72 Meters Page #2

Gennady...

SLAV GIRL:

At ease!

Katyusha, what happened?

I've bought potatoes.

You have forgotten

your mug.

Thanks.

'People can't see there exist

some lofty things.

'All those sects, communists,

fascists:

'They try to wash our brains

with their manifestos.

'But they don't know we are

made of different stuff.'

- I can manage myself.

- Sure, you're a grown-up.

You're full of mischief,

Gena. What a person!

I mean the way you behave.

- Where are you from?

- SM.

Space Medicine Institute.

- Space?

- Exactly.

But since they wrap up

space programs,

I was sent to your submarine.

All right. There are no outsiders

in our boat.

So, root yourself in, as

our commander says.

But I have my research

program to attend.

You know,

your program is fine...

- Are you a doctor?

- In a way...

So, it is your line...

It's like this...

We have been sent from Norway,

as a lend-lease aid, you know,

a batch of latex girls.

You know, inflated

rubber girls...

It is strong latex.

- For what?

- Not for what, but for whom.

Forthe captain and

forthe mate.

But keep it underthe hat,

since the batch is small

The crew somehow manages,

but these guys...

- Are you kidding?

- Not at all.

They've no you-know-what

for 6 months on end.

- So you have to receive them.

- Where shall I receive them?

At the storage facility.

I'll show you the way.

Are you from the 'Slav Girl' too?

- That's right.

- Never seen you.

- Which cell?

- Machine cell.

That's why you smell

of solar oil.

- Your name?

- My name?

- Yes, your name.

- Fresher.

- Not an old-timer, sure.

- No, that's my name.

- Bad name.

- Why?

A not-by-the-book name.

It'll do during yourfirst year,

But then you'll be made a laughing

stock. It'll be hell foryou.

- Now we'll surely be late.

- Never.

- He's one of our crew.

- That's right.

- 1st cell commander.

- So, hop into the car.

- On the double!

- What about you?

I prefer cars

with an air conditioner

and a safety bag.

- Follow order!

- Yes, sir!

- Good afternoon, sir.

- Get in.

The crew, dress!

Attention!

Thanks, Mitrich!

The crew of'Slav Girl'

Submarine

is ready for exercises.

Everybody is present

but the commander

of cell 1.

Lieutenant Orlov.

At ease.

At ease!

Good afternoon,

comrade captain!

Same to you.

So, have you been

debriefed already?

Yes, but there is

a little predicament.

What predicament?

- Women...

- What women?

From Norway. Lend-leased

latex girls.

Foryou and forthe mate.

They say they've run out

of them.

Well, my dear busters,

Won't I pepperyour asses!

Comrade captain,

Lieutenant Orlov

reporting!

So, you're in time,

my dovey.

Well, guys, God be with us!

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