The geographical position of the Crimean peninsula is such that it allows owning them to control almost the entire western and central part of the Black Sea. And more ... The airfields located here allowed the bombing of the Ploiesti oil region and industrial sites in Romania. From Sevastopol to Constanta in a straight line 500 kilometers (270 miles) is eight to ten hours of full speed for a destroyer or cruiser, so the raid operations of the Soviet fleet could not only completely paralyze coastal shipping in this region, but also create a serious threat to coastal economic and oil refineries complexes. That is why German troops rush here!

I knew this even without the operations of the direction of the General Staff. But what Pan-Ataman Shilkgruber ordered to General Mashtein in his directive:

- We need the bread of Ukraine. Donetsk industrial region should work for us. The supply of oil to the Russians from the Caucasus should be cut off, then their military forces will die from a fuel famine. We must, above all, capture the Crimea to eliminate this most dangerous AVIANESIAN AGAINST ROMANIAN OIL SOURCES!

That is why Adolf Aloizovich gave a directive to the commander of the 11th Wehrmacht army to launch Operation Hunting for Bustard in early March.

Of course, I was not at the reception at OKW headquarters, but I knew for sure that this instruction to Manstein would be. But now I was interested in something else - the relationship with the commander of the 1st infantry division of the NKVD. When he introduced himself - Colonel Trubachev, and even Vasily, I almost neigh. Who among us in his youth did not read the book Vasek Trubachev and His Comrades. And the colonel thought from my smile that I liked him and, despite his affiliation to this terrible organization, we had quite good relations with him, which I decided to consolidate, which is natural at the table. And, as they say - a good snack!

Marina, Ivanova's wife, just turned out to be a craftswoman and we gladly devoured her goodies. It turned out that the table turned out to be three men and three women. And Vasek, as I called myself to myself, turned out to be a guy who did not miss, and after the third glass with might and main he began to care for Anastasia. Vityok, the son of Anastasia with pleasure rushed to my orderly - he was cleaning the gun and machine gun, and this is for the guy ...

I told them an almost ridiculous and at the same time tragic incident. When Guderian surrounded the Kiev group, after the report he gasped - 400 thousand prisoners of war! And he has two hundred! So he ordered to give the prisoners to relatives. Like this! After all, there is simply nothing for him to feed such a mob of prisoners!

One pullet, on the advice of neighbors, took a hog - a piglet, went ten kilometers to the camp, walked along the fence of the camp, saw the boy who liked her and declared him her husband. The pig went into the cauldron with a laughing doichen to the Soldiers, and grandfather Ivan and Baba Shura later brought up five children. As a result of the fighting in the Kiev region turned out a boom of weddings and a real population explosion among the local population.The rest of the pullets were one hundred and twenty soldiers saved. Then I, when the women went to the kitchen for hot, gave an almost military joke:

- A certain commander is sitting in a restaurant with a lady, and impatient to him ... for little need. But you have to somehow explain this to your companion, so he says: “Forgive generously, sweet beauty. I have to leave you literally for a minute in order to help one of my friends ... With whom I hope to introduce you a bit later ... Already windows licked with laughter ...

But the NKVD is the NKVD and the colonel just provoked me, as he thought. So I famously gave a rebuke about Trotsky-Bronstein, by the way - the creator of the Red Army. They say it is absolutely correct, Comrade Stalin destroyed Tukhachevsky and Egorov, there was a conspiracy! Or will you order us to stand on ceremony with the “red marshals” who prayed for Trotsky? If only Iosif Vissarionovich had left upstairs, but Lev Davydovich, more precisely, Leyba Davidovich, everyone would have been working in labor camps now, as the Leo of the Revolution had dreamed of! Adolf Hitler would be ashamed of his slavering humanism alongside Leyba Bronstein! The colonel even laughed, and I, just being confident of installing microphones in my house, did rush to compliment our Supreme. Here you will not spoil the porridge with butter! But my compliments were all from the heart, and it was not for nothing that older people after 91 years often repeated: “You have no Stalin!”

Our gatherings ended wonderfully - Trubachev agreed to issue Anastasia a personal representative of the financial department of the division and with the rank of lieutenant. Perfectly! This is both a salary and certificates! Eight commanders from the division will be in Moscow and will knock out supplies, uniforms and ammunition for us. So tomorrow Nastya moves to the division headquarters with her documents. Ivanov and Marina left for a time, and the three of us were in the bedroom. Nastya was so pleased - now she is not just a refugee, but already has her place in life and in the army. So after my passions with Margarita, she just caressed me, thanks for my help. She does not even believe that she was so lucky - after the ordeals in apartments and exactly half-starved existence. And how her little son is happy!

Why, there's more ... I drove by for lunch, and Andrew himself went to fill up the car and after dropping into the market and shopping - the money we had unaccounted for was full and needed to buy products. Marina put a delicious borscht on the table and, as soon as I quickly destroyed it, she suddenly began to seduce me. Marinochka herself was smart enough to understand the true state of affairs, but kept it secret from her colleagues. What, however, did not prevent this always charming, such starched-laced dark-blond gray-eyed beauty with a mysterious smile and crafty dimples on her cheeks to experience the effect of her spell on any individual of the male sex.

So after a couple of minutes, she lay her breast on the table, raising her skirt herself and lowering her breeches. They say she wants to thank me for the fact that her husband with the position and she herself is perfectly arranged in this difficult wartime. What about me? What man will refuse if a young beauty is in an uneasy pose? Her tight vagina gave me a wonderful pleasure and after, having finished well, I went out to smoke a porch exactly with the face of a cat who had found a bowl of unrecorded sour cream. Yes, even Marina so slyly betrayed that having sex with a general is not a betrayal at all, but a gratitude to her husband from the boss. Interesting female logic!

The next day we visited the warehouses, but how hard it is to fight with our rear rats. It's much easier with the Germans. But here I was lucky - I called, and then I went to see General Tolbukhin’s wife, told me that I was soon flying to Crimea. He is in the Crimea early. headquarters. And the wives of the generals are doing well in Moscow!

The fine porcelain cups with saucers on the undercoated napkins took the teapot, plates with toasts and sandwiches, bowls of jam and sugar, small plates for snacks and the same miniature milk jug, a tray for used spoons and a jug with cold water. Separate strongholds are a large kettle with boiling water and a tall coffee pot.The whole room is filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee with spices. And of course - OS cognac! Just like in the best houses in London and Philadelphia!

And somehow so imperceptibly we soon found ourselves in bed. Lush red hair, cute face, slightly touched by the first wrinkles with sensual full lips, long neck, large, slightly sagging breasts of the fifth size, which was her special pride, crowned with large pink nipples, so incredibly sensitive and tender. I was delighted! But at the beginning she put me in a chair and then I was a little stunned - what this former actress can do! And it is in these times!

Soon I felt the head of my “soldier” squeeze and massage my throat muscles. Oh, what a buzz, how good, how nice. Sperm has long been seething in textiles, but I restrained myself in order to extend the pleasure. But the time comes to everything, since the whitish magma has become ...