1. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 1
  2. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 2
  3. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 3
  4. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 4
  5. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 7
  6. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 5
  7. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 6
  8. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 9
  9. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 8
  10. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 7
  11. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 10
  12. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 11
  13. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 12
  14. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 13
  15. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 14
  16. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 15
  17. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 6 (continued)
  18. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 16
  19. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 19
  20. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 20
  21. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 21

It turns out that parallel worlds are not fiction at all, but reality itself. Each layer is separated from those standing nearby for exactly 70 years. Historical processes and personalities in them are often identical, although there are differences in particulars. Until the beginning of the twentieth century, there are not many such differences, with rare exceptions. That is, particulars may diverge, but in general, historical events are repeated from layer to layer.

If we recall one top-secret project - “Puppeteer”. Along with the discovery of parallel worlds, unique subjects were revealed among people who, under certain conditions, are able to take control of another person. Under full control. And at the same time they had at their disposal all the knowledge, abilities and even skills of the ward. And most importantly, with all this, the puppeteer remained safe, since in the case of the death of the carrier, the Puppeteer’s consciousness was transferred back to his body.

And I, without damage to health, could be in an artificial coma for a maximum of six months. After such a load, he needed a long recovery and rehabilitation period. After all, movement is life. Even for the Puppeteer!

After all, little to get a puppeteer. It is equally important that he agrees to work with the office. Himself, and not under pressure of circumstances. So that, having penetrated into the subconscious of the object, he was his second “I”, guided the whole process, using important knowledge gained in the future. Getting pleasure from the process, but not serving a duty. Only in this case, you can reach a full understanding and excellent results. I then expressed a desire to work ... Moreover, there is still strength! There, on the street, some old man turned: "Young man ..." It is strange, I still, for a moment, fifty-seven. Not a boy. Although from the height of 85 years old by this scientist, yes, he is a young man. Okay. What to find fault with? Well, called young and called. There still, you see, in the near future he will indeed become young when he is hooked to some poor thing. Why poor thing? So after all, with these people obsessed with their work, they will shove an object into some ass. That's why he came to me on the street to check my reaction. At the same time, soon offered a version of the work.

But I liked this option - the Crimean Front. Complete idiocy of the strategy - having troops twice as large as Manstein, losing the Crimea and completely defeated front. 300 thousand prisoners and the loss of all the ports of the Crimea and airfields. At a reception at Stalin, Kozlov cried at Mehlis, that he "put it in his pocket" and commanded. Well, what can lead the team of the incompetent illiterate talker ... Bezvolny absolutely this Kozlov, and with this impudent boor Mehlis you have to become a strong-willed general yourself! Now this army commissioner of the first rank will be very surprised!

The capsule in the medical center slowly closed, soon the portal will open and my consciousness will immediately move to Moscow for 42 years. See if I can handle it or not? But for three weeks we worked with maps and “fought” on tablets with might and main, examining all the options. Coming ... My “client” will wake up in the morning by another person ...

My boss says exactly: “40 years old is a wonderful age, but you understand this only when you are 60 years old”. But the general got nothing to me - strong, muscular, his strength was simply unmeasured. The beginning of January, 12 degrees of frost, and I went naked to the waist, did a warm-up, rubbed with snow, then put on a gymnastress and decided to chop wood. They settled me in a great house and the owners here, as they say, are “strong”. But now the owner's health has let him down, barely walks, is now in the hospital. But on the other hand, his wife is simply bursting with health - so stately, strong, with a blush all over her cheek. A blouse on her gorgeous breasts just pops! It was so interesting for me to start every morning - chopping firewood and having breakfast, the mistress and I went to the bedroom.

She is from Baku, hot and burning like a fire, so I had to work quite a bit in bed - she soon ended violently. And now the final stage - I thoroughly lubricated her tight hole. And after a couple of minutes, the finger slid unhindered in it, greedily compressed by the elastic walls of the anus. This is how girls in Baku have fun - for the wedding they need to remain pseudo, otherwise ... But nature takes its course ... That's how hot girls and their equally hot guys in Baku enjoy themselves, receiving great pleasure at the same time.

We cleaned ourselves up, drank tea, then Amina said that soon they would move to the south, where her husband would be much better. Then she knelt - the war will wait for me and the General Staff too. I was delighted - Amina did a great blowjob, it looks like the practice I was impressive. The horns of her husband were apparently like elk's. And then, after such a great start to the day, I had an equally great thought - to buy this house from them! After all, I have the glory of God for money - I have no place to spend my general's salary, a full ballet of money. Amina was so very happy - they generally just wanted to leave the house. After all, the war may come to Moscow again, and the Germans sometimes bombed, and here such luck ... And even advised me to contact the district executive committee with my friend Margarita Pavlovna. It was my luck and my new destiny in this parallel world.

War, smoke, blood, dirt, betrayal, venality, the neglect of human life, loyalty to the oath, duty and selfless devotion to friendship. War exposes the human soul, exposing both vices and dignity. It is also a real test for the authorities, because in the conditions of war it is impossible to hide the rot that breaks out, like a purulent boil. But love, passion, betrayal, sex - all this in the war itself or during the war in the rear is more vivid and more anxious and passionate.

Going into the office, I was stunned! Early a long time ago at school I somehow painted a female portrait in the early morning, such as such “Unknown” Kramskoy. And now - she stands before me:

“Comrade General, you have been standing for half an hour, holding my hands and burning me with your eyes,” she grinned a little. And I silently got my pencil drawing out of the folder.

- And when did you draw me? It seems a long time ago ... stupid, but who is this, Dmitry Timofeevich?

- Dear Margarita Pavlovna, I have long since presented the woman of my dreams in this way, she dreamed of me and then drew her. I draw well and sometimes even write short poems! And so I met you, you are definitely a woman of my dreams! This is a sign of fate! You have to be my wife!

I gently hugged her and kissed the fluffy curl of hair at the temple. Then, inhaling the charming smell of her fluffy hair, I read my impromptu:

The wonderful smell of your hair

Often drives me crazy!

You are the vision of my night dreams!

It is a pity that you have no pity!

Margarita laughed, she absolutely did not move away from my impudent embraces. At the same time, she said that she would “regret” such a brave general and help me in my urgent question. And I whispered to her ear: “Just do not forget to marry me. I will not give anyone a serious man and woman of my dreams ”...

Soon, I wrote a statement, asked her to help me with the design and, leaving Margarita, a pretty little confused by my confessions, a wad of money, despite her objections, went to work. After all, to receive an order on the appointment and also the allocation of resources - this is not all! Try to knock it all out! But I very soon will have to go or fly to the Crimea, and zilch resources ... And to pull them out of the mouth of our logistics personnel ...

But closer to the end of the day I arrived at the district executive committee - I could not help but see Margarita. But since the working day was over and we were both hungry, I invited her to a restaurant.

Medium height, a little shorter than me, she sat next to me, with her legs crossed. A trendy navy suit fitted a tight fit. Flesh-colored stockings with a slight glitter beautifully outlined slender legs. A white blouse with a dark, thin tie was well set off by brown eyes on an oval face with sensual little lips. Lush brown-haired hair fell down from his left shoulder to the chest. Not thin, but not complete, rather inclined to corpulence - such a pretty woman. The woman of my dreams!

The unbuttoned jacket opened her full elastic chest, sharply marked out under the white fabric of a narrow blouse, so tightly fitting it. Maybe Rita deliberately did so, like a yoke, exposing the beauty of her body. Overcome by confusion, I was unable to tear my eyes from my companion. Attempting to digress on the topic of weather fails, not having had time to be born, all you have in mind is to quickly embrace her in your arms (it is probably easier to say to take her to bed). Having stopped fighting with himself, he began to openly admire his bride. I was absolutely sure of this - Margarita would soon become my bride! I even almost joked:

- Margarita Pavlovna, how is your dinner? Do you want something else? And do not agitate that everything is so expensive, I am still a general! So, I have a general salary. Have you ever been married to a general? So you will have it for the first time! - we both laughed softly. We were both so wonderful together ...

- Margarita Pavlovna, but I’m not joking at all, I’m absolutely determined to make you an offer. I finally met the woman of my dreams ... Now I will take you home and think about my offer until the morning!

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