Yes, of course in the future it will pay off, and Russia will harvest the harvest from the established in different countries puppet regimes. But it's all in the future, but for now it's up to you to make huge investments yourself. One Syria cost tens of billions of dollars, and the Mujahideen all continue the war there. And from the fact that the US left Iraq, it only got worse. And after the Americans left Afghanistan, Russia was forced to come there. And again, wars, expenses, zinc coffins. Trump gave Russia the banner of the world gendarme, but by that he suffered a heavy burden.
And at that moment the marshal Angel of the Angel gave the order:
- Carry out an operation and neutralize the Russian missile base on the Moon.
The detachment, under the command of the warrior Velimara, moved in the surface. Elves, more numerous (they are twelve times more than males) pronounced the techno magic spell, turning into a kind of Centaurs, only on caterpillars, and straight on to the vacuum rushed to the moon. Each girl and boy was surrounded by a cloak of invisibility, making it invisible to radar. Elves landed, near the base. Together with them there were two bear-druids.
The seizure team synchronously pronounced the spell, and the armored fence around the base turned into beautiful, bright-winged butterflies that scattered in all directions. Butterflies were especially capable of flying in a vacuum. At the same time they paled and dissolved like sugar in space.
And the elves attacked the Russian soldiers, who defended the base. They just kissed. They did not see the approaching beauties, they simply stopped and turned into bushes of lush flowers.
And these plants woke up in a vacuum, dope with a honey smell.
Lieutenant-General Goremykin, commander of the base, managed to run out. Right before him a beautiful elf appeared. A girl of perfect beauty, in boots on caterpillars she smiled at the general and said:
- You're so old ... Do you want to become a young daffodil, and grow in a moonlit greenhouse?
General Goremykin replied with anger in his voice:
- That's it! You flew to conquer Russia, but that will not happen! We will not submit to dictate ... Our missiles are already flying towards you!
The elf chuckled as she answered:
"Can chocolate ice cream be dangerous?" Relax the boy and do not be afraid ... My sweet flower ...
From the palm of the hand, the elf shone with radiation, and Goremykin was directly covered with leaves, and diminished in size, turning into a beautiful flower. Similar to the daffodil, but only on each leaf had its own unique pattern.
The girl-elf answered with a laugh:
"However, there is a lot of anger in this man." I lived for a thousand years, but I have not seen so much!
Marshal Angela gladly informed, the great master Bernard Jeru, with his playful voice:
- Mission accomplished! The moon is rendered harmless!
The president of Russia meanwhile asked the leader:
"You are so young ... Are you in charge here?"
Bernard answered with a radiant smile:
- I realize the general command - like a man! But I have three girls-zama!
The President remarked with surprise:
- You are so alike ... Sorry, you have your own customs, and we should not stick to them ...
Bernard released a ring of smoke from his nostrils, which, flying, turned into a diamond necklace, and insinuatingly said:
- Magic will give everything ... As our servants, you will live in luxury, as you never dreamed of!
The president choked and coughed and asked:
"As servants?" I thought it was about equal partnership!
Then Beson answered sternly, the sparkling of the ruby brooch on her head became much brighter:
- You are still backward savages, to talk about equal cooperation. The magic on your planet is only in its infancy. You only know how to do it, it's an eerie nuclear weapon, which we just turned into a beautiful ice cream. Many of your individuals are so aggressive that they deserve to be born only in a greenhouse in the greenhouse.
The president flared with anger and said harshly:
- No! We do not accept your offer. Please leave our planet as soon as possible!
Bernard answered calmly:
"If we come, then we will not leave." And you aggressive primates will be civilized, to a safe level!
Marshal Ovcharov roared:
"I said they were aggressors!" To strike them immediately with nuclear weapons!
The President, trying to keep calm, said:
- Will you leave our world, leave the Earth alone?
Bernard and three elf choruses answered:
- No, it's a cactus! This is already our territory!
The President said with apparent calm:
"Then blame yourself!" I command - sweep aliens from our planet!
Hundreds of nuclear missiles started from the hangars, and rushed to the starships of the elves. They resembled a swarm of ferocious insects carrying thermonuclear charges. But the flattering elves released tiny oak leaves. And these leaves rushed, flashing light to the rockets. As they did not try to rotate and move in orbit, each leaf reached its goal. And the rockets began to decrease, turning into tiny acorns that hung on the leaves. Then, lined up in a line, and right in the vacuum blossomed a grove. It was magical and hung right in the void, demonstrating that miracles happen.
And the invasion began on the ground. The first to fight were druids-bears. These creatures were first two meters high. But as we approached the planet, we grew up, turning into Everest. And these bears raised their paws, and scattered trying to attack them helicopters or combat ground-attack planes. The missiles tore in the attack planes, practically without harming them. And bears vigorously, like waving their propellers with paddles, and crushing everyone in a row. When buildings fell under their paws, the druid bears crunched them, crushed them into accordions.