“Well, well, they are fools, idiots, everything is clear with these cretins.” But you yourself? Lena, what place did you think? - then I realized that I had already said too much. Not in her state now to think critically. It is necessary to calm her down and warm, but not to let the dogs down on her: - Well, well, you, my girl? - I asked her affectionately and approached, opening his arms. - Comrade squad leader, set aside those freedoms! - stopped her voice. And it sounded by no means as friendly as I would have liked. Yes, it's too early for me to call her as my own, oh, too early. Hurry too, as if not to miss.

- Comrade squad leader? - her question brought me out of my reverie: - Comrade, commander of the detachment, let me turn? - Yes, of course, contact ... - Allow me to report: Ivanov's partisan arrived at the detachment's location! - she minted loudly and a little quieter added: - After serving time in the gudgeon ... Zapel, Herods cursed ..., - and again fun: - Ready to give life for the Motherland, Stalin and the party of Lenin! I looked at her and could not understand, is she joking like that at all or is she mocking me personally? Or she just really hurts, so she behaves a little bit of that ... well, inadequate in general. - Lena, does it hurt you? - I asked her sympathetically. - Trivia ... Oh, well, a little more pain. Shot me in full. So now I am a heroine, fell in the fight against fascism. By the way, will they give me an order posthumously? - Lena, tell me who did this? No, who of these freaks thought of this? - No one. - Lena, do not be afraid, they will not touch you anymore ... - But the truth is, no one! - offended she said: - They are good. And you swear at them completely in vain! - Those guys are good, - I whistled as much: - First, you have undressed ... - I myself! - What, like that right by yourself? Before the goal? - Well, yes, and what is this? I'm pretty like. - Well, let it be your way ... - And what do you say is not pretty? - with a challenge she threw.

Do you know what the most terrible question a girl can ask? "Do you want me?" - that is the question. And what to answer it? If you say "I want", they will accuse you of all mortal sins, call a pervert, a traitor, etc. Because It’s very nice for a girl to feel that she’s inaccessible, but desirable. And try to say, “No, how could you think that about me, we’re just friends" - and the girl immediately loses interest in you. Now my beloved Lena asked me this most cunning Question. “No, that you, of course, are pretty,” I got out as I could: “But ... ok oh, let's leave this moment. It wasn’t necessary to just undress, even if they got something for you ... “They didn't get me anything!” “Well, they didn't make me,” I retreated: “But how should you be dolgoodyatlom or scumbag , to shoot the girl in lines at the most delicate places. ”“ Well, it's just plastic balls, ”she said:“ And you swear that you have riddled with bullets. Yes, I know. Just plastic balls, 6 mm caliber and weighing about a third of a gram each. Well, this is if the mind was heavy enough not to charge.

But there are heavy, almost per gram pulled. Of course, they are prohibited in all games - but in any self-respecting team each fighter has them in a separate spare clip, purely just in case. And even in the most loser team, snipers must have it - specifically, to shoot the McLauts - those in which you can find yourself and not be recognized. These are the ones who are happy to be shot with the heaviest balls of the most sophisticated and godlessly proapgrezhzhennyh trunks. Shoot at close range. When such a ball is encountered with a target at a speed of under 150 meters per second, it tears clothes, and gets stuck in the body. Not deeply, only the skin will tear up - but science will “maclaut” until the end of the game - the next time, dear comrade, if you please, if you are hooked with a light ball.- But does it hurt you, Lena? - So what? And what about war to the people that it didn't hurt? Here! I did not know what to argue. It seems that a masochist suddenly woke up in Lenka. And I did not suspect that this is even possible.

Such a queen in life, Miss herself unreachable - and suddenly a masochist. No, I have nothing against a masochistic friend, but somehow this is too unexpected. Damn, I don't even know what to do now? Can she expect me to be strict with her? Well, let's say, I will punish you for failing a task ... but how? Shoot? Why, she is now another character, the one who failed the task, our Fritz has already been shot. “Take off your clothes,” I commanded. - Completely, comrade commander? - clarified Lena. - Completely, comrade Ivanova. I have to make sure they didn't hurt you. “No, they didn't hurt,” she chirped cheerfully, getting rid of her camouflage. “They're not machine guns.” Meanwhile, Lenka had already undressed, and contentedly spun in front of me.

Her figure looked really seductive, and only specks of small bruises spoiled the view. Especially densely they decorated both breasts and even pubis. - Well, commander? Like, yes? - she didn’t seem to care at all. Although I knew that in the deadman she was crying. Probably, she cried and when these bastards shot her. Why does she protect them so? Does she like this treatment? - Yes, it is good that at least not a machine gun. Thanks though, they figured it out, imbeciles, ”I muttered, remembering how the Fritz machine gun, which had just been tuned, had hit empty bottles in bursts of meters with half a hundred heavy balls. On the game, they, of course, heavy balls are not allowed. - Yeah, greedy, good balls pity me. - What? - Well, I begged them, but they still refused from a machine gun. - What are you, Lena, completely insane? - I could not resist: - Yes, this machine gun ... He would have holed you. Now your chest would not be bruised, but in holes, in blood ...

I began to get angry in earnest. Damn with my promise to the chief master - I will go tonight, with a cudgel, catch some of these reptiles, and I will beat until he understands - on his own skin does not understand - what they did to the girl is very painful. But here I was sobered by her voice: - Well, yes, in holes, in blood. How real! Do you understand? It would be so beautiful - I, so young, naked, and bleed ... Really, wonderful? The death of the heroine partisan ... Ai, what are you? “Sorry, I didn’t hold back,” I replied, rubbing my hand, which I had just weighed a juicy slap on the face: “But you have a nervous hysteria, and hysterics are treated only in this way.” - I have no hysterics, - Lenka was offended: - And you, commander, you are a fool! And, grabbing her clothes in an armful, she ran out of the staff dugout. When I rushed out of her, I only saw her slip into her tent. I went after her, but ... yes, as if she was hysterical now and it is better for her to be alone. And, out and Light, already went to her.

And let - they are friends, better understand each other. She will regret it, and I ... I am still a stranger to her. And if I want to change this, I have to wait until she wants to talk to me herself. Well, I'll deal with the freaks later. Played, the guys in Fritz, oh played. Nothing, I'm guessing, I'll arrange Hitler-Kaput. * * * - Squad! Build! Ra-avnyayus! - I ordered, and added: - Ely-Paly, comrades of the Red Army, the team was "equal." What are you, you can not even out? Without much enthusiasm, but the guys lined up. They looked like a gang of partisans - although, according to the scenario of the game, they were considered the personnel part. It is a pity, the chief master did not let us know that we are NKVD-shniki. And yet, against the German machine gun it would not help us. But the fact that he allowed us to partisan and send another scout to the Fritz is thanks to the master. Not a goat. “So, detachment, listen to the combat mission ...” I began: “Well, damn you, officers and sergeants!” We got the tablets ... who has it. Well, what are you all as untapped? - Duc, commander, - objected from the disorderly system: - Maybe all the same, first for a seagull, well, for warming? - Well, to hell with you, - I agreed, the morning really was some kind of chilly: - You can seagull.But so that nothing stronger! And even to warm up! All that is stronger than tea only after the end. Consider that Voroshilov's hundred grams burned down yesterday in bombed ...