Despite the almost sleepless night, Kira and I felt great, that's what it means to have great sex, as my recent frontline love said - Svetlana Alekseeva, a third-rank medical doctor, who went on a promotion, after excellent sex, testosterone is thrown into the blood, encouraging people, especially That is why they often even sing after sex and constantly smile. I constantly admired this simply incredible young woman, her beauty and mind, talk to her - so as to talk with the professor. Well, in bed she was exactly a professor - I often went to heaven with her.

Accurate figure, gorgeous breasts, which slightly sway when walking up and down, causing a violent salivation in her colleagues, male doctors and wounded warriors, round ass - as she turns her, walking along the corridor, all wounded patients immediately get steep Riser and then recover! I can imagine what kind of sexy escapades in the style of hetare this amazing young woman did in their nightly erotic dreams! Beauty! Soft, dark, slightly wavy hair framed her almost angelic face with big beautiful eyes, and her beautifully outlined lips immediately evoked thoughts of a certain sense to everyone.

And how she walked, shaking her turned hips and excitingly moving her cool ass, causing stormy admiration for men and envy for women. Svetochka! How I adored her! Well, okay, lyrics on the side, time is not waiting, we will only distribute the weapon, there is no time to clean it, but what a canvas cover is an excellent K98 sniper carbine. Perfectly! We take into account a good thing. Although in 41, an idiotic order was issued - all captured weapons should be handed over to warehouses and not used! But what difference does it make if you destroy the enemy - with a baton or a queue of excellent MG-34 German machine gun. By the way, a very convenient machine gun, with a pistol grip, a cool sight, maybe a handheld, on a bipod, well, put it on a machine - easel.

We rushed along the road in a whirlwind, the powerful Zyundap motor rumbled measuredly and syto, the kilometers moved back under our wheels, our captured apparatus swallowed up the kilometers of the road and here it was the German outpost. Just as last time, after throwing them a pack of cigarettes and snapping “Heil Hitler!”, We rushed on to stop us, seeing the badge of feljandarmeria on my chest, they did not dare. Soon, literally in half an hour, the road led us to a small town, the Germans are clearly not here, and here Kira howled, showing me her hand to the right. Wow! - the doors of the local bank are simply opened, or rather just broken, and some two guys are dragging collector bags and some boxes into the trunk of a passenger car - obviously a bank robbery.

Having stopped the motorcycle, I quickly jumped off and headed towards them, and the guys, staring at my German uniform, stood in a stupor. And in vain! - “Walter” coughed twice, sending them gifts of 9 millimeters and both of them fell. Not without reason I was the champion of my regiment in pistol shooting. He came closer and the girls, too, having thrown off the German uniform - disguise is no longer necessary. And then two police officers fly up in their ridiculous white gymnasts and let's yell: “Hands up! Document! To hand over the weapon! ”And the very young ones themselves, the guys apparently recently called, such young people, at the age of 18, they are all in all, obviously shaking with fear.
- Attention! How do you stand in front of the senior in rank! Under the tribunal wanted? Why not prevented bank robbery? Where are the bosses and the prosecutor? Report on the form! - here it is necessary to act on them, and then - hand over the weapon to them. Did you give it to me? Sharp what! Now I’m so “handed over” that his teeth will immediately become smaller. Waiting for a report! Or put someone against the wall? - I growled.

They stretched out and reported - all the bosses fled, filling the cars with their junk, they tried to rob the store, they did not give it, but those who robbed the bank — they were with machine guns, they were frightened — they were given two old revolvers in the police. Well, so be honest - very scared machine guns of these bandits. Okay, I ordered these heroes - to load the car with money and gold from the bank, we go to ours and surrender to the army army unit or to any bank, with this money we will build airplanes or tanks, okay? Then he put our "movers" on a motorcycle, he and the girls got into the car, sitting behind the wheel - a great all-terrain vehicle, GAZ-61, quite reliable. Unprepossessing, but passable and fast, such was the commander of our air corps, our commander went to him - a combat pilot, Lieutenant-General Sudets. At the same time, they collected products from the store and allowed the residents to opt-out - soon there will definitely be fascists here!

After another hour, we all heard shooting and I, taking a German sniper, left the car with the nurses and our “motorcyclists” in ambush in a small forest, slowly moved to the firing point. So, everything is clear - apparently the advanced German reconnaissance unit on two motorcycles flew here and, having captured the bridge, organized two machine-gun nests, and our soldiers hid in front of them in the terrain, our soldiers can not be seen. And suddenly some idiot shouted: “For the Motherland! For Stalin! Forward! ”Not a commander, but some kind of moron!
The delighted Germans famously put half to death the attackers from their high-speed MG-34s who had jumped in, and it was not for nothing that they were called “Hitler’s saws” - they would cut exactly anybody. Well, perhaps so you can command - a moron full! Having thrown a well-groomed carbine to the shoulder - an excellent eight-fold optics made it possible to clearly see the gambling faces of the machine gunners of the Wehrmacht reconnaissance detachment. I put all six Germans for a couple of minutes, because of the noise of firing, they didn’t immediately understand what was happening, quickly moving into the category of corpses. I wish that in my youth in the taiga I would have brought such a machine, all the bears and wolves! Shoot a pleasure! There was silence, then I went out into the middle of the clearing and barked with all my might:

- Stand up! The Nazis destroyed! Build! Senior to me! Quickly!

The survivors quickly built up, and here two kind of greyhounds fly up to me and let's swing right - Who is this, present the documents, hand over the weapons and all that. Having caught the accent, I understood everything - the Balts from the “Brandenburg-800”, we read a lecture about them to us. So the first one got a bullet in the chest from a sniper, and the second one and “Walter”, I can shoot well with the left one. So now two more warm sergeants of the NKGB are lying side by side, unlocking their gymnasts - everything is clear with these greyhounds, the German uniform under them. Famously these bastards work!
- So, you all obeyed the orders of German saboteurs? Idiots! You are not the soldiers of the Red Army, but idiots! They threw you on machine guns, and they themselves lay in a ditch! Shoot you a little all! Or send a tribunal? But I can forgive you!

After that, both platoons began to quickly and unquestioningly carry out my commands. What I needed! We just now have no time to pickle up!
I put the young lieutenant over them, who reported that there were German cars behind the bridge, a whole column, so we quickly captured them, there were only drivers. Having put the German chauffeurs in the cockpit and one of our soldiers to each guard, I ordered them to wait for the command - we will go to ours. One German balked, like he was a prisoner of war, take him to the camp and feed him, so I “fed” him two bullets in the stomach and one - control in the head.Since he did not surrender his weapon, he is not a prisoner of war, but an enemy, I snapped at the timid objections of the young letheha, he could now put a bullet in your stupid head - he was with a weapon. And since the enemy does not give up, he must be destroyed! The rest of the German chauffeur, having understood that they could not digest such a “feeding”, spurred into the cabins. Now will be our "Ordnung"!

I myself once again got behind the wheel of the GAZ-61, I sent a motorcycle with police officers forward, and we drove to the search and heading the columns of the captured vehicles to search for our units. Good trophies! I was driving along a country road, and behind me were three cargo "Bushing" and two powerful cargo "Opel", with full cargo bodies, and excellent Swedish "Oerlikon" for each car on trailers, and also with ammunition. Neutrals smart-ass these Swedes! They sell to Hitler everything that is possible and everything that he needs! ...