72 Meters Page #3

Hold your positions, unhook

from moorings!

Hold your positions, unhook

from moorings!

Get down!

Stand by for diving!

Awoman onboard is a bad sign.

- Look who is talking.

- Don't get pissed off.

I'll introduce you to

a nice broad when we're back.

Depth 40 meters with 5 degrees

different to the bow.

Take the main ballast. 12 knots.

Comrade rear admiral,

captain on duty Ershov reporting.

- Captain, what is the search zone?

- Search zone is 270-090.

They admire atomic ice

breakers,

but I'll tell you...

Careful, your head!

Certain tactical tasks

can be only resolved

by our 'Swallow' submarines.

Load oranges by the cratefuls.

This is our mess-room.

We eat here in three shifts.

We have even bought

an aquarium.

The 1st class

compartment doors.

May I.

Indeed.

- Easy, easy.

- Don't be afraid.

Is it allowed to drink vodka?

Vodka? No.

It's salty water.

His first diving.

It's initiation.

Bottoms up!

Good. You will never

forget this day.

Yes, I'll be remembering

this day

until... all my life.

- May I?

- 'Allow me, sir.'

Allow me, sir... too.

Go for it.

I had a dream since

I was a boy.

Now it is coming true...

I am becoming a sailor.

- A submariner.

- A sailor. A submariner.

If you were born by the sea,

lts beauty

you will always praise:

White masts that loom

At the mooring

And distant towns in a haze.

Southern nights dearfor me.

The bluest sea in the world,

Oh my Black Sea,

my Black Sea.

- Two of them.

What about these ones?

Baby-dolls, unveil yourfaces.

Peter, come over here.

- Sixteen.

- Take the change.

Hey, lvan.

I bet she's gonna be

my wife.

- Hello.

- Who are you?

Lieutenant Peter Orlov!

- What about you?

- I am Nelly.

Great.

What are you reading, Nelly?

- Take a guess.

- I will.

'Longren, a sailorfrom Orion,

a 300 tons strong brig,

'where he had served for 10 years

'and which he loved like

it were his mother,

'at last had to resign... '

It's either Maxim Gorky

or early Tolstoy.

- Alexander Green. 'Crimson Sails'.

- Anyone down there?

Nobody! Miss, wait! Miss,

will you marry me?

Let go!

Let go!

- Nelly...

- Let go, lvan.

Vanya...

Ivan.

Comrades submariners,

our mission is to destroy

a flagship

of a maneuver enemy.

Than to dodge the chase

and remain unnoticed

for 24 hours.

Hopefully, our crew will

show its combatant valour,

accomplish the mission

and prove it's not for nothing

they call our submarines

'black holes'.

Excuse me,

why 'black hole'?

'Black hole'?

- That's simple.

- But nojokes, please.

It's practically impossible

to hear our submarine

at low revolutions. We move

stealthily,

like in ajoke:
We'll go down

from the mountains...

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