The Maritime Customs. Early morning. The port is asleep, the controllers are asleep, the ships are asleep on the railroad, and the customs are asleep in half-eye. And suddenly, the idyll is disturbed by the voice on the ration (the ration of all services is set to the same wave):
Radio 8 (dispatcher), radio 8, answer “Gus-Kristall” (name of the vessel).
The controller is silent. The ship requested contact several times. And here is an unrecognized sleeping voice on the same channel:
You’re not a crystal goose, you’re a fucking scapegoat.
A minute of silence, then the question:
Who is talking?! to
Another sleeping voice:
Everyone is saying...