Chapter One Ukraine
THE WIND SWEPT IN FROM the Black Sea over the once-great piers at Sevastopol and took twenty degrees off the temperature of what should have been a glorious June day. Senior Captain First Rank Pari Avilov sealed his black slicker tighter and selected his incoming channel markers from the sail of the Northern Star, his Akula-class attack submarine.
“Right ten degrees rudder,” Avilov said into the headset mike connecting him to the control room. “Make minimum...