“By our enemies,” Petrov said. “Yet we were despised by our government, who quickly forgot our sacrifices when they no longer needed us for their dirty work. Your once proud navy is a joke. Heroes like you are reduced to this.”

The admiral's shoulders sagged under the gaudy epaulets. Petrov realized he had gone too far.

“I'm sorry, Admiral.”

The admiral pulled a pack of Marlboros from a pocket and offered one to Petrov, who declined. “Yes, I believe you are sorry. So are we all.'' He stuck a cigarette in his mouth and lit up. ”Well, enough talk about the past. What's done is done. Are you sure you don't want a whore? Not all my job is for show. I get a commission and an employee discount. Capitalism is truly a wonderful thing."

Petrov smiled as he recalled the razor-sharp wit from the days when he and the admiral had served on secret missions together. With the changes in government, the admiral's outspoken criticisms had not been well received by the new generation of thin-skinned bureaucrats. Petrov had survived by allowing himself to sink, undetected, into the governmental morass. The admiral had attempted to stand above the fray, and his demise mirrored that of his beloved navy.

“Later, maybe. But for now, I need information about a certain naval property.”

The admiral's eyes narrowed behind their thick folds. “That covers a wide range.”

Petrov said one word: “India.”

“The submarine? Well, well. What is your interest?”

“It's better if you don't know, Admiral.”

“You mean there is some risk involved here? Well, that must be worth something.”

“I'm prepared to pay for the information.” The naval officer frowned, and a sad look came into his eyes. “Listen to me. I have become no better than the prostitutes who get their customers to buy them glasses of fake champagne.” He sighed. “As for your questions, I'll do my best to answer them.”

“Thank you, Admiral. I once saw an India-class sub at its base, but never went aboard one. I understand it was designed to carry on operations similar to mine.”

“Integration is a swearword in the armed forces any- where in the world. Ask the Americans how much money they've wasted in duplication because the army, navy, air force and marines wanted to have their own versions of virtually the same weapons systems. It was the same with us. The Soviet navy had no desire to share its assets with anyone else, especially a group like yours, which was beyond its control.” He smiled. “Beyond anyone s control.”

“Supposedly, the sub was designed for underwater rescue.”