Putin And Trump Save The Universe

— It's not about the female, and strict discipline. Ataman should be afraid. Besides, I'll try these girls myself. Those that are still whole will cost much more. Especially this fair-skinned one, she'll be worth a fortune.

Then the President is a billionaire, and again the young man, the coolest of popadantsev felt a certain respect for the chief bandit. He will be able to hold the robbers in his hands.

Great Kitsch. Although it is well lures rat-jellyfish, don't know whether to sell it or not

— At the expense of the latter, it is very interesting. Do blonde women have a more powerful gift?

— Very likely. Remember the legend of the daughters of the devil and nymphs.

Yes Satan is so white that its color hurts the eyes. They say the ghouls are blinded by the brilliance of the horns.

— Yes, and he has many beautiful daughters. They say that sex with them cures diseases.

— It is possible! Know that if you want to please God — do not anger the Devil!

— For our profession evil is exactly what you need to pray. Only because of gods and devils, it is necessary to select from them the strongest.

— I think the one who is the most evil and deadly is the strongest. For example, Ftof, lyutee it no one. Right Kitsch?

You're stupid. Excess anger repels even demons. The cleverest must be chosen as his patron.

The assistant sharpened his face:

Who's great?

The leader growled, his teeth chattering in a jagged grin. :

— MITT? He believe, will soon occupy one of the first places among the evil white gods.

One of the first?

Maybe the first! After all, the mind is the most effective weapon. Compared to him, spear, sword, or even a catapult.

Shaking his brick chin, the accomplice of the ataman replied, and not quite in the steppe:

— Here I agree with you Povelitel. Although a blow with a club much easier.

— Well, go " bludgeon." Yes, and how soon will arrive to us?

— Not long, I think. — Roared back.

— What will it look like?

— He'll ride a special beast. It will be a hybrid grown in the basements of the order "Brotherhood shield".

— A hybrid? I don't know such a beast?

— Hybrid of dope your head when one breed is crossed with another. On scientific this is called selection.

Large but dull korefan blurted out:

— Secretion in nature?

— Not secretion, but selection! You are an idiot! You can't remember the word.

Roared the enormous chieftain, and it is really similar to an Ogre. But not the cartoonish and funny of Dr. Dolittle, and the very real and dangerous. The assistant stammered:

"I'm sorry, sir, not a noble like you, but a simple peasant. Where am I?

— So keep quiet and listen to those who smarter.

The leader and aide went to the silver-embroidered tent between the four firs. Donald Trump is unwilling to kill the leader. In any case, since he was accustomed, or rather the one in whom he was embodied and whose personality is partly perceived, because of the ambush like a predatory beast. Here's a tactic of leaping leopard. While on the other hand a clever enemy, this is the biggest terrible threat. Here judge for yourself, when you crack the Treasury that it can expect a robber? That was incredible! Certainly dangerous, and the threat is higher, especially the jackpot. It is logical if to stretch the brain! And the higher the jackpot, the more sophisticated the trap.

The President of the United States logically decided that the best thing is not to rush, and find out what kind of sorcerer should come to them. Here it is possible to arrange the ambush, only which side. He's all alone and cannot be shared. There certainly is a shame that he is in magic a complete Amateur, and then whatever opportunities are opened. However, if there is no forces, then need mind! The head is given not to hammer nails with it!

Donald played with his abs and twisted his bull neck.

To get around pretty screwy guard is no more difficult than to eat a cherry. Bandits usually don't bother with hygiene, dirty black faces are hard to see. Donald trump himself took off his clothes from the corpse in advance, smeared himself, and now is not much different from his accomplices. Actually, it seems that he overestimated the chieftain, is also a pig if you have to urinate at his feet.

Trying to play drunk, he crawled into the camp. He was hailed from the nearest fire, where something resembling a fat dog was roasted, a man in a gray turban crawled out on his hands and knees. Yes, and from other parts of the camp, the shouts and hubbub.

What's wrong? Donald Trump Asked.

— Have a drink with us warrior! — The bandits wailed

— Only on stump! — Said the young man-President.

Campfire has about a dozen elves. Apparently, he's drunk as hell. The largest of them, a real giant with a triple chin, raised a barrel over his head and greedily whipped Braga. His clothes were very rich, embroidered with gold, but terribly dirty. A typical thug.

— Hey, you! He pointed at the nimble President trump. — I think you're new.

The young President shrugged his muscular shoulders.:

— Joined your army recently. Tired of poverty.

— I see! You're a sucker. Maybe we'll fight on the Mace! The giant giggled stupidly.

The billionaire President gave the carcass a contemptuous look. Of course, he had never seen such a great elf, there was even a thought, not from a breed of goblins that monster. There were such types, giants knowing no more than twenty words and eating raw meat and bark of trees. Truth face, though rough, but elf or human in fact. As for the prospects of the fight, agility and speed always took up over size and weight. Especially when you have swords. But on the other hand, this is not the time to draw too much attention to yourself.

— What is possible, but I have lived too little to so to die senselessly at the hands of his accomplice. Maybe we should compete in another one. — With feigned humility said Donald trump.

The giant grinned, Curling his brow intellectual in quotes:

What's Shorty?

In the race! — Snapped Donald Trump.

Fat giant got up, filled his stomach grumbled, even slightly took. Where to run, when to go hard.

— Well, no Morel. I'm a dancer?

Donald trump mockingly verbally kicked:

"No, I see a great warrior before me.

The Buffalo howled:

— The greatest! My name is HIVI the mammoth!

Bragging isn't a sign of a fighter. And trump-Invincible realized that this is his client for the massacre or slicing meat salad. And already cut into it, you will be able.

— So great! What can I do with someone like you!

The colossus with the belly of a mammoth vyaknul:

— No shit! Although let on the hands of wrestle. You so have two hands, but I got one.

— So from your one can be done five my. — With feigned fright replied Donald trump.

Are you swollen? — followed by a roar.

The idea of the struggle in the hands of the President of the United States of popadantsev not scared, he, or rather the body in which he dwelt from childhood steel core. But the simplicity of the competitions, and especially fora are not particularly satisfied. Refuse too risky with such a large mass could tumble down, what powerful legs, biceps bigger than his chest.

— It's very interesting. What about something more original?

— What? — A rhinoceros on two legs pulled out.

— Well, who hangs louder. Donald Trump Winked.

— I am the Nightingale? — Eyes of a Hippo out of a fairy tale "Dumb dumber" squandered clapped.

— What you don't know what to whistle loudly privilege of the gods. — Donald trump built a snout with the look of a specialist in everything.

— How? — Did not understand that.

— Remember the saying — until the Feint hangs a man not to bow. — Winked at the young man-the President.

— Oh, I forgot about that. The giant scratched his head. "Let's whistle, then you will see who is like the gods."

— This is an interesting observation especially for you great warrior. — Said with irony the President of the United States.

Yes it was for me. I am great and heroic. So I whistle first.

The bandit put two fingers in his mouth and made a croaking sound. The drunken bully forgot how to whistle, and only stupidly gurgled. But Donald trump pretended to admire:

— Oh, Yes! What power! It just hurts!

— What were you waiting for? When the whistle shakes the rocks, when I laugh, run away ambals! — Suddenly slurred speech situation in rhyme.

— Yes have you I see talent. All right, let's do this. Your blazing eyes confuses me, you have such a terrible eyes! — Donald trump are hatched, and his own eyes.

The tried to even more nabychitsya:

— Of course! In front of me shaking enemies!

Donald trump added even more spruce tone:

— So that's what we're not all gonna die, you should blindfold.

What's that? — The giant stupidly clapped for centuries.

— Don't you understand! Your friends are all around. And they are scary and painful, to see your eyes so unbearable after all. — Kovalev wound up like an alarm clock. Generally in order to cut the army of villains in the cabbage great mind is not necessary. But in order... That's like the Fox and the cat Basilio hyped Pinocchio, without any violence, intelligence requires a truly high. Or meanness are not much below! Even high intelligence will not save from the lowest baseness, if thinking too exalted, and deprived of preseminal!

Yeah Jivi-mammoth tie! His drinking buddies started to tease him. — It's too much to look at you like that! — Drunks wanted a new entertainment in addition, some felt that this dense and very textured with muscles young man is preparing another nasty, and the giant got his rudeness.

— Okay! If you so insist that with pleasure! Sasquatch slightly bent and became nimble warrior the popdance with ease and grace threw on his scarf. Then he took the heavy club in his hand.

— Now listen to God's whistle!

A strong, sweeping blow with a wrought iron club came between the temple and the crown. The giant collapsed dead on the laughter of his drinking companions, throwing back his large feet with horseshoes on his boots.

The US President Donald just a little bit has not held up to the murder, however, here it was not pity, but in disgust, not worthy of a bully honor.

— Well, how? Do you understand anything? — Hissed the young man-the President.

— The mammoth's head isn't that strong. — Stupid hiccupped one of loving banditry and robbery drunks.

That's right! All right, you can go through the big guy's pockets, and I'm off! — Very relief muscled us President Donald trump, swaying, retired. He went straight to the ataman's tent. Strong and beautiful have him muscle. That's what youth and vigor mean. Oh, at the time he left his world, and when that's blown away the election of the President or climbed into a Third world war.

However, at the entrance bowed his head and tried to somehow give himself the appearance of vivacity, two guards. They were sober, but tired, unsuccessfully fought with nightmare. However, why climb through the entrance, it is unnecessary, you can just lean your ear to the tent and if you're lucky to hear something interesting. The ataman, however, was silent, apparently not in his habits of talking to himself. Later, however, it seemed to burst, cursed:

— It's a nagging wound that got me! Shouldn't have been so quick to jump on the cockroach. Here this man was, a true demon. If he had been in my gang, he would have done it with his right hand, but he rode away. Strange where he! Maybe hired by the Emir?

However, what I do. A sorcerer will come and make a potion from the rat-jellyfish that will make my soldiers invincible. That's when you can burn a couple of cities in the Sultan. He thinks he's great, he wants to rule! I'm not giving it to him!

The last words forced the President of the United States of trump to think about. It means they have common enemies! So perhaps the leader of the Union. After all, Kitsch is quite a clever beast! And to suggest that the more abrupt and extensive than just a RAID on the city.

Thoughts were interrupted by another remark.

— No! It hurts too much. Help me Witt, I beg you! — Followed by hiccuping, adding, spill Spinoza. "However, indifference to the suffering is the first sign of divinity! Can make the sacrifices to all the gods of the Pantheon, as black good and white evil!

Then his voice broke. Another guard cried out:

— Impure in trance...

The leader here howls:

— I same forgot have us, there is the beautiful white-skinned girl. She is able to influence the evil gods and bring me back to health. His voice grew stronger, then rumbled.:

"Bring me a slave the color of milk."

The guards rushed to carry out the order. Ataman, judging by the sound, poured himself a large jug of wine, there was a murmur:

— It seems to sour. I'll pour better than Muscat rum, they say, it gives strength, and I need it.

Prompt the President-the billionaire Donald trump slightly away from the tent and stared in the direction of the camp, where dwelt the poor slave.

Half-naked girl, forge immediately, it was evident, pretty limp. May have been bare foot on a sharp thorn. She's so beautiful, her skin glows. But why is white considered a symbol of evil? Rather, red, denoting blood, and on the contrary it brings to the soul peace.

Here Donald trump pricked quite understandable jealousy that wants to make a vile robber with such a fragile and at the same time sweet girl. We must stop him.

The slave was brought inside, left her in the company of the ataman.

The young President leaned over and cut open the tent, then slipped inside. His hands rested on the sofa, strongly smelled of alcohol and spices. Himself leader, was also half-naked, slightly above the incarnated popdance. This time his face without a handkerchief seemed ugly. Burns and scars and mangled flesh, making terrible and ugly.

The girl with bare feet was brought into the tent, she froze in confusion.

Don't be afraid! Said, trying to make his voice gentle notes of Kitsch.

Shaking her hips, the slave approached the chieftain. She was either fearless or well-behaved. Lips stretched out in a smile, and naked with scarlet nipples Breasts became even higher!

— What do you want, sir? She grumbled.

— You have such a wonderful figure, so much grace. You know, not born a slave, who are your parents? The leader of the robbers was suddenly drawn to the lyrics.

I don't! The girl stamped her bare, graceful foot. "I was a foundling from an early age. Then there was a terrible RAID, and I was a little girl was captured.

— Interesting, you not tried to sell in the seraglio. — Narrowed Kitsch, it protruding from the mouth, crooked fangs moved. Girls however, not timid. She had been in the quarries as a child. Dragged a basket of ore, fifteen or sixteen hours a day. And got whipped. But her body has grown stronger, developed endurance, and phenomenal. And she became a cast muscle. A real devil. Although her muscles and not too big, but are strong and hardy marvel at the rest. And beauty at the same time. In the very first days of work in the quarries, the girl-slave seemed to be a nightmare. And muscles wildly whine and tear. But then it got easier and easier. Hard became habitual, and the habitual easy. The body is strong. No, the slave knew her worth, she was hardened, and the bare soles felt only tickling from the sharp stones. But here she pretended to be an innocent lamb.