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: