even a little further, on a pedestrian sexual route, our chief of staff ordered to prepare guards, he hurries to the front headquarters. Nadia took off her German uniform and cap with a German eagle and became our usual girl who speaks Russian — the special people calmed down a bit, and Nadya our anxious and worried Petrushevsky put the documents for translation. Soon, they all conferred in the office of Petrushevsky, Nadia again translated the documents into Russian - the situation is very important, and I was sent to bed, I was very tired. An hour later, special people began to wake me up, I almost shot them awake. How I used to swear - the rear idiots!
I had to get up and tell what was in the rear. Warned that if I was beaten and demanded to confess that I was recruited by German intelligence, I would blow them all up, got the very training F-1, the famous lemon. But the present person was more adequate and, only slightly paler, laughed loudly, saying that everything is simple - front counterintelligence requires information about the flight, I brought very important papers from the rear in my briefcase. That is why they woke me up, now my story is being stenographed and I can sleep on. And they sweetened the pill - a big prize shines for me for knocking down that formidable U-52 with German paratroopers and the Order of Alexander Nevsky for the destruction of an airfield and a fascist tank regiment, they heard what Pukhov said.

Then there was a radiogram - the guys in the rear were ambushed, they were surrounded, so this group was silent. That's how they saved Nadia. Brave guys, what could be here. And the Germans, they drank blood notably. But almost all of our RDG fascists destroyed - you need to leave the area in time, but our top commanders ...

The next day there was a new order - I was asked to fly to the Pe-2, he was alone in this air division, the crew was given to me, to be led and to send an I-15 regiment to the station. I also suggested using the Su-2, after clearing the sky, they can strike even more power - the helicopters and high-speed ones, these light bombers, and even with the “eresies” - this is a great chance to completely crush the critical junction station. I went from the west, from the side of the sun, firing the chassis, so that the Pe-2 became a bit like the Lapotnik and was able to drop the OF-100 and fragmentation bombs to anti-aircraft gunners positions.
Well, the guys on the I-15, without fear of anti-aircraft guns, defeated the station, destroying almost the tank regiment on the platforms, and then the "Drying" rushed - the smoke stood up to the sky. We flew back, it was already getting dark, and suddenly there was a sharp smell of gas on the way, we had to sit down, seeing an excellent long glade in the light of the moon, turning off the gas supply valve. Op-pa! - and here our U-2 stands, the wing is broken, and then the second, its tail is broken and the engine smokes. Our shooter with my captured flashlight began to watch our gas pipeline - it was interrupted by a bullet from anti-aircraft gunners. That is why it smelled of fuel and engine gloh. Ravil said he would fix it now.

He quickly connected the punched gas line with a rubber tube - the guy's hands are golden. And here, apparently having heard our quiet mats, we were called by female voices, slightly frightening us — three girls from the female regiment of night bombers. Joy was, kissed, and the girls say that there is some kind of warehouse. I took a flashlight and we went with the navigator - yes, this is clearly a German aerodrome of a jump, and the German security, spitting on the "Ordnung", most likely feasts in the village. And stacked here!

I also had a navigator Siberian, a very thorough and very economic man, so we decided to collect some trophies. At first, we dressed the girls in German fur coats, stripped them naked, one even threw off her riders and gave them German comfortable headgear - they would fly in the bomb hole, and there she saw the wild pilot wounded easily, we tied her up and also dressed in fur overalls. And here comes the first, which we had previously dressed, such a stately girl and introducing herself - “Captain Voronina”, said that her navigator had run away somewhere, you need to look for her. We went a little forward, Voronina called loudly, and here we hear an idiotic order:
- Hands up! Drop your weapon! Lie down on the ground!

- Dura is crazy, do not yell, the Germans will hear. Faster come to us, faster, we are leaving now, - growls Voronin softly.
- No, give up and throw the weapon, I will shoot.
- Yes, you go to dick, you fool abnormal, do not yell only, we are in the German rear, such an idiot, - Ravil howled muffled. Everything, commander, is leaving, - and we went back. More accurately shoot. She is in shock and, most likely, is now completely inadequate. This often happens - they were hit!
Himself a cunning Tatar, having thrust the girls into a bomb hole, he immediately began dragging in there boxes of canned food from a heap standing by the trees. One drawer was tucked into my seat, the second one to me, informing me that there was coffee there, for sure - it smells so charming! Well, after shining carefully, I put two small boxes with red crosses to the navigator - excellent German medicines, this is even more important. And then she flies in, loudly trampling on, this very young fool and waving a gun, they say, take her immediately, otherwise she will shoot. Well, crazy, for sure! And not in himself, the whole coward!
- Quickly undress, and then we fly away. Quickly!
- What are you, I'm still a girl! I am only 18 years old. I will not give you, here! I'll shoot you and shoot myself! I will not let me rape you all are rascals! I will shoot! And I will not give to rape!
Complete idiot, she decided that we will now rape her - it's time! A strong slap in the face and she flew in one direction, and the gun in the other. The gun, by the way, was without cartridges - a complete idiot! A minute later, with my help and Ravil, she stayed in some shorts, and then without panties - the brazen Ravil tried, at the same time getting a couple of delicious slaps on her soft ass - for prevention and not screaming more, then we put on her a German update, and the bomb bay is already closed, and there is no place there either - boxes with canned goods. Echidny Ravil, coughed cunningly, hinting to me that he was joking - and issued such a resolution: “Canned food is more necessary, come on, commander, let's leave it here.” But if she gives me on arrival home, then we will take her. ” This abnormal howled to the voice: “Dame! Dame, just do not throw! All the ladies! Just give, just take it away! ”Full of humor, despite the situation. Ravil came up with it - since the girl is so small, he put her in his hands in the gunner’s cabin, there’s nothing to shoot him anyway, he’d pushed everything out.

In the morning there was a commotion in the air regiment - when we sat down with difficulty, remembering who was in my bomb bay, I planted the Pawn very gently. What a meeting - the chief of staff and the chief of intelligence and, of course, the special officer were waiting for us. I got out and reported, and then the navigator slowly opened the hatch, and from there the girls in German overalls crawled out. A special person began to yell like “Hyundai hoh!”, But he wouldn’t open her holster from a fright, and a tall girl approached the regimental commander and introduced herself “Captain Voronin! 223 night bomber regiment! ”And to the special person:“ What are you yelling like a speculator in the bazaar? Crap for fear? We are ours! ”There was laughter! Exactly what it was like to shout!
So, in addition to the rescued girls, we also brought here gifts to the sea. Everyone was very pleased, especially the head of the army — boxes with medicines. Well, I dragged two boxes with canned food and a box of coffee to my girl-snipers, one might say, they really need it. They thanked me for two nights in a row, and here our Zoya, who became a woman, gladly gave herself to me. Here we remembered that the war has been going on for a year. I even got the verse:

Already a year the war was boiling and raging,
He swallowed the whole country,
Madness sanity spread rot,
In the blood of human space flooded.

We drank with them to relieve stress, especially since it was not so easy for me after this flight, I even had a little pounding in my temples after the “otkhodnyak”. But at least the "night witches" we saved. How are they now? The girls-snipers said that after the night with me they are completely calm, they feel great and they have no pain, although after the mortar shelling by the Germans they have several cuts and wounds. Then I remembered the story of my wonderful mistress, the medical battalion doctor in our air regiment, a wonderful doctor and a wonderful beautiful woman, whose face I had long dreamed of, a military doctor with the rank of captain - beauty Svetlana Alekseeva:
- Sex, my dear - this is a pain reliever stronger than Valium. After sex, the level of the hormone oxytocin rises, leading to the release of endofrin, which removes any pain. Here you are, just for example, my beauties, now light wounds do not hurt so much and heal faster, right? Zoe, when you finished, I stuck it in your ass, did it hurt you? Do not blush, no, I'm not for insulting or disclosing our secrets, I just clarify so that you understand what I told you. So, my beauties, our nightly beautiful and sweet sit-ups and a bed-rest, when you finish well and get more pleasure - this is the death of the fascist invaders!
The girls giggled, and Zoe asked me to lie still with her, so that she could sleep more tightly - tomorrow they would be back in position again. And when we embraced, she quietly and slyly asked: "Pavel Ivanovich, and you still want to?" Well, don't you say to the girl that you do not want. I had to try, while long resting between her full legs, but I finished in Zoe's sweet, skillful mouth, it seems that she liked this way of protection much more than to finish her plump ass.

In the morning, very satisfied girls, transparently hinting that they would need to “treat” the rest, got ready to leave for the position, only asked me to read any rhyme for them. I told them that after returning from the rear, I was a little in a trance, and so I had this poem:

The battle is over. And only then will you find time
Every voice of life wonders how a miracle.
Quietly the tree rains,
The titmouse girlfriend calls loudly ...

The girls assured me that they would be careful to hear these voices of life again and again, and having kissed me tightly, they set off a splash among the fascists. Their officers now all go to the pilot's caps, fearing a well-aimed shot "SVT", and their two snipers, who threatened to remove the girls, are now resting in a Bose.

And after breakfast I was called to headquarters.