And again, just incomprehensible. but a very vivid dream. It looks like another hello from our top-secret lab - my time is running out!

I stood on the edge of the abyss, but the abyss - and this is important - did not frighten me. But the space that opened before me was drunk and delighted. The air was clear, penetrated by golden sunshine and seemed to be painted in turquoise colors: bright blue and green. Under my feet lay a colossal caldera. The huge, vertical-walled crater was exactly of incredible depth. The opposite edge of the caldera was barely visible and, rather, just intuitively guessed than perceived by the eyes. Below, in the abyss, a white mist swirled around the bottom of the crater.

It's time to look around. It turns out that behind me lay the desert. The desert was everywhere it reached the eyes. Reddish crushed stone, low granite rocks of the color of dried blood. Dried river bed, ending in a crater, and ancient ruins of cyclopean structures. A collapsed bridge over a very large river that has disappeared, a half-collapsed fortress wall with a well-preserved gate tower on one side of a dry riverbed, and a complex, such enormous megalithic structure of unknown purpose on the other.

I woke up with a pounding heart. Oli was not around, she, quietly casting, was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. And, listening to her song, I remembered the song of my age and sang loudly:

Let the crows of doom speak,
And the horses trampled stubble,
Men were considered things
Mail, saddle and spear

Sveta’s beautiful legs were spanked on the floor — she immediately came running with a piece of paper and a pencil — to write it down. Especially all the girls liked the ending:

And a woman will be a woman.
A friend, and mother, and wife.
She puts and wakes,
And he will give wine to the road ...

And again all three cry - yes I do not say goodbye to you, my beauties. Today I am not going to headquarters — I am waiting for a call from the station. The same old foreman remembered - at the Simferopol station there is one warehouse where trophies were brought from the Finnish war. But something I was worried. I do not know why. He drank a little Polish “old woman” in the mood — this dark brown liquid was barely splashing at the very bottom of the glass. Well, a big cup of black, like an African night, and sweet, like a diabetic's blood, coffee. He smoked a cigarette and reached for the second one, but then the regimental tube, more precisely - the handset sang “sabers bald!”, And it started. We are going to Dzhankoy. And let Tolbukhin give orders - not everyone is his chief of staff. Let him know the taste of the bitter bread of command! And I decided to work on the principle:

“If you want it to be done well, do it yourself!”

Well, gives the foreman! It looks like he "zashugal" everyone at the station and I was given a Voroshilov saloon car - finishing with expensive wood, polished copper, a great compartment, here and a dining room and an office with a table for layout maps. Decorated with bronze inserts. Dark brown and silver-purple tones.Smooth, flowing, asymmetrical lines, undulating surfaces with stylized floral ornaments; elegance, reaching to pretentiousness, but not passing over the invisible border, beyond which the lack of taste begins. There is even a library. Salon with a large panoramic window, which served as a living room, dining room and office, and a bedroom with a spacious bed, a closet, a standard-sized round porthole and a door to the bathroom. The girls went with me and were delighted. It turned out we had a lettered train - four more cars were attached to the back, one was my guards, and three were under load.

And for sure - automatic, or more precisely - Suomi submachine guns, under the German cartridge 9 for 19 Parabellum, a convenient box magazine, but for 20 cartridges. We take! Mehlis will not stink that enemy weapons are a copy of our PCA. Or rather, PCA is a copy of Suomi. The train was traveling slowly, at about three o'clock, so we had a wonderful lunch - the station head allocated us a cook. But I blinked to Ivanov and he paid them well - no one owes anyone. But the women were very pleased - there is not much money. We allocated twenty fighters to the military registration and enlistment office — those recovering from the hospital and we loaded in a day. The fighters also came with us. They are all ready to fight.

On the way, I sang them an old song from my youth:

The summer evening, the warmest one, was with you and me.
The stars and the surf talked to us.
We left a dark evening is not faded light.
He hugged us by the shoulders and watched us go.

We went on pebbles from the heat of the water.

It was a pity, it was a pity, washed away the surf tracks!

And beyond the distance of the white cold somewhere, somewhere there,

Behind the glass of frosty lace, we will dream

The next day I went to the airfield, because they helped us so much. We drove by two cars - there were two lambs and two goats in one, goat's milk would be just right for wounded pilots. And lambs - in the dining room. I handed over to the commander of the regiment "Vis", he was very happy, here are three more "Walter", here are the documents of the downed German pilots, their flying helmets, very comfortable - the netting inside will not sweat. The financial department issued money to our anti-aircraft gunners for the downed aircraft. And you decide for yourself - here you even have the documents of an ace pilot. Everyone in the headquarters gasped - yes, this is the dashing lieutenant colonel Clemens von Schönborn-Wiesentheid himself! This is all for you, spend at home like a shot down.

Then I asked to call the doctor of the air regiment - these are not all gifts. A very pretty woman doctor of about thirty came in, judging by the views between her and the regimental commander - exactly his girlfriend. But good! Dark straight hair up to the shoulders, rich eyes, brown with green framing, like amber, tanning her wide eyes. A figure feast of sight, medium height and slender camp. Wide hips and even long legs

- Comrade medical officer, how are you with medicines?

“Comrade General, I respect you very much, I have heard a lot about you, but I cannot give you any medicines,” she stood at attention, pulling out her chest, on which the “For Military Merit” medal lay almost horizontally. As a joke, this medal was called "For sexual services." Why are you laughing, comrade general?

“I didn’t ask for it, but with presents,” Natasha proudly handed her a full bag. This is our gift to your shelf. You often rescued us. So now we will help you, as fighting brothers. You will not mind - the major and the medical officer laughed.

What a woman - she immediately cry. I thought that I came to take medicines from them, and I am such a wonderful gift. So a bottle of OS brandy was drunk right away. We ate well in the dining room. Then we walked along the airfield, and here in the corner stands the Pe-8, covered with a mask-net. What's the matter? So he sat down at night, the two engines went astray, miraculously flew. Here came the pilot and mechanic. I just hit them! Comrades warriors! On your plane you used four V-shaped 12-cylinder carbureted liquid-cooled engines AM-35A of 1200 liters each. with. each? So? They were definitely shocked!

- Comrade captain, your last name is Puep? Did you take Molotov to London? What have you gotten your eyes out? Or in your opinion, if before the wake, lieutenant general, so immediately an idiot? - they seem frightened. And then I surprised them again!

- I can give you two such engines. But with the condition? Do you agree? No, well, stay here until the second flood. But if you agree, you will still fly later and bomb ... Think!

Naturally, in half an hour they came up - they agree. And I just completely “finished them off” - do you need a unit of central pressurization ACN-1? You can M-103 or M-105. They are generally “precipitated”! This is what our eternal confusion means. Soon we drove to the station warehouses. Stepan opened the warehouse, and I showed the magician with a gesture - here are the aircraft engines. They just did not hit the dance, but they really wanted to. The mechanic did dance! New completely engine Yu, yes during the war. It remains only to reenergize! Moreover, they are made in peacetime - it means the highest quality.

We slept with Natasha in the saloon car - I still remembered. But it will be tomorrow. And now, first, I began to knead her buttocks and joke.

- It is important to determine how elastic they are. Moreover, it is necessary to check this properly, - and so, while sentencing, I continued to squeeze her ass, and then I started kissing her altogether. - Better yet, kiss them a little. Your hands do not always correctly determine the elasticity. So kiss and even lick. So lick ... and again like this ... - my tongue began to climb into the gap between the buttocks, and she bent her back more, sticking them out. It happened by itself, involuntarily, she had absolutely no control over herself. - And here's a little more lick. Without thinking at all, she spread her legs wider, and, diving between them, I sat on the floor facing her. Then I grabbed her hands on the buttocks, and, pressing the pubis against my face, I began to caress her between my legs with my tongue. Natasha moaned sweetly ...

Her knees began to buckle, and her head finally began to spin. She was already running out of juice, and, without stopping doing cunnilingus, I unzipped my pants. Sea member stood eagerly.

“And let's measure something else.” This, of course, has nothing to do with the style of your dress, but I would really like to know, and, rising, I began to try on her back. Now the main speaker was my dick. Natasha quietly sighed and she began to move a little towards me - the size came up! I finished in her greedy mouth. It was a complete delight of pleasure!

But in the morning I went back to the crew. Now I was greeted with a bang. But here is another interesting question:

- Comrade Molotov, you were in a bomb bay? He froze there like a tsutsik, at the same time he also crap and chew, right? And here's the answer - in the corner stands Catalina from the USA. The plane flew along the route Moscow - Simferopol. There is a mini-kitchen and a toilet. We work. And with the head. a warehouse, I will decide - a bundle of money and two bright gold circles of gold pieces, the more so all this is written off. But ... except the head. warehouse just give something away. And I told the crew that I had to pay from my general salary! My thought is wonderful. After all, then Manstein and there will be nothing to attack me! And here you are, good pilots, two heat fans, you just need to connect them. Where did I get them? I bought it there too! What does it mean to spend a lot? I do not feel sorry for our hero pilots! That's just a small request. Very simple ...

Three days later, the Pe-8 took off, reporting back to ADD headquarters - they were going to bomb Ploiesti. But at night they “strayed” and ampoules KS-1 and a container with napalm on a powerful train were emptied from 5 kilometers. D. node - Warsaw. As I promised them - well. The Warsaw knot was brightly lit and no one expected any other aircraft. They began to shoot at them when our bomber had already retired to a safe distance. But the anti-aircraft guns soon shut up - a branch of hell was raging below! The real!

In the morning I received a telegram "They sat down normally, the engines behaved perfectly."