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- Oleg Rybachenko pointed a finger, at bringing closer "bagatelles". - These! - Melor childly put out tongue. - Yes they are absent any more! - As is not present! - Pyotr Alekseevich goggled. Rockets indeed completely disappeared. - It is a migratory dematerilizator. - Any matter is desintegrated. There was a truth danger that in this universe because of a difference physical laws it will not work, but as we see until managed. - And if it did not turn out. We could be destroyed. - Bellowed, turning a top Oleg Rybachenko. - And this is excluded. There are still force fields. - Melor was expressly quiet. - They could be involuntary marriage too. - Oleg Rybachenko was brought. - It was best of all to maneuvre and leave. - Well, we would always be in time. Besides, I wanted to test one more unique invention. - Melor tightened up the colorful hologram. - What? - You learn when time comes. The genius anion was obviously not inclined to show cards. Though the first shots, also did not achieve success, firing continued. This time, they were attacked by the whole dozen of fighters. Rockets flew a redenky, but killing rain. At hit there were no explosions, all infernal freight disappeared in gray fog. Having spent a stock of rockets, planes began to be turned. - We have a choice, to answer with lasers, or granulo-fields, and can just bring down their force, gravioplazmenny field winter crop. - Pyotr Alekseevich rapaciously sparkled eyes. - It is better simple to put them on soil. We will try to avoid the excess victims. - Melor cut off. Counterattack was carried out most softly. Fighters got stuck in air, then began to decrease slowly, pressed down by powerful radiation. And still did not do without the victims, couple of planes were scattered in air, and one exploded. And everything demonstration had effect, it was visible that enemy soldiers were frightened. Ten creeping tanks stopped as if came across a wall. Having let out several shells heavy cars, stiffened as if the dead. - Let's finish them up to the end or let live. - Melor addressed the. - Of course, we will finish, let to be afraid of us. - Oleg Rybachenko began to squeal. - There is no mercy to the enemy who not with us will be eaten with ragout. - To the boy it became cheerful from the rhyme. - It is enough to put cars out of action. The less victims, than it is simpler to talk to the opponent. - The president-oligarch tempted in insidiousness interrupted. - Yes we will not krovavit ourselves while we to it are not compelled. - Agreed Orr. Other anions according to raised a finger up. - Then we will just ask a landing permit and a meeting with the leader. - Melor included a loudspeaker. Also rushed: - We are peace newcomers, and we want to you good, happiness and prosperity. Allow us to meet your leader. In turn we guarantee that we will not attack the first. In reply tanks tried to shoot, but it was absolutely useless, shells got stuck in barrels, breaking off them. At this moment ordering voska a kastelok or the general by the name of Kuored understood the powerlessness: one hundred more fighters flew up and helplessly fell by a grass, trees, asphalt paths, and missiles launched from a long range, did not pull even on fireworks. - There is no pleasure, to be at war with technologically backward race. The most interesting when you fight as equals. - Carelessly Volya threw. - Us only six more true seven people. And one prisoner, as equals against the whole planet hardly you will hold on, it is more than a second. - Pyotr Alekseevich challenged. - Honesty politeness of kings, and we are mere mortals. - No, we are immortal. - Shouted Orr. - And kings are parasites and exploiters. The president-oligarch this time quite sincerely answered: - Here I agree with it. In general it is not fair when the power is descended. There has to be an electoral system of delegation of power. And elections equal, honest, alternative. Melor confirmed with rigid tone: - As at us! The laser in an eye! - And already slightly more quietly added. - You them to the kinglet tell this to it. Meanwhile Kuored tried to contact the native president urgently. However the dictator as if purposely did not want to contact. The general began to become hysterical, he was afraid for the skin. Threat was more than serious. In despair it caused all new and new troops. There was a strategic aircraft. Large bombers tried to throw a small starprobe vehicle bombs and heavy vacuum missiles. This, certainly, terrible weapon, during war inspired wild horror in land forces, punching through deep bunkers on tens of meters, pressing soil. Kuored shouted at full blast. - Attack kuchny, a total clip. Beat, be not afraid of the confidential superweapon. Melor ominous tone hissed: - That they will not calm down until we start superbeams. - And what is it? - Oleg Rybachenko Was curious. Orr answered instead of the commander: - It is what does dead simple mechanical equipment. Almost absolute weapon, for primitive planets. There is only one, but - pilots will not manage to jump out and will die. - And for what them to feel sorry. It is not people, and machines of death. - The quick boy Rybachenko Oleg, flashing pink heels as if the boiled young frog, jumped up to the panel and pressed managements of a laser gun the buttons. Several wide beams struck planes, having cut off them and having melted. Round droplets of liquid metal hanged as if balls, and slowly planned to a surface. - And you are a foul child. - Pyotr Alekseevich grew furious. - In you the bandit's manners. - Correctly made. - Melor parried. - Otherwise they will not lag behind us. And so accurate shot and mountains of corpses. More true corpses are not present beams evaporate everything, leaving only elementary particles and souls. The president-oligarch unexpectedly showed humanity: - And who granted to us the moral right, without threat for life to kill living beings? The commander of a striking force of anions was puffed up: - When there is a war, not to rules any more. And still think what impression we have to make. We have to be afraid and be respected. Oleg Rybachenko encouraged by similar reasonings strengthened a giperplazmoizverzheniye. The boy at this moment remembered how mocked at it in prison as beat with bludgeons barefoot heels, and passed electric discharges. And then undertook to beat heated pro-dexterous his mother. All this strengthened rage. Bombers were destroyed by tens, and escaped addressed in shameful flight. "Devil" in a violet uniform tried to attack and fired from automatic machines, but it already was even ridiculous. The tapir transferred to them the destroying firing, cutting also reinforced concrete is fighting, but Melor straightened out the boy - terminator. - Will be enough. They probably too have children. And time goes clockwise here, so they breed. Oleg Rybachenko furiously frowned: - That will be parasites less. Besides they are too similar to devils. And the Lord enjoined to kill the demons connected with a devil. Pyotr Alekseevich, as if the church preacher spoke in a bass: - And this lie. In one writing it is not told that people have to exterminate evil spirit. On the contrary Saint God tells - Me a revenge, I will render. God himself will deal with the Satan and, will be able to establish universal justice. Melor protested. - If to believe only in the kind Almighty the uncle, then we then at all will be able to make nothing. To sometimes have to undertake responsibility and to create justice. - Sometimes it passes into a lawlessness. - The president-billionaire spitted out and became silent. At last, the reciprocal signal was heard. Air was stirred up by words. They literally ionized air: - The great leader of the republic Guangtamo is ready to meet unknown newcomers and asks to proceed them to the palace. - There is another matter. We will meet and we will talk. - Clockwork Melor was, seemingly, happy. - And that welcome guests with rockets at once. - Not too invited guests. - Pyotr Alekseevich corrected. - Who will go to the palace? I suggest not to take Olezhke, he is a boy of the borzoi and can do a lot of mischief. - Why it will be useful for the boy and it is informative for life to visit the palace of the local kinglet. Besides, I think, it will have enough mind not to shoot without the reason. - Resolutely Melor objected. - Of course, I am not an idiot. - The boy straightened shoulders. Played muscles of a relief suntanned press. Against other anions it seemed the age-mate, but not the elder brother. - My guns are cocked - a warm heart, and the reason is cold. The captain of crew of anions vigorous tone gave the order: - Then relax, we will be in hyper suits reliably covered with force fields. Only do not take in head to remove helmets, we will cease to see them at once. More true not only them, but also all Universe. - It is clear! Armor from the knight will not slip! - Rapped out, being continuously shown by Oleg Rybachenko. The boy dressed an armor. The others followed its example. Melor chilly ordered: - On a starprobe vehicle there are Force, Will and our friend Sverzub. I think, in case of force majeur circumstances you will be able to come to the rescue to us. Sil's warrior reproduced similarity of pioneer salute and gave out: - Our shock power allows to incinerate all capital though it hope not to be necessary it for us. "Soldiers" left the ship. Orr, Time, Melor, Astarta and Oleg Rybachenko - the magnificent five followed to the palace. The construction was huge, the highest and wide in the city, occupying at least ten square kilometers. Very tall two hundred meter wall with loopholes, and also the very broad river fenced it from the city. On suburbs of the palace there were mighty guns and universal antiaircraft guns adapted to shoot both on heavenly, and at the land purposes. The conglomerate of buildings looked very impressively, and each statue was filled with animal force and breathed aggression. The guards armed with the extended submachine guns, welcomed newcomers, having taken automatic machines on "guard". Oleg Rybachenko waved with a hand in reply. Protection, having been frightened of gesture of the child, it was tumbled down on a marble covering and ridiculously zadrygat legs. - To be afraid, so respect, seemingly, us waits for imperial reception. - Thoughtfully noticed, becoming bright directly in the face of Olezhk. Really there were charming females and began to throw before them fragrant, and at the same time fresh flowers. Roses, carnations, a jasmine, tulips crept on a floor as worms, but once you stepped into them a leg, they calmed down or turned by a snail. At once dozen of orchestras met interstellar newcomers, they played everyone a miscellaneous, but, nevertheless, impressive and solid. Oleg Rybachenko paid attention to the pictures executed by something reminding oil, they shone, and it seemed that were in the movement. Though actually it was not so, but illusion was so reliable that the boy smacked the lips lips. - Talented chertyak. Melor confirmed. - Yes at these beings art taste is very developed and it would not be bad to take with itself several pictures. Here, at last, and throne-room of the greatest despot. As expected, he is extensive and full of bodyguards. Hundreds of fighters were built in small squares, zastyv in a guard of honor. Here "president" or as his title at locals - Bosch sounds. The individual as the individual, four eyes, three ears, impressive horns, the person as at a wild boar with Buratino's mouth. That is on native concepts the most ordinary appearance unless horns are slightly covered with a gilded wreath. It to be understood not the real gold, but some other very valuable and much more beautiful and bright metal. Bosch shchurit eyes with long dense eyelashes. His look to become tenacious. Up to both hands it has bodyguards, very large for this look, at everyone on a neck three automatic machines. They watch the evil and it is suspicious. Slightly far away in a separate bed, ministers, the security officer and, apparently, the dictator's wife with couple of small cheerful "chertik". The sizes natives approximately as adults therefore all in alien delegation except tall Pyotr Alekseevich is less than them, and even in hyper suits look not really impressively. - Glory great Bosch - to Kim magnificent. The shrill voice sounds and begins to play an orchestra. Sounds are not deprived of a charm, but for want of habit ears torment with an excessive originality. Several tens painted birds fly up in air and put a name of Kym. However, it is not surprising that in every second statue the great tyrant is represented. Some kind of these recognition in "national" love, and on the other hand speaks about absence of modesty at the subject sitting before them. "Great" raised an extremity, it became so silent that heavy breath of security guards was heard. - I am infinitely glad to welcome the embassy which arrived from the unknown world. - There began eloquent Kim. - And now we ask to call great newcomers from where we it arrived. To our happiest republic Kala over whom the sun never sets. Melor, similar to the boy, was the elective captain therefore answered the first. - We do not long from this meeting too. On the contrary it seems to me useful if we manage to agree about mutually beneficial cooperation. And as for from where we arrived, that is such brotherhood Anion. We represent its small particle. You can call us anions. Kim was, seemingly, happy. Time newcomers do not shoot, means with them, it is possible to agree. - My precious Anions. - Lips of the dictator exhaled medical - you did a long way in the universe and, apparently, are very clever. If you managed to overcome interstellar distances inaccessible to modern science. - We arrived from other Universe. - Not patient Oleg Rybachenko interrupted. Kim seemed, turned to similar tactlessness a deaf ear. - I am simply struck with the level of your knowledge and technologies. And now I just ask, to help me and the distressful people of the planet. - In what way. - Pretended that Melor is surprised. The leader of devils continued by insinuating tone: - My people are happy under the most fair management in the Universe. But there is still an empire this local name of the power Garkush, headed by the emperor of Datsan. And them on arms a terrible atomic bomb. Like a cancer tumor they occupied a half of my planet, threatening with nuclear charges to tranquility of my planet. Conclusion. You will help me to destroy the tyrant, and I in turn will give you any amount of precious metals and turn into stone how many you will wish. Melor answered with laughter. - We can extract jewels and metals in asteroids even if in this Universe and there are unusual elements, we can take them. Our great technical capabilities allow. And as for the nuclear weapon, your country has it also. Fortunately you had enough mind not to apply its the first, otherwise there would be a planetary accident. - But we cannot live on a volcano. - Kim cried out. - The uniform mode has to rule the planet, otherwise her death will be inevitable. - So it will also be. - Melor was expressly quiet. - Only the new order will be free and democratic. The planet has to be freed from despots, and then there will take place free alternative elections. Then the multi-party system which guarantees that recurrence of authoritarianism not to repeat will be created. - And I am unless a bloody tyrant? - Kim took on some expression of the offended innocence. - The people love me and appreciate. The captain with pathos of the fanatical fighter for justice vosklinut: - Here will also tell free elections about it, on an alternative basis. Only we will not allow you to use an administrative resource and repeated superiority in broadcasting time. All electoral process will take place frankly and, will pledge to any opposition the sound word. Kim was confused, as well as any despot, he did not trust the people and very much did not want that the opposition received the word on television and in the press - exposing its mistakes and crimes. Having leaned back in a chair, he the tyrant devil whispered in a black tubule: - To have to go on the victims. Blow up an atomic bomb under the enemy ship. Let several our thousands will die, but it will be a fair payment for a victory. Then the despot fanatic made even more widely the artful smile, and the voice became even more sweet. - Certainly, all for democracy and the power has to belong to the people. And how to be with the empire Garkush. Oleg Rybachenko exclaimed, losing patience: - Over it light of sacred freedom will also light up! - Then enjoy it. Kim pulled a rychazhok and a floor under anions at once failed. Only one Oleg Rybachenko who and waited for an occasion to begin firing managed to react and thrust a hyper plasma charge in a throne. Powerful explosion destroyed props and threw the tyrant up, having forced it to fly tormashka down. At the very same time a floor under it disappeared and "the crew of rescue" appeared in the hole covered with reinforced concrete. Already ready pipes filled with napalm sprinkled with burning mix. The heated lava at once filled capacity. Melor as if a trill of a thrush gave a whistle. - I waited for a similar dirty trick, but that it is so primitive. - And gesture - turn of a thumb in a bottom. Force fields easily constrained burning streams in three-four thousand degrees Celsius. Pyotr Alekseevich however, did not understand humour of the tyrant. He remembered that mean and artful any dictator, especially is same if is confident in own safety. - We fly up. - Ordered Poroshenko. - Certainly, not to stand under a lava. And you the horned monster will be thin. - Mentor tone said, dissecting the melted substance Melor. However Oleg Rybachenko as always was ahead of them, having cut from both hands at once in that box where ministers sat. Burning pieces of hyper plasma evaporated, razmetav on photons the majestic nobility. Kim tried, was to disappear, but the Tapir was alert and caught "the great leader" in power capture. Protection tried to open fire on defeat, but amicable fire of multibarrelled lasers nipped resistance in the bud. About one thousand guardsmen were destroyed for several seconds. - And what you want reptiles! Did a lot of mischief also in bushes. - Oleg Rybachenko rejoiced absolutely childly, infecting with cheerfulness of other anions. But the rough joy was premature, they were reached by a blast wave. Properly shook the palace from the blown-up nuclear charge. - Similar to an atomic bomb. - Pyotr Alekseevich shouted. - This monster. - He kicked, a finger in the dictator. - Resorted to extreme means. So its fate is predetermined. - And protection will sustain. - With alarm Oleg Rybachenko asked. The boy, looking how to curl a nuclear mushroom, involuntarily shrank. - It my boy is capable to sustain even a thermo-kvarkovy charge not that the banal bomb designed on similarity something like plutonium. - Cheeful Melor even waved away as if from the ridiculous assumption. - And still let's better look. - Oleg Rybachenko insisted. Having taken Bosch, the twisted Kim, the boy departed using possibilities of a hyper suit and a magomatritsa. - He will be judged by the people. - Melor shouted. They rushed off to a starprobe vehicle, one mini-teleporting jump for this purpose suffices. The ship, as expected, did not suffer. And here, how many died natives. Many thousands curious of them a half of children, at once evaporated in plasma Gehenna. The airport was destroyed, there was only a funnel bubbling a lava. Hundreds of neighboring houses were or entirely or are partially destroyed, and total number of the killed and wounded reached tens of thousands. Many were crippled and writhed in intolerable anguish, from them skin climbed up, hair were showered, tails and extremities burned. - And such rubbish operated these people. It is good that we relieved the nation of such frenzied lord. - Melor clenched a fist. - And now we will be engaged also in "emperor", there has to be a balance and it is necessary to finish tyranny. - It is fair, but for a start I would suggest to use devices of a sakalyabr. - With the offer entered Time. - The reliable guarantee is necessary further that on this planet there will be no nuclear wars. Vigorously supported Orr: - It is correct. Of course, we will establish and we will change congruence around the world. Installation of a sakalyabr took a little time then, they soared up in the direction of the city two distressful planets. The empire Garkush not much smaller "republics", on the way laps several seas, and one ocean. From a set of native names of the cities, rivers, mountains flickers before eyes. Many troops, technicians and cars are concentrated on border a situation intense. And all this hung by a thread, ready to meet at any time a wall on a wall, a wave on a wave. - The opponent can apprehend our flight as grandiose provocation, and can even small, but quite sufficient for the large-scale conflict. Therefore I offer, to become temporarily hidden. - Melor switched starprobe vehicle parameters. Short-term invisibility allowed to fly by without special adventures. The empire Garkush and its cities, slightly differed from Kal's republic. Houses had a complex combination of acute angles and vice versa soft indistinct lines. Many buildings were built in Gothic style. From them smelled of the Middle Ages, even from very tall skyscrapers. But in general it is the urbanized empire, at a level of development as Earth at the beginning of the twenty first century. Passenger cars overloaded the cities, obviously they lacked places for parks, traffic jams and a heavy smog hung over the cities. - Apparently, locals pant, it was quite good to share with them environmentally friendly technologies. - Thoughtfully not so spiteful Melor said. - It is not bad idea, but whether they here will understand. - In Pyotr Alekseevich's voice the doubt sounded. The captain, shaking the case as a pendulum, answered: - If they not mentally retarded understand that. It is not the Stone Age. You see, they have research institutes. And all of them can if you want. Did not begin to argue, anions with curiosity considered the nature. The woods were not absolutely standard, crowns six-sided and live. From time to time one of trees soared up, up waving branches as a crow. Then smoothly landed, raising a moss. Separate copies shot up in height kilometer both more, and at the same time on them predatory flowers grew. When over them helicopters flew by, carnivorous buds lasted, trying to slam a mouth. Probably plants were calculated on air fluctuations therefore tried to swallow also their not especially hastily flying ship. Hundred meter petals slammed with relish, then acid entailed them on the channel, in one of a set of ventricles of a plant monster. Orr it is exaggerated a deep sigh heaved: - It is a pity to spoil similar beauty. But we are not able to afford to become food or to get stuck for a long time in a charming bosom. The beam of the laser cut in a wall, and a flower monster of disgraces, cut at the roots. There he twitched and suffered for a long time. However, the woods especially in the light of three "sun" looked grotesque. Oleg Rybachenko pointed a finger, having effortlessly extended a nail, down: - You look, here local children are. What they nice, amusing and courageous not to be afraid to enter one the terrible wood. Really small the devil with gentle children's features, picked large berries, and the elastic mushrooms which are badly moving to a knife. At the same time sang, and to them it was cheerful, the laughter reminded a streamlet ring. - And they are very lovely. Perhaps we will go down, and I will play with them. - Oleg Rybachenko who is still remaining by mind the child offered. - We have no not enough time. We cannot linger on one planet too long. Besides, to be necessary for us time to track democratic processes and that as our opening accustom. However, the friend you still will have time to play enough much. When we overthrow the last tyrant, we will have to teach to think correctly "chertik". - Why chertik. - Pyotr Alekseevich objected. - Let's them call better as they call themselves - kaloyets. The invisible hyper Universe stretches for billions of parsecs and includes kvintilliona of stars and planets. And for certain on the majority of them the lie and not justice reigns. And we seem such small and insignificant, we cannot be in time everywhere. - It is necessary to rely on healthy local forces. - Rational Melor interrupted. - Otherwise one form of a despotism will be replaced by another. After the woods fields stretched. The nature was generous, climate hot and damp here. Therefore vegetables and fruit were large, healthy, though looked very extravagantly. For example, ridiculous mix of tomato and a squid, with the moving feelers, or the carrots fenced with a web - it catches large flies, similar to pigs, and devours them. From what "meat" to become juicy and nutritious. At Volya even slobbers began to flow. - I did not eat it yet. Perhaps we will go down and we will try. - Why to go down. If it is possible to break and so. Ingenious Melor started a sharp beam and the attracting column. Having peeled vegetable of a web, and, at the same time having checked it for toxicity, invisible feelers delivered it to the ship. The commander, crafty staring, said: - Well, and now as you want. You eat. All wanted to try. Even prisoner Sverzub. However, because of difference in a metabolism did not allow it. The product was juicy and tasty, slightly saltish. Something average between a water-melon and veal, was perfectly satisfied at the same time by hunger. Sil's warrior impatiently pulled a leg and hissed as if the coal, heated iron: - Perhaps we will add, we still will have time to admire beauty. The starprobe vehicle jerked, fields disappeared, and they flew to the megalopolis. The capital looked very impressively. She, of course, reminded other cities of the empire, but everything was more, more grandiosely, more grandiosely. As well as in other cities it was full of monuments to the emperor here. And on a central square the whole composition. It seems that the emperor most of all liked to pose against children and dragons. Reptiles, as a rule, tonkoshe and dvenadtsatiglavy with crowns on the heads. Mouths are open, brought gas to them, and they burn, gushing forth sparks. Police and military on streets there is a lot of, probably everything, are fairly alarmed, high-speed easy tanks hinder the movement of cars. Motorcycles with guardsmen scurry about here and there. Svedenye about nuclear explosion, and about impudent kidnapping of the dictator Kim are already received by neighbors. Probably and the emperor is very concerned - feels threat of a personal authority. Its ancient palace bristled up guns, it larger also looks even more impressively, than Kim's den. From above turn many hundreds of helicopters and fighters. - That it is time to become visible. - Melor the smooth movement on the hologram removed a camouflage. In a touch second violent squall of fire fell upon them. The Demiurge Creator eternal teenager Sfero watching all this started singing. From its voice jumped up kvintilliona of the Universes; I am a superman Sozdatel of mirozdaniye, Decided that I will rule for ages! And there is a lot of under my heel of creations, In reality any know dream! It is beautiful to create and weave richly - I can radiant carpets... Who is unsubdued rigid payment - Children of a Satan will go to Gehenna! And children loves me very much, Will receive everything that wants to a navel! One award is only handed by judges, Who had enough sensible mind! I in space like to build halls, Bulks in the universe to object.... But to what are whimsical, know Gods, For them a trifle to interrupt to you lives a thread! The gift will be, and to it a makeweight, That the silly person did not creep... It is not interesting to create a trifle also to me, Let the secretary general will become tomato also! I weave a web out of constellations, It is capable to bring down from a little finger a quasar... It is not necessary for me candles, tithe - I to the person generously himself will render! Bessmertye will be, and in a beautiful dress, To you the bride in eternity will come... You will be as if the tsar of the great nobility, And without preryv the paradise account in a jackpot! Harems and seraglios are a trifle, Only God ask reality... But it is necessary to do people happiness, But not to cry out, only: My God rescue!</p>