"Comrade Commander, what should we do now?" Political Commissar Admiral Orlov asked.
The other Bolshevik Navy admirals also looked to Admiral Isakov, waiting for him to make the decision. Who made him commander of the Bolshevik Navy? Under such circumstances, it was naturally up to him to make the final call.
"Comrades, the situation has become extremely critical for us. Murmansk's naval port has been destroyed by the Germans. We have a home, yet cannot return to it. Only two roads lie before us. One is to fight the Germans to the bitter end. Even if every one of us is sunk, we must still give everything we have and make the Germans pay the price!" Admiral Isakov said.
The Bolshevik Navy admirals all fell silent. They knew only too well that a decisive battle against the German Navy would be like striking a stone with an egg—they had only one road ahead of them: death. Although, having reached this point, they ought to fight to the death for Buru, when it truly came to sending themselves to their deaths, quite a few of them were probably unwilling deep down. After all, if one could live, no one wished to die.
"What about the second road?" Admiral Orlov asked.
"The second is to leave here and go to the United States. The United States is now our ally, and we can seek opportunities there. Though the United States has not yet entered the war, they can intern us. Once the United States enters the war, we can join the Americans in the war against the Germans. That would at least preserve our strength!" Admiral Isakov continued.
The moment this way out was spoken aloud, everyone's eyes lit up. If it succeeded, they could all survive. Moreover, they would get to