A girl with petals instead of hair, and sharpened ears, raised, it was, a hand to release a magical impulse, when suddenly flared.
All the premises of the pretentious luxurious presidential bunker were flooded with dazzling colors, and even portraits of Russian commanders in gilded frames blossomed.
A woman appeared, more beautiful than one can imagine. Everything in her sparkled, aggressive perfection. Such, seeing once you will remember forever ... A month under the scythe glitters, and on the forehead the star burns.
The elf-marshal fell to his knees, exclaiming:
"I'm listening to the Goddess!"
Affa raised her proud head even higher and said:
- You see, I have perfectly coped with the operation on the ennobling of the Earth. Mankind has almost rid itself of its craving for violence and bloody vices.
The thicket bowed, and answered:
- Almost ... But it will be soon! Aggressive individuals turn to the beautiful, kind and obedient to maintain their identity!
The goddess turned her eyes to the Russian president:
"I see in difficulty what choice I make for myself ..."
The head of the almost destroyed state replied:
- I do not care ... Radish radish is not sweeter!
Affa affectionately said:
- But I do not care. Given your outstanding mind, I turn you into a precious cup!
The president of the mouth did not have time to reveal how four lightnings struck him at once: red, yellow, green and blue. And instantly in place of man there was a gleaming dazzling precious stones goblet.
The goddess beckoned to her, and the goblet flew into her widely spaced palm.
Affa uttered, filling the container with wine:
"Let us drink to the victory over the Earthlings!"
The thicket also got a cup by magic and, clinking with the goddess, said:
- To continue to contribute to our success!
The goddess smiled and noticed:
- Dark elves-marshal is now communicating with the chairman of the PRC, she will probably make of it a gorgeous hairpin that will serve as an artifact. And Angela will mess with Trump.
And with the American president, and really had to tinker. Trump hid in a Catholic church and clearly did not want to go out, gathering around him a maximum of priests. It was kind of an attempt to protect yourself from magic. And Catholicism as a more ancient religion had a much more stubborn resistance to elven witchcraft than Protestantism.
And as a result, a band formed in which elven magic was stuck. But here a few enchanted trees began to trivial break the cathedral. If you can not win, then it's better to ruin this is their motto.
Elves and smaller, but also effeminate elves rushed around the cathedral, which was turned into ruins.
Druids-bears, divided into hundreds of parts, attacked the clergy and tore them. The roof of the cathedral and its walls were demolished.
Trump desperately struggled against trying to twist his bears. The billionaire president swore at him, and tried to tear off the paws of the monsters. But they were too strong, and did not want to give in, the desperate yelp of the billionaire.
There was a radiant Angel. A light elf ordered the bears:
"Let him go!"
Trump, being at large, again swore a three-story obscurity and tried to attack the Angel. The girl-elf, being a marshal of course, is excellently trained in various techniques. She gracefully framed the bandwagon, forcing Trump to crash, with a paunch about the cathedral's cathedral.
The billionaire president rose with difficulty. His eyes spewed a whole cascade of hatred. It would be some kind of witty scam mocking the president of the world's richest power. Trump emitted such an impulse of aggression that Angela felt as if she had been moved with a baton over her head. The girl jumped back and grabbed at the whiskey.
Trump grinned and began to step on the marshal, holding in his hands a heavy, silver cross:
- That the destroyer of the cathedral, and the murderer of the priests do not like you Divine power.
And how to put a light elf with a cross. That in response as zapishchit, and bounce, as if scalded.
And the billionaire president frowned and shouted:
- May you be forgiven of your sins!
Bear-druids attacked Trump. But felt the touch of the Christian symbol began to smoke, and frightened growl. It really hurt. And even bears are roaring in all their once dried up throats.
The billionaire president, frightened off by the druids, moved toward the Angel. She waved her foot, several elves gave a volley of bows along the Trump. But the arrows did not touch the brave billionaire. Trump as prooret:
"Now I'm really angry!"
And he pounced on the Angel. The marshal barely had time to jump, but the cross touched her leg. The elf boots melted. Her leg became barefoot and defenseless. And the girl herself lost her aggressiveness. I stepped on a bare soles on the church artifact, and felt a burn. And it hurts, because you're just a girl, even for you and twenty thousand years!
Angela howled and fled. She lost, and the second boot and now flashed barefoot, pink heels. How she looked now touchingly more like a victim than an executioner turning human soldiers into lilies of the valley and dragonflies.
Other elves also lost their shoes under the influence of the cross. The girls had very beautiful and seductive legs, impeccable from the point of view of human beauty. And when their bare, round heels flashed, it looked so charming that Trump softened and suggested:
- And let's make love to you! Agree, so all of us will be much better!
Lustful elves became interested, and they prayed:
"Just do not fall us with your mighty cross!"