When he pulled the batch up, he found another that had already been opened from below. The lower perpendicular hatch was shut. Ryan took a deep breath and climbed down the ladder of the white painted cylinder, followed by Williams. After reaching the bottom Ryan knocked on the lower hatch.
It opened at once.
“Gentlemen, I am Commander Ryan, United States Navy. Can we be of assistance?”
The man he spoke to was shorter and heavier than himself. He wore three stars on his shoulder boards, an extensive set of ribbons on his breast, and a broad gold stripe on his sleeve. So, this was Marko Ramius…
“Do you speak Russian?”
“No sir, I do not. What is the nature of your emergency, sir?”
“We have a major leak in our reactor system. The ship is contaminated aft of the control room. We must evacuate.”
At the words
“Dear God! Okay, let’s get moving then. We can take off twenty-five men at a time, sir.”
“Not so fast, Commander Ryan. What will become of my men?” Ramius asked loudly.
“They will be treated as our guests, of course. If they need medical attention, they will get it. They will be returned to the Soviet Union as quickly as we can arrange it. Did you think we’d put them in prison?”
Ramius grunted and turned to speak with the others in Russian. On the flight from the
“Dr. Petrov,” Ramius said, “you will take the first group of twenty-five. Keep control of the men, Comrade Doctor! Do not let the Americans speak to them as individuals, and let no man wander off alone. You will behave correctly, no more, no less.”
“Understood, Comrade Captain.”
Ryan watched Petrov count the men off as they passed through the hatch and up the ladder. When they were finished, Williams secured first the
The silence that ensued was as long as it was awkward. Ryan and Williams stood in one corner of the compartment, Ramius and his men opposite them. It made Ryan think back to high school dances where boys and girls gathered in separate groups and there was a no-man’s-land in the middle. When an officer fished out a cigarette, he tried breaking the ice.
“May I have a cigarette, sir?”
Borodin jerked the pack, and a cigarette came part way out. Ryan took it, and Borodin lit it with a paper match.
“Thanks. I gave it up, but underwater in a sub with a bad reactor, I don’t think it’s too dangerous, do you?” Ryan’s first experience with a Russian cigarette was not a happy one. The black coarse tobacco made him dizzy, and it added an acrid smell to the air around them, which was already thick with the odor of sweat, machine oil, and cabbage.
“How did you come to be here?” Ramius asked.
“We were heading towards the coast of Virginia, Captain. A Soviet submarine sank there last week.”
“Oh?” Ramius admired the cover story. “A Soviet submarine?”
“Yes, Captain. The boat was what we call an
“Marko Aleksandrovich Ramius.”
“Jack Ryan.”
“Owen Williams.” They shook hands all around.
“You have a family, Commander Ryan?” Ramius asked.
“Yes, sir. A wife, a son, and a daughter. You, sir?”
“No, no family.” He turned and addressed a junior officer in Russian. “Take the next group. You heard my instructions to the doctor?”
“Yes, Comrade Captain!” the young man said.
They heard the
Two miles away, the
When the third set of crewmen left under the control of Lieutenant Svyadov, a cook at the end of the line broke away, explaining that he wanted to retrieve his cassette tape machine, something he had saved months for. No one noticed when he didn’t return, not even Ramius. His crewmen, even the experienced
On the
“Last group,” Ryan murmured to himself. The
“Next trip will be delayed, gentlemen. Our batteries have about had it. It’ll take ninety minutes to recharge. Any problem?”
“It will be as you say,” Ramius replied. He translated for his men and then ordered Ivanov to take the next group. “The senior officers will stay behind. We have work to do.” Ramius took the young officer’s hand. “If something happens, tell them in Moscow that we have done our duty.”
“I will do that, Comrade Captain.” Ivanov nearly choked on his answer.
Ryan watched the sailors leave. The
“Commander Ryan,” Ramius said, drawing himself to attention, “my officers and I request political asylum in the United States — and we bring you this small present.” Ramius gestured toward the steel bulkheads.
Ryan had already framed his reply. “Captain, on behalf of the president of the United States, it is my honor to