- And why are you so cold, fighting barefoot, and don't you hurt my head to tread soles on these terrible tongue, so thick uchikawa deck?

  Golden-haired thin girl, striking another monster, said:

  - We vowed to endure the cold, deprivation and not to wear any shoes until the bodies of our men are released from the underworld. Once their flesh is suffering, hence our need not to enjoy!

  Stella added.:

  - It's also a good tempering! That's why we girls never get sick, and so on young look, although I already exchanged second a hundred years!

  Stalin-Putin whistled:

  - Unbelievable! You traded the second hundred years! Wow! Although a kiss from the lips only prettier!

  Stella shook her head.:

  - Petting with men is forbidden. The only thing that can be done is women children, but only that we do not feel pleasure at the same time!

  Stalin-Putin from these words was furious even more. The expense of them killed the cockroaches-the goats had already gone on third dozen, and most of his are pretty splattered their toxic green blood.

  Captain-President barked:

  - A woman should have fun in the first place with men. Otherwise, what she is a woman!

  Stella in one fell swoop cut down three goat cockroaches, said:

  - For us the greatest pleasure is to kill enemies!

  Many of the girls on the bodies was and the bruises and the burns, but killed to death among females, the Vikings have not yet been. Stalin-Putin, slyly grinning, said:

   German warrior from the pain of not moaning!

  Stella objected harshly.:

   We're not Germans! We are descendants of Etruscans!

  Stalin-Putin himself, putting his foot goat cockroach in the groin agreed:

  - May you be descendants of the Etruscans! From change composed the sum doesn't change.

  Stella laid another creature, sighed:

   Unfortunately we were taught to subtract and divide!

  Stalin-Putin, in response, growled, they almost cleared the galley, but to captain the führer snatched a real Troll, only with a carrot for a nose. He was kept in the hands of the ladles, and the most real of the pan, which was handled very deftly. Putin-Stalin fought him off even with some difficulty. That same trolls in all fairy tales are considered the most malicious and tenacious creatures. Stella continued to fight with cockroach goats, and even redoubled its efforts, said:

  - It's one of those things that's been eating our men. So and kill her should the man.

  Stalin-Putin nodded willingly:

  - Man so man! Not all women sow death!

  Troll sarcastically barked:

   You the man, give you zilch and not a man anymore!

  Stalin-Putin growled in response:

  - Yes, you piece of shit!

  I almost got hit in the head with a frying pan. Then Stalin-Putin suddenly hit the point of his boot under his knee, the Troll, and simultaneously attacked from two swords to dispel the creature's attention. And passed and Troll, gasping for a moment, lost speed. Stalin-Putin took advantage of this and held a "mill", to demolish the head really failed to cut the clavicle of the creature... That was a success, after which the right hand of the Troll lost mobility. The captain-President, continuing, attack, he was acting like Tyson in his youth - commercially and without a pause for rest, not allowing the enemy to recover and how to protect themselves. Here flew the severed hand of the Troll. The girls, flickering bare legs, barely had time to bounce, although one of them still badly burned bare heel, and limped. But two cockroach-goat embarked on her instantly evaporated.

  The Troll hissed:

  - Here's to you, the same thing will happen!

  Stalin-Putin flashed his teeth:

  - Shit goes to shit, man to man!

  The Troll suddenly threw in the captain-President of the pan, and ran away! Stalin-Putin, however, assumed something similar and did not even beat, but only slightly shifted to the side and launched his scimitar after the adversary. The Troll ran and sang:

  - Not gonna get us! We're lost!

  And so calmed down, punched through the scimitar, the tip embedded itself in the back got out through the chest, but still finished in the appendage of the cockroach-goat. Stalin-Putin has noticed:

  - It's easier to squeeze water out of the sand than to succeed a coward! Fear is like a reverse telescope, in spite of the big eyes, any star are made null and void!

  Stella yelled at him.:

  Pick a scimitar. Otherwise...

  Stalin-Putin rushed to his arms. Of course, Stella's right, in ancient times to lose the shield was considered a shame, or behind the shield, or on the shield. But the sword is doubly shameful. But still to fight with one scimitar is not particularly convenient. Here for the first time and got the scoop on the cheek. Unpleasant slap for the President, even the cheek burned. Stalin-Putin however, immediately punished the offender, so he gave... and flew scraps: