Svetlana's amazing smile

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— Settings are precise!" the radio operators soon report, "No adjustments needed.

And now, invisible, swift as sunbeams, concentric waves of energy race around from the radio mast. There, beyond this powerful radio antenna thrusting into the low November sky, there beyond the night clouds, they bounce off the ionosphere and instantly return to Earth, sounding as an incomprehensible signal in the boundless ether, in the headphones of dozens and hundreds of radio operators, Soviet and German, flying in planes, rushing in tanks, sailing on cruisers and in submarines, on duty at headquarters and command posts. And no one in the world, not a single radio operator who happened to hear this clear, encrypted

radio signal, knew then, at four twenty in the morning on November 14, 1941, on the eve of the Wehrmacht's general offensive on Moscow, that this radio command was the punishing sword carrying out the death sentence on the executioner of the Ukrainian people, Wehrmacht General Georg von Braun, commandant of Kharkiv.

It was a coded radio signal, the key to the house with the "kitchen where the calendar from the year seventeen," the mysterious conspiracy that alone could awaken the sleeping beauty "Tosya" on her bed of four hundred kilograms of explosives.

This radio signal was like a trigger, pressing the firing pin of only one, specific radio-controlled mine. Only its receiving device, this wonder-mine under the mansion on Myronosytska Street, reacted to it; only in response to this radiogram did Tosya's sensitive relay activate.

This coded radio signal, transmitted deep at night by the Voronezh broadcasting station, was no different from an ordinary musical interval signal. But for camouflage purposes, it was borrowed from a foreign radio station.

The night is full of horrors for General von Braun, and to distract himself from them, the general collapses onto the bed, randomly opens a thick volume—the priceless first edition of von Clausewitz. The book opens to the beginning of chapter twenty-six: "The People's War." In the original, this chapter is literally called "The Arming of the People." This is interesting: the Bolsheviks call this war the Patriotic War, doing everything to make it a people's war. And what does the great military philosopher write about people's war? "In general, a people that makes reasonable use of this means"—people's war—"gains a relative advantage over a people that neglects it." And the Führer clearly neglects the "Volkskrieg." At headquarters, they don't want to admit that the entire Kharkiv mine-barrier operation is an operation of people's war! And that is simply terrible!

— ... The flame of this general conflagration engulfs the army from all sides"—exactly as in Kharkiv—"and forces it to clear the country so as not to perish completely. For the final decision to be caused by people's war alone, it is also necessary to assume... such a space of occupied territory as can be assumed in Europe only in Russia...

— Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock..." The metronome of death ticks.

From the depths of the house, the fateful ticking of the clock in the mine distinctly reaches the general's ears. Von Braun clamps his palms over his ears, stuffs his head under the pillow, but even there he imagines—no, he hears, freezing in horror, as the clock in the mine counts down the last seconds of his mortal life...

He takes an empty glass from the nightstand, goes barefoot to the wall, listens, using the glass as a stethoscope.

— Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock...

He creeps down the corridor, enters the living room. Some officers are sleeping there on sofas, the chief of staff, the head of the operations department... Sleeping under a painting depicting an episode of the bloody Battle of Grunwald...

The general runs to the room of his deputy, General Benckendorff, knocks, trembling with fear, on the door. Is he here or not? And where is my maid, that stunning beauty Svetlana, the joy of my gaze? Why didn't she want to sleep with him today?

He glances at his gold Longines watch: four twenty. And this is his last thought...

A huge pillar of flame rises where the mansion stood. The monstrous force of the explosion of four hundred kilograms of TNT instantly destroys both the mansion and all life within it. Only a deep, smoking crater remains where the mansion was.

Deep in the boiler room, a few seconds before the explosion, a radio receiver switched on. The antenna, laid in a spiral along the wall of the mine shaft crammed with boxes, received the radio command, got this "musical letter." The receiving device of the radio-controlled mine instantly converted the received radio signal into an electrical signal, detonating the fuse... And at that same instant, four hundred kilograms of TNT exploded, and General von Braun and eighteen officers in his mansion were no more.

In the house opposite, Major Handel woke up, drenched in blood from the shards of window glass that wounded him, blown out by the volcanic force of the explosion. The solid wall saved the major from the blast wave. But the wonder-mine, standing on a stand in the basement, perished irrevocably, taking its secret with it.

Until morning, the crater on the site of the mansion smoked. When dawn broke, it became visible how deep it was, this crater, this charred, terrible pit with the twisted remains of the reinforced concrete skeleton. On a scorched chestnut tree hung the riddled general's uniform with red lapels, gold embroidery, and a Knight's Cross. All around, over the neighboring blocks, lay red dust from bricks ground to powder by the explosion. Cars parked in front of the mansion were smashed to smithereens. All around lay numerous Iron Crosses, not yet awarded to their recipients.

Already in 1943, the head of the Central Staff of the Partisan Movement named the operation in Kharkiv among the ten most glorious operations behind enemy lines. "In Kharkiv, with a fairly strong, numerous garrison, several senior officers of a German infantry division, along with the city commandant General Braun, were destroyed by the punishing hand of Ukrainian partisans..."

Back then, it was still impossible to tell about the wonder-mine...

But now about the beautiful girl Svetlana, whose stunning smile appeared to General von Braun before his death, one can and should tell. She deserves it; without her, this operation of retribution against the fascist executioner might not have happened!

... After visiting the Kharkiv labor exchange to pick a maid for the city commandant, the German general's assistant, Hauptmann Redel, upon seeing this girl, lost his peace and sleep. So soon he brought her to the general's magnificent mansion in the city center, supposedly fully cleared of mines by Wehrmacht sappers led by Lieutenant Berlach. The beauty Svetlana quickly brought order, cleanliness, and coziness to the quarters of the Kharkiv commandant, so that he was simply stunned, leaving in the morning for the commandant's office from a cluttered room, and returning in the evening—finding himself in a beautiful, incredibly cozy place. He simply couldn't believe his eyes!

The fireplace was burning, evoking warmth and memories of the general's castle, wonderful smells wafted from the kitchen, and soon von Braun was devouring with great pleasure excellent sausages with slightly fried sauerkraut—his favorite dish. Well, a glass of excellent French cognac further improved the general's mood, and he, resting his gaze on the slender legs of the dear Russian Fräulein in a starched apron that so excitingly revealed her high breasts in the neckline, suddenly realized that he really didn't want her to leave. And then there was her stunning smile, which completely drove von Braun crazy—with this war, he hadn't had a woman in a long time.

That night with the Russian teacher, fluent in German due to graduating from Kharkiv University three years ago, was the best in his life. erotic stories Soon all the staff of the city military commandant's office understood that their ruler was definitely happy—sometimes a smile simply hovered on his very satisfied face. Of course, this beautiful Fräulein was constantly checked, but neither doctors nor the Gestapo could say anything negative about her. Well, the general himself almost went crazy from her smiles, which deeply struck the baron's heart. Exactly—gray in the beard, devil in the rib! Her sweet kisses, firm breasts, taut body, tender round bottom delivered the elderly

general a sea of pleasure.

And if his "grenadier" didn't want to stand at his battle post, then the beauty's clever tongue and sweet lips quickly forced this "slacker" to perform his duties. Well, to finish in the tender mouth or the amazing bottom of the girl—the baron almost lost consciousness from the stunning pleasure. Now she often dined at the same table with the general, reminding him of his own tender, bright daughter Gretchen, but not as beautiful. Even sinful thoughts very often visited the old warrior—to check how his daughter, so similar to this Russian beauty, would be in bed. Therefore, often finishing in the silky bottom of simply perfect shape of Svetlana, the general in the heat somehow loudly blurted out: "Oh, my Gretchen!" Well, finishing in her magical mouth, von Braun almost lost consciousness from the vivid pleasure! These evenings and nights with the Russian girl Svetlana were the best in the elderly general's life.

Except maybe a couple of times a week the beauty, accompanied by a Gestapo man, took a small bundle to her mother on the neighboring street—leftovers from the general's table and with his permission. It was hungry in Kharkiv in those days, why not feed one's Mutter.

And so on November 20, 1941, late in the evening, having beautifully lulled the softened-by-her-smiles-and-caresses General von Braun to sleep, Svetlana slipped out of the mansion, standing surrounded by mighty oaks and lindens, inconspicuous in her dark SS uniform and up close resembling a nun, quietly moved along the fence. A small piece of rebar sticking out between the bars, she turned towards herself, with a hidden sense of hearing catching a quiet hum—the sensitive electric detonators had activated. Then press the stiff button in a small box of the electrical panel and turn up a small switch in the second electrical panel—triple control of all electrical circuits. Now the mine awaited its signal. And Svetlana's beautiful slender legs quickly carried her towards the tall chimney of the bombed-out thermal power plant—behind it was the stadium, on whose field a light aircraft was to land to pick up the girl. She had done the most important thing for which she had been inserted into the general's entourage—to activate the electrical circuit from six batteries. At night, electricity in the city was cut off!

Once a patrol met her, but seeing the SS uniform, the Gestapo badge she showed them, they immediately wilted. Svetlana smiled at the young corporal and walked on, not yet realizing that now her smile was a death's grin after all she had been through. She no longer heard how the corporal cursed:

— Donnerwetter, that's what a Gestapo woman means, how she smiled, I almost pissed myself from fear. And to get to her for interrogation—you'd shit yourself right away. Fähnrich, and you—you definitely pissed yourself from fear... Yeah, I'm afraid of them too, scary people in that black uniform...

At 4:15 a.m. on November 21, at the Voronezh radio center were General Knyazev and Colonel Starinov—the main saboteurs of the Red Army. And now the wave was precisely tuned, the contacts closed, and the radio signal carried the death sentence to the German executioner. The technique prepared and devised by Starinov worked simply perfectly!

And Svetlana was already awaited by an inconspicuous, nimble captured "Storch." The pilot, seeing her figure in the dim moonlight, jumped up and, opening the door, helped the girl into the cockpit. Two hours later they landed for refueling, but her legs wouldn't hold Svetlana after what she'd been through, and this sturdy pilot carried her in his arms. The beauty's skirt rode up and the pilot, unexpectedly even for himself, kissed her legs above her stocking tops. The girl gasped, tightly embracing and kissing the pilot—a hot wave rushed through her whole body, the ice in her heart melted. Only now did she come to her senses! And after hot tea, she warmed her soul completely. And she sweetly kissed the pilot again!

On the site of the mansion remained a deep crater, which was clearly recorded by the American AAF camera of a LaGG-3 fighter. Well, the beautiful girl Svetlana, two months later, was already engaged in translating captured documents at the partisan movement headquarters. It's just that all the headquarters officers, learning who exactly this stunning beauty was, were terrified of her smiles! Even one steadfast and stubborn captured Wehrmacht lieutenant colonel, learning of this "Fräulein Death," almost fainted and immediately agreed to full cooperation. Photographs of this stunning beauty hung all over Kharkiv, and all Germans after the horror of that night called her just that—"Fräulein Death." And until the end of the war, this German clearly fulfilled the obligations he had undertaken!

And only Colonel Starinov, who received the Order of Lenin for this operation, always kissed her tender hands with pleasure. Falling asleep in the evening, the colonel understood that his clever head was sometimes visited by seditious thoughts—he would gladly have changed places with von Braun. With great pleasure! To spend two months in bed with such a stunning young woman—nothing more is needed in this mortal life!

But the pilot of the captured "Storch" didn't think so, once entering Svetlana's office. To him, she gave such a wonderful smile that he immediately melted and tightly embraced the beauty. And hearing in his ear that he was ready to kiss her legs until the end of his days, Svetlana sweetly kissed him and they, hand in hand, went to the nearest registry office. Their smiles simply illuminated the semi-dark corridor of the headquarters! And everyone understood that before them now was the happiest pair of future newlyweds! War is war, but love conquers all!