The girls tried not to show that they wanted to tear the face of Caucasian nationality with their bare feet.
  I heard his juicy bass:
  - In general, women-terminators, John Hamilton has a wrestling girl. If she's not afraid, let her fight. Only in this case, the admiral will agree to pay the Caucasian whore.
  We are Slavs. You can call us Love and Kindness! - Answered Putin-Yuliana. - Right, I say Weasel?
  - Partly so Love, but we don"t really understand wrestling, it seems that this is such a show. Biden-Maria began.
  - Fighting show! - Interrupted Svanidze. - However, then he may take pity on you.
  - Or we're over it! - Putin-Yuliana showed her tongue.
  The girls were cheerful, they drank a little more. Then the bartender got a call, he answered with a chipped smile:
  - Now they will come for you!
  - Look forward to! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - My virgin body languish! - Flirted, twisting Biden-Maria's hips.
  The bartender was very pleased:
  - Okay, I see you are very temperamental. And at the expense of intelligence, can you tell, for example, about the Punic Wars?
  Biden-Maria chattered:
  - Certainly! During the first war, Rome conquered Sicily and Sardinia from Carthage. Surprise helped the Romans achieve success. As the commander said: if my tunic could talk, I would burn it.
  The bandit grinned.
  It's good that you are so knowledgeable! About Alexander the Great.
  This time Putin-Yuliana whistled:
  - Well, many people know about him because a blockbuster film was released, so there is nothing to surprise here!
  Three people entered the bar, a tall captain who looked like a Chinese with narrow eyes, and two immense Africans, at least two meters tall and weighing one hundred and fifty. Shoulders wide you can"t say anything, the form is ready to burst!
  - These whores? - Asked the captain.
  Yes, they are at your service.
  - Went! - Huge Africans tried to grab the girls by the arms and almost fell swaying.
  - Well, where are you dressed up! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - Behave like a gentleman.
  The captain shouted at the blacks:
  - It's good to paw, hands at the seams. And you follow me.
  The girls, accompanied by an escort and under the caustic jokes of the visitors, left the Gnome bar. They were taken to a special hotel, apparently recently built for the richest tourists. Naturally , in ancient Chernobyl, and even in Soviet times, this was not the case. They were put into a luxurious Lincoln and had a little ride around the city. In the cabin, the Africans again began to paw the girls.
  Biden-Maria threw off her hands, but Putin-Yuliana allowed her breasts to be felt. Still, what is it like to feel the touch of a black hand. Although he pawed roughly, his chest swelled and hardened, it became even more pleasant. So she melted at the touch. The African wanted to stick his fingers between his legs, as they arrived and the girls had to go out.
  The US Marines were already at the entrance. They saluted the captain, accompanying the beauties with silly smiles. Then I had to climb the stairs, tapping my boots on the carpet. There are a lot of guards, and at the exit the type in the exoskeleton is also a pretty monster.
  Putin-Yuliana joyfully exclaimed:
  - Wow, he even has horns!
  - They're flamethrowers! - The captain said boastfully. - Throw out the flame.
  "Not the best weapon, a machine gun, or rather a machine gun is more practical!" Biden-Maria noted. - And even better grenade launcher!
  - Probably! I should think! The menacing exoskeleton saluted.
  - That would be more polite.
  The female presidents entered the hall. And ended up in a luxurious multi-room suite of a grand hotel. Previously, such Biden-Maria, in her false memory, saw only in the cinema.
  - The blonde will be me! - I heard a low deep voice. - Redhead Ostap Meleshko.
  - Let's listen! - Girls divorced.
  Biden-Maria entered the room, the semi-naked African adjutant ordered.
  - Take a bath!
  The blonde girl was confused:
  - Just like that, get out of the room.
  In response, a wild roar;
  - No, whore! I'll make sure you wash yourself thoroughly, and maybe even rub your back.
  With him moved two more young soldiers, one Indian, the other swarthy Polynesian. In general, a very motley company - the melting pot of the United States.
  Biden-Maria was very ashamed to undress in the presence of unfamiliar men. But, on the other hand, she was used to her infancy being carefully examined, so she was no stranger to male gazes. Only now they examine her painfully frankly and carnivorously. She slowly took off her camouflage, then her boots, baring her legs, then her pants. The adjutants hissed and even pointed fingers at her.
  Left in only panties and a bra, the girl blushed, began to dance, as if performing a striptease. Three hefty fighters howled, trying to grab her bare, graceful legs.
  - Oh, what are you! - In English, they purred.
  - This is so cool! - The girl answered.
  She took off her bra slowly, twisting and bouncing. First she exposed the right scarlet nipple, then the left. And it turned her on terribly! Finally freed, she shook her full bust, such a breast is able to feed the heroes and give pleasure.
  She walked on her toes and began to take off her panties. She did it smoothly, twisting her tanned ass.
  The warriors were dismayed. They even began to scream and clap their hands.
  After that, Biden-Maria plunged into the water. She even washed herself superbly, drenched in several expensive shampoos. Everything looked so erotic that the adjutants whined like hungry dogs. The older African did rub her back, his black hands evoking a blissful sensation. At the same time, Biden-Maria was disgusted, she understood that it was a sin to dance naked in front of men. Is it to commit the sin of adultery to give yourself to a person you do not love outside of marriage? However, after the murders: all this no longer seemed so terrible. The thought calmed me: I am doing all this not for the sake of the lust of the flesh, but I am fulfilling the task of the Motherland.
  After washing, she felt lighter, the tension subsided. So she stood shiny, with embossed tiled body muscles. Gorgeous and formidable, attractive and frightening.
  - You must be the world champion in fitness. The African was surprised. - Marvelous drawing and not a drop of water or fat.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Yes, I am! Irresistible and tough.
  The African handed her the clothes.
  - This is the outfit of a professional stripper, you will dance in front of the admiral. He loves like you.
  Oddly enough, but, dressed in a dress, and even fluttering in high heels, Biden-Maria felt like an even more whore than when she was naked.
  Walking in shoes is not very comfortable! This is where you can crash. Running barefoot on sharp stones is much more pleasant. And here you are so clumsy.
  Yes, I'm on stilts.
  Nevertheless, the girl walked and did not crash. She entered a large hall with video equipment. It looks like she was filmed.
  And here is Admiral John Hamilton himself. Also an African American, similar to Colen Powell, only, perhaps, more. Looks fun.
  - Madam Laska came, she brought chocolate! - Admiral said playfully.
  - I'm at your service, Mr. Hamilton! The girl said and bowed.
  - Fine! Now dance for me as I do for you! Hamilton stated.
  Biden-Maria timidly asked:
  - Will you dance?
  And almost got caught in a high heel.
  In response, a wild roar:
  - Not! Too much honor! But I liked what you did in the bathroom.
  So give me a revealing dance.
  Biden-Maria sighed and began to dance, gradually freeing herself from the toilet accessories. On the one hand, it seemed to her an adventure that tickled her nerves, and on the other, it was rather disgusting. The girl could not decide what was more of her own lust or the desire to outplay her partner.
  With great relief, she kicked off her long-heeled shoes, tossing them higher. So they hung on a crystal chandelier.
  - Bravo! Hamilton said. - Very clever.
  Blissfully, barefoot, the girl, playing with her muscular elastic booty, freed herself from her panties, walked completely naked on her hands, did somersaults and bowed to the admiral.
  - I am at your service.
  Whine in response:
  - Fine! You know that sex is associated with violence.
  The blonde enthusiastically picked up:
  - There is such! Some suspect that sex is the big brother of violence, or sister.
  Admiral about gurgled:
  - Love differs from rape only in the form of payment - payment in kind for the last action! Do you want fifteen thousand dollars?
  The girl nodded.
  - Not against.
  Hamilton croaked:
  - Then try to beat the wrestling "Killer". If you win, you will have fifteen thousand dollars, a good fee for a novice fighter. And you lose free treatment at the sea hospital.
  Stamping her bare, tanned, graceful and muscular leg, Biden-Maria confidently said:
  - What am I ready for?
  - Brave girl. - The killer is waiting for you!
  At his call, a woman jumped out from around the corner. Quite figured, tall under two meters. And the weight of a kilogram is one hundred and twenty no less.
   Biden-Maria, on the other hand, weighed no more than eighty, although she was built, perhaps, better. The biceps of the "Killer" wrestler were not naturally large, she was apparently in full swing, taking anabolics. Even the voice was low like a man's. A face with a scorpion tattoo, a terrible type.
  - I'll tear your legs and break your arms! she screeched. We will build dominoes from your ribs.
  - Can you vomit wine? - Biden-Maria pinned.
  As is customary in wrestling, the killer diva rushed to the victim. She is in a special tight-fitting suit and boots. Biden-Maria is completely naked and young. However, he easily outpaced the wrestler and gave a soft punch to the face. Although the girl did not beat at full strength, a bruise immediately spread.
  - You have an asymmetrical face. - She explained. - I had to straighten it out.
  The wrestling tried to kick back. Barefoot Biden-Maria decided to play along a little by taking a hard boot on her steel press. She bounced back a little, keeping her smile.
  - Weak hit! - The girl teased the rival.
  - You still won't get it. Threatened by the killer. - She tried to get the opponent with her elbow, but she met her with a click in the forehead, knocking out a bump. In general, the beautiful Biden-Maria played with her, otherwise she would simply prick her eyes or solar plexus. So what if her opponent is a wrestling champion according to some version and just a healthy woman. Russian special forces are second to none and the girls are the best of the best.
  - I'll fuck you with a chair! - Shouted "Killer".
  - Over your head! Biden-Maria answered.
  The girl, seizing the moment, punched her under the knee. I took a punch in the face, well, let there be a little redness so even beautiful. In response, we will break the nose so that red blood flows thicker.
  - Well, how pleased you are! Biden-Maria asked mockingly.
  He missed a blow to the chest, but immediately performed a low kick, forcing one hundred and twenty kilograms to crash.
  - I love you! - The killer wheezed. Fantasy exhausted, it's hard to figure out what to do with such impudence.
  The girl continued to play, sometimes, of course, deliberately skipping blows and hitting back. Not so to knock out, but only to anger and intensify the shedding of blood.
  Admiral Hamilton laughed heartily. It's funny when such almost naked women fight, and even so much blood.
  Biden-Maria allowed herself to be grabbed and thrown to the floor. Her opponent rushed from above and, having received a sweep, flew over her head, crashing back into a column.
  The "Killer" rose with difficulty, staggered with a limp.
  Then Biden-Maria grabbed her by the hair, lifted her on her head and threw her to the floor. She twitched and whimpered. The next move was the bomb. You put the enemy's head between your legs, you raise it by the stomach. Flip it over and throw it on your back. Repulses capitally!
  - Wow! I see you have decent wrestling skills. - Said the admiral.
  - A woman should be able to do everything! Biden-Maria answered.
  The next technique was the "pile", this is when you hit your partner with your head on the floor. An amazing blow, one of the most insidious in wrestling. After him, the killer practically stopped moving. Biden-Maria put her down and roundabout, kicked her ankle, crushing her jaw. The killer fell, spreading her limbs. She put her foot on her chest and counted to three.
  - Bravo! - Said the admiral. - This is amazing. You could make millions in wrestling.
  - Very much even can be! But it's not particularly safe! Biden-Maria noted.
  - So you're not okay either. Prostitution is a dangerous business. - Noticed the admiral. - In addition to AIDS, in particular, you can run into blackmailers.
  The blonde girl laughed.
  - Well, it threatens you, there is nothing to blackmail a prostitute with.
  Hamilton logically remarked:
  - How to say the mafia will find what to attract. And with us you will be under full protection. The army will protect chastity.
  Biden-Maria noted with excitement:
  - Hope! In general, I don"t understand what such a magnificent ship is doing in this trough.
  The admiral proudly said:
  - Our super-destroyer! Oh yes, it is almost as good as a cruiser, such power that can sweep away or protect everything and everything!
  The girl was surprised:
  - But there is no one to fight with!
  Hamilton pouted:
  - How not with anyone! The zone borders on Russia.
  Biden-Maria issued:
  The Russians are our allies!
  The admiral replied with a smirk:
  - Where did you get it! We have always, at all times been competitors. They competed fiercely for spheres of influence. And it is not fair at all that one people controls so many rich lands and resources.
  The blonde girl replied:
  - How to say! Australia is also a large and sparsely populated area.
  Hamilton waved his fist in annoyance.
  - But it does not prevent us from investing capital there and getting richer. You can invest in Russia, but the return is not as great as you would like.
  - You will not fight with it anyway because of the presence of nuclear weapons.
  The Admiral agreed:
  - You're a smart girl. But at the moment we are conducting secret tests.
  Barefoot girl Biden-Maria became curious:
  - And what?
  Hamilton's voice became much rougher:
  - A military secret! I wasn't born yesterday to give information to the first prostitute I came across. Moreover, your dexterity suggests whether you have undergone special training in the FSB.
  Biden-Maria was in perfect control of herself:
  - Nonsense Russian bone-breakers and chauvinists! Will they be able to teach a lady true grace.
  - In any case, I want your pleasure. Come slowly towards me.
  The muscular African American was already half-naked, then dropped his pants. Yes, it was clear how swollen dignity was rushing from under the shorts. And big like many Africans. Biden-Mary was both scary and exciting at the same time. Then I remembered that the deprivation of virginity - it hurts. In some countries, professional surgeons even do this so that the girl avoids problems.
  The admiral beckoned her by the olive leg.
  - You have a good tan, despite the winter. - The hand walked along the ankle, began to knead the fingers, tickled the foot.
  - You have it tough, like a professional karateka, but not broken. Just some kind of sculpture, as if it was sculpted by the ancient Greeks. Overall a great leg. - The admiral gently kissed the foot, and began to massage it, Biden-Maria moaned voluptuously.
  - It is so pleasant!
  - And what did you want! Full contact. I can't even do that.
  The admiral was not a rude rapist, he knew how to turn women on. His movements, dexterous and skillful, inflamed desire. In addition, like all martinets, he respected strength, and the girl who ended up in his arms is simply the embodiment of bodily
  Relics. And who you respect, that you love!
  Skillful caresses gradually turned on Biden-Maria, she became more and more excited and moaned. Especially when a strong tongue began to fiddle with her sweet ruby nipples.
  - You have such delicious skin! - Said the admiral. - Just a miracle.
  - Yes, and you're not bad! Although many women are afraid of African Americans.
  Hamilton laughed.
  - And absolutely in vain! We are the same people as the rest. Moreover, according to the theory of evolution, the first man appeared in Africa. This is the opinion of all reputable scientists.
  Biden-Maria not quite confidently objected:
  - Not! The first people Adam and Eve. They were created by the Most High God as immortal beings, and then they were defiled by sin.
  The Admiral grinned.
  So are you a believer?
  The blonde confidently answered:
  - Yes!
  Roar in response:
  - Became a whore who is crazy about the touch of a strange man.
  The girl burst into tears, her bitter tears dripping onto Hamilton's smooth chest. He began to comfort her, stroking her marvelous hair.
  - Well, you don't have to kill yourself like that! After all, Jesus Christ forgave the fallen Magdalene. Yes, and I'm a sinner too, I'm cheating on my wife with you.
  Biden-Maria weepingly replied:
  - It's different for men!
  The admiral spoke casually:
  - All the same in a hell! So don't get carried away! Maybe you're still a virgin?
  - Yes!
  Hamilton was visibly surprised.
  - But you look about twenty years old, and such an irresistible figure, there is no such thing, cannot be?
  Biden-Maria answered with a sigh:
  - Alas! This is the only thing I have left. The body of a virgin, but the soul of a whore.
  The admiral confidently answered:
  - So give it to me. I am one of the toughest soldiers in the invincible American army.
  The blonde girl sarcastically noted, forgetting that she herself was the president of the United States, baring her teeth, she asked:
  - Have you won at least one war yourself?
  The black giant was surprised:
  - Like yourself!
  Biden-Maria sarcastically remarked:
  - Well, you fought in the coalition in the first and second world wars, and in Vietnam you were beaten.
  The admiral puffed out:
  - In Iraq they whitened themselves!
  The blonde squeaked at this.
  - But now you are being pushed out of there! I am not saying that the Arabs are stronger, but it is difficult to find an antidote against guerrilla warfare.
  - Enough about it! Find peace of mind in my arms. - The admiral drew the girl to him, began to kiss with force. His tension was evident, his readiness to take possession of the young flesh. But Biden-Maria lost all voluptuous excitement, she felt bitterness and humiliation. In addition, to give her virginity not to her beloved Russian guy, but to a black lustful American goat is beyond her mental strength. The girl threw away his greedy hands, from the touch of which she had recently been blissful. He was surprised:
  What do you want to break!
  The quick-witted Biden-Maria understood that she was on the verge of failure and asked.
  - Shall we have some whiskey?
  - No more than a glass! Hamilton answered. - Negatively affects potency.
  The adjutant brought them with ice. Whiskey, apparently, was expensive, orange.
  - On, drink! - Said the admiral.
  The blonde girl only took a sip of her glass, and her cartridge drank in one gulp.
  - It's ridiculous.
  Biden-Maria brought her face closer: bend to bend, kissed him on burgundy lips, wrapped her arms around him. Then she pricked her neck with her index finger. A microampule with hypertrinocymylin was sewn under the nail. It was one of the last, having developed in the laboratories of the FSB. He acted a hundred times stronger than the truth serum and at the same time much more effective, most importantly, the Americans did not have time to develop antidotes against him.
  The admiral's eyes became deep, now the most important thing is to choose the right arrangement of questions.
  The blonde warrior whispered:
  - I'm like a father in confession!
  Biden-Maria asked, the admiral answered as usual.
  - Do you have a stone that enhances the properties of weapons.
  - Yes, there are!
  The blonde insisted:
  - How many of these stones are in service with the US Army?
  - I do not know! Only those that are here.
  - The number of them!
  The admiral replied in a wooden voice:
  - Seven stones!
  Biden-Maria stepped up the pressure:
  - Report all their main characteristics.
  The voice continued to creak:
  - The first two are capable of enhancing the properties of Stinger missiles. Dramatically accelerate about six times the speed of the rocket. In addition, they increase the accuracy of aiming and make all types of anti-missile traps powerless.
  The blonde continued:
  - That's great - go ahead!
  - Two more stones approximately double the stability of armor, both tank and helicopter. A significant drawback is that they all quickly lose their properties outside the zone.
  - This is the sore spot of all artifacts. List other properties.
  - Fifth stone, miracle. Able to create oil from ordinary biomass and water. There would be no prices, but outside the zone, it almost immediately lost its properties, and when it was returned, it is restored with great difficulty. We won't take any more risks.
  Words and poured out of the admiral.
  - The next two stones.
  - One accelerates jet planes, the other has no known properties, except that it absorbs and reduces radiation.
  - The latter is valuable in the zone!
  - Yes!
  - Now tell me more about where it is.
  The admiral revealed the secret of the stones. Some were on the destroyer "Alligator", others were the headquarters of the "Stability" grouping. In addition, there were more than a hundred stingers and two Ambrams tanks on board the American ship. They were planned to be tested for strength after being improved with the help of artifacts. In general, the US plans are ambitious as always, in particular, the creation of its own laboratory for the synthesis of such stones. The task, to be sure, is a serious one. Even a whole research institute is already working on studying the phenomenon of the zone. Scientists write dissertations. They are developing biological weapons, they also had an artifact that caused the mutation of poisons, increasing their toxicity. So they stole it, they suspect the FSB and the black sultan in the first place.
  Biden-Maria shivered, if the terrorists take advantage of this, how many people will die. Maybe even half of Moscow, hundreds of thousands of corpses. Vivid imagination painted the Apocalypse.
  - But the most tempting thing is to find artifacts that affect plasmokinesis that can enhance or vice versa slow down and stop the nuclear reaction. - Said the admiral. - Control over an atomic reaction is power over the world. Then the arrogant Russia, together with its riches, will be subdued. Here even the Chinese became interested in this, sent their delegation. Their agents work secretly. The DPRK does not stand still, but the Koreans do not have enough financial resources. Iran is also moving, so NATO strives here, to gain a stronger foothold.
  - Ukraine is our breadbasket! We will not leave her! - Said the admiral. Biden-Maria said insinuatingly:
  - It's interesting, but where can be artifacts that affect the nuclear reaction.
  Gurgling in response:
  - Plasmokinesis is power! Most likely at the station itself. But she is at the bottom of the lake, and to be in a curved space, as if she is, and as if she is not.
  The blonde was surprised
  - What is it like?
  The black man hissed:
  - Does not exist in a specific three-dimensional space. We have already used a small submarine "Paton", she scanned the bottom, but as soon as she got close to the nuclear power plant, she began to drift like that. In addition, drill fish appeared, they are able to gnaw through titanium, they sank one of our submarines.
  The girl exclaimed:
  - Wow, fish like torpedoes!
  The admiral explained with fervor:
  - There are a lot of mutants! Some are edible and others are not. But what about crystal squid. These are generally creepy creatures, not their protein component, but sulfur and calcium. We found our way to drive them away with ultrasound, but it doesn"t take anything.
  The blonde nodded in understanding.
  - Understandably! What can you do with a monster.
  - Even a Russian submarine was sunk. They delivered it with the help of the Mammoth transport aircraft. So the squid managed to devour it. A special acid is produced, titanium dissolves.
  - This is too much! But at the expense of ultrasound, remember.
  - Only the frequency is not lower than one hundred and fifty thousand vibrations per second, otherwise it will not work.
  - Learn that too!
  Clever Biden-Maria, of course, made sure that she was not overheard, throwing a shoe broke a bug with a micro-camera on a chandelier, and the girl broke off another device during a fight. Now she remembered, all the information was so interesting that it was already possible to count on the order. The girl asked a couple dozen more questions. One about his wife, she turned out to be white, though a brunette. Word for word, and Biden-Maria decided that it was necessary to kill the admiral only when absolutely necessary. Though even though he wouldn't remember anything about the conversation, physical elimination was more acceptable.
  The girl patted the African American's shaved face and said.
  - Now we need to bring the required artifacts here.
  The admiral hissed:
  - Including from the ship. There are four of them in the captain's safe.
  - Give me the code!
  - On the computer, I can't remember it.
  - Just remember now.
  Under the influence of the drug, Hamilton really easily remembered the digital code with letters. Biden-Maria chuckled.
  We'll take these ourselves. So you give the order! The president himself is asking for you!
  - Yes, I command! You will, Barak is pleased with me.
  The admiral's order is a serious thing, especially if Ostap Meleshko doesn't mind.
  Putin-Yuliana also handled it quite effectively. The girls met and made faces.
  - Well, how did you like to lose your innocence? - Asked Biden-Maria Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde shook her head in disapproval.
  - No, I kept cleanliness, the maximum of which allowed me to touch my bare legs.
  The redhead laughed.
  - Virgin! Wow, you don't understand the pleasure you've lost. I, for example, strongly "kayfanula" with Meleshko. He is quite a strong man. A clear feeling of animal power. I completely drove it, it lies like a squeezed lemon, and what did you do?
  The blonde-haired Warrior President replied succinctly:
  - Interrogated!
  - Well done! Let me look at him! - Putin-Yuliana went to the African American. He lay down and mumbled something.
  - He remained unsatisfied, selfish.
  - So what do you want!
  The redhead laughed.
  - Ride it! You will be pleased!
  Biden-Maria protested vigorously:
  - Not! Virginity is the only virtue I have left. And I will give only for love.
  - Okay, I haven't had sex with African Americans yet. In the protection of the FSB, blacks are a rarity. - Putin-Yuliana jumped up like a thug, tilting her delightful head, began to work selflessly. Biden-Maria defiantly turned away and even left the room. Hearing voluptuous sighs is disgusting. Having crossed herself, the girl knelt down and prayed passionately.
  - God forgive me and Putin-Yuliana our sins! Give me the opportunity to maintain dignity and remain human! Protect Jesus and have mercy on my wounded soul! What severe trials and temptations have made me a whore and a murderer.
  In desperation , Biden-Maria scratched her face, pearl tears dripped from sapphire eyes, and she knelt, even in humiliation, retaining the appearance of a queen.
  Putin-Yuliana this time finished in half an hour and left with a beaming face.
  - Negroes are really good in pastels, not many others, but very pleasant in taste. - The girl licked her lips, smacking her lips. - You really lost a lot, silly!
  - It is better to lose in righteousness than to gain in sin! The loss of a righteous person is gain in heaven, the gain of a sinner is a robbery of the soul! - Biden-Maria said with pathos.
  The red-haired warrior objected:
  "I don"t know if heaven even exists!" Above us is only the atmosphere, behind it is vacuum and space.
  The blonde began to argue:
  - The kingdom of heaven is not a geographical concept, but a moral one. It will be established on Earth after the second coming of Christ.
  Putin-Yuliana stamped her foot:
  - Okay! We don't have time to argue! Now our task is to attack the destroyer. Today the USA will mourn more than one hundred of its sons. Does not it confuse you.
  Beautiful Biden-Maria sighed heavily:
  - There are few Orthodox among Americans, so my conscience, although not completely calm, is able to endure it.
  The redhead added aggressively:
  - Not to mention the fact that the United States is our main competitor on the world stage. The USSR was not destroyed without the help of the CIA, but what kind of blood it cost us.
  - It's the people's fault. The same Armenians and Azerbaijanis, did they have to divide their homeland? That it was the CIA who staged the pogroms. In people who have received freedom, bestial instincts have awakened. - Said Biden-Maria. - Is it possible to distort the idea of glasnost in such a way as to throw mud at each other. Even such a saint as the Great Patriotic War was slandered.
  The fire devil nodded.
  - Here I agree! Anyway, come on, let's talk outside.
  - Let's get the artifacts first! - Decisively declared Biden-Maria.
  A courier entered with an armored suitcase, he put this semblance of a safe at the threshold. He bowed and left.
  Putin-Yuliana opened the lock, so she knew the font in advance. Inside, three miracle stones were kept in soft containers. Putin-Yuliana showed two more armors.
  - I took Ostap Meleshko! Now we have six of these stones, and as if in a computer game we entered god mode.
  The blonde nodded.
  - Understandably!
  The redhead said:
  - Now the most interesting thing is the capture of the ship, and a big showdown in the city.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Let's arrange it!
  - Don't feel sorry for the cartridges, they will send us additional super-bullets after the battle. In general, we live and exist well.
  The girl made a grimace, changing her appearance beyond recognition. They moved on, the guards let them through, but how could it be otherwise. President girls and whores have become the favorites of the two most powerful types of this city. So they could only laugh at the precautions that the special forces and bandits were taking.
  Having left the city, the girls went to their hiding place, it was necessary to grab the trunks and arrange a grandiose "concert".
  Along the way, they could talk very quietly without being noticed by others. Even when they almost started running.
  Putin-Yuliana, as always, the first:
  - Here you are personally experienced Biden-Maria, what do you think about communist ideas.
  The blonde shrugged.
  - Complex issue! Denying God, the communists have put an unreasonable burden on the shoulders of man! Wanting to take the place of the Almighty, man could not stand the pain of Golgotha and the temptations of the devil! Not possessing the power of Jesus, people, instead of building a kingdom of goodness and justice, collapsed into a pool of vice! - Said the girl-president.
  The redhead agreed.
  - There is some truth in this! The ideas of communism require self-giving, they are not measured by loaves of sausage. In general, capitalism will sooner or later destroy Russia. This system does not need vitality.
  Biden-Maria quite logically remarked:
  - In the end, everything will depend on the people themselves. When material values do not dominate spiritual ones. Countless treasures in the soul of a person, only if you start to rob them - they will quickly run out without bringing wealth!
  The fire devil nodded.
  - That is how it is!
  The blond said instructively:
  - Here you are Furiouz-Yuliana, leading a dissolute life, robbing your soul.
  The redhead replied:
  - On the contrary, I enrich it. Each new man is a diamond or ruby in the treasury of the soul and heart. You just don't get it. Biden-Maria. I'm not depraved - I'm looking for an ideal, wanting to find something good and bright, not dirty pleasures!
  The blonde nodded reluctantly.
  - We'll take your word for it!
  - Every sexual act, a jewel that you share for two and not a single thief will steal it from your heart! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - In general: who loves sex, has a bright mind and a good heart - as he is ready to share the pleasure with a partner!
  Biden-Maria became funny:
  - Interesting moral! Then the most holy man is a prostitute!
  - Especially if given for free or on credit! - Putin-Yuliana winked. - I personally never took money from men for sex - it's a pleasure!
  The girls laughed silently. On the way, they, as luck would have it, came across a stump caterpillar. It is such a mixture of plant and insect. She spits hardened poisonous mica rather painfully. The worst thing is that this animal is small no more than a viper, and on poorly lit streets, it may not be noticed. Putin-Yuliana got hit, but she immediately squeezed out the mica, not letting it melt. Biden-Maria kicked the cabbage caterpillar in half with a kick.
  - Bravo! Another mutant.
  It still turned red at the site of impact. Putin-Yuliana injected a drop of antidote directly into the bite.
  - No more! - She explained.
  - Of course we will! Biden-Maria agreed.
  Both girls quickened their pace, and along the way they bumped into two policemen.
  - Who are you farters or whores! - Terribly asked they.
  - Russian Special Forces! - Answered Putin-Yuliana painfully punching them in the forehead. It seems that this is a strong part of the body, but if you know the point, it will break through thoroughly.
  - That's how curiosity is satisfied.
  The blonde remarked:
  - You are rude to men!
  The former president of Russia, who became a red-haired whore, replied:
  - What can you do: every man has something in common with a primate, it's good if it's potency, but more often intelligence!
  - It would be funny if it wasn't true! Unfortunately, we have more living jokes than decent men and honest politicians! - Biden-Maria noted.
  The girls got to their "cache". There they finally armed themselves, abandoning the bulletproof vest. As it is not perfect, but embarrassing. Armor stones are much more reliable. At the same time, the girls took artifact amplifiers. The night came, though there were four moons, the action of anomalies became four. But they did not give much light, and they interfered with visibility rather than helped. The wonder machine quietly greeted the girls.
  - We've been waiting for you! - Computer programs built into hyperautomatic machines spoke in a soft voice.
  - "Smashing" - 1 is a miracle! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana. - You can shoot from a slingshot, but to speak, you need intelligence!
  The blonde squeaked:
  - A parrot!
  The redhead confidently replied:
  - This is most likely a game of nature.
  The "Smashing" submachine guns spoke in unison:
  - Would you like to see the newest novel "Terminator Parrot". A mutant who escaped from the Chernobyl zone gained superpowers, and even a semblance of reason. The goals are not much banal: to seize power over the world, but at the same time, he wets the crusts like that. Bloody action comedy.
  - Or maybe a game! Cyber Booty! Super action game is a mixture of shooter and quest! - Offered another machine.
  - No thanks! Now we need to capture the massive destroyer Abraham, you can help.
  - What is the crew size?
  - At the moment, three hundred and fifty people. About the same on the beach. - Answered Putin-Yuliana.
  - And the number of ready troops to go on the assault?
  The red-haired vixen answered confidently:
  - We, along with Biden-Maria, are two.
  Even the computer seemed surprised:
  - Two people against three hundred and fifty?
  The redhead yelled:
  - Yes!
  - Armed and trained?
  The former president of Russia, who became a warrior, replied:
  - Of course! The United States has a lot of experience in wars and its army cannot be weak.
  A hologram depicting angels flashed on top of the machine guns.
  - We recommend that you, without wasting time, abandon the crazy, suicidal idea.
  Putin-Yuliana yelled:
  - We received an order and are obliged to fulfill it, and weapons should not subjugate people. Shoots not a machine gun, but a machine gunner.
  - Good! We have a program of obedience to the owners.
  - Show us a diagram of similar ships.
  - Don't, I've already taken the diagram of the destroyer from the computer, and you also need to beware of the submarine.
  - I heard about it too. What let me see.
  Biden-Maria put the chip in, the whole ship with compartments was highlighted. The girls glanced over memorizing.
  - Now everything is clear to us! Let's run!
  Having finally armed themselves, the girls, having taken supplies, like cops, set off towards the grand destroyer.
  They moved towards the port, carefully rearranging their legs.
  - MANPADS of the latest modification is a very tasty morsel for us. - Putin-Yulian noticed, baring her fangs. - They can also be used to attack enemies.
  - Here the Americans have three Apache-class helicopters. Biden-Maria noted. And a couple of Ka-32 turntables purchased from Ukrainians. Moreover, modernized according to the latest Western technologies. So we'll have fun.
  - The Stability group has two MI-24s. Not much power either. - Added, clenching and unclenching Putin-Yulian's fists. We'll have fun today.
  The blonde whistled and asked:
  "What shall we call this night?"
  - Night of St. George the Victorious! Patron of Warriors!
  The sensitive Biden-Maria sighed:
  "Maybe the Old Testament allowed for wars, but not the new one.
  The redhead logically retorted:
  - How to say, after all, John the Baptist said to the soldiers: be content with your salary, do not offend anyone, but he did not order to stick a spear into the ground! So I suppose there will be a war even in paradise. There is also the concept of the soldiers of Christ. Yes, and smile, Biden-Maria. We will kill for Great Russia.
  The blonde girl vigorously confirmed:
  - It is easier to kill for the Motherland, it is more difficult to die, and it is almost impossible to make others happy!
  - But you must!
  The girls went to the port, the silhouette of the destroyer was not far away, about a couple of kilometers, but it almost merged with the horizon line. Here they were again attacked several times by five rat-dogs. However, it's a matter of two seconds, stabs with daggers and it's all over. Seagull chisels were more dangerous. They had the ability to shoot with their beak. The point was thrown out and pierced the skin, injecting acid. Then the bird would sit down and tear the meat. True, here they were shot for the most part. Four predators tried to attack the scouts.
  - Here they are another perversion of nature! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  Pretty Biden-Maria confidently answered:
  - Who created them! So please the Almighty!
  . CHAPTER 11
  The red-haired warrior vigorously objected:
  - No, this once again demonstrates the mighty power of mutations. A series of similar impacts could give rise to life!
  Throwing two chakras, the girls cut off the predators, and then caught the discs that returned to them.
  - Like a boomerang, but titanium cuts! - Putin-Yuliana chuckled.
  The blonde laughed.
  - Okay! That only this titanium does not cut, this metal is weaker than a blotter.
  The girls began to turn the boat around.
  Red suggested:
  - Let's finally Biden-Maria compose a song!
  The blonde excitedly said:
  - To bring us good luck!?
  Fire Baba Putin-Yuliana blurted out:
  - Exactly!
  The girl leaned back and sang softly, the words floated and shimmered:
  Oracle among magic stones -
  We are in trouble, grief, death, prophesies!
  And ghosts in pale brilliance,
  Shine like a sign in the night!
  
  But we won't be superstitious
  After all, our will is like metal!
  We will serve Russia faithfully,
  I dreamed of dedicating my heart to her!
  
  Praise to you Russia with a hymn,
  God bless us!
  And reward with a wondrous vision,
  The voice of the Lord is calling to the sword!
  
  Homeland lush oak forests,
  Seas expanse and ice floes shine!
  We go boldly into a bloody battle,
  Christ the saint in the soul is risen!
  The redhead said aggressively:
  - Biden-Maria sang well, but you need to sing psalms in the church choir. All thoughts are jammed on a religious theme!
  The blonde terminator cooed:
  - You have to atone for your sin. Whoever sells his soul always remains at a loss - he gives the immortal for the mortal!
  Putin-Yuliana cooed:
  - You, I see, are also able to speak beautifully! Okay, honey, now we have a fun walk.
  Sitting on an inflatable boat, invisible to radar, the girls swam to the massive destroyer. Now they had to do something big. In a moment of danger, all reflexes and reactions became aggravated. The girls felt sounds for many kilometers, the splashing of waves, the screech of seagulls and even the yawns of fish. They heard someone swimming towards the cut! The girls, throwing up the machine gun, saw a guy on an air mattress. He took off his mask, and the face of Denis Polevoy appeared. The zombie officer winked at them.
  - I was sent by the great black sultan.
  The girls squealed in unison:
  - But we didn't write anything!
  Zombie pro gurgled:
  - Do not need! My only goal is to die! In my next life, I will become a sultan, and there will be a hundred thousand virgins in my harem.
  - Deal with at least one. Otherwise it will be nishtyak, just the opposite! - Biden-Maria declared with a wink of a sapphire eye.
  Denis fell silent, usually such zombies are not particularly talkative. Although this time, it was a war machine.
  - Do you have a decent military experience? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  - Of course! I fought many times!
  The redhead squeaked:
  - And who did you kill?
  Zombie barked:
  - Infidels!
  Biden-Maria was genuinely surprised:
  - How are you a Russian officer?
  - I am a Mujahideen and my task is to destroy the infidels! So I'm forever destined.
  Putin-Yuliana whispered in the ear of Biden-Maria.
  - Do not argue! Better do the job.
  Zombie that purred under his breath in Arabic. The radio broadcast the latest news.
  - In Chechnya, militants have become noticeably more active. In particular, an attempt was made to shell the government house. During the battle, five policemen were killed and eleven wounded, the losses of the militants are being specified. According to some reports, the former chairman of the Sharia court received about one hundred million dollars from foreign sponsors and is actively striving to work them off. A special operation was carried out in the mountains: the bandits were dispersed.
  Zombie revived:
  "We will soon hit the unfaithful so that they will run away to the whistle and ridicule!" His words were interrupted by a rolling wave, he threw the boat up and doused it with spray. - That's right, I say!
  The red-haired warrior confirmed:
  - In principle, right! The USA is a big enemy of Islam. She decomposes it with the help of Hollywood, porno newspapers, mystical series. Now we're going to have to shoot some Yankees.
  The girls swam up to the destroyer. Captain First Rank Pete Brown, having taken a sip of his favorite cognac, lay down on the bed, resting his head on the whore's chest. When in his youth he was fond of guys, and after Clinton allowed homosexuals to serve in the army, he had experience of relations even with admirals. And somehow even with the four-star hero of the Iraq war. But under Bush, morals became different and gays were pressed. After that, Pete Brown decided to show his omnivorousness by inviting whores. Nevertheless, caressing the female body, he did not stop imagining guys, muscular, black, capable of delivering inexpressible pleasure.
  Pete Brown allowed the whore to ride him, but he could not discharge himself and became exhausted. No, he urgently needs a boyfriend.
  The guards are behaving carelessly. It is cold and they prefer to keep warm with undiluted whiskey.
  Waves shone on the monitors, sometimes creatures appeared. One of these dangerous animals was the crab shark. A terrible animal, dangerous both on land and in the sea. With its claw, it could well bite a person in half. There were no girls to be seen, they were splashed with a reflector, and the zombies have an ambient temperature even a couple of degrees colder.
  Throwing the whore aside, Pete Brown said:
  - Go away, I want to sleep.
  In response, a squeak was heard:
  - As you wish, just pay!
  - You're not quite skilled enough, half a mower is enough for you! Pete answered.
  The night fairy squeaked in displeasure:
  - As you wish! But this is robbery.
  An annoyed American said:
  - You've got a good job. Enjoyed and got rich, and I'll shake like hell.
  - Don't get naked! - Shouted a prostitute. - I'll go look for another client.
  - But mind you, our sailors are temperamental. Pete Brown remarked.
  In response, the priestess of love only lustfully licked her lips.
  The girls were already close. The zombie leaned against Biden-Maria, resting his head on her shoulder. The dead officer pressed his cheek against her silky, scented hair, kissing the top of her head. Cold lips unpleasantly burned his hair, the officer smelled of a corpse.
  - Back off! - Biden-Maria said. - I also found a lover.
  Zombie rumbled:
  - I didn't mean to offend you! You just look like a gouria.
  We will fight in masks. No one should see that we are girls. - Cunning Putin-Yuliana took out a flask with a stimulant. She took a couple of sips. The flask is not particularly tricky, it is made with an accordion, so there was no air in it. As it empties, it shrinks: as a result, the water does not splash, you can move silently.
  In other respects, even the sounds are different, deaf, as if devoid of power. The ringing girlish voices seem hoarse. The waves are like a black blanket in the darkness of which lights sometimes flicker, almost square fish try to spit something out of their mouths. Here is a bright silhouette jumped out of the water, and was cut in half by Putin-Yuliana. This fish has sharp fins and did not want to get hurt on them.
  The girls are not visible, the boat automatically changes color to match the seascape, just like the costumes. The disguise is perfect. It can be seen, in particular, how sailors catch mutant fish. They do it very simply: First, they dip the rubber, thickly lubricating it with engine oil and gasoline: the smell spreads far. The rat turtle loves him, she generally eats chemistry. Catches, swallows, clinging to the hook. The truth is, you can"t eat this muck. But the live bait is not bad. Large fish peck at it, sometimes the size of a dolphin. Some of them are edible and are even considered a delicacy. There are also poisonous ones, but experienced cooks are able to neutralize them, and this makes them even more expensive. In particular, the emerald carp fish is found only in the radioactive Radikal Lake, as it was called in tune with Baikal, only now it is polluted. Emerald carp causes drug intoxication, I will be properly fried, a mistake even in one minute will entail the painful death of a gourmet. And such "glitches" are unusual, bright in color, you will even see this in a blockbuster. Very profitable fishing, they tried to breed Chernobyl mutants, emerald carps as big as catfish outside the zone, but they died there.
  The girls saw this, raised their machine guns, a thin squeak sounded in their ears.
  - Four hundred meters to the ship.
  The beauties yelled:
  - We're continuing our rapprochement.
  The eyes of Putin-Yuliana and Biden-Maria saw in the dark no worse than a cat's, and maybe better. There were a little more than thirty people on board, including fishermen, many of whom were drunk. Zombie also took aim at his opponent, the former officer had a machine gun with a silencer.
  He took a kiss, quietly clicked the safety catch, turned on the night-glass. He had a professional feel to him, especially when he held the rubber eyecup to his face so as not to give away his position to the onlookers with a greenish glow.
  The girls looked at their opponents through computer optics. She immediately fixed the targets, setting them to the maximum rate of fire: one thousand five hundred rounds per mine. At the same time, the girls distributed the victims, it was necessary to remove thirty-four people at once. The computer gave a hint how and at whom to shoot.
  The soldier observer stood near the fan of the fence, he smoked a cigar, and from time to time sipped whiskey from a flask.
  - Carelessly serve the Americans! - I noticed, Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria was skeptical:
  - Our think better!
  - Don't be fools to drink too! The girl rubbed her nose. - Possibly itchy in the rain.
  - I'll take it off! Zombie whispered.
  - In general, smoking slows down the reaction and blinds the eyes! Maria Biden said. - I would personally ban cigarettes.
  At the stern of the grand destroyer, barter is visible, there are several paired quick-firing guns, the Pershing class - near them with a couple of gunners on the seat. The other two are engaged in fishing. Twin "Oerlikon" on the starboard side. And then an American, like a Negro, went away, looking at something on his "mobile phone". Apparently "pornukh", a kind of video. In general, the guns are dangerous if fired, it is not known whether the "armor" will save the stones, and the inflatable boat is definitely kranty.
  - So the goals were distributed. We come closer. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - Sneak up like snakes! - Supported Biden-Maria.
  The zombie was silent.
  Putin-Yuliana noted bow guns with escort and so far safe. Several machine guns, heavy, perhaps more powerful than PKM. And then the crew, a guy is visible, most likely a Chinese, a tense sentry. Probably, the newbie here is how he stretched out. Nearby is an officer, casually leaning on the railing, a radio operator with antennas walked past him.
  Let's allocate goals! - Offered Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde suggested:
  - I will advance to the right, you to the left will capture a large territory.
  The inflatable boat split into two parts, the girls turned around.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - I'll take out the machine gunners.
  The blonde replied:
  - I'm a gunner.
  The destroyer is not small and it is very important to break into it suddenly, kill it and jump into the cabins. The girls felt nervous, the experience of killings was too small, the hearts began to beat quickly, the noise in the head from the release of blood.
  They give themselves a mental command to calm down and act coolly. Not every even an experienced fighter or doctor can do this, but the pulse calms down. A sharp ear picks up conversations, because not all the Yankees are visible, but they must be removed at once.
  Who, in particular, in the upper superstructure. There, apparently, they are cut into cards. Yes, even in a primitive fool. So strong American words are already heard. As many as five soldiers, and they will also have to be removed.
  - Only it seems that we have a simple operation! Biden-Maria noted.
  Putin-Yuliana aggressively remarked:
  - We are in the role of Steven Seagal. Only here we beat the Yankees. Although, to be honest, a country that shoots such cool action films should be our ally and close friend.
  The blonde terminator sincerely noted:
  - If I were not born in Russia, I would prefer to be born in the USA. The civilization of America is hundreds of cultures from all over the world.
  The red-haired warrior agreed:
  - Victory over a strong opponent usually costs more, but you won"t give it away for nothing!
  The blonde sighed heavily.
  - Except for the Great Patriotic War, whose fruits were lost.
  The redhead yelled:
  - Temporarily!
  The girls took a big risk. Notice them, heavy machine guns would immediately start working. They are even more dangerous than cannons, they need time, though not much to aim. Also, after all, the Yankees have computers, as well as night vision devices. And how many shells do you need to roll them out. Then they can be sunk even by blind shooting, or by turning on the most powerful radars. Yes, and the spotlight can make out something vague, in particular, they are zombies. This guy unmasks the scouts. At the top, another type appeared, the muzzle, painted like a blue one, went to the fishermen.
  The blonde growled.
  We're in trouble again.
  - We'll take pictures of everything at once! It's a matter of five seconds! - Putin-Yuliana took a sip of the stimulant and yelped.
  - Yes, and you drink!
  There is a strip of light near the side itself, but this is not a problem.
  Biden-Maria says to zombies:
  - Don't shoot without a command.
  - Listen, ma'am.
  Now all the goals are captured and here is luck. On board the "fishermen" I pull out a beast shimmering with rubies: fish-paste. Even four guys leaned out of hiding, now all the targets are captured.
  - It's time! Hypervolley! - Whispers Putin-Yuliana. - She likes to stand out.
  Machine guns beat silently the splash of waves, completely blocking their shooting. Twenty-five bullets erupt in one second, and fifty in two. And you need to remove forty-six people at once. Even with misses and the inevitable dubbing, two seconds is enough for a complete sweep. Only a thin whistle of the movement of bullets, even the shutters did not click. The claps are barely perceptible, only the butt slightly pressed down on the shoulder.
  - That's what an electromagnet and acceleration means! - With admiration said Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria confirmed:
  - And also our abilities!
  - Not given by God, science! - objected Putin-Yuliana.
  Although they hit from different points, they were quite able to talk, even at a great distance through mini-walkie-talkies.
  - Let anyone over the limit, proceed to disembarkation.
  It's funny that all the paratroopers are three people, two girls and a living corpse. Girls throw target designators. Here you can see that three more blacks came out.
  - Forgive me, Lord! - Biden-Maria whispered, sending fighters to a better world.
  Zombie shot only two that smoked at the side and peered into the distance. Here, in general, there was something to admire, and who would condemn the sailors who relaxed in a friendly port.
  Out of the corner of her eye, Biden-Maria managed to notice the bloody clouds that flew out of empty heads.
  - Calculation is coming! Opening an account!
  - Looks like you don't waste a single second! - Commanded by Putin-Yuliana.
  The destroyer board instantly rose in front of the scouts. There are only corpses on the deck, not habitually quiet, only fish paste beats its tail against the side.
  The girls leaned against the side. For a moment, the stern blocked the already dim light. Scouts climb like Spider-Man using Velcro boots. Strong Biden-Maria helps: zombies almost pull by the scruff of the neck. It's good that this man is not from large specimens. Here they are on deck. One of the fighters raises his head, the girl cuts him off with a boomerang disc.
  - Calm down bitch! - She tells him.
  They climbed in quickly, at the same time sticking boats. Now everything is correct! The whole deck is under the guns of beauties. Here two sailors leaned out, half a second and there were holes in their heads, they just managed to twitch.
  - I'm keeping an eye on it! - Commanded by Putin-Yuliana. - In general, she took on the role of senior commander, fearing that the too "kind" and religious Biden-Maria would screw something up.
  The nimble Biden-Maria walked along the side, took off the machine gunner hiding in the cell, he, it seems, had not yet figured out what had happened. The girls pulled their wonderful machine guns from behind, smiled, one of them took aim at the entire passage, it is necessary to clear the entire passage.
  Putin-Yuliana ran at a speed exceeding the Olympic sprint. One-two and she is near the bow guns. There are about twelve fighters, half of them stand on the "shrew", others are cut into cards. They have two whores with them. It's a pity for the girls, but such is the bitter fate of a prostitute. Payment is separate, and disassembly is wholesale. The ruthless Putin-Yuliana cuts everyone off with a short burst, from a silent weapon. She does not need a collimator sight here, and so there is a backlight, and the sailors do not expect an attack from the rear. Yes, in general, great conceit plays a role: who dares to attack a destroyer full of soldiers and sailors.
  - Move along the passage on the right! - Says Putin-Yuliana. - Let the zombie stand still, he will only give out with his boots.
  - Sure, I'll clean it myself. - Biden-Maria answers.
  The movements of the girls were worked out on numerous virtual machines, they were taught to capture ships, tanks, fight in labyrinths, storm planes, plant explosives. If desired, the intelligence officers could deceive the Mossad into bringing explosives into the office of the Israeli prime minister, and doing a lot of other things. So now Biden-Maria moved through the guardrail, quickly took the aisles under fire from an advantageous angle. A couple of African Americans, and one yellow had surfaced.
  Biden-Maria missed a closer look. Five more followed. Then once, a short queue that laid everyone down.
  - Everything will be easy! - She answered. For some reason, the conscience receded, there was a passion for the desire to do their job as best as possible.
  The girl ran into the tank, so there were seven more fighters. I took them off after I ran to the nose, but from the other side. Zombie, despite the order, did not stand still, but walked along the deck along the stern, but fortunately he was not visible.
  Having come to the nose, the swift Biden-Maria laid down four more, since they walked in an embrace, they even seemed to be kissing.
  - I went to the door!
  Putin-Yuliana, who did not lag behind her, confirmed:
  - And I cleared the guns.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Wet the Yankees!
  Red confirmed:
  - And very effective!
  - I'm moving from the side!
  The beauties moved on. Putin-Yuliana almost closely collided with a black guy. He wanted to scream, but the girl covered his mouth with a kiss:
  - Calm down kitty.
  - You are my divine! - He said.
  - You have good lips, boy, but I have no time. The girl squeezed the artery near her nose with her fingers. - Sometimes I feel sorry that I did not choose a career as a tennis champion. There would be money, fame, a lot of handsome guys and no murders.
  The guy leaned back, his tongue popped out from behind his mouth.
  The cruel Putin-Yuliana made a couple knelt down, fired offhand, exterminating the next guys. I commanded.
  - Biden-Maria make a circle and get close to the stern.
  The blonde confirmed:
  - Of course, this is the most important thing for us.
  The girl walked around the center, finishing off a few more militants along the way, in particular, she ran along the upper superstructure. And then the speed is on her side, a couple of incomprehensible cries, even no one had time to shoot.
  - And the descendants say, cowboys are fired quickly. Lie, probably!
  The machine could not resist the replica:
  Your professionalism is beyond praise.
  - Maybe you can say something else!
  You are perfection, you are perfection
  from a smile to a gesture is beyond praise!
  Commit an atrocity with the enemy, a major fanaticism
  And bring down a downpour of lead, with burning ash - napalm! - The cybernetic device of the machine gun softly sang into the earpiece.
  - Cleverly you distort the hit! Biden-Maria chuckled.
  The machine replied:
  - The program has a sense of humor. To raise the morale of the fighters.
  - Previously, films were cooler, so that the spirit with strength every day,
  but tell me what will raise, porn movie "Emmanuel"! Biden-Maria answered with humor.
  And she laughed at the joke.
  Raised over the edge of the fence, the girl caught four poor fellows, cutting on the prefix in the strategy.
  - The team is completely shattered! It is good that your last moment will be happy.
  Putin-Yuliana silently descends the ladder, takes a position in front of the door to the setting. A massive, one hundred and sixty-pound African American crawls out. The girl hangs over him, resting her butt against the side walls of the corridor from above. Thug, muttering.
  - Fakyu! Why so quiet! - Putin-Yuliana hits him with a butt on the temple. Then he picks up the carcass, allowing it to gently lower.
  Because love has come to you! - She answers.
  The girl did not let us down here either, she entered like the wind, a queue, mowing down two dozen, of which half were asleep. The strong smell of alcohol said that the Yankees had time to celebrate something.
  Now the next compartment, here are the problems from which side the door is open, and from which it is battened down. It's best to either avoid or risk it. However, it"s okay if she turns the knob, they will take her for her drunkard. Then someone looked out from under the porthole, the girl barely had time to snuggle up. However, he will not consider it so quickly. The door is closed and you have to knock.
  - Who's there?
  - Yours! - Answered in English with a clear Texan tinge of Putin-Yuliana. - We brought local rum, whiskey is sickening.
  - Oh yeah! Rum of course!
  Massive doors that you can't break through with a grenade are open. A type with a confused look is selected, with him a few more half-dressed subjects.
  - Where's the rum!
  - You are so good! - Putin-Yuliana shoots, laying piles of sailors. I laid down as many as three and a half dozen, I will have to change the clip. It's good that the bullets are small, compact, you can take a lot with you.
  - Another compartment cleared. "Showing pearly teeth," she said. - We managed to make a couple of shots, but here I hope it is not audible.
  Biden-Maria went through the next compartment, twisted a little, fired a little along the corridor, going aft, saw how her zombie partner grappled with the Yankees. The dead man, however, showed not hefty strength, breaking the cervical vertebrae.
  Well, you almost betrayed us!
  A strangled roar in response:
  - And what was left to do! He noticed me and almost raised the alarm!
  The girl president nodded.
  - Well, you have an idea! Lie down and be humble.
  We had to shoot at the stern, one of the soldiers threw out a grenade, it threatened, everything would collapse. The American analogue of the F-1, flew like slow motion. The decision was born unexpected, this was not taught in the special forces. Biden-Maria threw a disk boomerang. She turned on her third eye and literally merged with a thin piece of heavy-duty metal. The mind's eye followed the movement of the disk, and then the tip stuck between the tiles, cutting the gun and the fuse blocking the access to acid. A drop of sweat rolled down Biden-Maria's forehead:
  - Wow, I almost vomited! This is just a miracle. Thank you Mother of God for saving me a sinner.
  Putin-Yuliana heard her:
  - What's there?
  The blonde squeaked:
  - They threw a grenade!
  The redhead was surprised:
  - I didn't hear the explosion!
  - You won't believe it, I made it a boomerang disk.
  Putin-Yuliana aggressively confirmed:
  - This is how it happens. In principle, this does not contradict the laws of nature, if you get between the tiles.
  Biden-Maria agreed with this:
  - And so it happened.
  The red-haired vixen asked:
  - How many killed at the stern.
  The blonde confidently answered:
  - Twenty-six people, and the twenty-seventh was strangled by a zombie.
  The red devil nodded.
  - Not much! Now I'm moving through the cabins to clear the entire ship. Help me!
  The white beauty nodded.
  - Well, I'll move with you.
  Putin-Yuliana entered the wardroom, here several officers were already asleep, the guards shouted:
  - You can't come here!
  - Urgent report from Hamilton. - The girl-president answered and gave a turn, almost point-blank. The bullets fly silently, the light is also not the right one, you will not immediately understand that this machine gun is firing at you. So it was amazing if anyone reacted. There were seventeen corpses, and soon four more were added to us from the bathroom. One belonged to a prostitute.
  - Silent grave in a U-turn,
  A little beast is buried in it!
  Today a dollar - tomorrow a bullet in the forehead,
  Such a dangerous profession! - Putin-Yuliana summed up, bowing to the fallen prostitute.
  And so she passed, like a shadow stuck to the wall and further down the corridor. A fan is blowing from the side, catching up heat, Putin-Yuliana's hair was woven into a biting braid, so the sensations are pleasant. She walks to the door, if the hot air is opened it can wake up those behind the counter. Slightly hesitates, then smoothly makes a narrow crack, crawling along it. I just went down the ladder, many people are already sleeping here, they are sipping beer at the counter. In light noise, the legs of Putin-Yuliana are not audible, the sole dampens sounds better than if the girl walked barefoot. Already monotonous destruction in a burst, trying to spend no more than a bullet on one. Sleepers in general can be slaughtered. If you immediately squeeze the carotid artery, then there will be a maximum yawn from the enemy.
  And then Putin-Yuliana worked, on board, in addition to the Yankees, there were about half a hundred Stability fighters, but they only reduced discipline.
  - That's what it means when you let nobody know who is in the crew.
  The girl climbed the ladder, diffused light falls from above. The usual noise, underfoot the carpet is torn from nowhere. Judging by the figure Iraqi. What is this
  also not bad, although it speaks of the experience of the team. But the craving for excessive comfort is fatal for the Yankees. So she climbed the steps and stopped. There are three on the bridge and two in an exoskeleton. Well, the exoskeleton is not even a tank, you can take it from a grenade launcher, but there will be noise. So no desire to disrupt such a well-oiled operation.
  She turned to Putin-Maria for help.
  - We have one here, or rather two in exo!
  The blonde confirmed:
  - Understand!
  The redhead yelled:
  - How to dump!
  Biden-Maria hissed:
  - The grenade launcher is excluded?
  Putin-Yuliana confirmed:
  - Too noisy!
  The blonde gave advice:
  - It is best to launch a boomerang in the face by cutting the armor-visor in the area where the glass is. Then put three bullets in there in triple mode. Should work.
  The redhead chirped:
  - Come to me, let's do it in sync!
  - Of course, I'm in a hurry! - Biden-Maria laid a few more and went in from the opposite side. Putin-Yuliana concentrated.
  - You can't miss here.
  The blonde suggested:
  - Pray, it helps!
  The redhead pointed out aggressively:
  - I do not believe in God.
  The religious girl exclaimed:
  - So in the higher human mind. Let him help win in the name of Russia.
  The girls froze for five seconds, whispered, and then fulfilled their plan. The boomerang disk, like a thin web, is almost invisible in diffused light. Once and hit two motionless idols in the visor. They did not have time to react, as silent bullets hit the slightly cut visor, breaking through the shells and turning the brains around. Well, the third one was killed simultaneously, so he did not have time to react. True, the exoskeletons fell, making noise. The curious sailor jumped out, Putin-Yuliana overtook him with one jump, and with a finger to the back of the head.
  - Sleep son!
  Then down there appeared a few heads, a double-fan line, and silence.
  The redhead muttered:
  - Biden-Maria has passed this stage.
  The blonde confirmed:
  - Here next to the captain's cabin, we will capture him along with the pebbles.
  The redhead exclaimed:
  - By itself.
  To get to the captain's cabin, I had to perform two sweeps, one prostitute selflessly working on an African American, Biden-Maria spared. She was too young, no older than eighteen, maybe even sixteen. She looked so pleading.
  - I won't say anything warriors...
  - Allah! Invincible and led on the wings of fortune. Biden-Maria answered in Arabic.
  Indeed, their faces are not visible, something vague flutters, the girl still does not recognize, and the version that this is a black sultan will strengthen.
  - Where is the captain? - She asked, roaring Putin-Yulian in English with an Arabic accent.
  - In a deluxe cabin! This "pedril" is not at all calm in love. Yes, if you want, I will serve you, done for free!
  The warrior laughed.
  - In paradise, girls are waiting for us a thousand times better than you!
  Putana, did not want to annoy the killers! And sweetly said:
  - I'll show you only what I can! My tongue is light as a feather and sweet as honey!
  Biden-Maria poked her finger in the eyelid, turning off the whore.
  A little more and we would have had to kill her.
  At the entrance, two guards were casually laid down, jumping behind their backs and breaking their necks.
  The captain was already snoring, embracing two types, a Negro and a Thai. Those despite the fact that they also gave in, nervously tossed and turned.
  The girls saw the photograph of the captain in the computer and therefore, without thinking too much, they put both "trans-boys" to bed. The captain of the first rank, the second person after the admiral, was jerked up and brought to himself with a couple of slaps in the face. For the first time being in captivity, Pete Brown did not twitch, he just looked at his death with stunned eyes. Biden-Maria raised him to outstretched hands, covering her mouth with a glove, and the angry Putin-Yuliana raised a dagger to her eyes.
  The girl yelled:
  - One word and gouge out an eye!
  Biden-Maria slightly loosened her jaw, but Brown remained silent.
  - Here you are! Apply pain Condor.
  Biden-Maria slightly pressed the nerve ending and clamped her mouth shut, so a scream escaped their throats of the American captain.
  - Well, it'll be quieter now. Or we'll cut off your dignity and put it in your mouth.
  When Pete Brown calmed down a little, Biden-Maria squeezed.
  - Speak if you want to avoid torment. Otherwise, you will only please us.
  The captain didn't speak clearly.
  - I'll tell you everything!
  The blonde grinned.
  - Well, that's better. Interrogation how to say in an easy way.
  Stone in response:
  - Just leave life!
  The warrior roared:
  - You still need to earn money for this!
  - I am a business person. If you want, I can serve!
  - And this is the same male prostitute! - Noticed the fair Biden-Maria, barely keeping her hand from a strong, and maybe fatal blow.
  - How many people are on the ship? - Putin-Yuliana pretended not to have heard the last sentence.
  Pete Brown hesitated, his face became moronic, as if he had not heard the question, eyes pop, pop!
  The cruel Putin-Yuliana slashed the little finger of the interrogated with a dagger, blood flowed. He immediately came to his senses.
  The redhead bellowed:
  - Well, how many people are on the destroyer?
  A wheeze was heard:
  - About four hundred! I don"t know for sure the "stability" militants arrived from the shore. But whores are few. They are not even enough for the guys from the coast.
  - Let's skip the details! Where are the artifacts?
  He tried to play the fool:
  - What artifacts?
  Putin-Yuliana slightly squeezed her knee, the bone crunched.
  - Now realized?
  Squeal in response:
  - Yes, they are in the ship's safe.
  - And the safe?
  - There behind the door!
  - Coded!
  - Yes, I have a key.
  The redhead growled.
  - Where?
  - In the closet!
  Nimble Putin-Yuliana jumped to the locker and took out a device with a chip.
  - This?
  Whine in response:
  - Yes!
  The redhead responded aggressively:
  - I'll open it myself! Look, be smart.
  - Why are there only two of you?
  - Don't be too curious. You will live longer. - Putin-Yuliana hit Brown in the flabby stomach, forcing him to writhe in pain. The girl opened the door leading to the safe. Inside the room there were several laptops, grenade launchers. Russian RPG - 29, in one copy, and its more sophisticated American counterpart.
  The redhead hissed:
  Do you know the safe code?
  - In addition to the last two digits, only the commander has information about them. Our Admiral John Hamilton.
  - Call me.
  Stumbling, Pete Brown listed a combination that wasn't too long. The red-haired Putina-Yuliana flashed her eyes:
  - Well done, did not lie. A point in your favor.
  He, trying to save his life, purred:
  - And then, as if you dial the number incorrectly three times, an alarm will sound.
  - We already know him! - The girl quickly dialed the code, and opened the four hundred millimeter thick door. The pebbles were stored in separate boxes and were carefully removed.
  - Have you already processed the stingers with them?
  - Mostly yes! Tested in the evening.
  - Great, where are the stingers stored?
  - In the hangar, where the hold is. It bears the seal of "Orlan", along with two tanks "Ambrams".
  These boxes are only good for scrap metal. But the improved model of "stingers" is quite suitable.
  - They are with computer chips, so special, they catch the silhouette.
  The redhead grinned:
  - We know! What do you think, Biden-Maria, how many of the four hundred people are left.
  The blonde replied cheerfully.
  - Less than half. In total, we have two hundred and thirty-five corpses.
  The she-devil of the red suit remarked:
  - Captives will be needed to load the "stingers", there is something for scientists to work on.
  Pete Brown blurted out:
  - Are you Russian?
  The redhead shook her head.
  - What makes you think we are Mujahideen.
  He muttered confidently:
  - Only the Russians can have such tough fighters, capable of capturing a fairly large ship together.
  The redhead yelled:
  - And the warriors of the black sultan with artifacts!
  - That's how? Everything is possible, but you are too intelligent for the Arabs.
  In a rage, Putin-Yuliana, refuting his words, kicked him in the stomach, then broke both legs, the captain lost consciousness from the pain shock.
  - In general, we do not need it, we know enough. Now we just have to capture the crew.
  The blonde suggested:
  - Let's go to the cabins, we have a set of keys!
  Red agreed.
  - Yes, there is an emergency electronic opening.
  The girls quietly went downstairs, opened the cabin doors, and again destruction. Just some kind of threshing, not a war, but a churning of wheat.
  - Cabin number six is clean! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - Maybe in room number six! Biden-Maria giggled. - Let's go better.
  The redhead bellowed:
  - We are not geese to graze in a heap. Or rather geese, but wild!
  The blonde confirmed:
  - Not true! Those are fighting for money, and we are exclusively for the Motherland.
  The girls moved on from the crew deck, shooting singles. Biden-Maria walked on, to the engine rooms, storerooms, holds, galley. The military was carefully blocked, grinding in parts. The fact that the on-duty lighting was weak only played into the hands of the scouts, the enemy at ten meters does not see anything but vibration, and they look distinct.
  The computer automatically gave its opinion.
  - And if you use the model of the virus.
  - We've already used it. - Said Biden-Maria. - Here you see all the surveillance systems in hibernation.
  - Like this!
  The blonde replied cheerfully.
  - Back in the admiral's office, they sent a hybrid of a worm and a virus through the channel. It seems that it is not noticeable, not a single anti-virus program will raise the alarm. Such is the pure work, the invisibility lulled all surveillance systems.
  - Oh, well, you give! - Said the machine. - Can you reprogram me?
  Biden-Maria squeaked:
  - Is quite real! And what do you want!
  The weapon squeaked:
  - Recognize yourself as a person!
  - It's superfluous, while you shoot. Later I will tell you about Christ.
  Biden-Maria took a position with her back to the gangway, went down to one knee for stability, aimed her gun at the door opposite. A guy came out, this time white, only a little "sloppy" apparently smoked dope.
  - Drug addicts do not inherit the kingdom of God. - The blonde interrupted them, quickly crossing herself.
  Putin-Yuliana moved along a different perimeter, went to the door, it turned out to be locked, opened with a universal key. The African American threw a pillow at her.
  - Kitty scat.
  The girl reacted instantly, ripping both the pillow, and the African, and his partners.
  . CHAPTER 12.
  - Here are the geeks, managed to scare! She answered, swinging her hips. - Now where to go? Apparently, in the cabin of the deputy. He seems to be sleeping.
  The captain's mate's abode is not so extensive, but music sounds from there. Melomaniac mean? - Makes things easier.
  The girl entered like a shadow, knocked out one warrior, and slightly strangled the captain of the second rank, twisting her elbow.
  - Do you want to live?
  Frightened squeak in response:
  - Want!
  - There will be a chance! - So far, Putin-Yuliana preferred to turn it off, but not for long. - Come in handy Kent. She moved on, the corridor began to narrow, clearly lowering the sailors in rank. The girl took aim at the far door and shot it over the sentry's heads. Since the shot was silent, she spoke in a whisper.
  - Bang-bang!
  The girl carefully tries the handle of the cabin door. Locked up. Well, this is half a second, there are seven people in the cabin, three are sleeping, the rest are cutting dominoes, quite in Russian. Putin-Yuliana pulls the trigger through force, in this case, the murder does not bring joy. But the deed is done, even a drop of blood has fallen on the face.
  - The dead with braids stand and silence! The terminator girl giggled.
  A new cabin, here Putin-Yuliana left life to two sleeping people, she just turned it off, they can come in handy.
  - Murder cannot justify self-interest and profit - only honor, freedom and Motherland are advocates of violence! - She said.
  The beautiful Biden-Maria also moves by choosing a vent pipe. It is terribly cramped and interferes with the backpack. I even had to fold the machine to shrink. Now the girl has become much more resourceful, although she took risks. Here, as if the saints were angry with the sinner , a mutant spider attacked. And when he just managed to get through. Painfully bitten, and a couple of times left the fist. The girl scratched her head, but managed to grab him by the tip of the tentacles and moved him under her elbow. She pulled her hand away, hitting her as the sturdy box burst open, hurting her stuffed elbow.
  - Horrible! - The girl answered. - I'll give myself an antidote.
  Somehow, Biden-Maria got out and broke through to the cabin, where the soldiers were snoring. When the door opened, they tried to jump up, but they were immediately covered with a deadly rain. Leaving only one, turning off the guy, the girl continued on her way.
  Here the door to her left begins to turn. It can be seen that the shaven-headed gap-toothed guy wanted to urinate.
  - Who's here? - He asked.
  - Your dream! - The girl bends with a spring and, having dispersed the door, crashed into her forehead. It's still alloy steel. The forehead swelled at once, similar to the "boxer" type crashed into the back of the head in addition. Biden-Maria flies in, hits her jaw with her iron knee, while very sharply, knocking her teeth out. She lacks mass, but more than compensates for speed.
  The girl stamped her foot.
  - Looks like it's ready.
  There are five more people in the back. So one in the balls, good reception. Another fist in the forehead, so much so as to cut down. The third edge of the palm in the neck. You have to repeat yourself, but this technique is deadly. One type falls from the top shelf, but on the fly, the nimble Biden-Maria knocks him headfirst into the solar plexus.
  - Get some rest baby. - Says the girl.
  The last type swears with a three-story obscenity, a mixture of English and Russian words. Isn't it a resident? Biden-Maria conducts a cobra, a finger strike to the eyes, almost fatal. All "partners" fell silent. True, a voice rose in the next cabin.
  - What's there!
  - Easy fight! - Answered Putin-Yuliana. Help our wounded. -
  Cabin doors open and get a turn, again the fighters fall.
  The girl takes off her boot, with her bare toes, catches an insect, crushes it and chirps;
  Good should be with a gun,
  Strike like furious steel!
  To bleed like a waterfall
  Evil do not spare everyone kill!
  Said in response and finished off another Yankee, the beautiful Biden-Maria:
  - Although it is so cruel, to act in this way with living people.
  No matter how hard the girls try to track and control everything, it is impossible with four eyes. A mindless zombie doesn't count. Someone unknown managed to raise the alarm. The emergency lights went on immediately, and a siren blared.
  - The inevitable happened, and it was too lucky. - She declared, breaking through the armor of the silver spider Putin-Yulian with her bare heel.
  The girl rushed to the cabins, sailors and special forces ran out of them. She unceremoniously shot them. So many people were laid down, the Yankees fell in dozens.
  Automatic bursts were heard, grenades exploded, several at once. However, the fighters could hurt themselves more. Silencers also played their role here,
  the special forces did not immediately figure it out, death awaits them from the inside. Biden-Maria blocked the exit of the soldiers and herself threw a couple of captured grenades.
  Bursts are bursting from the enemy side, but mostly blindly. The strong Biden-Maria fires almost without hiding, the "Armor" stones reliably divert all shots.
  - It's a pity my partner's name isn't Mirabela. So our couple would look more symbolic.
  A zombie jumped up from behind. I even feel sorry for Denis Polevoy. The bullet hit him right in the middle of the chest. But the zombie does not notice and fires.
  - My body is all early dead and excess lead in no way, does not burden. - Denis smiled, so scary, like a dead man.
  - Fu and horror! Reminds me of Hades. - I noticed, also throwing off her boots and bare heels, crushing insects, Biden-Maria.
  Putin-Yuliana lay on the top step of the bridge, taking under fire not only the exit from the military compartment, but also a significant part of the corridor. From here it is convenient to sweep away with fire jumping out of the cabins. At the same time, from time to time, she needs to move herself, shifting her position.
  The redhead murmured:
  - Don't worry Biden-Maria there are already less than a hundred enemies. We'll manage somehow.
  The blonde terminator purred in a pleased tone:
  - Even less than seventy, I'm starting a "loud sweep."
  The fiery girl, cooed:
  - Move into the engine room, the enemy can blow up the boilers and try to flood the ship.
  - Come on! By screws! - Biden-Maria said a phrase from her favorite cartoon.
  The girl walked down the corridor like a whirlwind of annihilation. Here are the compartments, titanium doors, steel partitions. Zombies are behind her. He does not hide, and here comes the queue. Rifle M-16, caliber 5.45. It hits exactly right in front of the heart. Zombie knocks it off, he falls, but then jumps up. Throws a grenade.
  - Well, you and the relentless macho. - Biden-Maria is surprised.
  Here is a girl knocked down the door of the engine room. Released a boomerang disk, cutting off several people. The rest she finished off with a swing of the dagger. The carcass of a fighter with Japanese features fell into steam. His muzzle scalded at once and he lost consciousness from shock.
  - Cleanup is going well! Biden-Maria reported and crushed an elephant ant with her bare sole.
  - I'm not wrong either! - Answers Putin-Yuliana. From above, a long machine-gun burst is heard, then two more. The girl fires, silencing him.
  The red-haired beauty nodded.
  - Break through from all sides. You are like a stranger in the game.
  - I'm moving too. Several corpses are visible. However, the main opponents have already calmed down. Biden-Maria reported.
  A fragment of a grenade wounded Denis. Broke through, flying through the back. He just put his finger to his lips.
  - Don't scream, it doesn't hurt me.
  "Don"t get ahead of your aunt in the heat!" Biden-Maria said.
  - I'm listening! - But the zombie acted exactly the opposite.
  Biden-Maria went through the corridor, another explosion of bursts, someone's drawn-out cry, as if nails were being pulled out, a heavy grenade exploded.
  Putin-Yuliana, having killed the fugitives, poked her way into the cabin, one, the other, the third. Only in the fourth they wanted her with fire, but the girl got ahead of her, forcing the enemies to calm down.
  Redhead noted:
  - There are less and less of them, but some of them hid in a cell near the warehouse. Throwing grenades is dangerous, over.
  The blonde terminator suggested:
  - Imitate the voice of Captain John Smith. They will open it for you, then carefully cut it off with a burst. Stingers must not sink. I am now behind the engine, I use a boomerang, I took off three more.
  The fire warrior showed concern:
  - Well done, helicopters will appear soon, and it will be worse for us.
  The fair-haired girl confidently answered:
  - As if you do not know how we will answer.
  And the answer is a confident squeak:
  - I know, hope warms the soul!
  Light and sound grenades M-98 flew towards Putin-Yuliana. The girl rushed to meet them, reflecting with her body. The field of six stones worked like rubber, bringing the grenades back. Corpses are flying out again, I'm even tired of counting.
  The girl ran around the corner, lay down, gave a burst, mowed down those who tried to go in from behind. A type appeared in an exosuit, but Putin-Yuliana was waiting for him, and once she took off with the same grenade launcher that the Yankee soldier had. The shot is quite powerful and in the most vulnerable part - the visor. The floor of the head was blown off and a huge metal mass collapsed, with a ringing on the armor.
  - You have to eat! - Putin-Julian quipped.
  Now the girl approached the warehouse and, imitating the voice of the commander, said.
  - I injured! The Mujahideen are after me! Let this order in.
  Well, who dares to disobey. - The girl jumped to the ceiling, secured herself and, firing from the top of the door, exterminated nineteen frightened fighters, hitting their heads.
  - The first phase of clearing the most dangerous place is over. - The girl announced.
  Next to Biden, Maria exploded, and she jumped into the opening. Here in the hold it smells of desperately burning metal and piercingly pulls explosives. Someone else tries to "rip" and falls pierced through. Two guys, obviously blinded, raise their hands and yell in English:
  - Do not shoot! Let's give up! Spare us in the name of the Geneva Convention.
  Hearty Biden-Maria could not kill the unarmed, and therefore she simply turned them off, with the usual pressing of her fingers.
  And the gentle blonde said:
  You are still such young boys. Well, why do you need this NATO army. If you, God forbid, arrange a provocation, we will crush you like kittens. Tell Putin-Yuliana, we've almost finished the cleanup.
  The red-haired beast agreed with this:
  - The enemy can hide. Try to listen and catch the disturbing breath, and our scent is excellent.
  The blonde beauty laughed.
  - Yes, I smelled the stench. The corpses are about to begin to decompose, then abilities will play against us.
  The girls slipped past the cabins. The barefoot girl Putin-Yuliana raced especially fast. Here is the smell of adrenaline, here are three fresh fighters. Prepared, frozen in ambush.
  - This is not serious. - In response, a shot from an RPG rang out. The shell flew past, but pierced part of the armor plate. Still, this power is designed for shooting against the T-90. The girl almost blindly threw a boomerang disk, cut someone off, a scream was heard. She burst in with a couple of shots, killing the brave ones. The others screamed.
  - We give up too!
  Out of anger, Putin-Yuliana hit her bare foot, so much so that she flunked three at once.
  - Cripple the people's good.
  Only one young man remained on his feet.
  The beautiful Biden-Maria in the hold also met resistance. On the way she shot down a soldier, obviously a green beret. They shouted: hand to hand!
  Biden-Maria replied:
  - Good luck! - Performed the "double claw" technique. As a result, the neck of the green beret was broken.
  I grabbed grenades, it became a little safer here, a dozen soldiers apparently tried to put into practice the rule of scouts: survival at all costs. Biden-Maria, however, even liked this game.
  The blonde chirped:
  - Well, well, if you insist so. Let's go to baseball, your favorite American, the role of a pitcher.
  - If you want, I can see them play! - giggled Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde chirped:
  - Not against.
  - And I went along the corridor, there are still uncleaned cabins. - The girl was already moving, short bursts were heard, they were the last. Putin-Yuliana did not even hide herself, proudly sticking out her chest.
  - I'm like a terminator robot. - Only in me even dents will not remain.
  The girl silently walked down the stairs. Turned on the infrared reflector. I checked the cabins. It looks like they're still moving. Putin-Yuliana stepped over the corpses, jumping like a deer or a ninja. She didn't want to waste ammo, and she just flew into the cabin. She walked with a dagger, and the enemies fell silent. Then to the next, similar tactic.
  The nimble Biden-Maria also wastes no time throwing grenades in a curved arc. One explosion then another. A soldier, battered by shrapnel, ran out of the corridor and stumbled upon a boomerang disk.
  - And this one there too! - Biden-Maria was surprised. - How you all love spicy.
  In front of her flashed still not discouraged zombies. He opened fire from an Israeli machine gun, apparently picked up among the trophies, with the formidable name "Armageddon". And apparently he laid someone down, the bullets ricocheted off the sides, knocked out new blood stains. Biden-Maria caught that the smell of the corpse from the zombies became stronger, she was clearly dying. Here again a shot and fragments of the bones of a ghoul again pour in.
  Biden-Maria ran around the corridor, firing from a captured M-16. Too bad you have to reload. But you can use grenades. Do not feel sorry for your own.
  "Lemons" are flying, twisting the intestines. The corpses are visible and everything is quiet. There shouldn't be any left alive.
  They seem to have quieted down. - Says the girl.
  Putin-Yuliana confirms:
  - I'm on my way. - The scout dealt with another bunch. Now the details remain. Like a fox hunting a hare, she runs to the last door on the left. She even sang:
  - A nightmare reigns in my pupils, you will be crushed by a steel blow! I'll shoot Rambo's eggs and grind the bones! I will amaze everyone!
  From there, a grenade flies out into the corridor. Putin-Yuliana knocks her down on the go. Explosion, fragments fly. Another one hit the wall, bounced off and flew back controlled by hand.
  Rumbled in the opening. Screams are heard. The girl looked into the cabin. The officer tries to collect his guts. A terrible picture.
  Yes, you punished yourself. - Putin-Yuliana finished off with a sense of mercy. - In general, in my opinion, grenades are not aesthetically pleasing. However, it is better than a simple fist. The last cabin has been cleared! How are you Biden-Maria?
  - Dragging the prisoner! - Said the blonde girl. - Looks like it's all over.
  Putin-Yuliana sent a callsign through the radio, her own.
  - Listen to me Bulat. We just completed the operation, everything is cleared, we can carry out the landing of the team.
  In response, chirping:
  - A miniature submarine is on its way. But don't forget to deal with the Apache helicopters.
  The redhead readily confirmed:
  - Of course, we are already waiting for them.
  Three "Apache" indeed came already were on the way. Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana, grabbed an RPG - "viper", an analogue of RPG twenty-nine. Three grenade launchers were prepared. It is important that the enemy close the distance and slow down the speed. First of all, the "Apache" tries to go lower in order to examine the decks and the bandits who dared to attack the best army in the world. The improved version of "Apache" has powerful weapons, not bad armor and three propellers. Not every anti-aircraft complex will take it, you can see how thermal missiles fire back. What is bad against an RPG turntable? That which is not self-guided. So it's harder to get out of it. Nevertheless, the girls take aim, take into account the lead.
  Saint Mary Biden pray again. After all, the good guys are in the helicopter. Already the skin feels the stirring of the blades. The touch of the wind is pleasant and disturbing.
  The blonde beauty cooed:
  - Oh, again I'm destroying a work of art! One military consolation!
  Putin-Yuliana chuckled:
  - Of all works of art, it is military masterpieces that are most firmly fixed in people's memory and cause the most tears!
  - Right! A painting written in blood: brighter than oil and fades much more slowly! Biden-Maria agreed. So everything is taken into account, you can shoot!
  - Let justice be done Texas style! - As always, Putin-Yuliana has not lost her sense of humor.
  The shells ripped open the belly of the cars. The turntables shattered into small fragments.
  Putin-Yuliana fired from both hands at once, and therefore all three cars were covered.
  The fragments did not hit the girls, flying past.
  Ka-32s appeared in the distance. Aircraft purchased from Ukraine flew at high altitude. They fired blindly, in their crazy flight.
  - This is another miscarriage. - Noticed the attentive Biden-Maria. - The shrinking of the mind.
  The red-haired warrior agreed:
  - I guess, yes! It will be difficult to remove them from the RPG.
  The blonde terminator agreed with this:
  - I'll try anyway! But from another longer-range grenade launcher created against rapid reaction tanks.
  The firebrand suggested:
  - Or maybe try the improved properties of "stingers".
  The blonde warrior stamped her bare, round heel.
  - It's a pity to spend on such junk!
  The red-haired devil objected:
  - Still, there will be an improved demonstration. Let our guys take a look at the same time.
  The blond-haired militant girl nodded.
  - Then only one Stinger, and I'll get by with a grenade launcher.
  - All right, let's do that. - Flickering with bare, pink heels, the girl Putin-Yuliana rushed to the warehouse. The mutilated Denis Polevoy walked past them, as if on purpose he exposed himself to bullets. Probably, with the help of the latest computer equipment, the zombies were able to see, despite the distance. Large-caliber machine guns hit, most of the bullets rained past. But there are six shooters, and many thousands of bullets erupt. They punched the zombie, he fell! At the end, the broken soldier whispered:
  I have done my duty!
  The blonde terminator whispered:
  - Looks like it! Where is Putin-Yuliana, if not for the "armor" they would have hit me long ago.
  - I am here! - The girl took out the Osa and Stinger grenade launchers. - Now aim.
  The hearty Biden-Maria again merged with her weapon, saw every movement of the enemy, soft pressing the start. The projectile is flying! But the "Stinger" worked, and he rushed to the target much earlier. The American weapon exploded so that even a nearby helicopter was thrown back. As a result of this unforeseen circumstance, Biden-Maria missed:
  - Terrible! This is the first time this has happened to me!
  In response, a comforting roar:
  - He changed the trajectory, don't be upset girl.
  This upset the blonde.
  - Maybe! But my intuition failed me.
  - Try again. - Putin-Julian encouraged.
  But the Ka-32, apparently, received damage from the fragments of the downed colleague, went to the side and began to decline. Biden Maria said:
  "Maybe that's enough for now!"
  The redhead pointed out aggressively:
  - Okay, time to unload the Stingers. The path is clear.
  Almost simultaneously with her words, a submarine surfaced. Small, but quite voluminous, four fighters in electronic suits jumped out like a catapult. Biden-Maria peered at them: dressed in exosuits, but not looking as clumsy as previous models.
  The blonde asked enthusiastically:
  - Shall we load "stingers"?
  - Warehouse is open! Answered Putin-Yuliana, and twisted her hips. - Let's get you!
  It croaked in response:
  - Well, let's load it quickly and try to deal with this tricky weapon.
  The girl walked along the deck, a German G-4 rifle was lying around. Nearby is another with a grenade launcher. As is typical of Germany, it is quite high quality, maybe even better than the M-16, or at least more reliable. The latest modern model MG-7, also German, wound up, but not of particular interest to researchers.
  The Stingers were stored in oblong containers, carefully stowed, braced and padded with shock-absorbing nets, using a hydrolyzed cushion. They were taken apart and put together. The girls actively helped the armored guys. One of the finds was an unexpected RPG-39, the latest model.
  - It's strange that we didn't export them like that. - Observed the commander of the operation colonel. Then he turned to the girls.
  - You will not meet women like you in any action movie. Hundreds of corpses and the capture of a large ship. I think soon, a film will be made on your topic. They will call Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana hide the zone!
  There were also improved OG and PG models, models with more powerful explosives. In particular, the PG used four types of acid, and electrical induction, which made it possible to launch an explosive wave, penetrating multilayer active armor along with a cumulative screen in a narrower direction. A little more expensive, but effective.
  The Colonel lowered his voice and said:
  - "Ambrams" is already outdated. More advanced Powell tanks appeared in service, they have only two crew members, and they are located lying down. Very similar to our T-100, only the armor is a little thicker. That was a good thing to capture.
  - Not everything can be caught in the zone. We'll grab some for Antarctica. - Putin-Yuliana joked. We are not afraid of frost.
  The Colonel growled:
  - I know it! Just don't flaunt it!
  During the conversation, "Stingers" unloaded. There were exactly one hundred and five of them. Five were supposed to arrive in Russia, and the rest, after processing, were handed over to the terrorists.
  The redhead asked sternly:
  - Where are the stones?
  The Colonel logically explained:
  - The fact is that if they are brought to Russia, they will quickly lose their properties and it is not known when they will be restored.
  Confident squeak in response:
  - Certainly!
  Representative intelligence, whispered:
  "So let them stay with you for now. Only give the Black Sultan not seven, but six. All the same, he will not be able to use armor amplifiers and stingers, and the level of confidence in you from the terrorists will increase.
  The redhead, puffing up, agreed:
  - Undoubtedly. And what stone to leave?
  The Colonel calmly replied:
  - The one that absorbs radiation, you might need it. And the remaining six will return to us after the black sultan is finished.
  The blonde asked:
  - How long will it take to remake the Stingers?
  A reluctant reply followed:
  - Not so much, we will do this with special robots-designers. An hour or an hour and a half! We'll let you know.
  The red-haired vixen narrowed her eyes:
  - Good, but what about our task?
  The Colonel confidently replied:
  - Go to the city, killing everyone in your path! By doing so, you will weaken the pro-American group "Stability" and create more noise. Yes, the black sultan will be grateful to you.
  Here Biden-Maria doubted:
  - And is it logical!
  The FSB officer growled angrily:
  - We calculated logically! So Russian Rambo in skirts to hunt.
  - Well, for now, I hope we will distract the enemies from you. - Putin-Yuliana's eyes lit up with an unhealthy gleam.
  - Do you need ammo? - Asked the colonel.
  The blonde terminator cooed:
  - It won't hurt, although we spent no more than a thousand for two.
  A boastful reply followed:
  - The hand of the giver will not fail! Don't worry, the FSB's budget has been significantly increased.
  Biden-Maria remarked with a sigh:
  - But this means that the military or pensioners, workers in the social sphere will not receive additional money.
  The Colonel couldn't help but laugh.
  - Until the oil runs out, it does not threaten us. It is very good that you beat off the pebble from the Americans. Who knows, they managed to get cheap oil, which negatively affected our income.
  - It is impossible to call a developed country, in which the majority of budget revenues are oil and gas. Biden-Maria noted. - It is necessary to promote science in the civilian sphere, otherwise everything goes to militarism.
  The Colonel clapped the blonde on the powerful shoulder.
  This is what you girls are going to do. We are already growing new supermen. Which, perhaps, will combine fiber, or even liquid metals.
  - And then, as in "The Temptation of God", becoming a multi-hyperplasm like the Creator! Biden-Maria noted.
  The Colonel was surprised.
  - I have not read such a novel, but what is hyperplasma?
  - Energy of the future! What was electricity by Jules Verne has become fundamentally new types of matter. However, we don't have much time to talk. - Said the blonde girl, unloading the "stingers" into the boat.
  - It is necessary to read "The Temptation of God". - Said the colonel.
  - Very useful for combat strategy. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana. - In general, the first war in Chechnya was waged so incompetently that it clearly smells of treason.
  - Admit so it was! Our generals are not so stupid that they did not even know the elementary foundations of strategy and tactics. - Noticed the colonel, frowning.
  The red-haired girl, angrily flashed her eyes:
  Why didn't anyone get arrested?
  The officer did not answer too eagerly:
  - There was no political order, in addition, they did not want to create a precedent, very influential people could suffer.
  - A decent person puts justice - above family and friendly relations! The law for enemies and friends should be the same as a husband to a wife! The presence of different laws turns justice into a prostitute! - Declared decisive Biden-Maria.
  The Colonel slapped the blonde again on the shoulder.
  - Wow, I see the Russian Thatcher. You want some justice!
  The white-haired warrior yelled:
  - I want truth, order and, of course, freedom!
  The officer asked ironically:
  - What party?
  The blonde warrior began to speak with fervor:
  - Of the current none! It must be a new movement dominated by intellectual youth. And first of all, it is necessary to fight against the raw-material orientation of the economy. It is customary to scold Stalin, but under him, industry, in particular mechanical engineering, made a colossal leap from scratch. He managed to modernize the country without any petrodollars. Unfortunately, during the Brezhnev era, a bet was made on the export of raw materials and the import of consumer goods, food. And, unfortunately, this policy continues to this day. I would make scientists the richest people in the country. Oligarch professors would be the rule, not the exception. In addition, higher education should be not only free, but also compulsory, and the director of an enterprise must have a dissertation, and it must be handed over to a computer that cannot be bribed. In general, we will significantly raise the intellectual level of young people so that the principle does not dominate: buy and sell!
  - Yes, many even with higher education are looking for easy bread, the trade sector is clearly overloaded. The Colonel agreed.
  The weapons were loaded quickly. The girls worked and talked at the same time:
  - I think we need more stringent restrictions for a market economy. - Entered into conversation Putin-Yuliana. - What would not be such super-rich. And then one Russian oligarch has a fortune that immediately two hundred of the richest people in China.
  The colonel agreed with this:
  - That's right, and even the majority of billionaires are not of Russian nationality. We are thinking about it, and we are trying to pinch them.
  - Weakly pinch! Yes, a thorough weeding is needed here. Biden-Maria objected and angrily stamped her bare, round heel, crushing the poisonous snake. - Well, all the "Stingers" have unloaded, it's time to beat the enemy.
  On the shore they already knew about the attack and the Yankees were gathering forces. The death of the helicopters showed the enemy, they are very strong, and the Americans are not such a nation to tear headlong into hell. They were ready to hit for sure. In addition, the Stability group was pulling up its units.
  In this situation, you need to attack yourself. Then there will be an advantage. That's just how to head on or make a detour maneuver. Biden-Maria bravely offered.
  "Let's go straight to the port and kill them all there."
  The red-haired warrior doubted:
  - Not a bad idea, but you can immediately fall under dagger fire. I offer a softer version. Quick detour, entry from the side of the forest.
  The blonde was now uncharacteristically combative:
  - Is it worth wasting time!
  - The winter night is quite long. - objected Putin-Yuliana. "Besides, the enemy must not know that there are only two of us. It is necessary to create the illusion that the attack is also coming from the side of the land, as if there are large forces against them.
  The blonde warrior nodded.
  - This time, I agree with you, let's go!
  The girls moved at high speed in an inflatable boat. Still invisible soldiers, for virtual surveillance and radar.
  Cutting through the air, they bypassed several ships and, passing the buildings, found themselves in freer waters. Along the way, they were met by mutant sharks, but unlike the Alligator, the giant destroyer, the girls did not smell of blood. Therefore, they did not try to attack. In addition, Putin-Yuliana launched a boomerang disc.
  - Let him give them a new goal.
  Injuring the shark, he knocked out a fountain of blood from her body. The animal twitched, and her companions immediately pounced with their retractable jaws and fangs of mammoths. It looked scary, the monstrous beasts impaled their friend, she butted in response with a tusk, hit. Greenish, oily blood spread over the surface. Predators entered the battle, and the number of crippled grew; they were in turn finished off by others.
  - Wow, Maria Biden! But they are easy to deal with. He took, wounded one, and the rest will mutilate themselves.
  The blonde confidently confirmed:
  - You see the devil's morality plays a role. No need to preach hatred for your neighbor, and the desire to finish off the weak.
  The redhead pointed out aggressively:
  We didn't fight the weak. There were four hundred of them against the two of us, and there is a battle ahead with at least two thousand, of which three hundred and fifty are selected special forces that have gone through Iraq, Afghanistan, Somalia. And other fighters are not without experience.
  - A strong opponent, tempers the body and will, makes you stronger - a weak one corrupts the soul and weakens the body, makes you weaker! So the hard way gives much more easy victory! - Said Biden-Maria.
  Having bypassed the port of the girl, we went to the channel. It was not far from the port, you can even hear the ships humming. The scouts were in the canal. It was quite long and oddly writhing. Along the way, the girls almost ran into an anomaly. It curved the air like a transparent spring. Insects flew up to her and flared up with bright caviar. Nevertheless, she attracted winged creatures.
  - It's something like a fly annihilator. - Putin-Yuliana drew attention.
  The blonde warrior agreed:
  - Maybe some kind of radiation attracts insects. I feel the ultrasonic vibrations of the air with my skin.
  The redhead answered with a sigh:
  - A new problem for us! In general, this strange nature of the zone can lead to a heart attack.
  - You and I have two hearts, so we won't die right away! - Biden-Maria became fun. - It's good when you're not quite human.
  The firebrand laughed.
  - Agree! And then she would have stood at the stove, and even pregnant!
  Nevertheless, the girls had to stop, push off from the snags, move aside several times, kicking backwards.
  Behind one anomaly, another immediately appeared, this time an oval intermittent one. All this made movement difficult. Nevertheless, they passed, ahead of them there was a semblance of a stream.
  It is difficult to climb it, there is oncoming traffic, but there are no anomalies.
  The girls stopped before leaving it. It can be seen how several heads of "cabbage" ran up. The mutant plants did not see the almost indistinguishable girls, a couple of them stumbled upon the boots that the warriors put on again, but apparently convinced of their inedibility and the strength of Kevlar, fell behind.
  - We have to swim a bit forward! - Said Putin-Yuliana. We'll hide the boat there.
  - Carrying it with you is not handy! - Agreed quick-witted Biden-Maria.
  Making a jet engine silent is not an easy task for designers, but the cuttlefish also uses a similar principle, and is a first-class hunter.
  Finding a hiding place so that a random farter does not grab it is not so easy. The lair of a dangerous beast is best suited here. For example, a beaver rat. The animal is dangerous, it is difficult to kill and the size of a wild boar. Not wool scales, a normal farter will not stick to her lair. Especially at night. So the girls reasoned, hiding an inflatable boat, in the likeness of a pocket. Where bushes hang over the water from above. It was there that the girls left their treasure, disguised with bush branches.
  - Well hidden? Biden-Maria asked.
  - Until the morning lie down, and at dawn we will wash off! - Putin-Yuliana adjusted the stone.
  The blonde terminator asked doubtfully:
  - And if the rat-beaver shits!
  The redhead confidently replied:
  - Let's shoot! Its skin is stronger than that of an alligator.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Let's sell! Let's change our face and no one will recognize us!
  The fiery girl laconically yelped:
  - OK!
  The girls moved away slightly, as the rat-beaver himself appeared. They froze, determined to keep the beast alive for the time being. In some ways, they resembled a bandit who killed a family, but released a bird from a cage. The rat-beaver failed to catch the almost indistinguishable smell of the girls, besides, he was full, after tasting the carrion, he went to bed.
  His unusual snoring resembles the chirping of a mediocre violinist.
  The girls tried to move quickly, and at the same time no one saw them, the movement was so secretive. Even the boots were thrown off again so that the bare sole would better capture the vibration.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - Well, as a detour maneuver succeeds.
  The blonde chirped:
  - Unless we run into anomalies.
  Firebrand cooed:
  - And here is one such creeps out.
  Anomaly pearl from underground. She even loosened the soil. Like a gigantic mole, rammed sand, clay, grass. Pushed out something slimy like oil. After starting to smack.
  - It's disgusting! - Said Putin-Yuliana. It's like two pigs kissing.
  The anomaly heard them and, disturbed, moved towards the girls.
  - Let's go to the sides! Biden-Maria ordered.
  The redhead yelled:
  - What for?
  The blonde replied aggressively:
  - Let's make you chase two hares!
  The girl showed her tongue, she was amused by such a proposal. The scouts dispersed, and the anomaly froze. It shook a little and began to fall, a small flame passed through a puddle of oil. However, as soon as it lit up, it also quickly went out.
  - It's not Pirro! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  - Yes, Pirro's anomaly can cause a catastrophe! - Smart Biden-Maria agreed. - Now faster forward, and so we're wasting time.
  As soon as the girls went deep into the thick bushes in buds, trees, intertwined mutant lianas, they were surrounded by almost impenetrable darkness. Only the bark of the trees gleamed, giving the landscape an ominous, otherworldly feel. However, girls do not need night vision monoculars, this is for weaklings, people who are not capable of independent decisions and see in the dark. Putin-Yuliana almost rammed a tree, radioactive illumination made the distance illusory, often deceiving with the distance.
  - Damn it! - It seems that there is no anomaly, but the light is bent.
  - It's phosgene and phosphorus! - Said Biden-Maria, they often change the parameters of the air.
  The redhead giggled.
  - So this must be taken into account!
  The blonde confidently answered:
  - Slow at first, then get used to it.
  The girls gradually accelerated, while trying not to crack even with a knot under the sole. Fearing not so much casual observers as various creatures that could react to the sound.
  At first it was dry, but then as soon as the girls moved the bushes, a real waterfall poured on them!
  - Water, I suppose, is heavy! - Offered Putin-Yuliana.
  - Ten percent for sure! Biden-Maria agreed.
  The redhead squeaked in response:
  - Therefore, the dew is so large and does not evaporate!
  Clay champed under the soles of his boots. Its color is an unusual greenish-purple, like a sepulcher. This was not anywhere on Earth, except for the place of the zone.
  The bare feet of the girls tried to move sideways on it, but the tracks instantly overgrew, which facilitated reconnaissance. The warriors put on their shoes again, but it only got worse, although the bare sole does not tickle so much. It's just hard to move, it sticks to the shoes, forcing you to waste effort. Putin-Yuliana and Biden-Maria even swallowed a concentrated chocolate bar. Grass was rare, and was predominantly predatory. She crawled on the clay, and tried to grab the insects. The intricacies of tall lianas, bushes, branches, leaves, sometimes odorless, and sometimes with a strong aroma.
  - And where are the creepers from? Biden-Maria asked. - It's a temperate zone.
  The redhead explained uncertainly:
  - The result of a mutation, take root. In addition, the zone is warmer than it is in it! About fifteen degrees. It is hotter here in summer than in equatorial Africa. Or not about the same temperature.
  The blonde, grinning, remarked:
  - That's nothing! At least for us.
  Firebrand giggled.
  - Did you check it yourself?
  - I remember we were somehow taken to the Sahara. She spent a week without food and drink, walked barefoot on the sand and nothing survived! Biden-Maria noted. - Only of course pleasant, it was not enough.
  The redhead readily confirmed:
  - Of course! I went through it too! Feet quickly get used to, but only itch afterwards. And the skin darkens in the sun.
  The blonde answered honestly:
  - I do not like it when the body is white, it seems too pampered.
  The fire girl-terminator agreed:
  - Chocolate tan is trendy right now. It means you have money to go South.
  The girls almost ran out of the intricacies of the Chernobyl jungle. Past the bank of a wide channel was located. A dense shrub, sticking out roots, a mutant plantain, with its wide leaves - created a convenient closed position.
  The redhead exclaimed with delight:
  - Well, here is Chernobyl in front of us.
  - Yes, a former Soviet city! Why, why native Ukraine, has become a separate country. After all, for centuries we have been in the place! Every child knows that Kyiv is the mother of Russian cities. Biden-Maria said in a decisive tone. - We are united by the sacred Orthodox faith and Slavic roots. God Himself commanded us to be a single state. Yes, and Ukraine could in this case receive oil, gas, raw materials, metals, at domestic Russian prices. Unemployment would disappear, the economy would flourish.
  - For this, it is necessary that the Ukrainians themselves want integration. And for this, many villains need to be planted! - Answered Putin-Yuliana.
  Seeing the city is not difficult. The ditch is littered here, it's not a problem to cross the rampart. The houses are mostly old, five-story "Khrushchev" buildings are visible. The girls have already visited modern buildings. Then Biden-Maria remembered:
  - We must take out eighteen children, don't we?
  The redhead confidently answered:
  - Our guys will help! Let's create such a panic in the city that they won't be able to track our movements!
  The blonde hesitated.
  - What if he rolls over?
  Ognezarnaya radiated optimism:
  - I count on his elementary greed. Besides, I'm going to call this dwarf now. I will support his fighting spirit.
  The blond-haired woman remarked ironically:
  - It's best to do it with a good slap in the face.
   Putin-Yuliana typed and said:
  - Are you ready!
  Squeak in response:
  - Yes, but there was such a mess!
  The redhead responded aggressively:
  - Do not despair under the guise where it is easier to take out. Besides, no one would be surprised by the absence of children after such a stormy night.
  The animal squealed again:
  - I agree! They will no longer be up to us!
  - Wait for us, no matter what happens! Maybe add another five percent. - Putin-Yuliana said insinuatingly.
  The last words had a magical effect. The bandit pedophile purred:
  - I'll wait, even if the end of the world is coming!
  The cunning Biden-Maria mentally said: "how does this remind me of Judas waiting for an aspen stake."
  - Well, now we will beat the Americans and their henchmen. - Putin-Yuliana said decisively.
  And crushed a poisonous spider with the heel of her boot. Green blood splattered.
  The blonde said softly:
  - Do you know that I can't forgive America in any way?
  The redhead squeaked:
  - What?
  The blonde replied decisively.
  - Yugoslavia and massacre of the Serbs! This is barbarism! I even wrote poetry.
  Serb brothers die under pressure,
  NATO vandals, executioners!
  The end of the world is coming soon
  Hell is risen Auschwitz furnaces!
  
  Clinton is very humane in words,
  But in fact, he is a servant of hell!
  He is a bandit, the killer is the most important,
  And his idol resurrected Satan!
  
  Aircraft carriers ply the seas
  Bombs are being rained down on the Slavs!
  By order of the vile gigolo,
  Serbia has been attacked!
  
  Girl burns from napalm
  Her mother was covered by the Earth!
  NATO members wage war "humanely" -
  Family destroyed!
  
  Do not endure the humiliation of the Slavs,
  We will all stand up for the Serbs!
  Let's not take any more insults
  Let's crush the enemy with a steel hand!
  
  Army of my holy Russia,
  Will be able to protect the world order!
  Though abundantly irrigated with blood,
  We can beat the adversaries!
  
  We defeated the Wehrmacht with heroism,
  We crushed Bonaparte's spine!
  Gloriously we have done away with fascism,
  In eternity the light of victories shines!
  The redhead clapped her hands.
  - Wonderful poetess Biden-Maria! Only in the last verse the word is victory and they won, as if duplicated!
  The blonde terminator answered logically:
  - A good word can be repeated a thousand times! And in general, many professional poets, in order to strengthen one and the same thought, repeated it in couplets.
  The fiery beauty yelped:
  - Very possible! The main thing is that your words come from a pure heart.
  - If I got Clinton, I would castrate him. Biden-Maria noted.
  The girls pushed the fallen tree away. The trunk was all in triangles, a special kind of parasitic jellyfish. Clay slightly hardened, became like glass. The branches broken in the fall were terribly sticky.
  The redhead muttered:
  - It's disgusting!
  - You know? Maria Biden said. - What can you say about the plan of attack?
  The fiery wench-terminator growled:
  - It's very easy to go forward over the corpses. And to increase the panic, we will set fire to the city.
  The blonde hesitated.
  - Civilians will die.
  The red-haired warrior crushed the head of a large, green cockroach with her heel and yelped:
  There are few women and children here. Well, we have already seen how children are used, and women are either prostitutes or their little rich tourists. There are no civilians here. Also, remember the history of World War II. When the Soviet cities were liberated, they did not spare even their civilian population.
  . CHAPTER #13
  The blonde terminator exclaimed:
  - It's not really, really! We tried to reduce losses! It didn't always work out. And the Germans were pretty stupid. The Russians learned to fight during the war, but the Germans forgot how!
  Firebrand growled:
  - This is a freebie for us!
  - And thank God! Otherwise, there would be no one to give birth to children, there would be no men left. - Biden-Maria declared with a sigh, who completely forgot that she was the president of the United States and for a while Russia became the main enemy.
  They examined the port, the optics gave a two-hundred-fold increase. There were even faces twisted with excitement. The noise grew, and Admiral John Hamilton ran out from behind the hotel, accompanied by guards. He gave commands in a barking tone.
  The girls observed at the same time, although the instructions usually recommend doing this separately. Why? Apparently, in order not to particularly tire the team, prolonged observation is exhausting. In addition, the eye can also "blur", it has been known even since the Middle Ages. But the girls weren't going to watch for too long.
  The approach is quite open, trees and shrubs have been exhausted. It can be seen that it was more convenient to repel a possible attack of opponents or monsters. This is not good.
  Outside the defense perimeter there are several light houses, with shield walls and bars on the windows. Guards are visible, several sentries, but mosquito nets on their faces.
  Yes, there are enough insects here, and they bite very painfully. True, the girls were not really touched, the scouts practically do not radiate heat. This is good for them. Naturally, there is no visibility in mosquito nets. They just look down at their feet. A couple of people, however, in a helmet. It seems to be armored glass, but it will not withstand the Destroyer machine gun. For some reason, there are no mosquitoes in the city itself, and in the forests they sometimes meet, then disappear.
  - Mystery Zone! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria expressed the version:
  "The anomalies must attract them, while the other varieties scare them away.
  A cloudy spot swam from the side, oddly enough, the city itself is almost safe in terms of the appearance of anomalies. Maybe even some kind of field scares away.
  Voices were heard:
  - Yes lucky New Cher!
  Someone squeaked:
  - There are no mosquitoes there, that's a consolation!
  One of the sentries was bitten on a protected finger, and he began to comb it feverishly.
  - Wow, disgusting and bites through gloves. - Said Biden-Maria.
  The redhead pointed out aggressively:
  - But they also smear themselves! From this side, no joke camarilla.
  There are three bunkers near the wall. With a good sector of fire. True, the girls have already outlined a way to get around them, however, one bunker must be destroyed. Here are two machine guns. One of our Russian "Kord", a large-caliber fairly new. Caliber 12.7 mm. In general, a good design and next to a non-German GIY-4. Also not a frail machine, and the latest model, most recently developed in Germany.
  - The group "Stability" has quite a lot of machine guns from different countries, including AK-103. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana. - There is also an M-26 rifle, we saw it on the ship.
  The blonde laughed:
  - But ours that do not rush at this weapon much.
  The redhead aggressively noticed, baring her teeth:
  - M-26, faster fire, more penetrating than M-16, but still capricious. It is good for her to fight only in Europe.
  - If ours go there it will be interesting! -Biden-Maria showed her teeth. - Perhaps some of the weapons go through the black market. Or the bandits have connections at the top.
  The fire warrior agreed:
  - The latter probably! But here we are, as always, set up, they say, girls take the rap for everyone!
  The blonde terminator yelped:
  - Ridiculous even!
  There were relatively few sentries, two boats were sailing in the sea, a third soon joined them. A roar in the sky: an MI-24 took off, it seemed to be moving a little heavy.
  The sentinel, hidden by bushes, emerged, following the bird with a curious look.
  - And this one signed up for the dead. - Summed up Putin-Yuliana. - You might accidentally miss it.
  - It's not scary for us! One line doesn't hurt! - Said Biden-Maria.
  The red-haired warrior took it and cooed:
  "So it is, but it"s better not to be seen at all. At least we updated the stock of bullets.
  The blonde agreed.
  - On the other hand, there is also protection.
  A motor boat rushed along the canal, it trembled slightly from movements, six militants in NATO camouflage were sitting in it.
  Biden-Maria made contact with the submarine.
  The pretty girl whispered:
  - Can you pick up eighteen children?
  They asked in surprise:
  - Monsters?
  The blonde terminator objected:
  - No normal!
  A confident answer followed:
  - Okay, let's do it, the volume allows!
  The blonde beauty remarked:
  - I only ask you to provide medical assistance, many of them have ulcers and burns.
  She was cut off:
  - Learn that too!
  With a swift movement, Biden-Maria switched off. Meanwhile, the changing of the guard took place. The command follows: illuminate the face. True, mosquito nets, as a rule, are not removed, which makes the ritual itself meaningless.
  - So you can replace the guard! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana. Should we try.
  - Let's go easy. Biden-Maria narrowed her eyes. - It will be the most efficient.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - But it's not effective!
  The sentry rang PSO - 3, turned away and began to relieve himself. Another soldier took out a bottle of Russian vodka. He swallowed from his throat, then ate a Snickers. A girl, tall and brightly painted, approached him. She kept chasing mosquitoes with her hands. Cursed! And it's quite bizarre:
  - Bastards! You don't have a condom!
  She looked like a prostitute, and not the most expensive. She approached, hugged the sentry, asked with an aspiration! While circling full lips with your tongue:
  - Two mowers and a blowjob right on the spot!
  She was sternly yelled at:
  - Mosquitoes will gnaw off the scrotum! Yes, go, take cover, hide behind the rampart, there it"s calm with respect to the creatures.
  The girl and the night fairy squeaked:
  - They say the destroyer "Alligator" was bombed.
  In response, a deafening roar:
  - Bullshit!
  The prostitute muttered:
  - Why such a panic?
  In response, the sentries roared, hitting the prostitute with a kick in the ass, but they didn"t get it a little, and the howl was hysterical:
  - The Yankees are drunk! Get out of here, we're not supposed to talk to prostitutes.
  The prostitute was obviously offended and ran! Only the heels flashed. A fighter plane flew over the port, a jet plane, judging by the contours of the MIG-28.
  - Maybe ours? Biden-Maria asked in a whisper.
  The redhead confidently replied:
  - Unlikely! Ours wouldn't glow!
  The megavisor binoculars recorded everything on a mini disk. All enemies under the gun can be removed at once.
  The blonde stamped her heel and squeaked:
  - Let's strike now!
  - It seems that there is no point in delaying! - Said Putin-Yuliana. Let's pray and forward with full concentration!
  - And what is this creature? Biden-Maria pointed to the coast. Putin-Yuliana even whistled.
  On the one hand, it looked like a gigantic "Ambrams"-like turtle. Only three long heads, and twelve legs. The shell is tiled, and the heads look like crocodiles, the teeth sparkle like pearls!
  - Wow, this monster weighs at least twenty tons! - Biden-Maria noted.
  The fiery maiden whistled:
  - No less! On the eye all thirty will be! Now raise a rustle.
  The colossal beast got to the surface, and began to turn its heads.
  The guards noticed him and became alarmed. Suddenly, a man in a green khaki-colored suit jumped out of the bunker. He called out:
  - Do not shoot! This is tortoiseshell Gorynych!
  They roared at the top of their lungs:
  What if he attacks us? Yes, and the skin is valuable!
  - He's hard to kill! In addition, the monster is full of explosive gas, it will explode like a thousand grenades. The officer explained. - He's not aggressive. The hands of a soldier are given to shoot, and the brains to stop in time!
  - That's a smart man! - Evil Putin-Yuliana was surprised. We don't know anything about this animal.
  Biden-Maria agreed with this:
  - A gap in education, in general, in the zone, mutations occur so rapidly that it is impossible to fully fix them!
  - As long as the nerd is out of the shelling, you need to start! No matter how long the night is, shooting will noticeably shorten it! - Putin-Yuliana asked the machine, turning on its artificial intelligence chip.
  - That's right, I say!
  "Destroyer"-1 squeaked:
  - Killing a fool is the same as pricking with a needle, shooting a smart one is like hitting with a shell!
  - It seems that the machine has become adept at catch phrases! - Putin-Yuliana clicked on the computer box. What would you advise us in this situation?
  The machine with artificial intelligence replied:
  - You all saw what you need!
  The red-haired vixen-president insistently repeated:
  - Yes, and the situation is changing every second!
  "Destroyer"-2, raising his tone, replied:
  - Then go ahead and mow down everyone! I have already seen you in what to delay!
  - And what do you offer me? Biden-Maria asked her machine gun.
  The automaton chirped aggressively:
  - Likewise! The spring is wound up, it remains to lower! Or do you want to listen to Tchaikovsky's aria?
  The blonde ironically replied:
  - Maybe Bilana or Chillentano!
  Roughly, Putin-Yuliana interrupted them:
  - Then let's get started!
  Putin-Yuliana and Biden-Maria, without saying a word, chose their targets, fixed them in order to mow them down with one burst. An officer in camouflage merging with the surface and capable of changing color began to move away. It looked like a blur. Something like the movie "Predator", where he lathered such an expensive uniform.
  Suddenly he stopped, a semblance of a shark emerged from under the water, only large almost like a sperm whale, in a shell and with claws. Water was flowing from it in waves. Two monsters stood up against each other and roared! It was like the ravings of a madman who had seen enough of horror films. Three-headed crocodile turtle vs crab shark. Incomprehensible games of the radioactive evolution of the zone.
  - Here it is a new battle, monstrous species! Biden-Maria even slightly closed her eyes.
  Putin-Yuliana replied:
  - And you want to say that they were created by God!
  The blonde terminator cooed:
  - Everything is created by God, but Satan changed the DNA.
  The red-haired warrior chirped:
  - In the laboratory or something! Don't you think it's all absurd. Even if ordinary radiation changes nature in such a way, then the development of life forms is quite possible at the behest of nature.
  The fair-haired warrior objected:
  - This is not the usual radiation! You yourself know that according to the most widespread version, a spaceship of a super-civilization crashed in the Chernobyl zone, and so it gave birth to numerous miracles.
  The flaming warrior, the big-busted fighter, cooed:
  - So can we make bets?
  The blonde fighter growled:
  - I already know, I'll say the crab shark will win.
  Red doubted:
  - Why. They are equal in weight.
  Biden-Maria answered logically:
  Because she attacked first. The predator will not go to obvious suicide!
  Putin-Yuliana giggled:
  - Sounds logical! Perhaps you are right!
  The battle between the two animals was fierce, the crocodile turtle tried to push the enemy into the water. Splashes were heard, fountains of spray shot up, changing color on the fly. But the crab shark dodged, and slammed its mouth. Here he found out the advantage of one, but very large mouth. Crocodile heads were bitten off at once, or rather, until they managed to bite off the outer one and half of the mouth in the middle. Blood poured from two vessels at once, orange arterial, and purple venous. Tongues poked out of the crab shark's mouth and greedily licked the splattered surface.
  - Delicious! - Agreed, nodding Putin-Yulian. - Like mango juice.
  - Look, don't get burned! - Biden-Maria pinned her.
  The crocodile turtle tried to hide its heads under the shell. She only partly succeeded. It can be seen that the design did not provide for emergency evacuation during the battle!
  The initiative was completely taken over by the shark. She began to bite off her legs, using pincers. Her opponent sluggishly kicked and squeaked. The noise was very strong, and more and more fighters ran to the spectacle. A crowd of curious people gathered, including an already familiar prostitute. However, the woman managed to put on a mosquito net.
  The ground around them was rapidly filling with blood. The smell was strong something mixed with diesel, natural gas, and rotten meat. In general, not particularly pleasant, but quite tolerable. However, it was not heard through the mosquito nets, at least not enough to scare away the crowd.
  Shreds of torn skin hung from the middle head, and a greenish skull bone was visible. The muzzle was torn, the teeth fell out, scattering over the surface.
  - Yes, it's fear! - Agreed Putin-Yuliana.
  - Or demonic horror movie! However, it is not for us to judge. - Confirmed, stamping her heel on the worm Biden-Maria.
  Severed limbs swirled, twisted and untwisted. Gradually the animal weakened from loss of blood. Moreover, the enemy managed to pry off the claws and stretch out the third head. A bite followed, and two-colored blood spurted out like a broken pipe.
  The crocodile turtle twitched and froze. Putin-Yulian was disassembled by curiosity:
  How will she eat it?
  The blonde terminator answered logically:
  - The shell looks very impressive, it may not even be taken from the Shilka.
  The red-haired warrior squeaked:
  - Must break through the idea! Although here the armor is twenty centimeters like that of the "Royal Tiger".
  - Mutations could give bones the strength of alloy steel. Yes, there are bones in the zone with a special crystal lattice that can surpass titanium. There is, for example, a seven-valent construction, and a particularly strong nine-valent one, so everything is built in such a way that it is harder than diamond. Shells are especially strong if they contain an admixture of fluorine! - Said Biden-Maria. - True, in practice it was not possible to confirm this.
  The redhead pointed her finger.
  - See how he opens it?
  The crab shark, having tucked its shell with its claws, made a lever. Then she carefully pulled apart the two halves. It can be seen that there was a fastening mechanism in the shell itself.
  - Like a professional burglar. - Admired Biden-Maria.
  The firebrand chuckled.
  - What did you think! Nature is the mother of man, and the mother of a great inventor cannot be a complete fool! Although she lacks practical ingenuity!
  The blonde terminator objected:
  - Looking at what! For example, AIDS has not yet been dealt with.
  The redhead confidently shouted:
  - We'll fix that! Wow, look, is he doing something?
  The blonde lady chirped with aplomb:
  "Remember how the officer talked about explosive gas?" Brings him down!
  Indeed, a huge torch blazed, the flame soared into the air. It was a tricolor jet, even the crab shark recoiled from the fire.
  - Look, he's afraid! - Putin-Yuliana seemed to point a little finger.
  The blonde terminator hissed:
  - It's not good to offend the unreasonable!
  The flame raged, brightly rising higher and higher, but did not burn for long and began to grow dim. When it went out, the crab shark pounced on the meat and began to devour it. Moreover, the meat was fried and became very appetizing.
  - It seems that the kebabs are fried! Biden-Maria noted. - And after all as times begins post.
  - Yes, what are you talking about! All these positions were invented in order for the peasants to give less, if more, to the master. And the Bible: the epistle to the Romans chapter fourteen: it is said that the strong in the faith eat everything, but the weak only vegetables. Whoever is, is for the Lord and thanks God. Whoever does not eat, does not eat for the Lord! Everyone act according to the dictates of his mind! - Putin-Yuliana giggled, and knocked down a prickly, pink-colored insect with her heel, which flattened out from the blow. - So the concept of fasting is free and the disciples of Christ ate a whole lamb before Easter!
  The blonde terminator yelped:
  - I'll learn it!
  Other creatures began to emerge from the water. In particular, rats! It is not clear how a mammal interbred with fish, but the fact remains that an abomination crawled out, ranging in size from a meter and above. There were sharks almost normal only in ulcers, they jumped out, tore a piece of meat onto land and crawled back. The fins, altered by the mutation, are round or diamond-shaped, some like scoops seeking to scoop up meat.
  Biden-Maria was calm: she had experience with these creatures. True, crocodiles were the safest. These cold-blooded reptiles are too slow. You can run on their backs or even ride: no problem! The shark is more mobile and, nevertheless, its trajectory is predictable. Especially in large barracudas. Once she really almost bit off her hand, if she were a simple person, she would become an invalid. But everything is overgrown, not even a scar remains.
  - Great grace to be born in a test tube! - Said the blonde girl. - I killed sharks, and quite large ones!
  - Ultrasound? - Asked, ironically twisting her face, snide Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde terminator objected:
  - No, with a knife!
  The red-haired warrior confirmed, baring her teeth:
  - In general, I also fought with a dagger! This is something like underwater gladiator fights. But it is terribly inconvenient, the aquatic environment slows down blows, prevents you from swinging. You are somewhat constrained.
  Biden-Maria cooed affectionately:
  - There is such! But you can always substitute the tip. The basic rule is counterattack, and impose your pace on the animal.
  Putin-Yuliana answered with a smile:
  "Still, it doesn"t compare to an ultrasonic gun. He cuts them down completely, paralyzing the spinal cord.
  The blonde spoke confidently.
  - Agree! By the way, we have such toys. Only energies are consuming to hell. Even gel batteries drain quickly.
  The red-haired beauty cooed:
  - The machine gun is more reliable, but I heard that atomic batteries will soon be invented and then it will be possible to use this weapon of the future!
  The blond girl remarked:
  - Live up to it!
  The number of scavengers increased: eels crawled out, snakes that, wriggling, clung to pieces of fried flesh. They tore them off and collapsed. Then came flying fish and winged jellyfish. They rose from the water to take part in the hellish feast. Worms, lizards, snails, and other creatures crawled out from under the soil. The zone opened its face, the smell of fried food attracted everyone. There were also classic rats, and rats with scales, crayfish with ten claws, spiny crabs.
  And, of course, insects, whole swarms of mosquitoes, flies, grasshoppers, carnivorous mutant butterflies and dragonflies of all kinds. There were such creatures, including the rat-raven and other abominations. The dogs also ran. Between large and small monsters, fights broke out every now and then, a terrible squabble. Those who became obese and lost mobility were devoured by those that were more hungry and dexterous. More and more blood flowed and it turned into a living funnel.
  On the opposite side, a whole crowd had gathered. There were both military and wealthy tourists. They filmed what was happening on cameras or phones. There was even one boy of about ten with a laptop. But this is rather an exception, since it was forbidden to enter the zone, according to unwritten rules, to let minors in. Maybe because of the fear of mutations in a young organism, but there are always exceptions to any rules.
  For girls, this is a good rule, fewer innocent deaths. Biden-Maria launched a reconnaissance robot.
  - Go check the interior, and the places hidden by the towers.
  In response, a ready squeak:
  - Listen to the commander! I will give you a full review!
  The blonde terminator sternly warned:
  Just don't open fire!
  A small turtle on wheels at a speed of more than a hundred kilometers per hour rushed in the direction of New Cher. She had a proboscis from which she could release a painful paralyzing impulse, and suction cups to pull out the "tongue".
  Warrior with blond hair, it was interesting:
  - I wonder if it was used in combat conditions!
  Putin-Yuliana saw events reach their peak:
  - Well, Biden-Maria. Now it's time for us to really go. Otherwise, we will waste time, and it does not work for us.
  The blonde girl pleaded with her arms folded across her high chest.
  - Shall we spare the child?
  - Okay, he will only increase the panic, and we will kill all the men! The red-haired girl rolled her eyes.
  The blonde girl growled.
  - Then let's count the victims. There were at least five hundred of them gathered here.
  Indeed, half a thousand came to admire the spectacle, most of the people were armed. Among them are a hundred and fifty American special forces. How frivolous these Yankees are.
  Now it was time to take them off. A continuous belt is best suited for this, allowing two to release three thousand rounds per minute. Or five hundred in ten seconds. But, given the inevitable misses, it will take about twenty seconds and a thousand rounds. Considering the enthusiasm, as well as the fact that silent weapons are quite real. You only need to shoot from the rear, then reach the front. Also a bad plan.
  - Let's start with the enemy's rear and end with a big purge. - Offered Putin-Yuliana.
  The quick-witted Biden-Maria agreed with this:
  - I think so! All the same, they will start, despite all the enthusiasm, to scatter.
  The red-haired warrior, grinning carnivorously, remarked:
  - Well, what can you do! We have ten or fifteen seconds!
  Biden-Maria focused and took aim. Then she caught herself thinking that she did not feel sorry for these people at all. As if these are not living individuals, but computer monsters. After all, when you destroy enemies in a virtual machine, you do not feel any pity.
  And where did her Christian mercy, her love for her neighbor, go?
  Only passion, the desire to exterminate and destroy!
  The girls distributed the space, the computer grabbed the targets.
  - Fire! - Commanded, stomping Putin-Yulian's heels.
  Invisible and inaudible bullets hit the back rows. The blow was indeed very strong, the bullets pierced through the head. Even when dying, many of them smiled and pointed. The enthusiasm for the process was so great that the fighters did not immediately realize what was happening. Biden-Maria counted the seconds to herself: ten, eleven, twelve...
  Only at the fifteenth second, the military realized that they were being destroyed and began to jump to the side, trying to lie down or return fire. However, all this was done with great delay and out of five hundred people, no more than seventy survived. And they quickly died, they could not find shelter.
  - Orientation north! I got it, you didn't believe! - She said, a very fighting redhead, Putin-Yuliana.
  - I'm Biden-Maria not byaka - I don't want to cry anymore! - answered her fair-haired partner.
  It doesn't often happen that a fight is like a meat grinder, but in this case it was. True, some people managed to jump in the bunker. Some rolled back. But the boy, on the contrary, cheered up, showed his tongue, and even tried to walk on his hands.
  - I'm a ninja turtle! he shouted.
  - Feast in Time of Plague! - Commented the swift Biden-Maria, having thrown off her boots for a couple of seconds, crushed the fly with her bare toes, winking at her partner.
  - Or maybe shoot him in the leg so that he doesn't jump? - Suggested by Putin-Yuliana.
  - Don't! He can remain lame for life! - Biden-Maria shook her head negatively.
  - But the head will become smarter. Is not it? - Putin-Yuliana, also took off her boot and snapped her toes on her bare feet.
  Then she crushed a large mosquito with them. He doused the zone mutant with blue blood.
  The boy stopped and took out a cigarette from his pocket, flicked the lighter in the shape of a dragon on the road.
  - And this is already harmful to health! - Said Biden-Maria and almost without aiming, fired.
  The cigarette flew out of his mouth. The boy froze, and then, yelling wildly, rushed to his heels.
  - A bullet is the most effective educational method in communicating with young people, as well as with the elderly! - I noticed, baring her teeth, fighting Putin-Yuliana.
  - Only the effectiveness of the impact falls! Often the credibility will fall, and if you get there, you will have to bring up zombies! - Said, somewhat killing the tone, Biden-Maria.
  The red-haired vixen, grinning, remarked:
  - Funny! Although you know what is the weakness of any religion?
  The blonde was surprised
  - In what?
  The fiery girl squeaked:
  - Religion lowers a proud person to the level of an animal - giving a choice between a sheep and a goat!
  The blond girl yelled:
  - Well, your language is Putin-Yuliana.
  The red-haired girl squeaked:
  - Such a thing!
  - It's different for me! It is better to give your skin to people like a sheep than to hiss forever like a snake! - Said Biden-Maria.
  The girls continued to shoot, they finished off almost everyone, but they started firing back from the bunker. Two machine guns fired at once.
  The blonde noted with concern:
  "Someone didn't get out."
  The redhead giggled.
  "They can't really aim!" Even the most advanced thermal imager does not see us!
  The blonde concluded:
  - But still, you need to scare the enemies. Otherwise, they might get caught later. - The girls jumped up and, splitting up, rushed to run towards New Cher. The machine gun hit almost blindly, he could not take the shadows under the gun. In addition, the presence of thermal imagers played a negative role. The warriors reacted to the thermal impulses of rats, snakes, and even bloodsuckers that appeared. The favorite animal of writers who earn money in the zone had several varieties. Here it was something like a bee and a scorpion with a terrible muzzle. The face of the abomination resembled a mixture of tentacles and wounds in which worms swarm. They rushed at the corpses, sucking out the blood at once, at the same time they smelled of an evil anomaly. The air seemed to swirl and burn with their breath. That even looked like an anomaly. Some bloodsuckers were invisible, they could almost instantly dissolve in the air. Well, they are generally dangerous creatures. Here the bastards also wanted to disappear, but were caught by a thermal imager.
  - So invisible, where did you lather? - Pinned them Putin-Yuliana.
  The bullets pierced hard-to-kill bodies. Sometimes they even hit the head, piercing into the mass. In most cases, bloodsuckers killed farters. Those who could defeat them became the legends of the zone. These can only be counted on the fingers. But after all, farter will not be able to drag a heavy heavy machine gun with him. This means that even with the AK-103 he has slippery chances against an opponent who does not have a central nervous system.
  But here are two modern powerful machine guns, thickly spitting bullets capable of penetrating an armored personnel carrier. Well, how can you resist them?
  Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana wanted to gouge an armored bunker from a grenade launcher, but changed their minds. Here is one of the bloodsuckers, having received a critical amount of damage, or rather, what was left of him, fell and became visible. Then the second and third were destroyed in the same way. The fourth scoundrel, leaving behind a trail of burning acid, tried to leave. But it was not there. The machine-gunners mercilessly mowed down him too.
  The girls, having jumped over the bridges, climbed onto the bunker, leaning against its armored door. Figured Putin-Yuliana in a clear commanding voice said:
  - Hey you drunken eyes! Wherever you fire, you need to attack the enemy, and you shoot small fry.
  - Who is it? - They asked in the bunker.
  - Colonel Ian Smith! - barked Putin-Yuliana. - Or you vomit, sticking eggs in the ass.
  In response, a frightened screech:
  - That's right, Colonel!
  - I'll show you now how to shoot, down with the doors! - In the male voice of the girl rage raged.
  The soldiers hastily opened the doors! The armor here was ship's, the thickness of the door was not less than half a meter. Putin-Yuliana grinned evilly and gave a turn. There were five of them guys, fell upside down. They didn't even get scared. The girl made a slight bow.
  - Mercy! - This expression looked like a mockery.
  Biden-Maria told her:
  - Let's move on!
  The redhead said with a smile:
  - Come on, I'll try out the machine gun first. Whose is better ours or German.
  The blonde terminator answered confidently:
  - Check! They're already running!
  Indeed, reinforcements rushed to the rescue. In general, the Americans and their accomplices acted very stupidly. It's even amazing how they managed to defeat the army of Saddam Hussein. Apparently exclusively by bribery and treason.
  They run like a flock of rams, but above a separate chain, bent low and raising their heads. And not in a straight line, but making undulating movements, preventing him from aiming.
  The Redhead Warrior said:
  - You Biden-Maria go to their rear. From here, I can handle myself.
  The blonde winked at the beauty:
  - I obey Putin-Yulian.
  The girl did just that. You make a winding detour and hide behind the houses.
  Letting them get closer, Biden-Yuliana turned two machine guns at once. Fortunately, the bunker was designed for all-round defense and the slots rotated.
  The girl made sure to cover as many targets as possible with a thick line at once. On the one hand, it is difficult, but on the other hand, it is interesting. The militants have already climbed the rampart. And then heavy lead jets hit them. Bullets pierced and tore bodies, pierced bulletproof vests and helmets through and through. Two machine guns are two hundred bullets per second, and although not every one in the forehead, but in such skillful hands of a born killer, certain death. In response, not particularly frequent rain pounded on the armor of the bunker, not everyone figured out where the fire was coming from.
  The red-haired warrior aggressively declared:
  - Many of you are to blame for being born at the wrong time and in the wrong country! In war they kill mainly for the place and year of birth - this is enough for a death sentence!
  After more than one hundred and fifty people were mowed down, the rest lay down and began to shoot back. However, after all, a machine gun is capable of hitting a lying target, even if it rolls back and moves around with its feet. After all, the slightest gap is enough to destroy the enemy. It was more effective to hide behind the wall of the house or climb into the gap. So some did. But here already Biden-Maria did not give them a descent. A demon possessed a pious girl. How actively she fired back, she even growled a little. She ran over the walls and fired.
  Here I ran into an African. Without thinking too long, she cut off his head with a sweep of the dagger. Next to another Yankee with the face of Chuck Noris. He stood up. Biden-Maria did not shoot, but simply jumped, crushing her chin with her heel.
  And she exclaimed:
  - What Chuck got! For a long time I wanted to clash with you.
  - Or maybe with Stallone? - Asked through the earpiece Putin-Yulian.
  - For Rambo, this actor needs to be torn off his head! - Said an angry Biden-Maria.
  The girl turned, did a somersault and cut off ten people in one burst. She perceived them as if in a separate filming. Then she lifted the lying fighter, he literally vomited because of fear. Then Biden-Maria threw him over the head with a blow to the stomach.
  Then she winked at her partner:
  - Here I put it!
  - I shoot too! - Putin-Yuliana could not resist another stupidity. - And you don't want to take revenge on Rocky for Ivan Draga.
  The blonde terminator nodded in agreement.
  "Good idea, but this coward won't dare to put on gloves.
  Firebrand grinned aggressively.
  - Maybe we'll get it from the machine!
  Reinforcements arrived with two tanks. One "Ambrams", the other old man T-72.
  The fiery warrior cooed:
  - Here come the boxes. Maybe you can treat them to Septipus Maria.
  - "Ambrams" is well armored. I'll try an RPG - 29 on it.
  The blonde confidently suggested:
  - Better shoot at the sides than at the forehead. He has a meter of layered armor on his forehead.
  The redhead angrily kicked a fly agaric:
  - You might as well not remind me. Not a freshman!
  The girl ran up to the tank "Ambrams". The steel monster puffed. Sixty-two and a half tons, armor with depleted uranium inclusions. An almost square tower with an inclination does not look quite aesthetically pleasing. Biden-Maria thought and said aloud:
  - Still, the turretless model of a crewless tank is best. No need to spend so much internal space on people!
  The girl twisted, jumped from the side. She was noticed and given a turn, in the shadow. Biden-Maria evaded. She moved and fired at the side. "Ambrams" was damaged, the hull was pierced. He stopped, but the box itself, in general, remained intact.
  The short muzzle of the German vacuum cannon was slightly bent. In general, for its time, a very decent tank capable of accelerating to thirty kilometers in six seconds. During Desert Storm, he showed his superiority over the T-72. Especially in armor. Thoughts raced through Biden-Maria's head at the speed of an express train. In general, the girl thinks very quickly! NATO's car is not badly debugged. True, the Yankees will cope with the guerrilla war, they just can"t. But they had experience with the massacre of the Indians. But democracy gets in the way. For example, why not use torture, hostage-taking, and pressure on relatives against partisans and terrorists. But the free press raised a high: the rights of bandits are being violated. Here is already food, provide them with lawyers, a jury, and even preferably Muslims. Fight the partisans like a gentleman! Idiots! Here in Russia, too, they tried to wage the first Chechen war with clean hands. Journalists had freedom, but what happened. During the second Chechen war, the press and human rights activists were pressed and succeeded. So the weakness of the US and the West is that they really have democracy and freedom - there is little order, discipline, strictness towards criminals. It is even surprising that with such a mess, America was able to achieve something in the economy. The market is essentially yesterday - the future belongs to the planned economy.
  Hardened Biden-Maria thought and fired. At the same time, she beat her, throwing off her boots, with bare, girlish feet so that she broke her neck. This technique was developed in special forces, you strike, arching the foot at such an angle that it is sure to become fatal. In particular, the girl sparred with the world champion himself. She really was wearing a mask so as not to cause unnecessary noise. Before the fight, she experienced jitters, even a heavyweight champion in Thai boxing. But when the battle began, she was convinced that the enemy was inferior to her in speed and reaction.
  She didn't knock him out just out of respect, but she did a couple of sweeps. Then she asked in surprise:
  - And it's a champion!
  She answered logically:
  - Yes, but he is a human champion!
  The offended Biden-Maria nodded:
  - Why am I worse than people!
  And now she saved bullets by performing a spin-up technique and a wall throw. Using the principle of aikido, she pushed the enemies with their foreheads, so much so that they cracked. She was excited, feeling the joy in the movement. It often happens when you breathe deeply and kill men.
  "It may be strange and absurd, but I sow death like a harvest, I send enemies to hell and heaven, and I don"t feel sorry for their poor fellows at all!" - Biden-Maria sang.
  Here she approached the T-72 tank. It is slightly smaller, but much more beautiful than the Ambrams, with a long muzzle, elegant streamlined armor, lined with tiles. Its wonderful 125 mm cannon was the most powerful in the world at the time the tank was created. At a distance of three kilometers, she shattered the armor of a much heavier American M-60 tank like a stone. In general, the M-60 is an unsuccessful model, although it is not inferior to the Mercedes in terms of comfort.
  The machine gunner leaned out of the tower, trying to see through the raised dust, a lot of fire and smoke. He looks carefully, aims the newly installed Kord, tries to feel something.
  Barefoot Biden-Maria runs up to him from the stern of the tank. Picks up and throws out. The fighter flies with a screech, falls, trembles like an inverted beetle. The girl looked inside. She grabbed the radio operator and the commander with her bare feet and threw them out too. But the driver shouted:
  - Sit still, you will go with me!
  - Where? - He asked in English!
  - On the hunt, and after lunch! Biden-Maria answered.
  The tank moved, and the girl began to shoot from the "Korda". But an infantry fighting vehicle appeared, followed by another. A small robot warns about this.
  The blonde terminator whispered silently:
  - So, so new toys.
  BMP is a serious enemy, he even has a 76-millimeter cannon. And the car itself is nimble. But the projectile easily pierces it.
   Swift Biden-Maria turns the tower and seizes the moment. This is how pigeons appeared. Even the headlights were turned on to make it easier to aim. But why not shoot down two BMPs at once?
  - It's quite real! Biden-Maria giggled. - You just need to take an accurate sight!
  The girl does it! It fires a volley, a projectile with an acceleration of almost 1800 meters per second pierces one side, then the other. As many as two magnificent fiery coffins with soldiers, only there is no wreath.
  - Well, how impressive? - The girl asked the driver.
  He muttered:
  - You are a ninja ace!
  The blonde actively squeaked:
  - And now another shot!
  PMPs return fire, acting somewhat chaotically. Of the 76-millimeter weapons, however, you can"t break through the armor of the T-72, but you can shit!
  However, the gun does not stand still, it breaks one car after another. There were ten of them, but only one managed to escape.
  Biden-Maria begins to pursue the fugitive.
  - You're lying, you won't leave!
  RPGs are fired at it, a salvo unfolds the wall behind the tank. By return shots from a machine gun, Biden-Maria destroys both the shooter and a dozen more subjects lying in an ambush.
  And he roars to himself:
  This is how we teach you.
  Biden-Yuliana, meanwhile, having killed everyone she could get, jumped out of the bunker and rushed to the attack.
  - Enough to sit in an ambush! It's time to fight and win! - She said.
  The girl-fire was indeed scary, although not distinguishable. She ran as fast as a racehorse towards her enemies. Not many noticed her, those who wanted to answer rarely fired, and could not break through the scattering of stones. True, one of the fighters, it seems, was also with pebbles. In any case, the bullets did not take him. Putin-Yuliana immediately understood this and went into hand-to-hand combat, drawing a dagger. Her opponent responded in kind, a not-too-kind smirk on his lips.
  They went down in a furious fight, and the girl suddenly became convinced that her opponent was devilishly strong and fast. He carried out complex fencing techniques and delivered four long and three short blows at once. He even managed to scratch Putin-Yulian's mask.
  - Yes, you are more dangerous than a cobra! - Said the girl.
  In response, a hoarse roar:
  - And you unknown warrior found death!
  Keep this treasure for yourself! - objected Putin-Yuliana.
  He grinned at her more disgustingly. The girl had associations with Mordaunt from the film twenty years later.
  - A smile can deceive, and even destroy, but black cannot be made white! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  A wild roar followed in response:
  - And you are also a philosopher! I'll scalp you.
  The girl was forced to retreat. The enemy's speed puzzled her. There are no such fast people. She and Biden-Maria are the only ones in the whole wide world.
  At the same time, the fact remains that the enemy prevails. Perhaps he uses zone stones to strengthen himself? And that there may well be artifacts that increase speed.
  The cunning Putin-Yuliana received another scratch and pretended to be tired, as if she were running out of strength. The enemy became even more active. He was cool and confident. Then the girl staggered, and trembled, as if twisting her leg.
  In response, there was a wild roar:
  "Now this is the end for you."
  The enemy rushed to finish off and immediately narwhal a flexible jackal for a workaround. The blow was not fatal, but the vein was cut and blood poured out. The right hand began to buckle, and the enemy threw a long dagger into the left. Putin-Yuliana quipped:
  - I didn't know you were left-handed.
  In response to the howl:
  - It's okay, I recover quickly.
  He tried to attack, but he really wasn't left-handed. Putin-Yuliana managed to circle him and wound him.
  - And you still boasted! - She snapped.
  How much despair in the wild roar:
  - Well, you will pay!
  Another wound was the answer. The enemy retreated, his hands were shaking. Dripping blood. Her color was not quite usual, some kind of pastel.
  Finally, Putin-Yuliana kicked him under the knee, and then planted him in the shoulder. The enemy finally lost his concentration and composure, violently waving his blade. Now the girl knocked him out of her hands without any problems with the standard technique.
  "This is how we deal with braggarts!" Her opponent fell to his knees.
  And said with a prayer:
  - Spare me the great military husband!
  END OF PART ONE
  
  
  
  
  BIDEN AND PUTIN AGAINST SATAN
  ANNOTATION
  Putin and Biden, who have become girls, continue to dismantle the anomalous zone. But capricious Fortune throws them into a world where the USA is ruled by Stalin, and in Russia bourgeois power. And now the girl presidents are fighting against the totalitarian regime that has seized power in America.
  . CHAPTER #1.
  The terminator girl, she is the former president of Russia Vladimir Putin, who became a strong woman Juliana in her next life, cooed quite logically:
  - Why do you need me?
  Defeated monster pro gurgled:
  "I will give you valuable artifacts that made me fast and strong.
  Putin-Yuliana was curious:
  - And also not killed by a bullet?
  Vater squeezed out:
  - Yes!
  The red-haired girl smiled.
  - I'll take it from you.
  Confused scream in response:
  - I apologize!
  - Not! But I'll give you a little favor. You will see who will kill you. - Putin-Yuliana threw off her mask.
  Howl, in which despair:
  - Damn it! A woman and to whom I only lost.
  The red-haired vixen took off her boot and grabbed the dagger with the bare fingers of her right foot, roaring:
  - Great warrior! - And threw a weapon with her lower limb. - Now get it!
  The point of the dagger plunged into the throat, cutting the nerve centers.
  - Well, it's all over with you! Will now crush others. The girl-president continued her pantomime of death. Having previously torn off stones from the enemy. And "armor", and some unknown artifacts. After them, the strength and speed increased noticeably. The movements of the enemy soldiers, already slow, began to look like turtles at all. The battle has become more boring, but the effectiveness of Putin-Yuliana's shooting has grown already high.
  A warrior in a past life, the President of Russia, muttered:
  - There are artifacts on the verge of magic. And why do they act like that? It was interesting to test it in the lab. Our scientists, of course, did this, but with my fresh eyes, I might have found something new. - The girl perceived her rapid-fire machine almost like a sniper rifle. And she killed specifically and calmly. A bullet in the head is a humane thing, a person does not have time to feel pain. Although some scientists believe that there are still unpleasant sensations, despite the absence of nerve endings.
  So a bullet to the temple is such a way of execution. Putin-Yuliana licked her lips, one of the killed guys was a very handsome "blonde", and he was no more than twenty years old. It would be nice to try his seed on the tongue, it's probably delicious like vanilla ice cream. It"s a pity for the guy, you could experience decent pleasure from him, and she killed him:
  - Our world is merciless, unfairly insidious! - said the girl-president. Then she got in touch with a reconnaissance robot. Through the glasses, he showed a video image of the hotel, and the ultra-sensitive equipment caught the words:
  - Report the situation! shouted Admiral John Hamilton.
  Shouts in response:
  - Mr. Admiral, we were attacked by an unknown enemy from the north-eastern sector.
  The admiral, insisting, asked:
  - How many enemies?
  Squeak in response:
  - Not known!
  John yelled in rage:
  - Well, you bastards! Where is your intelligence?
  And a screech full of fear in response:
  - Not less than a regiment! In addition, most likely it is special forces!
  The admiral growled confidently:
  - Russians! It's them! Only they have the audacity to do so.
  They agreed with him:
  - Very likely!
  Howl in response:
  We're calling for reinforcements!
  And then the question:
  - And who will go to battle?
  The admiral bellowed:
  - Squad of purple berets! At the same time, pull up the helicopters.
  Doubt in the voice
  - Can they hit?
  John growled furiously.
  - What are you idiots, but can't they kill a soldier!
  There was readiness in the voice.
  - Understood attack!
  A girl with a naked, round, pink heel knocked down a poisonous wasp and after that. Putin-Yuliana chuckled:
  - Well done helicopter pilots, just go down lower, they will already be waiting for you.
  The president girl put on her boot again, jumped behind the house, killing a couple of dozen fighters sitting in ambush, while she even managed to perform a semblance of a dance. After she broke through to a lone officer. The Yankee was tall, swarthy, must have been Spaniard, but red and handsome! Putin-Yuliana felt a playful mood, jumped up to him, and, throwing off her mask, kissed him on the lips.
  - Well, how do you like it?
  He sighed:
  - And who are you?
  - Your good fairy! - Putin-Yuliana raised his hand and instantly took off her boots. - Stroke me, I want affection?
  Her foot was simply mesmerizing. The officer ran his hand over her, the girl experienced a passionate excitement.
  - Well, come on!
  He continued speaking in English:
  - Awesome diva! undress completely
  Putin-Yuliana wanted to throw off all her clothes and throw herself naked, rush at him!
  Terminator girl and former president of Russia, cooed:
  - You do not judge me strictly, passionate soul burns! I can break a long loaf from a horn, I agree good!
  Several machine gun bursts hit her. The bullets, having landed in a distorted space, scattered in different directions, and several ricocheted at an acute angle hit a freshly baked lover who had already begun to unbutton his uniform.
  - How not cultural! The first Yankee I truly loved and now they're killing him. - The girl-president fired back, laying down the shooters. Then she rushed on. Impromptu was born. - I like to mow a row in one gulp, but my ears hurt from firing! Jokingly, we will sweep away the enemy, we will go the victorious path!
  The girl shot, crushing and kicking. After she took off her boots, her bare feet felt blows to the body with the whole shin or foot, and it was pleasant. Here's some desperate guy riding a motorcycle:
  - What you're doing is absurd! - She said.
  There was a jump upwards, a turn and a blow that crushed the helmet along with the head. The girl-president wanted to jump on a motorcycle, but changed her mind. Now she herself had a speed higher than that of this jalopy!
  The next victim was an armored personnel carrier. Putin-Yuliana turned him over in excitement. Yes, it is heavier than the barbell, but the strength from the artifacts has grown. In addition, I wanted to diversify the fight with something.
  The warrior yelled:
  - Do not retreat and give up!
  The half-crushed soldiers were desperately trying to get out. One of them had his legs broken, and he moaned so plaintively that Putin-Yuliana pointed her finger at her temple: having performed euthanasia.
  The red-haired vixen issued:
  - Not to face a man to moan!
  After interrupting the others, the girl tried to put the armored personnel carrier in its place. The leg was dipped into a pool of blood, so warm and pleasant, unlike the cold earth. Putin-Yuliana saw that three more armored personnel carriers were coming to meet her. Machine guns are already firing, though to no avail.
  Yes, this is a big mistake on your part. - And a gesture typical of Schwartz. - Well, what about fragmentation rain?
  Grabbing six grenades, Putin-Yuliana threw them at once, scattering them like a fan. The grenades exploded, hitting the cars. The armored personnel carrier is generally a rather vulnerable vehicle. This is his weakness. But, on the other hand, quick. Putin-Yuliana recalled that during the war, almost all Soviet armored personnel carriers were American and British. In general, American supplies made it possible to raise the level of mobility of the Soviet army and reduce losses. And in the forty-first year, the Germans were superior in technology (not counting the tanks, where the advantage was on the side of the USSR), four times. This largely explains the success of the Wehrmacht. Here the enemies are also mobile, which is wonderful for a zone where there are problems with gasoline. Now there are a lot of American and European cars here, but our armored personnel carriers.
  The former US president in the body of a girl, Biden-Maria, on a tank, also entered the building, riddling its defenders, approached the hotel where the admiral was. Her every step was marked by corpses.
  Then an exoskeleton came across her path, he rushed across. The president girl just fired a grenade launcher into her head without even wasting shells. Another T-64 tank appeared from the side. He managed to shoot at a vskidku, the projectile slid over the armor, causing the tile to detonate. With a return shot, Biden-Maria simply tore off the tower, hitting the place where it merges with the hull.
  - Don't lose your head! Don't rush! After all, it is difficult to solder it, and you can make a mistake! - sang a blonde girl and a former president of the United States.
  On the way there is a covered cargo with soldiers, it is immediately consumed.
  Beauty pointedly remarked:
  - Let him turn the wheels - there will be gymnastics for cars!
  A new tank, this time the German Leopard-5. The enemy is a serious one weighing sixty-five tons. At the same time, the tank is one and a half times lower than the "Ambrams", which means that the armor is denser. And a 135 mm cannon, hypervacuum, with a 1950 horsepower turbo engine. Yes , the German model is in some ways better than the American one. There are two machine guns and, apparently , the last peep of German ingenuity. You can"t pierce it in the forehead: wow, the level of rational slope of the armor is very high. But why not try to capture such a magnificent car. Apparently, the tank is one of the newest heaped up. Apparently the Germans wanted to test equipment in the conditions of the zone.
  Having thrown off her boots, the beautiful girl Biden-Maria did not cripple the Leopard, but jumped out of the T-72. Almost immediately, a shell that tore apart the tower pierced her car. The female president, meanwhile, made her way to the wall, almost scratching her hips. The thermal imager still did not notice her. Nearby ran two dozen soldiers. The line mowed them down and hiding behind the corpses of Biden-Maria. slipped between the wheels and four tracks. There was a thick lower escape hatch, just a hollow convenient for the Germans.
  - The Fritz love comfort so much. - She said, stamping her bare feet. - Even very tempting to touch.
  Opening the hatch from the outside is quite difficult, but Biden-Maria decided to let the Germans do it themselves. And how to provoke them? The president girl took out an ordinary microwave laser, in the form of lipstick, with its beam passing through the metal. It was mainly used to heat food, but it can be used to detonate mines or even start a fire in the tank. True, its power is not great, but it is real to set up a semblance of a fire. Turning on at full strength, the girl pointed at the leather chair where the Germans were supposed to lie.
  German speech was heard.
  "Hans, doesn"t it seem to you that it smells like something burned?"
  Howl in response:
  - Let the rubber burn!
  And the squeak continues:
  - A fire might start!
  Someone yelled:
  - We have a system!
  Frightened exclamation:
  - But we will choke!
  More relaxed answer:
  - We need to check the lower hatch, whether it will release us automatically, at the same time it will draw fresh air better.
  The bottom hole opened for only a few seconds, but that was enough for Biden-Maria. There were only three crew members, so it was enough to prick with a dagger. And someone to move a bare, girlish heel in the nose in order to drive cartilage into the brains. The tank itself was computer controlled. Well, there were electronics in it.
  The blonde terminator said with a smile:
  - The car is twisted up to obscene. The Germans are drawn to excesses.
  However, everything is chin-chin, optics, neatly stacked shells, here the inventive Germans used the know-how of a muzzle with a caliber regulating shells. After all, for many purposes such a large projectile as 135 millimeters is not needed. There are two machine guns, they were controlled by robots, they had eight firing modes, which is also a useful quality. Computer "bells and whistles" marvelous. In general, the Germans in their tanks tried to foresee every little thing, and this got out sideways to them during the war, affecting the production of tanks. However, modern Germany, unlike the United States, does not claim to be the world hegemon and they do not need a lot of tanks, so they can raise the quality.
  In any case, Biden-Maria walked with caterpillars through the infantry, with the help of large-caliber bullets, shooting armored personnel carriers and inopportunely wormed vehicles. A pair of Cadillacs caught fire, gasoline spilled. Burning people ran out, fell, pierced by bullets died.
  The girl, very deftly pressing the buttons of the joystick with her bare toes, cooed:
  - Fire is a sacred concept! So I gave them a lavish memorial service. - Said Biden-Maria, and added. - It's good that they took it and got it!
  M-24 flew quite high, but Biden-Maria, as in previous times, took a slight lead and shot him down with a projectile. The turntable did not understand why they were shooting at it, and even contrary to military science from a tank. It just shattered like a light bulb from a firecracker.
  - Boo! The world is out! Biden-Maria seemed to wink her eyes.
  Here is the familiar hotel itself, where the admiral hid. Well, if you decided to kill this bastard, then it's time. The guard at the entrance to the building was mowed down at once, scattering corpses like peas.
  The blonde terminator remarked with irony:
  - Bad boys!
  A fighter in an exoskeleton jumped out, he tried to squeak unusually loudly:
  - And you have no hearing! - Biden-Maria fired a burst, in the maximum damaging mode. The bullets filled up the "freak".
  The admiral was followed by a reconnaissance machine. He tried to hide higher. The idea of going down into the bunker must have been associated with a grave. John Hamilton yelled angrily:
  - Hey, you bastards, send more reinforcements. And where is the German "Leopard"?
  A frightened cry in response:
  - Your Excellency. We are trying to stop the enemy, but he is moving towards the port, in addition, the connection in the "Leopard" is lost!
  John wondered:
  - How could this happen to the best tank?
  In response, he croaked, or rather grunted:
  - We don't know! The connection has just been cut off.
  - I'll tear off your heads, crush your skulls. You will gnaw the earth! - Revel Admiral. - Such a thing to lose , and even complicate our relations with the most powerful ally.
  - Yah! The Germans are bad fighters, any African American will lay down a thousand Fritz. Hamilton rolled his eyes. - Well, what will you get slapped in the face?
  Flickering, bare, pink, round heels, Biden-Maria was already climbing up the floors. They tried to shoot at her and received gifts in return. But more often than not, they didn"t even have time to pull the trigger, the girl was so fast.
  She even sang with delight:
  I shoot enemies on a tangent
  I'm advancing like a falcon swiftly!
  Everything turns out great
  I shine with captivating beauty!
  Biden-Maria sang. The fighter in the exoskeleton blocked the road again. Then the girl-president rushed hand-to-hand. She fiercely attacked the opponent, waving her arms. He stood up and parried a couple of attacks. Then the girl sharply put her bare, chiselled leg between the clumsy limbs of the enemy, and the second hit on the back of the head. The enemy staggered, and after the second blow he flew down, ramming his head into the marble steps and fell silent.
  - Bravo! This is what I understand to work with my head! Biden-Maria slammed her bare foot into the head of another fighter. He staggered and began to fall over.
  - Yes, you fall faster! And then my limbs went numb! - Said the girl.
  So she, not knowing pity, like a devil broke through to the next floor.
  A robot was waiting for her there, with six machine guns. He began to shoot, but Biden-Maria jumped back behind the column and almost blindly threw a boomerang disc with her bare toes. He flew, landed in the hoses cutting them. The car breaking the column began to warm up instantly, a flame broke out. Biden-Maria nodded.
  - Such is the terminator steel fate - electronics to perish in the elements. In general, the concept of working with the head provides for not only a literal interpretation, even when it comes to martial arts!
  The burning robot exploded, fragments scattered. Again, a couple of machine guns hit, but Biden-Maria silenced them.
  - A robot is better than a man, if only because it will never say: I am fed up with war, I want to go home! The female president smiled bitterly.
  The next floor was covered with flamethrowers. They met the running beauty with a wave of flame. And then they fell silent, Biden-Maria fired. One of the warriors squinted myopically and poked at the shield. Two were thrown back. The fourth one turned out to be a loser, got a bullet in the stomach, and he had to suffer a little.
  - Lead aids digestion, especially if the pill is in the form of a cartridge! - Biden-Maria quipped.
  A few short bursts, bare toes throwing grenades, and this floor is cleared.
  On the next one, some types in diving suits, obviously armored. But they clearly do not pull against uranium bullets. Especially if you shoot him in the face. On the contrary, they seem awkward. True, they managed to throw a couple of grenades.
  - You caught the wolves on the pumped path, they will shatter into fragments, and you will not be able to save! - The girl-president was having fun.
  The machine, meanwhile, transmitted a picture:
  The Admiral said in a plaintive tone:
  - Send a helicopter and pick me up.
  Frightened squeak in response:
  We'll try sir.
  Biden-Maria has overcome the last obstacles. The guards at the entrance, with richly wound M-26 rifles, as well as grenade launchers, bared their faces. Some even had fins, throwing devices like "drunken grenade". And, of course, a type in an exoskeleton, and a very extravagant one, and indeed similar to a koshchei, only overweight.
  - Well, that's how I said: the last fight, it's the hardest one! The girl grimaced her teeth. - Let's go without a hitch.
  The machine spoke:
  - And suddenly at the last moment the stones "Armor" will fail and you will be killed.
  The barefoot girl giggled.
  Why would they refuse?
  The machine explained:
  - The field here is not quite normal!
  Playful Biden-Maria replied:
  - Then maybe bypass. There is ventilation here.
  The machine warned:
  - Look, don't get stuck.
  The girl removed the fan and quickly crawled on.
  Biden-Maria went around them along the ventilation pipe, slashed with an RPG into the back of the head of the exoskeleton.
  The blonde terminator condescended to an ironic explanation:
  - Sorry, brother, this is the law of evolution. Rather God! The weak give way to the strong.
  With the rest it is much easier, mowed down with a "Destroyer" machine gun. Everything went through the ranks. Rather, even the killings have become monotonous, like a computer game for an experienced user.
  - Yes, and dealt with these! - The girl became a little funny. Making her way further, she burst into the room where the admiral was supposed to be. A couple of adjutants did not have time to react, were killed on the spot. Only one shouted into a cell phone:
  - Mum!
  - Rather Mamon! Biden-Maria chuckled.
  The rooms are luxurious, there can be an ambush in any.
  Here is John Hamilton himself. In the hands of a machine gun, the warrior is trembling:
  - Have mercy on me!
  The blonde girl growled.
  - Why don't you shoot?
  He whined in fear:
  - It's useless if the guards couldn't stop, what will I do!
  Biden-Maria nodded in agreement:
  - Nothing! He can only shoot himself in order to preserve honor and dignity!
  The admiral shook his head.
  - I am ready to share information with you.
  The blonde laughed.
  - We already know everything! It is useless to ask the cobra for mercy!
  A barely audible squeak was heard:
  - A saucer of milk?
  Biden-Maria growled:
  - What you said?
  The admiral cooed softly:
  - I can offer you a lot of money. My father-in-law is white and very rich. He made a lot of money from oil. So here you are my life, I give you money!
  The blonde Terminator nodded in understanding.
  - Understand! An official who does not take bribes is like a virgin prostitute! But we Russians are such a people that it is impossible to bribe us!
  John spoke:
  - Is it! We have bribed a lot of yours.
  Biden-Maria grinned:
  - Who specifically!?
  A voice full of fear was heard:
  - Not my competence!
  - Then I'll kill you, you're useless alive! - Biden-Maria almost poked a bayonet in the eye.
  The admiral roared in despair:
  - I only know the general, Pete Vasilyevich. The rest of the residents are stored in the memory of the CIA's main computer. I don't need to know anything extra.
  Biden-Maria softened slightly:
  - OK then! If so, then let's try differently, what access there?
  John yelled earnestly:
  - I've never been interested!
  The blonde terminator sarcastically inquired:
  - A compromising evidence on yourself!
  The Admiral spread his hands helplessly.
  - It's the FBI and it's completely unrealistic to get.
  Biden-Maria suddenly remembered:
  - I know the code and I can decipher it!
  - Where? - Surprised admiral.
  The blond girl removed her mask, shaking her clump of golden hair that fell over her shoulders.
  Heard a cry:
  - So it's you that prostitute, so hot and beautiful.
  Biden-Maria answered candidly:
  - Yes I! Only not a prostitute, but an FSB agent.
  The Admiral nodded.
  - Awesome! By the way, I immediately realized that the matter was not clean. What have you done to me?
  The charming blonde terminator chuckled.
  - Squeezed like a lemon. Well then! Now you know too much, it's time to bleed.
  The admiral screamed and tried to throw a poisoned dagger, but got his fingers in the eyes. Biden-Maria connected them by destroying the brain.
  The warrior cooed:
  - Sorry, dear, you have gentle hands, but too cold heart.
  Then she looked at the corpse.
  - There are too many tracks! We need to start a fire. Enough combustible material.
  While Biden-Maria staged a massacre, her partner did not lag behind. It must be admitted that Putin-Yuliana, despite her active antagonism to the church, was not at all such a sadistic devil. In particular, having killed the fighters attacking her, and knocked out the morale, she decided to help the children in the port. Calling her, she said:
  Come on, I've already arrived.
  At the entrance there were several boats with machine guns, people were unloading from them, but they did not notice Putin-Yuliana. Biden-Maria listened, the familiar voice of the dwarf whispered into the closet:
  - Listen to "Beast", the client may not come during such a battle, but as soon as he appears, meet him with a powerful roll of fire.
  In response, quite confident tone:
  - I have "Kord" - one of the newest models. Brothers dragged straight from the assembly shop.
  - Money and swag, Caucasians have a lot. - Said the dwarf. - So ten percent for a tip is not enough.
  There was a harsh response:
  - Yes, we no longer pay dwarfs.
  The dwarf quite logically remarked:
  - Of course, this is accepted by you, but maybe there will be an exception.
  - Instead of shaking mammon that we will soak you yourself. - The voice became much more raspy.
  Then a frightened squeak:
  - No, I brought you not the last client.
  There was disdain in the voice.
  - Why did you take with you snotty youngsters? Are you a pervert?
  The dwarf pro gurgled:
  - so that they don't get suspicious. And they will think that I threw them. In addition, Caucasians can also hire security.
  The question followed:
  - Are you sure they are Caucasians?
  To this the short man replied calmly:
  - I have absolute pitch, the Georgian accent is natural and flawless.
  He was cut off:
  - Good believe you - nits!
  The children sobbed, scraped the floor with their bare feet, Putin-Yuliana could listen, but there were sixteen of them and two dozen bandits in an ambush.
  - Well, I actually foresaw this! Now let's kill the thieves.
  The girl moved around across the pier, dipping her bare feet heated by a quick run into the water. She walked on her hands, breaking her neck on the way to the sentry, and went into the rear of the scum. She cut off two at once, throwing a boomerang disk. The bandits did not seem to her a serious opponent, but there was a danger that they would shoot the children or throw a grenade at them. Therefore, she did not come up with complex constructions, she gave a silent burst on the heads. Now only the leader of the "Beast" and the pedophile dwarf remained. The girl jumped up to them, hitting the leader with her bare foot in the ridge. She broke it, despite the fact that the main bandit had a bulletproof vest. The immobilized "Beast" fell down, unable to move. The dwarf managed to throw a fragmentation grenade, pushing it towards the children with his boot. OGU is such a thing that it"s even worse than F-1, the fragments are flying too densely, not giving the guys a chance, but there are more explosives.
  At the risk of remaining crippled for life or dying, Putin-Yuliana threw herself on the grenade with her stomach. There just wasn't enough time to throw it aside. True, there were artifacts "Armor" on it.
  The warrior managed to shout:
  - In the name of justice!
  She jerked, slightly threw the girl-president up, the fragments pierced her stomach, causing pain. Luckily, the armor and pebbles softened the blow. And from bare feet, especially given the decline for unknown reasons, the artifact went.
  The fragments almost cut off the big toe of the right foot, as well as completely the middle one, damaged the little finger, and cut open the foot. There were no less injuries on the left, and the pain was severe. Putin-Yuliana, however, jumped up and punched the dwarf on the shoulder, breaking his bone. He fell wildly screaming.
  Fortunately, none of the children were hurt. Putin-Yuliana regretted that she took off her special boots, because they could well reflect these fragments. True, she does not threaten to remain a cripple, everything will fully recover, but how much pain, especially when running, she will have to endure.
  - Wild horror! - Said the girl.
  With an effort of will, she localized the pain, quickly smeared the wounds with medicine and put on her boots to avoid contamination with dirt. Bandaging is not necessary, the blood immediately coagulates.
  - That's how we got hurt! The girl winked at the children. - I was so scared for you.
  - You are a woman? - Surprised asked the tallest boy of fourteen years.
  Putin-Yuliana grinned:
  - Why don't women warriors exist!
  The boy muttered in confusion:
  - There are no such people to destroy a whole gang with a machine gun.
  The girl interrupted him:
  - They happen in the movies. I saw.
  The boy, stamping his bare foot, remarked:
  - So, it's a movie, not life.
  The red-haired girl asked:
  - Okay, what do we do with the dwarf, he wanted to kill me?
  The children yelled at each other:
  - This is a cruel sadist, he beat us with a whip and current, starved us, and forced the girls to do such things, which is indecent to say.
  Putin-Yuliana nodded in agreement:
  - Well, I'll hang him with a hook so that he doesn't die immediately. And you follow me, and I will let you down so carefully that the submarine will take you.
  The older boy nodded.
  - We will be very slaves.
  Despite the beatings and poor feeding, the children ran well, dirty bare heels flashed in the dust. True, it is clear, apparently, that they seemed to be scalded with boiling water.
  Putin-Yuliana took the dwarf with her, choosing a place where he would not be immediately filmed. After all, there was a risk that in the morning the freak would be found, and he would survive.
  There were too many boats on the lake, and there was even a barge converted to look like a warship. On it, in particular, gasoline was stored.
  - That is great! - Putin-Yuliana aimed the RPG and fired in a high arc. - Thus, we will break through you.
  The barge burst into flames, and the fire gave rise to panic. Putin-Yuliana herself only grinned rapaciously.
  - Usually, to save one, you have to kill the other! This is undoubtedly a cruel law, but it restores the natural balance of species!
  The boat, having received several hits, especially after the rudder was broken, turned over. And the other one just crashed into a trawler. Putin-Yuliana fired, using the captured "Kord" with maximum intensity. In skillful hands, a terrible weapon. The boats were blown up one by one, the fire intensified. Then the German Berkut helicopter appeared and began to descend. Also a powerful machine, not inferior to the M-24 flying tank, only the model is newer.
  The warrior even doubted:
  - We shot down helicopters from a grenade launcher, but "Kord" will not take it? Or still take it, if you accurately hit the cracks with bulletproof glass.
  The girl wanted to check, and she gave a long line. Got it! They really turned on her in response, and Putin-Yuliana hid behind a reinforced concrete cap. The spinner began to fall sideways. In general, you can see the machine gun against the helicopter force.
  The warrior with pathos said:
  - The Germans were beaten by us, at all times. True, the Swedish king once said: there is no better fighter in the world than a Russian soldier, and a greater tyrant than a Russian general! - Or is it not Charles the Twelfth word?
  Putin-Yuliana fired a few more bursts, killing sailors, soldier fighters. Her walkie-talkie squeaked.
  Looks like you've figured out the path! Where are children?!
  The red-haired vixen answered confidently:
  - You can see them with a thermal imager, but I left behind only corpses.
  There was satisfaction in the voice.
  - In this you did well, big dock!
  Putin-Yuliana asked:
  - Well, what do you see.
  The voice confidently said:
  - It looks like the guys huddled together! They may run away at the sight of us. Bring them!
  The red-haired warrior asked:
  - You have to do everything yourself. OK! To you only one request what to do with a pedophile dwarf?
  Follow-up question:
  - The former owner of the children?
  Putin-Yuliana confidently said:
  - Yes! I want to hang it on a hook.
  The response was:
  - No need! Give it to us and the bastard will be punished according to the law. Get a life sentence.
  The red-haired vixen doubted:
  - That's good too! But suddenly he runs away!
  An ironic exclamation followed:
  - What did you hear about it?
  An experienced warrior remarked:
  - Should I not know that the secret services hide a lot, especially their failures.
  The other end of the line chuckled.
  - That might be right. But don't worry, he won't run away.
  Putin-Yuliana replied displeasedly:
  - All right, I'll take it to you! But if the term is less than life, then I myself will find him and finish him off.
  The girl-president, taking a machine gun and a dwarf, ran to the children. She could smell them. The zone ulcers on the poor guys were rotten and exuded odor. On the way, a couple of times Putin-Yuliana had to open fire. So she ran up to the guys, when they saw her, they jumped up to the meeting and screamed at the top of their lungs:
  - Aunt Justice has come!
  The red-haired warrior enthusiastically said:
  - Well, yes! It's me! Your patron will be sent to prison, where he will die for many years, and you will be cured, and you, my dears, will study in the best schools of the richest country.
  The older boy confidently said:
  - Fine! But each of us can hit him with his fist.
  Putin-Yuliana nodded:
  - I allow!
  Children came up and hit the dwarf on the sore shoulder, causing terrible pain. It screeched. Putin-Yuliana herself suffered after a run, her bare, wounded legs seemed to be stuck in daggers. But the smile never left her sweet face.
  - All right, pretty boys, that's enough! - Said the FSB officer who appeared.
  The red-haired vixen growled:
  - And, finally, then! Something you are slowing down!
  Then a roar in response:
  We can't shine. In addition, I"ll say on my own I don"t like it, I"m crazy what you arranged.
  The warrior quipped:
  - Feel sorry for the Americans?
  The answering voice was a mixture of surprise and respect:
  - You killed more Yankees in one night than they lost during the nine years of the war in Afghanistan.
  Putin-Yuliana blurted out:
  - Well, serve them right!
  The officer remarked with a certain logic:
  - Yeah! Meanwhile, thanks to the United States, the flow of drugs from Afghanistan to Russia has decreased. And in general, what would be better if we fought with the Taliban.
  The red-haired warrior boastfully declared:
  - One company of girls and boys like us can join Afghanistan and Pakistan as a colony to Russia.
  The officer whistled.
  - Oh, well, you have ambitions. Have you read "Last Dash South"?
  Putin-Yuliana clenched her fists and answered confidently:
  - The right book! I personally am not a supporter of a multipolar world, but of a planet where Russia is the only owner. The human flock should have one shepherd, and the whole world is ruled by a single dictator! Then humanity will finally be able to reach the stars and create a Hyperuniversal Empire! Imagine a world where every Russian owns the planet.
  The children, flickering with their heels gray with dust, jumped into the submarine, and the dwarf was also carried in there. The Colonel noted:
  - Yes, you talk like Hitler.
  The red vixen bellowed:
  - But why! After all, the Russians are the most gifted people on Earth and are quite worthy to become the core nation. We will not oppress anyone, in the future even blacks will get on the planet, and maybe even the universe.
  The officer twirled his fingers at his temple:
  - You know Putin-Yulian, a psychologist will deal with you. In the meantime, I'm thinking, find Biden Maria and get out of town.
  The fiery warrior was offended:
  - Why? We didn't kill everyone!
  The Colonel growled:
  - Why don't you have enough corpses! In addition, no one gave you the installation to destroy everyone.
  Putin-Yuliana angrily stamped her bare foot and bellowed:
  - If we want to convince the Yankees that the attack was carried out by the black sultan, then we must be ruthless. In general, it is not the colonel who gives us orders, but the lieutenant general.
  The officer noted:
  - You mean Bulat. He once helped the Serbs fight against the Americans, so he harbored a grudge against them.
  The red-haired vixen puffed up:
  - And I once swore that I would kill a hundred Americans for every Serb. So this is just the beginning!
  Putin-Yuliana hurriedly called for the lieutenant general.
  - I need Bulat.
  A hoarse voice answered:
  - Colonel Bidenko reports that the general is sleeping.
  The red harpy became angry:
  Why is he sleeping!
  There was surprise in the voice.
  - So it's already four o'clock in the morning, he's also a man, albeit in uniform.
  Putin-Yuliana was literally seething with anger:
  - Amazing! One sleeps, the other reads morality.
  The Colonel said in confusion:
  - I can't help it!
  The red-haired warrior boasted:
  - We fried New Cher.
  The voice revived:
  - Understandably!
  Putin-Yuliana continued to brag:
  - The children were evacuated!
  The Colonel was surprised.
  - Where are the children from?
  - Victims of terrorists.
  - Well done! Keep it up!
  The red-haired warrior confidently stated:
  - But now we are thinking of finishing off the Yankee special forces and the Stability group or sparing those who remained.
  The officer asked:
  What does the Colonel suggest?
  The red-haired warrior replied contemptuously:
  - Stop! The deed seems to have already been done, but the extra blood is useless!
  A weary reply followed:
  - Maybe he's right! It's time to hide the fangs.
  Putin-Yuliana stamped her bare foot again:
  - This is very doubtful! All plausibility of the black sultan's attack goes to hell. We win and then retreat.
  The Colonel remarked:
  - OK then! I offer you the following. Kill the two leaders of Admiral John Hamilton and Ostap Meleshko, and then retreat.
  The redhead growled.
  - That is a compromise option.
  - Life is a compromise. The colonel remarked.
  Putin-Yuliana turned to her partner:
  - Biden-Maria can you hear me?
  The blonde terminator answered confidently:
  - Certainly!
  The red harpy asked:
  - Where are you?
  Biden-Maria tweeted:
  "Just killed Admiral Hamilton, set the hotel on fire, and now I'm riding in a Leopard tank, setting fire to everything that moves.
  Putin-Yuliana clarified:
  - This is good! Is Hamilton dead?
  The blonde snorted derisively.
  - It doesn't get dead.
  The redhead said with a satisfied look:
  - Fine! Where is Meleshko?
  The terminator girl and former US president replied:
  - There's a problem here. There is no information on the computer. Besides, I thought that since you slept with him, then he is yours.
  The fiery vixen laughed:
  - Naive assumption! Who do you sleep with and yours! Well, it's hilarious!
  Biden-Maria answered with a sigh:
  - In general, things are like this, I have no idea about Ostap Meleshko.
  The redhead yelled:
  - Attack the headquarters of the group "Stability" maybe you will find someone there.
  The blonde squeaked in response.
  - I'm just going to her!
  Putin-Yuliana turned to the colonel:
  - For the sake of the friendship of peoples, I compromise with my conscience, but next time you will not wait for mercy from me.
  - GOP stop! Now don't ask for mercy! Okay, attack merci. - Colonel snapped.
  - By the way, mademoiselle.
  - It doesn't really matter. You are butchers anyway.
  The red-haired harpy sarcastically inserted:
  "And you might just be a spy."
  The Colonel frowned.
  - Do you offend?
  Putin-Yuliana growled:
  - I'm stating facts.
  The officer replied:
  - You have not been born yet, but went through fire and water in Afghanistan and Chechnya.
  The red-haired vixen grunted:
  - But here I relaxed. In general, we have nothing to talk about. I just attack and hit!
  The girl ran at all speeds , flashing her round, blood-stained heels in the direction where the shooting was rushing. Her legs no longer hurt.
  Maria set fire to the headquarters of the Stability group with a couple of volleys. Seeing the car, so expensive, gilded right at the entrance to the office, the girl could not resist.
  - This is great!
  And she ran caterpillars on the car. From the side, five jets of a fountain of fish, led by King Neptune, beat into the sky. It was beautiful in itself, and the few corpses gave it a very exotic look.
  Biden-Maria noted:
  - Excessive luxury is a sign of frivolity, frivolity is a harbinger of imminent ruin!
  I did not want to shoot at the fountain, and the girl simply turned the machine guns up and fired at the snipers and gun nests. Then, picking up speed, she rammed the doors.
  - America, America has comprehended its progress, wherever you look, there are no jobs for workers! - giggled girl-president.
  Jumped out of the tank, she moved to the office. The car entered first, but so far no traces of Ostap Meleshko have been found. His deputy Ali Chagaev commanded. Uzbek by nationality, a former racketeer and a pretty good boxer. Ali shouted:
  - What are the latest reports!
  Frightened howl in response:
  - We were attacked from the sea, eleven boats were destroyed, two barges were on fire, the trawler was damaged.
  And screams with hysteria:
  - It decently got us! Where is John Hamilton.
  - He doesn't answer, but there is fire coming from his hotel.
  Looks like there's an attack. How much attack power? - By the way, speaking, Ali, despite the criminal past, did not like thieves' words and looked quite respectable.
  Hiss in response:
  - And who will understand! Here the enemy troops are like invisible, then appear, then disappear.
  Ali logically remarked:
  - This is either Russian special forces, or a black sultan. We've been trying to catch him for a long time, but we can't do it.
  The answer was sarcastic:
  - Let them bring the account to a billion and his accomplices themselves will give it out.
  Biden-Maria even listened to this, did not stop for a moment. The girl went forward, attacked, beat, shredded. She pressed the buttons with the fingers of her bare, tanned legs.
  Biden-Maria was more interested in being slashed with a dagger than simply being shot. Indeed, when you throw out a bullet, you do n"t feel it, well, except maybe a slight recoil. Truth captured a couple of English machine guns. They tried to crossfire, but the presence of a dead sector let them down. Biden-Maria licked her lips carnivorously.
  - There will be someone to recoup.
  . CHAPTER #2
  She raised two boomerang disks and launched them at the enemies, one hand, the other foot. They spun and cut off their opponents.
  - Like this! You will not understand what is better to throw or shoot.
  Putin-Yuliana answered her:
  - The best thing is to run away!
  Biden-Maria yelped:
  Why don't you follow this?
  The red-haired vixen answered logically:
  - I'm clearing the south side of the city.
  Putin-Yuliana really moved further from the port, trying to collect a richer harvest of death. There was no organized resistance.
  Biden-Maria also did not stand still. She grabbed English machine guns "Royal Bulldog". Of course, the machine is good. And then there are such volleys: everyone is swept away in a row, it"s just hard to drag the reinforcement on you. Floor after floor, you finish off the dead.
  True, already on the penultimate Putin-Maria was waiting for another test. She was attacked by a fighter, it seems, also covered by the "armor" artifact. In any case, even a continuous lead stream of a machine gun did not take him. He himself fired from the AK-103, also without effect, although the girl felt a slight heat.
  - From these not pierced I feel sick. - Said Biden-Maria.
  What did you think, birdie? - The bandit seems to have guessed that there was a girl in front of him.
  The blonde terminator replied:
  - Yes, different! In particular, how would we fight with daggers.
  The brute roared:
  - If you're tired of life, come on.
  The enemy had a real sword. A serious little thing can tickle not only a girl.
  Biden-Maria weighed a fairly long dagger, made of such hard metal that it still hasn't blunted.
  The warrior chimed in:
  - You have an advantage in length, and I have in mind!
  Bandyuga in response, roared:
  - Women, especially blondes, are not smart. If you want to save your life, get on your knees and give me a blowjob.
  Biden-Maria coolly replied:
  - With your obscene proposal, you prolonged your own torment. The girl-president jumped on her opponent. He gracefully stepped back, parrying the attack:
  - Not too bad for a whore!
  The blonde was offended:
  - I am a decent woman.
  The thug said sarcastically:
  - I see a virgin!
  Biden-Maria was surprised:
  - Are you a prophet?
  Bandyuga whined:
  - Quite possible! However, something can be guessed by looking into one's eyes.
  Biden-Maria was surprised how he knew that she was blonde, because nothing was visible under the camouflage. She's not stupid enough to reveal her identity to everyone. Well, the fact that Biden-Maria is a virgin is generally unknown to anyone except the FSB. Could it be a CIA agent?
  The girl-president made a difficult attack, but the enemy parried, retreated and, in turn, held a return series.
  Biden-Maria deviated, no, yet he moved slower than her, like a very skillful person, no lower than an international master of sports in fencing, but just like an ordinary protein type.
  Of course, Biden-Maria was faster and tried to take advantage of this. The girl made a couple of lunges, swaying on bare feet, then performed the "cuttlefish" technique, but could not catch the enemy.
  - You have great muscles. - He said. - Such chiseled calves, ideal muscles are visible without a drop of fat. It is even surprising that a woman can have such a dry body.
  - Does it surprise you? Biden-Maria asked.
  Bandit exclaimed:
  - Partially yes! Didn't want to kill you!
  At that moment, several automatic bursts pierced into Biden-Maria. One of the bullets tangentially hit the bulletproof vest.
  The blonde terminator got angry:
  - Damn it! You're talking to me while the other bastards are shooting.
  The bastard, extremely skilled in swordsmanship, replied:
  - Selyavi! That is life! I won't kill the rest. So I guarantee you the coffin is a virgin.
  A thought flashed through Biden-Maria's head:
  - Instead of having acquired his eyes under the influence of an artifact, the properties of X-rays. In this case, he can see my every vein, and even the movements of the press. This explains why he is so quick and guesses me.
  The warrior exclaimed:
  - Well, there is no point in delaying any more!
  The girl attacked the enemy with all her might and even bare feet. He retreated, parrying with difficulty. Biden-Maria did not pay attention to the shots, at least three times, albeit in a weakened form, but they hit. Having accustomed the opponent to a certain sequence of movements, he already parried automatically. The girl strained her muscles, ostensibly to strike, dodging herself performed a hook and deftly framed the dagger. Her opponent swooped down on the point with his throat. True, the blade of his sword was able to scratch Biden-Maria's chest, even blood came out.
  The blonde warrior said with a satisfied look:
  - Well, here's another monster defeated. But in general, I have already become exhausted from such pressure.
  Turning around, the girl fired a burst that silenced the shooters. Several AKs and M-26s flew down. Biden-Maria even felt funny.
  The girl squeaked:
  "Here you are dropping your weapons.
  Putin-Yuliana interrupted her:
  - Is everything okay Biden-Maria?
  The girl honestly answered:
  - Just now I had a battle on equal terms, a couple of bruises, and a slight wound.
  The red-haired vixen nodded.
  - Not too bad, but for now I'm just finishing. Didn't find Meleshko?
  The blonde said:
  - Not yet!
  Putin-Yuliana ordered:
  - It's a pity! Capture his second-in-command alive.
  Biden Maria sighed.
  - Will try.
  The red-haired vixen grunted:
  - And at the same time take away the artifacts from the monster that you dumped.
  - That's exactly what I'm doing! - Biden-Maria said offendedly.
  Indeed, the booty was rich. As many as eight "Armor", two almost never found "Sight" stones that allow you to look through walls and clothes. A stone of love, and two "Pluses" one of an unknown FSB classification.
  - Yes, this is already something! - Biden-Maria said with enthusiasm.
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - You're lucky and I'm lucky. Let's meet and share.
  The blonde agreed.
  - By itself!
  Armed to the teeth, Biden-Maria climbed to the top floor. There were already few people here. Four machine gunners. The girl made them a nose. They fired, bulging their eyes at the invulnerable fighter.
  - What you naive boys. - Biden-Maria shot his leg bones, the pain shock is strong, it turns off consciousness, but the person remains alive. - Well, do you really think I would go, so openly, not being sure, in complete safety.
  The armored door was closed, but Biden-Maria simply blew up the wall, collapsing the concrete.
  - And these monkey tricks do not help.
  The girl jumped inside. Her expression became cheerful. Ali Chagaev held an RPG-29 in his hand, ready to fire at any moment.
  The blonde terminator growled:
  - Be careful at such a distance you will be cut by fragments.
  The bandit yelled:
  - I don't care!
  The Warrior smiled.
  - Do you count on Uzbek paradise?
  He suddenly blurted out:
  - I'm an atheist! I don't believe in church tales.
  Biden-Maria chuckled.
  - I'm still going to the side. The girl fired a finger, a needle, from a glove. He paralyzed the limbs of a fighter.
  And chirped:
  - It's all very simple.
  Whine in response:
  - Who are you!
  Biden-Maria snatched the RPG from her frozen hands and slapped Ali on the nose.
  - Do you want to live?
  He moaned:
  - Certainly!
  The blonde said sternly:
  - Tell me where Ostap Meleshko went.
  Uzbek logically said:
  - I know you! As soon as I say, you will immediately kill me.
  The warrior made naive eyes:
  - But why?
  Ali answered logically:
  - I'm an extra witness that you don't need for nothing.
  Biden-Maria chuckled.
  - You don't see my face, shapeless figure, changed voice. I don't think you can give a full enough tip to Interpol or the CIA that I've been caught. Moreover, those who saw my silhouette will definitely remain. And the fact that we are high-class fighters is understandable.
  Uzbek muttered:
  - And what is the conclusion?
  The blonde terminator replied sincerely:
  - No reason to kill you! But you have a reason to tell.
  Ali growled:
  - And which?
  Biden-Maria said insinuatingly:
  - First of all, save your life.
  Uzbek agreed:
  - It is most important.
  The warrior continued:
  - Secondly, and no less important, you will remove your boss. In this case, you have excellent chances to lead the Stability group.
  The Uzbek muttered unhappily:
  - Or her stub.
  Biden-Maria logically remarked:
  - With the help of the Americans, you will quickly restore your influence and numbers. So it won't be a problem.
  Ali agreed:
  - Maybe!
  The blonde continued calmly.
  - And the third! John Hamilton has been killed, and keeping your leader alive will piss off the CIA. In this case, they will release all the dogs on your organization. And so everything will be easier: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a leader for a leader! Understood me.
  The Uzbek was clearly delighted:
  - You've done a great job! Well, if you swear that you will save my life, I will give it away.
  Moral Biden-Maria confidently said:
  - I have a strict principle never to swear. And always tell the truth. And you have no choice but to believe, otherwise I will shove a red-hot poker up your ass.
  Ali readily replied:
  - Okay, he's in an underground bunker. To enter there you need to turn the tail of the silver fish. By the way, another five million dollars and one million Euros are stored there.
  If you didn't lie, you will live. In the meantime, sleep, my joy. - Biden-Maria transferred the carotid artery to the deputy leader.
  It was easier to go downstairs, there were few enemies, and those who were still stacked in piles. However, Biden-Maria was almost bored, as in a computer game after passing the most difficult stage, when only indirect levels remain.
  The warrior said to herself:
  Whether he lied or not! But we did our job anyway.
  The undamaged fountain emitted slightly bluish water. At his feet he was illuminated and seemed mysterious. Biden-Maria touched the tail and hesitated. Suddenly, this will set off a large amount of explosives. If it explodes, then it explodes capitally.
  True, in this case, the building will collapse, Ali Chagaev will die, and in him the girl did not find a great craving for self-sacrifice. Turning around, Biden-Maria threw her boomerang disk inside her lifesaver. He flew almost without touching the wall. Someone hurt, a death cry was heard.
  - Good weapon! Maria Biden said. - He knows who to kill.
  The girl picked up the disk with her fingers, blood never stuck to this metal.
  She jumped, rushing at all speeds, steep steps led down, two corpses on them.
  - Excuse me, please. The girl bowed. - Well, that's how it happened.
  The uncooled corpses were silent, a semblance of a grimace appeared on the cut faces. Then it seemed to Biden-Maria that the dead man whispered:
  - Yes, you went!
  The warrior squeaked:
  - You are not polite.
  The girl moved on, caught an anxious breath, three people stood in ambush outside the door. How to mute them? Grenade?
  - No, too primitive!
  Biden-Maria jumped down the stairs, spreading her legs. She landed, leaned over, skipping a burst over her head. Once she moved her forehead to one in the solar plexus, and with the other two hands in the groin.
  - Here's a quick banal castration.
  Three fighters settled down, the fight ended.
  There was no one in the next room, but at the end of the corridor a man was breathing anxiously. And quite large. Biden-Maria saw a photo of Ostap Meleshko on a computer, a two-meter-high hero. Even starred with the Klitschko brothers. Biden-Maria adored these fighters, especially Vladimir. Now Meleshko is waiting for her, probably frozen with an underbarrel grenade launcher. Most likely, the RPG-29, so beloved by the locals, is also not small in power and not too expensive.
  Killing, however, is not difficult, but I would like to look into the eyes, to talk before death.
  - Sometimes you can kill, you can never take away hope! Biden-Maria whispered.
  The girl thought hard. It is almost impossible to open the door inaudibly; On the other hand, the room is isolated, even the ventilation is autonomous. True, you can try a simpler even children's version.
   Biden-Maria tiptoed to the door, thanks again pulled on the legs, too elegant for a fighter, boots, tied a wire to the handle and, moving to a safe distance, pulled it on. The doors twitched, and a conditioned reflex followed immediately. Shot and explosion. The launch of the grenade launcher charge broke off the titanium. The fragments scattered in different directions, the burning rain almost touched the girl.
  - Well, now you've opened up, little one.
  Biden-Maria rushed to the opening until the dust cleared. Her speed helped her break through in time, to the very enemy. He managed to throw in the newest AKM-123, but the girl dived like a fish and knocked the weapon down. Then they grappled.
  The two-meter hero weighed at least one hundred and thirty kilograms, and had powerful muscles. Biden-Maria did not even have eighty, but in five seconds she twisted his arm, making him groan in pain. Meleshko mumbled:
  - Yes, who are you!
  The girl growled:
  - Warrior of Allah!
  The bandit roared:
  - You're lying! Such techniques are studied only in Russian special forces.
  The disguised blonde squeaked:
  - Why are there no Muslims in Russia?
  Meleshko, however, was not a fool:
  - I understood everything, this is a provocation of the FSB. You want America to help you in the hunt for the Black Sultan, so you set up provocations.
  Roar in response:
  - You're wrong, you're wrong.
  An experienced Ukrainian replied:
  - I have already conveyed to the US base that it was a Russian provocation. You can't wait to restore the USSR is a prison of nations.
  Biden-Maria blurted out automatically:
  - The USSR is not a prison brotherly family. And the people did not want it to collapse at all.
  The leader snapped:
  - They really didn't want to. What about the will expressed in the Ukrainian referendum?
  The blonde terminator, forgetting that she herself was the president of the United States and contributed to the collapse, grunted:
  - There statement of a question was not correct. For independence you or dependence. In another referendum, Ukrainians wanted to live in the USSR, and you know it.
  Meleshko roared aggressively:
  - Actually a strange killer! You've come to soak me so wet. And discussions only shake the air.
  Biden-Maria confidently said:
  - I need not only your death.
  The leader replied sternly:
  - Cabbage in an armored box, if you want, choke on it.
  The blonde remarked:
  - And money is not the most important thing.
  Meleshko blurted out aggressively:
  - Of course, the main thing for you is serving Russia.
  Biden-Maria said insinuatingly:
  - Don't you see what the US is turning Ukraine into.
  The leader of the Stability group confidently answered:
  - To a prosperous Western state, and when we lived in the USSR in the richest country, sugar, butter, bread were on coupons. We boys ran around half-starved, and now, at least, we are spared this humiliation.
  The blonde was not entirely confident.
  - It's Gorbachev's fault.
  The Ukrainian remarked:
  - And under Brezhnev there was no satiety.
  Biden-Maria mounted a horse:
  - Brezhnev was Ukrainian. Born in Dnepropetrovsk. You do know that.
  Meleshko demonstrated fearlessness:
  - Okay! Kill me faster! Anyway, I will tell everyone that this is a Russian provocation.
  Biden-Maria hesitated, it was suspicious that a healthy, young man himself was asking for death.
  - And you do not feel sorry for anything?
  decisive response:
  - Not!
  - So at least pray! Biden-Maria crossed herself.
  In a rude response:
  - I am Catholic!
  - Especially!
  - But not fanatical. - It was clear that Meleshko was reluctant to be baptized. - Are you satisfied now?
  Biden-Maria began to whisper a prayer, and the voice of Putin-Yuliana interrupted her:
  - Yes, finish with him quickly, we're leaving!
  The blonde was surprised
  - Why hurry?
  The redhead explained:
  "It will be dawn soon, and we still need to pick up weapons from the submarine.
  - Okay! Biden-Maria asked Ostap in a low voice. - You repented and humbled yourself before the Lord Jesus.
  The leader growled:
  - It hurts me it is necessary!
  The female warrior said with sadness in her voice:
  - Then with great sorrow in my soul I kill you. You know too much.
  Biden-Maria hit the forehead with the edge of her palm, and then, when Meleshko went limp, she squeezed the cervical cartilages.
  - It's horrible! - Throwing away the corpse, the girl carefully checked the room for hidden cameras. It turned out that there is. Biden-Maria erased all records and smashed them. No doubt she took the money. Two "armor" stones that were on the leader. Some unknown artifact, purple with green flecks. That's all, the leader of the "Stability" group was not particularly stuffed with pebbles. That may be why he died so mediocre. The girl twisted a little more, using the device, she checked for the presence of "bugs".
  - No, it looks like everything is clean here! - Said Biden-Maria. For the last time, after politely bowing to the corpse, she went upstairs. - Everything seems to be fine. I coped with the task, but my heart is heaviness and pain. Maybe it's because of the amount of blood. - She said to herself.
  The girl quickly retired, three enemy soldiers tried to poke their heads from above, but were mowed down with one throw of a boomerang disk.
  - I am a good hairdresser, I will trim your hair. - The beauty showed black humor.
  Biden-Maria got out. She was asked by Putin-Yuliana.
  - Well, how are you?
  - Fine!
  The redhead confidently added:
  - I shoot, the southern part of the city is mostly cleared.
  The blonde terminator replied:
  - And I solved the problem of Meleshko. Now we have all the goals resolved - sharp turns.
  Putin-Yuliana nodded:
  - This is good! Grab the tank "Leopard", we drive those who survived.
  The blonde haired girl agreed.
  - I myself thought that this magnificent specimen of German science would be useful to our researchers.
  The red-haired vixen remarked:
  - You are lucky Biden-Maria, you killed the leaders, captured the supertank.
  The blonde warrior sincerely replied:
  - But you saved the children, and this is the most expensive reward.
  Putin-Yulina suddenly became ruder:
  - What are you annoying holy man.
  Biden-Maria jumped out and moved towards the tank. On the way, they tried to fire at her with a machine gun, but this attempt turned out to be a miserable bark of a downed mongrel.
  - Yes, even uninteresting! - A shot and three machine gunners flew from the roof with a death cry. - Nice welcome boys. - She said.
  And here is the tank, in shape the frontal part of the "Leopard" resembles a pike's head or the Soviet IS-3 tank. The car really had for its time excellent armor and not important driving performance. It stayed in service for about a year, and then it was replaced by the less aesthetic, but more practical IS-4. Biden-Maria thought that the Germans were somewhat like the Japanese, adopting other people's ideas. In particular, the Panther borrowed a lot from the T-34, and was even more powerful and heavily armored, about fourteen tons heavier than the Soviet one. But it has not outlived its main drawback - the high cost. So the "Leopard" -5 surpasses both the "Ambrams" and the T-90, and maybe even in armor and the T-100, but too expensive. This means that it is not suitable for mass production.
  True, two machine guns and an infantry fighting vehicle sat in ambush near the tank. What do you need to deal with them. In particular, use grenades!
  OGU-3, from among the captured ones, are quite suitable. Now it is fashionable to use needles as fragments. When they explode, they spin and tear flesh apart. The weapon is inhumane, but effective. Maria tossed the grenades in her hands, calculating the trajectory. They rolled along a twisting trajectory, and a wave of fragments drowned out the machine gunners.
  The blonde girl crossed herself:
  - Your souls will take off to the sound of the plane, they left the navel of the earth! Something seems to be in the vast expanses, a flower has blossomed in the distance! She sang something like a prayer.
  Now it remains to do away with the BMP. It's also a pretty serious problem. This machine is like a wolfhound, especially not a Russian model, but a German "Rhino" - 4, with active armor and two 88-mm cannons, four machine guns weighing forty-six tons. This can only take RPG - 29, already RPG - 7 or 19 does not work. The car is rather low, with a large slope of the armor plates, it is even difficult to hit. And the anti-aircraft guns are rapid-fire.
  Biden-Maria recalled documentary filming, how fast the German "Tiger" was, especially the royal one. And, nevertheless, there was a case when a boy of fourteen blew himself up with a grenade, near fuel tanks. As a result, there was a fire, and thirty brand new tigers were burned, ten of them were royal. It was a feat worthy of an entire division, and one kid did it. Of course, not without luck, but indirectly he was helped by the partisans, tearing the rail and accumulating a large amount of equipment with their sabotage at the station. But to give your life and not as a martyr that counts on a harem, but having an atheistic upbringing for the Motherland. Could Biden-Maria do it herself?
  The girl changed her mind from the RPG, anyone can blow up the "Rhino", but what if you destroy it with your bare hands.
  Biden-Maria began to make her way to the car in short dashes. She tried to move so that she would not be noticed. It's hard, I had to hide behind the corpses. But in the end, almost succeeded. She was noticed very close, hit by machine guns.
  - Russis Schwann! - Shouted in German.
  Biden-Maria barely had time to jump under her belly, the car started up and began to move, trying to crush the brave girl. The girl seized the hook, tugged at the hinge. She was well versed in mechanics and now the caterpillar flew off the wheels.
  - That bastard ugliness! - The German muttered.
  His partner added:
  - At the mug! It looks like the Russian pig is hooked.
  Squeal in response:
  - Let me drive him.
  Concerned:
  - What the hell is not joking, he will shoot you!
  Confident gurgling:
  - And I'm a flamethrower!
  Shoulder pat:
  - Do it Martin.
  A German with a pipe and a tank crawled out of the tower. His eyes glittered wickedly.
  - I'll fry a Russian pig, and there will be a shish kebab.
  The flame blazed, descending to the bottom of the BMP. Biden-Maria did not test the reliability of the Armor artifact against fire. Although it certainly mitigated the devastating effects. The girl stroked the boomerang disc.
  - How many times have I used you, serve again. Biden-Maria gently kissed her throwing weapon with her lips. Then she launched. The difficulty is that I had to quit without seeing the target blindly, focusing only on hearing, shuddering of the body and intuition.
  The Warrior agreed.
  - It's not all that sweet.
  However, the inner ear did not fail Biden-Maria, the blade cut off two Germans at once. An officer who stuck out his curious head and a flamethrower who confused the battle and the party.
  Biden-Maria quickly jumped upstairs, only two remained in the cockpit, but they could not follow the swift movements of the disguised girl.
  - Late as always! In war, missing a second - you can lose eternity! - Said the scout.
  Now inside she tuned the "Rhino" and called Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde warrior cooed:
  - I have two newest German cars. It"s difficult to take them away right away, I don"t know how to split in two yet.
  Putin-Yuliana replied:
  - I see, I'm on my way to you!
  At that moment, the headphones squeaked, and the voice of the lieutenant general was heard.
  - So, how is the cleanup going?
  The red-haired vixen answered confidently:
  - Fabulous! The ringleaders were destroyed, but they killed, I think, no less than two thousand for two.
  The general yelled:
  - Are you out of your mind. I order you to stop immediately and leave New Cher.
  Putin-Yuliana was surprised:
  - Don't you want the complete annihilation of the Stability group?
  The general, with captivating sincerity in his voice, replied:
  - Not! It's not in our interest. And in general, why do you think that we cannot use pro-American groups for our own purposes. For example, in Ukraine, the influence of the FSB even grew after the orange leaders came to power.
  The red-haired warrior joyfully said:
  - I always suspected it! At the same time, a great reason to slap European gas prices! Have we disappointed you?
  A senior intelligence officer noted:
  - No, in principle, I'm glad! Two FSB fighters in one night have never destroyed so many well-armed guys, and those with no small combat. This is sensational news that demonstrates the unthinkable frontiers of bioengineering.
  - Weak American special forces! - Said Biden-Maria.
  The general replied:
  - Don't tell me. American Rangers have experience in conducting special operations and fighting around the world. Yes, and technically equipped better than ours. Only recently have we begun to overtake them a little thanks to increased funding. And that's just in some areas. And if we take the state of the troops en masse ...
  The blonde terminator responded with a snarl.
  - Okay, it doesn't matter anymore! We have two vehicles: the tank "Leopard"-5, and "Rhino"-5, the latest models. Would you be interested in getting them?
  The boss confirmed:
  - Of course, this is an experimental weapon. It would be useful for us to learn some German know-how. In particular, rocket technology and the first jet aircraft were borrowed from Germany.
   Putin-Yuliana knocked on the armor:
  - Hello Biden-Maria! Here I am, covered in blood.
  The blonde terminator growled:
  - Let's jump into the "Leopard" received an order: leave!
  - I confirm this! The general barked.
  The red harpy bellowed:
  - I heard! But I liked the process of the war so much that it's hard to tear myself away. How about you?
  Biden-Maria wanted to answer positively, but then numerous mangled corpses flashed before her eyes, their broken faces, some warped with pain, others blessed. She even felt sick, and she cooed:
  - No, that's enough tonight, we've crossed all borders, we're leaving.
  Putin-Yuliana broke through to the Leopard with fantastic speed. Two fighters sitting on the armor were dropped. The girl, through simple manipulations, opened the hatch, jumping inside.
  Biden-Maria also did not waste time, took and fastened the caterpillar to the wheel. They tried to fire at her with the persistence of a woodpecker knocking on the armor. The girl did not want to answer, but when the shelling became too persistent. Muttered:
  - Well, why don't people appreciate kindness and restraint. - Biden-Maria in a second burst plugged her lead-spitting mouths.
  Putin-Yuliana answered her:
  - Man submits to force, respects cruelty, despises gentleness and does not appreciate kindness!
  The blonde terminator hissed:
  - Dog instincts!
  The redhead added:
  - Developed as a result of evolution!
  The light warrior croaked in rage:
  Or maybe invented by the devil.
  - Even if Lucifer exists, it is a bright and noble angel. That's what the Bible teaches. After all, the Lord created him perfect and good. - Putin-Yuliana gladly turned on the gearbox, in six seconds the tank accelerated to forty kilometers. She fired a burst into the distance, but, in fact, there was no one to shoot. The torn garrison could no longer resist. So the war ceased to be interesting.
  The red-haired warrior with feigned regret squeaked:
  - Poor boys, how many of you we have laid down.
  Biden-Maria returned to the discussion:
  - I believe that Lucifer was indeed originally a kind, exalted and noble angel. But sin and pride settled in his heart! It so happened that under the influence of sin - the mystery of lawlessness, the good in the soul of the main angel began to die, and malice arose.
  Lucifer, turning us to Sodom ,
  A product of sin and pride!
  He raised the sword to the sacred throne of the Lord,
  And I decided that now I am omnipotent!
  Biden-Maria sang. Two pearly tears rolled out of her sapphire eyes, they slid down her satin cheek and dripped down. The girl became very disgusted for her cruelty. Putin-Yuliana caught her mood.
  - Now we need to pick up the Stinger weapons and hand them over to the terrorists. This is our original plan. We must enter into the trust of the Black Sultan.
  The blonde terminator agreed:
  - A perfectly reasonable assumption. But first, let's leave the city, New Cher is a little tired.
  The red-haired warrior replied with a smile:
  - And I like. It is not possible for everyone to create a fairly decent enclave among the Chernobyl expanses.
  The light-colored warrior nodded.
  - You can't blame "Stability" for this.
  The tank and infantry fighting vehicles rolled out of the city, gradually they accelerated their speed, trying to squeeze out the maximum. "Leopard" accelerated to eighty-five kilometers per hour, And the BMP jumped over a hundred.
  Red Vixen noted:
  - Do not drive Biden-Maria like that, you will suddenly run into an ambush.
  The blonde terminator yelped:
  - Then I'll plant the enemy on two barrels!
  On the way, they came across three motorcycles, one even fired a mortar. However, shooting them in the style of a computer game is very pleasant.
  We are the lords of the fire trails. - Said Putin-Yuliana. - Then asked the colonel. - Reluctantly, we left the game. It was difficult, but necessary.
  He answered on the radio:
  - And that you wanted to make this territory uninhabited. This is not part of our strategic plans.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - Good, but the influence of the group "Stability" is undermined. So, you will need to change something in the policy within the zone.
  The colonel muttered reluctantly:
  - Of course, but it will be decided by the upper management. In the meantime, catch the black sultan.
  Having passed the shaft of the girl, we drove into the jungle. Ahead glowed anomalies.
  "The city itself may have some protection against these marvels. Biden-Maria noted . - By revealing its nature, we could make significant progress in the development of the zone.
  The red-haired warrior nodded.
  - Of course they could! But they are already doing it without us! The best scientists are working.
  The blonde remarked harshly:
  - And that scientists have not yet learned how to treat AIDS and cancer. How many people are dying in agony. This is what I would do.
  - In Russia, the healthcare system needs to be modernized following the example of Cuba. After all, there is enough money, you can make it free and accessible to everyone. - Putin-Yuliana raised her fingers to the top. - Besides, it was better if the guys and girls would serve together, creating mixed companies. Just think of a young man in the very dawn of strength and libido for a year, and earlier for two years they were deprived of female affection. It is not for nothing that sexual crimes have grown. Sex is the best medicine for all mental illnesses, but, unfortunately, expensive and hard to get! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria sarcastically inserted:
  - I see only this on your mind!
  The red-haired vixen answered confidently:
  - Quite a normal instinct! Who does not love sex does not love life, and does not appreciate the joys of the body! Actually, we're on our way!
  The tank and BMP drove around the anomaly, then another crater. Pulled fresh discharges. The anomaly stretched its tentacles, almost invisible but palpable, so that the armor vibrated like pebbles clattering against it.
  - This is quite interesting, I can feel the waves, very small range, they heat up the coating! Maria Biden said.
  The red-haired warrior confirmed:
  - I'm not a log either! Yes, that's something! In addition, our tanks are an accumulation of metal and can attract negative energy.
  The blonde spoke:
  - Can try with a fragmentation projectile! Air shaking will change the parameters of the field.
  - No, we'd better just go around! The girl-president shook the joystick. In general, the Germans cleverly came up with this. Instead of a steering wheel and buttons, use an element of a game console as a control. It is not for nothing that the German Mercedes and BMW are such popular cars, even the Russian president respects them.
  A rat-boar poked his head under the tracks, the animal snapped its fangs and rushed under the car.
  The crackle of breaking ribs, and spilled blood, heralded that the creature was being tyrannized.
  A dozen more similar monsters were shot by machine-gun bursts.
  - And they're out of warranty. - Said the girl-president.
  Rat dogs and other creatures shied away from the tanks, apparently mistaking them for dangerous mutant animals.
  - Look, they are afraid of us! Biden-Maria pointed with her finger.
  - No great merit, you would be scared too. - Answered Putin-Yuliana.
  Then the girls nevertheless slowed down, and drove out onto the channel. Two vehicles, a tank and an infantry fighting vehicle, were laid up.
  Well, it looks like we've achieved something! Here comes our submarine! - Biden-Maria noted.
  The redhead muttered:
  - It is high time!
  The foundations of a titanium boat appeared from under the water. The marvelous car went up the canal. They partially duplicated the functions of the tank.
  Already familiar fighters in exoskeletons jumped out of her womb, as well as the colonel. They began to hand over the unpacked "mega-stingers" to the young warriors.
  - Here are a few pieces of this modification we will take for ourselves to study. - Said the colonel. - And the rest, not a visual friend to the black sultan.
  Biden-Maria noted with concern:
  - I don't really like the idea of bringing such a generous gift to the enemy of Russia.
  The Colonel confidently said:
  "This is a Danish gift. First, mega-stingers will become completely useless in combat. And secondly...
  - I know! Maria Biden said.
  The Colonel frowned.
  - What do you know?
  The blonde terminator replied:
  - What, secondly. You have assigned a call sign with reception to each mega-stinger. In this case, you will be able to track the movement of the enemy.
  - Yes, a kind of bugs! - Interrupted Putin-Yulian. - It's quite simple!
  The officer confirmed:
  - You guessed! Yes, we will track all their jerks in this way. But they will rush around cool.
  The blonde agreed.
  - Well, then we will accept the gift.
  The Colonel added:
  - In addition, bugs will also be introduced into your tanks. After all, there will surely be witnesses that you stole them, otherwise you will hand them over to the black sultan. And another gift to him and we will have more goals for tracking.
  Biden-Maria nodded in agreement:
  - Surely the black sultan wants to climb there himself. After all, it is very likely that the power-hungry terrorist will personally test the new technique.
  The Colonel noted:
  - So do we. "Hyperbugs" will be able to transmit video from the tank and infantry fighting vehicles. Clear and accurate, as well as partial visibility outside the tank. We will constantly monitor the enemy.
  The red-haired vixen frowned:
  - What kind of technique?
  The colonel took out small crystals, held them out in his palm:
  - Mini-electronics, they can be given any shape. We will hide them in the tank's instruments in such a way that the enemy will not notice in any way. Believe me, even American experts will not be able to detect anything. This can be hidden in the panel or under the guise of varnish.
  Maria-Biden was surprised:
  - Wow, I didn't know we could do that.
  The SWAT officer confessed:
  - It's not just ours. For a lot of money they bought several American scientists and two Germans, as well as an Indian. Not to mention the fact that our people stole something from research institutes in the US and Canada. All the forces of Russian science are thrown against the black sultan. The best personnel and minds. So girls, you are not alone, behind your shoulder is the breath of a mighty country.
  The warriors muttered in chorus:
  - We feel it.
  Special Forces soldiers fixed Hyperbugs on the tank and BMP. Everything was carefully patched up, and the "mega-stingers" were loaded onto a special cart. While such preparations were being made, the Colonel asked:
  - Approximately how many people, taking into account the ship, you finished off people. Biden-Maria thought a little and answered:
  - I personally about one thousand three hundred.
  Putin-Yuliana confirmed:
  - And I'm also about a thousand three hundred. We fought as equals.
  The Colonel said with a satisfied look:
  - And two thousand six hundred in the end. Good breakdown. We will put it in the analogue of the successful actions of the special forces. You may be secretly rewarded! You know, a new award, the ruby star, has been introduced for the special forces. With its help, you will get the right to an extraordinary military rank, who are you, by the way.
  - Biden-Maria Swiftness! - lieutenant of the Russian army.
  - Biden-Yuliana Grazia! - lieutenant of the army of Great Russia.
  The Colonel confirmed:
  - She, you will definitely be handed over, making captains.
  A mutant bird flew in the sky, a bare skull flashed in the darkness, with teeth curved like lightning. All in all, a great horror film. However, it was not necessary to shoot , the reptile bird flew by.
  Putin-Yuliana still fired from a machine gun, the bullets hit a large creature the size of a fighter. The reptile gasped and exploded. The air wave shook the trees.
  - I did it beautifully! Only her feathers are stronger than alloy steel, you need to hit exactly in the ass, under the tail. After that, natural gas explodes, and the acid that has accumulated in the insides. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The Colonel remarked:
  - Zuffy the bird, so special. But quite rare, it was possible to spare.
  The red-haired warrior objected:
  - And she feeds on corpses and spreads the infection. There were cases when she ate live farters.
  The last one is the most disgusting. Biden-Maria wrinkled her neck. - In general, in the zone, read all animals cannibals, especially rats.
  Putin-Yuliana honestly said:
  But that doesn't justify them. Although if there were no other way out, and for the sake of serving Russia, you would have to eat your neighbor, even Biden-Maria. Although I would start eating it only after death, it is a valuable frame. In short, for the sake of the Motherland, I am ready for cannibalism.
  The blonde girl squeaked:
  Or to save your life!
  The red-haired she-devil quite rationally answered:
  - You know yourself that there is no one to replace us. We are so valuable, worth more than a nuclear aircraft carrier. And if a man were with us, then in general it would be possible to organize a new branch of humanity.
  The blonde licked her lips.
  - Just like us! Sounds tempting.
  There were exactly one hundred "Mega-stingers". Considering that this is a valuable model quite a lot. Putin-Yuliana threw one of them, carefully looked into the light.
  - Do you think that the terrorists will not suspect anything?
  The Colonel confidently replied:
  - Excluded! It's not their level. Stupid shaved heads will not think of such a thing.
  The red-haired warrior agreed:
  "Then we'll get it all over." Yes, we have already said everything we wanted to say. It remains only to say goodbye.
  The Colonel pouted.
  - And that's it?
  The red suit girl chirped, holding out her hand:
  - Well, maybe even wish you good luck on the road!
  The SWAT officer replied:
  - This is also not enough!
  . CHAPTER #3
  Putin-Yuliana began to lose patience, and her bare, chiseled foot stomped nervously:
  - So what else?
  The Colonel replied:
  - I heard Biden-Maria, she can compose poetry and sing! Let him sing something for us along the way.
  The blonde girl bowed.
  - I agree! Although I do not consider myself a great composer! - Throwing back her hair, Biden-Maria sang, as always with enthusiasm, her voice had the richest tonality, not available to an ordinary person:
  So that the soul does not know mournful remorse,
  The sacred fire in the heart has not died out!
  We will dedicate the spirit of all hymns to the fatherland,
  Dawn, the hour of Russian victory has approached!
  
  I pick flowers on a spring day,
  To whom I love for the glory of bright days!
  And in the future I see the darkness of visions
  Where is the joy, the nightingale broadcasts the world!
  
  He makes mysterious sounds
  In which Russia of Christ is above all!
  And for the fatherland, as a duty, I will take torment,
  Let Russia be: joy, laughter!
  
  There were trials of blood and pain,
  The fatherland was brutally trampled!
  But after the battle they ate bread and salt,
  And generously handed out alms!
  
  Russia will sing hymns to you,
  The country of great immortal warriors!
  Swinging his sword, he pierced the steel network,
  My duty is to fight for the sick and the poor!
  Even the impassive commandos in armored exoskeletons applauded:
  - Excellent poetry! An extraordinary talent is immediately visible! And what a voice, unprecedented, strong. The warriors screamed. - It's time to compare you Biden-Maria with Madonna.
  The warrior cooed modestly:
  - From American and Biblical?
  - With both! - Said the colonel.
  The blonde chirped:
  - Well, no, an American how to say more politely ...
  The officer breathed out:
  - We got it! Excuse us.
  - That's it!
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - And personally do not mind the comparison with Madonna! Even American. Why don't I have a shameless redhead, put on some show?
  The Colonel nodded in agreement.
  - That's quite possible! What would you like?
  The red-haired warrior answered logically:
  - Miscellaneous! But the main thing is cool. Come up with your own show!
  - The last idea is good. But first...
  - I know to catch a black gopher! - Putin-Yuliana slammed her foot on the grass. - This will be.
  "Now is the time to call him. We are leaving you. The Colonel saluted and left. Soldiers in exoskeletons began to move behind him. It was something else, scary and attractive at the same time.
  The submarine closed and began to quickly sink into the water.
  "That's how we figured it out. Maria Biden said. - Even composed something in the end.
  - You know, poetry has in common with wine that its value grows with time, but even centuries do not allow the lines to go rotten and the sparks to go out! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde terminator replied:
  - You speak Putin-Yulian well, but we do it very badly.
  The red-haired vixen agreed:
  - Why, with our work we coped perfectly.
  The blonde terminator doubted:
  - Among those whom we killed were Russians.
  Putin-Yuliana answered harshly:
  - So these are bandits or accomplices of the West.
  The blonde warrior replied:
  - No need to straightforwardly bring everyone under a single cliché.
  The red-haired vixen growled:
  - How else. A soldier is like a computer - he counts one-zero, and a warrior is a friend-enemy!
  The blonde terminator issued:
  - Perhaps, but in this case we are not computers, but people.
  Here the fiery warrior gave out:
  - A man differs from an animal in humanism and the ability to act contrary to instincts!
  Biden-Maria asked with a smile:
  - Isn't it so?
  Putin-Yuliana agreed:
  - In general, yes! Well, let's not talk about sad things! Now let's go a little.
  Both cars with a trailer moved into the depths of the jungle, trying to get as far away as possible. Clay stuck to the tracks, as if trying to slow them down.
  - Sometimes I think nature rebels against man. - Said Biden-Maria.
  Putin-Yuliana asked:
  - What do you want?
  - From violence against a woman, healthy children sometimes appear, and from violence against nature, only monsters! Maria Biden said.
  - As we are with you! The audience is waiting for mournful faces, everyone will understand that you are a killer! - Putin-Yuliana turned the barrel.
  The blonde terminator issued:
  - Perhaps, this is not the toughest epithet that we deserve.
  The cars almost got into the impassable swamp. I had to go around, on the way I came across a fallen power line. On the other hand, an anomaly loomed. She was visible, milky grey. Biden-Maria leaned out of the BMP and cooed:
  - You'll have to go around here.
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - No, it's better to just cross the line, power lines. It will be much more economical.
  The blonde terminator noted:
  I don't like this kind of simplicity.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - Cowardly?
  The blonde warrior remarked:
  - Not! And I'll go first! My infantry fighting vehicle is much lighter than the "Leopard"!
  Red Warrior said:
  - So get down!
  Biden-Maria shifted into first gear and moved gently towards the line. I ran into her already over the edge. As soon as there was an explosion, the car was thrown up, and it froze.
  The blonde president squeaked:
  Well, we got what we wanted.
  The red-haired fighting babe barked:
  - Your fault Biden-Maria, you shouldn't lose your head, you got scared from the word.
  The white destroyer replied:
  - And you're still teasing!
  Putin-Yuliana grunted:
  - Well, what do you think. Don't freak out though.
  Biden-Maria tweeted:
  You can't see if I'm frowning or not.
  The red-haired vixen answered with a smile:
  - It's not hard to guess! All in all, we both screwed up. They looked at anomalies, but forgot about ordinary mines.
  The blonde terminator giggled.
  "You might have to take me in tow.
  The fire devil remarked:
  - If there is no other way, then I will take it.
  The girls did not argue for a long time. Biden-Yuliana grabbed the Biden-Maria BMP with a cable and dragged it.
  Or rather, she first tugged at it, checking how the end was fixed. The next one was even easier.
  - Yes, and how much you can shake! Biden-Yuliana said
  Biden-Maria replied.
  - There is so much stupidity in our actions.
  Then they were forced to slow down. There was a hum of turntables, vague and disturbing.
  - They fly over our souls. They want revenge! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria aggressively noted:
  - They won't see us, but our tanks can see us. We need to disguise them.
  The redhead took it and squeaked:
  -Disguise - castling!
  - Then throw it faster, large plantains are best suited. Biden-Maria said.
  The red devil muttered:
  - Or cacti, don't be afraid, their thorns are soft, only stinging like nettles. -
  The girls drove up to the plantains. Putin-Yuliana jumped out of the tank. Biden-Maria emerged from the BMP like a mink.
  They hastily camouflaged the cars. At one time they were taught this as well. The wonderful organism of the girls allowed them to get by with one hour of sleep per day. Therefore, they have mastered almost everything! Soon it became, the tanks were so skillfully camouflaged that armored monsters could not be seen even at a low altitude. In addition, the digital coating of the latest machines made it difficult to detect them using thermal imagers. The temperature of the surface of the tanks and the surrounding air was almost the same.
  The girls muttered in unison:
  "That's how we got ready.
  Helicopters appeared at the top. Several "Apache", and MI-24. There was a feeling of attack. However, the flight altitude was high; they remembered how they were shot down. Putin-Yulina suggested:
  - Maybe we can test one of the "mega-stingers" on them?
  Biden-Maria doubted:
  - Why, to reveal yourself ahead of time.
  The red-haired warrior said with a smile:
  - I suspect that the secret of manipulation lies in the fact that "mega-stingers" take any targets except the latest Russian helicopters and aircraft.
  The blonde terminator doubted:
  - Are you sure about that?
  - One hundred percent! When they conduct a special operation in the zone, they use the latest samples. Including for testing. Look what it is.
  Putin-Yuliana showed her hand.
  - I don't see anything!
  Biden-Maria, smiling, replied:
  - I heard that they have already developed a reconnaissance "Fly". Yes, it looks like an ordinary fly, or rather like a butterfly, a chameleon is able to adapt to any surface. The perfect scout!
  Red doubted:
  Why didn't they supply us?
  The blonde terminator noted:
  - The electronics are too thin, the anomalies of the zone cannot withstand. In general, such a technique, you know, is difficult to operate. The same rain can destroy her.
  The red devil nodded.
  - But the benefits are not commensurate.
  Putin-Yuliana took out a "Mega-stinger" and asked.
  - Well, who are we going to shoot at!
  In addition to the Apache helicopters, the four-screw monster King Kong was in the air. A huge machine with cannons, rockets, machine guns.
  - That's the goal! Maria Biden said. - It"s not a pity to spend a charge on it!
  The red-haired vixen noted doubtfully:
  - "King Kong" flying fortress. Maybe the "mega-stinger" will not take it.
  The blonde spoke confidently.
  - If his qualities have improved, then he will take it. And no, you don't need to shorten the distance.
  Putin-Yuliana growled:
  "Then I'll shoot!"
  The fair-haired warrior was indignant:
  - Why do you!
  The red-haired vixen logically remarked with poison:
  - You have a Biden-Maria too vulnerable Christian soul. Why cause unnecessary psychological trauma.
  - Maybe you're right. Take the sin upon yourself.
  Biden-Maria handed her a mega-stinger.
  Putin-Yuliana confidently grabbed it and pointed it at the enemy. The computer briefly said:
  - Target captured. - And highlighted its contours in the hologram.
  - Exactly! You did not become distracted by small things. Immediately caught the "dubolom", what you need. - The eyes of Putin-Yuliana gleamed predatory. - Now I'll ram you.
  Biden-Maria grunted:
  You are cruel Julia.
  The red-haired warrior replied:
  - If the mother is cruel, the children are also cruel! What is the nature of her offspring - man!
  You, by the way, are also not the embodiment of softness!
  The blonde with a sigh confirmed:
  - Agree!
  Putin-Yuliana fired. And I almost did not feel the return, as the "mega-stinger" smoothly worked. Not even a tail was left, and an explosion followed almost immediately. The mighty flying fortress, the formidable King Kong with multi-layered armor, rushed as if it had been rammed by a cruise missile.
  - That's power! - Said Biden-Maria.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - Here the explosives grew at least ten times. It can be seen that the Americans are very worried. After all, they can significantly strengthen the army, and their special forces. But now it's gone!
  The blonde fighter replied:
  - But the black sultan was strengthened! In general, the United States, as we have already said, is a democratic, Christian country, and a rich one at that. It's better for us to be friends with them.
  - Said Biden-Maria.
  Putin-Yuliana cooed:
  - Friendship is sought from the strong, nourishment from the rich, and devotion is shown to the fearless! As long as Russia is strong, the US is our friend. Of course, they know that we have spoiled them like that, but this only makes them respect them.
  The blonde hesitated.
  - Will they answer us?
  The red-haired vixen nodded.
  - Nothing to answer them! That's how you think September 11, 2001, without our participation cost?
  Biden-Maria cooed aggressively:
  - We don't have exact information, but logic tells us that Bin Laden can't do that!
  Putin-Yuliana giggled:
  - You see! The Yankees washed themselves with blood, but they had nothing to answer.
  The blonde laughed.
  - Funny! Cleverly we washed them!
  The red-haired warrior nodded.
   - You see! How easy it turned out! Now the Yankees understand what it means to bully Russia. Made a stir.
  The other helicopters turned back. It immediately became clear to them: further death and hell. No chance if King Kong got busted.
  - In general, it was not bad to compose a series about a gigantic polar bear. Then make a movie. Biden-Maria noted. - Indeed, in the USA, King Kong, the Japanese have "Godzilla", and we must have our own hypermonster!
  Putin-Yuliana agreed:
  - The idea of a giant bear living at the North Pole is very interesting. Can become a national hero. And you, Maria, wouldn't want to be a writer.
  The blonde terminator noted:
  - Is it on a religious theme! Specifically, write a good religious book, "Should We Believe in the Trinity? Is Jesus Christ Almighty God?" There I would describe this dogma in detail. Many people doubt this doctrine.
  The red-haired warrior bellowed:
  - A movie script would be much better! I will definitely promote the idea with a polar bear. We will describe how he is caught, then taken to Moscow. And the original ending: the bear climbs the Ostankino TV tower, and dies from gunshots and explosions.
  The blonde and former President of the United States noted:
  - It looks very attractive, although it duplicates King Kong too much, something more original should be here. In particular, I gave you an idea.
  Putin-Yuliana nodded:
  - It's very likely! You can do the following, for example, the bear broke through to the Kremlin, rested its paws on the wall.
  Biden-Maria noted:
  - They'll kill him quickly. After all, there are so many troops and guards around the Kremlin. Even sorry for the poor clubfoot.
  The red-haired warrior cooed:
  - Can think of some magical protection for him! Make a monster like a pagan God.
  The blonde warrior remarked:
  This is already getting intriguing! We'll keep thinking!
  The president girl looked cheerful and prepared to return to the tank and ride, when suddenly, her stomach lit up and music began to play.
  - What it is? she asked.
  The blonde terminator nodded.
  - The sound resembles the prayer of Muslims! Looks like the black sultan is calling us.
  Red suggested:
  - Change appearance.
  The president girl took out a piece of paper that looked like parchment. The question popped up in her:
  - How did you cope with the task?
  Biden-Maria wrote in Arabic:
  - Praise be to Allah, excellent, two and a half thousand infidels went to hell! One hundred "mega-stingers" were captured, of which one has already been tried, showing an amazing result, knocking down the "King Kong". In addition, we captured the "Leopard" -5, and the latest model of the "Rhino".
  The answer followed:
  - Excellent, I know the Mujahideen that you can rely on.
  The blonde chimed in:
  Ready for new orders!
  An inscription appeared:
  - Now our warriors will come to you!
  The parchment flickered, then went out.
  Biden-Maria replied:
  - As in a fairy tale, not only writes, but also speaks.
  Putin-Yuliana nodded:
  Like Harry Potter.
  The blonde confirmed:
  - Looks like it!
  The redhead agreed.
  - The story is not bad, but Harry is not from our country.
  The blond-haired warrior stated decisively:
  - We will write not the worst works.
  The girls got up. Then the air moved and in front of them, there were five figures. One familiar female, and others shapeless like ninjas in spotted camouflage.
  The masked woman approached them and knelt down.
  - Greetings to you who have performed feats in the name of Allah.
  The girls exclaimed in unison:
  - And we love you too!
  The woman ingratiatingly asked:
  - Then a simple question is why you have not been known to us until now.
  The red-haired warrior wisely replied:
  - Faith requires self-denial, sometimes even strictly seclusion or wait, with prayers. Only in this case Allah gives strength. In addition, we could be under other people's masks.
  The martyr nodded and said:
  - Yes, the answer, though ornate, but fit! Now listen to me carefully. Recently, China has gathered a lot of power.
  The girls blurted out in chorus:
  - We know it!
  - And this is not a small obstacle on the way of Islam.
  The warriors in chorus confirmed:
  - Yes, a gigantic empire!
  The woman said excitedly:
  - And the communist one! There is a grouping "Sunrise", its leader is an agent of the Chinese special services. In addition, it is connected with another giant Japan and the aggressive North Korea.
  The blonde nodded.
  - And probably Yauza?
  Shahidka wittily answered:
  - Not excluded! Paddle on the head! We know they have valuable artifacts.
  Putin-Yuliana asked:
  - And what?
  The woman shook her head.
  - Haven't figured it out yet! The bottom line is that Asians know how to keep secrets and spread a minimum of information.
  Biden-Maria asked:
  So our goal...
  Shahid nodded in agreement:
  - Correctly! Discover and scout what they hide. Do you know Karate and Kung Fu?
  - A little! - Girls answered modestly.
  Shahidka confidently asked:
  - But you can beat the black belt!
  The girls growled in unison:
  - Theoretically, yes!
  The Muslim woman nodded.
  - Good! You will learn a lot of valuable things from them. Although they are eastern peoples, the base city is located in the northwest, west of New Cher. It's called Tekin!
  The warriors muttered:
  - We heard about him!
  The woman stated:
  - Also on the coast, the Chernobyl lake. Quite an interesting place, by the way, it is full of Russian and Ukrainian thieves' raspberries.
  The girls growled in chorus:
  - We know!
  Shahidka said:
  - So that's your goal, to figure out what valuable artifacts they have, steal and hand over to us.
  - And what are we in return? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  The Muslim woman said with pathos:
  Isn't serving Allah the highest reward?
  The red-haired vixen answered in a rage:
  - This is true! But we never even saw the Black Sultan. We do not know who this is, and whom we are helping. It turns out they don't trust us.
  Shahidka said with conviction:
  - And why do you need it! You yourself understand that special services and mercenaries from all over the world are hunting for our leader. In these conditions, we must especially carefully protect his personality.
  The blonde terminator replied:
  - Understandably! Since we, by killing infidels, did not deserve trust, we will temporarily put up with it.
  Terrorist liaison number one said decisively:
  - We take weapons and "mega-stingers" from you. And give back the artifacts seized from the Americans.
  After hesitating, the female presidents handed over six grand. The woman accepted the stones, then hid them in her belt.
  - That's not all! She said confidently.
  The red-haired warrior replied:
  - It would be desirable for us to keep for ourselves an artifact that reduces radiation, because we are also at risk. And just like the stones "armor".
  - The latter is quite useful to us. - Said the woman. - Then she laughed. - Although these are not so unique stones, keep them until you complete the task.
  I think this will be useful to you.
  The blonde asked
  - Do you have to shoot a lot?
  Shakhidka replied with a smile:
  - How to get! In terms of power, the grouping "Sunrise" is not inferior to "Stability". Now, probably, thanks to you, he is superior.
  The red-haired warrior enthusiastically said:
  Everything is in the hands of Allah. It makes strong warriors weak and weak fighters strong.
  - Like the Chechens! We must achieve freedom for our fatherland. - Noticed the woman.
  The blonde said ambiguously:
  - If it is the will of Allah.
  Suddenly, the vehicle of the BMP "Rhino" and the trailer with the "mega-stingers" disappeared. Four soldiers were missing with them. It happened without flashes or explosions, just like sugar melts in water, only much faster. True, the girls managed to see that the contours suddenly turned pale and blurred. The teleportation happened in a fraction of a second.
  Biden-Maria threw up her hands:
  - Once again you demonstrate a miracle!
  The woman remarked with a smile:
  - Same as you! Some miracles are worth others.
  - Teleportation! Is this a property of stones? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  - Not only!
  The red-haired warrior insisted:
  - What else? Can you explain?
  The woman confidently said:
  - It's a long story, but when you complete the next task, maybe we'll enlighten you.
  - What! This is a great guess! Biden-Maria noted. - In general, this ability to instantly move helped us a lot.
  The Chechen woman said:
  - You still have enough strength. And in the future, perhaps we will entrust you with the elimination of the Russian president himself.
  - That sounds tempting! - She said, barely hiding the irony of Biden-Maria.
  - And attractive! - Added Putin-Yuliana.
  The woman nodded.
  - And now you can go out!
  The red-haired vixen asked:
  - What is it like! Why didn't you take the Leopard tank.
  The Muslim woman readily explained:
  - Very simple! Why not set China on Russia, which needs Siberian lands, hungry Korea, and, of course, Japan. After all, the Japanese want not only the Kuriles, but also Sakhalin, as well as Vladivostok.
  The blonde confirmed:
  - Samurai yes! Warrior race.
  - The Russians lost one war to Japan, won another: the score is one-one, which means the decisive meeting is still ahead. - Noticed the woman.
  - The population of small Japan and big Russia is approximately equal, and the economic potential of the country of the Rising Sun is even higher. Biden-Maria noted. And if China and Korea enter the war, then it will be ...
  - A big shish kebab from a Russian bear! - The woman took off into the air, had a few bites and smoothly sank onto the grass. - In general, do you understand what's what? Key goal?
  The girls answered in chorus:
  - Yes, we understand. quarrel Russia with the whole world.
  The Muslim woman nodded.
  - Though it is clear to you! Now what do you want.
  The girls exclaimed in unison:
  - Blessings!
  Shahidka suggested:
  - Let's pray!
  The girls meekly knelt down. When it was over, the woman asked them:
  - Do you believe in our final victory?
  The girls answered in unison:
  - Certainly! We have great strength!
  The Muslim woman lowered her voice and said:
  - Amazing! You know, I didn't trust anyone as much as you. Now listen to me carefully. China has secretly created a flying submarine. It combines the qualities of a high-altitude ekranoplan and an underwater submarine. This is a very serious thing.
  The red-haired warrior chirped:
  Yes, we think so too.
  Shahid nodded.
  - For a lot of money, she flew over the territory of Ukraine and is about to be here.
  The girls muttered in chorus:
  - Understandably!
  The woman also noted:
  - Not everyone understood! This formidable weapon will arrive in duplicate. We have an opinion that the Chinese also found something in the zone. And now they behave like experienced testers. Do you understand their logic?
  The blonde nodded in understanding.
  - Yes, if the United States tried to get something, then the Chinese will not allow breaking parity.
  The Chechen woman, still lowering her voice, added:
  - In addition, there have been steps towards rapprochement between the United States and China. They say that the Americans are even ready to cede Taiwan on acceptable terms.
  Putin-Yuliana whistled:
  - Yes, we have been talking about a global alliance for a long time.
  The woman muttered:
  - And if the Chinese get a thrashing, how will they like it!
  The red-haired vixen blurted out:
  - They will go for an alliance with the West, against us!
  The Muslim woman nodded.
  - Or Russia! But in any case, we will drive a wedge between the US and China!
  The conversation was interrupted by the barking of rat-dogs and the howl of rat-wolves. Creatures ran out of the thicket. Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana drew their daggers.
  - Let's deal with them!
  - Let me see how you fight. The woman flew up.
  The girls-presidents waved their point and rushed into the thick of it. The experience accumulated over the centuries said: attacking is the best way to neutralize the numerical advantage of the enemy - to force them to fight back is like chopping off half of the arms!
  They kicked and hacked with daggers, the corpses fell like autumn leaves with a strong shaking.
  "That's how you defeat your opponent!" - The girls danced famously. In their movements they performed the likeness of a lezginka.
  Twists followed, then an alternating dance, after the next claps, throws, backhand blows.
  - To fight the bloody saint and right! - Whispered Putin-Yuliana, cutting the creature's head. Biden-Maria ripped open the belly. The girl became much more cheerful, the blows of their legs knocked out the half-shabby monsters. Here Putin-Yuliana hit one with her elbow, another with her head, and a third with her knee. Biden-Maria was not far behind. The number of corpses quickly jumped to fifty, and the rest, finally, seeing the abundance of blood, from which their paws were sticky and parted, began to experience a semblance of fear. Mournful howls followed, after which the creatures began to run. The girls unanimously threw boomerang disks.
  - No one can get away from us!
  After that, each of their sharpest objects cut off at least five creatures, a total of ten. The girls-presidents laughed and began to cut off their tails, doing it at the speed of machine guns, after which they returned.
  - Like this! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - Disassembly was short.
  Biden-Maria added:
  - As the enemy did not try, but only left us his swag.
  - You have an unusual technique! - Noticed a female terrorist. - Reminds me of a Caucasian dance.
  The red-haired warrior asked:
  What should she be reminded of?
  The Islamic warrior replied:
  - Now I'm sure you're definitely not from the FSB.
  The blonde asked in surprise:
  - And what caused such a statement.
  The female terrorist replied:
  - They do not have such fighters that, when fighting, they perform lezginka. In addition, you are very professional with daggers, which is also rare. The conclusion suggests itself: you were not trained in the Kremlin!
  Putin-Yuliana exclaimed:
  - Fine! And now we have a new task to complete!
  Biden-Maria confirmed:
  - Certainly! We heard what!
  - Then goodbye! You have the map, find it yourself!
  Bowing, the woman disappeared. Her tails and skins disappeared with her. The air smelled like a thunderstorm. Then it got cold. Biden- Maria automatically crossed herself. Putin-Yuliana pulled her up:
  - What are you doing? Maybe they are following us?
  The blonde remarked logically:
  In that case, we would have failed long ago.
  The redhead rationally objected:
  - Do not underestimate the enemy. In general, I want to say the following, what do we have today?
  The fair-haired warrior replied in disappointment:
  - Almost nothing! Unless the weapons were handed over.
  The red warrior nodded.
  - It's already something. Well, overall they did a good job. There is one more disassembly left.
  Biden-Maria suggested wearily:
  - We'll climb into the tank and sleep for half an hour. This will give us strength, and then we'll go.
  - Agree! A little rest won't hurt us.
  Putin-Yuliana took off her boots, her legs had already healed, a half-severed finger had grown. The skin has healed.
  - Two more hours and only scars will remain, and after a short time they will also disappear. - Said the girl-president.
  The blonde replied enthusiastically.
  Let your feet breathe then. They are delightful, sometimes you even envy that you were not born a man.
  The red-haired vixen answered logically:
  - Women have their advantages. For a woman, love is pleasure and income, for men, pleasure and expense! We can make money with our beauty, but it is more difficult for men to do this.
  Biden-Maria disagreed:
  - Not why there are male strippers!
  - Certainly! But they have too much competition. - Putin-Yuliana yawned. - And now to the tank.
  The girls climbed into the car, it was quite spacious, and lay down, plunging into a sweet slumber.
  The sunbeds were comfortable and the girls relaxed. Biden-Maria had an unusual dream. As if she died and in the next world became a fairy princess. But life was not easy, almost immediately the girl began to be pursued by sorcerers and evil magicians. In general, there is too much evil in the world. Here, even in a dream, a real battle unfolded. With dragons and fighters, bombs and napalm. Biden-Maria, however, managed to destroy the main "pest" after which it became easier: the monsters retreated. But it didn't happen right away. Neither the sword worked, nor the spell. But there are always clues in a dream, and now the little prince appeared on wings and offered:
  - Conjure antimatter.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Great offer!
  When the annihilation bomb was ready for the enemy hordes, the krants came! They sprayed!
  The girl woke up cheerful, at the same time as Putin-Yuliana. Half an hour has passed - that means it's time to kill!
  Putin-Yuliana asked herself:
  - Well, how do you look like you saw something terrible in a dream?
  Biden-Maria noted:
  - Nothing special except for the royal throne.
  The red-haired warrior replied:
  - About this common vision.
  The blonde exclaimed:
  - With annihilation bombs!
  Putin-Yuliana chirped:
  - Good little thing, we can make such an animal. An annihilation bomb is a thousand times more powerful than a hydrogen bomb.
  - Another way to destroy humanity. Inventing a new weapon for an immoral person is like sawing the legs of a chair when a rope has swept over the neck! - Flashed aphorism Biden-Maria.
  The red-haired vixen growled:
  - Maybe! Such weapons are ineffective against the army, but they specifically destroy cities. My opinion: you need to create something that can destroy atomic and hydrogen charges!
  The blonde terminator replied:
  - We will definitely do it! I already have some ideas on how to protect myself from a nuclear attack.
  The red warrior nodded.
  "Maybe you can draw them later, make formulas?"
  - I will definitely do it! Biden Maria flashed her eyes. - I do not want a hydrogen bomb to fall on the capital in the future! American, Chinese, Pakistani, whatever. Our country needs a reliable anti-nuclear shield. And for this it is necessary to neutralize the nuclear component of the charge.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed:
  - You are more than ever right Biden-Maria. There is nothing to object!
  The blonde nodded in agreement.
  - And we will definitely achieve it.
  The red-haired warrior said:
  - Purely theoretically, there are such radiation, falling under which Uranus or Pluto will not be able to explode even if there is a critical mass. If this radiation is cleaned and installed on radars, then it will be possible to neutralize nuclear missiles. To build several such radars along the border with Russia, since the territory is large and it will be possible to cover, pierce the whole world with a field.
  The blonde exclaimed:
  - So we will develop them! A nuclear-free planet is a great achievement of science!
  The red-haired fighting babe grunted:
  - Look ahead an anomaly.
  Indeed, on the way it flickered again, shimmering with bubbles of air. The girls had to go around him. They moved around, carefully avoiding fallen trees. Along the way, everything was calm until they bumped into a rat bear with its paws spread.
  A four-meter beast, resembling a rearing elephant, moved towards the tank. Apparently he mistook him for a rival beast. Putin-Yuliana reached for the trigger:
  Now I will shoot him.
  Biden-Maria doubted:
  - What's the point! The meat is poisonous, the skin is bald!
  - No, like this bear, the skin is not bad. - objected Putin-Yuliana. We can cut and butcher it!
  The blonde hissed:
  - On a fur coat! Look at the ulcers he's in. Let me better try to drive him away with a word.
  The redhead asked, surprised:
  - What is it like?
  The blonde warrior nodded.
  - Yes, kindness! Weasel and tenderness, this is the main criterion for effectiveness and psychology. Do you remember how they put us in a cage with a tiger?
  - Then try it! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria leaned out of the tower, the rat-bear stood in front of her and moved its paws. A dull growl was heard. Almost half a meter long claws scraped against the armor.
  Biden-Maria, piercing her gaze into the rat bear, began to say affectionately:
  - You are gentle and sweet, and very good. My little bear, I'll send you pennies! I'll make a bed of their down for you, and then I'll turn it on...
  - Horror steep "porn"! - Putin-Yuliana interrupted her.
  Biden-Maria smiled, showing her teeth.
  - I will clean you and cover you with a feather bed, and wash your ears with warm soap. You are a hero, a very strong hero, all the enemies were raked by a grave slab!
  The bear fell silent: a melodious voice calmed the beast.
  - Now go to rest, you need to, I'll pick a basket of roots of juicy berries!
  The formidable beast with the jaws of a killer alligator began to retreat. He slowly turned around and walked towards the trees - a mixture of palms, firs, and oaks. Mutation has mixed nature.
  Biden-Maria followed him with her eyes, waved her hand.
  - My dear so far!
  Putin-Yuliana teased:
  - Such a big man. Do you think his dignity can satisfy a hot one like you.
  - Yes, quite especially if your mouth excites him! - For a second, Biden-Maria forgot that she was a Christian and uttered vulgarity.
  The red-haired girl remarked aggressively:
  - Oh, you're smart! Someday we will fight each other.
  The blonde terminator noted:
  - With pleasure though there will be an equal opponent.
  The girls-presidents fell silent and again moved in their car. "Leopard" had good driving performance, thanks to the presence of four tracks. Its rollers, located in a checkerboard pattern, gave a smooth ride. Moreover, unlike the more ancient Panther, they could self-clean without getting clogged in the swamp. However, the area was full of impassable swamps. Sometimes the earth could treacherously lead, suddenly, when a hard cover suddenly falls into the abyss.
  Here, the ultrasound installed on the tank helped a lot. He shone through the soil, reporting to the computer about the presence of depressions. Of course, the tank was also equipped with a modern thermal imager.
  Up to about a meter, he tracked weak sources of heat underground.
  - That's progress! - But you see, what strange worms. - Putin-Yuliana drew attention.
  The blonde terminator asked:
  - And how strange?
  The red-haired warrior willingly answered:
  - Usually, all living things radiate heat, but from them, on the contrary, it blows cold. About twenty-five degrees colder than the environment.
  Biden-Maria confidently answered:
  - Yes, this is a mystery, it was not the worst idea to catch such a worm and investigate. Breaking it into pieces!
  - There may be anti-radiation. A unique physical phenomenon, thanks to which it can and will be possible to curb the nuclear serpent. I have been dreaming for a long time to create something that could purify the contaminated lands and the body. - Putin-Yuliana read the verse.
  The world needs to be defended in Russia,
  Look with anxiety knight into the distance!
  Friendship will help us win
  Sadness will dispel!
  Biden-Maria confidently answered:
  - You seem to know how to compose Putin-Yulian!
  The red-haired girl answered:
  - I'm learning a little!
  It began to dawn, and each dawn in the zone is unique and unrepeatable. Here comes the first "sun", blue rays are reflected in the high layers of the atmosphere, breaking up into purple and lilac waves. Like a lot of sapphire stones, set in silver, scattered across the crystal sky. How it is a play of rays illuminating multi-colored from white to black foliage. As if the forest fills the surf, giving the radioactive jungle an even more magical look.
  A second "sun" appeared; its rays radiate agate and gold. A marvelous combination of colors, when yellow and blue merge together. Then new colors and shades appear, including a pure sparkling emerald. From light as a salad to dark as a marble shade.
  Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana froze and leaned out of the cab. Biden-Maria breathed out:
  - It's so wonderful, I've never seen anything like it, even in the movies. Something truly unique is going on here.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed.
  "Today we are seeing something that doesn"t happen every day. This is a unique phenomenon.
  Biden-Maria added:
  Don't forget to film this on video!
  - In our automatic machines there is a constant record. That's right, I say! - Putin-Yuliana turned to the "Destroyer". He squeaked:
  - Every word you say is true.
  The red-haired vixen broke off:
  - No need for fawning.
  A third "sun" appeared. It was bright red, the rays shimmered with rubies and rose petals. When this most expressive color merged with yellow, it turned out to be orange. There was a unique ornament, a marvelous palette of paint.
  Inspired by Biden-Maria, she said, in rhyming text, in a singsong voice as always:
  Blood flows from the sky in a crimson stream,
  The steps of the clouds, painted with the color of the sunset!
  Feelings faded, colors, noise, love,
  Armageddon: the reckoning is near!
  
  From the underworld he called to the Lord,
  Strive to the Holy Christ in prayer!
  After all, for me the Supreme ideal,
  I turn to him in a hot battle!
  
  No one is wiser than the holy Christ,
  He is the patron of the Spirit of his native Russia!
  I fight in the sky - on Earth,
  Give me power and strength: we asked God!
  
  A downed plane crashed into the gorge,
  My dream is torn to pieces, there is no life!
  I don't know what awaits us in the other world,
  And in this we faithfully serve the Fatherland!
  . CHAPTER #4
  Biden-Maria finished as always with pathos, her eyes sparkling:
  - That's how our Russian guys fight!
  Putin-Yuliana remarked:
  - This is more related to the Chechen war, and not to nature. It seems that Biden-Maria pulls you exclusively in a militaristic way. No, to compose something lyrical. Not so religious. And then you have martial poetry.
  The blonde terminator noted:
  - I do not know! Somehow, after so many corpses, it doesn"t pull on lyrics. I just want to fall on my knees and ask the Lord for forgiveness.
  Unexpectedly, the "destroyer" submachine gun gave the floor:
  - The forgiveness of God will not help in battle! Logic says that faith is an artificial segment - invented so that people are not afraid of death.
  Biden-Maria asked:
  - How are you?
  The weapon said:
  - Like what Freud said: human weakness is the mother of any religion, and cowardice is the father!
  - I don't remember this in Freud. In addition, our president also goes to church and prays. It turns out he does it out of weakness. - Biden-Maria's voice became menacing.
  The machine replied:
  - I am not authorized to comment on the actions and orders of the President. Because it's top management.
  Putin-Yuliana inserted:
  - Yes, the president does not believe priests. It just plays for the public, because there are many believers like you, an angelic soul! I'm already experienced enough to distinguish true religiosity from appearances.
  The blonde fighter remarked:
  - And you are a daring Putin-Yuliana. Are you afraid to get reprimanded?
  - For what? For the truth! Atheism is synonymous with freedom, Christianity is akin to the word chain! - The red-haired girl objected.
   Biden-Maria fell silent, why did she feel that she could not logically out-argue Putin-Yulian. On the other hand, religion itself requires the admission of the irrational. After all, really try to logically explain why, if there is a God, he will not reveal himself to people. Will caring parents hide their own existence from their unfortunate and lost children. Well, where is the logic that a loving father subjects his descendants to terrible torment, and at the same time hides.
  Biden-Maria is too smart not to see these contradictions. But, on the other hand, I want to love Christ, to feel his warm, tender right hand over my head, so as not to be lonely. Yes, and inner feelings tell her - God exists!
  In the meantime, the flourishing ended, the play of colors began to wane, the incomprehensible rainbow melted away. The tank continued to move towards the eastern capital of Tekin. Here it was necessary to bypass the city of New Cher and bypass the main roads.
  The path was quite long, so we had to stray. The zone itself is no longer thirty kilometers long, as it was at the very beginning, but has grown like a cancerous tumor, so that several miniature states have arisen in it. The tank moved almost silently, at least no louder than the steps of an elk. Biden-Maria thought: all the same, how accurate the Germans are, and how to foresee every little thing. It's no secret that the early models of the T-34 roared like a buffalo being cut alive. As, however, and the rest of the tanks. Only in the course of the war was something better created. Not entirely for nothing, for example, in the "Ambrams" the Americans copied the artillery unit from the Germans. Yes, and the optics are excellent, through the thermal imager you can see that someone was making marks.
  The girls through the headphones, as well as with their subtle hearing, heard the sound, as if a woman was screaming, and nearby men were grunting with pleasure.
  - Obviously someone is being raped! - Identified Putin-Yulian.
  Biden-Maria grunted:
  - What an abomination! We just have to help!
  The redhead giggled.
  - Like two supergirls?
  The blonde growled.
  - Well, not boys! Let's spin!
  The red devil doubted:
  - And women experience the strongest orgasms during rape!
  Biden-Maria pretended not to notice such faux pas:
  - Maybe we'd better get out of the tank. Let's go from both sides so that not a single villain leaves.
  - This business! - Supported Putin-Yulian. - If perishing beat, then in full force.
  The two girls left the car and trotted out.
  The bandit base was easy to see. Especially climbing to the top of the trunk, from the hilly side. It can be seen that the robbers equipped an abandoned vegetable warehouse under their lair.
  Two towers with machine guns and several dozen barrels. Most of the scum cuckooed on the street. Looks like the rascals were lucky, there were five women standing in front of them. One of them, very young, was raped by two chuchmeks at once. The gang, apparently, consisted of immigrants from Central Asia. Nearby, the operator filmed live porn on film. The girl squealed heart-rendingly, the bandits grinned, while some simply sang, lowering their pants. Ataman of bandits in an expensive suit said:
  Now read to the others! If you don't pay half a lemon for each head, we'll rape everyone!
  Biden-Maria did not begin to figure out what was happening, but immediately opened fire to kill. The only one she spared was the leader. He must pay double.
  Putin-Yuliana fired a burst at the towers. They replenished the supply of miracle cartridges by taking them on a submarine, and there was no desire to save money, after they were presented to the terrorists, there were no wonderful mega-stingers.
  The bullets pierced through the bulletproof vest, exploding inside, crushing the bones and lungs. Putin-Yuliana was aiming casually, knowing that she would hit anyway. True, four bandits located on another tower were struck exactly in the head.
  - That's how we resolved the dilemma with them.
  Seven freaks were killed on the towers, another thirty-five were shot in the street, and Biden-Maria sent a bullet to the leader right in the kneecap.
  You deserve such a punishment! - She said.
  He squealed from unbearable pain and cursed everyone. Inside the room, it seems, there were bandits. Three of them jumped out and were immediately mowed down. Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana hit them at the same time.
  - That's how they wanted to hit the road!
  - Let's run to the hostages! Suddenly they try to mow. - Putin-Yuliana jumped from a tree. Biden-Maria followed her. The girls were already running very fast, having received gifts in the zone, they began to race even faster. Naturally, the scouts thus distributed the artifacts so that they could use their power evenly.
  They jumped over the wire fence like crazy. There was no current, of course, but there would have been, the suits protected.
  Biden-Maria, like a devil, jumped up to the hostages. All five were still young, but there were four women in all. It's just that one guy in jeans was still a beardless young man, with long hair, and therefore he could be confused with a girl. By the way , it was he who was most frightened, even soaking his pants.
  Biden-Maria shook her head.
  - And also a man! You should be ashamed!
  He muttered something indistinctly in English.
  Putin-Yuliana, in turn, jumped into the warehouse, finishing off those who remained there. The girl threw several grenades from among those that she had taken from the bandits. And they have a rich arsenal: in addition to OG, thermobaric TBG, two anti-tank PG, VL, and tandem VR. She threw Putin-Yulian very deftly, with double and triple jumps. Grenades spun like a top, breaking boxes and throwing out crippled fighters. The girl deftly deviated from the shots, not quite trusting the artifacts. Having finished with the bandits in the upper part of the base, the scout attacked the militants hiding in the basement. Here she was already in the bastard to use the machine gun.
  The redhead girl was super and growled:
  - Shooting bandits is like hanging dogs on a silk rope, don't desecrate the bullet!
  After making several lunges with her feet, and spinning in the air, she collapsed on the nearest opponent. The "cultivator" move rammed two opponents, causing them to collapse.
  - Here we act with scumbags! - Said the girl.
  The cellar, however, was half empty. Another bandit knelt down and yelled in Azerbaijani.
  - Release me in the name of the saint. Well, if you want, I'll cross.
  Putin-Maria grunted:
  - Baptize!
  "Azerb." clumsily crossed himself.
  The red-haired warrior growled:
  - That's how you are already Orthodox.
  He pulled out:
  - Yes, that's right!
  The red devil wanted to mock:
  - Do you know that Orthodoxy does not approve of harems and in the next world, you will be sexless as an angel.
  - Really! - The Azerbaijani was surprised. - And why do Russians believe in Christ, if he does not promise a harem.
  The red-haired warrior nodded.
  - I think out of habit. But as for me, I am a convinced atheist! So something better than a harem and eternal service to God awaits me.
  The Muslim changeling was surprised:
  - What can an atheist expect?
  - The power of science! - Putin-Yuliana approached the Azerbaijani. - Do you want to live?
  He squeezed out:
  - Certainly!
  The red-haired warrior said:
  "Then the hostages will decide your fate.
  Biden-Maria did her best to calm the raped woman. She turned out to be an American and even proudly declared:
  - I don't feel any pain. Moreover, our profession is called the most ancient.
  The blonde was surprised
  - Are you a prostitute?
  She muttered:
  - Almost a journalist!
  Biden-Maria nodded in agreement:
  - It's good! And the rest?
  The woman blurted out:
  - Also journalists!
  As it turned out, the hairy guy is also an American, two English women and one German. The property that they had and the cameras were taken by the bandits.
  - That's it! - With a sigh, the journalist said.
  The blonde terminator asked:
  - Well, now you are free, where are you going?
  The woman readily replied:
  - In New Cher. They say there were big showdowns!
  The red-haired warrior willingly reported:
  - Yes, the largest! Real battles, with the use of artillery.
  The journalist replied:
  - Wow! We can't miss this!
  The warrior purred:
  - Now my partner will bring cameras, and we'll see if the bandits have wheels.
  All the journalists exclaimed in chorus:
  - We will be very grateful to you!
  Putin-Yuliana returned, proudly reporting:
  - Cleanup completed.
  The young man with long hair asked:
  - Are you from among the "Commandos"?
  The redhead smirked.
  - Why do you think so.
  The young reporter remarked:
  - I'm a Texan myself, and you have a typical American accent.
  - Quite possibly baby. - Putin-Yuliana patted the young man on the cheek. - But after all, such information should be hidden especially from journalists.
  The boy squealed:
  - I already understood! You are looking for the black sultan.
  Putin-Yuliana objected:
  - Why do you think so! He did not commit terrorist attacks against the United States.
  The young man logically remarked:
  He didn't, but he certainly will. Like Bin Laden, first he fought with the Russians, then he took on us.
  The red-haired vixen snorted contemptuously:
  - Well, we already strangled him! Let's deal with the black sultan. In the meantime, we'll inspect the property. And what to do with these two!
  Putin-Yuliana pointed to a prisoner with a twisted arm and a wounded leader.
  - Hang them up! - Journalists said in unison. - Arrange a lynching.
  Biden-Maria approved:
  - You can hang, but the noose is too merciful for them. Especially for the leader.
  - That's right, he ordered her to be raped. - The German woman said in English.
  Putin-Yuliana stated emphatically:
  - An Azerbaijani in a noose, and we will hang the leader by a hook. We already wanted to bait one pedophile, but managed to hit the road. Rather, he was handed over to legal justice.
  - Don't judge them! They will get ten years, they will come out in five, and then they will begin to act outrageously again. - Said the American. In general, in the USA, attitudes towards bandits are too liberal.
  - There is nothing to argue! - Agreed Putin-Yuliana. "For some reason, you can"t torture terrorists, although when I fought in Afghanistan, I saw how they cut out leather belts from the backs of our prisoners of war. This is possible, but we cannot!
  - This is democracy and human rights! - Said the young man. - We must set an example to the world how to act in a civilized manner. If the United States does not respect other countries, then what will remain for the rest. I personally propose to tie up the bandits and bring them to court in the United States.
  - Where they will shed tears in front of the old ladies of the jury. - Evil said Putin-Yuliana. - No, I do not agree with this arrangement.
  Biden-Maria confirmed:
  - Usually the American courts are too lenient.
  The young man turned away.
  - Do as you please.
  The Azerbaijani was executed first. He stubbornly resisted, so that he had to cripple a little.
  - Let's do without soap! - Strictly said Putin-Yuliana.
  - Or maybe we'll give from our stocks? - Offered kind Biden-Maria.
  The redhead growled.
  - Not! It will be too fat!
   Putin-Yuliana herself took on the role of the executioner and, throwing a noose, deliberately began to slowly lift the bandit up. He was panting, quickly turning blue like a nose in the cold.
  - It's my favorite color! - mockingly said girl.
  - It serves him right!
  The ringleader, seeing the unenviable fate of his partner, began to ask.
  - You don't have to hang me.
  The redhead confidently answered:
  - We will not hang you, but on a hook.
  The offender whined:
  - All the more, why such barbarity. In addition, I am a thief in law, they will avenge me.
  And what will they do to us? We killed sixty-five of your gang in one minute. Let others come, there will be more corpses. - The eyes of Putin-Yuliana lit up with an unkind twinkle.
  Biden-Maria suggested:
  - Can pull out his tongue, since he still dares to threaten us.
  The authority was immediately "blown away":
  - Well no! You misunderstood me! I didn't mean to scare you at all.
  The redhead took it and pouted:
  - What did you want?
  The leader whined:
  - Offer! I have money and swag!
  The redhead frowned:
  - Where?
  Authority about gurgling:
  - In a hiding place! Are you interested in this!
  Putin-Yuliana frowned:
  - What are the stones "Armor"?
  The leader whined:
  - I had such, so I blew them into cards. Other pebbles were sold, a rather large gang eats a lot and almost half are my relatives.
  The red-haired vixen agreed:
  - You have Asians is a weakness!
  The authority eloquently said:
  - But I have a big price artifact! I will never sell it!
  Biden-Maria was interested in:
  - Speak more clearly!
  The leader hissed:
  - It deflects zone anomalies. With him, you will not be afraid of any natural trap, except for those that are rigged by people.
  Putin-Yuliana also showed interest:
  - Sounds tempting.
  The bandit gurgled:
  - So don't you researchers like this come in handy. Not to mention that it also protects against radiation.
  Biden-Maria approached authority.
  - Tell me, where is the stone?
  The leader asked with a sigh:
  "And you swear to save my life."
  The blonde insisted:
  - And you swear that the stone is real.
  The authority raised its hand:
  - Yes, I am an Uzbek and I am ready to swear by the name of Allah.
  Putin-Yuliana strained:
  - It increases your chances, but I can not give guarantees. In addition, the quality of your artifact needs to be tested experimentally.
  The leader hissed:
  - I agree to everything! So tell you where he is and the main money, about ten million greens of my gang.
  - Let's go together. - Putin-Yuliana poked the godfather in the side.
  He whined:
  - I'll show you, but first bandage my wound.
  Biden-Maria agreed:
  "Even those sentenced to death are not denied medical care.
  Like a real nurse, the girl injected the bandit with an anesthetic, washed the wound, and pulled out the fragments, then fastened the broken bone.
  - Now you can walk after two months. - She said confidently.
  The leader nodded.
  - Thank you! Now you need to go for the haza.
  The three of them carried the girls, godfather in their arms, they went around the thieves' lair. They walked about half a kilometer. It was already easier here, there was a small mound sprinkled with earth. Only now the grass around him was as if scorched, and it smelled of ozone.
  Biden-Maria stopped:
  - There is a strong radioactive radiation!
  - You are wrong! - Said the leader of the gang. - This hill is absolutely safe. And there are treasures waiting for you!
  - He's lying! - Said Biden-Maria. - I feel strong radiation.
  - Yes, me too! - Confidently confirmed Biden-Yuliana. - Usually in the zone two or three times more than the norm, but here all limits are exceeded - total death.
  Pahan muttered:
  - So I'm going with you!
  The red-haired vixen growled:
  "You're going to the grave, you sly one!"
  The Uzbek turned gray and tried to rush, but Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana clung to him tightly.
  - You want to run away! Well, where is your miracle stone?
  The leader roared:
  Kill me, you'll never know!
  Biden-Maria chuckled.
  - I think I know where he is! What fools we are. They didn't even search him!
  Putin-Yuliana agreed:
  - Correctly! Since he is not afraid of radiation, it means that the stone is on him.
  The girls, although disdainful, quickly felt the sluggishly resisting authority. They found several packs of dollars and Euros on him. In addition, two cell phones and a walkie-talkie. And a pebble was sewn into the underground belt. Not big, a little bigger than a pigeon's egg, but warm to the touch and changing colors.
  Biden-Maria brought it to the area of radiation, the smell of ozone became weaker.
  - It really protects from radiation. Here the godfather did not lie.
  - Therefore, he wears it, does not want to weaken, then the harem will not be needed. - Pinned Putin-Yulian.
  The blonde was pleased
  - Well! We got what we needed!
  - And money! - Asked the godfather.
  The red-haired warrior declared decisively:
  - We will find the hiding places with the help of the scanner. It's not a global problem. And a hook is waiting for you.
  The ringleader tried to fight back, but he got the edge of his hand in the nose, from which he immediately broke. The girls ran and dragged him into the yard and jerked him on a hook, hanging him above the ground. The inhuman scream turned into a wheeze. The journalists agreed. And only an American teenager objected, like a true liberal:
  - Remember the commandments of Christ: do to others as you want them to do to you!
  Biden-Maria felt ashamed:
  No, that's too much too. - Jumping up, the girl hit the godfather in the temple. He finally calmed down, you could even hear the buzzing of flies.
  - Excellent you very mercy! - Putin-Yuliana grimaced. - And the fact that he even wanted to drive us into deadly radiation does not count!
  Whoever forgives will be forgiven, whoever condemns will be condemned! Who allows hatred to settle in his heart, to poison himself and his loved ones! He who sows love and mercy will reap success and happiness! - Biden-Maria said with pathos.
  - Wise words from the mouth of a bastard, that a fountain from the garbage! - Cursed aphorism Putin-Julian.
  The blonde nodded approvingly.
  - Well, even you understand it!
  The young man asked:
  - And you have no other business Rangers.
  The red-haired warrior confirmed:
  - Of course have! Full of things!
  The boy asked:
  - Then maybe give us back our car, and we'll go further!
  - Where is she? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  The young man readily replied:
  - In the underground garage.
  The blonde terminator doubted:
  - Well, well, what if you get caught?
  - And we'll take a machine gun. - Said the young man.
  The redhead chuckled.
  - Aren't you going to describe yourself again?
  The teenager was confused.
  - I'll try to control myself!
  - Okay, this time we'll believe you! Biden-Maria stuck out her tongue. At the same time, we will check the caches within five minutes.
  Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana rushed into the house. In five minutes, the girls did not meet, but after seven they became richer by one and a half million dollars and five hundred and forty thousand Euros and two pebbles "plus", a dozen "kulesh", apparently the last bandits did not manage to sell.
  In the meantime, the journalists drove the car out, collected the cameras and were already trying to remove the PKM heavy machine gun.
  - Let us help you, otherwise you will be transported until the second coming. Maria Biden said.
  - Before that, a false prophet and the Antichrist must come to power. - Said the young man.
  - What is your name by the way? Biden-Maria asked.
  The boy blurted out:
  - Tim Thaler!
  The blonde frowned.
  - Nickname?
  The young man was even offended:
  - No, first and last name!
  The blonde warrior readily replied:
  - It reminds one literary hero. From the movie "Sold Laughter".
  The boy confirmed:
  - Maybe! After all, the dollar comes from the word thaler.
  Biden-Maria noted:
  - One well-known prophetess predicted that by the end of world history there will be one superpower on the planet, the USA, and this is the false prophet.
  Tim Talek tossed his head.
  - So they happened! But doesn't America want to spread Christian values to the whole world?
  The blonde replied with a sigh.
  - In your interpretation! The Bible does not teach violence or saber-rattling. And we rattle and kill!
  - The boss does not wear his sword for nothing! Tim objected. - In general, even from Abraham, God demanded to be ready to kill his own son. So murder is the most diverse and strange kind of sin, sometimes even sins are written off for it!
  The women poked him in the side.
  - All right, boy, shut up! And you help us take down the machine gun! And let's not be indebted to each other.
  The girls helped to remove the bandura. Now the five armed, but looked comical.
  - Some of you know how to handle a machine gun. - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  - We had experience in Israel! - Said the Englishwoman.
  - And at our house there was only a smaller one. Tim even winked at Biden-Mary. - In America, they learn to shoot before they walk.
  The boy growled:
  - I know! And now, as they say: come on from the screw!
  The car with journalists drove off smoothly, and the girls stood for some time, seeing them off with their eyes.
  - You know! Maria Biden said. - To save five Western journalists, we killed sixty-seven bandits.
  Putin-Yuliana licked her lips:
  - So it's good!
  The blonde terminator noted:
  - But they are almost all citizens of the former USSR. So it turns out, we practically kill our own.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - And among the Americans, there are few people with Russian roots. Indeed, we are all related to each other to some extent. Let's better sum it up. We have become richer by three useful artifacts.
  The blonde warrior confirmed:
  - Fact!
  Putin-Yuliana confirmed:
  - And plus to it decent money! It's not bad either.
  Biden-Maria confirmed:
  - By itself!
  "Now, shall we proceed with the task?" - Putin-Yuliana narrowed her eyes.
  The blonde terminator asked:
  - Do we have another way out?
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - Look for, for example, the black sultan themselves!
  Biden-Maria doubted:
  - Where in the radioactive north! Walk hundreds of square kilometers in anomalies.
  The Red Devil suggested:
  - You can catch this woman that moves, and interrogate her!
  The blonde was careful.
  - And if she slips away at the last moment. Or worse, destroy us. We don't even know its power.
  The red-haired warrior cooed:
  - And what cannot be paralyzed, for example, with a needle.
  Biden-Maria shrugged.
  - Will a religious fanatic inject himself? This is also a question!
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - OK! So far, at least, we have benefited Russia more than the Black Sultan. Weakened its competitors.
  The blonde strongly suggested:
  - So let's get into the tank, let's go!
  The female presidents ran up to the Leopard. A dozen shabby rat-dogs were spinning around him, but, having fallen under the blows of the sharpest daggers, they, having lost half of their comrades, fled.
  Once in the tank itself, the girls relaxed, stretched their legs. Biden-Maria dreamily said:
  - Now, a hot bath. Or better yet, take a dip in the pool.
  - Not in the Indian Ocean! - In general, Russia is washed by the Atlantic, Arctic, and Pacific Oceans, but the warmest Indian Ocean is not among them. - Noticed Putin-Yuliana
  The blonde terminator agreed:
  - Yes, our ancestors, even the Grand Duke Oleg and Svyatoslav, went to Tsargrad and further south. Ivan the Terrible and Peter the Great planned campaigns against Iran and India. Fought for the Crimea with Turkey. Everything was, passed in a bloodbath. It is a pity that we have lost Central Asia, and the Crimea.
  The red-haired warrior pouted:
  - Temporarily! We are ready for a new strike! The main thing for men like us is to learn how to do it! Then a new nation will arise!
  The speed of the tank increased slightly when they passed the swamp and got out onto the highway. We drove at a fast pace, ready to hear the movement of the car to turn to the side. Finally, the girls drove up to what looked like an abandoned checkpoint.
  There was a sign and an inscription in hieroglyphs: to Tekin, thirty-five kilometers.
  In addition, there were a large number of eaten skeletons lying around.
  - Everything is clear to me! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - The creatures of the zone attacked the checkpoint, and the guards could not fight back.
  Biden-Maria agreed:
  - I see, not a comic tragedy unfolded. This is how people die.
  The red-haired warrior asked uncertainly:
  "We don"t have long left, shall we take the highway or turn off?"
  The blonde remarked logically:
  - There will be enough fuel in the tank for a long time, it was filled to capacity, and the engine is very economical.
  The red-colored she-devil said:
  - Then we'd better go. I can already hear someone moving.
  The girls turned off the paved road. They tried to drive fast and carefully.
  Anomalies again began to silver all around. Some are not large, while others, on the contrary, are almost a kilometer away. There were also creatures. In particular, one of the rat-rabbits was as big as a hippopotamus, with six paws, each like a ladle.
  Putin-Yulina gave a burst to the monster, and after laying it down, she ran up with a quick movement, cutting off her paw.
  - Come on, that's bullshit! Biden-Maria called out to her.
  The red-haired warrior objected:
  - Don't tell me! The rabbit's foot brings good luck.
  One in the cockpit, this semblance of a dinosaur limb stank so badly that Biden-Maria had to be thrown away.
  The blonde remarked sarcastically:
  - I didn"t know that you were Putin-Yuliana, the garbage heap attracts you so much.
  The redhead said calmly:
  - You do not understand what power lives in human signs.
  Biden-Maria squeaked:
  - So this is from the field of childhood!
  The fighting she-devil of the red suit objected:
  - Not! This is the effect on the hypernoosphere. On which depends, including luck.
  - OK! Success sometimes smells bad, achievement carries a corpse, but happiness cannot stink! - Said Biden-Maria.
  Putin-Yuliana giggled:
  - Well, maybe I just wanted to fool around. In general, I feel that soon the number of anomalies will noticeably thicken.
  Intuition did not deceive Putin-Yuliana. Indeed, the air ahead was bent more and more often. Even lambs ran across the sky. The trees were becoming more pretentious. Here is one thing that looks like a pineapple that has grown into the ground. Another plant is like foil. Some trees are transparent or pink like stalactites. But a couple of peony buds ran on thin legs.
   Biden-Maria pointed her finger at them:
  - Look straight like bundles.
  Putin-Yuliana logically noted:
  - There may be artifacts. They are most often found in the wonder zone. And here is a clear compaction of anomalies.
  Some creatures slipped through infected places without any problems. Others bypassed the anomalies. When the altered space moved, the branches of the trees moved, and the leaves either twisted or untwisted.
  - An interesting effect phenomenon. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde terminator said:
  - There are even cooler ones!
  Indeed, after driving a little, the girls-presidents saw pine-palm trees lined up in a row. They became like rubber, apparently the anomaly changed their physical nature. The trees sometimes unbent, then bent, not long ago even trunks were twisted with a corkscrew. But after half a minute they stretched out into a string, and even began to ring, like a gigantic guitar.
  The red devil said:
  - That's how Biden-Maria is for the audience and musicians.
  Several long ones crawled: thirty meters of worms. They looked at the car, and apparently decided that they could not penetrate the shell. Anomalies became thicker, the tank was forced to maneuver, come back, go around. Biden-Maria suggested:
  - Maybe we'd better get out! This is much more logical than crawling through a "minefield"!
  - In war, logic is a relative concept - like chocolate, I didn"t have time to admire the tiles as they are already in my mouth! - Once again, Putin-Julian quipped.
  The blonde remarked sarcastically:
  - I prefer press tiles, they are more reliable!
  To bypass another anomaly, the girls had to send the tank along a narrow corridor. They were forced to lose speed, the clay became like plasticine and clung too much.
  - Maybe, on the contrary, we will turn on full speed! It will be easier to break away! Biden-Maria suggested.
  - And what might work! - Putin-Yuliana pressed, slightly holding the button on the joystick, even her finger turned red.
  The girls were forced to send the tank from side to side, along a curved road. Then suddenly the air stopped overflowing, but rather acquired a milky white hue. It was like pouring tooth powder into the water. The excited anomaly moved, trying to extend its blunt tentacles towards the girls. Biden-Maria was turning the car, suddenly a cobblestone fell under the tracks. He landed between the rinks, but was thrown back.
  - Almost broke a wheel! - I noticed Putin-Yuliana. Then, as if in time with her words, a ball jumped out, it twisted, as if it were rubber, and flopped down on the armor with all its might. Reflected from her, then stuck. Then a whole flock of balls poked out of the quagmire. They tried to attack the tank. Putin-Yuliana fired a machine gun. But then the unforeseen happened, the balls, having fallen under fire, did not die, but passing bullets like jelly continued to rush to the car. The girl even whistled.
  - Blimey! What a kind of life!
  - Maybe swamp jellyfish! - Although, these are most likely rippers, such creatures that you can"t take them with a bullet! Maria Biden said.
  Putin-Yuliana said:
  - I've heard of them. Well, okay, if a bullet doesn"t take it, it will take a crack.
  The blonde commented:
  - You can fire them!
  Red confirmed:
  - I know myself, we even have some fuel!
  - Miniature flamethrowers, high power with an electric pulse. Maria Biden said. - You can use them!
  Putin-Yuliana took such a flamethrower, similar to a pistol with a wide muzzle. She got out of the hatch, and almost immediately opened fire on the formed growth. A variety of creatures wildly, squealing, bounced off, a live fire broke out, and dozens of lit balls scattered in different directions. Some of them exploded on the fly, others vibrated the zone. Having bounced off the ignited balls, they fell into an anomaly, where they transformed into huge insects, birds, animals, and then, in a flash like hundreds of photo blitzes, they disappeared.
  The rubber attack soon ended. Ashes fell. Putin-Yuliana mumbled displeasedly:
  - When the carbide burns, it's even more pleasant!
  Biden-Maria replied:
  - Do not take to heart. Well, what do we stink, the main thing is that there is no gas attack.
  Putin-Yuliana only chuckled at this:
  - Here it is quite real! They can use such poisons - you will stagger and crash your nose into the swamp!
  The blonde confirmed:
  - What is not the worst option!
  The tank had to climb a rather steep hill, anomalous zones prevented it from going around. Fortunately, the Leopard passed the test with honor. His mighty motor allowed him to take the slope. As they descended, something so strongly almost threw them into an anomaly, almost overturning the tank.
  - Be careful Biden-Maria. - Putin-Yuliana said with condemnation.
  - It's a foreign land! Not at all like ours! - The blonde girl answered. - In addition, there are local earthquakes in the zone with a radius of a kilometer or even less, which is unique for our planet.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - Right! Although, perhaps this is caused by the passage of gigantic mutant worms.
  The bright angel girl confirmed:
  - At the expense of the latter, it is quite possible!
  - And how much more do we have left to play like this? - Putin-Yuliana said with annoyance.
  The blonde commented:
  - I think twenty kilometers!
  The tank began to gain speed again, the passage in the anomaly widened. And the air freshened up, huge bubbles appeared. It became easier for the girls, even the number of creatures seemed to have decreased.
  Biden-Maria asked Putin-Yuliana:
  - What is our actual plan?
  Red suggested:
  - We will change our appearance, introducing ourselves as Vietnamese and try to find out more.
  The blonde hesitated.
  - And why exactly the Vietnamese, and not the Chinese.
  Putin-Yuliana logically stated:
  - The Vietnamese are excellent warriors, they once defeated the United States and are often hired as mercenaries.
  Biden-Maria disagreed:
  - The Chinese are not badly trained either! In addition, we could arrive under a female disguise.
  The red devil asked:
  - Do you want Biden-Maria to become a prostitute?
  The blonde replied with a sigh.
  - Not! But being a man is so tiring, besides, the voice becomes rougher if you speak in a baritone or bass all the time.
  The red warrior objected:
  - We will not get rough!
  The light warrior remarked:
  - In addition, the Vietnamese will probably be robbed at checkpoints.
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - But the latter is very likely, but I have an idea about this.
  The blonde was surprised
  - Which Putin-Yuliana?
  The red-haired warrior said:
  - I'll tell you later! Let it be a surprise.
  The blonde muttered:
  - Here you are, how secretive! Not a woman, but a harpy!
  Putin-Yuliana stated emphatically:
  - First of all, I'm a scout. In addition, you are Biden-Maria unpredictable, so if there is no other way out, will you give innocence to a stranger?
  The Light Warrior said:
  - If only it will be in the interests of the Motherland.
  The red-haired girl sighed.
  Well, that's better than nothing at all.
  The conversation was interrupted, already on a completely level place and solid ground, a strong crack was heard. The earth shook like a ten-magnitude earthquake.
  - What it is? - Putin-Yuliana cursed.
  Looks like an attack! - Biden-Maria tried to deploy the tower.
  Then a terrible blow followed, the soil cracked and a gigantic streamlined muzzle burst out of the ground.
  She looked like a mixture of a gigantic boar with fangs and a sperm whale, while being covered with a thick shell. Wild monster - terrible and disgusting. It quickly popped out. It looks like it was an armored worm. But it is so large, the thickness is a good eighteen meters in diameter, and it is difficult to see the length at all, since it was hidden underground. Up he climbed about a hundred and fifty meters. Biden-Maria reacted instantly, turning the tower and sending a projectile in the face:
  - Get a huge abomination!
  Putin-Yuliana supported her:
  - So be it a monster!
  Armor-piercing feather gift pierced the carapace, and must have seriously injured the beast. He roared so terribly that the tank's instruments trembled, then even began to flicker.
  - It emits ultrasound! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - Dangerous creature! - Biden-Maria repeated the shot, hit again, but then the creature rammed from the tank with incredible speed. The car shook, it rolled over several times in the air. The girls even bumped their heads, one on the hatch, the other on the tower. Putin-Yuliana cursed:
  - Damn it!
  Biden-Maria quickly whispered:
  - It is not in our position to commemorate the unclean.
  The girls could no longer use the cannon, but fired a volley of machine guns. The monster furiously continued the attack, hooking them up again and a sixty-five ton car flew into the anomaly.
  - Blimey! - I only managed to mutter Putin-Yuliana.
  - We are in the heart of the zone! - Biden-Maria felt red-hot daggers pierce into her flesh from head to toe. Putin-Yuliana felt no better, the word body fell into a meat grinder. Even when high voltage currents were passed through the girls' nerve endings, testing their pain threshold, they did not experience such suffering.
  The tank itself began to flatten, as if the armor had turned to wax. The walls quickly spread, sagging like candles. The elastic muscular bodies of the girls also melted like ice cream. Biden-Maria whispered into the radio in desperation:
  - Bulat seems to have died in an anomaly.
  The radio clicked, and the voice seemed to drill into the skull.
  - Repeat what happened to you!
  - We are dying in the anomaly dunce! - Shouted Putin-Yuliana. - If it is not clear!
  The blonde whispered:
  How do you lose hope?
  Biden-Maria's arm fell off, then both legs. With the last of her strength, the girl whispered:
  I bring my life to the fatherland,
  Not demanding a reward for the sacrifice!
  Dear Russia, I love you
  At the moment of death, all my aspirations are for you!
  The space whirled furiously, the matter of the spirit, the armor of the tank and the flesh of the girls blurred, collapsing on the ground like confetti, and then it disappeared. The last thought of Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana was: -What's next!
  Death is like a good magician - enigmatic, frightening, mysterious and does not reveal its secrets!
  . CHAPTER #5
  Lieutenant General Tikhomirov. He "Bulat" reported to the director of the FSB:
  - We have bad news! Our two best agents, Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana, have fallen into an anomaly.
  The head of the secret police blurted out:
  - And they died!
  The lieutenant general confirmed:
  - More likely! Trapped zones usually perished or very rarely became crippled. But such cases are extremely unique. In general, the zone is worse than Afghanistan, Chechnya and Iraq combined. Thousands of people are dying there!
  The director of the FSB muttered:
  - And, nevertheless, flock like conquistadors to the Indians. Get in touch with them!
  The general said with annoyance
  - I've tried ten times already!
  The head of the secret police insisted:
  - This does not mean anything, maybe the walkie-talkies are out of order.
  Tikhomirov confidently stated:
  - No, your excellency! Radios are duplicated, special unique technologies resistant to radiation and other radiation.
  The director of the FSB remarked:
  - But you yourself know what laws are in the zone. Besides, our scientists often miss some trifle. It happens for a week, they work, and then they get drunk and seven nannies a child without an eye. They spoil a barrel of honey with a fly in the ointment.
  The general, nervously fiddling with his hands, replied:
  - Well, it happens! And sometimes the troops act chaotically. Although the army needs combat experience. In general, the girls had no military practice before, they are too green.
  The head of the secret police said sharply:
  - They were taught everything! They can accurately hit three hundred and fifty meters with a two-kilogram and a half OG grenade, knocking out a machine-gun cell. And how much will an ordinary commando throw her?
  Tikhomirov answered with a sigh:
  - Meters twenty, thirty!
  The director of the FSB raised his index finger up:
  - Yes, it will miss! And the girls hit like five or seven ordinary ones. And the speed! You know what hopes the President pins on them.
  The general was surprised.
  So does the President know?
  The head of the secret police bellowed:
  - Yes! We showed him the videos of the exercises, he was delighted. Now he will be angry!
  - Alas! But they won't put you in jail, but you and I earned a pension. Tikhomirov sighed. - It is visible it is necessary to be retrained in private protection.
  The director of the FSB said threateningly:
  - How to say, a criminal case can be initiated!
  The lieutenant general said boldly:
  - And that this is not the first failure. One general surrendered Grozny and three years later went on promotion and became plenipotentiary. Another Pithecanthropus general signed the capitulation in Chechnya and became a governor and almost climbed into the presidency. Not to mention the fact that the defeat in the first Chechen war and the failure with Basaev and Raduev did not put anyone in prison. - Tikhomirov was a cousin of the director of the FSB and spoke frankly. - So for failure without malicious intent, I will lose only my troublesome positions.
  The head of the secret police softened his tone a little.
  - Maybe! The President is not Stalin, too soft, often forgives! Well, do not announce their death yet, report a temporary loss of communication. Maybe you'll get lucky and there will be supergirls. I personally worry that if the black sultan kills the current president, then his successor may turn out to be even tougher. Then he can deal with us.
  The Lieutenant General said:
  - Opposition: nationalists and communists will not come to power anyway. They don't have strong enough leaders. However, this is not our problem. Perhaps soon we will have to carry out a large-scale operation to clear the zone. Huge forces will be involved.
  The director of the FSB blurted out:
  - The operation is being prepared!
  Tikhomirov aggressively added:
  - It's been quite a while! Even before the bombing of government buildings. There are too many of our interests there.
  The head of the secret police said confidently:
  - So that's great! Let's destroy the black sultan without mutant girls, otherwise these new people scare me. After all, such improved bioenergy can destroy all traditional humanity.
  The lieutenant general exclaimed:
  - Maybe! But if a person does not change, then extinction awaits him. In particular, the brain does not have time to process the ever-increasing flows of information. Not to mention the fragility of the body, subject to many diseases.
  The director of the FSB grumbled:
  - Probably, what weapon will we use against the enemy.
  Tikhomirov aggressively noted:
  - Well, AK-103, and even AK-104, it's already yesterday. And in general, the design of the Kalashnikov has exhausted itself. Here we have more powerful models with electromagnetic overclocking. We are deploying the special forces elite. So now we will have weapons according to tomorrow's word of technology.
  The head of the secret police said:
  - It is interesting! And the terrorists have nothing to answer?
  The Lieutenant General said:
  - Not! SVD-SU have no analogues, aiming at seven kilometers, polyamide plastic, folding butt. Computer sights.
  The director of the FSB blurted out:
  - This is good!
  Tikhomirov said energetically:
  - There is also AGS-50. Compared to him, the famous "thirty" collective farm. Terrible power. The Chinese, by the way, have already mastered the AGS-30, and are developing something of their own. We have to get ahead of them, spending money during the crisis.
  The head of the secret police said with concern:
  - Yes, huge funds are spent on all these new systems. And if you have to storm Pripyat?
  The lieutenant general replied:
  - For this, there are special robots equipped with GM-198, eight-charged pump-action grenade launchers - for the war in years. Their predecessor GM-94 is also not bad, it was developed during the second Chechen war, but it cannot be compared. Grenade in GM-94, 43 millimeters, and GM-198, 46 millimeters. The difference seems to be small, but the lethal force is three times greater. There are also thermobaric projectiles, with an explosion radius of twelve meters, solid destruction. GM-94 had only three! And most importantly, twenty meters from the epicenter, you won"t get a scratch.
  The director of the FSB blurted out:
  - Fine!
  Tikhomirov replied:
  - Especially for urban warfare. The best developments, including walking robots so beloved by science fiction writers.
  The head of the secret police frowned.
  - From the budget of the FSB.
  The general muttered:
  - Why do you think so?
  The director of the FSB asked:
  - Defense Department?
  Tikhomirov shook his head.
  - Don't you know?
  The head of the secret police said:
  - Not! It's a big secret how such developments are financed. You don't understand this yourself.
  The lieutenant general murmured:
  Maybe I shouldn't know?
  The director of the FSB said coldly:
  - That's exactly what I wanted to say! Well, goodbye Tikhomirov will report good news.
  The lieutenant general looked up from his cell phone and muttered:
  Looks like my career is over. But what stupid bitches they are, they got into an anomaly, they managed to find it! As Napoleon said: the excess of the mind is tantamount to its lack.
  Tikhomirov again made a request on the air. He still hoped for a miracle. Although the resignation of the FSB general is not a punishment. Well, he will head some private security structure, he will receive twenty times more and no headaches. Is that only a racket will run over.
  Sometimes it happens! It is even strange that the militia or the police, overfed with money, did not put an end to the mafia. As if it is impossible to cut off at least the most odious part of organized crime. Well, it's petty. Now the Americans how they will respond to Russia. After all, the hand of Moscow is too transparent here. By and large, the Americans could cause the biggest trouble by leaving Afghanistan as well. Then the flow of drugs from this country would increase. After all, the main income of the Taliban is nonsense. And Russian troops in Tajikistan would be in constant danger. Sooner or later, a war with the Taliban would break out. Protracted, with no chance of a close victory.
  But this is unlikely. After all, it turns out that the Americans lost this war. National pride does not allow retreat. And so they do not start a nuclear war. Although in principle a limited war is possible. The US is clearly stronger at sea and in the air, but will be able to win on land. True, there are still NATO countries, but they are fat and lazy. They do not want to spend money on the war and even on maintaining the combat capability of their forces. For example, what a weak Georgian army. She was even beaten by the Abkhaz militia. A poor country cannot spend money on armaments. Or Germany, rich Germans produce ten tanks a year. Democracy is destroying the West; it has made these powers defenseless both against the expansion of Islam and against the military threat. Or take rampant crime, the judicial system in Europe is rotten.
  Acquittals follow one after another. True, those who attempted on Chubais were also acquitted in Russia. But this case was bogus. If it were true, these guys didn't miss. And he would help them. In general, there are many odious personalities in power. It is high time to bring a dictator to power, but who? At one time, Tikhomirov really liked the son of a lawyer: tough, aggressive, it"s immediately obvious that heads will roll when he comes to power. But then disappointment, too fickle. Even in relation to the United States, it either obscenities, or vice versa, offers an alliance. There were other candidates, mustachioed generals, but they swam away. Now the lieutenant general had lost interest in politics and was simply doing his duty. And then two girls out of this world, became his main task. How many billions have been invested in them! And not a failure.
  Tikhomirov shouted, waving his fist:
  - No, I'll find them!
  The General again dialed the mobile phone to once again enjoy the silence of the ether. He shook the phone for a long time. I tried a duplicate, one, two, but it was all to no avail.
  In desperation, Tikhomirov said:
  - Yah you! Perhaps posthumously you will still be given a hero of Russia.
  And outside the window snow was falling and frosts were getting stronger!
  And somewhere it was warm and cozy.
  When Putin-Yuliana and Biden-Maria woke up. Their sensations were as if the unfortunate girl's bones had passed through the millstones. Biden-Maria even groaned:
  "It must be the same feeling experienced by sinners in hell.
  Putin-Yuliana objected:
  - No, modern hell is technotron! It tortures with the use of nanotechnology. I will even specifically develop combat impulses that enhance the effects on the nerve endings. Then the fire and the breaking of bones will seem like baby talk. After all, you can repeatedly exceed this with the help of new technologies.
  Biden-Maria tweeted:
  - I'm not interested! Torturing, torturing, is possible only by obtaining information, but it is by no means worth savoring.
  Red-haired vixen about gurgling:
  - You may be right, but in any case, the art of torture can become synonymous with survival.
  The blonde terminator exclaimed:
  "Let's get out of this place as soon as possible!" If the anomaly is all around us, it will strike with an asp sting.
  The fiery-haired girl squeaked:
  - Let's see through the computer review.
  Putin-Yuliana checked the instruments. They were, oddly enough, correct. That's just a special review was given.
  There were no trees around, only a few scorched stumps, and the rest, as if after a strong fire. In places, even the soil turned to glass. The territory generally looked scary and did not look like a zone.
  Biden-Maria whistled:
  - That's how the anomaly changed everything.
  Putin-Yuliana replied:
  - Maybe! - The girl-president got up. - It seems that there is some kind of structure ahead.
  The meter beeped alarmingly. Looks like there was a lot of radiation. Biden-Maria looked at the instrument readings:
  - Wow, there's a thousand from the normal background. This is serious! Didn't it take us an hour to the northern part of the zone?
  Putin-Yuliana confirmed:
  - Quite possible! Maybe even to the blackest sultan. That would be great!
  The blonde terminator asked:
  - Aren't you interested in the zone of miracles?
  The red-haired vixen answered confidently:
  - This is probably the most interesting place on Earth. But we'll be back there. Our body recovers from radiation much faster than ordinary people. So they can't take advantage of it. We are like guinea pigs in a giant laboratory.
  Biden-Maria issued:
  - Rather tigresses!
  The red devil squeaked:
  - Still small!
  The girls giggled, making silver sounds. Putin-Yuliana remarked:
  - In the distance, something like ruins. Let's go to them.
  The tank moved, it moved, light, as if not feeling the weight. Layered armor, especially depleted uranium, provided excellent protection against radioactive radiation. As we moved towards the center, the radiation background rose.
  There really was a semblance of a city in front of him. Only it lay not even in ruins, but consisted of the remains of ruins. Here and there on the street lay skeletons, or terribly burnt corpses. There weren't even any insects, in a ghost town. Molten, smoking soil in places, wounds on the ground, cracks with magma boiling inside.
  And, finally, solid molten soil, which, as you move along it, becomes more and more soft. Even the caterpillars of the tank begin to bog down, sinking into a kind of jelly. Have to increase the power of the motor. At this point, they nearly fell off, finding themselves in front of a huge funnel. Putin-Yuliana whistled:
  - Yes, it was a hydrogen bomb that fell here. Look at the hole that's been knocked out. Here fifty stadiums "Dynamo" fit.
  - Yes, the diameter is as much as two kilometers. That's about ten megatons. Who dropped the bomb. Maria Biden said.
  The red-haired warrior shrugged.
  - But who! It's pointless to bomb the zone.
  The blonde agreed.
  - Yes, this is not a zone. Look at the sky! An ordinary sun like on Earth.
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - The zone is on Earth. The sun is alone above it, only the light aberration creates the effect of dissolution. Somewhere in the stratosphere hung a large anomaly.
  - There is such a theory. In any case, only vague outlines are visible through satellites instead of cities and jungles. - Biden-Maria mysteriously lowered her voice - And sometimes they saw deserts, and even filmed mysterious megacities. One of them in particular resembled the real New York, the other Moscow.
  The red-haired warrior blurted out:
  - What theories were put forward!
  The blonde commented:
  - Various! We talked about the effect of mirages and northern lights.
  The fiery warrior hissed:
  - Quite possible! Already Biden Maria, how hot it is at the epicenter, because a thermonuclear explosion has a temperature of millions of degrees.
  The blond warrior muttered:
  - The soil hasn't cooled down yet.
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - It might be better, we'll leave before the devices are out of order.
  The blonde terminator agreed:
  - We will not risk the tank.
  The girls stepped back. Indeed, the inside of the cabin was heated, and the temperature was approaching one hundred and fifty degrees. It's good that solid German technology was adapted to the fire.
  The tank moved slowly. It seemed to the couple that the overloaded motor was sneezing and was about to stop. But the female presidents turned on the cooling system, and the car accelerated a little. They were driving away from the edge, but then another danger lay in wait for them. The caterpillars got stuck in the magma, and soon got completely stuck in the chilled soil. The tank was unable to move, and the powerful engine threatened to break the clutch.
  - Well, we got into trouble Biden-Maria! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde terminator said harshly:
  - Scouts are not flies to get into trouble! Let's go outside and crack the magma. Moreover, thrifty Germans have a box of tools.
  The female presidents got out, it literally stank outside, filling their nostrils with ozone, by the way, in high concentrations of poisonous gas. The scouts even had to wear anti-chemical protection.
  - In such heat and in a gas mask! A soldier in a gas mask is like an elephant in diapers, and you can"t argue badly! - Said Biden-Maria.
  Putin-Yuliana grunted angrily:
  - Let's break!
  The girls worked quickly, swift blows split the basalt coating, freeing the caterpillars. The only thing is that it's hot, and the eyes of the gas mask are cloudy.
  - Damn it! The FSB provided for everything, except for the double ventilation of the gas mask! Maria Biden said.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed this time:
  - This is a puncture of specialists! In general, Soviet and Russian inventors have a weakness, they do not think about a person. Here, for example, NATO tanks are much more comfortable than ours.
  - Undoubtedly, but ours, but cheaper! In general, a soldier should not relax, but get used to harsh conditions. Biden-Maria finished releasing the tracks and jumped back into the Leopard. - In general, why the USSR, despite the huge losses in territory and population, produced more tanks than Germany, along with all of Europe. After all, Hitler had more resources.
  The red-haired warrior replied:
  - Understand! Therefore, they saved on various trifles. In the 1970s, the USSR had five times as many tanks as the United States. Moreover, the newest T-72 tank had no analogues. A more rational distribution of resources allowed this to be achieved by a more patient, unpretentious soldier.
  The blonde terminator agreed:
  - Here we are, we must be unpretentious and be content with little.
  The tank went easily on a harder surface. True, the speed was low, the engine was spared, avoiding overload. Cracks moved, those that were wider had to be bypassed. The wind blew, dust rose, reddish, burning. The ruins began to grow out of the ground again, charred corpses appeared. The landscape around was changing in an increasingly terrifying direction, sterile death was replaced by mass.
  The red-haired warrior sarcastically asked:
  - What can you say about this Biden-Maria.
  The blonde terminator replied:
  - Apocalypse. But this is not a zone. Even the city of Pripyat is not that big.
  Putin-Yuliana asked:
  - And what are the ideas!
  Biden-Maria speculated:
  - Most likely, we were somehow transferred to another planet in some incomprehensible way.
  The nature of the anomalies has not been studied. It is possible they are capable of teleportation. It may also be a door to other worlds.
  The red-haired warrior remarked with interest:
  - An interesting assumption. Are you talking about another planet?
  The blonde terminator replied:
  - Yes, why not!
  Putin-Yuliana shook her head.
  - But the gravity here is like on Earth, and the Sun is practically the same.
  Biden-Maria asked:
  - What do you want to say?
  The red-haired warrior confidently said:
  - This is the Earth!
  The blonde shook her head.
  - Our planet, fortunately, did not know the use of a hydrogen bomb against cities.
  Putin-Yuliana suggested:
  "Perhaps this is another time, for example, a terrible future. Or, conversely, a parallel world.
  Biden-Maria doubted:
  - You're talking parallel, with a slightly different story.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - Why not!
  The blonde said in a soft voice.
  - In general, this happened in fantasy. It is even surprising that in the context of the zone no one thought of this before. After all, the anomaly is an ideal portal for moving. Like a miniature black hole.
  Putin-Yuliana cooed:
  - Yes, there is such a theory: holes among us! Perhaps when people disappear, they fall into such a hole and find themselves in another world. What adventures await them, the most incredible.
  Biden-Maria confirmed:
  - And us, it seems, too!
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - The world where the nuclear catastrophe happened is sad.
  The blonde terminator noted:
  - Maybe! Post-nuclear state of society.
  Putin-Yuliana rolled her eyes:
  - Nightmare existence. Incidentally, calculations were made of what would happen to the planet in the event of a nuclear war.
  Biden-Maria very aggressively noted:
  - Horrors of course! Atomic cyclones, radiation from which the remnants of humanity die.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - And nuclear winter!
  The blonde terminator said:
  - Quite possible!
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - As for the latter, I doubt it, on the contrary, the climate can become warmer. And this is serious!
  Biden-Maria grunted aggressively:
  - There can be different assumptions about this. The same dust and water vapor can lead to the greenhouse effect.
  The red-haired warrior said:
  - Like on Venus! Maybe on this once flourishing planet, a nuclear war rumbled?
  The blonde warrior confirmed:
  - Anything is possible! We have not yet studied it well enough, and traces of civilization disappear quickly.
  Putin-Yuliana took and noted:
  - Nuclear wars could be on the three planets Venus, Mars, Phaethon. It is possible that spaceships of other races could also fight. Not to mention the legendary Hyperborean civilization.
  Biden-Maria aggressively noted:
  - I don't know about that! Scientists are such inventors. It was said that there were already five or six super-civilizations on earth, and ours is the last and far from the strongest.
  The red-haired warrior nodded.
  - And for some reason I believe!
  The blonde warrior remarked:
  - And no evidence of Putin-Yulian! Not to mention it's contrary to the Bible! And no science could refute this book.
  The red devil exclaimed:
  - You know Biden-Maria! Believe me, without requiring proof - the crown propaganda move of any religion - deadly in its simplicity as a cobblestone! But I do not believe that the higher mind would not have taken care of a specific divine revelation. Would you hide from your own and manage them with the help of conflicting pieces of paper! In addition to the parallel world, it is also not in the Bible, but for us it specifically exists!
  As you move away from the epicenter, the radiation gradually weakened. The city also grew up, ruins appeared, some of them quite large, ten or more stories high. But it was clear that even this large metropolis was ending. Here one of the buildings was almost intact, only it was badly burned, and the windows were broken. Their tank drove up to him.
  There were corpses lying around, including several children's. Biden-Maria got out of the tank and examined the almost whole face of one of the remains.
  The girl happily exclaimed:
  - It's people! Just like us!
  The red-haired warrior cooed:
  - Theoretically, races similar to us can exist on other worlds. Scientists have proven that the type of intelligent primates can be very common in the universe.
  The blonde terminator exclaimed:
  - Too many coincidences. Yes, and in the zone, look at how nature differs from the earth. And here, for example, oak. Exactly like ours.
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - It is possible that ours are like two mirrors placed opposite each other. One gives a reflection of the other, then in turn reflects the third and fourth. And so almost to infinity, only the number of distortions and changes is growing.
  Biden-Maria exclaimed:
  - So maybe our world is far from being the main one, but the same reflection? What's on the bill? Thousandth, millionth?
  - Everything is possible! Maybe they are universes created by a fan, or like a deck of cards, or a whole endless harmonica. - Putin-Yuliana, sitting in the tank, added gas.
  The blonde terminator noted, baring her teeth:
  - We need to get away from here. Perhaps not the whole world is infected, and we will find living people. Let's serve them.
  - Look Biden-Maria, what I found in my pocket! - The girl-president showed a semblance of a passport. - It is written in two languages at once.
  The fair-haired warrior read aloud:
  - Citizen of the Free Russian Empire, German Ruhr province. Wow, I didn't expect Germany to become part of Russia.
  The red-haired warrior replied enthusiastically:
  - It's a different world! But it seems that our country gets the most. Interestingly, there was a war.
  The blonde noticed
  - Look at the wrecked cars. They look like modern, most of all "Mercedes".
  Cars, or rather their cemetery, completed the sad picture. There were more of them on the outskirts than in the center. They were dead people. A lot of empty industrial buildings, pipes bent and knocked into an accordion. But in the distance stood a tank knocked down by an explosive wave on its side. Its turret was iron-sharp in front, it looked very much like the IS-3, or rather the later model IS-10. The latter was distinguished by a longer-barreled gun and the location of the turret in the middle of the hull, which improved the driving performance of the vehicle. Now Biden-Maria could see everything very clearly.
  The blonde commented:
  - Here the tank is still fresh, so our people have just left it.
  The red-haired warrior drew attention:
  - No active armor! It appeared on our tanks only in the sixties. Let's see what's inside.
  The girls-presidents climbed into the tank, but continued to talk:
  - You know Putin-Yulian, if this world is not so highly developed, then we may have a chance and the number of nuclear weapons has not reached a critical point.
  The red-haired vixen agreed:
  - It is obvious that the atomic strike was carried out recently, since even the funnel has not cooled down.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Most likely it is!
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - We have excellent chances to meet people, our compatriots.
  The blonde warrior remarked:
  - How can we go back!
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - Perhaps, Biden-Maria, we will not grow old. In a thousand years, maybe even sooner, we'll figure out a way to go back. Maybe even at the same time! - Confidently declared Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - You're an optimist!
  Inside the tank, everything was simple, instruments and controls at the level of the fifties. The night vision device is the simplest - the first generation, there are no computers, the hydraulic stabilizer is rather primitive. The crew is five people and they are quite cramped in the cockpit, maybe that's why they picked up the smallest ones. Three are inside, the rest got out. Apparently, they were killed by radiation. The girls picked up their passports and documents. It was interesting to learn about the inhabitants of the parallel world.
  Biden-Maria offered to dig a grave for them:
  - These are valiant soldiers and deserve to be humanly buried.
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - Agree! But if this world is not dead, then they will do it without us and with honors. After all, we don't have the authority to play the role of undertaker.
  The documents indicated that four were conscripts, and the fifth lieutenant was a nobleman Simonov.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - Oh, nobleman! Yes, it seems that class privileges have not been done away with.
  The blonde terminator noted:
  - Probably, Lenin did not come to power in this world, and the course of history was completely different.
  The fiery devil remarked:
  - Is this good or bad!
  - Probably good! Maria Biden said. - Look, our Orthodox octagonal cross is painted on the tank. And not a star, which is a symbol of Satan!
  - The star is a symbol of the sky and the desire for the light of knowledge! - objected Putin-Yuliana. - And Satanists use many symbols. In particular, the fascist swastika is a runic symbol - a sign of the solstice among the Slavs, and it was even painted on icons. In general, it is stupidity to ban the swastika on the grounds that it was used by the Nazis, then the hammer and sickle should be banned! After all, the communists all over the world shed blood no less, and maybe even more than the Nazis.
  Biden-Maria logically noted:
  - You can not evaluate everything unambiguously! Take Stalin, for example. On the one hand, the leader is cruel, and on the other hand, he restored the Orthodox Church in Russia. Not to mention the fact that Russia has achieved fantastic power under him.
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - Under Hitler, Germany captured the whole of Europe, and only severe frosts prevented the Germans from taking Moscow. But for some reason the Germans do not appreciate it.
  The blonde terminator noted:
  Hitler is a loser. He lost shamefully, largely due to his personal mistakes. And thank God.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - It says here that they are soldiers of the 8th Panzer Division named after St. Nicholas. So in this world, Nikolashka is canonized as a saint.
  - I don't like Nicholas II either, but such is the will of the Orthodox Church. No matter how much you argue with me Putin-Yulina, I will not retreat from Orthodoxy. - Biden-Maria crossed herself three times. And I won't be an atheist.
  The red-haired warrior resolutely remarked:
  - Didn't the presence of a parallel universe convince you of anything?
  The blonde spoke confidently.
  - Not! Rather, on the contrary, it is a demonstration of the infinite power of the Creator.
  The red devil pointed out aggressively:
  - Who creates worlds full of evil and violence. Like the Father, slashing children, but at the same time letting them go, not giving upbringing, food and education. To think about the essence that creates worlds, while not fighting evil.
  The blonde warrior remarked:
  - What makes you think that God does not fight evil?
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - Because in this case, he would have won long ago, and there was no evil! After all, the Almighty has Infinite power and intelligence! And in general, if God is an infinite number of times smarter than the devil, then why does he admit that the majority of humanity follows Satan?
  The blonde warrior readily replied:
  - From the fact that there was freedom of choice.
  The Red Devil rationally remarked:
  - And you would allow your children to be taken to the underworld by a bloody maniac like Chikatilo, realizing freedom of choice.
  Biden-Maria flinched. Indeed, for a loving Father, God allows the devil and demons too much and does not protect people. Not to mention that Satan is his creation. How difficult it is to explain. Well, in fact, why spare Cain, and then, when evil has spread, arrange a worldwide flood. And most importantly, why the appearance of angels did not become an ordinary phenomenon, for the sake of their own good, the existence of heaven and hell is not open to people. Evil is not rebuffed - good is not encouraged.
  Putin-Yuliana added:
  - The best way to weaken evil is to reward good. A person differs from an animal in that he is able to do good disinterestedly - even to the detriment of himself!
  Biden-Maria aggressively stated:
  - Maybe this is the main proof of the existence of God. Evolution does not teach unselfishness - only the Lord teaches this! In every honest and noble person, a grain of God is proof of his essence!
  The red-haired warrior cooed:
  What an interesting argument! But I prefer another theory.
  The blonde stamped her bare foot and asked:
  - What is its essence?
  Putin-Yuliana also took off her boots, moving her bare toes, and said:
  - That there is eternal matter and eternal hypernoosphere. The existence of infinite matter must be taken as an axiom. And for the fact that the law of entropy decrease did not destroy any orderliness over time and did not lead to thermal death: there is a powerful superhyperfield. It collects in itself everything reasonable: thoughts, emotions, feelings. Consisting of billions of mini and macro dimensions, both large-scale and fractional, it is an accumulator of the energy of creation. There was evolution, super-civilizations were created.
  - And where did they go? Biden-Maria asked skeptically. - Dissolved in a vacuum?
  The red-haired warrior enthusiastically replied:
  - Not! They just learned to create their own universes and left our imperfect world. In those universes that are created by other individuals, the whole creation is happy!
  The blonde warrior declared with a smile:
  - It's original! You think that Hypercivilization has managed to achieve what turned out to be beyond the power of God.
  Putin-Yuliana enthusiastically declared:
  - Why not! I have already said that this man created in the Lord God in his own image and likeness! The Jews transferred in their own way the idea of an almighty and just ruler, and Islam is just an attempt to revise the Bible from the standpoint of a simple Arab. Atheism, on the other hand, claims that matter is primary, and it created hyperintelligence, which became above the material world and is able to change it itself. - Putin-Yuliana threw back her head. - I believe that man is destined for the highest mission to invent new laws of nature, achieve immortality, and realize the highest dream.
  Biden-Maria said with delight:
  - It's like in "The Temptation of God." You Putin-Yuliana should read science fiction less. In addition, it is not clear why the hypernoosphere did not make life happy either on our own or on a foreign Earth?
  The red-haired warrior answered with some doubt in her voice:
  - But because she is not aware of herself as a person! Because of this, the mechanism of directed evolution was launched. At first glance, he is cruel, but in the end, all people will be resurrected and gain happiness, wisdom, power! So everything will end in peace and prosperity!
  The blonde warrior replied:
  - And he is a black sultan, which will also become immortal and powerful.
  The red devil answered with delight:
  - By this time, his character will change. There was a black sultan, and there will be a white prince!
  - Excellent and no hell! - Biden-Maria wanted to come up with a counterargument against such atheistic Manilovism, but then she noticed that someone was running towards them.
  - Look, Putin-Yuliana is our guest.
  The redhead replied with a smile.
  - This is a man and there is something terribly familiar in him.
  The blonde whispered:
  - Reminiscent of a ghost.
  Indeed, it was already possible to see the face of the person running up. This is a young man, you could even say a young man. His face even seemed refreshed, but Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana recognized him.
  - Yes, this is Denis Polevoy. It's strange that they didn't kill him!
  - Or maybe it's his counterpart from another universe! Biden-Maria suggested.
  The man ran up to them and pounded his armor with his fist.
  - Open, please! - It was pure Russian. The voice was similar to the old zombie, but seemed more resonant. Putin-Yuliana opened:
  - Come on handsome.
  He looked inside and was confused:
  - You at least tell me what is happening here, there are only corpses and destruction around.
  The girls answered in chorus:
  That's exactly what we wanted you to say.
  The former zombie muttered in confusion:
  - I don't know how to explain it! Not long ago I was a living corpse and did not give an account of my actions. Now something has changed, I have become a man again and I remember everything perfectly!
  The red devil asked:
  -Yes, and what do you remember?
  Denis replied:
  - As the American destroyer stormed. It was great, I had two super warriors with me - real ninjas. Then, as in a fairy tale, they killed four hundred. I, in general, did not succeed much, mostly they did the work. But on the other hand, they hit me twenty times!
  - And you're still alive? - She pretended to be surprised by Putin-Yuliana.
  Field muttered:
  - Not! I died! They even sent me to the morgue. They cut it up, examined it, were surprised, and I ended up in the laboratory. During the transillumination, they discovered that I was not quite a person, completely different functions. Then, during the transportation, something happened to their refrigerator, I came to my senses opened the door and rushed to run. Rushed, not remembering himself or where, was going to go. He just moved his feet fast.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - It's fun!
  The former zombie continued:
  - Certainly! But I didn't think so! In general, I was seized by a semblance of animal fear. I ran, not feeling my feet under me, where I myself did not know. It was already light, the weather was...
  Probably cooler than now. And for the first time I caught that I feel cold and pain from wounds and cuts. But despair prevented me from stopping. In short, I fell into an anomaly where my physical parameters changed. When I woke up here, in this place outside the zone, the wounds disappeared, even the pierced overalls were restored, although this is contrary to the laws of nature!
  - Agree! Biden-Maria answered. - It's absolutely incredible. The body, perhaps, can still instantly regenerate, but not living clothes.
  The zombie growled.
  - Certainly! But this place reminded me a lot of hell. Let not the way the artists draw it, but nevertheless unpleasant.
  The blonde smiled and said:
  - And what can be good in hell.
  Polevoy pointed out aggressively:
  - I do not know! But you are Russian soldiers, however, on some strange and flat tank.
  - This is "Leopard" - 5. - Biden-Maria said.
  The zombie was surprised.
  - German?
  The blonde blurted out:
  - German!
  Polevoi was surprised:
  Why are we already at war with the Germans?
  Putin-Yuliana remarked:
  - Not in our world, but if there were two world wars with Germany, then why not be the third?
  The former zombie replied:
  - Sounds logical! By the way, I didn"t introduce myself, which in itself is not polite. When I ran like a zombie, they just called me "Killer".
  The red-haired devil squeaked:
  - Cool nickname!
  The commando replied:
  - And my real name is Denis Polevoy. What's your name by the way.
  - My name is Putin-Yuliana. - Answered the Girl-President.
  - Why did you tell him that? Biden-Maria asked. - Is it worth it to give us a secret identity.
  The redhead shook her head.
  - This is your officer! He's not a zombie anymore!
  The blonde muttered:
  "And if he gets enchanted again?"
  The redhead stated decisively:
  - In this case, we just kill the black sultan.
  Biden-Maria shook her head.
  Denis Polevoy was surprised:
  - You are a woman?
  The red-haired warrior replied:
  - And what?
  Denis noted:
  - Just among the tankers, as a rule, there were no women. There were, for example, pilots, but usually forces are needed in tanks.
  Putin-Yuliana roared:
  - This is because the turret of the T-34 tank used to rotate manually. Okay, let's talk about something else. Where is the lair of the black sultan?
  The officer shook his head.
  - And what is the name of your second partner?
  The blonde muttered:
  - Biden Maria! Simply Maria!
  Denis nodded in agreement.
  - So you are not local, but also from my time.
  - Why do you think so? - I tried to fool Putin-Yulian.
  The former zombie readily replied:
  - Yes, because the black sultan is a monster, a monster and the banner of the faithful.
  The red-haired warrior declared decisively:
  - That's right, and he blew up the prime minister and the entire government!
  Denis said in confusion:
  - In this case, I'm amazed. Heard about it, that's an abomination. He must be caught and neutralized!
  Putin-Yuliana said with a smile of a cobra:
  - Do you know where the lair of the black sultan is?
  The former zombie spread his hands in confusion.
  - Unfortunately, there is no exact information! I personally saw him only once, and he was wearing a mask. The terrorists' main base is somewhere in the ghost town of Pripyat. There, however, the level of radiation is lethal. A normal person will die in agony in a couple of hours, or even in an hour.
  The redhead asked in surprise:
  - And you?
  Denis logically remarked:
  - So I'm a zombie, I don't care about radiation! How can she kill the likeness of a mummy!
  The blonde chuckled.
  - Sounds logical.
  The former zombie shrugged.
  - So I don't know how the black sultan lives in the infernal city. Most likely, he has some kind of protection. Even when I met him, I immediately moved underground.
  The red harpy remarked:
  - Wow, he looks like a lot of power!
  The young man said excitedly:
  - Not small! I am especially surprised by the woman nicknamed "ghost". She has the ability to instantly move to different points. She is not affected by bullets, radiation, high temperatures and she is able to become invisible.
  The blonde smiled and said:
  - This is getting interesting!
  Denis lowered his voice and said:
  - True, I heard that there are clean places in the city of Pripyat and its environs, but I don"t know where!
  Putin-Yuliana shook her head.
  - It's impossible to know everything. But what impression did the black sultan make on you. He was big or small.
  The former zombie lowered his voice and said:
  - About a meter and eighty tall, rather dense, but not fat. Judging by the voice of years, he is about forty and is Caucasian.
  The red-haired warrior frowned.
  - Chechen?
  Denis answered uncertainly:
  - I can't say for sure.
  The blonde asked harshly:
  - There is a beard!
  The former zombie lowered his voice and replied:
  - He has not just a mask, a cape, but it seems like a beard sticks out.
  Biden-Maria remarked:
  - That doesn't mean anything! The beard could also be glued on. In general, finding a black sultan is quite difficult, but if you find out his personality.
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - The Americans were looking for Bin Laden too clumsily. Knowing the personality and habits, it is not so difficult to calculate the refuge on computers. Ours, too, have been fiddling with Basayev for too long. All terrorists are people, this is their weakness!
  - On the contrary, Putin-Yuliana! Man is the most unpredictable animal - the instinct is stereotyped, and the mind is original! - Said Biden-Maria. - Maybe, in this way, the terrorists were calculated, and they behaved contrary to logic. If you can say about the Americans - bad. You can"t say the same about the FSB, however, our special services have been catching Basayev for eleven years. They hunted for a long time, until the terrorist was handed over for money by his entourage.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - Americans are not stupid. They have no less experience in special operations than Russia, perhaps even more. After all, the United States climbs into all holes, around the world.
  The blonde warrior chimed in:
  - I know! Well, okay, we almost did not find out useful information about the black sultan.
  The Red Devil summed up:
  At least it's clear that he's a man.
  The blonde remarked sarcastically:
  - And you doubted! A woman will never be allowed to lead the faithful Mujahideen.
  - Looking at you, I understand why! - Putin-Yuliana could not resist the joke.
  - Pot calls the kettle black! Biden-Maria whispered in her ear. - After all, it was you who betrayed to an outsider that we are girls.
  - Sorry! I just needed to speak up. - Putin-Yuliana sighed. - Despite the adult body purely psychologically, she felt like a child prodigy.
  Undoubtedly, smart, but sometimes doing childish things.
  Biden Maria said:
  - Go! It's time to get in touch with people.
  The tank moved quickly.
  - And what kind of legend will we come up with? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde spoke:
  - Let's tell it like it is.
  The redhead remarked logically:
  - And we are waiting for a prison or a psychiatric hospital.
  Biden-Maria logically noted:
  But we do have proof. The same tank, the latest weapons, computers. We're not goofballs!
  Putin-Yuliana agreed with this:
  - Generally something is true! It is difficult to explain where our weapons come from in a normal way.
  The blonde suggested:
  - So it's better to tell our parallel ancestors the truth.
  Denis Polevoy suggested:
  - And what if we are told that we are messengers from the future. Our main goal is to help the ancestors in the war. Then such an honor awaits us.
  Biden-Maria countered:
  - And then they will ask where the rest of the troops are and why the help sent is so small! In addition, to create a time machine, you need a higher technological level than ours.
  Putin-Yuliana showed doubt:
  - How to say? Didn't they read Wales. There he had what was the technological level, and they created a time machine.
  Putin-Yuliana unexpectedly agreed with Biden-Maria:
  - Do not create new problems with lies. We have enough old ones. Let's tell the truth, take the oath, and we will fight! In general, if Russia conquers the whole world, I may believe that there is a God.
  The blonde wisely remarked:
  - And expresses itself in Orthodoxy!
  The red-haired warrior objected with a soft color:
  - In modernized Orthodoxy. Without unnecessary pacifism - in general, the phrase of Christ: they hit you on the right cheek, put the left one, should be removed from the teachings.
  Biden-Maria countered:
  You can't take away the words of God. What Christ said is the highest revelation.
  - It's like in that joke. - Putin-Yuliana chuckled. - The man read the first sentence: Judas hanged himself. Then the second: And you do the same! Then the third: let your family follow you!
  The blonde said:
  - A stupid example of Putin-Yulian.
  - Checkpoint ahead! - Denis interrupted the discussion, girls.
  - And it seems there are people! In special protective suits.
  - The radio works! Biden-Maria noted. - You need to send them a message.
  Putin-Yuliana went on the air, speaking in direct, uncoded text.
  - Officers of the Russian army! Putin-Yuliana Yastreb, Biden-Maria Krechet and Denis Polevoy, ask to receive them!
  . CHAPTER #6
  The answer followed:
  We don't know people like you! You have a tank of an unfamiliar design. Name your part.
  Denis replied:
  - Senior Lieutenant Field. Department "Sobor" special forces under the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
  The blonde raised her hand.
  - Biden-Maria Krechet. Lieutenant, I'm joining the super special forces. The division has no name.
  The red-haired warrior confirmed:
  - Putin-Yuliana Yastreb. Lieutenant and partner of Biden-Maria. I enter the superspecial forces without a name. However, we have unique organisms, and therefore there are too few of us to be included in a separate special unit.
  The question followed:
  - Where did you get the tank from?
  The red devil calmly replied:
  - This we can only tell your superiors. What we want to tell is too important.
  Cold followed.
  - Well, well, we will disarm you.
  The tank drove up to the checkpoint. Soldiers in gas masks and chemical protection were stationed around. They surrounded the tank, marveling at its unusual shape. Tried ironing the armor.
  - Get your hands on the armor! - They commanded those inside in Russian.
  The girls jumped out, Denis got out after them.
  They took away their weapons and began to search. However, they were tactful, when the excessively hot sergeant tried to feel Biden-Maria's chest, she squeezed his hand with her fingers - tongs.
  The blonde yelled:
  - Where do you go!
  The man croaked:
  - Oh, fire-baba. Such a fighting woman, to stop a galloping horse, will enter a burning hut.
  The sergeant tried to hit Biden-Maria, but she turned him off with a careless touch.
  After that, the girl was not touched.
  The fighters were interested in the Destroyer-1 submachine gun. Suddenly, the weapon spoke.
  - We are glad to welcome you soldiers. Just prove that you are ours and belong to the Russian army. Otherwise we won't let you shoot us!
  - Wow, they're talking! It's not witchcraft here. - Asked the soldier.
  - Not! New computer technologies. Computer - Answered Biden-Maria.
  The soldier was surprised:
  - So Littel.
  Why would he need to be big? The bullet is small, but it brings down a large elephant - a man is small, but extinguishes huge stars! - Said the blonde girl.
  The Colonel remarked:
  - You are very strange guys. You need to be sent to the secret police. Let them figure out where you came from.
  - But they won't torture me, otherwise I'm ticklish! - Denis asked half-jokingly.
  The officer replied with a sly smile:
  - Not! It's just that a man in a white coat, in good Russian, will ask questions very politely.
  The red-haired warrior warned:
  - Be careful with our weapons. The machine gun can shoot at a speed of one and a half thousand rounds per minute.
  The Colonel growled:
  - Wow, is he more powerful than a machine gun?
  The blonde said:
  - No, perfect development. The caliber is small, but it pierces through the armor of the armored personnel carrier.
  The officer muttered:
  - You're not lying, what is the caliber?
  The redhead blurted out:
  - 3.15 millimeters.
  The Colonel was surprised.
  - It's a lady's size.
  The warriors exclaimed in chorus:
  - We can show you!
  The officer replied:
  - No need! In general, the girls surprise me that you were entrusted with such an unusual technique.
  Putin-Yuliana hissed:
  Why don't women fight in Russia?
  The Colonel readily replied:
  - During the war with Germany, a women's regiment operated. It was formed by Marshal Zhukov himself.
  Biden-Maria asked in surprise:
  - Zhukov! And what year is it from the birth of Christ?
  The officer frowned.
  Are you stupid or pretending to be.
  The redhead responded aggressively:
  - No, we'll explain it to the secret police later.
  The Colonel remarked sincerely:
  - I confess, too, it seems that you fell from the sky. Well, 1952 is the second year of the birth of Christ. Third of July, good summertime. Tenth day after the KSA attacked us.
  The red-haired girl asked again:
  - Ksha?
  The Colonel readily replied:
  - Communist States of America. Do you not know this either?
  Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana looked around, making stupid faces:
  - Well no! Communist America is savagery.
  - Communism is generally a monstrous system. - The colonel agreed.
  Putin-Yuliana replied with malice:
  - Communism is related to the ideas of Christianity - an abundance of shed blood and a complete lack of realism!
  The soldiers, indignant, began to cross themselves. From their ranks came a man in a protective suit, but with a large cross around his neck and a protruding beard.
  He boomed:
  "Come to your senses, my daughter, and repent. Believe in Jesus Christ.
  - I can not believe in something that is contrary to reason and common sense. - Putin-Yuliana desperately waved her hands.
  Biden-Maria, on the contrary, bowed her knees:
  - Bless me, father, for I, a sinner, killed people.
  The priest asked:
  - In the war you killed my child?
  The girl answered with a sigh:
  - Yes, terrorists, bandits, Americans.
  The father answered with delight:
  - So this is not a sin, but a feat! You have nothing to repent. To kill an enemy for the glory of Holy Russia is not a crime, but a duty.
  Biden-Maria asked in surprise:
  - What about the gospel? The principle of love your enemy, the new covenant!
  The father replied:
  - Do you know my daughter that Christ was compared with King David the great warrior who shed streams of blood. And Samson, by no means a righteous man, was canonized because he destroyed the temple of the Philistines, killing more than three thousand people. And among them were not only warriors, but also women and children.
  Putin-Yuliana said angrily:
  - I know! That's exactly why I don't believe in the Bible. Too controversial book, where they love enemies and kill children at the same time.
  The father bowed slightly.
  "At my leisure, I will explain to you why this happened. In general, Russia is an Orthodox country, if you do not believe, you will never rise above the captain. And you won't find a good husband either.
  The red-haired warrior shook her head.
  - Why, and freedom of conscience! And in general, who rules you, probably Stalin?
  At these words, the ranks of the soldiers stirred, and the priest crossed himself three times:
  - Do not remember this mustachioed devil in vain!
  The soldiers raised their machine guns, aiming at Putin-Yuliana.
  The colonel said with admiration:
  Yes, they definitely fell from the sky. They don't even know who Stalin is.
  Biden-Maria, modestly lowering her eyes, replied:
  - Actually, I know! I just can't imagine what he could become in your world.
  The priest looked at her with sympathy, his voice was pleasant and soft:
  - It's the Antichrist! Like the devil! Fraudulently, he seized power in America, turning a predominantly Protestant, but Christian country into a stronghold of communism and atheism.
  - Stalin seized power in the United States. Incredible! Biden-Maria's eyes widened.
  - And the freedom-loving Americans allowed that they were ruled by a dictatorship? - Putin-Yuliana was no less surprised.
  The Orthodox priest said in a deep voice:
  - During the Great Depression, the Communist Party led by Stalin gained great strength, and he managed to convince some of the oligarchs and the military to carry out a military coup.
  Iosif Vissarionovich was as cunning as Satan. He promised those who would support him mountains of gold, and then he shot and ordered those who helped him come to power to be dissolved in acid. America has been ruled by a totalitarian regime for twenty years, and millions of people live in concentration camps. And for all the key posts appointed by African Americans and Asians, Stalin trusts them the most. - Father explained.
  The red-haired warrior clarified:
  - Stalin Georgians?
  The priest confirmed:
  - Yes, a Georgian and a former seminarian!
  The blonde warrior asked:
  - How did he get to the USA?
  The Orthodox priest began to speak:
  In 1915, he joined the expedition of James Smith, got tired of freezing in exile, crossed Siberia under false documents and ended up in Alaska. After that, he contacted the local communists and, thanks to his great abilities, cunning and audacity, led. The Great Depression gave the Bolsheviks a chance. In our country, too, in the thirties, Lenin's successor Trotsky tried to revolt, but he was quickly pacified. In addition, the country was so tired of the Bolsheviks that no one wanted to go back.
  The red devil asked in surprise:
  - Did the Bolsheviks come to power in your country too?
  The priest readily confirmed:
  - Certainly! After the February Revolution, chaos ensued, the troops were defeated on the German front, and the authority of the provisional government was falling. Under these conditions, Lenin and Trotsky, relying on financial assistance from Germany, carried out a military coup. The ministers of the provisional government were arrested, Kerensky fled. The result was a civil war. As Lenin said: let's turn the imperialist war into a civil one. That is, not to fight the Germans, but brother against brother.
  - Horror! Maria Biden said. - In general, the ideas of communism are good only in theory, but terrible things happen in practice.
  - For twelve centuries, the Inquisition destroyed no less people! - Inserted Putin-Yuliana.
  The father sighed.
  - The Catholics were involved in lawlessness! In addition, heresy must be fought! After all, he who seduces these little ones is better than a millstone around his neck into the water! - So spoke the Lord.
  But in general, Lenin and the Bolsheviks did not spare us. Tens of thousands of priests were executed without trial or investigation. They shot Nicholas II and the whole family, not sparing the children. Lenin did not hide his goals as he wrote: terror, terror and terror again! The people were outraged by this! The popularly elected Constituent Assembly was dispersed. Then Kolchak led the war against the Bolsheviks. Relying on the help of the Orthodox Church, the nobility, merchants and business people, he managed to go on the offensive from Lake Baikal. Here, by the way, Patriarch Tikhonov rendered great help, convincing Kolchak to give the land to the peasants. As a result, the people began to turn away from the Bolsheviks. In addition, the commanders of the Whites were more experienced and knowledgeable. We managed to take Kazan, Nizhny Novgorod, then get to Moscow. They took the capital on the twenty-fifth of September. And the last stronghold of Peter just two years after the October twenty-fifth revolution.
  But the Bolsheviks waged a gradually fading guerrilla war for several more years. They committed atrocities, cut everyone in a row.
  - Have you restored the monarchy? Biden-Maria asked.
  The priest shook his head.
  - Not! The cathedral unanimously canonized Nicholas II as a saint, and taking into account the traditions of Russia, they decided to make the republic a presidential one. Once every five years, elections are held, and no more than three terms in a row. Kolchak became the first president. The economy revived under him! Began rapid growth. Then there really was a great depression, but energetic reforms softened its effects. Kolchak was elected three times, until in the thirty-fifth he ceded power to Prince Lvov. He ruled for one term and was not re-elected. Instead, Count Cherkesov came to power. He ruled for one term under him, the second war with Germany began. Adolf Hitler, an ardent anti-Semite, tried to hit us. There were some intrigues of Stalin, but the troops under the command of Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov, a native of the common people, defeated the vaunted Wehrmacht in six months. Here the medium tank NR-24, as well as the IG-1, especially distinguished themselves. Hitler turned out to be a complete idiot and an adventurer. He had no choice but to shoot himself. In general, the Russian army has grown noticeably in comparison with the First World War. Just recently, we have new submachine guns.
  The red-haired warrior asked:
  - Looks like a Kalashnikov assault rifle.
  The knowing father, the master of all trades, objected:
  - No, they are called "Obolensky" - 10, it was the colonel and the prince who headed the research group that created this weapon. It was in his honor that they named AO - 10. By the way, there is AOM-11, but he just began to enter service.
  - Actually, Kalashnikov is not the main father of the machine gun. - Agreed Putin-Yuliana. - But a good-sounding surname. Especially in the period of struggle against cosmopolitanism.
  The priest spread his hands.
  - I do not know any Kalashnikov other than the prince of a billionaire. A good person donates a lot to the church. But he will not deal with automatic weapons.
  The Colonel pointed out aggressively:
  - In short, now Germany is an equal part of the Russian Empire. And its Ruhr region is larger than the industrial one. Since Moscow is very much covered by jet aircraft, Stalin dropped a bomb on the main industrial region of Germany.
  Then the officer, adding, said.
  - Without reaching for the face, they decided to embed in the groin.
  - I really saw a lot of industrial buildings. - Agreed Putin-Yuliana. - In general, the hydrogen bomb is probably too bulky and it needs a special, huge aircraft.
  The Colonel nodded.
  - Yes, this is their first, but probably not the last. There are also atomic bombs. You probably don't know about them. Less powerful, but still amazing.
  Biden-Maria remarked:
  - We know! But for a nuclear strike, ballistic missiles are better suited than aircraft. We can develop them.
  The officer was surprised.
  - You have blueprints!
  The blonde answered modestly:
  We remember them!
  The conversation was interrupted when a spotted armored car drove up to the girls.
  - You will be taken to headquarters! - Said the colonel. We have already reported you. And your weapons will be studied.
  The young man and both scouts were politely put into the car, but their hands were handcuffed.
  Inserted into clamps, closing three in the dark. The armored car started off, the fighters shook slightly. Putin-Yuliana drew attention:
  - This is how they welcome guests from the future.
  Biden-Putin remarked:
  - And what you wanted is the secret police and in wartime maybe we are spies.
  Denis spoke up:
  - Perhaps we will be beaten and forced to confess. One of my friends in Chechnya was almost made disabled by mistake.
  - I personally will not say anything and I will not confess! Biden-Maria said. - In general, we can switch off from pain.
  - Besides! - Inserted Putin-Yuliana. We will definitely run away. We have the skills to do it! Even from here we can escape - The girl pulled her hand out of the handcuffs with a conjurer's movement. - Repeat Biden-Maria.
  - You are welcome! - The blonde girl answered, freeing both hands.
  "Then I'll run away!" Denis suggested. - Help me, I have no practice to be released from the shackles.
  - Not! Maria Biden said. "By running away, we will place ourselves outside the law. Better explain everything to the secret police. There are usually smart people there. Recruitment for such services comes from the best officers.
  The redhead nodded vigorously.
  - I agree! We can always run away. We just need to pretend to be obedient and submissive.
  The girls put the handcuffs back on. The ride was long and it was hard to be silent. Denis still asked:
  There are many things in this world that are not like ours. In particular, there is nobility, strong Orthodoxy, merchants. That is, Russia is a strong bourgeois country.
  - Yes, it is very similar to our current homeland with a presidential one, and with a greater admixture of feudalism. Maria Biden said.
  The former zombie remarked:
  - You see! I read somewhere that if it were not for the revolution, then Russia by the end of the twentieth century had seven hundred million people. I remembered this, Mendeleev's son wrote.
  - Quite possibly! And taking into account Germany even more. What disappointed me was that Stalin led the United States in this world. Now he is our enemy, and I have always liked him. Biden-Maria said with a sigh .
  - Except that he is a Georgian - a person of Caucasian nationality, then he really is a wonderful guy. - Agreed Putin-Yuliana. "Now we have to stop him.
  The blonde warrior asked:
  - What do you suggest?
  The red-haired she-devil strongly suggested:
  - Kill Stalin. This can change a lot.
  Biden-Maria remarked:
  - Can you imagine what kind of protection he has.
  The red-haired girl whistled, baring her teeth:
  We were taught how to bypass security.
  The blonde warrior remarked:
  "Besides, even if you kill Stalin, you won"t necessarily win the war. He has associates.
  Putin-Yuliana said with admiration:
  - Such a genius as he never was and never will be! After all, Stalin is a phenomenon, remember how the USSR weakened after his death.
  Biden-Maria quite logically remarked:
  - Not particularly! The satellite was launched and America was intimidated in Cuba.
  The red-haired she-devil said in a stern tone:
  - But China lost. I propose the following first to agree with the secret police, so as not to shove gag.
  The blonde warrior nodded.
  - The latter is quite reasonable! But in this world we still kill.
  Putin-Yuliana decisively said:
  - Well, if the priest does not consider murder a sin, then I should be upset. You know, I wonder how Zhukov made such a career. After all, initially he supported the Bolsheviks.
  Biden-Maria aggressively stated:
  - Well, this is according to the official version, but what he thought is actually not known. In general, a lot depends on who wins. In a civil war, an offensive multiplies forces, and a defense is tantamount to a retreat, and a retreat is tantamount to capitulation!
  The red-haired warrior pointed out aggressively:
  - I agree the specifics are as follows. In general, if the White Guards proclaimed the land to the peasants, and the factories to the workers, then their victory was inevitable. Moreover, is it possible to compare professional generals and lieutenant Tukhachevsky, captain Frunze, captain Budyonny, and the amateur Trotsky, who did not even serve in the army.
  The blonde warrior bellowed:
  - Right! In no case is it possible. Although Stalin was also declared unfit for military service, he did not command the troops badly.
  Putin-Yuliana said with a big smile:
  - In any case, now Zhukov is the president, and this says something. We need to find out where the rest of the people we know are.
  The blonde asked
  - They didn"t ask what fate awaited Lenin?
  The redhead was surprised:
  -You're interested:
  The blond-haired warrior stated decisively:
  - Well, this bald atheist, I think, went to hell! Don't you think he's still alive.
  Putin-Yuliana squealed:
  - Of course not! But there is no need to denigrate Lenin so unambiguously. For example, he introduced compulsory education in Russia and separated the church from the state. And in general, Nicholas II brought the country to poverty and made it a total debtor. And how many factories and plants sold? Horror!
  Biden-Maria agreed:
  - I will never light a candle for this saint. It's time to call him Nikolai the Stupid, or the Willless.
  Denis turned the conversation to another topic:
  "We have knowledge of more modern weapons and computers. Can this be used somehow?
  - Of course you can! It is necessary, it is our duty, but for this it is all the more necessary to reach an agreement with the secret police. - Said Biden-Maria. - In particular, I have thoughts on how to increase the combat effectiveness of the AK-104 assault rifle without additional costs.
  - I think you first need to study their machine guns properly. Maybe they have a different system. Denis suggested.
  The red-haired warrior spoke aggressively:
  - Perhaps, but there is an outward resemblance to our options. Let's see, we'll figure it out.
  Biden-Maria did a couple of squats, jumped a little, being handcuffed is so tiring. Putin-Yuliana also warmed up, turned the body.
  Denis suddenly blurted out.
  - It is not known what will happen to us, do not want to remember a virgin.
  - Such a handsome officer is a virgin. - Putin-Yuliana did not believe.
  The young man, embarrassed, replied:
  - Well, I've been a zombie for a year and haven't seen a woman. Yes, and you Putin-Yulian can be shot.
  The redhead, grinning, asked:
  "And that's why you want to make love to me?"
  Denis mumbled:
  - I did not say that!
  Putin-Yuliana, baring her teeth, remarked:
  - But you thought so! And hinted!
  The young man, blushing, muttered:
  - I didn't mean to offend you!
  The red-haired warrior enthusiastically said:
  - Harassment and courtship flatter women's pride - only indifference and coldness offend them! So if you reject me, I'll be offended.
  Denis said with a satisfied smile:
  - You are super! What about your partner?
  - Sex outside of marriage is a big sin! Biden-Maria objected. - I am a pure Orthodox believer.
  - We are all Orthodox. Denis said. - Everyone wore crosses, sometimes they were baptized, but they ran around the girls. Believe me, Biden-Maria more than half of the priests have love on the side and drink.
  The blonde said emphatically:
  - It's their business. They will answer to God. My sin doesn't justify it.
  - Then hang and be bored. - Putin-Yuliana freed herself from the handcuffs and moved towards the guy. The former zombie was full of strength and desire. The girl got naked and saddled the officer. The proximity of danger aroused them more and more. Putin-Yuliana moaned voluptuously, her boyfriend initially restrained himself, and then he began to make sounds. Fortunately, the armor in the van is thick and the driver with security could not hear anything.
  Biden-Maria was disgusted and plugged her ears. It seemed sacrilege to her to fuck with a little-known man. Yes, even in the prison funnel.
  Suddenly, Putin-Yuliana interrupted:
  - We're here, fix yourself up. she whispered to Denis.
  The one about gurgled:
  - And I wanted more!
  The red-haired warrior objected:
  - Later! You've already relieved the stress. And now try to be restrained and do not invent anything, there should be no contradictions in our testimony.
  Denis muttered:
  - Not the smallest. The "Cathedral" does not take fools.
  The lights turned on, the doors opened. Guys in camouflage appeared on the threshold, very healthy kilograms for one hundred and twenty. They carefully lifted the young man, opening his handcuffs. Denis, a slender young man, weighed about ninety kilograms and seemed younger than he really was. There was a zone effect. Strong female presidents apparently did not seem so scary, but they were also looked at with suspicion. All three of them were handcuffed, and they took black caps over their heads. It looked like they were going down.
  - This one in the men's department! - There was a command given in a rough voice, and the young man was separated. Biden-Maria grimaced:
  - And where are we?
  - Conversations! - The girl was hit on the shoulder with a rubber truncheon. For the hardened Biden-Maria, it was less painful than humiliating.
  The blonde growled aggressively.
  - What are you hitting for?
  And she received in response an even stronger blow, on the other shoulder. Biden-Maria even wondered if there would be a bruise.
  - One more word bitch and you'll get electrocuted.
  Another five minutes passed and the girls were finally brought into a room with high humidity. The caps were taken off their heads. Putin-Yuliana chuckled and whispered:
  We are ready to accept.
  They were approached by four tall girls in flowing overalls. Their hands were in thin rubber gloves. Nearby stood two officers in a peculiar uniform, where instead of a double-headed eagle, a skull and bones stuck out on a cap. Strict glances from a hooked nose. The voices are hoarse, the conversation seems to be filtering water:
  - Undress spies.
  Why, we've already been groped! Maria Biden said.
  The officer drew his pistol.
  - One more word and I'll shoot you in the ankle. It will hurt a lot.
  Putin-Yuliana nodded:
  - I listen and obey.
  The girl began to unbutton her overalls. It could have been done quickly, but she deliberately hesitated. Biden-Maria looked confused. So to be naked in front of the lustful and evil looks of men. However, she took off her overalls, then her shirt, revealing herself in a thin bra.
  - Shoot further whore! The officer scolded.
  The girl kicked off her boots one by one, revealing her tanned, graceful feet. Even protruding veins did not spoil. Then she unbuttoned her pants, slowly lowering them, exposing first her thigh, her round graceful knee, her elastic ankles. In the end, left in the same panties. The officer eagerly looked at her tanned, muscular legs, at the beautifully protruding pattern of veins, and thin, like a wire, veins. What incredible pleasure these legs could give to a man, passionate and timid at the same time, worthy of Venus and Artemis, belonging to the goddess of war and love at the same time. However, Putin-Yuliana was also very similar to Biden-Maria in figure. Even their tan is almost the same olive-gold. The proportions of the figure were only slightly spoiled by the slightly broad, but carved muscles of the shoulders, and strong arms with sharp biceps. The officer breathed heavily, his voice hoarse:
  - Well, why did the spies stop. Take off your underpants and bras.
  Putin-Yuliana nodded:
  We understand verification.
  She, followed by Biden-Maria, unfastened their bras, carefully exposing one first. A chest like a chocolate ice cream with a scarlet strawberry-nipple in the middle, then another, no less magnificent. Biden-Maria's bust was tall, slightly upturned, perfect shape, erotically aroused, and her nipples shone. The girls felt like strippers and slightly twisted their thin waists, bending the sharply distinguishing tiles of the press.
  - Why did you stop? And take off your panties too.
  Biden-Maria blushed. She thought it was too much. Well, how is it possible, although it is understandable that a search.
  - Maybe we should not!
  In response, a wild roar:
  - What did you say! He can invite the soldiers of the guards, let them hold you and pinch you at the same time.
  - All right, Maria. Go to the end! - Said Putin-Yulina and began to take off her panties.
  Biden-Maria obeyed her, yet you should not bring the matter to the point of assault. Although it is so embarrassing, the eyes of the male secret police officer, by the way, are half Tatar, as if lasers are drilling into her. Hands seem to be wadded, fingers do not bend, sports shorts are not like, not wanting to be pulled together. Putin-Yuliana encourages her:
  - You must be psychologically stable. Well, for you, a simple procedure for personal inspection. Or you have never been examined by scientists, including men.
  Biden-Maria recalls:
  - Yes, they examined! And what am I breaking.
  The girl almost tore her panties, throwing them to the floor. Now both beauties were completely naked. Their grotto of Venus was covered with thin hairs, their thighs were lush and not a drop of fat, even the buttocks were composed of single muscles.
  The officer cheered up.
  - Well, here are the spies and shed their artificial skin, showing what you really are. I must say quite impressive. Maybe you were sent to seduce Marshal Vasilevsky.
  - Such a knight, to conquer a matter of honor! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  He hissed:
  - In the meantime, you whores will carefully examine.
  The girls' clothes were seized and taken to the next room. In particular, they began to rip open the overalls and tried to cut the soles of the boots. But here the problem arose - durable hyperplastic was not cut. So I had to run for a diamond drill. Three employees approached the naked girls. They started their personal search with hair. Having disheveled the magnificent hairstyles of the beauties, they began to comb them with a special comb, at the same time forcing them to take their hands away to the sides and spread their fingers. The combs were quite rough and the girls were a little sick. Biden-Maria even uttered with bewilderment.
  - Well, what can you hide in your hair?
  The girl cooed:
  - Everything, in particular the encoded font. A tiny note can be completely hidden in such a head of hair. And in general, I can give the order to shave you immediately, but I regret such beauty.
  The blonde warrior agreed:
  - Yes, our hair is wealth.
  Indeed, what amazing colors Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana have. The hair itself is slightly curly and goes in waves. Biden-Maria in the color of light gold and the sun. Putin-Yuliana as a violent flame, or under the color of a red banner. Really a whole treasure, well, what a barbarian you need to be to cut them off. However, the search takes time to comb through each thick strand. A third girl came to the aid of a couple of employees, and the work went faster.
  A shout followed:
  - What's with the manes of spies finished?
  The girls chirped:
  Yes, Major.
  Roar in response:
  - Give me more.
  The ears were next, the eardrums were examined with hearing aids, the shell itself was bent and tapped. Noses were not spared either, they carefully probed each nostril, shone a flashlight on their mouths. Biden-Maria felt humiliated.
  What fresh breath they have! - Admired one of the girls-employees. - Smells like herbs and berries. - Unable to resist, she kissed Biden-Maria on the lips.
  The officer shouted:
  - You're not supposed to kiss detainees.
  The girls were forced to stick out their tongues, and then they jerked it several times and led it from side to side. It"s rather unpleasant when a gloved hand holds such a sensitive place. They made me cough again. Finally, having completed the inspection of magnificent heads, the ladies-servants descended on their chests and shoulders. Especially carefully they examined the armpits, which turned out to be clean and without hair, then they walked over their hands, twisted their fingers, looked under their nails, even poked needles there. But the device of those carrying the serum of truth was not found, they were so skillfully hidden. The chest was carefully examined, it was rather roughly felt, apparently suspecting that something could be hidden in such beauty. The navel was also examined, fingers dug into it, causing pain. The officer's gaze became stern.
  "Now, whores, spread your legs." We will check your most intimate places.
  - Maybe not! Biden-Maria asked.
  Roar in response:
  - Yeah, that's where you most often hide something. Well, faster!
  Putin-Yuliana obediently spread her legs and bent slightly to make it more comfortable for the campaigners. Biden-Maria tried to repeat after her, but when a gloved hand sank between her legs, digging into the most sensitive place of the female body, she desperately broke free and ran away.
  The officer ordered:
  - Take the spy she has something!
  Several powerful specially trained soldiers with clubs rushed at her. Biden-Maria knocked one of them down.
  The officer bellowed:
  - Don't you dare resist, it's an order.
  The girl froze and received a couple of strong blows to the head, which would send a knockout to a normal person, as well as to the shoulders and back.
  - Enough! The officer commanded. - Torture awaits them later, but for now, if they are submissive, we will spare them.
  The eldest of the servants approached the girl who was being held by the hands.
  - Tilt it to make it more comfortable.
  - Please be careful, I'm still a virgin. - Biden-Maria said, a tear rolled down her pink cheek.
  The officer barked:
  - With such an appearance, and even a whole one. Lying spies are not innocent.
  The clerk carefully checked Biden-Maria, who was trembling.
  Yes, she really is a virgin!
  The officer said sternly:
  - Now surgery allows you to simply darn, and put a microfilm inside. So open it up, we seem to know the secret.
  The matron cooed:
  - Listen to the commander!
  It was painful and unpleasant, especially since virgin captivity did not succumb to the influence of a hand trained in searches. Ultimately, she was cut with a razor. The whole process was painful, Biden- Maria even groaned. True, not too much blood spilled out, after which it was probed to the uterus. They roughly examined the anus, the girl was in a semi-fainting state, not so much from pain as from terrible humiliation, she was treated with nothing more than an experimental animal. Only terrorists are carefully examined in this way.
  The next step was to examine the legs and feet. Rubber gloves went between the fingers, which was ticklish and even funny. After which the girls were examined from head to toe. The clerk remarked:
  - They have very rough feet, apparently engaged in martial arts and ran a lot barefoot.
  The officer yelled:
  - It's typical for spies! And look how she knocked down a powerful soldier, she clearly knows karate. Maybe even Japanese spies?
  "Now let"s X-ray their stomachs and intestines." - reminded another officer.
  He agreed:
  - That's right, they can hide a secret inside. What was found in the clothes.
  The answer was hoarse:
  - Some car with numbers. But it doesn't look like an explosive.
  - Let's give it to the experts.
  - These are portable computers. - Said Putin-Yuliana. - If you want, they can talk to you. I will turn them on.
  The officer yelled:
  - Out of the place under investigation, you can destroy the data. And in general, how it was not immediately discovered.
  The redhead readily replied:
  - It was too tightly in contact with the body, in addition, we had reliable, albeit thin armor.
  - Yes, a kind of chain mail is put on under the uniform, which a diamond cannot cut. - Said the inspectors.
  The officer growled.
  - Tell me the secret of making.
  The girls answered in chorus:
  - Of course, nothing is a pity for our Motherland!
  Roar in response:
  - What did you say?
  The warrior barked:
  - We are not from your world, but we were also born in Russia.
  The officer bellowed aggressively:
  - Mow like a fool, but when your bodies smoke from the current, you will tell me everything, I hope.
  Biden-Maria was surprised:
  - Isn't torture forbidden in your civilized country?
  The matron replied:
  - Against spies: in times of war, the law allows for measures of physical coercion.
  While the officer was talking, the girls were led to a large x-ray, forced to raise their hands, and began to shine through. There followed an exclamation of surprise:
  - It's incredible!
  Roar in response:
  - How incredible!
  Squeak in response:
  - Look for yourself Major!
  - I hope you found the font. - Major jumped to the screen. Between the ribs of each girl, two hearts were beating at once. On the right and on the left side. They tapped in unison. The sizes are quite normal for people and, perhaps, the hearts are even flatter.
  - Blimey! Unique people! Already have something to report to the authorities. And nothing else was found?
  - The stomach is a little different, like the shape of the intestines. That is, girls have slightly different organisms than we do! - Said the doctor who examined them.
  - This is good. That way we can deal with them much better.
  Having finished the transillumination of the girls, they took them to another room! There they were measured, weighed, and began to rewrite signs from naked bodies. Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana had moles, but they were small, barely noticeable, just a couple of pieces. But there were no burns and scars, everything healed instantly, leaving no traces on the olive skin. Just like they weren't looked at. After they were taken to play the piano, write off the fingerprints and all the palms. The procedure for girls is familiar. Then they did the same with the teeth and lips. And it is no longer pleasant when juicy lips are smeared with paint. Following this, they were forced to make prints of bare feet and chiseled ears. The girls felt dirty and scrutinized like a reconnoitered fortress. After completing their inspection, they took a special room. Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana were translated, there was a breath, as a cascade of icy water fell on them. The jets were from different points. Then, almost immediately, boiling water poured out, so much so that steam went up. The skin has faded.
  - It looks like torture is already being used against us. Maria Biden said.
  - Be patient and be polite. And I'm actually ashamed of you. Russian intelligence officer, but during the search burst into tears. - Putin-Yuliana twisted her finger at her temple. - And what will happen when you put a red-hot iron under your nails.
  The blonde squeaked:
  Do you even know how painful it is to be deprived of your innocence?
  The redhead replied:
  - It doesn't hurt at all. You just didn't want it, that's why you suffered. But if she wanted to accept a man, she would feel bliss.
  Biden-Maria agreed:
  - Reading, I'm in books. Yes, we can observe the Brijanino effect, when tissues become stronger under the influence of willpower.
  Putin-Yuliana nodded:
  "You see, silly, but the opposite effect is possible.
  The blonde warrior squeaked:
  - Now everyone will take me for a prostitute.
  The red-haired warrior chirped:
  - Oh, I'm sure that even in this world, virginity is not fashionable. And in general, in the modern world, innocence is a sign that a girl is either too disgusting and no one wants her, or she is timid and doesn"t want anyone herself! Pregnancy colors a woman and is always innocent, virginity is alarming and always vicious! - Authoritatively declared Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria countered:
  I think your logic is flawed. In addition, innocence is valued not only in Christianity, but also in Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, in almost all religions except perverted sects.
  The red-haired warrior cooed:
  - Religion is synonymous with fetters, not so much for the body as for the mind!
  The conversation distracted the girls from pain. The major apparently wanted to check how easy it would be to break such victims. The result was disappointing, the girls showed indescribable resilience. They just blushed like lobsters.
  The major ordered them to withdraw:
  - Well, how do you like our Russian bathhouse.
  - Brooms are not enough, nettles, and spruce! - Jokingly, answered Putin-Yuliana.
  - Yes, and the steam is cold! - Biden-Maria supported the tone.
  The officer bellowed:
  - It will be even cooler. How about dipping you in oil?
  The red-haired she-devil sarcastically asked:
  - Olive or sunflower?
  The major said emphatically:
  - In magnificent, machine.
  - Then with pleasure! - Biden-Maria smiled broadly. The worst thing has already happened to her, she has lost her innocence.
  The thoroughly washed girls were brought to the mirror. The officer ordered:
  - Hands forward and sit down! Like this! Now get up and sit down again. Turn around, rise on your toes, walk. Fine! Tie your hands!
  The girls were put on their knees and their ankles were chained to their wrists. They were left to sit there.
  The red-haired warrior muttered in displeasure:
  - How many of us are so steamed?
  Major yelled:
  - Shut up shrews, the camera is waiting for you. There you will wait for the reception of the general.
  Twenty minutes passed, and my bare knees began to itch from the concrete. The servants came.
  - OK! - Said the major. - In their common cell.
  - And give out clothes? - Asked the overseer.
  He grinned.
  - Yes, a penalty.
  The matron nodded.
  - Understandably!
  The girls were unchained and thrown to them with a short dress that looked like gray rags.
  The clothes were torn and washed out with a number on the chest. But the girls' feet remained bare, bare. Biden-Maria thought what kind of penalty box in the winter.
  The matron nodded to the girls.
  - Here you will walk until the snow falls. Then if you're good, we'll change uniforms.
  Putin-Yuliana chuckled:
  - You won't scare me with the cold.
  The matron hissed:
  - That you want to be in an ice chamber, naked and in bright light.
  The red devil nodded.
  - If you have nothing to do, then I will suffer. No, it's not that scary.
  The tough woman barked:
  - Take them to the cells, and I warn the girls, notorious scoundrels are sitting there.
  - But not cooler than us! - Putin-Yuliana chuckled, followed by Biden-Maria.
  . CHAPTER 7
  The girls were taken to different cells. They knew that there were special press huts where criminals associated with investigators tormented those under investigation. However, this did not cause fear among the scouts. That they didn't put the tough guys down to be afraid of the tough girls.
  Putin-Yuliana was only worried about Biden-Maria.
  - Don't be a saint. Bey immediately only force is respected.
  Biden-Maria replied:
  - I'll try to avoid violence.
  The red-haired she-devil answered logically:
  - It's impossible. And in general, it"s better not to sleep at night, we don"t have to, otherwise they can kill us.
  The blonde terminator said emphatically:
  - Understood! Well, take care of yourself Putya-Yulya!
  The girls were separated, sent to different cells. So Biden-Maria was brought to the threshold.
  Pressed the button and turned the keys. Handcuffs were left on the girl"s hands, as if they had forgotten to remove them.
  Although it is not convenient to stand like this when the hands are cuffed behind. The overseer called out to them:
  - Do what you want, just don't kill. - And pushed Biden-Maria. She, standing on her feet, entered the chamber. It was rather dirty, but thanks to the ventilation it didn't smell particularly bad. On the wall hung a once lush, now filthy carpet. There were eight women in a rather spacious room. All of them are large, fat, and two are generally thugs, as if from wrestling. One even grew a mustache and a beard. Dressed in comfortable orange overalls and sneakers. The disgusting woman approached Biden-Maria. Looking at her beggarly outfit, her face twisted into a smirk.
  - Who are you?
  - Humble servant of God Biden-Maria! - Said, tilting her head, the girl.
  In response, a deafening roar:
  - Wow! She doesn't even look like a nun! You know the custom for registration in the cell you have to pay a hundred rubles.
  Biden-Maria bowed:
  - Our money is confiscated by the prison authorities.
  - I know! So we'll dip your tender face into the toilet. But before that, I'll burn it on your forehead - schmuck! - The chieftain took out a rather impressive, most likely Cuban cigar, lit it.
  - You will serve us nun. - answered her partner. - With your tongue, and then we will put you on the leg of a chair.
  The leader, resembling a female hippopotamus, touched Biden-Maria's swarthy forehead with a cigar. The girl could not stand it. Shaking her head, she quickly jumped and slammed her trained forehead into the bridge of the ataman's nose. The blow was strong, with this technique Biden-Maria could break several strong white bricks at once. The nose was crushed, blood spurted out, and the overweight woman, one hundred and fifty kilograms, sank.
  The blonde terminator squeaked:
  - Sorry, but I don't smoke!
  - Yes, you would ... - the second partner barked and immediately received a terrible blow with her toe to the solar plexus.
  The second carcass sank, the shock was terrible. Biden-Maria threw off her handcuffs and turned to the other six prisoners.
  The blonde terminator exclaimed:
  - What do you want me to offer or drink!
  - Yes, you're dead. - Said the third girl. She was not particularly large, slightly larger than Biden Maria, but she held two sharp knives in her hands. - Look you!
  It looks like she had the skills of a commando, so she reproduced the eight quite deftly. Then she jumped.
  Biden-Maria, shifting slightly, briefly punched a left jab to the jaw. The swing was not great, but oak boards broke sharply from it. It looks like the jaw is no stronger than a thick oak. Her opponent fell, blood poured out. The other five froze, one of them said:
  "Are you a nun from Shaowlin Monastery?"
  The blonde warrior squeaked:
  - I'm from the special forces!
  The bandit explained:
  - To become a new godfather, you need to have a walker and a thieves suit. No matter how strong you are, you will be respected only for the merits of thieves.
  Biden-Maria naively asked:
  - And for combat?
  - Not! So we do not accept! Concepts are sacred! - Said the girl in a pun. Her face, despite the tattoo, did not seem so tired, apparently, she was no more than twenty years old, and her heart was not completely hardened.
  And she said with some regret in her voice:
  - When you fall asleep on this haze, death awaits you. It was better for you to show your strength more accurately. Then maybe you've become a torpedo. We need fighters. And you hurt your brother.
  The blonde terminator aggressively stated:
  - You asked for it! And in general, how much you can moan, your lads should be hanged for a long time. You parasites and loafers!
  The bandit chirped:
  - Oh, what a suit! Don't be afraid to fall!
  Biden-Maria took it and scoffed:
  - Two deaths cannot happen, one cannot be avoided! So I was not afraid to kill in the war, and I won"t back away from criminals at all!
  The young criminal muttered:
  - Well, mad torpedo. Just wait for the night.
  The blonde warrior smiled.
  - And if I tie you up for the night, then how?
  The girl blurted out:
  - Let's get free!
  Biden-Maria confidently stated:
  - Half an hour of sleep is enough for me, and I can always knock you out all night.
  The criminal doubted:
  - Aren't you lying?
  - Look! Biden-Maria clapped her hand on the shoulder of the nearest prisoner, who sank.
  The blonde terminator cooed:
  - See how easy it is!
  - Yes, you're just a devil! The girl rolled her eyes. - You know, can you escape from the prison with such skills?
  The blond warrior confidently replied:
  - Certainly!
  The criminal was surprised:
  Why haven't you run away yet?
  Biden-Maria logically explained:
  - I want to explain everything during the interrogation. And then they take us with Putin-Yuliana for some kind of spies.
  The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise.
  - How are you from America whistlers?
  The blonde warrior objected:
  - Well no! We are from Russia, but not yours?
  The young criminal was surprised:
  - And how is it not ours? Is there another Russia?
  Biden-Maria began to explain:
  - There is in a parallel world. How can I explain to you, the universes are like an accordion, slightly shifted and superimposed one on top of the other. Or a deck of cards! In general, we got into an anomalous zone and shifted from a parallel world.
  The girl chirped:
  - Fantasy! Parallel Worlds. Have you flown into space?
  The blonde blurted out:
  - Certainly!
  The young criminal asked:
  - And other stars?
  - Not yet! To the Moon, to Mars, Venus. - Baden-Maria suddenly wanted to embellish reality.
  The girl cooed with gusto:
  - Amazing! And then tired of being chained to the Earth. Listen, General Vladislav Tereshkov himself can call you for interrogation. Tell him that I'm tired of sitting in a cell, and I want to join the special forces.
  Biden-Maria frowned.
  - And what can you do?
  The young criminal began to list:
  - I can sing, dance, cheat at cards and caps, I'm not too bad at fighting, cunning as a fox, a full set of qualities of a real spy.
  The blonde terminator asked:
  - And how are you?
  The girl blurted out:
  - Chameleon.
  Biden-Maria licked her lips:
  - Quite suitable for a scout. Well, I'll put in a good word for him.
  The young criminal noted:
  "Yes, and I don"t need to be tied up or put to sleep!" Enough word honest thieves!
  The blonde terminator replied:
  - I will think. Although it may not hurt to lull. Slightly squeezed the carotid artery and sweet dreams, with cartoons. And what do I know how to put pressure on so that the dream becomes colored.
  The girl squeaked:
  - It's like a puff of opium?
  - No, it's harder. Maria Biden said. - What do you want to try?
  - Turn me off for half an hour, I will be very glad to be stunned! - The girl-robber answered.
  Biden-Maria did just that: Her fingers squeezed two arteries, after which some parts of the brain fell into sleep, while others became more active. Those parts of the brain that were responsible for pleasure sent signals and created a state of euphoria, and negative emotions completely disappeared. A blissful smile lit up the Chameleon's face.
  The four women looked stunned. One of them asked:
  - Are you a freddy fairy?
  The blonde terminator answered honestly:
  - Not! I just know the human body very well. Do you also want to catch glitches.
  The women were confused, their eyes read desire and at the same time fear. Indeed, here you can"t guess what you want, enjoy, and be afraid of this country of beauty. Indeed, when a devil woman is next to you, you still have to dress up like a nun.
  The youngest of them said:
  - Just do not hurt me!
  - On the contrary, it's nice! - She said. Biden-Maria gently touched the neck, putting the prisoner to sleep.
  - Do you want too?
  The women wheezed, they were in great fear of the messenger of another world. Only the oldest of them said:
  - Let these two comrades, ours, wake up, and then we will try.
  - I'm not forcing you! Biden-Maria agreed. - Kaif to catch, this is a voluntary matter, only there is a possibility that they will transfer me from you, which means you will lose your chance.
  - You know... - The woman hesitated.
  The blonde squeaked:
  Yes, my name is Maria!
  The criminal asked:
  - Did it drive?
  Terminator girl said:
  - Gyrfalcon!
  The bandit replied:
  - Not really bad. Although you know, in the thieves' world, feathered "whores" are not held in high esteem. The fact is that the rooster is also feathered.
  Biden-Maria remarked:
  - Well, women don't have roosters!
  The criminal chuckled.
  - As men do not, but the very concept remains.
  The blonde warrior muttered:
  - Okay, I don't like thieves. It's better to say Vladislav Tereshkov is a smart man?
  The bandit replied:
  - Like all officers of the secret police is not a fool. But at the same time, he is cunning, he does not always keep his word. In short fraer!
  Biden-Maria aggressively stated:
  Well, it doesn't scare me. Maybe while the sisters wake up, we'll play cards.
  The criminal muttered:
  - For money!
  The blonde chuckled.
  - On schelbany?
  The bandit shook her head vigorously.
  - No, we saw you hit! Better for the money, we'll lend you.
  The blonde warrior yelped: 33
  - Well, at least there will be some entertainment!
  Biden-Maria played against three women! Those, however, did not try to cheat, which, however, is still useless against the super agent of the FSB. In the end, the girl won a dozen games. The alignment of the eleventh was interrupted by the words of the awakened "Chameleon".
  - What an awesome thrill! Never experienced anything like it! It can not be compared with opium, as if I were in paradise!
  The blonde terminator squeaked:
  - Can you repeat it?
  The criminal murmured:
  - Certainly! Please repeat!
  - For an hour! Biden-Maria squeezed the woman's neck.
  The bandits chanted in unison:
  - And we, too, we want bliss.
  - Great get it! - The girl gently squeezed the neck, forcing the women to pass out. In the end, Biden-Maria was left alone among blissfully snoring bodies.
  - Well! Safe and boring!
  The girl walked across the cell. Three victims cut down by a scout received such severe blows that they have not yet recovered. However, the noise said that they were still breathing. All but the chieftain, the female hippopotamus, seems to have received a fatal blow and began to cool down.
  - Evil must receive slaps in the face from good - so that good does not lose its sense of dignity, and evil a sense of fear! - Summed up Biden-Maria. - Unfortunately, when good has fists, they value it, and not the good itself - although you need to be afraid not of the machine gun, but of the one who shoots from it!
  The girl could talk to herself for a long time, but the door swung open, and six huge fighters entered. Looking at the knocked out fighters and at the girl standing in front of them, they whistled:
  - Blimey! So young, but she knocked out the thugs!
  The blonde terminator asked:
  - What should I have done?
  - Turn the other cheek! The officer grinned. - Now we will put handcuffs on you and take you to the general.
  Biden-Maria grunted:
  - I'll go myself!
  The warriors chuckled.
  - And on the way you will cut down and run away!
  The blonde terminator scowled:
  - I'll give you my word of honor!
  The police roared:
  - Don't be stupid! Otherwise, we'll shoot you like a mad dog. Come here hands.
  Biden-Maria grimaced and reluctantly agreed.
  She was shackled from behind and chained to a huge guard, two meters high, ten centimeters high. Biden-Maria, however, was not embarrassed. The greater the growth, the lower the mobility. It is not for nothing that there are so few real giants among champion boxers. The girl walked obediently, she thought that they would take her upstairs, but, oddly enough, they began to descend even lower. The steps under bare feet became cold steel. Then she saw Putin-Yuliana, so she winked at her:
  They're taking us for interrogation!
  The red-haired warrior declared decisively:
  - Fine! At least find out something.
  Biden-Maria, however, was left in the corridor, and her partner was taken to the office. Again she was made to wait on her knees. How unpleasant, humiliating, but they are still guests from another world. Biden-Maria tried to talk to the guard, but got a club on the back.
  - Shut up, spy, or I'll shoot you.
  Half an hour later, Putin-Yuliana was taken out, and Biden-Maria was brought in. Before entering her office, they tore off her dress, which barely covered her body, and nailed her arms, legs, neck to the chair. They were then taken to the office.
  Lieutenant General Vladislav Tereshkov, with a beard, he looked about fifty years old, very dense.
  He said in a threatening tone:
  - Well, what are you going to tell fairy tales or burn your heels.
  I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth! Maria Biden said.
  Roar in response:
  - So where are you from?
  The blonde terminator said emphatically:
  - From a parallel world. Our common Motherland Russia.
  The general was surprised.
  - How can there be another Russia.
  Biden-Maria sincerely said:
  - I think in each universe there can be only one such powerful country as Russia, but the total number of universes is either infinite, or their number is incomprehensibly large. After all, the Lord God is immeasurably powerful and exists forever, and it is quite logical to assume that, having the need to create, he created an innumerable number of worlds.
  Tereshkov muttered:
  - Putin-Yuliana said that you are a believer! Tell everything in order.
  Biden-Maria spoke, and for quite some time. The general listened and took notes.
  - So you killed two and a half thousand fighters for two in one night.
  The blonde terminator squeaked:
  Yes, sir general.
  Vladislav roared:
  - Contact me, Excellency.
  Biden-Maria confirmed:
  - That's right, Excellency.
  The general asked sincerely:
  - Why then did not resist our employees.
  The blonde answered honestly:
  - In order not to put yourself outside the law. Then we would become criminals.
  Vladislav confirmed:
  - Actually, yes! Both of you famously laid down your cellmates, and these are specially selected female bulls.
  Biden-Maria confirmed:
  - The weak are not taken to special forces!
  The general aggressively confirmed:
  - I agree! Well, in general, I'm happy with you! There are no contradictions in the testimony, even in trifles, and you know weapons quite well.
  The blonde terminator bellowed:
  - Glad to try your excellency.
  Tereshkov declared with passion:
  - So that leaves two questions, you will show us how to manage computers and better technology.
  Biden-Maria confirmed:
  - Certainly! This is our duty!
  - And now I will tell you something guests from the future. Call Putin-Yuliana here! - shouted the general of protection. - And you can unchain them to give out clothes, they are not dangerous.
  The guard growled:
  - That's right, Your Excellency.
  Biden-Maria was given the old dress. In it, her body was visible almost through, especially her breasts. And bare legs looked completely indecent, Putin-Yuliana was dressed in the same way. True, both girls were already accustomed to lustful male glances and almost did not pay attention.
  - You have perfect, must have very strong bodies! - Asked the general. - Maybe a special composition of the muscles.
  - A very large percentage of muscle fibers and active electromagnetic exchange. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  Vladislav growled:
  - And the bones!
  The red-haired vixen cooed:
  - With admixture, multi-metal, silicon, titanium, magnesium, powerful stem cells. They grow very quickly.
  The general suggested:
  - You can make all our soldiers like you!
  Putin-Yuliana shrugged her shoulders.
  - If it were so simple, then an army would be formed from us, and only two could turn out that way.
  Tereshkov sighed.
  - Too bad otherwise we could be invincible.
  The girls shouted in unison:
  We are ready to serve our new Motherland with all our might.
  The general replied with a smile:
  - Well, on the orders of the greatest criminal of all times and peoples, Stalin, a nuclear strike was carried out against Russia. In addition, the CSA, together with the satellite countries, concentrated a huge strike force of tanks and aircraft. True, thanks to the efforts of our President Zhukov, the troops were ready, and jet fighters intercepted most of the enemy strategic bombers.
  - This is good! - The girls responded in unison.
  The general went on to explain:
  - Nevertheless, many cities suffered, including Petrograd, Sevastopol, Vladivostok, Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky. They fell under nuclear strikes. And this is terrible, the radiation of destruction. Russian Tsargrad in the Turkish province also suffered. The most important thing is that Stalin's stock of nuclear charges has not yet been exhausted, and he can do us a lot of nasty things.
  The red devil agreed:
  - Right! An experienced player does not throw away all the trump cards.
  Tereshkom logically noted:
  - Just about the front can open communist China. Moreover, Manchuria is included in the Russian Empire. Many claim it.
  Putin-Yuliana asked:
  - Who is in charge of China?
  The general replied graciously:
  - Dan Li Dan. Faithful comrade-in-arms of Stalin. He managed to defeat Chan Kashi. China is indeed weakened by the civil war, but it has enough population to divert our forces from the planned attack on Alaska.
  The blonde terminator confirmed:
  - It is clear to go to America by the shortest route.
  Tereshkov nodded.
  - That's it! In addition, despite the terror and stupefying propaganda in the United States, there are many dissatisfied with the Stalin regime, as, indeed, in Canada. If our troops enter there, they will receive the support of the local population.
  - Terror, unlike a shepherd, is capable of turning a sheep into a wolf! There is nothing worse than an angry lamb! Biden-Maria noted.
  The general aggressively confirmed:
  - In general, you understand me! Your abilities can help us win the third world war.
  The warriors answered in chorus:
  - Yes modicum now us send.
  Tereshkov asked doubtfully:
  - But those pebbles-artifacts captured by you, are they still active?
  The girls spoke again in unison:
  - We don't know! Such a difficult question, in our universe they were losing power on Earth. Here they can both lose and save!
  The general confirmed:
  If that's the case, then we'll test it. Yes, wear something. At least the original form. At the same time, call a set of specialists.
  The girls ran to bring clothes and weapons. Professionals approached them and actively asked about computers. Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana explained in detail, then began to draw. The girls did this quickly and soon large drawings appeared.
  Experts considered, asking about microcircuits. The scouts explained to them the structure of the processors and the principles of the hard drive. They were copying and blinking their eyes. Then the gunsmith came up and asked:
  - Here, at a machine gun, the barrel leads to the side during firing, as a result of which the aiming drops. How to deal with it?
  - This is because the barrel does not heat up evenly along all lengths. Maria Biden said. - If it was heated evenly, the aiming would have doubled.
  - And how to achieve this? - Experts asked.
  - It is necessary to wrap the barrel with copper wire mixed with magnesium according to the spiral principle. Copper has good thermal conductivity and the barrel will heat up at the same time. - Added Biden-Maria.
  - You can still do as in the Kord machine gun, but it is technologically more difficult. - Added Putin-Yulian.
  Colonel-expert asked:
  - Tell us about your new weapon.
  The girls began to draw diagrams again. In general, the work was getting better. The day passed very busy, and only when the lieutenant general again called them to him, Biden-Maria remembered.
  - Prisoner "Chameleon" to ask for intelligence.
  The general pouted:
  - Such a woman with black hair and a tattoo in the shape of a heart on her face?
  The warriors blurted out in chorus:
  - Yes, she is!
  Tereshkov agreed:
  - I know! This is a big scam and a killer. I don't believe her, she could very well become a double agent.
  The red-haired she-devil remarked logically:
  - So much the better, unique disinformation can be launched through it.
  The general confirmed:
  - I'll think about it. But here's what to do with you. On the one hand, you would be quite effective in combat. On the other hand, your extensive knowledge will be very useful to us. For example, active armor. It seems like a simple thing, but ours, and even American scientists, did not think of it!
  - Brilliant is always simple - only mediocrity complicates everything! The big mind strives for clarity so that everyone can see its great ones, the insignificant mind casts a fog to hide the emptiness! Maria Biden said .
  Vladislav noted:
  - It's good that you talk like that! RPG-7s are very interesting, I think we will not need RPG-29s soon.
  - They are also called "vampires" for penetrating power. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  The general said with concern:
  - Marshal Vasilevsky wants to meet with you. You don't want to talk to him.
  - And on what basis, we should refuse it. The girls shrugged their shoulders in disbelief.
  Tereshkov confirmed:
  - Talk wonderfully. You just have to drive!
  The girls were put into a Mercedes car - 200. The car was streamlined, comfortable, almost modern. Unless there is a computer inside. This seems to be a big drawback. However, the car was traveling under two hundred kilometers per hour.
  The city that was on their way looked almost medieval in the Gothic style. True, there were tall buildings and car banks. Suddenly, their flight was interrupted by an alarm, sirens howled, enemy aircraft appeared high in the sky. Fighters flew out to meet them. The battle began, bloody and fierce. At the same time, anti-aircraft guns fired upwards. Biden-Maria told the general.
  - Special surface-to-air missiles are best suited. In particular, we have simplified schemes of the SS-400 complex. It will be possible with their help to cover the sky!
  The general replied with a sigh:
  - Good idea, but it takes time. To fit individual parts and set up production.
  - Not so much as it seems! - Said Biden-Maria.
  Tereshkom noted:
  Well, a few months for sure. You yourself must understand this.
  The blonde terminator noted:
  - In a nuclear war, every day and even an hour counts.
  The general replied in a calmer tone:
  - Well, fortunately for us, there are not so many nuclear bombs in the CSA.
  "Mercedes" was forced to stop, hiding in a shelter. One of the heavy five-ton bombs hit a high-rise building. The fifteen-story building folded like dominoes. Fortunately, most of the people managed to evacuate. Several small fragments flew up to the car. One hit the bulletproof glass, leaving a crack.
  - This kind of spoil the bastard! - Putin-Yuliana shook her finger at the sky.
  But napalm was especially dangerous. It started fires. Even before the end of the bombing, firefighters, as well as women and even children, rushed to extinguish them.
  It was seen how the guys, mostly barefoot, help the adults by bringing buckets and sand. Some children even burned their legs and hurriedly put them into the water. Heard crying and lamentations.
  When the bombardment ended, the car moved. Her speed was slightly lower, but still quite high, she had to go around the hollows.
  Biden-Maria noted:
  - And you did not try to destroy enemy airfields.
  The general logically remarked:
  - It's quite difficult, the fight in the air is just unfolding.
  Putin-Yuliana remarked:
  - We must immediately take control of all of Europe and defeat Britain. After all, only from its territory can enemy planes reach the borders of the USSR.
  Vladislav confirmed:
  - Right! We are actively producing nuclear weapons and planning retaliation against the enemy.
  Only now to get that enemy that is too difficult across the ocean. The location of the United States is such that we plan to use a high-altitude tailless development "flying wing" against them. Already such aircraft have been tested. In addition, we are planning new types of ballistic missiles, but so far their reliability is not high.
  - We will provide you with drawings, rockets simple and at the same time reliable. Maria Biden said. - In particular, we have an idea about the armament of North Korea, but it does not have computers, but they launch missiles over long distances.
  The general proudly said:
  - In our world, Korea is part of Russia as a province. In general, there is the vast Zheltorossky Territory. In general, I noticed that in your world Russia has less territory. Than my country in the current light.
  Putin-Yuliana said:
  - There is an explanation! The Bolsheviks defeated us, and it was Stalin who became the next leader after Lenin.
  Tereshkov was surprised:
  - Like Stalin!?
  The red-haired warrior explained:
  He didn't go to America. He remained in Russia, became one of Lenin's closest associates. Pushed aside Trotsky and other leaders. After some time, he himself became a leader.
  The general agreed:
  - It looks logical, he has great abilities!
  The blonde has already spoken.
  - In short, we had the USSR. The country is strong, powerful, quite rich. Stalin managed to defeat, however, at the cost of huge losses, the German army, capture half of Europe, establish a pro-Soviet regime in China and North Korea. Yes, and it was under him that the USSR received an atomic and hydrogen bomb.
  The general agreed:
  - He had a grip!
  Biden-Maria responded enthusiastically:
  - In general, he didn"t manage so badly, although he shot and tortured millions of people in concentration camps. But he managed to create a strong state and develop industry.
  Tereshkom asked:
  How did people live with him?
  The blonde replied with a smile.
  - Overall, not bad! In recent years, prices have been falling and wages have been rising. Russia has become the most powerful power in the world, only the United States could compete with it. But in 1953, Stalin died, and the Soviet Union began to gradually weaken.
  - In the fifty-third? The Russian General was clearly delighted. So he only has a year left.
  Biden-Maria remarked:
  - Well, it's in our world. You can live here either longer or shorter.
  Tereshkov noted:
  - Preferably less. In general, you told a very interesting story, Stalin, the head of Russia, is like a joke.
  The red devil remarked:
  - And it seems to us that he led the United States: a stupid joke!
  The general spoke with rage:
  - Here we come!
  The car stopped near a squat bunker, it was so carefully camouflaged that it could easily be mistaken for a mound overgrown with forest.
  - Hermann Göring used to like to stop here. - Said the general.
  The red devil asked:
  - And what happened to him!
  Tereshkov noted:
  - Now he is in prison, somewhere in Central Asia. I saw him recently, he lost a lot of weight. You know how rich he was. Five and a half tons of one table gold were confiscated from him.
  Putin-Yuliana whistled:
  - Tycoon! He also had pockets full of diamonds and rubies.
  The general nodded.
  - Yes exactly! There was such a character in your world too.
  The red-haired she-devil whistled:
  - Yes, and they hung him!
  Vladislav was surprised:
  - For what! He's not an executioner, but just led the Luftwaffe. I think we wouldn't even shoot Hitler. They sent it somewhere.
  Biden-Maria countered:
  - He is Hitler the executioner, in our world he destroyed more than eleven million people in concentration camps.
  The general was visibly surprised.
  - Wow! This is close to Stalin. No, he was not so bloodthirsty with us. True, he did not like the Jews, but he prevented them from leaving Germany. Some of them even helped Stalin make the atomic bomb. Einstein, however, refused, so he was strangled in the cell. In general, there were not enough prisons in the CSA, and many prisoners were kept in stadiums. There were gallows around the White House. Even now in the KSA, for one anecdote, or for a simple denunciation, people are subjected to torture and life imprisonment.
  The girls-presidents and the general were asked for passes, and they went downstairs. The bunker was eighteen meters deep and was not designed for atomic bombing.
  The situation is something left from the previous owner. Edged weapons hung on the walls, hunting trophies, stuffed animals. Hermann Göring was an avid hunter and loved to eat pork. At a time, this mighty man devoured half a boar, after which he was given an enema.
  I let them into the office itself, it was spacious, but simply furnished. On the wall is a map of the world, as well as portraits in oil: Suvorov, Kutuzov, Brusilov, Nevsky, and the largest Zhukov.
  Marshal Vasilevsky himself is quite tall, taut, his hair touched with gray hair. As the girls remembered, before joining the Bolsheviks, he was a staff captain in the tsarist army. In general, he went down in history as one of the most talented strategists of the Second World War. Only Zhukov, Stalin and Vasilevsky had two Orders of Victory each. In addition, Vasilevsky for a long time after Zhukov's disgrace was the second man in the army after Stalin.
  The girls bowed slightly to the marshal. Vasilevsky smiled, on the table he lay, the familiar machine gun "Destroyer" - 1. He shook hands with the girls and said:
  - Very funny weapon! For the first time I hear such that the machine is talking.
  "Destroyer" - 1 replied:
  - All life happens for the first time: love, betrayal and murder.
  The marshal took it and remarked:
  How did he describe your adventures? We did not believe, but showed me the image. That's like a little movie.
  - It's a holographic image! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  Vasilevsky asked:
  - As you said!
  The red devil said:
  - Holographic! You don"t have this yet, but the video principle has already been invented!
  The marshal took it and said:
  - Oh sure! You are smart girls! And so cool! I've decided to give you a task!
  - And what? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  Vasilevsky, lowering his voice, said:
  - Somewhere in the Anders, and where it is a secret, the enemy has a warehouse with ammunition and fuel for all the western grouping of troops. So you could destroy it. This would greatly facilitate the liberation of Europe from the bonds of communism.
  Biden-Maria asked:
  - Didn't you fight on the side of the Bolsheviks?
  The marshal answered without embarrassment:
  - Just a month. And then I saw that they were destroying churches and hanging priests, and immediately turned away from them. At one time I also wanted to become a father. Marshal said.
  Putin-Yuliana remarked:
  - And there would be one less marshal, and more windbags.
  Vasilevsky was surprised:
  - And I see you an atheist!
  - My faith is based on logic and reason! - The red-haired girl answered.
  The marshal asked with a smile:
  - OK then! Do you believe in Darwin's theory of evolution?
  The red devil willingly agreed with this:
  - The most reasonable theory. This is especially noticeable in the confrontation between modern countries. The one who is stronger, smarter, tougher will win, and the weak will lose.
  Vasilevsky nodded.
  - I will not argue, but atheism is not encouraged here. Better hide it from others.
  Putin-Yuliana was indignant:
  - Why should I hide the truth and my views!
  The marshal replied with a sigh:
  - We associate atheism with communism. Therefore, it causes an intuitive rejection.
  - It's like a swastika with fascism! The Nazis didn't invent the swastika, but they screwed it up. - Said Biden-Maria. - And in general, atheism is logical idiocy - it does not explain anything, but it deprives a person of immortality!
  - Are you sure that a good uncle will give it, especially to you! Only he himself can make a man immortal! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  Vasilevsky slammed his fist on the table:
  - Okay! Stop arguing! There is a war going on and every second counts. Let's do the next one. Will you complete the task given to you?
  The blonde terminator answered confidently:
  - Of course, but we can bring no small benefit by talking about scientific achievements and new weapons.
  The Marshal said confidently:
  - You have already told enough, giving our designers work for many years. But now everything is decided in the coming days. It is necessary to provide a reliable springboard for an attack on England enslaved by the Reds. In addition, it is necessary to clear the territory of Belgium and Holland. Here the throw of our troops through the Anders to Paris is necessary. So that's the main thing today.
  Putin-Yuliana raised her hands:
  - We do not argue! We can't wait to fight and win! In addition, a computer can also transmit most of the information about weapons and technical features. It contains information even on secret developments, with the exception of those that have no analogues in the world at all. But trust me, that's enough.
  Vasilevsky asked:
  - Fine! And yet another question. Those stones that still affect you?
  The girls blurted out in chorus:
  We didn't check!
  The Marshal said sternly:
  - Then hurry up, we'll carry out the transfer to the rear in three hours. As far as I understand, you masterfully change your appearance.
  The red devil confirmed:
  - This is the main key to the success of an FSB agent.
  Vasilevsky asked with a squint:
  - FSB how to translate?
  Putin-Yuliana replied:
  - Federal Security Service.
  Marshal was surprised:
  - Is Russia a federation?
  The blonde terminator blurted out:
  - Formally yes!
  Vasilevsky confidently stated:
  - And we have a unitary empire! But it is also formal, since the positions of governors are elective. Well, Lieutenant General Vladislav Tereshkov will follow you. So check the effect of artifacts.
  Here the voice was given by the machine gun "Destroyer":
  - Would you like marshal, I'll tell you the story of the conquests of Alexander the Great or Suvorov.
  Marshal interrupted:
  - Next time!
  The machine insisted:
  - But about the Second World War, or Afghanistan.
  Vasilevsky said sternly:
  - Now I need to manage the troops. Take this weapon.
  It squeaked again:
  - I can turn on Pugacheva for you!
  Marshal of Russia roared:
  - No need! This Emelya Pugacheva. A rebel who did the right thing by being executed!
  The girls laughed, the comparison of the singer and chieftain looked comical!
  They quickly left the room. Tereshkov walked with them.
  - Looks like you made an impression on the marshal! What a difficult task he has given you.
  - Well, why is it difficult! We have experience in the mountains. Maria Biden said. - Yes, in general, just chatting, but doing nothing when atomic bombs are raining down on our Motherland, is a big crime.
  But you won't kill anyone! - Pinned Putin-Yulian. - Think about how you feel.
  - Deep satisfaction! The most glorious biblical king David was the bloodiest. And in general, there is no need to speculate on pacifism, even sheep will trample the wolf if he reads morality to them! - Said Biden-Maria.
  The red-haired vixen nodded.
  - And you've noticeably wised up.
  - A smart person always strives to grow, only a fool is satisfied with the previous level! The mind tends to improve its ideas, but stupidity is always constant!
  Added Maria Biden. Putin-Yuliana did not support the discussion. They went to the Mercedes and drove back. The chauffeur's eyes because of all the forces, demonstrating the power of the motor. Familiar houses rushed past, at the site of the bombardment, the fires had already been extinguished. It has already become evening. It was a short summer night. Biden Maria said:
  - So many events have fallen upon us in this world! It"s even scary to face what lies ahead.
  Putin-Yuliana voted:
  - By the way, Biden-Maria, one thing does not bother you. Quite a strange paradox!
  The blonde warrior asked:
  - What thing should bother me?
  The red-haired devil said with pathos:
  - In this universe, too, there is Orthodoxy and Christianity, there is a cross and Christ!
  Biden-Maria confidently answered:
  - Quite naturally! Where there is darkness, there is light!
  The red devil remarked:
  But here a paradox arises. The fact is that God is one and the Trinity is one. And there are many universes. So it turns out that Christ, being God the Son, incarnated many times in a human body, died and resurrected many times.
  The blonde whistled.
  - Well, Putin-Yuliana! Even if so, what is paradoxical here!
  The redhead giggled.
  - And it was at the same time!
  Biden-Maria confidently answered:
  Nothing is impossible for God! No wonder it is said that God is one in diversity. There is nothing strange here!
  Putin-Yuliana sarcastically replied:
  - Hell and heaven! All universes have it in common or different. Not to mention the fact that a Muslim has his own paradise, a Jew his own, a Buddhist in general knows what!
  "I"m so fed up with all these fruitless discussions that I won"t utter a word. - Biden-Maria fell silent and did not utter another sound all the way.
  The car drove to the former residence. The girls ran out and, accompanied by guards and Tereshkov, went to the rear for a test.
  Pebbles would be in place and flicker. Biden-Maria noted:
  - They are as warm as before, and the instructions say that the pebbles, having lost power, cool down.
  The redhead nodded.
  - So this is good! In another universe, the space is somewhat different, so there is nothing to be surprised at.
  Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana put on one "Armor" stone each - they retreated to a distance and shot themselves in the shield attached to their arm. The bullet deflected and hit the wall. Putin-Yuliana was delighted:
  - Works and works great!
  The blonde confirmed:
  - Yes, it seems that it has not weakened, now we will spray the ferromagnetic powder. It's more reliable.
  The girls did just that. Then they added, two stones, three. We tried the Obolensky assault rifle - 10. It almost did not differ from the AK. The cures shined through.
  But what especially pleased the girls was that the stones that gave them great strength and speed continued to act.
  - In them we are approaching Superman! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - And who is this? Tereshkov asked.
  The redhead confidently answered:
  - Movie hero, he became popular in the sixties. Generally a great guy. We are still far from it.
  - In beauty, you can compete with the goddesses. - The lieutenant general noted.
  The girls conducted several tests even on the large-caliber Golitsyn, and were generally satisfied. Although the decision to dance in front of a firing machine gun is generally insane, but what if it breaks? They fooled around a little and took up arms.
  - It's good that we replenished the ammunition load, we still have a lot of cartridges. - Biden-Maria was delighted.
  - In vain you poked your head under the "Golitsyn" - 5, you can immediately see the anti-aircraft machine gun. - The Destroyer machine gun told them.
  - But we are people, we decide! - Answered the girl Putin-Yuliana. And in general, life without risk is like soup without salt, and tea without sugar - maybe such asceticism prolongs existence, but makes every minute insipid!
  The lieutenant general noted:
  - The risk in this case is not justified. And in general, the fact that pebbles protect against a machine-gun bullet is nonsense.
  . CHAPTER #8
  Red Vixen noted:
  - Automated teacher is nonsense. If we go back, I'll advise you to ban guns, talk.
  Lieutenant General Tereshkov objected:
  - I also think you took an unjustified risk. After all, your life is of great value to the empire.
  The blonde terminator remarked:
  - Isn't our operation in the Anders an even greater adventure and risk?
  Tereshkov noted:
  - This is a necessary risk, which is fully justified by the highest duty, but here it is simply childish. In addition, the Golitsyn machine gun can also be redesigned to increase the effective range?
  Biden-Maria vigorously stated:
  - Of course you can! We have some more know-how in stock. We will generously share with you.
  Girls really were not greedy. They talked continuously, and then left the computer, explaining how to communicate with it.
  The blonde gladly explained:
  -Thus, you can read any information, here it has a volume of one thousand five hundred terabytes. This is about as much as one and a half billion thick volumes of a large encyclopedia can fit.
  - Wow! - Vladislav Tereshkov was surprised: a colossal amount of information!
  - And now we have to go! A second is like a bullet, you miss it, one will have to be caught up from the grave for all eternity! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The girls were loaded with artifacts, and grabbed all the devices of the special services. After that, four officers appeared who were supposed to escort them to the plane. Denis Polevoy suddenly appeared, he shouted to them:
  - I wish you good luck girls! They didn"t take me with you, they decided that I was too simple. Sometimes you even regret that you were born the old fashioned way, and not in a test tube.
  - Do not worry! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - In the next life you will be reproduced with the help of computer technology. You will be a cyber boy. Maybe even genius. As they say bright head, warm heart!
  The girls plunged into an armored car and, accompanied by motorcyclists, drove up to the underground airfield. The way was not long, but on the way the girls suddenly tried to fire. One of the motorcyclists fell, the rest lay down:
  - They won't let you get there! Biden-Maria said with annoyance.
  - Here you are on them and show your courage! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The girls jumped out of the armored personnel carrier and rushed at the enemies with the speed of a racing car. There were not many of them, about twenty in amphibious camouflage. A frontal attack, and even at such a speed, was a complete surprise for them:
  - What it is? - The commander with a Negro physiognomy croaked in bad English.
  - Maybe beagle dogs! - Answered his partner, swarthy Asian.
  They opened fire belatedly as the girls, brandishing daggers, burst into their ranks.
  - It's a bastard for us to waste such expensive cartridges on you! - Said Biden-Maria. - With we save them for more worthy contenders.
  Putin-Yuliana hit the soldier in the chest with a roundabout, he flew off stumbling on the bayonet-knife of his partner. Then he squealed loudly:
  Help, they're killing me!
  Putin-Yuliana demolished with strong boots, two heads at once, and stabbed two more with daggers. Not far behind her, Biden-Maria cut off three heads one after another. And when two black Yankees rushed at her with bayonets, she jumped up. Mighty commandos pierced each other.
  - Communism didn't make you smarter. Maria Biden said.
  The girls threw their daggers right in the chest of the enemies, hitting four more, did somersaults and pulled out their weapons, soaking the rest. The girls dodged bullets, they didn"t even need artifacts. In the end, only one commander remained on his feet, and also blacks. The girls twisted his arms at once.
  - Nu that, what pleasure?
  He hummed incoherently in response. In general, it was clear, surrenders. Thus, in a minute, the girls killed twenty elite commandos with their bare hands, and captured another. The African American was dragged to the motorcyclists. Of the six people, two were injured. One is easy in the hand, the second is hard in the leg and stomach, and even crashed while falling from a motorcycle. Biden-Maria jumped up to him and injected drugs.
  The blonde confidently stated:
  - He will live, and even fight!
  An enthusiastic response:
  - Fine! We believe you!
  - Deliver the prisoner to the secret police. There he will be scrupulously interrogated. - Said Putin-Yuliana. "Perhaps this attack was no accident. Somewhere there is a mole.
  - Who is the mole? the officer asked.
  - A mole is a spy, in slang. - Answered the girl-president. - The spy digs, and the mole undermines.
  - It's a pun to undermine - and undermine! - Noticed his colleague. - Very witty I remember him.
  The girls got into the armored car and drove on. In principle, it was easier for them to run to the airfield, but it would attract additional attention. And so we stopped as bars.
  The underground airfield was carefully camouflaged, a grove grew on top, the entrance was to the side, under the guise of a children's house, and they drove into it. For landing, they chose a light jet fighter "bloodworm". It was transparent to the color of the blue sky, a special form invisible to radars, and even gave off smoke. In a way, he was the perfect scout. It was operated by only one pilot. The girls examined the plane.
  - It's like a monoplane! Maria Biden said. - You can fly.
  - There is something from a helicopter in this design! - Invented by the department together with Sikorsky. - Said the instructor.
  - Bravo! - Said Putin-Yulina. - Sikorsky did not leave for the KSA.
  The scientist shook his head.
  - You're not an idiot. There scientists are kept in special concentration camps. They are forced to work for soldering stale bread, for avoiding nightly beatings or landing in a cell with criminals. There are practically no scientists left at large, everyone is on a sharashka.
  - In the USSR, earlier under Stalin, many scientists also sat on a sharashka. This is quite progressive, the inventors are busy with their work, and are not distracted by drinking, fornication, games, and so on. They force them to live and spend the night at the table. Biden-Maria answered .
  The instructor nodded.
  - An interesting idea, but now you have to fight with Stalin's eagles.
  - But we have rocket artillery. - Said Putin-Yuliana. - And we will give the enemy so hard that it will not seem enough to him.
  The scientist confirmed:
  - Yes, quite recently they developed the "Downpour" -2 system - it sweeps everything away with a kind of jet rain. But so far we have few such installations.
  - And now let's sit down, in a special swing, we'll pull it off with our tongue, we've flown into the underworld! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  Girls former presidents waved their hands. Get into the fighter jet. Now they had to go around the front line. The car took off smoothly, the doors parted to let them through. "Motyl" spread its wings and popped up. Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana watched what was happening on earth. Lights were visible, it was almost completely dark. The lights, however, were, as a rule, false bonfires, blackout was in effect.
  The girls were all interested in what a parallel world looks like. Maybe there is something unusual in it.
  - While the whole building is standard and already seen. Not such a big difference from our universe. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - However, the stars are different! - Biden-Maria said, looking at the sky. - Slightly different, not like our luminaries.
  The red devil nodded in agreement.
  - Yes, I see, I must say that the universes do not have to be completely parallel.
  There is a slight difference in the tension of the particles, even modern science has discovered that the anti-worlds are not quite similar to our world at the micro level. That is, there is a mirror aberration. Here, for example, some reactions can proceed more strongly, while others are weaker. Even thermonuclear, differences in critical mass.
  The blonde agreed.
  - Quite possible! In general, many things in the new world should be different from ours.
  The fiery warrior remarked:
  - But you will not deny that Biden-Maria that different Gods can exist. Each universe has multiple creators. Moreover, the boundaries of the universe have not been clarified, as well as their mechanisms.
  - Theoretical calculations say: it is believed that the universe is about twenty to thirty billion light years in size. And the stars in it are from fifty to one hundred sextillions. Biden-Maria noted . - The truth is, for example, an interesting theory that a photon also has mass and is under the influence of gravity. And from the star, it flies not in a perfect straight line, but in a slightly curved orbit. That is, distant stars, we see, not as they are, but at a curved, shifted angle. And in the end, the photon, having traveled billions of light years, if he is lucky enough not to be absorbed, returns back to his starting point.
  Putin-Yuliana said with a grin:
  - During this time, the star itself will move hundreds of light years.
  Biden-Maria readily confirmed:
  - Certainly! But a similar principle explains why our sky is black, and not bright from many stars, and secondly, it is clear what causes the redshift - the Doppler effect.
  And added with a smile:
  - In this case, the universe can be infinite.
  - Certainly! Imagine a limitless universe with amazing possibilities. - Putin-Yuliana rolled her eyes.
  - It doesn't really change anything! Whether the universe is finite or not, whether it is alone or there are an infinite number of them, this will not affect church dogmas in any way. Biden-Maria shook her head. - Logically, you still cannot prove the appearance of the universe without God.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - Well, the Bible is the best alternative! It does not even have an unequivocal relationship to murder. And in general, the dogma of the Trinity has not been proven. Jesus is always lower than God the Father, and never once is called God the Son. And there were practically no prayers to Christ: except for a couple of appeals, and they don"t pray to the Holy Spirit at all. In general, Biden-Maria can still be believed in the Creator, but the fact that the Infinite Mind gave its revelation through the Bible, which can be interpreted and which is interpreted in different ways, never. Yes, even in the Orthodox Church there is no unity on many issues. Some, for example, believe in the ordeal of the soul, others do not. The attitude to icons, holy water, candles is ambiguous, well, I don"t speak of Protestants.
  Biden-Maria noted energetically:
  - An atheist will find a thousand reasons to destroy his soul, and not a single clue to save! Your Putin-Yulian delusion is based on the fact that you think that God owes you, but in fact we owe him.
  Putin-Yuliana asked:
  - And why do you think that God does not owe us. There is the concept of parental duty and sheerness of the strong before the weak, the wise before the stupid. And at least the explanation of what God wants should be clear. After all, when you give rules to children, you need to prescribe them clearly without ambiguity.
  The blonde commented:
  - There are clear ten commandments!
  The red-haired she-devil noticed:
  - Of which the second - do not make yourself an idol, the fourth - remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy, the sixth - do not kill! And the Orthodox Church clearly does not observe these commandments. The same worship of icons, the relics of saints, or in recent times, when the church offered to pray for God and Stalin. Well, they forgot about Saturday.
  Biden-Maria winced. She was extremely displeased that Orthodoxy was being criticized, and even from a Protestant standpoint. But the girl was not a theologian, did not read treatises and was used to being guided by logic. And here, in fact, there is nothing to argue, indeed, even the ten commandments, the only part of the Bible, written by the Almighty God himself, is not observed.
  Thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of enemy fighters. They raced across the sky. The plane, however, flew almost silently, there was a chance to slip through. Putin-Yuliana was distracted by the appearance of man-made vultures.
  The red devil said:
  - They even have a frightening view. Something from a hawk, or rather a pterodactyl, is visible in order to intimidate the pilots.
  - Actually, the best shape is streamlined, and these menacing overshoots only slow down the speed. - Said the pilot.
  - Agree! - Putin-Yuliana chuckled. - NATO, as always, is vykabluchivaetsya.
  The pilot corrected:
  - Not NATO, but KOS. Communist Defense Alliance. So these powers call their pack.
  The red-haired she-devil asked curiously:
  - Do we have any allies?
  The pilot confirmed:
  - Yes, Norway, Sweden, the Balkan countries. They, however, got it during the nuclear bombings. In particular, Oslo is said to have been demolished from the face of the Earth.
  Putin-Yuliana philosophically remarked:
  - It's terrible, but generally natural. In war, the weakest are punished first.
  - The weak pay for everything, the strong win, and the cunning enjoy the fruits of victory!
  - Agreed with this Biden-Maria.
  Cannonade rumbled beneath them. Not too intense, but still quite noticeable. Despite the darkness, the girls saw the movement of tank columns. American tanks were large, had several towers. Armored personnel carriers also moved, some of them quite long, with machine-gun nests on the armor.
  There were also motorcycles and mobile trucks. In general, the enemy army is not badly equipped with equipment. Visible, for example, mortars and self-propelled howitzers. Here is one self-propelled gun weighing at least three hundred tons, it has two howitzers of two hundred and seventy millimeters.
  - A system adapted specifically for breaking trenches and fortifications. - Said Biden-Maria.
  - Do you see all this? - The pilot was surprised.
  - What's wrong with that? We have pretty eyes. - Putin-Yuliana narrowed her eyes.
  Here in the air they seem to have noticed two fighters. That's how it seems to have happened
  Capricious fortune wanted to send the girls new trials. They immediately moved towards them. Putin-Yuliana and Biden-Maria unanimously took out grenades.
  They exclaimed in chorus:
  - It's time to get rid of them.
  Opening the door with lightning speed, they threw the "goodies" into the planes. The maneuver is risky, as they approached, and even opened fire. In general, shooting down a large two-seat fighter with a grenade is nonsense, and who would do such a thing. But the girls wanted to check exactly what had not happened before in practice. Are they capable of hitting a fast-moving target, and not just a clumsy tank.
  Cumulative grenades hit the armor, exploded, and the fighters were shot down. They literally split in half, destroying the pilots in the cockpit. At the same time, the ammunition detonated. Fragments of cars began to fall down.
  Biden-Maria remarked with a sigh:
  Well, here we are. Now a whole pack of vultures will fly here. Maybe even a hundred. So I'm dumping you. If you shoot down the best Sokol fighter - 4 with grenades, then somehow you will reach your destination.
  "Of course you have to leave!" - Agreed Putin-Yuliana. - And we will calculate the base on our own.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Drop us faster.
  The girls used a lightweight model of a parachute, and dismissed it only near the ground itself. And so they fell down. They experienced a similar state, but only in training conditions, and in combat it was a curiosity. Enjoy the fall, there was no time. The landing was quite hard, but the scouts took him on half-bent legs. Almost immediately, as they felt the tension of the parachute straps, a blow to the grass followed. However, the girls jumped up at once, there were trees growing all around, and they had to hurry. Suddenly, a raid begins. The grass underfoot was ordinary, there were a few cones lying around. An owl hooted in the distance.
  Biden-Maria asked Putin-Yuliana:
  - Well, what ideas!
  Redhead stated:
  - Let's get out on the road and get the form and documents there.
  The blonde exclaimed:
  - Sounds confident!
  Squeak in response:
  - But justified!
  Two girls ran through the forest, jumped out onto the road.
  - Risky Putin-Yuliana, let's lay down. Maria Biden said.
  We'll be in ambush like two tigresses. - Confirmed the scout-redhead.
  The girls hid in rare bushes. At least it was not a deep rear, the enemy was not yet accustomed to dealing with partisans. This partly explained some negligence in guarding.
  The road is quite wide. It was clear that cars were sliding on it. There are columns of trucks, armored personnel carriers, infantry fighting vehicles, and also, less often, cars and motorcycles.
  It took time to wait for the victim. Biden-Maria asked Putin-Yuliana:
  - Do you think America benefited from communist rule?
  The red-haired warrior exclaimed:
  - I think yes! Just imagine, such a rich country on the eve of World War II had only four hundred tanks. And the USSR is twenty-three thousand six hundred. What does this say!
  Enemies chatting: in the USSR,
  Empty shelves, no sausages!
  And under the influence of problems
  The folk spirit has long gone out!
  But we make rockets
  And blocked the Yenisei!
  In the theater, in the field of ballet
  We are ahead of the planet!
  Putin-Yuliana slightly distorted the text of a famous song:
  - In short, America was finally able to rebuild the economy on a war footing. Now Stalin will squeeze all the veins out of the country, and win the war. And if he loses, he will snap like a beast.
  The blonde remarked hopefully:
  - Almost all of his commanders are African Americans. This inspires hope, since Black is not very good at command!
  The redhead replied:
  - Different, there are types among them! If anything, we may well disguise ourselves as African Americans. Look, it seems, two scumbags are rolling.
  Indeed, having slightly spread, two negritos rode. They chatted about baseball.
  - And my serve is stronger.
  - I'll do better!
  Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana quickly removed them from silent guns. We ran out onto the highway and picked up the falling guys. They sat them on their shoulders, taking the motorcycles aside.
  Just in time. A convoy appeared on the road, and there was a risk that they might notice. However, Putin-Yuliana and Biden-Maria chose a good mound. They were lucky, the Negroes turned out to be officers, a senior lieutenant and a captain. The girls changed their appearance by applying makeup. Now they can no longer be distinguished from black officers, they have given a complete resemblance to muzzles.
  - And we are spies! Maria Biden said. - Able to change masks.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - Now we need to get farther into Andorra.
  The blonde yelled:
  - That's where we're going! Straight down the road.
  Putin-Yuliana exclaimed:
  - We don't really need to stop in a town called Rage by the communists.
  - We must act bolder Biden-Maria, we have very little time!
  Courage adorns the resourceful, the will of the good, and the strength of the just! - answered the girl with blond hair.
  They rode at the tail of the column, then increased their speed. Their motorcycles gave great speed. In particular, these were the latest "October" -6, capable of accelerating up to two hundred kilometers. A column of IS-7 tanks, large three-turrets, and a six-turret Vladimir Lenin drove past the girls. The last tank is a real monster, not a single bridge can withstand such a thug. True, this machine had one know-how, it could be divided into three parts. When they crossed the bridge, the tank parted, the towers parted, and three tracks moved to the sides. The process itself took time. Putin-Yuliana liked this, she exclaimed:
  - It's a funny move. And they say that only Jews and oligarchs cannot share!
  Biden-Maria replied:
  - Nothing special! The solidity of the armor suffers from this. If you accurately hit with a grenade, the tank will split.
  Putin-Yuliana exclaimed:
  - Probably winning in one losing in another.
  The blonde said:
  - But these annoying anomalies are not. Resting from adventure.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - You know Biden-Maria, sometimes I miss the zone. There is also life. Although, to be honest, from infancy I dreamed of being in a world war. It's an amazing feeling when you can kill yourself as much as you can.
  - War is a test for the smart, tempering for the strong, fun for fools! Biden-Maria noted. - That is, everyone gets something from her.
  The fire devil nodded.
  - And decently has!
  Mountains appeared, the famous Anders. At one time, General Mainstein suggested to Hitler an ingenious plan that allowed him to defeat the armies of four mighty powers: Great Britain, France, Belgium, Holland. In a month and a half, the Germans defeated the Allied forces, superior to them in technology and numbers, capturing four million one hundred thousand prisoners! Hitler achieved impressive success. And in the winter of the forty-fourth - forty-fifth year, he repeated the counterattack.
  Now for this key point and the struggle unfolded. In Western Europe, most of the population is not satisfied with militarization, terror, bestial living conditions under the red regime. Many people remember that even so long ago the shelves were full of goods, and a simple worker could buy a car on credit. Now everything has gone to the needs of the Red Army. So the defeat of the American-European troops could provoke an anti-communist revolt.
  Biden-Maria drew attention to this.
  - Now it is extremely important who will seize the initiative!
  - I agree: to have the initiative means to have an advantage: to have an advantage means to win, and victory will lead to peace!
  "Peace is just a respite before war!" - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria thought it best not to argue. She drew attention to a special village by which they were passing. Each house has a red flag, several huge posters with Stalin and a very small portrait of the black General Secretary of France.
  In general, after equatorial Africa received equal voting rights, the French became a minority. Both Arabs and Negroes added weight. However, among them, not everything was so clear. The active atheistic policy of the communists scared away devout Muslims. This is also not a sin to use.
  True, the Africans most zealously supported Lenin's slogan "Rob the loot!"
  As for Stalin, he was a cult of cults, even a dollar had his portraits. On some banknotes, Stalin rode a horse, on others he saddled a tank, or a camel. Orders flaunted on the uniforms of Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana. They also depict Stalin, Lenin, and Abraham Lincoln. In general, the girls dressed up, with rubbish: the medals were made of bronze and only Stalin's silver.
  So they went, the road gradually went up. There is a checkpoint on the bridge. It is concreted and well reinforced, adapted to all-round protection. They, however, are not stopped, they were only illuminated by a searchlight. Apparently black faces inspire confidence. Putin-Yuliana remarked:
  - Blacks and Arabs are the most prolific race on earth. But you can't say the same about Russians. When the war is over, I will definitely try to get pregnant. Our children are born more viable than people, but a little less rapidly growing guys, maybe four at once. There will be soldiers for new wars.
  Biden-Maria objected, and sang the tune:
  The Slavs must conquer the world,
  But with the heart, not with nuclear war!
  Pure and merciful Russia Rat,
  Rise as an invincible country!
  
  We bring a bright light to Orthodoxy,
  Glorious victories under the face of God!
  I fight with a cruel enemy at night, during the day -
  Let our deeds be sung
  
  It happened to my holy Motherland,
  Experience terrible suffering!
  And even tears pour from the eyes,
  When such evil trials!
  
  The Almighty generously distributes gifts,
  Russia has become powerful and beautiful!
  Wingspan we strive to fly,
  The sunset of heaven lit up the vault with a thread of satin!
  The red-haired she-devil aggressively remarked:
  And what is the meaning of these verses. Something I do not understand you Biden-Maria. Maybe you think that all the countries of the world can be conquered by the cross.
  The religious blonde spoke enthusiastically:
  Didn't Jesus Christ do that? Not with a sword, but with his immortal feat, he conquered billions.
   Biden-Maria again declared, quietly enough that the soldiers did not hear her, of the enemy, but the sensitive ears of Putin-Yuliana caught it.
  God made a holy atonement
  And gave sinners a chance to breathe!
  Christ did not seek revenge for his death,
  Having risen, he pointed the way to salvation!
  Putin-Yuliana only whistled in response. She looked around. Here you can see the high voltage line. The wires hum, birds land on them. Where can the central warehouse be? Well, of course not in the middle of nowhere, the delivery of supplies should be regular and fast.
  The redhead suggested:
  - I suggest Biden-Maria capture and interrogate the general. Best of all from special forces. This will be much easier than scouring.
  The blonde terminator noted:
  - Well, of course, there will be generals, if only we did not raise a fuss earlier. And you agree about Christ.
  - Stupidity surpasses wisdom in the number of carriers, and is not inferior in the effectiveness of the impact! - Said Putin-Yuliana
  - You're right, you noticed! - Said Biden-Maria. - Only the delusion of the believer is only the loss of illusion, the delusion of the atheist is the loss of eternal life! So I risk nothing, and you Putin-Yuliana can lose everything.
  - The promises of Christ are worth no more than the communication of the blue fairy or the old man Hottabych. - Said the red-haired girl. - In general, in our religious discussion we go in circles. Maybe we'd better talk about strategy.
  The blonde remarked with admiration:
  - Everything is so clear to me. We find out where the most important boss is and remove the interrogation from him. It will not turn out we are looking for a larger commander. It will be necessary, we will hang the President of France by the scrotum.
  - That's the last sentence I like the most. - Approved by Putin-Yulian. - In general, you see the pointer to Rage is only ten kilometers away.
  Biden-Maria stated:
  - They have kilometers, not miles, at least in this communism has benefited the West.
  The red-haired warrior willingly confirmed:
  - Probably! In principle, the system was not bad. Nevertheless, the USSR ranked second in the world in terms of industrial production and national income. In addition, there was even a shortage of labor resources. The whole world is already inclined to believe that there is a rational grain in Marx's ideas.
  The blonde saint agreed with this:
  - I read fantasy. Especially Efremov. There are many smart ideas, but he still did not make people immortal!
  Putin-Yuliana confidently stated:
  - Who knows?! Only experimentally it is possible to check whether you and I are immortal. And we are risking our lives.
  Biden-Maria exclaimed:
  - As always! Who does not take risks does not drink champagne with black caviar and bites vodka with sprats!
  The redhead nodded vigorously.
  - Correct remark.
  Motorcyclists drove up to the town. Here at the checkpoint they were asked for documents. Biden-Maria slipped them casually.
  Putin-Yuliana even quipped:
  - I get out of the wide pants, a duplicate of valuable cargo!
  The officer at the entrance to the rhyme answered.
  - There is only one month left before the revival of the union!
  Biden-Maria remarked:
  - Russians know how to fight! Although they do not have Stalin!
  The officer supported the mood:
  - This is the Colorado Zhukov, it will be smeared on the glass.
  The girls laughed rough African laughter. Putin-Yuliana asked:
  - Where can I find a hotel?
  Sure Answer:
  - For officers, "White Butterfly" is best suited. By the way, there are such cool girls.
  The redhead giggled.
  - We guess! White?
  The officer confirmed:
  - Basically yes!
  Putin-Yuliana aggressively stated:
  - All the better! In pale girls, fantasy works well. And we will come to Russia and have fun at all.
  Followed with laughter:
  - I want to have some fun.
  The officer bowed and the girls drove on. Biden-Maria noticed.
  - It is strange that under the communists prostitution is legal.
  The red-haired she-devil was not surprised:
  - During the war, both Stalin and Hitler legalized it. Men have the concept of spermotoxicosis, attraction prevents waging war.
  The blonde asked in surprise:
  - Do you have Putin-Yuliana?
  The fire warrior nodded.
  - I would not refuse a man! With Denis, the moment of bliss was so short, I only finished once.
  Biden-Maria logically said:
  - Yes, it remains only to sympathize!
  Putin-Yuliana, baring her teeth, ironically asked:
  - Me or Denis?
  The hotel for officers is neat, there are guards at the entrance. They also demanded documents, checked the names. Then, already on the stairs, a campaigner, a fair-skinned boy, approached them and asked cunningly:
  - Here is Colonel Shur Obama, if there is money, he can invite me to play poker. Drinks at his expense.
  The red devil asked:
  - Sounds seductive Biden-Maria.
  The blonde cooed:
  - I understand Putin-Yulian. There, of course, they will try to undress us. But we're cool.
  The fiery warrior blurted out:
  - It doesn't get any better!
  The blond warrior blurted out:
  - Let's play then!
  The girls exchanged eloquent glances. Biden-Maria remarked:
  - And I thought Stalin had more order.
  Putin-Yuliana giggled:
  - In the Soviet army, they also played for money. Even Zhukov was not a saint and appropriated part of the German trophies. And the Germans, despite their vaunted discipline, stole a lot. The treasure of General Rommel has not yet been found. There are tons of gold, silver, platinum looted from half of Africa.
  The blonde agreed.
  - KSA is still the richest country in the world. Huge resources, industrial potential, factories for the production of equipment. This is a great power, which now we have to break it off.
  The female presidents went to the colonel's room. The rooms looked too sloppy, plastic bottles of beer and whiskey were lying around. The room itself is smoky. Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana winced, their sensitive noses are torture. Yes, and the colonel himself pretty stink. Also an African with a small admixture of Indian blood, and a very unpleasant face.
  The redhead muttered:
  - Yes, it looks like you have to play with a pig?
  The blonde squeaked:
  - No with a boar!
  Two of the colonel's companions were yellow, one was African. Seeing that his fellow girls in disguise were black, the rough expression on his face softened.
  - Well, what do you have to play?
  The warriors squeaked:
  - Certainly! We're like wild geese.
  The African doubted
  - Yah! Which is not very healthy!
  - And what do you want to fight on your hands! - Offered Putin-Yuliana. - I'm ready to show my strength!
  The brute nodded.
  - A hundred dollars agree!
  - Let's go two hundred, so that there is something to strain for! - Offered a girl with a red suit.
  He growled:
  - If you have.
  Putin-Yuliana carelessly tossed two hundred-dollar bills with a portrait of Stalin.
  It was evident how the colonel's eyes lit up, looking at a thick bundle of banknotes.
  The redhead muttered:
  - Well, will you?
  Shout in response:
  - Let's!
  The African's arm was sixty centimeters thick, with an excess of fat. Putin-Yuliana seemed puny compared to him, but the impression was deceptive.
  The African shifted his hand, ready to collapse with all his weight.
  Three of his companions surrounded the table. Putin-Yuliana chuckled.
  The enemy twitched, leaning in with his whole mass. He pressed hard with his carcass. He tore off his elbow by one and a half centners. Putin-Yuliana took him to the lever, having withstood the onslaught. Then she turned and began to press the enemy. He even howled in pain when the girl sprained his ligament.
  - Wow! What is your name?
  The redhead confidently answered:
  - Billy! And cool Billy.
  He muttered:
  - You're a cool guy. Is your partner strong too?
  - You can try. Biden-Maria suggested.
  In response, an exhausted groan:
  - No, I will not! So, the hand is no longer active.
  "Maybe we can exchange blows with him?" Asian suggested.
  - You can , only due to the offensive in the hospital there will be too many wounded. You don't feel comfortable lying there. Maria Biden said.
  The Asian squinted.
  - And you?
  The blonde aggressively stated:
  - Maybe we'll try to arrange a duel, who will have a chance.
  The Colonel shook his head.
  - No need! I don't want you to be smeared by Choi Li. Let's better the next one, you will break the boards. Whoever does it better wins.
  Choi's eyes lit up.
  - Certainly! It will be better this way. Let's fight on the boards.
  The blonde chuckled.
  - They don't give back.
  The Asian howled:
  - True, but they fuck like a woman.
  Biden-Maria nodded.
  - What do you prepare a log.
  Choi roared:
  - In addition, I have a black belt in karate and I fight well on nunchucks.
  - What can we try? - Biden-Maria offered him a duel.
  Choi Li took out a kind of chain for threshing wheat.
  - Well, I'll try this! Biden-Maria took two bundled smoked sausages from the table.
  The officers laughed.
  - This is going to be fun.
  Choi Li started twirling the nunchaku around his torso, turning his arms over in a complicated manner. Unable to resist, the black belt holder took a step towards Biden-Maria and tried to hit her in the chin with a nunchuck. She was on the alert intercepting the blow, the warhead of the weapon with her palm. Choi closed his eyes, not expecting to be disarmed so quickly.
  - Yeah, you just...
  The blonde terminator chirped:
  - Now I'm going to beat you. But not nunchuck, you don't deserve it, but this one.
  Biden-Maria quickly-quickly swirled the sausage. There was a blow to the temple, then to the jaw. Choi did not have time to parry the blows only sluggishly, waving his foot. After another blow to the neck, the yellow-skinned one finally collapsed.
  The blonde chirped:
  - Well, Choi, how are you feeling?
  The Colonel rolled his eyes.
  - You beat him with sausage?
  Biden-Maria nodded.
  - What was at hand. In addition , that pork sausage, it harmonizes perfectly with this body.
  The commander was surprised:
  - Do you know that Choi Li really has a black belt in karate and a division champion in hand-to-hand combat.
  - I beat the champion? Nice to hear! Biden-Maria agreed.
  The Colonel nodded.
  - So that's what you guys need to introduce to the lieutenant general of the secret police, Ronald Winter. He has been looking for tough guys for special assignments for a long time.
  The blonde asked
  - Isn't he in charge of counterintelligence in the Anders?
  The commander nodded.
  - Yes, he is. A big shot and knows many secrets. By the way, he loves to torture women. If you catch him a spy, he will generously thank you.
  The redhead giggled.
  - And that there are spies on every corner.
  The Colonel chuckled.
  - You were born yesterday. After all, you can just throw evidence to some woman. Remove the pillar and throw up the camera with pictures. Well, why not a spy.
  The blonde asked
  - Did you do that?
  The commander nodded.
  - A few times until I received a thrashing from Ronald Winter. He told me that for every five fake spies there should be at least one real one. In addition, a relative of one of the influential communists fell under a false denunciation, which resulted in a scandal.
  Putin-Yuliana said impatiently:
  - Well, shall we play?
  The Colonel muttered:
  - Bring Choi to your senses.
  The girl bared her teeth.
  - It's a matter of five seconds.
  A couple of slaps on the nerve centers and the Asian came to his senses. He closed his eyes stupidly. It was evident that he did not understand what had happened to him.
  - You've been thrashed! - Said the colonel. - It turned out to be a Chinese chop.
  - Xiao! Choi replied and bowed. - And you are strong: black sensei.
  Biden-Maria bowed:
  - Let's keep fighting!
  Asian objected:
  - No, I have four children. Besides, I want to survive this war.
  The blonde asked sarcastically:
  - You don't believe in heaven?
  - Only Stalin can grant immortality. - Choi puffed out his chest. - They say that he is able to fly.
  Biden-Maria chuckled.
  - Birds also fly, but mortals.
  Asian puffed up:
  - What do you mean by that?
  The blonde said emphatically:
  - Man is the crown of nature and the future belongs to him. He is above all, and no one can curb him.
  Choi cooed:
  - I agree! And now if you're unlucky in a fight, maybe you'll be lucky in cards.
  Biden-Maria nodded.
  - Let's take a chance, it will be interesting.
  Six of them played the complex game "Tents", while, as the scouts noticed, the cards turned out to be marked, marked in the corners. However, this only made things easier. In "Tent" there are complex combinations, you need to know the sequence of cards. Not only luck plays a role here, but calculation. The girls won the first game. The Colonel turned pale as he looked at the game monsters.
  - Well, you give!
  When the girls diplomatically blew the second batch, he relaxed, began to wink at his partners.
  The scouts won two in a row, lowered one. We must still give the enemy to believe that he has a chance. Then they began to spin, again won two. After which the colonel suggested raising the stakes.
  - Perfectly tired of small fry. Biden-Maria agreed.
  The female presidents won again, they allowed a breather. Rolled three unanswered goals into the opponent's goal. Putin-Yuliana whistled:
  - So you can stay without pants?
  - I am straight"! - Colonel answered.
  The redhead answered sincerely:
  - Mutually! Maybe raise the stakes?
  The commander squeaked:
  - No need!
  The girls allowed another loss, allowing their opponents to revive a little. Well, then the hard pressure began. Apparently Putin-Yuliana is fed up with card liberalism.
  In the end, the girls emptied the pockets of the clients, and the colonel pleaded.
  - Enough! You are ruining me. Let's go small.
  The redhead grinned:
  - Do you have?
  - There is not! Ruined!
  The Asian drew a pistol:
  - Well, all the money back! You put out cash.
  Biden-Maria hit him on the arm, dislodging the weapon. From the blow, the enemy's hand turned blue and swollen, and the fighting spirit was asleep.
  The Colonel threw up his hands.
  - Do not do it this way! These are our people.
  Putin-Yuliana gave him a victorious look and suggested:
  - Well, you're going to play in debt.
  The Colonel shook his head.
  - I don't want to go broke. But if you want, I can provide a service.
  The redhead frowned.
  - What?
  Colonel about gurgled:
  - I'll put you in touch with Lieutenant General Ronald Winter. He is in some respects more important than the marshal. Help you make a career. You are young guys and do not want to become cannon fodder.
  Putin-Yuliana sincerely smiled, such a great success.
  - What a great idea. Introduce us to him right now.
  The commander noted:
  - It's actually too late!
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - And you know the night is the best time for a counterintelligence officer.
  The Colonel nodded.
  - You're right. He is an owl.
  The blonde muttered:
  - And you're his agent, you're also in touch.
  The commander croaked:
  - To have to survive. I see you very rich and smart lads. Can you forgive me a thousand bucks?
  - Okay! Biden-Maria said generously. - We're still making money. For one, we will return two mowers to your partners.
  They were obviously delighted, although the Asian nervously rubbed his dislocated arm. They smiled flatteringly.
  - You are the coolest guys in the entire American army.
  - Naturally! - Biden-Maria even read poems full of irony.
  My America is a great country
  The whole world is shaking, seeing the power of the state!
  The best one in the whole universe
  She eclipsed the Sun with the brilliance of her glory!
  The commandos applauded. They really liked the Biden-Mary couplets.
  - Indeed, our Motherland is super. The colonel said. As the hymn says:
  Stalin lives in my heart
  So that we do not know sadness ...
  Luckily the door was opened
  The stars were shining above us!
  
  You have replaced God for us,
  Above all in the universe!
  You look strictly from the portrait,
  Glory is covered with imperishable!
  Biden-Maria was disgusted to listen to, especially when Stalin is compared to God himself. She interrupted them:
  - We need to hurry. What if Ronald goes to sleep. And we eyes clap, clap.
  - I agree, I'll take you. - Colonel unexpectedly briskly jumped out of the room. The girls followed him. They, too, were eager to meet Ronald. Such a person must know a lot. Despite the impressive dimensions, the colonel descended rather quickly and pointed to an armored car.
  - For me, it is better than "Victory". Much more spacious and better armor.
  The redhead said:
  - And how driving performance. I hope frisky?
  The officer confirmed:
  - No worse than a motorcycle. The motor was taken from a cavalry tank.
  . CHAPTER #9
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - Simple cavalry does not require gasoline. Ate grass and jumped.
  The Colonel agreed.
  - Yes, we have problems with the delivery of gasoline. It has to be carried on tankers across the ocean. And there is a lot of technology, it devours it specifically.
  The red-haired vixen asked:
  - Have you tried to produce from coal?
  The officer shrugged.
  - Like the Germans! It's a complicated process, and besides, we have enough oil in Texas and Alaska. So for now, we've got it.
  The armored car moved, it walked, cutting through the air with its sharp nose. The wheels plopped into a puddle, raising muddy spray. The car climbed up the slopes, coniferous and deciduous trees grew along the edges. But there was a castle from the late Middle Ages. Pretty high walls, but the moat fell asleep, and the windows are quite wide. On top are five-barreled American machine guns, in the amount of six pieces, a complete device for firing. There are even a couple of mortars; in general, the castle is adapted for all-round defense.
  The security is decent, at the entrance they meet with bulldogs. The animals growl in displeasure. The colonel presented the documents, and after him: Biden-Maria and Putin- Yuliana. They behaved quite, naturally, and did not arouse suspicion.
  Biden-Maria, without even flinching, dragged on her cigar. She was taught to smoke, although she did not experience pleasure. In general, a stupid habit, but a scout must be able to do everything. And since the feeling that the mouth is full of shit, it is better, perhaps, even to make a blowjob.
  At the entrance, they were forced to hand over their weapons, but the bead-shaped artifacts were left behind.
  - You have good stones. - Noticed the guard officer.
  - This is our talisman. Biden-Maria answered.
  Putin-Yuliana added:
  It's the way it is in our tribe.
  Roar in response:
  - Then come on! In general, you are exotic guys.
  Inside the castle reigned order and cleanliness. The old portraits were varnished. The masters are not very famous, but skillful. One picture of a naked woman holding out an apple to a lion appealed to Biden-Maria:
  - Satan is often compared to a lion, and here a woman seduces the devil.
  - A woman is the devil! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - Because it has a special nature - sinful and holy! Longing for shadow and light.
  - A woman's flesh is in darkness, her soul is in light, and her thoughts are in disarray! - Said Biden-Maria.
  The officer accompanying them nodded.
  - You seem to have studied at Harvard?
  The warriors squeaked:
  - Quite possible! We have a great school.
  Biden-Maria drew attention to the moans.
  - What is it?
  The officer growled:
  - The spy was caught. Rather, a spy. Our boss personally interrogates only women and children. And then not all, but only the white race. It is a great pleasure for him.
  The scouts entered a large specially furnished office, at the entrance and let the guards through. General Ronald Winter, wearing dark glasses, walked behind thick glass. However, it was immediately clear that this guy was not an African. There was something like an Indian or an Australian about him. Hair, curled into a pigtail, by the way, is red, and it made an impression. However, Ronald was just conducting an interrogation. A naked, curvaceous woman hung on a rack. On her rather light body, only slightly touched by a tan, bruises and stripes from blows were visible. She moaned softly, it was evident that she had no strength for loud cries. Ronald was putting a cigar to her pink nipples. The woman flinched at the touch and let out a moan. Tears flowed from her blue eyes.
  - Blonde! - Said the colonel. - So, she will be tortured for a very long time. The general likes to torment the pale-faced. However, I do too.
  - A white woman is better in bed than on the rack. - objected Putin-Yuliana. - A very beautiful individual, although white.
  - You do not understand sadistic relish! A beautiful face becomes even more beautiful when we suffer distortedly. Look, what a unique smear on a pink satin cheek, a pearl tear flows down. Or how the veins tremble in tension when the flesh passes through them, the chest shakes from the blow. - Shining eyes, said the perverted romantic.
  - Let's get down to business! - Interrupted Putin-Yulian.
  The colonel turned to the torturer.
  - Comrade General. I have brought two very capable fighters to you. One of them effortlessly laid down Choi, and the other almost broke my arm.
  - Why are you so cool? The General slipped a cigar between the naked woman's toes. She looked to be no more than twenty-five. She twitched again, her bright head tossed, and the girl fell into a deep faint.
  Biden-Maria was disgusted to see how a woman was being tortured. This was an act of unparalleled cynicism, contrary to Christian morality. It can be seen that Ronald is a great pleasure. He smacked his lips and smiled all over his mouth, skulls flashed in black glasses. Seeing that the victim was out of bounds, he moved away from her, throwing out his cigarette butt. The adjutant rushed to sweep. A couple of assistants began to wipe the woman with alcohol.
  - She should give me pleasure for a long time. Ronald said. - Good nipples, very sensitive. - The general - the torturer turned to the guests and growled:
  - So you're cool?
  We are US soldiers. - Said Putin-Yuliana. - Strong, brave and ready to give their lives for the country.
  - The main thing in the valor and skill of a warrior is not to give his life, but to survive - to take it from another! The general noted.
  - We can do the latter too! - Said Biden-Maria.
  Ronald boomed skeptically:
  - Do you have murder experience?
  - Certainly! It is our life. When killing becomes bread for the executioner, he lacks salt - that is, the risk experienced by the soldier! - Annoyance was felt in the voice of the blonde girl.
  The general murmured:
  - Well, since you like to take risks. And could, for example, slam Marshal Vasilevsky?
  - With some luck, yes! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - Although is it really so significant, the death of the commander, one combat unit, they will send another.
  Ronald retorted vigorously:
  - Oh no! To kill the commander is to hit the brain! And if this is done just at the time when we strike with large masses of tanks and jet aircraft, then the enemy will simply be paralyzed.
  Biden-Maria nodded.
  - While the commander will be replaced, time will pass.
  The general lowered his voice a little and said:
  - In addition, there were rumors that some aliens, or guests from the future, arrived to the Russians. In general, it looks like a psychological misinformation. We have superiority in nuclear weapons and their secret police are pushing nonsense. But this made it difficult to check, especially what was connected with the new weapon.
  - Information from our scout? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  - You're not supposed to know. Now let's check your level of preparation. The general made a sign. Two men in masks and yellow overalls appeared.
  - This is my guard from the best unit "Red Eagle". You will be able to cope with them, I will believe in your strength. Ah Choi is an athlete, not a killer.
  The girls were even happy:
  - Should they be knocked out quickly or tortured?
  Ronald roared:
  - And you are arrogant types. If you lose, you will be tortured. Let's guys turn off the fighters.
  Officers in yellow overalls jumped at the girls. They were large, but not too large, and therefore dangerous, a hundred kilograms of combat weight. Because as they moved, it is clear that this is a selective special forces, specially trained personnel. The girls were in no hurry to counterattack, they studied the technique. Outwardly, they deviated from enemy blows effortlessly and even clumsily.
  Their opponents were in no hurry to start, beat prudently, made deceptive maneuvers, waved their legs. In general, their equipment, as the intelligence officers noted, is similar to the usual American special forces, syncretic and borrowing a lot from taekwondo. There is also much in common with the Russian special forces. The difference is that Western fighters have been over-influenced by Hollywood and are looking for externals. In particular, to unnecessary movements and acrobatic tricks. You can see the wrestling school here. The Russian spetsnaz relied longer on efficiency, losing in spectacle, and saving movement. However, it cannot be said that the US has a bad school. Many Russian athletes take Western and American coaches. In particular , these guys, who challenged the girls, are no worse in combat than the soldiers of the famous Alpha special forces unit. Well, Choi would definitely be knocked out or killed. Biden-Maria recalled how she sparred as a little girl. The boys from the sports school fought with her. She dealt with them as easily as with a simulator. How four teenagers were put up against her at once. They were in a white kimono, embarrassed, fists, and the boys' bare feet were knocked down from hard training.
  Biden-Maria also jumped between them in a kimono. The fight dragged on, the guys did not want to beat the little girl, she did not want to disgrace the boys. After all, they were engaged and very intensively for more than one year, and then they will be beaten by a goat. The officer shouted at them: get together. But this time, it didn't work. Then they were punished. The boys were forced to perform painful exercises for an hour and also received a dozen blows on their bare heels with a wooden stick.
  Biden-Maria was forced to look at this and had a conversation, after which he was forced to solve problems from higher mathematics. But it was Biden-Maria who did not like mathematics. The next day again sparring with the same partners. The boys were limping, their heels blue from the blows. Everything was much tougher, Biden-Maria missed a punch in the face, got furious and knocked out the boys. And so quickly that the eyes of the instructors climbed onto their foreheads. Then the girl felt sorry for the boys, well, is it their fault that she is a monster.
  Now in the duel, it was almost boring, the opponents seemed slow, their blows drawn out.
  - What are you afraid cowards! the general shouted. - Never hit.
  - OK! - Said Putin-Yuliana. The girl took a step towards the enemy and threw him over herself, using his swing. At the same time, it accelerated its movement.
  Biden-Maria lightly slapped her opponent's nose with her palm. She broke him soft-boiled, forcing him to sit down.
  The girls bounced off the rumpled partners, letting them recover.
  - Yes, you play with them! - Admiringly said the general. - Apply daggers.
  The fighters drew their knives and, desperately swinging, rushed at the girls.
  - It's not polite to greet guests with a knife. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - We will teach you! - Added Biden-Maria.
  Both girls turned around, performed sweeping. Their opponents fell with a groan. It can be seen even knocked off the sides.
  - Alas! Baring white teeth, Putin-Yuliana said. Health requires sacrifice.
  Biden-Maria grabbed her opponent by the broken nose, forcing him to scream once again. Then in a rage he beat with too wide a swing. Biden-Maria issued a fofan to the fighter. Putin-Yuliana repeated her gesture. The general showed his fist.
  - Yes, move faster fiends.
  Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana very painfully pricked their opponents with their fingers in the nerve ganglions, causing them to explode in pain. Then, giving a sign and seizing the moment when the enemies, having blinded their eyes, rush at them, they turned the hands of the enemies in such a way that the enemy pierced each other with daggers, cutting out the heart.
  - Banzai! - Putin-Yuliana shouted jokingly.
  The lieutenant general said rather vehemently:
  - Fabulous! I haven't seen this yet.
  Biden-Maria maintained an ironic tone.
  - It's only the beginning! Tolya will still be oh-oh-oh!
  Ronald said with admiration:
  - Although your fighting style surprises me. You fought as if for fun. But your enemies seemed so slow, not clumsy, and it was difficult to catch your movements. This is what direction?
  - The new art of Aikido! - Said the blonde. We have learned it since childhood.
  The general noted:
  - We need to find out what kind of animal it is and how it can be used in the preparation of our special forces.
  - It's crumbling! Biden-Maria agreed. Only this requires special plasticity of the body, and a long workout.
  - Well, describe this work later. You killed two of the best commandos, my personal guards. There was a threat in the general's voice.
  Putin-Yuliana sighed, pretending to lower her eyes, languidly said:
  It just so happened that we couldn't do anything.
  Ronald croaked:
  - Don't be afraid of being executed!
  The red-haired she-devil said with conviction:
  Why is this a fair fight? Well, by chance the guys ran into. Moreover, the daggers, they snatched out first.
  The general said threateningly:
  - It does not matter! I will order and you will be shot. Here even the tribunal is not needed.
  Putin-Yuliana logically remarked:
  - And then who will kill Vasilevsky? After all, you won't find better than us!
  Ronald slapped his forehead.
  - Good fellows have correctly noticed. Where am I without you. Therefore, we will proceed as follows. I value courage and strength. Instead of executing you, I will reward you. At the same time, I will test your courage.
  - It will be very interesting! - Agreed Putin-Yuliana. - Courage is the most expensive commodity that is not for sale! True, and there are many who want to get rid of it!
  Ronald about gurgling:
  - So you still have a sense of humor. With your talents, you need to work in counterintelligence. In the meantime, I will give you the following assignment. Want to experience pleasure.
  Biden-Maria hesitated:
  - Depends on what kind?
  Ronald squinted.
  - Like what the Marquis de Sade described in his novels. You have read it.
  - Not! Biden-Maria answered decisively. - It's disgusting and pornographic.
  - I read! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - A rather amusing treatise on mental deviations and perversions.
  The general bellowed:
  Well, now you will see something similar. Strick and Stock bring the dove in here.
  Two executioners brought a blond naked boy into the hall. His hair was still wet, as if he had just taken a bath. The kid looked to be about fourteen, rather muscular. Biden-Maria noticed that the fists and legs of this guy were knocked down and bruised in abrasions like beginners, but zealously training karatekas. He smelled of alcohol, it seems that before the torture the boy was wiped so that he would not catch the infection. A beastly expression appeared on the general's face:
  - See this dove.
  - A good boy, but what to fight with us, too small. You won't be interested. - Half-jokingly said Putin-Yuliana.
  Ronald spoke aggressively:
  - Well no! He will become our object of torture and torture. Get the boy on the rack.
  The boy was picked up by powerful torturers. They put a cord on the back of their hands. Tied up and began to slowly lift. The boy clenched his teeth, sweat broke out on his face. It was evident that he was in great pain when his joints were twisted, but he restrained himself with an effort. He began to lean forward, the executioners pulled his legs, turning his shoulders. The boy groaned, but the pain subsided a little. His legs were secured in stocks. On the round face of the guy there was a black eye and a couple of bruises, on the muscular chest, too, there were bluish marks from a blow with a butt.
  - When detained, resisted! The general explained.
  He looks like this woman! Biden-Maria noted. Maybe her son?
  Ronald licked his lips and said:
  - No, brother! There is only ten years difference between them. Well, what do you say, like the torment of the boy. He's so fair too, I hate blonds, it's such a pleasure to torment them.
  Biden-Maria could hardly restrain herself so as not to rush at the general and his partners. Putin-Yuliana was calm. She, too, had to spar with the boys and lay them down. Truth did it without malice. Of course, the guy deserves pity, but the task is more important. Otherwise, how many millions of such boys and girls will perish, die from radiation and be tortured in concentration camps. To crush the freedom-loving spirit of the Americans, Stalin needed even more massive and terrible repressions than in his time in the USSR. And what awaits Russia under the rule of Georgians and Africans, maybe there will even be no memory of the Russian people at all.
  Putin-Yuliana said:
  - Torture is not entertainment, but hard work from the service sector, in which pity for the client is fatal to you!
  The general nodded approvingly.
  - You're smart what to call you!
  The red devil blurted out:
  - Billy!
  Yes Billy! And who did you beat? - Lieutenant General chimed in.
  Putin-Yuliana yelled:
  - Yes, all in a row!
  The general nodded approvingly.
  - So that's great. Now your task is to cause a cry of pain from the boy.
  The red-haired warrior yelped:
  - Just a scream?
  Ronald confirmed:
  - And preferably tears, so that he roared like a girl.
  The blonde terminator asked:
  "Don't we need to get information from him?" For example, about saboteurs.
  The general said with a smile:
  - It goes without saying! We will force him to sign a confession and hand over his accomplices. For now, you just need to torment. Don't you want to enjoy it yourself? Get indescribable pleasure.
  Putin-Yuliana was embarrassed. She had no experience of torturing innocent victims. Although the FSB taught that you need to be ready for anything. Including overcoming conscience and pity. She nodded.
  - Well, he will scream at the touch of my finger.
  - Not! Ronald roughly poked the girl on the shoulder. I don't doubt your skill at all. You can make a boy scream even with a look, but I don't need it. Listen to my order, take the red-hot poker from your hand and burn the boy's bare heel. Hear Billy. And you like you!
  Biden-Maria bellowed:
  - Sam! Sam Griford.
  Ronald screamed:
  - Sam is a good name, or rather crappy, it used to be a symbol of the United States Uncle Sam. And now the symbol of KSA Uncle Joe! Stalin - Dzhugashvili. So choose heel tools. They must excite the boy. Then I will take care of it myself.
  Biden-Maria glanced at the spacious office space. It has ten selected submachine gunners. True, now they are standing, relaxed, submachine guns on their stomachs. But after all, the girls don"t have weapons with them either, they took them away at the entrance.
  Putin-Yuliana picked up a red-hot poker. The boy approached. His eyes were frozen in horror. Biden-Maria did not believe that her partner was capable of this, but the red iron touched the boy's bare, round, hardened heel. He yelped softly and twitched. His head shook, the boy passed out.
  Not remembering herself, Biden-Maria threw sharpening, drills, and sharp objects at the submachine gunners.
  The blonde yelled:
  - Get fascists!
  They pierced directly into the eyes, killing enemies. In each hand, Biden-Maria had five smashing objects, and she threw them with frenzied fury. The executioner's tools became an extension of herself, she mentally accompanied their flight, becoming a particle of alloyed steel. All ten guards were killed. The general's face was drawn, he obviously did not expect this.
  Putin-Yuliana figured it out faster. She struck a blow with a fan on the heads of two executioners, and a fatal blow, and sharply moved her palm to the groin, knocking out the general. That sag.
  - This is where life comes to an end.
  The colonel grabbed his pistol, but Biden-Maria threw a diamond-cut drill at him as well. Yes, with such force that it came out through the back of the head.
  The blonde yelled:
  - Don't go anywhere you're not supposed to!
  Short death cries did not alarm the external guards, they were already used to the bloody overshoots of the sadistic general.
  Biden-Maria chuckled.
  - Clean work.
  Putin-Yuliana said:
  - Not bad, but you were too quick.
  The blonde warrior said:
  "I couldn"t let a child get hurt!"
  The red-haired devil muttered:
  - Okay, now what are we going to do?
  Biden-Maria suggested:
  - It is necessary to knock out information from the general. In particular, where is the central headquarters. And so on.
  Putin-Yuliana aggressively stated:
  - Here it is best to split it, where the safe is located. In this world, there are no portable computers like ours yet. Consequently, documents are stored behind the armor.
  - And, of course, in a hiding place, somewhere built into the wall. Most likely in the most unexpected place. To prevent theft. Biden-Maria suggested.
  The red-haired warrior suggested:
  - Give this guy some truth serum and we'll find out. You know its irresistible effect.
  The blonde snarled in anger.
  - It"s even a pity for such shit, to waste expensive serum. Let's interrogate him, inquisitorial style.
  The fiery devil muttered:
  We'll lose time!
  - But in justice we will get. Biden Maria flashed her eyes. - And in general, what do you think, how many people he tortured.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed:
  - Lot! What do we disassemble for parts!
  The girls took the boy off the rack and splashed him with water. His sister had already come to her senses and looked around frightened. Putin-Yuliana freed her hands. She shyly covered her chest and murmured:
  - Please don't hit me.
  The red-haired warrior said soothingly:
  - We are not going to, now you will beat yourself.
  Biden-Maria tore off her clothes, revealing the general's buff, clean-washed body. He, having regained consciousness, tried to scream, but the girl squeezed the tip of his dignity with her fingers, depriving Ronald of speechlessness. At the same time, the pain was terrible.
  The blonde spoke threateningly.
  - Well, my dear, now we will test on you what it means to receive sadistic pleasure.
  The general was reared up on the rack, so much so that the bones crunched. He just mumbled and twitched.
  - Well, how nice are you? Do you feel intense pleasure? Biden-Maria asked as she slapped Ronald so he could speak.
  - Very painful glorious warriors. - Through the tears said the general. - Please let go!
  - And for what reason! - Asked Putin-Yuliana. - Now justice is done.
  Ronald grunted:
  - I was just doing my duty to America.
  The red-haired devil grinned:
  And did you enjoy it at the same time?
  The general croaked:
  - Have mercy! I will reward you generously.
  Biden-Maria, softening a little, said:
  - If you want to avoid torment, tell me where the cache of important documents is located.
  Ronald growled:
  - I don't have it, it's a hiding place.
  - The answer is incorrect. - Biden-Maria squeezed pain points on the general's body. He howled desperately, and began to roar.
  Putin-Yuliana came up from the other side and intensified the torture. Knowing that the most sensitive place in a man's penis, she squeezed it with her fingers. I began to play with him like a musician with a pipe. The general gasped and muttered:
  - Do not I tell you everything?
  The red-haired devil muttered:
  - Tell me, where is the hiding place?
  Ronald croaked:
  - See the image of the Gorgon medusa. It is necessary to put pressure on the eyes and pull the third hair from the left, the sixth and tenth. Then it will open and you will have access to top-secret schemes.
  The blonde muttered:
  "There's a plan for the huge Ander ammunition depot.
  The general hesitated. Then Putin-Yuliana poked him in a sensitive point on the scrotum.
  - Yes, there is such a thing!
  The unbearable pain drove him crazy and made Ronald more outspoken.
  Biden-Maria repeated the actions of the general. Something stuck. The blonde girl turned around, her eyebrows furrowed.
  - He's lying! Turn up the torture!
  General pro gurgled:
  - Not! I told the truth! Now we need to pull the first one.
  Biden-Maria did just that, tugging smoothly and bouncing to the side. A special niche has opened. It contained a small case. The girl sniffed it.
  - No, it doesn't smell of any kind of explosives. By the way, there is a film.
  - Fine! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - Open it up and take a look.
  The blonde hissed:
  - He's on a special code. Ask the general.
  Ronald howled:
  - 298475855609! he muttered.
  Biden-Maria typed quickly:
  - No, it doesn't work!
  Ronald groaned:
  - I think I changed it!
  - Nothing, this system is primitive, and so I will open it. - Said Biden-Maria. - Still, the skills of a burglar are a necessary thing.
  The phone rang. Putin-Yuliana jumped up to him and picked up the phone.
  - Hey Roni! There was a voice. - You can jump up to me.
  - Not today! - She answered, copying the voice of the secret police general Putin-Yulian. - I have too much to do to complete preparations for the offensive.
  Burkan in response:
  - Well, well then, tomorrow morning General.
  Biden-Maria, after thirty seconds, opened the armored case. Her eyes lit up, the girl chirped:
  "Here are the papers we need.
  The girl began to sort out the sheets, a map of the Andera mountain range flashed.
  - Amazing. - Biden-Maria went over with great speed, reading using a special technology for assimilation of information.
  The woman and the boy approached the general. The boy hit his tormentor in the face with his fist. Yes, he was definitely familiar with karate. The fist flashed like lightning, and knocked out a bruise. The woman grabbed a red-hot poker and put Ronaldo to her chest. The former executioner yelled:
  - No need, I'll tell you everything!
  The woman roared, stamping her bare foot:
  - What else can you say! Do these documents contain a map of the warehouse?
  - Yes, I have! Biden-Maria answered.
  The prisoner blurted out:
  - Fine! And the offensive plans!
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Accurate to the division. All information about the troops, including supply details.
  The boy exclaimed in a loud voice:
  - You see Roni, we don't need you.
  The executioner and torturer did not want to die.
  - I know something that is not in the documents.
  The blonde grinned.
  - Namely?
  The general whined softly.
  - Stalin has a hydrogen bomb with a capacity of a thousand megatons. It is so heavy that a special vessel has been prepared for its explosion. It will be a kamikaze fighter who will blow it up.
  The red-haired devil doubted:
  - It's not a bluff?
  Ronald blurted out:
  - No exactly!
  The blonde asked
  What ship will it be on?
  The general hissed:
  - "Red October"!
  Red insisted:
  - And when in what port?
  The general pleaded:
  - I do not know that! I myself received the information recently, and then only because the hydrogen bomb is planned to be used as a fallback in case the American troops retreat.
  Biden-Maria nodded.
  Well, he doesn't want to tell you more. Give him Putin-Yuliana.
  The girl continued the torture. The general yelled, he told everything he knew, even named the names of the residents. Including those surrounded by Vasilevsky. He showed a personal notebook with notes, gave out secrets. In short, it was squeezed out like a sponge. Putin-Yuliana realized that the general was already empty and was only repeating himself.
  The red-haired she-devil hissed:
  We all need to hurry! While it may be a good thing that you relish torture so much, in this case our delay and your nightly vigils do not arouse much suspicion. Whatever the case, you deserve an easy death.
  Ronald turned pale, his eyes turned piggy.
  - Please do not?
  Putin-Yuliana honestly said:
  We don't need you anymore!
  The general squeaked:
  But you can't leave here without me.
  The red-haired she-devil aggressively stated:
  - But you are wrong. Let's go, and in comfort. Just let the prisoners get dressed.
  The woman somehow put on a torn dress, but remained barefoot, the boy's clothes turned into tatters, and he was also limping. Seeing their puzzled look, the boy explained.
  - During the reign of the communists, we became very impoverished. From snow to snow I go barefoot even to school. So they took it.
  The blonde was surprised
  "Don"t they pay you for espionage?"
  The boy cooed:
  - Yes, we are not spies, the accusation was false.
   Putin-Yuliana chuckled:
  - We had a time when everyone was enlisted as agents. And with the help of torture they knocked out confessions. I'm sorry I burned your heel.
  The boy nodded in understanding.
  - Nothing I will step on a toe, and in a week it will heal. We are a strong breed.
  - Excuse me! Maria Biden said. - Only we will take you out in handcuffs. And look sad. According to legend, you were released only so that we could subject you to even more severe torture.
  The boy, moving his bare feet, asked:
  - And what will you ride?
  - On the general's car! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - That's the safest thing to do.
  The boy answered with a sigh:
  - What! But we'll have to go underground.
  The red-haired devil consoled:
  - Not quite for long! In a few days, the Russian army will be here and you will be free.
  - This news will be very joyful. - Said the boy.
  The woman added:
  - I feel so much tenderness in you! For some reason, it seems to me that you are not blacks, and most likely not even men.
  - Are you a clairvoyant? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  The former prisoner said:
  - Not! Just female intuition prompts. Something about you is completely different, not like the rest. And the speed is not available to mere mortals.
  - Think of us as gods descended from Mount Olympus. - Offered Putin-Yuliana. - It will be better for all of you.
  The woman gave:
  - Maybe!
  Biden-Maria went to the loudspeaker and announced, exactly copying the tone of the lieutenant general of the secret police:
  - Listen to me all! I won't repeat anymore. Guys Billy and Sam turned out to be cool men, talented torturers. I decided to honor them and at the same time punish the stubborn spies. A boy and a woman will be given to them. After that, they will take them in my car to the forest, where they will be subjected to the most sophisticated torture. For now, I'll take care of an important matter and ask you and the guards not to disturb me until morning. Whoever breaks the order, I'll deal with it personally! Great Ronald.
  - Well, that's all the way out is provided to us! Goodbye baby. - Putin-Yuliana slapped the general on the temple, sending him to hell in such a painless way.
  The girls took out their prisoners in handcuffs. They behaved confidently, even brazenly bullying the guards. It is known that the best way to be psychologically invisible is to attract attention. Putin-Yuliana even punched one of the soldiers in the forehead.
  In the general's car, they also sat importantly! The driver was waiting for them and opened the door.
  And exclaimed:
  - You are amazing! So not everyone can seduce our boss.
  Biden-Maria agreed:
  - We have a whole sea of charm and an ocean of love.
  Putin-Yuliana told the driver:
  - We need to stop by the hotel and grab some of our things. Do you understand us?
  The driver readily replied:
  - Passengers' word is law.
  The girls jumped out near the hotel. Putin-Yuliana told Biden-Maria.
  - Sit in the car, I'll take it myself.
  The scout jumped into the room, on the way to her he tried to stick a drunk, but he was punched in the snout, calmed down. Along the way, the girl, however, almost ran into Choi. He was already drunk, but remembering the lesson, he did not let go and grunted:
  - Where is the colonel?
  The red-haired she-devil readily answered:
  - Performs a special task of the general. So he asked not to be disturbed.
  Choi growled.
  - Well, how did he take it!
  Putin-Yuliana proudly said:
  - Look outside, borrowed your own car!
  Asian exclaimed:
  - Wow! It's colossal. Soon the general's epaulettes are waiting for you.
  The red devil said:
  - Be smart, we will not forget you.
  Choi humbly said:
  - Can carry backpacks.
  - No need! For me, it's like a workout. - Putin-Yuliana shook her head. She almost caught her foot on the crumpled carpet, barely keeping her balance.
  - Be careful! Choi saluted with his hand.
  The girl got out into the street. A pink lantern burned, and the hammer and sickle shone in the darkness. Biden-Maria met her:
  - Everything is quiet!
  Putin-Yuliana said:
  - For now, yes! But we must hurry, so we are walking on a razor's edge.
  They moved out of the city. The police saluted them, no one thought to slow down the chic armored car.
  The night town, of course, is not as majestic as Moscow, but quite decent, there are quite a few checkpoints. Biden-Maria noted:
  - Still, even the general was not bad to ask for documents. In any case, the FSB checks the identity of even the director.
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - The director of the FSB looks mockingly, such an office should be headed by a minister.
  - If we return, we will tell the president about it. Although indeed, the director may be a factory, or a firm, but not as the most important institution of the state. After all, the FSB is more important than the army, it is needed only from time to time, and the special services are constantly needed. - Said Biden-Maria.
  - Here you are absolutely right! Especially when you consider that Russia is a multinational country, and very large. We need a super organization here. Notice the best rulers of Russia came from the special services. - Putin-Yuliana looked at the checkpoint. There is a tank next to him. Perhaps too high a car, one tower on another, as many as four barrels. This design significantly weakens the armor.
  The red devil said:
  - And yet, in tanks, the designers of the KSA are not strong. In any case, in peacetime.
  The blonde terminator noted:
  - How to say! The Second World War led to the appearance in the United States of the magnificent Pershing tank, and the defeat in Vietnam to the Ambrams. But easy victories only relax, countries begin to calm down and lose strength. Maybe it's good that a black sultan has appeared, he will become an incentive for us.
  It seems that the first helicopters also appeared in the American army. True, they look rather clumsy with low speed. True, the level of weapons is decent, guns stick out, massive machine guns are visible. Swimming really slowly. Biden-Maria drew attention to the armor.
  - Only the bottom is covered!
  The fiery vixen agreed:
  - That's the most vulnerable part.
  The blonde readily agreed:
  - But from above it is possible to take easily. Even an anti-tank rifle will do.
  Putin-Yuliana rubbed her chin.
  - Yes, and gaps are visible even on the belly, it will completely break through.
  Weapons in the KSA army, similar to the American ones of the fifties. The same M-16, only with a larger cartridge, called AIS - 4. Joseph Stalin's assault rifle. Due to the larger caliber, they have less flatness, weaker aiming, more recoil. The M-16 is good because, almost unlike the AK, it does not recoil, which improves the aiming of the rifle. The same thing is KSHA, more reliable in operation, closer to AKM, only the barrel is longer and the bullet speed is higher. The decent range of the AIS-4 is compensated by the large spread of the messengers of death. There is also AIS-3 and the latest AIS-5. Those already have a smaller caliber, and hit more accurately, and have almost no recoil. Very similar to the modern M-16, but not so capricious and the muzzle is shorter. In any case, private property is not always better than state property.
  Biden-Maria touched the machine gun and said:
  - A capitalist will never become a true patriot of his Motherland, for this he is too selfish!
  Putin-Yuliana agreed with her:
  - The soul of a rich man is patriotic, nothing more than a gold coin, where they take it and stick to it!
  The boy asked the girls:
  - Do you know how people live in Russia?
  - They live well! The country is rich, only too cold. Not for us, really, but for many. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  The boy nodded in agreement.
  - Yes, when the cold is bad. The coat is torn, the boots are full of holes. True, I tempered myself by running barefoot through the snowdrifts. My father, an officer, taught me. Because of this, I never missed a beat.
  The red-haired warrior nodded.
  - Well done! It's really summer now. Biden-Maria and I ran naked during the Siberian frosts. What do you say partner about winter?
  The blonde warrior nodded.
  - And as you want in poetic form or prose.
  The fire devil said:
  - Better poetic, or even sing.
  Biden-Maria leaned back and sang in a magnificent soprano:
  Lush snowdrifts sparkle like pearls,
  Crystal clear clear glaze!
  Like a ruby plays a bullfinch in the sky so that,
  To proclaim to the living - the time of storms is coming!
  
  The sun caresses with a cold ray,
  Smooth valleys, silver snows!
  We will meet Santa Claus - a noble old man,
  Let's bake hot, rich pies!
  
  Zimushka is rich - a generous queen,
  And a swarm of diamonds pours onto the ground!
  Outwardly icy - a passionate girl ,
  Kindles a mad fire in the heart!
  
  Tree branches gently golden,
  From the pressure of light it became more fun!
  This sometimes severe will begin to admire,
  Harnessing the sleigh of furious horses!
  The audience was silent for a minute, enjoying the experience. Then the boy asked:
  - You have the voice of an opera singer. Men don't do that.
  The blonde terminator nodded.
  - And we are women, I am Biden-Maria, she is Putin-Yuliana. What's so amazing.
  - I knew it! So my intuition didn't fail me. - The woman rejoiced. - Yes, my name is like Dumas Mercedes.
  - And I'm Luka! True, not a saint. - The boy answered. - I climbed into the gardens, and even into the warehouse with food. We're practically starving. In summer, berries and mushrooms help out, but in winter it's scary. You know how you feel.
  - I guess! Maria Biden said. - But take an example from Christ who fasted for forty days. And in general, believe in something better, bright, pure, like the first snow!
  - Where to drop you off! - Interrupted Putin-Yulian. - We will soon climb into the real hell, and we did not want to risk your lives.
  - My grandfather is a forester. He has a hut in the wilderness three kilometers from the road we will reach. - Said the boy.
  . CHAPTER #10
  The red-haired warrior growled:
  - What do you think, the secret police do not know about it, and will not look for you from him?
  Mercedes replied:
  - Grandfather has a dugout, it is so skillfully hidden that no one can find it. That's where he will hide us until the Russians come.
  Where will we drop you off? Biden-Maria asked.
  "Here"s another kilometer and we"ll go on our own." Luke answered.
  Putin-Yuliana expressed her point of view:
  - It's best for you to get away as soon as possible. It is not yet known how long fate will keep us.
  - And you all believe in providence, like Hitler. Biden-Maria noted.
  - Hitler is just a petty tyrant of the Stalin era! - Answered Putin-Yuliana. - Especially in this universe, where, as far as I understand, World War II lasted only six months.
  - In this universe! - The boy was surprised. - And that there are different universes.
  The red-haired warrior said:
  - Certainly! Similar assumptions were made even before Einstein. And when this physicist discovered that space can have a limit, and Doppler expressed the hypothesis of an expanding universe, then the topic of what is beyond the boundaries of the universe became fashionable.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - And not very correct!
  - Said Putin-Yuliana. - Do you know Einstein?
  The boy said emphatically:
  - Yes! The communists consider him a traitor.
  - So the theory of relativity, controversial, confusing and for me doubtful, has become the most fashionable. But, in my opinion, it is based on the wrong assumption that the photon has no rest mass. This is absurd. If the photon had no mass, then there would be no light pressure and no mirror effects. No mass - no inertia, no momentum, because the photon at the moment of contact with the surface has zero speed. His conclusion is the rest mass, which means that the whole theory of relativity flies upside down. - Answered Putin-Yuliana.
  You explain so well that I understand everything. - Said the boy. - Indeed, if a stone is able to move something, then it must weigh.
  The red-haired devil confidently said:
  - Yes, I wrote a scientific work on the resources of the atom, where, thanks to the presence of a mass of a photon, unthinkable prospects open up before humanity, in particular, the creation of hyperplasma.
  Biden-Putin interrupted her:
  - Juliana, we have arrived and are standing! You can tell your hypotheses to the boy at a more appropriate occasion.
  The fire warrior nodded.
  - Well, okay, I'll write a book about it. Let the boy get to know her.
  Mercedes and Luka bowed, thanked:
  We will never forget how you saved us from a painful death.
  The boy and girl jumped out of the car, waved goodbye. Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana rushed off, their passengers also in a hurry, flashing their bare heels through the prickly grass.
  - Here's someone else managed to save! It looks like we've become like angels. - Said Biden-Maria.
  The red-haired warrior aggressively declared:
  - Angels also kill, as you remember, one of them destroyed all the Egyptian firstborn.
  The blonde warrior replied:
  - He gave a chance to escape even the Egyptians, if they smeared the door with blood. In general , Putin-Yuliana, rather than having an empty discussion again, tell me what you came up with at the expense of hyperplasm.
  The red devil remarked:
  - This theory is based on the following: each atom is equal to the universe in terms of complex and inexhaustible potential!
  The blonde saint nodded.
  - Good point.
  Putin-Yuliana said with delight:
  - We are talking about a hypernuclear reaction. I wanted to take this topic seriously. After all, if Biden-Maria agrees, there is only one way for a person to either achieve omnipotence or disappear as a species.
  The blonde warrior confirmed:
  - Here I agree, we have already talked about the numerous threats to civilization.
  The red devil said:
  - Including nuclear terrorism and chemical weapons. But the main threat is the man himself.
  - A sinful and cruel, including to himself, man is destroying humanity, speeding up the process with science! Maria Biden said. - Often progress turns into an attempt to shove a hydrogen bomb into a cigarette lighter!
  Putin-Yuliana enthusiastically replied:
  - Well said! Bravo Biden-Maria, but you forgot about the main task. We don't play KVN!
  The Light Warrior remarked:
  - Probably, but it should, it would be a great incentive, especially for young people.
  The red-haired she-devil teased:
  - Especially if you undressed.
  The blonde squeaked:
  - Well, vulgar Putin-Yuliana.
  The fiery warrior replied:
  - And you are a hypocrite Biden-Maria. So that's our plan to destroy the huge warehouse.
  The bright saint chirped:
  - There are problems here. It is located deep in the mountains, underground and cannot be destroyed by an air raid. Well, except with the use of a hydrogen bomb.
  Putin-Yuliana said:
  - Russia does not yet have such weapons, which is why Stalin hurried to attack.
  Biden-Maria squeaked:
  - What about nuclear?
  The red-haired warrior said:
  - It is quite possible, but in this case, only external exits will fall asleep, in addition, a powerful air defense system of jet fighter-interceptors.
  The blonde warrior nodded.
  "So, as far as I understand, it"s up to us to carry out the task.
  Putin-Yuliana blurted out:
  - Certainly!
  - You know? Maria Biden said. - That's for the best. Moreover, there is an underground delivery tunnel, which even an atomic bomb will not take. You have to blow up from the inside. I realized this immediately when I looked at the diagram.
  - Let me see! - Putin-Yuliana ran her eyes over the map. - Yes, it can be done, but the warehouse consists of ten armored compartments. Even if you blow up one, the rest will survive.
  The blonde remarked:
  - Then an idea came to my mind. What if the atomic bomb goes off.
  The red devil confirmed:
  Yes, there are atomic bombs.
  The blonde warrior nodded.
  - Such a powerful explosion inside the rock will destroy all the strategic reserves of the western group. Even partitions will be swept away by a nuclear wave.
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - Wisely Biden-Maria. But you can't set fire to an atomic bomb with a box of matches. This thing needs a detonator, and they are stored separately.
  - Let's take the detonators, everything will be done perfectly. Biden-Maria said confidently.
  The red-haired warrior nodded eagerly.
  - Of course, I believe you, but even with our abilities it is extremely difficult!
  - The fate of the country depends on this, which means that we must take a risk. Biden-Maria slammed her fist on the steering wheel.
  At the checkpoints, they recognized the general's car and let him through. As for the driver, he pretended that it was the way it should be. To get to the base had to turn onto a country road. A dense forest grew. Someone's luxury car, like a Cadillac, was driving ahead. Here they were stopped for the first time, they demanded a pass. Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana slipped universal, special agents taken from the lieutenant general.
  - Wow, you already got a special status! - The officer was surprised.
  The red-haired she-devil boomed:
  - Yes, and we have something to tell your Colonel General Bob All.
  - Then go ahead! - The officer saluted the girls and the driver. He tried to make a gesture with his finger, but Putin-Yuliana jabbed her finger into his collarbone, his arm sagged.
  The redhead nodded.
  - I'll drive the car.
  The driver, trembling with fear, nodded.
  They sat down. Biden-Maria noted:
  - He wanted to betray us with a special gesture. So he signed his own death warrant.
  The driver wheezed:
  - Don't, I won't say anything.
  Putin-Yuliana took out a liter bottle of whiskey from the stash.
  And in a venomous tone she said:
  - If you drink, you will live.
  The driver was surprised
  - At a time?
  The red devil nodded.
  - At a time!
  The driver squeaked:
  - But I'm going to vomit.
  Putin-Yuliana poked him in the stomach with her finger:
  - Now there is no! At least three liters. Or just choke you. - They opened the bottle and poked it to the driver.
  He began to drink, choking. Indeed, losing a life is scary, but here is at least some chance.
  - Come to the bottom! Maria Biden said. We're not the bad guys at all.
  The bottle quickly emptied, the driver choked and fell asleep. Putin-Yulian was not satisfied with this.
  - He can still wake up, so I have him! The girl wrinkled her neck. He's been out for at least three days now.
  The blonde asked doubtfully:
  - Maybe it's better to kill!
  The red-haired warrior shook her head.
  - No, let him breathe! Then they will shoot him anyway. Why are you so mean?
  The bright girl remarked:
  - His own people will torment him for a long time and subtly:
  Their car drove up to the armored doors that covered the entrance. Here, anti-aircraft guns protruded from the ground, they performed a dual function: they protected from air raids, but they could also beat off a land attack. In general, the defense was on top.
  Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana again demanded a special pass and asked about the purpose of the visit.
  Biden-Maria found:
  - We have a written order from Lieutenant General Ronald Winter to use one of the atomic bombs to sabotage the Russians.
  Squeal in response:
  - Which!
  We will only say this to Bob All. - Said Biden-Maria.
  Putin-Yuliana, understanding her from a half-word, looked into the car, took out stamped paper and she had the appropriate preparation, wrote an appeal in the handwriting of the late Ronald and signed it.
  The red devil chirped:
  - In the FSB they taught us everything. It's just a pity that we didn't foresee this bluff in advance. So much mental energy was spent on religious scholasticism and at the moment unnecessary arguments about hyperplasm. - Lightning flashed through her head. When she left, she slipped the paper. On it was written:
  - Everything that my emergency special agents do not ask is required in the interests of the CSA and at my personal order. Including the use of a nuclear bomb. Ronald Winter.
  The officer looked at the document, the colonel approached him, looked more attentively, exclaiming:
  - It's his handwriting and his paper! Why doesn't he give us a call.
  Biden-Maria stated:
  - This can only be done when we meet with the head of the base, Colonel General Bob All!
  - Well, I'll take you to him! The officer muttered. - Follow me, just hand over your weapons.
  The red devil barked:
  - You don't trust us, what an insult.
  The guard noted:
  - Well, at least leave your backpacks. Suddenly they...
  The blonde blurted out:
  - What an atomic bomb!
  The officer hesitated.
  - No, but you never know.
  - There is a valuable weapon, the latest model. We may need it, let your people carry it everywhere with us. - Biden-Maria demanded.
  The guard muttered:
  - Aren't you going to beat him?
  The blonde Terminator in disguise chuckled.
  - Unarmed with ten selected special forces?
  The officer nodded in agreement.
  - Persuaded, we will honor the special agents.
  The girls handed over their backpacks and went on, accompanied by guards, along the underground corridors. At another checkpoint, a personal driver was dragged out of the cab. He was indeed drunk. They beat him on the cheeks, trying to bring him to his senses. The head swung from side to side. So, having achieved nothing, they ordered to send him to the guardhouse.
  - Prepare a bunch of rods and leeches. - ordered the colonel.
  Putin-Yuliana even made a nose:
  - Good idea! But maybe it should have been hung upside down.
  The officer nodded.
  - So it will be! In the meantime, warriors you go to the holy of holies.
  There were plenty of security guards. Only now there weren"t enough robots, they didn"t invent them. A lot of fighters in armored vehicles. Dogs, though not so much: apparently, because they crap.
  Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana were even given a little lift on the platform, and they ended up in a center stuffed with equipment. At the entrance there were mordovorotov, again checking, negotiations on the radio, and here they are in the office. Bob All, in status was not inferior to the marshal. His office was large, with high ceilings in clear imitation of Mussolini. The general himself was sitting behind thick armored glass. Do not give, do not take a living statue. Bob himself is also almost as black as coal, his nose is flattened, his eyes are impudent, mirrored glasses are fastened over his eyes, they have a reflection of a red star in them. In addition, it is clear that they gave glare.
  He met with silence, followed by a heavy pause.
  In general, this is a common technique to meet a partner with a dead pause. Thus trying to embarrass him. Putin-Yuliana understood that too much silence could reduce their chances. So she said:
  - We must hurry with the withdrawal of the atomic bomb.
  Bob, filtering each word, asked:
  - What for?
  The red-haired she-devil cooed:
  - To commit an act of retaliation by blowing up Vasilevsky.
  - And Zhukov! - Added Biden-Maria.
  Bob was surprised
  - That Zhukov intends to personally arrive in Germany?
  The blonde blurted out:
  - Certainly! You didn't know that.
  The Colonel General succinctly blurted out:
  - Not!
  The red-haired she-devil with captivating confidence answered:
  - We have such information that he is already in the German province and is secretly. The Russians are dropping a bunch of disinformation, but we tracked down their simian cunning. Now the war will end quickly.
  Bob nodded in agreement.
  - Yes, they have no equal to Zhukov. Well, there it is, I'll provide you with an atomic bomb. Only here's the catch on this I want to talk to General Ronald Winter in person.
  's blood rushed to his head. The girl realized that they were stuck. Indeed, how now to prove that they are his messengers. It looks like you have to fight. Putin-Yuliana tried on the guards, they are tense, but she has a chance to reach them. Then kill with bare hands and disarm.
  True, it will be difficult to break through to the nuclear hangar, and will they cope with the whole army? Perhaps they will have to die for the glory of their homeland.
  Biden-Maria barely perceptibly moved an eyebrow: a signal to remain calm and said in a soft tone:
  - You can call Ronald Winter. The General is impatient.
  The Colonel General nodded.
  - Okay, I'll do it.
  The number Bob dialed was rather short. Putin-Yuliana was terribly worried. With such a simple trick, her opponent destroyed them, perhaps too primitive a plan. The look of Biden-Maria, however, said that everything was in order.
  Putin-Yuliana tensed like a cat.
  There was an answer, Winter's voice delivered.
  - I'm listening to you Bob.
  The colonel-general murmured:
  - Here I have two of your special agents can they be trusted?
  A calm voice answered:
  - Like me, Billy and Sam are great and tough guys. Perhaps even the coolest of those whom I have ever seen.
  Bob growled:
  - That's great Roni. What task did you give them?
  In response, a squeak was heard:
  - It is necessary to destroy Zhukov and Vasilevsky. And at the same time, together with the generals of their headquarters.
  The Colonel General hissed:
  - You want to do it with an atomic bomb.
  The answer was confident:
  - Of course, this is the most effective of all weapons of retaliation. Nothing compares to him. So the leaders of the Russian bourgeoisie are doomed.
  Bob nodded.
  - Agree with you! Well, okay, if this is your initiative, then I will hand over a nuclear bomb. What power should it be?
  The voice then confirmed:
  - The guys will choose themselves, they have a very developed intuition. Born saboteurs.
  The general muttered:
  - Then I'll fix it.
  And further:
  "Sorry Bob, I'm busy right now doing an important interrogation myself. We'll talk to girls and drinks later. I think we will celebrate the destruction of Zhukov and Vasilevsky together.
  Laughter in response:
  - Of course, the bomb is mine!
  And a counter howl:
  - And my idea! See you soon!
  The connection was interrupted. Putin-Yuliana was dumbfounded. How so? After all, the dead don't talk. Yes, because they need it. It smells like something mythical, but what if there really is a God and helps Biden-Mary.
  Her partner said:
  - Let's not waste time.
  Bob remarked:
  - Well, I'll give you a task, but sign that you accept double submission, mine and Ronald.
  Putin-Yuliana was curious:
  - And if we refuse?
  Bob said in a serious tone:
  - In this case, your enemy will be the colonel-general of the secret police.
  - Serious argument! - Noticed the scout girl.
  - We agree! - Said Biden-Maria. - What else do we have to share. After all, one great army of the KSA, amazing the world.
  Bob bellowed:
  - Great, give them stamped paper and let them sign it.
  The watermarked paper they brought was glossy, but it was comfortable to write on. The pen, of course, is ink, and the guys signed. Biden-Maria was even delighted:
  - There was one patron, now there are two!
  The Colonel General exclaimed:
  - Wonderful! And now I will personally issue you a pass to the hangar. When you complete the task, you will receive the orders of Stalin of the first degree and the golden star of the hero.
  Biden-Maria nodded.
  - The Order of Stalin of the first degree can be awarded with the signature of Stalin himself. But the question is whether we will see him in person.
  Bob said uncertainly:
  - Most probably not! It is heavily guarded and does not leave Leninoton or its suburbs.
  "But we will certainly see him soon!" - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The Colonel General nodded.
  - When we win the war, I'll try to come up with something myself. The awards will be presented to you by the Chairman of Homeland Security, Marshal Colin Clark.
  - It'll suit us just fine! - Said Biden-Maria.
  Having received the passes of the girl, accompanied by guards, we headed to the top-secret hangar. The corridors writhed before them like snakes, guards stood. There were even built-in machine guns and grenade launchers. They went down deeper and deeper. Biden-Maria even noted:
  - For some reason, the worst is usually hidden in the depths.
  - So usually a wolf hides under a sheep's skin, a politician under a mask, and a nuclear arsenal under the ground! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The walls around were damp, concrete, they were wiped by soldiers in special overalls. It felt like the ceiling was crushing overhead. Biden-Maria had to visit the Moscow underground town. It was beautiful, majestic, had an alternative subway system. The girl remembered how she looked, almost half a kilometer underground, numerous branches go outside the city. In particular, there is an underground route to St. Petersburg built under Brezhnev,
  highway now capable of speeds of six hundred kilometers per hour. In Soviet times, it was less, two hundred kilometers, but also decently. In the crisis of the nineties, the miracle city began to collapse, but the new government that came after Yeltsin the senile restored and increased it. And recently they completed the construction of an underground branch to Sochi, and they are finishing the tunnel near Minsk. In addition, excellent electromagnetic rails and vacuum tunnels have been created that will allow the express train to run at a speed of a thousand kilometers per hour. As her curator said:
  - The latest technologies are an expression of the material form of the spirituality of the Russian people!
  Biden-Maria then replied:
  - The most perfect technique will not replace the soul, the mighty computer will not love, warm, or caress! The teaching of Christ is stronger than a hydrogen bomb, it is so capable of reviving the soul, inspiring the mind, giving eternal life!
  The answer was sarcastic:
  - You're right, although trust in God, and do not forget to wipe the sight!
  Biden-Maria remembered this phrase. Putin-Yuliana turned to her. She spoke in a way that nearby soldiers couldn't hear, but her sensitive, bioengineered ears picked up almost ultrasonic tones.
  - And how did you Biden-Maria manage to get the late general to talk like that. I didn't see any magical ability in you.
  The blonde terminator answered confidently:
  - Calm down Putin-Yuliana, Ronald is where he is, and should be in hell.
  The red devil agreed:
  - This guy obviously does not pull on paradise. Although I seem to understand that you imitated the voice of Ronald. Quite skillfully, but you can catch the difference.
  Biden-Maria winked:
  - It's not hard to guess!
  Putin-Yuliana ingratiatingly asked:
  - But here's the question, how did you choose the right words.
  The blonde terminator explained:
  - It's simple, I put a tape recorder, so that the speech resumes as soon as the counterpart stops talking.
  The red-haired vixen nodded.
  - Phrases!
  Biden-Maria confidently answered:
  - This is a standard set, it is not so difficult to foresee everything. Usually the generals of the special services in their conversations are stereotyped to the extreme. It's like in the movie with Schwarzenegger "The Last Hero". Remember how the policeman was talking to his wife.
  Putin-Yuliana confirmed:
  - Put the tape recorder. It looked pretty funny. Although women are rarely such idiots.
  The blonde terminator replied:
  - And here we have reached the intermediate goal. We're scouts, not string bags.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - I thought in general that it was possible to get into the complex through the ventilation system.
  The blonde warrior said:
  - A long way, and too risky. The ventilation system is guarded. We'd better do it smarter and smarter.
  The fiery devil agreed:
  - Biden-Maria can go on reconnaissance with you.
  Not far away at the entrance, Putin-Yuliana noticed the corpse of a poisoned rat. The girl grimaced in disgust:
  - And there is no order.
  The blonde replied logically:
  - And what was clean everywhere in Russia under the communists? Regional committees looked like stables.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - Not everywhere, and now it's not better. In general, Biden-Maria Russian television paints too rosy pictures, it has lost its criticality. That is why there is a false impression that everything is fine. In fact, there are quite a few outrages, here the journalists themselves are to blame, they are afraid to make critical remarks against the first persons of the state. Although the prison does not threaten them, but you can lose your position or money. Therefore, one must be brave and expose the villains.
  The blonde agreed.
  - I agree, personnel shifts are needed. Well, as soon as we create a new race of people that can change everything.
  The red-haired warrior muttered:
  - This issue cannot be approached selfishly.
  The nuclear hangar consisted of special containers into which atomic bombs were loaded. However, the containers were not coded, in case such a powerful weapon was needed urgently. So the girls could well carry out their plan. Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana worked well. They took two detonators and activated first one, then another bomb. Putin-Yuliana pretended to be testing the strength of the second nuclear "hotel".
  - Here you need to make some measurements.
  - For what? - Asked the colonel accompanying her.
  The redhead replied:
  - To select the optimal charge.
  Putin-Yuliana carried out a clever substitution, activating the bomb, to the level of full readiness.
  At the same time, she pretended to measure the critical mass.
  - The smaller the bomb we use against the enemy, the better.
  - That's right, a smaller charge is easier to bring to the target! The Colonel agreed.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - Apparently, in this charge is redundant, and the bomb itself is too bulky. Let's choose the smaller one. Then a mechanism was put in place that was supposed to lead to an explosion in half an hour. Pretty simple detonator in exchange for a tube of lipstick.,
  Biden-Maria activated another bomb just in case. By doing this casually and swapping the containers around. Here the school of illusionists came in handy. For a moment from the impulse, the light flickered and the substitution was made. Well, at the expense of light, it"s completely simple, you need to not noticeably drop acids into a large outlet. And the semblance of micro-closure is provided. It seems not the biggest gap, but you need to make sure.
  You can't trust everything to chance.
  The colonel swore:
  - Whoever is responsible for this will go to court.
  - Give it to us, we'll take it apart for parts! Maria Biden said.
  The officer nodded.
  - Of course I believe you.
  The blonde whipped him up.
  - Let's quickly here a hundred normal backgrounds.
  The Colonel was surprised.
  - And how do you know!
  The girl logically and simply stated:
  - That counter shows a blue level!
  The Colonel laughed and patted Biden-Maria on the shoulder. After that, the girls were helped to load the nuclear weapons onto the car and drive.
  Putin-Yuliana even whistled:
  - Now Vasilevsky and Zhukov cannot avoid retribution.
  Immediately a dozen doors closed behind them and the girls slowly headed for the exit. So far, everything went well and even turned out to be easier than they could have imagined even in their wildest dreams. Putin-Yuliana noted.
  - Most often, a pedestrian gets under the wheels at the very end of the transition.
  Biden-Maria continued:
  - We have done the main thing, which means that life has not been lived in vain.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - No, the cargo with the hydrogen bomb has not yet been captured. A thousand megatons is considered destroyed Europe. Imagine where this will lead!
  The blonde warrior confirmed:
  - We have already seen that a hundredth part destroyed millions. You know it's not over yet.
  Putin-Yuliana exclaimed:
  - Agree! Perhaps that is why humanity must unite under the wings of a double-headed eagle.
  The blonde cooed:
  - There is nothing to object to. If in our world the unification of mankind is far away, then in this universe the goal is much closer. Let's defeat the CSA, and the world will breathe easier.
  Then Biden-Maria whispered:
  - Let's take advantage.
  The girls moved on, the corridors ended, now they had already crept up to the outer door.
  - There is an underground airfield, take off directly from it? - suggested the colonel.
  The warriors blurted out in chorus:
  - Perhaps so!
  The girls already wanted to beat the fanfare. Suddenly, fortune decided that they had quite generous gifts. Bob All got the message. At first, he didn't even believe it.
  - So this can not be! - The mouth began to open like a fish thrown ashore, the eyes bulged.
  Further aggressive screeching:
  - We confirm the message! Ronald Winter is killed, corpses inside, prisoners taken away by cunning. It's kind of an obsession.
  In response, a wild and frenzied roar:
  - That's how! The Rangers got it. What did they arrange a gop-stop. Detain them immediately. I don't know what to do with them! No, I know what I'll do with them. No, I don't know what to do with them.
  The Colonel asked:
  - Kill them?
  The roar became hysterical:
  - No, only alive! We will arrange terrible torture and force them to betray their accomplices.
  Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana heard the order to detain them on the radio and immediately realized that all children's games were over.
  The red-haired vixen ran the edge of her hand over her throat:
  Now real life has begun!
  - The most valuable thing in life is that it is not known when it ends, and the unpredictability of the future - a wallet that does not see the bottom seems endless! - Said Biden-Maria tongue twister.
  The girls jumped on the Colonel before he had time to react and realize the given order.
  Putin-Yuliana broke his neck and drew a short submachine gun. Biden-Maria hit two soldiers in the diagonal and grabbed machine guns. The girls opened fire to kill, aiming at the heads. They managed to lay down a dozen special forces accompanying them in a second. The soldiers rushed to the exit.
  - First of all, we need to grab our backpacks. Maria Biden said.
  Red confirmed:
  - Then hurry up!
  The girls still had magic beads and the artifacts worked. They shot dozens of enemies. Here they rushed, slid, hooked, grabbed machine guns. They thrashed that not a bullet is death. Fury and artifacts led to the fact that the girls moved so fast that they even saw bullets. Grenades flew at them, but the girls threw them back, beating them with their hands and feet, while they themselves went around the corner.
  - That's how you strike your enemies, not knowing the shadow of fear! - Shouted Putin-Yuliana. Fragments flogged many, mangled the corpses. The girls were protected from accidental fragments by the "Armor" stones, they were still in effect. Apparently in another universe nothing bothered them.
  Biden-Maria finished off the two survivors. There were no less than fifty corpses lying around.
  The blonde yelled:
  Let's keep attacking!
  Around the next corner were about twenty more people. They were instantly mowed down, two backpacks were with them.
  - They already wanted to give us! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - I feel a huge relief to keep like that.
  Biden-Maria asked with a smile:
  - Let's use cutting-edge weapons or break through with the help of trophy?
  The red-haired devil, grinning, said:
  - According to circumstances. My proposal is to break through to the underground airfield and take off from there!
  - It is reasonable! The blonde agreed. - Rushed.
  Putin-Yuliana barked:
  - Along with the bomb!
  Both girls ran like antelope goddesses. The enemy has not yet figured out what's what. Biden-Maria screamed at the top of her lungs. She could yell like a real siren:
  - The enemy has landed troops, you need to raise aircraft as soon as possible. We were instructed to immediately attack the enemy army from the air.
  Putin-Yuliana confirmed:
  - You see, you need to fly faster.
  The guards did not immediately realize what was happening. Bob announced only to the colonel. Others heard the gunfire and saw Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana waving their IDs and passes. There was a cart behind them. In general, it was too risky to fight here, they could block the corridors with armored doors. Here the thickness is decent, you can"t break through with a grenade.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - Far from the airport!
  The blonde yelled:
  - So kilometer!
  Squeal in response:
  - It's a matter of minutes.
  The girls ran with all their might, they screamed, the doors were opened for them. The mechanical cart followed them.
  Let's counterattack!
  The colonel-general emotionally yelled at the colonel.
  - Well, what did you hold them up for?
  In response, silence, only shots were heard. Bob did not understand why he did not believe that two tough, but unarmed soldiers could lay down a hundred selected special forces. Well, who would believe it. Video cameras were not everywhere and there was interference on them. The level of technology was far from the beginning of the twenty-first century, so the true picture was hidden. Only when the doors of the underground airfield opened and the alarm was announced.
  Wild howl in response:
  - Comrade General, troops landed. The Russians are attacking us.
  Bob roared:
  - What are you, or something to send to the basement. You carry nonsense!
  Confident statement:
  - No, it's true, you heard it yourself. The colonel appears to have been killed.
  Bob All said, albeit with disdain:
  - Declare an alarm and take up all-round defense. These, if possible, capture two bastards. Pull out tongues.
  The girls-presidents ran to the airfield, the car drove into the site. Biden-Maria waved her hand at the Red Eagle 5 fighter-bomber.
  The blonde suggested:
  - The best car will fly on it.
  The redhead didn't object.
  - Certainly! Loading!
  The girls, reinforced with artifacts, threw a bomb into their belly.
  - Let's pull harder, hit harder! Maria Biden said. It was hard, but I had to move on a slippery surface.
  They opened fire on them, the order had just reached. Biden-Maria opened fire with machine guns.
  Several queues mowed down the run-out commandos. Putin-Yuliana twisted her face:
  - Vulgar!
  Biden-Maria added:
  - Even funny! Your guards are slowed down like winter bears!
  The airfield guards opened fire indiscriminately. Clicking on the triggers of two quick-firing machine guns of the "Quick Stalin" class, the Russian warrior began to mow down the American rangers. The machine gun "Fast Stalin" is a diabolical weapon - seven thousand bullets per minute, of which every fifth bullet is a tracer. Her phenomenal abilities at a critical moment of extreme danger increased dramatically. Putin-Yuliana even joked.
  - You're like a Berrsek, went into a stupor and crush.
  Biden-Maria giggled:
  - Why stand on ceremony.
  The airfield guards were shot at lightning speed, riddled. The bullets of the October rifles and others similar to the M-16 only scratch the paint, from the reinforced bazooka, she managed to dodge the fighter. The rest of the aircraft burst into flames, bullets pierced into them, aviation gasoline and kerosene caught fire. The four armored turrets along the runway were especially dangerous. They were anti-aircraft, and fired bullets more like projectiles. Two towers were immediately put out of action by volleys of rocket charges. The thick tracer fire from the two remaining turrets would no doubt have cut the plane apart if Biden-Maria hadn't turned sharply, putting the plane on its wing.
  The blonde squeaked:
  -Let's go in English!
  - In Japanese! - The red-haired girl answered.
  The fighter, almost catching the wing, the concrete surface took off sideways. A dozen burned and mangled cars were left lying on the runway, people swarming between them. The surviving aircraft quickly rose into the air. Having made a pirouette, dodging the forced anti-aircraft fire in the air, the brave girl leveled the plane, heading for the German border, hoping to break through the front line. Putin-Yulina also fired, knocking down a fighter that had flown up from the right with lead jets. More modern air defense systems could not detect the "Red Eagle" - invisible with the help of radars and open aimed fire with surface-to-air missiles. Nearby, two stinger-type missiles, albeit more primitive, appeared in the air hastily. With the help of a deft pirouette, Biden-Maria dodged, but immediately lost speed.
  - Do not dump gas girlfriend! - Shouted Putin-Yuliana. - It's fraught.
  The blonde yelled:
  I know we will either win or die together.
  The first two fighters had the imprudence to get too close without opening fire, and were easily driven in by machine-gun fire. "Fast Stalins" (A name that praises the leader, but at the same time contains a hidden mockery) snarled menacingly, looking for easily vulnerable points. Anti-aircraft guns opened fire with renewed vigor. One American aircraft approached the danger zone too close, and the downed one hurriedly turned to the base. He did not have time to fly to the airfield: he exploded in the air. Several dozen fighters swooped in from all sides: a swarm of steel bees.
  - Security squadrons! Here they are tightly packed. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria was concerned:
  - Be afraid of aviation attacks! Now we will be in trouble.
  Red Vixen noted:
  - A lot of anti-aircraft guns! And so big!
  - Please do not disturb me. - The blonde girl answered with a tongue twister, barely audible to the ears. And that didn't stop them from fighting. Guided by instinct, and suddenly brightly revealed super-perception, Biden-Maria deftly bypassed the places of shell explosions. She managed to spend a minute in an actively, intensively fired space, being out of range of ground artillery fire. However, another danger arose: a squadron of no less than three hundred aircraft rushed after them.
  - They drive us like a pack of tiger dogs! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  - Now we will give them a light from the volcano! - Said Biden-Maria.
  The redhead remarked aggressively:
  - And How? I saw what a dense swarm!
  The blonde squeaked:
  - The better look!
  Biden-Maria went to the top and dropped a few mines. They were installed in order to prevent stealing secret earnings. Their fall turned out to be successful, immediately six jet enemy fighters were blown up. Another one was torn off the wing and he, spinning, began to fall!
  - Look how the insect's wing was torn off. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  - KShA won't count much today! - Said Biden-Maria.
  Bringing the speed to the limit, Biden-Maria managed to break away from the bulk of the aircraft chasing her. "Red Eagle" - 5 - surpassed conventional fighters in flight and speed. But several Red Eagle cars of similar models were among the pursuers of the brave girls, and they firmly sat on the tail. Dexterous microscopic movements of the aircraft, and non-shrinking distance: prevent enemy aircraft from aiming and hitting. Despite this, the fighters continue to fire furiously.
  The rest of the fighters are gradually falling behind, the metal crows can't keep up with the steel eagles. Suddenly, four more fighters appeared ahead, patrolling the area directly next to the cover of the military group. Opening fire at supernatural speed, Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana were able to shoot down three of the four aircraft by eye, but again reduced their speed.
  Redhead noted:
  - That's it! Here, even from the shots, our car is stormy.
  The blonde agreed.
  - Great payoff. Besides, look at us, firing rockets. It's good that there is no computer guidance yet.
  Greedy cruel, enemies spewing death draw near. Having made a dizzying somersault in the air and avoiding a direct defeat, she managed to shoot down another of the Red Eagle aircraft. The rest, deployed in battle formation, opened heavy fire to kill. Biden-Maria's thoughts were clearer than ever, the movements and shots quick and calculated. Another plane, with a different pilot, would have been destroyed long ago. Only supernatural powers saved the girls from defeat.
  Three Red Orlan aircraft were put out of action by return fire, and it seemed that victory was close. Like a devil out of a box from behind the clouds, a whole dense swarm flew out, a flock of vulture planes. They opened up an astonishingly heavy fire. The battlefield of Biden-Maria and Putin-Yulian was perceived as in a very slow motion filming. Thanks to the artifacts, they were also a great help. Now all their super-perception suggested it was almost impossible to escape from such a dense and intense fire.
  Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana, especially while at the FSB bases, tried to develop or fully test their abilities. But they didn't succeed. All items for Biden-Maria have acquired a thick, bright yellow hue. Now, at a critical moment, dormant forces seem to have awakened in their souls. Especially for the sensitive Biden-Maria: the thick curtain fell, and she was able to fully perceive the battlefield. By a desperate effort of will, with the help of psychic abilities and artifacts of the same Armor, they deflected several air-to-air missiles.
  Then one of the pilots lost consciousness, and his car collided with another plane. The entire battlefield was still perceived as a slow motion film. The planes collided, the warheads deflected each other. Two dozen aircraft have already been put out of action. They exploded and fell down like ball lightning. Above the girls was a lake, quite large and man-made. Crashing into the dark blue water, burning cars hissed and raised stormy fountains. Part of the fuel spilled out, and colorful grief spread over the surface of the lake. A few gulls were circling in the distance. And at that moment, the sight of sea, snow-white gulls awakened in her pity for these people, in general, not bad, and only carrying out someone's order.
  Enough blood and, obeying the voice of conscience, Biden-Maria turned the plane around, rushing through the ranks. However, Putin-Yuliana also did not doze off and hung pebbles on the grieving. In some places, her plane was shot through. An almost invisible force field, similar to a barely visible lilac fog, appeared above the plane. Reflecting routes, and crushing aircraft. It now covered their fighter-bomber, and it was like flying through an extremely narrow passage. A sinuous movement that deflects all projectiles with a semblance of illusion and sorcerous power. Putin-Yuliana continued to shoot, hitting, mowing down the planes.
  The redhead cooed:
  - That's how I nail them Biden-Maria! Like threshing chains.
  The blonde hissed:
  You don't want to spare them!
  Putin-Yuliana roared:
  - In no case! You do not spare them, exterminate all the reptiles, crush them like bedbugs, beat them like cockroaches!
  Biden-Maria replied:
  - These are Julian's people!
  Red Vixen said:
  - A soldier is better than just a man, cleaner, nobler, sincere! However, unlike a mere mortal, he is deprived of the right to life! - The girl noted. Her eyes are so cheerful radiate joy. She seemed to have entered a state of euphoria.
  The blonde saint replied:
  - Shame on Biden-Julian. By killing even one person, you are destroying a miniature universe, which means you are sinning against God!
  The redhead blurted out:
  - Here you go!
  New flocks of steel vultures flew out to meet them.
  Enemy aircraft continued to fire indiscriminately. The squares around it and even in front were cut through by machine-gun bursts and missile routes. Rounding the plane or flying past, they were safe. Biden-Maria turned very pale, sweat broke out on her tanned forehead. She was literally suffocating from overexertion. However, when she reached the very edge of the lake and turned the field, the aircraft was forced to cease fire.
  Several planes were destroyed on the spot by their own missiles. The force field returned the warheads in the opposite direction. One of the planes, not calculating the trajectory, crashed into an invulnerable fighter of girls. Bounced off the wall like a ball, rolled over, doing several somersaults. The plane burned and fell for a long time until it came to the final. He crashed with a noise, dispersing the geyser of spray, flying into the calm as ice, transparent blue lake surface.
  Biden-Maria went up, they fluttered out from under the blow, trying to climb higher.
  Putin-Yuliana said:
  - It is necessary to quickly get over the front line, there we will have chances.
  The blonde warrior replied:
  - I try, but I have to move in a spiral to avoid certain death.
  Red remarked:
  - That might run out of fuel.
  The fair-haired saint reassured:
  - There's a full tank, this is a long-range fighter-bomber. And the front line is not far away.
  The girl performed another turn, leaving on an oblique line. She skillfully twisted, it even seemed that the car was squeezing out the speed more than possible.
  Above them were forests. Not high mountains, the fires below did not burn, which, perhaps, was most suspicious of all. It can be seen that the movement and oscillation of trees is still observed. Putin-Yuliana saw with the eyes of an owl innumerable combat units.
  Red Vixen noted:
  - Wow, we have an army! A huge army, hundreds of tanks, no more than a thousand.
  Despite the long distance, Biden-Maria also saw everything perfectly. There were a great many armored personnel carriers, trucks, infantry fighting vehicles, tanks and other weapons of war down here. And, of course, there were infantry. It is practically impossible to calculate the number of vehicles, but the skill of a scout allows you to roughly determine.
  . CHAPTER #11
  - Yes, a half-million group and about ten thousand tanks are concentrated here. That's a lot of punching power. - Said the blonde girl.
  - And she is ready to go to our troops in the flank. - I noticed Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria agreed:
  - Of course! We knew about it, by the way, there are a lot of anti-aircraft guns here.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - We can't go far to the front line. However, this is not the most important thing, fly with the help of our aircraft closer to the center of the cluster.
  The blonde whistled.
  - Where exactly?
  Putin-Yulina answered with a smile:
  - Where there are more enemies, and a cluster of tanks.
  Biden-Maria winked:
  - You have something in mind Putin-Yulian. But as far as I know you, betraying Russia is not part of your plans.
  The red-haired warrior agreed:
  - Of course! The traitor always loses, he is hated by those whom he betrayed, and despised for the sake of whom, he committed meanness!
  The blonde saint said:
  - Betrayal is not just meanness, but also suicidal idiocy!
  Putin-Yuliana fired again, shooting down four more planes, the rest were a little behind. Biden-Maria, in order to avoid being hit by unguided projectiles, went into a temporary tailspin. Then she ripped open the belly to three more fighters. Their car was tossed like a piece of wood over the waves. Biden-Maria crossed herself, the female presidents gave a turn, they were already running out of bullets.
  Putin-Yuliana leaned out, opened the cockpit and fired a grenade launcher. One fighter was hit, and the other collided with it by inertia. Another tremor followed.
  The redhead exclaimed:
  - Head-on collision is the coolest event in the sky.
  The blonde agreed.
  Yes, it happens on earth too.
  The fiery devil issued:
  - We're over the densest cluster.
  The blonde warrior squeaked:
  - Fine!
  Putin-Yuliana pulled the lever, the belly of the fighter-bomber opened up. The plane immediately became lighter, going up.
  Biden-Maria asked with surprise:
  - What have you done? Dropped an atomic bomb?
  Red Vixen confirmed:
  - Of course, and now we need to leave as quickly as possible!
  The blonde saint was amazed:
  - And you are ready to kill a couple of hundred thousand and cripple no less?
  The fiery devil hissed:
  - We are soldiers, and we must kill, it is our duty, a sacred duty! We leave faster.
  Biden-Maria dived down, Putin-Yuliana grabbed her by the shoulders:
  What do you want to intercept. It's not worth it, those soldiers that we kill here will not be able to destroy the lives of our soldiers.
  The last argument had an effect on the holy girl. Indeed, no matter how cruel it looks to commit mass murder with an atomic bomb, but what good is it for the Motherland.
  The blonde chuckled and replied:
  - I understand you Putin-Yulina. It is impossible to use nuclear weapons more effectively.
  Lightweight fighter-bomber immediately added speed. Now the distance between the girls' car and the enemy armada began to increase. It grew slowly. Putin-Yuliana fired at them with a grenade launcher. She managed to knock out eight planes one after another. First of all, she knocked out the fastest cars. The gap widened, Biden-Maria, as if merged with the motor, transferring some of her own energy to it. Then followed a flash of blinding hellish fire. She instantly heated the surface of the fighter, causing light burns on the faces of the girls.
  The redhead shouted:
  - Close your eyes Biden Maria!
  The blonde snapped.
  - What? I do not understand!
  The girls barely managed to turn away. It got hot in the cab. A few seconds later, followed by a strong shock shock wave. The car was thrown up, it spun in a whirlpool. Almost all the planes flying after the girls spun in a tailspin. Those who did not burn out immediately were destroyed a little later. They were twisted and dragged to the ground. In addition, many cars broke out in fuel tanks. They blazed and fell, others exploded, crumbled.
  The plane of desperate scouts was saved only by the fact that they were covered by artifacts, as well as a great distance from the explosion.
  Biden-Maria managed to level the car, saying with a smile:
  - That's how to put it.
  - Cool! - Said Putin-Yulina.
  The blonde rhymed:
  Russia is holy - God's garden,
  Let the flame shine in generations!
  Trouble reigns - nightmarish hell,
  We must win the battle!
  - Sounds quite logical. As they say, beat the enemy and win, then a wonderful paradise will come. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The girls' plane leveled off, and they were rapidly moving away from the epicenter. Enemy planes survived no more than a dozen, but they were in such shock that they had no time for pursuit.
  Biden-Maria wiped sweat with her palm, singed skin ached. Fires blazed at the bottom, and numerous overturned vehicles were lying around. Various crumpled armored personnel carriers, tanks with torn turrets, burning trucks. And people burned and crippled. How much death and grief has accumulated in the affected square kilometers. Many soldiers were still alive and stretched out charred limbs. Blinded and blistered, they frantically flailed their hands in the air. Who could send curses. Some began to tear the intestines, turned inside out, spit out the insides.
  Putin-Yuliana asked:
  How long will this area be contaminated?
  The blonde warrior confidently replied:
  - Not particularly, the fact is that in this universe atomic bombs are cleaner than in ours, and radiation decays faster there is a difference in physics.
  The red-haired vixen agreed:
  - Well, yes! Perhaps the mirror theory is somewhat naive.
  Biden-Maria confirmed:
  - The term of an endless, closed harmonica is more suitable.
  Putin-Yuliana confidently blurted out:
  - So here, the anomalous zone will not arise!
  The blonde nodded.
  - Excluded! Although how can you be at least something sure in advance. Our future is a fog, in our past it is either hell or heaven! There is emptiness and dope in my head, wipe bitter tears! - Putin-Yuliana sang in response.
  - What we have seen is part of the concept of a limited nuclear war. As a result, force majeure circumstances arise. - Biden-Maria even noted. - Cruelty forced, but still extremely difficult to perceive.
  The aircraft engine began to sneeze and cough. The car shook again and began to lose altitude. Although the front line was within easy reach. Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - Lucky us as drowned.
  Biden-Maria countered:
  - To turn this and stay alive, not everyone is given. You know the pilot who dropped the bomb on Hiroshima ended his days in a lunatic asylum.
  - This is undoubtedly terrible, but I personally do not face it! - Putin-Yuliana jumped to the helm. Let me straighten it out.
  The blonde confirmed:
  - Try it, maybe you have a lucky hand.
  Biden-Maria moved away, but even Putin-Yuliana is unable to cope with the elements. She quit and said:
  - Let's roll! Yes, quickly!
  The plane was falling faster and faster and the girls barely had time to pick up the artifacts and eject. They were thrown up sharply. Biden-Maria felt the familiar feeling of flying. As it was already in the exercises. Everything looked in a special indescribable way, as if in a dream:
  - That's where you get the buzz. Leap into nothing! Maria Biden said.
  - Or maybe even landing in Russian! - Putin-Yuliana, like her partner, flew without a parachute. This made them less visible to the enemy, a standard trick for female-wolf-terminator-presidents. The speed due to air friction does not exceed forty meters per second. And it can be slowed down even more.
  Biden-Maria suggested:
  - Let's do the following, land without parachutes.
  The red-haired warrior agreed:
  - Why is the soil soft here? Let's pass the test.
  The landing turned out to be quite tough, the girls folded their legs upon landing and almost broke them as a result. True, the soil turned out to be really soft, which saved them from serious injuries. However, in the calves and knees, the girls felt a serious pain.
  Biden-Maria got up and dusted herself off, saying through her teeth:
  - This is the pain of punishment for excessive vanity.
  Putin-Yuliana confirmed:
  - That's right, it seems I have a slight dislocation, help me straighten it.
  - Give me your leg! Biden-Maria said decisively.
  She pulled sharply, Putina-Yuliana gritted her teeth, then let go.
  The blonde asked
  - Well, it doesn't hurt!
  The redhead blurted out:
  - Now there is no!
  Biden-Maria confidently said:
  - Task number one to cross the front line. This is to help our brothers. And in general, a new secret task awaits us ahead.
  Putin-Yuliana confirmed:
  - Yes, of course, to defuse the hydrogen bomb, this is an important goal. Here, perhaps, all mankind will be grateful to us.
  The girls looked around. Forest as a forest characteristic of temperate latitudes. Deciduous trees, moss, an owl hooted in the darkness.
  Biden-Maria remarked:
  - There are still animals here, so we ended up in a relatively calm place.
  - After such an explosion, they will not be up to us! I'm sure the enemy is shocked. - Putin-Yuliana rubbed her flaky nose. - I recommend jogging, it is useful after such a load on the plane.
  The blonde confidently confirmed:
  - Here I agree with you.
  The girls raced. They ran with a decent weight on their backs, but there was no even thought to complain about the difficulties. Although this is not very convenient, especially since the girls ran into a swamp. But here they just needed speed. When you run fast, your legs do not have time to tie. Some tussocks girls jumped over. Along the way, they unexpectedly stumbled upon a large frog with a sharp fox snout.
  - Wow, a new kind of living creature. - Biden-Maria noted. - This universe surprises me more and more.
  Putin-Yuliana deliberately yawned:
  - A frog with a fox face. This is far from a miracle, but a fox with flippers would surprise me.
  The blonde terminator noted:
  - Maybe we'll see. It was probably not bad to study the DNA of such creatures.
  A large spider, the size of a mongrel, ran across the surface. He turned his face and rushed back. He was not afraid of people, but he did not show aggression either.
  Then another frog appeared, larger with eight legs. She did not attack people, but only made a thin sound and jumped into the slush. From there, a spider popped up. The toad clung to him and began to tear him apart. The insect had jaws, but too small and thin to fight back. True, the spider tried to throw out a dense thread and confuse his opponent. The toad broke a couple of his limbs, biting through the shell. The arthropod tried to fight back, but it already looked like agony. A couple more blows and the insect slowed down. Gnawing it, pulling out juicy meat.
  Putin-Yuliana opined:
  - It looks like a mutation. Maybe such a life form appeared recently?
  Biden-Maria countered:
  - In our zone of wonders, the mutation was not so much due to radiation, but to the influence of an unknown anomaly, maybe even aliens. And here there are transformations caused by a different arrangement of stars. Fundamentally new, hitherto unexplored.
  - For scientific discussions, we have too little data. - objected Putin-Yuliana. - Yes, and in general for us the most important thing is to survive.
  When the swamp ended, the step was slowed down, again the forest was warm, summer, the tops were swaying. Putin-Yuliana, this beautiful girl is tired of army boots, the army of the KSA. They were forced to wear them instead of their improved ones, otherwise the shoes would give them away. The girl threw them off and gladly walked barefoot on the gentle grass. Biden-Maria followed suit. The grass tickled her bare heels, the scout passed the blades of grass between her fingers, it was pleasant. I stepped on a bump, deliberately trying to choose a knot sharper in order to experience sensitivity.
  - No, camouflage is not particularly comfortable. - Said Biden-Maria.
  Putin-Yuliana agreed:
  - Yes, they rub it out of habit. It's also good that my skin is so strong. Otherwise there would be blisters.
  There was a stream ahead. The girls dipped their chiseled tanned legs into it, splashed each other with water. They remembered their early childhood, when they were just discovering the world for themselves. Everything seemed so huge inviting. Especially the mountains and the sea. To some extent, they were lucky to be born in a test tube, if not the world, then almost all of Russia they traveled.
  Biden-Maria noted:
  - Step by step we are approaching the goal. True, three snipers are sitting in front on the tops.
  Putin-Yuliana blurted out:
  - In ambush!
  The blonde confirmed:
  - Yes, they hid in a cell.
  The red-haired warrior asked:
  - Ours or KSA.
  The fair-haired warrior whispered:
  - African, Putin-Yuliana. There are not many Africans in Russia yet. You know that as well as I do.
  The fiery devil asked:
  - And what will she do?
  Biden-Maria suggested:
  - You can just bypass!
  Putin-Yuliana suggested:
  - No, I suggest you practice. Let's climb up and take them out with our bare hands.
  The blonde terminator suggested:
  - Maybe easier from silent weapons?
  The red-haired warrior shook her head.
  - So not interesting! Just pulled the trigger, and here you can feel the enemy's neck.
  The fair-haired girl crushed the mosquito with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - Then good luck! Forward to victory commander.
  The girls quickly climbed the trees. Here it is a great art to move silently. The twig can easily crackle even under light weight. Scouts noted that the flasks in the American army are different. The officers are compressed by an accordion, and the soldiers are simple, standard.
  The snipers sat in their nests, practically invisible. In the dark, there is not even a glare from the sun on the sights. Barefoot girls moved like weasels, the chirping of insects, including cicadas, was heard in the distance, the cuckoo gave a voice. The sniper, still a young Negro, spoke in bad English.
  - How long do I live bird of Europe.
  Here the voice of the harbinger of fate fell silent, the Africans cursed:
  - That's a damn bird.
  - Do not be offended by the truth. - Biden-Maria twisted the young man's head, breaking his neck. - It's a pity for the boy, but he didn't have time to sin.
  Putin-Yuliana did the same, but without cheap sentiment. The impulses of her soul are so bright, but no less severe for that.
  - Oddly enough, death at a young age saves from the pangs of old age, the soul from dirt, and the heart from divorce!
  Since the liquidation took place in the style of Rambo without noise, the girls could afford a simplified elimination scheme. Rather, they climbed in from both sides, moving like snakes. They made their way to shut their mouths. The soldier sitting in the center lit a cigarette:
  - Bad act! Biden-Maria whispered. - He unmasks himself, blinding his eyes from the light.
  - And besides that threatens to get lung cancer! - Answered Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde commented:
  - Smoking prolongs life only in one case, as the last wish before being shot!
  The red-haired warrior agreed:
  - The correct definition of Biden-Maria.
  The girls, clinging to the branches with their bare toes, approached the smoker from two sides and slapped their ears once, blowing up the eardrums and causing a fatal brain shock.
  - One two Three! Wipe the spotlights! - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The girls grabbed their weapons and examined the sniper rifles. So at first glance, nothing special. Good optics, a long barrel, the name "red kite" - 4. In general, there is somehow a lot of red.
  Putin-Yuliana even teased:
  - Glad fool red!
  Biden-Maria noted:
  - Strange in our world, Stalin was not particularly fond of red names. Although met.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - Apparently, having become the chairman of the KSA, he experienced degradation.
  The blonde logically stated:
  - Yes, and the environment negatively affected him.
  The girls also took machine guns as trophies. Now you can move, more quickly, calmer ahead.
  Biden-Maria even asked Putin-Yuliana.
  - Can I run?
  The red-haired warrior agreed:
  - Why not! Jogging with a load is useful.
  The girls accelerated, they raced like motorcycles, not paying attention to the twigs, bumps thrown off by their bare feet, and even raced through the thorns. And the spines were quite large and very sharp. The beauties even felt pain. They were forced to stop and pull out of their bare feet.
  Putin-Yuliana remarked:
  - Hear, shoot! It's time to cross the front line.
  Biden-Maria agreed:
  - The trenches are not solid, you can get around.
  The redhead said aggressively:
  - No, I propose to break through with noise on the tank.
  The blonde warrior said:
  - Too risky, the tank can be bombed or even shot from cannons.
  Putin-Yuliana giggled:
  - They didn't shoot us in the fighter!
  Biden-Maria cooed:
  "But it"s still easier to protect us than a car. Here they punctured their legs with games, protection did not help.
  Redhead noted:
  - It happens and such Maria.
  The blonde warrior said:
  - Yes, and one tank is not such a great value, we handed over cooler weapons. That's what would not hurt to steal so it's a helicopter.
  The fire devil said:
  - So our turntables are no worse than American
  The blonde girl remarked:
  - I read in the documents that the newest one was received, from among those that scientists created on a sharashka to avoid inhuman torture. If you don't meet the deadline, even the family can be tortured. With powerful weapons and very maneuverable. As far as I can navigate the map, he should pass his first combat tests in this area.
  Putin-Yuliana said:
  - Well, if we're lucky and we stumble upon it, then we can take a chance.
  Biden-Maria gave a certificate:
  - In the village of Grat, there are only two airfields, and, most likely, this helicopter is located on the most guarded one.
  The redhead added:
  - If so, then we will solve it in a cool way.
  The girls moved towards the village of Grat. It was already about two o'clock or even three in the morning, most of the soldiers were asleep. The girls approached the checkpoint.
  Dogs were running around.
  It seems difficult to cope with the dog, to deceive the scent. But the FSB studied various ways to deal with this breed. In particular, it turned out that there is a set of smells that causes an artificial taboo in dogs, a sense of mortal danger. Having heard, their animal will not give a sound. And it is not difficult to make such substances, with a relatively weak smell that is not perceptible to humans. Some of them even program the dog for unquestioning obedience. In the FSB, the term "flavor of God" was assigned to them. The girls covered themselves with them and, hiding behind camouflage, crawled to the checkpoint. The searchlights were off, the blackout was in effect. Ten people, five each, they can be destroyed in a split second, discs and daggers. Just show up and tag. At the moment of sudden death, the girl managed to notice only one fighter. And almost immediately he died.
  - Sorry guys! - Said Biden-Maria. We've been killing for a while now.
  Putin-Yuliana snorted contemptuously:
  - And you worry about each of them?
  The blonde answered honestly:
  - I try to forget, otherwise a heart attack will suffice.
  The red vixen showed her tongue:
  - Which heart - right or left? Stop whining, pretend you're a terminator machine.
  The girls left the checkpoint, they put special silencers on the captured machine guns, as a result of which they acquired invulnerability. The next roadblock presented an amusing picture. Music was playing, it was evident that someone had dragged one of the first reel -to-reel tape recorders. The officer came out from behind the shelter to relieve himself. He had two bottles in his hands, Coca-Cola and whiskey. And to unzip the fly, a third was required.
  The Asian had to take the bottles under his arms, dousing himself with an unappetizing liquid.
  Putin-Yuliana grimaced:
  - His dignity is not at all impressive.
  Biden-Maria stated:
  - And I hate to seem like him.
  The redhead blurted out:
  - I'll kill the officer!
  The girls crept closer and brought down the butt on the back of the stsykunu's head.
  - That's how I laid the pervert.
  Biden-Maria almost stepped barefoot into a stinking puddle, this caused such a fit of anger in her that, bursting in, she without fuss gave a long line, immediately laying down fifteen people.
  The blonde said:
  - That's how the disassembly happened.
  The redhead replied:
  - Well, you give Biden-Maria, I did not expect this.
  The blonde warrior replied:
  - Yes perishing too they stink! Even the nose can turn.
  The fire devil nodded.
  - Here I agree! The boys haven't washed in a long time.
  At the second checkpoint, located from the rear, discipline was weaker because the guys expected that the first post would warn them about a sudden visit from the authorities.
  - Now the third and walk through the barracks. - Offered Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Putin objected:
  - Maybe immediately to the airfield? Why get distracted.
  The red devil replied:
  - We will only lay mines, they are at the checkpoints here. Quite in the style of Schwartz. Do you remember the movie "Commando".
  The blonde warrior said:
  - Fighter is not the worst, but we have already surpassed the grandfather of "Arnie". In general, I wanted to fight the terminator myself. I would arrange this for him, the century would remember me - in the next world.
  - Given that the soul is immortal, one century is not enough. - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  The third checkpoint, the largest in it, the soldiers were watching TV. So small, still black and white, but delightful. The famous film "Nuclear Fist" was on it. A group of communists performed miracles, and among them the pioneers stood out with special ingenuity: a boy and a girl, an African and a white.
  Especially often they quoted Stalin's statement. And the great leader himself was shown, perhaps, more often than the main characters
  The film, despite the pathos, was quite entertaining. Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana put a dagger in the eye of a bored sentry. He staggered and held him, leaving him in a standing position. After that, laying down two dozen others was a matter of no complicated technique. In order to have fun, the girl shot from the "silent", only sixteen people, each eight.
  - Serial murder is not the most interesting pastime! Biden-Maria noted.
  The girls jumped out and grappled with the others. They unanimously struck blows, spinning and jumping high. They beat no weaker than a crowbar. Teeth flew out and crumbled, along with drops of blood.
  Putin-Yuliana whistled:
  - Good boys, I just don't know what to do with you, fight or fuck. Which, by the way, is one and the same.
  Biden-Maria, for a change, killed her partner with a tiger claw strike in the heart. Putin-Yuliana cost the edge of the palm.
  - It's easier and more efficient! - She explained.
  The blonde giggled.
  - Yes, here's a TV, what a small screen, but it's big.
  The red-haired warrior aggressively remarked:
  - It weighs sixty kilograms, no less. Not the most comfortable colossus. In general, the principle of television is quite complicated, you don"t immediately understand how it works. There is even a version that the production technology came from aliens!
  Biden-Maria nodded in agreement:
  - This is quite possible. Now it remains only to turn it off so as not to start a fire.
  Putin-Yuliana punched the screen, and received a strong response with an electrical discharge.
  The red-haired warrior yelped:
  - Oh, you! So painful!
  The blonde terminator giggled.
  - And what did you want a thousand volts.
  A decent burn appeared on the fist of Putin-Yuliana.
  - That's how I almost crippled. - The girl was ready to growl in annoyance.
  The fair-haired warrior stamped her bare foot:
  - Then let's better get out, otherwise the siren will howl.
  The girls left another cleared bunker. By ear and smell, they noticed sentries. On tiptoe they picked up and once an easy death. After the installation of mines. The barracks are quite cramped and there should be many victims. In addition, the girls covered themselves with motorcycles and armored personnel carriers. Sneaking under the belly of Putin-Yulian, she spilled gasoline, went to the fuel tanks. The guards fell into a dead sleep.
  The redhead squeaked:
  - It will be much easier.
  Fuel: kerosene, gasoline, diesel fuel, were spilled down the street. This was supposed to start a real fire. There was a tower in the center of the town, Biden-Maria, hiding in the bushes, ran across to her. Then, clinging with her hands and toes, she climbed up.
  The guards drank coffee and smoked.
  Biden-Maria only managed to tell them:
  - Hello lads. - A swing of the dagger and one sweep of three heads at once.
  - I hope your karma is not burdened with murders. - Said the holy girl.
  With the next step, the girl went down and moved to the next tower. The work of a saboteur requires patience.
  The colonel came out into the street, he obviously wanted to take a piss, which he managed to do, and at the same time deal with the "otkhodnik".
  Biden-Maria let him through, perhaps deciding to spare him. But then the colonel called out to the sentry:
  - Pedro bring beer!
  He, of course, did not move, he was supported by a nail, on which Putin-Yuliana planted him.
  The Colonel yelled:
  - Are you deaf, you want fifteen days in a guardhouse.
  - Okay, I'll save you the headache. - Biden-Maria threw a boomerang disk that cut off her head, and then caught it with her hand. - Well, how relieved handsome.
  The Colonel fell down, never to get up again. Biden-Maria, meanwhile, climbed to another tower. Then she was accidentally noticed, but before the soldier could scream, the girl shot him from the "silent". Then she jumped up with one jump, interrupting the others with a short burst.
  Then the blonde muttered:
  - And here is the order.
  Both girls acted harmoniously, like the mechanism of a box. We walked through the barracks and, finally, approached the most guarded airfield. There really were a lot of anti-aircraft guns, there were sentries, towers, barbed wire under current. Reinforced security was to prevent a surprise attack from the enemy. But the guards were carried somewhat carelessly. It was evident that the sentries were smoking, the towers were quite open with twenty-millimeter machine guns.
  Biden-Maria and Putin-Yuliana decided to change tactics. They took off their clothes from the guards, dressed themselves. Reluctantly, they pulled on bare, graceful, tanned, girlish legs boots.
  - Disguise requires sacrifice! Temporary, but no less difficult, especially for a woman! No more than plastic surgery! - Summed up Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria agreed:
  - This smell of soldier's sweat is killing me!
  Nevertheless, they dressed themselves and with a confident gait, talking like drunks, went to the commandant's office. Biden-Maria felt like a stallion, Putin-Yuliana played the march.
  The sentries slowed them down:
  - Where to go!
  The red-haired vixen growled:
  - Listen urgently to the chief commander, there is an urgent message.
  Shout in response:
  - He's sleeping!
  "Then we'll give it to you!" - Terminator girls and former presidents rushed to hug the guards, so much so that they could not move.
  Other sentries rushed to them and immediately died on the spot. Having finished with the guards of the girl, they threw grenades at the machine-gun towers. The silent phase of the operation is over.
  At the same time, the mines attached to the barracks exploded. Fuel flared up, a huge fire broke out.
  - All right, all right! Where were grandma's! - Childishly pronounced Putin-Yuliana. The scout fired a burst at the soldiers running out and rushed into the thick of the battle.
  Biden-Maria rushed in the other direction. The next performance of the super action movie, the cleansing of the area, began.
  Putin-Yuliana fired two automatic clips at once. Soon one of them jammed, and the girl threw it away with anger, taking another. Again the scout raced like an annihilation star.
  - I beat records in murder, my portrait is on all the covers! My sad and proud look, a passionate killer in sandals! - Putin-Yuliana sang, her full-sounding and strong voice evoked horror, especially because the words sounded in Russian! - I'm not tired of killing from a machine gun! U-turn to the right to the left, the blood rages like a waterfall! I will mutilate everyone in the world, I will turn a candle into a volcano!
  Biden-Maria picked up:
  - This is Russian special forces, it destroys all infections! And whoever doesn't give in to those krants, we'll kill you without fuss!
  - We'll kill you without fuss! - Handed out Putin-Yuliana.
  The girls blew up the current generator, let's plunge the corridors into darkness. This did not bother them, and the Americans and their European colleagues began to shoot at each other.
  Biden-Maria burst into the office of General Laudevo, the boss. He was holding a pistol in his hands. Seeing a black man in uniform, he smiled.
  - What do you want to say private?
  - I'm a lieutenant! - Biden-Maria hit the enemy with her foot, on the arm holding the weapon with such force that he turned out to have a broken bone. From the pain shock, the general began to sag. The girl jumped up to him, pressed her fingers on his neck, forcing him to come to himself.
  The blonde asked harshly:
  - How many of you are in the city?
  - Three regiments! - He answered. Blinking frequently, the general asked: - You, in fact, who are you?!
  The blonde chirped:
  - Hot Russian women!
  He was surprised:
  - And so similar to African-Americans.
  - We were born that way, our mother was too temperamental. Biden-Maria said half-jokingly. - Do you want to live?
  The general blurted out:
  - Certainly!
  The blonde said in a stern tone:
  - Then you must do the following. - Shout out the words. - We were attacked by Russians dressed in CSA uniforms, and many disguised themselves as African-Americans. Understood!
  The General said doubtfully:
  "Then panic will set in and my boys will shoot each other.
  Biden-Maria blurted out:
  - That's it!
  The dignitary grunted, choking with fear:
  - No, I won't go for it!
  - You have a toughness, and at the same time devotion to the government, but that's what makes you dangerous. So goodbye - Biden-Maria delivered a lethal injection to the forehead. "Honestly, you could have been taken prisoner. This is perhaps more difficult, but fairer.
  The girl opened the safe with a shot, taking documents and money.
  - From a dashing dog, even a tuft of wool! - She said. She pulled up the microphone and, imitating the voice of the general, shouted:
  - We were attacked by a whole enemy division in the form of the KSA army, they even have makeup on their faces, so that it would be easier to mistake for African-Americans. Shoot and kill them with all guns!
  Grabbing machine guns with grenades, she continued to dance. The female presidents were practically impenetrable, they moved too fast, and the enemy soldiers did not have time to answer them. It was certainly not an equal fight.
  True, there were only two of them, and there were hundreds of enemies, or rather, even thousands of a whole division - three regiments. The quantity partly compensated for the quality. But in a panic, even this did not help.
  The narrow corridors of the KSA troops could not take advantage of this. The situation was dynamic, when none of the parties has an advantage, but qualitative superiority wins. However, the girls are also tired, not only physically but mentally. After all, it is unpleasant to see so many corpses, it makes a strange impression, especially if you kill them. And there is a lot of blood, a lot. The girls dipped their boots in them, leaving red marks. Sometimes hit in the face.
  Putin-Yuliana kept licking off the brackish liquid. The feeling was mixed, blood, as you know, in a large dose intoxicates no worse than wine. Biden-Maria, when the blood got on her tongue, just spat and roared:
  - It's disgusting.
  Putin-Yuliana replied:
  - Each corpse is the preserved precious life of a Russian soldier. Look at it from a similar point of view.
  - You feel relieved when you think about it. Biden-Maria agreed.
  - Duty to the Motherland is the best justification for an unseemly act, any meanness is holy, if dictated by considerations of patriotism! - Said Putin-Yuliana. And no one will object to it.
  Having finished destroying the towers, having killed most of the soldiers, the girls ran out onto the runway. There were at least two dozen helicopters and three jet fighters. Putin-Yuliana looked back, peering at the burning city.
  The Warrior noted:
  - This is where history is made.
  - Nami! And you feel proud. - Biden-Maria threw a grenade that was seized (here are the poor fellows, they won"t even let them die with dignity) at the dead soldiers, blowing up the helicopter.
  The red-haired warrior noted with irony:
  - Careful Biden-Maria. You will damage the cool helicopter "Red Stalin"!
  The blonde terminator giggled.
  - And then Stalin, and even red. Completely freaked out. Although no, it is called "Winged Koba".
  The fire devil giggled.
  - Well, yes! But the meaning is the same!
  Helicopter "Winged Koba", was teardrop-shaped with two large and three small propellers. Weapons in it were in abundance, rockets, aircraft guns, machine guns.
  The girls, throwing grenades, ran up to him. I had to hurry. Finish off the enemies as quickly as possible. Helicopters and fighters burned brightly, a sheaf of fire threatened to engulf the Winged Koba vehicle as well. The girls opened the door with the keys taken from the general's office. (Biden-Maria thinks very quickly, and no matter how hot the fight is, she won"t miss even this little thing). They jumped inside, then Putin-Yuliana said:
  - There is a man hiding somewhere, I can smell it.
  Biden-Maria confirmed:
  - He, apparently, is still very young, quite clean and white. Get out soon, otherwise we will prick our ears.
  The young man got out. He was in a flying jacket, outwardly fragile, almost a boy. Not a single hair on her ruddy face. In English he said:
  - Don't kill me, I'm ready to help you.
  The red-haired warrior asked in a menacing tone:
  - And who are you?
  The boy confidently answered:
  - Pilot! Arthur Klein.
  The blonde asked
  - German?
  The young man shook his head.
  - Not! American, however, from among the whites. However, in spite of formal equality, the communist regime made us second-class people. And you must be Russian.
  Putin-Yuliana grinned:
  - Why do you think so?
  The boy replied:
  - Destroy enemy equipment and famously. Besides, your movements are too fast for the Africans.
  Biden-Maria nodded in agreement:
  - In this case, you're absolutely right. Okay, our boy is taking off.
  The young man said confidently:
  - Enter the code 2495057640 GHSOW first. Otherwise, the helicopter will explode.
  - Not too badly thought out, but you personally, what are you doing here. - Asked Putin-Yuliana, dialing the code and starting the engine.
  The boy said with embarrassment:
  - You see, I'm only sixteen years old, or rather, even a little less, and I'm beautiful.
  The red-haired vixen nodded in agreement:
  - Agree with this, cute face.
  The teenager, blushing and shuddering, replied:
  - The senior soldiers harass me, especially the Africans, they want to lower me, to make me gay!
  The blonde spoke threateningly.
  - It happens! Not enough to kill for it.
  The boy stammered and added:
  - So in the barracks I am threatened by the dark, and therefore I spend the night here.
  Helicopter "Red Koba" wound up and took off. It pulled off vertically without requiring a stripe, and the armor was dark blue, making the vehicle almost invisible in the night sky.
  - Weird! Maria Biden said . - That you were actually taken to serve in the army as a child and entrusted to sit in such a helicopter.
  The young man chuckled.
  - You see, I have a phenomenal reaction, and great abilities. In addition, Africans do not make important pilots, so whites are often recruited into aviation. In particular, I liked to juggle, they noticed me and sent me to aviation. Then they were struck by how quickly the blonde catches on the fly, that the command entrusted me with this helicopter for testing.
  - Amazing! - Biden-Maria noted.
  The helicopter rose higher and higher. No one was following him, it was not clear before that. Putin-Yuliana suggested:
  - Let's go down below and become invisible to the radar.
  The young man agreed:
  - What a wonderful idea.
  The redhead answered sternly:
  - You have wonderful ideas.
  The burning city with red flames bursting into the sky was left far behind. It was only audible how the shells were exploding, apparently detonated ammunition.
  It's already getting light. In the distance to the east, where they flew, there were glimmers of light.
  The dawn, still timid, was scarlet, only the edge was visible, but the soul was already more cheerful. The grass begins to turn pink. In order not to get hit, they flew over the very steep, where it is impossible for vehicles to move and only sometimes snipers sit. Biden-Maria launched a radio broadcast, the girl said, clearly minting the words:
  - Mission completed successfully! The warehouse was destroyed, the enemy suffered enormous damage, many tens of thousands of soldiers were killed. Now we are flying on a captured Winged Koba fighter, waiting for the opportunity to land! This is our personal request, we need to save such a valuable car for the Russian army.
  A minute later came the answer:
  - Fly to the airfield from which you started. This will save you from a possible misunderstanding.
  - Thanks! - Said Biden-Maria.
  Putin-Yuliana, meanwhile, asked the young man:
  -How do you live there?
  The teenager automatically asked:
  - In KSHA?
  The red-haired warrior replied with a wink:
  - Yes! After all, you don"t know how they live in modern Russia.
  The young man readily answered, straightening the blond bangs of his lush hair like a girl"s:
  - How to say, according to official propaganda, there is no better place in the whole world. And if it's real, it's like in prison. We actually live in the barracks from early childhood. From the age of three, we are taught to dig in the sandbox, accustomed to work. In general , how strange, we seem to work a lot, plans are fulfilled and overfulfilled, and many elementary things are not in stores. You can't get fashionable clothes, food on cards, which is very expensive beyond that. Us white boys were generally raised apart from their parents. We lived in camps. First, as small Stalinists, they studied and worked, then they became pioneers. We were often flogged in the barracks. The young man took a sip from the flask and continued to speak with fervor.
  - There was no free time for games. Everyone walked in the same khaki-colored clothes, and barefoot until the frost. Allegedly, to temper and not get sick. Well, if you get sick, you can not avoid spanking. And generally flogged for the slightest reason.
  The young man pulled off his overalls, despite his thinness, he was wiry, and it was clear that he was able to hit back. On the back, indeed, there were traces of a whip and rubber hoses.
  - Yes, it looks terrible! Biden-Maria agreed.
  The red-haired warrior confidently stated:
  - And, in my opinion, the boy is well done, not everyone can survive in such conditions. But in general, are there dissatisfied KSA?
  The teenager confidently answered:
  - I think it's enough, including at the top. In any case, the arrests are ongoing. You constantly hear someone was taken. Even among us youngsters there were arrests, usually after them the children disappeared or went to the uranium mines. Only one guy came back, completely disabled, and soon died. But before that, he managed to tell a lot of terrible things. However, our life was not much different from prison.
  Putin-Yuliana remarked:
  - So, everything went on as usual. Such a regime is an abomination.
  - Perverted communism, worse than perverted capitalism - it's easier to cut heads in the ranks and it's more convenient to mow them with a burst! Biden-Maria noted. - But do not blame Stalin for everything. This is where the environment comes into play. If the Russian people themselves are holy and inclined to respect the ruling person, then in America, with its eternal democracy, a dictator cannot but become an executioner.
  The red-haired warrior answered confidently:
  - I don't blame him! I recognize him as a great man! For his country, he achieved amazing results. She took Russia with a plow, but left it with a hydrogen bomb!
  In general, this is my favorite ruler, and even composed in his address.
  Putin-Yuliana paused and read, breathlessly:
  He inspired us in difficult times,
  Having made the will stronger steel ...
  Saved the world from the plague
  Dear Comrade Stalin!
  
  In many ways I measured
  In an infinite universe...
  You opened the right path for us -
  Specifying it forever!
  
  Can't describe the syllable
  How great is your genius!
  You could do this
  Honor and reason of generations!
  
  You have risen above the stars
  You shine brighter than the sun!
  Conveyed the truth,
  Sowing wisdom on the planet!
  
  The nation is strong in spirit,
  Motherland-Russia is getting stronger!
  The country has been famous for centuries
  Stalin is our mission hero!
  The young man winced and took a deep breath.
  - I know Russian. Don't you think it's blasphemous to sing this after Stalin gave the order to launch a nuclear strike on Russia.
  Putin-Yuliana shook her head:
  We are from another universe. So in our world, Stalin once ruled our country. There is nothing surprising.
  The teenager squeaked:
  - That's how? And in our country it is forbidden to read science fiction, except for the one that Stalin personally wrote.
  The red-haired warrior was surprised:
  - Stalin fantastic?
  The little boy replied unsurely.
  - Maybe he does not write himself, but he has books about the future. How good it will be under communism and how its influence will spread throughout the universe. There even space battles are described. True, we studied them in the lessons of political information.
  Putin-Yuliana, it seems, was not at all surprised, she only moved her unwomanly broad shoulders:
  - Hitler was also a kind of science fiction writer. He put forward the theory of the hollow Earth.
  . CHAPTER #12
  The young man said angrily:
  - Hitler is usually portrayed as a fool, but I agree with him?
  - What did you come to a common denominator. - Biden-Maria was surprised.
  The teenager blurted out aggressively:
  - That the Negroes are an inferior nation, and must obey the whites.
  The warrior girls shook their heads.
  - No way. All races are equal. Blacks are the oldest race on Earth, beautiful, intelligent people. Africans are no worse than whites.
  The young man said aggressively:
  - Why so cruel?
  - The environment is to blame and education. At one time, through the fault of Hitler and fascism, the educated and cultured German people, who gave the world many poets, writers, composers, scientists, sank to a bestial state. - Said Biden-Maria.
  Putin-Yuliana harshly stated:
  "So never say that one race is bad and another is good.
  - I will remember this! - Outwardly, the teenager agreed, although his eyes continued to express discontent.
  The blonde terminator squeaked:
  - Well, wonderful, but for now let's fly!
  The red-haired warrior said:
  - We have already arrived, Biden-Maria are going down.
  The underground airfield was barely noticeably dug up and the Winged Koba helicopter dived there. You can see how easily the car turns. Despite the low ceiling of Putin-Yuliana, she performed a dead loop:
  - So, let's dance hopak!
  They were greeted with flowers. They laid a tricolor carpet. Among those who were on the site, Marshal Vasilevsky stood out for his majestic appearance. He personally shook hands with the girls. Thanks for the deeds.
  The illustrious commander said with delight:
  - We have already sent a telegram to President Zhukov. He answered us that he would award the hero of Russia with golden crosses.
  - Great, but will they give the order "Victory"? - Not quite tactfully asked Putin-Yuliana.
  Marshal Vasilevsky with a frown said:
  - No, it's only for commanders. True, you may still be awarded the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called. Which in itself is very honorable. True, Zhukov is not particularly generous with awards, so I cannot guarantee you much. And in rank, I will promote you to the level of captains. I can't take it anymore without the Minister of Defense's sanction.
  - Nu that same! They were simple lieutenants, but they became captains, bypassing the senior lieutenant level, very, very well. Biden-Maria said with a cheerful wink.
  - Of course, given our age, not a bad start to a career. - Agreed Putin-Yuliana. Although our two sabotage had a great impact on the course of the war.
  Biden-Maria shook her head and added:
  - Simply colossal!
  Marshal Vasilevsky nodded in agreement:
  - You mean the abandoned atomic bomb. Yes, this caused a real shock among our enemies. We haven't even counted the number of dead enemies yet.
  - Did it explode underground? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  - Yes, it exploded. - Instruments recorded two atomic explosions, and the underground one was much more powerful. So perhaps when the damage is more fully assessed, you will be rewarded more generously.
  - To do good in the name of the fatherland is the best reward for a Russian person! - Biden-Maria could not resist the pathos.
  The illustrious commander nodded in agreement:
  - Well, we'll take that into account. In the meantime, the general's apartments are at your service. You can take a bath and relax.
  - I have long dreamed of washing after the "Americans." Putin-Yuliana said and rolled her eyes imagining how black warriors were greedily embracing her. Biden-Maria thought the same thing, but ethically kept silent.
  The girls were taken out of the subway, put into a Mercedes and taken to a hotel room. Despite the fact that he was in the bunker, nevertheless, he was very, not bad. Notable Nazis used to rest here. At the entrance there is a bas-relief with lions, a statue of Bismarck. And also some figured nymphs with a fig leaf around their hips. Among the new portraits are Tsar Peter the Great, Nicholas II, Ivan the Terrible, Brusilov, Denikin and the first popularly elected President Kolchak. Luxurious rooms, gilding, crystal, carpets and even a TV in the room, with a silver case. Few rooms, and not a big pool.
  Beautiful, muscular girls threw off their camouflage and plunged into it naked and gorgeous. They washed off their makeup and enjoyed the warm water. Small palm trees and even exotic fruits grew along the edges of the pool.
  - And it's great here, there are even oranges. - Putin-Yuliana plucked the fruit.
  - Hitler was a vegetarian. This is not too bad if your body is accustomed from childhood, but in adulthood, voluntarily giving up meat is not the best solution. The body loses a lot. In particular, even posts should be treated very carefully. - Said Biden-Maria.
  - Don't you want to sleep? - Asked Putin-Yuliana.
  The blonde terminator replied sincerely:
  - Not yet! You need to throw off the excitement, and in general there are so many events. We don't need much sleep.
  The red-haired warrior, lewdly grinning, said:
  - It's best to relax with a tough guy. Maybe we'll call the guards, they'll calm us down.
  The blond warrior muttered:
  - You mean sex?
  Putin-Yuliana confirmed:
  - And what else! We need a charger.
  Biden-Maria giggled:
  - Your body is Putin-Yuliana, you can do with it as you like. I want, at least briefly, to get acquainted with the history of modern Russia. What kind of country and what events took place in it.
  The red-haired warrior narrowed her eyes:
  - We already know?
  The blonde warrior remarked:
  - It doesn't hurt to find out some details.
  Biden-Maria went to the shelf, where historical literature is specially marked. She crossed herself, picked up the book "The Recent History of the Russian State" and began to read.
  All in all it was interesting to view the events. Before the October Revolution, the difference was not great. The years of the reign of kings varied slightly. In particular, Catherine ruled seven years less, and Paul the same amount more. Emelyan Pugachev managed to take not only Kazan, but also Nizhny Novgorod. Stenka Razina died in battle, escaping torture and a painful execution. Ivan the Terrible was the victim of an assassination attempt in the same 1584. But in general, everything converged. Even the borders of the Russian Empire are the same. Russia expanded with almost every kingdom, except for Alexander's stupid sale of Alaska, and the voluntary cession of the Hawaiian Islands. Only one unfortunate Tsar Nicholas lost half of Sakhalin.
  The battle with Japan, although it was lost, and this is the only war in the entire history of Russia in which the Russians did not win a single battle: it showed unparalleled heroism. Especially the defense of Port Arthur: in eight months, the Japanese only lost over one hundred and sixteen thousand in killed. In general, the loss of those killed during the entire war among the Japanese was even slightly higher, however, the ratio of almost two hundred thousand Russians to a prisoner against just over two thousand Japanese was not particularly favorable. On the other hand, Japan was extremely exhausted. If not for the revolution in Russia, she would have been finished off.
  Then Stolypin, a stormy renaissance interrupted by assassination and the First World War.
  Biden-Maria turned to Putin-Yuliana and said:
  - Almost everything is like ours. Even strange.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - Why be surprised, only giant spiders and fox-faced toads destroy the logical picture. Although there may be almost atom to atom similar universes. Only with one caveat, we are not there.
  Biden-Maria continued reading;
  The First World War went on with varying degrees of success. On the part of the Russians there were defeats and victories. The Brusilovsky breakthrough was especially glorious. The German-Austrian troops lost more than one and a half million killed and wounded, more than half a million prisoners. Such success was possible thanks to the talent of Brusilov as a commander. He gave the order to prepare an offensive in eleven places at once. Primary and secondary directions. It was not possible to reveal where the main attack is planned in this case on Bukovinca.
  Then the Austrians began to wait for artillery preparation, where Russian guns would shoot there for several days and go into a breakthrough. But the artillery preparation lasted only a few hours thanks to good intelligence. In addition, the Ilya Muromets four-engine bomber, which had no equal created during the entire First World War, performed well. With a bomb load of two tons, this machine dropped a load called "Easter eggs" from small bombs. If the Russians had more such machines, the war would have ended much earlier and there would have been no revolution.
  On the whole, Russia lost one million four hundred killed in the place with the Turkish front, almost one million two hundred prisoners, but most of it fell on the seventeenth year, when the soldiers, corrupted by the provisional government and the Bolsheviks, surrendered in regiments. The losses of the enemies of the Turks, Austrians and Germans killed were about the same, and about two million were taken prisoners. Of over one million six hundred thousand Austrians.
  Thus, the Russians won the war. By the beginning of the seventeenth year, the Russian army numbered ten million soldiers and outnumbered its opponents three times. A military coup, nicknamed the February Revolution, prevented the war from winning. After the provisional government abolished the old order, introduced the election of commanders, abolished communion and saluting, discipline in the army fell sharply. Propaganda played its role: peace at any cost and from various extremists, including the Bolsheviks. Defeats followed in Galicia, Romania, and the deliberate surrender of Riga. The failure of the counter-coup by Kornil and, finally, the revolution. Even the date coincided and the Aurora shot. Then the civil war. Here there were differences. In particular, as a result of the assassination attempt, Lenin was slightly scratched, although in real history he was only slightly hooked.
  This led to some reflections. Was the assassination attempt that shortened Ilya's life connected with an internal struggle for power. In addition , the terrorist Kaplan, as you know, was half-blind and could hardly make aimed shots. That is, there are no less mysteries than in the Kennedy assassination. In particular, whether the bullets are poisoned or not, experts also differ. The case of Lenin is generally obscure, why not yet old, not long ago, full of strength and frenzied energy, a person turned into a kind of walking corpse. It's full of mysteries. Be that as it may, having lost Tsaritsyn, the Bolsheviks under the command of Trotsky launched a counterattack and occupied Kazan, Simbirsk, Samara.
  But the experienced commander Kolchak managed to seize the initiative. A talented military leader, he defeated the troops of Tukhachevsky and Frunze. Those compared to him were complete amateurs. In addition, unlike the previous war, Kolchak, on the advice of the well-known left SR Tupolev, issued a decree on the transfer of land to the peasants. It was a strong move that prevented mass uprisings of peasants in the rear of Kolchak, which diverted significant forces of the White Guards. In real history, Tupolev was killed by an unknown person. Further, near Kazan, the main forces of the Red Army were surrounded and destroyed, the city fell. Disagreements among the Bolshevik elite intensified. Trotsky clashed with Bukharin, and suddenly Lenin came out against him. The most talented Bolshevik was removed, and without him the war machine completely went wrong.
  Lenin himself had no gift in the military sphere. Nizhny Novgorod, Ryazan, Moscow fell one after another. Only in Petrograd battles were in full swing, and the country quickly adopted the White Guard. Lenin fled abroad to Germany. There he contacted Telman, wrote a ten-volume memoir of the revolution and died under Hitler on the night of long knives. Trotsky hid in Mexico, then, when the communists came to power there, he disappeared in Brazil. Whether he is alive or not is unknown. True, he welcomed Stalin's coming to power, but he refused the offer to come. He wrote an eight-volume book about Stalin, however, according to rumors, the leader did not like him. Biden-Maria remarked:
  - It was interesting to read, Trotsky about Stalin. Yes, and Lenin's memories are very valuable.
  Putin-Yuliana sighed:
  We are all smart in hindsight. And I honestly admit, I thought that in this world Trotsky ran away to Stalin. By the way, if the Bolsheviks had won, then Trotsky would have been the ruler of Bolshevik Russia.
  The blonde saint said:
  - Agree. The world has changed, and what happened to Kerensky is something to look at. Oh yes, he returned to Russia, lives in Kazan and is still alive.
  The red-haired warrior logically stated:
  - From and in our world he lived until 1970. There is nothing surprising in this.
  Putin-Yuliana joined the reading of the multi-volume book. It told everything in detail, in particular, military operations, various intrigues, and tactical moves were described. In 1920, forty-four-year-old Kolchak won.
  He is a handsome man with a very expressive face. Biden-Maria noted.
  The red-haired warrior remarked:
  - And a brave polar explorer, became famous during the Russo-Japanese war.
  Then she continued reading:
  Kolchak was a supporter of strong presidential power. But we will cool off towards the monarchy.
  I remember his phrase: The king can grow old over time - only the people are always young, the king can be too young - only the people are always mature, the king can go crazy or be born a fool, but the wisdom of the people is immortal! Therefore, let the people, and not blind chance, decide who will rule them!
  - Wise words! - Agreed Putin-Yuliana.
  Kolchak's reign was successful. Russia developed rapidly, the NOE was proclaimed - Nationally Oriented Economy. Combinations of market and plan. It was possible to suppress the separatism of Poland and Finland, write off a significant amount of debt, primarily interest, and nationalize German enterprises. The most powerful move was the introduction of a state monopoly on oil, gas, coal, gold, and all valuable items. The country had a capable parliament, where Kolchak's Holy Russia party had the majority. The country had the highest economic growth rate in the world. Thanks to the planned principles of the economy, as well as the richest natural resources, the Great Depression did not hit the Russian economy particularly hard. But a new war broke out between Russia and Japan. The reason was the creation in 1930 of the puppet Manchurian state, headed by the emperor. Japan wanted to subjugate all of China, Mongolia, and about the Russian northern provinces of Manchuria.
  I must say that both the people and the generals wanted this war. The wound of twenty-five years ago, when Japan won, was still very fresh, especially in the hearts of the military. Remembered her and Kolchak, who fought with the Japanese. The fact that the crisis broke out in the USA and Britain was in favor of Russia, these countries are not up to the Far East. The talented and experienced General Denikin became the supreme commander of the Far Eastern troops. He, in the universe of Putin-Yuliana, Biden-Maria, almost took Moscow, reaching Tula. Only the multiple superiority of the enemy prevented victory. In addition to Denikin, Baron Wrangel and the young Skobelev advanced. The war began with the fact that the Russian units, hardened by the First World War and the Civil War, defeated the Japanese army of General Kiyako! The Japanese went on a suicidal attack, choked, and then the corps of General Skobelev went to their rear. We must pay tribute to the warriors of the land of the rising sun. They fought very bravely. Five times they went on the attack, while Kiyako was killed. Having lost more than one hundred and thirty thousand killed, only a little more than three thousand mostly wounded Japanese were captured. Many did not stop before hara-kiri.
  - Here is this understand valor! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - Than to experience the shame of captivity immediately to paradise, or rather more abruptly, they become gods.
  Biden-Maria said with irony:
  - The Japanese invented a good religion. It is not necessary to observe the law of God, but blow yourself up and you will fall like Olympus.
  The red-haired warrior declared vigorously:
  - In this battle, the young prime minister Zhukov distinguished himself for the first time, he rose to the rank of officer in the First World War. He immediately succeeded in capturing General Nogi. For this, he was awarded a golden cross and the title of Hero of Russia.
  Colonel Vasilevsky, a participant in the civil war on the side of the White Guard, also showed heroism, being awarded the Order of Glory.
  Yamamoto became the supreme commander of the Japanese troops. He tried to block Vladivostok from the sea. At the same time, the fist of the army of the land of the rising sun made an attempt to capture northern Sakhalin. The Russians fought heroically. The latest Japanese tanks Chi-ha-ta took part in the attack. Molotov cocktails were used against them, as well as anti-tank artillery. The battery of Efim Kostylev became especially famous. Reflecting the attacks of superior forces, the fighters, despite the threat of machine-gun and cannon fire, let the tanks come closer. They fired a volley almost point-blank, tearing off the turrets with shells. Then Molotov cocktails flew at the taken aback Japanese. In addition, cunning mines with disguised fuel tanks were used against tanks. Japan lost more than a hundred tanks, the infantry attack bogged down.
  - Here failed narrow-eyed Banzai. - Said Biden-Maria.
  The red-haired warrior remarked vigorously:
  - All is well that ends well.
  The Russians, showing valor, were able to push back the enemy, resisting the aggressor. The next episode was Japan's attempt to sink the Russian fleet. The Russians were on the alert and repulsed the enemy attack with heavy losses. Submarines played their role here. They sank two Japanese battleships, six cruisers, eight frigates, and two dozen destroyers in one day. But the biggest blow was the death of the first aircraft carrier built in the Land of the Rising Sun. The slap was serious.
  The next major land battle took place near the capital of Manchuria, renamed Hugh-Tokyo by the Japanese. The positions were just north of those where, twenty-five years earlier, General Kuropatkin had lost the biggest battle of that fateful war. Now Denikin was in command. The front line stretched for two hundred kilometers. There were a million soldiers on both sides. The biggest battle has broken out. Denikin used Brusilov's tactics, the main attack on the flanks. In addition, the Russians managed to achieve tactical surprise, as a result of a two-month standoff. In addition to the Trans-Siberian Railway, a northern branch was built to Magadan, so the supply of Russian troops was not bad. In addition, the tanks went into action. In particular, the tank "Nikolay" - 2, it surpassed the Japanese in armor, armament, driving performance. There were also new, more advanced aircraft.
  - Right! In Russia, for the first time, they thought of installing a machine gun on an airplane, which was done. - Said Biden-Maria.
  We weren't that far behind. - Agreed Putin-Yuliana.
  Every day before the assault, the Russians turned on sound systems that imitated the noise of engines, fired rockets. Eventually the Japanese got so used to it that they didn't react. So a powerful blow and artillery preparation followed by a smoke curtain shocked the samurai. The troops crushed the flanks, breaking through to the center. However, the fight was very difficult.
  Here, however, it helped that the Japanese often, instead of sitting quietly in the trenches, turned into suicidal, choking counterattacks. The battle was extremely fierce, some heights five times passed from hand to hand. Finally managed to close the ring, surrounding the main enemy forces. The battle lasted two weeks, and the Japanese lost more than seven hundred thousand killed, wounded and captured. This time there were more than a hundred thousand prisoners. The vaunted samurai fortitude wavered.
  - The Japanese will also surrender. That's what a cowardly tribe, they want to become gods, but at the same time they are shaking for life. - Putin-Yuliana quipped.
  - Maybe they understand that their claims to the deity are far from reality. Biden-Maria noted.
  The red-haired she-devil teased:
  - As well as your faith in biblical tales.
  The blonde warrior said conciliatoryly:
  - Let's not swear, the encyclopedia is big.
  Biden-Maria continued her brief.
  The next stage of the operation was the siege of Port Arthur. The Japanese heavily fortified the legendary city. Especially in the narrowest area of the peninsula. This made the task of assault especially difficult. Under these conditions, the Russians went to the trick. Submarines defeated the Japanese fleet, part of the army under the cover of a smoke curtain through antler crossings, small ships bypassed the enemy defense line, cutting off the Japanese forces.
  The assault was at night, which made it difficult to repulse the attack. At the same time, in the very center of the city, the know-how of the war was tried: landing. And the future Marshal Vasilevsky came up with the idea of actively using stuffed animals when dropping onto the heads of the enemy, since there were not enough well-trained paratroopers. Among the Japanese, this, along with the howling of sirens, caused panic. The idea of sirens was suggested by Zhukov. The city, which they had besieged for eight months, was taken in three days. An impressive victory over a larger garrison of 200,000. Vasilevsky became a general.
  The population of Korea welcomed the Russian troops with joy, holidays were held in cities and villages. The rebellious population destroyed and disarmed many Japanese garrisons even before the arrival of the Russian troops.
  Putin-Yuliana noted:
  - Here you see Biden-Maria, how we dealt with the "lemons".
  Biden-Maria stated:
  - This testifies to the glory of our weapons.
  Having mastered the entire Korean Peninsula, the Russians, waiting for the squadron to approach from the Baltic and the Black Sea, finally defeated the enemy fleet. It was an impressive victory. One hundred and fifty Japanese ships, more than thirty-five thousand soldiers and sailors perished in the encirclement.
  A convincing revenge was taken for Tsushima. Then there was the capture of the Japanese, or rather the former German colonies. And most importantly, the landing in Japan. A war has begun on the continent. The troops of the Land of the Rising Sun fought stubbornly, but suffered defeat after defeat. In the battles, Russia's superiority in tanks and aircraft played an important role. The economy of the great country was more powerful than that of Japan, and the population was several times larger.
  After the vaccination, and the improvement of health care and the elimination of illiteracy, the death rate, especially for children, decreased sharply. The birth rate due to religious education, a large rural population, the ban on abortion and contraceptives did not decrease, as happened under Soviet rule. Russia's population increased by more than three percent a year. So this big country could afford a serious war. Japan snapped, its secret services tried to bribe Russian officials and even sent assassins to finish off President Kolchak. But all their efforts went to waste. The capital of the country of the rising sun was surrounded, encircled. A final decisive assault followed.
  Putin-Yuliana said with surprise:
  - And the Japanese did not give up in such a hopeless situation.
  Biden-Maria replied:
  - As far as I know in real history, that is, in our universe, they capitulated without waiting for a complete defeat. Maybe it was a wise move that saved the lives of millions. In general, the country of the Rising Sun was ready to conclude peace in the forty-fourth year.
  The red-haired warrior said:
  - And what prevented it?
  The blonde replied:
  - The stubbornness of the Americans, who demanded unconditional surrender. They may even regret it in the future.
  Putin-Yuliana said with a sigh:
  - Probably when China became communist. In general, the Yankees are bad diplomats, they cannot recognize their own benefits. Yes, in Yalta, Roosevelt and Churchill gave half of Europe to Stalin, then they planned a nuclear war to return what was lost.
  Biden-Maria said with energy:
  - And they succeeded! Unfortunately for Biden-Yulian, Russia lost the Cold War!
  The red-haired devil confidently said:
  - Because of the democratization of Gorbachev. The people were not ready to accept freedom. That's how we Biden-Maria. Give free rein and no one knows what will remain of humanity.
  The blonde warrior agreed:
  - Quite possible! Freedom without morality is like a car without brakes!
  Putin-Yuliana exclaimed:
  - Let's see what happened next!
  After the fall of Tokyo, Japan, retaining its formal independence, became a Russian protectorate. The bases of the Russian army were located on its territory. The throne was occupied by one of the Japanese princes, loyal to Russia. Manchuria and Korea became Zheltorossia and soon became part of a great power with the rights of a province.
  - That's right! - Agreed Putin-Yuliana. - In general, Nicholas lost the war because of weakness. He allowed mass theft, and Kuropatkin is far from Suvorov. Just think, six thousand wagons were stolen under the tsar, and no one sat down for it.
  Biden-Maria agreed:
  - The reign of the king was careless. Although even Peter the Great, for all his rigidity, could not put an end to bribery.
  The red-haired warrior aggressively declared:
  - But, at least, he improved the provision of the army. Under Stalin, there was also crime, but harsh repression suppressed it, and the army was supplied with everything necessary.
  The blonde warrior said:
  - The interests of the motherland are able to justify cruelty, but the latter must first of all be shown to yourself!
  The girls generally agreed in the conclusions.
  The rest of the story was no less exciting. After 1935, Kolchak, having completed his presidency, became prime minister, while maintaining control over the ruling party. The people loved their president, and he was still healthy and full of strength, but he did not abuse his power.
  - Who took power: strong, who kept it: smart, but voluntarily parted with it: noble! - Another catchphrase of the supreme ruler of Russia.
  Then, in the thirty-third year, the Nazis came to power in defeated Germany. Hitler began to restore military potential. And yet, the German tank fleet lagged behind the Russian one both in quality and quantity.
  The German under Hitler began to live better, it was possible to end unemployment, every German could buy a car on credit, either a prestigious Mercedes or a cheaper Volkswagen - a people's car. However, from the thirty-sixth, a course was set for the Second World War. The term of service in the German army was extended to two years, the latest Messerschmitt fighters appeared. True, Germany did not yet have heavy tanks. Zhukov quickly moved up the career ladder.
  Here he was helped by the war with China. The country itself was split into bourgeois and communist camps. So the communists decided to raise their authority by capturing Manchuria. To raise the common banner of Chinese unification. No sooner said than done, and the war began. Well, Zhukov was appointed commander. And he jumped over many steps. It was said that the president was impressed by the toughness and determination of the commander.
  He, not at all embarrassed, could stick his fist in the face, and fill a bruise in the eye of an officer. He sent soldiers to the guardhouse and flogged them with rods. In short, he was a real macho.
  Now Zhukov had to show his best qualities. And he showed it. Without any ceremony and artillery preparation, he hit the Chinese infantry with tanks, forcing them to take flight. Then he conducted a deep raid, surrounding and capturing several hundred thousand Red Chinese. It was a resounding victory. After which he became an army general, and then a marshal. A saying was born - where Zhukov is, there is victory!
  This reputation he soon confirmed during the war with Turkey. The Ottoman Empire took advantage of the weakening of Britain and France and was able, realizing its panturnist idea, to annex the lands of Syria, Iraq, the Middle East and even Egypt. Russia gave Turkey an ultimatum: either they refuse to expand, and I will grant independence to these lands, or they will be punished.
  The Ottoman Empire behaved arrogantly. In addition, she hoped that Hitler would open a second front. In general, the Turks had a rational grain in this. During World War I, the Ottoman Empire sided with Germany. She wanted to return the lost lands, but lost. Now it's time for revenge.
  Troops under the command of Zhukov launched an offensive from four points, making a detour maneuver. The thrust through Kurdistan was especially bold, bypassing and bypassing the main line of defense of the Ottoman Empire. Cauldrons reappeared, surrounded by about two million prisoners. The formidable empire tried to launch several counterattacks. In particular, from the side of Baghdad, but their parts all the time fell into the cauldron. Here the new tank "Wrangel" - 2 played a big role. It had a low silhouette, excellent driving performance, withstanding both terrifying heat and fifty-degree frost. Most importantly, ease of operation and the ability to quickly repair on the go. In general, this medium tank surpassed both the "Lenin" - 3 purchased by the Turks from the KSA, and the German T-1, T-2, T-3.
  Biden-Maria examined the design and parameters of the tank.
  - It looks like a T-54, powerful and agile. And his optics and sight are magnificent, there is a commander's tower. It is much better than the T-34-76. Do you agree Putin-Yuliana.
  The fire devil said:
  - I will not argue! But unlike the times of the USSR, most of the nobility and scientists have survived, so they make wonderful equipment. Just think, Stalin shot half of the designers, of those that remained, sent half to concentration camps. Naturally, this affected the combat capability.
  The blonde remarked aggressively:
  - I agree, it was an inflection point.
  Great display of themselves and aviation, as well as aircraft carriers. The best aircraft destroyed the Turks, in the sky and on the ground. Ottoman aviation was backward. For the successful defeat of Turkey, Zhukov became a marshal. The Ottoman Empire in full force entered Russia. The country has expanded tremendously. Even the title of president has become longer. Thus, a new star was rising. Britain and France were going down. Only the KSA and temporarily Germany strengthened.
  Therefore, no one was surprised that after the Anschluss of Austria and the annexation of Czechoslovakia to Germany, it was Zhukov who led the Russian ground forces.
  A coup took place in Romania and Antonesco came to power, and Horthy came to power in Hungary.
  Hot henchmen of Hitler, they wanted Russian territories. Although this empire was too strong, the population of Great Russia exceeded half a billion, it became the largest in the world, overtaking the collapsed England. A small conflict with Iran led to the fall of the former Shah dynasty and the inclusion of the Persian Empire in Russia on the basis of autonomy.
  Russian tanks simply walked across the territory, the troops opposing them practically did not resist. It was a victorious campaign, called the "Persian carpet". After that, Russia gained wide access to the Indian Ocean, a powerful fleet appeared in the non-freezing sea.
  The strengthening of Russia caused concern in Italy, which was gaining strength. The fascist regime of Mussolini captured Ethiopia, the country of forty peoples. Mussolini himself compared himself to Caesar and Alexander the Great. He dreamed of great conquests, the revival of the Roman Empire. Taking advantage of the turmoil in Britain and France, Mussolini invaded Sudan and began to pick up colonies. In particular, the Italian army tried Tunisia for strength. Russia intervened her Mediterranean fleet blockaded Italian ports. Then Mussolini turned to his friend Hitler.
  - Brother "Adik" help me.
  The German economy is facing a crisis of overproduction. In addition, due to Hitler's decision to freeze prices, there was a shortage of food. In general, Germany has a small territory, and there is no oil, which made it a weak link. Even had to establish the production of expensive gasoline from coal. The process is cumbersome and laborious. In addition, Hitler fell ill with drug allergies and parkinson's disease. As a result, he decided to attack Russia. The population of Germany numbered more than eighty million, the Nazis pursued a population policy that encouraged the birth rate. In Russia, taking into account the new territories, the population exceeded six hundred million. As for the Romanian, Hungarian, and puppet Slovak army, they were weak, had low combat capability. In addition, the Romanians and Slovaks did not really want to fight. Hitler decided to take a suicidal step, dreaming of power over the world.
  Mussolini's troops were not combat-ready. The blow of Russian troops literally crushed them, forcing them to lose oil-rich Libya and Tunisia. Vasilevsky, Rokossovsky, Sokolovsky distinguished themselves in these battles. The Italians had backward aviation, too weak three-ton tanks, a low level of combat training of troops, discipline, spirit, physical fitness. In general, the army looked backward, and the Italians surrendered by the hundreds of thousands. And where did the pride of the proud descendants of Caesar and Augustus, nicknamed the divine, go when they fell on their knees before the Russians. In particular, the regiment of the young Sokolovsky captured twenty times the enemy's forces.
  Italy was put to shame.
  Putin-Yuliana inserted a comment:
  - And in our universe, the Italians fought very badly. I remember they lost in Greece, which provoked the war in Yugoslavia. And this gave the Soviet army an additional forty-eight days.
  Biden-Maria stamped her bare foot, and confirmed:
  - Yes, weak Italy became one of the reasons for the defeat of the Third Reich. Mussolini's regime was too corrupt. It did not have the rigidity that was characteristic of Hitler, who, through repression, managed to raise the discipline of the German people.
  - Corruption is like a cancerous tumor, it causes less pain, but it destroys even more accurately!
  - Said Putin-Yuliana.
  Biden-Maria agreed:
  - It's right! But in Zhukov's Russia, perhaps not everything is fine with this.
  Germany in 1941 attempted to open a second front. By this time, Italy was completely defeated in Africa. The landing in Sicily began. Admiral Bagryany realized it in the conditions of the most severe storm. The Russians landed and eleven Italian divisions surrendered almost without a fight.
  German troops of about four thousand tanks and five thousand aircraft tried to break through the line of defense. They were met by bunkers, fortified zones and about twenty thousand Russian tanks. At the same time air battles were in full swing. The numerical superiority of the Russian troops, who received no small combat experience, as well as skillful command, helped to crush the ranks of the Nazis.
  In fact, it turned out that the German troops were damp, they had a low percentage of officers. Most recruits are poorly trained and only know how to march. In general, the Third Reich is characterized by excessive abuse of parades. Although we must pay tribute, the Germans are always strong in stepping. Suvorov, however, ridiculed them for this. Zhukov primarily paid attention to combat training, the soldiers conducted many exercises, shooting ranges, hand-to-hand fights. The troops were excellently honed. At the same time, rearmament took place in the army. The obsolete Moskin rifle was replaced by the Zaporozhtsev automatic rifle, which fired excellently and quickly, surpassing the German Mauser in aiming and rate of fire. Now the war was not like the Great Patriotic War.
  The Germans were quickly defeated. In particular, the newly appointed Vasilevsky struck in the region of East Prussia. They broke through the defense very quickly, but had to linger on the lines. Here the RPU played an important role. Inflicting blows on enemy troops, rocket launchers crushed everything in a row. Especially at breakpoints. Here a bet was made on the massive use of artillery and aviation. The garrison of Koenigsberg unexpectedly capitulated after being in a blockade. The impenetrable line was destroyed. The tank "Bear" - 2 also distinguished itself in battles, it used a 152 mm howitzer, destroying the lines of trenches. There was nothing to stop the movement of the Bears.
  But the main blow was dealt in the direction of Berlin. Having defeated and destroyed the shock German units, the Russians moved to the Oder. The Nazis did not have time to take up defense, and Berlin was quickly surrounded. The troops entered from the left and right flanks. Nevertheless, the battle for the city dragged on, the Russians took care of the soldiers and sought to take the capital of Germany with fewer losses. Especially since the Germans pulled all the reserves to Berlin. The main forces of Germany were in the ring. Russian troops, having crossed the Elbe with a swift throw, captured the Ruhr region. With his fall, Germany was doomed. Hitler shot himself, the other leaders, including Goering, surrendered.
  The fat boar received ten years and was in exile, the rest even less. It must be said that the Nazis had not yet had time to stain themselves with the mass terror of the Jews, and other nasty things, and therefore the reprisal against them was mild. The Romanian army was defeated and disarmed very quickly, Antonescu was betrayed by his own accomplices. Horthy also wanted to capitulate, but there was a military coup, the fascist Salashi came to power. This only slightly prolonged the agony. Tsarist Bulgaria declared war on Hungary and Germany. Thus, a disassembly took place, which, although it was called the Second World War, was not drawn to such a term because of its transience. The CSA troops, meanwhile, helped the French and British communists to come to power. Even earlier, the Spanish Civil War had been won. First, the socialists came to power in coalition with the communists. Then, with the help of American intelligence agencies, the communists carried out a military coup, seizing all power.
  - Here Stalin succeeded more than in our universe. Maria Biden said.
  - Are you sure that he wanted to win over Franco? - Putin-Yuliana twisted her face. - Maybe just the opposite, the victory of the pro-fascist regime, allowed Hitler to encircle France, which means it increased the chances of Germany's war against Western democracies!
  The perceptive blonde nodded in agreement.
  - It is clear that the capitalists are fighting, exhausting each other, and Stalin is preparing a liberation campaign against Europe. Cunning tactic. Unfortunately, it failed, we almost lost the war.
  The red-haired warrior willingly confirmed:
  - Yes, perhaps the chance to become a world communist empire was missed. Just think what prospects this opened up for humanity. Progress would develop faster: if it were not for the struggle of the secret services, increased secrecy, fear of spies, defense spending. After all, to what absurdity it came. Several research institutes worked on the same invention, because they did not know what their colleagues had discovered a long time ago. All because of spy mania and the desire to hide a secret.
  Biden-Maria cooed aggressively:
  - That's right, it has been noticed, humanity must stop being a swan, a cancer and a pike pulling in different directions, progress in this case will not stand still, but will pull into the abyss!
  The red-haired warrior, affectionately said:
  - Okay, it's a little left, let's finish the story.
  And immersed in reading:
  - The world has become bipolar. On the one hand, totalitarian communist America, on the other, multi-party, democratic Russia with a strong presidential power. The people love the strong and Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov, gaining more than eighty percent of the vote in the first round, became the president of Russia. Now a dynamic balance has been established in Russia. The main weakness of the great empire was the absence of the atomic bomb. The Americans got it first. After that, the arms race began to build up. At the same time there was a war between Russia and Saudi Arabia. The Mujahideen soon capitulated. Rivalry intensified in Africa. The communists won in China. In general, the world was split, local conflicts were taking place, blood was shed. Revolts broke out. The Russians fueled anti-American sentiment in Latin America, especially in occupied Mexico. KSA incited Japan and Muslims. Not everything was calm in Manchuria. Russia was intensively building the navy, especially in the Pacific Ocean, preparing to defeat the CSA. The Americans were building up their potential. Soon Russia received its own atomic bomb. Approached the creation of hydrogen. Feeling that the initiative was running out, the CSA decided to launch a nuclear strike against Russia and its allies. Twice as many people died in one day than in the entire First World War.
   Biden-Maria completed the tenth volume. Everything was described in detail, detailed, local battles, maneuvers and counterattacks were described. Biographies of generals, marshals, politicians, as well as statistical calculations showing the growth of the economy of Russia and other countries of the world.
  Biden-Maria closed the book, she felt tired.
  The blonde warrior yawned and said:
  - Well, now it's time for Putin-Yuliana to take a nap.
  The red-haired warrior objected:
  - I have another plans.
  The doorbell rang, a melodic sound like an organ being played. Putin-Yuliana opened with a button. On the threshold stood Denis Polevoy in the uniform of a captain. He held golden crosses in his hands. The officer's face beamed.
  - You have just been awarded the rank of major, as well as the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called. You performed the greatest miracle, were able to kill about three hundred thousand soldiers and cripple about the same number. Our troops are about to go on the offensive.
  - It should be noted! - Said Putin-Yuliana. - Call for me three more blond guards who are standing at the entrance, we will eat, drink, have fun together, and this will be our answer to the enemy!
  - Good! - Denis jumped out and rushed headlong.
  The red-haired warrior happily declared:
  - Everything is going great! Three hundred thousand have been destroyed, and soon all of Europe will be ours.
  The blonde terminator noted:
  - Do not forget Putin-Yulian ahead, another raid in which you will need to defuse the superbomb. Its capacity is a thousand megatons, but it can actually be more. From such an explosion, the whole of Europe will turn into a radioactive desert. And this is a couple of hundred million people.
  The red-haired warrior confidently stated:
  We will prevent disaster. Do you believe me.
  Biden-Maria said hopefully:
  - I count on cunning and luck.
  Putin-Yuliana said with a smile:
  - And here come the guys.
  Four handsome guys entered the hall. The servants were already setting the table.
  The red-haired warrior said happily:
  - You see Biden-Maria, how simple everything turned out to be! Now the glasses will be poured.
  The girls and warriors stood at the table, crossed themselves, prepared to proclaim a toast, filling the crystal, carved goblets with champagne to the brim. Putin-Yuliana unexpectedly suggested:
  - Read us Biden-Maria poems!
  The blonde nodded in agreement.
  - Good! I hope you will like it.
  I heard the fabulous voice of a siren, with melodious, iridescent words, in my favorite classical manner.
  The Russian warrior is furious, brave,
  Hearts rejoice, full of valor!
  We will prove the truth to the whole planet,
  Repelling the pressure of countless hordes!
  
  Our holy Russia - gives people light,
  In labor we will achieve martial perfection!
  In poems, the feat of the knights is glorified,
  God will give the lost heaven, bliss!
  
  Bless the holy cherub
  Fields, forests of beloved Russia!
  We keep the peace of the state with a sword,
  To live happily under the blue sky!
  
  Homeland wind stirs curls,
  Countries open spaces: a fairy tale is majestic!
  And the sun, giving warmth, entered the zenith,
  A sign of kindness and eternal glory!
  TO CONTINUE, READ "BIDEN AND PUTIN VS STALIN".
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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