A hefty ambal even frightened a half-naked Zoya a little, but he behaved more or less normally, without the usual threats of special people. They put me on a stool in a big dugout, I, out of habit, looked around - there were a lot of folders on the table, a gas canister in the corner, I could hear the smell, two German beater grenades on the table, so called because of long wooden handles. It took a couple of minutes, apparently they wanted me to feel the atmosphere of this terrible dugout, and here the eldest, the state security captain, began to behave differently, demanding to admit that the Germans had recruited me, that I was a prisoner.

And to my surprise that I myself General Pukhov and the beginning. Petrushevsky’s headquarters recognized that they called my regiment and the air corps officer and everyone confirmed that it was me. I was in the rear, I was shot down, but I was not in captivity and no one recruited me, I am a faithful defender of my country. Like our generals, they are intelligent commanders and loyal to the cause of Lenin-Stalin. To which he whinnied, showing me two folders - here they are, these generals, they are full of evidence, we’ll also type at you, admit it sooner, sign it sooner, you will have goals, and I immediately, apparently for learning, received by ear from the "ambala" and flew to the floor. And at once the usual singular singing:

- Hand over weapons! Documents on the table!

Cold hatred pierced me - well, if you, bastards, like this with a combat pilot ... Well, it's not over yet, as they say. I am risking life in the sky, in the rear of the enemy, and you here in our rear of the muzzle ate and beat our soldiers! Well, well - as goes around comes around - so will respond, I have nothing to lose! Ambala pulled the TT out of my holster, I put the documents on the table, put the ambala in Walter’s hands, say, admire, but seeing that the captain got distracted, he grabbed a German grenade standing on the table and force hit the forehead "Ambala". He grunted and fell. And I hit the captain on the head with a turn. Then he pulled out his “Walter” from the floor and twice shot at these bastards - they sit, scum ”in the rear and fight not with the Germans, but with their own, sculpt things and then report what they are heroes. It is not without reason that the most borzoi, according to reports, are called by specialists “novelists,” they write precisely novels, full of bullshit on anyone. What's next? We must act quickly!

I looked in the room, then in the safe - a lot of things, but soon there will be nothing, I have already invented something. Op-pa! - and what for such inconspicuous dark brown briefcase in the safe? I took it, I opened the locks and gasped! Clean hands, a hot heart and a cold head? These are our security officers? Yes, there is exactly everything famously stolen in some jewelry store, apparently during our retreat. Fifteen beautiful boxes are excellent Swiss gold watches with a luminous dial, just our golden Zarya watches, golden earrings at the bottom of the package, in the second section gold rings, bracelets, chains, and gold crosses. Well, and the third branch - tightly packed with bundles of money, obviously the bank was robbed!

The most honest people of the NKGB seem to be here! So I confiscate it! Well, let's get started! I pulled the grinder fuse and put it next to the gasoline canister, I now have seven seconds, well, grabbing things at the generals, thrust them in my bosom and jumped out of the dugout, holding the briefcase tightly - it will now come in useful to me. There is no one to help me out, but I’ll go on the run - that’s money! Money has not been canceled!
No matter how ridiculous, but the fascists helped me out - coming out of the dugout, I saw a high and very slowly flying “Aunt Yu” - a German transport worker, Junkers-52.In the dugout it burst and caught fire, so the canister exploded and took up - well, well, and as fine, everything will burn, including mine. And then German paratroopers fell from the sky. Screaming at the top of her throat: “Anxiety! German troops! Fire at the landing! Anxiety! ”, I ran up to the tent, where four female snipers were stationed, who arrived yesterday and shouted at them about the landing party and ordered them to shoot at the Germans.

They began to shoot, jumping out of their beds, bare and half-dressed, one in a short nightie, which opened almost completely its full legs, obviously giving this view a great pleasure to the two guards of the headquarters, staring at her, and not at the landing - all the evils from women. True, right after my second kick, they barely broke away from the sight of her bare legs and half-naked breasts and paid attention to the German troops. It is high time! Well, I ran to the Oerlikon, the guys had already deployed them and two opened fire, I am from the third, the scribes only had time to insert packages of shells - soon knocking out a slow-moving three-engine "Junkers-52" - it burned notably! Then I ordered them to fire on the paratroopers. Now the main thing - to avoid panic!

The crowd of hefty Esseses, dropping parachutes, rushed directly, firing from "MP-38" - they are drunk, or something. And I screamed in full throat of our soldiers who were confused: “Fire! Or shoot everyone! Fire! ”Acting, we came out of a stupor - after a second, the red-hot vents of large-caliber machine guns spat out fire and steel, the Oerlikons coughed convulsively, tearing powerful bodies into feldgrau into parts. And I pounded with might and main from the trophy “MG” right from the table, the lieutenant translator deftly handed me a new tape. The rest of the headquarters guard also jumped out here and soon this large landing force was completely destroyed.
Having made my way to the chief of staff, Petrushevsky, I, as an experienced pilot, clearly stated that in three hours the Germans would bomb the headquarters area, this is almost a law. My advice is to move not backwards, but forward, there is an empty zone, and the “Goering chicks” will bomb the headquarters and the entire area behind it, considering that we will retreat in this way. Pukhov is still a smart general, even though he has a quartermaster formation - he did so, leaving mockups and flags. Well, we will clearly execute Stalin's order - “Not a single step back!” We’ll go ahead, we must urgently report back to the front headquarters! And exactly, as scheduled, in three hours - bombing.

And Kira and Zoya and I ran through the forest and hid far away from the headquarters, but the bombing was powerful, but of course mostly wasted, although I was suddenly struck by a shrapnel thigh and I asked Zoya to bandage me, as I was joking, “wounded warrior” . Kira, of course, was a bit offended - by the Germans and our women! Vidocq here was still the same - I am standing in a thick bush, riding breeches and long johns on my boots, my dick “wakes up” slowly, and Zoya, having washed the wound on my thigh and smeared it with German medicines, put a band-aid on it and shook it with a bandage.

Yes, we fell behind the German pharmacists - the medicines in the lieutenant colonel's medical box were excellent. Hooker Zoe, seeing my member sticking right in front of her face, deftly took it in her mouth, as Kira whispered - to relieve stress. It was a wonderful treatment! I was delighted and Zoe too. Well, only I pulled the breeches - a new situation! Kira got up "crustaceans" and, lifting the skirt to the waist, twists her round ass. That hog, seduces me at such a moment - nemchura still shooting back. And she: “Germans are not wolves, they won’t run away to the forest, but I ... And my ass is waiting for you ...” So, her breeches had to be lowered to me, as the smart and beautiful medical doctor Svetlana Alekseeva spoke in Latin - “Karp diem "- seize the moment!" Moreover, Kira is already in a “pose”.
By the way, the "moment" turned out great. even though I'm tired, but the pleasures of the sea. And to finish in Zoe's mouth is generally a topic for a separate conversation, full of pleasure! As the girls told afterwards, when we sat down to have a bite to eat in the forest, the curator of the group taught them these types of sex, she had previously worked at our embassy in Italy. Well, from the temperamental pasta plucked all-all and taught the girls.I managed to pull out of the German containers dropped by the paratroopers, heels of a kilogram of fat, packed a hundred grams in cellophane, chocolate, ten packs of coffee and a pack of multi-colored cubes - dry lemonade (well done fascists!) After eating, we moved back, and then steps - we sat down, there are two wounded German paratroopers. Shot in the air and they surrendered, although they looked like wolves, but with wounded hands they didn’t really shoot.

I just took them ...