There was always a lot of cockroaches on the boats. Heat, a lot of food and water, there is a place to shrink - what else does this insect need? There were so many cockroaches that when you enter the cabin and turn on the light, you can hear a loud noise from the cockroaches' legs running out. Seafarers with cockroaches were not hostile and treated them, rather, as domestic animals. They are not mosquitoes or flies.
One day, the deputy of the small anti-submarine ship of the Northern Fleet went on a well-deserved vacation and unconsciously left a balloon with red nitro paint on the table. After dinner, his neighbor in the cabin, the assailant, lay on his bed and looked into the space. On the canvases, the underwear, the table and all other surfaces, as usual, cockroaches crawled. The assailant looked for a long time at the cockroaches, the forgotten balloon with paint, and then the idea came to him to paint the gray life of the navy. A trap was made from an empty box, several dozen cockroaches were cut, painted in red and released to freedom. Another couple of events - and almost all the cockroaches in the cabin acquired an unusual bright red grease for them. Upon completion of the case, the assailant brought into the cabin his coffin - a miner. The fire colour of the running insects enchanted the harsh miner, and he cried, "I will have them blue!" The next couple of weeks of life on the ship resembled the day of open doors in a dumbom. In every living room, on every combat post, there were cockroach traps, cockroaches were caught and painted in the heraldic colors of their suzeran. The monoculture quickly ended. But here someone from the cockroach owners remembered that he was sick for "Spartak" and his squad acquired the red and white colors of his favorite team. After that immediately appeared “Zenits”, “locomotives” and so on. There were also other non-sports. For example, cockroaches painted under bees, with black and yellow strips. Or the “yellow-blue” cockroaches. Crusaders and so on. The armies grew, the incidence of passions increased. The initiative group developed the rules of interaction between the bosses of the cockroach groups. It was strictly forbidden to paint other people's cockroaches. But they could either be destroyed or captured (but only in their own territory!). Prisoning was especially encouraged. According to the number of captured fighters, the owner of the cabin was given glasses, from which his rating was raised. A competition table was displayed on the boat stand. The initiative group daily counted the number of prisoners and rewarded the frontmen with a condensation. A real hunt for cockroaches began - both on strangers and on homeless ones. There were concentration camps for prisoners in the cabins. If money was required, a group of cockroaches (prisoners or even their own) could be profitably sold to the desired person. It was already overwhelming. The Tarakanya epidemic did not bypass even the captain of the ship. It is not known how long this crazy vaccanaly would last, but one day a brigade commander entered the ship. Drinking tea in the cabin company, he saw a group of diversified cockroaches resembling a fun children's cartoon. Capra was in shock. The West cabin company was strictly interrogated, the crew was built on a large assembly and the combridge spoke an emotional speech full of colorful epithetics and metaphors, the meaning of which was as follows: "The homeland has entrusted you to defend yourself, and you are here with all the hernia!" The ship was declared an orphanage for a week, during which the discipline was tightened, all the premises were glossed out and all the cockroaches were exterminated. Fortunately, this was already easy enough to do, due to their good visibility against the backdrop of dull ships and the increased hunting experience of all crew members.