The red-haired diva answered with a smile:

  - All people are sinners, and the hell is the natural state of sinners!

  Magda winked back.

  - A man can not sin!

  Christine nodded her fiery hair and on the run began to explain:

  - I agree! Even a thousand times agree! In general, sin is a relative and purely human concept. For example, if we take the morality of the ancient world, then in it, it was good that it benefited both the man himself and his tribe-clan. For example, adultery was considered a blessing, not a sin!

  Magda willingly agreed:

  - Right! The Führer himself believes that it is better for a woman to become pregnant from a war hero than from her, not always valiant husband. Especially if she has a husband, there are signs of harmful, impure blood.

  Margaret screamed at the girls:

  - Take care of the girls' breath, this time we run to exhaustion!

  Magda smiled back.

  - It is possible to be tired, but it cannot be exhausted.

  Half an hour the girls fled, silently, and then Christina whispered:

  - Do you know what a strange dream my friend had?

  Magda was surprised:

  - Yes, I confess too! Why?

  Christina grinned, replied:

  - Nothing! Such a dream, as if I was a warrior in the army of the great barbarian Atilla. And we fought with the waxes of ancient Rome. And everything was so beautiful and cruel at the same time ...

  Magda giggled back:

  "You know, I dreamed of that too!" Even a surprising coincidence. I've seen you in a dream!

  Christine winked back:

  - And I love you! You fought well, although a narrow-eyed and yellow-faced warrior almost killed you!

  Magda was not joking this time, surprised:

  - Can not be! It does not happen that two people have the same dream at the same time?

  Christine retorted:

  - If the flu is collectively sick, then the dream may be the same. Then how will it lead! I heard that in Tula society there are special mediums who take a potion, and breathe in tinctures of herbs, and then sink into visions! And they quite manage to be prophets!

  Magda, jumping over a cobblestone, agreed:

  - Of course! In principle, the gift of prophecy does not require supernatural forces, it is just that there may be quite material, and as yet unresolved, physical laws in nature. But what is this dream about?

  Christina, with a shrug, answered:

  - I do not know! Maybe the Third Reich will conquer Britain and the United States behind the Lion, or ... One can guess for a long time!

  Magda wanted to say something, when suddenly her ear caught another audible noise of motors. Despite the remoteness, it was obvious that the aircraft engines were noisy, and that they were approaching significantly ... Margaret, commanded:

  - What is the stage of exercise number two: disguise.

  The girls-tigress stopped, removed from their backpacks camouflage cloaks, painted the color of the desert. Then they began to promptly dig in, at the same time, that from above it was not noticeable, which is unnatural. Here Magda thanked the fate that they both had weapons and engineer shovels. Otherwise, the girls in the desert could be easy prey for British attack aircraft or dive bombers. Christine, scraping the sand barefoot, said:

  - It seems we will have to smell gunpowder, still in Tunisia ... The ways of the Lord are inscrutable!

  Magda replied slyly:

  - The lack of accurate knowledge is always bad, with one exception, if we are talking about the plans of the Almighty!

  Two dozen British airplanes flew over the masked tigress girls, they probably did not notice anything, and were already beginning to dissolve beyond the horizon, when suddenly new suspicious sounds were heard. Margaret commanded:

  - Everyone lie down and do not move!

  The girls-tigress froze, they were waiting for something. And here came the light conveyors and trucks because of the sand dunes. Judging by the design, English and American production. They slowly moved towards the capital of Tunisia. Madeleine was a little confused. He believed that the front line was still far away, which meant that the British would not have time to appear. Rather, should not appear. And then rushing a whole column. Although, perhaps, less than a battalion ... Who are they, some kind of battle group, bypassing the deserts is not a solid front wants to rummage around the rear. It seems to be logical, although with technology they are easy to see in the desert. In any case, you need to pass on your radio, and the fire does not open. Especially because there are only a hundred people, and the British are more than three hundred!

  Magda whispered to Christine:

  - Here they are English! For the first time I see them so close!

  The red-haired girlfriend, also pretty nervous, replied:

  - Nothing special! And among them are so many blacks!