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Ministry of Defense. He had access to all of the correspondence from the formerwhile that
from the latter had been carefully vetted since the Soviet armed services share as little
information as possible. There wasn't too much mail from either place today. The usual
Monday afternoon meeting had covered most of what had to be done that [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]kand nearly
everything Padorin was concerned with was now in the hands of his staff for disposition. He
poured a second cup of tea and opened a new pack of unfiltered cigarettesa habit he'd been
unable to break despite a mild heart attack three years earlier. He checked his desk calendar—
goodno appointments until ten.
Near the bottom of the pile was an official-looking envelope from the Northern Fleet. The
code number at the upper left corner showed that it came from the Red October.
Hadn't he just
read something about that?
Padorin rechecked his ops dispatches. SoRamius hadn't turned up in his exercise area? He
shrugged. Missile submarines were supposed to be elusiveand it would not have surprised the
old admiral at all if Ramius were twisting a few tails. The son of Aleksandr Ramius was a prima
donna who had the troubling habit of see