PUTIN IS STALIN IN THE BODY

   - The orders of the commander during the war are not discussed and implemented... Or do I have you flogged?
   The fire-devil barefoot reluctantly hid in a close, hot tower:
   - The order of the commander during the war, when bullets whistle around! Filled with love and great price, sacred for Russian soldiers!
   Elizabeth smiled. Conflict was resolved, and soon wood, and they will reliably covered. Here a sharp-sighted Catherine suddenly shouted:
   - In front of a German tank!
   Now that's serious... And Elizabeth was frightened not so much of a tank battle, how much of what fascist cause on the radio the stormtroopers. However, it is hoped that for the sake of the lonely Soviet tank the Krauts won't fly.
   Although the German hid behind a haystack of old hay, Catherine was able to see it. It was a T-3, and in the latest modification with a barrel length of 60 EL. Same calibre of 50 millimetres, but the initial velocity of the projectile is much higher.
   T-3 in the previous modification could break at a distance of not more than 100 meters and it is not sure in the forehead. The Soviet thirty-four could theoretically reach a kilometer, but in practice from five hundred meters. But this time, the odds are almost even. And optics have Hitler's better.
   Despite the risk, Elena turned on her bare heel last transmission. Thirty-four roared even stronger, so they put their hands, and the tank shook. But now they are much harder to get into. The German stands still and waits for the Soviet car.
   By the fixed purpose to get easier, but when your car start to shake...
   Catherine comes down and through: to perform the Aurora bridge and make the first shot.
   The projectile explodes ten meters ahead of the German.
   Elizabeth: to perform strictly warns:
   - Be careful! We don't have many shells left!
   Catherine, casually nodding blond head meets:
   - It's just a gunshot!
   Barefoot Avrora mocking sang:
   - Tomorrow will be better than yesterday! Tomorrow will be better than yesterday! Hello the sun!
   Naked Catherine a little sound, but clearly said:
    Get off!
   The girl tried again to focus. German while he was still far away. Even unlikely that his armor is 50-mm punch gun ZIS-76 with a distance. The fascist didn't shoot yet, but caught a target. A small tower T-34 is a small goal. It distance difficult to get, especially when the tank on full speed rushes.
   Naked Catherine hesitated. Shoot now or then, coming closer. Thirty-four in motion shakes, and take the exact sight impossible. Need or stop, or come close enough, and even better close.
   Barefoot Elena says, clenching her fists:
   - The glory of the Motherland, the Holy!
   Naked Catherine finally decides and shoots. The projectile spits out of the barrel. The girl accompanies him with a mental convoy.
   Already closer, about one and a half meters from the German. Given that the sight of thirty-poorly visible, it is a good result. Naked Aurora, which popped out when the gun went off, loudly barked:
    Almost there!
   Catherine angrily muttered.:
   - A little bit doesn't count!
   The red devil muttered:
   - The Fuhrer will give in the face, will be killed somehow! We are now a little bit like a kooky little bit!
   Catherine eagerly pushed gorgeous leg:
   - If you can, shut up!
   Barefoot Aurora growled:
   - Bricks!
   And finally the Germans could not stand, shot... the Shell flew whistling dangerously close to the machine. But Fritz was not hit. What was he? Suspected that the crew are sitting in those beauties or fired automatically? T-3 has a commander's tower and good visibility. In forty first year this tank became the most mass. The Germans with it, has been a major success, capturing the territory in four of Germany's borders of 1937 and, in just five months.
   The tank showed insufficiency. Especially against KV. At the end of the forty-first year came with more barrel length, and hence the initial velocity of the projectile. German expects to hit the enemy, although thirty-four and problematic machine. Sometimes Russians manage to get from a long distance, and in motion. We need to SWAT the enemy like a fly.
   Naked Elizabeth realizing that the chance of getting there is always a whisper:
   - Lenin, party, Komsomol!
   Flashed a stray thought, not turn whether to God? But Komsomolskaya Pravda is not necessary to believe in God. Yes and at all if He there is, then why permits all of this? Would a caring Creator allow such lawlessness? And old age and death?
   Almost naked Elizabeth, perhaps, was more afraid of death to grow old and become ugly. How all this is not aesthetically pleasing. And indeed, if we assume that a person is mortal, for the sake of development and progress, then disfigure people with old age, somehow not with hands. Where is the aesthetics of the Creator? Is it like wrinkled and humped woman?
   Beautiful Elizabeth couldn't explain and came to the conclusion - God is an invention of the people! But in fact there is evolution. And maybe there will come a time when a person will develop to such a level that he will be able to raise the dead! And then those who died in the war will be reborn in the world of light communism!