longed childhood of immortal creations with a strength of demiurges. Melor gave hands towards to new the friend and the bend of color lightnings let out in him, Pyotr felt in himself inflow of forces. Directly magnificent culinary products with juicy aroma departed to a face of the former president of Ukraine. Poroshenko felt hungry, especially after a cruel, epic duel with Vladimir Klitschko. It was so close to victory over one of the strongest in a world history of boxing, the champion over heavy weight. But the victory departured, and having very felt hungry. Food at anions special, strongly looking like cotton candy: so gentle and literally melts in the mouth. Poroshenko the great conditioner and the fan allowed to eat owes a local cuisine. Original and fantastically various. Especially it was pleasant to the president Ukraine when to him cake in the form of the Kremlin flew up and prochirikat: - Eat me about the master! Well, how to refuse similar temptation? Especially in you there is no fat! You young and full of strength. And each dish is absolutely unique both on aroma, and to taste. This perfect and fantastic - at the same time. Soon however, Poroshenko felt full saturation, and with pleasure accepted the invitation, to go sightseeing in the megalopolis. After several saturated and fascinating bends on the garden city, Poroshenko noticed that his growth of a giant, began to decrease and the president of Ukraine whimsically began to yelclass="underline" - No! So will not go! I do not want to be a child! Stop my shrinking! As they it loved anions, chorus rang out: - Desire of the guest law! And almost instantly transferred to the building in a form reminding four merged squirrels with big, sparkling more brightly than diamonds to crests. There also fundamental and fantastic experiments were made. Petro Poroshenko underwent reconstruction procedure. It was put in the pool and brought microlaser beams - to put it briefly, made all that with Oleg Rybachenko. Never before the president-billionaire felt such strong. It seemed on a body ran lightnings. - Here devil I as battery. - Petro Poroshenko cried out. - Hyper plasma battery. - Melor drew a finger a circle and winked at the new companion. - An immortality symbol now you will not die a natural death, and as for wars, I the kid will acquaint you with our latest opening. Pyotr, whose growth still exceeded meter ninety, so it did not manage to pass into babyhood, became angry: - Kid? The genius anion unperturbably answered: - In comparison with me yes. You forgot how many to me years? - I sometimes, and forget the years - a sclerosis. - Poroshenko stretched the scarlet lips, his teeth became larger and reminded a tiger grin. - If you want to live fill fists. - Oh, what we are terrible. - Melor in a feigned fright, threw up the hands. Several liquid crystal robots developed extremities, translucent feelers entangled the president-billionaire. The eternal boy scientist winked at Pyotr: - Now try to tear rods. Poroshenko desperately tried to move. Robots rang out and stiffened. - Well, give twitch and further. - Melor pinned up Poroshenko. - Show force - the monster. The president-billionaire extremely strained. His muscles were blown up by hillocks. He reminded the weight-lifter under very heavy freight. However cybernetic mechanisms did not move. Melor skeptical twisted to himself lips: - That you cannot cope. Means until muscular strengthening was at the highest point. Poroshenko became puzzled: What does it mean? The scientist-boy willingly explained: - The structure of your body is updated, molecules of protein connect to a type of biohyper plasma. It is visible this process, and it long is far from end. Pyotr Alekseevich was surprised: - So I am weak? Melor giggled and, accurately placing accents, blurted out: - You are stronger, than by fifteen times earlier, seventeen and a half are more faithful. However it is not enough, usually force grows in two hundred times and bones become stronger. Poroshenko who in fight with Klitschko, though felt stronger, than usually but napropuskat a heap of blows, asked: - And lag reason? The boy genius, probably this time was not too sure: - It that you are the representative of other universe. I think, we still will be able to correct and strengthen you. - I too so think. The president-billionaire looked round. The room was extensive, chandeliers and antennas from above turned. The girl in a lilac dress flew over the arches, in her hands similarity of a magic wand flashed. And from a magic artifact ran hardly noticeable blue waves in air. Poroshenko was surprised: - And it who? Melor chilly answered: - Vinigera, and in hands at her a megaspatial tranklyuktator - the device changing properties of space and matter. At Poroshenko the researcher's animal wakened: - It it is interestingly possible to test it. - Frisiki release him. - Melor gave a sign. Robots shuddered, terrible extremities disappeared. - Here so check unknown earlier on durability is finished. It is necessary to look at something and to correct in the calculations. Poroshenko discontentedly muttered: - Certainly, it to you not to win easily. Melor as the true genius did not despond. - Nothing terrible, if that the power suit will help. And I will tell you, do not despond the newcomer. Give put on in a hyper suit. Poroshenko obediently dressed an impenetrable armor. Partners flew up and went to an exit. The megalopolis accepted them in greedy embraces again. The high and massive academician too was allocated against small anions and looked back at him, looking as at a wonder. The similar attention was very unpleasant, and Pyotr Alekseevich vzbugritsya. - If they think that they I from wax or plasticine let pay money, it is necessary to pay for viewing of the grandma. The last by the way at the president-billionaire just in blood. Melor made a sign. - If you want, we can become invisible. Poroshenko blurted out: - How? The young genius prochirikat: - Press elementary the button fifth on the right. . HEAD? 7 Obama was taken clever thoughts and expressions. Then it is already possible to direct numerous army of Bonaparte safely. The very first days everything went like clockwork. Well trained and numerous French troops, won effortlessly against Turks. Local population met Napoleonic regiments with triumph. In Romania already beaten Russians Ottomans had no significant forces, and Romanians welcomed Bonaparte. French went marches, and came across only small groups of Turks who were surely captivated and dispersed. Only having passed Danube Napoleon-Obama, at last, faced the first serious resistance. The Turkish fortress in Plevna managed to be prepared for attack reflection. In it the twenty-thousand case of Abdullah pasha receded. But Bonaparte-Barack did not begin to spend time for storm, and having left small cover continued the prompt movement to mountain passes. The former, American president quite logically judged that at him and so too big army which cannot be stopped. And it is necessary passes did not pour down to cross rains yet and to break to Constantinople. And beyond Danube French met almost exclusively benevolent arrangement to themselves locals. Turks ran, were given, resisted extremely poorly... Obama even had a thought that perhaps Napoleon considered the Ottoman Empire too as an easy mark, not worthy his genius and therefore refused a campaign to Istanbul. But he is not so proud Obama and will take an easy mark to become stronger when business reaches large. Also do not dare to call the prudent politician the deathbird! Both warriors of the telekeeper caught the pasha Udey, and outraged upon him much. The women forcing the man it is their style. Both maids inhuman quicker, can also run far more promptly than the most quick racers. In several small skirmishes of the beauty showed big bloodthirstiness. Finished even those who gave up in captivity. Napoleon-Obama even found in himself courage them slightly to lecture. But in general so far French were not even warmed. Marauding, especially from foreign regiments became a big problem. Obama first tried to act by means of arrangements. Did not help! Then there were first gallows. Former liberal education quickly descended from the black U.S. President, and he relied on force and a lyutost. And it quite was repaid. Not without reason speak - in each of us the cannibal sits! Obama in this occasion gave morals: - Cruelty cements the nation, softness immerses development in cement! Though morals and disputable, but it is necessary to tell effective! But it is necessary to tell, as Turks did not differ in mercy. Here, for example, the son of the prince Dolgorukov was influenced by it on all hundred. The fortified city of Rushchuk, the main strong point of Russia beyond Danube in 1811. Threat of invasion of Bonaparte forced to delay part of the Russian troops on the North and strongly weakened Kutuzov's army. It pushed the Vizier Othman-Bey, to attack Rushchuk and to try to break Russians in their only thing remained beyond Danube a strong point. Abner Dolgorukov is the madcap of years of thirteen, finished the father of the notable prince: to take itself in a campaign. He wanted to make some heroic act. In those time of teenagers, often took in campaigns, and nothing unusual in it was. Abner quickly accustomed among soldiers though he kept among them haughtily. But to the boy nevertheless not to occupy bravery. And when storm began, Abner, having ordered two to the boys servants to load the guns, and began to scorch to Turks. The boy not very well shot, but often and from time to time all the same got. Ottomans attacked by tradition under a drumbeat. Blows of heavy clubs in buffalo skin, looked like rain knock. Turks on the run recharged guns and disjointed fired. From distance Ottoman tools not too neatly scorched. The Russian gunners, having admitted the Turkish infantry is closer - lupanul a case-shot. From such short distance lead balls struck the Janissar and spag dead. Beat out in glade ranks from blood and bones. But Ottomans also did not think to stop. All of them climbed and climbed regardless of obstacles. Russians gave a hostile reception to Turks. And from above the lit pitch poured down. The last rendered - terrible effect. The Ottomans who got under a fiery skating rink ran back, many choked in a flame. Several Turkish banners fell in a summer grass. Abner shot, and his servants lackeys Vaska and Petka fast recharged guns. And here Vaska even of the boy naked heels, ran behind a keg with fraction. Kutuzov did not begin to pursue the running-away Turks. It has few troops to finish superior forces. Besides outside the powerful, strengthened fortress, it is possible to get to an environment. But the victory is all the same won. Turks lost eleven guns, and more than five thousand the killed. Kutuzov allowed Ottomans to take away wounded in the camp. Losses of Russians died and got wounds only about five hundred people. It seemed, the magnificent victory is won. And that perhaps the Body will be given for it an award. But the cunning one-eyed commander or already then decided to carry out dress rehearsal of delivery of Moscow and to entice Ottomans in traps. Or he was afraid that after all Othman-Pasha, having left Rushchuk in the back, will take and, having passed Danube, will move to Romania. And there will arrange punishment in Bucharest. In any case, Kutuzov made the decision to leave Rushchuk. Considering that it is the last Russian strengthened point beyond Danube, the others Kutuzov, being valid too little, handed over even earlier. But those delivery were compelled, so the Russian troops were threatened by an environment. And now a lot of things regarded the Body act as treachery. Abner treated it too as to Judas's act, and did not begin to leave fortress. The father is strongly busy and did not watch the son at all. Petka and Vaska only serf boys servants, and, certainly, submitted to the princely son. He ordered them to hide in the cellar, and itself remained there to wait leaving of the Russian troops. Together with them there was also a servant Akulina - the serf, and very nice domestic maid. The decision, it is necessary to tell, was spontaneous. But what you will take from the spoiled thirteen-year-old boy of the most ancient princely sort. There was a wish to show it that Kutuzov is the traitor and he can give to Turks! Boys zapershis in the cellar, conducted slow conversation and supped wine from a keg. Abner wanted to kill time that when Turks arrive at night to do diversionary sorties. Young soldiers did not notice how them exhausted, and they went to embraces of a deity of Hypnosis. Abner dreamed heroic: It appeared in the world where there is a decisive battle of Livonsky war. That which has to solve: to whom to govern over Grand Duchy of Lithuania. The voivode Shuysky can bring a crown to Ivan the Terrible that for a long time will change balance of forces of the Middle Ages. Abner's reflections were interrupted by sudden strengthening of cannonade, new shrieks of wounded. And also a rumble from a set of pipes... Akulina pulled the boy, for plechiko and said with delight: - Well, now the king of Poles, seemingly, beat. What now will be? Abner judiciously answered: - Also other part of the Polish army reached, at last, here! - The boy shook the rifle. - Our victory will be. Also added - Here you will see it at this life! Akulina maliciously prochirikat: - And if saw death of the enemy at this life, in another you will be granted a straight, sharp-sighted eye. Abner touched a sight of a fantastic snayperka and, is sure said: - Yes at me and now eyes not slanting! Again beaten Polish and overseas troops tried to put fairly thinned army trying to strike because of an ambush in order. And what several hours they each other destroyed, even dawn began to light up in the east, and the rain abated... Because of a dense grass cover of the road not too that razmokl... Vaska whispered to Abner: - Act the sniper... Move away the king, and there will be then oh-la-la! The boy from a princely sort peered at enemy ranks. Meanwhile the boy servant, jumped up to him and showed absolutely still a brand new silver coin: - Here you see a profile... And the king of Poland proud, he will be with magnificent suite and will take the place... Above I think. Abner carefully peered, looked for the purpose as again guns roared and violent shouts were heard, on ranks and mercenaries and Poles the surf of human nervousness rushed waves. Petka, having risen from branches as if without being afraid any more that he will be noticed, exclaimed: - So it is already, seemingly, Pyotr Shuysky struck! At last will be more serious, than was. Akulina outright took offense: - And you want to tell as if before it was frivolous? You see, a half of overseas army is disabled! - And soon and the friend a half will fly away in a casemate of archangels! - Abner declared. Battle already began, the Russian guns thrashed on Poles, and troops in particular Sagittariuses orderly drew in opponents. And in a camp of the Polish king, there was a serious sensation. Malchishka-popadanets saw magnificent suite on a small eminence. Probably, among them and the king. Here only distance very big not to make out, even its sharp more abruptly eagle sight of a profile... Though, there is a captured German field-glass. Abner got it... Increase is twelvefold... Normally, though, of course, it is difficult to pick up sharpness at such distance. Though well slightly it is possible... Sight of the princely son Abner was excellent earlier, and after movement and rest from books and lessons of calligraphy, it became cool at all. Only a distance of course, almost limit for hit from a snayperka. Kind two kilometers though the leap rifle also has to take... Well, even if at exact hit in a face. The profile was similar at one of large grandees... But Abner doubted, was, molodovaty, some. Sigismund was, it seems on stories is more senior... But other purposes were not... The boy grandee crossed and tried as it at him already was to behold a power sketch of space earlier... Breathing more quietly, through a mouth, absorb wonderful air... The finger presses soft descent, couple of seconds will reach a gift so far, seem to Abner eternity... Fie... one of grandees falls, lifting up, boots with spurs up. And the boy-knyazhich rugnutsya under a nose: - There is a razzyava! No, it that, of course, got, but not in that whom aimed. It is necessary to recharge quicker and again to scorch... The Tatars serving as the Russian shower the opponent with arrows, and depart. From the Crimean mercenaries they are distinguished by the red tapes br