“Thank you so much for allowing me to go with you, Dr. Paul and Dr. Gamay. It's really an honor to be in the company of two such famous scientists. I envy you working for NUMA. My father told me all about his experiences in the States.”

The Trouts smiled, even though the young man had upset their plan to sneak off on a scouting expedition. He brimmed with youthful enthusiasm, and his big blue eyes danced with excitement behind the thick glasses.

“Your father often talked about his family back in Russia,” Paul said. “I remember him showing me pictures of you and your mother. You were younger then, so I didn't recognize you today.”

“Some people say I look more like my mother.”

Trout nodded in agreement. During Professor Orlov's stay in Woods Hole, the Russian had countered bouts of homesickness by whipping family snapshots from his billfold and proudly passing them around. Trout remembered being struck by the contrast between the bearlike professor and Svetlana, his tall, willowy wife.

“I enjoyed working with your father. He's a brilliant man, as well as personable. I hope we can work together again someday.”

Yuri lit up like a bulb. “Next time Professor Orlov goes to the States, he has promised to take me with him.”

Trout smiled at Yuri's use of the proper title before his father's name. “You should have no problem. Your English is excellent.”

“Thank you. My parents used to have American exchange students stay with us.” He pointed in the opposite direction from the one the Trouts wanted to take. “It's pretty nice along the coast here. Are you bird-watchers?”

Gamay saw their mission going astray. “Actually, Yuri,” she said sweetly, “we were hoping to go to Novorossiysk.”

A look of amused amazement crossed Yuri's young face. “Novorossiysk? Are you sure? The coast the other way is much prettier.”

Paul picked up on Gamay's cue. “We do a lot of bird-watching in the Virginia countryside, but as an ocean geologist I'm more interested in deep-sea mining. I understand one of the largest ocean mining companies in the world has its headquarters in Novorossiysk.”

“Sure. You're talking about Ataman Industries. They're huge. I'm doing my grad work in ecological mining, and I may apply for a job there myself when I get out of school.”

“Then you'll understand why I'd be interested in taking a look at their facilities.”

“Absolutely. Too bad I didn't know earlier. Maybe we could have set up a tour with them. You can't get a good idea of the scale of their operation from the water.” Yuri grinned with relief. “I like birds, too, but not that much.”

Gamay said, “I'm a marine biologist. Fish and plants are my game, but I think it would be interesting to go to Novorossiysk.”