Again at night I had the same vivid and completely unusual dream. It looks like the message of my supervisors in that top-secret center for managing our parallel realities. So they hint that they will soon pull me out ...

Svetlana, she goes to me. Here it is very close and absolutely nothing on it, except stockings and shoes. Here she lay down next to me - what a gorgeous figure she has! On its left roundness, bending from its own gravity, such a big adorable butterfly with emerald-transparent wings descends. The butterfly touches a pink nipple with a shaggy proboscis, does not find nectar there and flies away. And the breasts like two amber drops of wax melted with burning rays descend lower and lower. I find myself in the thick tent of her long hair, through which faint light can barely filter through. And soon full darkness surrounds me. Her wet lips seem to be looking for my invisible mouth. But now I have nothing to breathe, and I begin to look for a way out of this pleasant captivity ... And I wake up ...

All clear! Natasha threw her adorable leg on me almost to her chest, hugged her tightly, I even got very hot. Well - it's time to think about the future ...

So! The adjutant received formidable paper from the front headquarters and flew with my girls to my Dodge in Dzhankoy. With him and Styopa went - so much better! I called the secretary of the city party committee and he promised to help. But it did without him - as soon as Stepan took out the Mauser, the memory of the chairman of the city executive committee immediately became much better and he quickly took out a folder from the table. So, three three-room apartments from the reserve in the executive house, at the same time the girls attached to the executive dining room. Having received the documents, Styopa only then removed the “Mauser”, and how the adjant was joking - at the sight of such a giant with a huge pistol a little incontinence did not work!

The wind through the bus attacked the guy who had come out of the cabin with the fury of a bull terrier and began to weave the floor of his jacket, climbing under his clothes and instantly making the body bulky. But the adjutant, with a lively printed step, approached me and reported on the exact fulfillment of the task. And he added - how good it is that you, comrade general, sent Steppe with us! At the sight of him all questions were solved instantly. Then we washed these documents in the evening - the girls were just happy. After all, they are all pregnant, so these apartments are just a gift for them. And then there's a gift from me when my adjutant came out - with a bundle of money each and a pair of diamond rings. So they kissed me and filled me with their hot tears. And at night - I “filled them”, at the hot urgent request of each. And in the early morning we drank great coffee. Natasha, as always - “with cream”, deftly and skillfully making me a blowjob. Already her female logic, they say, then I will not pay attention to the other shameless girls who are all ready to marry me. And then I will heartily deal with the affairs of the front. Oh women, you surely have the name of treachery! Right was the brilliant Shakespeare!

“Comrade general, Dmitri Timofeevich, I have the impression that you are saying goodbye to us, this is true,” asked an astute Olya.

- What are you, my beauties! I'm just very grateful to you, you just saved me, sometimes I came barely alive, and you brought me back to life and to the service. And how you dragged me to sleep in that trench, under the burkas. Thanks to your feminine intuition, we survived. So I owe you one ...

Yes, already three times attempted on me, it seems I strongly “got” Manstein. And on the next day my luck again. We have lured a grenadier regiment into a trap by falsely retreating, killing their machine guns with flank fire. Even the "Hanomag" captured - our excellent girl snipers killed everyone in this armored car. Ivanov immediately requisitioned it. In “Ganomanage” we had a whole arsenal, we were very well stocked, for a long time we would not have to switch to domestic weapons. There are several thousand patrons, four MG, one of them is on the beteer. Five MP and six rifles. One sniper. If the Cossacks killed themselves, deftly and cunningly fleeing from the Fritz, then there will be a complete replacement. There were almost no explosives, but there are two grenades, there are even smoke boxes. Min is a bit anti-personnel "frogs", but this is already good. We put them in the ground, under the frisky legs of the grenadiers! Let them rejoice!

Yes, there still arrived a major from Sevastopol, with them arrived about two mouths of sailors, apparently - dashing guys. The major was simply shocked by our combat! He thought that our "eagles" were afraid and run away in a panic!

Oh wow! - burst out of him when he inspected the battlefield. - Wow! Comrade Lieutenant General, just look!

I also followed the lead of the major and looked out from behind the parapet. All approaches to our positions were littered with corpses in gray-green overcoats. In some places, the dead were even in several layers. It was hard to tell how many Germans were killed here, trying to take this line, but there were many, very many. And none of them managed to reach the trench closer than a hundred meters. It seemed that the 50th Infantry Division of the Wehrmacht was in full force here, although of course this was not the case. Its pitiful remnants occupied positions about one and a half kilometers ahead, just along the very same ravine that was supposed to be the deployment line for the SS motorized regiment and Romanian cavalrymen. But the strike "Katyusha", then six machine guns, but again, the I-15 arrived and propelled the German "Varyags". So that gully was full! But that's not all! Today was exactly the day of "surprises" for the army Manstein!

Our "donkeys" came back, and here "Aunt Yu" flies and in tow a glider with a paratrooper, then they fell off. So only five half-dead paratroopers descended on parachutes, and here they were “nailed” by Stepan with their whip. They immediately shout at seeing the stripes on his riding breeches (Cossack!):

- Alarm! Kazaken! Niht Schissen!

Yes, then Stepan Ivanov was dragging them away — the Nemchur admitted that they had to be dropped onto the front headquarters in order to precisely kill the commander. Ivanov, realizing that he was threatened with such a thing, almost killed them. Then the Specialist Styopa helped to keep Ivanov, because he needed to interrogate them, and these big people just yelled: “Nayn Kazaken!”. Apparently, the "eagles" of the Book of their parrots specifically! And now it was not the fourth attempt on my life, but on the life of German paratroopers.

In the evening, we with Major, Tobukhin and the girls washed mine and their luck. Then the girls went for an apple pie, and I told the men a “modest” anecdote:

“An elderly general, like me, married a young one.” Well, in the first wedding night, he once and sleep. A young wife does not mind repeating, but he is not worth it. He tells the pullet that she will crush his "asleep" organ, and she let's try. The general fell asleep, and when he woke up, the girls sat beside him and said:

- My dear husband, nothing works. Even my hands already hurt ... I tried so hard and my hands hurt a lot ...

- What are you, so-dissatisfied, marry with sick hands!

From laughing healthy sip already windows rattled. And then the girls make a big cake - it smells so wonderful.And insidious Natasha, laughing, declares:

- Comrade General, we brought the cake, so our hands are not sick! But you, comrade general, do not need any massages! You are already a top class man!

We all laughed together - overheard, scoundrels. So the major was very pleased, he took my advice, having understood that we are fighting in a new way. There are so many Germans, and we have a dozen wounded in all. At the same time, he said that Mehlis had visited him, he was indignant that I did not listen to him at all, but only “send” ... Well, I gave out about my immorality, saying that the general has three young girls at once living with him. But here he had a “single shot” - none of the brave sailors condemned me, but exactly everyone envied me. Mehlis just spat out and left, completely indignant! So, comrade general, we just have legends about you. And how smart you are at war, and how you do it right away with three beautiful women ... And everyone reads your poems, and your phrases became just a legend of the front:

- No idiotic screams - we are all ready to die! Fascists should die for their demoniac Fuhrer to fertilize our poor Crimean land! And we will all help them in this matter! And we all have to live - after the war we will have a lot of work!

- And further! So that I would not hear stupid slogans, like these - “We will die and not miss the enemy!” So ​​if we all die, the fascists will go on! But let them try to die! We have enough land for all of us! True, not a hectare, as they promised the Fuhrer, two meters each! To each!

I fell asleep with wonderful pleasure - the girls again so sweetly leaped over me. Olya's skillful mouth deftly returned my “Fighter” to the battle post. And it was so sweet! But I realized that the term Puppeteer expires! And then a visual image of that old dawn — a half-open window, white tulle curtains shaken by the breeze, crumpled silk sheets and scattered pillows — came to mind as the body responded with its personal memories. Oddly enough, it remembered. Not all without details, but the overall impression was unequivocal: that night was not lived in vain. Now I was once again firmly convinced - I will have an heir!