Well, in the morning, after breakfast, I was suddenly summoned by General Petrushevsky, in his office there was also the head of intelligence of the army. The general expressed me official gratitude for the skillful leadership of the snipers, he saw himself, being on the NP. Well, now - another conversation. The fact is that they send several RDG - reconnaissance and sabotage groups, to the rear of the Germans and want to know from me what I have seen from above, how best to go to the rear. Well still - to me all is visible from above, you and know!

I suggested the following - to conduct reconnaissance in force, and under this brand the groups will move to the rear, there is now “puff pie”, so that they will easily pass. On the map, I showed them two convenient places, then, slapping my forehead, I took out Feldgandarmerie signs from my commander's tablet, they even glow in the dark, so if someone knows German, this is a great option when meeting with the Germans. In addition, I also handed over to the translator the documents of the Germans, which I had gained by the battle - they can also be useful!

Showed on the map more places convenient for passage, as I saw them from above. I also have my opinion, I heard the conversation of two of our experienced saboteurs before being thrown into the rear - all groups need to take Polish “Ur” anti-tank guns in a trophy warehouse, two or three per group, small caliber - 7, 92, but the cartridge is powerful, but then you do not need to risk your life to undermine the path, but you can force German locomotives to about three hundred meters. After all, without a locomotive, any train will not go! Well, if a tank with gasoline - “Ur” will easily pierce it, and then what a loss to the fascists! There is nothing to fill the cars and tanks, they all go on gasoline.

And do not undermine the path, a wrecked locomotive - even more hassle than the way to repair! Further, since you want my unbiased opinion - you don’t need to take female radio operators to these raids, they will only slow down, I was so exhausted with two girls coming out of the rear. What to do? - yes, everything is simple! Let the stallions from the radio communications center of the army go to the raid, carry the “North” walkie-talkies - yes, to spit such ambals, and the fat will be shaken off. But then the girls - on the radio center, the girls are neater and more attentive than men. To drag these Severks to them - they simply “merge” on the second kilometer - the forces of women and men are incomparable. Yes, and trained intelligence for such transitions! And suddenly in the raid their women's affairs will begin, what then?
The chief of intelligence turned his head, and Petrushevsky immediately wrote a secret draft order and adyu! Go to the radio station, let these eagles get ready! Now they will not laugh at the girls-radio operators, and they themselves can very well chew their "bread" - taking a walk to the German rear. At the same time they will receive the real "combat".

Well, I, wearing a cool German flight jacket, wrapped my neck in a silk scarf produced in the Stork — you won't rub your neck, once you fly, you have to turn your head in all directions, an excellent trophy flight we send with a mesh inside — your head does not sweat, and you walked with an easy step to the dugout snipers, deciding to visit them. The delighted girls kissed me for delicious chocolate, and they drank tea and coffee with sugar as they wanted. And there is still coffee, in the morning it is so good to drink a very nice refreshing drink. So I also brought them two cans of the most delicate American canned sausages, so after a modest army breakfast we had a great snack and drank some more delicious coffee, from rations of executed saboteurs - the girls were delighted and, sweetly kissed me again, firmly told that they were waiting for me in the evening. And now we have decided to walk together and explore new positions - snipers should have several of them! And then new adventures! Well, well, they are directly looking for me!

Only I came out into the clearing near the girls' dugout, as I’m looking at this “Fiziler-Shtorkh” famously going down on this huge, convenient clearing, and I was simply stupefied, as I wasn’t invited! From stress me a little bit of humor struck! Although after a minute everything became clear to me - the identification panel left by the German paratroopers was lying around - so they sat down, still apparently not knowing about the rout of the landing force. Shouting to the girls in a low voice so that they would hide and be ready, I went out a little ahead — I could not immediately recognize me in this jacket. From the side - well, just poured out fascist! A passenger jumped out, so twisted as mercury and running towards me and something babbling in German, and I showed him with my hand - “Bitte!”, They say, we go there. Well, and there his girls swaddled! The pilot, sharply twitching to the pistol, received two bullets in the chest from me - my trophy "Walter" hits without a miss. Well now, respectively - the frightened officer, we all together were quickly delivered to headquarters. So soon there was a furore at the headquarters - Pukhov even began to laugh, saying that I had become just a specialist in communications for Wehrmacht officers.

Yes, soon everyone stopped laughing - his briefcase turned out to be very interesting, so the commander next day ordered me to present the girls to the medals, and me to the Order of the Great Concert Hall. True, the most important reward for me was late in the evening - delighted snipers petted me, and I was able to give pleasure to two, and myself too. And a small comedy - I only finish in the ass of Ninotch's bbw, she was born and raised in Baku, and there she learned to have such sex. How are they joking - "we have all the girls in front and punched from behind." I promised to introduce her to Kira later, she, too, from Baku - Ninochka was delighted! To meet a fellow countryman or a countrywoman in a war is a great joy and good luck! Insidious and impish, like all women, this contented girl whispered in my ear: “So you and Kira too? And also in the ass? I hope she was delighted? ”And giggled slyly. Now the girls from Baku are snide, one to one. But sweet what! Pleasures Nina brought me the sea! So we all slept very well, I finished the morning stanchion again, but already in the mouth of the beauty Zoya, she then hugged me tightly, again falling asleep right before the yell of the duty officer - "Let us lift!"

So the next day, the girls, being in a great mood, went to the forward division and literally staged terror among the German command staff, famously changing their positions, so that the Germans then fired at empty spaces - it was not for nothing that we were preparing! Petrushevsky and Pukhov gladly handed us awards - medals "For Courage", they can be awarded simply by order of the commander. So we went to the dining room, ringing awards and just happy. The new political instructor, of course, pushed a short speech, also congratulating us. After lunch, I suddenly saw “Rama” in the sky and ran to the chief of staff. Rita, making him a massage, greeted me cheerfully, and I blurted out with the air that it was necessary to urgently move the headquarters, because we were precisely spotted by this insidious and very dangerous Focke-Wulf-189, so tomorrow maliciously “Laptechniki” would arrive in early morning, and they bombed extremely accurately. Your decision, comrade general?
This “Rama” has already accurately taken pictures and soon the fascists will consider them in their fascist headquarters, thinking how many bombers will be sent here. We need to act and urgently! That's what the general's restraint means - only after the massage, Petrushevsky put on his uniform, once again becoming a major general and gave orders. Nevertheless, the army headquarters is a rather cumbersome structure and now it is necessary not to hesitate. So in the late evening the headquarters moved forward, at the same time having moved forward and the 121st division, and this was urgently reported to the front headquarters. Well, still, order 227 in action, so that “Not one step back!” And the 13th army is now going forward for the second time! And I again received my gratitude in the morning, when the “Junkers” successfully bombed the empty place, I also asked to leave a couple of red flags in a visible place, they say, we are still here - bombing, “Goering chicks”, to your health! Pile us for our field kitchens to the fullest!

Well, in the evening I received another “thanks” from four girls, signalers. They found out who had realized and achieved leaving them at headquarters and not allowing them to the rear, so late at night two were on duty, and two were given to me with all the passion of front gratitude. ...