Автор : Рыбаченко Олег Павлович
Название книги: Trump is the savior of mankind
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  Tamp is the savior of mankind

   ANNOTATION

   On the planet Earth, the elves invade and occupy it. President Donald Trump becomes a jester in the harem of the goddess. But fate gives him a chance to get closer to Almighty.

   . PROLOGUE

   Planet Earth, like a crystal, blue ball smoothly runs in orbit. She looks so helpless and touching. A representative of the race of elves, richly dressed Bernard Jed, pointed the arrow of the monitor on the image of the human cradle.

   Thinly propilikal:

   - This is a new world where unhappy, humiliated creatures live! Our task is to take them under the protection!

   The girl so similar to the earth, only with pointed ears characteristic for the elven race, in rich clothes and with earrings in her ears, rang out in a thin voice:

   "People are ruining each other." This is their greatest tragedy. We should make them happy with our patronage.

   A brooch from an unknown metal, elves flashed on the hair, representatives of the ancient cosmic civilization. Bright pebbles shone in the brooch. Dominated silver and blue, which was a symbol of a light elf from the population of Luciferstan.

   Another girl with brooches adorned with scarlet, like rubies, only with even more beautiful and bright stones - the sign of the dark elf noticed:

   - Such aggressive races rarely voluntarily go under the protection. They usually have to force this force.

   The third girl is also beautiful, like the others, but with hair in the form of petals of flowers, and a brooch with bright green metal - the forest elf said:

   "We won more powerful in technological, and especially magically, race than earthlings. And if they give up the help they have extended, then we will simply conquer them!

   And three girls in the rank of marshal chorused their hands up!

   Bernard Zhed, elf magister, more like a face with magnificent hair on a girl, and different from the girls only figure and costume, tender voice said:

   - We will try to talk with people as much as possible responsibly and humanely. But in case of failure, for the sake of the good of mankind, violence is applicable:

   Three elves chorused:

   "Come with us Magoplasma!"

   After that, the first one threw up a light-colored elf's shining blue color:

   - Marshal Angel is ready in the quasar!

   The second raised her hand, a dark elf shining with scarlet color:

   "Marshal Beson is ready in the pulsar!"

   The third raised her hand, an elven tree shining with emerald color:

   - Marshal Chaschev is ready in the photon!

   For a moment the hall was lit by a bright flash. And there was an image of a woman of fairy beauty, in gold armor, not hiding, but only emphasizing its charms. Armor over were painted: stones sparkling brighter and more beautiful than earthly jewels, different colors, which can not find an analogue on earth, and amazes with its richest range. Hair written beauty glittered with all the colors of the rainbow, and seven brooches, struck

   elegance and subtlety of work.

   The girl appeared impressed with the marvelous perfection of her unique beauty.

   Standing in the ranks of the elves and elfiks, they shook the muggers and exclaimed in chorus:

   - Greetings to you the Goddess Affa!

   The deity with a radiant smile on his face answered loudly:

   - I am also glad to welcome my people! Your army, I hope, is ready for the next conquest?

   Elves and elf in chorus answered:

   - With us Hypermagoplasma, and the strength of our ancestors!

   Affa answered stiffly:

   "So subdue this sublunary world!"

   . CHAPTER? 1

   The appearance behind the orbit of Pluto of drop-shaped starships, became the biggest news on planet Earth. Astrophysicist Sergei Leonov first saw the canopy constructed in strict geometric form the ships of the elves.

   Sergei did not know yet that they were brothers in reason, but he was so impressed that he overturned a glass of tomato juice. Then he rushed headlong into the bathroom. There bald head bashfully rammed a mirror. From above sprinkled expensive costume jewelry and a large bank of expensive French in spirit, shmyaknulas, professorial bald head. On the spilled spilled spirit, mixing blood with perfume. How the stung astrophysicist howled.

   The professor's wife came running from the kitchen with a rolling pin and warmed her unlucky peasant over the long-suffering head. The lady yelled:

   "How dare you, smash my spirits a beast ..."

  The professor was startled in fright:

   - I have seen...

   The woman fucked again on the broken bald head and panted:

   "You did not see anything!" Pull yourself out, blindfolding the zenks! What you created deserves a guillotine!

   The professor groaned heavily:

   "I need to call the institute ... It's a sensation!"

   - That's when the light for non-payment will be turned off, you will have a sensation! "Your wife threatened." But graciously allowed to go to the old telephone and dial the number.

   After that, though Sergei suffered, but immediately turned out to be a worldwide celebrity.

   Now the news of rapidly approaching subjects a few kilometers in diameter each became a sensation. The whole planet literally zaburlila.

   The situation in the world was extremely tense. Wars raged. The Russian army fought in Syria, Iraq and Afghanistan, and also in the North Caucasus, not wishing to fade the Middle East. The Americans temporarily withdrew their troops and stopped interfering in the situation around the world. So now it was Russia that began to fight in many hot regions.

   Defense spending in Russia has grown proportionately, while the United States has been engaged in domestic affairs and the economy, in fact, not using weapons abroad.

   Economic difficulties created the growth of Islamism in the North Caucasus, and further burdened the economy with defense spending. Although it seems easier to live without the US, but playing the role of a world policeman is a big burden. In addition, the Russian president was seriously ill, and without him everything went wrong.

   The second term of Trump was coming to an end, the US economy was on a big rise, the newest technologies were developing. There was talk of a third term, but this was still talk. Russia has significantly increased its influence in the world, as well as the strength and combat potential of the army, but it cost a lot to the people - all have tightened their belts and taxes have grown.

   Nevertheless, a settlement with nuclear missiles was established on the Moon, which became a symbol of the prestige of the great state.

   But in America there was growing discontent with passive foreign policy, especially in the circles of the elite. Although the United States, having transferred the role of the world police Russia, only benefited, including in terms of security, and the Muslims simply ceased to be allowed into their territory.

   But the great empire also wanted everyone to bend and build. So it is with all the powers.

   But while the world remains with its problems ... And here the aliens are brothers in reason! Wow!

   In the human cities, mass jubilation began. At last the century-old dream of mankind has come true: a meeting with a reasonable form of life. How else? After all, they are brothers in reason, and the older ones, since they managed to reach the Earth. Maybe they can put things in order on this long-suffering planet? Or to give people something new and beautiful?

   In any case, the faith in the aliens is strong. In Russia, which became a hegemonic country, the Security Council met. The President sat with difficulty in his chair, twisting his head. Secretary of the Security Council Marshal Vasily Ovcharov spoke.

   He spoke slightly hysterically, as if barking:

   "We must immediately conduct all military measures and be ready to destroy the enemy with one stroke of nuclear weapons!"

   The Minister of Defense, Tatyana Markova, was more cautious:

   - Since the aliens managed to reach us, having overcome unimaginable distances, their science stands much higher than the terrestrial one. And taking up war with them, we can render as savages, that the T-110 tank attacks with stone axes.

   This statement aroused the approval of the president, who raised his head and looked at everyone with a tired look. There was an outwardly weak, but menacing voice for the whole world, shifting at once armada of tanks, airplanes, ships and precision missiles capable of reaching anywhere on the globe.

   "Brothers came to us in reason." They should organize a worthy meeting, regardless of their intentions. And just in case, prepare a nuclear arsenal for use.

   Prime Minister Shchukin promised:

   "Mr. President, we will do everything right." Let us have little time. While we try to go out with the aliens to communicate.

   President slowly with difficulty, pronouncing the words, said:

   - And no provocations. Even if the aliens came with an evil purpose, we should not open fire first!

   It's hard when you're getting old. The last months of the term are already expiring, and you have not yet decided on the successor.

   And now they came from the sky ... Maybe it was interesting to ask the aliens for an elixir of eternal youth, something that will help to return the years. And not so immediately rush into the bloody slaughterhouse with a technologically superior enemy.

   Starships of the elven fleet quickly reached the target, and were suspended in the orbit of the planet Earth at an altitude of ten thousand kilometers, which now became visible to the naked eye. Three hundred and thirty-three spaceships, The impressive sizes are located along the surface. They looked like droplets, or blue whales, streamlined shape, nimble and nimble despite the size.

   Starships elves moved, as if devoid of inertia, then disappeared, then the opposite arose in the sky. They made a strong impression on the air defense service. The Russian military was extremely nervous. They encountered something inexplicable, and all the inexplicable scares, even the hardened warriors. It's one thing to have an acquaintance and, even more so, a previously battered enemy, and another thing is with someone you do not know, but who does not show great strength.

   But while the elves behaved peacefully. The Russian president delivered a short message to the nation and planet Earth, if already the chief police officer of Russia, and Trump demonstratively ignores.

   Speaking the leader of Russia, he called for calm, and announced that the aliens were waiting for the most cordial reception. That the planet Earth and Russia personally is open to contact with someone else's mind, and in fact it's a joyful occasion to learn that people are not alone in the universe.

   Suddenly, the president's speech was interrupted and a face appeared very similar to a cute girl with a brooch in lush, sparkling hair, and shoulder straps.

   A pleasant, sonorous voice rang on all the ethers:

   "I'm glad that you earthmen prepared for a warm welcome." We are a great cosmic empire Luciferstan is also very fond of you people and offer our patronage. You will be well under our management. We will end with old age and disease, with hunger and wars!

   The president of Russia immediately became animated. He raised his head and asked hopefully:

   "Can you rejuvenate the old man?"

   Similar to a girl with precious shoulder straps, the subject nodded:

   - Of course! Our power allows even this! Become our subjects and you will receive eternal youth!

   The president of Russia hesitated. The prospect of rejuvenation is very tempting when you are already over seventy and you are exhausted by the long-term management of the country. And how many problems. And in Africa, the Russians are fighting in Afghanistan and Central Asia. There is no famine in the country, but the products are very expensive, and most of the economy works for the military sector. The people are growing dissatisfied that Russia has undertaken a difficult mission - a world policeman. And this is a colossal expenditure, for all these peacekeeping operations, and assistance to different countries.

   Yes, of course in the future it will pay off, and Russia will harvest the harvest from the established in different countries puppet regimes. But it's all in the future, but for now it's up to you to make huge investments yourself. One Syria cost tens of billions of dollars, and the Mujahideen all continue the war there. And from the fact that the US left Iraq, it only got worse. And after the Americans left Afghanistan, Russia was forced to come there. And again, wars, expenses, zinc coffins. Trump gave Russia the banner of the world gendarme, but by that he suffered a heavy burden.

   And at that moment the marshal Angel of the Angel gave the order:

   - Carry out an operation and neutralize the Russian missile base on the Moon.

   The detachment, under the command of the warrior Velimara, moved in the surface. Elves, more numerous (they are twelve times more than males) pronounced the techno magic spell, turning into a kind of Centaurs, only on caterpillars, and straight on to the vacuum rushed to the moon. Each girl and boy was surrounded by a cloak of invisibility, making it invisible to radar. Elves landed, near the base. Together with them there were two bear-druids.

   The seizure team synchronously pronounced the spell, and the armored fence around the base turned into beautiful, bright-winged butterflies that scattered in all directions. Butterflies were especially capable of flying in a vacuum. At the same time they paled and dissolved like sugar in space.

   And the elves attacked the Russian soldiers, who defended the base. They just kissed. They did not see the approaching beauties, they simply stopped and turned into bushes of lush flowers.

   And these plants woke up in a vacuum, dope with a honey smell.

   Lieutenant-General Goremykin, commander of the base, managed to run out. Right before him a beautiful elf appeared. A girl of perfect beauty, in boots on caterpillars she smiled at the general and said:

   - You're so old ... Do you want to become a young daffodil, and grow in a moonlit greenhouse?

   General Goremykin replied with anger in his voice:

   - That's it! You flew to conquer Russia, but that will not happen! We will not submit to dictate ... Our missiles are already flying towards you!

   The elf chuckled as she answered:

   "Can chocolate ice cream be dangerous?" Relax the boy and do not be afraid ... My sweet flower ...

   From the palm of the hand, the elf shone with radiation, and Goremykin was directly covered with leaves, and diminished in size, turning into a beautiful flower. Similar to the daffodil, but only on each leaf had its own unique pattern.

   The girl-elf answered with a laugh:

   "However, there is a lot of anger in this man." I lived for a thousand years, but I have not seen so much!

   Marshal Angela gladly informed, the great master Bernard Jeru, with his playful voice:

  - Mission accomplished! The moon is rendered harmless!

   The president of Russia meanwhile asked the leader:

   "You are so young ... Are you in charge here?"

   Bernard answered with a radiant smile:

   - I realize the general command - like a man! But I have three girls-zama!

   The President remarked with surprise:

   - You are so alike ... Sorry, you have your own customs, and we should not stick to them ...

   Bernard released a ring of smoke from his nostrils, which, flying, turned into a diamond necklace, and insinuatingly said:

   - Magic will give everything ... As our servants, you will live in luxury, as you never dreamed of!

   The president choked and coughed and asked:

   "As servants?" I thought it was about equal partnership!

   Then Beson answered sternly, the sparkling of the ruby brooch on her head became much brighter:

   - You are still backward savages, to talk about equal cooperation. The magic on your planet is only in its infancy. You only know how to do it, it's an eerie nuclear weapon, which we just turned into a beautiful ice cream. Many of your individuals are so aggressive that they deserve to be born only in a greenhouse in the greenhouse.

   The president flared with anger and said harshly:

   - No! We do not accept your offer. Please leave our planet as soon as possible!

   Bernard answered calmly:

   "If we come, then we will not leave." And you aggressive primates will be civilized, to a safe level!

   Marshal Ovcharov roared:

   "I said they were aggressors!" To strike them immediately with nuclear weapons!

   The President, trying to keep calm, said:

   - Will you leave our world, leave the Earth alone?

   Bernard and three elf choruses answered:

   - No, it's a cactus! This is already our territory!

   The President said with apparent calm:

   "Then blame yourself!" I command - sweep aliens from our planet!

   Hundreds of nuclear missiles started from the hangars, and rushed to the starships of the elves. They resembled a swarm of ferocious insects carrying thermonuclear charges. But the flattering elves released tiny oak leaves. And these leaves rushed, flashing light to the rockets. As they did not try to rotate and move in orbit, each leaf reached its goal. And the rockets began to decrease, turning into tiny acorns that hung on the leaves. Then, lined up in a line, and right in the vacuum blossomed a grove. It was magical and hung right in the void, demonstrating that miracles happen.

   And the invasion began on the ground. The first to fight were druids-bears. These creatures were first two meters high. But as we approached the planet, we grew up, turning into Everest. And these bears raised their paws, and scattered trying to attack them helicopters or combat ground-attack planes. The missiles tore in the attack planes, practically without harming them. And bears vigorously, like waving their propellers with paddles, and crushing everyone in a row. When buildings fell under their paws, the druid bears crunched them, crushed them into accordions.

   Demonstrated their power ... But the attack went and elfi. Forest girls turned into centaurs and threw magic disks turning tanks into something very beautiful. And the shells did not cause beauties harm, turning into cakes with cream.

   Where there were elfies, groves with wonderful flowers blossomed. Soldiers of all armies of the world turned into beautiful plants. And the more anger in a person, the more vivid and colorful his petals appeared.

   Light butterflies raced on butterflies. Russian fighters fired missiles at them, but any weapon is powerless against magic. Deadly charges turned sweets and candies with bright wrappers. They were spinning in the air.

   Bears-druids after casting a magic spell got rackets, and moved each other planes and helicopters, playing in this way.

   Dark elves forced the soldiers to stone ... Light ones made of weapons, which is delicious and mouth-watering. For example, swinging fins, the fish dived. And the huge modern Russian battleship "Nicholas II", turned into a layered cake. Which looked very appetizing.

   Cake length of three hundred meters swam to the bear-druid, who started it with excitement to devour. At the same time, smacking, so that the cream drained over the wool. And people turned into a biscuit, raisins, pistachios, were digested in the stomach of a terrible magical beast.

   Yes, the battles were impressive, especially when the butterflies were forced to blossom, into the petals of the skyscrapers. Policemen, soldiers, and generally men treated innocuous plants. Special flatter magic knocked out completely all sorts of ardor. And made me smell like the maki of brave warriors.

  But children, too, especially those who were naughty and evil, became either plants. Or, under the influence of dark elves, they turned into large precious stones.

   Where the school team played rugby, there was a whole scattering of magic-created jewels. It is very pleasant to watch and admire such things. But it was created with living people, who were turned into crystals. And this must be admitted to the extreme cruel. But at least they do not suffer.

   The airplane with a magic jet turns into a butterfly. And the passengers flying in it, also became beautiful insects, flying across the sky. Some of them still retained the remnants of the mind, and enjoyed the vaporization and contrast of temperatures in the stratosphere. How it all looked chic.

   Butterflies, and on each wing they have their own drawing. And this picture changes, as memories flash, about the old human life. Druids-bears release magical fire from the mouth, which generates

   Marvelous transformations. And much is changing before our eyes. Attempt to use tactical nuclear weapons, lead to the fact that there are new lush and fragrant chocolates. And numerous elves break off pieces from them.

   One of them took a fair-haired boy in his arms and gave him a piece of chocolates, perched:

   - You will be my slave ... I will keep your personality, not turning into an insect, plant or jewelry.

   The elf-general nodded in agreement.

   "Some of the primates will need to be kept as intelligent servants." But all those who have aggression in their souls, and malice should be rendered harmless! We can not tolerate an uprising against us.

   The Elf said confidently:

   - This boy is very kind. Let him be my slave! I will take care of him as my son!

   The general warned the light elf:

   - Earthlings are essentially savages. Do not spoil them. And slaves even more so. They should be punished severely!

   The elf nodded a magic wave in the sniper and noticed:

   "But animals need our care." Man is quite a complex animal, and you need to handle it with the appropriate tact.

   The general smiled and replied:

   "We will make people happy!"

   Fortunately, the penning process turned out to be very specific. Elves transformed all aggressive individuals into something valuable. They themselves did not bear losses. Any weapon, and first of all small, turned against the elves and the elf powerless. Each warrior was surrounded by protective magic, which turned shells and bullets into something innocuous, and maximum able to smear.

   A magical civilization that conquered several galaxies showed superiority over a purely technological one. Special magic was recharged in generators working on the process of merging quarks and preons. And she warmed up to colossal values. Huge sectors covered the waves, turning everything connected with the war and aggression to dust. Some cities were dropped by selective bombs. And all the evil, or just carrying in themselves at least some aggression people turned to plants from forest elves, jewelry from dark, and beautiful insects from the light. Many transformations took place.

   Elves attacked both New York and Washington.

   The Americans tried to resist. The newest tanks Gladiator, the beauty and pride of the Western tank building, turned into chocolates or honey cakes. It became extremely funny. Elfs during the battle, they ate with tanks, while they themselves drank fuel or napalm. They laughed gaily at the same time.

   Marshal Chaschev peered into a special tray. A pineapple sprinkled with diamonds rolled around it, and the projection of the whole of New York was shown. Trump hid in one of the deep bunkers and tried to lead the US Army.

   The leader of America, despite his considerable age, looked young, fit, and vigorously waved his arms, every word accompanied by a strong mat.

   And how here not to be angry. The enemy walked like locusts through American cities, and literally rebuilt all the buildings and skyscrapers into a pretentious elven mode. More than ninety percent of the population was transformed into something not living, or inanimate, or at best a plant, an insect. And the army dissolved in magic and completely at all.

   She became so, not alive, as if prepared for a children's feast. And this emerged a kingdom where there was no longer a person and his personality as such. People were deprived of their combat unit, and ceased to be people, for man is characterized by an admixture of aggression and anger. This is its property.

   Trump, who raised the US economy to an unthinkable height, ousted China economically from Africa and achieved hegemony in Latin America, now faced a clear challenge to the Yankees' dream.

   Here the Statue of Liberty rose into the air, and turned into a naked girl, with a lush breasts and a trident in her hands. Such a beauty turned out, with a weapon. And in the other hand the torch flared, and the statue began to dance.

   And buildings-skyscrapers from time to time

  And skyscraper buildings jumped from time to time. They have now become themselves are not similar, having acquired unique elf forms - of which not the same one.

   Trump shouted at the five-star General Shvartskof:

   - Where is our nuclear potential?

   Stammering, the general replied:

   - I do not know Mr. President ...

   Trump growled.

   "What do you mean, I do not know!" You are the head of the general staff and you must know the location of any part of us. And you do not even know that, and that!

   The General sighed heavily and answered:

   "But Mr. President, the connection has been broken." Cell phones on the eyes turn into ice cream.

   The US President took a pistol from his pocket. And literally snapped: instead of weapons, he had in his hand a pack of expensive cookies. But Trump did not become angry, and grinning, he unzipped a bright wrapper with the image of toon. They looked like wonderful elves, and when the president began to tear the wrapper, they squeaked:

   - Be careful! Wild creatures should not be aggressive!

   Trump grinned and remarked:

   - Aggression like air, sometimes it shows through, but in the absence it is impossible to breathe!

   The cartoon elf on the wrapper amusedly screwed up her eyes, replied:

   -The war is like a game of crimped cards, only the winnings are always sprinkled with tears!

   Trump smiled sincerely and replied to the cartoon:

   - In a card game, fraud is immoral and punishable, morally and rewardfully in the war!

   A cartoon elf gave out:

   - Do not sit on the stalk, do not eat pie!

   The US President broke off a piece of waffle and said:

   - And that's just eat!

   After chewing and swallowing, Trump said with satisfaction:

   - Tasty though! The taste is exotic, but pleasant. Not bad prepare elves!

   The general timidly gave his voice:

   - You see, Mr. President, we are faced with something unprecedented and unheard of. With that, for the first time.

   Trump said judiciously:

   - Everything in our life happens for the first time, including birth. But then we get used to and win.

   Schwarzkof said arrogantly:

   - Can you, the great genius of the economy, suggest how we can cope with such an affliction?

   Trump began to reason in his ears:

   - Guns are exterminated by guns, planes by air or air defense, tanks by tanks or mines ... Magic is needed against magic ... Then the billionaire stopped and made a calculation added. "But if we do not have magic, then another asymmetric answer is required."

   The general was curious:

   "What kind of asymmetric answer can there be for magic?"

   The President of America replied:

   - The church at all times, in any case, in the Middle Ages struggled with sorcerers. Let it and serve in the struggle with the elven demons!

   . CHAPTER? 2.

   A deep bunker, with many already extinct or blooming, like flowers monitors.

   On the walls in gilded frames hang portraits of outstanding Russian and Soviet generals. They painted beautiful artists with oil. Here and Kutuzov, and Suvorov, Brusilov, Zhukov, Vasilevsky, Frunze, Dmitry Donskoy and others ...

   And their faces are gloomy, for the first time Motherland is experiencing such cruel trials.

   The Russian president, too, was not in the best of conditions. He faced a challenge against which atomic tanks and invisible aircraft with nuclear warheads are powerless. There is a completely different technical and magical level. And it's hard to oppose anything. The more difficult it is to concentrate. The head is cracking, the energy is at zero. It seems that everything is ready to regain his youth, even become a servant of the elves, and then arrange an uprising.

   True, he never liked the revolutions of the Maidans. For example, he did not try to scorch the Baltic region by raising the Russian-speaking population to fight. Even in the Donbass, rebels with tricolor flags, he met cool. Rather, they helped them in spite of, than by his monarch's will. Then, together with Trump solved this problem, despite the fact that the possibilities to expand the riot were.

   But I did not want to include in the composition of Russia the rebels, who could and the future rebel against the Kremlin order. They agreed on a federal compromise and this calmed down. Indeed, the country is burdened by the burden of military spending the very place for rebellion. The people, of course, by themselves will not go to the insurrection. We need organizations that will push it to it. And in the Donbas, there are already such structures, and who will give a guarantee that they, having become accustomed to leftism, will be loyal.

   But the army was strengthened and aircraft carriers were built.

  Only it is unclear how to cope with the magical power that draws shells into candy? It is beyond the rational world. Here you do not know how to approach the space aliens. Can it really be better to give up than to be on a pot? Rational way to save your life, and there it will be seen!

   The Russian president made a request to the center of communication with the petition to send an appeal to aliens. In response, the camera showed how the Ostankino TV tower turned into a huge and magnificent culinary product. It looked brightly colored and very appetizing, but completely useless for information transfer.

   Both the cell phone and the media in the presidential bunker blossomed like shrubs or turned into ice cream. And bodyguards turned to jewelry. The elves asked beautiful transformations without exception - they were aesthetes, but it did not get any easier on the soul. Rather, even on the contrary: this killing beauty oppresses. And especially the feeling of own helplessness. Here you are holding not a cell phone, but a buffet with flowers. And each petal shows a special movie, something that is individual. The pictures show what is happening with the planet. As it is transformed, it becomes glamorous. It becomes beautiful and terrible, in its splendor.

   And the Kremlin towers change their shape, and the domes of churches and cathedrals. Although they vary somewhat slower than other buildings, and to a greater extent retain their previous forms. But the magic of the oldest elven people is very strong. It exceeds the power of earthlings and different religions like an atomic bomb with a quiver and arrows. The elves are billions, they flew into space when people were still running around with stone axes, or even earlier, when the monkeys had not yet taken the sticks.

   Counting many millions of years, the civilization of elves brought to perfection technological magic. Elves appeared on the ground in primitive communal times, and they were revered as gods. Especially often they liked to visit Ancient Greece, having generated a lot of various legends and myths. However, who on earth did not know the elves before their invasion?

   But they decided to take mankind under their control.

   The man was developing too fast. Who will give a guarantee that Russia will not master the thermo-quark and thermopreon synthesis will not go into the galactic expanses.

   If still delay, then it will be more difficult to cope with rapidly growing humanity. In this case, who will guarantee that aggressive primates do not quell the civilization that has occurred from bipedal cats?

   And the elves did not accidentally decide to please the Earth. Behind it stood just animal fear!

   But now the panic has swept the Russian president - the elves are already flying around the Kremlin and they have nothing to oppose. Like monsters broke through the lid of hell and found themselves in the cauldron ... not monsters, but the people themselves, which they brewed.

   What is possible for Jupiter, then the bull is not allowed. Some elves during the battle openly engaged in love with each other. It is certainly beautiful and attractive. But it's pretentious ... The soil itself changed from the effects of erotic fluids. And on the asphalt grew majestic plants, which were not equal on earth, in brightness and splendor. Then new representatives of flora and fauna appeared. Moved walking trees, showing tremendous power. They, however, no longer met resistance, so practically all the combat potential of Russia went through transformations.

   But the huge trees were besieged by churches and cathedrals that were still not affected by the techno-magic. Here the father does not want to turn into a bushes, he crosses himself. And a huge tree, quite aesthetically, slammed the priest with a fist. Well, what will you take from the barbarians endowed with quasi-divine omnipotence. It is necessary to fight the enemy, but numerous trees, with various animals that have landed from starships, are like a demonic invasion. Only priests and mullahs are able to resist the magical transformation. And then not all of them, but only true and profoundly believers.

   But such, kill monsters, in more simple ways. Moreover, any weapon has already turned into culinary products.

   The president of Russia wanted to call himself a priest, but ... All communications have already experienced magical transformations. And anything, to counter it, it became impossible.

   The President was not a deeply religious person. Rather, even he attributed himself to atheists, but never admitted publicly, demonstrating the external reverence of religion. However, I never considered it necessary to resort to the help of a priest when it came to personal matters. But just as she saw it, she received a gift of vision (maybe from glamorous aliens), it was the church that was most resistant to the demonic influence of the elves' magic.

   Now religion has shown its vitality. But very unequal forces. Humanity is so young, against the background of elves, traveling in prehistoric times through galaxies.

   Here flattering elf-marshal of the thicket slipped through the barriers into the underground Kremlin bunker located at a depth of five hundred meters.

  Turned out to be the president. He reflexively snatched the pistol ... And he felt just how the ice cream flowed between his fingers, with what looks like chocolate, only with an even more fragrant and probably sweet. Even the skin you feel the sugary taste of the ice cream into which this pistol turned.

   The president, keeping a semblance of calm, which cost him a lot of effort (he wanted to hush in with hysteria and proceed with curses!), Asked the elf-marshal:

   - Why are you doing it?

   The forest elf asked innocently in the president:

   - Is it that we are doing badly?

   The head of state, with a heavy sigh, replied:

   "You are destroying the planet!"

   The thicket laughed and noticed:

   - We do not destroy, but decorate the planet! It blossoms literally before our very eyes! It's only you people who ruined your planet! You turned the Earth into a giant garbage dump. The Marshal Elf spoke more and more emotionally. "We made a beautiful garden out of it." All the evil and cruel people have become something beautiful. And you, because you are a local king given the opportunity to turn to something beautiful. And the choice is given.

   The thicket smiled broadly, its teeth sparkled brighter than large pearls. - I can, as a forest elf, turn you into a plant or an insect. But if you want to become a jewel, I will turn to Besone, and she from you by choice will make a necklace, earring, ring, or brooch of expensive stones.

   The forest elf mocked mockingly:

   "As you can see, you have a real choice, unlike your subjects, which you have disaccustomed to elect with your authoritarianism."

   The president felt a surge of energy and replied angrily:

   - I did not teach anyone to choose. The last election of the head of state passed according to the most democratic law in the world, and more than thirty people competed with many. And the fact that I won is the result of the merits of the entire Russian people under my leadership!

   The forest elf frowned, and also angrily, replied:

   - Self-confident type ... I'll turn you into a cactus ... Such a beautiful one with flowers.

   A girl with petals instead of hair, and sharpened ears, raised, it was, a hand to release a magical impulse, when suddenly flared.

   All the premises of the pretentious luxurious presidential bunker were flooded with dazzling colors, and even portraits of Russian commanders in gilded frames blossomed.

   A woman appeared, more beautiful than one can imagine. Everything in her sparkled, aggressive perfection. Such, seeing once you will remember forever ... A month under the scythe glitters, and on the forehead the star burns.

   The elf-marshal fell to his knees, exclaiming:

   "I'm listening to the Goddess!"

   Affa raised her proud head even higher and said:

   - You see, I have perfectly coped with the operation on the ennobling of the Earth. Mankind has almost rid itself of its craving for violence and bloody vices.

   The thicket bowed, and answered:

   - Almost ... But it will be soon! Aggressive individuals turn to the beautiful, kind and obedient to maintain their identity!

   The goddess turned her eyes to the Russian president:

   "I see in difficulty what choice I make for myself ..."

   The head of the almost destroyed state replied:

   - I do not care ... Radish radish is not sweeter!

   Affa affectionately said:

   - But I do not care. Given your outstanding mind, I turn you into a precious cup!

   The president of the mouth did not have time to reveal how four lightnings struck him at once: red, yellow, green and blue. And instantly in place of man there was a gleaming dazzling precious stones goblet.

   The goddess beckoned to her, and the goblet flew into her widely spaced palm.

   Affa uttered, filling the container with wine:

   "Let us drink to the victory over the Earthlings!"

   The thicket also got a cup by magic and, clinking with the goddess, said:

   - To continue to contribute to our success!

   The goddess smiled and noticed:

   - Dark elves-marshal is now communicating with the chairman of the PRC, she will probably make of it a gorgeous hairpin that will serve as an artifact. And Angela will mess with Trump.

   And with the American president, and really had to tinker. Trump hid in a Catholic church and clearly did not want to go out, gathering around him a maximum of priests. It was kind of an attempt to protect yourself from magic. And Catholicism as a more ancient religion had a much more stubborn resistance to elven witchcraft than Protestantism.

   And as a result, a band formed in which elven magic was stuck. But here a few enchanted trees began to trivial break the cathedral. If you can not win, then it's better to ruin this is their motto.

   Elves and smaller, but also effeminate elves rushed around the cathedral, which was turned into ruins.

  Druids-bears, divided into hundreds of parts, attacked the clergy and tore them. The roof of the cathedral and its walls were demolished.

   Trump desperately struggled against trying to twist his bears. The billionaire president swore at him, and tried to tear off the paws of the monsters. But they were too strong, and did not want to give in, the desperate yelp of the billionaire.

   There was a radiant Angel. A light elf ordered the bears:

   "Let him go!"

   Trump, being at large, again swore a three-story obscurity and tried to attack the Angel. The girl-elf, being a marshal of course, is excellently trained in various techniques. She gracefully framed the bandwagon, forcing Trump to crash, with a paunch about the cathedral's cathedral.

   The billionaire president rose with difficulty. His eyes spewed a whole cascade of hatred. It would be some kind of witty scam mocking the president of the world's richest power. Trump emitted such an impulse of aggression that Angela felt as if she had been moved with a baton over her head. The girl jumped back and grabbed at the whiskey.

   Trump grinned and began to step on the marshal, holding in his hands a heavy, silver cross:

   - That the destroyer of the cathedral, and the murderer of the priests do not like you Divine power.

   And how to put a light elf with a cross. That in response as zapishchit, and bounce, as if scalded.

   And the billionaire president frowned and shouted:

   - May you be forgiven of your sins!

   Bear-druids attacked Trump. But felt the touch of the Christian symbol began to smoke, and frightened growl. It really hurt. And even bears are roaring in all their once dried up throats.

   The billionaire president, frightened off by the druids, moved toward the Angel. She waved her foot, several elves gave a volley of bows along the Trump. But the arrows did not touch the brave billionaire. Trump as prooret:

   "Now I'm really angry!"

   And he pounced on the Angel. The marshal barely had time to jump, but the cross touched her leg. The elf boots melted. Her leg became barefoot and defenseless. And the girl herself lost her aggressiveness. I stepped on a bare soles on the church artifact, and felt a burn. And it hurts, because you're just a girl, even for you and twenty thousand years!

   Angela howled and fled. She lost, and the second boot and now flashed barefoot, pink heels. How she looked now touchingly more like a victim than an executioner turning human soldiers into lilies of the valley and dragonflies.

   Other elves also lost their shoes under the influence of the cross. The girls had very beautiful and seductive legs, impeccable from the point of view of human beauty. And when their bare, round heels flashed, it looked so charming that Trump softened and suggested:

   - And let's make love to you! Agree, so all of us will be much better!

   Lustful elves became interested, and they prayed:

   "Just do not fall us with your mighty cross!"

   Trump, lowering the sacred weapon in a conciliatory manner, said:

   - I will not!

   The girl and the Elf family, getting rid of their clothes, attacked Trump. A bunch of naked bodies intertwined, and voluptuous cries and sighs were heard. Everything became good especially for Trump.

   But, for example, Russian Marshal Ovcharov was not at all to laugh. The last bulwark of Russian defense stormed, just cracked down on the Chinese chairman Beson. Black alefica tread on jewelry jewelry, which turned the Russian soldiers.

   I entered the hall. Marshal Ovcharov and his generals opened fire on a spinning maid of machine guns, pistols, and other types of guns. The marshal even had a pocket, the world's first blaster. That is, radiation weapons of individual action.

   Diamond beads rained down on Beson and the other elves. She literally fell asleep rain of jewelry. The sorceress of the dark forces looked at people with contempt. They wanted to hit it with the help of human weapons. Yes, they elves have long been already in the primary classes of the kindergarten. And what could these little people come up with.

   The warriors of Russia turned to figurines, and froze. There was only one Marshal of the Ovcharov left. How to say the last, and for a snack.

   Beson grinned with a caress and asked:

   "What should I turn you into?"

   The Marshal replied sternly:

   - You are strong with your hellish magic ... And why are you standing in a fair fight? Can you show me the class ...

   Beson grinned.

   "Do you want an honest fight with me?" Excellent! Let's have fun!

   Elfika instantly arose in her proud nakedness. So she looked even more beautiful and seductive than when she was strewn with jewels.

  Her body is perfectly and impeccably measured by earthly standards. The nipples of the breasts are bright scarlet, and very seductive, and the clean skin is golden-olive. She is a marshal girl, she is very beautiful, although she is almost three hundred centuries old. But while the girl is fresh and clean like a daisy. Immortal elves, live, do not age very long ten millennia, but even their lives come to an end.

   But Besone still a lot of ten millennia to the end. She is cheerful and energetic and has not yet had enough of life. Now, having remained naked in front of an unfamiliar man, and even an enemy, she felt a spiritual uplift in herself. As it's great and turns you on.

   Hand-to-hand combat as it winds!

   Elfika and a large marshal of almost the same height, Beson, even a little lower and thinner. Marshal Ovcharov had a black belt in karate and was considered a famous fighter. Therefore he moved with fierce hatred and moved to the naked devil.

   But the one has so much experience, and the main advantage in speed. Beson made Ovcharov miss and by inertia fly forward. Marshal flopped, but immediately jumped up.

   And barefoot fingers Elfiski grabbed his nose and squeezed like a mite.

   Ovcharov screamed desperately, and was tempted to hit the tendon. He did it, but the elves have stronger muscles. The leg of the girl withstood the blow, and the nose of the marshal turned into a plum.

   But Beson let him go, and, with a wink, blurted out:

   "Come on, attack me!"

   The shepherd tried a desperate assault, but ran into a naked, girl's heel in the chest. Tychok knocked his breath, and the marshal fell, unable to hold convulsions.

   Beson helped the marshal to get up, and thrust his naked breast into his face. Ovcharov's lips touched the scarlet nipple and felt all his sweetness. It's delicious to feel the body of an eternally young elf. And the marshal was stupefied by such similarity.

   Again attempt of impact. The marshal's elf did not even dodge. It's interesting when the fist of the black belt on the carriage will move you across the face. The bodies of the elves are much stronger than human ones, and for Besona this is just an easy massage.

   And the battle continues. Ovcharov attacks, and lets in the solar plexus knee. Another blow and the Russian marshal breaks the right-hand unit that has substituted the block.

   The dark elf chuckled and said:

   "Man is a pathetic creature!"

   Ovcharov responded:

   - No! This man sounds proudly!

   The elf grabbed the marshal by the hair and tilted his head to the grotto of Venus, saying:

   "If you'll lick me a tigress, I'll keep your identity."

   Ovcharov bit back the elf for the most sensitive place. The girl screamed and threw the marshal away. She was beyond all bounds of anger. The warrior roared deafeningly:

   "I wanted to make you my brooch, now you'll be a night pot for slaves."

   And the Marshal Elf read the spell. In place of a man, a golden, night pot indeed arose. Elves loved gold, and even servants used it. And so Ovcharov's career ended. But at least he managed to hurt the marshal-elf.

   Beson said with fury:

   - It is a pity that we are elves are so perfect that we do not cope with the need. Otherwise, I would find you despicable to drink to the end a bowl of humiliation and shame. But let's see what - you will feel when you will urinate slaves.

   The elf-general shyly asked:

   "Is a night pot capable of feeling?"

   Beson smiled ominously.

   - In this case, I tried to keep his personality. He will feel everything, but nothing is able to say and do!

   A sensual light elven girl cried:

   - It's a pity! How cruel it is!

   Beson giggled, struck the golden pot with her elegant, bare foot, sang:

   - I got caught, which bite!

   Alas, the fate of the Russian marshal was unenviable: the last of the military survived the humiliating transformation. The planet Earth was conquered quickly and practically without losses. The planet that the elves visited more than once was captured.

   Beson is certainly a bitch, but it was she who staged a safari during the Battle of Stalingrad and began to shoot down German planes, primarily the dive bombers ХЕ-177. The Germans then thought that this machine is defective, but in fact the dark elf was entertained. I shot down hundreds of German cars with magical, invisible arrows, and to the Soviet units that heroically defended Stalingrad, there were fewer enemies and it's easier to fight back.

   By its merits, Beson has earned herself the star of the hero of the USSR, but ... She could just as well shoot down Soviet aircraft. She still had

   whom to shoot down, and whom to destroy. Lucky then Russian.

  But in fact in the forty-first year, in June, several elves just helped the fascists achieve major successes. And also not on purpose - having fun. And the other in the meantime, in the winter of 1941, gave the Nazis a strong light near Moscow.

   In general, on land, many amazing events occurred due to the intervention of elves. That's why Genghis Khan conquered China, although how much of that Mongolia? And the Chinese army is not only numerous, but beautifully armed with rockets, guns, flamethrowers. Well, Genghis Khan did not have the slightest chance against China.

   However, the elves intervened and killed the more numerous Chinese army. Too entertaining, chose a more interesting goal. They helped to defeat Byzantium Arabs, and Napoleon to seize Europe. But then they ruined the same Napoleon.

   Many things in the world of people have made a wonderful elf. But now they have decided: it will be enough for mankind to develop independently. Let them switch over to full control.

   But how else can this be done, not through violence. Of a hundred people, only seven, the most calm and kind avoided the transformation. Destroyed the roots of human aggression, the elves left in the quality of servants of hopeless pacifists. And now the human turned out to be incapable of resistance.

   Only one Trump was the last bastion of human ability to violence and abuse.

   Now he was making love to the elf. But his strength was clearly not enough for everyone and the billionaire president died.

   And then appeared Affa, the most beautiful of the goddesses. She, smiling radiantly, offered Trump:

   "You're a funny cutie, and the only one who managed to resist us."

   The billionaire president frowned and said:

   - Yes he could podpalit elfichkam heel! And I'm proud of it!

   Affa then suggested to Trump:

   "Let me be your personal servant." Keep your consciousness, and you can, like other elves live tens of thousands of years!

   The billionaire president, frowning, asked:

   - And eternal youth?

   The goddess confidently replied:

   - And it will be! But first, be a bit like that, as there is an old man. I'm already fed up with my always young, servant-like servants. And you're an old-fashioned pussy, so unusual and funny. But do not worry, you'll feel good all the time.

   Trump could not resist the vulgar remark:

   "And then you'll extend the dignity to me!"

   Affa nodded, answering:

   - It's by itself! More fun I will deliver!

   Trump wittily remarked:

   -In chess, time trouble at the end of the game, in politics from the very first step!

   The goddess, who is very familiar with the oldest game, replied:

   - In chess, they do not take moves back, politicians do it at every turn!

   And then Affa corrected Trump. "But you will not have a time trouble." There is a lot of time ahead of us. You can enjoy almost eternal happiness with me. I will reveal to you the abyss of the cosmic empire, where the elves and many other peoples live. And you will like it with us.

   In response, the enthusiastic Trump picked up a rather heavy stomach (in elves such ugliness is unthinkable) and sang;

   From the beauty I want, in happiness to live,

   To God gave good luck a little!

   And together with a nice evening wandering around,

   Do not just alarm us!

   Under your feet are mugs,

   Broke the flower odorless, yellow-red!

   And he devoted poetry to his beloved,

   So that every moment with a dream was beautiful!

   In the sky, clouds, a drop in the palm of your hand,

   Kissed you - in the heat sank!

   This fire is unbearable to passion,

   To suffer suffering, learned to suffer!

   Around the desert - it burns quiet,

   Drills the temple and pulls the roof off the hinges!

   But my dove, you fly to eternity,

   And the hassle of wings, I can hear by the wind!

   Yes, I know it's true - it's not return,

   What was in Eden, we used to be with us!

   Pinned to the face, your naked chest,

   I need will and great strength!

   The cliff above us is gloomy and unfriendly,

   And the wind blows, the evil wave gushes!

   Wind the whirlwinds in the sky of the loop,

   And a flock of gulls - a riotous horde!

  And your look has changed and has become cheerful,

   We squeezed our hands - the power is a triumph!

   There is no break in sorrow, I will be honest,

   In a land of great luck we live!

   In the mouth I kiss - I'm glad to admire,

   And that was not, without meaning conversation!

   The booty is shared by the embezzlers,

   They will suffer a severe sentence!

   And the dull bad weather recedes,

   On the horizon, a ray of smoke is painting!

   And we were in burning power,

   More precisely, I could not express the thought!

   Affa radiantly smiled and, patting Trump on the back, replied:

   - You are simply wonderful and unique. One and a half million years I live in the light, but I did not see anything funny.

   The billionaire president answered in a pompous voice:

   "A politician, a legal pickpocket, and Trump is a pocket in law!"

   Affa smiled and replied:

   - Yes, you do not need me, then you will live ten million years like me, and then you will end up in divine nirvana.

   Trump with a feeling of ill-concealed hope asked:

   "And will you make me a god?"

   Affa rock glittering brighter than the stars of the teeth, sang:

   - Everything impossible is possible in our world ... It is not necessary to be cautious ... only in the toilet!

   . CHAPTER? 3

   Now Trump turned out to be the servant and clown of the goddess Affa. It was quite a troublesome post. The goddess was very fond of tweaking and amusing herself in very peculiar ways.

   In particular, she wanted to turn an old man into a boy. Well, it occurred to such a whim, and run it into the city of the elves.

   And that is very funny. Especially for the goddess to admire the work of her hands.

   Trump, who has become such a jerk is so funny. He wrinkles his forehead, mutters something under his nose.

   It does not often happen when an old man turns into a child. Although elves of a particularly higher order can do this. A goddess like this and just once spit.

   Affa asked her fool:

   "How's the feel of Trampic?"

   The former American billionaire president, and now turned to the boy grinned in a childish smile:

   - Not bad! I, frankly, feel amazing!

   The goddess looked affectionately at Trump and nodded.

   "Do you want to stroll around the galactic capital?"

   The boy and former president Donald Trump answered:

   - I would be happy to see the sights of your capital. When I myself become a god, I will build myself, something even more majestic.

   Affa nodded in agreement.

   - Well my boy!

   And opened her beautiful mouth and ... Suddenly, a fountain of Magoplasma blazed, and Trump's boy embraced the fire of sorcery.

   The space is flooded with a flaming, every second flashing flame ...

   Hellfire, flashing and devouring all the insides, crushing the flesh. A volcano that burns out everything that is alive inside. How familiar it all is! But this time, maybe hell is real ?! Patience - and here the pain subsides. Donald Trump opened his eyelids.

   He thought he saw the starry sky. From a surprise, he screwed up his eyes and then again opened them with an effort. Yes, indeed, he sees a strange starry carpet. An unearthly origin, extremely densely strewn with precious garlands of heavenly bodies. Tens of thousands of brightest stars are blind and stunning imagination. The body seemed to float in a vacuum, not feeling the support. The unprecedented spectacle so shocked the boy and former president that he fainted, disconnected from reality.

   When the ability to think again to him returned, he could already control emotions. Under him there was solid ground again, he struggled to his feet.

   The spectacle that appeared before him was not for the faint-hearted people. At first the boy president thought he was going crazy. Grand city, the capital of the galaxy of the elven empire, one of the greatest cities of the Babochkazar cluster appeared in all its wildest beauty.

   Luxurious multi-kilometer skyscrapers, gigantic temples, incredibly giant statues, cascades of gardens and fountains, glowing devices, huge billboards on which could fit fifty Olympic stadiums and much more. If you add millions of different colorful and extravagant flying machines, then for the seventy-eight-year-old boy president of the early twenty-first century this was beyond all limits.

   And yet, Donald Trump did not feel fear. There was an extreme excitement, and even indescribable ecstasy at the sight of such unimaginable

  colorful splendor created by the hands of intelligent beings. Everything in this metropolis was grandiose and charming.

   A few stars shone in the sky. The brightest pink-yellow star, two green, one blue and two almost invisible cherry-sapphire, which is natural in such intense light. Nevertheless, despite the strong light, my eyes did not cut and it was not hot. The temperature is very pleasant, a slight cool breeze blows.

   The president boy, now a jester, walked along the seven-colored sidewalk, the sidewalk framed by flowers, statues, multicolored flashers, crystal-polished tiles. Barefoot, children's soles felt very smooth, even, perhaps, slippery like ice, giving luminescence, but fortunately not too hot surface.

   Everything in this futuristic megalopolis was mirror-sparkling and dazzlingly magnificent, even waste heaters were made in the form of exotic animals and birds. They opened their mouths and politely thanked them when they threw garbage. When Donald threw off the melted and warped boot of the mini-elf from the sidewalk, a bird scavenger jumped out of the sidewalk.

   She was with the head of an eagle, but disproportionately with a large beak, the body of a striped eggplant framed by three orders of lush petals. Each row differed in color and shape of shoots, and wings did have a mobile coloring video.

   A feathered and at the same time a flower scavenger swallowed shoes that had become unusable, and melodically chirped:

   "We have no reason to torment ourselves in doubts!" In the whole universe there are no more desperate guys! Throw the garbage these men - Elf bull stranger kill! Elf-bull stranger kill!

   Donald was wiggly waved the "scavenger-prima donna" hand and gave out:

   - The most amazing thing about a person is that it does not surprise with enchanting, but it's amazing the banal!

   However, it is strange that heavy military footwear melted, and he himself did not receive, even small burns. However, the clothes seemed to be not too damaged, although the luxurious overall was lost. But something is preserved, and he is not so ashamed to walk around the city in a smart T-shirt and shorts, normal clothes for a boy in hot weather.

   Although he became a boy, Donald Trump, and embarrassed his bare feet, extremely inappropriate in the capital, where every statue, car, fountain, composition, or other construction shone with deafening flashy luxury. As a beggar in the government quarter of the richest New York City, one can not help blushing when someone approaches you.

   Pedestrians in the streets at the moment a little, mostly they were children. As it is one of the central sectors of the metropolis, eminent elves and elfies settled here. There was a period when mini-soldiers and elves were given a short vacation, that to learn at least a little bit of life without a debilitating drill, let them feel the joys of childhood.

   In addition, this small gap in comparison with the barracks period was a kind of encouragement, for success in studies and combat training.

   Although a little opportunity to dispose of time at your own discretion is happiness! That's why a kind of harmless laughing guys, many of whom, joyfully playing, even flew into the air, did somersaults, turned the kuliedoscopic holograms, gave the magical city a wonderful idyllic appearance.

   Curious Trump wanted to approach them and ask a couple of questions, but he was afraid. I was afraid that peaceful, beautiful, like elves, boys and girls in their sparkling costumes might not be as peaceful as they seem at first glance. Especially for people usually not typical; even the girls played in apparently military games.

   True, it seems that unfolding fabulous and type of anime-fantasy, not man-made battles. The individual holographic projections were large and so bright, believably reproducing details. What seemed and in fact suddenly from somewhere in the air there are fairy-tale castles, fortresses and houses, and then disappear.

   Dumbfounded by the boy president he saw everything went on and on, continuing to examine the city. What stunning trees and gigantic in tens and hundreds of meters of flowers with fountains and flying animals hang on crystal balconies, pouring into the sun with a multicommodity scale.

   On the petals of flowers arise, constantly changing various, moving pictures, most often single combat of various inimirians, or battles in retro style.

   "Maybe it's force fields!" Thought the president boy, rubbing his temples, his brain was ready to boil over with an abundance of impressions. "There were a few lights, such a play of light and colors is not reproducible on our planet! What strange shapes they take from their creations of the mind!"

   Here one of the spherical buildings hung on seven legs, edged with leaves, framed with precious stones, painted each under the color of the flag of the elves of Luciferstan. Another structure was executed in the form of a seven-pointed star and slowly rotated around its axis. Other buildings resembled New Year trees, cakes with o In the lower floors of the luxurious buildings were full of colorful entrances and exits with the names displayed on the screens. And what's strange, all the names are absolutely understandable, restaurants, shops, entertainment centers of all levels and types, various services. This was reminiscent of the much-increased and incomparably more luxurious Central presidential prospectus of Washington.

   When he first saw him, Donald Trump was still very young, remembered how shocked he was to the depths of his soul and now, literally, devoured with his eyes a dazzling imperial splendor. Of course, much here has no analogues on Earth.

   Well, what kind of human designer will put his head down the spiers, domes and pools with colorful creatures and indescribably formidable monsters. Even scary to look, it seems that everything is about to collapse on his head.

   One of the elven girls flew over him, slightly touching the shiny shoe. Donald slightly swayed, he was already tired, walked a few miles on foot.

   "You probably have not eaten for a long time, starry warrior," the angel-girl roared with a silver bell.

   Moving tracks, if there were, then, obviously, turned off. Apparently, in the ultramegalopolis of the distant future, excessively cared for the physical form. The surface became more rough and bare feet began to sate and itch. Donald, really, really wanted to eat, because it feels like it's not the first day of hunger, except for that ...

   But who can know how much time he spent in communication with the goddess, who practically did not feed him, but just had fun ... Trump was not really excited.

   In the street full of colorful calling machines: "It's time to refresh!".

   Rationally thinking Donald decides:

   - Two deaths do not happen, but with an empty belly is not life!

   Just had to go to the machine, as soon as a three-dimensional projection of a beautiful seven-colored girl with wings appeared. In a language that seemed English, the wondrous nymph said:

   - What does the small but daring conqueror of the universe want?

   "Eat it!" Trump said honestly, a hungry shine was read in the blue eyes of the president's boy.

   "A set of one hundred and fifteen million products is at your service." - Finished fairy fairy, adding the size of the wings.

   - Then the ice cream "White House", lemonade, juice, cake and chocolate. The delighted tomboy president babbled.

   - And what kinds? Specify the order! - There were two girls, and they struck unnaturally large.

   "It's all the same, if only it's delicious." - Trumbled muttered Trump, helplessly spreading his hands.

   "It's the most delicious?" In accordance with the most mass standard? - Apparently cybernetic servants have repeatedly had to deal with clients who do not understand what they want.

   - Yes! Donald blurted out relieved.

   "Raise your hands, look straight ahead." Or get your personal identification card, mini soldier. - The holographic nymphets were chorused.

   The boy-president raised both hands. A dim yellow light flashed, apparently, it was scanned.

   - In the card file, your identity does not appear, you do not have a personal military card, so you can not be serviced. - Squeaked girls and immediately turned purple, crossed their arms in the prohibitive gesture of steep elves.

   Donald Trump hurried away from the machine, his heels were burning in the literal sense of the word. Here, it seems, is technotronic identification communism. Trump sat down on a breezy boudoir, rigidly hunched over and propping his chin with his hands. I thought ... The future was drawn in the darkest tones. He is completely alone in another galaxy, surrounded by an inimirian, creatures, worse than the most predatory, wild beasts.

   And in the head can not come any saving idea. Oliver Twist and it was better in London, there are at least the same people as the homeless thug. And where will he go? Can he surrender himself, counting on mercy in prison? There at least feed, even in such a humiliating way, through the hose.

   "Why are you so despondent, photon?" What I see, lick. It seems you want to drive princeps plasma into the stomach?

   An unfamiliar boy in glittering clothes held out his hand, smiling. How humanly it is! The face of the elfin is round childish, not at all evil, in advertising for proper nutrition to be removed, only presses the palm too much. The forehead is tall, the hair is light, wide-set blue eyes. True, a tanned, wiry arm, as if made of steel, capable of breaking a bone. Donald struggled to restrain himself, not giving a look that it hurts, the child's hand is compressed as if in a tortured gripe.

   He only honestly said:

   - Yes, I'm hungry!

   "You seem to be from remote colonies, you are very singed, and your appearance is shabby, strange." - Said with a little sympathy in the voice of a young elf.

   Donald cast a bewildered look at himself. Clothing, in fact, in places has already begun to smolder, and the skin, flushed with red, covered with. Toli from local radiation, or belated reaction to an explosion. Trump felt an icy chill in the stomach and said in a trembling voice.

   - Guessed, I was in the epicenter of the thermo-charger.

   "I'll take food with the utmost speed, then I'll tell you." - The boy ran as if in an accelerated filming, without touching the boots of the artfully decorated cover of the avenue.

   Why Donald felt the confidence in this cub of ferocious elves is difficult to explain. Maybe the young years and stress affected. Returning the new drugan threw him a few pink, to the pangs of deliciously smelling buds. The former president began to talk about nothing without hiding, boiling over, he wanted to pour out his soul.

   The elf boy listened attentively. He was as tall as Trump, and he must have been even fewer years old. During the conversation, his beautiful face was always played a pure smile. True, the teeth of the race-warrior's child are already very large, whiter than snow, the rays of several luminaries reflected from them by the sunbeams. The food taken in the vending machine turned out to be excessively tasty, it overexcited the receptors and, instead of saturation, fueled the appetite.

   When Donald had finished speaking, he was silent, the young elf reasonably said:

   "Yes, it looks like a miracle, but here you can not survive." You quickly calculate, especially since every day there is a computer check of all persons. A couple of days ago, very close, there was such a "plasma torch", the starships were torn, as in the superfairwork. Even from the surface it was clear how the tattered ships blossomed the sky. It's good that the main "chad" went behind the line.

   The elf-child pointed to the central star of Bethimur.

   "Now everything has become much stricter, a total verification regime." And earlier the control was serious. Surely, even this machine, like others, is connected with the Department of Love and Justice.

   - So you have a secret police called? - Donald grimaced in a smile, how ridiculous the concept of love for the nation sounded, against which the fascists were kindergartners.

   - Yes, there are several departments, and everyone is talking about love. The boy lowered his eyebrows together, and his gaze became stricter. "Like a mockery of common sense." Even my father, an economic general of the fourth rank, is afraid of these departments. Come on, get out quickly. I'll take you.

   "It's too late!" Here you are, darlings! - A roar of hyenas rumbled like a roar.

   Several armored figures, already familiar druids-bears, like ghosts materialized in the air.

   - On your knees and hands up!

   Donald Trump, was, jerked, and immediately got a charge by a magicalizer. Consciousness disconnected.

   When the boy came to himself, he stood in the center of the colossal coliseum. Knowing the story well and watching movies, Trump felt an association with Ancient Rome. Only on the seats did not settle people, but various kinds of unthinkable creatures. Boy's vision from Donald became very sharp. And he saw in the stands of bee-like individuals with elephant proboscis, and similar to grasshoppers with jellyfish heads.

   The elves themselves sat in separate luxurious armchairs, and every now and again jumped up, not wanting to sit still. Together with them quietly sitting dense men with faces densely overgrown with beards.

   "Dwarfs," Trump guessed. It must be cool! And the boy, the former US president, wittily said:

   - Elf guys are elf ... No matter how insulting! Well, if a dwarf stands up, the elf is not visible!

   Trump felt a surge of energy. The sad mood fell from him at once. He's young and strong, after all. It's good to be back in childhood and become a boy again.

   And in the meantime, in the arena of the colossal coliseum, a barefoot elf began to run out and announced:

   - And now Julius Caesar will declare an opponent to this young man!

   Trump puffed and muttered:

   "O Caesar, Caesar, who has beheld you with dead bones!"

   Then a human hologram appeared (and it really was a man, not an elf) with a golden wreath on his head. In contrast to the eternally young adolescent elves, Caesar was already aged and thin with an aquiline nose and a piercing gaze.

   Apparently he heard, pronounced by the boy-president and severely twisted his eyebrows roared:

   - What are you talking about plebeians ...

   Donald Trump was offended:

   "What a plebeian I am!" I'm a patrician in the tenth tribe!

   Julius Caesar unexpectedly matched, replying:

   - Here you will overcome the enemy, then you can call yourself a patrician!

   Donald chuckled and rubbed his barefoot, boyish leg with a trickle of blood, barked:

   "Are you weak with me?"

   Julius Caesar angrily replied:

   "And you have not grown to me before!"

   Donald, giggling into a fist, remarked:

   - Not everyone thinks so!

  Julius suddenly softened:

   - Our radiant elves say that he was an earthly ruler ... There we will fight!

   Trump pouted, like a turkey, and said:

   - Let it be so!

   The rostrums rustled ... The sporadic horde gurgled. But Julius Caesar said sternly:

   "But you still deserve to fight me!" First you fight the monster!

   Donald frowned and muttered:

   - Are you really not a monster?

   Caesar was laughing at these words, and he ordered:

   "And since you're still too young, I'll ask the Goddess to make you a little more."

   Trump did not have time to reply. He really grew up, turning from a boy of eleven to twelve into a beautiful young man.

   Donald Trump felt a tide of wild power and clenched his strong fists with full knuckles. Here he will be ready to fight ...

   The monster flew out suddenly. The former American president did not even have time to consider it. It was something like a giant toad. Two masses: large and small collided together. There followed a semblance of an explosion.

   The body of one of them, the blood spattered body, shuddered feebly ...

   In my head - a cannonade, you seemed to be covered by an explosive wave that split the flesh into molecules that continue to tear, burning like miniature atomic bombs flares. A force of will, a desperate attempt to assemble - and here the crimson veil seems to settle slowly, but does not cease to spin before your eyes. Mist as if with tentacles clinging to the surrounding space ... It hurts, the flour in every cell of the torn body.

   - Seven eight...

   The voice of the impassive computer is heard, muffled, like through a dense veil.

   - Nine ten...

   It is necessary to rise quickly, to rise sharply, otherwise there will be an end. But the body is paralyzed. Through the thick red-smoky haze vaguely visible enemy. This is a huge three-legged monster - a paraloroid. He had already raised his thick and long crest, preparing with enormous force to tear down the blade of the living guillotine.

   Two huge claws on each side predatorily opened, the third limb long, the prickly whisking tail of the scorpion, being behind, impatiently scratched the cover of the arena. A yellow, smelly saliva, sizzling and smoking in the air, dripped from the opposite, bumpy, green muzzle warts. A hideous freak hung over a muscular, bloodied human body.

   - Eleven twelve...

   Now the words become painfully deafening, like hammer blows through the eardrums. The computer considers a little slower than the standard terrestrial measures of time. Thirteen is already a knockout.

   The decision was born in a fraction of a second. Suddenly, sharply straightening his right leg, and using his left as a spring, in a furious rage, sprawling like a leopard, Donald Trump jumped up and inflicted the strongest loquacus directly over the nerve center of an alien monster - a silica-magnesium hybrid of crab and toad. The blow was strong, sharp and precise, and also coincided with the oncoming movement of the beast. Monster sub-space (an intermediate habitat, capable of traveling between the stars replenishing with the energy of electromagnetic waves, but in inhabited worlds predator, not disdaining the devouring of organics of all kinds) slightly ass, but did not fall. This kind of paraloids has several nerve centers, which greatly distinguishes them from other creatures. The blow to the largest of them caused only partial paralysis.

   The enemy of the monster, despite the broad shoulders and bumpy musculature, was very young, almost a boy. The features of the ruddy face are thin, but expressive. If they are not distorted by pain and fury, they seem naive and tender. When he appeared in the arena, a roar of disappointment was heard in the stands, just like a peaceful and harmless boy, the man-gladiator Donald Trump looked like. Although now, this is no longer a boy, but an enraged animal, his eyes erupt such frenzied hatred that it seemed to incinerate as good as an ultra-laser. From the impact, the guy nearly broke his leg, but continued to move with the speed of the cat, though he limped a little.

   The pain can not break the cheetah, it only mobilizes, all the hidden reserves of the young organism, introducing in the likeness of trance!

   In the head of a boy and a former president, thousands of drums seem to be beating, veins and tendons flow, indomitable energy. A series of powerful accented blows to the mastodon body followed. In response, the monster waved a sharp half-centner in weight claws. Usually these animals have the reaction of jugglers, but an accurate blow to the nerve node slowed it down.

   The young fighter, having made a somersault, left the terrible crest and was behind the monster. After inserting his knee and passing his hand from the claw, the young man struck her with an elbow, putting all his weight, and made a sharp turn of the body. There was a crunch of a broken limb. Caught at the wrong angle, the claw broke, spurted a small fountain, stinking, toad-colored blood.

  Although the touch of the liquid erupting from the creature lasted only a moment, the young gladiator felt a severe burn, pale purple blisters instantly swelled on his chest and right arm. I had to bounce and break the distance. The beast ejaculated a painful howl - a mixture of the lion's roar, the croaking of a frog and the hiss of a viper. In a frenzied rage, a monster rushed forward - a young man, covered with a mixture of blood and sweat, making a cascade of somersaults, flew to the armored grid. With a running start, putting all his weight, the monster struck the crest, trying to pierce the opponent's chest.

   Young Trump left the impact, and a thick comb struck through the metal mesh. Continuing to move by inertia, the creation of the cosmic underworld has planted its limb into the next network with the most powerful current charge. From the fence flew sparks, ranks passed through the body of mastodon, smelled of flaming metal, and unimaginably vile burning organics. Any terrestrial beast would be dead, but this representative of the fauna is immediately visible, that of an entirely different bodily structure.

   The monster could not immediately pull out its trunk - and followed a series of swift, like the rotation of propeller blades, strikes. However, the electrostatic charge, with a little delay, overcoming the resistance of foreign flesh, gently saddled the young fighter. Bouncing off, crying, from the vomiting, piercing every vein and bone of pain, the gladiator Trump froze and, crossing his arms, scratched on his chest, began to meditate standing up. His immobility against the background of the planting beast and the stormy public was unusual, as if from a little god who was in the heat.

   The boy Donald was calm, like the surface of a frozen ocean, he knew ... Only one trick is capable of cutting down such a monster. Very powerful blow.

   Having torn the crest into pieces of bloody meat, the diploid jumped all over its mass onto an insolent, hairless monkey. Is it possible to allow a small primacy to win a victory over itself. Collecting the will, concentrating all the chakras and energy in a single bundle, the young man struck a strong blow in the jump. This ancient reception of Fafar-Marad, available to a few, is capable of killing the one who inflicts it. The blow fell into the already defeated nervous core of the giant fighter. His own weight and speed increased the force of kinetic energy, and, this time, the nerve node was not just broken - several major nerve stems exploded from the concussion. The crystal-metal giant was finally paralyzed.

   The carcass flew to one side, the young man to the other.

   The cybernetic judge counted out in a low voice:

   - One two Three...

   He believed in the language of the dark elves.

   Both fighters lay motionless, the last blow of the young man Trump crushed the monster, but he broke his leg. However, the consciousness did not have enough time to lose the gladiator, and the athletic-built boy, overcoming the pain, stood up, lifting his fist-clenched hands (sign of victory in the sign language of the Empire of Luciferstan).

   - Twelve! .. Thirteen! .. The fighter, the native of a planet the Earth - Donald Trump has won. His age is 78 native years or 75 standard. It's a debutant in the fighting arena. Lost to him the champion of the galaxy sector Ezhend-16 SSK fighting without rules, a participant with a rating of 199: 1: 2 - Askezam Verd Asoneta, whose age is 2977 standard years.

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