Black Sea Affair by Don Brown Read Free Book Online Page B

taxes."
    "Yes, of course, " Fedorov said. "Well, I suppose as your taxes support the motherland, and you do not use your ship in any way that would embarass the Russian Republic, your compensation would be a personal matter, no?"
    Batsakov ignored the comment. "So, gentlemen, as I asked a moment ago, how may I be of ser vice to Mother Russia?"
    "Hmm." Federov exchanged glances with his partner. "Perhaps, Kapitan , the more pertinent question is, how can your ship be of service to Mother Russia?"
    Bataskov sipped his vodka and studied the piercing eyes of the two FSB agents. "Agent Federov, undoubtedly you reviewed my governmental file before boarding my ship. Therefore, you know that, despite my fondness for occasionally earning a few extra rubles, my loyalty to the motherland is unflinching."
    "Yes, your file indicates, shall we say, a consistency in your line of work."
    Talking in circles. Batsakov hated this about bureaucrats, and especially FSB bureaucrats. If they wanted to search his ship, why not just say so?
    "Gentlemen. As you know we are preparing to get underway later today. I must return to the bridge to oversee all this."
    "Why in such a hurry to sail, Kapitan ? You have a date with some beautiful mermaid in the Black Sea?" Federov chuckled at himself.
    His pal Sidorov sneered, then spoke up. "You do realize, do you not, Kapitan , that it is a privilege, and not a right, to sail your freighter under the registration of the Motherland, and that your ability to fly the flag of Mother Russia on the high seas affords you certain" -- he hesitated and scratched his chin -- "shall we say, privileges not ordinarily afforded to ships flying the ensigns of other nations?"
    "Yes, of course I know it is a privilege not only to fly the flag of our country, but also to be a Russian citizen."
    "Hmm." This was Fedorov again. "Then you would undoubtedly volunteer your ship for a diplomatic mission on behalf of the president of the Russian Federation?"
    Where were they headed with all this? "Yes, of course. To the extent possible I would do everything I can for our president."
    "Good." Federov downed his vodka. "Have some more of this stuff, Kapitan ?"
    " Dah , of course." Batsakov refilled the agent's glass to the brim.
    "You are aware, are you not, that President Evtimov has been concerned about Western influences undermining stability in a number of the former republics of the former Soviet Union."
    "I know what I read in Pravda ."
    "You are aware that over the past few years, beginning with the election of Victor Yushchenko, that Ukraine has drifted closer to the Americans' camp."
    "I sail into Ukraine. I hear stories about this debate."
    Federov sipped more vodka. "Yes, well, President Evtimov is none too happy about it. And since the Americans lost some of their popularity after the Dome of the Rock attacks, our president has been courting Ukraine very hard."
    "Tell me, comrade. How can I help?"
    "There is an orphanage near Chernobyl. In fact, the Ukrainian president -- Butrin -- spent time there as a boy. He visits there often, and holds the place dear to his heart."
    "I've heard of it."
    "A group of orphans spent summer holiday here in Sochi. President Evtimov has been on the phone with President Butrin of Ukraine. As a gesture of friendship, our president has offered to find a Russian ship sailing for Odessa for the children to ride back on. When the ship arrives in port, President Butrin will be waiting for the children at the docks along with President Evtimov, at which time Russia will offer significant money to Ukraine to upgrade its orphanage facilities. We see that your ship will be sailing for Odessa, and we want you to host these orphans on your voyage."
    "How many children wish to ride on my ship?"
    "Twelve. Plus their adult counselor. Plenty of room for you to accommodate, Kapitan ."
    "Are you crazy?" Batsakov threw his arms in the air. "What am I? A babysitter? My ship is a dangerous place for children. There is