Writing about the fleet is never easy. And even more so about submariners. Not to mention nuclear submarines. Experts will immediately take it apart and find a lot of flaws. Another venerable admiral, who has long forgotten his turbulent lieutenant past, will irritate any narrative that does not agree with his sleek memoirs and the official point of view. When you read the odes of some seasoned bosses and former political officers dedicated to themselves, it becomes awkward and very offensive. In these books, everyone is uncontrollably happy about the opportunity to write a note in the wall newspaper instead of a well-deserved rest, they walk around in ironed sterile clothes, ships are unmoored from the piers solely by the will of the bosses, and not thanks to the efforts of the mooring crew... And I really wanted to write. And not in the way that naval commanders who lost their fleet write. And how it is and how it was. And laughter and sin. What happened is in front of you.